gong kia number one

Radioactive!

> WARNING

hellcraza is radioactive. Wear protective clothing at all times.

posted by luxy @ 7:08 PM |

beng...

"shut up and get up..."

*f*** you!* (actually i didn't hear it)

"arms up in a 'An Zua?! come over if you dare' posture plus beng look"

*lanlan pick up ball*

posted by luxy @ 3:14 AM |

JHK

Tipsy Camera Man....


A Happy and Beng-ish Looking JHK... after a bit of beer...


And a Gong Kia who looks more sober. Its just pineapple juice here.

posted by luxy @ 10:34 AM |

True Friends

This was written like a year and half ago, can't remember the exact date. A little tribute to my friends out there.


“True Friends”

A Sea of Stars filled the Sky,
A Glister of Lone I didn’t know why…
Even if You are way up High,
Night alone, the cold wind Sigh.

Way beyond the wide wild world,
A Star shoots to where You were.
A twist, a turn and a little peek,
A Friend had come in a glowing beat.

The Blues, the Gloom once seem bleak,
And Life from You, slowly leak.
A Friend so True will come to You,
Before You realized, before You knew

She steps in, a Smile on her Heart.
He strolls in, offers a shoulder on his Part.
They come in forms and shapes,
Sometimes even in shades and capes!

The Sun will shine when they are near.
There’s nothing in Life You would ever fear.
An arm to hold when You fall,
A word that comforts when you Heart call.

A Friend never minds when You shout,
A Friend never grumbles when You blow hot and cold.
A Friend never leaves when You forget.
A Friend never says ‘I give up, I don’t care’.

Appreciation is nice but never sought.
Giving all out for the battles that We fought.
A Heart which remains Gold and True,
With Pure intentions which stick like glue.

A Real Friend is never too far,
It doesn’t matter where You are.
A Big Thanks from me to You,
A True Friend to me, who’s Far and Few.

Thanks a lot my Friend!

posted by luxy @ 1:54 AM |

after sat....

Someone actually told me that I haven’t blog recently. I was thinking the last time I written was Saturday morning. Well, must have been punished for not preparing my Saturday paper properly. I simply thought it was too easy or should I say don’t know how to prepare. I should have at least looked at my 447. anyway it was over so don’t go talk about it arh. 22nd December we will know what the outcome is.

After that paper things began to get better. First we decided we are going to bugis to have steamboat. But a champion call weiter decided that going for exams shouldn’t bring bag, so 5 of us had to wait for him alone while he went to collect his bag. That’s where I found the usefulness of being extrovert and friendly. I bought a cup of coffee from the hall canteen and proceeded to have a little chat with the lady boss. Thought its just one of those ‘how’s business after holidays? Hmmm… ya ya…’ kind of conversation. But instead we went on to talk about schools, halls, and the behavior of students. The lady boss was actually rather pissed off with NUS students. She said some of them are those opportunists, where they just take and go things w/o paying for them. When confronted, they give lame reasons like ‘must pay? Thought its free’ ‘oh, I forgot to pay’ ‘oh… many la, we waiting for the rest then pay’

I was kind of shocked and surprised by her comments. I was telling her it cant be that bad and stuff like that. Well, she was pretty insistent. Since she is operating at both sides, I’m sure she knows better. I just nod at times.

If that’s real, then its really a sad reality.

Study so much and yet still having no honesty and integrity.
It’s a real shame.
Think its as bad as people not giving way in MRT stations.

So after the chat, I had finished the cup of coffee that I had bought. The lady boss treated me to another. Ha… that was my point from the start… cheap skate me again. My coffee is buy 1 get 1 free. Sorry again, engineering student.

After that, our dear weet decide to appear. So off we head towards bugis. Actually when we were out of the exam venue, we actually saw someone. What’s her name again? Tan Sze Mei or something like that. Can’t remember very well. Hanren always think that she is very very pretty(in his own words, gan pua gan pua chio lor!). ha…. But she went off with her boyfriend immediately after the paper. So somehow after like 30 minutes, they are right in front of us again in the MRT station. It has to be hanren’s day. So we proceeded to enter a train that they are in too. Then that champion didn’t sit in the row opposite her. Instead choose the opposite end of her row. Hmmm… then realized he has a plot. But his plot was foiled by the crowd that day. So… too bad. Anyway, personally I don’t think she is that pretty really. She is sweet looking though. But she just have way too much makeup on all day long. Reminds me of 玉女at times, if you get what I mean. if there’s any of her friend, fan or admirer out there, its just my personal comment.


This one is taken while we are on the way. I have no idea why I was having such a wide smile. Ronghui must be pondering why zhijie is such a wimp in international chess.

She alighted at raffles place, presumingly going to town. We went on, and got off at bugis. Then hanren saw another of those pretty gals that he appreciates in school. It really has to be his lucky day. Too bad she wasn’t going our way. While we walked around, somehow we just cant find that shop. Only when we got near to the old place, we realized it shifted. So we went over to the temple to offer some prayers. I was almost praying feverish. Well… I’m sure you guys know why…

‘Please help me!’

So, after some sincere but whiny words to the goddess, we went over to the steamboat shop. It was almost superb. Initially it was really a blast. Good food, good soup base… what else can you ask for more right? Eat while having the company of your great chums, it was just what I need after this semester exams and whatever that has happened.


Hanren must be wondering why am I eating all his fair share of food. You can see his puzzled and pissed off look in the corner.


Then he started smiling because he realized I’m eating beef, which he doesn’t eat. ‘good good, clear that plate!’ must be what he is thinking!

after that, we are really getting wired over more food. just can't force more in. it begin to become quite a little drag to finish up the food. in the end, we have to leave some food on the table uneaten. but, our tummies are all bloated... feels great!

After that we went off to see the buskers parade. We didn’t get to see much this year. Managed only 2 acts. The first was pretty entertaining. The second was inferior to the first but I still enjoy it. I like all these performance, and they are for charity, making it even easier to appreciate. I remembered coming down here to watch with xueying last year. She was like a little child when she watched. She still is… haha. This year she good gal go home spend time with family. So she missed it this time round. Still got next year. But one thing is, I just keep on perspiring in the crowd. So hot standing there all the while. That’s one reason why I dislike crowded place and town. So tissue paper out in full force… and dying in full speed too.

After the 2nd act we went off to one of the BK to relax for a while.

I have no idea what I was looking at…

There were so many butches outside that BK. We are just musing over it. Then 1 of them came in. she wanted to go to the restroom. So that split second we were speculating if she would enter the gents or ladies. She, he, er… she/he entered the gents. No doubts about her own sexuality definitely. Ha… so I wondering how she use the urinal… and mr smart weet say ‘stand la!’ then we all start to laugh at his imaginative explanations again. Hanren was just irated by them. Ha… as for why, you can go ask him yourself. Jiarei took a picture of jackjack postcard and weiter sent to me.



Cute baby huh? Go watch the show, its incredibly funny!
So… it was how the Saturday went. Came home and ended up sleeping so freaking late. Tired tired tired…

And I am feeling neutral already. All even out, black and white. I’ll write more on Monday trip some other time and when I get the pictures.

posted by luxy @ 5:08 PM |

Killing mode

yesterday evening, instead of studying for my paper later this afternoon, i went for a session of soccer. well... i m STILL putting an entry here now. obvious abt the emphasis i'm putting on it huh?

i was in killing mode yesterday. i actually had a notion when i was on the way, to break someone's leg if dat fella deserves it. but wen we got there, all there at the court were my pals. by the time the oter pple arrived, i've oredi played for 1 hr plus.

there goes the killing mentality.

i told my frens, i felt like breaking someone's leg. zhiwei agreed. he said i played very hiong. i suppose dats relative to the usual playing style.

den i had a chance. a mini brawl broke up between our guys n someone fr the oter team. i was already sitting by the side in a daze over something shunnan told me. before i can go down and send in a punch or kick, the situation diffused oredi. so i sat down again. and it came again, stood up, diffused...

missed the chance...

so i reckon for harboring those thoughts, i ought to get punished. n i did. i slipped and fell while trying to execute a sharp turn. ground was too slippery, shoes had no grip...

down i went... splat...

lucky it was just abrasion and some slight bruises. usually it would had been a possible injury.

somehow after that standoff event, some pple are more fired up. there's this guy who crashed into me. i was trying to shield the ball but failed miserably. he tot i purposely blocked him. sorry, its my technique problem.

one of our guys whom i didn't know went 'its ok its ok, soccer is liddat ar...'

dat fella mumbled a few words under his breathe. i gave him a killer look. he went away...

benefits of having an expression dat can frighten pple and a 1.83 frame with broad looking shoulders.

in the end, i didn't do much. didn't get much chances. if its playing in a field, i'm sure someone would have gotten some rough treatment. rough but fair... maybe not fair, just not malicious.

i'm evil, but not evil by nature. i whack pple who i felt they deserve it.

i sound evil...

i might just be evil...

who doesn't have their evil sides...

posted by luxy @ 10:20 AM |

When Love and Hate collides

"When Love and Hate collides"

A Cold Wind blew in the Autumn Dusk.
A Sad lingering Feeling that seems to last.
A lost Soul within a broken Heart,
With a creeping pain that will never part.

The turn of August brought the raging storms,
A sea of dark clouds that swiftly form.
The tides of Sorrow that pour from Heaven,
Nowhere to find a comforting Haven.

The bolt of Grief that struck my Soul,
And the grip of Sadness that firmly hold.
The pages of Lone they slowly unfold,
As my Heart freeze in the winter cold.

I turn my Hope to my little fire,
In a state that seems so dire.
An image of mine so pale and sullen,
Reflecting the Crest that's painfully fallen.

I tried so hard to be the best I could,
To give my all I always would.
But all I see is a fading back,
With the Love that I sorely lack.

That is nothing that I’ve ever done wrong.
But yet her Love is cruelly gone.
And through the Heaven's divine eyes,
I swear I’ve never live her a single lie.

But still her choice is to leave me now.
To Live to Love, please tell me how.
For once I knew how to Trust,
But now it's all eternally crush.

So what's the point of being so nice?
And for her that I sacrifice.
For good guys always finish last,
And bad guys always really fast.

So bury your Love in its lonely Grave,
And enter a new Journey that you slowly pave.
Your feelings must not be your guiding Light.
Let the Mind decide and all's alright.

Live the life that saves your Mind.
For Love is something not worth the find.
Keeps you Sound and keeps you Sane,
And no more Sorrow, no more Pain...

Love Yourself...

posted by luxy @ 1:52 PM |

有无答案的问号

时时刻刻，仿佛见到她
不管是街头，还是巷尾
她的影子，无时无刻的出现
就在我生命中成为了一个有无答案的问号

寂寞的早晨，回忆着她
无聊的中午，忘不了她
宁静的夜晚，思念着她
残酷的梦中，又遇见她

一个黑暗的阴影，跟随着我每个步伐
一心想摆脱，一时之间也做不到

问问自己，何时又犯了错
看看自己，到底哪儿不对
想想自己，为何如此难过
哭傻自己，只是一种折磨

为了一个不管自己的人
为了一个不爱自己的人

付出了真爱，可否得到心中的寄托
无条件的去爱，可否能得到那心中的情人
真心实意，换来了无心无意
死去活来之时，她也不成动过那冰冷的心

冤不了天，冤不了地
只能冤自己，爱上一个永远不爱我的人

posted by luxy @ 8:26 PM |

希望才是永恒的...

一时的错，造成千古恨

明知当初无结果，为何还是哪么执着

为何在这迷糊之中，迷失了自己的方向

要找回自己与自我，还得步行在煎苦的路程上

伤心只是个过程…

希望才是永恒的...

posted by luxy @ 1:08 PM |

Deja vu......

damn...... i need some beer man....... what a day it had been.....

bad things,

more bad things,

even more bad things....

woke up at 4am,

woke up again at 7am,

and 8am.

got a bad morning, blistering hot.

i got kinda late to school.

i missed my coffee.

got ignored.

had a horrendous paper.

my pocket watch died on me in the exams.

my exam pen ran out of ink.

felt like an idiot.

couldnt sleep thou i felt tired.

i got the worst reply that i wanna see.

A sunflower that got trashed.

Its a curse.

A cycle that i can't get out of.

deja vu......

deja vu.............

deja vu......................

posted by luxy @ 8:40 PM |

The Gift from Heaven

“The Gift from Heaven”

I gazed upon the star-filled sky
Like Jewels they dazzle, way up high.
Each and every an Angel resides,
I wished there’s one, by my side.

A shooting star streaks through the night,
Falling in a path of Golden Light.
An Angel was sent to Earth from Heaven,
To touch the Heart, once lone and barren.

The glister in her twinkling eyes,
Melts your Heart, the very first sight.
Evening breeze glides through her hair,
Soft as silk, they dance in the air.

She has a smile that’s ever so lovely,
Like the beautiful moonlight, she beamed sweetly.
Her cheeks would be flushed in red,
Sense of Innocence from heels to head.

Upon her nose she cutely cringe,
Like a child in her, deep within.
Adoring her for her cheeky laughs,
Admire her for being Brave and Tough.

The soft touch of her gentle hand,
To soothe the Heart, they surely can.
The feeling of warmth and eternal Love,
Peaceful like the pure white dove.

To run my hand through her silky hair,
And stroke her cheek with the greatest care.
For that I feel the heavenly bliss,
Just like the tinge of Angelic kiss.

A Gift from Heaven, my dear Angel.
She is like an answered prayer.
Never ever let her pass you by,
Because its regret for eternal good bye.

Stay by my side, don’t ever say good bye…


- luxy

As much as i tried, i can't stop her from passing me by. Her choice is 'Goodbye'. Its my regret... for not making the correct decision, almost the same time, 2 years ago. Passed by once, passing by again... And its eternal good bye...

posted by luxy @ 8:29 PM |

Gong Kia Top Ten List 5

Not only does my mom bug me about getting my masters, she also bug me on another issue. seems like when i am about to graduate, my mom starts to get worried about my other half. So, i always have a list of reasons why i am not attached, and why gals won't choose me. and they are,

10) 'Mother, i've only got 2 cars, 1 left 1 right, who will want me?'

9) 'Mother, i always appear at the wrong place at the wrong time.'

8) 'What to do? they always say i am their brother....'

7) 'And they only come find me when they get attached or break up. after that they forget me.'

6) 'Somemore I am a insensitive brute, who wants me?'

5) 'Then, whenever i like someone, someone better will always appear.'

4) 'And then i always make the wrong choices and wrong decisions, thus taking the wrong actions at the worst possible time.'

3) 'In the end, i don't understand gals, never know what's on their mind. so i gave up easily when i see perceived negative signs.'

2) 'And you know what's the most important external factor? the gals out there HAVE EYES la! why would they wanna choose me?!'

And the No 1 reason i gave my mom why i never get attached is,
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1) 'Anyway, mother, you don't have to worry, in the future i am going to be a MONK la!'

posted by luxy @ 8:17 AM |

Shimmering Hope

The other time was telling Xiaowei I will be posting another poem of mine. Sometimes i wonder how come i've got so much time to write this kind of crap... i ought to be... nevermind... here it is,

"Shimmering Hope"

Dark clouds cover the gloomy sky,
And Raindrops falling through the Night.
Like Tears they shed as Heaven crys,
For an Angel's Wings that's clipped in flight.

The Cloak of Darkness covers Her,
A Life of Shadows settles here.
The Fallen Soul was taken away,
By the Evil that had come this way.

But the Evil of Yesterday will not stay,
As the Hope of Tomorrow holds no bound.
The Sun will rise again as I Pray,
And the Soul once stolen be once again found.

The Arrow of the Morning Light will pierce the Dark,
Brightening her Heart with its Shimmering Glow.
And the Silver Song of the Golden Lark,
Send the Sweetness back on a Gentle Flow.

The bleeding wounds of a broken Wing,
Will soon be healed by the soothing Wind.
And as Time begins to do its part,
Washing the Hurt that plagues the Heart.

Once again the Sun will Shine,
And the Air will smell like forest pine.
The Sky will be of Eternal blue,
With little sparkles of Rainbow hues.

The Storm that gathered will soon pass,
With our Braveness it surely can't last.
And with Determination and Courage that will form,
Lets hold our Hands together and clear the Storm.

The Brolly that shelters You, I'll carry.
Your Passage through the Storm, I'll ferry.
Be Strong and Brave my sweet Angel,
As very soon there will be no more Danger.

The Shimmering Hope of Tomorrow will see You through!

posted by luxy @ 4:38 PM |

Go on, take a swipe at me...

I just woke myself up from my stupidity. I realised that, though the fact is I am losing confidence over certain things, I shouldn't have judged anything from a dream. Well, from the fact that I was shaken by it, only means 1 thing. That is, I am definitely serious about how I feel about this issue. How it shall end, it’s not entirely up to me now. But I know, I’ll take the chance, do my very best, with my heart and soul. Like Jingwen told me this afternoon, you may never get what you worked for, or even get anything at all.

I won’t give up so easily…

Anyway, not that the issue had done me any good for the moment. I had my fair share of distractions from it. Well, again I’ve proven to be someone easily distracted. I ought to be studying for my 315 at the moment. All these days, if I had been utilizing the time properly, I’d probably be done once with everything and going through them for the second time.

Laziness is just my inborn trait. Slacking is second.

Well, I did have some breakthroughs today. I found the trick behind 315 second part. It’s to…… MEMORISE! Given that I have gone through 447 and its crazy amounts of equations, 315’s total number is just peanuts. The problem is the same variable can be found by 2 different methods, giving different answers. Kinda dumb, and confusing. So I’ll just keep to one type and hope for the best. Hahaha…. Obviously this semester I haven’t been studying the way which I had always done over the past few semesters, that is to understand and apply. Sorry, I let myself down by resorting to memorizing. I detest this method, and in actual fact, I despise this method.

I have stooped so low this time round.

Well… I’m sure hope I don’t get punished for my lack of discipline and work ethics this semester. And hope heaven show pity on me and give me a break from having to go into the exams all, lacking in confidence and proper sleep… ha… that definitely sums up this semester.

Damn…

And the reason why I’m so concern about my grades is that I do have an intention to go on with my studies. I’ve seen some professors sending out emails on sponsored M.Eng. for research on floating gate transistor. If you are not engineering based and you are interested in what that means, it’s basically research on ROM. For this I think more specifically programmable ROM. With things getting smaller and smaller, you would want some reliable chips running in your computer, don’t you?

Amazing, I actually talk like my FYP supervisor.

Actually I just find the deal too good to miss. I do have some interest in how all these little stuff work, giving us all the convenience in life. If some company is going to sponsor my studies and give me a job after that, I suppose giving it a shot isn’t at all that bad an idea. And my mom has been bugging me about getting my masters since the start of year 4. Sometimes I wonder why she keeps asking me that. Never heard her nagging at my brother back then. I’ll give it a shot definitely. It’s a good chance, and good for experience. And I heard my professor is in the selection panel too.

Pull strings time!

Ha…. Stooping low again? Mmmm…… Shall not comment on that. See how it goes man. If I’m a piece of shit, even the strongest nylon rope isn’t enough to hold on to me.

My mom is calling me to eat stuff again. I reckon she’s thinking this 1.83 frame is definitely not worthy of a weight of 70kg. I’ve been gorging food these days. This morning alone, I had a cup of milo, 1 banana, and 1 apple, 2 slices of bread, 1 egg, and multitude of biscuits. Had a huge portion for lunch and dinner. Now she’s getting me to eat the fried wings and fish balls she brought back.

Hehhehheh... I’ll just eat. Don’t give 2 hoots about my waistline!

So…. Time to get huggable again!


:- oh.... yes.... top ten list will be back next monday!

posted by luxy @ 10:36 PM |

A Dream that I would rather forget and not come true...

I had one of the worst sleep ever this morning. Not that it is intermittent or constantly disturbed, but instead, I had a very bad dream.

Maybe it’s how if felt in real life, then it translate into my dream. Sometimes in life you wanted something, you feel for something… but so confusing that you ain’t sure if you gonna get it. And there are times when you felt you can get it, and yet you lose it in the end. And see that, the effort that you put in had gone with the winds.

To see it taken away from you, right before your very eyes…

I was shaken. I really was…. I know I couldn’t believe my eyes in the dream. It was all too real… and it’s the last thing I would expect to happen.

No…. I don’t want it to be that way. But I don’t know if it would be mine someday. To make a bad mistake and decision, and see it all disappear before you.

Happened to me more than once, in all facets of life.

Sometimes I have confidence, sometimes I don't...

To risk, or not to?
To wish for or not to?
To go that extra mile or not to?

I don’t know….

Is there anyone out there who has an answer, an answer that would pacify my battered soul?

Anyone out there….

posted by luxy @ 5:08 PM |

Substitutions...

As the owner of this blog is currently trying to tackle his exams(2 papers back to back tmr and wed), he need the brain power to carry out this difficult mission. He shall be taking a 1 week break from his top ten list.

As such, a poem from his past shall be posted in place of the top ten list for today. Its titled 'The Fallen Star'


“The Fallen Star”

For Nights I gazed upon the Stars,
Like Angels they are, never too far.
Sitting Happy in the Sky,
I wished I was there up high.

Many Nights have passed since I saw,
The constellations never so flawed.
A star above has a weaken glow,
And since then the breeze has been a chilly blow.

It tells of an Angel’s fall from Grace,
Bitterly shown upon her face.
A missing smile and a glistering tear,
The unmended heart that I greatly fear.

For months and days, a repeated sight,
How hurt I see of my Angel’s plight.
The joy and laughter that she has,
Had disappear like the wisping gas.

Seems the Devil had his way,
Upon sadness and despair my Angel lay.
The sound of deceit from his laugh,
Caged my Angel, lock and cuff.

I pray upon the heaven above,
To shower my Angel with it’s Love.
And soothe her heart, so hurt and frail,
So the pain will leave no trail.

I swear to Heaven to do my part,
To mend and sew her broken Heart.
Efforts I put are nothing but the best,
And leave to fate and time, to finish the rest.

I’ll wait for the night, when the star will be shining bright,
From that night I’ll know, my Angel’s going to be alright.
Trust and Faith in me, please don’t hide,
I promise my Angel, I’ll always be by your side.

Trust Me Angel.

-Luxy

posted by luxy @ 8:31 AM |

I see blood!

I got a cut on my thumb today... didn't even know i got it until i pressed it with my index finger. got a lil shocking surprise/surprising shock when i felt some pain and looked at the mini mess its in. i am still wondering if i was shocked or surprised. i proceed to ask my sis where i could have got it from. she gave the dimwit answer of 'fishbones'. ya.... i dun handle my fishbones with my hands/fingers. i systematically spit them out after a complex sorting mechanism in my mouth(its a talent ok?!). well.... it can't be her followed up answer of 'chicken bones' either. well.... so does dat brand me a AQ or something, don't even know where the hell i got it.

BLOOD! *faintz*

ya rite.... i just laughed it off. applying the medicine was slightly stinging. kinda like dat feeling... sounds like some masochist. anyway.... that reminds me of the other day when i had a bleeding nose. felt something flowing out my nose right at the moment i woke up. i had a long night. so the instant i removed my hand from my nose, it was.... RED.... that, i was definitely surprised.

i haven't had a bleeding nose for so many years. when i was young it was really often for me. but not now. then the amazing thing was, i actually turned over, lie with my head over my bed, facing down, and let the blood flow. it just went on and on. the blood stained tissue paper just built up, soon becoming a lil hillock. i suppose all these are the blood dat had been trapped and not circulating properly. came to this conclusion because i was having a nagging headache for those few days. and after dat blood letting incident, its gone. my head felt lighter as well... not that i am suggesting punching yourself in the face is a cure for migraine. you can always get someone else to punch you, that would be more effective!

No no... please don't... don't be silly willy...

I think i am getting weaker by the day. Now its 1+, freaking hot, and i suddenly sneezed. and sneezed, and sne..... its goes on. and my nose starts its marathon. and i just had my hot lunch! i am beginning to suspect either i am getting more and more AQ or someone is persistently scolding me behind my back. now.... who can that be? i need to put on my sherlock holmes cap. and find myself a watson.

ya....... for goodness sake, i SHOULD be studying now.

i can see in my mind, rong pearlyn ahsoon joanne and other NIE pple rejoicing now. *eyes narrows* lend me the luck for the rest of my papers la! quick quick! i am dying here! ***__*** ***__*** i am being incoherent here....

information overload.... program will terminate now....
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Do you want to send an error report?
(argh.......... f windows! but then again, f UNIX lagi more!)

posted by luxy @ 1:35 PM |

My Loves

'My Loves'

I love daisies, do you love them too?
If the daisy is all alone, tell me.
I will grab it and never let it go.
Cause the pure and white it glorifies,
Had blown the heart away like dynamite.
May it give the light a chance,
And love it like an eternal dance.

I love sunshine, do you love them too?
If the dusk is near, tell me.
I will sit down by the western end,
To bask in the glory that always glow.
Till dawn after will I leave,
As the rising sun tuck the night away.
They both warm my flailing heart,
‘Be Brave’ they tell me, soon all will be fine.
And coupled with the morning breeze,
The life beyond will no longer freeze.

I love dark chocolate, do you love them too?
If you ever find them somewhere, tell me.
I will fill myself a truckload home.
Rich, bitter and fulfilling,
Just like those loving feelings.
Is it a substitute for something that I missed,
Or an antidote to the poison of that never ever kiss.

I love clouds, do you love them too?
If the clouds blanket the blue sky above, tell me.
I will lie down by the green hillock,
To enjoy the lovely, gentle and flowing sight.
It feels like the pillow that cushions the soul,
As the spirit drifts towards a new tomorrow.
They make my heart as light as feather,
And thoughts smooth like the river flow.
May my life journeys be that too,
And all my troubles never filled and full.

I love the falling rain, do you love them too?
If the raindrops begin to fall, tell me.
I will let heaven shower on my face,
To wash away my deepest pain.
Every drop like life’s elixir,
Lifting the spirits and nourishing my soul,
And relieving the heart from the wretched cold.

So my love is lively and free,
And follows nature it will be.
May it not be eternally misplaced,
To future, with love, I bravely face.


- Luxy

posted by luxy @ 9:16 AM |

Gong Kia's Top Ten List 4

When i wrote about the top ten list for why guys like NS, i was wondering if there will be people who is going to say i tao nao pai. so dat time i oredi planned to write this.

So for this week, the top ten list is on 'Why Guys Hate NS'

10) Your CO/OC/PC/Sect Comdr is an asshole and your life in the unit is shit everyday.

9) You have to clean weapon till 3-4am and still have to wake up at 530am to do PT and area cleaning.

8) Your platoon mates play you out and you have to go on missions with 2x MG feedbox, 1x spare barrel, 1x 12kg GPMG and your FBO.

7) The love interest got attached already in the U or working life while you get stuck in a moment you can't get out of it.

6) Worst, YOUR GF kanna potong jalan by some bastard in the U or working life while you come undone.

5) When the new jargons are used on you, like 'can you shoot properly you bobo king!', 'wahlau, horlan in this fucking brunei jungle...', 'GO SIGN 7 EXTRAS!' and you are the poor fella charging in, place the bangalore, run back, boomed, charged in again and shouting 'GAP GAP GAP!'

4) When you have to charge up the hill even though a heavy rain just passed, worse still, armor had rumbled through, creating more mud on the way.

3) You always tio DOOs/Guard Comdrs who are very siao on and turn you out every 30 minutes.

2) No matter how hard you train, you can never run below 10 for 2.4, do more than 6 chinups or pass your SOC.

And the No1 reason 'why guys hate NS' is
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1) 2 of your best years are spent doing something that you actually DON'T wish to do!

posted by luxy @ 1:45 AM |