借口

词,曲:周杰伦

翻着我们的照片,想念若隐若现,

去年的冬天,我们笑得很甜,

看着你哭泣的脸,对着我说再见,

来不及听见,你已走得很远,

也许你已经放弃我,也许已经很难回头,

我知道自己错过,请再给我一个理由,说你不爱我,

就算是我不懂,能不能原谅我,

请不要把分手当作你的请求,

我知道坚持要走是你受伤的藉口,

请你回头,我会陪你一直走到最后,

就算没有结果,我也能够随,

我知道你的痛,是我给的承诺,

你说给过我笑容,沉默是因为包容,

如果要走,请你记得我,

如果难过,请你忘了我.

self 'explainatory' ...

"the fences have holes...
"yeah, horrifying gunshots...

well well... guess what.. i'm back blogging.. haha...

was away for a couple of hours.. left the computer on.. alot of people ignored.. sorry people... it just wasn't intentional.. maybe i should just do this mobile MSN thing.. maybe it will just help..

things ain't going right. it never was. haha. life has never been so down. i'm just so unlucky this semester. i can only blame it on luck. no one can i blame it on. i blamed myself. and then now, i'll shift it to luck for the time being.

human beings are great creatures because they dare to dream. i guess i dreamt. but it ain't helping when i ain't doing anything towards it. losing the identity. losing it..

the A factor, N factor and H factors are what is to be found in females.

okok. *somewhere from the back of my mind, rang "judge yourself, before you judge others.".. i thank god for this piece of advice. it has managed to refrain me from talking.

yup. it did. many thanks.

*sigh* totally disgusted at myself. i'm an empty shell after all.

well.

haha. wanted to check out some soccer matches' score. url as www.livescore.com i typed www.lovesore.com .. oh my oh my.. what on this beautiful earth am i thinking...

man utd won, chelsea won, arsenal won, newcastle won, liverpool won... this is craziness...

checked out alot of blogs today. tons of them. haha. i think i covered many that i can ever cover. except some that are really so secretive about their address and such. totally amazed to what i have read.

it's cool to know everyone is having their life. be it good or bad. mostly good loh. everyone have a life. they always have things to blog about. compared to me. i guess i am under par. it's a great feeling to be able to read about people's life. blog on people. there's always "i" reading your posts and such.

yes yes. it doesn't mean i only go to your blog once every few months. there are blogs i visit everyday. no fail. just that. maybe you ain't in the list. haha. but nevertheless, you will be read by me. haha somehow. in one way or another.

nope. i am not going to study till tuesday. yup. not going to touch anything till tuesday. got reasons. but i guess i need not say it out. HEEEEE.

hmmm. let's see. from some blogs i can remember. people are enjoying till the last minute. envy. some are just out to crap. nice. some are just out to say everything out. cool. some are just to describe their daily routines. constant effort. and some. are just out to say everything in orange.

different colours tells different story. what does orange says?

why orange. coz it blends to the entire layout? haha. no idea. i've liked orange. don't know since when. but i am very easy influenced. one way or another.

movies to catch. New Police Story. Whit e Chicks. Exorcist. Resident Evil. and some forgotten show. haha. total boredom to list them all out. and some RA shows. Uncensored.

no more studying.

fish had enough.

tata~

those that drink to drown their sorrows, should be told that sorrows can swim... -angel_hl86(my msn loh.. don't know who lai de... )

lingering obsession, romantic salvation...

"the weight of water...

"this is for you,

"my dear...

i shut my eyes. i feel her skin under my mouth.

the sun hits my face. warming my face with its heat.

i took a look at her. she is ripe with sleep or her condition. she lays there, resting her own fingers over where mine is resting.

i leaned forward to kiss her on the side of her face. she just lay there. on the bed.

i thought.

if only my luck will hold...

To my dearest:

your hands erase the memory of others.
a part of you is inside me,
and i will always remember that.
you have made me give up all the secrets,
i am lighter now.
you talk of days stretching after days,
you believed in those days.
but i did not believe in them,
but i believed in today
your mother's blanket,
has the sweetest smell.
she had secrets too,
she is lighter now.
and i'm glad
i have told them to you.
your face shimmers in the water,
sometimes,
i think that i can i see.
i will feel and smell you
but you will never see my face
we will leave this place and not return,
in our dreams,
all will turn to dust.

i shall stop here. this is all i could provide. for her. for now.

good night.

a few landmarks away, so near, yet so far..

don't blink, you wouldn't know what you've missed

"from what i see, this is all nothing but a mistake...

"from all that i can see, this is all nothing...

"from all of what i can see, this is something...

"from all of what i can't see, there is nothing but feelings...

tell me a story. a story about a boy. a story about a (let's say) 19 year old boy. or man. or male. whatever. it's just a god damn guy.

he's cute, friendly, helpful, and just plain sweet to girls. he never fails to attract girls to him. and everyone knows. this guy we are talking about here. is always focusing on friendship, family and many others.

where's love? where's the girl of his dreams?

*Interruption*
i just love to blog when my hairs wet. i don't know why. Or maybe it's just an occurence that maybe. just maybe. while i am undressing, bathing, singing with the water, something just struck me. and i needed to blog.

well. i'm glad things were okay. not much of a hassle. helped alot of others. but the most worked done has got to be my bro.
*resume*

listen to my story. listen well. there's the 17 year old female. a girl. a woman. a lady. she's everything a girl can hope for. she's what guys are looking for. she never fails to attract guys. but, never did she have committed herself to love.

where's the love? where's the relationship.

now. now. he likes her. she doesn't know. she felt the sweetness when he helped her. gossips rose and spread to her ears. he likes her. she felt normal. she thought it's just any one of those guys out there. but he prove her wrong.

many girls was jealous. jealous of the girl. the girl lives a couple of blocks from him. the same street. many chances for them to get together. never fail to create much laughter. and many girls were jealous. many girls have hated.

but surprise, surprise. the guy didn't take the initiative. the girl neither. this went on for two years. and two years flew by. nothing happen. nothing really happen. the guy and the girl are still friends. for two years, he liked her. but they are still friends.

now the girl is leaving. away the same street. far far away. same country. just west.

the guys felt the regret. and the point of her move. the regret is that he should take the initiative. the point is, her move determines her leave. away from his life.

initiative counts alot to the guy. he doesn't know.
if the girl didn't leave, would he ever know? =)

what the eye sees, the ear listen, the mouth tastes, the nose smell and the skin feels,
are all nothing. nothing at all.
what counts truly,
is those that is inside on the overall.

*exception:
-appearance and looks.

good night.

the hair has dried.

it's time for bed.

for what may seem like a regret, awaits an opportunity...

what a wonderful world... sigh...

"as i say to myself..."

well well... i'm not going to blog what happened today. which routines i've been through today. haha. it feels kinda sad that humans are so prone to be slaves of routines. that kinda suck.

have this feeling of ultimate fatigue. time to go to bed soon. haha.

just came out from a shower. hair wet wet. so type this. wait for hair to dry. catch up with one person and then go to sleep. routines.

you know what. seriously, it's always easier to be bias. it's always better to stand on one side. rather than the other side, or the outside. everyone screams their head off when they are inside. k.p.o so much when they are outside. lines are drawn. alliances are clear. chocolate ice cream can never be white.

everyone is born into this world to contribute. that's what i believe. if you ain't good in this, wait for help. get it done yourself if there's no help. in any other words, it's often best to be independent then to be dependent. no offence.

but well, nevertheless, everyone should trust each other. everyone should be friends. even if we don't click, then make 100% sure that our paths don't cross. cross it twice, stuffs the water bottle up your ass. needless to say, three times and so on.

faggots are some,
maggots like others.
sounds like one,
actually another.

preferred white,
makes you look plump.
black preferred,
the curves appeared nice.

crumpler bag fits some,
others' bag cost a handful sum.
a bad that is useful,
is better than any other.

~* 24-SEP-2004 : A New Police Story
~* 30-SEP-2004 : Resident Evil - Apocolyspe(?)

argh. feeling restless.

hiak hiak

good night people.

take care.

like the sand through the hour glass, so are the days of our lives...

what a wonderful world... sigh...

"and i say to myself..."

just bathe. just put in books into my bag. knowing that i will be early for tomorrow's nine am lecture. i decided to blog a post and also to wait for my hair to by drier before i go to sleep. i won't want a headache. although i am having one already. don't wanna worsen it.

well, let's say something about today. today's weather, totally sunny in the morning. turned hot in the afternoon. actually i wasn't so sure. 'cos i was indoors most of the times. things worsen as the sky darkened. focus seems to be leaving me. i am lagging behind time. i'm no longer "enthu" in whatever i am doing. stop.

how about tomorrow. i hope there's no presentation. i'm getting the jitters at the thought of it. to what i have recalled, i am presenting lesser and lesser compared to year one. i'm lacking of my own confidence already. haha. recalled.

nothing much around actually. there are things that shouldn't be typed out here. so if you just wanna kpo your way in, call me. leave me a comment. a tone. a "whatever-you-can-ever-think-of".

i wished i could type them out here. i seriously wished to do so.

but no, there's no way i am going to do that. haha.

well, that's all for this morning. today. i guess.

yup.

good night guys.

~* take care

->->-@

there's no feeling in it at all, but, it was definitely pleasurable... -princess diaries 2

eye lids dropping, yawning

nope, i'm not here to complain about me being tired. nope, i'm not here to complain about me being super-duper occupied. nope, i'm not here to complain about the massive outflows of cash. nope, i'm not here to complain about anyone, someone, him or her. nope, i'm not here to complain how sucky things can get. nope, i'm not here to complain about me being defeated anyway or anyhow in life.

situation now, it's so whatever.

wondered around in the past. not looking at the future. "you should move on" said from behind. huh? who? is it me. is it my three year old inner child. no? WHO?

i took out the pictures. place it on my palm. it felt real. the lamination. the picture. the border. the graffiti that wasn't suppose to be there. it feel so real. so god damn real. the people in it. needless to say, without them, the picture is never complete. the picture needs the poeple.

great. one day off. am really feeling guilty. gotta start doing work.

this post has ended.

for now.

comsuming alcohol a.k.a drinking is bad. just like smoking.

if you wanna smoke, smoke less.
if you wanna drink, drink less.
if you wanna smoke, call me.
if you wanna drink, call me.

that's all.

bye.

for every one step to success, there's the three steps to failure...

your attitude towards everything, counts

school for a year 2 student experiencing his first semester is one tiring experience. lots of submission. meaning lots of reports. lots of presentation. meaning lots of talking. i hate talking to people i don't know, i don't like, i don't like what's coming out of their mouth. but well, interpersonal skills starts today. i will talk.

but who cares right. whether you talk or not. i've been quite silent for moments. no body also care one.

well, since being lame is the only key for guys to be near girls. just be lame.
hypothesis contributed by big umbrella.

nothing much to complain about. having phobia of typing. endless to type for reports, it seems. 15 pages of essays. haha. no wonder JC students, literature students complains. fingers are tired.

haha.

before i go.

here goes nothing!



ciaoz.

good luck guys.

if you want to smoke, smoke less...

young, single and loaded.

yeah. that's the whole idea now. very conceptual.

how about the day. go read my bro's blog you will have a "agaration".

how about now. well, just finish bathing. and just trying to give this keyboard a little exercise here.

stress. the common killer amongst all of us. but guess eac of us have different ways to handle it. i've met dozens that can't sleep. dozens that complains and grumble till they are satisfied. or maybe not. but well, my method for now is to go to the void deck after this post and enjoy the cool breeze.

yes you've read it. i'm gonna sacrifice my few minutes of sleep for this little enjoyment.

that's basically my sunday.

my saturday? considered "off". hey~ there's the 5 days working week ok? but who cares. basically, i do. let's see. saturday i was all alone at home trying to figure out how some codes, programming work. what should be done for the many projects. and what should be packed out for the examinations.

~*examinations will take place first week of october.

and then went out to grab a couple of CDs. then went to find my friend. a friend of mine. had a little supper, chat a little, drank a little and smoke a little. that's about it.

quite a wasted saturday. nothing productive.

but well, i'm off now.

good bye.

~*hope you like my little gift.
~* *ponders* about your return.
~*and also about you leaving...
~*how about the saying "you'll only know how to cherish, after you lost it."

night guys.

i wanna be 3, naive and fat...