// I write you read but don't expect much

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

This entry shows how bored I'm

I hyperventilated twice while talking to the resident flirt. In particular, twice, as I recapped about the 'dropping-dead-while-running' incident & once when we talked about a certain someone picking up the tab for a meal :)

And I himbotic-ly concluded that being able to 'drop dead whilst running' is a good thing. I, for one wouldn't mind 'dropping dead' on a daily basis. Of cause, in this context, 'dropping dead' would not be your literal 'run half way then suddenly fall for no bloody reason and die' drop dead; but rather, it is the WA LA LA YES 'drop dead' drop dead, with a naughty innuendo to it.

Ok lameshit.

On a separate note, many of you should know where I stand when it comes to profanity and it's usage. Yet today, I came to another conclusion that profanities, when used by the English English educated people, are like music to the ears. Like how the infamous 'cb' can actually be substituted with 'Jeebus'. How's that for a starter?

Alright. I shall end off my entry; one hand one the keyboard, the other on a fork as i dig into my bowl of Kim Chi Noodles, at 3 minutes to 12am.

the boy with a dead heart. posted at | 11:49 PM |

Sunday, June 28, 2009

Heartfelt words

"He told me that his wife suffered a miscarriage the year
before. He was devastated. He longed to have a baby. That incident casted a
shadow. Although he appeared to be fine, he often seek solace when he thought of
the life lost; the things, experiences, opportunities & emotions that it
(the unborn child) was deprived of.
That day, his closest friend shared a joyous piece of news
with him. His friend's wife was pregnant. He managed to force out a smile,
albeit having an ineffable feeling engulfing him from within. As happy as he may
seem on the exterior, he knew he wasn't. Deep down, he made a quiet, yet sincere
apology to his friend. It was the most heartfelt words that he ever churn up
with."

As I listened, I identified - with much compunctions.

With much remorse, I apologise to you & you too.

the boy with a dead heart. posted at | 12:19 AM |

Monday, June 22, 2009

Queen of Sly

Amidst the conversation,

- ZmiNg™ - Cher sucks! =) says:
if by then u stil with him then say
cher says:
starting pay 6k. i hear *heart icon* also itchy
cher says:
hahaha
- ZmiNg™ - Cher sucks! =) says:
HAHAHAHAHA

Ensue the above (conversation), we were on the topic of 'generosity' and ..

cher says:
he say he wants to pay for our outings
- ZmiNg™ - Cher sucks! =) says:
he damn gentleman la
cher says:
but then i told him dutch la
- ZmiNg™ - Cher sucks! =) says:
then?
- ZmiNg™ - Cher sucks! =) says:
don't act lo
cher says:
hello i must act a bit first right.

If only that poor boy knew what has he gotten himself into.

I rest my case.

the boy with a dead heart. posted at | 11:07 PM |

Saturday, June 20, 2009

I have a rude friend

Her name is Cheryl 'Flirty' Ngeow.
First, she said that I have a slutty face (for some suggestive reason)
Then, she proceeded to say I am naggy, in tandem to hearing a story for the 1000th times.
In the first place, I am not that long winded to relate history for 1000th times can?
Nevertheless, I shall forgive you in the name of the very expensive tee I am expecting from Aussie.

The things I'll do for a tee!

the boy with a dead heart. posted at | 11:07 PM |

Monday, June 15, 2009

An extreme

I have never been that pissed.
It was to an extent that I actually felt a piercing jab at my heart.
And it was over a small matter.

I need to learn to control my temper

the boy with a dead heart. posted at | 12:23 AM |

Saturday, June 13, 2009

Sub heading point (a)

Something that was held on for that long a period in the phantasmagoria became a reality tonight. But it didn't turn out like what it was hoped for.

Surprisingly, the knock-out feeling lasted for a minute or two. Maybe three. Then with the incessant whining, it start to dissipate. The jaded-ness accumulated during the hiatus might have lent a hand or two. It contributed a weak force, for pieces of the aftermath still remains. But at least it's of a lower percentage.

Non-sexual wife, the third party & eyes of the phantasmagoria-turned-reality cleverly plotted skit asked the underlying reason. The first reason that I came up (because it had been there for long) was because I was still in Teddy Bear Lane, where things are all saccharine & miracles can be easily plucked from the air. I actually thought that prevailing persistence will would twine the bitter truth. I should have known better. There aren't no Teddy Bear Lane.

The litany of nicely worded, subtlety masked logic followed. I read, lament and did not make an effort to salvage. What for? But if what said was true, then perhaps I seek comfort that karma strike back. Despite so, how would I gain? I can't bring myself to gloat.

Perfectly timed coincidence. After the second came the first. To think back, the resembles were like a pre-warning hur? Well, at least what done has been done. And in the classic words extracted, 'it's not worth it.'

Silver lining? Yes I'm still trying my best to find it.

Of Retrospect #1, sub heading point (a). Bye

the boy with a dead heart. posted at | 3:42 AM |

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Quiet thoughts

the boy with a dead heart. posted at | 11:57 PM |

Monday, June 8, 2009

When the past becomes the present

With much aghast, I am appalled as to how I actually came across two * that resembled the two * that I really *
So I conclude that today is somewhat meet-the-resembles day!

Yikes!

the boy with a dead heart. posted at | 11:59 PM |

Facebook is the new MSN

3 pictures, 6 people, 160ish threads contribited;
And still coming!
Well done people.

the boy with a dead heart. posted at | 11:56 PM |

Sunday, June 7, 2009

Opps I did it again

I take pride that Cher is now $60 poorer (in credit). The whore called me from Aussie the night before. She was thankful for the one minute whereby I allowed her to rattle about the boyfriend, though she initially pretended to be all coy (about wanting to do so.)
Anyway, Cher told me to reserve the evening of 28th June for her, for she anticipates seeing my dainty face that day.

Now Now, before you all berate me for addressing the whore a whore & start terming her an endearing friend, know that:

a. She chose that day not because her feng shui master told her too. Rather, it is because the boyfriend has something on that evening; she does not intend to join him; Thus she decides to slot me in. Now that's so endearing.

b. She called me not to know if I am still alive. Rather, it is because the boyfriend is currently touring Europe; she has no school the next day; I had some stuffs to entertain her with. Now that's even more endearing don't you think?

Nevertheless whore, I still xoxoxo you. But you can strike my name off your appointment schedule if you don't return with Mr Tee =) You do know that Paris is going to Dubai to find a new BFF right?
It's funny how we are closer vis-a-vis those days when we saw each other daily.

*

I was tagged (on facebook) by a under 'house-restrain-due-to-a-recent-operation' Mei. The pictures brought back memories. Saccharine ones. I found myself smiling like an idiot as I reminisce the past. Things happened for a reason; and though I left before they all did, I actually found something truthful & sincere from them - to which I am thankful for.
Sometimes, I wonder if you all are really able to tolerate the incessant whining & the acerbic tongue.
But even if you all could not, you never let it show.

*

When I saw a certain someone that night, I had the compulsion to message you; for I know that the certain someone would interest you. I held back the compulsion & resorted to an alternative medium to convey the message. Things are still left on the cliff hanger. But I guess we're too tired to overturn all stones. Perhaps somethings are better left unsaid, just as it is. Perhaps, my abrupt departure would be a blessing in disguise for both of us.
Somewhere out there, I will still think & remember you.

*

In retrospect, I actually thought that it was non-compassionate of me to reject your virtual request - an effortless & simple one. To some extent, I felt guilty, for I never expected so much 'enthusiasm' on your part
But we wouldn't want history to repeat itself, would we?

*
The Cheese Cake cafe treat was a form of sweet gesture. But is it possible for me to tolerate imperfection? To see it as a new form of perfection? Or even for me to compromise the precedents that I adamantly line myself to?
Let's see ...

Gd bye.

the boy with a dead heart. posted at | 11:37 PM |

Thursday, June 4, 2009

The final resting place

They scattered her ashes because she meant something to them.
An overstatement, if I were placed in her shoes;
For I never tried working for that.

the boy with a dead heart. posted at | 11:37 PM |