bye 2023, hello 2024...

Yeah... 2024... no resolutions... no targets...no dreams...

Things has been a little stagnant for the last few years... with the exception of my son growing up so fast and arrival of my daughter... 

Love the family time, the weird conversations with my son... 

Other than that... pretty much a flat , no bumps, no curve road behind and ahead of me...

and it's gone... Samsung One UI 5.1 object eraser

Some might not be aware of how easy it is to remove an object from a picture... With Samsung devices, now you can easily do it using the object eraser tool... 

Jalan Lam Looking

 

blogger app updated??

It's about damn time for them to update this damn Blogger app... Still not friendly though... Can't they make it better? 

The ring

The ring...  Costs half an arm and leg... Ahaha...  Good times...

Tulis Tulis Rambang

Work work work work work... 

I need a new job...

Random nosebleed

Samsung Galaxy A is everywhere in Malaysia

Yeah...  Go check it out...  Just launched last week...  Awesome phone...  Sleek and beautiful...  Functional and affordable...

Dead Trees

PVRIS - Holy

You've got it all, But you've got it all wrong. You don't know you're a poor unfortunate soul. Oh I know, You make it seem that you feel whole, So they don't know you're a poor unfortunate soul. You put on a faith facade, Think you're holy when you're not. I hate to break it to you baby, But you're simply lost. You can right all the wrongs just to feel you belong, But simply calling out sins don't bring you closer to God. You're just a ghost at most, A set of empty bones, Searching for anything and everything to make you feel whole, When it gets cold. You don't know. No you don't know. You're all alone, You poor unfortunate soul. You can't control where your body let's you go. You're all alone, You poor unfortunate soul. And you say that I've got it all wrong. 'Cause you just know I'm a poor unfortunate soul. But there's no way that there's weight in the words that you preach, When you're claiming your faith and you contradict your speech. So I sit here and listen to your tongue and cheek, I know that when you sit and pray you're only praying for keeps. Cause you're a ghost at most, A set of empty bones, Searching for anything and everything to make you feel whole, When it gets cold. You don't know. No you don't know. You're all alone, You poor unfortunate soul. You can't control where your body let's you go. You're all alone, You poor unfortunate soul. You're shallow and empty and filled with regret. I think that chest must be heavy from that cross on your neck you only wear 'cause you're weary of what comes next after you're death. Don't think I didn't notice.

In my 30s and I'm hating it...

Shit hits the fan when you're in your 30s and you're not ready isn't? You start to think about the meaning of being alive all over again...  But this time, you factor in your next 5 years...  Your job,  your future wife, your financial status,... 

Without knowing, you only have that mere 2 hours between after you clock out from your shitty job and before you sleep to do shit that you think matters...

Don't you wonder sometimes about what happened to the ideologies and dreams about changing the world through doing stuff that you have passion for?

Passion is dead...  I think I'm holding on to the corpse of what used to be the only thing that matter to me...

I'm becoming a really negative fuck... And I don't like it...