Pop! It started again. My old CD player is sudden off frequently. I'm not sure if it's the touch between the batteries or the head of CD player is not function. But I'm sure it's really sick.

Today I brought a new one. A CD one. Yeah. I'm not gonna change it. I might have too many reasons for a mp4 player, I sometimes really think iPod is stunning. But I have more not to have one. My mainly reason is I hate trouble. I don't need thousand songs in my player when I'm not a musician. Most of the time my player only run whole CD twice or three per day. I like simple thing. When I was buying the CD first, why don't listen the CD directly. I'm kind of stubborn.

In this case, I found an appreciate thing. In the day of everybody mostly using mp4 player. Sony is the brand I still got a portable CD player from. They produced the products to serve those dinosaurs customer. And there is not only one model, they have three. I respect they are developing new technology and still caring old customer on the same time.

This is a kind of precious manner.

It was already fifteen years after I first saw the movie. It wasn't a good experience. We hid in a 50 square feet room with a 17 inch 2 in 1 television. It was the age of recording tape.

I don't remember how could my boss got the copy. The movie was not on sell. Even it was, it should be hard to find the tape because the review on showing was quiet different. General audience absolutely don't like it. It is a movie with great casts (never come twice). They didn't understand the story, the dialogue are in pieces, the scenes are in pieces. They thought the movie is priggery. In profession review, love and hate both have supportors. My review was I felt nothing in the movie. Even have explanation from my boss. But I couldn't see the connection between the visual and the impression. My lacked cinema experience could not support me to understand.

A new director's cut come after fifteen years. It screened in cinema again.

( - 5 - 4 - 3 - 2 - 1 - beep )

I was just sitting in front of the television. But I could felt the fully love for Rossi through the screen.

It was not a hard game at Assen. After about five or six laps, Valentino had already taken the lead about 2 second. He would winning the game straight unless he make a fault. Little Lorenzo did give him some pressure in few laps but the gaps always between 1.7 second to 2 second. So, Valentino mainly riding by himself in full competition. It's a concentration battle inside him. His experience leaded him to the waving checker flag.

Valentino tried to have some fun on lap of honor. Everything seemed casual. But when the died hard fans scrolled out a super long banner printed his 99 winning moments. Included this win, record come to a hundred. Through the panning of camera, the moment passed by, you are touched the scenario. It's really a record and a great one, hundred wins in thirteen years. He still try to make his record. I suddenly touched and turely happy to Valentino. The fans from everywhere yeah for him. Everytime he ride to the yellow corner in the game, they were cheering for him loud. They made a huge flag with 100 on it for him to wave. They released the yellow balloons marked 100 in the ceremony as an addition effect. You could feel their love, their support for him. You could feel he is a sweet guy on and off the game. He would return his best for his colleagues' and fans' support. Every time in every game.

There is a small Thai restaurant by the pier side I always reach. A Marine Region of Police is next to it. A ten square meters empty space is between them. Because the space is closed to the sea side and have a great view, the owner of the Thai restaurant would set two or three tables outside at night. The clients would took the advantage having cigarettes through the dinner outside. Sometimes neighbors are fishing by the handrail. I am not sure if the fishes available to eat. From the visual condition of sea water seemed risking. But guys are happy with spending time over there in afternoon or in evening.

( hey! it's a private property. )

Holy shit. I skipped a beat when the Manc was forcing toward at first ten minute. If they were playing like that, Barca would be in hard game. Oh. What? Ha! Ha! Ha! Goooooal! XD

What was happening to them? This not the Manc I usually watched. That was definitely another team on the pitch. Where is their arrogance? The Barca players were playing good which is no doubt. Especially, I like Iniesta and Xavi, they demanded the midfield. Puyol was playing great too. Neither is C. Ron nor Rooney could passed through him. Valdes have a fantastic performance. The weaken points of people mentioned is not existed. The Manc seemed couldn't touch the ball except the opponent let them. I don't understand what they were nervous for. They were the team so used to be in the final game. They had been lost the goal first. The mental factor should be the minor one. But after the ten minute goal, the game changed upside down. It was still early and many time left. But the longer time of Spanish boys keeping the ball, the game was lost is stronger showing on Manu boys' action. It's weird. I don't think they were defeated by the Spanish boys. They were defeated by themselves.

( oh ♥ you made me feel good. )

Sunday.

The shining sun in the bright blue is tempting me. I don't want to play hide and seek with it. Being with a weaken body. It's time having a sun bath and producing some Vitamin E, supply to my immunity system.

After a ride of serpentine hill road. The beach is appeared in sight. It is too early for people to the beach except the sunshine lovers. Everyone is relaxing and having warm sun shine. The sun kissing my skin lightly. It's a little bit cool under the shade of trees. I should find a spot under sun and stay which I came here for. It's a lazy afternoon.

( you kiss me tenderly )

I'd been roaring too much these day. Even the others seemed not that care but I had been hated myself alreadly. I could blame I'd worked too long or haven't slept too much this week. But controlling my temper is one and only target I should reach. Furious is no help on my situtation. I'm so frustrated could not smooth the problem. Maybe I should pretend didn't see the mood and annoying in the voice and just listening the comment. But from bottom of my heart, I cared that too much. That is really annoying.

I am in hell this few week. No matter I'd used much strength still cannot change anything. My reborn dosen't seem come early. Easter holidays really a right break from my break.

I got something on the mascot of football clubs. I get a little thrill every time I spot them on the field before the game going to start. In the Arsenal game, I cannot help spotting the swinging butt of Gunnersaurus Rex. It's just so cute. It gives high-fives or hugs to the players at the arrival. It walks around the field to cheer up the crowd and helps or urges the kids to get out the field after photo shooting. Its appearance becomes my bonus of the match.

Lately, I discovered another mascot whom made me excited. It is a happy bat from Valencia. I cannot find its name, they called it "El Mascote". I don't know el Mascote before some Valencia fans posted his picture. You will not fall for it at first sight. But I slowly heart on bat when I discovered more and more pictures. As the job nation of public relations, its unforgettable funny cute face already did a large part of job. The facial expression lighted up every photos. And it is a bat which standing out most of the mascots. The others are lions, hawks, dogs, etc... But it's a pity I didn't have chance to see its live show yet.

A cold blast blowing in the quilt woke me up. A shiver run over my body. I could feel the shady cold and smell the thick humidity in the air. I merely open my eye to peek the alarm clock. 8:30am is flashing. It is not the time to get up. The view outside the window is mistiness. I stirred around from window and snuggled in the warm, tried to get more sleep. It's a perfect moment to have sweet dream.

The corner of the flashing television shown it's 20˚C; going to be have a light rain. But it will be fine without an umbrella.

A rattling breeze bring with light rain landed on my hair. I tucked my neck in coat tight. It cannot be 20˚C. The whole street covered with light fog. Similar place filled with unfamiliar feeling. The old torn street and buildings hide behind the mist. The silhouette of passenger flowing around. Some bright red ink and slight green brushes on the upper side dissolved in the continuing gray. The new color showed the appearance of new spring. It's poetic.

Humid air give birth to fresh life. Stepping out from the air-conditioned space is the chance feeling the connection with nature. Looking through the bus window, the impact of sharp oppressed advertising against modern building along no longer strong. When we tried to improve our easy living, we don't know we did in cross way. We missed our actural need and lost in directions. We seemed in maze of object desire. The hints of new life wake up my mind, the motivation of forward, something missed so long. The pressure feeling of living in this city is diluted. I think I can in love with this artificial city again.


Fog had swallowed the wilder city. And city had swallowed the floating ordinary.

I am gonna have a chance to produce a popup book. It's absolute a great chance to learn something.
It sound like a huge project that you wonder who will invest such number on that. And the popup book is just one of those items which I was most interested. Especially in such time and it is not a mass product. But it will not be my problem except the project die young.

It's time to big clean up and wash away the dust before lunar new year. Since I've just kept a day and a half to tide my whole mess, so I needed to narrow my target.

My storage of clothes is spend too much area. I tried to reorganize my stuff to squeeze some space. I checked up my drawing equipment, it'd been untouched for a long time but still in a good condition. I think it could still stored for a moment. But if I leave some time for meaning of its existence would be more capable. And there is a lot character pencils, bookmarks and letter set.

( my treasure )

I hadn't watched the movies nets for sometimes. Just tried to surf around to update some information and see what happening. Let's go through the bookmarked directors' pages.

I didn't watch Baz Luhrmann's "Australia". I love "Romeo+Juliet" and "Moulin Rouge!". But I did not know how the uncertain feeling come from when I watched the trailer. So I held the desire of walking in the cinema. Ah... Christopher Nolan, I am waiting patiently to his next project. He did not let me down from beginning. "The Hobbit" is finally announced but It's not direct by Peter Jackson. Sometimes I thought making "The Lord of Rings" and "King Kong" used most of his energy. Clive Owen and Naomi Watts are in Tom Tykwer's "The International". He discovered Ben Whishaw. Not said I don't like Tom Tykwer whom made unique films named "Perfume" and " Run, Lola, Run". I could have an expectation on this. Woody Allen returned New York after long vocation in Europe. I knew "Milk" for sometimes but I was shamed that I hadn't realized it directed by Gus Van Sant. What a fan came from. Penélope Cruz worked with Pedro Almodóvar again. The genre of movie is drama and thriller. It should be interesting and I hardly said Almodóvar's pieces were not interesting. The last director I watched is François Ozon. The wicked babe on the site of "Ricky" le film made me curious. But I definitely need to watch this film after enjoyed the trailer. It's more than just some fun when your babe is an angel and fed him as usual child. I wish I didn't wait too long for it. But someone please distributed the film first.

At first, i thought it could held a period when the navigation key not function. All I need just a little bit long way to make a call or text a message. But when the"9" key is not function, then my phone is certified death. How can I continue using the phone when all numbers are started with "9".

Err......rrrrr. I hate I need to set things up again and get used to the new one. I hate you. You are going to embarrass me in some ways.

My Dad's laptop is suck. I don't know it's too slow or too sensitive. Definity the touch pad. When I touched to move, the cursor was moving snail-like. When I didn't touch it, maybe a little, but I barely call it a touch. The cursor moved to somewhere else. The type space moving to anywhere except the one I wanted. It made me always typed in wrong place. I don't understand why the laptop is loading thousand times slower than before. It was too slow to show all the picts on web, made the server considered there was errors. And called it an error page. The I reload and reload again. Even I closed the site page. After I went to drink water and it still in loading instruction.

I am frustrated. I don't want to struggle with the laptop at home. It is wasting my mentally power.