MAY HE PUNISH U IN A CARING WAY

What : White trash executes Saddam
Why : Oil is richer than water
When : 30th December 2006

Yesternight I planned to roam around somewhere to do some brain-and-soul-washing with my sister but I ended up cancelling every plans, stayed in my room, window shutted, watched BBC and CNN till late evening.

Yeah Saddam is gone and terrorist have won. Iraq is forever terrorist’s battleground. Mecca is next. Future kids become our future-sufferers.

If I happen to have kids someday, I will ban my brain from telling history of Saddam to them.

Why? Because I am not a good story teller.

Even if I’m good, I would surely end up looking like a good death-penalty-supporter instead of a good mother. Sigh.

Ok enough. Let’s talk about my new year plan instead. Whee.

2007, I want to get a driving licence, a man and his neck
2007, I want to make more money by selling off my AB+ blood
2007, I want to frighten, topple and execute Bush in my dream
2007, I want nicotine to change me into a healthy person
2007, I want to improve the way how I hold my cancer-sticks
2007, I want to improve my talking, huffing and puffing skills

Last but never the least, I want nicotine to be more popular than oil. Not just popular. But be very popular.

Ok bye!

HIGH THEN BYE AGAIN

Today [insert name here please] said he wants to build life with me.

I don’t know what to say. Really.

Yes I feel high. Next a bye.

I really don’t know what to say. I feel as if my one and only heart has given up on me and has already walked far far away.

Even if i said yes, I don’t think it would last long.

Yes. I am always unlucky when comes to love. It’s always gone before I could grip it.

Sigh.

Maybe I should make more friends with trees than human.

Ps : Noriah jangan garu cikenpork tuh! Nanti bertanda.

BIG TABLE FOR A CUP

When : 31st, Octoberust 2006
Where : Coffee Table
Time : 10.18 pm

I have plenty of debts. That means I am still needed. Though debts makes my life less promising, but hey…

JUST YAY!

LORNA DANE SEEKS ICEMAN

“I object I object I object”  u said

And I still make peace.

“Love no more, Love no more, Love no more” u claimed

And I still kiss. 

Weird? Why should I? I don’t feel its weird. I feel its love. Though it’s one-hand-clapping love. I still adore.

For whatever things I said and I shared today may sounded like as if I had a good time. But I am not. I was just laughing to make silly things looks good. Not because it is really funny.

Ok there was one funny unforgetable scene. It’s about BB.

She drank and got high then fell and hitted the bushes. Poor bushes.

Apart from that, I was just watching shadow. My own shadow lying helplessly on thin grass. That’s all.

And why I am still here isn’t just about love. It’s about the ship we named it as ‘friend’.

I value all friendship. No matter how horror or nasty friendship gets, I would still push away all black-clouds and re-unite and re-build. Slowly forget the pain. Re-unite and re-build again.

I bet u know that too.

Oh what the hell! Iceman feels nothing.

All he know is freeze my heart, freeze my nasi lemak and freeze my everything.

Freeze my everything in style.

Merci Iceman

TWENTYTHREE MINUTES HERE

It’s been a very tiring day for me. Oh no, not due to the endless list of houseworks. It’s the goddamn relationship that slowly drying and shrinking things up. Turning my big-heart into something so small. Yes, anything small is nauseating and nauseating makes me wants to sleep and sleep and sleep.

I don’t know how on earth am I going to survive by laughing on everything. Especially when everything is in grave situation.

Perhaps, I should reduce my smile into half and show more signs to hell. No?

Or maybe I should gradually convince myself that by waiting, good reasons would come (hopefully on time) to save our day.

Let’s hope I won’t get awfullly lonely and all this waiting worth something.

It’s almost 1 am now and I am not missing him at all.

Strange.