Saturday, May 31, 2008

R.I.P Nugget

1 year plus ago, I adopted you. You used to be so tiny, and insanely cute. I decided to give you a name, "Nugget", cause you looked like a nugget of cuteness in my opinion. Intially, I remember you scuttling around the house, refusing to be pet by me.

But what really impresses me is when even when you are escaping for your dear life, you will run straight towards food. Your dedication to the munchies really amazed me. That is why I fed you with so much goodies during new year and christmas. Perhaps your obesity was due to my excessive feeding. But I know that you will never blame me.

Perhaps, I haven been a really good owner with you, trying to give you away, but deep inside, I really cared for you. I refused to give you to people that I don't think will be kind to you. I hope you will have the heart to forgive me for trying to give you away.

On the 30 of may, when for the first time in my life my heart was so troubled, I was hit with another blow. I saw you being listless, and stroked you. You felt cold to my touch, trembling slightly, and I saw how much weight you lose. I flipped you over and checked on you, and discovered that you looked extremely ill.

For one of the first time in my life, I started praying to god, that you will survive, and for the first time, I started to chat with you, pleading with you to survive at least. I stroke you for little over an hour, and I hoped that I gave you comfort in the last moments of your life.

On the 31st of may 2008, was the day I first shed tears over a pet.

I place your blanket next to you to keep you warm at night.Hopefully you reached a place with enternal sunshine.

I did have photographs of her being buried at the hill, before I am not going to paste it up, cause I rather you people remember her in life rather than death.

R.I.P Nugget.

Saturday, May 17, 2008


Tried prawning, a fun yet pretty sick activity where you catch prawns wasting lot of money when you should have just buy them.
You stick a satay stick through the alive prawn and bbq them,they taste good,but I feel kinda sick eating them.

Ka-hate it or love it,you have to follow ka.

There are times when I wonder why I could have been so dumb,

Why I could have done stuff I never would expect to do,

Then I guess the reason, was because it is you.

Every smile you make will make my legs turn weak,

Sometimes I wonder at the absurdity of everything.

Why did I move so fast? When I used to be slow.

Why did liquor that used to taste so bitter, started to taste so sweet to me now.

Nothing bites more than knowing I will never be the one,

but nothing hurts more than seeing you sad.

If there is anything I could ever do to make you smile, I would do it.

If only I could understand more of your sadness.

I can't give you everything you want, but if I could,

I will give you everything I can.


“Come right in and check out our magic mirror! See it for yourselves, the one and only magical mirror taken from the far realms of the East! Hear-ya! Hear-ya!” cried the sorcerer. A visit to the moving circus was ever so unique, every time it came to our town; there is something new to offer to us. I remember when last year it came; it introduced the incredible fat lady, which was, in a kinda way, a lady who was incredible for her girth. But that isn’t everything; she also has one of the most magnificent voices I heard in my life. One may weep and think of autumns and friends long departed when they hear her voice, the melody of her songs that sooth the throbbing heartaches in us.

Before they introduced her, they also introduced the albino boy; the lion face man, and a bunch of assorted “freaks”. But my favorite was sill the incredible fat lady. People were always laughing at her, yet, all she did was to laugh with them. She seldom sang, but when she does, she only sings sad songs. I wonder if it is what she truly felt at the moment, being ridiculed, mocked, laughed at...

Today was unusual, there was nothing new beside the magic mirror, and all of the freaks were still the same. I came with my clique, the usual guys and gals, and the magic mirror was the final stop we went to. We were tired of bobbing for candied apples and eating candy floss, or trying to cope a quick feel of the girls as we went into the haunted mansion, taking advantage as they press their bodies closer to us while laughing and dissing each other. Life is fun when you were with your friends. I love em, all of em, and I thought that I would live forever.

That was when we heard the boast of the sorcerer about his magic mirror, and that started to attract out attention.

“So dear sirs and ladies, mayhap you have a silver coin to test your mettle against my magic mirror?”

“What does your mirror do, my little magic man? Does it show me my reflection? Or is this mirror the one that snow white’s evil stepmother used to have?” I asked, with approval from the guys, and attracting giggles from the girls.

“Do you mock me sir? What this mirror does, is to show you what you truly are, and how ugly others can be in their heart, do you dare enter alone? If not, take back your words, and with a silver dollar, all may have a good look with me beside”

If there is anything I hate, that is looking bad in front of my friends, and with stupid encouragements like “you the big daddy!” and such ego-boosting words, I stepped into the tent cautiously to take a look at the mirror.

What happened next was totally unexpected, as instead of my own reflection, I saw someone who looks familiar, yet his face was horribly disfigured, and to my horror, I realized that I was looking at myself. I threw the can of coke I had in my hand after realizing that at the magic mirror, and the mirror shattered into a thousand separate pieces. This attracted all my friends and the sorcerer, who rushed in to check out the noise, and I almost swooned at the sight of them all.
All of them looks horribly disfigured with rotting teeth a crease filled faces. The worse of the lot was pretty Penny, a girl whom I have been flirting with great success for the past 3 months behind her boyfriend’s back. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her skin was covered with warts and liver spots, and her entire body was covered with scabs, and worst of all, her lips had a twisted sneer... She reached out to touch me, and I was repulsed at her touch, sweet Penny, who was always the girl-next-door, the one everybody like but only I know her true nature, the kisses we steal from each other when her boyfriend, one of my best friend wasn’t looking.

I pushed her to the floor and ran, and everywhere I go, I see the same monsters, not people. Everyone look disfigured, some more than the others, and some almost as bad as Penny. I draw curious stares wherever I ran, in a fanatic dash to get out of this circus. It was at this moment, I heard the incredible fat lady singing her song again, and I was drawn towards the voice. She looked different, she was glowing with radiance, and I thought that she never looked more beautiful in her life before. The rest of the guys from the freak show, also look perfectly normal compared to the disfigured crowd laughing at them.

It was then I realized that this mirror did show me the heart of everyone, the true faces of everyone. My friends, and me, we had ugly hearts. I can’t blame Penny for everything, because even though I was seduced by her, I allowed her to seduce me in the first place. People whom we all referred to as the freaks, even when they were laughed at, they held no ill intent towards others.

There is a reason why there isn't any ending to this story, cause I am never going to finish writing it. Forgive me for not checking the verbs,grammer,or making it sound fluent,cause no matter how fluent I wrote it,it will forever give me a taste of bitterness.
‘Every concept of truth has a huge hole in it’

Friday, May 16, 2008




Saturday, May 3, 2008

Random tale

Some called they trannies, others called them born people born in the wrong body. Me, I call them monsters. They are like cancer cells, slowly spreading and taking over our body natural defenses, eroding and erupting like tumors all over. Initially, they were ridiculed, and easily separated from normal people. Slowly, as technology and science advance forward, they became harder to detect, prettier, accepted as part of our society, become teachers, models, and if that wasn’t bad enough, politicians. This is a story not about how they eroded modern society, but of how they took everything I had, my friends, my future, my hopes, and my sanity.

They are like the darkest creatures of the night, as their long fingernails caked with dried blood and dried semen; try to reach from the abyss to wrangle the neck of any unsuspecting males. Their howls in the night chills my very bone, as I recall the horrors of day pass, when I lose two of my best friends when we were bashing our way through changi village for supper. Their piteous cries haunted me till this very day, but there was nothing I could do, the trannies were too many. They started to mock at me, while having a deathlike grip on my crying friends, and they mock at me with their fake breasts, and started to sneer at me while shaking their hips in a thrusting motion.

I howled fleeing the accursed place, the mocking stares, and the disbelieving looks from my brothers, my friends, the two men I betrayed in my own weakness.

I have never forgiven myself till this day. I didn’t believe in god anymore, who could? Do you believe in god? If yes, can you tell me why he let my friends get viciously raped and murdered by a gaggle of trannies? What was it that I am going to tell their grieving widows? “Sorry, madam, your husband just got sexually abused and murdered by a bunch of marauding transsexuals.” Do you think this would cut it?

I didn’t even attend their funerals. February 29th, the irony of everything, cause this was the day Lionel and Wen died. It was supposed to be one of the happiest days of Lionel’s life; he had just registered his wedding with his girlfriend of 3 years that day, and had planned to get married next year on the same day. He was joking that at least he only had to buy a wedding anniversary gift once every 4 years. Now he would never be able to get another gift again.

<---Lionel, when he was caught, he was like a fish flopping around on a boat without water, only more tragic looking

Wen, my best friend, and all I can remember of him now was his fingernails digging into the hard granite floor, bleeding from his feeble attempts, fanatically trying to stand up, never giving up, even when his clothes were being ripped apart and fingernails were raking his bareback. He nearly did it. I could have reached out and grasp his hand, buy him some time and hit a few trannies. I didn’t. Fear stayed my hands. I saw him stood up, and nearly getting away with his final spurt of strength. But alas, dozens of roving hands groped his body from behind, and his feeble cries grew softer with every meter I ran to distance myself.

<------Wen's cry of fear and pain when he was torn apart physically and emotionally.

A few of the monsters detached themselves from raping my buddies, and started to chase after me, crying out to me to stay and play and shouting out “Man-meat, Man-meat!” What was apparent from their bloodshot eyes, their lust-filled faces, and the saliva coming out of the corner of their mouth in a twisted sneer that if I ran any slower that day, I would only suffer the same fate as my departed friends.

<-----Me shouting for my dead buddies.

I had to take vengeance for my buddies no matter what the cost will be, even if I died in the process, as it is the only way I can make peace with myself. I had to find another one of my friends to help me. Daniel, who was one of our group, thankfully away on a vacation that fateful day. Without any hesitation, he agreed.

Both of us tendered in our resignation letters the next day, and embarked on a journey of self-discipline and training. We hit the gym three times a week, and ran 20 kilometers every other day. We also enrolled in Judo, karate and boxing lessons at night. Since firearms were outlawed in our society, we started to train with makeshift weapons, knifes, batons, and motovol cocktails. (A homemade firebomb)

<------Daniel's last video clip of his will to his beloved and family.Who was to know that it would come in handy?

After 4 years, we were ready. We set out on a journey of no return, preparing to kill those monsters by becoming monsters ourselves. February 29th was the day they died, and February 29th will be the day we remember them.

We started to make a din, and the trannies in changi village saw us. They smile coyly and asked if we wanted to play with their boobies. Daniel shows his middle finger, and I threw two of the cocktails. The fireworks were magnificent, the best I ever seen in my life, as more than half a dozen of the unisex creatures scream in burning agony, while the rest writhed around on the floor in their feeble attempt to douse the flames.

We ended the miserly of each of them by systematically burgeoning each one in the face, and even then they did not stop trying to stroke our buttocks. One of them managed to touch Daniel’s groin and he rewarded that piece of filth by crushing its head with his heel. What happened next was totally unexpected.

The remaining Trannies after hearing the shouts and cries, rush towards us. At first, it was 2 or 3, then in groups of 4 or 5, and finally their last group arrived with more than 10 freaks of nature in it. Both of us were driven into a blood rage, and I am pleased to say that our training came in handy, until 3 of them pounced on Daniel. They drag him to their group, and the raping began. Once they started to rape him, all the remaining trannies ignored me, as to them, raping a man is similar to blood attracting sharks. Daniel asked me to do it. I did what I had to.

I throw two more motovol cocktails into their midst, and killed what was left of our group of 4 in the process. I killed myself that moment I had to kill my friend.

This is my last paragraph, and if you find it, I am probably dead already, as I plan to commit suicide. Please do not let them take over us.

The end. ( This story was written one fine day when I got really really bored and saw the news about ronaldo visiting trannies.In no way or another,do I aim to offend anyone with this story,it is just a spark I can't get rid of)