LET MANKIND KEEP THEIR GODS AND CULTURE
25 November 2007
Sunny Sunday (33 Degree Celsius)
Boring Morning @ 1105 (Singapore Time)
Listen: Writing my name on Snow with Pee
Mood: *It’s Sunday for crying out loud!*
I was going to say something disgusting but something in my morals say NO. It is Sunday for goodness sake. Everything and everything come to a rest today. Oh and something about the blog title? It is my personal philosophy on how this country should be governed. Say I am getting rather radical (hasten my demise actually). Taglines and Slogan are a little different in theory than say Philosophy. I can say something like We stand for Fairness, but that does not mean I don’t do something offside like say kicking the cats when no one is looking (Sorry Kweks’).
What I am trying to say is; Smee Again, Goan Fug Yourself.
What do I missed most in the event I died and get into other realms… I supposed I will miss my family and friends. Then perhaps on a more personal level, I will miss you. Yup, you, who else. Who else would have the strange alluring power to make me sleepless day in and out? Perhaps so it does not matter much to you but it does to me. The beautiful smile and the cheeky twinkle in your eyes, well, something to remember you by I guess. Nothing is more tragic than seeing you so close to me and yet separated by this zillion of light years between us.
Ah, the perilous of living a mundane life. I could do better; I could do this better, does that better and in the end, all will come to naught. Seriously, I always believe that if that something is yours, it will be, if it doesn’t, it wasn’t meant to be in the first place. Ah, such profound thoughts coming from a bird’s brain. Neither will bring much pleasure to me as much as to others.
I could not bring myself to tell you, to shout it out loud that hey, I do Miss you, I do Like you. Like I said, I could do it but to what purpose… It is not that we have had a future together, well, we could, just that that does not happen very often in my memory here. Besides, I dread you taking off and leaving me in the ditch again and again. Ah, how nice…
Oh well, shan’t bored you with further details on my state of emotions lah. Here is a good old imaginary dialogue with Nyo (since he is like looking for house and stuffs).
Imaginary Dialogue: Bird & Nyo were out house hunting…
Bird: Hey Nyo, look! There’s a woman undressing in her apartment across the street
Nyo: Where? Oh my locks, No way, she’s Hot!
Bird: Ya, hey, wait a sec… She is not undressing… She is…
Nyo & Bird: NAKED!!
Nyo & Bird: We’ll Take it, We’ll Take it!!
Same old same old, this wonderful phase in Chinese speaks a million worth of words
你在哭吗? 在一个我再也到不了的地方™
Sunny Sunday (33 Degree Celsius)
Boring Morning @ 1105 (Singapore Time)
Listen: Writing my name on Snow with Pee
Mood: *It’s Sunday for crying out loud!*
I was going to say something disgusting but something in my morals say NO. It is Sunday for goodness sake. Everything and everything come to a rest today. Oh and something about the blog title? It is my personal philosophy on how this country should be governed. Say I am getting rather radical (hasten my demise actually). Taglines and Slogan are a little different in theory than say Philosophy. I can say something like We stand for Fairness, but that does not mean I don’t do something offside like say kicking the cats when no one is looking (Sorry Kweks’).
What I am trying to say is; Smee Again, Goan Fug Yourself.
What do I missed most in the event I died and get into other realms… I supposed I will miss my family and friends. Then perhaps on a more personal level, I will miss you. Yup, you, who else. Who else would have the strange alluring power to make me sleepless day in and out? Perhaps so it does not matter much to you but it does to me. The beautiful smile and the cheeky twinkle in your eyes, well, something to remember you by I guess. Nothing is more tragic than seeing you so close to me and yet separated by this zillion of light years between us.
Ah, the perilous of living a mundane life. I could do better; I could do this better, does that better and in the end, all will come to naught. Seriously, I always believe that if that something is yours, it will be, if it doesn’t, it wasn’t meant to be in the first place. Ah, such profound thoughts coming from a bird’s brain. Neither will bring much pleasure to me as much as to others.
I could not bring myself to tell you, to shout it out loud that hey, I do Miss you, I do Like you. Like I said, I could do it but to what purpose… It is not that we have had a future together, well, we could, just that that does not happen very often in my memory here. Besides, I dread you taking off and leaving me in the ditch again and again. Ah, how nice…
Oh well, shan’t bored you with further details on my state of emotions lah. Here is a good old imaginary dialogue with Nyo (since he is like looking for house and stuffs).
Imaginary Dialogue: Bird & Nyo were out house hunting…
Bird: Hey Nyo, look! There’s a woman undressing in her apartment across the street
Nyo: Where? Oh my locks, No way, she’s Hot!
Bird: Ya, hey, wait a sec… She is not undressing… She is…
Nyo & Bird: NAKED!!
Nyo & Bird: We’ll Take it, We’ll Take it!!
Same old same old, this wonderful phase in Chinese speaks a million worth of words
你在哭吗? 在一个我再也到不了的地方™
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