Tell me when you're gone.

Nothing will ever move me towards your direction.
I'm refusing communication even as days goes by.
Beware, the real me is about to be unleashed.


Words are powerful tools, a wrong choice brings about violence and unrest. Like clocks that tick, if ever both hands on the clock's face ever had the ability to talk, what would they say to each other? How about the hand that ticked the seconds away?

Can I ever pass a day that I do not have to open my mouth and communicate. I do not understand the mindset of the innate quiet characters. What's going on in their brain the very second when the rest are squabbling away.

Seeing the young and old alike, wasting their money away. Sucking puffs of tobacco filled smoke but never inhaling. Irritating.

Writing in short sentences is never my forte and never will be.

Perhaps reading the world's shortest stories about love and murder inspired me a little. Maybe i should have cut the amount of words typed to just 55. If u were to have the life span the same as a reef, what would u do, seeing the centuries passing, wars waged and historic events that might have made you a worldwide celebrity.

Someone define happiness to me, for I'm an alien to the concept of happiness. Euphoria don't exist in my dictionary. Perhaps it's the greedy nature, might be the lack of satisfaction from the things i achieved or the things i will never achieve. All along, I thought by living my life the way I wanted, would be a milestone. Yet after all these years, thinking about it, what if I have lived the way the rest wanted me to live? Keys to this kinda questions are never found. Never. As much as we all struggle to make this lifetime the best possible one we will ever have, the more suffering we are, deep down inside.

Keeping a blog and typing anything here doesn't have a meaning and never will. Reflections of my personal inner thoughts are mostly exhibited here.

Goodbye, Solitaire.

Spending more than what i can afford has always been a fatality for me since young. My financial management skills really need to be brushed up, something that i would admit. Yet, at times, when denial is such a great mechanism, no one would ever bother to face their own flaws. It's amazing how everyone else keeps insisting on the phrase that no one's ever perfect but is that enough? We can all strive on to be a better person. At the end of the line, the only beneficiary is yourself. I can go rattle on and on, yet not practising what you preach is nonsensical indeed. Whenever a finger is being pointed, the apparent target builds up an immediate shield and try to refrain from responsibility. It takes that much courage to admit, isn't it?

Me and Choo was crapping about being future teachers (if that was possible). I there's always a bunch of us out there who has this ambition of being the next GTO or something. Imagine me, GTH (Great Teacher Hai). Walk into class in the morning, "eh, no need, no need." " Those wana go canteen eat breakfast, carry on." Fancy the high pay and not forgettin cheap food! (remember how dirt cheap that chicken rice used to be in your school canteen?) Fancy scolding CB when your students pissed you off. Amazing. Sitting on the table, talking crap cos you don't feel like teaching that particular day. "Mr Lee, wait!" and imagine me turning around and giving the reply, "Simi?". Go out and party with pals the previous night, goin in first lesson with the hangover look, telling the students it's free period and taking a nap. Priceless. The above mentioned parts are pure fallacies, the local education system can't accept assholes like me. HAHA


P.S : added two vids in profile, click to view. Awesome shit.

Figured that out.

If it was up to me, I would never walk out.
As words were thrown, lies on satin sheets.
I may be invited, but I'm not coming in.
Does anything matter, when you're already dead.
If only all well ends well, things might be perceived from a different P.O.V
Her only hope was for both to excel, yet she was shot with a bullet named bitter disappointment.
For now, I can only pray, for nothing to befall on her.
She deserved better.
I promised to be good from now.

The world is a vampire

In the eggshell like factor,
my soul grew older,
in the morning gaze,
the days clocked away.

As I count my ticks,
the routine went insane,
For I'm not a man,
bounded by the world of hate.

Seemingly I pray,
For the better years ahead,
As I struggle my way,
I lied myself dead.

x.x

How lowly must she swooped, in the name of fame
How pathetic must she act, to embrace fame.
If it was by another, the words meant nothing further.
So why are we deceived by the words of unclean.
The one who would do anything, just to embrace fame.