Hiatus, and a dear friend.

I apologize to those who frequent my blog often because I haven't been posting new reading material lately, due to the arduous act of fulfilling the many tasks and responsibilities of a university student. So no time to drop by at the world wide web. Pathetic, to me at least.

And its also due to the 2 week absence of the wireless internet which has gone to Taiwan to see her aunt. My wireless can walk and travel too. No kidding.

Damn, how time flies. 2007 is coming to a close soon. It'll be gone before most of you know it. So sit down, take a deep breath and spend a couple of minutes to reminisce of how you spent the past 11 months of 2007. Did you spend it wisely, or was it wasted without a moment's thought?

Think about it. You can waste anything in the world, but you can't waste time. You don't live long enough to have that luxury.

As for me, I've only have my approaching finals splat on my mind. Yea, its kinda late to have the finals, I know. But the stupid Quality Assurance (QA) people had other plans, so my finals is on the first week of December, which is only a week away. Oh well. In we dive into them books.

And study, study, study. Boy, who are you bollocking?

But i'm flying off to Australia for a vacation on the 4th day of exams. So long, suckers. But when I come back, I've gotta sit for the papers I missed. So no difference.

I'm going to end this post with some bad news.

I came home yesterday in evening, said hi to my parents, and also to both my pets. But only one came.

And mum dropped the bomb on me. And I was nuked.

She said it quietly.

"Chips died."

Yes. My beloved chipmunk, whom has so gaily greeted me and each time I walked by or dropped by his cage to play with him, died on Monday.

I went bonkers after that. Enough said.

Man, i was fond of him. And I loved him. And he's gone now.

No more scraping of the cage. No more running on the wheel. No more.

I know i know, it might seem gay to be ranting so much about my pet but the fact remains.

I loved that cute lil brown stripey chipmunk.

Chips, you will always remain as my beloved pet. This is to you.

Of donuts and pets.

Donuts.


Pet rodents.

Saturday.

Saturday: Recounted.

I woke up at 10.30am. Ate breakfast. Shuffled around disturbing people at home. Hehe.

Read a book too. For One More Day by Mitch Albom. Its a good read. I recommend it to everyone who has a mother.

Headed to church in the evening. Service today was at the newly renovated main sanctuary. It's beautiful. Sweeet. But it looks smaller though. Anyway, it was a trial run to see if everything was fine after the makeover. The 8pm service after ours was at L5. Suckers, haha. As usual, the youth gets the best. Lol. The speaker today was our beloved Ps Dennis Balan, a joker with a passion for God.

Josh and I went for Angel's 21st birthday party after that. It was nice. At a golf clubhouse near her residence.

And watched the Arsenal match at the bar downstairs. They were playing against the Red Devils. The odds were level, fairly said. But it was a hell of a match, I tell you. I thought all was lost went Christiano whats-his -name (on purpose) scored the winner after Fabregas had equalised Rooney's goal (rather, an own goal).

But then Gallas, who scored an own goal earlier (it wasn't Rooney after all), redeemed himself by scoring in extra time to extend Arsenal's unbeaten run to 18 matches in all competitions. Mind you, in all competitions.

Undeniably, Fergie is gonna be real pissed at the linesman for letting in the goal, not to mention the referee too. Haha.

Came home and bathed. Talked to her. And decided blog (hence this post).

Goodnight. For now.

Hopper.

I caught a fairly large hopper poking around my room last night and decided to adopt it out of randomness. Boredom is also a contributing factor.

I give you...Christopher (simply because it rhymes with grasshopper).

I disabled his jumper leg to keep him from hopping around.

Attacking the thing that handicapped him.

But everyone knows that if you're up against something bigger than you, the percentage of getting away in one piece is relatively low.

And this proves it. The scissors came out the winner in the end. Duh.

But he's still alive though.

But then, later after the morning class...

Oops.

Christopher is no more.

Forgive me.

Myself, questioned.

I just had nothing to rant about, thus explaining my long absence from the blogsphere.

Its been quite an uppy-downy time for me, these few weeks.

Like shit. Drained. The repertoire of my emotions.

I begin to question things, stuff in my life. And sometimes I get confused at the answers.

I have to break free, somehow.

Sometimes life's not only a bitch. It has puppies.

Some may may agree, some may not. But it certainly is for me.

And most glaringly, I feel so dry inside. I have to admit it. And I long for you, Daddy above.

To put in a nutshell, its a pretty rough patch, full of cockblockery and what not.

Anyway with that aside, I shall update.

I was at KLPAC last week to see my buddy and an Angel sing. After that we took a couple shots outside. Its quite a nice place to unwind, I must say.

The singers, Burpboy Josh and an Angel.

After that, gila camwhore.

Shaz and Darrel, you guys came just in time for the camwhore session. Stupid. Haha.

Yea, that's them happy moments.

But then again, waking up every morning knowing that I have you, I smile.

Days go by.

A few days back, I saw this on the dining table at home.

Berry cheese moonie.

And the Tiramisu.

And I can assure you, both tasted as good as they looked.

Anyway, I paid a visit to the workshop to collect the car yesterday. (finally, after 1 whole month)

And I saw this.

As I approached nearer, fearing the worst...

My fear was made real. I felt so sad.

Sad because the fair lady ain't so fair anymore.

Sigh, the connection at the university is so darn pathetic, that I'm blogging here at some restaurant. That is really sad, if you ask me.

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Days go by and still I think of you.

Blur.

Life right now is...

Hectic.

The timetable's a friggin wreck. Madness has reached the point where classes can be from 8.30am till 11pm at night every Tuesday, with an occasional break in between. Exams can be from 10pm till 11.30pm.

And the stupid insect called procrastination is doing its rounds, biting me quite often. Damn itchy.

And truly, exams are a pain. There isn't any room for laziness here.

As if it weren't worse enough, I've got 1 more subject called Air Legislation thrown into my already crazy timetable. And its no comfort knowing that its compulsory to have at least 10 hours of Air Legislation per week.

Yes, you've heard it right folks. 10 blood covered hours of sitting and listening to the lecturer babble about the many licenses and rules, every week. Sponsor me a teddy to hug, anyone?

This means my already saturated timetable would be maxed out. And I'll only be able to come home on Friday, gone are the days where i'm happily home on Thursday afternoon. Sweet, just sweet.

To top it off...

I NEED A SCOTCH AND A HANDGUN.

But looking on the brighter side of life, Air Legislation only starts after the Raya hols. So I'm living the remnants of life here, while I still can.

I'm afraid to check my workload, for fear in passing out at the size of it.I am going to do it, one at a time, using sheer determination as fuel to complete it.

Anyway, here are some shots I took as a needed humour injection.

Hey, what are you exactly dreaming in dreamland?? Shots of my course mate sleeping.

Shaun Mirandah in dreamland.
3 stooges in dreamland.
Osama, my classmate. U look downright gay in this.
Happy moments in class.

That's about it, I guess.

But back to reality.

I still want that handgun.

Out of grasp.

Before I know it, its coming to the end of the damn short semester break. Time, advertly is trying to get me to plunge back into my boring mundane schedule of uni life. My short holiday bubble is slowly getting smaller. Oh well.

Dammit, its already Friday. And nope, there's no T.G.I.F here, and i don't mean the restaurant.

There's one more heavy paper to go. Its branded Material & Hardware. Heavy duty stuff, knowledge and notes included.

And my knowledge of it ain't much actually, bordering on minuscule, more like it.

Also, not forgetting its made worse by the frank dislike of the subject. And its definitely not helpful that the lecturer has a very idiotic French accent, making the process of interpreting what he says an everyday pain in the arse, what more understanding the lesson. Brain is usually in the same state after and before class. Clueless, and grasping for understanding. Not a very good sign.

Shit. And now the exam is drawing nearer. I'm on my own now.

She has so many things on her mind, and made worse by other problems. I feel so sorry for her. I pray things will get sorted out as fast as possible.
Above all, I love her so much.

And you, though things have been pretty much sorted out, but I still have many questions. It will never be the same again. Yes, it feels....unbelievingly surreal. To me at least. And it has left a scar. Remember that.

That's all for now. Over and out.

Decision: Made.

Down. Engulfed in sadness and sorrow. Down.

But when you hit rock bottom, the only way is up.

Things won't get anywhere unless forgiveness steps in.

I hate to admit it, but its true.

Is it gonna be easy? Hell, no. But I forgive you.

I forgive you.

We shall pick ourselves up, and move on.

The past is behind us now.

And Ee Laine, I love you.

No damn title.

Appalled. Disgusted.

And hurt.

How could you do this. Not once. But another, and another, and another.

The limits was very clear. But it was way over the line, and you knew it.

The word sorry can be said a thousand times, but it all comes down to nothing if the very act is repeated again and again without a hint of remorse.

You're matured enough to know the consequences of your actions.

Now, look at the mess.

I trusted and respected you.

And now? Its all gone to the dogs.

Am I supposed to empathize?

Nobody was spared of hurt, and tears poured down like rain.

I'm still reeling from it.

And the most painful part is that she was brutally entangled in this. You better understand that.

That is all I have to say for now.

Anger. The intensity of it.

It reigns supreme.