we cannot change the cards we are dealt,
just how we play the hand.
Thursday, February 26, 2004
5:17 PM
Stag
i have never been so lonely. so alone.
being stuck in the sub-sub-suburbs with a 10 Kbps dialup connection doesn't help. even with a decent connection, the probability that my fuckfujitsu laptop hangs is as much as a putaya prostitute getting aids. and not being able to surf porn doesn't help.
but beneath every thunderstorming twisterbreaking cyclone-inspiring cloud lies a silver lining, and melbournians are a pretty friendly lot. and a friendly, pretty lot too. i took to the slopes outside my house each day, to let off some pent up energy and the neighbourhood's spewing with bahgesis.
alas, little did they do to disprove the fact that big boobs come at the expense of their hardware interface.
"hey mate, i've been seeing you run for the past 2 days. where ya from?"
"oh hi. i'm from singapore"
"ooh. cool. why ya so fair then? been staying indoors really often ain't ya. the sun's good ya know, really shines up ya life."
i would have sworn then my eye brows were on the verge of disappearing into my forehead.
"but i ain't that fair you know."
"ain't sin-a-poor part of india?"
thank god for the little these that spice up life about in here.
the voices in my head-
Tuesday, February 24, 2004
3:40 AM
Burp
you people must think i've been an angry man for the past 2 weeks, with a terribly monstrous post followed by an acrimonious silence.
funny how events turn.
i escaped 4000 miles away to the downunder with 6 beautiful creatures, and of course, it would be a lie to say all was smooth sailing and everything was orgasmic but in a nutshell, the past 2 weeks have been m.a.g.i.c.a.l
perhaps tomorrow i would blog about each day, by the hour, by the minute..
but right now, i'm still digesting the fact that these 6 beautiful creatures have left for home a week earlier than i, and i'm stuck amongst the koalas and kangarooes.
and its terribly lonely.
almost like a lonesome burp after the feast of king arthur.
the voices in my head-
Friday, February 06, 2004
5:01 AM
Don't
oh, so you think you want to hear my side of the story here?
you know what you did.
and i hope you know what you lost.
the voices in my head-
Wednesday, February 04, 2004
9:12 AM
Believe
there are so many things i used to believe in.
i used to believe i was an unperfectionist. i would screw the world tipsy topsy with my pesky self and so one fine day things happened and i told myself that things would have to change, that things must change. and so they did.
and then i knew i was a perfectionist.
there were times i would set off an hour to ensure punctuality. there were times i would pluck each flower to make sure they had the same number of petals. there were times i would spend hours arranging my books in the way they were arranged in the beginning, book atop book, pile aside pile. there were times i would drink three cans of coke in a row because thirteen wasn't a lucky number and i loved ten.
but of course, the things i believed change time after time. i rid my silliness for a bit of wit and tit, but till today some things never change.
i'm still a bit of a shy wuss who doesn't get rejected cos i've no guts to initiate anythings, and i'm still a bit of that arrogant prick who doesn't get laid down cos i've no bit of a humility to shelve my pride.
how unfortunate. the whole world embraces my growth but my lover.
i watched peterpan today. fairy tales have happy endings, don't they?
but wendy believed in love. and peter believed in fairies.
i choose to grow up.
the voices in my head-
Sunday, February 01, 2004
10:39 AM
On Ones
you don't live. nor do i, for it is now in me that i hardly desire to live.
rather, i yearn to love and embrace, then live incidentally.
today, i had a curious thought.. that it is only when i see people looking daffy that i realise just how much you love them.
the voices in my head-
On Twos
just for the record,
allow me to stir up your hormonal glands, for i saw a pussy in estrus today...
since the best things in life come in twos.
the voices in my head-
i love my girl. a love so beautiful, symmetrical, tangible
God loves me. a love so great, unconditional, real.
my life in a nutshell. working towards loves of sorts. beautiful, symmetrical, tangible, great, unconditional and real.
a page, deliberately left blank.
Love is patient, love is kind.
It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
It is not rude, it is not self-seeking.
It is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth.
It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails.
I Corinthians 13:4-8
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