thanks to Sep, Ber, Vem.
too fucking depress.sad.confused.wrenched. to write.
i want you so.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
citizen calculator
have you?
ever? came across?
a backstabber?
who will stab from the front?
ok bye.
to dewi. if i can hug your facebook. i will do it.
same goes to your friendster.
to my friend. dont worry i will do my best to have you working nearby.
to those stomp contributors who secretly
take videos or pictures of people.
please get up and knock your head on the wall.
do it like 7 times and then go out and get a life. don't be a voyeur.
government wont give you credits/$$$ for your busybody efforts.
again go get a life.
ever? came across?
a backstabber?
who will stab from the front?
ok bye.
to dewi. if i can hug your facebook. i will do it.
same goes to your friendster.
to my friend. dont worry i will do my best to have you working nearby.
to those stomp contributors who secretly
take videos or pictures of people.
please get up and knock your head on the wall.
do it like 7 times and then go out and get a life. don't be a voyeur.
government wont give you credits/$$$ for your busybody efforts.
again go get a life.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Friday, November 6, 2009
told you. you're just blind!
told you before.
oh come on.
shit.
you're just like a bat. ding dang through the hollow caves.
echoing what other bats keep on their ultrasound moves.
fuckatastic?
yeah, because you cant open your eyes? well you have two eyes.
oh yeah. and if you're still blind. go purchase a fuckatastic magnifying glass.
you stupeed morrroonns!
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Thursday, September 3, 2009
chain breaking
what a fine 2nd September day.
early in the morning, mr Honda broke off his chain, and i have to stop at the road shoulder of the AYE expressway. saw my spocket, empty without any parts of the chain, maybe it snapped and fell off the road. i can feel my pocket burning $$$ to fix a new chain and replace the spocket. coz its time but it just happen at a time when i need to save more $$$. called the tow truck, and i was stranded under the Gillman flyover, waiting for kind spirits (actually hoping for pweety ladies) to actually give me a lift to the nearest exit for me to hail a cab or something. but to no avail.
climbed the steep hill with faith that the opp side is the main road. it really helps when ur climbing esp steep steep hills with one hand carrying helmet and the other a Sony Ericsson phone. nearly fell off. hahaha. got to the top, it was kinda high hmmm..and way down was even steeper decorated with rocky rocks and completed with the rail track. 50-50. decided to turn back and go down. and this time i was intelligent, i keep my phone in my pocket and wear my helmet, in case i fell off at least my brains will still be intact.
reached down. hot. perspiring. fasting.soil stained hands and shoes. i walked all the way looking for an exit. alas i reached Jln Kilang Barat. i storm in the thin jungle ahah, few people who were smoking were caught by surprise as they saw a somehow queer looking guy with soil stains on his black sweater wearing the hood, clad with a full face helmet on his arm, suddenly storms in from the expressway's thin jungle. if Michael Scofiled escaped from prison. im now trying to escape from an expressway. ok lame. so i walk to the main road in looking for taxis. weird people giving me weird look. maybe i was dirty with soil stains. but dont they ever watch "Swarm Thing" when they were small?
hailed a cab. an uncle greeted me with good morning. i say Maxwell Road, former traffic police station. "Oh, red dot design museum eh?", eh one of those knowledgable updated GPS cab driver i thought. i told him my prison break climbing hill and nearly fell off and storming in to scare a few corporate school uniform businessmen trying to look cool smoking. and he laughed saying that im a one funny person. reached office and spring cleaning of myself. now im clean and green as per normal.
so i went home from office today by MRT. but all in the end, i managed to go macdonalds for a romantic candlelight dinner. that just made my day. thanks dewi sandra.
oh mr Honda. why now when i need $$$$.
early in the morning, mr Honda broke off his chain, and i have to stop at the road shoulder of the AYE expressway. saw my spocket, empty without any parts of the chain, maybe it snapped and fell off the road. i can feel my pocket burning $$$ to fix a new chain and replace the spocket. coz its time but it just happen at a time when i need to save more $$$. called the tow truck, and i was stranded under the Gillman flyover, waiting for kind spirits (actually hoping for pweety ladies) to actually give me a lift to the nearest exit for me to hail a cab or something. but to no avail.
climbed the steep hill with faith that the opp side is the main road. it really helps when ur climbing esp steep steep hills with one hand carrying helmet and the other a Sony Ericsson phone. nearly fell off. hahaha. got to the top, it was kinda high hmmm..and way down was even steeper decorated with rocky rocks and completed with the rail track. 50-50. decided to turn back and go down. and this time i was intelligent, i keep my phone in my pocket and wear my helmet, in case i fell off at least my brains will still be intact.
reached down. hot. perspiring. fasting.soil stained hands and shoes. i walked all the way looking for an exit. alas i reached Jln Kilang Barat. i storm in the thin jungle ahah, few people who were smoking were caught by surprise as they saw a somehow queer looking guy with soil stains on his black sweater wearing the hood, clad with a full face helmet on his arm, suddenly storms in from the expressway's thin jungle. if Michael Scofiled escaped from prison. im now trying to escape from an expressway. ok lame. so i walk to the main road in looking for taxis. weird people giving me weird look. maybe i was dirty with soil stains. but dont they ever watch "Swarm Thing" when they were small?
hailed a cab. an uncle greeted me with good morning. i say Maxwell Road, former traffic police station. "Oh, red dot design museum eh?", eh one of those knowledgable updated GPS cab driver i thought. i told him my prison break climbing hill and nearly fell off and storming in to scare a few corporate school uniform businessmen trying to look cool smoking. and he laughed saying that im a one funny person. reached office and spring cleaning of myself. now im clean and green as per normal.
so i went home from office today by MRT. but all in the end, i managed to go macdonalds for a romantic candlelight dinner. that just made my day. thanks dewi sandra.
oh mr Honda. why now when i need $$$$.
Monday, August 3, 2009
or so he says
reality check between crossroads. a path created meandering towards every section. long way two cars collided after long journeys, sad to see. long way two pigeons, strangers are now flying together to uncertain journey. happy to see. long way two rivers collided creating a fast flow stream for the year 2011. glad to see. long way two melodies united to sync in a hymn to be recorded. joyful tears i see.
traitors they say in a red sea in the grand old lay i see. such a shame. they come they go with money you have given them you idiotics red sea. they eat you five zero. yet you are still creating waves. pure stupidity. come this sunday the traitors will once again create red sea for their homeland but with "i am a traitor! big time" still implanted on their foreheads.
rush hour ahead. once again repeated mode. every year the pattern is quite the same. simultaneously considering every year for bye bye mode. but the world needs papers to go. traffic cameras flashing non stop on plate numbers.
do or die. its within my limits. i dont know when to stop.
traitors they say in a red sea in the grand old lay i see. such a shame. they come they go with money you have given them you idiotics red sea. they eat you five zero. yet you are still creating waves. pure stupidity. come this sunday the traitors will once again create red sea for their homeland but with "i am a traitor! big time" still implanted on their foreheads.
rush hour ahead. once again repeated mode. every year the pattern is quite the same. simultaneously considering every year for bye bye mode. but the world needs papers to go. traffic cameras flashing non stop on plate numbers.
do or die. its within my limits. i dont know when to stop.
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