is be merry

is be merry with meat and wine. with friends and laughter, song and dance. is be loving kitty for the hearty meal and me best mate and his fair lady for the ever lustrous friendship for many years to come. blessed be thy hearts.

Saturday, January 3, 2004
05:21 a.m.

too soon? strange things will happen i'll see you some day

the radio dept. 'lesser matters' is on repeat mode. track 9. it's new year's eve...so happy new year guys...get drunk for me will you?

and kitty kat...

*long smooch*



Wednesday, December 31, 2003
07:15 p.m.

sweet running water

you move me. yeah! you move me. i love you. yeah! i love you. i miss you. just to kiss you. i love you. yeah! i love you to the moon and back. that's the fact.

Sunday, December 28, 2003
11:22 a.m.

waves wash over me

i like to bask in the morning sun. it makes me feel loved. the moon draws me closer to eternity. infinity. do you think love could be what you think it should be? the heavens drops tears and the trees cries out for you yet heads don't turn. early morning dew. how does it feels to wake when you've slept for a thousand years? i dreamt of muddy soccer fields and drenched underwears. hell yeah...

Sunday, December 28, 2003
11:15 a.m.

there is only

erase and reformat. absorb and release. like this ever evolving world.

Sunday, December 21, 2003
09:58 p.m.

raver 'r' us

i danced so hard my shoulder came off. beat that! hah!!!

Sunday, December 21, 2003
05:47 a.m.

we are the racer boys

not fair!!! matsy got his cool racing jacket!!!! we've always wanted one for ourselves and he got it first!!! tak fair ah mamat!!! don't want friend you ah!!!

*sobbing and rolling on the floor*

Saturday, December 20, 2003
04:23 p.m.

slacking #1

my armpit stinks. i gotta get a deodorant soon. eeew~!

Saturday, December 20, 2003
05:32 a.m.

song 2

this song's for you
so you can dance your sadness away
you were meant to be this way

not today
not today


Saturday, December 20, 2003
04:17 a.m.

dearest

i love my mother. i don't know what i'll do without her. i love my kitty and i'd have killed myself if it wasn't for her love. i love my best friend cos i'd prolly go mad without him listening to my every rants and i love my partners in crime(you know who you are) cos i'd definitely be lost without them.

*kiss*

Friday, December 19, 2003
08:08 a.m.

caress

i am the incarnation of a boy whore.

i'd swallow the negative forces in you so that you'd be happy.

your smile is all that i ever needed to live

your touch would send me to the Halls Of Waiting,

and your kiss shall make me infinite.

so tell me you want me...and yours i shall be.

Thursday, December 18, 2003
06:15 p.m.

the path

I died from the mineral kingdom and became a plant;
I died to vegetative nature and attained to animality.
I died to animality and became a man.
So why should I fear? When did I ever become less through dying?

-- Mathnawi III: 3901-03
Translation by William P. Chittick
"A Sufi Path of Love"
SUNY Press, Albany, 1983


Wednesday, December 17, 2003
02:59 a.m.

like iced water dripping down your spine

Muhd has just left for KL and I'm already missing him. Don't ask me how much I'm missing Ed...It's just getting crazier. I'm picking Kitty from work later and thank whatever's out there for it.

*breathes*

Sunday, December 14, 2003
09:18 a.m.

grand buffet at the crossing

And so it began. The experiments. He read that it has something to do with psychological matters. It didn't matter now 'cos all he ever wanted was to pay off rent and get a nice hot meal at the restaurant where his uncle would take him on his birthdays. Maybe some waffle with chocolate ice cream with lotsa rainbow sprinkles on top like icing on cakes. Recalling his 8th, the year his Mum gave her final gaze. He hardly felt the same ever again.

Sunday, December 14, 2003
09:00 a.m.

there is no autumn here

And there it laid, on the dirt patch. Beauty had fixed its eyes on him like a lover waiting for the day that never came. Purring winds swept away what was once a symbol of courage. Thoughts that skitter like young pond skaters that shed their skin as they grow. Does he know that the adult great water boatmen can fly? The whirligig beetle dives suddenly and quicky if they are alarmed and tho it was rather sad that the water scorpion had to look like dead leaves, it died a lonesome death.

Saturday, December 13, 2003
08:01 a.m.

stay close, my heart

Stay close, my heart, to the one who knows your ways;
Come into the shade of the tree that allays has fresh flowers.
Don't stroll idly through the bazaar of the perfume-markers:
Stay in the shop of the sugar-seller.
If you don't find true balance, anyone can deceive you;
Anyone can trick out of a thing of straw,
And make you take it for gold
Don't squat with a bowl before every boiling pot;
In each pot on the fire you find very different things.
Not all sugarcanes have sugar, not all abysses a peak;
Not all eyes possess vision, not every sea is full of pearls.
O nightingale, with your voice of dark honey! Go on lamenting!
Only your drunken ecstasy can pierce the rock's hard heart!
Surrender yourself, and if you cannot be welcomes by the Friend,
Know that you are rebelling inwardly like a thread
That doesn't want to go through the needle's eye!
The awakened heart is a lamp; protect it by the him of your robe!
Hurry and get out of this wind, for the weather is bad.
And when you've left this storm, you will come to a fountain;
You'll find a Friend there who will always nourish your soul.
And with your soul always green, you'll grow into a tall tree
Flowering always with sweet light-fruit, whose growth is interior.

taken from some website.

Friday, December 12, 2003
09:06 a.m.

the crescent in the heart suggests the responsiveness of the heart

Slept at 2.30 in the morning and now I'm up...I got up like 2 hours ago. Made meself a cup of tea and was lost in the innernet...again. This is nice. I saved one as wallpaper for me desktop. Someone's designing the other is making music with sounds of armpit scratchings. Smoke a cigarette and 'pop' some cells. The Thermals said they hate drugs but they're doing it to live. Is that concrete? I missed Comedy at Central last nite cos I was too busy vegetating at the computer. Yaz is somewhat angry at me and I can feel it. Got work later and boy do I hate this money system. The universe in Star Trek don't have a money system and if certain sci-fi musings can come true...why not this one? Go suck a pickle.

Friday, December 12, 2003
07:21 a.m.

spaceship trailing the comet

Little remains from the group whose androgynous-looking men and women downed a lethal concoction of pudding or applesauce spiked with vodka and barbiturates. They sealed their fate by placing plastic bags over their heads.

Thursday, December 11, 2003
04:23 a.m.

uniform fuck

do i look like the sort to behave in a disorderly manner?? fuck you stupid pigs!!! cursed be!!

Tuesday, December 9, 2003
03:10 a.m.

burn!!!!

Burn yourself out...this world sucks that life force out of you...so burn!!! burn!!!!!!!! you're gonna die anyway....Oh!...and erm...hokkien mee at 5 in the morning alone and drunk is not fun...try it...it's really no fun at all...but i was hungry so gives a fuck anyway...

Sunday, December 7, 2003
06:40 a.m.

low in gold but high in spirits

I have said this time after time...I believe in individuality...so fuck you!!! peace!!

Flying over to the UVA
Easy rider, he could dream all day
Dream all day

He's heading all the way to the sun
Or far enough to get what he wants

Maybe he will
Maybe he won't
Easy to say
Hard if you don't

But you've got to
Make the most of today
For beauty dies young

BEAUTY DIES YOUNG.....

Sunday, December 7, 2003
06:28 a.m.

standup #1

not funny hor.

Saturday, December 6, 2003
04:11 a.m.

i want to be a farmer

we've always thought that we could move as one. what is round.

Wednesday, December 3, 2003
03:24 a.m.

it gets tiring

waiting.
with neon sighs
let's just move on to paradise.

Sunday, November 30, 2003
07:25 a.m.

hey man!

obtuse.

a) lacking quickness of perception or intellect
b) not sharp, pointed, or acute in form; blunt



Sunday, November 30, 2003
06:48 a.m.

diary & himself

Oh sticky-ness!...what icky-ness.

Saturday, November 29, 2003
06:12 p.m.

this is an advertisement

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Saturday, November 29, 2003
04:32 a.m.

reversal of man

do you really hate? or are you just biased?

Saturday, November 29, 2003
02:01 a.m.

days of donny lama

What you know will fade. Like those pencil writings you wrote on your so called diary at the age of 9. Have you ever thought that everything you do might just be a repetition of the same bullshit you're always good at. Better or worse...so you thought...you're still the bullshit you always knew all this while.

Friday, November 28, 2003
06:35 p.m.

chasing dorotea

you've got a sparkle in your heart
stronger than the brightest sun
and everytime you come around
i know for sure that you're the one
you're the parachute that saves me
when i feel the need to jump
you're the records that i play
and you sing the songs i need to hear
there is an ocean in your eyes
deeper than the dark blue sea
and everytime you fall alseep
i want the waves to swallow me
you're the island that i swim to
when i need to find a rock
you're the cables that connects me
when i need to feel a touch
to something...

save as here

Wednesday, November 26, 2003
02:14 a.m.

dark side of the moon

This is the third time that I was awoken from my slumber. It's those dreams again.

Breathe, breathe in the air.
Don't be afraid to care.
Leave but don't leave me.
Look around and choose your own ground.

Long you live and high you fly
And smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry
And all you touch and all you see.
Is all your life will ever be.

Run, rabbit run.
Dig that hole, forget the sun,
And when at last the work is done
Don't sit down it's time to dig another one.

For long you live and high you fly
But only if you ride the tide
And balanced on the biggest wave
You race towards an early grave


Tuesday, November 25, 2003
06:54 a.m.

a lovely, sunny country that seemed to beckon them on to the Emerald City

Days of joy
Youth undeveloped
A collection from where it began.
Did you really thought that it was gonna be forever...ours?
We've kissed the Earth
Shared warmth from the Sun
and like everything else...
It ends with only a collection of what was left.


Tuesday, November 25, 2003
03:39 a.m.

in search of svartalfheim

Do you dream? Can you fathom a world of unsounded depths, of hundreds of miles of encasing stone? Do you know of beauty in the darkness?

Monday, November 24, 2003
04:16 a.m.

ewan

you've spent some time in the morning sun
but what goes up must come down

and you can't feel the sunshine fading
and it's too soon and you're stuck waiting

it's painful cos you just won't let go
one mouthful and you want more

when you felt so fine you just can't fake it
when nothing comes you catch and break it


Sunday, November 23, 2003
09:45 a.m.

modern jupiter

He lived a boy's life/He loved his "Camp Mohawk" on Viele`s Creek and he loved to work on problems, drifting in his canoe/Lightning days/He hated formalities in dressing/He would welcome also god himself, in his red bathing suit/Lightning days/The doors of his house were usually electrified

Saturday, November 22, 2003
05:56 p.m.

not making sense

There is a place where your eyes can see for miles away. Where iron towers with blinking red lights carry signals of love, hope and pain. This is home. Where there's no walls to hear your tearful whispers.

Friday, November 21, 2003
06:34 p.m.