When th' noon gets hot.

As th' purple fades,
Comes a healthy pink
Of exuberant blush.

Hot water draws tea,
Her vigor drains a strong pulse.

A faint wind,
Carried a memory,
A burnt face is soothed.

Cold water stings teeth,
Her apathy thugs a nerve.

All I want is you,
A merry vacation,
A deep calm blue,
In a spicy fashion.

My pasta sauce,
Creamy or puree,
A chef's toss,
Makes it very splendid.

All I want is truth,
Not twisted versions,
A wasted youth,
Is caused by lies & deception.

A struggling wait,
For a healthy pink,
As th' purple fades.

Cheese & Grapes.

Wrinkled silk in olive drab,

Painted nails brick-red,

She went for th' cheese,

No, she had th' purple grape.

New Season.

Howdy, been long. It is the new season of continuous sunshine, and endless bouts of sweet seafood and white wine. Or not- since you may not be able to relate to that. Neither can I at the moment. Especially when most of my cash have been exchanged for printed receipts in my wallet. I wonder why only receipt printers are made to give off that 'Zzz, zzz, zzZ' shriek. Maybe it is to emphasize our static and sticky relationship with money.

Like the Dall sheep who migrates with the season to suit itself with more food and shelter. I have done likewise. I have migrated to Joo Chiat Place to sleep with Benjamin and fulfill our dream of wanking together every now and then. Every 15 hours, to be exact.

Life have been rather mundane at my new camp. They stuff me with 160GB worth of information useful only if you want to be a terrorist, and then there's a test every few days. So much for bombardment. What makes things worse is that camp is so so far away. I got to wake up at five every morning and catch the first bus with all the foreign workers who earn 3 times more than me. What is worse is the fact they didn't wait for their clothing to dry before wearing them again in order to excrete a stench strong enough to remind me I'm quite a miserable person.


Chalky distant grey,

Rough rusty painted blue shed,

He waits soberly,

On unmoved, sinking concrete.


OH, and did i mention. It is the durian season too! Anyone wanna go grab some?

Just Another Soldier.

It is about waking up before first light, you rush to find a pair of nice smelling socks and shirt. Then you realise there isn't any because it is Friday, but you don't give a dang because thank God it is Friday. Halfway down the stairs you notice you forgot to bring your 11B- again. You contemplate.. and fucked it because as usual there's only two minutes left. You ain't going to scan the green card for breakfast again. You reached the cook house and wondered whether it'll be hot tea or iced, and then you settled with hot. The morning passed with other tough decisions like briefs or boxers or nothing. Should you bring your mobile down? And so on. Lunch came. AH, your enchanting dentist was there. She melts your jaded soul every time you see her. She caught you staring- for too long, because everyone was staring anyway. A certain restlessness soaks up your legs, accompanied by sad questions. Just another soldier you are. You are just another soldier.


Happy birthday to me. And Kekang. And all other Pisces babies.

Hello.

Hello world. How are you? I miss you so. Your breath taste different. You have got more ladies here. Your water feels more refreshing. The scenery can heal. The colors can cheer. But I'm leaving you again tonight. I'm going to a dull and senseless place. Creativity plays little or no part over there. But I'll take it as I'm learning to protect your beauty; your diversity, your soothing tones. Bye world. And by the way, hope you have a merry Christmas and a happy new year.

Army Daze.

National Service is here!

Perhaps future generations should boycott the idea of having a military. I am looking forward to it nevertheless.

May peace be with you. :)

Dark Ocean Blue.

Lady ocean blue,

Her whisper brushes my ears,

A night by her shores.

Ruby lipstick hue,

Her silk wet against my skin,

A night by her lure.

Fair lady ocean,

The moon reveals her soft soul,

Sank my heavy feet,

The salt of her blood,

Washes my sorrows away,

A night in her cure.

Till An All Time Love.

My fair friend, wherefore wander off
By one's lonesome in gift of mine,
Dost thou not favour my summer's throb?
However succinct, or short-lined.
Alas! My imbrue'd summer freed her rose,
Thereafter in sorry clouds pule'd her lost,
By nightfall thy scent could only nurse
Nature's wounds through thy prettiness.
Your song tarried along th' silver lake,
I begged her stay, for she hath thy voice,
Thou art th' comely music by my bed;
From th' dew of thy eyne my field bemoist'd.
More than our fancy, is our yearning;
More than our fire, is my fond of thee.

~

This is for nurse Jean. And, this is the song playing over and over in the background while I wrote it: Will Young's All Time Love. (:

Happy Birthday Vans.

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Happy Birthday Vanessa!

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Gees this photo looks kind of sombre but still very adorable, makes me wanna carry her and feed her congee and wipe her mouth. HAHA.

Leave me with my dirty ways,
Rub not th' filth off here,
Smear'd e'er from my early days,
Sub not my vulgar pitter-patter.
'Cause I have been too gentle,
With my pretty words and phrases,
Distracting from the cold & bitter,
Failing to satisfy all your senses.
What is your deepest pain?
The church digs it out of me.


I do not know why I wrote this. What does it mean?

You Are an "A-OK"

Your life philosophy can be summed up as, "Whatever will be, will be." Your greatest wish is to live each day a little better than the next. You are naturally calm and stable. Some people would call you a rock. You feel one with the world. You are a spiritual person, though no one who knows you would guess it.

What Hand Gesture Are You?

Okay like that can.