How to pick a book

Imagine a bookshop. Imagine yourself there, imagine yourself looking for a novel, something nice and entertaining. But you don’t really know what to buy.
Or maybe u’re just looking for something a little….different…. How do you pick one?
Myself, I go for the attractive cover with a catchy title

Sacrilege! You say. Most would advise not to judge a book by its cover or its title. But, most of the time, one of the main reason that you pick a book is FOR it’s cover/catchy title…
If a book is dusty, gray, has an unattractive cover, with an equally drab title, no matter how fantastic the inside is, only brave souls will have the privilege to discover it…..
or only by these scenarios:

• There is no other book in the area
• You have read their previous books (which, in this case, does not count)
• Rave reviews on that book (by trusted source/s)
• a birthday gift (even then, u still may not read it)

In the end of the day, it is still what’s inside that matters.

But is it so wrong to ask for books to have an attractive cover???

BTW, if you haven’t figured it out by now.

I am NOT talking about books.

Quote of the Month

" It's simple.......

It's not easy,

but it is simple......"


House, M.D.

Japan out

I'm still in Nagoya,

I know most people will love it here......

me, on the other hand..hate it.... alot...in multitudes of way you just can't imagine...

I'm never coming back here......the vibe just don't cut it with me... the food's expensive, the travel's expensive. the life, monotonous..... for the first time, ever...I missed home country....yup...back to Indonesia...of all places.....or, even better, singapore...

maybe it's just the job...or maybe just my frame of mind at the moment...nothing seems to be working... nothing... job, life, etc...wish this would just......end....

blue eyes... when're you leaving for NL? it's an idea to meet...

wilson out....

Japanese Sun

It is now 3 AM in Nagoya, Japan,

and I can't sleep...for whatever reason.... so, yeah, finally I get to go to Japan. Wish my bosses were here though, at least the heat would be a little lower, along with the report, that is... :-(
Well anyway, can't complain.. I'm in Japan!!!....yey!!!!...

and we will be documenting ( if possible ) any culinary adventure that might happen along the way ( if i'm lucky enough to go out of this dorm, that is...)...

but I don't care...hey, its Japan, rite?? hope I can go through the meeting tomorrow without conking out...hehehe...

End Game

There room was dimly lit. darker, and bleaker than usual.
The piano was silent, black, foreboding
The garden, featureless, shapeless, covered in shadows of darkness
You were all in black, long black hair cascading, your face, set in stone, eyebrows firmly joined together in the centre.
Rivers of tears cascaded down your face. Through all your tears, I still can’t help but notice how magnificently beautiful you are
There, ended the dream. There, everything stopped moving.

My throat, dry as sandpaper, My tongue, bitter as the coffee in my hand.
My brain, unable to make sense of it all, My senses, numb. My heart, packed up, left and hasn’t returned since.

I don’t understand.
You owe me, some kind of love.

Reality Bites

Saying Yes is the easy part... Now comes the fight to stay relevant and alive...

What is it about, you will just have to guess... What I can tell you, is that it involves a certain kind of commitment, and a lifelong bond which cannot be broken, and it also involves a lot of compromises, sharing and communication, of which the enormity has just struck home...

Maybe, for the first time in my life, I'm moving forward blindly, without a clear direction, going with the flow and wondering where all this may lead to..cautiously optimistic, but very, very worried about where it is taking me...Can i manage, can i handle it, can I be the person that I need to be?

Wilson's growing up really fast, real soon.... you never know...it could just well be, the ride of a lifetime... :-P...

Rollercoaster....The Beginning

I'm Rollercoasting.....arms spread wide..plunging down.... going faster and faster...and I'm taking you with me, Ms. Cherry Blossom...

It's going to be a wild ride, prepare yourself darling....

Bangkok Bluesome

I'm back in Bangkok...

that's right..the land where massage parlours never sleep, and japanese tourists line the streets looking for their next bar...
Do I like bangkok? perhaps my friend was right.. it IS pretty boring...

well.. might as well stay at the hotel and while away the night with Arnie's Terminator 1

"I'll bee Baaaak".....

Teez, in reading... i'm unable to connect to a decent phone line... please send me dad's phone number and/or e-mail through..... I have e-mail... my yahoo...

stories to continue... including my first ever experience in shopping for a women's handbag for E........ a nerve wracking experience if there was one... really hope she likes it...

The Garden

It was a garden. With green grass, fresh from with the dew of yesterday’s rain. The sky, semi cloudy , with rays of sunshine, bursting through, and the smell of grass, perfuming the terrace with its sweet freshness,

There, in the garden….. was you and I…..

Piano tinkling in the background….what music was playing, I cared not…

There you were, in the hammock, long black hair cascading around your face, framing……your dark eyebrows, perfectly adjoining just below the bridge of your nose… Your smile, ever present...your laughter, intoxicating…
There I was, comfortable as never before….

There we were, in the garden, talking, laughing, gesticulating, probing, understanding..

In the garden, You and I, time stood still

There, in the garden…. I never wanted the moment to end…

Adrenaline

Blood pumping,

Heart beating, faster and faster...

Testosterone flowing through your veins...

A lump in the throat that just won't go away, incessant cramping deep in the belly, the constant retching but nothing coming out, also part and parcel of the package.

it's true what they say, people perform best under pressure.

Now let's just see how I do it, wilson style.

I've done it before, I can do it again, I was born for this.
Don't hesitate any longer, Wilson!! Go for it... this is crunch time.

(Gotta do Right, Sometimes - Brand New Heavies)

Changes

Is change good?

Sometimes you question your own mortality and the way mortality has an impact on you…
Growing older sometimes has no impact, in everything other than the way you think about life.

Getting older feels like somebody has patted your back and said..” isn’t it time for you to think of something else?”

And the answer would be…well… I suppose so….the question of your existence and meaning in the world, has less importance than the main question in how are you going to spend your life… what will you be doing? How are you going to survive in this world? the young person’s (read: the guy I was a year ago) idealistic point of view, is getting less relevant, and the question of survival (i.e: more practical issues) has taken over the wild and whimsical meanderings I may have had many moons ago…

Am I jaded? …maybe… Am I pessimistic? No, maybe just a tad realistic… I suppose… I’m worried I’ll be out of it… too out of it to care… to out of touch to worry about little details…

So, I’m making concrete movements to get my life to move along. First and foremost…getting all my itches scratched..

Finishing my never ending, 10 years in the making, loudspeaker… that, is finally done… Pictures to be posted.

Getting my very own , real, hard-ass core mountain bike… that, is also finally done… pictures to be posted soon.

So… what else is left?

I suppose…that would be all the questions that I have always posed in these pages recently.. It has been weighing heavily on my mind.

Yah… you’re right…this year… is the make or break… nothing left to chance anymore.

Aftermath....

The Storm has passed...an eerie calm has descended upon the land. Silent, and yet, deafeningly loud .....

All that is left, is the debris, pieces of dreams left shattered, battered by the wind and bashed against the rocks.

time to pick up the pieces and start over again.