Just a wish..

I can't make it snow,
Give you what you wish for,

But on this day though,
I wish you something,
Worth much, much more.

It's nothing you'd expect,
Won't make everything perfect.

But on a day like this,
To use up my one wish,
I hope you appreciate,

The life you own,
The family that loves you,
The friends around you.

So, please take a moment,
Just a second, or two,
And say 'Thank You',
To 'The One' above,

For everything.

- - -

This is for you guys out there that did not receive this message by SMS. Trust me when I say I did try to send it to you. I guess I was too greedy trying to send the message to 20 people at a time. In addition to that, my connection here is horrible. Both DiGi and Maxis screwed me over this festive season. Hoo~ yeah. Anyway, don't feel hurt. If I've laughed with you before, or ever, odds are I did want to send it to you. Hehe.

Pre-Christmas outing will be posted up as soon as I get the pictures from Kristine. Grr, Kristine.

Merry Christmas,
The Milkman

Apparently..

I've been taken a fool,
Not by one,
But by two,
Care to share the fun?

Right now there's only,
A week and two days,
And they listen to a story,
Believing all the pied piper says.

'Let's go out',
'Let's make time',
For this I have to shout,
Is asking your company, really a crime?

Please lay off, just fuck off,
And stay back, you ugly fag,
In your presence, will I scoff,
For in all that is beauty, do you lag.

You are fake,
You're a swine,
So what's it going to take,
To take back what's mine.

Obviously I'm not worth telling,
What I don't know won't hurt me,
But now that I'm bleeding,
Do you realize now that I can see?

To see that I'm not as important,
As 'funny', or as 'fun',
Maybe all I do is rant,
So now I see, I see them run.

Maybe I'm not the friend,
The friend I thought to be,
So, you may leave me now,
At the count of three.

Please don't tell me,
That I'm being oversensitive,
Because understanding is key,
I ask you instead, "What did I not give?"

To have been treated this way,
I really can't imagine,
What have I done to be led astray,
I won't give up, give you a sure win.

This may be written in a haze,
For I have waited very long,
Many months, many days,
To be left by myself, alone.

'They' don't like me,
'You' don't trust me,
This all happened in a day,
So I stop, look back, and pray.

Praying a day like this,
Never crosses my path again,
Though I clench my fist,
Hoping my prayer is not in vain.

In the end, I've played the fool,
Nothing different, nothing new,
Would you agree, it's something cool?
After all, my 'friends', I have very few.

I pray my new friends,
Never give me a day like today,
To the ones on this end,
I have, really, nothing else to say.

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As assumed, I have had a bad day. I was hoping to find comfort in writing my current thoughts and feelings all out in cryptic. I'm sorry if you feel poetic expression is a bit too much, or too lame for your reading, but honestly, at this moment in time, I really can't give a shit.

I really thought I had more than I can appreciate. I suppose it's slowly slipping away, from right under my nose. Of course, I'm hoping it stays, whatever it was from the beginning. Though, if it cannot be helped, even with my concern, and God's possible intervention, I have nothing else to complain about. I'm just thankful I have others somewhere out there.

But, as for you, my dearest, I will never want you to leave me. Even if you finally decide that you no longer want anything to do with me, be welcome to, because truly, I feel I do not deserve you. However, I will continue to forever keep you in my heart and mind. Everyday hoping, for nothing else but your sweet return.

Dissapointed,
Jordan

Rant.

How I hate hypocrites like you.

Say some people are annoying and you want to kill them one minute, then becomes flen-flen the next.

Go die la. Pig face. Nose so big. Hope u suffocate on large dust particles.

Dulan I see your face. Want to burn it like a Hello Kitty notebook.

Didn't know the world produced such ugly shits. Sure you came out the right hole onot?

Believe it or not, I hate you more than I ever hated Malaysian history.

That's how 'yucks' you are to me now.

Wishing I never met you, piece of doggie shit.

Macamlah so smart. You see book you slam your face with it thinking you absorb the info by active diffusion lor.

I hope the next time you sit on a chair, you kena someone's nose shit.

When you minum sup, hope the starch gets broken down by amylase. *spit spit spit*

See your face liao I wan muntah darah. Muntah until die so cannot see it anymore.

I want to throw you off the multistorey carpark and watch as cars further crush your fat and lifeless body.

You are FAT! Not really. But I hate you, so you are fat.

*to be further extended*

Ranted,
The Milkman

ZOMG! It's Pink Day!

Is there such a day? Don't care. It's just that pink seems to be the preeminent colour this past Sunday. Basically, the day started when some of us went to King's Centre area for some lunch. On the walk there, we came across this!
ZOMG! It's a pink balloon! Well, that's according to John, when we showed him the picture later on in the night. Where did we find it?
ZOMGx2! Pls ignore the fact that my campus is in the background. Shit! You wouldn't realize it if I didn't say anything. Oh noes! D:

Still, in all seriousness la, whoever threw this here, or used it on the spot, is really lame, pathetic and sex-deprived. Either that, or is a psycho rapist litterbug who practices safe sex.

Under a tree,

In a bush,

Or under a flyover,

When dost behold a potential rapist,
With pepper spray; thou shalt smother.

They probably came here for some after-hump desserts. We had some shaved ice thinguses here after lunch. DUN THINK WRONG. Anyways, under the tables were these magazines. Mostly Chinese, so I could not read shit, but I proceeded to take one anyway.
Uh.. Okay. So what if it's called 'Feminine', right? Doesn't mean anything. -.-

Apart from the stupid-looking model, I scanned the front page to see if there's anything interesting. Then I read this.
ZOMG! It's in English! But I found something odd about this whole issue.
Why is she f*cking smiling? I looked through the magazine and found the real article, and apparently the rape victim had cerebral palsy or something similar. Honestly though, how stupid are the magazine editors? They put a 'cheerful' model, ugly summore, and the highlight article is about a 20-year-old rape victim with the mind of a 5-year-old. Me thinks they very stupid.
Then la, I came across this page ad, about something to do with a bird's nest product. I asked Alison what it was, then Melissa just blurted out, "Bird's nest flavoured condom la."

zomg.

But if you look at the size and shape of the small box, it could actually pass for a condom product. Then I asked,

"Who wants bird's nest flavoured condoms?"
"Well, duh, obviously it's for those rich Chinamen right?"

Uh.. Conclusion, Chinese magazine editors are sicko-sex-mongers.

Well, later the afternoon I went to church. Around the end though, my auntie called me up to tell me she's on her way to pick me up to go for my grandma's birthday dinner. Initially I was because I have not shocked,mentally prepared myself for sitting down quietly as everyone talked with each other during dinner. I say this because I am gravely sorry that I cannot speak Hakka, and therefore cannot converse very well at all, with most of my aunties and uncles. My grandma tries speaking Hokkien with me, but it sounds oddly different. One of my aunties told me it was a little mixed with Teochew or something like that. Just great lor..

Moving on..

No, she's not my grandma. Though, I really wonder if she's mute. She didn't make a sound the whole night. Or did I just fail to notice. Whatever.

She was staring at the cake the whole time though.

Here's my grandma. My cousins, aunties and uncles all gathered at the opposite end of the table for some reason to sing the birthday song. Wah, I just noticed my niece looks like she's posing.

Anyways, Happy Birthday Mama~

Hmm, I miss my grandma who's living with us in Miri. I guess I'm more attached to her since she's been with me almost my whole life. Speaking of Miri, will be back on the 17th. Same flight with Grace! We gonna menyambalkan the airport and then the plane. :D

Prozac-deprived,
The Milkman