even rowley cannot skate my heart.

okay hi.

now let me tell you a story of a two boys who went to KL for one weekend. as in 1 day and came back home the next day.


the first boy is Azhar.


the other is Raihan.

they were ex-schoolmates. they smoked in toilets, slept through class, defied teachers, and burnt school decorations.

once they even burnt the school p-e room.(classic.)

and yea, so one day they went to kl and resided in some almost serviceless hotel. when you look out of the window,you see a methodist church which kinda look like a prison.

Wisma Methodist "something"

time was unproductively spent by


watching tv..


lying in bed
writing and drawing
smoking like each cigarette contains vitamin C
thinking...


and occasionally, they'd look out of the window to observe little malaysian chinese girls playing some game i dont know what it's called and boys playing soccer.

at dusk, they went to chinatown to buy this and that and this and that and by 12midnight, theydrank rich PEACH VODKA on the rocks and had hangover on the journey back home the following day.(pictures notavailable)..so WHAT A SPLENDID TRIP!

okay and now my computer still spoilt.
and i write down stuff in a book.


the words you scribbled on the walls.


with the loss of friends you didnt have.

i passed by on sunday
hoping to see you when you returned from service
i passed by on monday
hoping to see you walking home with peace
ad i passed by today
with dead hopes thoughts hard as nails
it's a waste of time
yes it's a waste of time
but i believe those angels under the trees witnessed
when they saw the same boy with the same hopes of seeing the same girl each night.


one thing i loved about singapore is that you live there.