battle/peace

(Sunday, September 30, 2007/8:29 PM)

so
by sad request. i would like. to warmly present. three-word stories. hah. (=
[N.B. these stories are rated O because they might Offend the original author and his counterparts. please read with discretion and note that half the story either doesn't end right or the other half has been omitted]
oh and you might want to fill in blanks by yourself.

"Once upon 2 times, Jing Sheng sank the world with his fart. His mother said, "lolomgwtgftw bbqsauce1337hax roflmao." Then, she started to %*@$ onto some weird Jell-O and got off when she discovered it was mango. Suddenly, a troll, retardedly named Bluejelly, ate the mango and transformed into a robot named Negatron. He started &*%@ing silver nitrate solution with orange efferversence. _____ ate it, not. But instead, drank it all using a ladel. He bubble hearthed and spammed /lol, dancing naked in a tube top in front of...

forget it.
it's a lousy idea.
back to the books.

every life plays different,
so why won't i get the different i want?
no no.
am i supposed to not want my different?

(Tuesday, September 25, 2007/5:13 PM)

three-four
here we go again.

Gone was the day,
Just one more night.
Prepare a lantern,
In everyone's sight.

Large houses and sweet treats
From last lunar year.
These memories, your smiles so sweet.
And my greatest fears.

Song on a piano,
I got driven out.
Thinking of you
I just wanted to shout.

But imagination,
The thoughts that stationed,
In and out of my
mind.

Reality,
It was meant to be.
And now it has become
Mine.

I was greedy.
Impaitient.
Selfish.
Just like the way I ate

Mooncakes.
Frustration,
Remorse crept
Into me.

But tonight,
I won't be afraid.
I thought I wasn't
Before.

But I was wrong,
And that cost us the friendship.
I knew I'd messed it up before
Long.

Now I shall try to,
Build the trust back up
That I have knocked down for
Nothing.

The last thing I'll need is, your consent.
So please grant me, this last request.
And I'm sure we'll create
Something.

Pink swimming trunks
And highlighters too.
This morning the sky,
Was a grey hue.

Message box
Had someone's well wishes.
Slapped myself,
Forgetting was new.

Partner sick,
Slowly time ticked.
My voice in disguise,
Was not in deny.

Class I wasn't
Listening to.
Writing this in my
Fantasy zoo.

No animals,
Just ideas there.
And disastrous thoughts,
All locked up there.

Worrying thoughts,
Visible from glass cages.
Had many there,
One was in mad rages.

Time to rush,
Plans to make.
"Please let this go
Right for my sake."

Well.
Whoever said the road was all smooth.
Whoever said I was destined for you.
Tell.

Me that for once
I am faced with a challenge.
Yet I run away,
Is it too hard to manage?

Nobody said that a bump lead to failure.
Nobody said that in your eyes I'd passed.
Nobody said that I'd got what I wanted,
But actually I just refused to listen.

And so I'm back.
Down to Earth.
Surrounded by endless.
Mirth.

Not gone is the day,
For the sky is still bright.
I'll take my music
And chase you through the night.

Few more minutes
Before I send it.
Making sure every
Word.

In the message, uncountable,
Has meaning understandable.
Sky's alone for but a sole
Bird.

Sometimes the hardest thing,
And the right thing
Are the same.
I'm to blame.

I'm just hoping,
I can say what I want to say.
If not then I'll regret.
Forever from this day.

Isn't it wonderful,
The length of a year.
So long, yet
So short.

Slowly recollect,
What has happened.
My mind begins
To distort.

Of all the things
I want to say tonight,
Just the simple, perhaps meaningless
Sorry.

I just hope,
No longer will you
And I just stop our
Story.

So please,
One last request.
Your consent.
I'll make something so beautiful.

That hopefully I can pay back a fraction of what I've done.

Maybe my brother's right.
I do need to destress.
He's the genius after all, meh.
And NO, do NOT submit my blog to cresco.

Cresco if you see this, its not clean.
So don't add it anyway.

and off i go.

(Saturday, September 22, 2007/11:18 PM)

hey there
erm.
new skin.
that's all i guess.

and a song i like.
yes you do.
time square will never shine
as bright you.

exams.

oh, it's what you do to me.

(Monday, September 10, 2007/10:11 PM)

just
alright. 1 word.
hiatus.

before i go, i saw this piece of paper i used for pc when kevin was still around.

and i shall re-reflect on what is on it.

I am learning how to live my life properly.

I cannot understand why I'm actually living when I don't deserve to. Do I?

I am unhappy when I think about [what I did to] a certain someone.

My classmates think I'm an "emolio".

I like myself best when I finally succeed in life, if I ever find out what it actually means.

Tomorrow I would like to smile and keep to what I promised to do (which is study).

My best friend is my worst enemy.

Something I would like to tell any teacher is "I'm sorry I haven't been paying attention. Don't worry I will try my best and hopefully not fail. I know you'll worry anyway. Thank you."
I used to be worried about what my future with that certain someone would be. Well the future is now [and it isin't really great, but still...].

I have achieved living for 14 years, 279 days, 6 hours, 29 minutes and roughly 56 seconds and counting, life moving according to plan with minimal obstacles, and really nothing else. I'm not useless I just fail at everything.

I taught someone [not] to trust me anymore. Actually could that be more than one person?
I'm not afraid to continue failing, knowing that I won't attempt suicide, I've already succeeded over that.

I have always wanted to say my final words to that certain someone (which I am going to soon enough).

The best thing that has happened to me was knowing what large houses, tai tee, lanterns and pomelos whoever who was linked to really were. And also learning a hell lot with that certain someone. I'll have my fair share to say to you soon enough.

and my conclusion.
i give thanks. one to whoever might rule up there.
one to meeting people. and the memories they give.
and one to all the times we shared, good or bad.
even though parting might be like the cold winter, even though it is only autumn now.
maybe i might meet someone warm like the spring.
maybe.

alright. and if anyone would happen to chance over this post. thank you for wasting your time.
now back to studying, and planning for my miracle to come.
(=

(Sunday, September 09, 2007/9:37 AM)

plastic
molds of squares.
wonders in nights.
hold that cheese.
to our light.

just like paper
was made to be torn.
i'll cut a few paper hearts
and then i'll be gone.

ah, isin't it all coming
to the final showdown.
where he'll see her
in a pretty masquerade gown.

where it'll all finally suddenly end.

"To meet and say hello,
without fear of goodbye.
Like a hard winter, goodbyes were difficult.
But he might meet someone.
Someone warm like the spring sunshine.
And the memories would come flowing back again...

but it is still autumn.

(Friday, September 07, 2007/8:17 PM)

two fine day
four mooncakes in a box.
day draws near, banners rise.
a dollar a ticket, promised goody bags that never come.

twirl
swirl
let's go in a whirl.
only a month to go.
before the miraculous day comes.
when the cloud covered the largest full moon.

(Tuesday, September 04, 2007/7:01 PM)

history
so goes the flowers in the Heineken bottle.
it's gonna be thrown away before long.
talking jade and boy in underwear.
life's too short a story to be made.
into our song.

(Monday, September 03, 2007/8:42 AM)

alarm clock
you know...
maybe you're right.
it doesn't hurt to try.

if i could tell you one thing that i'd wish come through.
it'd be that this en-bloc doesn't go through.
because in all the stress and turmoil maybe i'd lose something.
and you'll be proud to see me try to get it.

back again.