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Sunday, December 31, 2006

hmm. seem to be hitting off a lot of poems lately huh? haha... prb do another one before i sign off.. had xmas gathering at mae god mum's place today. usual ting la. every year oso hav. haha. val asked me to go fer mass today.. she said 1115 mass and i wuz like 'wth. go so late?!' den i told her i'd try... lol.

she meant 1115 am sia.

so like at bout 12 plus she replied and she wuz toking bout church.. yea. DAMN long winded i am but... u prb get e pic. i made another fool of myself. XD perfect end to 2006 sia... gosh... yea.

spent sum time @ funan.. most fave place in e world... haha. went out to look fer wen's zen stuff.. couldn't find it.. yippes. i'm in so much trouble sia... gotta get those stuff quick ASAP... gawrsh. damn malu if cant deliver on time... wonder wen we're seeing em? hmmmm... yea. so like anyway. xmas ting tonight... normally nice lor.. warm and wad not. haven't seen mae god parents new place... freaking hell... i wuz like completely WHOA... haha. huge place compared to last time..yea. could fit like all deir stuff in without clutter... ... ..o.O i could use dat. haha.

so like yea.. food wuz great company wuz great. spent 'quality time' wit cheryl. ... RIGHT.. quality time... but it wuz nice. is it me? or has jc changed mae god sis a lil? :D nice change i sae. haha... oh yea. she got fatter.

hais. so like yea la. anyways. off to bed. shagged. here's dat poem i promised.

where is the anger?
filling me with it's burning touch
where is the despair?
choking my soul's attempts at life?

they have all gone.
into the abyss.
leaving me here,
cold and empty

where is the fear?
that would send me shaking without hope of comfort
where is the pain?
that unmissed companion on this lonely path

they have all gone
down the oubliette
without hope of return
i am empty

what will fill me
in the days to come?
an echo of the past?
sent to dog my foot steps?

i expect nothing.
and in doing so, will never fall
into the traps laid out.
i will not fail ever again.

11:38 AM