Listening To :
(haha, now who doesn't remember this song? )


Johnny B. Goode - Chuck Berry



Deep down Louisiana close to New Orleans,
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood,
Where lived a country boy named of Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever learned to read or write so well,
But he could play the guitar like ringing a bell.

(Chorus)

Go Go
Go Johnny Go
Go Go
Johnny B. Goode
He use to carry his guitar in a gunny sack
Or sit beneath the trees by the railroad track.
Oh, the engineers used to see him sitting in the shade,
Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made.
The People passing by, they would stop and say
Oh my that little country boy could play

(Chorus)

His mother told him someday you will be a man,
And you would be the leader of a big old band.
Many people coming from miles around
To hear you play your music when the sun go down
Maybe someday your name will be in lights
Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight.

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here i am writing again in the matter of days,
maybe i have too much free time on my hands?

the marvels of youth, and once again i heave a sigh...
the never ending zeal
the impetuosity
the whole "fark you, i'm right" attitute
the wasted years
the dreams
the void
what are they to me?
i'm burning out even before i start
maybe i tried to too early,
a young immature fool thinking he knows the world

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Conversation With A Taxi Driver

It's one of those times again. that of regression and self evalulation,
something i detest but yet help pushes you ahead to another level of
maturity. *sighs* if only i could change...

while serving yet another ns obligation, an encounter suddenly
brought back a certain reminder; a reminder of how shallow i still am.
i know that i'm shallow. to know that is a good thing right? haha.
but somehow i feel that my will is not strong enough to rid myself
completely off this "weakness" i hate so much. many a times
overwhelmed by the surface and not looking beyond it immediately
annoys me to a great extent. is my sub conscience that shallow and
immature? maybe it's just me being over sensitive, but doesnt mean
that i have to like that feeling, right?

later, after making my way through the throngs of crowd which
never fails to get excited over this annual celebration of sort (a
phenomenon which reason i'm able to comprehend fully but still amuses
me till today), i flagged down a cab i almost didn't board. sure enough,
i began talking to the taxi driver uncle about ns, as usual. it's kinnda of
weird i guess, but we ended up discussing about lessons in life and the
sort. we continued talking even after i reached my house, continuing on for
another good 45 minutes. now, how's dat for a conversation with a taxi driver
wont go into details about the conversation, all i'm saying is that it
started one of those times again. that of self-evalulation and maybe i would
be a better man after it. wahaha... who knows?

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A Brief Encounter & Another :


By a twist of fate on my way home tonight, i met 2 friends i lost contact with; on
2 different buses. hah! cliche it may sound, but to quote an old saying,
" it never rains but it pours," it may not be unusual to bump into friends on the
streets, but to meet 2 within the span of one hour and further more on the
2 separate buses i take home daily.. well, what are the chances of that
happening? the even funnier thing is, i was on my way to the barber shop 2 days
after i decided to get it cut but was unable to due to certain NS obligations, again !

the first was someone from my secondary school but which i got to know only
during my bmt, the other an ex-classmate from way back in sec one & two.
i spoke to both ofthem rather briefly but a comment passed by my ex -classmate
got me thinking...

" ... you still look the same... "

it's been a few years since i last met him, and i do think that he looks the
same too. haha.i guess not many people change drastically after those puberty
years. i wonder maybe it's because we have not seen each other for such a long
time that the changes arent obvious? what about people we meet on a daily basis?
sometimes we spot the minor changes how ever every subtle it might be.. but on
other occasions, i realize that i did not notice the most obvious of changes! was it
due to the fact that i'm too used to the person and that i unconsciously recognize
the person instantly ergo leaving out the deduction/recognition stage?

hah, if you were expecting me to write something about maybe how i had changed
character wise.. well, i cant be bothered about it at this point of time.



on a night of brief encounters,
with friends from faraways.
on a night i rather be stone,
and more so, be alone;
these thoughts and friends
they seem to mock
sigh... doing so, in a barber shop.

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Absence Of Leave



myself, i found on a drift
in my monastery of dreams.
many a petal
petals of sigh;
on a zephyr lost about the thicket
there my dreams lies.
glimpses of earthly embrace beyond
but then once more, the early morn
for a bloom, i'll give a garden
please, beyond my dreams' luxuaries.
only for a hope of leave
myself, i found on a drift
a dream of my monastery of dreams ...


"if only for a glimpse, i'll give my all."

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a scribbled thought (2):


here i am now
sitting in the quiet
the yesterday i hate
will be for another night
who am i to me now
wish the wait could tell
but more so i adore the silent
and my addiction to now

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Listening To :

Primitive Radio Gods --
Standing Outside A Broken Phone Booth With Money In My Hand

Written by Chris O'Connor, Jane Feather and Leonard Feather



Jan lays down and wrestles in her sleep
Moonlight spills on comic books
And superstars in magazines
An old friend calls and tells us where to meet
Her plane takes off from Baltimore
And touches down on Bourbon street

We sit outside and argue all night long
About a god we've never seen
But never fails to side with me
Sunday comes and all the papers say
Ma Teresa's joined the mob
And happy with her full time job

Am I alive or thoughts that drift away?
Does summer come for everyone?
Can humans do what prophets say?
If I die before I learn to speak
Can money pay for all the days I lived awake
But half asleep?

A life is time, they teach you growing up
The seconds ticking killed us all
A million years before the fall
You ride the waves and don't ask where they go
You swim like lions through the crest
And bathe yourself in zebra flesh

I've been downhearted baby
Ever since the day we met

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the last few days were probably one of the most enjoyable times i had since
i enlisted (besides book out & off days of coz)... basically, three of us went
around the island, delivering stuff, it was one of those informal driving
details (duties) that appear to be more like a road trip, or maybe even a
joyride than formal military business. throughout the journey, we talk about
almost everything under the sun, from cars to girls to our life stories. along the
way, we check out ehh... well, everything from cars to girls; to the extent that
we were distracted by a gal on a scooter, causing the one driving to make
such a sharp turn, it send all three of us screaming in terror.. haha, we had so
many adventures and misendeavours that i can probably write a book about it.


it was a pity it ended so soon, somehow i'm afraid that i wont have that much
fun for the remainder of my ns life. *sighz*
but i guess one has to live for the moment, n i will probably remember this
3 days as one of the more memorable moments in my ns life.
- the time when an officer, a coporal and a private went on a roadtrip

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a scribbled thought (1) :


i've been to my garden,
i've seen my peace
the past shall twine;
the now's not mine
will you believe in me?
or stash my trust beneath
only myself and i,
only myself and i.

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was looking at this page, n i do realize that
this page aint pretty to look at ...
but what the heck, it's not as if i got that
much free time on my hand.

anyway, i started thinking.
yeash... thinking again, it only
happens once in awhile nowadays
but i still do some thinking.. hmm

been proscratinatin alot of goals that i wish
to achieve during this 2 n 1/2 yrs of obligatory
abit empty period of service to the nation..
hav made up my mind(again?!) to write them
down in a "to-accomplish" list,

& here is one of them :
--> to manage my finances <--

it doesn't seem that necessary, im not actually
short of cash or anything.. but, i had always
detest depending on others , even if they are my
parents, to provide for me.. even worse, support
my expenses when it comes to personal enjoyment,
fulfilment and stuff like that...

many pple takes this for granted and that feels that
it's a entitlement, or that they would probably
repay their parents later in life anyway..
but why do we have subvert ourselves to pre-stamped
moral values that have been imposed onto our society?
why do people claim others immoral just because
they do not subject themselves to the "standard moral
guidelines" drawn by society.. ?(abit out of pt, but nvm)

had wondered how the elites of society manage to spurge
so much cash on meaningless stuff like cheonging
and fancy clothes.. and this is refering to the sons &
daughters which i seriously doubt had put in any effort
in earnin the money they spend.. i mean, the money aint
theirs!?? okay, i might sound like a overly jealous deprived
person, but thats what u think... and i don't give a damn.

not going to whine anymore for now.. gotta go out and spend
cash on some meaningless pleasures.
...such a paradox, aint it...

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