I'm toast, its 4a.m. and my parents told me to hit the sack at 12

imma invent something
that would prevent toast from getting cold
=]
Someday.
Yes.
And i wish the melted butter
won't EVER have to make the bread soggy.
I like it golden-brown in the centre
and not to crispy round the edges
=]



SEE THE BUTTER??
uh huhhhh....
and the golden centre????
My toast is nearly there though XP
And have you ever tried....



THIS??



haha, you have no life if you don't
cos i DON'T have a life,
but i eat stuff like these XP
Not with the eggshell,
but with its contents ON the toast
Uh huh.




I guess these are the only things i look forward to nowadays
:(

You can blame it on Debbie.

Its all botox, liposuction (maybe?)
and having fats from your tighs being implanted on your boobs but
I DONT CARE!

Their hot.
And its all your fault DEBBIE LIOW!
stupid new obsession...=.="
Adrianna Lima's 'sexy-angry-gaze'
doesn't seem so appealing now. LOL

Meet Hara....from Kara!
And....

A sexier version?
And ONNEEEE more!
This is Tae Yeon,
from SNSD! xP

Gaaahhhh.
Can't make up my mind now.
Choosing makes me comatose =(

Ask Shaunny and Jap
(cus they were there)
But when i did the heartbeat test thingy
(the one in the Bio textbook)
From the usual 65-70,
It jumped to 88 just by looking at her poster
AHAHAHAH
XD


Boy.
you guys help me vote, kay?
And if one of em wins and i get dissapointed..
that means i like the other more
hehe =]
Spread the love!
K-pOp

Proclivity to ponder, perhaps?

todays flu has got to be one of the most atrocious ones.
I can't even open my blardy eyes, and its red all over.
Exasperating.

Well, since i'm kinda deprived from any form of entertainment..
I've been thinking. Jumping from one thought to another
like a fickle minded 6 year old. pfft.

So, i thought;

1. Ignorance is bliss, who doesn't know that? Yeah, yeah....
but to perceive is also to suffer, no? Being able to
"know" certain things that you never actually wanted to,
and then regret the whole thing =/
Maybe being oblivious isn't a bad thing after all?

2. And then i came to mind and body (o.O")
Its different, from what you read in the civic
or 'pendidikan jasmani' textbooks. They don't elaborate much.

Well, Descartes came up with dualism ( the casual interaction
between the immaterial mind, and the material body)
But its so awkward. The brain is part of the body, the seat of
intelligence. But mind?
Such a distinct thing, a powerful thing.
Its not exactly located in the pineal gland right??
Since its immaterial.... =.="
And we can't exactly determine the changes, fluctuations of "mind"
with science alone, can we?

If minds are wholly dependent on brains, and brains on biochemistry, and biochemistry (in the long run) on the meaningless flux of the atoms, I cannot understand how the thought of those minds should have any more significance than the sound of the wind in the trees.
-C.S Lewis-

Zha Dou-ed
=.="

3. In due time, we'll be making real life human robots. Robots,
in which would someday be made to have emotions, and to feel.
Robots, whom someday will give us the adequate love we fail
to offer each other. Wrong, i know. Might be unethical too.
But weren't us humans made by God to love?

4. About people who are "beyond reproach,"
Once they lose it, respect burns to the ground.
But do we still give it to that person, as an act of sympathy,
or just "play along" with his crap to see how far he might
actually go? (Assuming that person is a loud, obnoxious, sardonic
pain in the ass) LOL.

5. Who wins? The ignorant man who claims the other man's
ignorance was the cause of their problem, leading to this dispute
...or the man who was blamed for his "ignorance" that in his
defence, vainly attempts to scream out as many profanities possible
to prevent the ignorant man from speaking? heh.

6. assumptions, presumptions... it all happens because there is a higher
rate of possibility of an event occuring, causing you to conclude with
an assumption. Like how you expect dominant people to want things
done their way most of the time. And so you just assume that you can't
have things your way.

Sorry you guys have to read my crap.
YEP, i'll be working on my brevity.

the pursuit of happiness. or whats left of it.

She who is always in my thoughts prefers
Another man, and does not think of me.
Yet he seeks for another's love, not hers;

And some poor girl is grieving for my sake.
Why then, the devil take
Both her and him; and love; and her; and me.
-Translated from the Sanskrit by John Brough-



If i were ever given a chance to undo everything i'd ever done,
I would have stopped myself from liking you.
Not the shitty things i recall doing.
I'm like letting remorse eat my up, but thats okay.
This feeling...is just not what i had expected.

Helpless, worn-out and jaded.
these are the same three words that chant themselves
day after day in my mind.
I kind of wonder how everything would be like,
if i just weren't me.

Yeah. The exams are over.
So?
Doesn't make much of a difference.

I drink from the same mug,
I sleep with my underpants on most of the time,
I stare at the same ceiling fan
and i still wish i'd be smarter.

Heh.
Guess thats how fragile happiness can be sometimes.
Used to think of happiness as a temporary morphine
for lifelong pain.
And then it wears off.....
*POOF*

Guess imma go hit the sack.
And wake up fresh and ready to complete
the same cycle as it was the day before, and the day before it.
Maybe this time NOT wear my underwear when i sleep.
Its bad for the sperm counts, so it seems.
I just keep forgetting.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RPRsTrQA0cU&feature=channel

Her voice is so wispy...
Gave me the shudders when i first heard it.
I AM SO GONNA LEARN HOW TO PLAY LIKE THAT
And of course, go do darn righteous duets with pweety girls like her
Haha =P

the weeks end with somber notes,
distant laughter resounds in the silence i have created.
my emotions so disproportioned,
who am i?
sometimes i see a world of silver,
silver clouds, silver raindrops and silver tears.
reminds me so much of something, an illusions perhaps?

a pandemonioum stirs the silence
and urgency reeks in the air.
motion becomes a necessity,
and i sense myself being compelled forward,
feeling the wind between my hair,
as the blurring images bring forth a new tranquility.
my feeble hands outstretched toward:-

abruptly i stop, only to see me.
unvaried and unfazed,
but his eyes, a faded silver glee.
of happiness lost in these intricate layers
of insecurity.
Are you me?











ganas right...my poetry?
:D