The stats on my page hasn't moved since 18th July.

The astro writeup for Leo in Works Weekly says I'm organized. Obviously they've never seen my room...
(and I share the same star sign as Josh Hartnett, Kevin Spacey and J-Lo. Not too bad a crowd...)

Guide to commercial soundtracks.

Going off to KL tonight with bro and sis in law. KL isn't one of my favourite cities, but my father's there and I haven't seen him for a while. Better pack up some decent reading as well...

Friday friday. Finally...

Imran asked me if I planned out my novel and I told him I had the beginning and the ending in mind. I need to know where I'm going and developed it towards there. Is that how it always works?

And one day you'll look back and see all that you have lost.

Which Volkswagen Beetle are you, REALLY?

Still infected with this lethargy. Gahhh...

It's like living in the middle of the ocean, no future no past.

Yet another late late late late day....
Tuning in and out. Close my eyes and I might slip out of this life. What's the frequency of here?

I owe the government about $100 in taxes. Ok lah...

Finally got my confirmation letter today. Been a while and everyone's been waiting for it to arrive. Tonight's the Man Utd game, and probably will give us our highest ratings ever. Not a bad game; 8-1, which shows that the Red Devils only held back a wee bit.

Feeling bloody lethargic. Trying to get by the day....

Turns out the George Harrison near-death thing might be a hoax. Good to know.

Have you read the news today oh boy? George Harrison says he's getting ready for death. Depressing.

Purchased Atwood's Blind Assassin as well as two CDs. Blur's 13 and soundtrack for Love's Labor Lost. 75% off for CDs. Not too bad.

For those who like their corpses chewable, George Romero's Resident Evil script...

Tricia has put up pics of the beau/crushee, for those still tuning in.

Give me life, give me pain, give me myself again.

Apparently I'm a Yoda. Forgot what I am in the other cats, but there's one where I'm an Obi Wan Kenobi.

Just got back from Bintan where I crashed a company retreat. Swam in the sea, had bbq food, played laserquest and paintball (with a cauliflower shaped welt on my right arm to prove it; also got shot on the left cheek when one of the guys did a Chow Yuen Fatt and ran out with two paintguns blazing), a night buggy rally, beach volleyball, beach football, tanned, chilled, ate enough instant noodles for the rest of the year, and went to a bad nightclub that played tons of Venga boys style Eurotrash. Bintan feels like a Singapore outpost; changed some Indonesian currency but didn't even get to use it. They take SG dollars and seems detached from the rest of Indonesia; or at least the self-contained resort is. A good break. Might be all I have for a while.