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. =)