Silent Before Dawn. Shh.

Enlightenment. Visualizing. Brewed Steaming Black Coffee by the desk with laptop's fan spinning puffs of wind out of the compartment. Estrella's lazy jazzy songs softly caressing my ears in the background. Night without daylight white noise is......spongy stubborn. Screen radiating tender glows of moonlight. Ohya, assignment attended too. Fingerprints piano-ing carbonized dark keyboard. Time hanging by the edge of speed 3 ceiling fan. Rustling of roommate's breath. Vivid? Perhaps.

Sometime We Need To Slow Down Our Steps And Take A Look Of Our Surrounding

[HD]My Girlfriend Is A Gumiho OST - Fox Rain MV

Mum mum. tummy empty d.

500 Days Of Summer and Going to Be Autumn

Meet Zooey Deschanel. Main Actress for the movie: 500 Days Of Summer.

Meet Joseph Gordon-Levitt, playing the main protagonist in this movie.

Reappearance of Joseph Gordon-Levitt in the movie"Inception". Really didn't expect him to reappear in the screen this way.

Anyway, this is the poster for 500 Days Of Summer.

Thumbs up for the review. Really is a different story about love, unlike those commercialize romantic comedies.

And if only one thing had happened differently,
if that shoelace hadn't broken,
or that delivery truck had moved moments earlier,
or that package had been wrapped and ready , because the girl hadn't broken up with her boyfriend,
or that man had set his alarm and got up five minutes earlier,
or that taxi driver hadn't stopped for a cup of coffee,
or that woman had remembered her coat and had gotten into an earlier cab,
Daisy and her friend would have crossed the street.
And the taxi would have driven by.
But life being what it is,
a series of intersecting lives and incidents,
out of anyone's control,
that taxi did not go by,
and that driver was momentarily distracted.
And that taxi hit Daisy.


You could be mad as a mad dogat the way things went.
You can swear and curse the fates...
But when it comes to the end...
You have to let go.


For what it's worth,it's never to late,or in my case,too early,to be whoever you want to be.
There is no time limit,start whenever you want.
You can change or stay the same.
There are no rules to this thing.
We can make the best or the worst of it.
I hope you make the best of it.
And I hope you see things that startle you.
I hope you feel things you never felt before.
I hope you meet people with a different point of view.
I hope you live a life you're proud of.
If you find that you're not,
I hope you have the strenght to start all over again.


Goodnight，Daisy。

Goodnight，Benjamin。

Shout~楊培安:我相信

(Electronic guitar raging)

(Drum beats thundering)

(Human voice echoing)

Courtesy Of Mashed Potato

Seriously, the title has nothing to do with the content of this blog post.

Here I am, sliding my eyeballs left to right and blink my eyelids once every moment whenever I feel like it with an over-riped apple sitting quietly ( I can sense his anger of not eating him and attempt to gain my attention by fermenting a fragrant over-riped apple scent in the air, not unpleasant anyway compared to human-odored clothes and experience of throwing plastic bag stuffed full of black blossomed banana skins and half filled Maggi cups with seasoning and oil droplets flapping on the surface of the mixture) by my desk.He's obedient, never quack a complain, just squat silently with his buttock literally touch the desk surface and gleam with a healthy red+yellow+brown reflection.

Tranquil.

I may dump all my papers and notes into a few piles, imagining soldiers in WWII seeking for strategic ground both for hiding and counter the attack; I may throw plastics bags upside down and try to float them in the air, as if parachutes from the reinforcement team; I may fold my clothes not-so-neatly and arrange them from light to dark and turn it over and over again in my wardrobe; I may refill my stainless steel cup with RO water from the machine and stir it together with the leftovers of cereal (as I just drank my Quacker's Cereal) and down it gulp...

Yes, I may.

Now I am typing blocks of words and arrange them in such a sequence that they possess meanings and give messages to the readers yet at the same time doesn't confuse the readers for words are brilliantly and individually outstanding and they interlink when comes to presentation of a massive project to the audience as in the receivers. Don't get in?

Words are important. Especially to your presumably attentive listeners.

Anyway, the one and only audience is my beloved lecturer. And I haven't start my revision YET.

I am mashed.

What Happen To The Rational Part Of My Brain

I am staring intensely at this beautiful scenery with busted full of serenity and tenderness.


The subject I am looking at is a mother cat breastfeeding her little kitten,both of them lazing on the abandoned sofa, ground floor of my dorm, 5 minutes to strike 7pm, sunlight gasping faintly with tiredness of a work-loaded day.


The kitten chew and bit his mother's tits and trying to suck fluid out of her mother's breast.


Furs smoothly combed to 1 side,the kitten inherited brownish tiger stripes from his mother.


I do wonder when the subject grow 2 hands and walk with backbone upright and with clothes on, what's the reaction from the public.


I squat down and duckwalk towards them,slowly, not to interrupt the calmness which is floating freely in the atmosphere.


The mother cat seems to enjoy the breastsucking.


She close her eyes and lay down on her front legs, while the kitten rolls as he drink and successfully hold his mother's tits with his tiny paws.


Almost the same response from a human baby.


His almond eyes reflects his hunger and dependence on her mother kindness.


Night is the time to herd the sheep back,
I assumed.

Announcement Here By The Penge-blog

1. I am thinking of separating the movie reviews out of this blog.

2. I am considering the option of introducing music in a new blog.

3. I am weighting the choice of writing book comments in a different blog.

4. I am flipping the pages of the alternatives on revealing my life experience in this blog.

5. I am looking for the time trail as I had maimed it in order to cope with my hectic lifestyle.

6. I am contradicting myself by stating here that I am busing with minor matters.

7. I am conjuring an image of my personality to the public by exposing my inner part of my mind here if they are what they are presented.

8. I am hi-bye.

Hi, bye.

Clock/Debate/Mouth

For the time being the intercollege debate competition ends at this point，the point where you can trace your fingertip on the straight lengthy timeline in your life calender and detect that particular bulge. Enough for the nonsensical mumble, our team won a second place in the competition. So, I am supposed to leap with joy and shout out my lung that I had won my 1st award in UKM. I pretended that everyone in the team are happy with the result outcome and throwing humorous teases to each other on nicknames and funny moments during training. (Well, our opponent was our training partner before the debate competition) I am supposed to express my gratitude to my fellow friends as well as my trainers for they lent me a platform to embrace the vast spiderweb of knowledge, frauds and manipulating of words in debate. I should point towards the sky and laughed "Ho ho ho" because of the successfulness of leaving an image in the audience's eyes. Turn the clockhand in the clockwise manner, we can click the memories together by adding blocks and blocks of them compactly into the metaphorical storage and bind them with actions thoughts and feelings. Hence, me; hence, you.

School life and Critical Appreciation

Hi it's me again.

Sometimes I do wonder the significance of manipulating words in order to implant ideas or concepts into readers' brain.

Squishy as they might be, readers can simply shut off their interpretation part of mind and stare blankly at the screen as if some malfunctioning laser scanner who refused to scan the details of an item, hoho.

It may sounds like the writer had reached a stage where readers are and will struggle to climb up and reach that particular jar of concepts.

Hence assumptions come in.

A assumed so-and-so press this button in order to get the machine to run.

B thought by kicking so-and-so part of the machine it will heigh ha and galloped.

C preferred "Shower Me With Your Love" kinda teaching and the machine will kneel down and repent "Sorry it's my mistake for not working!"

A machine is a machine, afterall.

Same occurred in words.

They have no heartbeats, no hunger, no thirst, no pain, no anything.

Yet they conquer EVERYTHING.

Sometimes I do wonder we as the manipulator or words.

Words said: Heigh Ha!