free-style poetry

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no painkillers thankyou,
painkillers are not what i need.

i just need to hear my friends voice,
or the musical ballet of death cab for cutie.

yeah.

and no sir, doctor sir, this is not the cure sir.
the cure is over there in the shape of that lady,
holding so tender so small delicate baby.

and wishing her blessing for this tiny little miracle.
blessing for her suffering, and sadness so evident.
real love is oft needed, rarely given.

she needs it.

thoughts

nothing was wrong with my friends he said,
there was nothing wrong he would say.
it was just something was wrong with the world.
some things just happen that way.

but i can still smile all the same he said.
those tears are never the way.
it was just something temporary i was told,
these strange things he would say.

Hmmm I've decided to tink around with the layout to celebrate my pinkness. Cheers for Xena for the inspirational video, check her site to see it!

So, 20. (or 28 according to some...) a whole 2 decades already. Just think, only 6 or so more to go!

Therefore, live for today but drink for tomorrow...

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Great birthday, thanks for the peeps who made it and even  those who didn't. Thanks for trying all the same...

I know I''m impossible to buy for so I appreciate the effort for people to get me presents. Actually presents or no presents, I'm still happy. But aside from that philosophy - Presents!!!

  Among the more interesting stuff was: a Gurkha army knife, candle burners, 'peace n weed' underwear, pickles, olives,  socks, iPod nano, flaming piglet lighter, piercings, earrings and later... a unicycle.  (But that's when I get to New Zealand).

To celebrate we all jumped on a boat, and mostly sailed around Hong Kong by night getting drunk. We also dropped by Lamma island for dinner and later went to Lan Kwai and got smoked out on hookahs.

(yes, "Hookahs" Not "Hookers" as some people misheard on the phone)!!! 

=P

All the same, it was a great night of indulgence, embarassing behaviour and laughs. Cheers to everyone again, I love you guys.

RANDOM POETRY

Here's another inspired blabbing about the whale who came visiting London. He swam all the way up the Thames into the middle of the England! Sadly he didn't last, and he died in Central London. This is my friend's spoken thoughts:

...
  
  and so you died.
  
  why?
  
  experts say: too much stress!
  (no shrinks around?...and no count to ten, please?)
  but i tend not to believe those experts-
  messengers of saliva bubbles.
  
  gentelmen, truth can only be approached
  but never discovered
  and so, never announced
  as THE TRUTH.

we ll keep on searching for yeti or loch ness monster.
  
  they are smart, these guys.
  they are still alive only because they remain hidden.
  posing as mysterious objects of desire
  so that people still fancy fucking them.
  
  fucking without permission.
  perfect!
    
  
  and you came as you
  but
  our welcome was showing you the door.
  
  and so the real reason of your visit will remain obscure.
  forever.

but can i at least give you a name?   
  i think i will call you the nameless whale.
  
  
dear Nameless the whale   
   to your brave days   hail!

I am totally a non-blogger, I always prefer emails. Emails to blogs ratio stands at 200-1. 

hahahahaha.... yes, really.   So anywayz, for all you equally bored or inspired peeps out there, here is some poetry quickies...

writings of my friends:

its like entering a refreshing river
  its like crossing it but barefoot
  later on the meadows full of my minds shadows
  i still get to feel the drops of that crystal water
  ...

"What we forget because of rush and worry, time remembers. It's record of
our lives is impeccable, for time is the medium in which we experience our
lives. Photographs are like secret windows into time's quiet memoirs,
allowing us a gentle re-experience that overcomes our minds as a soft
summer's breeze caresses the melancholy leaves, of a weeping willow's wise
branches. "

...

my own

floating word slowly sinking in,             

so that tadpole thoughts bubbles bring.      

 and in my head is where they swim, 

my blue vast ocean of within.