The Fat Spencer's Gym

Two Nipples on My Ears

2006-07-18T10:00:00.000-07:00

Songs currently on my playlist.
Fall Out Boy-A Little Less Sixteen Candles
Paula Deanda feat. Baby Bash-Doing Too Much
Jason Mraz-Geek In The Pink
Snow Patrol-You're All I Have
Teddy Geiger-For You I Will
Beyonce-Deja Vu
Black Eyed Peas feat Jack Johnson-Gone Going
Bow Wow feat. Ciara-Like You
Bubba Sparxxx feat. Ying Yang Twins-Miss New Booty
Cassie-Me And You
Fall Out Boy-Dance Dance
Eminem-Shake That
Field Mob feat. Ciara-So What
Gnarls Barkley-Crazy
Frankie Jordan-Once Again
Chingy feat. Tyrese-Pullin' Me Back
Panic! At The Disco-I Write Sins Not Tragedies
Jeannie Ortega feat. Papoose-Crowded
3LW-Feeling You
Lil Jon-Snap Ya Fingers
Mariah Carey feat. Snoop Dogg-Say Something
Mary J. Blige-Be Without You
Ne-Yo-So Sick
Ne-Yo-When You're Mad
Nick Lachey-What's Left Of Me
Orson-No Tomorrow
Paul Wall-Girl
Fort Minor-Where'd You Go
Pharrell Williams feat. Gwen Stefani-Can I Have It Like That
Pink-Stupid Girls
Saving Jane-Girl Next Door
Sean Paul-Temperature
Skye Sweetnam-Tangled Up In Me
Click Five-Catch Your Wave
The Fray-Cable Car
T-Pain-I'm In Love With A Stripper
Chris Brown-Yo Excuse Me Miss
Shakira-Hips Dont Lie

And PUSSYCAR DOLLS... Damn... Beep,Stickwitu,Buttons.

Vespa 2MT

2006-07-07T20:41:00.000-07:00

Frankie J and Baby Bash.
They're in Obsession.

Geeks Dont Lie

2006-06-11T02:20:00.000-07:00

I wanna backpack around the world.
With the loved one.
Till eternity.

Irony

2006-05-13T08:27:00.000-07:00

"Sir, are we going to die..?" the private asked ruefully.
"I dont have the faintest idea.." the reply ensued.
"What do you think, sergeant?"
"Die? Fcuk you." the sergeant bellowed.

The universal rounds. Bang bang bang bang bang... Endless rounds.
Woah.

Whenever you prone or harbour, it's the moment for... fantasizing...
Seasoned Singaporean Soldier.
Whenever you whined about ants or wtf pests...
Incapacitated Singaporean Soldier.
Whenever you gossip about some new cunts you found...
Adept Singaporean Soldier.

My PC told me,"It is in your moments of decision that your destiny is shaped, private."
NBCCB, LP...
Quoted from Anthony Robbins..
Try impersonate as some smart alec..

Officers and sergeants... whos better?

Von Dutch's Male

2006-05-06T07:43:00.000-07:00

I love Von Dutch.
I am a plausible gentleman.

Have you ever been muffled, like in situations when you encounter someone... someone you covet.. like sometime ago..

Hence, I hate Von Dutch.
A gentleman? Pui...

Neill's Sorrows

2006-04-30T01:43:00.000-07:00

It's an outlandish feeling, like an outcast.
Where can i go?

Too many questions.

I dedicate the song, 'Gone-going' by Black Eyed Peas, feat. Jack Johnson to u'all.
Wish me luck.

Departure Hall

2006-03-10T03:46:00.000-08:00

Going to Taiwan, never to return.

Chapter Six

2005-11-28T13:24:00.000-08:00

There is no chapter six, but there is a letter within Knight Davion's Closet.

_____________________________________________________________________
Dear Princess,
I dreamt. I dreamt of you looking into my face, your eyes raw with tears, and you said,"I keep trying to like you, Davion, but I cant...","I never want to see you again."
I know I'm not perfect. But at least I'm human; at least i reach out to people- in my lazy, wastrel, dilettante way. Whereas you, at the first whiff of imperfection, reject the very people who love you best. Including me. I'm sorry you dont think much of me as a knight. It's good to know the truth after all these years. Your opinion will be a comfort as I try to finish my duty to the country with the least integrity and patriotism. Fortunately, I have faith in myself.

There is no certainty in the battlefield. I wouldnt blame you. I was a failure. A bum. I made you cry. "I never want to see you again." Well, fine. you wouldn't.
____________________________________________________________________

Maybe Knight Davion would return. Let fate and destiny make the decision.

Chapter Five

2005-10-22T18:52:00.000-07:00

The ships lumbered into the harbour on a foggy night, its rusty metal creaking with cold. General Nortrom, the French commander, stepped out of the commander ship, his eyes squinched with sleep. In the flesh General Nortrom was unprepossessing: squat, fortyish. Yet the sheen of success was upon him. His cheeks were plump and smooth, his coat uncreased, his body language subtly assertive. Along with General Nortrom was a temptestuous-looking young woman with slanting cats' eyes and a thrilling acreage of bare flesh, once again proving that the French are good with women.

Meanwhile, the English were preparing for the onslaught of the French. Knight Davion had ended up spending the few past nights on the training ground, among grey-faced soldiers slumped over their shields and swords and listless horses lying on the ground. It was a chilly night, and the hours passed in a fog of jumpy dreams, echoing commands and relentless internal voices that pursued him round and round. Nevertheless, his mind began to reminisce, about the princess, something he did not comprehend why.

Now Knight Davion was in this strange no-man's land in the sky, numbed by the life, sluggish from his life, dazed by his life, and he clearly knew that death would smile at him very soon, and he could just smile back. He just prayed that god would just grant him a wish, a wish that seemed impossible. He felt tired and sick at heart. He longed for oblivion, but the random scenes from the past few weeks played over and over in his head. He saw the princess bouncing on the four-poster gleefully hurling pillows, he heard her voice looming over his head. Most insistently of all, it was the stare from the balcony. A stare which he could never forget.

And he knew he would hav no chance to answer back.

Answers and explanations clamoured in his head, demanding expression. Knight Davion shifted this way and that on his seating position, edgy with frustration. Finally, he reached a conclusion. It was just a grave mistake.

However, a niggle of conscience told him that something about this was not quite right. But reality were now flooding back to him in a strong, stinging tide, filling him with rage and hopelessness.

He stood up to his feet, and then swinging his sword fiercely, with each swipe consisting of anger and rapture. Now he opened the floodgates, he needed to let his resentment towards reality rush and roar. He slashed, with a fierce, audible scratch of the sword into the air. He finally stopped and bit the end of his lips. And in that moment Knight Davion did reach down into the depths of himself. The seconds tolled past while his hand hovered, motionless. Then he slammed his sword, so hard that Knight Dwarven jumped in fright, and stared. Let him. He closed his eyes and sank his head back on the shield, which was acting as a headrest.

His mouth twisted with self-disgust. The real truth of life tore at his heart.

Knight Dwarven placed his hand on Knight Davion's shoulder, and heaved a sigh. "Davion, you are a nice chap. Sometimes we have to accept fate, because God is fair, he ripped on u sometimes, but he compensates u for what he had done. We have to face the French, not her."

Knight Davion reached out his big hand to smother the sand in his arms. He squeezed it in his fist, tighter and tighter, smaller and smaller.

He didnt blame her at all. He wouldnt.

To be continued...

Chapter Four

2005-10-15T03:45:00.000-07:00

A slow drumbeat began. Bong. Bong. Bong. Some maidens stopped what they were doing - and turned their faces wonderingly around. The drumbeat speeded up, and grains of rice began to shower onto the gravel road, a symbol of welcome and goodwill. The priests began to whirl and leap and stamp in a frenzied dance, while the falling rice caught the sunlight and sparkled like golden rain. It was a sight Knight Davion had never seen before.

The drum stopped abruptly. In the stark silence that followed, Knight Davion could hear the blood flowing in his ear. Into this silence stepped a male dressed in a saffron yellow loin cloth and carrying a wooden rake over one shoulder.

"He's Prince Thunderwrath, The heir to the throne of King of Scotland, isn't he charming?" Maiden Crystal muttered, fixing him with a slow burn look.

"Prince Thunderwrath?" Knight Davion enquired, feeling uneasy.

"Yeah, who were you expecting then, Priest Ezalor?" Maiden Crystal called back, giving him a baleful stare.

Knight Davion realised that Crystal Maiden smelt of make-up and sweat and excitement.

Peering at Prince Thunderwrath, straight white hair sprang from his forehead, the bare clothing revealed a rippled band of caramel skin, as charming as he was, Knight Davion pondered the purpose of his trip from Scotland.

The king raised his hand to signal for silence, and then capitulated with a sudden grin," I'm pleased to announce that Prince Thunderwrath, the Commander of the Northern Legion, the heir to the throne of Scotland, has arrived in our humble country. As many would have expected, Prince Thunderwrath will be marrying our very own Princess!"

There was an uproar of cheers and acclamation, shrieks of excitement rose above the general buzz, all except one.

Knight Davion stood rooted, suddenly realising that the Princess was squinting at him in a manner too familiar to him on the balcony. He immediately looked down, at the icy cold floor, and dazed by the sudden darkness and cold air in the hall.

Prince Thunderwrath was tall, athletic, masculine - all that stuff. Then there were those flashing blue eyes, that looked as if he had just thought of a marvellous idea or was about to make a joke. A fine young man like him will certainly brighten every woman's heart. Besides, the Commander of the Northern Legion had braved through wars and struggles, certainly earning many's respects and adore.

Knight Dwarven was chortling with laughter beside him, and with a cheesy grin on his face, he said," You're still a young lad, Knight Davion. I can see it - from your eyes."

Before Knight Davion could reply, the messenger scampered into the hall and exclaimed," The French had left the city of Dunkirk, and are heading towards Southampton, Here!"

To be continued...

Chapter Three

2005-10-09T10:21:00.000-07:00

Knight Davion took a tentative step into the Princess's room. Instead of the stale trapped air revolving in the castle, the air was instead streamed with fragrance, with a faint smell of polish rising from the wooden floor with its square of green carpet. He walked quietly and looked around him, feeling like an interloper. The painting hung on the walls exuded English confidence and calm, like a lush cultural oasis in the desert of gentility.

His attention was then caught by a large painting known as the Death of Love.

The picture depicts of a young man and a lady yielded together, with both in full, triumphant possession under a limitless sky, but the frowning eyebrows seem to tell otherwise. Knight Davion folded his arms and pursed his lips consideringly.

What is the secret of true love between a man and a woman, he wondered? Sex, certainly; romance, ideally, domestic stability, probably. With that, he could not come up with any more concepts, whatever it is, he hadn't found it yet. He rubbed his palms, suddenly cold in the winter air.

The princess was looking at him in puzzlement, " You have been so quiet from the beach, anything troubling you?"

Knight Davion just shot her a dazzling grin.

The princess frowned, and pouted," You are such an idiot."

Knight Davion could just shrug his shoulders helplessly.

He peered out of the window, with the blue afternoon shadows lay on the steep, wooded hillsides, the grass looking smooth and soft, and a dark, snaking line of pine and dogwood marked the course of the river. The country was beautiful, but exceptionally lonely. He suddenly blurted," Don't you feel neglected?"

The princess was taken aback, she squeezed her eyes tight shut and stammered," Get out of my room."

Knight Davion printed her eyes on her, knowing that he had crossed the line. He walked out of the room, saying goodnight, before letting the heavy door snick shut.

The princess let out a shaky sigh and blinked her eyes open.

To be continued...

Chapter Two

2005-10-05T17:57:00.000-07:00

The chapel was filling up. Above the dogged drone of the organ came the rustling, flapping, chattering, cawing sounds of gathering guests, with ladies adorned with brooches and priests and ministers buttoned tight into their waistcoats. Knight Davion stood alone by the side, with the commotion going by, as he had to ensure that all was in order, and beamed short-sightedly at the congregtion. He wondered, "Where's the princess?"

His thoughts were interrupted by a peremptory clinking of cutlery on glass, a signal for silence.

"Ladies and gentlemen, " the king began, surveying his guests with a benign smile. "I am a lucky man." There was a warm ripple of appreciation. "I have had the joy of watching my little girl grow up from a beguiling three-year-old into the charming young woman you see today. I remember..."

"Speeches," Knight Davion said curtly, a moment he dreaded most.

"Let the birthday party begin! Enjoy!"

The mood relaxed and the chatter resumed, but the princess was still nowhere in sight.

Knight Davion had a premonition, that the princess was in the vicinity. His eyes darted from one to another, but obviously to no avail.

Strangely, his heart led him to the beach. He had to climb a steep narrow track shrouded by vegetations, while the vegetation pressing close, closer, until he could barely discern the path, and jungly leaves batted his face and brambles scratching his pants. He was wondering whether to retrace his steps when he vaguely saw a figure fidgeting.

There she was, frolicking in the water, like a teenager void of childhood.

"Princess, you ought to go." Knight Davion gave her a broad smile.

"All right, but how do u know I'm here?" the princess asked, with the wind ruffling her hair.

"I... just know..."

"Hehe... well ok, let's go," she caught his eye and smiled. As she walked towards Knight Davion, the wind flicked her loosely white towelling robe and exposed a smooth, creamy leg.

Knight Davion clenched his eyes shut.

"Hehe, you must be a young naive knight." The princess snickered, and seized his hand and led the way back to the castle.

For a moment, memories kept pouring back into Knight Davion's mind.

To be continued...

Chapter One

2005-10-03T15:24:00.000-07:00

Knight Davion marched along winding dirt-and-gravel roads, past apple orchards and Christmas-tree plantations, past tiny white-steepled churches and lonely farmsteads with their big red barns and grazing cattle. His helmet did shade his eyes from the sun, but not from the sweltering summer heat. The castle was stil miles away.

At last they reached the end of the road, and he paused to catch his breath. A magnificient view unrolled in all directions. Within miles away, the sea was visible in a shimmering strip beyond a small cluster of trees. Across the valley, the castle lay tranquilly on top of the mountain. It bore resemblence to his hometown Newcastle, the quiet streets of the elegant townhouses, red brick with green trim, all the small secret playgrounds and hidden playgrounds and hidden gardens trailing ivy. However, his life was entrusted to protect this castle from this very moment. He took a deep breath, and marched on.

The interior of the castle was breath-taking. The furniture, the ornuments, all enthralled him. He squinted his eyes at an angular piece of painting that looked like some skank feeding faeces, and the maidens, the priests, wore a listless expressions on their faces. Knight Davion apprehended that life in the castle would be a distinctive one.

There was a flurry of footsteps, and a figure whirled through a big wall and towards the knights.

"Welcome knights, the elites serving me, I'm pleased to acknowledge ur loyalty and valor, and from this very moment, your lives will see a complete change," the king gestured, glowing and gorgeous.

"The French will be assaulting us shortly, and your service here will be remarked as honourable and patriotic," he snapped, "for glory and love, serve me and live."

Knight Davion wasn't impressed. The nigger of confidence eluded from the king was somehow, uncertain. He swerved his eyes around the castle, until a lady dressed in a white robe caught his attention.

She was charmingly posed on the couch, eyes gazing at the window. She had ripe flesh that swelled and bounced in the right places, and she was definitely self-possessed and alluring. Knight Davion was somehow warmed by her appearance, and even though the white silk robe masked her features, she was stil glaring in glamour as the lady stroked her hair in a tender gesture.

Knight Dwarven tugged Knight Davion, and whispered demandingly," What the fcuk are you looking at?"

Knight Davion stammered," Well, the couch over there."

Knight Dwarven sniggered, " A young lad you are, Davion. She's the princess."

To be continued...

Questionaire

2005-09-28T02:12:00.000-07:00

Qn: How old are you?
Ans: 18, can go jail.
Qn: What hobbies do you have?
Ans: Day-dreaming.
Qn: Do you like males or females?
Ans: Wad the fcuk.
Qn: Which actress do you fancy or hav a liking for?
Ans: None. I dont watch the goddamn tv.
Qn: How many ex do you have?
Ans: None.
Qn: How many girls have you kissed?
Ans: None.
Qn: Will you forsake your life for your dear one?
Ans: Yea... See who lo.
Qn: Are you attached?
Ans: No.
Qn: How many kids do you plan to have in the future?
Ans: The more the merrier.
Qn: What kind of girls do you fancy?
Ans: Charming ones?
Qn: Will you consider looks as the first priority?
Ans: No.
Qn: Have you ever cried over someone you fancy?
Ans: I... forgot...
Qn: Do you consider to be favoured by girls?
Ans: No. Why all the questions so fcuked up.
Qn: Do you take brotherhood or love in higher regards?
Ans: Anything. Your questions are so fcuked up.
Qn: Do you plan to get married?
Ans: How I know?
Qn: Does the matters of the heart troubles you much of the time?
Ans: Erm... No comments.
Qn: What's the most important factor you see in a girl?
Ans: The bonding.
Qn: What's the R&B song that can represent your heart?
Ans: Lloyd's Southside.
Qn: What's the Rock song that can represent your heart?
Ans: Blink 182's I Miss You.
Qn: What's the Country song that can represent your heart?
Ans: Keith Urban's Love Somebody Like You.
Qn: Do you consider yourself a playa?
Ans: I dont have the qualities.
Qn: Do you believe in fate?
Ans: Certainly.
Qn: Will you be faithful to someone you love?
Ans: I will... Certainly will.
Qn: Do you believe that you have already meet that someone in your life?
Ans: Yeah...
Qn: Is your heart fragile?
Ans: Duh.
Qn: Finally, are you happy now?
Ans: No.

Frankfurter

2005-09-15T23:19:00.000-07:00

The malice. The mischief. He hates, to the core. The endearment previously has shrouded him so much, that he took for granted. He esteemed the fact of undeniable trust, protection and love. All but a mist of lies.
A submerging sea of anger, fraud emerges.
The rules, the ideologies, he seemingly had no ascertainty of life.
Arose a demon, tearing his soul, ripping it, devouring it, refusing any clemency.
He pondered, took a puff, and asked God.

He staggered on in his life.
He couldnt distinguish between heartburn and ache.
His mind reminsiced, but the heart wouldnt approve of it.
He sought alcohols, the momentarily rapture was needed.

He staggered on, but the gates went shut.
The dimunitive form of life was no pressure, in contrary to the torment he knew.
Until someone,
took a wrench and fervently opened the gates.

He was keen to open it,
but he couldnt tuck his inferiority complexity.
The intimidation, was luring him back to staggering.

Any fleeting-fervent-faithless moment, was prominent.
He was perplexed,
He yearn to unclog his mind,
but his heart wasnt functioning anymore.

He busk in the beautiful shafts of moonlight,
reaching out to the sky.
He knew something,
His heart is dead.

Hurricane Katrina

2005-09-07T21:07:00.000-07:00

Stranded. Passive. In the lurch.

If you are reading this,
I have not been receiving my allowance for two weeks.

Help me out here.

18

2005-08-20T01:59:00.000-07:00

Thank you all.
Finally an age of sniffling glue, feeding weed, yankin' braids.
More cigarettes, alcohols to come.
Like thanksgiving day, acknowledgements have to be made.
Thank you sluts, for nourishing me with cheap alcohols.
Thank you four exquisite, alluring, prepossessing, ravishing ladies, 'boulder' shall fend baddies off for u all!
Thank you the rugby team, all the rucks and sidesteps were not in vain after all.
Thank you zabos, for the good times we had.
Thank you all for poling me... well... maybe not.
Thank you all for the spamming of messages, but valerie scolded me horrendous naughty boy lo, aint she one too. Lotsa quaint numbers. Wow.

18 indicates the birth of manhood, but death of childhood.
Well...

The Naked One

2005-08-19T00:05:00.000-07:00

I wish I can see ur smile everyday.

From,
Birthday Boy.

The Notebook

2005-08-14T10:47:00.001-07:00

Young Noah: It's not about following your heart and it's not about keeping your promises. It's about security.
Young Allie: What's that supposed to mean?
Young Noah: [yelling] Money. He?s got a lot of money!
Young Allie: You smug bastard. I hate you for saying that.
Young Noah: You're bored Allie. You're bored and you know it. You wouldn't be here if you weren't.
Young Allie: You arrogant son of a bitch.
oung Noah: Would you just stay with me?
Young Allie: Stay with you? What for? Look at us, we're already fightin'
Young Noah: Well that's what we do, we fight... You tell me when I am being an arrogant son of a bitch and I tell you when you are a pain in the ass. Which you are, 99% of the time. I'm not afraid to hurt your feelings. You have like a 2 second rebound rate, then you're back doing the next pain-in-the-ass thing.
Young Allie: So what?
Young Noah: So it's not gonna be easy. It's gonna be really hard. We're gonna have to work at this every day, but I want to do that because I want you. I want all of you, for ever, you and me, every day. Will you do something for me, please? Just picture your life for me? 30 years from now, 40 years from now? What's it look like? If it's with him, go. Go! I lost you once, I think I can do it again. If I thought that's what you really wanted. But don't you take the easy way out.
Young Allie: What easy way? There is no easy way, no matter what I do, somebody gets hurt.
Young Noah: Would you stop thinking about what everyone wants? Stop thinking about what I want, what he wants, what your parents want. What do YOU want? What do you WANT?
Young Allie: It's not that simple.
Young Noah: What... do... you... want? Whaddaya want?
Young Allie: I have to go now.

Alas

2005-08-11T22:57:00.000-07:00

My life is brilliant. My love is pure. I saw an angel. Of that I'm sure. She smiled at me on the subway. She was with another man. But I won't lose no sleep on that, 'Cause I've got a plan. You're beautiful. You're beautiful. You're beautiful, it's true. I saw you face in a crowded place, And I don't know what to do, 'Cause I'll never be with you. Yeah, she caught my eye, As we walked on by. She could see from my face that I was, Fcuking high, And I don't think that I'll see her again, But we shared a moment that will last till the end. You're beautiful. You're beautiful. You're beautiful, it's true. I saw you face in a crowded place, And I don't know what to do, 'Cause I'll never be with you. You're beautiful. You're beautiful. You're beautiful, it's true. There must be an angel with a smile on her face, When she thought up that I should be with you. But it's time to face the truth, I will never be with you.

If a sentence to summarise:
But we shared a moment that will last till the end.

Seven Swords

2005-08-08T21:31:00.000-07:00

Lifehouse said,
"Chu Zhao Nan and Green Pearl, like you and me."

The Sluts

2005-08-05T22:45:00.000-07:00

For the past few weeks, there were four homos in the house.
What the hell did we all do?
Taxi-ing. (Hehe.)
Cheeky-ing. (Sluts...)
Slurping. (For us boys never grow up.)
Crapping. (Hehe.)
Wading. (Gay.)

Basically, we were gym-maniacs.
We chastised one another with dumbbells and pacs.
Anyway, I conjecture the fact that Cheeky is a slut.
However, Yaoz is a bigger slut.
He is analogous to a shark in the pool, ready to snipe asses. Darn you.
But cheerios to the unanimity that Alexis is bimbotic.

The sausages, the buns, the juice.
The taxi was always in the nick of time.

The function room was the sluttest.
It prompts phantasm of people who shouldnt be inside there.
And Yaoz is seriously tantamount to a whore.
And a big one.
His mouth is as wide as a white downy ass.

We are all sluts.
Midgets waiting to grow up, but we'll never reach that day.

And where is the filipino maid?

Someday, Somewhere, Somehow

2005-07-30T01:47:00.000-07:00

Why are things always complicated?
Why are things always against our desires?
Why are things always depressing?

I dont have the answer.
So I hate you.

ALL HAIL THE KING

2005-07-21T01:07:00.000-07:00

In times of such turbulent uncertainty, change remains the only constant.
But alas! One has overridden that constant.
One has remained King through the very dawn of Time.

On the battle-table, He exudes an unnerving calmness that daunts opponents.
With a non-violent approach
He culls His enemies with sheer skill and precision.
With a can of AloeV on the edge of the table,
He sees nothing out of everything, and regards everything as nothing.

The King appears invincible.

Alas, again, that is not true.
Deep in His unfathomable heart He bleeds for one Woman.
His Queen.
He sees battle as a never-ending crusade-
to find His Queen once more-
the Queen who has left Him for so many reasons.
But His Love remains true and stout,
and He waits for that day-
the day She returns to His side.
Till then, life will be a mere pittance, unworthy of happiness.
It is lonely to be at the top-
with have no one to share they joy with.

All Hail Nelsonn the King.

This post is dedicated to Nelsonn, by Nelsonn.

Waterlogged In The Red Rain

2005-07-19T23:09:00.000-07:00

I bathed in the red rain, the feeling was staggering and astounding. I wondered if I ever felt an excruciating pain while bathing in that red rain.

I bathed in the red rain, and the red clouds cast a soothing feeling.

I bathed in the red rain, and because I drowned myself in the splattering of the raindrops, I also see how enlivening one can become.

I bathed in the red rain, because the red rain symbolizes my heart.

Beyond God-Like

2005-07-10T22:42:00.000-07:00

Four months.
Of erm... pick and go?
Yet now i ascertain i stil have the ability to sidestep through five men.
How jubilant.

Like it or not,
to step through five men weaves a portentous experience.

DJ Sammy

2005-07-02T00:42:00.000-07:00

Yesterday theme was the new hit by Pretty Ricky.
GRIND WITH ME!!!

I abhor pukes.
Not by me, but by others.

Da Vinci's Tears

2005-06-24T02:43:00.000-07:00

There was this man,
He was an actor.
Or should i say, he always takes the insignificant role.
He did not have the looks,
He did not have the charm,
He did not have the build,
He was just a trifling chap.
However, he endeavours to be better.
For dozens of movie productions,
All he was assigned for the role of a third party.
He did not take it to heart.
He did not lament or utter a single word of annoyance.
Then one day, a chance descended upon him.
He was called in for the lead actor role.
He did not rejoice.
He did not despair.
The role was configured to be a figure devastated by love.
The role depicts a teenager,
Shattered by dreams and thwarted by life,
Forsaken by hopes and dejected by love.
Someone who pursued his love one for eleven years,
Someone who believed in waiting.
Someone who set store on the fact that perhaps he will succeed,
No matter how trivial the chances are.

The show was a success.
The man's acting earned recognition.
When a reporter interviewed him,
He simply replied,
[That role is simple catered for me.
I just reflected what happened in my life.
I have waited for someone for years,
but she's married.
I wish she will be blissed.
And she will always be in my heart.
Always.
I will be waiting,
till eternity summons my life,
till my breath has ceased.
But my heart will continue to pound,
at least for her.
I promise...]

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2005-06-24T01:18:00.000-07:00

I have been imperious, pompous, nettling or vexing,
Just forgive me.
Door are bolted.
Just shut me in and let me fcuk my world.
I did not anticipate much in life,
Just let me have that piece of pie.

I hate myself.
I really hate myself.
I really really hate myself.
No matter who many hates would that be,
the hatred will engulfed me right to the ashes.

Perhaps this world is full of doldrums and dumps,
I just keep with the pace and live with it.

I just hate myself.
I really do.

The Longest Yard

2005-06-20T23:48:00.000-07:00

Aint about movies.
Aint about shitty pee.
I'm just a hustler, i'm a whore, a fcuking devastated one. Do me, get me laid.
Sorry, men just love to vent their frustration.

Soon, I'm gonna stomp off the ground, with my weak aegis against strong offensive aggression.
Beyond my battlements.
My aegis rusted, and the downing of depressant beer aggravated it.
Darn.
Never mind, with the victory flames engulfing me, I will slap their titties with no mercy.
Who are those wretched faggots?
Oh, combined poly...
Remember, I crap with no saliva.

Anyway my niggas and homos out dere, have a share of my screwed top hits.
1. Murphy Lee - Stomp
2. Nelly - Fly Away
3. Akon ft. Blewz - So Fly
4. Baby ft Lil Wayne - Get Your Shine On
5. C-Murder - Locked Up
6. Nelly - Errtime
7. C-Murder - Back Up
8. Mike Jones - Back Then
9. D12 - My Balls
10. Fat Joe ft Nelly - Get It Poppin
11. Taylor Made ft Nelly - Datz On My Mama
12. J-Kwon ft Petey Pablo - Get XXX'd
13. Lil Wayne - Shorty Bounce
14. T.I. - Bounce Like This
15. Chamillionaire ft David Banner - Talkin That Talk
16. Trillville - Infultrate
17. Xzibit - Criminal Set
18. 216 - You Should Know
19. Oowee ft Snoop Dogg - Why Cry
20. Lil Wyte - I Sho Will
21. W.C. ft Nelly - Whip Yo Ass
22. B.G. ft Homebwoi- Where Da At Remix
23. Master P ft Silk - Get The Party Crackin
24. Romey Rome ft 8Ball - In Da Club
25. Tweet ft 50 cents - Turn Off Da Lights Remix

Behind My Hazel Eyes

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Enfolding my arms around you,
I pulled the trigger.
The stars faded,
The moon evanesced,
But the image of you is still embalmed in my mind.
Sitting on the pivot of life,
Reaching out to the crestfallen sky,
I pulled the trigger again.

All I have to say, I'm sorry.
I killed two bunnies.

2005-06-12T18:33:00.002-07:00

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The Blissed Weds

A Lot Like Love

2005-06-10T08:57:00.000-07:00

A romantic comedy about romantic obstacles, the movie takes a fresh, sophisticated and entirely modern look at falling in love. Melvin Teo and ***** star as a pair of dynamic, diametrically opposed teenagers --Cheeky and ***** -- whose initial fateful meeting sets off sparks…then seems to go nowhere. Over the next six months, they continue to meet. But is their relationship simply a good friendship? Is it destined to be yet another romantic disaster? Or is what they have between them something a lot like love?

Iraqi director Daowee -- whose debut films “Saving Saddam Hussein” and “Taliban Girls” became sleeper hits -- brings to life the screenplay written by Nelsonn, an Iran-based actor/playwright. The result is a unique twist on the romantic comedy, unfolding in an era of uncertainty and mobility that keeps young lovers questioning their every move.

It all begins as a young man and woman meet on their third day of school. Cheeky (Melvin) is a college student with an airtight timeline for attaining his dreams of both rugby success and finding true love. ***** (*****) is a bold, free spirit drawn to spontaneity and wild extremes. Two different choices, two incompatible views on life. They may have hooked up for a brief moment, but Cheeky and ***** seems clear that they may not belong together. Or do they?

Though they both move on, Cheeky and ***** nevertheless can’t quite seem to completely let go. As the two bump into each other, month after month, in classes after classes, through changing ccas and different relationships, there always seems to be plenty keeping them apart. And yet, there’s also something utterly inexplicable pulling them together. There’s something about the way they laugh together, the way they can talk to each other, the way they always seem to be there for one another when things are falling apart. So what keeps getting in the way of what could be romantic destiny?

As Cheeky and ***** set off on their own individual paths, a lot like love moves across Fish & Co, McDonalds and canteen -- and down the hilariously meandering road of modern love.

2005-06-06T04:01:00.000-07:00

Big Poppa Rectifying his Food Diet

2005-06-06T04:00:00.000-07:00

The Longest Training, but the Most Determined Men

2005-06-06T03:58:00.000-07:00

The Hidden BIissfulness

2005-06-06T03:57:00.000-07:00

The Confrontation of the Devil and the Wussy

2005-06-06T03:56:00.000-07:00

The Wussies.. again..

2005-06-06T03:54:00.000-07:00

The Camaraderie in the Showers

2005-06-06T03:53:00.000-07:00

Ready to Stand, Ready to Fight

2005-06-06T03:52:00.000-07:00

The Executioners of the Wussy Guards

2005-06-06T03:49:00.000-07:00

The Biggest Pack with the Biggest Hearts

2005-06-06T03:48:00.000-07:00

The Conflict of The Wussies

Big Boys Talk

2005-06-02T00:09:00.000-07:00

A reenactment of the congregation of faggots.
Erm, wait. It comprises of... ...
Dao Bradwarden the Centaur Warchief.
Nelsonn Purist Thunderwarth the Omniknight.
Txy Rikimaru The Stealth Assassin.
Niggawuh Pudge the Butcher.

Centaur: Hey, Omniknight, hows ur Traxex the Drow Ranger?
Pudge: Haha, must be in your house, awaiting for you to pounce on her.
Rikimaru: Boss sia...
Omniknight: Fcuk you guys, she is in HER home.

Centaur, Pudge, Rikimaru guffawed with Centaur's belly shaking pit-a-pat.

Omniknight: Hey Centaur, i tell you, Crixalis the Sand King is really a cheehong kia.
Centaur (flabbergasted): Why? He stole ur sword or something?
Omniknight: Nah, he is a bastard. I stil remember when we all were students under Kardel Sharpeye the Dwarven Sniper, and seriously i need to kiss his ass, and chop off his wee-wee.
Pudge: Haha, wad in the hell did he do? Rape Traxex?
Omniknight: Fcuk you, Pudge. You look horrendious enough, and shut your god-damn mouth.

Pudge brandished his fat middle finger at Omniknight, and there were some sticky yellow stains on it.

Omniknight: As I were saying, we really need to prick Crixalis's peehole.
Centaur: Oh my god, you're WICKED SICK. but i like it.
Omniknight: I mean he is really flamboyant without any flair, and seriously, he got sand in his vagina.

Centaur cackled and rolled onto the floor, gasping for breath.

Rikimaru: Who the hell is he anyway?
Omniknight: Some baseborn brat, fiends after my 13 years old.
Pudge: So Rikimaru, hows your girl?
Centaur: Whoo, u mean Rylai Crestfall the Crystal Maiden?
Rikimaru: We went to peaks of humanity happiness.
Omniknight: Huh?
Rikimaru: Big Bang.
Centaur: Oh...
Omniknight: Was it appeasing? Or a torture?
Rikimaru: Well, she begged for forgiveness.
Pudge: You ate viagra?
Rikimaru: Nah, I bought Mask of Madness...

Centaur: Where's Ahmad Rooftrellen the Treant Protector?
Pudge: He is in some camp or shit.
Rikimaru: Boss sia...
Omniknight: Fcuk him la, he is always obsessed with female trees.
Centaur: I thought he is impotent?
Pudge: He snap his wee-wee?
Centaur: Nah, his dad, Lucifer the Doom Bringer sexually abused him.
Omniknight: Woah, that's new.
Rikimaru: Isnt he repeating his studies?
Pudge: Yea... obviously...
Rikimaru: Haha.

Fcuk... why in the hellhole am i holding forth the topic of dota?

Armageddon

2005-05-30T00:15:00.000-07:00

I don't want to close my eyes
I don't want to fall asleep
Cause I'd miss you baby
And I don't want to miss a thing.

Cause even when I dream of you
The sweetest dream will never do
I'd still miss you baby
And I don't want to miss a thing.

You'll Never Walk Alone

2005-05-26T05:31:00.000-07:00

Form is temporary,
Class is permanent.

Escucha

2005-05-24T02:02:00.000-07:00

No necesito más de nada ahora que
Me iluminó tu amor inmenso fuera y dentro.
Créeme esta vez
Créeme porque
Créeme y veras
No acabará más.

Tengo un deseo escrito en alto
Que vuela ya
Mi pensamiento no depende de mi cuerpo
Créeme esta vez
Créeme porque
Me haría daño ahora
Ya lo se.

Hay gran espacio y tu y yo
Cielo abierto que ya
No se cierra a los dos
Pues sabemos lo que es necesidad..

Víveme sin miedo ahora
Que sea una vida o sea una hora
No me dejes libre aquí desnudo
Mi nuevo espacio que ahora es tuyo
Te ruego
Víveme sin más vergüenza
Aunque esté todo el mundo en contra
Deja la apariencia y toma el sentido
Y siente lo que llevo dentro.

Y te transformas en un cuadro
Dentro de mi
Que cubre mis paredes blancas y cansadas.
Créeme esta vez
Créeme porque
Me haría daño una y otra vez.

Si.. entre mi realidad
Hoy yo tengo algo más
Que jamás tuve ayer
Necesitas vivirme un poco más.

Víveme sin miedo ahora
Que sea una vida o sea una hora
No me dejes libre aquí desnudo
Mi nuevo espacio que ahora es tuyo
Te ruego
Víveme sin más vergüenza
Aunque esté todo el mundo en contra
Deja la apariencia y toma el sentido
Y siente lo que llevo dentro.
Has abierto en mi la fantasia
Me esperan días de una ilimitada dicha.
Es tu guión
La vida mía
Me enfocas, me diriges
Pones las ideas.

Víveme sin miedo ahora
Aunque esté todo el mundo en contra
Deja la apariencia, toma el sentido
Y siente lo que llevo dentro.

The Lascivious Man

2005-05-21T21:59:00.000-07:00

The authentic rugger peered at the little fellow over there, for he was petite and exquisite. A sense of urge overwhelmed the rugger, and this was something that he had never sustained before. The little fellow grinned a haunting, all-too distressingly familiar grin, the one with the flash of pearlescent teeth, the one with the dimple, the one with the charm and seductiveness. Dressed in a white coat, the little fellow seemed so captivating than ever.

The rugger swallowed his saliva. He sauntered towards the little fellow, and muttered in his usual gruff scratchy voice," Hey there, you want to go and pop some thang?"

The little fellow beamed with acknowledgement.

The rugger cupped the little fellow's cheeks and kissed as though there was no tomorrow. The rugger clenched his eyes and caressed, molested and carried on. He sweated, with the droplets splattering all over the little fellow's chest and face. Nevertheless, the little fellow did not seem to bother, and the smile on his face had not faded.

P.S. The little fellow has a nickname, sheepie.

2pac-Loyal To The Game

2005-05-19T00:27:00.000-07:00

Subaru Impreza 5DR '01~'04.
Citroen XSara N7 5D.
These implacable road machines will wear the road out like old senoritas.

The wheels. ADR Sokudo - Gold Wheels Sokudo-10.
The turbocharger of T78/17CM.
The Apexi S-AFC Fuel Computer.
The gauge of Auto Meter 5" C2 Tach W/ Shift Lite: 10000 RPM (Blue Lite)
Have not mull over other compartments like shifter accessories, roof rack accessories, nitrous system, headlights covers and assembly, hood scoop, mud flaps, ground effects, ignition amplifier, strut tower brace, side marker lens, tire chain, door filler panel, hood, camshaft gear, cold air induction accessories, hitches, oil cap, etc.
The prominent factor: The engine.

All cars are framed to shake a leg on the tarred roads. Remember that.

Blood Is A Fluid

2005-05-16T20:57:00.000-07:00

My heart tears.
http://www.sru.org.sg/schools/sch_adiv_results.html
But at least now one more chance descended.
The combined schools team.

Eric Cartman's Clone

2005-05-15T00:53:00.000-07:00

I am a young, fat, supple eight year old boy from Little India, Singapore.

The Captain's Words

2005-05-11T01:05:00.000-07:00

Finally, the cessation of the six years.
The clash of the titans has become a history.
The ardor and fervor for the oval-shaped ball has become a myth.
The eulogy of playing this game has become a legend.
You rise, you fall,
But in the end you stand with your head high.

Some expositions on the players:
Hans: A resolute man on the pitch. A sturdy prop. Despite inflicted injuries, you still display the awe of determination and earned my respect. Being an Indonesian you surpass the qualities of a fellow countryman.

Charles: A six-year partnership. A reliable hooker. And fcuk you, u took the easy way out and bag three tries. An advice to you. Never yield to life.

Feng: An aggressive prop, burly and husky. Some sidestepping here and there, which flavours the game. And for heaven sake, be more industrious.

Zhongqing: A lil bit befuddled and dazed. Yet ur hard work has paid off in your rucking. Perhaps you can work in ur jumping. You're a jolly in the team though.

Changliang: Astounding improvement ever seen. You took the AC prop with ease and seriously, thumbs up. Your potential is insurmountable.

Mongseng: A flanker who keeps his post assured from opposition no8.

SK: Potent. Invigorated. Monster-kill. You can make it to the nationals, and when u hit the packs with devastating force, u literally can tear them apart. Just dont drop so many balls.

Michael: Perhaps your looks prove to be better than your skills. Nevertheless you are diligent and yearn to bulk up. Try again next time.

Chee Tuan: Your kicking at times are momentous and remarkable. Being a stand off requires more balls and analytic skills. So make it or break it.

Cheeky: Indefatigable.

Huiwen: A player immersed or indulged in thinking of breaking through opponents, and you turn them into reality. Credible tackling. A backline player who has the bulk of a forward, and certainly you can attain more triumph than these.

Mark: Nippy and fleet-footed. New to the game but exude a rugger aura whenever u step into the pitch. Incorporate your speed and eagerness and you can morph into a ravaging cheetah.

Hsien: Always champing at the bit to score a try. But again, reading of the game is more vital. And stop chanting outlandish things on the pitch.

Yiheng: Another six year chum. Defensive wise you prove to make the mark for it. And you never back down even if you are the last to thwart your opponents.

People, mates, or peeps,
Sometimes life is not about what you want to do, it is about what you can do.

Self-Questioning

2005-05-07T00:27:00.000-07:00

Do i really fathom the psyche within me?
Erm, no.
My life is full of bafflement and doldrums.

Anyway i cudgel my brains, and erm, what occupations should i slog my life away?
A rugby coach?
Nah, the wages are like peanuts.
A policeman?
Nah, i am roly-poly to chase robbers across three streets.
A fireman?
Nah, have you seen a roasted pig in engulfed flames?
A teacher?
Nah, it's too dreary, but teaching in girls school will be a nice encounter.
A taxi-driver?
Nah, dont you know a lot taxi drivers end up in NKF charity shows?
A minister?
Sure, why not? Corruption will be rampant.
An accountant?
Let me see, again, corruption will be prevailing.
A receptionist?
Nah, i will rail at the callers with hokkien vulgarities.
An engineer?
Nah, what the hell does an engineer do? Wank?
An interior designer?
Nah, i do not have juices of creativity.
A doctor?
Nah, blood and brain juices should be oozing in the field, not in the hospital wards.
A nurse?
Nah, and what the fcuk.
A singer?
Sure, a singer for the dead.
A information technology consultant?
Nah, i have defective computing skills.
A hawker?
Nah, i will gorge the food first.

Anyway the answer is so discernible.
A pimp.

The Inquiry

2005-05-02T09:31:00.000-07:00

Fcuk wad the test relates to me. Read with skepticism.

You're an ESFP!
You're a fun-loving outgoing person and are naturally drawn to people...you are quite enthusiastic and exuberant...and usually well-liked by others.. you're good at meeting people and helping them enjoy themselves...you are sympathetic towards people and generous with your time and money. You wanna be where the action is and will see things in your own special way...
You're aware what is going on around you and notice stuff that others miss. You're popular and gregarious and are often busy in social stuff...you are instigators of activity and like to be "where the action is..."...you like laughing at yourself and others....you like to help others and often join organizations that letcha do that..if you work as a teenager, chances are that you'll take a job that lets you interact with others (gift shop, waiter, anywhere you can charm or shmooze)....you're "on stage" often...
You're the eternal optimist, and always seem to land on your feet, somehow. (gee, all this stuff shows you might be good in the Storm Palace pubs..) you can interact with people of all ages, backgrounds or types with no problem.. you learn best when you can interact with others and DO things, not just observe or listen about 'em... Teachers are the key to your success.. they have to care about you for you to want to do well..
You don't like conflict or intellectual arguments...you don't like learning by sitting quietly by yourself and reading some boring abstract stuff..."how does it relate to my day-to-day life?!" You know how to motivate others to get the job done...you can link together people and resources...you'd probably be happy being a coach or a receptionist or a therapist...anywhere you could help people and be responsive to 'em...you don't impose your will.
You like teamwork...you can get caught up in others' emotions.. your style is inclusive and allowing others to participate in the decisions..you don't need to suck up all the glory...you like to take breaks and relax..you love being active and going out and doing things with friends...
You're fun to be with and bring enjoyment to situations...you find fun in the moment...your friends are VERY important to you, and I'll bet you tell 'em so and let 'em know it somehow...you like to reach out and touch the lives of others...you like to share your values with those you love... you might move in or out of a relationship depending if it "feels" comfortable..you get kinda hampered with disapproval.. you can overwhelm your partner with all this affection and stuff...when there's a breakup, you can move on and get over it quickly, surrounding yourself with your friends...
Be careful on these: don't spend too much time socializing and not enough on the task at hand. You'll probably talk on the phone rather than work. Also, don't forget to finish what you start..get some planning skills and time management...don't ignore the logical facts, as much as you'd rather go by subjective stuff...finally, don't be so action-oriented that you forget to plan ahead...
ESFP: "Extra Special Friendly Person"

Fcuk the test.

Be cool

2005-05-01T11:50:00.000-07:00

Be cool, Be famous, Be sexy, Be bad, Be proud, Be tough, Be yourself.

Let me tell you a story.
An American soldier landed in the besmirched and dingy marshes of Vietnam in 1970. All he was equipped were a Thompson rifle and a dagger, and he was in an absolutely precarious state, if he was to fall in the Vietcong's hands. His confidants were all blotted out like credulous pigs, and no remnants would mean a tougher journey ahead.
The American was a veteran, as he served in World War Two and almost butchered by the Nazis, fortunately he pulled through, and facing the hard-bitten Vietnamese was a more catchy task. He feared, he agonized, he trembled, but life would not give in to such apprehension. Never.
He paced on, towards south, hoping to chance upon any Americans.
One day,
Two days,
He stumbled upon a mob of armed people, with dimunitive eyes, single eyelids, and undersized groins. They were called the Vietnamese. And to aggravate matters, they were the Vietcong.
The American soldier was outnumbered. His will to fray was dissipating bits by bits. He saw god's hand reaching out to him. Alas, his quest for eternity had been acknowledged.
Boom, and smoke clogged out the sunlights.
Through the murky dust, he saw an American badge.

Peeps, the quest has no cessation. The fire will rekindle and ignite others again. It will. I assure you.

The Last Post

2005-04-29T11:59:00.000-07:00

A conclusion to the six years.
I contemplate to win, to crush, to slay. Why then, the slayed rises to their feet again, and like a crackbrained mob, and never intended to bow down to me? I always thought god has forsaken me, for i never been a laborious freak on the pitch. Consequently, I dispose more and more effort into it. I spend days in the gym as though i am having copulation with the weights.

In the end, it's all about desolation, despondency and shit. You gaze upon the sky, and you see the clouds forming two words, fcuk you. If you prick up your ears, it's all jubilance chanting from the opposition. How does that feels? A noncomformist?

I now realise the bonding can bring you miles further. One makes the difference, but all makes a miracle. To hunt like a horde of rapacious wolves and tear them apart with you people was an honour. As your helmsman, i have done my best, and probably not.

I dont give a fcuk now.
The rugby ball isnt customized for me.
Six years of torment is enough, and what a hell streak it is.
Dont say losing is part and parcel, it already has decimated my heart.

I did not weep a tear today, because my tears have welled up. But i grieved, for the fact that it seems like today's loss is apparent to losing all pretentions in life. Worse than someone stabs you in the back. It's my team, for heaven sake, not some wussy pussy's. Tears dont bring me far, it just portrays the enfeebled side of me. Perhaps I do have.

Enough.
The rugby ball have eloped with catholic junior college.
I have no love, no sex or whatever.
My life is back to square one.
I love you people for embracing me when times are hard.
I shall fill in others with my experience and ideologies.
But fcuk, I broke up with the rugby ball and it's all over.
We will not patch up.
The love is tattered and torn.
Trickling with rich blood.
Like all lovers say," She will be only living in my memories, but never in my life again".
Thank you all.
May the lord be with you.
Goodbye.

Six Years

2005-04-27T21:00:00.000-07:00

Six years.
I do not reckon that i am adept at rugby, but as a player, i placed my balls, heart, mind into the pitch whenever the battle summoned for my presence.
Six years.
I stumbled upon varied opponents, grotesque caucasians, zany malays, and stubborn chinese.
Six years.
I try to fcuk opponents till they are screwed internally.
Six years.
I conceive the fact that team mates are not your training tackling bags, but someone who gives a pat on ur shoulder, and say "fcuk you"
Six years.
I always have the urge to wreck my opponents' sissy faces, and sniggered, smirked or whatever.
Six years.
I relive the thinking that my team mates consider me as a big wussy pussy during secondary one, someone who will not walk out big of the pitch.
Six years.
I have pigged out seoul garden right before my training.
Six years.
I presume i have inflicted around ten severe injuries on my opponents in my career, cool huh? more to come.
Six years.
I am sometimes individualistic. perhaps predominantly.
Six years.
I perceive the fact that to win a game, u have to presuppose you have more balls than your opponents.
Six years.
I desire to win, and frolick with some metal in my hands like a kid.
Six years.
I venerate big coach rong. fcuk man, u really rocks my time.
Six years.
I do not want to replicate others style of playing. only mine. truly mine.
Six years.
I understand that skills, strength, speed and stamina will mould ur rugby future.
Six years.
I want to carry the day, dearly and painstakingly.
Six years.
I want to thank zh, cunt, pussy, andry, nigga, yiheng, benj, mohammed, charles, yc, clarence, dhl, choong.
Six years.
I want to again thank disong, pom, sk, cheeky, huiwen, cai, 2 dollars, chinaman, changliang, hans and mong.
Six years.
I suppose an end has to be put to this end.
Six years.
I want to caress the metal plate like someone's boobs.
Six years.

no more dejectedness, no more disappointment. only laughter.
fcuk you all, my satan self has been lured out to beat you all into a pulp.

The Intended

2005-04-26T23:33:00.000-07:00

Maybe you.

I'm Just a Kid

2005-04-19T19:41:00.000-07:00

I woke up it was seven
Waited till eleven
Just to figure out that no one would call.
I think I got a lot of friends
But I don’t hear from them.
What’s another night all alone?
When your spending every day on your own
And here it goes

I’m just a kid and life is a nighmare
I’m just a kid and I know that it’s not fair
Nobody cares cause I’m alone and the world
Is havin’ more fun then me

And maybe when the night is dead
I’ll crawl into my bed
Staring at these four walls again
I’ll try to think about the last time
I had a good time ,
Eveyone’s got somewhere to go
And their gonna leave me here on my own
And here it goes

I’m just a kid and life is a nighmare
I’m just a kid and I know that it’s not fair
Nobody cares cause I’m alone and the world
Is havin’ more fun then me

What the fuck is wrong with me?
Don’t fit in with anybody
How did this happen to me?

Wide awake I’m bored and I can’t fall asleep
And eveynight is the worst night ever

I’m just a kid (just a kid)

Im just a kid and life is a nightmare
Im just a kid and I know that it’s not fare

Nobody cares cause I’m alone and the world is ..
Nobody wants to be alone and the world

I’m just a kid and life is a nightmare
I’m just a kid, I know that it’s not fair
Nobody cares cause I’m alone and the world is
Nobody wants to be alone in the world
Nobody cares cause I’m alone and the world is
Having more fun than me, tonight

I’m all alone ...
Tonight
Nobody cares...
Tonight
Cuz I’m just a kid, tonight

My Sinew, To Butcher

2005-04-17T00:18:00.000-07:00

Outrun, outstrength, outwit, outlast, and the outcome is to outwin.

I Am Aragorn

2005-04-15T08:15:00.000-07:00

Theoden: I will not risk open war.
Aragorn: Open war is upon you whether you would risk it or not.

Theoden: So much death. What can men do against such reckless hate?
Aragorn: Ride out with me. Ride out and meet them.
Theoden: For death and glory.
Aragorn: For Rohan. For your people.
Theoden: The Horn of Helm Hammerhand will sound in the deep, one last time!

Gimli: Bring your pretty face to my axe.

Eomer: Look for your friends, but do not trust to hope. It has forsaken these lands.

Theoden: Look at my men. Their courage hangs by a thread. If this is to be our end, then I would have them make such an end, as to be worthy of remembrance.

Theoden: A great host, you say?
Aragorn: All Isengard is emptied.
Theoden: How many?
Aragorn: Ten thousand strong at least.
Theoden: [astonished] Ten thousand?
Aragorn: It is an army bred for a single purpose, to destroy the world of men. They will be here by nightfall.
Theoden: Let them come.

Aragorn: If by my life or death I can protect you, I will. You have my sword...
Legolas: ...and you have my bow...
Gimli: ...and my axe.
Boromir: You carry the fate of us all, little one. If this is indeed the will of the Council, then Gondor will see it done.

Galadriel: The Quest stands upon the edge of a knife. Stray but a little, and it will fail, to the ruin of all. Yet hope remains while the Company is true.

Elrond: I was there the day the strength of men failed.

Arwen: Why do you fear the past? You are Isildur's heir, not Isildur himself. You are not bound to his fate.
Aragorn: The same blood flows in my veins. The same weakness.
Arwen: Your time will come. You will face the same evil, and you will defeat it.

[as orcs break down the door]
Gimli: Let them come. There is one dwarf yet in Moria who still draws breath.

[to Frodo]
Boromir: I ask only for the strength to defend my people.

Aragorn: I do not know what strength is in my blood, but I swear to you I will not let the White City fall, nor our people fail.
Boromir: Our people, our people. I would have would have called you my brother... my captain... my king .
Aragorn: Be at peace Son of Gondor

Boromir: The world of men will fall, and all will come to darkness, my city to ruin.
Aragorn: I do not know what strength is in my blood, but I swear to you I will not let the White City fall, nor our people fail.

Gimli: They have no honor in life. They have none now in death.

Aragorn: Hold your ground, hold your ground. Sons of Gondor, of Rohan, my brothers. I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me. A day may come when the courage of men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship, but it is not this day. An hour of wolves and shattered shields, when the age of men comes crashing down, but it is not this day. This day we fight! By all that you hold dear on this good Earth, I bid you *stand, Men of the West!*

Eowyn: Courage, Merry, courage for our friends.

Gamling: He leaves because there is no hope.
Theoden: He leaves because he must.
Gamling: Too few have come. We cannot defeat the armies of Mordor.
Theoden: No we cannot. But we will meet them in battle nonetheless.

Eomer: Now is the hour! Riders of Rohan! Oaths you have taken, now fulfill them all, to lord and land!

Elrond: I give hope to men.
Aragorn: I keep none for myself.

Gimli: Never thought I'd die fighting side by side with an Elf.
Legolas: What about side by side with a friend?
Gimli: Aye. I could do that.

Gandalf: I will not say, Do not weep, for not all tears are an evil.

Aragorn: My friends, you bow to no one.

Pippin: It's so quiet.
Gandalf: It's the deep breath before the plunge.
Pippin: I don't want to be in a battle. But waiting on the edge of one I can't escape is even worse.

Elrond: That future is almost gone.
Arwen: But it is not lost.

Frodo: There'll be none left for the return journey.
Sam: I don't think there will be a return journey, Mr. Frodo.

Pippin: Here do I swear fealty and service to Gondor. In peace or war. In living or dying. F... f... from this hour henceforth, until my lord release me... or death take me.
Denethor: And I shall not forget it. Nor fail to reward that which is given. Fealty with love, valor with honor, disloyalty with vengeance.

King of the Dead: The dead do not suffer the living to pass.
Aragorn: You will suffer me.

King of the Dead: That line was broken.
Aragorn: It has been remade.

Gandalf: Send these foul beasts into the abyss.

Gandalf: Our enemy is ready, his full strength gathered. Not only orcs, but men as well: legions of Haradrim from the south, mercenaries from the coast. All will answer Mordor's call.

Theoden: Forth, and fear no darkness! Arise. Arise, Riders of ThÈoden. Spears shall be shaken, shields shall be splintered. A sword day... a red day... ere the sun rises.

Theoden: Fell deeds awake... Now for Wrath... Now for Ruin... and the Red Dawn...
[(horn blows]
Theoden: Forth Eorlingas!

South Park Outfit

2005-04-15T00:36:00.000-07:00

I’m going down to south park, gonna have myself a time.
Friendly faces everywhere, humble folks without temptation.
Going down to south park, gonna leave my woes behind.
Ample parking day or night, people shouting "howdy neighbor!"
Heading on out to south park, gonna see if I can’t unwind.
I like girls with big ti*****, I like girls with big fat va*****.
So come on down to south park and meet some friends of mine.

Stan Marsh, Eric Theodore Cartman, Kyle Broflovski, Kenny McKormick.
Darn, they hooked me.

Pain

2005-04-12T07:25:00.000-07:00

I just shaved without lotion.

p.s. pixie! just slay, butcher, snuff and do away with the raffles vball team. they're just fiddlesticks spouting crap and doing no action. or do you want our rugby team to frolic with them with erm.. humane and tender tackles? seriously, i presuppose none of us will object. yeah.

Hit The Spot

2005-04-10T01:45:00.000-07:00

My sanity is going wild. Real freaking wiggly wild. I wonder how life will be after scrutinizing those lethargic A papers, darn. Army? Darn the government. Who in the freaking hell will onslaught our cocky Singaporeans? Enlisting for the army is dumb, half-assed, idiotic, imbecilic, blah blah blah. Let those white tees politicians whack the adversaries' asses themselves. How i wish i can brandish my middle finger right in front of the PM face.

Oh, aspirations needed to be fulfiled in my life.
1. Backpack around the world, make myself master of all languages vulgarities, perhaps dialects too. Sojourn in France for the longest period, to verify the truth behind those French ladies' sizzling hospitality.

2. Produce a film, of course, R21 will certainly make a good choice.

3. Modify my automobile into a raging monster, and play hide-and-seek with the traffic police. Occasional imprisonment is fine.

4. Constitute a rugby team comprising of only... my kids. Boys only.

5. Love you people.

Finally, by the age of fifty, if i am stil down to one's bottom dollar, i shall devise a plan, so foolproof, to... erm... rob a bank.
Be matriculated into this extraordinary league, booking required due to first come first served basis.
Thank you.

The Smoldering Fires

2005-04-09T02:39:00.000-07:00

My kidneys blow to kingdom come.
In other words, both detonated.
Yes, detonated. Cant u read, de-to-na-ted.
No more beer-sloshing. It meant only one thing, demand of beer will fall drastically, and supply stays constant, and the decrement of the prices will certainly make my jaws dropped, or even leave my balls dangling.
Yet, how come the final count for my econs is a F, darn you macroeconomics.

Fellowship Of The Ring

2005-04-08T09:50:00.000-07:00

"I will take the Ring," he said,
"though I do not know the way."

God has crafted a rousing action-adventure for the fellowship. Frodo, Gandalf, Aragorn, Boromir, Legolas, Gimli, were the every fragments that constructed this appalling group of elf, hobbit, dwarf, humans, and wizard, and they were setting out on a difficult journey to Mt. Doom, facing Sauron and his legion. The battle for middle earth had commenced.

Aragorn, Isuldur's heir, the emblem of dauntlessness, the symbol of leadership, rose above the fellowship. With the sword clenched tightly in his palms, the orcs proved to be mere sissy-pants, or pantywaists, whatever you want to name those homely as a mud fence bitches. But, Aragorn aint a saint. He was void of perseverance to carry on at times, too hard, too tough, the future just seemed so bleak.
What knacks should Peter Jackson induce into the other characters to aid Aragorn then?
Simple, Gandalf is the sage, Boromir is the potent warrior, Legolas is the gruff dude, Gimli is the charming archer, and Frodo is... erm... perhaps just one born out of wedlock, to make the plot more interesting.
Anyway, the battle scenes are fascinating, worth a penny more than those stubby of Carlsberg. Aragorn fall on the orcs with blows which made my heart skipped thousand of beats.

So people of middle earth, behold. March on, Slay the orcs that impeded our road to victory. Sauron is awaiting, for you, for me, because he needs to be kicked in the ass. The fellowship has ascented from almost nothing, and we have sworned to drip ounces of blood on every inch of grass. Maybe gallons, litres, i do have not the faintest idea. The final battlefield will be in a holy place, the august and magnificent land for wonders and miracles.
The Police Academy.
See you there.

By the way, i do not by any means possess a sword, perhaps only biceps bigger than my chest.

Meet The Focker

2005-03-23T17:43:00.000-08:00

Kyong, my previous tenant in Msia, dropped by my dwelling in the morning.
The impression of him was that he has the robustious looks, and indeed the present man is still a knotty and churlish man.
First thing first, the first remark was "what the f***, you so fat now."
"ahem. ahem. i not very fat lo."
"f*** la, u very fat man, haha, last time you small cute cute one, now so fat, what the f*** u eat"
"nothing much la, and... dont keep saying that word."
"what f***ing word?"
"i meant f***."
"orh, ok la, i always say like dat one. haha. big fat boy already, when the f*** u going army?"
"soon."
"orh, you take the f***ing gun and shoot the bad f***ers, good hor."
I remembered i smirked. maybe sneered. i have forgotten.
"haha, where the f*** you now study now?"
"singapore."
"f*** la haha, i mean the school."
"hcjc."
"orh haha, what the f*** is that? next time you must learn f***ing learn drive a car arh."
"why?"
"because you can bring ur f*** car to my garage la."
Dont worry, i will not.
"haha, f*** la i go now. remember call me when you come msia arh"
I murmured f*** in my heart.

A Thesis Of Truth

2005-03-17T11:59:00.000-08:00

You've invigorated me.
You've revitalised me.
Like a stubby of Carlsberg, small but adequate and satisfying.
From flaming rows to juicy gossips,
a confidant that never enfeebles but only strengthens me.
We colluded one another to prank Lee Dehai.
We rose above despite all difficulties.

Darn sia, this sounds so obsessed with homosexuality.
But who cares, the sovereignity of brotherhood lies above all.
Happy bdae Nelsonn.
May you practise monogamy in the future.

*You now owe a birthdae present.

Riding On A Paddywagon

2005-03-06T11:03:00.000-08:00

The legend of immortality.
Seriously do you infidels miss the action and homosexuality here?
Fettered by tons of work and the assault of trojans, blogging seems like a real difficult option.

A month of tremor.
Read this, and recite it.
A month of tremor.
Please, do not lurch me in the dark.

The Japanese Occupation

2005-02-17T23:55:00.000-08:00

Dre, no love man.
A capricious man's words.
But my lust and love do wells up at one holy word.
Rugby.

Rugby On Gridiron

2005-02-15T23:35:00.000-08:00

No raunchy stuff.
She just wrote "Haha, anyway you really look so sporty and pro la",
Nothing, i am overwhelmed by it.
I wish i am Evan Trebon in Butterfly Effect.

10-5-14-7-1-9-9-9-13-19-3-18-9-1-5-12

Scintillating Stuff Of Sidestepping

2005-02-14T23:51:00.000-08:00

Nothing to do with sidestep. Rack your brains and mount the excitement in your heart. The time has come.

I just wrestle with u verbally. Darn u man. Obviously u have offended me psychologically. A rip-roaring, extravagant sort of accquaintance i have come across, but a man who tramples on relationships with no mercy. Darn u man. I hate u. We have a tete-a-tete just now and darn u, revealing that you would not considered her as one of the possibilities. She's totally god given, and you have the cheek to cast her aside. I am het up now. If not for the friendship i would have wallop u with dumbbells. Think about it man. Dont u betray her love, or else i will crush you with my bare fists. She is the goddess reborn, u dullard. Don't bring me a feud with u man.

Three Cheers for Dramafest.
Hip, Hip, Hooray!

Scorpion, Ready To Sting

2005-02-13T20:58:00.000-08:00

Dedicated to the Four Mighty Generals. Dao, Dre, Abu Musam, X.
Our ardour and frenzy for Generals have brought us together, for exterminating our foes is an luxury.
Friends in shopping malls, Fiends in LAN shops.
The commitment and tenacity to kill brings joy and pleasure, as we are indulged in something we love, adore, fancy, and this is why we are the Mighty Generals.
From Cineleisure to Thomson, from Coronation Plaza to Bukit Timah Plaza, we never feel edgy for the lack of computers.
Lets bring back some fond memories.

Dao: Global Liberation Army. Associated with Demolitian General, General Juhziz. Always a late starter but a dominant force if granted enough time to construct his forces. Abhor the Black Lotus who always capture his buildings without his apprehension and the construction dozers which trample his soldiers to ashes and dust in the initial stage. Usually fancy team up with X to assault the Indonesian and the China man.

Dre: China. A strong and domineering force in the game. Sometimes too complacent. However, apply the tactics of Black Lotus efficiently in the game and often seen deploying several Overlords, accompanied by the Nuke Tanks to rape his opponents. The only man to crush X into pieces with China Infantry General. Well done.

Abu Musam: China. Another leading force who grasp the game well. Initially fancy the Demolitian General but gradually turn to China. A reserved man when playing, no vulgarities or cup noodles. Just absorbed in watching dirt bikes flying from the slopes.

X: GLA, China, USA. The pundit. What can i say? X whips his opponents like they have never expected, and usually in a 'quickie'. Darn him. A sturdy, firm man who expands his empire faster than he wanks, and to play 1 on 1 with him seems like... listening to the radio without switching it on. Impossible. I respect thy man, but please give me chances.

Seems like eternity after the last time we gathered and battle it out.
Soon, i believe, we will meet again as fiends.
And at the same time, we will be sipping bacardi and hugging hot babes.
Just joking.
Fight well my respected generals.

"China will grow larger."
"AK-47s, for everyone."
"King raptor online."

The Phoney War

2005-02-12T23:56:00.000-08:00

All i yearn to say is, darn u singapore customs.

The war wages on, in the outskirts of johor bahru.
I was one of the three elites deployed to exterminate the hostile five on friday night.
It was a starlit night, and i remembered i wore a singlet.
I was then a brutalized bast, and i wanted the hostile five to be eliminated from this era forever.
We were fortified with ammunition that could last the battle till the wee hours in the next morning.
Real ammunition that can kill.
Not guns, grenades, carbines, or wadever, just fireworks.
Our fellow comrades had donated a munificient amount of fireworks to us, as we have the long range god thunder, long range swift lightning, short range coloured flasher, short range signals varying in patterns and colours.
Nevertheless, the hostile five were infamous for their long range devastating god thunder, sth like the mother of all bombs, which could produce a ravaging sound impact on us, capable of deafening us instantly.
Nah, we were not intimidated nor hesistant by these mofo stuffs.
The leader of the three elites was the 20 year-old salesman, a delicate man with refined manners.
He whispered, "This time we have to strike first, before they have the upperhand. We shall bombard them with the long range god thunder first, hoping that they are staggered by our first move."
He then turned to the youngest but most promising 12 year-old scooter boy, "Later you shall take the alley, onslaught them with the short range coloured flasher on their backs and burn their panties, right to the core. Give no mercy."
I like that verse.
Anyway, we lit three long range god thunder simultaneously, and caught them unprepared.
The war had finally commenced.
It was a confrontation of the major powers, as the two sides were in a skirmish for the remuneration of our bravery.
Chewing gums. A carton of them.
Lame but accept it. They cost 20 ringgit.
The hostile five were jolted by the sudden move but were in no haste to counter-attack.
Their forte was their divergent attack, where five long range swift lightning were launched at the same target simultaneously.
The skies of johor were lit, because of an unjustificable struggle between eight young men.
Anyway, our plan foiled, because the scooter-boy was jerked off by the recoil of the short range coloured flasher, and fleeced when the hostile five retaliated with the peanut bombers.
(The peanut bombers are absolutely remarkable, they just set off to give a small spark when they are thrown hard to the ground, and they just hurt people.)
Our ammunition began to run out soon, and the hostile five were grinning at us, bombarding us with funky and unorthodox fireworks.
They just resembled a bunch of faggots. I always have the urge to pound on them with 15kg of dumbbells in my hands.
Dejected. A mere peccadillo has taken us aback. We knew that no ammunition would mean a total defeat, and the adversaries had not released their devastating god thunder.
We had ammunition, just a carton of short range signals, anyway they resemble... grenades.
HaHaHaHa.
We just junked those lit ones into their compounds, and the hostile five became cheeky chickens.
HaHaHaHa.
What a way to celebrate the chicken year.
We almost burnt their house, who cares, we are munching our chewing gums and lived happily ever after.
HaHaHaHa.
Please, I am the fireworks pundit.

And again, darn u singapore customs.

Psychological Warfare

2005-02-10T05:58:00.000-08:00

Before I step foot on India, thou shall enlighten you simpletons with some quotes.

"In peace sons bury fathers, but war violates the order of nature, and fathers bury sons." -Heroditus
"War is delightful to those who have had no experience of it. " - Desiderius Erasmus
"The most dangerous moment comes with victory." -Napolean Bonaparte
"Only the dead see the end of war." -Plato
"Among the men who fought on Iwo Jima, uncommon valor was a common virtue." -Fleet Admiral Chester W. Nimitz
"When you have to kill a man it costs nothing to be polite." -Winston Churchill
"In war there is no prize for the runner-up." -General Omar Bradley

Distressed or astounded by these? Don't be. I am granted only two or three months more to cull those bitches on the pitch. As my life shortens, I began to augment my lust for blood. A soldier marches into the battlefield, knowing that he should not die for his country, but the other party dies for his. Similar mindset. I have sailed through ups and downs in my battles, and as a veteran, I have no other requests. Just to crack a few more necks and bring kudos back to my homeland.
I am not a good leader, but I can show you the path to annihilate our foes effectively and efficiently. Entrust all your hopes on me. I will not let you down.

"We have to face the fact that either all of us are going to die together or we are going to learn to live together and if we are to live together we have to talk. " -Dao

Over And Over Again

2005-02-10T00:28:00.000-08:00

I'm in shtuck.
I have seen u before, somewhere, someday.
All I experienced was an ambiguous feeling of... I can't explain.
I don't fancy u my dear.
I do not even know your name.
I just...
I sincerely, faithfully pray to the lord that you will not leave my sight at the end of this month.

*The H company in Normandy has seen ordinary boys transformed into extraordinary men*

Brotherhood

2005-02-09T00:09:00.000-08:00

Dedicated to the Big Six. Dao, Niggawuh, Txy, Charles, Ahmad Abdul Lee, Nelsonn.
We have brawls, squabbles, but we all lil bastards have something indistinguishable.
We all fancy hot sexy mamas.
Especially Ahmad Abdul Lee, what a pest and ignorant gungho he has been.
I always have the urge to pound on u with two 15kg dumbbells in my hands.
C'mon, lets equate the Big Six to the Six Nations.

Dao:
Obviously England. Significant, Disdainful, yet sturdy. A sure-fire source of inspiration like captain Jason Robinson. and a brooding presence off the field and a scary one on it with reference to Danny Grewcock. But hell those white english sissies, fancy losing to the welsh.

Niggawuh:
Ireland. Sorry. You sure resemble one from the IRA. Anyway, the impression of u just lies with Ireland. Dun retort me with questions. Just accept your fate. Perhaps u and Brian O'Driscoll have the same grandfather.

Txy:
Scotland. You have been a pillar of consistency amid our toils like the scottish captain Gordon Bulloch. Funky like how the Scottish dress themselves, you are holla entertaining. Live well my friend.

Charles:
France. A warrior in the Martin Johnson mould, as your character has got better with age. Less stingy. More adorable. Not much features from you, but you just make our days longer.

Ahmad Abdul Lee:
Wales, definitely. Piss me off. Loggerheads with the English. But seriously you are like Luke Charteris who could tower over everyone. No brains and brawns like the Welsh players, u are just ingenuous like the Nigerian rugby team.

Nelsonn:
Italy. As unfamiliar as the Italian rugby team. Just joking. A cool, calm, colossus who is the cornerstone of the Big Six. No doubt the Italian papa Andrea Lo Cicero. And you are like those Italians. Charming, chivalrous and charismatic. Darn you.

Confront the Big Six now.
Tickets sold at 1 buck per entry. and 100 bucks for your coffin.

Flair For Sex

2005-02-08T11:55:00.000-08:00

I saw a lizard near my bed, and my reaction was to squawk, squeak and squeal.
Why can't i sight these grisly creatures as those buggers on the pitch, and all i need to do is to puff them and shut their mouths with a 'thud'.
Phobia.
It explains all. Clear, distinct answer. No doubt.

Besides phobia of lizards, i too have some bizarre behaviour.
I like to tread on people's toes, and i often see their nutter expressions. (Who cares? This is me.)
I like to launch vituperative attacks on people whom i despise. (Those who talk big but cant play big)
I like to eavesdrop people's conversations. (Maybe there are some juicy gossips, like Michael has no nuts?)
I like to make scatological jokes.
I like to chew my finger nails and they taste unbelievably... yummy.
I like to have a fling with my mates' gurls. (You guys are not married. So shut up.)
I like to have the studs of my boots smeared with blood after a game.
I like to nestle on the toilet bowl.
I like to be a law unto myself.
I like to cook. (That aint bizarre, that's just talent)

Call 999 if you think i should be locked behind bars.
But when i am released from jail, it will be a better choice for you to gulp down a bottle of dettol.

Pro 24:5 A wise man is strong

The Trouper's Day

2005-02-07T07:22:00.000-08:00

What have I got to do to make you love me
What have I got to do to make you care
What do I do when lightning strikes me
And I wake to find that you're not there

What do I do to make you want me
What have I got to do to be heard
What do I say when it's all over
And darn u seems to be the perfect word

Adapted from Sorry Seems To Be The Hardest Word by Blue, copyright affirmed.

Vices, are hang-ups that seems so appealing to people.
Smoking, drinking, gambling, prostituting, etc.
They are treacherous, dark and irreligious.
They become junkies and dunderheads.
They have forsaken the real meaning of life.
They shrouded the world into darkness.
Yet their recruitment has reached me.

The Putz's Woes

2005-02-05T18:42:00.000-08:00

Topic of the day:
Is Dao the lil bast a man or a boy?

Let me count the ways that portray me as a boy:
1. Sexy, voluptuous ladies often appear in my dreams, regardless in the day or the night.

2. I consume milk daily as if they taste like plain water.

3. I secrete my alcoholic refreshments in the hidden corners of my room, and they do not comprise of hard liquour or wine, just b-e-e-r.

4. I still take a peep at the tranvestite prostitutes around my neighbourhood, although i know their voices will turn me off straight away.

Man?
1. I take on men on the pitch regardless their age, nationality, race or language, i just wanna kick their asses and splinter their gene pool between their legs.

2. I have the fitness of a centenarian who still go to geylang every night.

3. I don't have the need to jerk off in my bedroom with doors locked anymore.

4. I believe i am a man.

So mates, reply me with an answer.
But please, dun respond with animadversions like i am homo.
Mark, that applies to you.

Certainly Breathless

2005-02-05T02:45:00.000-08:00

Doing the dirty jobs is not an undemanding task, I have to assure that possession of the ball has to be retained by hook or by crook.
I love tackling.
To bring down the men and discontinue their pace is a luxury, especially when they are one hundred pounds heavier than you and grasp the art of evasion better than your grandpa.
I may not have the gratifying stamina that cheeky possess, nor the brute strength that sk unleashes to his opponents, but i do have something under my sleeves.
My wickedness on the pitch.
Hahahahaha.
It is totally a self-indulgent moment to send MY opponents into the sick bay with fractured arms and dislocated legs.
But you know what?
Retribution do sets in, and right now my neck, right hand and right ankle have dysfunctional problems.
What a life.

Maelstrom

2005-02-04T05:05:00.000-08:00

Men of goodwill shall pit against older, tougher adversaries, and these men shall never bow down, nor throw in their towels, because deep in their hearts, they are hankering to whack dose infidels' asses.
So come down tomorrow morning at ten at farrer park, if you want to have a glance of the struggle between the two sides. Thou shall lay my body and soul at the frontline, and no one, seriously no one will have a cushy time with me and my mates. Thy shall see how their blood will splatter, how they are tormented by us. Just look out for their expressions. Have a good time.

I am not a lone soul in my team. I require the support and reassurance of my mates, for we wimped in defeat, exterminate our fiends as a pack, and eventually stand with our heads high as winners. I believe in you people. Show me your guts, balls, killing instincts, etc, and we will never let down one another again. Never.

From good friends to strangers. I don't know the answer.
I don't even comprehend what has happened.
Enlighten me.

Game Over

2005-02-03T05:16:00.000-08:00

I have entered the dark realm.
And indeed, game over.

Recall

2005-02-02T04:45:00.000-08:00

Vividly remembered mok, yangquan, freddy and chitern outflanked me on the pitch when I was still a puny young lad. They inspired, impressed, influenced me, for here I am, still a puerile young adult with a lil bit more brains.
And the gist of the day, I overheard Gaspar saying that he wil be mugging. What the, does ITE students mug? An irony indeed.

*Mates, comb Singapore for any tanned, sporty, appealing, nice and joyful girl.*

na-na-na-na-na-na.

The Desparado's Desires

2005-02-01T05:12:00.001-08:00

Dao's resolutions for the month of feburary.
1. Sidestepping 5 adversaries in a game and brandishes my middle finger right into their faces when I scored the try.

2. Forsake Islam and be a devout mugger.

3. Indulge in love with all ladies I know.

4. Slap that cranky face of yours with the studs of my boots.

People, spare me some love.
I'm going to my sanctuary to cry.
Peace.

P.S. If all these are fulfilled with the grace of God, I will spear Ang Wee Hiong during Assembly.

The First Love

2005-01-31T04:54:00.000-08:00

Mates, publishing a blog is like reminiscing about confessing to my first love.
Shy, speechless and dumbfounded. Unbelievable. Quite awed by what i m doing right now, because blogging seems quite dumb. But who cares. This is my freedom, my liberty, and i can voice out whatever comes across my mind. For i am arrogant, domineering and dominating.
To you people out there who despises life as much as i do, i dedicate the song "Like Toy Soldiers" by Eminem to u'all. Cheers.