Tuesday, June 14, 2005

Ha! Nazdaroveeyeh!

glasses up! down the hatch, comrades!

yah, it's russian.
jus came across it in a book.
down the hatch.
-props head againt hand-

the handphone is not vibrating.

ohwait!
cheyy...

"Win a pair of 3G phones!..."

sms advertisement from M1.
harrumph.

ok, now it is not vibrating.
which is not good for both
u and me.

[note: author MIGHT not be referring to YOU]

not good at ALL
since the previous trauma.
when i say trauma, i mean trauma.

but it was not evil on my part.
i mean this whole liaison between us,
either the blame is on u,
or it is on YOU.

why wud i wanna
even contemplate wrecking this liaison
for no reason?
i am no heartless furbycreature.

so there MUST be
a reason.

and the reason is y-o-u.
-cue for hoobastank to warble-

but u dun seem to notice.
mayb u do,
but u dun seem to care.
mayb u do again,
but u definitely are not trying anything.
-cuts music off abruptly-

nothing.
nothing at ALL.

why the reason is you?

you as in your neglinence.
you as in your bluntness.
you as in your insensitivity.
you as in your crudeness.
you as in your over-nonchalance.
you as in your blindness.

u may say those are jus insignificant occurences,
that i am jus trying to pick a bone from an egg
[direct translation from ji1 dan4 li3 tiao1 gu3 tou2]
trying to find faults..

ok, i rest my case on those.
let's assume all creatures of the same species
as you have such flaws.

if so,
then try to beat THIS.

YOU AND UR BLOODY TACTLESS-NESS


tactless
TACTLESS
tactless.

i wanna shriek at u

"u are so TACTLESS! so screw off!"

but, nah.
u'll probably have a breakdown.
it's so evil but i like it. X))
but the consequences are like..
sigh..

and i wud not bear to.
i seriously wun.
it's jus too much of the "L" thingcare(?).
so much.
i'm confused.

tell me.
u wud rather be a couch potato
staring at the TV screen fixatedly
watching a ***** ***** like
an oh-so devoted follower,
den to get ur bum up, shake a leg
get down and rendevous with
the living thing u claim to
____ so ______.

at first when the living thing beeps u,
u say u got plans wif an acquainttance
to hang out.

it's ok.

when living thing wants to know
whether before u are free,
u say u are ________ a _____.

oh, and out of goodness,
the living thing says ok,
since it's tat important,
jus forsake this whole thing.

the living thing does not mind.

nope.
not at all.

but not until
it dawns upon the living that;
hey! u're at home-sweet-cave!

clarification.
exclamation.

u dodge everything.
tactlessly.
laughing and shrugging it off.

-pummels at cushion in rage, disappointment and pure pain-

despondent.
annoyed.
pissed.

this of coure can be forgiven.
after all, it wasn't really that big a thing.
but it's the impression these things make.
especially in the piece of pumping muscle located
somewhere in the rib cage.

not really tat pissed.
more of sad.
just.. sad.

the phone still has not vibrated.

okie.
if it does vibrate.
this would be like put behind lah.
i mean the living thing isn't that petty.

besides..
though the living organism
might not show it all the time..
it really really does ____ for u and ____ u.

a lot.

[author's note: the contents that u have read might not make sense too]

going going gone 5:31 pm

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Where's your Hope

She told him that she believes in living
Bigger than she's living now
But her world keeps spinning backwards
And upsidedown


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