thank you

Ask yourself this question, how often do you say thank you to everything or everyone?

Be grateful.

For every morning, I always say my thanks. =)

I am not asking for more. Seriously.

fears

Fearful

Embedded the soul in the music
Undeterred about what is ahead
Terrible illusions
Horrific hallucinations

Then

Silence swallows the soul
Pushing down its guts
Claustrophobia
A room two dimensions

Don't

The cluster of lights flutter
Barricades of thoughts
Obstructions; interference
Stuffocations; ignorance

Move

The whispers died out
The thunders intimidated
The rivers dried up
The tears dissipated
He stood up
Unbroken.

When the riots start.

And there it goes, the state of emergency being declared again, all in the name of democracy or some said "demo-crazy". As far as I have experience the stay in bangkok, the people there are generally friendly. Put aside those faggots restaurants who tried to cheat the tourists' money or the taxi filthy assholes who tout us into visiting brothels or watching "tiger show", the 5 days holiday was pleasant. You take the sky trains and you wont see people squeezing into the train before allowing passengers to alight, I think that is the best thing i can praise about bkk. TAKE A LOOK AT SINGAPORE!

DARN.

Every fucking morning, I see fucking faggots who tried to squeeze their god damn ass before allowing others to alight. I dont know man. There is the minority who just simply shake their heads when they witness this scene, and me, I shake it like I just popped ecstasy. Pardon my language but it is just totally turns me off. And for the record, I dont do that.

DARN.

Singapore, a country to love, and these faggots to hate. I think it is just the flip side to everything in life.

AND

With all due respects to MM Lee, he is a great and wonderful man whom I greatly respect, but having foreign immigrants( ni dong ma? ) to actually be anchor in the media or sorts, seriously, give me a break. The doctor diagnose me with an illness, xenophobia.

Blames who? I had a very bad experience with China Chinese. I think I need time to accept that, I am still learning. WOOTS

Respect and forgive. OKAY. I got that. God hit me.

And CNA is still reporting about Thailand's demoCRAZY.

Angels and demons

okay. It has been a really long time since i got into this page and blogged. So long that I think i smell the decomposing gases that are emitted from the webpage. Exaggerating. I thought, being a public speaker of my nature, I ought to be sensitive with my words and thoughts. The word here, is MY NATURE, if you understand what I mean. My cousin is now reading this blog, frequency of which I am not sure of, but definitely it is time to be held responsible for what you said.

I have my own diary though. HAHA. what a vintage shit some may think.

Who cares.

Anyway, I would like to share with you guys this encounter with an angel I had today. She's my sister celestine. Today, we met up for lunch and she showed me an Easter video bout' God. Of the many things we had always shared in our conversations, I found myself always escaping from many things. I take innumerable excuses for the countless shits I had done in a bid to escape the truth of many realities.

I am an escapist, a procastinator, a historian.

It is just me. But no regrets.

However, not to deny, the video did bring peace to my heart and I am thankful for the very fact that I am still standing here, praising Him and his Works.

Mother Teresa's book brought many changes to my perspectives of my thinking and it is just this pain she had that touches the soul of many others. Like Mother Teresa, the pain and confusions I am having cannot be explain in words. The thoughts that are held inside my soul can never manifest themselves into alphabets. But unlike Mother Teresa, I couldnt come to terms with it yet.

But o well.

I am grateful a lil angel , celestine, brought great amount of peace into my life.

sweet.