Silence is golden.
27.3.06
24.3.06
Remember, remember the fifth of November,
gunpowder, treason and plot,
I see no reason why gunpowder treason
should ever be forgot.
Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes,
'twas his intent
to blow up the King and the Parliament.
Three score barrels of powder below,
Poor old England to overthrow:
By God's providence he was catch'd
With a dark lantern and burning match.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, make the bells ring.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, God save the King!
Hip hip hoorah!
20.3.06
It isnt fair. All i ask is a lil time. I am already juggling so much shit. All i need for christmas is for Tuesday to come. And the days ahead. Please try to understand even though i don't think you do. I havent given up on church. Its just that i don't agree with their practices. Or more like i feel uncomfortable. Give me awhile k? I cant just "kapow!" and like it just liddat. Blah. Back to work.
18.3.06
sorry alvin i have to borrow space again. and it took me a few trial and errors to get your username and password right. gosh.
it's amazing how a few months can bring about so many changes in people. it's as though i no longer know you anymore. so church might not be going well for both of us, i never expected you to give up sooner than me.
and i really looked up to you.
now i dont even see a source of hope.
budget club here i come.
12.3.06
Alvin in more ways you can imagine!
http://www.googlism.com/index.htm?ism=alvin&type=4
10.3.06
Funny. Being wrongly blamed was alright strangely. I was basically laughing it off. Like it was the funniest accusation i have heard in my life. *actually it is. Other then the library incident in Catholic High which got me banned from it.*
I aint pissed about that at all. I am sure you people all heard about accusations against you all your life. Unless you are so blessed and fortunate that you have people eating out of your hand. Which makes you either uber rich or just have a great perfecto character. The thing that bugs me most is that the way I am strangely left out of all communication. I dont blame the gal who mistakenly thought it was me. Nor do i blame the chap for thinking it was me as i guess its only human nature. Sure. I dont know them very well as some others would and i wouldnt believe it will improve anytime soon. But being "aquiantances" for so long, being questioned like that was surely an eye-opener to me.
No effort was put in to find out the truth. Neither was there any phone call demanding whether it was me. it was just: "Ok. I just heard it from my girlfriend. I am going to avoid him now. Never knew he was such a bitch." *K. the last line was my own deduction.* Even up to now there hasnt been any apology nor saying: "hey. She made a mistake. I am sorry." Or is it because everybody thinks i just dont know or am ignorant about it and the matter can just rest quietly as it is. Or maybe I just aren't worthy or important enough to deserve a apology. After all, I am a "aquaintance" aren't I?
Screw this. I am going to put on mine "happy" mask and say hello. =)
It was the best birthday celebration I had in a long time. Thank you.
28.2.06
I turn 2 today. 2 with the big "0" behind.
*cups hands around mouth*
I AM NO LONGER A KID.
Damnit. Why can't we retard the age process. No. that sounds wrong. Imagine giving birth to old people. Ewww. But it would be nice if we all died as babies. Smaller land for burying, wldnt know what is pain, lesser space in the morge! ok ok. Why am i talking bout such morbid stuff so early in the morning. lol. Getting Old perharps.
I think i need to resend the email again. Now where is that shortcut G.O.D?
You are wonderful. =)
25.2.06
TO: Godalmighty@gmail.com
Subject: Please.
God. I found that the traditional way takes a little longer, so maybe you could respond to the high-speed T1 email service that you read everyday. I really wish it comes. I hope and pray for it so bad it is also driving me nuts. Much less her. I just want it to arrive so she will be spared the agony and mental torture of day after day. Please lord. I dont mind carrying few more weights on my back.
P.S: Will confess another day. =)
Your dearest child who was made in the light of you but somehow thinks he isnt at all, Alvin.