of Horace's Odes and the song

Hit dirt, shake tree
Split sky, part sea
Strip smile, lose cool
Bleed the day and break the rule
Live to win, dare to fail
Eat the dirt and bite the nail

Then make me miss you
Then make me miss you

So wash your vice away with dirt
It don't feel good until it hurts
So take this world and shake it
Come squeeze and suck the day
Come carpe diem baby

The masterpiece and him at The art gallery.
17831351 seconds. Every single heart beats, there will be you.
I wish you all the best. Carpe diem, baby.. and then make me miss you.

After court today I went to MPH to buy me a new book.
Unfortunately they don't accept maybankard (what?!)

I guess its true that people with plastic money is always favoured over those who have real money.

Eh helo but I don't live my life in credit, I prefer cash flows smooth like the river Ganges.

I pun malas nak naik turun tangga cari ATM. So I tak jadi beli lah buku itew.
OU is far too big for a grumbling stomach and a mumbling discontent.

Horace, you'll have to wait.
While James H is singing your chorus.