Diary.

I should not break my own heart. But i can't stop this from building up inside of me.

Tribute to a bruised heart.

What you had been writing has inspired my pain

Guess all the words just too magical to open up my can

All the memories ive been tryin too hard not to retain

but i can't,

To put it behind my head do it like a snap

Can't walk back neither can i ever step

Im stuck in between runnin' this fucking lap.

Her beauty clashed and knocked me black aback

Stun me off to drop the plate-rack

Paved the way im no longer a sad-sack

Space got so small yet i felt ever wanna stay

Till one day,

We hang around sitting in the starbucks

Heart pumped so hard like a moving truck

Plucked my little finger things were gettin' hot

Till one minute sweetness all got locked-

The fuck down as her ex came over and spitted shit

Before i could get the picture he pulled her over and just leave

Then is the moment i regret till this hour and eve

It feels like i wasn't made as a man to react and weave

*if 'you' are reading this and feel uncomfortable with your pic in my blog, please do let me know and ill have it removed

Pull-in

In the note i posted in february ' Pull-Out' http://sidesee.blogspot.com/2009/02/pullout.html

I mentioned, president Barack Obama is bringing home its troops after 6 years American young men crossed

the border to topple down Saddam Hussein.

At today's news, titled ' The distance between" 'We must' and ' We can' " It was noted that United States

might send over 40,000 more troops as the commanding general there, Gen. Stanley A. McChrystal, has reportedly proposed.

Barack Obama also described the effort in Afghanistan as

"a war of necessity"

What intrigued me enough is this paragraph.

The idea that American foreign policy must be founded upon a prudent recognition of the country’s capacities and limits, rather than its hopes and wishes, gained currency after World War II, possibly the last unequivocally necessary war in American history. At the war’s end, of course, the global pre-eminence of the United States was beyond question. But Mr. Kennan, Mr. Niebuhr, Hans Morgenthau and others tried to imbue their sometimes-grandiose fellow-citizens with a rueful awareness of the intransigence of things.

In fact, at the end of the article turned out to be quite convincing stating how it means of a war

of necessity

it is over the land of dust,

and set the distinction, differentiated 'What we must' and 'What we can'

7 in the sunday morning.

A joker's nightmare is to get people offended. An offender's nightmare is to get people laugh.

No offense ; No joke.

p.s/ the cake does look lovely! chill & cheer

An amazing actress.

The girl next door or the evil cute girl. She portrayed it in almost perfection. 17, and hotter than the sun already. Natalli, Singapore.

RedDot,

Here's a brewhouse/bar that pretty much turned up to be one of my favorite.

Been there once, tried out 4 outta 6 different icy beers, won the bingo game with the jazz band. So here are just a little brief introductions.
"the beer that you drink here is unfiltered and unprocessed (straight from the tap), and thus retains all the yeast content, original favour, and unique aroma. Each beer is a delicate composition of ingredients. and the product of Ernest's decade long homebrewing experiences."

-Czech Pilsner

-Monster Green Lager

-RedDot Lime Wheat

-Weizen

-English Ale

-Summer Ale

philosophy.

Im zippin' my eyes open wide tryna find the light.

Believing we can set freedom fly like a kite.

With all the complications in sight, discrimination now looks like a fight.

It shouldn't be, just a theory we tryna live.

Equality are written as some shit 'merleis' try to tease.

It ain't right, our human rights, aren't achieved even we are on our knees.

Maybe one night we will all die in sleep, and reborn in a better place where we all can speak.

The truth, where this hell doesn't permit.

The needs that we request.

Where we are all putted to rest.

Let us 'wake up and speak up' and squeeze up this test.

What The B*ke

Re-edited '年轻‘

We all lose our hearts when we are growing up, and at the same time we trust more on others' opinions than our intuitions. We learn to live according to rules that are set by no one, We started to hate more than love. We started to act strong. Westarted refusing to cry or laugh 'cause it might makes us look fragile. We all started to enjoy watching other people getting more miserable so that we can rejoice in our own little world. We haven't forgotten h ow to speak the truth, but only we get so much better in lying. We do things different from what we say. We make promises we don't mean. We get married to someone whom we believe we will love till the end of our day. We say no to fun and adventures because we might put risks on our careers if we forgo to go to office every 9 am. We have children we don't have time to know. We work too hard so that we can get another better looking car. We read news that we don't care. We get afraid to life more than death. We are all way too 年轻 , to know LIFE is not a noun, but a verb.

wall

> 18

'Povertry'~

*taken & written in a sleepless night

Under every street light

That shines into every late night

The evil minds have tempted

Trying to mask our faces to keep us wandered.

-W.S

Weezer - Troublemaker

Put me in a special school

'Cause i am such a fool

And i don't need a single book

To teach me how to read

Who needs stupid books?

They are for pretty crooks

And i will learn by studying

The lessons in my dreams

So turn off the TV

'Cause that's what others see

And movies are as bad as

Eating chocolate ice cream

They only sicken me

Don't let me play football

I'll sake the quarterback

And jack the brother of the ball

I'm a troublemaker

Never been a faker

Doing things my own way

And never giving up

I'm a troublemaker

Not a double taker

I don't have the patience

To keep it on the up

I picked up a guitar

What does this signify?

I'm gonna play some heavy metal riffs

And you will die

You wanted arts and crafts

How's this for arts and crafts?

That's right

I'm growing out my hair

I'm moving out to Cherokee

I'm gonna be a rock star

And you will go to bed with me

'Cause i can't work a job

Like any other slob

Punchin' in and punchin' out

And sucking up to Bob

Marrying a bitch

Having 7 kids

Giving up and growing old

And hoping there's a God