Drunk

June 11, 2008 at 4:49 am (Uncategorized)

So today is the first time i ever got drunk enough to feel dizzy. I think i skipped the so called “buzz” and went straight to “wasted” . Even as I’m typing this, I feel beer trying to come out of my mouth. excuse me. now, what I really had was two beers and some vodka. BUT! The first shot of vodka i had was pretty concentrated. That was, I realize now, a bad idea. As a side note, I will remind myself that I made a lot of spelling mistakes while I was typing this, only I still had enough presence of mind to correct them. Why am I enven writing this? So that I remember my first experience of intoxication. It’s alright, but I should watch it. Jessy, I promise not to do it again. Alright. I gtg gts (sleep). tomorrow, I have WORK at MSI. Whoo! bye….

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Night after she left

June 2, 2008 at 2:24 am (Uncategorized)

I saw a girl at the Roosevelt stop. She was black, and small. I put her maximum age at 18. I know I’m bad at guessing ages, and there are always Jessy’s in the world who look younger than they are, but at any rate, she looked young. She was alone, except…

She was carrying a baby.

And it broke my heart.

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I joined…

May 11, 2008 at 5:20 am (Uncategorized)

http://www.1000000monkeys.com

the number is one million.

visit me

yay!

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Blogthing true?

April 27, 2008 at 5:41 pm (Uncategorized)


You Are a Banana


You are mellow, easy going, and a total softie on the inside.
People find it really easy to get along with you. You suit most tastes.

And while you’re very sweet, you’re not boring or ordinary.
You have an attraction to the exotic, and you could show up anywhere… doing almost anything!

You are spirited, energetic, and a total kick to be around.
You’re also quite funny. Your sense of humor is on the goofy side, and it fits you well.

What Type of Fruit Are You?

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A step, a leap

January 15, 2008 at 2:18 pm (Uncategorized)

Tomorrow. Tomorrow I take my first step into reality, it seems. I’ve been living my life half asleep. But now the sleeper wakes, bit by bit. He moves and stretches parts of him he seems to have forgotten, or never knew existed. And they pain him, but he has to wake.

A big thank you to everyone who cared enough to say something, to everyone who wished me well. My relatives, my friends, my nearest and dearest.  A special one goes out to the one who waited for me to arrive. Through the many ups and downs, the disappointments, the loneliness, you still waited. Thank you.

Well, so long. Friends, you may see my back turned towards you as I make my way forward, but it is only because I have to see my way forward. My heart is with you all. For the times spent, the memories, for the lessons you have taught, here’s to you, my friends.

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Hurts

December 17, 2007 at 12:27 pm (Uncategorized)

任我想 我最多想一觉睡去
期待你 也至少劝我别劳累
但我把 谈情的气力转赠谁
跟你电话之中讲再会 再会谁

暴雨天 我至少想讲挂念你
然后你 你最多会笑着回避
避到底 明明不筋鴗都力疲
就当我还未放松自己

我想哭 你可不可以暂时别要睡
陪着我 像最初相识我当时未怕累
但如果 但如果说下去 或者 傻得我
彼此怎能爱下去

暴雨中 我到底怎么要害怕
难道你 无台风会决定留下
但我想 如楼底这夜倒下来 就算临别亦有通电话

我怕死 你可不可以暂时别要睡
陪着我 让我可以不靠安眠药进睡
但如果 但如果说下去 亦无非逼你
壹句话 如今跟某位同居

我的天 你可不可以暂时让我睡
忘掉爱 尚有多少工作失眠亦有罪
但如果 但如果怨下去 或者 傻得我
通宵找进接下去

离开 不应再打搅爱人 对不对

不是我没做到,是我没做得够完美。。。吧?
恨自己爱你,恨我爱你不够,不够爱你。。。

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Crossroads

December 14, 2007 at 3:30 pm (Uncategorized)

I stood, alone

Barbs behind me, left and right

I run one way to avoid one, and tear my side on the other, no matter where I run.

Blood all over, blood and tears.

Unforgiving barbs, have mercy.

I have already lost my purpose.

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Bloody Hell

December 7, 2007 at 5:23 am (Uncategorized)

I just want to be with my dear in America. Whatever you want from me, take it. take my goddam handphone, take my goddam salary. I’ll pay you back for every cent you spend, and if you want interest, you fucking got it. Just let me be wherever I want to be, doing what I want to do. I don’t feel like being understanding, not this time.

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Weeding

November 22, 2007 at 1:51 pm (Grass, Uncategorized)

Honey, I weeded the garden today. It looks much better now that most of the thorns and withered flowers have been thrown away. Still, some plants are worth a little bit to me, and i just locked them up, alright? Sorry for all the trouble I’ve caused dear. Love you.

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Memories

November 19, 2007 at 6:08 am (Lilies, Uncategorized)

My life seems to be filled with pain and hurt and unhappiness. At least, that’s apparently what my little garden reflects… She walked through it, once, and she told me it made her cry. Till today, she tells me that walking through my garden, she feels tears welling up again. Perhaps I should take a walk through the neglected bushes sometimes… But I don’t feel like it. I planted them, they grew into painfully exquisite creations, and I moved on. But thank you, dearest, for reminding me the depth of emotion I once placed into this garden. Perhaps another Dickon or Mary or Colin will come to revive it… It does seem so like <i>that</i> garden now. I should plant something new, trim a few branches, pull up some weeds… Some day.

I apologise, this garden has been left asleep for too long. Perhaps with the coming of spring… Perhaps, my dear…

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