dearest mooky.

i doubt ur instincts will bring your bright eyes here
i wish you to hear me say this
yet i havent found the right combination of words
so i plant my thoughts here, hopefully you come by one day

i need to spill this outta my chest anyway

my heart slipped an inch off track
as i gulp ur text whole
i tried to shuffle the enormous alphabets
but whichever way they still spell the same
smells the same
i thought of you, much
i thought of Him too (i i know he thought of u too)
and i thought of what have been said
dreamt, discussed, ADORED

for another round
i felt i was losing control of the sand in my slippery hands
we each held so close to us
maybe you have found that tunnel
you have been digging patiently for
i regret for the expectations i couldnt fulfil (in time)
you were right. there should be no obligations anyway

i found me snow skiing down the layers of faith
is it not worse, not ever learning how to ski
damn. mooky has truly lost her way
i was once so sure she could find her way home
but guessed lost mooky found Her own way instead.

you said. if its there, it's There
well... then.
you will be posted, my assurance
when i get There one day
i hope you will still be within my reach
to come share the triumph and euphoria
with me (and Him)

hi.
how are you?
whaddiya say? miss me?
yeah... guess what.
i don't miss you at all

back to real time
i have yet found my share of hours
to render my directions enough
and you go doing what you do
you drag me off my spring mattress
your rude abrupt way of waking me

stop. i get it i get it sir
can i have half a moment to pull on my berms?
opps, sorry i mean pants

dont twirl my fringe round your thumb as you walk
cos my hair need no curls
and yeah, i am sure a can walk on my own

i'm back (not for good, fool)
and i am writing typing bitching again

excuse me. i have not changed a bit
still as rude as you are
no! lemmi change that
i am way more evil than you are

hur.

my immaculate dream

dont steal my glorious traverse
i will walk off without the party
you can stay put
get yourself flying on tiger foams
i will be lifted on stars and jam
till then
send my regards to every soul

i wont be missing you
dont wait by the mailbox outside the door
i wont think of you at all
dont sit by the answering machine
i wont be worrying about you
dont even hope for a telegram

i just need your assurance
i wont be coming home to bad attitude*

attitude*
A complex mental state involving beliefs and feelings and values and dispositions to act in certain ways

i am going away

shall not expose my raddled face
or let you miss my presence for a second
i rather be off for a season or two
i rather not see these tropical metropolis again

come here, show me
if this is worth the scramble
when you only drive me away
each and every single time
i could only think of heading backwards
sliding off your unremarkably mundane chase

bye

as usual, mas
she's full of radical ideas
or shall i say "un-drilled" themes
food for conversations
"so, pee... tell me. whats ur highlight of the month?"

it was barely june
we are just getting old, that spells why i had none to speak

well, after giving it much worthful cogitation
my highlights are as follows (random order):

1) mas finally got herself a moniter (though it aint too 1st hand)
2) i will give myself a good 2 weeks break from this office in ngee ann city
3) i am making my way home soon
4) i finally got a long awaited coup d'oeil of gateway hotel (ha...damon's current livelihood)
5) my gratification of decoding some profound softwares... hur hur!!
6) save a few couple of U.S dollars due to point (5)
7) i can ultimately say... 1 of my dreams came true (or is coming...) shant disclose details
i broke a record in dynomite puzzles (3 cheers)
9) i saw... a couple of truths (both that hurt and touch) in human kind called friends
10) its june holidays....YIPPEE. yeh nothing to do with me anymore, but a treat for julie!!

yup. gimme a smile

congratulate us
we have been swimming this sea for 16 months
we have not drowned
though the brutal seaweeds tangled up our limbs
the tidal waves swept us off track
and the sea warriors threatened to munch us
for dinner every other sunset evenings

still counting
still braving the storms and still on...
still enduring all mishaps
with the help of occasional locoweed
of course, but of course not

dont prob
dont jab us with the cruel intentions
we just wanna have fun
we just wanna be nice
we just wanna try
we just wanna be together