Cheeps!

Hi, everybody.

Meet Chee Ping. He studies in UK, likes to dream, write poems and artsy fancy stuff. He's studying some really tough subject that i don't like. Probably engineering or something, don't remember. Physics perhaps? Or does it have something to do with the human body.

Honestly, i think he'll be suitable studying psychology.

He motivates people greatly, but sometimes he gets depress himself. He has a blog, and his father reads it. Something i just learned.

Anyway, this reminds me greatly of him. And i picked it up from his blog.

Bet you all like him already. Don't cha? I know i do.

One gruesome moment

Dear Lord,

They called me spoilt, a bimbo and a big lie,

But X-Files said the truth will set me free,

Or was it the bible, i can't remember.

You said to persevere when people mock,

But you know it's so hard to not give one fuck.

One fuck about him, just one. No?

You know my strength, i appear so strong,

You know my nights, the pain the sting.

I want to pray, but the tears the scorns?

Then devil called me, and oh it worsens.

To play along and lie to win,

To put him down and give him pain.

And yet another night when i sleep,

I wonder why my phone still don't bleep.

Where's the apology, where's the sorry,

Where's the i'm bad, i suck, please don't leave me.

It's never heard of, because he won.

I let him think,

That i don't deserve a thing.

Oh at least i still have the peace,

The clean conscious that lies in me.

You've always bestowed two fucks about me,

Listening, strengthening and walking by me. 

And i'm glad about the devil's call i missed,

This nightmare this pain is not to be missed.

Amen.

Dove shampoo

Yawn ..

Went to the English church service today, Saturday night, 1930. Prefer it over the usual Sunday dawn service, at 0730. Because i have to get up at 0600. It's almost ungodly. Yes it's still dawn to me at 0730. What's YOUR problem instead. Go get a life.

Last night, there's no current. When i'm sleeping.

So motherfucking hot. I got up in a blur and fumbled with the power box thingy. No luck.

Went back to sleep. Because i have to get up in a few hours for Japanese.

Slept during Japanese, friend name Fei kept trying to wake me up. But to no avail. It's 4 bloody hours. Poke la, pinch la, slap la. 20 seconds later i'm down again.

This Japanese is killing me, first by swallowing my extra 2 weeks of civilization in Subang, next by digesting my morning sleep. You know the awesome feeling just to snooze?

Oh. I just bought Dove shampoo. Nice.

Arts, ruined.

What pisses me more than anything about my University is their lack of appreciation for art. I felt so dumbfounded today when i flipped through the monthly subscription of National Geography magazines in my library today. These librarians are obviously too blinded by the guidelines of their religion that they acted in such a crude, unsophisticated manner. Your religion, doesn't and shouldn't affect the non followers in any way. If this is too much for your viewings, then you should probably just label it as untouchable for your kind.

You lame assholes. These are arts. And you paid to subscribe it. And National Geography paid to include these rare photos in their magazines, for your knowledge, for your viewing. Not for a wank off moment if that is what you think of every time you see a pair of boobs.

So much so that you have to use black marker pens to ruin such rare photos and arts. 

And the fact that female artists who wants to perform in Malaysia are better off performing with t-shirt and black pants.

It's so obvious who are the ones who need help. And who are the ones seeding curiosity in their offspring. Still don't know where will over loaded curiosity get you eh?

Oh. I love sausages. So unhealthy, but nice. Like when they deep fry it? Yum.