happy birthday dude!!!
- random hero
29 January 2007
25 January 2007
24 January 2007
23 January 2007
It's night now. Inspiration comes to us when we are alone, when we have had time to ponder. Sometimes there are all the things that we meant to say, that we didn't. All the things we meant to do, but we couldn't. The clock is ticking down. Sometimes the facade needs to be torn away, to reveal all the raw emotion that is kept behind a veil.
Just because.
Don't be hating now.
Just because.
Don't be hating now.
20 January 2007
11 January 2007
10 January 2007
It’s telling when the stuff you’ve done scares even yourself.
It’s only scary afterwards, of course. When you’re doing it, it always feels justified. No dissenting voice of reason: it’s as though your conscience just upped and left, disgusted, not wanting to have anything more to do with your actions. With you.
5 am in the morning again. Not sleeping. Not able to sleep. Damn, the cigarette pack is empty again. AGAIN! How much more can the body take. Time to open another pack: at least that lends SOME purpose to tonight. Purpose is hard to come by these days.
Self-reflection feels like the morning after a party, and here’s all that’s left: the empty bottles and cigarette butts.
Enuf
“So many self-imposed restrictions,
So much I want to say.
So little for me to hold on to,
So much has slipped away.”
It’s only scary afterwards, of course. When you’re doing it, it always feels justified. No dissenting voice of reason: it’s as though your conscience just upped and left, disgusted, not wanting to have anything more to do with your actions. With you.
5 am in the morning again. Not sleeping. Not able to sleep. Damn, the cigarette pack is empty again. AGAIN! How much more can the body take. Time to open another pack: at least that lends SOME purpose to tonight. Purpose is hard to come by these days.
Self-reflection feels like the morning after a party, and here’s all that’s left: the empty bottles and cigarette butts.
Enuf
“So many self-imposed restrictions,
So much I want to say.
So little for me to hold on to,
So much has slipped away.”
07 January 2007
31 December 2006
30 December 2006
25 December 2006
this christmas, i wish a dashing young man (jude law) for all the girls.
or if you wish for someone less good looking, less dashing, more huggable and musically talented - jack black.
and for all the boys, i wish you one cow each.
(kids, tent, and mr. napkin head not included)
merry christmas.
- such great heights.
or if you wish for someone less good looking, less dashing, more huggable and musically talented - jack black.
and for all the boys, i wish you one cow each.
(kids, tent, and mr. napkin head not included)
merry christmas.
- such great heights.
24 December 2006
T'was the night before Christmas, when all through Law School,
Naked Lawyers slept; Anson, Jones all covered in drool.
The stockings were hung by the moot court with care,
In earnest hope that St Nicholas soon would be there.
The lawyers were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Deans Lists danced in their heads
cleavageman and so sue me snoring so sound,
mumbling numbers and football players all around.
lovelybones and ~ smiling sweetly to each other,
不要这样啦 and all the lawyers shudder.
No matter, green&orange dreams of ice cream and choco-late!
As undertheradar rubs his goatee and bemoans his short fate.
Hey Guys! calls out LovingYearningHurting in his sleep
Only to get smacked by funnyfriend somersaulting over sheep.
Hyperventilator giggles and squeaks and is oh so nice,
While depressed lawyer ponders how he gets by without a vice?
There goes skirtless and her ever present harem of boys,
She complains but we don't see them making any noise.
Then out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
clubemo sprang from his bed to see what was the matter.
What to his wondering eye should appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer!
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
He knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
And then in the twinkling of an eye to his amazement,
The Naked Lawyers were all wrapped up with no further statement.
Shiny red, silver, gold and midnight blue,
And not forgetting pretty ribbons and tinsel too!
And so it was that that Christmas the greatest gift to be had,
Was the new friendships and love that the Naked Lawyers shared.
What new adventures lay in wait?
What exciting hopes and dreams to create?
Whatever it is they're sure to be broke at this rate!
So the lawyers slumbered on through the night,
As the warmth in their hearts grew and embraced them in its might.
But they heard St Nick exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"
Merry Christmas guys, excuse the mush but it is Christmas after all. Cheers!
-clubemohohoho
Naked Lawyers slept; Anson, Jones all covered in drool.
The stockings were hung by the moot court with care,
In earnest hope that St Nicholas soon would be there.
The lawyers were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Deans Lists danced in their heads
cleavageman and so sue me snoring so sound,
mumbling numbers and football players all around.
lovelybones and ~ smiling sweetly to each other,
不要这样啦 and all the lawyers shudder.
No matter, green&orange dreams of ice cream and choco-late!
As undertheradar rubs his goatee and bemoans his short fate.
Hey Guys! calls out LovingYearningHurting in his sleep
Only to get smacked by funnyfriend somersaulting over sheep.
Hyperventilator giggles and squeaks and is oh so nice,
While depressed lawyer ponders how he gets by without a vice?
There goes skirtless and her ever present harem of boys,
She complains but we don't see them making any noise.
Then out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
clubemo sprang from his bed to see what was the matter.
What to his wondering eye should appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer!
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
He knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
And then in the twinkling of an eye to his amazement,
The Naked Lawyers were all wrapped up with no further statement.
Shiny red, silver, gold and midnight blue,
And not forgetting pretty ribbons and tinsel too!
And so it was that that Christmas the greatest gift to be had,
Was the new friendships and love that the Naked Lawyers shared.
What new adventures lay in wait?
What exciting hopes and dreams to create?
Whatever it is they're sure to be broke at this rate!
So the lawyers slumbered on through the night,
As the warmth in their hearts grew and embraced them in its might.
But they heard St Nick exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"
Merry Christmas guys, excuse the mush but it is Christmas after all. Cheers!
-clubemohohoho
merry christmas guys!
soon we'll be heading off to bangkok :D :D :D
oh and, have any of the blogger people tried using the new version of blogger..? if it's safe, shall we switch to the new one instead? (cos it irritates me everytime the "NEW VERSION OF BLOGGER" nonsense pops out in my face.. :x)
-lovelybones
soon we'll be heading off to bangkok :D :D :D
oh and, have any of the blogger people tried using the new version of blogger..? if it's safe, shall we switch to the new one instead? (cos it irritates me everytime the "NEW VERSION OF BLOGGER" nonsense pops out in my face.. :x)
-lovelybones
19 December 2006
at first thought, the rain somehow lent the season a rather melancholic feel. but as i looked up from the book i was reading, i began to realise that the rain brought a kind of calmness that you don't expect from a thunderstorm. somehow the torrents of rain made me feel like i was the last person on earth. that there wasn't anyone around that might hurt me. made me feel like i had not a care in the world.
the weather took a respite, but later on, in the car at half past three in the morning on the way home, the clouds burst once more, this time with greater affliction. with the flurry of downpour falling in sheets on the windscreen; not being able to see more than 5 feet; with scattered reflections off bodies of water on the road; while the sturdy branches of the tree sway unsteadily, fighting against the relentless and lamenting wind; the tires skidding not less than 5 times, making me lose control, momentarily, of my car; passing a wrecked car at the side of the highway - all these brought a bit of fear, and yet brought a bit of tranquility. fear and tranquility do not go together, but yet at that moment they seem to coexist almost as if it was natural.
the rain brought danger but it seemed to wash away other fears at the same time. like taking a shower. we all take showers when we feel dirty. the torrent brought vulnerability but made me feel invulnerable. it covered the place with gloom, but yet it comforted me. the skies seemed to be grieving, but in a way it was a relief.
if you listened carefully enough, you could almost hear a requiem in the background, as if the rain was playing a death song. but then you could just as well have imagined a happier tune. not an euphorically enraptured joyous tune, but a gentle gratified tune enough to make you feel comfortable, ample to make you feel cozy... maybe even made you feel love. what kind of wicked fool feels love alone in a thunderstorm. well i did. perhaps you will too if you took a pause to look around you and let your mind wander.
somehow thunderstorms make us all feel alone. make us think more. make us feel more. i think this as the most apt way to begin christmas.
(on a completely different note, here's a video of i wish it would rain down i thought i would share with u guys. love the song. love you guys. its by phil collins featuring Eric Clapton.)
- such great heights.
the weather took a respite, but later on, in the car at half past three in the morning on the way home, the clouds burst once more, this time with greater affliction. with the flurry of downpour falling in sheets on the windscreen; not being able to see more than 5 feet; with scattered reflections off bodies of water on the road; while the sturdy branches of the tree sway unsteadily, fighting against the relentless and lamenting wind; the tires skidding not less than 5 times, making me lose control, momentarily, of my car; passing a wrecked car at the side of the highway - all these brought a bit of fear, and yet brought a bit of tranquility. fear and tranquility do not go together, but yet at that moment they seem to coexist almost as if it was natural.
the rain brought danger but it seemed to wash away other fears at the same time. like taking a shower. we all take showers when we feel dirty. the torrent brought vulnerability but made me feel invulnerable. it covered the place with gloom, but yet it comforted me. the skies seemed to be grieving, but in a way it was a relief.
if you listened carefully enough, you could almost hear a requiem in the background, as if the rain was playing a death song. but then you could just as well have imagined a happier tune. not an euphorically enraptured joyous tune, but a gentle gratified tune enough to make you feel comfortable, ample to make you feel cozy... maybe even made you feel love. what kind of wicked fool feels love alone in a thunderstorm. well i did. perhaps you will too if you took a pause to look around you and let your mind wander.
somehow thunderstorms make us all feel alone. make us think more. make us feel more. i think this as the most apt way to begin christmas.
(on a completely different note, here's a video of i wish it would rain down i thought i would share with u guys. love the song. love you guys. its by phil collins featuring Eric Clapton.)
- such great heights.
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