pharoah scales

feelings and words that yearn to fly
never shackle them, dont you try

all that is true, say it out,
with pure in the eye,

from your heart, you knew it by,
what it holds, will, never lie,

pour it in the moment,
in every drop of time

before you leave, count the sighs
put them with your heart on the scales

did it balance out, in this youthful night

stomachache brb!

thought i should write abit here since i havent done so in a long time
im writing here for the first time in my new home. life is still the same.

im still the big procrastinator. home is still as messy as day one.

yeah messed up, i know ;)

its a busy day tomorrow. im gonna meet my dad whom i havent spoke to since i had a big quarrel last aug. and my brother, zen, whos in town from vancouver.

it was a sudden meet up, typical of my dad. always expecting people to be at his whim of command, something i've inherited, something im trying to suppress.

there is something i am trying to adjust in the last few hours. because im am going only because i havent seen zen in a very very long time. not because i want to reconcile with the old man.

my ego does not change, it grows. how unfortunate is that.

i wont console myself for the fortunate fact that i can stay true to how i feel.

it is rightful.

im just gonna be staying for a while because i have a final vocal lesson before the exam next month. which i have skipped keyboards to attent =\

schedule has suddenly become tight. good

then it is grading for my performing team. speaking of which, it is my 1st comeback after a loooong while. im keeping the stage fright under control pretty well. but what counts is after i strum the first chord. focus man! lol

after that will be dinner with the gang then movie.

makes me wonder, are we really this busy?

see ya soon ;P

today, you and I

an orange bloom, a velvet light
seeping through this southern sky

as twilight beckons, to welcome the night
I wished for time to slowly, slowly, pass us by,

let us be deeper, and deeper into your dreams and mine

thoughts a floundering, they would not subside
you asked for mine, with no disguise

truth that cuts, simmered with a lie
I said, I said, all I had was just, a line

these made my day

and..



and this is absolutely my favourite

yat-ta yat-ta yat-taaaaaaa

happy music

hadouken!

hi miss lau

i saw miss lau the other day after work. she was attending the cashflow games roadshow at millenia walk.

i saw this familiar back that was.. well familiar..(yeah sry limited vocab)

i was rushing to mdis as i walked on by, as if by intuition she spun around to answer my inner doubts.

hey miss lau! i tried sounding suprised, but really i was too stoned after work to muster any credible enthusiasm. deep down im just happy to have seen her after so long

she was the closest teacher i ever had, the best and the most impressive one so far.

we didnt know really know what to say after the usual formalities.

we had a 5 seconds worth of eye gazing with each other before deciding to part.

nope its not some school incest shit back there

its more like we've all grown up

i've become so frail and zombiesh, whereas she had become plumper than before

so you see, if we had spoken, it might have been hey miss lau u've grown bigger now

what shes just thirty plus la second puberty long gone liao

or maybe oh travis i think u might have gone overboard with the james dean look, your a ruwanda zombie now

oh well, at least thats what i thought.

我知道你想要  卻又不敢對我說
因為我曾是你      我曾是你
無話不說的 朋友
因為  我們改變     太多

thats one of my favourite off her latest album

track 2 still is my bestest favouritest likest lovethemostofthewhleentireuniversesong in that album

kthxbye

oceans eleven

i bought an extra magazine the other day
so i racked my head to get rid of it in a smart way

then i tried to pull an oceans eleven today.

i couldnt sleep last night,
sniggering at my schemes so bright
that didnt involve any devious hands of sleight

i merely took the surplus to a nearby store
with the heart of the rat, and a smile of a flower
i rebought the magazine with a crumpled paper

i turned my back to try look for a second magazine
to complete my heist and plans within

then my eyes moved subtley, to and fro, back and forth,
couldnt decide on the movie mag or dirty porn

grabbed the cheaper one that cost 4 dollars and a half
i told the man i'll top you up for this,
heres my old mag and 2.5 bucks

i walked away a happy man,


i walked away,


a happy man,


till,


i did the math

i havent laughed like that in a long time

so, what will it be ?

what would you do,
if you never had to sleep.
could you ever try, to dream ?

what would you be,
if you had the them at your feet.
could you save everyone from misery.

what do you see,
if you saw every leaf, on every tree
could you remember what you tried to see

what will you love,
if you had all the Love in the world.
could you know what love means for sure

so, what will it be.

cheer chen is coming.. (woot)

who really cares if this gets updated. who gives a flying fuck if i pour my heart into every single word i write. would anyone notice the ambiguity i proudly sneak in. or the big ass ego i dont try to hide

did my boring life entertain your voyueristic need, or my lack of posts recently make your happy

does it matter if i dont post in the next year or foreveer, would you miss your the boring insight of my life or the unsung poetry that i write

really, who cares if i dont get coke from the vending machine for the past month in the office. dont they realise that someone is prolly dozing off during work because they couldnt get their sugar kick in the afternoon.

someone must have won a ten bucks when i missed keyboards with celeste today because i was swarmed by a last minute wave of unrelenting, paper cutting stack of deal reversals that lasted an unforeseen 60 minutes. as it is uncommon to have that much of undoing i've ever encountered. i sighed a silent fucking suay in my subdued eyeroll up to the mocking ceiling lights. im a POW.

of work, that is if you didnt get it. oh you did, yay for you. la. la. la.

nobody gave me a pat on the back when the left4dead session with the guys tonight was binned last minute.

as if the stars whispered secrets to the world that i was walking with a spring in my steps. as if the words i speak became the truth, the moment it leaks. as if the bus waited for me when i reached.

i almost did a suicidal forehead slap when the chartered bus slithered away when i walked thru the glass doors. either he hated slow walkers or i was shown tough love. for i seem thin and famished after overtiming and missing class today, i should be walking carelessly to the mrt while enjoying it with a packet of piping spiced fries from the foodcourt.

someone must have given him a nice pat. i would have

on the second smoking vegetable i realised i was supposed to register for my mass comm course at mdis. was that not part of plan or what. bloody ceiling lights must have penetrated the darkest corners of my head cavity with insidious alien technology

though there was a good half an hour till the registrationg counter closed, i suspect leprachauns were trying to burn it down that very second. given the tidings of today, i submitted to fate and rolled the dice. so i started crawling to dhoby gaut...

looks like devils started to not give a damn when i was on the bus home. i am finally, authentically, obstacley free, bound for home. works done for the day and im registered for a mass comm course.

the mid 40s lady in front of me had a lower half frilly hair perm like those girls from china. it kinda made me wanna find out who the fuck gave her the slightest idea of that hairstyle. or maybe i could lay a bounty on the first girl or guy who had perms like that.

seriously lady, i couldnt give a fuck about anything else in the world right there, but i had to look at that ridiculous tranny bob of hair who couldnt decide to be straight or curly dangling seducingly for the whole journey, trying to convince me they are actually beautiful.

sorry i prefer cleo's.



the jimi hendrix cd peeking out of my carry reminded me of the keyboards lessson i missed, which in turn alarmed me of the neglect i have for my music recently. and the 15 minutes i spent searching for it in the morning

since i have changed singers twice since xue lin, im not exactly sure if i have the ability to keep up with this current grp. the bestest singer and keyboards are with me right now, and im prolly the most screwed up 1/3 guitarists of the team that was picked to out join them.

the time i get back from work nowadays really leave me no time to pluck the strings or even strum a few chords. not to mention learning new songs for the team. though it'll be even harder when the mass comm kicks in late feb, i'll prolly be dropping my vocal lessons at lws soon. yep i guess its sort of a secret a few people know. i never really talked about learning singing. mainly im not learning much from there, what i want actually rather. i've learnt useful stuff i never expected to learn in return(?!!) lol

i've stopped writing as much as i hate to, i've started to a permanent writers block since ive been paid to look at the lcd for more than 8 hours a day.

though i'd have to say its more of my time management sometimes.

but really, dont really matter much to anyone, perhaps lifes happier and brighter without reading so much of travis' nonsense anyway

hidden ninja pandas polar bears might suddenly pop out nowhere to stop their own extinction

aint it right huh

tell me, whos happy and gay that you got relieved a few months of internet filth

and whos the one shedding tears of joy that your prayers are answered today in the form of this wall of text i've conjured



who cares if cheer is coming again



i do =P