Sunday, September 24, 2006
oh. damn. exams round the corner, should finally get down to study.
the hand of iron will, determination hard as steel. but i wonder how the heart feels. wat does it feels like to be in love? does anyone noe the answer. people may appear cold and hard. but this may be cause by the soft and delicate heart, pumping warm blood under the cold skin. they use the hardness of their body to protect the softness of the core, preventing it from turning cold.
If anyone have a confession to say, shout it out loud. or tell the one u loved, the one u want so badly.
may venus bless you
;rock YOU.
8:06 AM
Saturday, September 16, 2006
When i was 23,
i married a widow who was as pretty as could be
the widow had a grown up daughter who have a hair of red.
my father fell in love with her, and soon they were wed.
This made my dad my son-in-law and changed my very life.
My daughter was my mother, for she was my father's wife.
Although it brought me joy,
I soon became the father of a bouncing baby boy.
My little baby then became a brother in law to dad.
And so became my uncle,
Though it made my very sad
For if he was my uncle,
Then that also made him a brother to the widow's grown-up daughter.
Who of course, is my step-daughter.
Father's wife then had a son,
Who kept them on the run.
And he became my grandson,
for he was my daughter's son.
My wife is now my mother's mother and it makes me blue.
Because although she is my wife, she's my grandma too.
;rock YOU.
8:03 AM
Friday, September 08, 2006
hmmm. today had history remedial. and guess wat, i slept throught it. and the physic remedial on tuesday, i too, slept through it. physic cant blame, cause the air-con there is too good for comfort. History cant balme me too.. cause it is hot, and heat makes people wanna sleep.
hmmm. what else can i say? read this book called chickenhawk. It is about some dude joining the Cavalry in the army and was dispatch to Vietnam. haha. there was this part : i felt like jerking off, but it seems too much trouble. You have to be very careful as the slightest noise or creak og the bed might caseu some wise-ass to yell : i hear someone fucking his fist!, followed by a few catcalls. hahaha. this is damn funny. cant help it but burst out laughing(not too loudly) while i was reading this book on the bus, then everyone looked at me. they must be thinking what book i am reading that makes me laugh so that they themselves can go get it too. what can i say. this book is great.
suddenly got a mental block, therefore,cannot think of anything to write out.
the mind of the perverse aids the mind of the pure to ensure our exsistence.
;rock YOU.
8:52 AM
Monday, September 04, 2006
Steve Irwin is dead. today, on this day in my history, i will always, or rather we will always, remember him. There is a commercial about his croc hunting show that goes like this.
Wild things...
You make my heart sing.
You are my everything.
Wooa wild things....
At least he died doing what he like best, may he rest in peace and my condolence to his wife be received.
everyone, life is short, live it to the fullest. Enjoy while you can.
;rock YOU.
4:14 AM
Friday, September 01, 2006
Fly like a bird up so high,
Piercing through the clear blue sky.
Do some spinning,banking and some tricks,
With just a few strokes with the stick.
Suddenly some company came,
Flying in at an extreme pace.
See who has the superiority to claim,
The fight for this important airspace.
At this time there is no for mistake,
A missle at the ass is what we cant take.
Call in your radio for some ariel support,
To break out from the enemy's vicious plot.
This is the time to take the chance,
To flank around the enemy.
Do the right thing and take out the man,
Or can crash now into hostile lands.
Lined up behind the enemy tail,
Lock-on the sucker and send him a trail.
Direct hit will win u glory
A chance to tell your grandchild stories.
Watch the fireball plunging down,
Where the wreckage will be found.
Fly on to claim for more superiority,
To prevent bombs landing on our cities.
Prevent more bombing at those poor creatures,
From those small prick sons-of-bitches
Fly on and win vitorious,
And the flight home will be smooth and glorious
This is a setting of World War 2. the story of the ace of flying claim superiorty from various missions and this is one of it where he remembers..
;rock YOU.
6:01 AM
