Monday, April 30, 2007

Melinda Doolittle

I'm bluntly in love with her voice. Say, vocal masterclass. Sentimentally and technically.

My Funny Valentine
There will come a Day
Trouble is a Woman
Home
As Long as He Needs Me
Sway
I've got Rythm
Heaven Knows
I am a Woman
Since you been gone

You've got to listen to My Funny Valentine.



When I was, a young boy. Was I used to sleep that way, like a fetus?



Wednesday, April 11, 2007

Farewell. Farewell. Farewell.

MH finally left Penang after tonnes of farewell dinners and lunches and even breakfasts. I was too hectic yet empty with the not-so-working-yet breadboard units and either attending or organizing the meet-ups, that I suppose this is the longest period I had abandoned this blog.

Let me try to speak the way late Mary Alice whispered to Wisteria Lane.

Every little morning at Lebuh Kampung Jawa, the sun rays are going to pierce through the dense treetops along the seemingly placid road, as busy people are rushing their ways to work. It will probably rain on the next morning that the rays aint going to shine on the people, but the people will still be going to rush to clock in. Some are starting to crack their heads thinking of how to solve the yield issues and design problems, some are speculating about what the future is going to hold, some are counting steps while walking towards the office with apparently empty mind, and some, are impatiently looking forward to the next hour, the next day, and week, and month, and probably, year.


In SM's mama's car. Maximum fuel efficiency, minimum driver-point wastage, crammed, dont-think-it-will-happen-again scene. Bye bye.