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Thursday, August 24, 2006
I finally met my sexybabes , Maizura and Xinyi. Though Xinyi was dressed in an aunty ensemble which could attract even the most senile and myopic grannies in the world, we still had lotsa fun. I think this sums it up fine :
".. we spent 15% mugging, 55% gossiping, 3% eating mamee, 15% bitching and 12% cam-whoring "
- kampong chief aka Maizura the new owner of a nokia 6280 which has a very controversial wallpaper picture!
it really took my mind of the stupid jocks and pretentious people around me. Even people whom i called my friends seem to have an alternative reflection i was too blind to pay attention too. Oh wells. I really need to thank Jings for having a heartful chat. We thought it was really "cool" to hang out by the water-coolers [ no pun intended ]. I had some time bitching with my favourite drama senoirs and not forgetting the best teachers teaching me now. Noreen, Myself, Jenny and Jings betrayed our fellow houses and went to chill with Joyee and Josephine at the Owens house. It was kinda fun i guess.
Anyway i managed to compose two more poems in school. Enjoy
Mask games
Your face, its dripping
like acid playing with flesh
on a -
pink and raw puppet
Lead words
burden your red cannon
of lies as we walk ahead in a parade
of glass masquerade
Each day you crawl
between hawthornes and roses
which devour rancid butterflies.
Seek your prey, seek not the strong
Don't dance on bleached-red concrete
It bites, you bite, bide
the time to unveil your wishes
to hide your summer welts
I know, the light shows
you dancing alone in a white-washed room
full of porcelain faces.
Wishing
Wishing.
You're Late
You're tendrils kiss me
and constrict my tender innocence out of my mouth.
Savage venuses bloom as roots of crimson
pierce and peel at the sky
Do you dare hold the hand of another? Why lay
brazen in your contempt !
The banging of blood and slitting of throats
lull me back to silence.
Lying in one too many,
late night conundrums
your touch so sharp
shards of cold ice.
Let go Father, Let go
We wish you not anything
then your timely perish
Keys will fly out from
your eulogy spilled satin bed.
I love you and
I loved you for too long.
The moon is gone now, and the clouds scurry
as i take one step away from you.
Now you're late,
like the second hand ticking in my heart.
Late, for its up, Daddy
Time.
rate them and comment. yes yes?
[ i simply dig maiz's expression .. ]
: Let's slit our wrists , just to know we're alive
caught a razor butterfly at - 9:22 PM |
