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10 August, 2006
Astrayed
The sound of tearing might wake the neighbours up,
But how else am i supposed to get you off me.
Youve been writing my own clichs,
And isnt it cute how apathy makes everyone smile.
Somebody please help this man he looks nearly dead,
Hacksaw in hand and a new convertible head.
"I had to feel something, or die trying."
This one last inevitably written clich.
Edged with irony seems to have left us both,
With one truth: "the beast cannot live without host."
So without thought, starve sycophant.
I'll never believe you when you say everythings ok.
Wah! Its a great day man. Cold and windy. Haha. Maybe dat's why my bladder expands suddenly. Well, i needed to pee at least once every 10 minutes..? Ok, so i woke up at 0615hrs todae. I'm not yet crazy, but i juz had to. Need to go to Boon Lay MRT station. Sent my bro to his camp. National camp, i tink. I heard dat it's gonna be a bomb cuz tha president's gonna be tha special guest of honour on tomorrow's parade. His one lucky dude to get chosen. I juz hope dat he'll be able to blend in. U noe, he's one of those quiet quiet yet aggressive type kinda dude. Only a true fren wuld understand him. Anywaes, went home later on and slept lyk a hybernating bear. Wad tha hell. I'll be goin out again later in tha aftenoon fer my date. Yearh, a date wit tha barber. Rytez..
Hrm, i forgot. Happy 41st Birthday Singapore!! Yearh. Yesterday, tha family had a huge feast, at home lar of course. Didn't go out dis time. Ibu masak sop tulang, ayam panggang, etc. To cut it short, i had tha meal of tha year! Haha. Eh, wait, second meal of tha year, after my birthday dis year. However, i did watch tha fireworks on tha 8th of August. Holy smokes, tha Esplanade was like infested with human beings! We had to even squeeze among tha many many people to sit. Haiz. But i tink its ok la, cuz i get to sit beside dis cute gal wearing red with her frenz. Hrm, she seemed quiet. She didn't talk too much. She looked moodless. Lyk no spirit lyk dat. I saw her stare at my direction a couple of times. Well, maybe i was juz imagining things. Man, i was lyk alreadi tinking of asking fer her numbuh..but then when tha fireworks commenced, i saw a guy holding her hands. Whoa. Heart shattered again. Haha. She's alreadi had a boyfren la.. Well, maybe God was reali testing me. Hrm, nevermind Zakk, ur time will come. Juz chill fer now..
Ok, to end off, here's something i wrote in my head on my way home dat nite on tha MRT, although its only one quarter of wad it's supposed to be. Damn, how culd i forget tha whole thing..? Hahax. Anyway, thank u Amin fer actually BLOWING dat stupid whistle into my ears when i was sleeping at dat time! Maybe if u didn't do dat, i wun be able to remember dat gal. Hehe.
Wad's the use of falling in love?
When we always end up falling away
Away from the light of affection
Away into the dark realms of depression
Away
Being left astrayed..
reminisced;
- 1:38 PM
