just another night

just got back from watching Van Helsing. Damn bloody good show I must say. I think i have a crush on Kate Beckinsale arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. anyway shan't talk to much today cos' i want to show how boredom can really drive 2 people in office nuts. Ladies and gentlemen, meet daren my friend who also holds an office job in the spf --similar to me.

the story you are going to read is false. all of the characters are totally fictional. Any resemblence between the characters posted here and real persons, whether living or dead, is entirely coincidental unless explicit notice is given to the contrary for a specific instance. Enjoy.

the rule of the game ? only 4 words can be written in 1 sentence which will be completed by the other person.

Story by johnny and daren

"no more," he said
and left the room,
only to find sponges
all soaked with sprite.
a plague upon this
quiet,shitty office befalls
me. crestfallen, i take
a roadtrip up north
where frogs eat sandwiches
and flying cows sing
songs that enfold me.
i cry, so touched
by my big balls.
The sky was purple
with pink polka dots
like young rabbit's droppings
that drool down my
spanking new P4 computer.
cut me up into
a pretty paper doll
and string me together
like ugly voodoo beads.
this death darkens the
the bluest of skies.
what a daft will.
to speak with mushrooms
is to excrete footballs
and everytime i try
to excrete footballs, i
fall, without my wings
on my arse, with
shards of glass piercing
my broken head. it
gives me great joy
to see grasshoppers swim
on a tuesday afternoon,
in an summer month.
i yearn for oreos
that are blue, not
black, bitter they should
not think anymore about
green eggs and ham,
or eating blue spam.
it's time to end
but not right now
it is five o'clock
in my dreams, but
how is this possible?
is this love? or
a poem too long?
nay, for this is
a fruit of boredom,
or creation, depending on
a boring office day

*end of story cos it was 5pm and i wanted to go home.

pain

light within, wavering soul
darkness falls, weather's cold
whatever i could be
ambitions dwarfed
everytime i try to fly away
i fall
with broken wings
i fall
and every time i try to run
i slip
soon the dreams will fade away
slip away from my mind's grasp
why does the fickle tide move so fast
its ebbing slowly wearing me down
i slip
i slip
i slip
everytime i close my eyes
i see her face
she's haunting me
like a living ghost
crushing and suffocating me
i'm not living nor am i dead
why won't she just die instead.

of cycles and loops

i just watched "50 first dates" with my computer tonight (monday night cos it's already tuesday morning) and even though its a movie it reminded me that at least what i'm doing nowadays is not as silly as what Lucy's dad and brother are doing for her; but one thing's definetly for sure : both have pointless outcomes. maybe i should count my blessings for having a boring office job compared to the other kids who are always out chioning in a jungle and training for a useless war (we'll all still be dead) hmm..lets see other than that..i also have a few f-up superiors who are great for levelling up my tolerance levels for nonsense and unreasonable qualms, great peers who also share my shitty plight and so much extra time which i usually waste away.

every night i lie in bed
thinking what my life is going to be
and every time i try to fly away
i get shot down, blown away
all's left is but the chaff
what will i be
a rhyme without reason
a song without emotion
or a pretty flower on the wall
bright shining star, made to stand out
and everytime i close my eyes
i see Uncertainty
its haunting me

everything's pointless
all's but an act

quoting the famous words of Ozzy Osbourne : of all the things i miss, i missed my mind the most

that feeling of lan lan-nes (translation :being unable to do something when something shitty goes wrong)

i woke up this morning to the 5am sky cos i had volunteered my services for sai kang work for SPANS at PA. Woke up at 5 cos i was suppossed tio meet my friends at 6am at clementi mrt stn and what did you know.. apparently the first bus was able to get me there on time, but not my friends. the first train would only arrive at 6.10am and they stayed at boonlay and jurong east. wtf man i ended up waiting for them -> lan lan.

after meeting up with them to go to office, everyone except the driver was early and we couldn't get to pa on time --> lan lan

arrived at pa and i was tasked to be the waterboy as well as carpark warden with another friend of mine -> that wasn't too bad until some lame ass indian shithead thought that he was a big fuck and backed his car into a reserved lot by reversing over the cordon tape and walked away -> lan lan

after everything was done i went back to office and after showering and all i called my dad to check if he was in the area (cos he usually goes to bt merah to eat after chuirch svc with my mum) and i thought that maybe i could hitch a ride back home from them. he told me he was at home already. and so i proceeded back by the shitty public transpot.

went back home only to NOT FIND my dad's car in the carpark and no one at home. fuck. he lied to me. --> lan lan

after so much thought i just realised that nothing much can be done if a person does something against things they call rules, morals,protocol. so what if you complain about him and so what if justice has been done? can it bring back a life; can it bring back the love; can it undo the damage or rid the scars; can it buy back wasted time;missed opportunities and the list goes on... the fucking answer is NO. they always say "the customer is always right"-> which in itself that statement is already eternally wrong.

LAN LAN- the mother of all sianess (translation : boredom; apathy).

what is deemed socially unacceptable
is usually in itself ironically socially acceptable

i think i will be able to complile my blog into a thesis very soon with all this bitching.