I was all set for returning to ‘home planet’ this morning when at 4am (I could not sleep soundly maybe due to excitement? :P) the sounds of drizzling rain hitting on rooftops woke me up. -___-

I was really all set with gear and stuff ready! Darned!

Then I think to myself, “It’s just 4am! Maybe it’ll get better in 2 hours’ time.” But no! The rain just went on pitty-patty on and off like it couldn’t decide on whether to rain or not. My brain just went on and off deciding whether to just go without hesitation or think maybe it’s a sign that I shouldn’t be going.

Just couldn’t sleep and woke up texting the other Taburians, Aini and Chor Wan, who should be joining to tell them it’s drizzling over here to see if they still want to join. Then well… they all seemed not so enthusiastic at all -___-

Then again I think to myself, “Maybe this is another sign that the Taburian God is telling me that I shouldn’t be coming today?” (making it all too like a cult by overdoing this Taburian concept? :D). I’m really at the verge of requiring a deciding factor/sign.

Sipping Coffeelo (I may not have invented this, but I think I’m the first one to name it this it’s coffee + milo) and Facebook-ing wtf, I patiently waited for the Sign.

Time passes by and the rain is still like water dripping from a loosely tightened water tap…

Then again I think to myself, “Can we please get over this? Maybe if YOU would let the rain get heavier and we all know this is what was meant and we can all get back to bed?”

All of a sudden like nobody’s business, it rained like it has never before for the past couple of weeks!

I guess fate has arranged something else for me this morning then. But when I decided to get back to bed… the caffeine kicked in and so here I am writing this post -____- wtf

It’s been a big time gap since I last posted something. Been quite sentimental too but I think I have evolved quite a lot for the past 3 months.

There are a lot of friends telling me that I became very much more optimistic than I was. There are also friends telling me that I became very sporty. Though I still have that usual bad temper of mine, I do agree with what the other things they say about me. Think I sorta found myself.

I am not really entirely sure what has made me change so maybe if someone who reads this (that is if someone really reads my blog :P) spots out, you can tell me. And there is a REWARD!
I took up photography. Though amateur photography, I like it when friends appreciate the art I create. Art like these.

Well I’m not saying they are state-of-the-art stuff but I really do enjoy the process of creating them
I’ve also taken up trekking trips to various places like Sungai Lembing, Gunung Irau, some local waterfalls, etc. Bag these activities with the hobby I just picked up. These are the results.

Along this path, I met a lot of fascinating individuals that share the same passion

or other individuals which complements the passion

I find myself going through a stage where somehow for the past 10 years for the first time, I am going towards the rightest direction. Life seems, balanced between all the priorities that I have at this moment of my life. I think my evolution has come to a stage of dominance, with happiness dominating everything. I am happy.

I used to be a timid boy who always linger around his parents, believe it or not. Whenever I was looking at them, it was usually like this, from this angle.

They were basically a very large part of my sky. And I was always behind, tracing their footsteps. They look so tall, huge and blury, walk so fast too. Had a pretty hard time catching up also.

Along the way I grew up, they lead me on a path where I make my own choices and choose my own routes. I’m basically treading treacherous waters where they themselves have not been before, where they can no longer guide me anymore. Sometimes I just wonder if I chose the wrong path somewhere along the way.

But then, I was no longer the timid boy who always linger around his parents.

But as I grew older, I find myself enjoying conversations with them, more and more. I found out that lately I’ve not been watching my TV series as often as I usually was. I am always chatting with them until they wanted to sleep. In a split of a second just now, I realized that they look so… old.

For that moment, it felt like I was that timid little boy once again.

it’s like falling in love with you again. That’s the feeling. I don’t know why.

Every now and then there is always this period that we don’t see and contact each other. We get busy with our separate lives. I see you online, and maybe you did see me online too, or you didn’t, but I would just go on with something else. And then the feeling, the thought, the images, your shadows, your outlines, your voice, your perfume, your smile, your laughter, your eyes… everything, fades. And I thought it would remain faded… and slowly blend into my memory with the other trivial thoughts and sense of everyday life, amalgamated, dulled, fragmented.

But every now and then, again, I would always find a sane reason to re-connect with you. A movie, a dinner, a text, an IM message, an MSN tag, a Facebook status, a Facebook status comment, a song, a common friend… all seems to be a sane reason to do so… This all, resulted in me falling insanely in love with you, all over again.

Every smile turns into a masterpiece, every blink of an eye turns into glittering diamonds, every laughter seems like Mozart to the ear, every strand of hair gently stroked by the wind is like silk in the making, every coincidental brush on the arm feels so breathtaking, every second feels like forever, everything feels so… feels so much more like everything should have been, once again.

For every one of these moments, I felt my heart beating again. It is every one of these little details that gives me all the seemingly logical reasons to melt any iceberg in my way.

Some of my friends think I’m actually exaggerating the feeling. I beg to differ. Some asks me to change focus, to focus on something else, like a hobby. I choose to take on photography, to eternalize the moment of beauty, and keep beauty in view, working with the beauty of life and nature. And beauty is part of you. Some however think I’m insanely overdoing it for the length of the feeling. I some how have no sense of length or time.

This is really not a sad post. I don’t intend to make it feel sad too. But some may find it pessimistically not up to their taste. I just want to remind myself of not getting addicted to the feeling of falling in love and falling in love just for the sake of satisfying the addiction. For this moment, this time and space continuum, I really feel what I feel. That’s the only thing I can feel that is real, right now.

Please don’t feel pressured, my love. I’ll stay strong and you too must achieve your dreams. If you need someone to shoulder anything for you, big or small, I’ll be around.

You really gotta watch this movie, “THE PINK PANTIES“. It’s really nice Well ok the title really suggests that it’s a porno.

I was chatting with a friend just now about having dinner this Friday and maybe follow up with a movie or something. And here was how the conversation came up with the suggestion of watching “THE PINK PANTIES“.

I was like bursting into unstoppable, suffocating laughters when I saw the reply. A porno in the cinemas? Now that’s a first time for me!

No doubt it seems handphones’ T9 predictive text input has a different kind of humour. Or is it the author of the text input method?