I initally planned on writin an update, but a sad news had just caught mi attention. Remember Khoo? The dude from the 1st kiss post. He, Khoo Tian Leng passed away on Monday the 3rd Nov 2007, 10.45am Malaysian time. We were spposed to meet up to catch up on ol’ times sumtime this holiday, but i guess God had other plans for him.

I’m uncertain of the nature of his passing and am waiting on more news from fellow frens. However it maybe, i’m sure he will be remembered and cherished by many. I know, i will never forget him, i lost my 1st kiss to him ffs(i’ll haf to stress again, neither him nor me am gay).

If u had the previlege of knowin Khoo, u’ll know how much of a bud he was. He goes to extent many dont, all in the sake of helpin a friend. He makes people laff with so much ease with his crazy acts and hilarious comments. All that said, he never fails to show his serious side when times call for it. I remember how we talkd bout my then crush, and how encouraging he was helpin me with his wise words, ye, wise words comin from him. It did indeed. The times spent with him, havin to go thru his crazy darin stunts and all, twas sheer bliss. I’m recallin all those Inti and DotA times i’ve cherished with him and as bummed as i am now, i cant help smiling. He is that. He puts his friends ahead of him.

Well Khoo, we will catch up, in due time mi friend. Stay cool Bro! LOVE U! We’ll always love u Khoo.

tt.

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tt.

Whereistheprata
by the Prataman

It is hard to eat amid the noise and haste,
I enjoy my prata best in peace and silence
I need to go back to the Istana
And be away from the peasants
There I can dip each piece into curry
And chew them slowly
I can even lick my fingers clean
And let out a loud burp

Benchmark against the private sector
That is what we elites preach
We compare ourselves with others
And become envious and bitter
There will not be richer persons than our selves
Eat more peanuts and pratas is our plan

I am not interested in watching my weight, however heavy
It is a real hassle counting calories
I throw caution to how much I eat
When it comes to prata with many fillings
Forget kosong, there is egg and onion
And cheese, chocolate and banana
And the prata can be paper thin

Be patient
Do not worry about your provident fund
Neither be cynical about the annuity plan
I am serious about doing an audit of our reserves
But that will take a hundred man-years

It is a waste of time meeting peasants
And shaking hand and carrying babies
I have to fake countless smiles for photo taking
And get all sweaty in the humidity
It is a pain supporting charities
But these chores I must perform
For my prata I must eat

You peasants are just mere specks in the universe
Worth less than my teh tarik and prata;
You have no right to a vote
And whether or not it is fine with you
No doubt the MIW is in control as it should

Therefore be at peace with the ruling party
Whatever you conceive it to be
And whatever your protests about the casinos
To eat more pratas we have sold your souls

With all its rules, fines and elitism
Peasantland is still a bearable shit-hole
Be grateful
Or just grin and bear it

i cant be fuckd anymore….i wanna go home !

i wanna lay in bed…in my room..sneak out at 2am get miself m corner’s nasi lemak…bloat miself..haf a smokes…

wat is tis greater good anyways? tis greater good is always ultimately all about the $$$…y so ???? sighh..truly cant be fuckd anymore…

"It’s Been A While"

And it’s been awhile
Since I could hold my head up high
And it’s been awhile
Since I first saw you
And it’s been awhile
Since I could stand on my own two feet again
And it’s been awhile
Since I could call you

And everything I can’t remember
As fucked up as it all may seem
The consequences that I’ve rendered
I’ve stretched myself beyond my means

And it’s been awhile
Since I can say that I wasn’t addicted
And it’s been awhile
Since I can say I love myself as well
And it’s been awhile
Since I’ve gone and fucked things up just like I always do
And it’s been awhile
But all that shit seems to disappear when I’m with you

And everything I can’t remember
As fucked up as it all may seem
The consequences that I’ve rendered
I’ve gone and fucked things up again

Why must I feel this way?
Just make this go away
Just one more peaceful day!

And it’s been awhile
Since I could look at myself straight
And it’s been awhile
Since I said I’m sorry
And it’s been awhile
Since I’ve seen the way the candles light your face
And it’s been awhile
But I can still remember just the way you taste

And everything I can’t remember
As fucked up as it all may seem to be I know it’s me
I cannot blame this on my father
He did the best he could for me

And it’s been awhile
Since I could hold my head up high
And it’s been awhile
Since I said I’m sorry

its a his and her side of the story. and the funny thing is ..

it happens. sigh..women and their swithces.

Her side of the story

He was in an odd mood when I got to
the pub, I thought it might have been
because I was a bit late but he didn’t
say anything much about it. The
conversation was quite slow going so I
thought we should go off somewhere
more intimate so we could talk more
privately.

We went to this restaurant and he was
STILL acting a bit funny. I tried to
cheer him up and started to wonder
whether it was me or something else. I
asked him, and he said no. But I
wasn’t really sure.

So anyway, in the cab on the way back
to his place, I said that I love him
and he just put his arm around me.

I didn’t know what the hell that meant
because you know he didn’t say it back
or anything. We finally got back to
his place and I was wondering if he
was going to dump me! So I tried to
ask him about it but he just switched
on the TV. Reluctantly, I said I was
going to go to sleep. Then after about
10 minutes, he joined me and we had
sex.

But, he still seemed really
distracted, so afterwards I wanted to
leave and I just cried myself to
sleep. I dunno, I just don’t know
what he thinks anymore. I mean, do you
think he’s met someone else???

His side of the story

The Blues lost. Felt tired. Got a shag
though.

"Funny Familiar Forgotten Feelings"

Last night, quietly, she walked through my mind
As I lay searching for sleep.
Her soft hand reached out, she whispered my name
As she brushed a tear from my cheek.
And then those funny familiar forgotten feelings
started walkin’ all over my mind.
It’s sad, so sad to watch love go bad,
but a true love would not have gone wrong.
I’m just thankful for the good times we’ve had
for without them I could not go on,
With all these funny familiar forgotten feelings
walkin’ all over my mind.
I must go on, be strong,
tho’ a million teardrops may fall,
Before these funny familiar forgotten feelings
stop walk’ all over my mind.

tom jones 1967

Deteriorata

You are a fluke
Of the universe.
You have no right to be here…..
Deteriorata! Deteriorata!

Go placidly
Amid the noise and waste.
And remember what comfort there may be
In owning a piece thereof.

Avoid quiet and passive persons
Unless you are in need of sleep.

Ro-tate your tires.

Speak glowingly of those greater than yourself
And heed well their advice,
Even though they be turkeys.

Know what to kiss…..and when!

Consider that two wrongs never make a right
But that THREE………do.

Wherever possible, put people on hold.

Be comforted that in the face of all aridity and disillusionment
And despite the changing fortunes of time,
There is always a big future in computer main-te-nance.

Chorus

You are a fluke
Of the universe.
You have no right to be here.
And whether you can hear it or not
The universe is laughing behind your back.

Remember the Pueblo.

Strive at all times to bend, fold, spindle and mu-ti-late.

Know yourself.
If you need help, call the FBI.

Exercise caution in your daily affairs,
Especially with those persons closest to you.
That lemon on your left, for instance.

Be assured that a walk through the ocean of most souls
Would scarcely get your feet wet.

Fall not in love therefore;
It will stick to your face.

Gracefully surrender the things of youth:
The birds, clean air, tuna, Taiwan
And let not the sands of time
Get in your lunch.

Hire people with hooks.

For a good time call 606-4311;
Ask for "Ken."

Take heart amid the deepening gloom
That your dog is finally getting enough cheese.

And reflect that whatever misfortune may be your lot
It could only be worse in Milwaukee.

Chorus

You are a fluke
Of the universe.
You have no right to be here.
And whether you can hear it or not
The universe is laughing behind your back.

Therefore, make peace with your god
Whatever you conceive him to be—
Hairy thunderer, or cosmic muffin.

With all its hopes, dreams, promises and urban renewal
The world continues to deteriorate.

GIVE UP!

Reprise

You are a fluke
Of the universe.
You have no right to be here.
And whether you can hear it or not
The universe is laughing behind your back.

(National Lampoon)

A very beautiful piece.

Desiderata

Go placidly amid the noise and haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons,
they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain and bitter;
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.

Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs;
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself.
Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.

You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be,
and whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life keep peace with your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.

Max Ehrmann, Desiderata

"It's amazing how you can just love someone 
so much..and u find their company so 
overwhelming that u never want it to end.."

well..it did. shyt happens.

Brown Penny
William Butler Yeats

I whispered, ‘I am too young,’
And then, ‘I am old enough’;
Wherefore I threw a penny
To find out if I might love.
‘Go and love, go and love, young man,
If the lady be young and fair.’
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
I am looped in the loops of her hair.

O love is the crooked thing,
There is nobody wise enough
To find out all that is in it,
For he would be thinking of love
Till the stars had run away
And the shadows eaten the moon.
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
One cannot begin it too soon.