full
empty

and there was nothing.
nothing left in the end.


introduction
confession

zishing
04-12-1992
no preferences
nothing particular.
the place people come to for help.
and that's about it.


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Amos
Andy
Baka-Tsuki
Caroline
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Dom
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LeeYang
Kee
Leonard
LiJie
MarcusChan
Matilda
Max
MelWeh
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SiHui
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present

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(Thursday, September 07, 2006/8:14 PM)

Back to Simplicity
When I went, it was raining.

When I came back, it was raining.

When I went, it was dark.

When I came back, it was dark.

When I went, I couldn't sleep.

When I came back, I couldn't sleep.

When I went, I saw omens.

When I came back, I saw omens.

...Omen perhaps?


I don't wanna write alot. I'm really opposing my will here, or my will is opposing me. It's just funny how some things happen and they move along. Oh, what random shit am I talking about.

Ok, so the minute the coach came into KL, there's the toll gate. Now it looks like any ordinary toll gate in Malaysia would look like. But lo and behold, the pillars were painted blue and had this notice in both English and Malay. It Read: "Say No to Porn, Hold ALT+F4". Okay, brilliant start to my holiday. Not to mention I saw a police car chasing a cab down the road when we alighted from the coach.

Secondly, there was only 1 thing that I really enjoyed. It was getting a few new clothes. Good, now I'm done with my share of shopping, I don't intend to for another 6 months. The other thing that I was close to enjoying was watching Mr. Irwin get lots of flowers and a state funeral. Oh yeah, the IMF WorldBank thing starts on 10th or 11th of Sep. 11th of Sep would be the best date in mind because 1) It's 911. 2) It's 911, bloody hell =P. 3) It's Mr. Irwin's death week-versary. Wouldn't it be great?

On the road back, I saw this really stupid thing. Some dude in a rich Porsche or something was trying to weave lanes when the traffic was already so fricking darn slow. This ass actually had to give off noise when trying to turn. Okay, bastard, you're already lucky to have a Porsche or whatever plus a 3 digit car plate. Now would you please turn off your fucking engine and dump it into the sea. Much appreciated, thanks.

Oh yeah, special thanks to Clarence, who introed me to the "Sunday Mornings" song, a song which has the special meaning to me that I will never forget, especially since I was listening to it for 70+ times in the bus. Cheers!


"Sunday morning,
Rain is falling.

Steal some covers,
Share some skin.

Clouds are shrouding us in
Moments unforgettable.

You twist to fit the,
Mold that I am in.

But things just get so crazy,
Living life gets hard to do.

And I would gladly hit the road get up and go,
If I knew.

That someday it would bring me back to you
That someday it would bring me back to you"