Mornings.

Mornings can be peaceful. Mornings can be wet. Mornings, too, can be awfully chaoticas well... And this Sunday morning, is of everything above, peaceful, wet, at the same time, choas.

This morning, I woke up thinking of The Wira and The Kenari's story. It was all peaceful with the little rain drops dropping on the roof that formed some sort of rythem. Then there it is, the yellings, the moanings, the screams of a woman in the neighbourhood... I assure you it's no ghost. The woman was shouting: "叫你挂掉, 叫你挂掉!!! 叫你挂diaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaoooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Whatever the crap's goin on down der, it didn't seem to wake any other people at all... Surprisingly, it's not too chaotic.

It reminds me of the days when I used to shout with my brother at home. Haha. To think that others have heard of my sound more than anyone else's. Now I get a chance to listen to someone's screaming. Suddenly I felt like the neighbours. Haha.

Now the sun's come up. Today's gonna be a good day. Promising. By unknown factors... Just a feeling... Love is just a feeling... O.o Lol... I forgot to mention... It's 10am now. I've been hearing the screams since 9am.

PJ encounters...

I never really liked PJ... It's always been said to be a place of classes too high for normal people... Which, at least... I know I am. But I could learn to like it... It's a place with loads of nice cars. Italian, German, Japanese... Nice cars as in all-time-rare supercars in Malaysia. The food? It's 10% more expensive than Kepong. The people? Ok ok only la...

Once I saw a Merc SL Black... No... Twice... The second time I saw it, I took a picture of it. But it was raining... I'll just upload it next time... Lazy to remove the memory card la...

The first picture was the students sleeping, in a way people would use their imagination...

The second and third picture... It was taken when we're conducting a long experiment... Requiring us to stir the calorimeter for 10 minutes... Recording the temperature every minute... Boring...

The forth and fifth was cars that I saw on PJ roads... Gotta say... I'm very sick and tired of 350Zs... But if the F430 would appear more often, I wouldn't mind. Haha.

The days in PJ is as empty as ever... There is a goal. But there's something missing. Something very important. Something that can help achieve this goal... Just missing something... Many people talk about hoping I would find that missing link and get to the goal. But hope? It's just another word. And it surely isn't working. But I feel its presence already. Should be near...

And then I realized that, people tend to think, when he or she is in more trouble than others just because he or she feels an all time bad in his or her life, he or she can talk about it and not care about other people's trouble... Some people never give three seconds to understand other people's problems and continue his or hers. Some people respects other people just because those who are talking to him or her, are human. Some people never stop to think what's happening. Some people thinks alot and then too much of it. Some people goes emo easily, some don't... Some people tried to tell the beginnning of a gay story, but instead, talked about the bloody eff-ing pirate who orders a captain to clean the eff-ing deck. CURSE YOU EFFIN LOW-RANKED PIRATES. KNOW YOUR PLACE AND EFF OFF THIS WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well... It's 3.25am now... Unknowns stayed as unknowns... Mysteries taht never gives you answers. Anyway... I'm just going to go to sleep. =.=...

New Divide...

This is a story of the Wira and the Kenari.

Today, Wira went out for a drive around town. While strolling aimlessly, the radio played Mr. Lonely from Akon. The Wira sang along to the rythem. Just as he's singing, he realized that the lyrics were quite telling the story of him. He feels lonely. And at the same time, misses someone. The Kenari.

The lyrics were quite true to his story, except for the shouting part... Which isn't the reason the Wira and the Kenari were divided... As he sang, tears filled his light compartment... At the same time, he was in Desa Park City, looking over the families and friends who were walking in the park. DPC was a place full of memories of the Wira and the Kenari. This was the first time the Wira went there after Wira and Kenari seperated.

The Wira felt sad, but he was happy that he found an event to look forward to. 14th of August. The day the Kenari comes back. The Wira hasn't shut down its battery comepletely, leaving the lights in the cabin on, discharging itself of battery, thinking of the Kenari, missing her alot...

The Wira is now listening to a motivating melody song. A japanese song called Houki Boshi by Younha.

Story end.