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Books
Books I have completed reading since January 2017:

1. Angelopolis - Danielle Trussoni
2. The Magicians - Lev Grossman
3. The Magic Circle - Jenny Davidson
4. Memories - Lang Leav
5. Nightbird - Alice Hoffman
6. To The Devil - A Diva - Paul Magrs
Go Go Go Green!
Monday, May 25, 2009
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Chirp Chip
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Ah! I should have snap a shot when a mynah bird rested on the side of my stomach! It was quite cute! It would not be cute if it had poo on me. But LUCKILY it was cute. How did it happened? Please read below:

I was in Starbucks reading up on Numerology while waiting for a friend for dinner. So as I was reading my book, there were mynah birds flying inside the LRT station cum plaza [they accidentally entered the building when the sensor slides opened]. One of them landed beside my table. I just stared at it and hoped it won't come flying straight at me. It didn't. It went flying elsewhere but ended up at the same spot. I stared at it again. My feelings is telling me that the bird will come to me and I just pushed it aside. So I went back to reading and suddenly the bird flew. I thought the bird flew to other direction. Then I played back the whole reel scene: I didn't see the bird flying. So I asked myself where did the bird flew? As if the bird could hear my own question, it chirped and I saw it below my book, staring at me while tilting its head at me. It was cute, though! I definitely gave a little shrill! I tried to push it away, but it refused to fly off until the Starbucks manager came to remove the bird by its neck from my right side of my stomach.


flying away...
memories of
being with you


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Emo haiku
Wednesday. 5.20.09 10:57 am
fallen tears
on the life chart
my guardian angel, my witness


Surprisingly I don't know why I can write damn good emotional haiku in my written diary but not really here.

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Date of death
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
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Loving me.
Monday. 5.18.09 9:27 am
This is how I look in my own office. (I cropped the picture because my company folders are visible in the background)



I'm so cute.

Why not?

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Puncher
Saturday, May 16, 2009
I never expected myself to be caught in those situations which my colleagues have been telling me. This afternoon, I was approached by a young Malay guy not in some tattering clothes but quite neat (a little ruffled and dirt) clothes, though there's a tinge of sadness on his look. I came out from the LRT station and just finished climbing a flight of steps. I usually walk straight on my left after the staircase but I don't know why my instinct took me a right turn to another short flight of stairs. Most probably because the tail of my eye, I saw this young guy approaching someone else and got ignored. And then I appeared - a new target I guess. So I just walked past him very quickly and he came after me! I think I heard him saying something like "RM 1" or something like that but I just ignored and RAN. But he followed me walking down the stairs! And even rested his hand on my shoulder! I think he wanted to be right in front of me, but instinct just kicked in: I stopped at the same level of stairs and looked, burningly, into his eyes, as I said LEAVE ME ALONE. And the best thing was ... don't know why this gesture felt out naturally: my fingers curled into a ball and it was perfectly angled at his direction. I was ready for a dip into his face. I think my Karate sensei would be proud to see a student of his could still curl the fist correctly with a perfect balance on the shoulder.

The guy was taken aback to see my right hanging fist and glaring stare. His hand just shrunk and tore away his eyes from mine and looked somewhere. When Isaw this gesture, I quickly ran away, and he said "I LOVE YOU". What is wrong with this guy? I seriously don't know. If he had said "Please help me", people would have lend him a sympathetic ear, but instead he said "Give me RM 1."

This young guy was still hanging around at the mouth of the LRT station. I actually thought of using the earlier route, but spotting him made me took the more dangerous way to go back to the LRT station on the opposite direction: cross the helluva road. I actually really really thought of going back there, just to test my luck ... but what if my stupidity won this bet? What if this guy this time took up the courage and whack the heck out of me? Whoops. Glad renaye was not that stupid to take that chance.

I should have just brought my umbrella with me. It will not only protect me from this guy but also the crazy weather of today.

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