I am a thick skinned person in other people's eyes now. Ah well....that's good anyway... Lonepine...

And now I have got the irritating cornflakes stuck in my teeth... trying to dig them out... if not they will remain there and maybe one day i'll be able to find some treasure in it?? hmmm..... oh well..

Anyway, I've just com back from the land of surfers... way cool... And I saved someone from drowning! The best deed I've ever done in my entire life! Now will that earn me some more brownie points to heaven? I don't wanna go to hell!!! Just hope my dream with Jesus will not come true... Pearly gates here I come!

K bye

I've always tried. And it's not that I ain't got no strength. Hell, there's no shell at all! Its been opened and the only thing left is what's inside. How am I supposed to get something from inside when all I see is already the inside???

It's ok... Like they always say... It is a virtue... Take it in your stride... Yea... And though your eyes tell you... Just hang on and see... And even if you don't see nothing... You know that it was worth the while... It's beating real hard now... Painful... And I see them all laughing... Just smile back up... After all you're just a pawn in their game... Not a big deal... Just smile and take it in your stride... Swallow... See what has gone wrong... And stand up again... Harps are meant for music... Listen to its music and don't ever take it...

Rejoice! For the it is here again... Yippie...

1.40am - Drinking my huge bowl of miso soup after eating a packet of mee goreng
1.26am - Realized that my brain cells are dead
1.25am - Finished the powerpoint presentation which i've been spending the whole day cooped up in my room for
8.07pm - Entered my room and continue on my presentation
7.58pm - Just finished dinner
7.15pm - Sat down with the rest to eat Mark's fried rice
7.05pm - Came out of the lift to the 4th floor to see Mark cooking fried rice
7.05pm - Waited in the lift
7.04pm - Waited for the lift
7.04pm - Came out of my room
7.04pm - Finished changing
7.03pm - Came out of my computer
5.00pm - Received a call from Mark to join him for dinner
1.49pm - Got seated at my computer and started on my presentation
1.45pm - Finished my lunch
1.16pm - Started on my lunch
1.13pm - Came out of the bath
1.09pm - Went into the bath
1.08pm - Stripped naked
1.07pm - Opened a can of stewed beef to cook and eat for lunch
1.06pm - Brushed my teeth
12.42pm - Switched on my computer
12.43pm - Called her
12.41pm - Received a miss call
12.41pm - Finished rolling in bed
12.30pm - Opened my eyes
12.30pm - Woke up
11.45am - Went back to sleep
11.45am - Opened my eyes
11.45am - Woke up
??.??am - Dreaming of her

It's always difficult to see with your eyes if something's hot or cold.

Real smiles come and go like the breath of a warm breeze.
Fake ones stay and linger on like leeches; like a stubborn stench that makes an impression and refuses to leave. And you always wonder why.
My eyes do hear what my ears don't. I pray they were blind enough to make mistakes.
I threw all my defences down. And now in a rueful cringe, I pained myself to build a strong armour.
Gentle now and be careful, for there will always be nails beneath a cotton ball.
You don't hear much anymore into your ears what they once were honeyed with.
Cos I don't much anymore into mine.
So I'll climb and see what happens.
If I see the sunrise I'll be glad.
But I've never asked for the mount to turn rough against me, for I was always planting something beautiful, only to have them yanked away with rolling stones.
But I know that no matter how I climb, a sunrise will still shine on me.
And I thank God for blessing my days and lighting my paths and holding me in his arms to carry me through hard days when I'm almost broken.
Thank you, Lord.

My mood's escalating, but gently.

How do you go about making sure the air is pure enough to breathe? You can't. So I'm breathing in anyway just so that I can stay alive long enough to savour a moment's bliss than not breathe at all and fade away without knowing if it was possible to stay alive. Yet there are choking times, but I fight for breath and I would not regret if I do fade away from being poisoned. At least I've lived.

It is a saturday. And the weather hangs brightly over the blinds of my room. It is a fine day.

FEAST


The bristling darkness rustles in the quiet
And permeates the earth as the groping wind scuds
As the wheels of the universe gyrate
In its own regal splendour
Of mosaic gems that explode in flickering randomness
Of wavering glint eagerly snapping attention out of one another
Killing and resurrecting
Beaming their beacons and running out of time
Hovering above with propelling light
In the midst of the flaming darkness
Each in the horde of its millions
A reliquary poised to pour down its dusty molten
Into the mouth of a skeptic hopeful
Who once just a week ago
Swam through the streets with other existing hopefuls
Rapturous mongrels
Who prowled on their noses
Unwary of a brewing anger prowling beneath their noses
The feeble stench of a waking primate
Ready to make life a galloping dwindle
We’re giving in to the bastards of stealth
No one has ever let in an ear to the name
Where our legs have ever treaded
Now a brand new web is spun
Devouring masses of the open eyed blind
As we see in helpless conservation
When each soul gets pulled down in inundation
The swelling of weepers crying for themselves
While the creepers bed themselves in their tears
Awaiting with vulture brains
For yet another helping to feast on

I wanna give my thanks to your guardian angel.
He who put his wing before you as a shield to protect you from harm.
I wanna give my thanks to your guardian angel.
He who stepped up and pushed you out of harm's way.
I wanna give my thanks to your guardian angel.
He who carried you and ran you to safety.
I wanna give my thanks to your guardian angel.
He who now lays beside you and continues to guard you night and day.

Thank you...

I am F4. Cos I just dyed my hair all black it looks blue. And I've become a member of a taiwanese gay band. That's all I can say.

Once upon a time, there was a beautiful phoenix who crunched up my hand and flew away.
The End

And my eyes have found its way into an enlightenment from a folly.
And I tell myself, fool, I'm counting your days now.
And I let myself trudge on with hooks upon my back, tearing the flesh out throbbing and searing and pulling onto chains the weights of my own stupidity.
And my bones leak and grate.
And how they scream, from the scratching and gnawing of the iron claws.
And now I witness the eyes as they tell on their owner.
How difficult it is as well to pull on his own chains shackled to the legs that refuse to walk a different path.
I submit...

And they say that ignorance is bliss... Hell... What I do not know still breaks me apart...

The days they peel away painfully now. And with each layer, I get a better view of how much of a fool I might be. You know the feeling when you get knotted up in the throat and your stomach churns and everything tastes sour under your tongue and the knots choke you and you got to swallow real hard for it to get cast away. But I'm contented although I know that I'm stolen. If not what do I do? Fade away?

It runs like a rash all over me and stings in its draping shroud like a jellyfish and devour whatever sanity I have left in my reservation. That's the tip I get from the silver platter I serve on. And I feel that maybe the life I'm growing on this earth now is just there for the usage of people scratching my raw flesh out. It's like having my heels scraped off from walking my bare feet on shards for them just so that they may have theirs well covered. And I do this even though it hurts. And I do this because I want to. And I do this because I love...

Something's not right. It seeps into me. And the crunching digs its teeth right in straight to my bones. It does not feel good. Cos I can see. It's all over, written with grim.

Stewed Pig
Stew Pig
Stoopiak
Stewpiak
Stoopig
Stood Pig
Stoopik
Stoopid
Stupid