Whole World Brings You Down

For Lisa (1988 – 2011)

STAY

Tell me the story again
How did you fell apart in the end
Was it then when you ran to the edge
And wanted to jump off that ledge

WAIT

I can see you slipping away
Just stay with me
I’ll find you reasons that fit
And please don’t tell me it’s just too late

PAIN

Has always been your friend that you try to hide
Fueling and gearing you towards the end
If only you tell me what you need
I’ll try to stop the bleeding and no, you’re not too far gone

WHEN

When did all the gold around you rust
Turning all the love you had to dust
Alone you sat, watching the night do what the night could to you
I know it took the best of you

FAITH

I know it is easier said than done
Especially when it's so hard to trust anyone
But sometimes faith is a place inside of you
That you can run and hide

BELIEVE

If the Whole World Brings You Down
And you’re falling faster than the speed of sound
Just look to the side
And I’ll be sinking down with you

CRAZY

You can that me that I am that
But that isn’t going to save me
From holding my breath with you
Till all the lines in this world turns blur 

Memoirs: Too Many Religions but Only One Asshole

[For Cen]

The parents of a concern maiden came to me one day. They were strong believers and they’ve pledge their allegiance to God’s only and fucking begotten son but it seems that they are concerned about their precious daughter who is now dating a Mussie. They didn’t want to get involve with their daughter’s love affair but unlike those lukewarm bible bashers, they believed that their daughter should be in a healthy relationship with another Jesus freak and they’ll be damn if their daughter would one day give birth to another Jihad monger.


So I invited them over for stew and at the same time we had a Muslim and a Catholic for dinner.


At the end of the dinner party, the parents’ concerns have been put to rest and they went home to give their daughter their blessing.


I was glad that we had stew that night. I made the stew from all the ears, nose, pieces of face and belly of the Muslim and Catholic. I’ve added onions, carrots, turnips, celery, salt and pepper to the stew. It was good. So you see no matter what faith you fucking embrace, we are all the same when we become stew and end up in someone else’s belly. So who are we to judge a person by his/her religion? May it be Catholic, Buddhism, Islam and Hinduism…etc. Once you eat them, they will just end up as shit.






P.s. Seriously the color of their blood is exactly the same too. I couldn’t tell the difference when I was cleaning the blood stain off the wall after I fucking butchered them.


P.s.s. The Shape Shifter 2 will be up next.

xniquet's engagement invitation

Since it was our parents' idea to have this engagement party, so I will have my way of doing the party and invitation instead. So if you see one of this landing in your mail box, don't be alarm. It is for real and yes you are invited to join this congregation of spies. These are just the template that we are going to send in for printing, the information on it is inaccurate, you will get the information when you receive your invites. If you haven't seen me online for awhile that means I am on a cross-country cycling trip or you have fucking Streamyx to thank for me my absent. Anyway, tomorrow is Hari Raya, so my wishes to all my Muslim friends who are celebrating it.

Love

It took me a while to realized what I wanted was there all along. Someone with a sweet soul, who take cares of me, who show me colors when there is non to see. When my day is dark and the night is long, when i am in the dark , can' t see or be seen. She turned these shoes, click clacking down a dead end street with no name and heading nowhere and made it fit. She took this shirt, cotton white trash made in nowhere and she made it clean again. She guided these hands and teaches them to make music and not to make a fist. She took this mouth that was spitting poison and criticism and cure it with a kiss. She my soul that is stranded in some skin and bones, she made it sane again. She took this heart and made it whole. Only 6 days to go till she is here and I am already feeling like a vacant lot ready for any ghost to haunt. It took me a while and a hell lot of hooter’s hot wings (*pukes) to make me realize that what I wanted is what I have already have.

Status: x is sick again from eating too many hot wings at Hooters.
Status: x is having pain and fever because his I-Ching tattoo
Status: x is out of pain killers
Facts: this is the 3rd time x is sick in US.
Facts: x's new ink actually goes very well with his blog's theme.

note: x swear to fucking god that he will not have another hooters hot wing in the next 365 days or less :P

Love

is a stranger that I didn’t count on meeting. Turning me into a victim or maybe a volunteer? But I know it can just disappear like a rose in the garden. Because I am sure there is nothing quite like it . Even for a first timer, you can swear to God, you will know when it is over. It could heal a cripple heart or make it dead. When there is someone in your heart sitting behind you, there is no way to stop keep looking over your shoulder or pretending to rub your shoulders for dandruff. Because it just makes you do the dumbest thing and yet justifies it. I haven’t notice till now, somewhere in her smile there’s an invitation, calling me back in to the dance, I can’t deny from the height of that beautiful moment, because there’s nothing like it ever. There’s nothing, no weight when you find it , it is flying without compromise. I know, I’m sure because I have been there before and there is nothing like it in the world -

Miss Long Legs

If our memory serves us by keeping who we lost, why do I feel like an empty house? Can’t believe it has already been two months since Miss Long Legs has been here and now she is back to where she came from. I take back what I say that she was just an Ipoh Girl in a push up bra because she is way much more than that. My only regret is that we spoke more than we talk and just letting time slipping us by doing something that is close to nothing. After 2 months of training here, it was finally time to head back and finish up her studies. I guess I will be spending the rest of my days here without a movie buddy from now, but I am glad she came along. I only wish her all the best and woa woa is going to miss humping her long and smooth legs :P. I am sure I will remember her because just like a mirror that will always gives back your face, we tend to remember all that we lose…

Ipoh girl in a push up bra falling off in Kuantan
Mach GoGoGo: Speed fucking Racer
merry fucking mother's day
hello, my name is prince motherfucking caspian of narnia
when panties lands on my bed
indiana jones and the kingdom of the fucking skull
wordless wednesday: when worlds collide
becoming x: have i become fragile...

There's some new changes in the archive with post never seen before and not found in this blog,..go pay it a visit

kawaii japanese girl playing a huge sunburst shaft...

It gets me everytime when I watch Orihime’s huge breast bouncing everywhere maybe that is what fucking keeps me coming back for more even though when the story line is so sucky at times. But I am proud to announced that finally, after months of being away from Orihime Inoue’s huge bunching boobies, I am finally at the latest episode of Bleach, in fact I have just finished the latest episode and I am looking forward for the next episode which is going to be an one hour special, I can’t wait for it even though I am kinda clueless what the heck is happening, because they left the whole Vizard Arc unfinished and moved on to the Brand New Captian Amagai Shunsuke Arc. What puzzle me now is whether the new story line takes place before or after the Espada story line, god damn it , can someone throw me a fucking bone here, I have no fucking clue what is happening. But the only thing nice about it is that Kon is back and that they have a new opening which is pretty nice and the opening theme is call Chu-Bura by Kulen i. But so far my favorite opening theme is still Ichirin no Hana by High and Might Color and my favorite closing theme is Daidai by Chatmonchy. (You should watch them play live, nothing is sexier than a Kawaii Japanese girl playing a sunburst telecaster that is bigger than her, but of course nothing beats having a Japanese girl screaming a fake and desperate call of distress “ Iyaa! Iyaa! Yameteh Kudaksai….” fufufufufufufufu











Alright , just like what the title says...here is the video of a Kawaii Japanese girl playing a huge sunburst shaft –Telecaster in “.flv” format



[ try getting VLC Media Player if you can’t play it on your media player]

The Diamond Dust Rebellion
Back & Being a BLEACH-o-holic
Down With The Sickness
xniquet's Anime Playlist: Being One Bleach-o-holic

A very happy birthday to Cenni who is flying back home from Bali, hope you didn't get drunk last night. Just to remind you that your present is already in your inbox and i am just going to hold on to your actual present and then pass it to you when you come down here. I don't want the postman to be getting any freebies again. So at the mean time I have mix up a sampler of what you are going to get - (not for sale promo single that is going to be released in August) and also a picture of what to expect in the mornings when you are in Kuantan [here]. Anyway..."Happy Birthday!!!"

15.06.08

Should I be feeling jealous, because my dad never seem buy me any toys that I wanted. But look what woawoa got yesterday. Well, I would if I still had a mentality of a 5 year old kid, but I knew we were a poor family and I am not as fortunate as the kids who seem to have it all, nevertheless I had a happy childhood. But as I walk around my room swimming around my thoughts, why do I always remember the time that he let me down and not the time which we came through for me? Maybe I am just human, and human tend to always remember other’s fault then be in gratitude. I know coming from a really Chinese background family, sons rarely talks to the father, but for the three years we never talked, I blamed you for letting your own daughter pushed you around and yet still stand by her side. I can never understand what went in your head and why you choose to suffer? But I when I was laying flat on my back, when I have lost everything, you took me in without even a question or doubt, it made me realized and I finally understand where all those compassion and love comes from. Yet I am still lost for words. I can go on writing lines upon lines of how much I appreciate you but words just don’t seem to come out of my mouth. If only I can send out this message from my heart to yours without speaking, it would go like this….
“Just like the sunny days that I ignored, I am sorry that I took you for granted and for the wasted years that I have put between us. Please forgive your son. And if I don’t make it, please know that I loved you all along. Happy Father’s Day!”