So they warm me up & tear me apart too.

i've never quite understood the intrinsic value of memories. i still don't. if it's for survival, it should be programmed to retain the most crucial information instead of those fiddling & elusive pieces that may have even ceased to exist.


perhaps, it's why i fall in love with Haruki Murakami's books. it started with Kafka on the Shore -the very second that i set my eyes on it.

"The pure present is an ungraspable advance of the past devouring the future. In truth, all sensation is already memory."

so much so for living in the present. it's all the ripple effect of the past. when i feel the pain, the tears, the smile, the love, i'm supposed to be mourning for the death of their cause.


how depressing.



i still can't find the blunt courage to finish dialing the numbers; the impulse that's long gone from the moment i replaced all words & emotions with one simple smile.

I've escaped the iPhone conspiracy

& got myself the new iPod Touch 2G instead of forking out US$2000, merely for its extra calling function & the unimpressive camera, over a span of 2 yrs.

iPhone 3G is useful; the AT&T 3G plan is not. plus, my undying love for the Sony Ericsson mobile phones is simply...not dead. yet.

my engraved name seems to shine in the photo. O.o