newadd*
gramama’s soup
stormy night
f.r.i.e.n.d.s
lying on B
maybe, just maybe
im still very in it.
islysm.
feelings just are.
i turn to Him and seeks comfort
he spoke of His words.
i’m listening. are you?
feelings are just feelings. not actions, not anything, other thing.
feeligns are not moral.
like money. it does good to good
and bad to bad.
my feelings are overwhelming and he is not listening.
i turn to my side and saw his handsome face.
a face i long so much to cupped
the face i arch
but feelings just are.
then thats the way i are.
so let it be written,
let it be done.
two0sixfebtwenty0seven
no more hand to hold after every nightmare
no more wrestling early in the morning
or late at night
no more wishful thinking
or embarrased-cant-hide-my-smiles smile
no more supplementary card applications
no more drawer full of stuff
or toiletries
no more foursome pillows
no more crying
or shaking head
no more holding my breath everytime u600 rings
no more looking forward to
no more tearing apart
no more dreaming and waking up differences
no more luggages
no more one ft christmas tree
no more singing oldies in e car
no more drags
no more pair-s of shoes in the doorway
no more small-girl-talk
no more babysteps
no more you.
i dont want. but i have to.
and i know im stubborn as hell
whenilove,ilove.whenileave,ileave.
bu yao hui lai le. hao ma.
*otherhalf, whom i will always nv fall out with.

Rushing through the horrid traffic in the midday
to a foreign place where i dont even know exist
slotting in the first lot in the carpark
passing the crowded supermarket
which i deem is the only attraction of the mall
taking two steps at a time up the escalator
seeing him run to the box office
turning back to look at me asking me to hurry
found the theater and settle down
though the show had clearly started without us
bloody and gore, hair standing and all
i still feel the bliss.
not exactly what you would call a date but…
imnotgonnacare.itsadate.Firstdate*
who was the begining
who draw lines on my leg
who bites my TT
who i protect all the time against fat cat garfield
who loves sitting infront of the fan
who i have to clean after
who comes after me everytime i clean
who put his head on the step
who bites flowers
who i found after he went missing
who is a jealous arse ![]()
who attack balls
who hates dogfood and love ice
who design dog-bite-edition LV
who threaten to bang down the toilet door, or any other door
who hides behind me everytime he breath in
who slips everytime e floor is mopped
who peeks out of e window
who tilt his head after he saw me through the window
who kept me accompany in e empty house
who brought me purple rose
who made me teared.
who made our heart ach, so much.
who i miss.
i miss money tan.
*Sepember 2006 – November 2007*
superimportnightwmysuperbdrivers*
the black and white airbrush paintwork. big boops. woo.
my personal very favourtie, chest tattoo-ed automobile.
Japanese Koi on the left, Dragon on the right. hao man. i loves.
His favourites. the empty selfish car. fully lighten, neatly mod
and also tons of mouth watering automobiles. absurd chrome car. anime gone wild.
partners at work. our own space, own office, own shophouse.
one day, we’ll make it come true.
chomp chomp madness, sugarcane in teapot and dinner for two
with only twelve bucks:)
promise, lets not get tipsy and stir a din ever again. men.
lets hurray to staying sober:)
okaes, and lets not forget rolly. whos always there for the otherhalf-s.
Money B rought P urple Rose.
and thats the most german thing. thankyousweetheart.
my eyes goes watery*
1 John 4:18
There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not made perfect in love.
those werent my intentions but intentions arent always good enough. sorry if i ever made you feel this way. i held your hand. and once again, i felt the rush.
theres been a recent obssession with balls.
and its such an arse balls. ya balls. and just balls.
perhaps i talk too much. or too little.
perhaps im not expressive. or too easy to read.
perhaps im too stubborn and stood my ground. or too weak to stood up.
anyhow. ARGH balls.
too late to apologise.
ilosttouchwblog.LATER.
happy birthday daily friend. fred perry rock socks.
happy everyday otherhalf. sweetest.
on the Tenth of September.
happy birthday my dearest ONE. the head of the pack, mr president, my baomu since im seventeen; whos always there for me irregardless of the zero phone calls or texts, or the overdose of supper rounding, and every other thing. Happy big two one to you. hope the mini evo serve as a motivi for you
we are gonna stay together in sweetenham some day. Right? sa more mee! tee hee. Thank you for keeping the pack strong, being the pillar of us all.
Loves, Jnn*
the urge to hold you and love you caught me.
I realised, i never want to leave you. not now. not ever.
at least for now, i know. yes. ilysm.
three is one too many don’t you think?
that arrogant smirk that everyones seems to take note has become a signature part of you that i love.
you’re everything. you make me sing. you make me sink(too). hush now will you?
its painfullyhurting. (= remind me again, why am i not an idoit?
your digestive biscuit from the copier paper box.
and her smile escaped. thank you dearest.
Come one, Come all.
Let’s play.
My Marvel Monopoly.
laugh myself silly. that j monster. funny sound. you are a lousy lousy stick-er.
bet i am better; i stick. to you. !
wokeupfromnightmareandthereyouare.
huggedtight.letgo.never.
i secretly wished to be nnc-ed by you. always(=
i need to go to my quiet place.
the only places you cant go with me,
is in me. my mind and my heart.
wishedyouwerehere.
help. i felt depleted.
*run out of milk.
very random.















