To guys that wear their jeans below their bums.

The craze was started in American prisons when prisioners would basically sell themselves for money. Wearing their trousers below their anus, it was a sign to other inmates that they would happily ‘take it up the bum’ for money.

So all you ‘Gangsters’ with your baggy jeans thinking you got ‘Swagger’, really just want a bit of anal.

Pointless fact of the day.

Dear Master

master, master

do you wanna go out

in this gloomy weather?

i plead you not

just now i see a black cloud

floating above the lawn

as if waiting for you to get out

as if wanting to take you away

i dont wanna lose you

my dear master

but would you listen to me?
a humble creation lower than you?

Choosing

if i choose you

will my life be brighter?

will my tears begone?

will everybody be happy?

will i laugh with joy?




if i choose him

will he stop beating me up?

will my tears be wiped away?

will the pain fly away?

will the depression dry up?

will i be happy?

Waiting

sitting here
amidst the trees
showered by wind
rained by fallen leaves
i wondered

am i this stupid
am i this desperate
am i this naive
to be sitting alone in a park
waiting for someone

someone i knew
deceiving me
making me believe
that he will somehow
realize how much love
i'm willing to give him

i tried to smile
remembering yours
but the smile
is fake
is empty
is... not there

i hope it is a sign i've had enough of loving you
because i've had enough of loving you
because loving you
is not enough
without you sincerely loving me back

A New Home

this night
is the first i spend here
from buzzing metropolitan city
to a quiet countryside

it's different
hearing frogs croaking
hearing owls hooting
hearing the river flowing

i'm speechless
seeing the leaves waving
seeing the stars scattered
seeing the sky so dark

i'm all alone
my parents sleeping in the bedroom
Skipper drowzing on the couch
Buffy swimming lazily in his tank

i feel the need to go back
for my friends
for familiar city noise
for nearby mall buildings
the hectic metropolitan life

but i can't resist
the calmness
the sweetness
the serenity

the salvation of myself
only such isolation could provide

All The Best to Myself and All XD

My Hope Too....

Awwww......

3D Jigglypuff!!!!!!!!!

A Plate of Nasi Lemak like this, please????

Spread Your Wings and Fly.....

Loving This

Of Holding Hands And True Love

our story
started when
we were toddlers
small, young, ignorant
fate had us met
in the comfy nursing home
i slightly remember
me holding your hands
inspecting, careful, doubtful
the warmth, the softness
was different from mine

then after months
i moved to someplace else
found new friends
but i had you in mind
your soft, cuddly hands
and your striking red hair
kept you in my mind
for so long

true, through kindergarten
through elementary school
through junior high
through high school
i met new people
i loved new people
but their hands felt nowhere
as comforting as yours
added with teenage frenzy
and social pressure
i literally jumped
from one girl to another

then i entered college
i saw you, yes you
walking alone
with books your height
in the trolley you pushed
big spectacles
braided hair
a perfect nerd, no?
perfect specimen of a nerd, yes?
but your striking red hair
differentiate you from other
and i promptly knew
"that's her"

you seemed to remember
my icy blue eyes
the way you say my name excitedly
had me all smiles and laugh
yes, from a cute toddler
you've grown up to be a cute woman
and i felt like
i wanna hold your hands
again
in a whole different situation

you said yes
and i get to hold your hands
the same warmth
the same comfort
the same feeling
i felt when i grasped them

through college
through adulthood
through marriage
though parenthood
i still hold the same hands
and still felt the same warmth

too bad
too bad that you have to go first
the hands that always warm mine
are now cold to touch
as cold as the rain outside
as cold as my heart feeling

Of Strawberry Lollipop and Love

i love
my strawberry lollipop

i still remember
the first day i had them
given by daddy
i was so addicted
i made him promise
that he would buy me
one every weekend
more frequent and
mum would frown our way

and now
i still love
to suckle on the crystallized sugar
to savour the sweetness
to drown in its overwhelming taste

i dont know why my friend
resent me doing that
what, eating sweet is impolite now?
they would snicker
they would whisper
i hate being the centre of negative attention

so
i hide my habit
continuing it in home
as i watch TV alone
or leaning onto daddy's strong shoulders
as i am chatting on my mac
while listening to daddy's nagging
about my messy room

at times he would look my way
"don't you ever get bored of that?"
i asked him back
"don't you ever get bored of me?"
he would laugh
and gently brought me into his manly hug
"no, not ever"

Goodbye Letter

dear love,

i'm leaving today

after all the lies

all the beating

all the smirks

all the fake promises

i think i've had enough

no i wont be back again

because i had it all planned

i'll go to new york

and start a new life there

stacy is there, ya know

she said there's a job for me

i wont depend on you again

why should i?

i have my double degrees

i dont know what led me

to fall so deep with you

oh

and i'm wearing black today

to mourn for our dead love

believe me, it's hard

seeing it dying

i've shed enough tears

i've had enough sighing

now it's time for me to go

goodbye,

hatred & regret