i was full of thoughts way before i switched on this machine that could type words and let stalkers see of what youre tryna state. not.

nevermind.

anyway, i sat glued watching TV from 7 onwards. the movies on 5 were great. theres Final Fantasy and then came in this past Oscar nominated film, the Pianist. it made me realise of life for a bit. its about this story, a true story rather, about Splizam - and obviously he plays the piano - who went thru numerous miraculous attempts of escaping death from the Germans. this film was rather unique in the sense that the main lead actor was actually seeking refuge in his own town/neighbourhood?(i guess) for three miserable freaking years. though it looked as if he had travelled far off to London. i realised this when he was living prison in this room in front of the German Hospital. and thats when i go. oooohhhhh.

back to the story. it hit hard on me after having eyes fixed for three hours(i hate adverts). how we munch on a plate of rice with two drumlets not realising/contemplating on what if?

that guy was indulging potatoes. its more like a potatoe and it tastes like meat. and it was three living hell years. gahh.

just to cut it short. we should all just be humble and thankful for what we are today. and hope it stays for a better tomorrow. majulahh stickapura. man i cant seem to get that theme out of my head.

alright, class in the morning. and i kept sleeping.

cam whore-ing in the afternoon. be back for the updates.

Peaceion