How did it get
so late so soon?
June has nestled herself
between my thighs, defeated.
Fallen so deep,
indifferent to July.
so late so soon?
June has nestled herself
between my thighs, defeated.
Fallen so deep,
indifferent to July.
Enervated
I am still here.
But,
soon I would like to start over
on a different soil.
I hope
I no longer
have to hear
another
Apa lagi Cina mau?
But,
soon I would like to start over
on a different soil.
I hope
I no longer
have to hear
another
Apa lagi Cina mau?
Year Of The Black Snake
I am still around you know?
Though I am no longer active,
I still read your blog.
You know who you are.
I am not really sure why I've stopped blogging. It's a transition no doubt, but I think it is mainly because I am no longer single. It has been this way for almost a year now. I have been devoting most of my energy and attention on him. What's left, I use them here and the rest, I spend it on myself. I still sing, I still play the guitar and I still write mental notes. I am just not actively displaying it. And oh yeah, I still play with my prick too even when there's someone devoting himself to it now. It's perfectly normal I think. But he doesn't know I exist here. I would still like to have this private space to myself at the end of the day, especially when he's not around and I have thoughts that need to be ironed out.
Well... until I am really sure of what I want out of this cheesy blog, I am leaving this note in good faith that you will still be around when I am back.
Gong Xi Fa Lan Cai to all you pricks out there!
Happy fucking Valentine's and whatever yeah?
(Fucking is referred to as great sex and not cursing)
Till then, I love each and everyone of you!
If you miss me, you can always write me at the email address on the right column. What? You mean you've never noticed it until NOW? You prick!
Though I am no longer active,
I still read your blog.
You know who you are.
I am not really sure why I've stopped blogging. It's a transition no doubt, but I think it is mainly because I am no longer single. It has been this way for almost a year now. I have been devoting most of my energy and attention on him. What's left, I use them here and the rest, I spend it on myself. I still sing, I still play the guitar and I still write mental notes. I am just not actively displaying it. And oh yeah, I still play with my prick too even when there's someone devoting himself to it now. It's perfectly normal I think. But he doesn't know I exist here. I would still like to have this private space to myself at the end of the day, especially when he's not around and I have thoughts that need to be ironed out.
Well... until I am really sure of what I want out of this cheesy blog, I am leaving this note in good faith that you will still be around when I am back.
Gong Xi Fa Lan Cai to all you pricks out there!
Happy fucking Valentine's and whatever yeah?
(Fucking is referred to as great sex and not cursing)
Till then, I love each and everyone of you!
If you miss me, you can always write me at the email address on the right column. What? You mean you've never noticed it until NOW? You prick!
It's Been A Year?
It's weird. I still visit this space now and then but I've become an audience to my own blog hoping an entry will appear. This uncertainty that does not stimulate the need to write saddens me. And with this continuous doubt or perhaps something that even myself cannot comprehend, a year has passed. 16 entries for 2012 is really pathetic.
I wonder do I only write when I am not at peace with myself. That I am not a fervent blogger who blogs about his daily routines. I think I've just answered myself. How ironic.
So it's a good thing then? That when there are no entries, I am a happier person?
Will you miss my absence?
I wonder do I only write when I am not at peace with myself. That I am not a fervent blogger who blogs about his daily routines. I think I've just answered myself. How ironic.
So it's a good thing then? That when there are no entries, I am a happier person?
Will you miss my absence?
When I Think Of You
"It's a pleasure meeting you. What do you do for a living?"
Sniggered. "I do everything but nothing stays."
Raising an eyebrow, "Oh, such as?"
"Managing a restaurant, coordinate fitting for models, garment styling, emceeing for events, designing corporate identity for companies, posters and such for F&B outlets, business cards for entrepreneurs, and a whole lot of others just to make ends meet."
"Sounds fun and exciting! How do you find the time to do so many things? Isn't there something you are especially good at?"
Blank stare. "Of course! I am especially good at everything but nothing."
Puzzled face. "Er... that sounds like what a typical businessman does."
"No, I am the greatest lover alive. Businessmen have no emotions."
"That's not true, I run my own company and I am so in love with the generous profit I make."
Rolls his eyes and looks away. "Diu nei lah! Chin chin chin!"
(當我想你的時候 - 汪峰)
Sniggered. "I do everything but nothing stays."
Raising an eyebrow, "Oh, such as?"
"Managing a restaurant, coordinate fitting for models, garment styling, emceeing for events, designing corporate identity for companies, posters and such for F&B outlets, business cards for entrepreneurs, and a whole lot of others just to make ends meet."
"Sounds fun and exciting! How do you find the time to do so many things? Isn't there something you are especially good at?"
Blank stare. "Of course! I am especially good at everything but nothing."
Puzzled face. "Er... that sounds like what a typical businessman does."
"No, I am the greatest lover alive. Businessmen have no emotions."
"That's not true, I run my own company and I am so in love with the generous profit I make."
Rolls his eyes and looks away. "Diu nei lah! Chin chin chin!"
(當我想你的時候 - 汪峰)
Congestion Of The Brain
I often thought I could sense the feeling of darkness as it stole across the morning sun rushing towards me. Overwhelmed by a sorrow so poignant, I felt in all candour a great release when I welcome it. As though I am misery itself, a dark and morbid melancholy that has been following me like a black dog all my life. I would be truly uncomfortable if I wake with a sense of euphoria every morning.
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