-The Strumming Sound-

I can't sleep.
I picked up the guitar and kept on strumming. The familiarity of the chords weaken the soul within and the smell of lavender reminds me of mumzy, but she will be back by evening. I picked it up again and............

C D7 G Em
waratte naite kimi to deaete
C D7 Em E
mieru sekai wa kagayaki dashita
C D7
himawari yureru
G D Em
taiyou no shita de
Am7 B7 Em C
kanjite ita kaze wo hibi wo...

.............. and it liven me up.

Get Rhapsodize

Into music? Check'em out! The Rojak!
The Rapture-No sex for Ben
The Pistolas-Take it with a kiss
HotChip-Ready for the Floor
Remioromen-Konayuki
Danny Elfman-The little Things
Phoenix-If i ever feel Better
Whitey-Wrap it Up
*its kinky if u can digest it..

The other day i terkena food poisoning. Me being the brainless shyt was trying her hands on pasta alla carbonara. manakala the expired sauce caused a painstaking stir to my tummy. *But it was all good and edible.

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The other day, the musketeers reunited. We went to Hartamas for dinner and liquor sipping. Later on, we went to Laundry to meet up with BKB and his love. The intent of that night was to make Ms.ChanKai sober and it turns out me puking like a drunktard.

Happy Birthday Ah moi. * She was berbusying with her terflashy Prada

The other day, i was on a blacktard feast again at his crony crib.

ticka-tock
dozing off timo!

-Echo of the Strings-

I've squandered a month of tick-tocks and when tomorrow march in, the genesis of intellectual torment will begin. During the wakeful nights, the woman is retracing back to where she set foot on the exile places and the traces she left while she peregrinated from paces to paces. Trying to recall the kind of ataraxic moment, when life was slow and mellow. I miss those twinkling tick-tocks.

I can't remember when was the last time i step foot on the lodge. There were portion of epoch and pillars which are sculpted with tractions of a complete storyboard during my infantile years. I still heard the laughter and utters, like the echo of the strings that enliven the atmosphere. I miss them alot. Every morning without fail, he wakes up before dawn to do his stint. Before i stretch out my arms for a laze, there she is, calling my name as she knew i was awake and haste me to the commode. When i am all freshen up, i will race down the stairs with Nina to see who gets the treat from her and i always won because i am Start*. There she is, standing at the doorstep, reaching out her hands and there we are, step footing like penguins with a sneer on our faces, slowly placing our teeny hands on hers. Everyday we are pacing through the same trail and it's the trail of heartfelt devotion and love. Whenever i walk the trails, the footprints remind me of her. Ah Sam heart you.

I am blessed
=)

-Portal of Motion-

Oh my, the schneezing repetition struck me.
Can't do much since the clime is pinching me all over.
Well, i just came home from Fei L's house where i gorged on blistering blacktards and the edible shyts were salty. The food was brackish, especially those soused meat slaps. the woman poker again after feasting and she was staking up the tilt way. It's just lady luck babeh.

Last week, we just celebrated mr.stoner's biggie day.

These are the picto caught in motion. I was a lil cluttered all over that day and engrossed with the itch of masak-masak. so, not much of picto taken. i wonder who took these photos. it's oh so cacated!

-PinkFish-

-Eppy Buffdei PinkFish-

-the oozy balls! it's oh so succulent and tantalizing-

-the goddess with her masak-masak-

-a random picto-

-Mr. Porky and his relish-

Thinking about Ed's fete, the woman still haven't confirm the numbers of party people to BKB. Well, i was given the task weeks ago by him, just to flock in those people to throw a surprise party for Ms.Chankai. hopefully, there are still plenteous stretch of tick tocks.

being the brainless one, me learned a few words. Read em up!
Flilf: first lady i'd like to Fuck
Pornacopia: an over abundance of porn
Dragging balls: taking too much time to complete a task, procrastinating, never ending, slow paced.
Highway salute: An extended middle finger from a fist thrust forth whilst driving, as a gesture of anger toward the person who it is aimed at.
I'll make sure it gets to my peanut brain.

Time is what prevents everything from happening at once. Sometimes I feel that life is passing me by, not slowly either, but with ropes of steam and spark-spattered wheels and a hoarse roar of power or terror. It's passing, yet I'm the one who's doing all the moving. Time is the most undefinable yet paradoxical of things; the past is gone, the future is not come, and the present becomes the past even while we attempt to define it, and, like the flash of lightning, at once exists and expires.

To those who i dear, me heart you all.
*tears flow down my face because fear consume me, the fear of loosing you one day.
I'mma ol' soul within, lemme ask u something dull.
Do you love me because I'm beautiful,
or am I am beautiful because you love me?
-Oh my- i am brainless-
ahhhhh!!!

-Checkmate-

Way back the infantile years, I’m bewildered by the pieces. Not knowing what it was, I picked it up and there I am sitting at the corner, pondering about these sphinxlike cryptic pieces. As it seasoned, bits and bits of precociousness sneak into my less perplexed labyrinth.
‘J.I.G.S.A.W’. Yes, it was the word. The pieces were like colorful mosaic tiles which are placed flawlessly together. The completion of the picto requires each and every piece where one will never be complete without the other. It was the first moral held in one’s memory and may it be me.

I am a tear jerk and a sentient soul within. Places make me happy and placement of the simplest thing adores me. I adore strolling along the sandy beach and there it was, a ‘C.O.A.S.T.A.L’. On the opposite coast of sadness is something, called a smile. It was the word and reasoning, I’m being told and it was my second lesson.

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in a place worn down by sadness
i’ll be the first to cry because I’m weak without you
when I couldn’t explain my own feelings, I was so wretched
i try to forget, but yeah, I know I can’t
i am always softly wishing and singing the lullaby
easing you to sleep and when you turn around
side by side I am, next to you
but because you cried
i have to cry on my own
when I remember those happy moments
and the hurtful ones
when I tremble with tears of disappointment
i’ll never forget the kindness because it keeps me going
though despair and insecurity may get me down
knowing you and knowing the future keeps me alive
you walk on, just being yourself
and i will walk on without saying a word
but to smile innocently
because you know why
tomorrow i’ll be stronger than the person I am today
because somewhere, you will be smiling even when you’re crying

*don't look at me like that with that silent treatment because you know it.

-Concoction-

my love concoction for the day.
a long span of the pengdaglet's concoction
may it be the best breakie ever
but to the woman
it is her creme de la creme
a concoction of love, dint of hard work & an unforgettable tang

hush lil baby, don't you cry
go to sleep you little baby
when you wake, you shall have cake
and all the pretty little horses
(gallop gallop)

-t.h.e.B.U.T.T.E.R.F.L.Y.t.r.a.i.n-

let me hear you say!
this shit is bananas
'B-A-N-A-N-A-S'..
This shit is bananas!..
(B-A-N-A-N-A-S)

ah yes, i have an itch for bananas. I start to favor it a lot and its my daily dose of briskness and voltage stream. Let me disclose a little about de facto of goodness of these yellow elongated fruit.

• reduces blood pressure
• constipation and depression
• hangovers
• PMS
• temperature control
• heartburn
  

yada yada yada... read up and eat up..
oh yea, bananas are also rich in vitamin B and it helps to manufacture sex hormones. Forget the sex therapist and snack it up.. then sex em' up!
Snokey lurves bananas..

I woke up early today. i have always been delighted at the prospect of a new day, a fresh try, one more start, with perhaps a bit of magic waiting somewhere behind the morning. Maybe when i was little, i always thought I was marked out, special, on the verge of something momentous.This is why I used to tingle with anticipation. Well, 'It's ok, It's alright.. Everything's gonna be alright'.. Right, my Jabba the hutt!..
*seriously, you better start your spartan drill. You're oversupplied with edible shyts, overstocked with shyts in your bulge till ur fats are protruding and oozing out. You are ballooning up every second.. ohh.. berry keiut..

I have a few little things on my mind right now but me can tell, NOT..
Sketch, sketch, sketch! here i am, lettering down the forethought.
Tick, tick, tick! here i am, marking down the undone and the 'be' done.
To conclude all, its a catch.. chock-full of surprises. tee hee...

I am still on holz now, but class will be starting soon. Finger crossed* hopefully it went well.
I am currently into indie and folk.. and the soulful ones. music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent. Its significantly differ, just like prints of us.
Lately, anger consume the soul within. Listen to the heart, get mad and get over it. sedate me with calm and patience.