flaming

lots of news bt bloggers nowadays
what with flaming skls n tchrs plus racism
den kena sue without warning and all
im glad ive kept forgetting to do any of those
yes im an anti-*beep* as well
yes the beep can be anything so u cant sue me

feel very tempted to critisize smtg
but that'll be kinda stupid
like jumping into the river
after seeing crocs swallow ppl whole in it
summore i heard cannot imply oso
so shall not take no risk
instead
i will type very neutral stuffs
or stuff the "victims" involved want to hear

newaez went cut hair at fareast 2dae
for some reason la
wonder wad
newaez
saw eng tchr there
cuz she's supposedly got this accessory shop there
being a caring, thoughtful and responsible tchr
the first thing she asked
was that she tot i was supposed to b studying
so i pointed to my hair
being understanding
she nodded as we parted ways
heyhey i like my hair
wheeeee
first time never cut until as short as nose hair
great happiness

newaez
today bids jamien happy 5840days
thank you for being you
thank you for bringing me to church
thank you for mentoring me how to make hair
thank you for there
leaning over the table when im feeling kinky
happy 16

here it comes

so it comes to this afterall
we make the decision
expose ourselves to the fall
to fulfill this shared vision
to together stand tall

what we will face
i cannot say
but whatever the taste
let come what may
then at the stars we will gaze
our burdens we lay

i promised and so i will
i'll be the one i'll fit your bill
it'll be part of our own deal
take me till your very fill

crawl and sprint

another hardcore review day
taxing i tell u
well at least no being singled out
regardless, time was by no means galloping away
it was limping
time burning entertaintment came in small pockets
from goldfish/ting mini piano concerts
to trapping bits of sponge in ppls hair
to caressing poor william

after school ended
everything zapped off in a blur
so fast the details have somehow eluded me
and i am therefore unable to blog it all out
right
its just for me to know
and for u to find out
unless of course, u already do

so what is it now?
its unofficial
yet so real and mutual
this thing we share
this uncertainty we bear
at least its a good headache
its all real none fake

siao liao

multitudes of students file into the auditorium
slowly, they shuffle sideways into the rows of seats
finally, everyone is settled down
they wait in great impatience for it to be over
for the english paper review to be over

the students shift restlessly in their seats
totally uninterested in the teacher's droning
then it came to scrutinizing the mistakes of one candidate
everyone perks up
this has gotta be funny

it is a summary passage
apparently some foolish idiot did it
substituted lots of words
but got lousy marks
another guy just lifted
and got much higher
what a loser, everyone thinks

the passage flashes on the auditorium screen
every eye begins to inspect the defective summary
no index number, though

then it struck me
like being struck by the stark realisation that it was my script
it was my script
fazed, i carefully read the summary over again
word for word
my way of the summary had been punctured
gone are the 17s and above
11 was the score

OMP
haha well hope its the only part where i died la
i still tink i can rake in a 2 or 3
sobsob?

prelim aftermath

one carefree life
one study free time
one period of relaxation
one moment only

there's still de feeling at e back of de head
some dire need to hit the books or practice
but the other half of me calling out to slouch
let down my shoulders
relak one korner

the turn of the prelims
brought an ankle and wrist injury
recovering mythically fast tho
must have been the prayer
i can walk now
i am not lame
i hear the protests

life is good
things are going beautifully
even if the prelims start decomposing
i guess its still pretty much fine
my life has turned for the better
ive stepped into the light at e end of e tunnel
ive breathed the freshest of air
im running into the horizon
towards a wide, open green plain
where the sky meets the land
and the orange(yellow? red?) sun semi-submerges
wtvr
life is good

dire dota

as many urban males in sg have found
or rather the adolescent community has found
that dota can be quite very addictive
so much so that ppl
spend money to lan
spend time on bnet
throw com monitors out the widows when they get owned
and many more

today i decided to indulge in a game of 6.12b
everything was well
was half owning
then it hit me
like gastric pains that crush your insides very badly
i had gastric pains
however
reluctant to loosen my hold on a fairly fine game
i kept away from de food and stuck to de screen

and so i released enuf butt air to supply a save water mascot
noe those inflated water droplets that got stolen?
yesh those
if i had let everything all out at one go i wldve broken a record
or worse
enshroud myself in the fart and die
making the world a much sadder place

newaez on a more cheery note
happy 17 to yanni
sorry it had to go under a smelly post
ah yes did i mention?
jolin tsai's birthday as well

just happy me

instead of staying home to study 2dae
i spent my day out
no regrets i say
no regrets at all

days like these should happen more often
at least there's smtg else to look forward to
den maybe life wun seem so long
time wun pass so slowly
in fact everything flew past too quickly today
someone should invent a time capsule quick
so can save the time u dun need
and load it out when u need it
cool, no?

which puts me to wonder
will time run too fast for me?
afterall ive been used to a draggy dimension
a sudden acceleration might just unsettle me
forward or retreat?
i dunno
just trust in God everything shld come fine
all i noe is im happy

bbq insects

there's this really strong lamp in my living room
super bright, hot and all
as we all or most know
insects like to hover ard light sources
the bulb, being exposed,
has toasted several insects that have flown its way
after bbq-ing de poor creatures,
the lamp emits some smoke
which is kinda cool and all
but there's the smell as well-
the essence of the insects
sick can
the stench floats up ur nostrils
ugghhhh

just a few days back
several bugs decided to take a field trip to the lamp
approx 3 of them approached the illuminated one at once
that was some smoke man
some smell, too
and even more spectacular was when the bulb cracked
strength in numbers, they say
the burning was too much for the glass

it was a pit of chao tah insects when the lamp was lowered
so beautiful leiii
hmmmm

new template

decided bloggy was due for a change
since i haf e nxt 3days free
cuz of pprs i dun take
tot i cld waste some precious time here
life is good
adieu

No title

Silence. Zach could even hear the pulsating sound of his blood gushing through his veins with every heartbeat, much less the sound of his own breathing. With each step taken down the cobble path, everything became clearer. Zach was stepping out of what seemed to be a shroud of complete nothingness. Zach’s watch, still running on the time he arrived here, read 10:34am.

The sky was blacker than pitch black. Somehow however, Zach could make out a sort of whirlpool above in the heavens, or whatever was above. By now, even with the absence of light, the path that lay ahead was very much illuminated.

He had been walking for quite a while now, but nothing seemed to vary on the plain road that was barricaded by low cobblestone walls. Beyond the cobblestone walls is a pure void. Even nothing seemed too much a word for the empty abyss. Zach felt no sense of evil here. Nor was there joy, sorrow or any emotions that a human soul could grasp. This realm is devoid of everything, anything and nothing.

This is the end of time

The end of time is a dimension where everything that ever existed collapsed and came to an end. Everything – from the entire universe to all the unknowns that were present beyond the universe collapsed; nothing could withstand the test of time. Well, almost everything. Zach, together with the cobblestone path were evidently still in existence.

Still treading aimlessly down the walkway, Zach began to recap how he ended up here in the first place.

Relaxing to the chill morning breeze, Zach stood at the deck of his yacht and watched the seagulls overlap each other in jest. Extending his limbs, he stretched lazily before collapsing into the foldable chair. Zach was totally oblivious to the impending disaster that would soon befall him.

As Zach closed his eyes to listen to the gentle sound of the waves crashing against his yacht, he realized that he could not hear any. He got to his feet and made his way to the side of the yacht. The waves had seized their motion and were indefinitely immobile. However the yacht was still drifting towards a seemingly darker patch of water. It was too late.

Zach suddenly snapped back to reality as he stepped off the cobblestone path into the empty void unconsciously. He tried to jump back onto the cobblestones but found no friction. He began to fall…

Zach fell and fell. There was no end to it. Suddenly, his head ached. His memories from since he landed in the end of time whitewashed. He landed with a thud in pure darkness. It was empty, it was silent. His watch read 10.34pm.

why

the crescent moon depicts the void
as the crimson pieces lay unpatched
sad songs to my core deployed
under my chin are my hands to catch

the rose is real again
it blossoms without restraint
but will planting it end in vain?
the stitched crack again to taint
unspeakable will be the silent pain
is there no other picture to paint?
im tired of losing this unusual game

this is my fear
fear that makes fortresses disappear
to once again be without cheer
alone with that faithful tear

to camp again with a heavy heart
isnt this the actual start?
take that stake and draw my blood
i don't want to crumble under this gray flood

take the pieces and cast them aside
together with the times when i hid and cried
this time i will not suffer and bide
back and forth that is how i died
flushed by the waves and by the tide
to shield the soft belly the weak inside

khingky's book of records

came up with a list of wierd records
or my very own khingky's book of records
with a taste of khingky's believe it or not

longest fart : roughly 12secs
longest bus ride : 6hrs
longest piece of da bian : approx. 23cm
fastest shower : 1.5mins
fastest pang sai session : 2mins
longest crush : 4years
longest stone time : 30+mins
longest sleep : 16hrs
longest phone call : 8pm-5am (9hrs)
longest period without phonecalls : 4months
most amt of cash in wallet at one time : 1k

ok thats all i can tink of fer now
anwz 2dae went acsinternational funfair
haha there was this archery thing we tried
as in with real arrows and bows
my first hit was how nice lah... kinda near e bulls eye
the second however... was miserable
it went at least 5m off mark
piece thru e canvas in e background and went thru e fence to e other side
so malu =(

numbers 23:19
God is not a man, that he should lie
nor a son of man, that he should repent
has he said, and he will not do?
Or has he spoken, and he will not make it good?

hahaha

quenched are the unliving
innumerable the non-existent blessings
undermined are the comings
thrifty to ends the loving
intricate are the proceedings
nocturnal the reminiscing
guessing yet my meaning?


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