tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-138093452011-04-22T09:19:26.087+08:00Wouldn't you like to know?Ethannoreply@blogger.comBlogger791100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809345.post-1143157316485608722006-03-24T07:38:00.000+08:002006-03-24T07:41:56.496+08:00Mirror images.<br /><br /><br />Hello... there.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Hold....<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />They are all me.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809345-114315731648560872?l=nora-global.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ethannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809345.post-1143083996444094862006-03-23T10:50:00.000+08:002006-03-23T11:19:56.476+08:00Os iusti meditabitur sapientiam<br />Et lingua eius loquetur iudicium<br />Beatus vir qui suffert tentationem<br />Quoniam cum probatus fuerit accipiet<br />Coronam vitae Kyrie, Ignis Divine, Eleison O quam sancta<br />Quam serena<br />Quam benigna Quam amoena O castitatis lilium<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809345-114308399644409486?l=nora-global.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ethannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809345.post-1142856373460998512006-03-20T20:04:00.002+08:002006-03-20T20:07:57.860+08:00Previous post was just for fun.<br /><br /><br />All's good!<br />Thanks for those who cared.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809345-114285637346099851?l=nora-global.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ethannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809345.post-1142725544002225052006-03-19T07:44:00.000+08:002006-03-19T08:03:59.970+08:00<p>It hurts me so to love you,<br />I wonder if it hurts you too.<br />Your jaded smile and gentle words,<br />Only hurt me even worse.<br />I've only barely healed this heart,<br />now its broken, smashed and scattered.<br />I don't know why i love you so,</p><p>It's like a blunt knife through my heart and soul.<br />If what we have is so futile,<br />Why does it seem to be worth my while?<br /></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>But when i see your happy smile,<br />It makes the pain more bearable.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809345-114272554400222505?l=nora-global.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ethannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809345.post-1142009962366887152006-03-11T00:57:00.000+08:002006-03-11T00:59:22.383+08:00All right, all right.<br /><br /><br />Being attached and all.<br />Attending to issues and some.<br /><br /><br /><br />Updates soon.<br />Promise.<br /><br /><br /><br />Miss Tattoo, I read that. :)<br />I'm always your friend and what you deserve, will take a life time to repay.<br /><br /><br />Just don't ask for funny stuff like jewels.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809345-114200996236688715?l=nora-global.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ethannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809345.post-1140163345151071752006-02-17T15:22:00.000+08:002006-02-18T00:32:48.290+08:00Back to the club and clubs.<br />Pardon the pun.<br /><br />Done with the booze and neon lights.<br />Goodbye to the egos and babes.<br />I say fuck off to "MTV" and Velvet.<br /><br />Kudos to the flight crew and yuppies.<br /><br /><br />Need I go on?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I say hello to what I've been missing.<br />I say welcome to simple and down to earth friends.<br />I say thank you for S.M.L.J, K.E.N.N and Matt, know you peeps will always be here.<br /><br /><br /><br />Getting ready for a long lost friend, education.<br />Fixing up the keyboards finally.<br />Still enjoy the fags and beer.<br /><br /><br />Head over heels in love with her.<br /><br />Happily finding those fingers to hold.<br />Smiling whenever we're out and everything's just perfect.<br /><br />Enjoying the simple laughs we share.<br />Grimacing each time I see a different flavored juice her mother makes.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Began at a party.<br />A sibling of a friend.<br /><br />An umbrella in the rain.<br />Frog congee over a table.<br />A number admist a drizzle.<br />Phone calls and messages.<br />Steaming coffee without whipped cream.<br />Sayuri, beers, dinner, wine and a live-band.<br /><br />Lost in Jurong.<br />A movie past midnight.<br /><br />A bonding at the Balcony's.<br /><br />Summary to Vday?<br />An absolute blast...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Most recent?<br />Flowers everywhere 40 storeys up.<br />Champagne and room service.<br />A perfect night as always...<br /><br />More to come, as the days go by.<br /><br />definitely.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Thank you everyone who has cared and offered your congrats.<br />See you once in a while the druggies and nighties , it's been fun but it's about time I stopped.<br /><br /><br /><br />What is it I'm trying to put across?<br /><br />Finally...<br />It no longer hunts me.<br />I am settled-down and happily "married"...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809345-114016334515107175?l=nora-global.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ethannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809345.post-1139474582207487902006-02-09T16:41:00.000+08:002006-02-09T16:43:02.223+08:00Utmost importance...<br /><br /><br /><br />Everyone who knows Matthew the spider.<br /><br />Contact me Asap.<br /><br />Lost my cell-phone yet again.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Locate me on Msn or my apartment number.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809345-113947458220748790?l=nora-global.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ethannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809345.post-1138570477388318152006-01-30T05:11:00.000+08:002006-01-30T05:34:37.493+08:00Lately, 2 friends have been going on and on about X Japan.<br /><br />It's usual...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Just so I am sick and tired of hearing their cute little girl girl fan-like comments.<br />Espacially this great buddy of mine who goes HIDE HIDE HIDE HIDE HIDE all day.<br />Here's some tidbits for those who care.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Contary to popular belief, most idiots in the forums and blah think that Yoshiki was reading a suicide note from Hide.<br />That is utter rubbish since that paper was just the words he wanted to use for his speech.<br /><br /><br /><br />Yoshiki founded the band before you bozos were even born.<br />1983 or 84.<br />His ever supportive mother sold the family business to provide the start-up funds as Yoshiki could not find a producer to Back X since he was an unknown.<br />X's principal music influence was the american hard rock band KISS which Hide idolised.<br />Yoshiki renamed X to X Japan in 1992.<br /><br /><br />After hide's death.<br />He swore never to touch his drum set as it brought back too many memories.<br /><br /><br />He broke that promise after a while and now manages bands like Dir En Grey.<br /><br /><br /><br />At the end of 1995, hide met with a sick fan suffering from Peripheral Nerve Regenerative Disorder. There's only few people in the whole world with a serious case of this disease.<br /><br />The following year, hide registered itself for a bone marrow transplant donor, again for that fan girl which he stays in contact with.<br /><br />hide's death is a tragic accident.Guitarists often tie a band around their necks to relief the pain and aches usually part and parcel of their instrument of choice.<br /><br />He was dead-drunk and fell asleep while resting his head tied to a band on his door knob.<br /><br /><br />He leaves his fan with his world record of throwing a television set the furthest from any hotel room.<br /><br /><br />The brilliant guitarist also spells his name with a h instead of caps.<br />hide.<br /><br /><br />Toshi the bastard is in fact a genius with dreams of becoming a doctor.<br />He is mostly hated by the fans who blame him for leading the band into their prematurate separation.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />No one is interested in the rest.<br />I'm sorry if you are.<br />I say just surf the net or something...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809345-113857047738831815?l=nora-global.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ethannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809345.post-1137561079791035402006-01-18T13:08:00.000+08:002006-01-18T13:11:19.806+08:00Everyone?<br />Sisters and hommies.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />It took a little time, but I'm sure.<br />I've never been more definte with words.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I've met someone...<br />*Biggest smile all of you've ever seen*<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809345-113756107979103540?l=nora-global.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ethannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809345.post-1137401736860253512006-01-16T16:51:00.000+08:002006-01-16T16:55:36.880+08:00Was talking to my sister, she mentioned something I found ridiculously funny.<br /><br />As most may already know, my sister works in Citibank as a banker.<br />Apparently, due to the coming Chinese new year holiday, my sister's collegue was in charge of mailing 2 slots of red packets to each customer.<br /><br /><br />All was well till my sister received an urgent phone call.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The phone conversation consisted of a raving customer feeling very cheated that he recieved only 2, repeat. Only 2 red packets in his envelope.<br /><br />He wondered if it was a joke.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Lol.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809345-113740173686025351?l=nora-global.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ethannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809345.post-1137037668601647842006-01-12T11:38:00.000+08:002006-01-12T11:47:48.616+08:00Ah music...<br /><br /><br />You may never see this entry my friend, you may never even know who you are.<br /><br />Different?<br /><br />Maybe.<br />The casonva might work out, certainly not this man now.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Aren't we all silly, such trival matters...<br />Such trival..... matters.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Onlookers stare.<br />They sigh and pride themselves after shaking their heads at men's immaturity.<br /><br />Yet, they all cry in the same situation.<br />Yet they all do.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />So shut up, and for those that matter. Let's sing along...<br /><br />Sing along with me.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />When are you gonna come down<br />When are you going to land<br />I should have stayed on the farm, I should have listened to my old man<br />You know you can't hold me forever<br />I didn't sign up with you<br />I'm not a present for your friends to open<br />This boy's too young to be singing the blues<br /><br />So goodbye yellow brick road<br />Where the dogs of society howl<br />You can't plant me in your penthouse<br />I'm going back to my plough<br />Back to the howling old owl in the woods, hunting the horny back toad<br />Oh I've finally decided my future lies<br />Beyond the yellow brick road<br />What do you think you'll do then<br />I bet that'll shoot down your plane<br />It'll take you a couple of vodka and tonics<br />To set you on your feet again<br />Maybe you'll get a replacement<br />There's plenty like me to be found<br />Mongrels who ain't got a penny<br />Sniffing for tidbits like you on the ground<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Beyond the yellow brick road.....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809345-113703766860164784?l=nora-global.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ethannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809345.post-1136675299634138042006-01-08T07:07:00.000+08:002006-01-08T07:08:19.660+08:00Was wasted...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Dreams of a horse, 2 people saved from a cave and riding away into a glorious sunrise...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809345-113667529963413804?l=nora-global.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ethannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809345.post-1136392240380106152006-01-05T00:27:00.000+08:002006-01-05T00:30:40.506+08:00Kudos to 2005...<br /><br /><br />Got through a stempede.<br /><br />Kicked a friend.<br /><br />Almost drowned in foam.<br /><br /><br /><br />Memories and lost friends.<br />K.<br />R.<br />E.<br />Amongst others...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Leg still hurting from the fight.<br />Pc shutting down since the drop.<br /><br />Kenny boy won first prize in a competition.<br />Had fun dissing all the lamers watching the compy.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Shut up.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809345-113639224038010615?l=nora-global.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ethannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809345.post-1135439347525960242005-12-24T23:48:00.000+08:002005-12-24T23:49:07.536+08:00Merry Christmas, everyone...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809345-113543934752596024?l=nora-global.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ethannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809345.post-1135240232469605362005-12-22T16:16:00.000+08:002005-12-22T16:30:32.480+08:00I remember...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The women.<br /><br /><br /><br />Christmas.<br /><br /><br /><br />My lies.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />My gift of gab, literal talents.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The what ifs...<br />They hunt me still.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Time?<br />I wish there, it was a knob.<br />Click and turn, modify.<br /><br /><br />However... It isn't possible.<br />If it was so, would I?<br /><br /><br />There's what I want all of you to know.<br />I'm living.<br /><br /><br />No what ifs for any of us.<br />No more flashbacks.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Because.<br /><br /><br />I remember them always... All of you. Everyone.<br />I live with them all.<br />Finally...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I am able to forgive.<br />Forgive my past?<br />Forgive my wrongs?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />No.<br />What is it?<br />:)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Thank you all... For everything.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809345-113524023246960536?l=nora-global.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ethannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809345.post-1135197452649968872005-12-22T04:32:00.000+08:002005-12-22T04:37:32.666+08:00If my love is blind<br /><br />Crucify my love...<br /><br />If it sets me free, never know<br />Never trust that love should see a color<br /><br />Crucify my love...<br /><br />If it should be that way<br /><br /><br />Swing the heartache<br />Feel it inside out<br /><br />When the wind cries...<br /><br /><br />I'll say good bye<br />Tried to learn, tried to find<br /><br /><br />To reach out for eternity<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Where's the answer?<br />Is this forever?<br /><br /><br />Like a river flowing to the sea<br />You'll be miles away and I will know<br />I know i can deal with the pain<br />No reason to cry<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Crucify my love<br /><br /><br />Till the loneliness shadows the sky<br />I'll be sailing down and I will know<br /><br /><br />I know I can clear clouds away<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Oh is it a crime to love?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Crucify my love...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809345-113519745264996887?l=nora-global.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ethannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809345.post-1135183119586431042005-12-22T00:34:00.000+08:002005-12-22T00:38:39.600+08:00Sorry but I am in a blank slate of late.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Anyway, GET OWNED WORLD!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />MY COMPUTER IS FINALLY FIXED AND ON FULL POWER AND FULL SETTINGS.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />GET READY TO BE OWNED BY THE KING!<br />GONE ARE THE DAYS I WAS LIMITED BY COMPUTING POWER.<br />DESTROY!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809345-113518311958643104?l=nora-global.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ethannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809345.post-1135043134797354312005-12-20T09:40:00.000+08:002005-12-20T09:45:34.810+08:00Well...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />It seems to be a few nights since the last post.<br />All right all right, I know. Stop with the cursing in msn and tag.<br /><br /><br /><br />Let's start off with some light topics eh?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />My internet's been giving lots of probs lately.<br />Aaron hasn't been able to coonect among other stuff. Those close to me know this internet thingy has been going on for a long time.<br />To add salt to the wounds, the assistant manager was really...<br /><br /><br />Damn, Nick's calling for a game. Updates will be done by today.<br />I promise.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Er, maybe I'll change that to I'll try my best.<br />*Runs from the insults and pots and pans*<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809345-113504313479735431?l=nora-global.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ethannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809345.post-1134784079822765562005-12-17T09:47:00.000+08:002005-12-17T09:47:59.833+08:00Updates tonight, hold for it.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809345-113478407982276556?l=nora-global.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ethannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809345.post-1134429341939845692005-12-13T07:14:00.000+08:002005-12-13T07:15:41.953+08:00Awegfrepre v.....<br />vbvbbb..??<br /><br /><br />sfdvbnnnnnn??<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />hahahahahahahaha.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />sdtyghnbnbnn?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />shh, drunk.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809345-113442934193984569?l=nora-global.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ethannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809345.post-1133946382887093572005-12-07T16:59:00.000+08:002005-12-07T17:06:23.020+08:00Seem to have an affinty with cars of late.<br />Almost killed myself running past a carpark some time back.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Not to mention my dad's and Nick's car.<br /><br /><br /><br />Battle Realms.<br />Dota.<br />Warcraft.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Beer.<br />Pool.<br />Cinema.<br /><br />Sums it up I suppose.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Read a few good books.<br />Tuesday with M and the 5 people you meet in Heaven.<br />Insightful?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />A pure delight.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Just caught a show on the box, "Trading Spouses".<br /><br />We should try that just for fun fellas, cept I think the only thoughts the boys will have are...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I'll leave that to your imagination. Ha!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809345-113394638288709357?l=nora-global.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ethannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809345.post-1133412544290081302005-12-01T12:47:00.000+08:002005-12-01T12:49:04.346+08:00Tonight 6p.m.<br />Helping a friend to take Ippt.<br /><br /><br /><br />It's been like 10 000 years since I last did it.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />*Curse and swear*<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809345-113341254429008130?l=nora-global.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ethannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809345.post-1133410970609432072005-12-01T12:19:00.001+08:002005-12-01T14:03:27.716+08:00I hurt my eyes a bit this morning.<br /><br /><br /><br />Had thought I'll just look out of my window for a bit when I woke.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Apparently, the sun's glare sort of rubbed off on the wrong side of me.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Anyway, the doctor said things should be fine just that I need to pay more attention to my surrondings for a while.<br />They are all white and blurry. Ha!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809345-113341097060943207?l=nora-global.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ethannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809345.post-1133355932703353992005-11-30T21:04:00.000+08:002005-11-30T21:05:32.750+08:00Are you still waiting, she asked.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I smiled...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I lied.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809345-113335593270335399?l=nora-global.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ethannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809345.post-1133329856377586042005-11-30T13:29:00.000+08:002005-11-30T13:50:56.450+08:00Yeah...<br /><br /><br /><br />I know.<br />A blank slate.<br /><br />Writer's block?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Maybe, maybe not.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Wonderful people.<br />Marcus and Alegna the couple.<br />One's my lover with the hilarious one-liners while the other a sister, confidate and if I say more, the world's gonna turn green. I love you lady, it's just too bad I am gay.<br /><br />Marcus you sweet, you charming son of a bitch.<br />Marry me.<br /><br /><br /><br />Sheryl and Ivan, her brother Rudy.<br />separated by a door, they do everything together.<br />Who's the boyfriend? Ivan or Rudy?<br />She will laugh at this point, mighty adorable.<br /><br />They got cats.<br />3 of them, nuff said.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Uncle Dennis, Puddy, Nicky and Cong.<br />3 Married men, 1 the sweetest darling whom never seems to come on time.<br />3 with Kids.<br />3 with Jobs a stone throw vice-versa.<br /><br /><br /><br />My shamans?<br />I left out one.<br /><br />Joven.<br />Joven...<br />Joven...<br /><br />A raving lunatic but I love you too.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The block's here again.<br />I put my pen down.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Last but not least, to the greatest, the coolest...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />No it's not you bro, who else could it be but me.<br />None other than me.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />You hear a tinkle of a laugh.<br />Cheers mate.<br />For the past few months and the years still to go.<br />Don't quit on me old pal, I've gotta see your saggy tits and our rasping breath as we die from cancer.<br /><br /><br />Everyone?<br />Call my bro your King!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809345-113332985637758604?l=nora-global.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ethannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809345.post-1132614020251258662005-11-22T06:53:00.000+08:002005-11-22T07:00:20.266+08:00Black and white.<br /><br /><br />Starts up, clicks.<br /><br /><br />Projection...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />He watches the play back.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Smoke rings, he reminisces.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Thank you Angie.<br />I am back, my friends.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809345-113261402025125866?l=nora-global.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ethannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809345.post-1131350528945693412005-11-07T16:01:00.000+08:002005-11-07T16:02:08.956+08:00Your arrival was my best birthday gift...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809345-113135052894569341?l=nora-global.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ethannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809345.post-1130634953504228372005-10-30T09:15:00.000+08:002005-10-30T09:15:53.570+08:00All I ever wanted.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Yet, what should I do...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809345-113063495350422837?l=nora-global.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ethannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809345.post-1130271131144590862005-10-26T04:06:00.000+08:002005-10-26T04:12:11.156+08:00A face without memories...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />A song we both hear.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Unknowingly bonded.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Come what may...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809345-113027113114459086?l=nora-global.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ethannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809345.post-1130014438241083632005-10-23T04:51:00.000+08:002005-10-23T04:53:58.246+08:00Thank you for loving me...<br /><br /><br />Nothing changes even now that you know I am straight.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Smile, please do...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809345-113001443824108363?l=nora-global.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ethannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809345.post-1129846016557077362005-10-21T06:04:00.000+08:002005-10-21T06:06:56.563+08:00Shambles...<br /><br />Anger.<br />Violence...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Leave me alone.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809345-112984601655707736?l=nora-global.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ethannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809345.post-1129029387301715982005-10-11T19:10:00.000+08:002005-10-11T19:16:27.306+08:00You're irritating and full of shit you know that?<br />It will always be a part of you I suppose.<br /><br /><br />What's this rubbish about I shouldn't have?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Started World Of Warcraft, if you're finally able to bite down on that oversized-ego.<br />You know where to find me.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809345-112902938730171598?l=nora-global.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ethannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809345.post-1128553805291512532005-10-06T07:08:00.000+08:002005-10-06T07:10:05.300+08:00Bonds?<br />How ugly...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Twisting Nethers, Alysea.<br />Mage.<br /><br />Give me a message my friends if you're intersted.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809345-112855380529151253?l=nora-global.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ethannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809345.post-1127685960384218472005-09-26T06:01:00.000+08:002005-09-26T06:06:00.390+08:00Supper as always.<br />Lost in translation.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Took an hour to get to Ec Park.<br />Almost crashed Boo's Auto.<br /><br /><br /><br />Nick's cell phone ruined due to Boo's cup in car aka Takumi in Initial D.<br />Third restart in World Of Warcraft.<br />Sickening...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Pump it up.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809345-112768596038421847?l=nora-global.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ethannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809345.post-1127465301584034132005-09-23T16:35:00.000+08:002005-09-23T16:48:22.243+08:00I know, I know.<br /><br /><br />Here's the latest.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />My mind lost in pixels and byte fragments.<br />Staggered.<br />Dusk till dawn.<br /><br /><br />Tis' where I hide, a forceful imprint.<br /><br />One of my best mates knows me well.<br />"Get out more lad, quit staying hermit."<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Took the advise.<br />Shaved and dolled myself up, missed that...<br /><br /><br />With another of my best mate, Club Momo here I come.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Wonderful peeps.<br />Jealous of you sister.<br />Kudos to you, Joel, Kelvin, Weishen, Germaine and more. Hope the names are right.<br />Liwen, Isabel, Huixin, Karen and another handful of peeps, lovely.<br /><br /><br /><br />Just so Nicholas Yeo can't use this on me, I got slapped.<br />Real hard I might add.<br />In a spilt second, memories dormant raised.<br /><br /><br /><br />Second time in my life.<br />First was a really bad memory and one which I didn't deserve.<br />Second?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Dramatic event.<br />That poor girl.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Sum it up?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />All in all, great fun.<br />You're right bro, listening to that advice.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809345-112746530158403413?l=nora-global.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ethannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809345.post-1127241431204270712005-09-21T02:34:00.000+08:002005-09-21T02:37:11.210+08:00Full of smiles.<br /><br /><br /><br />Laughter.<br /><br /><br /><br />Met someone...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809345-112724143120427071?l=nora-global.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ethannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809345.post-1126675365182044582005-09-14T13:14:00.000+08:002005-09-14T13:22:45.186+08:00In a blur it sped by.<br /><br /><br />Success.<br />Smd's and matches coupled with night-outings and laughs.<br /><br />My hommies? Drunk, sick and horny.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Met them.<br />Hidden thoughts surfaced. Am I ever on her mind?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Fair share of attention garnered.<br />Hollowed however, only a vacum devoid of emotions.<br /><br /><br />My Hime, Tenjou T and of late I.D.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Speed on by...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809345-112667536518204458?l=nora-global.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ethannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809345.post-1126325674536868552005-09-10T11:22:00.000+08:002005-09-10T12:24:23.806+08:00Kevin, how dare you.<br /><br />I thought you had more than this person I now see before me.<br /><br /><br /><br />Both you and Esther...<br />You both...........<br /><br /><br /><a name="112607042073003124"></a>An extract, from your blog.<br /><br /><em>My friends have undone me, no not you guys, my other friends, those who speak more with her. msgs and all that set it in motion. thanks for all that shit. this is why i can never mix my friends together. its different and you guys will never understand how we think. you will never know what its like to have seen the sky, kiss it and revel in its glory. i will never mix you 2 again. and also its time i left for a while, i need to fly solo for a bit. we'll talk again someday just like we always do. and no im not pissed. just tired of it all. till then.</em><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Your other friends?<br /><br />I throughly enjoyed such a classification.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />All that set it in motion?<br /><br />You have always been pathetic and too egoistical to admit it was your fault.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />This is why you can never mix your friends together?<br /><br />You be careful there.<br />If you have to know the truth, let me spit it out to you in your face.<br />It's fear isn't it?<br />I know. I am familiar with this emotion.<br />I used to be a pack of lies myself.<br />I don't have to go into detail, you're smart. You know what I mean.<br />Furthermore, don't make me shame you more than its necessary.<br /><br /><strong>Don't you dare repeat that sentence.<br />Don't you even let me see you if you dare.<br />Don't you fucking dare insult them. </strong><br /><strong>NO MATTER HOW DIFFERENT EVERYONE IS, DONT YOU FUCKING DARE DO THIS BEFORE ME. </strong><br />There are times I disagree with Nicholas, disagree with just about anyone. But... So what?<br />You better think twice before doing this.<br /><br />You know, I would guard you as fiercely as this before.<br />By the way, how dare you be as ungrateful as to even pin-point me.<br />If you had any idea what I've been doing for you...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Its different and you guys will never understand how we think. you will never know what its like to have seen the sky, kiss it and revel in its glory?<br /><br /><br />Really Kevin?<br />Really?<br /><br />So what if there are things Nicholas and the others don't know. So what about any other thing which makes you feel superior.<br /><br />I have one word and please read it this way.<br />With utmost disgust and a smile. You know I am mocking you.<br /><br />Here it goes:<br /><strong>Really?</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br />You said: " I will never mix you 2 again."<br /><br />Of course, as long as you have things to hide...<br />You would never be able to mix the truth with a lie. Don't you think so?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />You need to fly solo awhile?<br /><br /><br />What a whiner you are. Go run off and hide your shame. Go on.<br /><br />Like I said, you're a smart man. You would see what other's may not.<br /><br />Be thankful.<br />Be thankful you can't look at me, you will never be able to forget what you would see residing within my eyes. Believe me.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Wake up Kevin.<br />You're a dreamer and a liar.<br /><br /><br /><br />Unexpected?<br />Surprised even?<br /><br />I would be myself if a fortune teller told me it would come to this end.<br />I have never been one to do something like this, you know it.<br /><br />For me to have reached this extent...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />And you Esther.<br />This won't change, I said this once. I"ll say it again.<br /><br />Out of all my girl friends, you're an exception.<br />The kindest, nicest and most honest and sincere lady I've ever met.<br /><br />However, you are a fool!<br /><br /><strong>Look at all that is going on.<br />I warned you! I warned you back then!<br /><br /></strong>You're perceptive.<br />I don't have to say anything, you should know how I feel about all of this.<br />Even if I wanted to say it.<br /><br /><br /><br />I don't think I can find the right words...<br /><br /><br />Anyway, you helped solve my last piece of the puzzle.<br />Looking at you now, I realise how I am seen by the rest of late.<br /><br />I see myself so clearly now.<br /><br />To think I could be reduced to such a sorry state.<br />However, thanks to you, I no longer will be.<br /><br /><br /><br />What about you Esther.<br />What about you?<br /><br />You're free to feel anyway about me the both of you, if you think I am cocky for doing this. So be it.<br />I have finally found my way.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Someone once sent me this words and I was stupid enough to feel proud of it.<br /><br /><br /><br />The kindest fool is simply just, still a fool...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I am not saying we should be bastards, I for one will never return to my old ways.<br />You're perceptive, you will know what I mean.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />You would cry, when you read this.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I know...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />To be honest, it hurts me alot to do so.<br />However, because I was <strong>such a fool...</strong><br /><br />Because I didn't want to hurt your feelings which were already so fragile.<br />Because.... Because.<br /><br /><br /><br />Now?<br />Lost...<br /><br />The man I thought I knew.<br /><br />Bonds shattered.<br /><br />Dota.<br /><br />Nicholas.<br /><br />Everyone.<br /><br /><br />Look at what the both of you... Have done.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />For a while, I won't want to see either of you.<br />I believe the feeling would be mutual.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809345-112632567453686855?l=nora-global.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ethannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809345.post-1126231306791628182005-09-09T09:59:00.000+08:002005-09-09T10:01:46.796+08:00Proud.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />It was an honour to be acknowledged by my hommies for my strats and skills.<br />However...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Nothing beats admiration and thumbs up from the local Dota community.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809345-112623130679162818?l=nora-global.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ethannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809345.post-1126222009256849382005-09-09T07:22:00.000+08:002005-09-09T07:26:49.260+08:00Gabriel and Larry was pure talent.<br />Driving skills were top notch.<br /><br />Laughter was definte with my old buddy Hwa around.<br /><br /><br />He's honestly one of the funniest people I have ever met in my life and I thought I had a good sense of humour.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />He could talk circles around me.<br />By the way, I am gay.<br />Don't bother me.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809345-112622200925684938?l=nora-global.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ethannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809345.post-1126022871036626262005-09-07T00:07:00.000+08:002005-09-07T00:07:51.043+08:00It's been a while...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Empty.<br /><br /><br /><br />I can't fill in this entry.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809345-112602287103662626?l=nora-global.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ethannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809345.post-1125438928065072722005-08-31T05:53:00.000+08:002005-08-31T05:55:28.070+08:00Nothing's more important now.<br /><br /><br />Dad hurt himself badly at work.<br />He's returning tonight due to his injuries.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />He sounded like he was in great pain....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809345-112543892806507272?l=nora-global.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ethannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809345.post-1125427326379913782005-08-31T01:50:00.000+08:002005-08-31T02:42:06.420+08:00Sitting here...<br /><br /><br /><br />I see something.<br />I don't know how.<br /><br />There was a man.<br />He was hopelessly in love.<br /><br />She was wonderful, put simply. Everything.<br /><br /><br />No matter what happened, it was always the same.<br />Questions he could never bring himself to ask.<br />Assumptions he could not bring himself to confirm.<br /><br />He just wanted to stand by her, to never question her ideals.<br />To never fall back on his support.<br />To do the right things, to be the perfect man.<br />Taking everything in his stride.<br /><br />He never dreamed...<br />Of burdening her with life's work.<br />He never wanted...<br />To share or unload even a little of life's burden upon his shoulders.<br /><br /><br />He often wondered...<br />What was truely his place within her.<br />He often dreamed...<br />A life together for eternity.<br />He often wanted...<br />To tell her how much she completed him, how much her presence brought him peace despite anything he had to go through.<br /><br />This man?<br />He wondered many things.<br /><br />Was she ever truely his?<br />Could he keep smiling despite this gnawing pain? This hollowness he felt within.<br /><br /><br />In a way, he thought her smile was enough.<br />Somehow, it could only numb...<br />That loneliness he refused point blank to acknowledge.<br /> It claws reined in by chains, kept in check.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Finally, the carnage raising in his head got the better of him.<br />He knew...<br />Thought he should leave.<br />He finally tried to say something, but.<br /><br /><br /><br />He couldn't bear to.<br />Half heartedly, he couldn't get straight to the point.<br /><br />In a way, he got an answer.<br />An assurance. An assurance of his importance and her feelings.<br />It happened on Sunday.<br /><br /><br />He knew still... He knew.<br />Though she said nothing, told nothing.<br />It nagged at him but he shut it out.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Alone now, I look at him.<br />The man? He's smiling.<br />His eyes, they look so sad...<br />We speak, barest of a whisper...<br /><br />"I love her, nothing else matters. If I could turn back the time, if I could turn back the time...... No, I would not dream of changing it."<br /><br /><br />He stands and leaves.<br />Hands in his pockets, a wind chilling to the bones.<br />Dramatic.<br /><br />I light my cigarette.<br />He follows suit.<br />I can't take my eyes of him, underneath that smile...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I see the tears.<br />An endless rain.<br />Crucify my love...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809345-112542732637991378?l=nora-global.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ethannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809345.post-1125172143004423782005-08-28T03:45:00.000+08:002005-08-28T03:49:03.006+08:00Jerk the strings.<br /><br /><br /><br />Play the song.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />A hollow clicking ensues...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Nothing.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Lifeless.<br />The puppet dances.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809345-112517214300442378?l=nora-global.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ethannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809345.post-1125037825161312042005-08-26T14:23:00.000+08:002005-08-26T15:31:54.496+08:00I picked her up and my heart tore into a million pieces.<br /><br /><br />The pain was excruciating.<br /><br /><br /><br />I spoke to her as always and hoped everything could be fine.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Gave her a warm gentle bath to revive her.<br />Tried to feed her some sugar syrup to energize her.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I was too late...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />This sounds lame, but <strong>fuck you</strong> if you think it is.<br />It seemed to be waiting for me.<br />It revived enough to look at me with those eyes as she always does.<br />Mewing softly while staring at my eyes whenever I sang to her.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />She left me looking seemingly contented with her eyes open. Cried.<br />I love her...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809345-112503782516131204?l=nora-global.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ethannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809345.post-1124984862866421062005-08-25T23:44:00.000+08:002005-08-25T23:47:42.873+08:00Cold...<br /><br /><br />I've missed my stop.<br /><br /><br />So cold...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />What is this?<br />Fuzzy.<br />Warm.<br /><br /><br /><br />Chong and the others, they are so worried.<br />I couldn't really tell them anything.<br />Is it me or they won't understand?<br />I should stop.<br /><br /><br />Knowing only a little.<br />Showing so much concern.<br /><br /><br />Chong espacially.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Touched.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I could cry...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809345-112498486286642106?l=nora-global.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ethannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809345.post-1124879500309589242005-08-24T18:30:00.000+08:002005-08-24T18:31:40.310+08:00Did I mentioned she woke up again after that big breakfast and mewed for scrambled eggs?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Women!<br />Adorable...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809345-112487950030958924?l=nora-global.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ethannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809345.post-1124879402545327122005-08-24T18:18:00.000+08:002005-08-24T18:30:02.553+08:00Caught The Land Of The Dead with her last night.<br /><br />Blood.<br />Gore.<br /><br /><br />Ridiculous and absurd.<br /><br /><br /><br />Nevertheless, it was entertaining.<br />Passable possibly only because of her company...<br /><br />An early breakfast of MickeyD's.<br />Ichigo 100% with strawberry panties and the works.<br />Laughter shared.<br />She's beautiful...<br /><br /><br />Words unspoken as there was no such need.<br />Snuggling up to each other before we crashed for the night.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Sneak glances at her while she slept.<br />Watching her smile in her sleep.<br />Describe this feeling?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />With words, I just have to say it's impossible...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809345-112487940254532712?l=nora-global.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ethannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809345.post-1124604251413619562005-08-21T14:03:00.000+08:002005-08-21T16:08:36.436+08:00Overwhelmed.<br /><br /><br /><br />Memories overload.<br />Too much, too fast.<br /><br /><br />Driving Nicholas Yeo's van with Chong.<br />Plans to finalise.<br />My sisters.<br />Friends.<br />Smd.<br />Derek.<br />Her.<br />Burdened and burdens.<br /><br /><br />A constant buzz.<br />Albeit like a standstill within the eye of a storm.<br />Maximum carnage... Light flares.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />He blinks.<br /><br /><br />He blinks...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />SCREAM.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809345-112460425141361956?l=nora-global.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ethannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809345.post-1124350700029227882005-08-18T15:23:00.000+08:002005-08-18T15:38:20.036+08:00This entry is for you.<br /><br /><br />You know who you are.<br />You're truely are a blessing of a friend.<br /><br /><br />Quietly, never leaving a trace. You remain somewhere near me.<br />Reading up when no one is around, checking if I've made an entry espacially at night.<br /><br /><br /><br />You know me all to well.<br />Your words on your recent entry really touched me.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />What I owe you, I will never be able to repay in this life.<br />I know...<br />Our friendship is special, you would never want me to say that.<br /><br /><br />However, it's the truth.<br />You made me.<br />Who I am now, it would never happen without your love, pain and courage to take it all within you.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />However, I have to differ on that thought of yours.<br />You know I would want to be there for you always as a friend too. Please don't think otherwise.<br /><br /><br /><br />You are right, it's not easy doing this.<br />Yet, it's all worth it.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I am happy...<br />Furthermore, I <strong>used </strong>to be alone.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I am not anymore.<br />I have her.<br />My life is beautiful... Thank you Emily.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809345-112435070002922788?l=nora-global.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ethannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809345.post-1123831522238043332005-08-12T15:23:00.000+08:002005-08-12T15:25:22.243+08:00I"ll miss you...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809345-112383152223804333?l=nora-global.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ethannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809345.post-1123586736265083582005-08-09T19:23:00.000+08:002005-08-09T19:25:36.270+08:00I know where you hide alone in your car<br />Know all of the things that make you who you are<br />I know that goodbye means nothing at all<br />Comes back and begs me to catch her everytime she falls Yeah<br />Tap on my window knock on my door I want to make you feel beautiful<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I don't mind spending everyday<br />Out on your corner in the pouring rain<br />Look for the girl with the broken smile<br />Ask her if she wants to stay awhile<br />And she will be loved.....<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />She will be loved.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809345-112358673626508358?l=nora-global.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ethannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809345.post-1123368558109337992005-08-07T06:36:00.000+08:002005-08-07T06:49:18.116+08:00A few days back, you asked me a question.<br /><br />We have both changed...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I used to be a lie.<br /><br /><br /><br />Now?<br />So what if we are fools?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />You complete me...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The guy up there loves his jokes.<br />Yet, I owe you one though you're an ass.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Everything thus far was worth it.<br />There is a happy ending.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Shang bro, you have to meet her.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Thank you for loving me... You're beautiful.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809345-112336855810933799?l=nora-global.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ethannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809345.post-1123321282109326332005-08-06T17:31:00.000+08:002005-08-06T17:41:22.116+08:00Tired.<br /><br />Distant and keeping things to myself.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Anyway...<br />Have a real chance to persue a closet love with help from one of my best friends.<br /><br /><br /><br />Dropping a few hobbies to persue it seriously.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Don't ask, it's my secret.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809345-112332128210932633?l=nora-global.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ethannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809345.post-1123146578409310302005-08-04T16:42:00.000+08:002005-08-04T17:09:38.413+08:00Looking at the little thing sleeping on my lap now, it's hard to connect the meyhem it is able of causing.<br /><br />A friend was silly enough to handle a litter of kittens only days old from it's mother.<br />Rejected, the kittens had to be left to fend for itselves.<br /><br />I"ll admit I wasn't pleased to hear of his ignorance.<br /><br /><br />The little felines aren't even supposed to leave their mother's side at least for a month.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Right now?<br />My friend dumped a blind and palm size little kitten on me for help.<br />Young and lonely, it demanded attention or it would mew pathetically tearing at my heart-strings.<br /><br /><br /><br />It never leaves my side now. I hardly slept a wink in case I accidentally crush it.<br />It didn't help that it enjoyed exploring every nook and crevice of my body and bed.<br />However, it really is quite an affectionate and adorable little darling minus the distress it causes.<br /><br /><br /><br />On another note, spent time with a close friend last night.<br />Amazing how something as wonderful as love could cause so much pain to those around me.<br /><br /><br />Songs sung, jokes and laughter shared.<br />Friends who know each other without a need to share a word.<br /><br />Well, he's got me addicted to David Tao and a number of other artistes.<br />He's really quite the singer and have I mentioned a gift for wonderful compostions?<br /><br /><br /><br />Damn him. It's unfair.<br />Heh.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I wonder what the kitten feels about being a passive smoker.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809345-112314657840931030?l=nora-global.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ethannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809345.post-1122987318375785562005-08-02T20:47:00.000+08:002005-08-02T20:55:18.380+08:00Looked up on my kid brother's blog.<br /><br /><br /><br />Came upon an entry that made me really smile.<br />The following is an extract.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />[-SS-^Shermain^-h3x-]<br />Named "Sniper Legend" by many; a nick that instilled fear a long time ago. A former WatcherZug whom many believed had the ability to pit against the other legend, Bloodberry.Was training yesterdae when this guy appeared in our server. He goes by the name serrentino, a senoir player who is in sgdod. He recognise the familiar faces and sprouted abt the past. mentioned abt me and the ghost ss era, when i was pretty much known as ahem, a legend. He notice a diff in my gameplay, climbing with retarding pace.... Made me wonder... those daes were really great =P. I mean, those were the daes where i could slack my ass off at home and spend time on inefficient things like gaming. Now, times had changed and i no longer would wanna commit myself to gaming (All grown up alredy ma.) Its more like a distressing tool nowadays. I'm no longer those hardcore players like kazuya from cs or duckie form wc3, just a pure ordinary player =). But hehe its a good experience to once lived as a legend. A legend A legend A legend A legend I'm A LEGEND w0oh0o0o. ok this entry is so damn lame.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Well, It's really true.<br />I've seen him play myself. My mouse pad? My 100 doller mouse?He won them fair and square at first place in numerous tournaments.<br />Besides, he's also won countless medals for sports and rugby. His mug even got posted on the papers.<br />Tall, dark and strapping. Quite a great looker with an intersting sense of humour.<br />He's single.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Ladie's anyone?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809345-112298731837578556?l=nora-global.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ethannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809345.post-1122893141922700472005-08-01T18:38:00.000+08:002005-08-01T18:45:41.926+08:00My mind wonders as I puffed smoke clouds into the air.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />It has been nearly a month so far.<br /><br />What should I be doing? How should I address these issues.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />All I know is, I find myself constantly disappointed with this ugliness I see all around me.<br />Maybe I will do a "try and take over the world" formulae just like the movies.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809345-112289314192270047?l=nora-global.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ethannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809345.post-1122821785836264882005-07-31T22:50:00.000+08:002005-07-31T22:56:25.840+08:00Woke up with a hangover.<br /><br /><br /><br />Remnants of my memories lingers from the past night.<br /><br /><br /><br />The last thing I remembered was reaching home.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Was alone.<br />I have been distant... Haven't I my friends?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />She looked so sad last night...<br />A chance glance at the mirror.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Should I smile?<br />I"ll try...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809345-112282178583626488?l=nora-global.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ethannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809345.post-1122754330029455982005-07-31T04:09:00.000+08:002005-07-31T04:12:10.033+08:00A need?<br />Solace?<br /><br /><br />Hardly but I am trying...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I am sorry...<br />I can't fill in this entry.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809345-112275433002945598?l=nora-global.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ethannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809345.post-1122461026102580432005-07-27T18:28:00.000+08:002005-07-27T18:43:46.106+08:00Took a walk in the heartlands.<br />Suits me...<br />Faces and places.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Sped up, flashed by.<br />Seemingly bound by an endless railway.<br /><br /><br />Destination...<br /><br /><br />Destination?<br /><br /><br /><br />A continous buzzing.<br />Momentarily stops to say hi to a number of aquaintences.<br /><br /><br /><br />An irate pounding in my head. Quite ear-spiltting, really.<br /><br /><br /><br />Unable to stop, I have tried.<br />Something I can't get out of my mind.<br />I hope I am wrong.<br />I cannot afford to be correct.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />She needs him.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Caught a movie alone.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Infinte issues raised, a few vague answers of varying degrees.<br />Concepts addressed were intersting and pretty much room left for thought.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The Island, it's rather good.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809345-112246102610258043?l=nora-global.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ethannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809345.post-1122106604934909712005-07-23T16:09:00.000+08:002005-07-23T16:18:52.026+08:00Ecstatic.<br />Overwhelmed.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />A rhythm in my head that I can't seem to get out off.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />There! Tapping my foot to a song only I hear.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Reminiscing...<br />The highest of highs and the lowest of lows.<br />All in just a few hours.<br /><br /><br />She knows what I mean. Don't you?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I"ll also take back what I mentioned in an earlier post about people like my best friend needing to be shot, cut and murdered.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I am back at the highest of highs. Anyone, dance with me.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809345-112210660493490971?l=nora-global.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ethannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809345.post-1121961007811857172005-07-21T21:56:00.001+08:002005-07-21T23:55:31.206+08:00For once, I shall be more upfront in my writings.<br /><br /><br />I am not a fool.<br />I am tired of this endless pity.<br /><br /><br /><br />Let me stress this once more.<br />However, I emphasis that it's not egoistical or self importance on my part.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Almost all of you are nothing.<br />Even what I have realised is imcomparable with millions.<br /><br /><br />Only a glimpse...<br />I felt it, I can now imagine and even feel it.<br />Amplifying it thousands of times and know that it still doesn't come close.<br /><br />But, I can say I am the same. Only sheer infinte luck.<br />Compare this luck with our lifespan and the globe.<br /><br />Could some of you say the same things *<strong><em>truthfully</em></strong>?<br />What I have seen so far?<br /><br />People.<br />In general?<br /><br />Easy opinions and importance, simply to laugh at others and feel a certain self dignified worth .<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Superiority and self inflicted wisdom.<br />"Oh I have led such a difficult and hard life. I have grown wise beyond my years and so mature for my age. Only those I choose are either on a par with me or nearly there. The rest are merely banes of society and a waste of precious resource."<br /><br />Pardon my honesty.<br /><br /><br />Matters so trivial.<br />For reasons only for yourselves.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong>Pride</strong>. An excessive belief in one's own abilities, that interferes with the individual's purpose in life. The sin from which all others arise. Simply put, vanity.<br /><br /><br /><strong>Envy.</strong> A desire for others' traits, status, abilities, or situation.<br /><br /><br /><strong>Gluttony. A</strong>n inordinate desire to consume more than that which one requires.<br /><br /><br /><strong>Lust. </strong>An inordinate craving for the pleasures of the body.<br /><br /><br /><strong></strong><strong>Anger.</strong> Manifested in the individual who spurns love and opts instead for fury. It is also known as Wrath.<br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Greed. </strong>The desire for material wealth or gain, ignoring the realm of the spiritual. It is also called Avarice or Covetousness.<br /><strong></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Sloth</strong> Simply the avoidance of physical or spiritual work<br /><br />What I believe?<br />They manifest themselves in contemporary society and in our individual lives. Whether or not one is religious in orientation the understanding that sin is a summons to life.<br /><br />Human psychology must incorporate moral philosophy which is near impossible sadly if it is to effectively address the emotional problems faced by modern men and women.<br />Be honest, answer yourselves.<br /><br />The fundaments we address to crucial personal and social questions.<br /><br /><br />I am not even close to being human, much less have the audacity to think myself a saint which is probably an opinion some must have formed by now.<br />I would do the same in the past.<br /><br /><br /><br />Those who know me, look at the outcome.<br />Such conceit!<br />Where it led.<br /><br />But I try now...<br /><br />No! I have done it no matter how far from the actual.<br />I am doing my best!<br /><br /><br />Finally, my opinion?<br />The concept of sin can still serve to unlock the mystery of existence.<br />Realization.<br /><br />The hardest of all, acceptance.<br /><br /><br /><br />I know... I do know.<br />I used to be one of the ugliest of men.<br />Blessed.<br />I realised that and began to abuse it.<br />I manipulated, I charmed. Doing small "good deeds" to hide my shame and guilt subconsiously.<br /><br /><br /><br />Please, everything I have said only means one thing.<br />We can all do this, even though it's something impossible to correct.<br />So what?<br />We can try.<br /><br /><br />I know what some of you think.<br />I can understand if you beg to differ or interfere.<br />Please, you are free to your own beliefs and purpose in life of course.<br />I am not seeking respect and have never thought of myself as worthy to lead as an example.<br /><br />I learnt my lesson, in ways I fear to remember even now.<br />I lost everything. Everything...<br /><br /><br /><br />I humbly hope some of you can give it some thought.<br />I only hope I might be able to remind.<br />To bring out what I am sure everyone knows but buries out of sight.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Can you see it?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />It's digusting isn't it?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The most important bonds?<br />They are the simplest.<br /><br /><br />Once, I never understood that.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809345-112196100781185717?l=nora-global.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ethannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809345.post-1121853583828987432005-07-20T17:56:00.000+08:002005-07-20T18:04:47.490+08:00Was looking at Yuting's blog earlier.<br />Noticed a quiz and one thing led to another.<br /><br />Anyway, why am I King of the world?<br />Simple, because I am a genius.<br /><br /><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"><tbody><tr><td align="middle" style="color:#fff774;"><span style="font-size:0;"><b>Your IQ Is 110</b></span></td></tr><tr><td bgcolor="#fffcca"><center><img src="<a" href="" />http://www.quizdiva.net/iq/iq.gif"> <center></center><font<>%20color="#000000">Your Logical Intelligence is <b>Above Average</b>Your Verbal Intelligence is <b>Genius</b>Your Mathematical Intelligence is <b>Average</b>Your General Knowledge is <b>Exceptional</b></span></center></td></tr></tbody></table><div align="center"></a></div><div align="center"><a href="<a">Quick and Dirty IQ Test</a></div><br /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809345-112185358382898743?l=nora-global.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ethannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809345.post-1121850560495134602005-07-20T17:05:00.000+08:002005-07-20T17:09:20.500+08:00Singaporeans...<br />Current events leaves little to desire for.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Been hooked on a new game.<br />Haven't even really slept enough. It's that good.<br />Join me?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Guild Wars.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809345-112185056049513460?l=nora-global.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ethannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809345.post-1121645639356668962005-07-18T08:13:00.000+08:002005-07-18T08:23:54.633+08:00I have finished the book.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />As usual a delightful read.<br />Dark however and too depressing this time round.<br />I can't believe Rowling killed him.<br />He's dead.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Harry Potter And the Half Blood Prince.<br /><br /><br /><br />Lastly, my best friend has now fallen head over heels in love with a woman causing him to utilize certain fonts in Msn with many hearts. People like him should be shot, cut down and murdered.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809345-112164563935666896?l=nora-global.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ethannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809345.post-1121547821976457642005-07-17T04:58:00.000+08:002005-07-17T05:03:41.980+08:00My mind is clearer.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Certain worries and problems were settled because of my best friend, just like that.<br />Thank you, only he knows the shit I have to go through lately...<br /><br /><br />Though I haven't really been saying much.<br /><br /><br />Had a great but weary night.<br />Was running all over the place half the time.<br /><br /><br />However, it was great.<br />My friend was really estactic doing some of the things he had waited so long for.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />It really brought a smile to my face.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809345-112154782197645764?l=nora-global.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ethannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809345.post-1121406375272122052005-07-15T13:38:00.000+08:002005-07-15T13:46:15.276+08:00Just an update.<br />My best friend has finally recieved his Bond.<br />26 000 dollers in total.<br /><br />To prevent the world from hounding him and transforming into his new best buddy, I shall withhold his name from this entry.<br />For those in the dark, he signed on to the Singapore Armed Forces as a Military Police Officer a while back.<br />He deserves this little bit of happiness more than anyone I know.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />He sounded really cute I might add. "Shaowei! I got my bond!"<br />Adorable.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809345-112140637527212205?l=nora-global.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ethannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809345.post-1121385311274592312005-07-15T07:27:00.000+08:002005-07-15T07:55:11.280+08:00I took a long drag of my cigarette and recalled the night events.<br /><br /><br /><br />They were laughing and smiling.<br />Shuffled around and meeting different people.<br /><br />A glimpse of emotions...<br />Hope.<br />Fear.<br />Loss.<br />Routine.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />There was something about their eyes...<br /><br /><br /><br />Stella.<br />I met her.<br />A wonderful and gorgeous young lady.<br />Smiles shared, stories told.<br />Understanding, without words.<br /><br /><br />I noticed something.<br />Her eyes, they are the same.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Underneath it all, whatever one may see.<br />Their eyes... They tell it all.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Sorrow...<br />Stella...<br />she seemed so sad.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809345-112138531127459231?l=nora-global.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ethannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809345.post-1121373256164425182005-07-15T04:32:00.000+08:002005-07-15T04:56:54.096+08:00A night out.<br />Less than 4 hours.<br />...<br />...<br />...<br />...<br />...<br />...<br />...<br />...<br />150 dollers cleaned out.<br />Total bill came up to more than 500 bucks.<br />I have spent more than a thousand in less than a month.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I amaze myself too.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809345-112137325616442518?l=nora-global.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ethannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809345.post-1121295285797794832005-07-14T06:37:00.000+08:002005-07-14T06:54:45.803+08:00Sunrise..<br /><br /><br /><br />Flashbacks.<br />Memories.<br />Vivid.<br />Real.<br /><br />A scream.<br />I remember them still.<br />Emptiness. Longing. Pain. Disappoinment. Sorrow. Suicide. Anger. Hatred. Loss. Impatience...<br /><br /><br />Madness.<br /><br /><br />Words?<br />They don't even come close.<br /><br />I am a coward. Those strips of film are chained.<br /><br /><br /><br />A nightmare? Fear?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Yes.<br />Yes...<br /><br /><br /><br />Keep it in check, keep it in check...<br />I can.<br /><br /><br /><br />I bite my lip.<br />Taste of iron.<br /><br />I am safe?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Yes.<br />I am home...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809345-112129528579779483?l=nora-global.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ethannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809345.post-1121113803351397442005-07-12T04:27:00.000+08:002005-07-12T04:34:07.313+08:00I tried a manual automobile for the first time.<br />No comments please. Lol.<br /><br /><br />Nicholas Yeo gave me a hand up at Mount Faber.<br />Numerous jerks, attempts at tight turns and multiple jamming of breaks.<br />Conclusion?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />10, 20 or 30 Kmph when you don't know what you are doing can send you flying of a hill to a blind date with your maker.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809345-112111380335139744?l=nora-global.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ethannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809345.post-1120750720627764062005-07-07T23:29:00.000+08:002005-07-07T23:38:40.630+08:00Enlightenment.<br />Three days now.<br />I finally understand.<br /><br /><br />An excerpt from a conversation..<br />Someone said good naturedly, you are a fool you know that? A stupid kind fool.<br /><br /><br /><br />If wisdom means to manipulate and be that man.<br />A man I am filled with contempt and disgust for now.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I rather be a fool for life!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809345-112075072062776406?l=nora-global.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ethannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809345.post-1120653550926168672005-07-06T20:33:00.000+08:002005-07-06T20:40:35.240+08:00It no longer matters..<br />I am tired and spent.<br />I've done all I can, no matter the price at my own expanse.<br />Thank you, everyone who has been concerned.<br />You guys were incredible, as always.<br /><br /><br />Realization will come one day, I only hope it would not be too late for her.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I wish it wouldn't have to be this way.. I really wish it wouldn't.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809345-112065355092616867?l=nora-global.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ethannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809345.post-1120509907176963652005-07-05T04:41:00.000+08:002005-07-05T04:45:07.180+08:00It returned.<br />Following me like a shadow once again.<br />Disappointment.<br />A emptiness within overwhelms.<br />Why!<br /><br /><br />Will it always be this way?<br />I've wanted to start all over, I have found that magic..<br />Yet.<br /><br /><br /><br />It has returned.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I am hunted once again.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809345-112050990717696365?l=nora-global.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ethannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809345.post-1120499149282298852005-07-05T01:43:00.000+08:002005-07-05T01:45:49.286+08:00Waiting for that significant phonecall..<br /><br /><br />I am all smiles.<br />I miss her..<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Oh yes, Nicholas Chong got owned.<br />Nuff said.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809345-112049914928229885?l=nora-global.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ethannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809345.post-1120480098125633982005-07-04T20:21:00.000+08:002005-07-04T20:28:18.130+08:00I lost all sense of time.<br />Smiling..<br /><br />Dancing.<br /><br /><br /><br />Yes, dancing to a song only I hear.<br /><br />Left for camp in a happy little daze.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Rudely woken up by A Honda with a deathwish.<br />FUCK.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809345-112048009812563398?l=nora-global.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ethannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809345.post-1120371656706575042005-07-03T14:14:00.000+08:002005-07-03T14:20:56.710+08:00Disappointment.<br /><br />Anger? Subtle..<br /><br />They don't realise I can read their thoughts.<br /><br />What is this hurt I am feeling?<br /><br /><br />Suddenly, peace.<br />Aftermath of an eye of a storm.<br /><br />A presence?<br />Her presence..<br />How is it possible.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Who is she really..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809345-112037165670657504?l=nora-global.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ethannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809345.post-1120202798207258422005-07-01T14:49:00.000+08:002005-07-01T15:26:38.210+08:00The tip scratched upon the parchment.<br />A dream setting of a playwright.<br /><br />Her fingers danced gracefully over the keys.<br /><br /><br />Again the man writes, a midsummer night's wind blows.<br /><br /><br />Like an undying lover it plays with her hair.<br /><br /><br />She is beautiful.. Like a bloom of a rose.<br />Her cheeks are flushed, she smiles and closes her eyes.<br /><br />Eyes of an endless railway of lies. Mesmerizing only to the man.<br /><br /><br />The man pauses, his pen quivers.<br />Forcefully he etches the words in her memory.<br /><br /><br />The music of the piano overwhelms his senses.<br />A life of it's own, it cuts and bleeds.<br /><br /><br />A distant cry....<br />He pauses, unable to carry on.<br /><br />He leaves the room, an endless rain pours.<br />Memories of her, none other than his own past.<br />His lies.<br /><br />He wipes at his eyes, through the rain he sees them. Vague Silhouettes, familiar and comforting however.<br />He smiles and weeps, holding them close.<br /><br />A silent whisper.. He hears them<br />Dry your tears, my friend. Dry your tears...<br /><br />His friends?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />My friends....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809345-112020279820725842?l=nora-global.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ethannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13809345.post-1119254617341811002005-06-20T16:03:00.000+08:002005-06-21T19:16:25.113+08:00The Blog is more or less up.<br />More to come as time goes by.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />It has been long hasn't it my friends? It has been long..<br /><br /><br /><br />I have missed you all.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13809345-111925461734181100?l=nora-global.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ethannoreply@blogger.com0