lounge act.

what would you say if i said i'm going to buy this place,
and set it on fire?

watch it fall,
and make a pattern out of the falling debris in your hair.

now would you run if i said i'm going to tape you down,
just to watch you widen your eyes,
while the tape runs under your moustache?

just a bang.
and honey,
a metal shell and a slight trace of gunpowder marks your powdery grave.
wait till the world sells you out and buries you six feet in water.

a bias action will only recurve back to the shooter,
listening only for the tentative heartbeat before digging in,
digging in with the haunting of what you did and the whirlwind.

it might be nonsense here,
but only because i indicated it this way.
to cover the fervor writhing within,
to protect the ones unneeded by wrath and spite.
the drink you love will only bring you down,
tear you apart and reshape in the size of my sneaker.
we will smirk while you are rubbed away till naught remains but a shadow.

we are what we do.
and if you do thus and thus,
then you will fade.

she is born out of a star.
and the world will wait,
till i dig out the charred rock that you covered her with.


don't swerve out of control my dear man,
hate will only get you so far.
the others will do you in.
and i will join in the stoning and the pound.

oh come on,
don't be this way.
you are already halfway through your walk.
don't let us end it here.
it will be bittersweet for some.
but we will end it with a sweet glee.
the world was never ruthless.
but you came along and cut it loose.


don't be sorry now.
because we will be.

you showed me my tomorrow.

i. feel. a. lil. weird.
jack's definitely better than vodka.
no arguement.


don't trust people with the bottle.
they tell lies.



i love our conversations without light my love.
nothing will make me budge.
nothing.
ily. =)

blackout on christmas eve.

well..
i ain't joking.

i really had a blackout on christmas eve.
approximately at six and ending at ten something pm.
which led me to this :

bonfire baby.
with copious amounts of newspaper.
it's a pain to look for wood in the dark though.

you lose touch with some people in the span of a lifetime spent on wheels.
some unwillingly, and yet some are more than happy to be walked away added with a boot.
but yet these people add a richness to your life's milo cup.
so enjoy it while you can.
with condense milk.

merry christmas eve. =)



I love you Joyce Toon, =)
thank. you! X)

Bang! you are dead.

and if you were the next guy in line,
what would you do dear sir?

i would "______________________" .


some of us have tried standing for what we believed.
some of us tried to listen to the warnings and avoid what lay ahead.
all of us, willing or not, are still being driven like cattle through the dyke daily.
things won't change.
only those that you would want to.


how can we be alright in knowing that the light is dimming down the skies,
changing light blue hues to a dull grayness.
we choke on the fumes and kneel.
and watch it all burn away.

the radio splutters as i pull out the trigger.
i have worked double shifts to clear the ashes away.
and yet, close but no bun.
no bun.





should have just brought a wine.
and three glasses.

hack hack sniffle sniffle

i hate those four words coming from my nose at the same time.
like,
would you want your nose to go hack hack?

i just realised that paintball markers uses musketballs.
no wonder they do a holy circle around your target.

phut. phut. phut. jam.

shit.

*insane screaming coming from ownself
due to subsequently getting hit on the head*

never trust paintball ground owners when they carry a sniper rifle,
all the way up the hills, and say that he's just going to watch your match.

they tend to be trigger happy.

no,
not a good way to go.



all i have ever wanted is,
just for you to be happy and warm.
that's all i can ever ask for.

happy anniversary back my love. =)
ilysm.

Motorcycle (;

Happy sixteen months sweetheart.
Love, Joyce.

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An advertisement digested in my mind.

well.. i think it sounds like that.

what would you say if i popped into your room saying,

"hey man dollie what would we take for forty dollars?"

nothing is probably what would you say in this case.

nothing is golden.

take a knife and pucker a fruit,

we smile and wink,

fell in love with the right machine wrong throttle,

flashing pigs will be the death of us all.

as you can see.

i'm clearly a lil addled in the head.

or bored.

up to you actually.

decide for me won't you guys?

oh please.

pretty please.

a bad dream is,
when the very thing you are standing for,
doesn't want you occupying that spot of street anymore.
or when once cheery sounds greeted you,
now only stormy eyes pummel you to the floor.
i hate this sort of dreams.

that's why i take vitamin e pills.

my indie love darling.
smile love smile.
you are on the camera.
don't let the humongous teddy take you away.
this isn't helping my state of mind.
sleep boy.
sleep.

ily.

imy.

imysm.

grey tar.

i remember,
He said, “Son,
Have you see the world?"

Before I kicked in the door
I yelled my commands
The children, they cried,

Later they took off his clothes ,
They pissed in his hands,
I told them to stop,
But then I joined in.

And yet, when I come home,
They’ll be damn proud of me.
yea they will be.

it's going to be pretty quiet for a few nights,
not the quietness that one would like.
and we will wait no matter what.
like we always have.




have a safe trip up love.
i'll be here.
like always.
i. love. you. =)

pickles in a row

shake hands.
smile.
rinse the cabbage with icy water.
repeat with carrots.

hands are shaky whilst listing the ideas down,
partly from lack of use,
also from losing the knowledge of things once capable within,
this ten fingers and two palms.
you will know it when the wheel is all scratched up from keys and fingernails.

you know you can be a one minute wonder when the red lights die,
drop down between the hollowed street and the green fuzzy grass and look,
look down the treads of the big round tree.
if i listen closely enough,
would i dug deep enough,
would everyone come a running?
maybe.

dave don't kill me.

hello.
hello.
hello.
hey.
ilysm. =)

smothered glee

launch the mutant!


wait.

err. no.


haha.
yep.
papers are finally over.
feelings are sweet.
just a lil bit better than spm ain't it?

i am rusty till i talk in one line sentences.
oh whatever.
time to delve into the black ridden favelas of modern warfare 2. =)
see you all around.





all i see is a girl,
with deep brown eyes,
yea she is beautiful,
and she means every single thing to me.
every little thing to me.
always.
ILY. =)

JOYCE here.

Know I'm not supposed to be here.

But anyway, I love you Julian. C:

the love is way warmer than death

sorry guys,
but lurve is wayy warmer.
right love? =)
haha.

alright.
just a quick update.
i'm all done with australian matriculation.
the course with the worse advertising ever.
i ain't joking about that.
it's an official pain in the beehive.
but we wouldn't know won't we?
i mean,
have you ever been in a beehive before?

not really.

there's still papers though.
so i'll get back to that.




now.


all the best for ur papers dear. =)
i know you can do it.
ILY.

D.O.A.S

my loneliest night is the night,
when i had drinks with the famed mr john mayer.
before murdering him with a long strip of industrial class room windowpane through the chest.
there was interrogations too.
by the jpj.


btw, this is not me spouting nonsense as usual.
this did happen.


when all is in the gloom and dark,
who do we turn to but the strongest ones amongst us?
the ones who are best at masking their fear?
do not hate them.
they are humans too. just like me and you.
don't put a rifle in our hands but just pat us,
pat us on the head and send us home.
we are too young to sigh and too old to cry.
don't turn the guilty into the innocent.
putting the dust into the air would only serve,
serve to remind us how we are the ones with the ink on our hands.
freedom is not bought with blood and screams.
it is bought with tentative steadfastness in the face of hell.
hopefully.

protect the child, and spare the rod.
one day he might just spare you the rod too.

i'll be here while you study tonight. =)
i'll be here every night while you study my beautiful queen.
nowhere else but here.

as always.
i like the feeling when i am around you love.
so i'm sticking around forever.
may i? =)

haha.

ilysm. X)

live at slane castle

dream of outer lands isn't what it seems anymore,
when you realise that space is the darkness made in the basement.
between you and me,
i would rather take the washing machine.

guess what subs said was right,
that all of us has changed,
into more extreme persons of ourselves.
and yet, we can still catch that trace of the kid still stenciled,
away somewhere that we can recognise from the edges of ourselves.

but we ain't hardcore,
nor are we softcore.

somewhere in the middle i guess.
but then.
we have always been the middlers stuck away.
between the two loaves of bread that we call airspace and highways.

extremeness is not the way.
the sauce is the solution.

don't ask me why.

when all the cards are down,
and everyone's a standing ovation.
we will come to realise that,
i can't live without you.


except that.
i already did.
ily. =)

indigo heart

" We were the last line of defense, the afterthought when it came to firepower. We were supposed to pick off the random lucky G who happened to slip through The giant bitchslap of our heavier stuff. Maybe one in three of us was expected to fire his weapon, one in every ten was expected to score a kill. They came by the thousands, spilling out over the freeway guardrails, down the side streets, around the houses, through them ... so many of them, their moans so loud they echoed right through our hoods."

[The cigarette has burned down to his fingers. He drops and crushes it without noticing.]

I did my best to control my fire, and my sphincter, "lust go for the head," I kept telling myself. "Keep it together, just go for the head." And all the time my SAW's chattering "Die motherfucker die." We could have stopped them, we should have, one guy with a rifle, that's all you need, right? "There's too many!" "We gotta get the fuck outta here!" Someone from another platoon, I didn't know his name, started hollering "I hit him in the head and he didn't die! They don't die when you shoot them in the head!"

excerpt from WORLD WAR Z,
An Oral History of the Zombie War.
Max Brooks.

world war z is a class act.
a book that must be read.
even if it involves half the world dying within the book.
even when the droves start squirming on the seabeds.
eating whales.


go look for it.
it's a free pdf book.

darn.
tee's a week more.



i'll always be yours my love.
and.. he'll even wear a coat in summertime for her.
just the way she likes it.
haha. X)

and hey.
wo ai ni. =)

The velvet glove

is the feel of your hand entwirled with mine,
with a soft sweet smile on your face while the sun glows behind.
nothing will ever make me let go of our velvet glove.

nothing. =)

i stumbled over videos of outward bound in the laptop the other day.
images of unwashed teens smiling, hands locked against shoulders,
knowing that nothing cept hell or high water can touch them is still fresh in my head.

R.I.P Yee sook.

people get ripped away without reason,
into the unreasonal being that is chaos.
nothing is left but an echo of what they were.
it is the echoes we hold most.
dearly to the heart.

guys from the jetty clique.
we have to visit the old house on the top of the hill near the rich man's den.
they have miror walls and ceilings glittering with dust.
gem.

drying our toes in the sand,
roasting sugarcrackers by the fire whilst the fat man pours oil over the fire,
the only question in my head is how deep the ocean runs in all of us.

ilyilyilyilyilyilyilyilyilyilyilyilyilyilyilyilyilyily
ilyilyilyilyilyilyilyilyilyilyilyilyilyilyilyilyilyily
ilyilyilyilyilyilyilyilyilyilyilyilyilyilyilyilyilyily.
I LOVE YOU. =)

brandy without the salt.

It's bitter baby,
And it's very sweet.
honestly,
i feel like Lebanon.
The way people wage turf scuffles at my doorstep.
for reasons often yet unknown and yet apparent to everybody.
just live in peace won't we?
i don't mind bitching a bit too though.
salt is the step to the place where no one wants to be.
just you.

the love smiled on me.
It took away my face say please

i got a bad disease,
by days are just wholeness of hours for the less.
jesus was loved not for the fact that he's a holy man.
he just never saw a lost cause.
everybody else did.

just gonna gonna gonna walk slow.
for that state of mind,
just to give some to you.

Doo doo doo doo dingle zing a dong bone
Ba-di ba-da ba-zumba crunga cong gone bad!
ily. =)

hammersmith

no.
not the smithy if that's what ur thinking.

the only difference between the sound and the ring is a pin.
don't lose the pin though.

shaking my shoulders to the echoes of his trembling,
remembering the stroll by the sea.

the dead cat is vivid in sight and smell.
yet so is the far off sands of the island.
seeing far off tankers while saying things unheard,
tarpaulin sheets is the only thing separating us from the bottom of the pan.

listen to yourself.
that's what the kid long ago would have wanted.
what we would all have all wanted.

chuck the awkwardness.
it never was our jesus.
no lord no.




well..
i did tell you i'll always be here love.
i'm here. =)

Universal Salad Biscuit

yea.
googleimage is power.

for the lack of brain juice,
god replaces with brawn.

he is fair in every way.

to those without juice nor brawn,
he makes them hairy.

hey.

i did say he was fair.

suffice to say, coll has jumped back on track.
true to form, two tests plus assignment has stuffed themselves into my hands.
if only food is stuffed at this rate too.
you wish.

our very own orked and jason.
tambah pillow.
sepet eh?
heh heh.



alright.
time to get back to work.

the robot misses you. =)
happy fourteenth months and 2 days my love.
ILY. X)

Ow Ow Ow Ouch.

that happens when you run into a wall of pellets.
half blind with fog,
while five to ten people are happily pelting it at you.
especially twice.

not exactly a nice experience.

now imagine them in black suits and guns shooting at you.

on the other hand..
flag runs are awesome.
team did it in 45 seconds.
*insert tongue smiley face here*
heh.

people who did the calculations.
god bless them.
brain too addled for addition and subtraction.

yours truly with a few guys : charge! charge! char-- OW OW OW.

yep.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------


Cause I came here with a load
And it feels so much lighter, since I met you
Honey you should know, that I could never go on without you.

That brown eyes, you're the one that I wanted to find.
those eyes. =)
thank you.

on call

doodle. doodle. doodle.

doh! (smacks forehead physically/mentally)

scratch. (applies ickish white liquid over sin)

look up. two hands in the sky ticking.

gulp.

doodle. doodle. doodle.

well.. that's the best i can summarise of exam mono.
If this is hell i wonder how work is going to be.
A building doesn't appear overnight after all.
experation inspiration is the way to go nowadays.

on the other hand..
yippee.
heh.

i still go crazy when i see your face,
with the lovely cardiac arrest smile.
oh.. so crazy.

thursdays. spaghetti's. her.
yay! X)

haha. =)

My revelry

I never ever, cried when I was feeling down,
I've always been scared of the sound, that very sound.
been here to just wait for a light to come on,
because that's when i know that you're alone.


note to self :

Never, ever drive past a roadblock and think that they will stop a friend.

sorry subs.

they were probably phonies too for all we know.
why else would keynesian and his idealogies would fail here?
this land ain't too bad.
trees and wind.
the occasional cow.

yep.
oh well.
i would leave it to another white guy and their theories to sort this place out.

i noticed, i have seen over the signs,
i'll take your load and make it mine with your hand against my heart.
common, let's head home. =)

i'm standing here till the end.
i did it once. and i'll do it again.
always.

we would never die alone love.
i'm not letting that happen.
no way love.
for you.
ily.

couldn't resist

" WEAK SHIT BLOGGERS

I HATE LOSERS LIKE YOU AND YOU AND YOU WHO SUCK AT BLOGGING.. TALK ABOUT YOUR LIFE AND SHIT. LIFELESS ASSES. I HOPE YOU WAKE UP ONE DAY AND FALL INTO YOUR OWN SHIT THAT LEADS YOU TO EATHISSHIT...THAT WOULD BE THE ONLY INTERESTING POST YOU WILL EVER HAVE!

328447448 "


Well.. firstly my wormy pal, people do flush nowadays you know?
maybe you just eat yours though. hey. i'm just stating facts.
aside from that, well, this is obviously a chinese dude.
so please go read more books before trying a stunt like this again eh.
i love you my fan. X)

yea show em the singaporean spirit jack =P

anyway,

two days ago was nick's birthday.
balls asplattering among the makeshift defillades and trees mostly sum up the
experience. nothing makes you realise giving up is perhaps the wisest thing to do when you realise you have five guys surrounding you and your favourite tree.
of course, i never got around to that.
the marks can attest to that.



anyway, post-happy birthday again nick.
sorry about messing up the sums at the end though. =P





ps :

boo! X) haha.

ily. =)

happy birthday u black bud. =)

well... one more day actually.
but what the heck.

heh.



I knew this guy since i could talk and wail.
he was violent at the age of four and sank his teeth into heads to prove his point.
sort of. haha.

he's supersmart now though.
JPA scholar. sticksman. active football person.
i know.
stereotype.

hehe.


happy birthday nick. =)




__________________

To my dearest fluorescent supernova :

On a platform, I'm gonna stand and say
That I'm nothing on my own
And I love you.
I'm on fire for you, clearly.

clearly. =)

man-made

as the sun heads down the alley,

tell my blackbird bye for dear me,

for i'm hanging up the walking breeches again,

only to lie down, living no more.

only for her.

for her.

Public enemies is a must watch i say.

though dilinger ought to have ran way earlier.

oh well. guess he needed to learn poker values then.

poor john.

good men don't live long enough.

or so they say.

Thanks for coming down this road with me.

thank you for saying yes at that fateful six in the morning.

yours faithfully. my love. =)

blood stained but never forgotten

nobody can forget the first pull of the trigger.
the first life you take.
that frantic motion to reload if just to live for a while longer.


TOPED 1st squad.
you are missed.

we been through a bit.
quite a bit.

On the other hand.. the hols are a-go. no more waving the parking sticker to the gatekeepers. for a week i hope.

The age-old problem of papers are upon me sooner than i guessed.
it holds something different now though.
something more sinister.
sinister or not, it still has to be dealt with.

no matter what happens i still remember the road to the cracked jetty.
it may be a trip illegally.
but nonetheless.
none the less.



listening to you at half past five in the morning is the best way a person could ever opens his eyes to.
i'm the lucky person.
i'm the luckiest person in the world. =)

always.

ily.

Confidence is the balacla~

though... i'm sure he's baffled us good.


work's been a hassle though it's a must but we
must understand the consequences and the assuming of
unresisted ink writing about salty cheeks and running makeup below
as we run off into the next door's garden whilst the ending's in sight and
listen to the pitter patter of the gnomes hijacking the fairies the confidence
is in him and we can run though we can't fly hiding's not an option nor choice
and watch the tarmac burn under out thumbs trouble trouble
unassuming comes in the form of I and IT and GENTLEMEN while dreams are up.
if they are up.

well.. you know what this means?
this shows why full stops and commas were needed.
in every sentence.
also the lack of caffeine from the writer after the end of a long day.
or at the start of a new day.
your choice actually.

well..

on a happier note, the assignments are almost done.
but i'm stopping for now for the comfort of the covers.
if this is what work is like we are blessed i guess.
i guess.

time to study time to study time to study time to study time to study time to study time to study time to study time to study time to study time to study time to study time to study time to study time to study time to study time to study time to study time to study

everyday with you is an intoxicating and tender affair.
and i like the way it that way.
i like.
happy one year and ten months love. =)
you are my very own fluorescent supernova.
always.

chef. chief. master?

name : master chief.
killrate : countless?

name : julian.
killrate : two kills. one friendly fire.
splattered rate? plenty.

Lol. i know i sound bored. i am.
Doing mathemathical assignments on the excel whilst arguing about privacy laws for vets ain't exactly what i call fun.


oh well.
time to get down and do the boogee.
coffee and some caffeine too. with sugar.
heck.
make that two.

i need that percentage.

%%%%%%%%%%%

... yes that.

listening to the sound of your breathing is the best concert i could ever be in. =)

Crying Lightning.

Shazam!

well.. not really.

i was thinking..
more along the lines of the humbug - arctic monkeys.




though.. captain marvel is pretty cool too.
not as cool as superman though.
and how you would like to aggravate the ice cream man on those sugary icy evenings with strawberry leaves...

i have said this once i have said twice i have said this thrice.
this is the best life could ever get and i'm making it stay in it's steps,
stunned. craving. for. more.
you will be mistaken if you see a penguin fly.
they don't.
they swirl.

hairstyles grow lanky and long,
unkept. yet, things don't change.
who wants change anyway?

i ain't no communist.
no marxist hell bent on sharing my clothes with you who don't.


waking up with the acrid taste of ozone on the tongue whilst it's all dark outside,
listening to the beat of my heart warming up to the mind, all alone together.
that's a thing of the past.

approximately, one year, 27 days, 18 hours, 25 minutes, 58 seconds ago.
it ain't coming back.
never.


my past times used to be strange,
twisted, deranged.


untill i met you.


thanks for making everything warm.
it's nothing without your touch.
it's nothing without you. i.l.y. =)

Rotten apples ain't no ipod, with bleach.

Things swirl and twist whilst you look through the thinking glass
but you know they are straight.
or at least they were straight when you last took a peek.
when you dared to take a peek.

and.. no. i ain't referring to strings and shoelaces.
though they are pretty twisty. in a way.
but not as twisted as you sir. no sirree.
nobody twists the straw the way you do.

the way home is pretty idyllic nowadays.
stop by 7 eleven's and subs gets a tuborg.
he drinks and i fret about cops thinking about doughnuts.
doughs. yum.
Kick back and take in the highway spirit.
feel the air beat against the screen and watch the pelicans hit the driveway.
with a briefcase. of course.

nothing beats having your hand in mine.
nothing.
i'm. your. keeper. =)

everybody knows it.

i hear that ur moving real fine,
ur wearing those shoes like a glove,
slip those shoes off and let's go rolling on the night, till our souls slidee.

Well... it's been a long time.
and all i want to say is that no matter what happens.
and no matter what you do with your life.
Just don't pick up computing.
i swear after eight months of the subject i still can't grasp or hold it properly.
it's a slippery eel i swear.

books ain't that hard no more.
it's the reading that hurts.
oh well.
turn like the dead and hop it off to the furnace.
you might just get lucky.


time moves too fast.
i want it to slow right now.
this is the best i ever had.
don't move.





he's happy ain't he ol boy?

long time.

it's been a long time since i scribbled, technically, on this page.
it's been such a long time that kooks thinks it's safe for him to rehash my words. =P

listening to the stereo whilst moving has to be pretty fun.
everybody does it so it's got to be pretty good.
don't give me a look.

cause you do too don't you boy?

nobody does stuff to spite the monkey no more.
but that's only because the monkeys are not around no more.
it feels so long since i walked through the bushes with the guys and eventually the sea itself.
that's probably why i think so slow nowadays.
lol. my head is hurtling to a new dimension whilst the body stays put in the present.
well.. technically it's your present whilst it's our past.

stabbing myself with forks and knifes in the knees whilst the headless boy laughs at me
with his feet. well after all i ain't jenny so i ain't gonna fricking sing about the daytime of the night for you guys. no sirree.

godbless.

and... just watch flight of the conchords for a bit.
you will understand what i'm saying. =)
and kua, beat that. hee.

We looked like giants.

but that's only because we are wearing shoes too big for ourselves.

sometimes. .
you wish you could mold things into the things you want.
but they just flop out and form their independent shapes.
i ain't giving up though.
nah. this is just the starting.

it's just getting more interesting.

waiting to see my life rush me by with words to wash me up.
the ice is getting thinner but i ain't running.
it's been thin all this while anyway.
and i like it this way.

pics will start to appear the day i actually have a break
from the books and assignments.
it's a long time more.

someday we will die.
but at least we go out with a bang.

i know my priorities.
and i'm holding them up.
always.

AC/DC

i will start blogging when i get my thunderstruck desktop back.

no not that thunderstruck.

this one.

darn zeus and his sneezes.

the killer pup. bolt. or coma. which one is it?

700 bucks.

totally worthed it.

for those of you who are uninitiated.

this is what sub's pup is gonna grow up to be.

don't stop.

go get one.

there's only five left.

his name is subs.

and it's his pup.

link's right next to this.

go check it out.

now u owe me cash dude. =P heh.

i got so much to tell you.

but firstly, is this town a different town today?

lol. i've been away for so long from this place i can smell the cowebs in the iron.

did i get cowebs right. nah i don't think so.

the ultimate feedback i got from people is that this blog doesn't make no sense.

of course it darn ain't gonna make sense.

it's a blog. b.l.o.g. see? =)

ah well.

went to subs place last night to try his xbox out.

not too bad i say. got to do things i know i never will with my faux-mini.

subs's black pup.

 for 700 bucks.

i doubt you can even see his eyes.

better now?

eh.. crap. still no eyes. lol.

ns people are back. 

viva la jackson le rampage.

this is quite a while ago though.

as we can see.

poor kua is the target.

god bless his straw farmer hat.

listening to the bus engine whine below me as i head towards 
boredom and certain ridicule i watch the sky blow up into clouds with the sunshine.

star. patrick star.

that's right, 

patrick star.

i think i'm losing my touch ain't i?

oh well.

blackest of days is the lightest days when you look at it through my glasses.

i think.

buy this shirt.

it is free.

but..

just say bruce wayne rules.

lol.

i'll be right back if i get anything else to say.