tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-258997322011-04-21T12:48:01.132-07:00Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17312369472863830492noreply@blogger.comBlogger81100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25899732.post-1147808250498102952006-05-16T12:33:00.000-07:002006-05-16T12:37:30.520-07:00<span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">I've felt the hate rise up in me... </span><br /> <span style="font-weight: bold;"> Kneel down and clear the stone of leaves... </span><br /> <span style="font-weight: bold;"> I wander out where you can't see... </span><br /> <span style="font-weight: bold;"> Inside my shell, I wait and bleed...</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25899732-114780825049810295?l=createwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17312369472863830492noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25899732.post-1147631688243833652006-05-14T11:12:00.000-07:002006-05-14T11:34:48.256-07:00Living a life like there's no tomorrow...<br />still living because of yesterday's sorrow...<br />it's been 12 months 2 weeks and 3 days we know each other...<br />we're sealed our relationship with tears<br /><br />beating this heart hard and endlessly<br />seeing everything in plain colors<br />that's when someone i love left me...<br />left me for someone who is better than me...<br /> <br />making myself spinning round and round like she's giving hopes<br />promosing myself it would the last chance for me to her<br />unpredictably she was there with her gentle gestures holding hand of mine<br />telling me that she has to leave for me...<br />leaving me to grow ... grow to be someone better<br />*sigh<br /> (anonymous,2006)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25899732-114763168824383365?l=createwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17312369472863830492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25899732.post-1146447634837462962006-04-30T18:20:00.000-07:002006-04-30T18:44:27.006-07:00it's already been three days i slept for 12 hours each day.. (from 6am till 7pm).... 1st nite was because it's so boring.. got nothing to do when i woke up at 12pm, then i slept again for another 6-7 hours.. damn.. how slumber i was....<br /><br />i didn't know what kind of mood i had just now.. i couldn't sleep (it's already 7am), then i made up my mind i went for jogging... uh! what a lovely morning i met today...<br />sky was blue.... the mist of the morning dew still can be smelt...<br />the sun was friendly... smiling while its shining through my specs to my eyes to greet me and said " hi, long time no see"<br />so tranquil... what an amazing morning that i had just now.. a morning that wish never had again...<br />it was all flames burning my each foot steps all the way from my townvilla to cyberpark by myself, with a pair of almost-to-buy-a-new-pairs shoes, i kept running.. running to the most for 15 minutes then followed by a slow walk to take a deep breath...<br />it was all so amazing... running around the lake in cyberpark..<br /><br />when finished jogging from the cyberpark i continued my journey to the football field behind MMU college...<br />i closed my eyes... i took off my glasses.. i opened my eyes slowly (like a newborn baby)... when i was opening my eyes slowly i did wish that i can see the world around me without my specs nor my soft lens anymore.. how i wish for that!<br />i was alone in the friggin large football field... walking around there about 15 minutes...<br />it's kind of like a meditation over there .... a boundless space for me to roar, to soar....<br />it's feel like i was ready to fly again ..ready to fight again the coming days....<br /><br />reached house at 9... took a bath.. online and update this blog...<br />WOW!!<br />how i wish i can do that again... again and again...<br />cu again, sunshine!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25899732-114644763483746296?l=createwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17312369472863830492noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25899732.post-1145741639540483542006-04-22T13:50:00.000-07:002006-04-22T14:33:59.550-07:00With the red table lamp combined with the yellowish lamp that i bought today, making my "recycle-bin" (my room) looked like a club, a mini orangish lounge club... with a bed as my sofa during the day...<br />tuning chill-out all the times...<br />Wait a minute talking about chill-out and jazzy tunes?<br />no not really.... chilling out tunes for myself only i think.. .<br />nobody really "chilling" with me at the moment (since few months ago when she left me).<br /><br />no problem.. im on my own.. my chill out zone in <span style="font-style: italic;">my own-prison lounge... </span><br />weekend has always been a moment of holiday for me(at least for 2x24 hours)...<br /><br />before i updated this blog.... just now i had a first ever long-conversation with a friend of mine... we never chat that long in msn, the most of our chats were only last for few minutes then she quit or quiet ...<br />but today.. she (you know who you are) shared me with lots of things about her life, her boyfriend, her daddy who dont know what the hell she is doin (just like my parents do) (hahaha, i got accompany at last) and she ever shared her dreams with me.. she wanna work in a big ad firm someday... i said to her it was cool.. but yet... her parents not really supporting her...<br />and i said to her... it was cool to have passion, a dream.. at least you know where r u heading to...<br /><br />i do still remember the quote from a Malaysian Airlines saying that <span style="font-weight: bold;">"the most amazing thing about dreams is that they are possible"</span> that quote really turn me on as an individual... it really inspire me to do more what i can do now...<br />and hey dude!... don't be afraid what u're dreaming of.. it could be possible and it have to possible for yourself!... "<span style="font-weight: bold;">it's the fear that comes after the doing, make the doing hard to do</span>"...<br />please... never ever be afraid of what u can think of, what u can dream of.... by start doing something that u like.. . and never be afraid of doing it for the sake of your dreams and passions!<br /><br />FAILURE? it's just a word.. be sure next time u fail better.. so you know which part that tackle your success... fail again? wake up again!... have u ever dream that you're going to fail?<br />i bet no... everyone has a dream to success.. never have a i-want-to-fail dream!. .as long as your dreams still turning you on as success-wannabe individual... as long as you have your dreams.. you wont fail.. fail is on the paper, not on your dreams, not on your attitutude...<br />your dreams keep you more lively!.. <br /><br />oke.. now i do really want to have my good-nite dream now... haha it's gonna be an unpurposed dreams....<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25899732-114574163954048354?l=createwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17312369472863830492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25899732.post-1145385642477067602006-04-18T11:20:00.000-07:002006-04-18T11:40:42.493-07:00it just a dream...<br />dreaming myself at a tattoo parlor.. waiting for the artist to sketch and sclupture the ink on my skin...<br />it just a dream...<br />that in my dream.. i won my first advertising award, and i promised to myself that if i win my first award and the next awards.. i would like to documentate them on my skin!..<br />wow... do you think it's cool?<br /><br />last few days i checked crowbar.com.sg... i was so fucking axcited with the brief..<br />i would like to re-particepate myself again on the awards show (remembering that i didnt win any of the medal from the same awards last year).. now i have equipped myself with my 5 best ideas (so far)... and pushing the rest....<br />hopefuly or "want"fully... win the awards... i would like to dedicate it to my beloved parents.. who has been paying for the prices...<br />(side story: the first time i told my dad i was going to do advertising thingy.. he didnt believe me that i was creatigve enough to be in this commercial world... and my mom, even worse.. she didnt know what course iwas taking until last holiday i told her everything i have been doing... hehehe... )<br />now its the prefect time on my last two years in college, prove them that they were wrong..<br />"the more people looked down on me, the more i feel like being challenged and being motivated to pursue further and do better"...<br /><br />"i am always nobody !.. therefore im willing to paying the prices to make myseld a somebody. i alwasys want to be that somebody!, by staying at "nobody" zone"<br /><br />but.. if you do have talents... use it.... push yourself so far,man!.. .<br />as i quote from a movie saying that "the saddest thing in the world is wasted talent"....<br />i looked at myseld as untalented.. sometime it makes me feel envy with those are talented (as in advertising and design fields), coz they are mostly who are talented, they would do nothing to push themselves harder and sharper...<br />*sigh what a phenomenal... i have few fellas who is in this state of im-talented-but-lazy fellas...<br />just feeling pathetic for them....<br /><br />no matter whoever reading my article.. i would like to saying that.. YOU HAVE THE TALENTS!!.. Hobbies are your talents... for my own advertising word, i could say that "advertising is a hobby that get paid" so do your hobbies as well....<br />"graphic design is a hobby that get paid"<br />"animation is a hobby that get paid"...<br /><br />anything.. anything will do,except you take it as your hobby, your thirst that u can't do without...<br /><br />be well..!.. good luck for you, my friend!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25899732-114538564247706760?l=createwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17312369472863830492noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25899732.post-1144948005536092972006-04-13T09:33:00.000-07:002006-04-13T10:06:45.546-07:00starting all over again with a new stick of Marlboro...<br />puffing in my room with door wide open... accompanied by a quarter glass of scotch...<br />padded by the altec lansing sound system which is playing downtempo tunes.<br />beating and beating... the bass trembling the loneliness on the ground floor of our 1800ringgit-rent townvilla...<br /><br />thousands of sighs and complains bout the jobless activities....<br /><br />what is blog actually?<br />is it a place built by jobless people for jobless target like me to pur out the unnecessary things on the web?<br />is it kind of a spot to meet new people and comment about particular things?<br />or is it an open forum for people to argue what they think is the best?<br />or is it some sort of daily diary that jobless people does for the sake of their boredomship?<br />i don't understand...<br /><br />anyway.... fuck it.. .<br />life lost its meaning if we complaining too much on negatives...<br />be positive... that what people always saying...<br /><br />i love the joy of wake up in the morning now... preparing myself to go to college...<br />meet classmates, lecturers, adorable hot chicks or should i says bimbos around the campus...<br />i love the ambience when lunch break comes.... having lunch with couples of good fellas from different races and backgrounds...<br />i love the love when the class starts...<br />class, our class is a cross marriage of different types of races, skin colors, languanges....<br /><br />a piece of perfect mixture...<br />later on our class going to be less and less... since couples of i-want-to-have-a-degree-in-oversea fellas going to propose a divorce with us....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25899732-114494800553609297?l=createwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17312369472863830492noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25899732.post-1144862834629257422006-04-12T10:09:00.000-07:002006-04-12T10:27:14.733-07:00days gone by without whispering at my ears....<br />they just flew away without let me know...<br />seconds passed and passing without me doing something useful..<br /><br />while im typing this blog.. im doing my advertising assignment...<br />doing on a brief that we have to do 10 billboards ideas...<br />taking a break, wasting time, writting and typing and figuring what to do next after this life.. .<br />this life.. im earning every single experiences from every single seconds...<br />but my seconds just passing uselessly...<br /><br />my room is filled with digested books, advertising magazines, advertising annual awards shows..<br />my room is filled with the aromatherapy oil that burning the atmosphere that tranquils me to do my job, my assignments...<br />my room filled with the loneliness and the New age music by ENYA (Only Time)... what a melody that makes me listen to it...<br />with the door open, with the fans spinning endlessly, revolving all the time to cool me down...<br />my room is my witness of my memories. friendship (alvin always come and visit me every hours), relationship, boredomship, happiness and witness of the emptiness in me....<br />my room is my recycle bin... with me as the trash.. my room restore me and make me whole again in the next morning or maybe next afternoon...<br /><br />for the days that havent come to meet me... i wish i wil have a great tomorrows...<br />a great tomorrows that i dont have to be afraid of to face....<br /><br />happy tomorrows<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25899732-114486283462925742?l=createwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17312369472863830492noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25899732.post-1144788084375462082006-04-11T13:28:00.000-07:002006-04-11T13:41:24.390-07:00At last, have a time to signed up my first blog after what my friends told me to do so (says Sue) and my fairy (should i says friend, janet)... =)<br /><br />*sigh.. this few weeks i've been through some tough decisions that gotta make...<br />says break up with my beloved girlfriend (three weeks and counting)... let go the freelancing work with CC+J (home-based ads agency).... now.. i m really having my own old life, says watching <span style="font-style: italic;">wayang </span>alone today(watch GUBRA by the way) shopping all alone (when all my housemates were "stucked" with their love ones)... took a walk from bukit bintang to KLCC alone with my iPod and digi cam...<br />i was totally looked lika tourist! (only if my nose was a little bit more straight! ) =)<br /><br />it's just my life anyway...<br /><br />recently i skimmed on a certain book saying that people with lots of ideas are the ones who not going to do better with the ones who really struggle for their ideas...<br /><br />how do you agree with that? is it true?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25899732-114478808437546208?l=createwilson.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17312369472863830492noreply@blogger.com2