Thursday, April 30, 2009 6:50 PM
Rubies, pearls and jewels. A magazine loaded with bullets.
Police! Police! I've lost my precious things. I need to find it desperately but I just simply cannot. I cannot remember the way I walked just now. The trees seem to be playing a trick on me. Everytime I turn my back towards them, they get up and run about. When I turn back, they stop and grin at me from tree branch to tree branch.
These dead leaves and dead falls and all the dead things in these trees deserve to die.
But the 7 Up I am holding in my hand is slipping away, floating away slowly. The clean pair of socks are disintergrating. The jet black hair of mine is turning grey. What do I want in life? I want my luxuries back.
Contacted! The enemies prones on the ground fill of thorny branches trying to protect themselves. I splat right onto a blotch of wet mud and my entire uniform turns brown. They dry and they cake. I become a brown man instead of a green one. Guards! Protect your own life. Run like the wind. Wrong. Fly like a Gryphon!
Every single muscle in my body is in pain. But pain always remind us that we exist. So for now, my form is the most human, most tangible and most humane. I am here. Look at me! Look at me hold that long bamboo tree look alike and pretend I am a panda trying to hug the tree. And then I fall. But now I am the tree and the stongest winds are swaying me to and forth, to and forth. I am being uprooted. Brain drain.
I am 'inconfident'. Inconfident? Is that even a word?
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
Sunday, April 26, 2009 12:56 AM
Holy mother son of a cow! It is forecasted that it will rain the whole of next week! Gorilla Chimpanzee!
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
Saturday, April 25, 2009 12:48 AM
There are times when the sky is dark and there you are standing underneath it hoping that it would rain so heavily it will flood the entire world. However there are also times when the rain is so heavy that you stand in the shelter praying so hard that the sun would come out and send the whole world into drought. There are also times when you are so down you try to increase your own morale.
However, when you are elated and happy, you will never try to make yourself unhappy.
I was taking the train today and as usual, I was dozing off like some drunk haggard hobo deprived of the most basic necessity: sleep.
And suddenly - Ang Mo Kio. My station had arrived. I hastily picked up my green and heavy backpack. Like a clumsy fool, I staggered to the door as fast as I can. Then suddenly, this man in his thirties or forties pushed me aside and stood in front of the doors waiting for it to open.
He makes this gurgling sound, as if he is scratching the back of his throat trying to clear some phlegm. It is that irritating sound which makes you feel like strangling someone whenever you hear it. The door opens. This man in blue walks out of the train and spits.
He spitted onto the floor, just right outside of the train's doors. Right smack in front of someone's shoes.
How inconsiderate. I hope he throat will be filled with phlegm for the rest of his life.
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
Sunday, April 19, 2009 12:22 AM
Prone! Take cover! There is a bullet behind you and it is flying towards you at the speed of sound!
The small golden thing is spinning towards you and there you are, standing there in the open.
Beware.
When the bullet hits your head, your head smashes open like a watermelon. Red juices flying all around. And at that moment, all your dreams fly apart too. You want to be a fire fighter? You want to be teacher? You want to be a scientist? You want to be a doctor?
You wanted.
No matter how dark death is, it never is in a battlefield. It would be red and flesh colour. Your human body will explode up and BANG! you are gone.
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
Saturday, April 18, 2009 7:41 AM
Wow. I didn't know Oprah Winfrey can act. I thought she was just an amazing talk show host. I just watched The Colour Purple directed by Steven Spielberg and Oprah Winfrey starred in it. It is simply amazing.
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
Thursday, April 09, 2009 8:41 AM
Rawr! If nothing in the world angers me, this stupid incident will.
Mr Asshole walked down the street collecting rain water with his nostrils. After which, he empties them onto everyone he sees, telling everyone off, trying to imply that he is of the better breed.
If Mr Asshole is of the better breed, why is he still here and not somewhere far far away in Europe?
Elitism is his motto. His brick wall of ego is so well built up that it takes a lot to break it down. But don't worry. I have already picked up that big hammer on the floor and I am ready to break it down one brick at a time. I am sure that in no time, he will be totally exposed. Patience will outlast him.
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
