The BoogyMan

Since I was young and innocent, i view the boogyman as the scariest thing to walk the dark fantasy earth, beating the werewolves and ghosts to become #1. But as i grow older, maturity sets in like the high tide, and I know sooner or later, the Boogyman will no longer haunt me. So in spirit of that i wrote a little poem to commemorate his death in my fantasy world.



|| R.I.P The BoogeyMan ||

the BoogeyMan!

He's Dead

or so the folks said

everybody is safe

even the bats in that old cave

but even it's quiet and still

walking past the tomb

in the moonless night's chill

one will still feel

that murderous intent to kill

and if you train your ears

confirmed they will be, your fears

scratching and scraping

from down below

the splinter of wood

the crumbling of soil-ho!

soon you'll realize that

all this is just in your head

for the Boogeyman

Is Dead!


sigh... i feel like an old friend has gone very far away.

check this out...

for those of you who had seen my dp on msn ( obviously applies only to those on my list of contacts ), you would've seen a picture of my band. All four of us, standing side by side, looking like how we always do, juz standing at one side of the street and taking a picture, two actually. I've got nothing to do and just staring at it when a realization hit me. Just look at our clothes. Starting from the right, Kazu with a white shirt on. And then there's me, wearing a white t-shirt with some green stripes ( noticed anything? ). Then there's Kelvin, wearing a not-completely black t-shirt with some designs at the front which is white in colour. Last but not least, there's Fariq, wearing all black ( well, not entirely true, but he's got more black than the rest of ours ). It's like looking at an painter's palete who only wanna paint in black and white, with a mix of green. Pretty funky huh? Guess now you must be thinking you've just wasted your time reading this stuff. =x

Art is a killer

attention please! Singapore will taken over by a wave of street art that will be, at first, seen as terrorism and the like. But, i don't care, cuz it's not terrorism ( duh! ). Those narrow-minded people can kiss my ass while recoiling in fear of the art. This campaign will be slow, but steady. Hope people will appreciate it. I dunno where this campaign will lead to or what it will bring about for me or for the world, but i'll try my best. thankyou.

Guys backflip into jeans

this vid is so dope. somebody has been moved down to world's most cb person number 2. Number 1 has been taken by a dude-chick named wenfang, nt the actress. But as i said, this vid is so dope.

i just wanna say that nobody's life is perfect...you'll have ups and downs no matter what you do. I say just stick through it...and if you can't do it alone, you'll have back up. Guess that's what friends are for right? No sense in killing yourself in a spontaneous emotional breakdown, that's just ain't cool. I guess real friends will understand you and will really give ya support, more often that not, morally... just so happens that the most understanding creature in the face of the earth are animals. They don't ask for anything and give everything else in return for a few of your minutes. Of course, some animals got on your nerves once in awhile, but i have feelin dogs like cheeseburger. This post doesn't have a header cuz i don't know what to put up there

ice cold baby

so i was doin a presentation yesterday, something i figure i do pretty well in by the way... yea, so i was up there with my group and all that, ready to do what im pretty good in, when suddenly ice cold wind from the a/c blew into my throat and brain. I was like, what the fuck is wrong with me? My usually-fluent presentation speech and vocabulary went clear out the window. So there I was blabbing. Blabbing man..shit...I never do that before in my entire life..like i got ducks in my throat. So I screwed up my part with lousy performance, my other group mates didn't really do that good either, so fuck that a/c man. The school should do somethin about it. I obviously not gonna care what...just somethin. But anyways, that presentation only carries participation marks, no big deal about it, but seriously...that a/c was....damn. Gotta bring a jacket next time.

Welcome to the Real World mutherfucker...

guess no matter how rich a guy can be or no matter how far his reach can go...twenty grand filched off your hands really rock your fantasy world to its core man...just when you thought everything's fine and dandy, reality comes up to you and layeth the smack down on your ass..well it's not my money obviously, it's my parents'...but still it hurts to see them hurt..so if you see me and think that i'm bein emo and shit then fuck you. youse're not the only ones with the problems. in fact, i think i'm bein a really good sport about the whole thing, considering that my life is in total shambles right now and friends who takes real pleasure in givin me shit almost everyday and go home smilin when they thought they've 1up me in everythin...i'm not pointin at anyone while the world's pointing the finger at me, but i just hope ppl will cut me some slack and lay off my case. this rant is only intended to be read on this blog, so you won't hear me spoutin off this shit outside of it..well, unless youse come up to me and ask me personally about it..but when you do, don't take it lightly and start your nonsense on me all over again cuz i got feelins too. but , of course if you still don't give a fuck then fuck you. i'm just glad i got this shit off my chest cuz it's on the verge of explodin.