Feeling this cold
and empty inside
at this time of year
isn't a new experience.
It's become something of a perennial problem.
Lord please send me a down's syndrome child
or a partner with progressive alzheimers
or some malignant cancer of the colon.
Something worthwhile that I can pour myself into.
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Sunday, January 28, 2007
This One's For Timothy
It's only the second time
someone's ever dedicated a song to me on stage.
It only serves to hyper-focus my annoyance
with certain sections of the crowd around me,
who are ignoring the constant calls for a bit of hush.
I want to drag these people outside
by their ludicrously back-combed hair,
push them down a sidestreet
and run them through with
a rusty blade.
Preferably an agricultural sickle.
I want to see their hot blood
bubble and steam onto the damp cobblestones
and rise effortlessly into the night sky.
If I can be bothered, I may even
skin them whilst they still draw breath
and wear their worthless flesh like
a scuba-diver might wear a neoprene wetsuit.
Is it really so hard to keep your
fat flapping mouths shut for a half-an-hour?
Show a little respect, eh? Thankyou.
someone's ever dedicated a song to me on stage.
It only serves to hyper-focus my annoyance
with certain sections of the crowd around me,
who are ignoring the constant calls for a bit of hush.
I want to drag these people outside
by their ludicrously back-combed hair,
push them down a sidestreet
and run them through with
a rusty blade.
Preferably an agricultural sickle.
I want to see their hot blood
bubble and steam onto the damp cobblestones
and rise effortlessly into the night sky.
If I can be bothered, I may even
skin them whilst they still draw breath
and wear their worthless flesh like
a scuba-diver might wear a neoprene wetsuit.
Is it really so hard to keep your
fat flapping mouths shut for a half-an-hour?
Show a little respect, eh? Thankyou.
Saturday, January 27, 2007
holiday review =p
phew. the end of my holiday. tis time holiday was fun.. went to penang n malacca. eat eat eat! ate too much penang laksa went back n 'lau sai'. lol. then in malacca, cd!!! (cahaya dinar) i miss u so much!!! banana juice!!! n also your roti!!! damm nice!! compare to cyber mamak.... haiz nothing to say juz SWT!
penang laksa = asam laksa
oh chian = fried oyster
penang best cendol!
dim sum!! the only place the penang ppl will speak cantonese.
enough of food can onot! making me hungry. haha.
ok ok. 25th of jan. we had a farewell party for our beloved cheah hwei cheng! n teh wen jean! they r going to sdyney soon T.T sob~sob. cheah on 30 jan n jean 8 feb. less than 1 month! b4 they stop breathing malaysia's air!!! n will soon sharing air wit kangaroos n koalas. haha. cool!well tat nite was fun! really really fun! 1 of da best party ever! too bad jhitzun cant join us n meipei donno wat da heck happened to her. at 1st she cried abit then went back home straight wit reason - online meeting. well juz hope she is ok. jean...... after u leave i cant eat custard anymore. arr!!
da best custard!! =p. damm food again!
happy monkey! family!!!
im afraid tat i cant go to klia on tat day to say famous last word - goodbye. keeping my fingers crossing! so incase i cant make it to klia. i wanna wish both of u hav a safe journey, take care, study smart not hard, dun waste too much money, n come back asap!!
penang laksa = asam laksa
oh chian = fried oyster
penang best cendol!
dim sum!! the only place the penang ppl will speak cantonese.
enough of food can onot! making me hungry. haha.
ok ok. 25th of jan. we had a farewell party for our beloved cheah hwei cheng! n teh wen jean! they r going to sdyney soon T.T sob~sob. cheah on 30 jan n jean 8 feb. less than 1 month! b4 they stop breathing malaysia's air!!! n will soon sharing air wit kangaroos n koalas. haha. cool!well tat nite was fun! really really fun! 1 of da best party ever! too bad jhitzun cant join us n meipei donno wat da heck happened to her. at 1st she cried abit then went back home straight wit reason - online meeting. well juz hope she is ok. jean...... after u leave i cant eat custard anymore. arr!!
da best custard!! =p. damm food again!
happy monkey! family!!!
im afraid tat i cant go to klia on tat day to say famous last word - goodbye. keeping my fingers crossing! so incase i cant make it to klia. i wanna wish both of u hav a safe journey, take care, study smart not hard, dun waste too much money, n come back asap!!
Thursday, January 25, 2007
Farewell Brother
I never got to know Russell that well.
Not nearly as well as I would've liked.
But from the moment I first met him,
I knew I had found myself a kindred spirit.
It was one of those separated-at-birth moments.
He made me chuckle did Russell.
He had that rare ability to make me cringe too.
The last time I saw him, he told me about
the afternoon he lost his virginity
to a local girl
in a flat above a hairdresser's salon in Hampshire.
Over dinner, he insisted on
bluetoothing me some low-res S&M pornography.
Russell's son, Charlie, is part
Cherokee Indian - on his mother's side.
My heart soars like an eagle
to that golden place where his father's soul
now mingles with the green corn and the 13 moons;
there to share a sacred smoke
with the Oldest Wind
and the ancient Thunder Beings.
Not nearly as well as I would've liked.
But from the moment I first met him,
I knew I had found myself a kindred spirit.
It was one of those separated-at-birth moments.
He made me chuckle did Russell.
He had that rare ability to make me cringe too.
The last time I saw him, he told me about
the afternoon he lost his virginity
to a local girl
in a flat above a hairdresser's salon in Hampshire.
Over dinner, he insisted on
bluetoothing me some low-res S&M pornography.
Russell's son, Charlie, is part
Cherokee Indian - on his mother's side.
My heart soars like an eagle
to that golden place where his father's soul
now mingles with the green corn and the 13 moons;
there to share a sacred smoke
with the Oldest Wind
and the ancient Thunder Beings.
Friday, January 19, 2007
Emmy You're Great
Emmy is wearing her favourire cardigan.
Her fringe hangs just above her sparkling eyelashes.
She sings of tigers
and big-tops
and stomach cramps.
Her words delivered with both bite and beauty.
Like a slingshot from the heart.
Emmy reminds me a little of this girl I used to know.
She too could sing like an angel
and weave her fingers across the strings of a guitar.
Sadly her courage and passion tended to come and go;
ebbing and flowing with the tide.
Always dependent on the pull of the milky moon.
Emmy The Great
Her fringe hangs just above her sparkling eyelashes.
She sings of tigers
and big-tops
and stomach cramps.
Her words delivered with both bite and beauty.
Like a slingshot from the heart.
Emmy reminds me a little of this girl I used to know.
She too could sing like an angel
and weave her fingers across the strings of a guitar.
Sadly her courage and passion tended to come and go;
ebbing and flowing with the tide.
Always dependent on the pull of the milky moon.
Emmy The Great
Thursday, January 18, 2007
My Celebrity Lookalikes
Tim Roth: 22%
Edward Norton: 10%
the drummer from Supergrass: 10%
The Monkees' Mike Nesmith (the one with the bobblehat): 55%
Rodney Trotter: at least 15%
(when I wear my glasses) Jarvis Cocker: 31%
Dustin Hoffman: 15% (mainly for the nose).
Big Bird from 'Sesame Street': 75% (again, the nose)
A "young" Pete Townsend: 99%
For if it's true that everyone look like Pete Townsend
in the back of a spoon,
then I must be the back of that universal spoon.
Find The Celebrity In You
Edward Norton: 10%
the drummer from Supergrass: 10%
The Monkees' Mike Nesmith (the one with the bobblehat): 55%
Rodney Trotter: at least 15%
(when I wear my glasses) Jarvis Cocker: 31%
Dustin Hoffman: 15% (mainly for the nose).
Big Bird from 'Sesame Street': 75% (again, the nose)
A "young" Pete Townsend: 99%
For if it's true that everyone look like Pete Townsend
in the back of a spoon,
then I must be the back of that universal spoon.
Find The Celebrity In You
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Fit As A Broken Fiddle
I just can't seem to shift this cough.
It's been almost 2 whole weeks now.
It started off as one of those
tickles at the back of the throat,
developed into full blown pharyngitis
with accompanying rhinorrhea,
before moving up into the cerebellum for a day
and finally deciding to remove its viral shoes
and set-up home in my thoracic cavity.
The doctor's surgery on Sloane Square feels frozen in time.
The cramped rooms may aswell be illuminated by gas lamps.
Pinned and mounted to the walls
like framed butterflies
are many many
signed photographs of various stars of stage and screen.
And Jimmy Nail.
I perch on a padded high-backed green leather armchair,
whilst the physician takes my pulse
looks briefly at my tongue
and asks me how much I weigh.
He sends me on my way with a clean bill of health.
No materia medica is prescribed.
The German's have a word for men of his ilk.
And that word is quacksalber.
It's been almost 2 whole weeks now.
It started off as one of those
tickles at the back of the throat,
developed into full blown pharyngitis
with accompanying rhinorrhea,
before moving up into the cerebellum for a day
and finally deciding to remove its viral shoes
and set-up home in my thoracic cavity.
The doctor's surgery on Sloane Square feels frozen in time.
The cramped rooms may aswell be illuminated by gas lamps.
Pinned and mounted to the walls
like framed butterflies
are many many
signed photographs of various stars of stage and screen.
And Jimmy Nail.
I perch on a padded high-backed green leather armchair,
whilst the physician takes my pulse
looks briefly at my tongue
and asks me how much I weigh.
He sends me on my way with a clean bill of health.
No materia medica is prescribed.
The German's have a word for men of his ilk.
And that word is quacksalber.
Friday, January 12, 2007
the fallen...
well is the end of my 2nd sem... 10 sems to go!! arr!! so fast.. izzit good or bad??? erm no comment lol. well lets look back at the year 2006.... overall it was a 'so-so' year for me. i felt tat soket is no longer soket anymore same goes to yukie.. not really yukie anymore. i donno wat happened to me.. izzit because of tat 'hamster' stuff? i donno... i dun hav the smile or laugh of the previous soket anymore. n i dun really play games anymore. but dun worry i will still be me. juz tat i lost sumthing inside me.. but then i will find them back! wish me lucky ^^
Friday, January 5, 2007
OMG!! OMF!G!!!!
Dear EEN1026 students,
Due to unexpected events, I regret to inform that the subject EEN1026
(Electronics II) has to be re-examined. The re-examination shall be
conducted at the following time:
Date : Monday, 8 January 2007
Time : 9.00am
Venue : as stated in the new exam slip (you may start printing the new
exam slip on 5 January)
We very much regret should this re-examination is to cause any
inconvenience to any of you. Please consult your respective Dean should
you have any queries on the matter
Thank you and regards,
Head
Examination and Records Unit. i should be enjoying myself now..but then...!!!arrr!!!! u better watch out!!!! dun think i dun dare to show u my finger!! 8 of jan is actually the 1st day of my holiday!! X(Wednesday, January 3, 2007
NeW YeaR
good bye to 2006, n hello to 2007!!! yeah!!! so much to blog but finals pulling my fingers away from the keyboard T.T sob~sob. anyway juz to update the blog cuz sum1 was bugging me cuz of tis... u know who u r!!! hehe, juz kidding. having finals, juz now (8pm) was the 1st paper. electronics 2! did alot mistakes!!! ARARARARARARAR!!!!! stupid me!!! next paper is on friday (digital logic design) n last paper on satuday (malaysia study..sien) then H.O.L.I.D.A.Y!!!!!!! holiday!!! HOLIDAY!!! HoLiDaY!!! hOlIdAy!!! hahahahahaha. well tomoro need to continue study for the digital logic!!! "is only 1 or 0 is tat simple" ...... give me a BREAK. ok time to bed. nite every1. happy belated new year! wish me luck!!.
Monday, January 1, 2007
Glückliches Neues Jahr
My best friend first went missing in February, 2001.
Chronic stress, brought on
by the pressures of work and family life,
caused his mind to bend
like hot toffee treacle
and almost break itself in two.
He suffered some form of dissociative amnesia.
A fugue state if you will.
When he "awoke" several days later,
he had no clear memory of the previous 72 hours.
He returned to his wife and children in Germany,
spent a couple of weeks in bed, and sought medical help.
An MRT scan revealed no tumours or organic anomalies.
He went missing again towards the tail-end of 2004.
This time the brief reactive psychosis was not as pronounced.
It felt, to me at least, as more of a cry for help.
He wondered if he might be mad. He was told he wasn't mad.
He described the experience as; "like playing monopoly".
He was still losing the game, but learning from each defeat.
When he vanished again in early 2005, I feared the worst.
This time however, the mental illness was only partly to blame.
This time there was another woman involved.
And yes, this complicated matters somewhat.
He left his wife and children and moved South to Munich.
We didn't speak for many months.
He couldn't face the people he felt he had let down.
I came to accept the fact
that there was a distinct possibility
I might never see my best friend again.
All I ever craved from him was a simple apology.
When that finally came, the floodgates quickly re-opened.
So much so, that I've travelled here to Munich
to celebrate the dawning of the brand new year.
My best friend has offered me a bed for a few of nights on his new leather sofa.
We've been up to the Alps and marvelled at the panorama.
I haven't seen him this happy in years.
Awaiting him, on this the first morning of the year 2007AD,
is a kitchen sink full of Ouzo-fuelled cold vomitus
and the remnants of last night's dirty washing-up.
Thankfully, not a drop of the sick is mine.
I was on the cola and orange Spezi's all night.
Officially the most sober man in The Free State of Bavaria.
Chronic stress, brought on
by the pressures of work and family life,
caused his mind to bend
like hot toffee treacle
and almost break itself in two.
He suffered some form of dissociative amnesia.
A fugue state if you will.
When he "awoke" several days later,
he had no clear memory of the previous 72 hours.
He returned to his wife and children in Germany,
spent a couple of weeks in bed, and sought medical help.
An MRT scan revealed no tumours or organic anomalies.
He went missing again towards the tail-end of 2004.
This time the brief reactive psychosis was not as pronounced.
It felt, to me at least, as more of a cry for help.
He wondered if he might be mad. He was told he wasn't mad.
He described the experience as; "like playing monopoly".
He was still losing the game, but learning from each defeat.
When he vanished again in early 2005, I feared the worst.
This time however, the mental illness was only partly to blame.
This time there was another woman involved.
And yes, this complicated matters somewhat.
He left his wife and children and moved South to Munich.
We didn't speak for many months.
He couldn't face the people he felt he had let down.
I came to accept the fact
that there was a distinct possibility
I might never see my best friend again.
All I ever craved from him was a simple apology.
When that finally came, the floodgates quickly re-opened.
So much so, that I've travelled here to Munich
to celebrate the dawning of the brand new year.
My best friend has offered me a bed for a few of nights on his new leather sofa.
We've been up to the Alps and marvelled at the panorama.
I haven't seen him this happy in years.
Awaiting him, on this the first morning of the year 2007AD,
is a kitchen sink full of Ouzo-fuelled cold vomitus
and the remnants of last night's dirty washing-up.
Thankfully, not a drop of the sick is mine.
I was on the cola and orange Spezi's all night.
Officially the most sober man in The Free State of Bavaria.
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