howwwzattt... of missing the smell and warmth...

DRESDEN, 1211HRS, 29 SEPT. 2015

I didn't know what day it was
When you walked into the room
I said hello unnoticed
You said goodbye too soon

Breezing through the clientele
Spinning yarns that were so lyrical
I really must confess right here
The attraction was purely physical

I took all those habits of yours
That in the beginning were hard to accept
Your fashion sense, Beardsley prints
I put down to experience

The big bosom lady with the Dutch accent
Who tried to change my point of view
Her ad lib lines were well rehearsed
But my heart cried out for you

You're in my heart, you're in my soul
You'll be my breath should I grow old
You are my lover, you're my best friend
You're in my soul

My love for you is immeasurable
My respect for you immense
You're ageless, timeless, lace and fineness
You're beauty and elegance

You're a rhapsody, a comedy
You're a symphony and a play
You're every love song ever written
But honey what do you see in me

You're an essay in glamour
Please pardon the grammar
But you're every schoolboy's dream
You're Celtic, United, but baby I've decided
You're the best team I've ever seen

And there have been many affairs
Many times I've thought to leave
But I bite my lip and turn around
'Cause you're the warmest thing I've ever found

howwwzattt... of waking up to your own snore...

Lately I've been snoring in my sleep. Waking up to my own snore is kinda odd. How one is asleep but once snored, you tend to woke up as if listening to someone else snoring near you.

Last night that was what happened to me. On and off waking up listening to my own with intervals of horror dream. My bad for watching a spook movie before bed. The funny thing was, I've keep telling myself don't snore but it didn't help at all, I could have not control myself. It's spontaneous, it happens just like that.

It is quarter to 1 here in Dresden now, trying to sleep while writing this. Someone said to me, telling me that I should write again on whatever comes to my mind. Write about myself, my work or the adventure and misadventure that I've put myself into.

Do you know at this dreadful hour, I miss hearing your snore. A music to my ears. Night my Precious Poem...

howwwzattt... of something has to give, someone has to go...

Yesterday I received a travel alert/advisory to Germany about on arson attack on immigrant accommodation center. As I was writing this, another alert came in through my email regarding anti immigration rallies.

When I was in Mexico last month, my German colleague had advised me on this kind of things, particularly in Dresden just to let me know so he says.

Dresden situated near to the Chech border and those good people rarely see outsiders particularly Asian. Yes, we stood like a sore thumb amongst those Europeans, just like when I was in Toluca. They never seen an Asian what more a Malaysian. Dresden is not a metropolitan, to them Asian is an exotic specie. 

While at that, I didn't receive any alert from the US regarding the rally at Petaling Street tomorrow, heard few arrests being carried out.

The puppetmaster is restless now, for he cannot travel abroad to spend his fortunes on a private plane.

howwwzattt... of jalan2 isi perut pt. 2...

Yesterday was our recovery leave and after we take our cars, a Skoda and a Ford Fiesta (that's all they have for long term rental) from Avis at Dresden Airport we tried to look for a place for lunch. After googling around, we decided to go to this place called Sinbad, a Lebanese restaurant in central Dresden.

It was located in a residential area and no, I couldn't pronounce the place. German is a strange language, unlike French. The price was cheap considering the ambient inside, dirt cheap to me if you take 1 euro to 1 ringgit in a sense of purchasing power.

Sinbad, their specialty is Lebanese cuisine.

Yes, the blue T again. Hey, I just love my Nukleus.

Yup, your hero...

One of my colleagues posing inside the hookah room.

Sinbad's beer garden, with grapes above our heads.

Yes, we have free dessert fresh from the tree. Eat all you can.

Enjoying our meals. 

I can't remember what I'm having except it was rice with grilled chicken and
only cost me 8 euros.

I don't bulls... :)

howwwzattt... of jalan2 isi perut...

I was at the Zentrum Dresden earlier, jalan2 cuci mata sambil isi perut. Came upon these buskers singing in Spanish. I think all of them some kind of related as in one family. The songs remind me of my stay in Toluca Mexico including the Badabes2x by Meghan Trainor. The only missing was the horns section. In Mexico they will have trumpets, trombone and tuba to compliment their performance.

The area reminds me of Capitole de Toulouse.