adventures of a couch potato

seven days. each day had killed me in so many ways. overstressed. overworked. under the weather. most likely, over the moon. i circle the floor as i would circumnavigate the globe. a fruitless expedition. a sorry excuse. true to a sliver -- a stalking tool, i am watching you.

what the world needs now is one helluva'n eyecandy. something that could turn heads, could turn back the clock, could turn black into white, could turn heaven into hell and vice versa. it is so sad that kimiko means everything but can't be considered human. "it" could have all the biological --organic-- aspects. it could think, feel, speak, eat, sleep. to me, you are everything but human. you control how the day ought to begin or how it ough to end. how could an android have that power? i hope to find the answer soon enough,  before it falls, fade away, wither away or something else takes it place.

back to the graveyard shift. sowing skull and bones into gold. a few extras won't hurt, especially when eastern tiime coincides with british time. now, i'm having fun. another good reason to come to work somewhat made up, besides i got the extra time. semi power dressing has become a must to show 'em who's boss. you probably know that by now. you could've caught me yapping "what ... sup call?!" or "cold transfer internet banking"  or whatever worthy that comes to mind. sometimes so impish. astig as always. jihoon/jihoon he jun xiang cross breed. it's funny -- bu chi dao ni te mien. let's keep it that way. i'm comfy this side of the ball park. though i can't get this link to work. gei ni chu kua. spongecola rocks!

http://katlink.imeem.com/music/zYtkq1U1/tuliro/

oops you said it again, for the second time 'round. this time, you have your aim right. i heard it all right. it was meant for me, all right. this is a test of limit. a test of apathy. a test of identifying who has the upper hand. today, this i have come to known -- you are one ego-tripping, power-tripping megalomaniac. i may have replied "wo ye sz." hah! my boring attempt to prove that it is taken very lightly and without meaning, as it ought to be. i asked Watson if my hands are freezing cold. yes it was. damn it! 

on this day, i bet you're giyang or lasing, might have conked your guts out for an all-day beerfest with people we hardly know (referring to number one and me). now that you're king of the ops floor. as you say "ako ang batas!" i bet you are happy. at least, from the perpetual smile you flash around, that seem to attract even muggers and pickpockets. you're frame or complexion makes you a likely target. as i (ehem, we) always tell you, "mag-ingat." i still see that sadness reflected in your retina. and i'm sorry for not having an answer or a boddhisattiva-ic advise. still, thank you for keeping me out of trouble all this time -- whether witthingly or unwittingly.

I know what you're doing
I see it all too clear
I only taste the saline
When I kiss away your tears

You really had me going
Wishing on a star
The black holes that surround you
Are heavier by far

I believed in your confusion
So completely torn
Must have been that yesterday
Was the day that I was born

There's not much to examine
Nothing left to hide
I really can be serious
If you have to ask me why
I said good-bye

Cause I am barely breathing
And I can't find the air
Don't know who I'm kidding
Imagining you care

And I could stand here waiting
A fool for another day
I don't suppose it's worth the price
The price that I would pay

Everyone keeps asking
What's it all about
I used to be so certain
Now I can't figure out

What is this attraction
I only feel the pain
Nothing left to reason
And only you to blame
Will it ever change

Come to find
I may never know
Your changing mind
Is it friend or foe
I rise above
Or sink below
And every time
You come and go
Please don't
Come and go

I know what you're doing
I see it all too clear

no worries. everything is clear. wo ay ni, wo te feng yow. ni mei sh ba? wo chi tao le. wo ye sh'

happy birthday adre. to the person responsible for all the success and screw ups of this unsolicited existence -- thank you for teaching me the importance of honesty and being earnest, patience and perseverance, hope and temperance. most of all, how to love without guilt. i hope she loves you more than i have showed or more than i can muster