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what a sunday

its amazing how much disaster can be caused by a simple gesture..an action with not much effort required...a movement that we all do as humans in everyday life...

then again, pulling a trigger against a head doesnt require much effort either..and consequences is bad as well..or plunging a knife into one's body (required more effort than pulling trigger).. anyway i was saying...sometimes a harmless action (and so u think) can cause so much trouble.. and yes, i am regretting my harmless actions again..

mr tat at his best

today i reach home earlier, about 4pm. the lift door opened, and what do i see...i saw mr tat at his best..tat lor.

he was sitting on his chair, outside his unit, legs on the rack. when he saw me, he didn't even budge an inch, i gave him a dirty look, and he look down, i think he's trying to count his cock hair. With him on the chair, his plants on the opp side of the corridor, whats left was a narrow gap for me to squeeze through (ok im exaggerating), but he could at least make it easier for me.

His plant is going to die soon due to frequent abrasion with my shoulders.

wat a piss off.

neighbour

i call my neighbour mr tat (pronounced as thud). I used to call them the phua family. why? becos i think they are phua ter bines. I start calling them tat family after i realised one of my fren's bf surname is phua. so there you go. as you can see, i dont like the tat family very much.

few things they do that piss me off

1. they hang their underwears on the corridor. when i open my door, the underwears will be greeting me..who in this century will be so uncivilised to hang underwears along common corridors? and i have to walk past their house to reach my house.

2. they always wash the corridor in front of their house. c'mon, is it tat dusty or dirty that u have to splash water EVERY day? it sucks when u walk past their house and ur slippers got wet and u put ur slippers inside ur house. i nearly slipped and fell couple of time too.

3. they have plants along the corridor. i really dont mind plants, but i mind when the plant is quite big they are along the corridor, and they have poles for underwear on the opp side of the plant, and they also have a seat opp the plant outside their gate. messy right? i believe their unit has the most congested corridor in my block.

4. why i call them tat family, becos i think they like to tat lor (block the road). on wkends afternoon, mr tat will sit in the chair mentione above, outside his house, wearing only a short and topless. when we walk past him to reach the lift landing, he doesnt even budge. his legs will be on some rack, and he will be reading newspapers and scratching his balls. him and his plants combine, makes the corridor more narrower.

i got a good mind to cut his plants smaller, spit on his chair, burn holes at the underwear. Anyway i still got a trump card on my hand...mr tat, u make sure u dont piss me any further, otherwise, there's no guarantee what i might do.

yes yes yes yes

yes yes..i just checked the date of my last post..its nov 2007.. now its nov 2008.. abt a year since i really sit down and spend time to write something. many a times i really want to write..but in the end did not manage to do it most of the time..

many things have happen in the past 1 yr..ive gotten married, got my own house..living with my darling wife.. work has been stressful (wats new)..but still manage to produce some good results at year end..and yes..we finally went to tour europe (italy, france, switzerland)..

this 2 days were not exactly the best days of the years..things got a little rough..and im trying my best to deal wtih it. apart from the loss of a business that i am working on..im still trying to cope and doing wat i can to replace that business from other sources.

temper got better of me today..and i finally saw red..it was bad, but i am still typing..i kinda regret wat i did..and of course, regret something that i should have done but didnt.. sometimes u just feel that at that very moment, you need some actions to let off the anger and steam inside.. otherwise you feel like wana explode..this is how i felt today anyway..

i thought im pretty cool with controlling temper..but wat the fuck..im wrong.. i still cant increase my boiling point...of all the wrong things i did..the worst was to hurt someone so close to you..that was really unintentional...haiz.. having said that, im really not sure how to turn things right. sometimes the harder you try, the worst it becomes..

anyway wat i really want to say is, i regret wat i did..i should have control my temper.. and i should have done wat i should...and the thing is...i am really sorry.

the road is full of crazy drivers

if im given a dollar for every errant drivers i spot on the road, i'd probably be a rich man by now. ya thats right. fuck u, u, u, u, u and u..not forgetting u... KAPUI!!!!

haha

hands held high

Turn my mic up louder I got to say somethin.
Lightweights step it aside when we come in
Feel it in your chest, the syllables get pumpin
People on the street they panic and start running.
Words on loose leaf sheet complete coming.
I jump in my mind and summon the rhyme i'm dumping.
Healing the blind I promise to let the sun in
Sick of the dark ways we march to the drum and
Jump when they tell us that they wanna to see jumping.
Fuck that, I wanna see some fist pumping.
risk something, take back what's yours
say something that you know they might attack you for
cause I'm sick of being treated like I have before
like it's stupid standing for what I'm standing for.
Like this war's really just a different brand of war.
Like it doesn't cater to rich and abandon poor.
Like they understand you in the back of the jet, when you
can't put gas in your tank, and these fuckers are
laughing their way to the bank, cashing the check
asking you to have compassion, AND have SOME respect
for a leader so nervous in an obvious way
Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay
and the rest of the world watching at the end of the day
in the living room laughing like "what did he say?"

Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen

In my living room watching, I am not laughing,
Cause when it gets tense I know what might happen
The world is cold, the bold men take action
have to react or get blown into fractions.
Ten years old, it's something to see,
another kid my age drug under a jeep,
taken and bound, and found later under a tree,
I wonder if he had thought the next one could be me.


Do you see, the soldiers, they're out today they
Brush the dust from bulletproof vests away.
It's ironic, at times like this you pray,
but a bomb blew the mosque up yesterday.
There's bombs on the buses, bikes, roads,
inside your market,your shops, your clothes,
My dad, He's got a lot of fear I know
but enough pride inside not to let that show.
My brother had a book he would hold with pride
A little red cover with a broken spine.
On the back, he hand wrote a quote inside:
"when the rich wage war, it's the poor who die"
And meanwhile, the leader just talks away
Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay
and the rest of the world watching at the end of the day
both scared and angry like "what did he say?"

Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen.

With hands held high into a sky so blue
as the ocean opens up to swallow you.