Bless this little heart, this white soul
that has won the kiss of heaven for our earth.

She loves the light of the sun,
She loves the sight of her mother's face.

She has not learned to despise the dust,
and to hanker after gold.

Clasp her to your heart and bless her.
She has come into this land of hundred crossroads.

I know not how she chose you from the crowd,
came to your door, and grasped your hand
to ask her way.

She will follow you, laughing and talking,
and not a doubt in her heart.
Keep her trust, lead her straight and bless her.

Lay your hand on her head, and pray
that though the waves underneath grow threatening,
yet the breath from above may come and
fill her sails and waft her to the heaven of peace.

Forget her not in your hurry,
let her come to your heart and bless her...

She say it's cold outside and she hands me my raincoat. She's always worried about things like that. She says it's all gonna end and it might as well be my fault.And she only sleeps when it's raining and she screams and her voice is straining...

She says, "Baby, it's 3 am, I must be lonely". When she says "baby", well I can't help but be scared of it all sometimes. She says the rain's gonna wash away, I believe it...

She's got a little bit of something, God, it's better than nothing. And in her color portrait world she believes that she's got it all. She swears the moon don't hang quite as high as it used to. And she only sleeps when it's raining and she screams and her voice is straining...

She believes that life is made up of all that you're used to. And the clock on the wall has been stuck at three for days, and days. She thinks that happiness is a mat that sits on her doorway... But outside it's stopped raining.


For how long can I hide the fact that her condition will always wrap me in a very worried state? Haven't got the strength to ask her about her illness. And, will I keep that promise not to attend her funeral?

" If the world hates you, keep in mind that it hated me first. If you belonged to the world, it would love you as its own. As it is, you do not belong to the world, but I have chosen you out of the world. That is why the world hates you. Remember the words I spoke to you: 'No servant is greater than his master.' "


Against the great hurdles in life - your strength is measured not by how many times you did not fall, but by your ability to gather all up, stand up and keep on going. Seems like I'm starting to forget all that...

Must you love to enjoy all the greatness in life? If I have another choice...

(@Dreki) I just realized something.
(@Dreki) A is the 1st letter of the alphabet and H is the 8th letter, right?
(@Dreki) 9/11=0.8181818181=HAHAHAHA.

( Extra comments removed because the writer thinks that he is currently under a heavy influence of caffeine. Thank you. )

Aku dah start suka post-apocalyptic movie. Dari crita 28 Days Later, 28 Weeks Later, Reign Of Fire, The Day After Tomorrow (ni aku susun ikut suka hati), dan skarang crita Will Smith ni, yg aku layan kat pawagam semalam. Kesimpulannya, crita ni best.

Cerita start dari bagaimana punca umat manusia 'pupus' dari muka bumi iaitu dari virus yg diberi nama KV (Krippin Virus) yg di 'alter' dari virus demam campak (kalau tak silap aku) untuk membunuh sel2 kanser (kanker kata org indonesia) tapi akhirnya meng'evolve'kan dirinya menjadi satu virus pembunuh yg boleh merebak melalui udara, ataupun direct contact dgn 'darkseeker'.Ok, darkseeker tu pulak adalah spesies yg dulunya manusia yg tak mati lepas terjangkit dgn virus tu. Dorg ni sebaliknya jadi vampire+zombie yg takleh kena matahari, agresif dan suka sgt gigit org (aku dah target masa awal2 movie ni ada makhluk mcm ni lepas tgk si robert neville/will smith makin gabra bila matahari dah nak terbenam, cuma tak dpt target rupa makhluk tu). Walaupun plot aku dapat agak tapi aku masih suka movie ni. Lagi satu, aku rasa Will Smith bawa watak dia dgn best sekali (serius+lucu+sedih dia blh campur).

Sudah pasti, aku akan tengok lagi skali crita ni...

Rating : ****/*****

"Fairy tales are more than true: not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten."

- G.K. Chesterton -

Mr. Gaiman's American Gods was undoubtedly (and as expected), truly delicious! Yeah, why else would it get the 2002 Hugo, Nebula and Bram Stoker awards, all for Best Novel. I've read somewhere in the net, that his 1st expression when he won the Hugo was "F**k, I won a Hugo!".Funny man. Still, his other masterpiece (Neverwhere) is waiting for me at home. Wonder how long I'm gonna finish reading it this time.



Okay, so, I'm gonna review a bit about that 700++ page book. It's about this fella, Shadow, (who turned out to be the Norse God Baldur, Odin's 2nd son) trying to gather back his wrecked (and pretty f**ked up beyond repair) life after serving in prison.Only to find that his wife was dead in a car accident while giving a bl**job (man, I hate to censor words!) to his friend. Thinking he got nothing more to lose, he accepted a job offer (as a bodyguard?) to a man with a glass eye, Mr. Wednesday (who turned out to be his father, Odin, himself). Numbed after tragedies that befell upon him, Shadow followed Mr. Wednesday around America, gathering an army consisted of old Gods to fight against the new Gods (media, internet, etc) which, from the Norse myth is called The Ragnarok (there's two dots above the 'O'). This book is full with old Gods from Egypt's Anubis, Bast, Horus to India's Kali, Shiva to Anansi, Baron Samedi, to the Zoryas, and others that you should find out for yourself.

A philosopher once asked, "Are we human because we gaze at the stars, or do we gaze at them because we are human?" Pointless, really...”Do the stars gaze back?" Now *that's* a question.

By far, to me, this is quite a very nice novel adaptation film. A few scenes even came up as I've imagined when I read the book (i.e. The "Fake/Trap" Inn, Captain Shakespeare's Flying Vessel and Ditchwater Sal's caravan). If only they made Izabella Miko as Yvaine instead of Claire Danes, I think she'd glow brighter (really like her 'Yvaine'ish look in The Killer's Mr. Brightside MV)

Think I'll gonna read the book again..

You're a falling star,
You're the get away car.
You're the line in the sand when I go too far.
You're the swimming pool, on an August day.
And you're the perfect thing to say.

And you play it coy, but it's kinda cute.
Ah, When you smile at me
you know exactly what you do.
Baby don't pretend,
that you don't know it's true.
Cause you can see it when I look at you.

[Chorus:]
And in this crazy life,
and through these crazy times
It's you, it's you, You make me sing.
You're every line, you're every word,
you're everything.

You're a carousel,
you're a wishing well,
And you light me up,
when you ring my bell.
You're a mystery,
you're from outer space,
You're every minute of my everyday.

And I can't believe,
uh that I'm your man,
And I get to kiss you baby just because I can.
Whatever comes our way, ah we'll see it through,
And you know that's what our love can do.

[Chorus:]
And in this crazy life,
and through these crazy times
It's you, it's you, You make me sing
You're every line, you're every word,
you're everything.

So, La, La, La, La, La, La, La
So, La, La, La, La, La, La, La

[Chorus:]
And in this crazy life,
and through these crazy times
It's you, it's you, You make me sing.
You're every line, you're every word,
you're everything.
You're every song, and I sing along.
'Cause you're my everything.
Yeah, yeah

So, La, La, La, La, La, La, La
So, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La


The lyrics kinda cheesy but I like this song. Soothing feeling. A perfect kickstart for a moody monday morning.

Nothing much in life but a couple of hang outs and animes. Btw, it's big bro's birthday next week (falls on Halloween- oct 31st). Guess I'll just wish him a Happy Birthday. No presents.. huhu.

Seth: Why do people cry?
Maggie: What do you mean?
Seth: I mean... what happens physically?
Maggie: Well... umm... tear ducts operate on a normal basis to lubricate and protect the eye and when you have an emotion they overreact and create tears.
Seth: Why? Why do they overreact?
Maggie: [pause] I don't know.
Seth: Maybe... maybe emotion becomes so intense your body just can't contain it. Your mind and your feelings become too powerful... and your body weeps.


I can't really remember when was the last time I cried. I guess I'm evolving into an emotionless, retard robot. Still remember the feeling, though. It's kinda nice, like a loose feeling and lightness, kinda like the freshness after a shower, an achievement of something very important and nothing or no one else could take it away from you. Ah, nice...

Should try it sometimes... but, hey, Big Boys Don't Cry...

"The day will come when my body will lie upon a white sheet, neatly tucked under four corners of a mattress located in a hospital, busy occupied with the living and the dying. At a certain moment a doctor will determine that my brain has ceased to function and that, for all intents and purposes, my life has stopped.

When that happens, do not attempt to install artificial life into my body by the use of a machine. And don't call this my deathbed. Let it be called the Bed of Life, and let my body be taken from it to help others lead fuller lives.

Give my sight to the man who has never seen a sunrise, a baby's face or love in the eyes of a woman.

Give my heart to a person whose own heart has caused nothing but endless days of pain.

Give my blood to the teenager who was pulled from the wreckage of his car, so that he might live to see his grandchildren play.

Give my kidney to one who depends on a machine to exist from week to week.

Take my bones, every muscle, every fiber and nerve in my body and find a way to make a crippled child walk.

Explore every corner of my brain, take my cells, if necessary, and let them grow so that, some day, a speechless boy will shout at the crack of a bat and a deaf girl will hear the sound of rain against her windows.

Burn what is left of me and scatter the ashes to the winds to help the flowers grow.

If you must bury something, let it be my faults, my weaknesses, and all prejudice against my fellow man.

Give my sins to the devil.

Give my soul to God.

If, by chance, you wish to remember me, do it with kind deed or word to someone who needs you.

If you do all I have asked, I will live forever."

- Robert N. Test -

See the pyramids along the Nile
Watch the sun rise on a tropic isle
Just remember, darling, all the while
You belong to me.

See the marketplace in old Algiers
Send me photographs and souvenirs
But remember when a dream appears
You belong to me.

I'll be so alone without you
Maybe you'll be lonesome too---and blue

Fly the ocean in a silver plane
Watch the jungle when it's wet with rain
Just remember till you're home again
You belong to me

The rain made me do it! Honest! When you're in my place right now, I'm sure you'll gonna sink too into some oldies when it's raining in the morning. That's Jo Stafford, by the way. This song was covered by more than 70 artists, the original version of the song was recorded by Sue Thompson in 1952. Still, besides this, I like the Jason Wade version of Shrek's OST.

happy 50th merdeka day to all Malaysians!

walaupun sambutan ambang merdeka 'diharuskan' utk postpone ke 8hb sept nanti, org ramai tetap keluar gak beramai-ramai penuhkan jalan raya sambil berpakaian ala-ala peserta Cosplay sambil menjerit at the struck of midnight. semalam was very boring. cruising-stop for a drink-cruising again-stop to watch people doing the 'donut' & few 'burnouts'-go home.

ingat nak bangun lewat sikit hari ni. bukan selalu blh dpt cuti. biological clock aku tak pernah miss utk bangunkan aku dalam jam 7 pagi. huhu...

so, anyways, Happy 50th Merdeka!

I've been wrestling with this damn presario 2100 since morning. the cd/dvd and the floppy drive's is just too stupid to even read another media anymore. even the freaking hard disk made the POST hang. so, this is what i've done :

1. changed the hard disc, of course (duh!)
2. hooked up an external floppy drive (usb).
3. partition the 60gb to 2, format & copy the xp setup/installation files to the hd through usb (external casing)
4. boot up using a win98 bootdisk, load the smartdrv ( smartdrv c+ ), cd to i386 and run 'winnt'
5. i've forgot to make the c: partition to 'active' so, i went to the fdisk and set it from there.
6. run the freaking setup.

did those step twice coz i've got a damn 'parse error'. waiting for it to finish setup while collecting some ogrish pix...

hope this'll work...

Amy said this:

" The words have been drained from this pencil. Sweet words that I want to give you. And I can't sleep, I need to tell you... Goodnight. When we're together, I feel perfect. When I'm pulled away from you, I fall apart. All you say is sacred to me.
Your eyes are so blue, I can't look away. As we lay in the stillness you whisper to me... 'Amy, marry me. Promise you'll stay with me.' Oh, you don't have to ask me. You know you're all that I live for, you know I'd die just to hold you, stay with you. Somehow I'll show you that you are my night sky, I've always been right behind you, now I'll always be right beside you. So many nights I cried myself to sleep. Now that you love me, I love myself. I never thought I would say this: I never thought there'd be...
You. "

But it's just too sweet to be forgotten...

That's Audrey Hepburn with Moon River for you, ladies and gentlemen. I grew up listening to this song sung by Andy Williams but still love both version until this very day.

be sorted @ nimbo.net

with this tone of voice, i sounded (with great resemblance, I think) like Gary Lightbody, singing Signal Fire. Haha... yeah, right!

I caught the flu last night. Woke up this morning with a running nose, 'emphasized' by the morning rain and the very, very angry, afternoon sun. The good news is I've finished HP and The Half Blood Prince around 6 this evening. Can't wait for the 'expected-to-be-spoiled' movie of that book which, I believe, will be coming out next year.


Harry:"Yes"
Snape:"Yes, SIR"
Harry:"There's no need to call me 'sir,' Professor."

Opened up my morning Internet cruising with some funny yet clever stuff...

"Dr. Schambaugh, of the University of Oklahoma School of Chemical
Engineering,

Final Examination question for May of 1997.

Dr. Schambaugh is known for asking questions such as, "Why do aeroplanes
fly?" on his final exams.
His one and only final exam question in May 1997 for his Momentum, Heat
and Mass Transfer II Class was: "Is hell exothermic or endothermic?
Support your answer with proof. "

Most of the students wrote proofs of their beliefs using Boyle's Law or
some variant. One student, however, wrote the following:
"First, We postulate that if souls exist, then they must have some mass.
If they do, then a mole of souls can also have a mass. So, at what rate
are souls moving into hell and at what rate are souls leaving? I think we
can safely assume that once a soul gets to hell, it will not leave.
Therefore, no souls are leaving.
As for souls entering hell, let's look at different religions that exist
in the world today. Some of these religions state that if you are not a
member of their religion, then you will go to hell. Since there are more
than one of these religions and people do not belong to more than one
religion, we can project that all people and souls go to hell.
With birth and death rates as they are, we can expect the number of souls
in hell to increase exponentially.
Now we look at the rate of change in volume in hell. Boyle's law states
that in order for the temperature and pressure in hell to stay the same,
the ratio of the mass of souls and volume of souls needs to stay constant.
Two options exist:
1. If hell is expanding at a slower rate than the rate at which souls
enter hell, then the temperature and pressure in hell will increase until
all hell breaks loose.
2. If hell is expanding at a rate faster than the increase of souls in
hell, then the temperature and pressure will drop until hell freezes over.
So which is it? If we accept the quote given to me by Theresa Manyan
during Freshman year, that "it will be cold night in hell before I sleep
with you" and take account the fact that I still have NOT succeeded in
having sexual relations with her, the Option 2 cannot be true...
Thus hell is exothermic. "

The student, Tim Graham, got the only A."

Sooo klever la u boi!

Finally the 4-day reading of "The Deathly Hallows" ended by "All was well." Now, right now, I'm on my major attempt to read all the Harry Potter books backward (from 6 to 1) which, from what I've seen so far, have at least 700++ pages each.

Update: Hah! I've just found an e-book link to Book 1 until Book 6. 2000++ pages! That surely gonna burn my retina.

So, why bother reading book 1 to 6 anymore if I've already known the ending? Right... it's so much fun reading, that's why! The sense of excitement and thrill of wanting to know what will come up next when your eyes caught the next paragraph after the other. J.K.Rowling is really a genius - enuff said!

A man came out of his home to admire his new truck. To his puzzlement, his three-year-old son was happily hammering dents into the shiny paint of the truck. The man ran to his son, knocked him away, hammered the little boy's hands into pulp as punishment. When the father calmed down, he rushed his son to the hospital.

Although the doctor tried desperately to save the crushed bones, he finally had to amputate the fingers from both the boy's hands. When the boy woke up from the surgery & saw his bandaged stubs, he innocently said, "Daddy,I'm sorry about your truck." Then he asked, "but when are my fingers going to grow back?" The father went home & committed suicide.

Regrets, regrets, that might be the main reason why humans wanted to create Time Machines, so they could undo things that they've regretted doing. Let bygones be bygones? I don't think everybody can cope with that...

The cup is not half empty
as pessimists say
As far as he's sees,
nothing's left in the cup
A whole cup full of nothing
for him to indulge
Since the voice of ambition
has long since been shut up

A singer, a writer,
he's not dreaming now of going nowhere
He gave heed to nothing,
and all that he was....
Is just a tragedy

So he voyages in circles
Succeeds getting nowhere
And submits to the substance
That first got him there

Then in violent, frustration,
he cries out to God or just no one
Is there a point to this madness
and all that he was....
Is just a tragedy

He feels alone
His heart in his hand
He's alone
He feels alone
I feel....

Then on that last day he breaks
And he stood tall
And he yelled...
and he takes his life


Baru abis tgk "Crying Out Love,In The Center Of The World" - filem yang diadaptasi oleh "My Girl And I" - walaupun plot lebih kurang sama, penyakit girl tu pun sama, tapi masing2 ada elemen kesedihan yang unik (probably caused by a death of a cute girl & kesungguhan boyfrennya yang kurang hensem tapi willing to give everything utk awek dia). Bagi aku, Cha Tae Hyun paling ngam dgn part tu. Hell, he even got to snog with Song Hye Kyo! Not to mention part dia ngan Jeon Ji Hyun dlm My Sassy Girl.. lucky guy!

Apapun, kena tgk lagi movie tu lain kali. Tgk kat opis tak puas... tak smooth!