Monday, April 30, 2007
Life is so bloody complicated
the most obvious things are usually so hard to do
why?
parting might be the answer and yet it dosent seem to be so
do one and regret
do another and still its wrong
both wrong and right
making things better is really a naive thing to say dont you think?
there is no sharing of the blame
there is no such thing
there is nothing we can do except accept and live on
who we are is just that
who we are
there are things that we can change and things that are just in-built
i dont know what things are this way
they just are
i mean its not that i am a complicated person
far from that
i am the most fucking simple person in the whole fucking lasalle
as DALLIAH once said..... im just too fucking literal
dont you think so?
loyalty is important
honor:?
voicing out
am i prideful?
over confident?
love fights (fist)
i love to enjoy the good fucking life
clubs ktv night time outings ect...
am i that much different?
am i wrong to have a taste a lusting for the things that i had missed during those years?
am i evil
i dont know
.............
as i once wrote
heaven wont accept me coz im bad
hell wont take me coz the devil's afraid of me taking over
so watch out afterworld coz here the fuck i come
a sword in one hand fire in the other
heard a story today......
all i can say is jurong allan watch out u pussy
come east side and ill kill ya......
My mind's unweaving/
4:10 AM
Saturday, April 28, 2007
RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
you see i was just doing my thing lately
and this idea hit me
na.....
acutally
i have not idea what i am doing
BOOOOOOO
scared ya didnt i
My mind's unweaving/
9:33 PM
Chains
chains
chains
tying me up
chains
chains
chains
are they enough
they are so much fimiliar
they so much more than freedom
but that does not mean that they are right
they does not mean it is meant to be
chains
chains
chains
binding me
tainting me
changing me
My mind's unweaving/
1:54 AM
Sunday, April 22, 2007
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11:10 PM
Saturday, April 21, 2007
SLEEPLESS IN SINGAPORE
cant get to sleep though i am sick
cant get to sleep because of some comments got me thinking
i AM a bad guy perhaps
Empty within the knocks upon his heat echos into eternity
the beats heard arnt his heat's work
but the echos of distance
she longs for the silence to end
yet she pulls away
shuns what seems right
choosing only to see illusions
chasing smoke only to be mis-lead
My mind's unweaving/
2:05 AM
Friday, April 20, 2007
SICK IS AS SICK DOES
Went to Fi's today got some stuff done there
and at the beach....
headed back to rul's place to get our stuff and take some pics of the
3d project
my day is burned
thought i could do some work tonight
but im fucked sick
nose blocked
eyes red and tearing
perhaps im missing my home....
my true home....
lol
BULLSHIT
im sick till im talking crap....
Bed-time.....
life sucks when you are sick....
FARK
My mind's unweaving/
9:01 PM
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
GOTHIC
reach to me and i will set you free
he says as his tears begin to fall
how can you say that from high upon that cross
his legs weary
his arms sore still
bleeding from the nail wounds on his hands and feet
the stigma of bearing truth into the world
mocking him a serpent on the ground
slithers its way towards him
on its belly
anger it feels
as it draws closer to
curse me i shall taint you as i have tainted your kin
the serpent thinks
the man is silent
he remains that way
given his life for the world
yet it slays him
like a dog in the streets
laid to bare
for millions to see
what did he die for
why
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My mind's unweaving/
2:08 AM
Saturday, April 14, 2007
THE SADNESS
People change as i have said before
in this case a close friend
he was the best thing that ever happened to me in KBC
though he was not from my group
he showed me the ropes to kbc life
he thought me the rules the dos and do-nots
where and how to avoid detection while doing exercises in the bunk room
he even thought me accounts lessons !!!!!
under his tutorlage i scored A in most of my tests!
but now......
now
that person is gone.........
caught in the web that gangsters spin for themselves
unable to move further from where he now stands.............
future is ruined just for that....
my poor poor friend
what will become of you now
my heartaches at your loss of yourself
i cant believe that this could happen to you
you who thought me the value of christ in oneself
you who was the joker of the bunk
one who seemed to treasure life more than anyone else that i have ever known
i go now to meet you
on this day....
your birthday or perhaps its an earlier celebration of it.......
sad to say....
my heartaches friend.....
my heartaches...
My mind's unweaving/
10:02 PM
TO LEAVE OR NOT TO LEAVE THAT IS THE QUESTION
I've been with this group for ages it's become very much like a family to me. . . So much so that cannot see myself functioning without it. . . It was my life. . . It in some way still is . . . I just cannot see myself functioning without it. . . Those that know me well know that all that i am now is because of the road that i have walked. The bad and the good that i have gone through. . . In some way have made me who i am. . . Honor loyalty brotherhood the things i live for. Now they ask me if i am with them. They demand that i return to their ranks officially when they themselves have no right to do so . Being that they betrayed our rules themselves. . . My life is my shirt. . . But how am i to treasure that if it is not treasured by those who ask me to treasure it? I feel like i have been living a lie. Till this day i dream of the good old days. . When i think of this i really feel like shit . . . . My whole life is a lie. . . Who am i and what have i lived for. Where are the heroes of yesteryears. . . . . .
My mind's unweaving/
5:25 AM
Friday, April 13, 2007
Hate me now. . . Hate me forever hate me for all the things that i have done wrong. . . . . Lately i've been feeling this sense of uselessness. . . It's as if the world has become much colder. Meaningless existance my bane . A life that i had longed for no longer means as much as it meant to me . . . . . The deeper i think into things the more i come to understand myself. . The more i come to understand myself the more i fear myself. . . Not the fear of what i might be or what i have been. But rather of who i am now. Living in this life that i loath. Where am i now. . . . I wonder to myself. . . . Questions that never seem to be answered. . . A deep sense of loathing i feel now. Maybe i should just take my life now. . End it once and for all. . . Underneath my smiles i cry. . . . Can somebody hear me? Or is this just like prison. . . People people all around but not a soul to share with
My mind's unweaving/
2:56 AM
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
THE ONE WHERE IM SUPER PISSED OFF
i dont know what you want with me already
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ya perhaps i'm not a good boyfriend
but you know this by now.....
i cant read your mind
i cant do all the things that HE does
"i'm very disappointed in you" you said in an sms
i'm doing my work and your giving me all this negative comments
i told you im leaving around 7
and yet u still expect me to meet you?
you know that if i have the time i will meet you
what do you need me to do?
spell it out to you.....
do you think i can do that?
do you really?
i need to tell you
this choice that i made i stick to it no matter what
but how come it seems like you just cant forget what happened?
IF I TOLD YOU I LOVE YOU THEN I DO
is there anything else you want?
perhaps for me to quit school for u
perhaps to just fuck everything else for you?
in the past maybe i could do that
BUT NOW I KNOW WHAT I WANT
AND I WANT TO DO IT
YOU know how much school means to me
these few days are gonna be very hard on us
i know that and you know that
i warned you already
PLEASE SPARE A THOUGHT FOR ME....
how am supposed to get work done when im in such a mood?
My mind's unweaving/
6:57 PM
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
THE ONE WHEN WE JUST CAME BACK FROM WORK
Cher's studio was THE BOMB!!!!
Got tons of work done....
tons more tooo....
it was so great that we decided on going back tomorrow
going back to more work...
its so motivational there
i finished like 3 drawings in the first day
3 more mini stuff in my sketch book
planned the external projects and internal ones too
got my clay done....
wow
it was so beautiful there....
the evening and morning jogs there was really......
theres just no words to describe it....
i'll take a picture or two the next time round,,,,,
My mind's unweaving/
11:15 PM
Thursday, April 05, 2007
Just kidding about the money thing not the 2 gals thing..........
Just to list my buddies!!!!!
CHER
PO
NA
WRUL
DYA
And my Bros
RUDZZZZ
ALAN
FI
FUWEN
and many many more...............
You've been such a great joy to be around
Esp. since i came out of prison....
i needed a hand to hold
you guys gave me both hands and both feet.....
some did strangle me..... (only one la....im talking about u NA)
you pushed me to my limit (work limit la...Wrul)
some gave me a listening ear...(NA PO CHEr WRUL RUDZ)
some irritated me ... (FI only u)
some kept me company drinking and smoking (FUwen and RUDz)
some allowed me to irritate them (Dya and all the rest.... )
Huiting u are also included la
still have not forgotten ya!!!!! lol
pllz stop with the depressing msn nicks.........
My mind's unweaving/
11:54 AM
MISTAKEN JUDGEMENT
Theres something that i have to say
actually...... i dont know how to put it
its gotta do with some mis-conceptions that my blog might bring up
YES i am still attached to my girlfriend
Yes we did for some reason break up
but now we're back together
theres has been a mighty misunderstanding between me and her
and to be serious i think i know where the misunderstanding comes from
im quite good friends with many gals in the class
as many of you might know by now...
being half "gay" and all
but really la....
sorry for all the stupid misunderstandings
especially to ya... you know who you are.........
and to my gf.... eh !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
im with u lo....
i dont do the 2 girls at one time thing.....
(not enough cash for that!).......
(pssssssstttttttttttt just kidding la!)
My mind's unweaving/
11:47 AM
Tuesday, April 03, 2007
Theres something that keeps eating me up inside
a horrible feeling everytime i see something happen
is it me or do i feel cold
cold shoulder
cold stares
cold everything
I'M SORRY
yeah like that helps
it dosent ...does it?
My mind's unweaving/
1:09 AM
Monday, April 02, 2007
DIRECTIONS
2 to make 2 to break 2 so different but with the same intent dark versus light humour versus woe the colors so different one like that off the sun vibrant and joyful. Seen nothing but the joys of life the other dark like sin itself born of the evil in men. Obvious intentions shows but not understood nothing seem to be right. Chaotic emotions tears tear the fabric of hearts nothing will be right nothing ever the same. Sanity preserved by silence but will this silence last when a heart bleeds for truth . Ignorance is bliss the wise man once said. I say better dead than the holder of a heavy heart. The release the gentle slicing of a wrist so simple an action so simple yet so extreme . A Release to the silent beholder and the beholded. . . Tempting it is to sit so close to the knife. Feel its twistion on the heart bleeding with every beat it makes. Some how the darkness seems to consume. . . Consume me with thy embrace devil for i no longer long for life. . . I am you or what you have created me to be. Nothing more than a creature of the night. A degenerate a freak of life longing for that eternal peace in the darkness of the night
My mind's unweaving/
7:37 PM