blue moon

tomorrow's labour day...
labour, for workers yeah?

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at last they know my lamb's trophy wasn't written by plagiarized... others were like o.O when gopal announced that mine was not returned.
because they took it and it was as if a test being around all the remainders...

would I?
would I NOT?

sing along,

went to pearl school today...

and choir.. yeah..

yeah doesn't bring joy here, in this case, especially...

coz, every team was like, powerful...
and i mean, not all, but MOSTLY...

and kit yee told us to eat spicy foods edi...
spicy? yeah... kian pooi and i went nando just this afternoon, when kit yee begged us to karaoke..

and we eventually rejected that...
sad...
and WAIT!!
how did i make zhen yi injured!?!?!

did i?

and yea.. here i remembered at last..
i sat on his lap..
and i shook to force him away from zhengkang. so i can sit with zk to crap a whole lot throughout the journey, the short journey..
LOL!

i was like wtheck when kit yee told me,
i injured an innocent human being,
who just simply wishes to live normally on earth,
but i spoilt his locomotion...
im really sorry...
mayb, maybe..
zhengkang is sort of too attractive and i guess all humans want to stick to him,
adhesive zhengkang...

and sorry...
hahaXD
i still manage to laugh,
coz i know,
u won't force me to treat u another nando...
extra hot peri-peri? u watch out..
i watch out...

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And the melody swishes...
to minds that swirl along with the rhythm......

tag (just one).

mui, got this from ur blog,
sort of 'harvest' it for nothing.


You have to start:You must answer every question TRUTHFULLY* or else you wont have LOVE for 5 years.

[01]Do you ever wonder what your ex is up to?
ex? cursing me, i guess.

[02]Have you ever been given roses?
usually i picked, and eventually you'll find it in some trash bins nearby.

[03]What is your all-time favorite romance movie?
you know what, i tell you, Titanic

[04]Had a Long Distance Relationship?
sure! with my pillow, i haven't ever abandoned her since i was born, though.

[05]Do you believe in this saying-What goes around comes around?
no, i guess, i mean, not yet.

[06]Do you want to get married?
I am not the right person to get this question, coz as a matter of fact, those girls will force me to marry THEM, i don't get to see the options at all...xD

[07]How many kids do you want to have?
if my wife were a pig, i guess, errmm. probably half a dozen would suffice.

[09]Who was the last person you held hands with?
my right hand and my left hand, they're being naughty these days.

[10]Do you believe in love at first sight?
yes. i fall in love with myself the first time i looked at the mirror, the perfect reflection of the perfect-ever complexion, xD

[11]Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?
see if SHE wants, i don't mind, really

[12]At what age did you start noticing the opposite gender?
negative one year old

[13]Do you know someone who likes you?
every living thing on earth with 2 legs, 2 hands, 1 head, and knows how to talk with mouth, breath with lungs, think with brains, though some are unable... xD

[15]Do you love anyone?
u know mirror? the person in the mirror whenever i am in front of it... xD

[16]Do they know you like/love them?
u guess.

[17]Why did you and your most recent ex break up?
i don wan the headlines reporting one girl died of starvation because she couldn't stop using her mouth to say "I LOVE YOU... I LOVE YOU..." instead of using it to EAT.

[18]When did you two last speak to one another?
yesterday night, in my dream

[19]Would you get back together with your ex?
would you want this death to occur in reality?!

[20]What comes to your mind when you think of love?
obviously, mirror...

[21]Is there anyone who knows you inside and out?
my mother, coz her brain controls her digestive system, and this system controls her intestines, and my origin was that particular intestine.

miscellaneous

another day.
precisely, another boring day as to be.

and there few hope-to-be-ignored people urged me to go and watch state-comp.
and although it has to be a 'yes' from me,
but u know, sometimes it gets difficult when your feet are especially, and unexpectedly,
reluctant.

then i decide, my mind divided into 2 parts now.
one of it decide to take in those urgings,
and the other part took over and buried the previous thought,
and, subconsciously as ever, I remained.

compromise between 2 thoughts, first one deadly, the other even more deadly.

sorry if you didn't get to see me.
and even a double time sorry if you didn't get to have a chance to look at me in full U, which I wouldn't have the slightest interest to let you scrutinize on.

and another part somehow wished that I would go, at least my ass up,
but head down.

instead,
I went out, i mean, apparently, I ended up in Kajang, surveying my future home there.
and there along the way, on the silver way my father kept nagging at me,
hey, you know? 700 thousand, it's not that real easy.
and though, I know, but it wouldn't just fit in my mind, for always.

and as i went back, another moment I ended up in shin's house, i mean, lounge(?)
and, ghostly as ever,
I got my skull, no, i mean, hair -
-cut
and it was, okay to the side of it.

meanwhile some guests reached my house when I finally got back to house with my quite-noticeable paces. and there all inmachos were playing mahjong, I knew quite clearly that I wouldn't have been zombie, finding a vacant and sit and rot and lose soul with few meats around pong-ing, gong-ing, and eating (seik-wu).

tv screens on.
and I watched past my sis' head to the screen.
a documentary as my mind wandered that directionlessly.
particularly, a plane appeared in the screen, showing some I-dunno-what series of event in it.
but that plane reminded me something quite as miscellanously.

misc but apparently i got it locked in mind as i remembered, memory dug.
i remembered my brother got an inscentive trip to taiwan.
taiwan u know? and forget bout it, and i dunno:
for unknown's sake he captured all-but-still-unknown,
empty-as-zero pictures on the plane, by the pane, to the (?) err..
and i hesitate for the word, WINGS?
and i was what for a?
huh?
hmm...

but well have a look, above clouds,
where I (god) sleep,
calmly as ever.

now guys, though you don't really get the chance to see me today,
and as to fulfill your bewildering disappointment,
and anxiousity and discouragement and mostly as ever,
depression,
ok, well, look at my bed,
i mean all in toto: my bedroom,
it doesn't mean 'vast', but boundless should suit better.



and, excuse me,
i, i mean, my brother, he didn't simply mean to take these photos of the above-clouds,-
wait, i mean, of my BED(s) this grayishly. I DO wash my bed(s) frequently that you couldn't possibly make a measure of the frequency.
but in fact, that was all because of the (as to physic theory) err.. (and sandra would complain *there you go again gor...*) so i stop with those IRRITATING-TO-YOUR-HORMONES theories. but instead, the fact is that the window, and due to several defined or undefined circumstances, that does the effect.
crap.

and, back to the reality here,

had you ever seen a recycle bin in taiwan?


well-educated people seem to choose living at taiwan,
and this is much due to the going-to-exticnt wisdom they are having.

or, a mailbox?

well, don't get overwhelmed by their intelligence in the sense of, er.. art.
being this diagonal isn't that easy.
and would you put some letters in it,
i bet the postman would ignore it,
and if i were the postman,
your letters will be sent in opened condition.

and these were all of craps,
all are miscellaneous,
just that,
but, my bedroom couldn't be miscellaneous!
because it's mine,
and of course, it's God's.

hedonist

i want peace, of all my mind like a lunar evading... ugh.

and it is best if 1 more week is needed to finish up eclipse..

and, start maddening the atmosphere around me with breaking dawn.

and later those come out and bite,
flesh and blood scatter apart.
like a ghostly apparition of oneself.
stuck in midair,
lurching forth and back through creepy scourge.

i don wan to be an immortal,
but, after all,
a hedonist, i suppose.

-Fire and Ice-

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

-Robert Frost-

P.M.S.

take . note .
the PMS here doesn't, and ever as it supposed would mean 'pre-menstrual-syndrome'.
don't get it wrong,
that is one syndrome I am suffering from, right now, though.

Praise-Meyer-Syndrome

There are moments of pleasure and maddening idiotic while, flipping the page like crazy ever, which you WON'T reckon yourself to look at.

Addicted to her writings, her words, her sentences and of every single comma, full stop, hyphen, etc in those pages, which overwhelm my brain, flushed in INHUMAN thoughts all the way round, and as absentmindedly and nightmare.. Oh! NIGHTMARE! Am I or am I not entering the filthy bloodsucker's thing or the pack of smelly dogs thing that all echoed and stunned every part of me.

Like storm would never ever halt.

And I am waiting for the ribbon to touch the chess. Mind the cover pages.

I am not a sane now. I mean, currently, though let's pray I would back in a human's status, as original and the way you guys insist so - HOT.

hustle bustle

busy busy busy!!

thought there's a training today... but all of an Earth sudden canceled because of the science challenge.. shin a... lose liao admit lar...

choir, and why would i ever join something like that, expose my throat? dry... hope it wont get sore on 28. wish i would get out of bass and get into tenor, i don wan my voice to be so
out"stand"ing..

and there was the stupid st john meeting, yeah. st john, i couldn't find the right word that would suit this meeting, coz it was like, blah!
boon, i wasn't sure if the spiral thing i taught the recruits was correct or not.. ono, comon, humor sikit lar... sure la sure la, but it was according to our previous board's brothers..
and i really wasn't sure that if they were right.

when would the costume really arrive, without that, we would all sing nakedly.xD

god. the chinese society thing is really killing, my cells in every part of my body.
wholely, the shirt thing and the meetings, members grumbling that innocent look. makes people tighten fists.
particularly, the chinese chess competition.
AJK pertandingan, kononnya..
i would need assistance, anyway, if i need, i would tell, don get worried if i'm goin to hide that, not telling u, but whenever mistakes or blames fall, on your head please.

that was a series, parallel one.

4th dimension

Space, where there is a space, I might seek a vacant seat for myself. Drizzles bark into rain, transform the sky into eternity black, space hidden. Leaves chafed with wind howling across empty street. Dusts circulate, and eventually, lie motionlessly in lungs, where the last hint of heartbeat quotes. Oxygen isn't supportive, had it risen to a substance that tears throats without damaging the jaw. Fists clenched, like clouds humorously consume the brightness, fade. Eyes turn dark, iris speaks, into the desolate air. Wind continues howling, roaring deaf. Had it arisen the anger, in whoever might unleash, with unbeatable eagerness.

Action than speak.

My weight, abrasively, ungraciously, bombarded the space where empty's still hadn't been found, yet, another comet rose, in the corner of one corner-vision of the clouds' formation. Tightly but uneven, like freckles too much on a face. Was it a burden but no more than a sight nor reaction could stop right away, stop many few miles away where realization still had not fell on pulse yet.

A cloud diminished, right when where my eyes fixed tightly on the position it shouldn't have been.

Rows of distance that might have seemed too far away from sight, where an indistinct movement of the instant could I hardly still seem manageable to capture. Hardly as possible for myself to regain the fluidity in my movement, even though as still as statue, dying with mosses and ferns, encapsulating a breeze of horror, numbness, death.

I wish someday in days that rely upon, my feet would no long entangle, like kids on their knees. I might stumble along, way too idiotic to be said, but at least I got my manner up the normal acceptable rate, most probably.

And when a hole reopens in its least will would it be, without any hesitation would take my decision to flush and dissolve. Jump. Is all I could, stopping every single motion on my body that may cause disturbance to the might-be-superstitious eventual thought, but breathe will go on.

As long I got my ankle dis-dislocated, I would jump, falling into another dimension, as the fourth should've be its name, where I will no longer have to face, YOU, at all.

currently hyperventilating.

I can't have enough oxygen lately. I am really kinda suffering from vampires, werewolves and humans stuffs. It all come so quick, dissolve right into my subconscious mind. Turning and flipping every single sheet like a mad fellow that had escaped out of mental hospital. And what in return was that,
NOW,
She was so depressed, so desperate,
that wolf didn't come to her at beach of La Push,
most of all,
the vegetarian vampire trashed her,
at least with that melodic, angelic voice,
and she leaped,
down the high cliff,
to the dark water,

surprising, huh?

I saw flashes of golden eyes,
staring blankly at me,
in their long train of thoughts.

Mad, don't call me worm.

Boiling point

awakened at 4.30 a.m.

and it was, damn freezing cold, outside of my body,
as well as inside me.

I can't resist the icy breeze, I was too weak.
And, I can't sleep.

I shook like an idiot.

Now the sun had risen.
The breeze lessens.
Now.
Another day to go.

I try not to be deceitful.
But I am.

Now the fever tends to recede.
A LITTLE BY LITTLE.
Every single second I drown in dizziness.
I can't manage to not holding my stomach to expel the shitty flu.

at least I am conscious.
I won't die that fast.
The world needs me.

Whatever the consequences are,
I am hungry right now,
ever since 48 hours without nutrients,
my phloem is rotting,
I will not allow that,
I NEED FOOD.

ZzzzzzzZzzzzzzZzzzzzz

I barely breathe

My blog was one-day in-updated.
Thanks to the heat which circulates in me.
My forehead grew some wrinkles, unbelievable.
I hardly search for energy to press on the keyboard, which seems so solid to me right now.
My nasal is blocked.

I knew it wouldn't affect these days.
but it did.
and at school, in my class,
people would do nothing, but give me a weird glance with blank thought.

I felt,
miserable,
I couldn't sleep whole night,
I hardly closed my eyes.
I need some drugs,
that would positively inject into me,
I must reincarnate.

The blanket wasn't thick enough,
to repel the icebergs in me.

I got fever,
I need panadolS..
I need her. At my side,
even though,
I know that much,
I am definitely,
a selfish person.

You kick me.
Into the hazardous,
doomed flame,
that causes me sick.

I wished someone could suck the heat outta me.
I don't want to die,
moreover,
If a dreamless night were to come,
I would say,
"I need you."



p/s: I wasn't emo, just wondering would I recover from this deadly fever,
or else,
wouldn't, at all.

changeable

the plan was changed, the date, the day, the time, possibly? or not.

To go and see stars, which was much available for now, it would take some hesitation in it.
I wanted to, but if they were not, it will probably pull my throat out.

The physics book stared at me, the bio, as well. I could not help but think if there's a way for I might, manage to flip that deadly front cover, persuading and corrupting my mind, with formulas and devilish cells.

My mind was separated into two now, left and right, and PHYSICally, it would be according to the darn Fleming's left hand rule. N and S.

Whatever.

Plans are changeable. And I manage to smile now.
Ever.

*clear throat*
If only, five of you, would clear minds like how I clear my throat, and if it were possible, please,
kindly,
considerately,

WRITE UR NAME,
PAY THE FEE,
AND GO,
AND WATCH,

mostly, enjoy the scenery,
because it does not last long.

twinkle twinkle lil' stars...

physics...

*projector flashes*

a
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t
r
o
n
o
m
y

kuala selangor..

I wonder, if they want to go,

or most probably,

NO.

IT APPEARED THAT THE ANSWER IS QUITE CLEAR NOW.
definitely, they forced me to take something in..
laughter inhales,
tears exhale,
mind explodes.
Wounds cured.

Did I dissolve, in that massive disappointment, certainly a knot I would never, never untie.

I look at the sky. I wish something would happen.
Coming Thursday,
Please, I beg you,
so sincere that I never needed to,
please...

rain with all Your might.

then the scope would be blocked,
then it would be...
errr..
I don't hesitate usually, for an answer to this...

err..
then it would be..
err.....
FAIR & JUST.

I nodded along with my quote.

You need a 'twinkle x2 lil' stars, how I... blah blah blah' lullaby to make that wish comes true.
and, please repeat 3 times,
and eventually,
it works.

when clouds gone...

'Hold.' She muttered when I tried the best of my strength to pull the pair of hands that seemed so supportive, under the ocean, I barely gasped for air, as I had finally managed to hold it firmly with all my might. My reluctance broke off, into pieces, and it eventually turned to something strong, which contributed to my entangling inner defense against the weakness of myself, which had past, and gone, long after the blood bath came to a full stop.

It did not manage to hold me from the ocean as the buoyant seemed pulling me down as the opposite way it should have. Struggling from the depth and darkness that seemed pulling me down, sinking downwards with a momentum much vigorous than I had ever imagined. I wished I could give up but the hands held, still and firm enough to support me in mid-depth, I supposed I shall let it go, I did not want another sacrifice. I did not want them to acknowledge my selfishness. Through effervescence that were too massive to ever be described, I roared as it pulled, sucked, tightened and stiffened my body throughout every single corner of my nerves, pulses and bloods.

My thoughts bubbled away with the strong current that was seemingly calming down right now. It happened that the time appeared to freeze.

I saw angels. Smiling my favourite smile with the most perfect curves on each of them, I wandered about my thought.

It appeared to be so vivid. So strong, so unbelievable.

My feet loosened. The undercurrents could no longer entangle me from any movement, anymore. It eventually, faded.

I saw hope. I saw lights flashing an instant command of the vista of the great heaven, smiling at me, so warm that I could not even resist to look, to feel, to be stunned at that very moment I could barely realise what had happened. My mind blank, as it went so blank that even myself could not take a measure of the depth of numbness in me, my hands reached upwards involuntarily, broke over the currents.

Pairs of hands, reaching towards me, aura of blessedness flushed over my brain, it no longer stayed in its fragile condition, it eventually, regained its original rigidity.

Few millimeters more, then I could really hold, grip those translucent, enigmatic, smiling hands and never ever release again. It was a betrayal to myself. I chose death, but it did not choose me, I sighed, with relief, from anger, from disappointment, from fatigue, from wounds in hearts, from the sense of urgency in my pulses, and, from the stunned bloods that once a long time that had flown in the streams in me, from numbness, my fate changed. In its most inaudible rate I could have felt.

My iris felt at an instant when hands touched. I felt it. Sweats and tears flee.

The fountain arose. From where my head tilt upwards and extended till my feet unleashed abrasively. I shook. Water evaporated. Warmth covered me thoroughly.

I managed to breath now, no longer gasping but deeply enhancing my trachea. At least, right now, I breath with lungs.

Seconds ticked by, I recognized who they were. In the middle of them, where about a natural centre of the circle that covered me. Dried eyes embellished by the flashy golden reflection by the sunlight.

The angels, I told myself. They saved me, from the lust of death, from the depression under the ravine. My spine straightened.

I saluted.

AND, I was alive, because of you all.

WHEN CLOUDS GONE, I saw the sun, I saw the light, from heaven, extended to the boundless meadow, when sobbings gone, I saw you, and you, and all of you, who reached your hands to me. Who alarmed me from death that would come by.

Our eyes burned in contact.


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You modified me, from evils, Sandra. And I did not know how to say thanks.

flammable mommy,

xiau wei,

MIC,

Zunzen,

and MOSTLY,

SANDRA CHEAH.

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Love is impenetratable.
And when I fell, I would remember the sunshine YOU guys had given me.
I would remember those words, trying so difficultly to immerse within my heart, and mind.
It makes sense, it makes me cry.

Cry, indeed, not any form of depression and anger,
But, a whole lot of residue, from gratitudes, and caring, and mostly,
LOVE.

Love is impenetratable.

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The waves calmed. On the surface of the infinite ocean, the sky smiled hugely as ever.

Your smile, was definitely, one-hundred-and-one-percent-ly not going to fade, as long as we exist......


WHY AM I EXISTING?
I've been searching and seeking the answer,
at last, I fulfilled my demand for it....


WHY AM I EXISTING?

Because, you exist, and I, as well.

Complications of existence.

Yesterday

First hint of daylight, I woke up furiously. With the engine roared to life and accelerating inside me, I jumped down from my bed and whacked the alarm clocked into a billion pieces. There the mist eventually scattered off.

Without much thought, I bumped against the cupboard and sucked 2 jerseys and a pants out. Hurriedly ever I ran down the stairs five steps in one, I changed my outfits quickest I could. The vitamins invaded my veins as the sunlight poured over me thoroughly. A cup of coffee was too aromatic to be included in my breakfast, and the smell of it simply woke me up to full consciousness.

I washed the cup without looking at it. The sun was welcoming. I'd rather go out and jump around with the very-most humiliating manner. But I behaved well and jumped onto my bicycle after closing the front door. I flied on the streets to his house.

*fast-forward*

Sweaty heads, one by one counted on each of every single one of us on the court. The clouds were uneven. We started murmured among five of us, and later we went to a place where people would most probably shout to the, most preferably known as 'waiters', 'cooks' or... Morning sounds, that interrupting.

Roti tisu, you MUST NOT wipe your oily mouths with tissue as it already was.

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Later we guys decided on 'Knowing'; seriously, did I look below thirteen? I gasped and glared with all my might when that typical receptionist looked at me doubtfully.

And, I bought sushi. Not much but it cost severely.

The man teared the tickets and we entered and swaggered along the way into the freezing hall 4. The commercials had ended as we entered. We sat and concentrated in two hours, but some murmurs can't be avoided. I tried best to ignore some un-silent-ed phone calls few paces behind me. The show's ended. Great.

If it were to knock our earth that simple, WHY AM I EXISTING.

Well, every single one of us does exist for a respective reason. We don't get to deny, but mostly we find hard to search for the reason of existence. Of ourselves, we do not especially know, though.

WHY AM I EXISTING? It appeared to be a nonstop repetition lurching forth and back in the very core of my mind without any single sign of halt. If I were back into months ago, maybe I would have the ability to make my existence more valuable, or reasonable. Though time won't rewind. It lures my anger with this very proven statement which irritate my space of thinking all the time I tried so hard, so hard to concentrate, but it always seemed totally useless.

I'd had a prophecy of my own. The inky future forever blinded by thick fog. I do not know where I'm going to.

WHY AM I EXISTING? I could never, never find an arch on the way along with this irritating repetition deep inside my skull. I'd never regain any fluidity to my movement. I was numb by the deadly prophecy and my very presence among thousands, millions and billions of populations on anywhere else on Earth.

WHY AM I EXISTING? I would have been to tired and eventually dizzy. I stumbled on ground. Thousands of deep, severe slashes and cuts turn more vivid than I could have imagined. My organs were burned. I, myself was burned, in flames, even though I still, yet, do not know whether how deep the flame could direct into the degrees of my weak, fragile body.

WHY AM I EXISTING? Even though, even though, all people in this world do not even care whether to look at me with the most awful glance, after all.

WHY AM I EXISTING? I am definitely mad, by right. What am I supposed to do. God, why did You create me. I am no more than a bucket of overfilled sand: as the bucket burst into cracks on its feature, the sand would puncture through the holes, and finally back to the beach, to its origin. Am I supposed to end up in such way too? Every brain cell of mine had insisted so. My contents were absolutely overfilled right now, my skin is just what I'm acting so far, the contents start to spill, eventually, I'd lost everything, in me, or out of me, or whatever it is, it does not make a difference, anymore.

WHY AM I EXISTING? I sigh as the last drop of my contents turn into flashy fluid that evaporate up high. And when I saw them gather, mix, reflect perfectly at the angle where the heavenly light God shows to me as a sign of the very end. I could barely feel my breath that starts to become more, and more, inaudible.

WHY AM I REALLY EXISTING?? I demand an answer for it, even the very single grubby part of myself scatters about the pestilential atmosphere, surrounding my rotting figure second by second.

I don't function anymore. I could not move. I lie helplessly on the smooth ground. It turns to water and hurricane comes by.

I close my eyes. Even the last interval of my inhale and exhale still gasp the way they always did in the past, I am still pretending as if nothing had happened. I could not find anymore feelings that could have been worse than this, ever.

I was flushed down the deep, deep typhoon of hurricanes into every single part of my nerves. The end of world like in 'Knowing', as long as that, I could also direct a movie about, the end of myself, in me.

I could not find any defined answer for that question anymore. Because, I'm not existing anymore, finally accomplished what I've really begging for.

Beneath the deepest part of the ocean, the hurricanes calmed. But I did not resurface. Because my will, my mind had forbidden me to breath anymore.

WHY AM I EXISTING? I don't know. And I don't especially understand what am I.

My eyes closed. My breathing and pulse stopped right by the second I could not realise, at all.

Who knows? God might, I was finally free from the long train of thoughts. Yes, I do exist when another pair of Adam and Eve start another whole new world for me.

one thousand..

i didn't notice at all until i looked over the chatbox..

and beneath it, something had slightly delighted me... the counter..

it was kinda relief.. 1000 people watched, or, passed by, or, accidentally pressed on the link and let out an angry groan.. i dono who are they, but i bet there are people who did, well, i've not much of energy to laugh, or even, chuckle..

at least, first time ever i switched on the cpu and sat in front of the screen, with numb face, I smiled. Did anyone see me smile delightfully ever before, If YOU did, i bet u are struggling from hysteria right now.. At least, at least, don't get hyperventilating when you had seen the counter filled with 4 digits.. it was not suprising, AT ALL.

blah blah blah!

the air was hot and i'd rather stop breathing...

i've watched the korean movie i had downloaded on the net.. and ok.. funny.. more of it, sarcastic..

I told myself:

Because there ain't no such miracle will happen in love, we can't deny and pretend that we don't know how to spell "r-e-a-l-i-t-y", and when another 5-alphabets-word came and banged into it, and then it eventually completed the puzzle. And that word, "c-r-u-e-l", i forced my eyes closed.

......
*yawn*

p/s: The most-very-best-ever regard(s) to Yee Tin, and, and, and, tears will not evaporate until you see the sun shine. And i promised, the shade will finally over, and ALL of us, would be able to join your laughter, again, soon, really soon. I bet, though.