Thursday Afternoon Ped Xing

out in the backcountry
(with thanks to minerva hoyt)
follow winding ancient trails first blazed by
the cattlemen and the gold miners and the homesteaders
and before that pinto culture and serrano
and before that chemehuevi and cahuillaIn
lost horse valley
skull rock
stirrup tank
monocotyledonous trees as far as eyes can see
twisted little san bernadino’s
masking san andreas fault beyond
along pinto basin road
and drop below 3,000 feet
for change of eco-system
mojave becomes colorado
grasslands give way to drier climes
abundant creosote bush
jumping chollo cactus
spidery jacob's staff
and on on towards imposing hexie mountains
leave no trace
keep wildlife wild
$1000 fine for littering
hang a right onto interstate 10
and allow sonny bono memorial highway
to lead the way home again
out through san gorgonio pass
where sea of wind-turbines loom large
like that phalanx of wooden crosses
which once stood in silent judgement atop hill at golgotha

The Historic Oasis Of Mara

It's breakfast time at the historic Oasis Of Mara.
I'm sat beside the pool
reading Fante
and day-dreaming about the touch of a good woman.
Bill is underneath the awning, fixing himself a cup of Joe.
Bill's been in the High Desert since 1974;
since the U.S military chose to station him here.
His father fought and died in Korea.
Bill just couldn't help himself.
Before he knew it, he'd fallen in love
with the sidewinders and the jackrabbits
and the Californian Fan Palms.
He's been resident in Twentynine Palms these past 22 years.
Time sure flies when you're having fun.
Bill started growing his latest beard back in March.
By December it will be big and thick and white and fluffy.
Just perfect for his annual role as the local Santa Claus.
The kids of the Morongo Basin will lap it up.
And on New Year's Eve, Bill will shave off the beard
and wait till Springtime to start over.

29 Palms Inn

I Say Tomato, You Say Major League Soccer

They call themselves The L.A. Riot Squad,
and tonight, for one night only, I’ve been offered honorary membership.
No Lakers or Dodgers for these sports fans.
Nor for them The Clippers nor The Angels neither.
No, their undying allegiance goes instead
to the team known locally as The Goatbusters.
A team who’s mascot is an extraterrestrial goalkeeping
frog, capable of stopping shots travelling at the speed of light.
There is a large sign erected next to their enclosure at the
far end of the Home Depot Center stadium at CSU Dominguez Hills.
The words on the sign read thus; "Attention:
Los Angeles Galaxy supporters in section 138
will be standing and chanting through out [sic]
the match. Consider yourself warned!"
Judging from tonight’s performance, the arrival of
Brand Beckham and that cultured right foot, can’t come soon enough.

Monday Morning Ped Xing

enable home security alarm
input garage access code
put compact hire-car in drive
and take pacific northwards
try and stay on right hand side of road
pacific becomes neilson becomes ocean
enter people’s republic
past moomat ahiko
and hang a right onto wilshire boulevard
i repeat, try and stay on right hand side of road
up through the cross-streets
past jack-in-the-box
and fatburger
and wahoo's
and jamba juice
and coffee bean
and the wholefoods at 21st street
negotiate slight rise in road at westgate
and continue parallel with historic route 66
under interstate four-oh-five
left onto veteran and sharp left again
show laminate to obtain $6 daily permit
put compact hire-car into park
and leave to bake in sunshine
consume fresh blueberry and almond muffin as you walk to meeting
you have now reached your destination

pikAb0oO!!

new sem is here! n im now a senior! muahahaha. alot new faces wandering around in campus ^.^ looking for lang luis! lol. last nite went yumcha wit the saki baki of monkeys.. sob sob.. only 4 girls left but then only 2 turned up. n here i wanna ask 1 question. y nowdays all the new yumcha places dun hav chair??? n we hav to sit on the floor???? plz la...can u plz think of our back?? n we hav to take off our shoe/slipper..... luckily last nite i wear slipper if not... i really tulan o. i tot the yumcha for meipei farewell 1.. c c for bday pulak... for me, jhi tzun, kok leong, n kok hong. erm actually only mine bday in tis month, kok leong in march n kok hong n jhi tzun in april...haha. now only celeb r!? haiz wat to do la every1 busy wit their stuff. anyway here is da cake from last nite














notice anything wrong wit da cake??? as i mentioned bday for 4 person but then only 3 names on da cake. where is da other 1??? k as u can c there is kok leong, kok hong n yu kiat.. where is jhi tzun?? haha. here is da trick, since da cake is small n cant really fit 4 names on it, jhi tzun's name was cut short so only his surname(leong) can be fit onto the cake. conclusion jhi tzun n kok leong r sharing the same name. haha how creative. combination of art phycology student...
random pix from last nite....













l-r : jhi tzun, me, soon leong, kok hong, kok leong




























me: who cut the cake 1st?? jhi tzun let u cut 1st la u so cham dun hav your name hahaha.
jhi tzun : dun wan. "wa beh song!"
soon leong : dun like tat la. lol.














l-r : su yeng, mei pei

aiya till here 1st. going back to cyber... continue later ^^

Eschewing The Red Carpet Treatment

You can't see the H-O-L-L-Y-W-O-O-D sign
from Westwood Village (it's on the blind-side of the hills),
but it's easy to feel it's glitter-streaked fingertips
caressing your flesh and tickling you all about the ribcage.
Westwood Village is Playboy Mansion territory.
Bel-Air to the North. Beverly Hills to the East.
Westwood is where Marilyn Monroe’s bones lay in eternal rest.
The Majestic Crest Theater stands on the rise
like a shimmering mirage of vintage Art Deco delight.
A true landmark single-screen cinema. A beacon of hope.
Constructed in 1941 by Peter and Jane Fonda's mum,
it boasts its very own cyclorama depicting a variety
on Hollywoodland establishments from the Golden Age.
That'll be me, sat right at the back there,
eating salted popcorn like it’s going out of fashion.
That'll be my film, up there on the big-screen,
in glorious flicker-flicker monochromatic 35mm 1:85.
The fluorescent starlights on the theater's ceiling,
I've been reliably informed, are celestially accurate.
It's seven in the evening back in Finchley. And its raining.

On The Longest Of Days

Awoken from slumber
by a cacophonous dawn chorus of
nesting birds in imported palm trees
I sit red-eyed upon the roof terrace and watch
the solstice-day sun slowly rise
above the manicured canals of this Pacific Playland.
Carried aflame by the chariot of Helios
the Solar Impeller
wanders the bright wide Californian sky
alone without clouds
for hour upon hour after hour
before finally dipping behind the carousel
and sinking into the heart of the Santa Monica mountains.
The sand burns beautiful pink for a moment or more.
The bums begin to wake from their afternoon of slumber.
I've had days when I've felt
more out of my depth in a foreign land,
but not too many.
Thankfully, the stroll back to Venice along the boardwalk
helps put things back into some kind of vague perspective.

Transylvania, RM19 1QW

Before moving to his pimped-up vampyre castle
in the Carpathian Mountains of Székelyland,
Bram Stoker's Dracula lived in a house in Purfleet.
In Thurrock.
Just within the eastern boundary of the M25 motorway.
This far into Essex, the Thames is flat and wide and swollen.
It has the feel of the German industrial heartland.
Or maybe Holland. Or Flanders.
This far into Essex, the Thames is flat and wide and swollen.
And it smells. Badly. Of rotten blubber. Of decomposing mammal.
All in all, best to keep the bedroom windows shut.
And hung with garlic. Just in case.

SoMeThInG ElsE

She is a diamond, I am a stone
I come from nowhere, she's been to Rome
Her daddy's a lawyer and mines not around
She has good manners, I'm rough all around

But you could come from something, you could come from nothing
You could be a princess, you could be a working man
But in the end...

We all want something else (We all want something else)
We all want something we can't have
We all want something else (We all want something else)
We all want something strange to us
Maybe a roll in the dirt, or it's a seat in first class
We all want something we can't have.

She wants to go to restaurants in Beverly Hills and people stare
But I don't care it's just what she grew up around.
She drags me to parties where people ask me where I went to college
She knows damn well I barely finished school.
She knows a lot about yearly salaries and trust funds and dividends
She knows that I don't really care at all
But we got together and it's working ok

Where Would We Be Now

I smile, you laugh, I look away

I sigh, you ask me why, I say,
"It's ok" and I'm just feeling down
Your hand on mine I hear the words
If only love had found us first,
Our lives, they would be different, oh

So I stand and wait
I am just a man

Where would we be now baby if we found each other first?
Where would we be now baby?

And now I must confess
That I'm a sinking ship
And I'm anchored by the weight of my heart cause it's filled with these feelings
But I keep my true thoughts locked beside my heart's black box
And it won't be found, it will survive through the smoke or the wreckage

So I crash and burn
I got a lot of things to learn, oh

Where would we be now baby if we found each other first?
What would you do now darling if I said these simple words?
I'll wait, I'll wait... As long as you want.

But where would we be now baby?

I'll wait, I'll wait

But where would we be now baby if we found each other first?
What would you do now darling if I said these simple words?
I'll wait, I'll wait... As long as you want.

But where would we be now baby?

I'll wait, I'll wait
I'll wait, I'll wait

Victims of LOVE

In the beginning, I tried to warn you
"You play with fire, it's gonna burn you."
And here we are now, same situation
You never listen, I never listen

Now I am thinkin' of a way that I can make an escape
It's got me caught up in a web and my hearts the prey
Do you really wanna throw your heart away?
Away, away

Everybody's hurt somebody before
Everybody's been hurt by somebody before
You can change, but you'll always come back for more
It's a game and we are all just victims of love

Don't try to fight it
Victims of love
You can't decide it
Victims of love, victims of love

Now you've back tracked, you're runnin' away
Cause it just happened again
And you just want it to end
You're tryin' your best not to let yourself go cold, so cold

Now you think about the things you thought you wanted to say
But when you open up your mouth, it don't come out that way
Are you really gonna throw your heart away?
Away, away

A BAFTA Premiere

The trophy masque that
adorns the wall, is over-sized and
somewhat Apollonian in appearance.
Those tight golden curls and slender nose.
The pursed lips and razor-sharp cheek-bones.
And he's winking at me.
With his one empty eye.
I’ve bought a new suit for the occasion.
I’ve tried to learn my lessons from last time.
In the audience are four generations of Plester;
including my 80-year-old grandmother
and my 1-year-old niece. Both of whom
behave themselves impeccably throughout.
Now you know me. Me and Sundays don't really get on.
We rub each other up the wrong way. It's been documented.
Thankfully, today proves an exception to the rule.

joga bonito~~

haha.. too muh futsal lately.... more futsal, more money spending... haiz. at least it makes me happy =). need a new pair of futsal boots!!! aiming for umbro since is cheaper but not sure can get my size onot. haiz. c! tall is useless! went yumcha wit beloved monkeys yesterday ^^ it was great. gather at susu's house n webcaming wit jean n cheah from aus. too bad meipei, yat leng n kok hong cant make it. went wong kok for dinner then had a crazy chit chat! laugh till ki siau. then got kutuk-kutuk abit. lol. back stab!! hehe.













after dinner, sis gave me tis ticket above. malaysia seventeen (magazine) summer splash party. i think is gonna be fun. is going to be on tis saturday, 9 of jun. too bad i only hav 2 tickets for it. so for those who wanted to join but i din invite u then sorry r.... hehe. n guess wat sum1 actually believe tat only those wit bikini can enter the party lol!!! n guess who izzit?!?!?! is our richest cow!! ms susu! haha. while the summer party running in my mind.. only i remember tat i left my board short n jean at cyber. hav to go all the way there to bring it home. lazy ler. then talking bout jean.... miracle did happened.... my dad bought me levi's jean!! wuuhoo!! i still can believe tat. thanks dad! n dun jealous sis =p lol.