Friday, August 02, 2002

aimless LIFEliness

spent yet another day wandering around the island looking
for exotic fishes/amphibians/salamanders
come to think of it, a total transit of 9 buses and a s**tload
of walking was done today compared to yesterday's biking escapade

at the end of the day. i got nothing.

sometimes i wonder why life is so similar to what i just experienced today
we come into this world unclothed
and leave this place with only clothes and probably,
a pretty box with lacquer and varnish.
along the way, we probably meet some nice souls around
but does it add up at all

man is such a pain in the ass.

making rules, building cities, printing money, killing man
abusing power,wielding knives,holding guns,having fun

at the end of the day. he gets nothing

Tuesday, July 30, 2002

new pet in da house

as mentioned earlier
i wasted the day,
located my liver and
had 10 hours of useless sleep
to redeem myself, i went out with my other fren who did the same thing as me
and got myself a new pet.
it's a newt (dunno the species) and it definetly kicks ass
my mum was like "what the hell is that!?!?" when she saw it
but right now it's slacking in a pet habitat container
probably freezing in the air-conditioned room

there's one pet i would like to get though
a snakehead
if any of u people reading this knows where to find one,
pls pls pls pls pls tell me
it'll really help me get my 3 feet tank back from my mum
who's currently rearing 2 miserable Flower Horns (what a stupid name)
or what the chinks would call "luo han"




Monday, July 29, 2002

what an idiot

i am such an idiot
i just woke up after like 10 hours of sleep and here's the best part
i found my liver AGAIN
it's located just below the diaphragm i think
cos it was hurting like hell after last night's vodka session
another wasted day i guess
cest la vie

Sunday, July 28, 2002

pointless clamourings

bits and bytes are wearing me down
refresh after refresh i begin to frown
upon my head lays a crown
a sigh, a curse, a silent hearse
i stumple, i slip and eternally weep
why must my picture be painted with toil
dust upon dust, soil to soil
Ender with save me that i know
i will continue this useless poem before it snows
to the dinner table i shall go