Monday, December 13, 2010
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Friday, November 12, 2010
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Sunday, October 24, 2010
interview done in 1969, by a 14 year old kid named Jerry Levitan who snuck into John Lennon's hotel room in Toronto and convinced him to do an interview.
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Monday, July 19, 2010
But i am remembered that anywhere i go, i'll always say that i'm Malaysian. Always going through life by understanding, labelling and understanding myself. So how could any foreign place keep me from staying away from home? Travelling is and always will be for the everyday ritual.
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
With everyday passed here, the heart becomes more and more silent. No longer it thinks about the past or future. It was content simply to muse over the desert, and to leave all that is bad behind. The kinda bad that makes you feel so dirty, yet so alive. Sort of like forbidden love, clandestine sex if you must. You know you shouldn't do it, but it feels so damn good.
Strangely enough, the mind agrees too. The heart and the mind had become friends, and neither of them betraying the other. Enlightenment perhaps? For a brief moment... well... yes, I think so. Life unfolds unpredictable ways. I'm still here, and forced to consider that I might actually 'be here'. I want to understand, reach into the Soul of the World, and be apart of it. And I know that in it, was my own.
I know, I know. I'm a total slut for enlightenment. What can I say?
the silent hello
the puzzling cross
i need more of this
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Monday, May 24, 2010
And for the record, making life-altering decisions during holidays are NOT COOL (yes, you know who you are. not cool at all). Low blow.
I believe the mind works in periodicity, and as phase diagrams. And everything, EVERYTHING is good when equilibrium is found. we sometimes need help from the 'outside' to find it. Or, just shut up and listen.
So... Repetez s'il vous plait:
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
i will miss this little cute green garbage bin.
bus stations, airports... those are never good places to be at. especially after a wonderful travel.
c'est la vie. c'est la vie.
dreams last for so long...
i dont know what yours is, but mine was the ipod gig. my favorite.
yes, je me souviens.
goodbye little green bin.
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
behind the curtains
For the record, Mansion Song is a super angry song. Major stunner for Nash.
flowers and simplicity
against the Brain
Ps:/ having someone to talk to and keeping me sane about you-know-who will surely be missed. thanks buddy... and I still owe you a cold one!
Pss:/ I have no idea why the pictures are non-'clickable' for the whole view. pissed.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
“don’t tell me what a man says, don’t tell me what a man knows, tell me where he’s travelled”
What about me? Until recently a schoolchild of the modern world, what the hell am I doing here? In a word, please don’t laugh... enlighten.
I am hungry. Hungry for knowledge of myself and knowledge of other worlds.
Over the years of my life, my only regret is not being able to enshrine those wonderful things that these eyes have witnessed, the sounds these ears have heard and the stray thoughts that this mind have strayed to. I fancy being able to look back and remember exact details of how experience unveils itself to me.
I am a sucker for pictures. To me, pictures are the essence of my journey. Be it losing my baggage, or penniless on the streets, or worrying which airport/bus station to crash in for the night, or even losing my passport would not be as devastatingly catastrophic as losing my camera... But, I know, that the best pictures are the ones that you just point your finger and say ‘click’.
So really, the best thing is for me to not lose my mind.
And so, this is the reason for my writings.
A book which I put my entire faith on starts with the words ‘read in the name of your Lord’, and so I start by writing on what someday I would be able to read back upon.