Saturday, 19 June 2010

Net hopping at 3a.m. seems like already a habit that root deep inside me.

Life been treating me well, tho it added in some spices along with this few months like my eyes, my great flu and my ankle. They all come lining up to visit me from April till yesterday but I think I had been too sunshine about my life. I just see those troubles as a little dust that I just have to wipe off and that's all.

Life best staying simple like this. I don't mind running alone, as long as the wind in treating me right, the sun is shining me warm and the scenes around me is cheering for me.

I think I'm Cooler than ever...



Save me from assignment, Save Mother-Nature.
Where's the love as cards promised me?

Monday, 7 June 2010

Nalulumbay

I'm depressed.

Who give a damn to the phone calls? I just don't feel like picking up, my things are shattered like a puzzle, and worst part is I have two of them mixed up together. Who cares?

I'm depressed.

Who give a damn to the listeners? The talker is talking to the dumb water, idiot tree holes, lousy caves, as the recanting make every syllabus of the words fight back. Who cares?

I'm depressed.

Who give a damn to the truth? As we are blindfolded, we walk on a folk. Three way up, another three way down. Up on sharp, you died a hole; down on slope, you died a silent note. Who cares?

I'm depressed.

Who give a damn to the lie? When the snowballs rolls, we are meant to be dead. One down, because another arise, yet to be drowned down to hell. Who would, if we deja-vu. Who would, if we are not educated that lie save life. Who cares?

I'm depressed.

Who give a damn to the love? When lust the ultimate form of love, it comes before love. Half of heart, half of hurt, we are player, we are saint. It is just a imaginary world. Gossip, cruel-some, betrayal, cheating is all part of the game. Who cares?

I'm depressed.

Who give a damn to the mood? When the music flows through your heart, it leaves mark. Either burn or bliss. I never get to say enough, to be said to you, the music hunted me down on the way chasing pavements. Who cares?

I'm depressed.

Who give a damn to the me? As I is a singular, indication for the loner, presenting one and only one. Great friends are complimentary, true heart to be dig out as bone and meant to be eat by the dogs. Who cares?

Saturday, 1 May 2010

娘亲

It is always easier to say I love you to someone else than your family.
It is always easier to say I love you when you don't meant it at all.

I have been trying to say I love you to this women that technically created me with a man. I at least try it once a year, but so far I have not succeeded once. I'm still striving it.

Knowing that I have difficulty deliver it verbally, I'm still showing my gratitude in action.
Well, it involves my currency all the time.

It is her birthday, I couldn't do much. Buying her a dinner at cozy place is what I can afford in current. I bet she is happy. =)

I have not much to offer, but sometimes I will throw my temper and my unique attitude which I endowed from her to my dearest mum. Right? She is my creator.

Not much to say but I love you, still in action or in some place that she could never read it.

P/s : my mum have the same problems as me XD

Saturday, 24 April 2010

都叫你不要kap我冲凉!

I have Big Small Eyes.. GREAT!

According to the professional doctor, he said that my very beautiful eye's lashed having problem to grow out, and stayed inside caused me infected by bacteria... Wonderful =)

I kanasai punya bo balance with it!
o.O

Tuesday, 20 April 2010

Options

有时候,人生并不迷茫。迷茫的是我们在无法预测未来,猜疑自己脚下的每一步是否踏得正确,扎实。

看了塔罗牌,几38的一个大男人去看所谓的未来。其实不太明白,虽然说不是样样都说对了,可是有的事情真的就连细节也说得很清楚。后来才明白,被看穿其实并不是我喜欢的感觉。

就像显微镜在你身上发现了无数的细菌。无地自容,却又是事实。

矛盾的认为,不计划太多反而是否能够勇敢的踏出每一天。现在被那些话左右着自己,好的左顾右盼的期待它来,不好的却在计算它的到来然后提心吊胆的尽量想避开。整个活得好窝囊。

说回来,不好的听过也没有太计较,虽然有点在意,好的却听得很爽!听说六月爱情来了,可是我自己是否真的那么期盼爱情呢?事业学业都被说得很好,是很值得开心的事,可是我却得离开槟城到国外去,最好还是一去不回头的那种。 选择,选择,选择,到最后怎样还是回到自己的手中,不是吗?每一天都有自己在打算,日子怎么过,决定的权利还是在手里。

不管怎样,让我有勇气做出让自己肯承担的选择。


Saturday, 10 April 2010

I Carry A Key, I Run With Only Them With Me

恼人的报告, 以完美的开头,烂尾的结束了。
21岁了,没什么愿望并且感谢上天没有实现我说的鸟话, 庇佑!
没有太大的期盼能够很好的庆祝,反正也不太肯定自己能不能早点交死人报告。

几个星期没有好好的睡, 睡前想着明天的该做的,再为今天没做到的懊恼, 然后睡着。
睡醒了,第一个念头 - 幹!又要赶了。 等到我开了电脑,Facebook 很多下,msn 一下,看blog一下,找书一下,加起来就很多很多下了。 等到我的mood差不多来了的时候,肚子也刚好饿了,所以只好出去吃东西多几下。吃饱回来,所有的事情再循环一轮,所以有时候一天能500字已经很厉害了。

反正交了就算了,等成绩差不多飞回来的时候才来煎熬一轮。

交待一点点生日礼物来“好脸”一下。
只能说很多Facebook的Happy Birthday咯,害我前一天还担心会不会空空没有人管我,结果爽到我~ 几乎每十分钟就有3个祝福,爽到爆炸 ^^

那个半夜拖我上车的美女,硬硬的压我的头在杯子上的人。

很大力的打了Enson的头,因为他咬我当生日礼物。打他是因为本能反应,也因为是本能反应所以十分客气大大力的打!

很爽也是很惨的,在懊恼说生日没有蛋糕也算了,在21岁生日没有蛋糕,不觉得很烂的啊?所以咯,Cherry, Looi, Enson, Torty, Cindy, Andy躲在车后面的时候,我真的没有看到,可是嘴巴就是说看到了,然后滴了两滴被吓出来的冷汗。蛋糕小粒到丢脸。。。

Laze 在我窗口画的,Happy Birthday 还有send去我电话的Happy Birthday! old man 也是几艺术下。

还有两条陪我喝很多酒的粉肠。

谢谢一堆人送的电笔包包,至少省得被某人嫌丑。

有一种朋友是可以开口说你要什么的,有一种朋友是可以跟你讨礼物,而你会很爽的付钱。 有一种朋友在选礼物给你的时候因为选不到而打电话给你轮你粗口的,你会笑。因为你的朋友很真的对你,不在乎那种过分华丽的惊喜。

我有的是那些会偷听我说话的朋友然后光明正大的买礼物给我的朋友。

生命中,有几个人能真正的陪伴你的快乐喜悦? 那是否除于二或更多,过后说剩下来的是能陪伴你分享郁闷悲伤低潮的呢?

谢谢哥。陪伴成长的哥哥。

感谢那些信息,msn , facebook 的有心人。

二十一年没有白活。

Wednesday, 7 April 2010

Kidult

第21个
生日快乐

Monday, 22 March 2010

Checkmate Your Love

女孩,十多岁,爱情是雪白的白纸。
男孩,十几岁,爱情是毫无目的的射标。
相爱了,定下了纯洁但是没有结尾的誓言。
爱情不过如此,没了还能再来。

二十出头,彼此手里握着checklist, 一副监考官的模样。
彼此在钩钩叉叉的,少一项都不可以。
爱情不过是wish list 里不可缺一的条件。
请你钩上眼泪。

三十出头,手里握着对方递给的checklist, 忙着的填调查问卷。
彼此看看哪几项是符合的, 背景薪水给填个满意的答案。
爱情不过不要太挑剔,还是会发生的。
不过请你填好你的性能力。

四十出头,checklist依然递给对方。
填上基本的个人资料, interview几句话,吃几餐饭。
爱情不过是在了解中发生。
不过了解中,钱包请你填得体面点。

五十出头,爱情没死的话,倘若你还是健康的话。
你爱我吗?不再是最后阶段的恋爱。
健康还好吗?
爱情能否建立在没能把床弹得吱吱响的体力上?

六十出头,你还有能力期待爱?
身边没死的人,就是个伴。
倘若我能好好的记住你的名,对上几句令我愉快的话。
爱情好像也带不入棺材。

七十出头,幸运的你在回味你的爱情。
你失去理解别人的能力。
七十出头,不太好运的你,临终前有爱情的遗憾吗?
爱情,不过就死在你没有好好的猎杀到他人的爱情。

爱情还是那么喜欢突然其来checkmate.
-end game-

Monday, 15 March 2010

七十一先生

My name is Seventy One. 71.
You may call me Mr.71.

71
is me

I'm 71.

Thursday, 11 March 2010

一个十五的过去

Cause when you're fifteen
and somebody tells you they love you
you're gonna believe them
and when you're fifteen
feeling like there nothing to figure out
Fifteen - Taylor Swift

If I can swim better like a sperm, I would drown in the time capsule like a ovary back into my fifteen. A fifteen that is only happen once in my life.

Fifteen is the age I started my first date, which I literally screw everything. No feelings involved at all not even sweetness but there I sacrificed my kiss. Then I broke it up, cause I'm bored playing. I don't even have feelings, unlike those kids who will so linger about their first love, which is innocent, naive and so called as pure.

One-Five Year Old, I met my mentor. I turned bad after then. Thanks him, I hate Prangin and fall for Gurney happily ever after. Thanks him, I talk like an idiot. Thanks him, I think a lot more mature, he changed my mind. Thanks him, I spent lot in my fifteen. Thanks him, my fifteen was fun.

I remember how rough I'm when I'm fifteen. I'm kinda good in martial art back then, and I won a inter-school second runner up. Proud fighter stops fighting after the victory cause the I got bored. Well, I still good in flipping tables and throwing chairs or smash a few smaller size guys on the floor. I'm so trouble.

It's a PMR year for a fifteen's teen. I enjoy messing with friends in tuition classes. I enjoy the walk before and after tuition classes. I enjoy talking so loud in tuition class and I always got my works done partially but beautifully written. I enjoy running in rainy days tho I just did it twice in my life. PMR seems happy regardless results.

Emo. Quite not my style, because I was a ugly sunshine boy I think. I don't do internet this much. I enjoy take bus going everywhere with my first handphone and MP3. I have love-bugs.

I wrote a confession blog to someone. I fall deep for someone. I felt I'm special for the first time not only to my family. A fifteen years old is missing someone every time he blinks.

A fifteen in 2004, A Twenty One in 2010.
I never expected I'll be who I'm now
when I was 15
I no longer that daring
but I'm much brave
I'm still happy
yet pursuing a life which I'm contented with

Fifteen, I got my name as Hory
21. I'm proud of Hory


Bravo. Fifteen.

Thursday, 4 March 2010

不要惹我生气

有感而发的看了一篇炮轰他人不是的文章。叫嚣得很气愤,写得恨不得把对方吞了,把毕生学会的污言秽语很贴切的形容了别人。 他的愤怒,他的悲惨,别人对他的亏欠,引来了一些路人甲乙丙丁的站台,忙着如回音的附和,尽一份所谓朋友的道义。

结尾里,狠狠的搁下了一句

我告诉你我是个怎样的人, 你得罪我一次,我不会还你两次,我会还你一辈子,给你翻不到身你最好给我明白!!
我不好惹!!

经典得让我笑了一下。

把时间挪回两三年前,依稀的听过好一句相似的话,不外乎,

别惹我生气,我疯起来连我自己也怕
不要弄我生气,我不知道我会做出什么事情

说的时候,气势要带种,眼神要狠,拳头要握紧。说完了势必转身就走,因为身后的人必然错愕的害怕着你。

是吗?
当你发狠的时候,嚷这几句话出来,无非是要个下台阶。想说可以唬吓对方,也可以漂亮的脱身,顺便幻想你把讨厌的人吓得愣着,旁人为你的英勇鼓掌欢呼。

殊不知,你整个气势一气呵成后,马上逊掉。 我的白眼翻得快翻不会来了,怎么办?

Sunday, 28 February 2010

Who


谁进来,却不留声息的离开?
飘渺得让我困惑

着迷于你
朦胧间的暧昧

甜甜的
消逝得快乐点

我们静静的喧哗
只有彼此的心听见对方大声地密语

我小心地在你心里
刻下名字
伴随心跳
陪着我

晚安,爱情
你是谁?

Friday, 26 February 2010

快乐需要有你们

从云顶回来也有三天了
那种愉悦依然

不写回忆
风干了
老时拿出来回味

征服了云霄飞车,下次一定要吐在海盗船

附注槟城很热
喜欢被冷雾萦绕

Friday, 12 February 2010

ROAR

Converse
3 Polo -T
3 T-shirt
FourSkin Flip-Flop
4 Renoma <3
Coloured Hair
New Cleanser
Clay Mask

Not So Shopaholic, Compared to real SHOPAHOLICS
Nicely prepared before CNY? hope so...
head home, fews day won't be on the world...

Sarcastically Masked!
AUMMM~~~ ROAR~~~~
Red red won't harm ppl

Call ME Cute! Handsome! Sophisticated!

Wednesday, 10 February 2010

Whisper to Owl

Today is the day I talk to Owl
I found it so funny and laugh non stop in class, and lost all my sleepiness
I laugh non stop every time I turn and saw Owl's face, I'm mad in class, insane...
It has been a long time that I got such hard tickles

The Owl will ROAR~ with claws
LOL!
still looking similar
and I still laughing seeing this Owl..