It's 12:26pm on a Saturday morning and it seems that today is moving very (slowly) along...just woke up about 45 minutes ago and it's the aftermath of another early-ish night out eating what was a wrong combination of maggi goreng,ais kacang and teh ais. That mix reacts faster than the ah bengs at warp react to the new sped up sammi cheng club mix while on E.Weird.Well,again when I checked the garage outside, no Evolution VII was present. Some day,perhaps.Well,santa claus brought me a bicycle once; why in the world not a 2 litre turbo? or a 600cc CBR? It's not like I'm asking for a CLK55.....bloody hell. Well,back to the cycle of normal life I suppose. The sun is bright outside,but since I closed all the curtains,it seems very evening-y. Not very good environment for the start of a new day.....a nice morning would be a wake up with Heidi Klum; or Kim Smith perhaps? Ah well...

It's hardly been a minute or two,but I felt that the page has been too very empty.So,I've decided to add some stuff I've written in the past...14th August,12:59am--Starry starry night my friend sang.The night was filled with darkness,dotted with clear visions of stars and a gleaming moon.The moon was unusually bright and the rays that spread throughout the night time sky was captivating yet surreal.Sounds of silent waves,a moment to endure;for this moment was perfect..but this moment was also a reflection of the present;a delving look into the inner chasms of your heart and the uptmost parts of your soul.Sure we can all wait for tomorrow;but tomorrow is yet to end as today did;and if I was not to capture the essence of this mass-mysteria,it would be lost forever..I regret this.I regret not having the want.Not having the means.Life is never perfect.It's an illusion that sets upon us.An illusion that we create.An illusion that we live by.The horizon is endless,a dark overture of the crescending orchestra that beckons,a reminder that I'm here all alone,knowing that tonight I have upon me a perfect moment under the night sky.Under the starry starry night.
I'd love her this moment.I'd love her forever.I've never seen her since.The night beckons yet again.And like one influential innuendo echoes,morning comes.
Have you ever?Have you had a moment of sweet perfection?Have you ever consumed yourself in the loving eyes of the moon?A momento of the past,a glimpse of an uncertain future,a present that is non existent?Night beckons.Perfection walks away.Life has changed.Tomorrow,the dream that ensues would be nothing but a blur of sea mist.

The MAD DOCTOR is back,now with a full fledged online ranting space! Call the cops,close the schools,lock your doors. Well...I've just come across this page (thanks Ian,but then now everyone else would want to kill you.) and it seems to be a very appropriate tool to cause havoc on the net...it's 12:18 and I'm filled to the brim by both sleepiness and fried rice (Flied Lice?).Mental.Yeah well,college has been getting better and better,too bad I always get to this stage at the end of semesters; maybe because of one very bad habit(not going to classes that is);well,hopefully I pick up next sem where I leave off.Bloody hell...another day goes by.I'm here again in the middle of the night,the break into morning,seemingly staring into the Holly Valance album cover on my desk which seems to have endless appeal.The internet connection placing me amongst one of the billions of users of this connected computer network is really a miraculous thing, and having something this powerful, I'm using to download WRC videos and chat nonsensical idealogies with friends who have seemingly left home to move to other ends of the world,whether it be for study or pure luck. Either ways, it's another long midnight stint.So see y'all later.