Saturday, August 1, 2009

Meaningless.

Don't say you fear losing me but then you left me.
Don't say you miss me alot but then you left me.
Don't say you value us but then you left me.
Don't say I mean the world to you but then you left me.
Don't say I never bring you food over to your place whenever I can but then you left me.
Don't say I never tried to make you happy but then you left me.
Don't say I'm the best boyfriend you've ever had but then you left me.
Don't say your family likes me, but then you left me.
Don't say I've never sacrifice out of my busy schedule just to be with you but then you left me.
Don't say I've never bring you to beautiful places but then you left me.
Don't say I've never ran to you to stop you from leaving me but then you left me.
Don't say I've never love you enough but then you left me.
Don't say I've never showered you with care and attention but then you left me.
Don't say I was never there when you needed me but then you left me.
Don't say I've never give you space but then you left me.
Don't say I've never miss you every second then you left me.
Don't say you think you've been hurting me then you left me.
Don't say you can never be good enough for me then you left me.



DON'T SAY YOU LOVE ME and then leave me.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Goodbye My Lover

Today, I lost my heart..
The worst part of it is, I don't know how to get it back.
Back to where it belong; inside me.

Time shall heal all pain. Pain is though temporary, a torment.
For I know that trying to forget someone I love, is like trying
to remember someone I never knew.

Love isn't love without pain. I shall..
just be happy you were once in my heart.

Be happy there's fond memories of you and me..
Be happy. Or so I thought.

Cursed. In love. What's happening to me?




- goodbye my lover; goodbye my friend.


Wednesday, January 28, 2009

To Whom It May Concern

Enthralling, I was fascinated.
The sight of you, alluring.
Every move, every word,
I was captivated.

Why did God made someone so perfect,
Such as you?
Perfection that renders only in my eyes.
Impeccability amid purity.

Why did love have to hurt?
Why did you have to be so distant?
Cold, aloof and detached.
From my dispirited heart.

I wish you open your heart,
Your mind, your soul.
Not to a foreign stranger,
But to me, forever your lover.

Saturday, January 3, 2009

First Blow Job

A guy walks into the bar and orders 9 shots of tequila. So the bartender pours 9 shots and the man downs one after the other.

"Holy shit!" the bartender exclaimes "That the most tequila I've ever seen anyone drink that fast before - whats the occassion?"

"My first blow job" the man announces quite plainly.

"Well" the bartender replies "let me buy you another one!"

"Listen here, if 9 shots doesn't take the taste out of my mouth, another one won't help."

Friday, January 2, 2009

Beware the pedophile

This morning on my way to work I intuited something different. Something peculiar yet proverbial. For instance, on the way to the bus stop, it took me longer to jaywalk-ed the road and I saw lots of parents, saw lots of cars, saw lots of people on the bus stop. I know you people are thinking “it’s normal what?” but no. You see, on a normal morning, it doesn’t get this chaotic; not at my area anyway. Until, I realized that…

SCHOOL REOPENS TODAY!!! (Ahahahahaha)

I did heard about this on the radio that today will be Orientation Day for like sec 1s and all. Boy oh boy. Sucky ain’t it. I am glad I’m not going through that anymore. You can see how crisp their school uniforms were. Awww, the first-day-of-school anticipation, how cute. Hilarious – I just find it amusing. Some boys I saw on the bus were palpably testing their luck spotting long sideburns and fringes. They are so going to get it. Amen to that.

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On that note, I partied hard. I looked forward to the New Year. But now that it’s here, I don’t FEEL like it’s a new year. Considering the fact that my colleagues everywhere around me wished me an overrated, overused, misused three words like ‘Happy New Year’, it still doesn’t move me.

Speaking of which, I totally hate this dude at my workplace. We don’t talk (or rather I don’t talk or want to associate myself with him) to each other. I think I am mature enough to think for myself and stand for what I do not like. And I don’t like him at all. He is just so fucking sissy!! He walks, talks, sounds, acts, behaves like a damned cock sissy. I am all right if he wants to be a sissy, that’s his problem for being soft. I couldn’t care less. BUT the problem is he keeps looking at me for I-don’t-know-what reason. Every time he passes my desk, he will look at me and he has this sick disgusting look on his face. It’s hard to describe. I fucking swear he is a semi-pedophile. Because he is like in his mid 30s. He is just mental, period.

Oh I’m a bitch.





-I think I am in love again.

Thursday, January 1, 2009

Happy New Year

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind ?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And days o' lang syne ?

Countdown with friends was a b.l.a.s.t. Great company, free flow of drinks and an amazing spectacle of the city. What could be better? I was high beyond my limits but I was not drunk. High enough to doze while I was peeing, high enough to pretend I was the ruler of the world and high enough to look through a blank binocular. Although being at the highest peak of Singapore on that night was some consolation, I wouldn’t really say it’s my best night ever. But I still enjoyed myself. No prizes for guessing where I was on that night.

Since 9 is my favorite number I sure do hope it'll be a fucking good year!



-Fireworks were beautiful; but I was too high to appreciate.

Monday, December 29, 2008

Women Can’t Drive; Period

I was browsing through a back-dated newspaper a few nights ago (it’s a habitual thing to do as I like catching up with the news). I am the type that browses headlines first. So long story short, I fortuitously but biased-ly focused in to read on this particular headline because it captured my attention…

It reads “Women Can’t Drive; Period”
(OKAY, so I lied. Big deal…)

Well anyways, the article stated how this woman driver rammed up a HDB concrete wall all because a “black cat” had jumped up on her front windshield and scared the shit out of her. COME ON~! And this is while she was parking the car!! How more ridicules could it get? I swear I was bursting in laughter knowing how foolish and silly it sounded. And there she was giving excuses that she’s scared of cats and that it being black, it gives her shock and lots of bad luck. Seriously… Get.The.Fuck.Outta.Here.

We all know they suck at driving. And men who stand up for them are totally idiotic to say the least (you won’t get brownie points for that). This isn’t the first time a woman gets herself into self-inflicted road accident. And it’s this escalating trend of ‘give them a chance to drive’ that will cause the road accidents stats to go up.

So, a black cat jumped up to your car… Hmmm, I wonder what one should do. Oh I remembered!! How about... STEP on the FUCKING BRAKE!? Not floored the accelerator, you pea brain. Imagine if the wall was a person? Now that would suck totally I tell you. I hope if she is reading this, that she should just quit driving. I mean seriously she is a ticking time bomb. I know a lot of people would hate me for saying all this, but if you as a driver cannot even handle pressure, be alert or react fast to situations on the road, then you are fucking not qualified to drive even though you passed your driving license by wearing mini skirts to distract the tester.

This reminds me of another article of sort. This was quite publicized. One woman driver was preparing to drive off her parked car in an open-space car park, she then floored the accelerator but she quickly realized that it was on Reversed gear and the car revved back up a road curb and onto two innocent couple sitting on a bench about 5m away (as expected, she didn't brake). They both died instantaneously; and one was dragged under her car in the process.

So what do you make out of this? Coincidence, utter stupidity or blatant carelessness?

Don’t get me wrong – I love women. I am not entirely against women who drive. I have my own fair share of female friends who drives – satisfactorily. But if you think you can’t handle a car, just don’t. You’ll be making a mockery out of yourself and only airing danger to others. I know a female friend who passed her license over 2 years now but is still afraid to park her car and would call her husband to park for her every time. She also admittedly said that she is afraid of expressways.

I’ve no reason to lie.

Friday, December 19, 2008

Out of randomness – Public Toilets in (Sin)gapore

I’m proud to be a Singaporean (kind of). Yeah, I know it’s cliché but there are just some things that still irks me to my periphery. Toilets. You got that right. It is unquestionable that every living soul has at least been to a public toilet. The experience however; often bad. Don’t take my words for it. Let’s reminisce the moment.




  1. While peeing in the men’s standing urinals, the lao ah pek beside you took a peek at your Willy Wonka – BAD.
  2. You wondered why he took so damn long to pee, when you’re already done and you came in after him! – BAD.
  3. With the need to urgently pee, you entered the ladies only to find out that you’re in a hello kitty line up (except that you won’t get a hello kitty) – BAD.
  4. Why must women take so long in the cubicle anyway? –BAD.
  5. You open the cubicle door and you’re greeted with a used tissues, shits, used pads and tampons.
  6. Who can ever forget the fact that some assholes just can’t aim their pee and peed everywhere else except the bowl? – BAD.
  7. While rushing to the MRT’s toilet, the toilet-auntie stopped you and said “washing, washing, cannot come in” –BAD.
  8. You’re done with your business and you were at the washing bay only to find out that the moron beside you rinsed and spattered his wet hands on your legs. And his name happens to be Li Guo Ming, a effing PRC –BAD.
  9. You entered a toilet and you wished you had a gas mask with you as it was stinking shit, literally –BAD.
  10. Why is it deemed the norm for mens toilet door to be open always and not for ladies? We need privacy too, yo –BAD.




So there you have it. Enjoy it while it still lasts. : )