Entries from July 2004
of all the songs in the world, this one keeps creeping up under my skin – gotta go home and have some of it – im so confused. and this song speaks everything. yes, i gotta have faith.
Faith – George Michael
Well I guess it would be nice
If I could touch your body
I know not everybody
Has got a body like you
But I’ve got to think twice
Before I give my heart away
And I know all the games you play
Because I play them too
Oh but I
Need some time off from that emotion
Time to pick my heart up off the floor
And when that love comes down
Without devotion
Well it takes a strong one baby
But I’m showing you the door
‘Cause I gotta have faith…
Baby
I know you’re asking me to stay
Say please, please, please, don’t go away
You say I’m giving you the blues
Maybe
You mean every word you say
Can’t help but think of yesterday
And another who tied me down to loverboy rules
Before this river
Becomes an ocean
Before you throw my heart back on the floor
Oh baby I reconsider
My foolish notion
Well I need someone to hold me
But I’ll wait for something more
Yes I’ve gotta have faith…
Categories: Songs From the Heart
its deafening. the silence. its screaming into my ears. all the questions i want to ask. questions i wont get answers to. its deafening the silence between you and me. and i love you. i dont want all this silence thats ruining us. i want silence in comfort. void of thunderous questions in my head. and that my love is what i want. and that my love, is what you will never give me.
on another note: mouse over. here’s something for y’all to read.
Categories: the nextdoor grrrl
Arched
As I skimmed down her curves
Her heat propels my passion
Cries of whispered moans
Satiates my cravings -
Shivers through me
Like a torrent storm
I am lost
In her touches
in conscious abandon
Completely dismantled
Rapaciously nourished
Utterly sated
I am.
copyrights of Mj – take only with permission -
Categories: Uncategorized
July 19, 2004 · Comments Off
10.10 a.m.
July 19th, 1945 ~ July 19th, 2002
Happy Birthday Mum
Missing Mamma by Corky Ferguson
The sun came up this morning;
It wasn’t very bright.
My dark mood casts a shadow;
It’s hard to see the light.
We all have just one mother
And, now that her life on earth is done,
The emptiness and loss I feel
Make it hard to see the sun.
Tomorrow is a brand new day;
May the pain and sadness lighten.
I will remember all her love,
And then the sky will brighten.
Gone is not forgotten;
Her love reminds behind;
She’s traveled in a new direction -
Love knows no space or time.
I will always love her.
She will care for me from above.
She will send me starlight and rainbows
To remind me of her love.
…………………………..still desperately missing you
Categories: for mummy
which is worst?
getting through the papers, only to discover that all yr work has gone down the drain – and all you can think of is: shitshitshitshit – suicide?
or –
flying through with the wind beneath your wings; knowing all that internship has finally paid off – you chamber; lick a few bad asses then abscond with RM$200K of the Company’s money – with them hot on the trails you so stupidly left behind; got caught and found guilty for criminal breach of trust then discover you cannot practice anymore forever and ever and ever; what you studied for all these years?
a penny for your thought.
these actually happened.
scenario one and two.
fresh off.
my college.
i wonder what goes through the lecturers’ mind when they read new cases? Oh. Yeah I know this kid, used to call 24-7 day in day out with questions and more questions; yeah – good kid. nice kid – NOT!
I mean, 60% of us here are over 40 years old, still stuggling – for more than FIVE years; to get through what you think you need to get through or what all your friends could only think possible/feasible for you to do. Mr. X is close to sixty years old, wears cokebottle-thick eyeglasses, a chronic comb-over and is never giving up. These kind of people i look up to. I have a soft spot him. I am sure i won’t see him next year because he deserves to be chambering; and be the lawyer he always wanted to be – because he just never had the opportunity nor the money to do so when he was twenty. Why give up? Why abscond with just enough money to last you half a year? If you really want to make your lecturers proud of you – run with two million dollars in your shoes. At least you can live languidly by the beach somewhere offshore Southern Thailand – and hire people to flourish your marijuana farm.
me? no – i’m just hanging around for a daddy to sugar me up.
Categories: Uncategorized
Cause you and I both loved
What you and I spoke of
And others just read of,
others only read a of the love
Oh, the love that I love
Categories: Uncategorized
Hey little sister I heard you went to Mr. So and So, knock knock-knocking on his door again last night, said you needed it bad- you know that ain’t right -’Cause so many times you’ve come to me cry-crying; trying to stop. you said it hurts so bad; But please don’t let you go back for more.
My little sister is a Zombie in a body with no soul in a role she has learned to play in a world today where nothing else matters but it matters,
we gotta start feeding our souls Not our addiction or afflictions of pain to avoid the same questions we must ask ourselves to get any answers.
We gotta start feeding our souls have been lost to the millions with lots who feed on addiction selling pills and what’s hot; I wish I could save her from all their delusions all the confusions of of a nation that starves for salvation but clothing is the closest to approximation to God and He only knows that drugs are all we know and love
Every day we starve while we eat white bread and beer instead of a hadshake or hug
We spill the pills and sweep them under the rug.
My little sister is a Zombie in a body with no soul in a role she has learned to play in a world today where nothing else matters but it matters,
we gotta start feeding our souls
Hey little sister I heard you went to Mr. So and So’s
knock knock-knockin’ on his door again last night
Said you needed more
Little Sister by Jewel Kilcher – Pieces Of You.
Categories: Uncategorized
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There must be a reason why i was introduced to Nick Deocampo of the Mowelfund Institute at the Malaysian Independant Film Festival. I am fascinated by his devotion, dedication and energy to the truth. Showtime is right to be SO GAY this year – QAF and TLW are getting emmy nominated. Astro going to have a hard time trying to cut out/blur out lots of stuff. bwahaha!
This year marks the second coming, the sequel of The Pink Film Festival celebrating 10 (thats ten to those who cant believe it) years of GLBT pride in the Phillipines. The festival runs June 15 until July 11 in SM Megamall, Manila, Baguio, Iloilo and at the University of the Philippines Film Institute. Nationwide screenings will follow in all SM cinemas.
Appropriate enough and in conjunction with was their ‘A Midsummer’s White Dream’ which ran for 3 DAYS – 3 FIERCE PARTIES – 9 AMAZING DJs – 1 DIVA (so it reads in its website – heheh). Since Zara is on such a mad sale, i’m stocking up my whites. Cause i’m going to go to one. Better still I’m going to MAKE ONE HAPPEN.
its not that things are not happening in KL. it is.
its a lot of playing under the sheets which pricks my patience.
it’ll happen (not in malaysia, not in two hundred years says my dad). Gay Pride Saturday in London, Pink Saturday in Makati – 7840 Makati Ave, Makati City; Tokyo’s 13th International Lesbian and Gay Film Festival
- so ya dont get lost ya? lol. haha. yes. its amazing how being online just collapses the geographical boundaries. god bless porn for desperately seeking faster technologies. Maybe soon we can ‘go’ without having to spend so much on travels. But then again, how wld one have fun?
Hot-hot-hot-sweat-sweet
Wet-wet-wet-red-heat
Hot-hot-hot-sweat-sweet
Wet-wet-wet-red-heat
Please don’t stop please
Please don’t stop stop
Stop stop stop don’t
Please please please please
Hot-hot-hot-sweat-sweet
Wet-wet-wet-red-heat
Sticky-licky-trickle-tickle
Steamy-creamy-stroking-soaking
~ excerpt from ‘Contact’ from Jonathan Larson’s Rent
picture source – http://pinkfilmfest.cjb.net/
Categories: Alternatively Yours · Film · Malaysian Film Festival
