Are you there?
When I first heard it, I couldn't believe it. It just pains and sickens me when i think of it; and you have to bear the full brunt of it.
You always seemed to be happy, at least when I last saw you. In fact, throughout all these years I've known you, you never seemed to be sad. There is always a skip in your strides, a bounce in your steps, a smile in the corner of your lips. People wonder why are you like that; they envy you. So did I.
We enjoyed our lives. We played, we laughed, we shared tears, we carried each other. You did more of that for me because I was the one who usually screwed up.
But today I realised the truth from a most unlikely source. Never would anyone dream of the truth in this way; nor will they dream of knowing the truth in such a manner. It must have been so crushing; to realise that the person you have trusted for all your life betray you, destroying it all. And a few others would be severly damaged by it too. But I know that you would have fallen a great height.
And I wonder how would you pick up the little shards and bear to look at the remainders of your life.
You look at the world with weary eyes, wondering where you have gone wrong and trying to question about everything in existence.
Can I be there for you? I might not be good at anything, but I can listen. And help. In someway. I do not know how, but I just really want to.
I guess I'll pray for you. That's all I can do at the moment.
Anytime. Just try me. And I'll try my best to help.
Sensational Desensational
I wish I was
Blind
So that I would not have to visualise
The stumped hope
Because I have been looking for angels
In black snow
I wish I was
Deaf
So that I would not have to listen
The cacophonous lie
Because I have been pining for music
In niveous moonlight
Sensational Desensation
Myopia Utopia
My art is in my artifice
Living a shell of myasma
I wish I was
Callous
So that I would not have to contract
The zymotic plague
Because I have been yearning for release
In ashen fog
I wish I was
Obtuse
So that I would not have to learn
The grim truth
Because I have been reading for meaning
In cryptic diaries
Sensational Desensation
Myopia Utopia
My art is in my artifice
Living a shell of myasma
This is myasma
Welcome to myasma
Intellectuals at work
Scene: The three philosophers congregated at the stone garden. They looked at the sky and mused that they needed to retreat to somewhere quiet to discuss their philosophies in life. Hence, they thereby withdrew to The Mason's Hall(also known as C31) to engage in intellectual conversations and discussions.
Yeow Chong: School sux, i know, u'll be, at my show, watching, waiting, commiserating... say it aint so... ms k is back... =(
Me: Why are you singing a song for her? She isn't worth it!
Chun Choon: OH MS K...WE ARE BUT FOOLS~~~
Me: Shut up.
Yeow Chong: Up shut, coz Brock Lesnar won!! wahahahaha!!!
Me: Who the fuck is that?
Chun Choon: The Big Bad Bull wif a fuckin loudmouth sidekick who is useless in anyway...
Me: Huh? So Brock Lesnar is two persons? One is called Brock and the other Lesnar is it?
Yeow Chong: Yar lar stupid Me(Jonah)! one called Brock, the other called Lesnar, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!!!
Chun Choon: 1st come love, 2nd come marriage, 3rd comes a baby in a baby carriage (wah lau eh homosexuals!!)
Me: No lar... 1st come love, then come marriage, then come Brock and Lesnar in a meat loaf sandwich!!
Chun Choon: n i'd do anything for love~~~i'll run right into hell n back-by Meat Loaf
Yeow Chong: No lar... 1st come sex, second comes sex, by 3rd comes... suppose to be tired already...
Chun Choon: Brock n Lesnar - AhAhAhAhAhAhAhAhAhAH~~~~~~~~~!!
Me: How can Brock and Lesnar get tired? Look at Brock's size!
Yeow Chong: U mean his lack in girth? =P
Chun Choon: Brock better be at the bottom, or else he will commit murder by squashing his sex partner in bed.
Me: *puke*
*drool*