Tuesday, March 31, 2009

the break, drive and my million

ive decided to take a break from it.
from them magical sticks that abra cadabras off them excessive worries .
sudden decision. wanna see how long i can resist. put my will power to the test.

i have no will power.

i woke up today to a mr.brightside alarm, feeling like a feather.
had one conversation in campus and bam, the weight of the world was on my shoulders. again.
asignments after asignments, midterms and such, all begun to pill up. just one conversation.
realized how behind i was with my academic. gesus christ.
due dates seem closer than ever, nak muntah darah sial.. they say i panic when the situation gets tough. i say i get this drive, this seriousness to just close the deal. like fire. so cool.

im gonna makes this work. watch me.

was watching tv and they were talking bout this dude who was the 9th riches man in europe at the age of 24. apparently he started a company that distributes games. how do they come out with these ideas man? he had a company when he was 21. im twenty and im flat broke.
that dude borrowed 2500 sterling pounds from prince charles and started his shit.
too bad in this country you only get cash when your on bersama-mu or something. and if you're a non-bumi, well thank your lucky stars we're not kicked out of this piece of crap land yet.
so much for fairness in equality.
i need to get my shit together real fast man.

first million, here i come..

Monday, March 30, 2009

and so it begins

why do i bother a blog?

dont ask me. guess i pretty much wanted a medium where i could record down times, important times, or times that made an impact on my dear soul, and read them in 30 years time or so and feel stupid about it when my wife and children reads it.
or be amazed by how far i'ved come. yea. be amazed. wohoo.

so basicly the whole idea of this blog, functions as a time capsule, like in the movie KNOWING.
where nicholas cage finds some hidden code bout the end of the world in a fifty year long time-capsule, and tries to save them people that mattered. yea, sure.
or maybe, the real reason behind this, was me finding a space, a blanck canvas, where i could paint my emotions and rage and opinions on, without having to know needless, pointless words of others. who knows?
well GUESS WHAT, im afraid that if i told you, i'd have to kill you.cliche.
(this is where i burst out laughing when i read this at the age of 50.)

this point on, i think i can/will be labelled as one of them pretty vacant souls, bloggers.
welcome to the family, boy..

..and so it begins