Food

While on our way back from Orlando, upon seeing the exit sign to Daytona.

Me: Ahh... Home sweet home.
Jison: What? More like home shit home.

Haha

I went shopping at the Oriental Market at Orlando today. And let me tell you what, I completely suck at shopping for food. Seriously. I literally went around looking at stuff, and saying, "Oh, I think that looks cook-able" and just lob it into the trolley. I'd walk around and just put stuff in, just for the sake of putting stuff in. Now I have 2 trays of drumstick, a tray of chicken tenders, and I don't even know how to fry chicken!! But of course, the fish balls are for my Maggi mee and well, I've got other stuff too, but I completely forgot what they are. =P

Thank Slash for my room mate. He does all the cooking, and he's pretty good at it. Especially if it's meat.

I need to learn how to cook. Seriously. Whichever person who said that cooking is a woman's job is a real fag who deserves a kick up the pants.

Teach me, someone!!!

Ohh.. The drive to Orlando definitely has to be one of the scariest I've ever been in. Yes, not even being a passenger in a car that beat the red light on a busy intersection in KL was as scary.

Right now, we're in the middle of storm season, and when it rains, it rains pretty heavily. So, on our way to Orlando, it started to rain. Usually, when it rains heavily, drivers would slow down to more manageable speeds like around 60kph, and would take extra caution. But here, apparently, they don't. We were doing almost 130kph in a 2002 Corolla, on a slippery road, and we couldn't even see a couple of feet past our bonnet! Even if we wanted to slow down, we couldn't because every one around us was going just as fast, or even faster.Going any slower would have been the perfect recipe for disaster. What made it worse was the huge trailer trucks that were doing around 130kph pumping up copious amounts of water from their wheels and leaving a huge wall of spray in their wake. This created a whiteout. But as a person of science and aerodynamics, I immediately thought of difference in pressure. When an object is moving fast, it creates an area of low pressure around it. And this area of low pressure, if it is low enough, will have the ability to suck you towards that object. In other words, our low mass car, under the right conditions, could have been sucked towards those trucks, and a disaster could have happened. All it takes for one to happen, is just a reasonable pressure difference and bad tires. Going fast in the rain is one thing, but not being able to see where you're going or who is in front of you while speeding, and thinking of all the ways that things could go wrong is just crazy.

But thankfully nothing major happened.

Ooohhhh

I think I should sleep early today. I've been sleeping late, and forcing myself to get out bed every morning for the past two days. Well, it's a good thing when you have nothing to do, but when you have tonnes to do and commit to, well, it isn't a good thing.

Come tomorrow, it will be two weeks since I left home. And how am I getting on so far? Two words. Absolutely great! Seriously. I'm getting more and more comfortable with this place as time goes on, and I'm really enjoying myself here, and for whatever reason, I don't miss home at all. Not one bit. But let's see what its like in a couple of weeks time.

In the mean time, off I go singing my favorite songs into the night again! lalalalala =D \m/

Faceless Man

I spent a day by the river
It was quiet and the wind stood still
I spent some time with nature
To remind me of all that's real
It's funny how silence speaks sometimes when you're alone
And remember that you feel
I said it's funny how silence speaks sometimes when you're alone
And remember that you feel
Again I stand, Lord I stand,
against the Faceless Man
Again I stand, Lord I stand,
against the Faceless Man

Now I saw a face on the water
It looked humble but willing to fight
I saw the will of a warrior
His yoke is easy and His burden is light

He looked me right in the eyes
Direct and concise to remind me
To always do what's right
He looked me right in the eyes
Direct and concise to remind me
To always do what's right

Again I stand. Lord I stand,
against the Faceless Man
Again I stand. Lord, God I stand,
against the Faceless Man

'Cause if the face inside can't see the light
I know I'll have to walk alone
And if I walk alone to the other side
I know I might not make it home

Again I stand, Lord I stand,
against the Faceless Man
Again I stand, Lord I stand,
against the Faceless Man

Next time I see this face
I'll say I choose to live for always
So won't you come inside And never go away
Next time I see this face
I'll say I choose to live for always
So won't you come inside And never go away

Again I stand, Lord I stand,
against the Faceless Man
Again I stand, Lord I stand,
against the Faceless Man
Again I stand, Lord I stand,
against the Faceless Man

-Creed-

Born in 1988, Stuck In The 1970's

Tonight is pretty fresh. I dumped modern rock out of the window in favor of some 70's music. Stuff like the Doors, Hendrix, Zeppelin, Pink Floyd and Rolling Stones. Stuff like that are really calming in a weird way. It just brings my mind to think of scenes from the LSD days, right through to the sexual revolution. And right now, I wish that I was living in that era.

I know it sounds silly, but there's a certain appeal about that era that just draws me in. Maybe its the drugs, the protests, the music, the concerts, the social order, the sex and things like that. It represents a lot that I feel is missing in modern times. I think that modern culture lacks the romance, rebellion, creativity, diversity, and is just too polished and commercialized for its own good. There isn't much character to be found these days. Plus I feel that truth is becoming more and more of an under-appreciated gift in current times.

That's where my head is right now, and I like it.

The Fixer

When somethings dark, let me shed a little light on it
When somethings cold, let me put a little fire on it
If somethings old, I wanna put a bit of shine on it
When somethings gone, I wanna fight to get it back again

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, fight to get it back again
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

When somethings broke, I wanna put a bit of fixin on it
When somethings bored, I wanna put a little exciting on it
If somethings low, I wanna put a little high on it
When somethings lost, I wanna fight to get it back again

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, fight to get it back again
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

When signals cross, I wanna put a little straight on it
If there's no love, I wanna try to love again

I’ll say your prayers, I’ll take your side
I'll find us a way to make light
I'll dig your grave, we'll dance and sing
What's saved could be one last lifetime

Hey, hey, hey
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, fight to get it back again
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Fight to get it back again, yeah, yeah, yeah
Fight to get it back again, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

-Pearl Jam-

Higher Tone Addiction

Music has been taking a center stage in my life lately, and I like it. It's something that I really can't explain. If there's one world that I enjoy immersing myself in, music has to be a really big part of it. Whether I'm making, or simply just listening to it, I feel right at home with it. It's what's keeping me awake right now in spite of my coming responsibilities. It's my cocaine, heroine,and ecstasy. The constant search for that perfect tune, the constant search for that perfect high. Nothing gets better than the next one. Maybe that's why I'm so disconnected from the outside world. I've always got something playing in my head. More than enough to drown out the voices of the people around me.

Now you know why I've got so little to say all the time. Now you know why I'm never there even though I physically am. Now you know the reasons for my varied expressions. Now you know why my mouth moves, my hands strums, and my head bangs eventhough there is no sound. It's because I've got a louder voice in my head that implores me to listen and act everytime it plays. A louder voice that implores me to search for that perfect high. It really is an addiction. An addiction that I don't know whether or not to look for a cure.

Happy Mer-Dead-Cow.

Night

Ever get that feeling where you have so much to say, but you don't know where to start, so you end up not saying them after all? Well, I'm feeling that right now.

Just yesterday, I got elected president to a club I don't really care much about. In fact, during the whole time, I had my pillow in front of me, resting my head on top of the table, randomly bashing everyone with my usual colorful language. I love colorful language. And yes, one thing led to another, and now I'm the president. But since I already am, I might as well try to do a good job, and get the club rolling.

Then I finally got my guitar back from Ramon. I left it with him over the summer. The strings are rusted, and the only reason I can't change them is because the strings I ordered form Musician's Friend on the 20th of August has still not arrived. Speaking of guitars, I placed an order for a Les Paul this afternoon. And like I said before, I'm not going to get it until mid November.

I think I'm going to go o sleep now. I have absolutely nothing to do. I just came back from dinner.

Another pointless post.