Simplicity Of My Complications: September 2006

Friday, September 29, 2006

Twinkle Twinkle Fairy Dust

the search for music of my favourite genre
classic.semi.punk.straightedge is dead and buried
the infestation of mainstream music is totally here

plastic
bubble is such a world we lived in
where substance is just like a morning dew
appearing every mornin
well every dew is totally different really
in the end it just appears
eventually as just a dew

well rested due
to the past nights' off
through the net the music gone soft
now full of lighted designs without any meaning
is experimental part of a beginning
or is it an ending

just that one can never be too sure
the life and state of another individual
who had shown to the world
he or she's just another scenester

a specfic youth subculture
wannabees and poseurs of the substances

* music's just another platform for ego.

one of the uncles of today's misguided..
Fugazi - Glueman
~ substance below..

I spent it all On the bag On the drag The sun comes up, the tide rolls out The trucks roll by the park still a park Where children play and pick up stones Anything to make them feel less alone - he's alone His mind is his own town where all his thoughts run aground They fall all over and down I spent it all On the bag On the drag The sun comes down, the tide rolls back We crawl our way back to the house we call home He holds his home in the palm of his hand And he says, and he says You are my everyone, you are my anyone You are my anytime, you are my every time why You are my everywhere...anywhere...
.. do not click the video below,
~ if music ain't your passion.

* pulled into the twilight zone.

a plastic universal of emotional lyrical poets,
is what's happening to today's society
a sudden spoof of this sudden century
is'nt about wars or peace
is about how basic education changes
the cracks of a pair of rose-tinted glasses

* a chipmunk future is upon us.
~ chipmunk lyrics to; Head Automatica - Beating Heart Baby..

beating hearts baby baby is this love for real? beating hearts baby let me in your arms to feel beating hearts baby the beating of your heart, baby beating hearts baby the beating of your heart, baby you, you want nothing to do with me you, you want nothing to do with me i, i don't know what to do with you cause you don't know what you do to me baby is this love for real let me in your arms to feel the beating of your heart, baby the beating of your heart, baby beating hearts baby baby is this love for real? beating hearts baby let me in your arms to feel beating hearts baby your beating heart, baby beating hearts baby the beating of your heart, baby you, you really got your hold on me you, you really got your hold on me you, you gotta get away from me cause you, you want nothing to do with me baby is this love for real let me in your arms to feel the beating of your heart, baby the beating of your heart, baby beating hearts baby baby is this love for real? beating hearts baby let me in your arms to feel beating hearts baby your beating heart, baby beating hearts baby the beating of your heart, baby in spite of you of you even out of view still I love all of you i do, yeah in spite of you even out of view still I love all of you i do, yeah you want nothing to do with me you, you want nothing to do with me baby is this love for real let me in your arms to feel your beating heart, baby the beating of your heart, baby beating hearts baby baby is this love for real? beating hearts baby let me in your arms to feel beating hearts baby the beating of your heart, baby beating hearts baby the beating of your heart, baby beating hearts baby baby is this love for real? beating hearts baby let me in your arms to feel beating hearts baby your beating heart, baby beating hearts baby .. ok, guess he had way too much rest these three days.

~ go figure the difference.
.. zzZ.

.. with guilt, he took a shot straight to da head close to da same time of..
3:13 PM

Thursday, September 28, 2006

Grey Wheels That Keeps Turning Slowly

the sky was of a pale yellow
was it the day before or after
the temperatures of a mild humidity to sleep

static
thoughts of someone of his calibre
unexpectedly had unknowingly applied
to be a regular police officer
barely made out alive
secretly from his supervisors
been through two drugged interviews

when being first handed
the letter from his mother
the pale yellow day before
news of a final interview

one that's soon turning
slowly his life around
either dramatically or drastically

last faceoff in a penal board
on friday the thirteenth
october two thousand and two

~ a millionth to one possible questions...

* mind still blanked.

Lost Prophets - Last Train Home
~ lyrics..

To every broken heart in here Love was once a part, but now it's disappeared She told me that it's all a part of the choices that you make Even when you think you're right You have to give to take But there's still tomorrow Forget the sorrow And I can be on the last train home Watch it pass the day As it fades away No more time to care No more time, today But we sing If we're going nowhere Yeah we sing If it's not enough And we sing Sing without a reason To ever fall in love I wonder if you're listening Picking up on the signals Sent back from within Sometimes it feels like I don't really know what's going on Time and time again it seems like everything is wrong in here But there's still tomorrow Forget the sorrow And I can be on the last train home Watch it pass the day As it fades away No more time to care No more time, today But we sing If we're going nowhere Yeah we sing If it's not enough And we sing Sing without a reason To ever fall in love Well we sing if we're going nowhere Yeah we sing if it's not enough And we sing Sing without a reason to ever fall in love But we sing If we're going nowhere Yeah we sing If it's not enough And we sing Sing with out a reason to ever fall in love To ever fall in love again fall in love again
.. the reasons why 'last train home' was ~~crossed~~ yesterday.

* 'live' in black and white to kill some boredom.
~ as another day just slowly passed away..

.. with guilt, he took a shot straight to da head close to da same time of..
3:55 PM

Wednesday, September 27, 2006

Rememberance

extra hours were used instead of daily leave
forcibly sanctioned by the supervisor
the morning shift before tonight's

felix

a sudden reenactment of the dear's
lighthearted words
'only girls have blogs'

sets me thinking,
why in the world would someone type,
religiously to seldomly on a mainstream matrix?

for me,
back in time he found..

to the few reasons of the past;

*untitled
*boredom

.. enough said.

the once childish ancient;
to do,to buy, wishes...
(updated, irrelevant, achievements are crossed)

~~ass Off Friendster~~
~~a crap a day Keeps da Doc away~~
~~eye-Liner~~
~~going Werk Early~~
~~treating each Dae with Positive Atitute~~
buy a Levis Jeans
~~Black clothes~~
~~Shoes~~
~~New Hp~~
~~Dinner @ BK~~
~~get a Pistol~~
Straightenin my fringe
~~stop thinkin so much~~
shoes
~~Love~~
~~tappin EZ Link~~
~~irritating a chicken~~
~~Last cabin on a MRT~~
~~think~~
~~look~~
~~read a book~~
~~Last train home~~
~~stop swearin~~
~~peace~~
~~patience~~
Voice-out
~~get a bag~~
~~spend a dae wif a chicken~~
~~closin eyes~~
~~rest~~
~~sleep~~
record our jammin songs
start an album
designin my shoes
bein a Psychiatrist
~~Better job~~
~~chicken~~
~~Chocolate Fudge Cake~~
study
~~achieve~~
~~a Watch~~
~~bavery~~
~~Pizza~~
~~be a punk from da inside~~
~~Lunch @ KFC~~
~~kill boredom~~
~~Be understood~~
~~Be confusin~~
~~Be myself~~
~~Above all, get a Life.~~

(the ancient list was done during zero internet connection)

.. as memories fade,
for a guy like me,
realises he could be forgetful at times.

* boredom ain't a reason anymore.

stuff yet to be fulfilled;
hopefully, one fine day...
buy a Levis Jeans
shoes
Straightenin my fringe
Voice-out
record our jammin songs
start an album
designin my shoes
bein a Psychiatrist

~ song for the day from a guy's blog.
.. Alkaline Trio - Time To Waste.
* lyrics below..

There's someone down below blowing you a kiss. They watch from their windows As all arms fall to their sides, And all eyes fix on the death of tomorrow. And you found everything you need To make a life complete, Completely revolting and they have safety and relief For sale down the street. I see you in line every day You had time to waste and I'm not sorry, Such a basket case, hide the cutlery. I had time to kill, it's dead and buried. You've got guts to spill but no one trustworthy. These creatures are waking up in these dark trees. Awaiting like vultures. Eyes roll back turn white in time to feed They salivate in hunger. For you, and everything they need To make a death complete, Completely unnatural and salvation lies Behind those dead eyes that watch you while you sleep every night, and You had time to waste and I'm not sorry, Such a basket case, hide the cutlery. I had time to kill, it's dead and buried. You've got guts to spill but no one trustworthy. You had time to waste and I'm not sorry, Such a basket case, hide the cutlery. I had time to kill, it's dead and buried. You've got guts to spill but no one trustworthy.
.. we all have ample time to kill really,
~ just one fine day when it is'nt enough?

* absence makes the heart grows fonder.

.. with guilt, he took a shot straight to da head close to da same time of..
3:17 PM

Monday, September 25, 2006

A Quarter Since Certainty

it was a classic a case of suicidal murder
used soft pillows and monitors were the instruments
a second in time killed without repercussions

melted
the unknowingly single heart was

not counting the lucky stars
a quarter of an annual
blissfully since passed
she broke the half of a half semi-record
the guiness world of a certain individual
he wondered sparingly
of such a case
now what boundaries we could explore
because he's new in this
together me and you futhermore
just hopefully till forever

* a special dedication for the dearest..
~ The Juliana Theory - This Is a Lovesong For The Loveless
.. lyrics,

You're not who you used to be, or at least not to me. A ghost on a movie screen is what you seem. Now you're the one to let the sun fall down like a stone in a river. You steal the blood inside of me. I can't bleed. This is a lovesong for the loveless and the hopeless. You can be certain that I'm with you when I sing. This is a lovesong for the desperate and the lonely. You could have nothing but you'll still have me. Gone like the sound of your voice or a passing minute. Blown like your hair in the breeze. You are the one to let our star fall down like a stone in a river. You stole the life inside of me. I can't breathe. This is a lovesong for the loveless and the hopeless. You can be certain that I'm with you when I sing. This is a lovesong for the desperate and the lonely. You could have nothing but you'll still have me. There's a part of me that dies when you turn away your eyes. I'm alive but not inside. And you know all I wanted was your love, but you left me high and dry. You're the part of me that died my darling. Now that I'm dead to you dear, you can slip those bullets back in your lips where they seethe. You were the one to gun our love straight down like a stone in a river. You shot your favorite enemy. Watch me bleed. This is a lovesong for the loveless and the hopeless. You can be certain that I'm with you when I sing. This is a lovesong for the desperate and the lonely. You could have nothing but you'll still have me.

.. you could be bored while watching television,
~ you'll still have me as a distraction..

* coincidental yet true,
.. 'The Juliana Theory' is a name of a rock band.

* an absolute fan of her life as always..

~ simply

her to pieces.

.. with guilt, he took a shot straight to da head close to da same time of..
12:39 PM

Sunday, September 24, 2006

A Pair Of Dried Lips With Bared Adjectives

institute of mental health
woodbridge hospital
spent his first day in adsteinance

remix

the joyride last night
of an emotional partner who speedily drove
mild recklessly self-carried
without saying sorry
instead spewed vulgarities
on the incoming huge metallic
vehicle of a sudden public bus
from the forthcoming leftside
he drove on the rightside
a second jump of my unknowing heart
police cars aren't used for speeding
buses who didn't check their blindspots
especially local ones
with little power steering
we lived for our duties

escorting of two supposingly mental subjects
a vanride to singapore's luny bin
a bald male deranged silent one
proved to be quite of an enlightenment scene
who denied of any reasonable answers
when questioned by the doctor
in profound english
told one of the officers off
a paid to sarcasm slave of
the illusive democratic government
certainly he's got my next vote of confidence
for palimony's president

the fact before all this haywire
a simple lunch of cheesy pasta
in the hut of pizza
with the significant other
was speechless due to reasons understated
truly unexpected will never forget
her twilight message for me
before she slept
on the last night at work

Dashboard Confessional - Hands Down
~ lyrics..

Breathe in for luck breathe in so deep this air is blessed you share with me this night is wild so calm and dull these hearts they race from self control your legs are smooth as they graze mine we're doing fine we're doing nothing at all. My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me. So won't you kill me, so I die happy. My heart is yours to fill or burst or break or bury or wear as jewelery, which ever you prefer. The words are hushed lets not get busted, just lay entwined here undiscovered. Safe from the earth and all the stupid questions.. "hey did you get some?" Man, that is so dumb. Stay quiet, stay near, stay close they can't hear, so we can get some. My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me. So won't you kill me, so I die happy. My heart is yours to fill or burst to break or bury or wear as jewelery, which ever you prefer. Hands down this is the best day I can ever remember, I'll always remember the sound of the stereo, the dim of the soft lights, the scent of your hair that you twirled in your fingers and the time on the clock when we realized it's so late and the walk that we shared together. The street was wet and the gate was locked so I jumped it and let you in and you stood at the door with your hands on my waist and you kissed me, but you meant it and I knew that you meant it, that you meant it, that you meant it, and I knew, that you meant it, that you meant it

.. and i simply adore you too.

* on a date before that'll always be remembered.

.. with guilt, he took a shot straight to da head close to da same time of..
4:19 PM

Saturday, September 23, 2006

The Winding Road Of Abstinence

less then a day more to go
where famines and poverty is'nt the problem
just a silent battle within mentality

craziness

straight off to night-shift today
will be eating early in the morning
the next day in the workplace
meditation is solely required
from these first few days
of cold turkey

three meals a day
into two
eventually into half of one
to zero tolerance

surrounding patience and virtue
issues galore to respect the month

until my dearest sleepyhead;

.. enough said.

.. with guilt, he took a shot straight to da head close to da same time of..
11:12 AM

Thursday, September 21, 2006

Spent On Suspension

a month of religious abstinence
just around the sinful corner
kita berpuasa sebelum datangnya hari raya

butterflies
last things being seen today
soft pillows and huggable bolsters
surrounded my senses this day
static television and monitor screens
helpfully covered my eyes
moments stood as unrolled dices
the dearest rested
patience glimpses
hopefully will be better

'kita berpuasa sebelum datangnya hari raya'
in my simple english meant
'we thus abstein before realising the celebrations'

* chilled to this;
No Doubt - Don't Speak
~ written words below..

You and me We used to be together Everyday together always I really feel That I'm losing my best friend I can't believe This could be the end It looks as though you're letting go And if it's real Well I don't want to know Don't speak I know just what you're saying So please stop explaining Don't tell me cause it hurts Don't speak I know what you're thinking I don't need your reasons Don't tell me cause it hurts Our memories Well, they can be inviting But some are altogether Mighty frightening As we die, both you and I With my head in my hands I sit and cry Don't speak I know just what you're saying So please stop explaining Don't tell me cause it hurts (no, no, no) Don't speak I know what you're thinking I don't need your reasons Don't tell me cause it hurts It's all ending I gotta stop pretending who we are... You and me I can see us dying...are we? Don't speak I know just what you're saying So please stop explaining Don't tell me cause it hurts (no, no, no) Don't speak I know what you're thinking I don't need your reasons Don't tell me cause it hurts Don't tell me cause it hurts! I know what you're saying So please stop explaining Don't speak, don't speak, don't speak, oh I know what you're thinking And I don't need your reasons I know you're good, I know you're good, I know you're real good Oh, la la la la la la La la la la la la Don't, Don't, uh-huh Hush, hush darlin' Hush, hush darlin' Hush, hush don't tell me tell me cause it hurts Hush, hush darlin' Hush, hush darlin' Hush, hush don't tell me tell me cause it hurts
.. hush,
* have a good rest my darlin.

.. a new day of work starts tomorow,
~ what untold consequences will happen.

.. with guilt, he took a shot straight to da head close to da same time of..
5:32 PM

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

Eastern Road Trip Of Fascination

went a little overboard
the subjects as hanged on the camera mechanism
in the twenty-four hour ago in resolution

oblivious
in prices we head for an unknown destination
somewhere where guessed
she had known without a map nor compass
or even a sunny journey
over the underpass pedestrian we was
initially to head towards serangoon area
to find the illusive;

Komala Vilas Pte Ltd
South Indian Vegetarian Restaurant
76 - 78 Serangoon Road,
Singapore Tel : 62936980 - 62945294

for such an airconditioned oasis
dried from the humidity and cautiousness
a free space for advertisement in here

as we ate in muslim style
using our clean bare hands
instead using the usual forks and spoons
the tray was huge
shared on a banana leaf
neither too spicy nor mushy
of course the pictures couldn't be taken
because the meal had already been blissfully eaten

only the lemon brewed iced tea
were left as an advertising agent

ample time was noticed surprisingly
to travel to 'mustafa centre'
a mall full of random stuff
mountains and mountains of usages
a shelf-shopping oppotunity with the dearest
furthermore without cars and any vehicle licence

bet she's irritated quite possibly
by her boyfriend's antics
for the perfect film lighting
eventually was even tricked
posterised into standing next to the sign

now who was that evil photographer
nobody knows

not even me supposingly
in heading off to chinatown
in search of converse footwear discounts

the warm-hearted lady finally agreed
to be my favourite subject of the day

real proof evidence
from the top-left-handed corner
we've sidestepped in singapore's beijing
prelude to central singapura
geared from walking the long stretch
passed the many shophouses and jewelry stores

to the street of bugis
where our tiny legs
the journey for the footwear search
contiues passed the oceans and seas

the plentiful colours
surroundings of storewide mayhem
relaxations of an early dinner
in a second-storey chinese coffee shop

sliced fish and fried wanton was remembered
not even my occasional chopsticks professionalism
for the last one taken in a snap
and finally straight off to night-shift for me
a well-wished bag she then bought eventually

* from discounted footwear to a bag purchased,
~ a priceless connection..=)

.. with guilt, he took a shot straight to da head close to da same time of..
5:59 PM

Sunday, September 17, 2006

Bloody Virgins No More

my buddies are no more in purity of white
sinners from the fingers to the lips
they indulged on goat bones' soup

mary
had a little lamb
and the lamb was sure to go
to beach road in lavender
where army stuffs were gathered together

me,
Mr. Ang Wen Yong,
Mr. Wong Chun Haw,
spent our sunday afernoon.

they heaven't heard of this soup;
'Sup Tulang Merah',

in english meaning: 'Soup Of Bones In Red'.

in proper english meaning: ' Indian Style Goat Bones Soup'.

it was to these bunch of chinese guys,
finger-licking good.
shocked at the appearence
of the red liquidity of food.
plastic forks and spoons were basically introduced.

soon they got the hang of it,
we bloody rocked.

with sugarcane juice and barley,
at our sides.
the teacher is here,
confidence at hand.
" who's your daddy? "

believed at the point of this,
few last phrases were mentioned by us;

* rest in peace mountain goat.
* bet we can't run after this.
* we see blood.
* how come the colour can't wash off my hands.
* luckily we ate the last piece of bread.
* before the wind flew our plate away.
* we see more blood.

the boys eventually got tired
of walking around the road of beach
with still the thoughts of the meat
fresh in their minds
saw some wacky bangladeshi workers
before the entrance before the bridge
after the immigration building
dancing to the rhythm of their drums
pure entertainment
a few seconds of video was taken
via yours truly to be kept
as private amusement

we then head to the square of marina
the central of singapura
wasn't a surprise
it wasn't that crowded
due to the international convention
we became free advertisements

nescafe delegates
free coffee
free bitter milked coffee
in the central of marina

tested that 'ipod nano' is better
then 'creative nano'
exploring the space even further
we manage to stumble
into the basement of raffles city
the 'marketplace' as it was called
weird but true

in an area called 'burger king',
a fastfood outlet,
the burger was bigger then the size of my palm.
such happening stuff realised

best recorded on this special day.
because not everyday is sunday.

Mr. Lee Kehin,
guessing you're still,
a little white virgin right?

~ cheer-up ok,
you're next on my list old pal.

* where was the significant other half all along?
~ the whereabouts of his missed flu-infested dearest.

* in his mind all the time,
~ hoping she's had a good rest during these rare weekends.
.. zzZ.

.. with guilt, he took a shot straight to da head close to da same time of..
10:19 PM

Saturday, September 16, 2006

Naked Fingers Melted Cream

fishes and chips of the west
teriyaki japanese cuisine
point of east in the banquet

waffles
were given with every purchase
in the downtown east
yummy melt-chocalatey goodness
earlier in the bus she was
spent with half a day out and half a night-shift
moments priceless and the fudge was chewy
in the afternoon before

realised something in the twilight
that caffeine had zero tolerance on me
three packets of coffeeshop
ice-coffee with additional milk
and still nothing
the eyelids refused to open
so had two more
double latte plastic light
classic mocca
and still the petty crimes
wouldn't get any lesser
sleepless isn't an issue
it's all about the caffeine

.. hooked on curry puffs with sardine fillings.

.. with guilt, he took a shot straight to da head close to da same time of..
5:07 PM

Thursday, September 14, 2006

A Shot Closer To Comfort

it was such a unreasonable deed
by me truly felt terrible
for being thirty minutes too late

bang

as he was straight
shot to silence
by the adorable forgiving lady
both aged neither less then twenty
and four hours ago
in the evening before

technically unavoided things after;

* while picking up the bored girlfriend,
~ thou shalt not be late.

* there's a realisation if that ever happens,
~ thou shalt explain first then apologise later.

* explaination requires before and after process,
~ thou shalt have to elaborate in finer details.

* a simple call is worth crossing a bridge once,
~ thou shalt affirm before blinded assumptions.

* when she's patient enough to forgive,
~ thou shalt not repeat apologising.

* a final lesson to be learnt,
~ thou shalt have to adjust the time at hand.

.. either then everything
that's been spilled milk,
enough's been typewritten..

* truly felt a tint-closer to her..=)

.. with guilt, he took a shot straight to da head close to da same time of..
11:32 PM

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Just A Couple Of Days Worth Of Scratches

kittens are cute
cats are horrible
especially if wrongly handled by yours truly

innocent
at times cats may look cuddly
try handling one
when a cat's just been found
by some helpfull kid
who's being too considerate enough
to send in a feisty one
as a police report to be secured by me
it had a pink collar
but the scratches it gave ain't so pink
a sudden nightmare of doing night-shift

had the second day of the week
to relax and drift
went with the significant other half
for a slight trip to the big screen
monster house
at the house of shaw
as it may be
the house had ultra-comfortable seats
it was a chilled-day out
cheesy
half semi-lunch
half semi-dinner
semi-breezy eventually

monsters-lookalike at night

why seeing your face everyday wouldn't be sickening to me?

* because there's many girls outside are just distracting being pretty,
~ while you're just beautiful enough to gaze upon.

* because each day is as precious as it's being spent,
~ while the future is unpredictable as it is.

* because the pictures of you,
~ won't have a mind of their own to converse with.

* because sickness isn't due to looking at the face,
~ scientists' conclusion to how the body can withstand viral attacks.

* because as distracted as a gemini,
~ there's something about you which couldn't be kept unnoticed.

* because there's even many reasons to think of being creative,
~ face the fact that look is unavoidable.

The Pink Spiders - Modern Swinger
* lyrics below..

she's out of luck and out of hope and out of cigarettes misunderstood with naked pictures on the internet her social deviance is teasing me I know what I want and I'm really gonna really let her know that I like her but I just don't care enough to fool around with love yeah my baby's pretty as a car crash sexy as the stinger of a hornet in your arm just another modern swinger screaming catch me if you can with a cigarette in hand and it's love it's heavy and it hurts and it's love strung out on blow she doesn't know why she's not feeling good dropped out of school and now she's moving out to Hollywood her reckless decadence is taking things a little too far and I'm really gonna really let her know that I like her but I just dont care enough to fool around with love yeah my baby's pretty as a car crash subtle as a splinter yeah my baby's smooth as sandpaper warm just like the winter screaming catch me if you can with a cigarette in hand and it's love it's heavy and it hurts and it's love staring at my shoes thinking of something to say but nothing's better than what silence is saying when every time I turn around she's always looking away it's just the nature of the game that we're playing And I think I'm tapping out, I think I'm gonna skip the title bout yeah my baby's pretty as a car crash sexy as the stinger of a hornet in your arm just another modern swinger screaming catch me if you can with a cigarette in hand and it's love it's heavy and it hurts and she's yeah my baby's pretty as a car crash subtle as a splinter yeah my baby's smooth as sandpaper warm just like the winter screaming catch me if you can with a cigarette in hand and it's love it's heavy and it hurts and and she's yeah my baby's pretty as a car crash sexy as the stinger of a hornet in your arm just another modern swinger screaming catch me if you can with a cigarette in hand and it's love it's heavy and it hurts and it's love

.. because it's just love.

* she was as seriously, pretty lovable in pink.

.. with guilt, he took a shot straight to da head close to da same time of..
3:26 PM

Monday, September 11, 2006

A Late Caption Revisited

checked the calendar today
11th September 2006
in my mind remembered attacks 9-11

terrorism
in this huge world
in my mind believe
is too huge for world peace
to err is human
to forgive is divine

hmm..
which nonscence did that came from?

back to reality,
as the world gears for;
International Monetary Fund And World Bank Convention.
here in my sunny hometown of Singapura.
the fears are of a much nearer,
then really expected close.

my colleagues,
my friends,
especially those with famillies,
that are being deployed at this very moment.
hope nothing happens.

and especially to my dearest,
seven days,
a week of work,
rest early if possible,
less sightseeing of your favourite television clips.

* night-shift today for me.

~ eyes wide open nightmares of in the car asleep.

another classic randomness;
Neutral Milk Hotel - In the Aeroplane Over the Sea
.. lyrics,

What a beautiful face I have found in this place That is circling all round the sun, What a beautiful dream that could flash on the screen in a blink of an eye and be gone from me soft and sweet Let me hold it close and keep it here with me. And one day we will die and our ashes will fly from the aeroplane over the sea, But for now we are young let us lay in the sun, And count every beautiful thing we can see, Love to be in the arms of all I'm keeping here with me. What a curious life we have found here tonight, There is music that sounds from the street, There are lights in the clouds, Anna's ghost all around Hear her voice as it's rolling and ringing through me, Soft and sweet How the notes all bend and reach above the trees. Now how I remember you, How I would push my fingers through your mouth to make those muscles move That made your voice so smooth and sweet, And now we keep where we don't know All secrets sleep in winter clothes With one you loved so long ago now he don't even know his name. What a beautiful face I have found in this place that is circling all round the sun When we meet on a cloud I'll be laughing out loud, I'll be laughing with everyone I see, Can't believe how strange it is to be anything at all.
.. classic 1998 relaxation.

.. zzZ.

.. with guilt, he took a shot straight to da head close to da same time of..
10:29 AM

Saturday, September 09, 2006

Dense Analysations

not a picture to describe it all
realisations that happened is the supervisor's saying
you're actually smarter then how you perceive

truth

a once in a lifetime episode
of fetching my lady from her workplace

somebody had to cross the overhead bridge twice
while the other was just late more then once
due to the bus to
either head for the north or east
for a quick trip to the library straightaway
in the point of compass area

from the day before
and just night-shift after a couple of dreams asleep

the trip was semi-relaxing to be true
just a seat away

a gorgeous auntie in a bus flagged by;

* me, to lend her my handphone.
* me, because her handphone's gone flat.
* me, her love.
* me, her child-lookalike.
* me, for directions to chinatown.

.. when my real love was just beside me,

* enough said;
Snow Patrol - Run
~ lyrics..

I'll sing it one last time for you Then we really have to go You've been the only thing that's right In all I've done And I can barely look at you But every single time I do I know we'll make it anywhere Anyway from here Light up, light up As if you have a choice Even if you cannot hear my voice I'll be right beside you dear Louder louder And we'll run for our lives I can hardly speak I understand Why you can't raise your voice to say To think I might not see those eyes Makes it so hard not to cry And as we say our long goodbye I nearly do Light up... Slower slower We don't have time for that I just want to find an easier way To get out of our little heads Have heart my dear We're bound to be afraid Even if it's just for a few days Making up for all this mess

.. both of us should quit our day-jobs for this.

~ giving day-to-day directions to nice old people for free,
* just you and me, my dear.

.. with guilt, he took a shot straight to da head close to da same time of..
8:24 AM

Thursday, September 07, 2006

Perfect Confidentiality Of Drafted Perceptions

it's just distracting thinking about it
the unsuccessfulness of being accepted in a polytechnic institution
the sudden letter of review of a year's application to be in blue uniform

excellence

independance's somehow of a low impedance
just felt at times resisting sensitivity
negativity was felt throughout the night
hours ago sleepless
and the future's silent still

.. dreams versus logic,
laziness versus capabilities.

.. simpy hate these semi-divided feelings;
* would any higher-institution in learning accept me?
* does it require a change in individual mindset?
* would my studies' concentration come after actually at work?
* private studies in a local industry?
* rational issues against monetary interests?

~ enough said.

.. 'borrowed' from year 2006 on 6th of September's moment-of-glory.
~ a proud piece of 'space' in my blog for the humble lady,
.. who just achieved the 'certificate of merit'.

* may more success in her days to come.
* businesswoman extraordinaire in the making.

theme song for the day; Good Charlotte - The World Is Black
.. lyrics.

Turn on channel seven at a quarter to eight You see the same damn thing it's just a different day and No one really knows why this is happening But it's happening And everywhere you go it's just a different place You get the same dark feeling See the same sad faces No one really cares that this is happening We come into this world And we all are the same In that moment there's no one to blame But the world is black And hearts are cold And there's no hope That's what we're told And we can't go back It won't be the same Forever changed By the things we've seen, seen Living in this place it's always been this way There's no one doing nothing so there's nothing changed And I can't live when this world just keeps dying It's dying People always tell me this is part of the plan That God's got everybody in His hands But I can only pray that God is listening Is He listening? We're living in this world Growing colder everyday Nothing can stay perfect now I see But the world is black And hearts are cold And there's no hope That's what we're told And we can't go back It won't be the same Forever changed By the things we've seen, seen, seen We come into this world And we all are the same And in that moment there's no one to blame But we're living in this world Growing colder everyday Nothing can stay perfect now I see The world is black And hearts are cold There's no hope That's what we're told And we can't go back It won't be the same Forever changed By the things we've seen, seen, seen Turn on channel seven at a quarter to eight You see the same damn thing it's just a different day And no one really knows why this is happening

.. a small step, a day, at a time i guess.

~ patience anuar, patience.

.. with guilt, he took a shot straight to da head close to da same time of..
8:12 AM

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

A Child Taken Away

crocodiles didn't
of all things that took him away
was just a humble stingray

indulgence
i love sesame street.
watched that show since there's nothing on.
realised that it's getting much more lively,
yet, too much distractions with many colours.
compared to the times,
when i watch it as a baby.
ahakz.
im serious ok.

actually the point of this blog,
a special tribute to the 'Crocodile Hunter', Steve Irwin.
who passed away yesterday; 'story here'
please put '(tu)' in your msn nick as a sign of respect,
in the icon of a turtle.
silently another childhood icon gone.

Pink - Who Knew
~ lyrics..

You took my hand You showed me how You promised me you'd be around Uh huh That's right I took your words And I believed In everything You said to me Yeah huh That's right If someone said three years from now You'd be long gone I'd stand up and punch them up Cause they're all wrong I know better Cause you said forever And ever Who knew Remember when we were such fools And so convinced and just too cool Oh no No no I wish I could touch you again I wish I could still call you friend I'd give anything When someone said count your blessings now For they're long gone I guess I just didn't know how I was all wrong They knew better Still you said forever And ever Who knew Yeah yeah I'll keep you locked in my head Until we meet again Until we Until we meet again And I won't forget you my friend What happened If someone said three years from now You'd be long gone I'd stand up and punch them out Cause they're all wrong and That last kiss I'll cherish Until we meet again And time makes It harder I wish I could remember But I keep Your memory You visit me in my sleep My darling Who knew My darling My darling Who knew My darling I miss you My darling Who knew
.. i miss u.

* tomomorow's patrol, dreaded night shifts..=)

.. with guilt, he took a shot straight to da head close to da same time of..
3:52 PM

Monday, September 04, 2006

A Pillow In Revision

today's the day after
the 3rd of september
my deployment is over

ticking
of the alarm clock
meant that today's
going to be the start of
two wonderful days of practically nothing to do

as recalled,
being in static deployment;
before the island of Batam in Tanah Merah Ferry Terminal.
opened my eyes to the wider spaces of boredom.

let's say it together shall we;
'police crowd control'

actually it meant was;
'how do we control ourselves during the long hours'

.. we can't.

~ eventually the crappy child in us,
slowly takes control of individual rationality..

* the guys read magazines meant for females.
* newspapers are being appreciated for their text.
* procrastinated from life to relationships to death.
* lame jokes are concluded as truly hilarious.
* we played hide-and-seek with the supervisor.
* foot patrols are worshipped as an exercising tool.
* cigarette smokers found their heavenly spots.

.. hmm, adults'-side-of-boredom.

due to that adjustment week;

* exercise is much needed and realised.
* watch is not cool especially digital ones.
* time couldn't be wasted in 16 hours.
* spent some precious moments with her.
* my english spelling had deteriorated due to neglect.

here's a classic song to summarise it all up..
~ Eagles - Hotel California
* lyrics..

On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim I had to stop for the night There she stood in the doorway; I heard the mission bell And I was thinking to myself, 'This could be Heaven or this could be Hell' Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way There were voices down the corridor, I thought I heard them say... Welcome to the Hotel California Such a lovely place Such a lovely face Plenty of room at the Hotel California Any time of year, you can find it here Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes bends She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat. Some dance to remember, some dance to forget So I called up the Captain, 'Please bring me my wine' He said, 'We haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine' And still those voices are calling from far away, Wake you up in the middle of the night Just to hear them say... Welcome to the Hotel California Such a lovely place Such a lovely face They livin' it up at the Hotel California What a nice surprise, bring your alibis Mirrors on the ceiling, The pink champagne on ice And she said 'We are all just prisoners here, of our own device' And in the master's chambers, They gathered for the feast The stab it with their steely knives, But they just can't kill the beast Last thing I remember, I was Running for the door I had to find the passage back To the place I was before 'Relax,' said the night man, We are programmed to receive. You can checkout any time you like, but you can never leave.

.. might never see them ever;
due to difference in our schedules, great while it lasted.
the jokes, the enlightenment,
* one cherished memory.

.. the darling of his was so terribly missed,
~ a tiny bit more then usual, hope she feels better..=)

.. with guilt, he took a shot straight to da head close to da same time of..
10:29 AM

Saturday, September 02, 2006

Bad Dreams Aside

the food they gave us was great
.. each day there's at least a fishball in it
but the chilli's still the same tiny portion

nightmares
while being asleep

dreamt was still at work
it happens so opposite of reality
in my dream; behind the counter reporter.
instead of typing in the computer,
with a pen wrote on a piece of paper.
awoken up with a papercut in the calm slumber.

* Jiemin Primary School.
* Northland Secondary School.
* ITE West Dover (now known as; ITE College West Dover).

first day of september's teachers' day,
we all know.
for simple reasons of
caught in national service
and dead ex-classmates who could not be bothered or forgotten.
the celebration of actual spiritual visits to our past schools,
will be postponed to next year i guess.

checked the calendar in my dusty handphone.
is it september already?
time seems so twisted,
one moment you're happening in august.
and the next,
the start of a brand new day out of september.

the dearest's
having flu while part-timing in her holidays.
hope she feels better as soon as possible.
the nose-blocked apple of my eye,
who kept the doctor away with just using tissues.

the theme song of this month,
Green Day - Wake Me Up When September Ends
* here's comes the lyrics..

Summer has come and passed The innocent can never last wake me up when september ends like my fathers come to pass seven years has gone so fast wake me up when september ends here comes the rain again falling from the stars drenched in my pain again becoming who we are as my memory rests but never forgets what I lost wake me up when september ends summer has come and passed the innocent can never last wake me up when september ends ring out the bells again like we did when spring began wake me up when september ends here comes the rain again falling from the stars drenched in my pain again becoming who we are as my memory rests but never forgets what I lost wake me up when september ends Summer has come and passed The innocent can never last wake me up when september ends like my father's come to pass twenty years has gone so fast wake me up when september ends wake me up when september ends wake me up when september ends
.. i truly need a good sleep these days really.
~ suddenly remembered somebody out there turns 19,

^ sorry guys, this few weeks abit buzy.
.. a ferris wheel hopefully was sent,

* we all know it ain't
.. equals to bunjee jumping from a cliff when depressed.

* have a nice september ok, do get well soon my dear juliz..=)

.. with guilt, he took a shot straight to da head close to da same time of..
12:27 PM

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