Magnanimous ~

On December 31st, Rhockaby is feeling : Magnanimous ~

What you give you get back.

What you put in you receive.

What happened before will return full circle.

What goes around comes around.

The memorabilia of 2006, 100 top things worth remembering this year! Here goes:

100. I managed to get into 2nd year in Uni!
99. I found another person with the same birthday as me.
98. I started using Limewire.
97. I discovered Tao.
96. I got a crush on someone.
95. Got me a new pair of jeans.
94. Helped grandmama at her stall.
93. Started using Adobe Photoshop.
92. Made a new best friend.
91. Learned how to make chicken rice.
80. Got heaps of acknowledgments for my Useless Facts!
89. Officially raw-battled for the first time.
88. Went to Genting!
87. Rode awesome roller coasters!
86. Fell in love. :)
85. Came up with the name "M*** *** C******" for a cafe I wanna open.
84. Visited distant family in KL.
83. Plan on getting a new phone.(w950 ... drools ...)
82. Received a keepsake.
81. Gave away Kanchome! ;)
80. Discovered mms! Hahaha ~
79. Enjoyed karaoke.
78. Got a job, all by my little self.
77. Got called a 'mutha******' at work. :(
76. Bought an apron.
75. Received my very first hard earned pay! :D
74. Saw a different side of Melbourne.
73. Learned to appreciate the gift that is Starbucks.
72. Became a Tekken hardcore.
71. Singlehandedly washed plates, cups, pans, utensils and equipment to provide food for 400++ hungry customers. So don't ever tell me I don't know what labor work feels like cause I've been there.
70. Broke a heart.
69. Embraced CSS coding.
68. In one night played with the webcam more than I've played in a year.
67. Danced with Melbourne's finest breakers.
66. Developed in interest to Suckoa.
65. Lent a large sum of money! (Trust me, it's not you.)
64. Got a red pair of gloves! Comfy!
63. Given the alias 'Yoshi' by the tekken guys.
62. Started vigorous abdomen workouts.
61. Bough a dis functional webcam. :(
60. Got my w810i! Whoot whoot!
59. Talked. And talked. And talked.
58. Finished a massive steel structures report.
57. Failed to answer a very important call.
56. Got the shock of the year.
55. Had cousins fly in from Malaysia to lift spirits up!
54. Had my hair tied!
53. Beat Johnno at Tekken!
52. Got a leather jacket as a gift!
51. Quit work for the first time. Got a steak as a going away present, haha!
50. Got my heart broken.
49. Found comfort in solitude and tears. :)
48. Discovered the joy that is Alone Time.
47. Tasted custard tarts!
46. Got more than 50++ kids to dance and express themselves at an event!
45. Bought my first AX shirt!
44. Busted prefect mills in a break session.
43. Bought my now missing-in-action black army cap.
42. Battled cat city's local bboys.
41. Discovered Pandan Susu Drink!
40. Status change.
39. Relived Taekwondo.
38. Made loads of new friends!
37. Introduced to the joy that is Paulino Piotto!
36. Wore a construction safety hat for the first time.
35. Stopped a fight on Swanston Street.
34. Attended 7.00 am training sessions.
33. Started to enjoy green tea!
32. Won silver in Taekwondo Australian Uni Games! :D
31. Started to converse in basic chinese.
30. Rode in an ambulance for the first time!
29. Introduced to Maplestory!
28. Traveled to Adelaide by land.
27. Dosed with morphine. Wicked stuff, seriously.
26. Had korean food! Yummy!
25. Experienced the damnation that is land surveying; traversing and leveling! :~(
24. Started using BitComet!
23. Tried a new hairstyle, works awesomely!
22. Had a big hassle with my insurance company.
21. Got on Tram 86 instead of 96 and enjoyed a less-than-thrilling ride to Bundoora Campus.
20. Got a crush.
19. Played badminton with friends, first time in years.
18. Got to level 30 with my Assassin! :D
17. Bought A-Cash!
16. Nailed a 180-flip, with air!
15. Visited Yaya's house for Raya celebration!
14. Discovered Umai! Waa, belalak aih!
13. Got a friend a jacket!
12. Rearranged my room, so spacious now!
11. Hit 160km/h!
10. Flew a kite with Ayu!
9. Discovered e-cosway! Haha, life time supply of free money!
8. Started wearing a watch.
7. Discovered I have food allergy! 0_0"
6. Learnt how to read, write and speak Mandarin!
5. Forgave and forgot.
4. Hugged mom.
3. Slept on the forsaken mat in the dining area. Damn, I'm gonna miss that mat.
2. Wrote a list of a hundred things worth remembering this year.

And now, the number 1 thing most memorable of 2006 for Rhockaby is ...

1. AT 20 YEARS OLD I FINALLY LEARNED HOW TO RIDE A MOTORCYCLE! AND NOT JUST THE SMALL BIKES, BUT ABUYAH'S BIG BIKE! WAAAA, I'M SO PROUD OF MYSELF!

(Highlight here!)

Thanks 2006, you were fun at times, then dull, and then you were adrenaline pumping, and then you were just plain mean. But all and all, I'd have nothing changed. It was a great year for me, period! Looking forward to another year! Whoppie!

Tepid ~

On December 25th, Rhockaby is feeling : Tepid ~

Comes the nightfall will return the dawn.

Now in many ways, I believe the concept of karma. Buat baik dibalas baik, buat jahat dibalas jahat. So when people do harm to you, initially you think that either they will pay for their misguided actions or you will receive some sort of consolation.

But how about this ...

Say a misdeed has been done upon you, for reasons that you find complete obscene. In no way do you find this act tolerable and by your standards its something you just don't do to other people. Now add a separation of time into this scenario. You're all better now, the previous ache is nothing more than a bantam itch. All is well when suddenly ... JENG JENG JENG (sorry couldn't resist) ... a familiar situation comes into play. This feels familiar, you think you've been here before. Oh my, you WERE here before, just not on this side of the field.

The formations are set. Whistle is blown and the game begins. You play wholeheartedly, doing everything according to instinct, playing the game the way you think is best. And then it hits you (an innuendo not a ball). Your game play, team formations, strategies and mind games ... they are everything you deem wrong. They are everything you despise and simply inadequate by every manner. But No wonder they did this, it feels so right!

Whoa. How the hell did that happen ...

They say walk a mile in you enemies shoes before you authenticate that you're on the right side of the war. Well now I'm in their shoes (kinda small though, sakit nak berjalan). The question is, to play with guilt or walk away with pride.

Decisions decisions ... :)

Perplexed ~

On October 25th, Rhockaby is feeling : Perplexed ~

If there is anything about me that you should know, it is that I pride myself on being unique. Like many others out there, I cuztomize like mad. Sometimes to stand out of the crowd. Sometimes to catch a certain someones eye. Sometimes just cause I feel like it. Sometimes just for the sake of it. This pride would sometimes lead me to doing some pretty weird (in some cases scary) sh|t. Now if you've known me for quite sometime and have been subjected to my company, then you'll prolly know what these things are. If you don't, well you may read on and learn an extra thing or two bout me:

(Now Zack, when you re-read this in the future, you'll prolly laugh your heart out as well. So what I wan't you to do is write a new post (assuming you're still blogging) and mark those which you still do and mark off those that you don't anymore!)

(See, that was some weird sh|t right there ...)

1. I love random hello's and hi's. I will step up to a stranger on the street and say hi. Almost got me into a fight with a big bald guy once!

2. I will greet you half way through a conversation.

3. When all is silent, I will make an annoying little noise.

4. I tend to press the alarm button in the elevator.

5. Anything that is red, I will say it looks good. I will not stop saying it looks good until you agree with me.

6. If I find something funny bout you, I will imitate.

7. And trust me, I LOVE IMITATING!

8. I will repeat you're question in a tone as if it were an answer. Usually takes people a couple of seconds to comprehend and go "What!?".

9. I fiddle my fingers and make em dance.

Ehem ... that was shorter than I expected. I need to study now.

Relinquished ~

On October 9th, Rhockaby is feeling : Relinquished ~

Smokey now. Yikes, I didn't realize the athmosphere got so stuffy. When did this happen? No surprise I guess ... I didn't even realize our numbers just quadrupled, what more the air I breathed.

Dry now. I could really use a drink. But this siren's wailing is hypnotic, indulging. To some it is a high pitched shriek, stabbing the mind, fulmination after fulmination. But tell that to the sailors. Tell that to the sailors, mind's captivated by melody so enthralling that jagged rocks that would have issued a warning of death and danger to any sober man simple became clouds of a heavenly haven. And then, silence. Fortunately for me, jagged rocks are seats of comfort and though the melodic siren' melody bewitches me, I still claim sanity.

Blurry now. My sight is fading. Dark. Darker. There is so much a man would give to be able to stand in the streets in the presence of a holy rain, one of God's most precious gifts to humanity. A drop of water forms thousands of feet above the ground, begins its fall from
paradise. It sees a giant globe of blue and green and white. 'What giant being is this?' and keeps falling. It sees seperated continents.

"This being is cut! Is it bleeding?" and keeps falling. It sees high-rises of cities and poverty prone villages.

"It is burnt? Then why partially healed?" and keeps falling. It sees man of different faces. Man of different colors. Cussing, swearing, very very angry men. It seems women. Mothers. Daughters. They seems sad. Something about war, the drop of water does not understand this. It keeps falling. Fnally, the drop of water sees it target.

"My destination ..." and it keeps falling. A pair of two small palms, out streched by two small hands on two straight arms. In between lies two wide opened eyes, astonished, awaiting and staring straight up, eyes on the drop of water. It was the most beautiful thing the droplet had ever seen. Such purity, sinless innocence. The droplet notices it is not alone. Millions upon millions of other droplets are falling with it.

"Our destination ..." and they keep on falling. The upper lip of a child was the last thing the droplet remembered seeing. It heard laughter and giggling ... and wouldn't you be if you were playing in the rain? Adults try hard to seek solitude in water. Long showers? Letting the water ram you for minutes and minutes and minutes, trying desperately to wash your woe away. So
why don't we? We claim to be more knowledgeable than children, so what do children see that we don't?

Hungry now. Hungry for movement. Hungry for a chase. Hungry for total insecurity. Hungry for thrills. Hungry for uplifting moments. Hungry for long walks. Hungry for long talks. Hungry for caressing. Hungry for commitment.

aWhat does all this imply? These hungers are illusions ... everything, all my cravings can be resolved and this journey would be treaded head-on if I had your hand in mine.

Relished ~

On August 29th, Rhockaby is feeling : Relished ~

Just got this forwarded to me in the Bulletin board. It's one of those obscene jokes that you know you should dispise but in the end ... well ... you know ...

In a second grade sex education class, a little girl asks,

"Teacher, can my momma get pregnant?"

The teacher asks, "How old is your mother?"

The little girl says, "Forty."

The teacher says, "Yes, your mother could get pregnant."

The little girl asks, "Can my big sister get pregnant?"

The teacher asks, "How old is your sister?"

The little girl answers, "Nineteen."

The teacher says, "Oh my yes, your sister certainly could get pregnant."

The little girl asks, "Can I get pregnant?"

The teacher asks, "How old are you?"

The little girl says, "I'm seven years old!"

The teacher says, "No, you can't get pregnant."

The little boy behind the little girl gives her a poke and says,

"See, I told you we had nothing to worry about!!!!!"

Seriously, who comes up with this shiat?

Chapfallen ~

On August 29th, Rhockaby is feeling : Chapfallen ~

*Cough-cough* ... I was asking for it.

Last week I had a sorethroat and was coughing like mad. Not only did this disrupt my daily much needed slumber, but also my taekwondo training. Through out training I had to constantly drink water to hydrate my dry throat. People started giving me that look.

'You get tired this easily?' is probably what they would have said out loud if Tuan's warming up drills weren't occupying them enough.

Eventually, it got better. By Thursday evening training it was just a slight tingle in my throat and by friday morning it was gone. Yay!

Sunday morning was a bone shivering 15 degrees (I think ... well it felt that cold). I was meeting up the ark gang for a site surveying fieldtrip.

MISTAKE 1: NEVER EVER HAVE A SLURPEE ON A WINTER-LIKE DAY NO MATTER HOW MUCH YOUR ANNOYING FISH FRIEND TEMPS YOU.

Fish and I met up with Worm, Ducky and Mummy Ducky at Albert Park. Survey site was just accross the street. Didnt take us more than 30 minutes (with 30 minutes spent on an unknown sun bathing cat). A walk down St. Kilda beach brought us to an ice cream shop.

MISTAKE 2: WHEN YOU ABSOLUTELY KNOW YOU JUST RECOVERED FROM A COLD, AND YOU JUST HAD A SLURPEE FOR BREAKFAST, YOU SHOULD ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS KINDLY DECLINE AN ICE-CREAM OFFERING.

Unfortunately, I'm not a big fan of later consequences. I live in the moment, yeaa yeaa! So I downed that oh so nice double-gelato of pistachio and chocoyummy. We parted there cause Rhokku was starting to feel not so well.

Tram ride home was killer. My body started to heat up, I felt nausiated. Urghh ... when I reached home, conditions got so bad I had to call off the rarely celebrated house cleaning event (I can always do it this weekend). A good nights rest got my temperature down. However now I'm stuck with the same annoying coughing throat that I had last week.

*Cough-cough* Oh well ... like I said ... I was asking for it.

Pollyannaished ~

On August 22nd, Rhockaby is feeling : Pollyannaished ~

There's somthing tingling inside me. A very faint voice telling me to go with it. A sense of familiarity willing me to accept its offering.

'Everything is going to be ok, isnt it?'

2.04 AM [Log Start]

2.08 AM [I've sat here for 4 straight minutes and nothing is coming to mind. Yet I so want to type something down.]

2.09 AM [Second attemp to start re-start post]

Experience. The fact that more experience makes a person more knowledgeable has been proven countless times over. Previous experiences teaches us, prepares us for upcoming things and events. We learn to expect, we learn to prepare.

But what would you give to relive a moment when you discovered who the real mastermind villian is in an all time favorite book of yours? What would you give to feel that great sense to awe of a magical illusion you once saw but now know the trick behind it? What you you give to feel again the joy of blowing your first soap bubble? What would you give to sense the giddiness when you first held hands with you crush?

Best moments are mostly the firsts of anything. People always go 'I remember the first time I...' followed by another memorable anecdote. Its that sense of discovery, a sense of excitement, unable to predict, unable to comprehend. A smile slowly carves its way onto thy face and awe follows.

Children, little children ... they feel this everyday. Everyday a new magic trick is presented to them. Candles being lit. Magic! Glow in the dark. Magic! Coin behind your ear! Magic!

As we grow older, we grow more arrogant. When someone performs something we have not yet seen, not yet comprehend, instead of applauding we intend to guess. We want to know how this is done.

"You know what, I think it was done like this ..."

"I reckon this is the correct explanation ..."

Curiosity? No. Knowledge is a powerful thing, and powerful things have always proven to be drug-like addictive. No one sits there and lets the mystery linger anymore. No one wants to be the person who just enjoys the performance but not know the science behind it.

2.31 AM [My arguments have no basis of what so ever ... I'm sleepy ... Rhockku will sleep now ...]

2.32 AM [Log Ends]

Reluctant ~

On August 14th, Rhockaby is feeling : Reluctant ~

Every night since then. Please, no more ... I don't want it anymore. It just hurts too damn much. Please, just go away and let me be ...

Decrepited ~

On August 12th, Rhockaby is feeling : Decrepited ~

"Zack, we've discussed this before."

"I know, I know ... but wouldn't I be off better doing something that I like?"

"The reason you're not doing it is because it won't earn you as much. Think realistically. Logically."

Like so many times before, Bee was right. Again.

I smacked my wrist.

'Oh ya, I forgot ...'

I look around. Hah, these guys must get over a couple hundred customers per day, and they still can't afford a clock? I wasn't wearing my watch, kinda forgot to put it on. You know that empty feeling you get when you're so used to wearing a watch and one day you just don't wear it? Kinda gets to you after awhile. Oh well, there's always my w810i.

"Bear me for another 20 minutes, Bee"

"You kidding? I enjoy these talks with you."

The feeling is downright mutual.

Lately old thoughts have been creeping back into my mind. I found myself conflicted on doing what I know I should be doing with what I know I love doing (Go ahead, don't be ashamed. Read the sentance a second time). I'm a 20 year old second year uni student of the Royal Melbourne Institute of TechMOlogy studying Civil and Infrastructure. Why am I doing this course. Two simple facts:

• I like numbers. A lot.
• My dad want's me to become a civil engineer, get a good job, earn lots and lots of money, be able to live an easy life, afford life's earthly luxuries and be the greatest example my siblings will ever witness.

I wanted to do something else. Computer science! I love coding. Back when mIRC was 'Da Thang', people were using all sorts scripts. I developed my own. When friendster came up with CSS customization, I had the initiative to learn CSS (from scratch), customize my page and even came up with a tutorial (which I reckon is sh|t since www.editfriendster.com came out :P). I started making games at the age of 15, and even during foundation studies I forced my friends to play em! *Sigh* I would have loved to do computer science.

Whatabout arts? I love drawing and designing! Nothing feels as complacent as a finished drawing on an A3 sized sketchpad drawn with a black marker and pen. Again, my frienster page has gone through countless renovations, each time a different theme, each time designed from ground zero. Designing programs are tools of creativity. 3DMax, Photoshop, Worldcraft, Vavle's Hammer ... I design models of 3d structures, countless maps for the infamous Counterstrike, hundreds upon hundreds of edited pictures. And yet everyday I turn pages of numbers numbers numbers (well in this semester's case facts facts facts.)

People have told me, countless times, that its good I have such a balance between my IQ and EQ. It lets me have that 'edge' over others. But I'll always be lacking one thing. Like so many things it is not quantity, but quality. Is it possible to excel in ALL that? Is it possible to be among the best in all catagories? Doing so many things in such a short period of time (trust me, we humas live longer than we should), is it even feasible?

I, Zack 'Rhockaby' Sabry, would like to think so. I'll be among the best in allllllll of that. I'll try hard and even harder. I'll strive to get better even when I think I''ve already done enough. I'm getting to the peak of the mountain, and when I reach there, I'll continue flying towards the heavens. I'll do good and make myself pround. Oh, and having the edge over you will just be a consolation. ;

Frivolous ~

On August 4th, Rhockaby is feeling : Frivolous ~

(Ofcorse, by writing this here, I'm proving what a coward I am. I felt like writing poetry instead but .. um ... like ... poetry isn't really my strong point ... and ... yeah ...)

Hi there,

Yes. The pain is unbareable. I'm 15 years old again. I hate it. But what to do? Well, I could always consult myself.

People that come to me with this problem, I always give them the same answer.

"You've hit rock-bottom. Now the only place left to go is up."

So why am I not ascending? Prolly because I'm still holding on to this false truth that I want to believe so much. Every night I go back in time and relive those uplifting moments. And every night I go back in time, sittting in that blue office chair, handset tilted, holding back those fucking tears and pulling the best lie of my life.

"I'll be fine. (Smile)"

I lied.

"We'll still be friends. I promise."

I lied some more.

"It'll prolly take months."

Lol. Shameful attemp for sympathy. Or is it empathy? Erk!

Man I must have been good cause it sounded like you bought it. Or were you just playing along as I always was? Ehihi. One thing that I still can't figure out. Up until the very end, the very very end, you still couldn't be honest.

Oh well. I knew he made the call. Infact, I found out that very night. So much for true colors huh? Always telling me you would appreciate the truth more than anything else, and yet what you want you will not give. It's ok (I'm lying again), you must have had very good reasons to jeapordize our amitié. Whatever they were, didn't you think I deserved the truth more than anyone else? After all I did and endured, didn't I? *Sigh* Apparently not.

And yet ...Dispite that I still couldn't hate. Still trying to save you from a guilty conscience. (Did you ever even feel guilty? I don't know ... so much doubt now ...) Still couldn't explode. Still couldn't plummet you with hatred. Hang on. Was there any reason to? Well, there was that long period of 4 or 5 weeks that you never called. No thats not it. You were busy. Um ... Oh! The phone call you made just before my first examination! Yes, thats it! Talk about demotivating, lol!

(Wow ... if you're reading this, you prolly really hate me by now. It's ok, I dont mind. Who wouldnt.)

It's already been what... 2 or 3 weeks since we said our goodbyes? I thought I'd be doing pretty fine by now. But alas, I can fool even the closest to me but not myself. Who am I kidding, right? So I've decided to go for an extreme. (Suits me I guess, I've always prefered extreme measures.) I guess you'll actually support this, cause you know ... you never were keen on letting people close to you know about me. What would they say!

So I'll do us a favor (well actually I'm just doing this for myself) and dissolve everything there was about us. No pictures. No memories. No nothing. Exactly! Now no one will ever know, right? Big favor there, you owe me one!

I still won't go back on the one thing I've always meant; I have no regrets. Neither of us wished for what happened to happen, but thats not what matters. What matters is how we actually dealed with it, and honestly, you really disappointed me. :( All those times talking to you about how precious our amitié was to us ... good Lord, who would believe ... I don't wish things tuned out differently, cause then I would have never seen that shocking and unforseen part of you.

Maybe one day we'll be friends again. Maybe one day we'll look back on this and laugh our asses off. Well I might, anyways. But for now, I bid you farewell. It was fun while it lasted, really! Have a good life and make it big ya. Taa ~

Yours sarcastically.

Fortified ~

On August 2nd, Rhockaby is feeling : Fortified~

After three long years of abandoning Taegeuks and stances, I'm finally gonna get back into the kicking business. Yes. It's high time a pay my tribute tho those long six years of training and instructing and rejoin the glorious world of ki-ups, bows and kicks so fast it'll take you 5 minutes to comprehend what just happened; the glorious world that is Taekwondo.

So this guy David (Tekken pro, has a Shinan 'Steve Fox') hands me a flyer during lunch break yesterday.

"Taekwondo?"

"Uh... yea... sure..."

Back in foundation when I first arrived in Melbourne, I seeked out this very same club. Why? Cause back then I LOVED Taeky. A lot! William and I went for a trial session. I was, ultimately, disappointed. Training
was nothing like what I use to do back home. It wasn't bad. It was just, well ... different. New warm-ups. New drills. They even called a 'Turning Kick' a 'Roundhouse Kick' damn it! And how come 'Backthrusts'are called 'Spinning Kicks'? Everything was wrong. I never came back.

That is, until yesterday.

"Dave, you a member?"

"Yea! I'm a beginner, but I learn pretty fast!"

Exactly! That's what makes Taeky so fun! Moves are retardedly simple when taught correctly. Imagine the thrill of a new comer when he's able to pull of a 'Jumping Double Front Kick' 30 minutes into the class.

"Encourage you students. Let em have fun and enjoy the lesson", is what Mr.Tan always told me. I wonder, did those kids back at school enjoy my lessons? Lol, guess I'll never know.

"Aha. There it is."

Taekwondo booth in sight. Lol. There's the instructor! And the receptionist, I remember her. She's from Malaysia. Wonder if they'll recognise me. Maybe they'll go "Hey, wasn't this the guy who bailed out on the club 2 and a half years ago?".

Nah ...

"Hi there! Do you guys have a flyer that I could look at?"

Ofcorse, I already had one in my left pocket.

"Yea yea! Here you go! Interested?"

"Yes indeed."

"Done any Taekwondo before?"

"Just a bit back home."

"Good good! You should join!"

"Do I put my name down here?"

"Right there. So, you've done Taekwondo before. What rank are you?"

"Oh. I'm black belt 1st Dan."

"Then you will feel right at home!"

The trial class was, how shall I put it ... nostalgic? Doing Taegeuks, face-to-face pad training, breathing calmly while getting the shit kicked out of you ... oh its gonna be a good semester for kicking.

Second class tomorrow! Hurrah for Zack! Now all I need is a bigger uniform. Wearing one that looks looks like a tank top is quite kicking material. So there. :)

Dignified ~

On July 27th, Rhockaby is feeling : Dignified~

Today I beat Johnno at Tekken. That statement alone is worth a blog post. :D

Chaotic ~

On May 29th, Rhockaby is feeling : Chaotic~

1 week till first exams of my finals begin ... and only Allah S.W.T knows why assignments are still coming in! There is so much its getting ridiculous now! What happened to study break? What happened to the 1 week of freedom to mash in some last minute study? Wargh ....

It rained tonight ... a light shower but the forceful breeze was blowing, really made me tuck in. After a great Nandos meal with Bee we headed for Starbucks. What was suppose to be a quick grab-an-drink turned out to be a quick escape. As we settled into our respective-oh-so-comfy chairs, topics bout electives and night classes
and dreams and future children and pent houses swept me off my feet. We laughed at the people who discovered that the right door was unbudgeable and had to go for the left one while deciding whether it was still raining or not. It felt so good to talk again and get my mind
off things. Thanks for that awesome drink Bee, I owe you BIG TIME.

Home was a continued bliss. Now joined by Aizat and Icen, we said farewell to be at the elevator and headed for Apartment 1308. Pushing the standby button on my laptop made me sigh, I knew exactly what shortcut button I'd be click as soon as 'Local Area Connection Now
Available' appeared. Low and behold, "helluu!" popped up straight away! Msn? Yes it was ...

"Why not ..."

And I was again indulged in a dialog. Whipping out my CIVE1181 Excel spread sheet, I went back and forth from it to the chat window. Shobeky Duck and Crazy Uma were still awake so that saved me some time figuring out stuff.

"Sofia is soooo nice!"

Found out spaghetti was a personal favorite. And since I didn't know how to spell that one restaurant ...

The excel spread sheet has been saved and closed. Punk rock still playing in the background. All conversation windows are closed. Shakha's personal message is still making me laugh. Heh.

"Damn, almost three. Well someone's gonna regret this tomorrow ..."

Phone not ringing. Picture still smiling. Click click click goes my keyboard. Three more songs till XO. I'll wait ... the bridge is just too amazing to miss. *Yawn*

"Wow, that was a first for tonight."

Crack my knuckles. Crack my head. Crack my back. Arch arms and crack elbows. Crack my right ankle. Crack knees.

"Should I try it?"

Nope, still can't crack my jaw. How in the world does she do it. Ah, one song to XO.

"Oh, whats that?"

Lip Ice. Damn ... airport ... car ride ... klcc ... bus ride ... her lullaby ... her caressing ... the rides ... the pictures in the rain ... starbucks ... milk and cookies ... the boat ride ... the ferris wheel ... the coaster ... the cable car ... the train ride ... kl central ... Mackers ... "You ARE shorter than I expected!" ... there she is, and she's in red ...

XO! (What timing ...)

Subuh is in a couple of hours. Heh, luckily class stats 10.30 tomorrow. Nampak gayanya ngandolah lekak subuh tok ... XO Bridge!!!

"... kiss and tell ... loose lips sink ships ..."

That hit the spot.

"Goodnight dear, love you!"

[Beep ... 3.00 pm sharp]

Transubstantiated ~

On April 10th, Rhockaby is feeling : Transubstantiated ~

Its 2006 and I am now in my 2nd Year at RMIT doing Civil and Infrastructure ... how has the year been treating me? There were the good and the bad, the much appreciated and sadly anticipated ... however it seems like they both counter balance, so I guess I'm in a state of neutralism. Or am I? I do kinda smile more often now ...

I finally got me a proper studying table (In the 2 years and 4 months I've been here, I can FINALLY say I own a table!) and what difference it makes! It sure as hell beats that God for saken box I used to call a study table ... ahhh ... IKEA ... what would I do without you ...

Hey hey! I've got some new habits, muchos gracias to Rhockabella for engraving em on me:-

i) I drink a lot of plain water now! Compared to last year where I couldn't possibly live without some sort of flavored drink in the fridge. I still do drink flavored water, occasionally lah. Ehihi ...

ii) I exercise everyday! Well, to be more specific I work on my abs everyday now. It's actually a part of this thing I got going on ... 40 days of crunches none stop (A Deathmarch if you will ... *winks at Eyeshield Fans*) ... started of with 120 crunches a day, upped it to 240 a day now! Whoot whoot! Im on day 21 now, and have 2652 outta 4800 crunches left. A little off schedule, but I'll make up for it!

iii) I watch tv less! Why? Cause I study more ... (Bwhawhahhahahahahaahaha ...) No seriously! I do!

Well, in some ways I do feel like a whole new person! New sensations I never felt before ... It's nice ... but don't worry ... I'm still here ... I'm still annoying ... I still love being sarcastic ... I'm still, and always be simply me ~

Fluish ~

On February 2nd, Rakira is feeling : Fluish ~

I just cant feel myself
I cant taste anything
Oh where have you gone
I get the strangest feeling all the time~
When u come by~
Where did the blu sky go~
Why is is it raining, i feel so cold~
I cant sleep tonight
Please come back before the sun does

Kudos to Miss Papprica for the poem ... :)