lick it fine, lick it good, lick this pussy just like you should.. my neck, my back, lick my pussy and my crack.. darn, this song is repeating itself in my head.. over and over, and over again.. hur..

ohmygod..ohmygosh..ohmyGOSH.. linkin parks comng to singapore..so gonna go..cant find anyone with money, with time with energy to go! someone, anyone! go with meeeeeeee!!

i miss my friends.. i miss my friends.. i have no time for anyone.. not even to reply people, i.e., tif my darling.. and no, i cant go to service tomorrow, because of work! grr. workworkwork.. it's not so fun, becuase you become a slave to work.. no time for friends, family or even yourself.. had a good long sleep during break today.. couldnt take it, polishing the wine glasses.. slept.. slept so soundly.. felt so nice cuz my friends were around me.. thanks for covering my sexy legs jaime.. thanks for preventing wilson from pinching my sexy legs and leaving behind another blue black faizal.. thanks for making me the best coffee in the world robert.. thanks for talking so loudly about manchester united and waking me up guys.. thanks for saving cookies for me faizal.. thanks for eating my cookies sherwin.. thanks for not waking me up when my best friend called through caron.. but hell, a good one hour sleep.. boy, it was nice.. sigh, sherwin my squirrel.. work, studies, training, poor guy.. heh, its good to be non-restricted by certain people! i can talk with my friends freely.. he doesnt like me talking to MY guy friends? tough... asked dad whether sherwin could bunk over at our place tonight, knew the answer was gonna be a no, but i had to try my luck.. he's so disturbed, know how shitty he feels, cheer up k sweetie.. esplanade.. hmmm.

celebrated jaime, jacky's birthday, and eric, the virgin's transfer to raffle's city today.. i choose the cake during work.. robert thinks i have good taste, i do of course! mm.. wilson came up with this plan, to scold the fuck out of jaime till she cried, and oh boy, could he scold! and then we come into the room with her cake.. she cried when she saw the cake.. silly girl. but, heh, it was a sweet idea.. i wld have been very touched too..

vicky, the ah lian left long ago.. found out she stays with her 25 year old boyfriend and sleeps with him.. yuckety yuck.. and whats the deal with eric being a virgin at 23!?! shouldnt tease him.. its good he still is one! but anyway its a sensitive issue..

at first he ignored me today.. then he asked for us to patch back.. righteo.. i tell him we cant.. we're totally different.. we arent compatible.. he said 'i'll change' RIGHT.. i nearly laughed in his face.. mean, but yeah.. you cant change.. i cant change to suit you either.. im MEAN? im CRUEL? im HEARTLESS? im a FLIRT? i am SO not any of those.. dont you dare say i am.. if i didnt care about him, i wouldnt give a damn whether he was happy or sad.. might as well exploit his limited amount of money and THEN dump him right.. now THAT'S called a bitch.. but stopping everything before he gets too warped about me.. that's called thoughtful..

thought about you all day.. my dream of you.. complicated dream.. even the nonsense makes sense now.. i can interpret everything that happened.. but the ending.. the face warp, N.T.E to who he is today, understood.. the smile he flashed in my room and that night.. exactly the same.. the ending.. running.. searching.. finding.. whats that supposed to symbolize.. Daddy in heaven, what's going on?

masked prince you come
unseen
unheard
unknown by me
your face's unveiled
you make no sound
the mask held limply in my hands
his eyes like diamonds
a brilliance set
against
my moonless night
words unspoken
souls exchanged
world's seconds
my eternity
light the darkness
all of my days

okay.. my second attempt at writing non-dark, non-suicidal, non-sinister, non-goth poems.. gotta explore something new.. i think it sucks.. amateurish.. kidna cheesy too.. thank god i didnt use rhymes.. some rhymes did appear in my mind, but eh, way to cheesy, way too pathetic.. arh fuck la.. sean: '"pittsburg? ew?" says: a shabbily written wannabe poem by some person who wants to try to write one and found modern poems easy cus they dun need a set structure or rhyming etc and wrote plain english in short sentences in emjambement' why thank you very much.. now when he finds out i wrote it, he claims its okay for an a oner in eng and lit.. right.. thanks.. i hate my poems.. fuck.. this is the first and last one im putting up.. im not gonna write anymore.. im so disgusted with myself.. fucking lousy amateur at english.. add colors and brightness to my poems sean? not exchanging souls and eating each other's aura did you say? ah.. how'
s this?

i feel blue when i dont see you
i get red when i do
yellow, you're the sunshine contagious
pink, the healthy sheen of your lips
black doesnt exist around you
maroon, the first colour i saw you in
dazzling white light all around you
sparkles, glitter, hot pink and lime green
all bundled up into you

okay, fuck.. i give up on this.. not turning out too well either.. im SO TIRED.. oh sigh.. i feel so stupid..

must get off computer soon.. really freaky.. as i was thinking of what to type next in my piece of shit writing which definitely doesnt deserve to be called a poem, the mouse fucking moved.. it fucking did.. as in, from the middle of my screen to the left bottom corner, here it hid for a couple of seconds.. okay, maybe i moved it right.. it went in circles and twirls.. kinda freaked now..