-In Memory of YOU-

25.05.08
Rest In Peace Grandpa


-IN MEMORY OF YOU-

I find an old photograph
and see your smile.
As I feel your presence anew,
I am filled with warmth
and my heart remembers love.

I remember who you used to be
the laughter we all shared
and wonder what you have become.
Where are you now,
Where did you go,
When the body is left behind
and the spirit is released to fly?

Perhaps you are the morning bird
singing joyfully at sunrise,
or the butterfly that dances
so carelessly on the breeze
or the rainbow of colors
that brightens a stormy sky
or the fingers of afternoon mist
delicately reaching over the mountains
or the final few rays of the setting sun
lighting up the skies
edging the clouds with a magical glow.

I miss your being
but I feel your presence,
In whatever form you choose to take,
however you now choose to be.

Your spirit has become for us
a guardian angel on high
guiding, advising, and watching over us.

I remember you.
You are with me
and I am not afraid.

kung kung, ah sam wooi guai.
lei mou dam yau, ngo dei wooi woh woh hei hei.

-The Obfuscatory-

There is no medicine like hope, no incentive so great, and no tonic so powerful as expectation of something tomorrow. As we struggle to make sense of things, life looks on in repose. To live life is pleasant, where as death is peaceful, but it's the transition that's afflictive. It is an enigma, that is made terrible by our own mad attempt to interpret it as though it had an underlying truth. Everything is uncertain in life, except death.

We have a story that is unique
It is told in our eyes
And our voices when we speak.
It is written in our hearts
And flows out in gentle ways
When we are with those special ones
Who bring joy to our days.
We must not be afraid to tell it,
It is too special not to share.
And if we aren't the ones to do it
Our story won't be there
To inspire and encourage
Or to bring laughter to a face,
It won't be there to encircle loved ones
Like a gentle fond embrace.
Not every day was perfect,
Nor was every moment sublime,
But it is a wonderful story
Cherish is the word I've learned

-Mozart Gone Hip-Hop-

I'm astound by his facile fingers and effortless chase.
David Sides is oh so endowed with such a knack and an exceptionally flawless Pianiste.
It surprises me when he stated this :

'Playing the piano has been my passion ever since I self taught myself at the age of 10, and I love using this gift God has blessed me with to entertain others. For those who may wonder, I play all of my music by ear, so unfortunately, I don’t have any sheet music to share'

Log into http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HK8pidjEQM0
Bed by David Sides

Well, the faggot just came in and told me to switch off my phone before 11pm.

The Rationalization :
F : woi 'jie', did u receive any message that you gotta turn off the phone before 11pm
S : no ar, why?
F : i dunno lar, but my friend told me that by 11pm, Indonesia will send radiation thru our handphone and if there is any anonymous call, don't pick it up.
S : huh, who told u that? U mean the point is to gg-fy us meh? For fucks ar!
F : i dunno ar, but up to u to believe lar.
S : 'shyt lar, i terasa the chill'

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The highlights

• woke up late again
• went to ampang CB to meet up with the women and to finish up the ass
• went gaga and nonsensical
• went poker and we're staking up the tourney way
• the woman lost 20 bucks but as usual, the warden cover up for her
• Lyd kena con by dulio
• ed fighto hard for the footing
• went for makan with him, marky, R4&Chee

Lyd 'cham'

R4 was Mr.Ducky that night and as usual, his signature pose


the notoriously mean dulio

-The Random Itch-

I am struck with indolence and indulged in spryness.
This sluggard is oh so slacking off and this explains why she is MIA in her rant.

i am berpokering now, while i am berblogging.
this woman is sedating herself with hallucinogen lately and she is inconstant with her deportment.
she is taking in fickle pills and wistful syrup, but the warden is dosing her with the remedy called 'Pengdaglet Elixir'.
workload of assignments cause the exertion of strains to her brain.

For today,

• me woke up late
• me went for brunch with Mr.Stoner
• me went to figtree with Lilian and Evon, to carry on with the ass and gossipry101
  
• me went to DeMao for dinner with the warden's clan
• i'm on a pokerMalady
• i'm oh so mobbed
• i'm tortured by the warden and disfigured by his torment, but he still hweart me
  

It's time for the woman to schleep..
-nights-
oh yea, today i bark, i howl, i roar, i squeak
basically, the woman is in a hype in her zoological confinement

hence,
for today, i'm an animalia

-The Cycle-

The trailblazer is having a jaunty pace, disembarking herself to myriad of legions and laying her hands in all the extrinsic frames, while leaving footprints and traces behind her trails.

Now I am back to the taste of familiarity, my expanse. There are indefinite anecdotes and events to place into pieces for the puzzlement. While I was promenading, a lion came up to me and interrogated with this:

‘How do you go from where you are to where you want to be? I think you have to have an enthusiasm for life. You have to have a dream, a goal and you have to be willing to work for it’

I do have a mark up, a goal… Do I? Do I? But I do have dreams, a fervent hope to become one of the prominent ones. When I saw the form of an image on the mirror where I stood, I’m detached from the soul within. I am uncertain and skeptical about the virtues I hold and the good within this shell. Maybe I am baring myself towards Mr.Low-confidante all the time, but I will trail blaze my path through the labyrinth.

-The ONE who mold me, I heart you!-

You are the soul who will sacrifice everything just for a laugh on our faces.

Mom, I look at you
and see a walking miracle.
Your unfailing love without limit,
your ability to soothe my every hurt,
the way you are on duty, unselfishly,
every hour, every day,
makes me so grateful
that I am yours, and you are mine.
With open arms and open heart,
with enduring patience and inner strength,
you gave so much for me,
sometimes at your expense.
You are my teacher,
my comforter, my encourager,
appreciating all, forgiving all.
Sometimes I took you for granted, Mom,
but I don’t now, and I never will again.
I know that everything I am today
relates to you and your loving care.
I gaze in wonder
as I watch you being you,
my miracle, my mother.

You serve the sugar with a bit of peppermint to clarify the passages that carry what you mean. When you first set to bear a soul, quite separate from your own, whom you would cherish and yet must teach to live and die alone. I owe you my life. You always cast away your dreams, just to fulfill ours. Please don't worry the ONE, because I will take care of you, like how it was when I knew nothing.