FOr thOsE Of YoU who LikeS to GooGle NaMes

September 17, 2009 at 4:41 pm (seachas)

SHoOO shOOO

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December without you.

August 11, 2009 at 7:26 pm (Ar m'intinn) (, , , , , )

Together

Waking up to the hummings from the far

Got down from bed with my eyes closed

Ouch, the floor’s freezing

Grabbed my wallet and keys

Rushed out the doors

****

December air wasn’t fresh

Well, had to put my shoes on (^^,)

Thoughts I had yesterday were still mingling

Melancholies were still playing its own chord

But none of it, has destroyed my December morning

****

Stepped on

Smiled politely at my gates

It stared plainly at me

and I whispered “I’m getting out of here”

****

Inserted my keys into its lock

Turned

And there I go, away from here

towards my December.

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Enlightenment:

This is not a poem nor it is any lyrics, it’s just a random piece of what my heart wants to say in the metaphoric forms. It was written in soothing and yet rather simple to be taken in, not so much of a proper english writing.  But it’s extraordinarily fun to write these, maybe you too should try this out.

This was written with the infatuation of  ‘How to save a life’ by The Fray

Settings:

-It’s an evening of mid-August, not December

-December has been the author’s best month, especially year 2008

-Before author’s awaked, he had a bad time

-Author has lost both his wallet and keys

-Notice author’s room door is in plural form and so is his ‘gates’

First Paragraph

Awakened by the song the author was listening, the song was disguised as ‘hummings’;

(Got down the bed) the author has made a decision

(with eyes closed) the author is still unsure of what he’s decided

(floor was freezing) it was a hard decision, indeed

(grabbed wallet and keys) Author has nothing to help him through what he has decided to do, but still insist to do it.

(Rushed out the doors) Author has taken the first step, by writing this piece of work. Doors here means he has had more than a problem

Second Paragraph

(December air wasn’t fresh) Knowing this would affect his anticipation

(Well, had to put my shoes on) Still, he needs to move on

(Thoughts I had yesterday were still mingling) His hatred were still clung in his head

(Melancholies were still playing its own chord) ..and so was his sadness

(But none of it, has destroyed my December morning) All of these, will not stop the coming of December, literally.

Third Paragraph

(stepped on) He went on

(Smiled politely at my gates) and he has decided he will make his choice

(It stared plainly at me) although he has bit of reluctance

(and I whispered “I’m getting out of here”) … Needless to explain further, right?

Inserted my keys into its lock

Turned

And there I go, away from here

towards my December.

You figure this out. (^^.)

Cheers people

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Lost and happy with it

August 8, 2009 at 1:48 pm (Ar m'intinn)

Ok, I’ve about 10minutes to write this before my battery says bye bye.

What did I lose again, u may wonder… but think again, what do I hold dear the most? Friendships. Hahahas I know I know… one or two friends are nothing, and I’ve already ditched so many friends as I came along. But, the one whom I dearly possessed? It bugged me greatly so I decided to count how many of these I’ve lost…

1 – Lost

2 – Went off

3 – Went off

4 – Walked off

5 – Unfit

Hahahas, I should stop losing things again man, especially these

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I ain’t posting until then

June 29, 2009 at 6:45 pm (1)

=D …

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Hey I earn more than you do! ~ Not

April 24, 2009 at 1:30 am (seachas)

If you heard your friend earning 150K£ for above in the UK.. Well don’t be jealous, because the UK governments are imposing 50% income tax to high earners, therefore his real income is probably around 65k£ =D

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My lies are haunting me

April 16, 2009 at 9:23 pm (1)

watch it in High Quality!

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Roller Coaster with Mr. Obama, anyone?

April 1, 2009 at 3:22 am (Ar m'intinn)

 

It has been months since the President inauguration. The first black-decent president certainly would have a spot in history book, but his performances are still questionably debatable. Mr. Obama is to go to the summit held in London for G20 meeting regarding to current economic situation at this moment, this would be his first visit to Europe after the election. So what has he done lately? Bail-outs, sterm-cells, passing Recovery Act 2009 and the list goes on. He has had, in fact done ample of progressions. I wouldn’t use the word succession just yet as we have seen the economy getting tumbling down greatly. 

  Question, was it the right choice picking him as President? You may ask, why does it matter to us anyway. It matters, just ask the our government how much have they reserved currency in America? Despite all the fallings and breakings Americans were facing, the exchange rate still stayed firmly at 3.4-3.6 MYR for a dollar. My guess is that our government has agreed (perhaps decades ago) settling an agreement called ‘fixed exchange rate’. From the term I guess all of you know what it is. Secondly, I wouldn’t be surprised waking up from bed, reading the headline ‘Nuclear Holocaust’ on my local newspaper. *smirks*

  Back to Barack Obama. Considering the amount that used in that bail-out scheme, Obama spent billions during the recession. Of course, that amount of money would never beats Bush’s score. So is bailing the these company out a wise choice or is it just a silly move? Let’s us take a fearsome glare at AIG *glares* – American’s Issues Gilabetul. (Americans have issues, they always have issues) But we shouldn’t really cling the blame on Obama’s face, because it was the whites problems. (being racist now, sry)  So PEOPLE! Stop protesting on the streets, all of us have eyes and voice, but voicing out blatantly, causing riots and all, won’t help! And also quit breaking the Bank’s glasses, those banks are yours now since all of them have been nationalised, breaking it is like breaking your own glasses, now stop being a fricking twat!

  All this means that Mr Obama’s first two months in office are difficult to evaluate. But a few things seem pretty apparent. This is a strikingly ambitious president: he wants to be “transformative” in more than just the sense of being the first black president. But so far his presidency has been vitiated by a combination of incompetence and a willingness to fall back on the very tactics that he denounced when he was still a candidate. Indeed, his desire to be “transformative” may be contributing to his problems, distracting him from the economic crisis.

  But here comes the twisting part. Surprisingly, the market has been doing rather well for the past couple of days. This might due to the rising of consumer confidence towards the coming G20 WOW     meeting at London. So yupe, for those who bought some shares on 10th, you’re   in luck today. So is Obama’s plans are responding or it just the people? Hard to tell, the banks are still in crisis, unemployment rate is still considerably high people still protesting outside the G20 summit (stupid really). 

  What shall we do? Here’s what you should do, start saving your money and don’t hide it under your pillow like some imbeciles do. Saving money will plumb in a liquidity forms of investment into banks and they can start lending money to people again (NO MORE SUB-PRIME, PLEASE! BE SENSIBLE THIS TIME) Yes, the current interest rate is low, but you ought to know what was the reason. It was YOU!.. YOUR fault, chickened out and starting taking out money from bank when Lehman Brother’s announced bankruptcy. YOUR fault, of lending huge amount of money that apparently exceed your affordability. YOUR fault, chickened out your house and attempted to sell it away (thus, supplies high followed by decreases in prices) YOUR fault! Or should I say, AMERICANS’ FAULTS! SO what you need to do is to undo all these, STOP DEPENDING ON ONE GUY!! I SUPPOSED ALL OF YOU HAVE LEANRT YOUR LESSON *koff George Bush’s an asshole koff koff* , and no more expectation your government will buy toxic shares again, because as if you do, you’re stupid.

Ends here.

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Street Fighter : The legend of a sexy beggar *spoiler*

March 15, 2009 at 3:47 am (Ar m'intinn)

                          Hello, mah name is chun li, I’m a beggar that wears a cheap copper bird necklace…..
                          I speak cheap Cantonese, and I don’t speak Thailish at all… and look at me, I’m in Bengkok

 This is a story about a hot chick mixed caucasian who once had a super slanted eyes and was a super genuine asian that spoke good Chinese when she was young. Ironically, years later she became a super not-slanted eyes caucasian with cheap Chinese. She was once a pianist, playing her improvise at some unknown hall (I wouldn’t call it an Opera house). After some random performance at Cheap Hall in Honk Konk, she received a rather aged scroll written in Traditional Chinese but she just couldn’t read it because her time in Honk Konk has made her became a cheap slut with cheapest knowledge of chinese. Subsequently, some cheap bitch she latter consulted claimed that thore words written in the scroll were some cheap ancient chinese and was able to read ‘You must go to Bangkok, You must consult someone called Gen, this scroll was written 100years ago, and we predicted 100 later there’s someone called Gen and he lives in Bangkok, owwh and travel with Thai Airline ’ in just a few words by using her eccentric orb-liked magnifier.

Why did she needs to go to Bangkok and learn some lame skills? Did she urges to be a super slut dancing in ISOMNIA with lesbian boss who latter got killed fisting by an Irish guy who was supposed to wear army suit but was wearing Tux instead? Did she wishes to save his dad (owh there there, I revealed it)… BINGO! It was all because of his dad, a Singapore Kung Fu guy who married to a cancer-carrier white chick that still looked like 20s the moment she died, from cancer, on her dying bed. Alright, his dad got captured by the guy in Tux and she planned to save him, who latter got killed after the guy in Tux said ‘OMG this milk is expired!

 And so she kinda gave up her assets and flew to Bangkok, with Thai Air. The moment she marched out the airport, there were two sexy air-stewardess got jealous of her slim body and showed off her sexy legs. Anyway… in order to find Gen, she needs to blend into Bangkok streets.. there is where the name Street Fighter name came about. YES she fights on the streets and for the streets.. for foods… 

All and all, she found her dad, her dad got killed, she revenged and the guy in Tux got his head twisted and tata.. she ran away from murder charge and came back to Hong Kong (this time she finally found out the correct spelling from the airport sign ‘WELCOME TO HONG KONG’ )… la la la end~

 

 

Thank you.


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A Fucking Conspiracy!

February 23, 2009 at 12:06 am (seachas)

xD

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I HATE YOU!! ALL OF YOU *cries*

February 13, 2009 at 10:12 pm (seachas)

you know who you are… and as if, by any chance, found my blog… or in some other case, bothered to click my blog link.. FUCK YOU!

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