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.

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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.