i only want sympathy in the form of you coming into bed with me.

Monday, August 18, 2008

The grass is greener on the other side

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Monday, June 30, 2008

Memories are just where you laid them

You know sometimes thing move so fast that it is so disgusting to digest? Totally like constipation.

Don't get any big ideas

They're not gonna happen

You paint yourself white

And fill up with noise

But there'll be something missing

Now that you've found it, it's gone

Now that you feel it, you don't

You've gone off the rails

So don't get any big ideas

They're not gonna happen

You'll go to hell for what your dirty mind is thinking

Monday, May 05, 2008

Damm, You think you cool, you think im not you think you tough

Damm, you think you hard, you think im soft, you think you rough

Damm,You talkin shit, betta close your lips, you need to hush

Before the end of the night im gunna have to take your ass to church

Monday, April 21, 2008

Sorry seems to be the hardest word

So goodbye, these days are gone
And we can't keep holding on
When all we need is some relief
Through these times

Maybe i had been too umsympathetic and callous recently, severly lacking in humane qualities.
Everything happens for a reason and yes, come&go is a pair of couple that will never separate. Not you&me.
I wished i could just shrugged it off my shoulders, feign ignorance and wave goodbye.
But you deserve respect.

Promises is synonyms with emptiness
Nothing ever comes out right.

Alright, thoughts are meant to keep to oneself.
I havent regret anything, and do move on with life.
Rest assured times with you is worthwhile and enjoyable.
Time dont stop and life goes on.
You deserve better.

This time I think I'm to blame

It's harder to get through the days

We get older and blame turns to shame

'Cause everything inside it never comes out right

Thursday, April 17, 2008

And When It Rains...

You know i really hate growing up, like waking up every morning and realising you are yet another day older. Really really stinky, like monkey shit that kind of stink.

Because the older you grow, the more you see, and the more you see, the higher probability of you chancing upon obnoxious happening, and i can tell you people, it is not very healthyyy. If i can gorge my own eyes out, dettol-ed it and put it back, i might grumble less now.

I mean seriously, life is so ironical and ambiguous. When we are young and little, still chewing on our little lollipops and little finger. We aspire to grow up, be a man and talk about our big bullish dream, to be a doctor, a lawyer, the president and blahblahblah big guns. Then we fumble around in school, thinking that civil & moral education lesson is actually a good period to catch forty winks. Then along the way, still pretty ignorant of how the society is like and still somewhat clinging on to the aspiration you've made during your younger childhood, you wish to get out of the government shithole, pop into the workforce and earn bigbucks.
Then then then, you grow older and start to get in touch with puberty and everyday without fail, you will peep secretly to your left to see how your classmates mammary gland is measuring up to. Ahhhh, then this is where it all change.

Instead of talking about your lifelong everchanging ambition, boys' conversation topic will forever be gaming la, soccer la, whose manhood is bigger and stronger la, whose dreamgirl is the hottest la, how that girl will look naked la, this and that, that and this, dont forget to throw a shitload of vulgarities between everyword.
Girls' conversation would most likely be ( im assuming, i dont know because i got phobia for girl) about their 28 days menstrual cycle and whether anyone have some kotek to spare, how cute that guy from that class look, how bitchy jane sound when she speaks, mary keep singing and whining abot her little lamb and maybe trying to fabricate lies that they dont know guys actually ejaculate white substances call semen.

Not yet done, at this stage, we probably sick and tired of studying and all we want to do is have fun, late night out, no curfew and probably instead of fulfilling your doctor dream, you dream about what colour your hair should look like after you graduated.

Well, not entirely my life story, but pretty much yours. Hah. And now when we starts to work our shit off everyday, waking up only to find our boss face on the dartboard. We look back and starts to recaptured our long lost ambition and then wonder why we are still bumming around as a underpaid lowest commanding lifeform.

Pretty sucks to have to be bothered by how drastic rice and commodities prices are rising, have to think of way to catch mas selamat so as to be handsomely reward, doing charity to Singapore pools hoping for the million dollar jackpot, sucidal thoughts popping through your head every now and then, how the government makes everyone think they love their people by giving them money once or twice a year, but actually they suck more than to puke.

Life is so hectic that its pissing everyone off, that people have to train for olympic runs during the interchanging of train, that we have to take quick bathe and still manage to squeeze in time for a quick jack off.

Really sucks sucks sucks, sucks so much that i start to suck cheap thrills. Aye, cheap thrill isnt very cheap after allllllll, see, you get my point!

Alright i have been spending way too little time with my lover recently and she grumbling for me now along with my pillow children, Here i come Beddy. Nights you obnoxious asswipesssss.

Monday, March 10, 2008

Cause she's gonna find me here

I guess i havent been totally honest.
The hardest thing to get and to give is to understand. Its doesnt really get through to anyone.

I hate struggling with my own conscience, not knowing what i want, not seeing whats right there, not appreciating, not giving an answer to your questions.

I hate being so kept up, if only the walls have ears, if only the floor can speak, if only the bed can hug one to sleep, if the fan can blow away every unanswered question and if, if only the morning sunray can instill another piece of hope back into you.

If only if is so powerful.
That's what you get when you let your heart win.
Give me something that's gonna last.

If we're gonna make this work

You gotta let me inside even though it hurts

Don't hide the broken parts that I need to see

Like it or not it's the way it's gotta be

You gotta love yourself if you can ever love me"

Thursday, March 06, 2008

Learn you inside out

In the silence you stare at the world

Your eyes are screaming to be heard

I want to learn you inside out

Something that ASSW said during one of our random smoking dates that i cant help but agree.

There are 2 kinds of silence. One's the awkward one when both parties don't have anything to say, the other type of silence is when you both feel comfortable sitting together, knowing that nothing needs to be said.

Saying nothing..... sometimes mean saying the most.

So, keep quiet, embrace the tanquil and serene of silence. I might get through to you afterall. Keep the faith.

Someday I'm gonna find it
Wish I knew what I was looking for
Inside the disarray

Monday, February 18, 2008

The Ballad of Micheal Valentine

In a few hours time, im going to start my life as a pathetic, no life, miserably underpaid attachment trainee. Im so not prepared to give up my service captain status and 400dollar a week pay! Can someone please please clap for me?
Yes yes, i hear you now.
Butterflies seems to be twizling in my stomach now, like a bit too soon. I C A N T W A I T. like yeahhhhhh.
I can even imagine myself saying 'HI, im the new boy attached to your company and im here to start work.'

Thanks god i have vikesh with me. If not super shy me is gonna die from those glances that they shoot me wondering if im a alien or robot. Yippie again.

OUT. Global Maritime and Port Services Pte Ltd, HERE I COME not.

Because heaven sends and heaven takes

Crashing cars in his brain

Keep him tied up to a dream

And only she can set him free

Kill me now, kill me now, kill me now, kill me now

Saturday, January 26, 2008

Leave the bourbon on the shelf

Kick the can, kick the can, skip and blackjack

Steal a car and ring a round-rosey,

Rock and roll, candyland, boogeyman,

Run away and give me your sneakers

Saturday, January 19, 2008

Squirtle

GAWD. Nothing taste as sweet as freedom.
Papers are over and it the much anticipated hall-lee-day!
but... internship is gonna start real soon and the i still cant forget how much i wanna stab tong for the god damn bloody seamanship theory paper. Fucking good for nothing.

Damn, im still high from all the alcohol, partying really doesnt include many dancing today. Me wanna puke so badly now. Drats.

I think the alcohol went up to my head, and i cant think right now, damn, since when have this blog turn into my daily life update?!

Out! work in two hour timewith avery tipsy turvy- wobbly koon ann. Marvelous!

take your tears and put them on ice.