tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-103726492011-11-24T07:05:47.637+08:00**Tell me where is fancy bred...** - W.S.See the clouds of white house the floating kite,
watch the dreamy sun, warm her lovely bun; Look, the skies of blue, winds of storm ensue; sip the coming rain, here we go again... Sammy Samsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15001635957059053762noreply@blogger.comBlogger491100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10372649.post-1118350818008693082005-06-10T04:49:00.000+08:002005-06-10T05:00:18.016+08:00it's true i've had my days when i was lost, hiding and running away fr reality. but no longer. how karen influenced me, i used to misunderstand, but no longer. since u dun wanna believe what i said, it's ok. and those 2 cocky ones who think i dun dare to write abt them, they're freakin' wrong. i dun force ppl up the wall, i'll save 'em some pride, especially the 'eloquent' one. totally Sammy Samsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15001635957059053762noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10372649.post-1118252783378430672005-06-09T01:21:00.000+08:002005-06-09T01:46:23.386+08:00i can tell u honestly, i've never been fake w u. not w u...if i'm lying let me burn in hell forever. i won't try to talk my way thru u, but i'm here to clarify some misunderstandings. i dun wanna draw a list of how they influence u. if there's a chance i'll talk to u personally. but first, the few misunderstandings...i nv call u a hypocrite, nv had, nv will. the last post was meant for lor and Sammy Samsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15001635957059053762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10372649.post-1118087469413493122005-06-07T03:04:00.000+08:002005-06-07T03:51:09.416+08:00in response to yr feedback...1. first of all, she may not tell me everything, but whatever she did to u she told me. how she shouted, slammed the phone on u...everything.2. i din say u meant to not to talk to me at all.3. i withheld things i shouldn't say for many times; i briefed her on u guys selectively to shield u guys. but i can't do tt all the time.4. everybody gives selective info to Sammy Samsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15001635957059053762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10372649.post-1117996161990172532005-06-06T02:23:00.000+08:002005-06-06T02:29:21.993+08:00well...and so u've read. i just wanna let u noe tt i'm not talking abt u. u feel tt i am, coz u're pretty close to them. i won't deny i was before too, but i'm making my choice to take a turn. u're different fr them, admit it or not. u dun hav to be influenced by them. i dun hav to, and i chose not to be anymore. i can't prove anything to u now of coz, but i'll just let time tell the rest...Sammy Samsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15001635957059053762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10372649.post-1117993948273847342005-06-06T01:41:00.000+08:002005-06-06T01:52:28.276+08:00Oprah Winfrey once said that u dun need many frens who luv to go for rides w u in yr limo. u just need a few who'll take the bus w u when yr limo breaks down...how true is tt hur...how well can u distinguish between yr true frens fr the rest? when the weather is gud, the sun's not too hot, the sky's blue, they wouldn't mind hanging out w u, talk tt talk, laugh tt laugh, fag tt fag...; but when Sammy Samsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15001635957059053762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10372649.post-1117734039095806282005-06-03T01:37:00.000+08:002005-06-03T01:40:39.100+08:00Read not to contradict and confute, nor to believe and take for granted, nor to find talk and discourse, but to weigh and consider - Sir Francis BaconSammy Samsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15001635957059053762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10372649.post-1117573460835273992005-06-01T04:52:00.000+08:002005-06-01T05:04:20.853+08:00back to my previous post abt being responsible...ppl often say circumstances forced them to do this, to do that, but how true is that? circumstances do create the settings/conditions, but whether or not it influences yr reaction and decision is entirely up to u. as the famous maxim goes: life is 10% of what happens to/ard you, and 90% of how u react. the point is, we should never put the blame onSammy Samsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15001635957059053762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10372649.post-1117479565762873052005-05-31T02:15:00.000+08:002005-05-31T03:00:10.146+08:00today i'm gonna talk abt 3 people: P, B, and M...Psaid doesn't care much for others, but tt's not true at all. proof? lots of them. said had been fake at times, who hadn't? i dunno what's bothering P, and what's causing these tots to appear. is it tt P had once cared for someone so much and tt person turned out to be an ingrate? and now everytime while caring for others, the memory just keeps Sammy Samsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15001635957059053762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10372649.post-1117392408978327062005-05-30T01:29:00.000+08:002005-05-30T02:59:10.346+08:00i've decided to digress from my previous blog for a while. been thinking abt something else today: abt money...and power...let's just use the term power, coz money gives u some power, yes, i'm thinking abt power on the whole.is power everything? no, it's not, but it's 'something'. look at it on the surface, u can sum up a little abt this 'power'. {if u have power, u can gain respect, be it Sammy Samsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15001635957059053762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10372649.post-1117047814072638232005-05-26T01:42:00.000+08:002005-05-26T03:06:32.616+08:00well, today worked full shift man. took a cab down coz the bus was freakin' late. they can nv be on time wan during the crucial moments...waste my money sia wttooooot...today biz was pretty slow, but no worries lar, i think this mth we'll be hitting the target heh...i dunno why, seems like the ppl ard me are all feeling low; well, is life really a drag? as the old saying goes "life is beautiful" Sammy Samsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15001635957059053762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10372649.post-1116873086962160102005-05-24T02:30:00.000+08:002005-05-24T02:33:36.750+08:00when the supposedly sweet chocolatesturns chokingly bitter on my tongue,when the supposedly caressing rainpound so relentlessly it cuts my flesh,when the thrilling tingling embracefeels so much more like a smother,these fleeting thoughts saunter past the window of my heart...when the jovial warming sunturns scorchingly harsh peeling me off,when the perfect harmonising arc of the rainbowtwists Sammy Samsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15001635957059053762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10372649.post-1116439429515145662005-05-19T01:53:00.000+08:002005-05-19T02:20:37.516+08:00well, today we had 3 new guys joining us. attachment students fr phillipines. the first impression was pretty gud. i hope it'll be the lasting impression too heh...pretty hardworking ppl, if trained properly, they can be great teamplayers. quite happy-go-lucky ppl...but they stay damn far. somewhere near novena. further than me sia...today guess what we hav so many staff on floor haha, beautiful,Sammy Samsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15001635957059053762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10372649.post-1116181271671547352005-05-16T02:06:00.000+08:002005-05-21T01:44:38.756+08:00it's my bday, and i celeb'd it w my gud buddies all, beautiful, vroomvroom, rayne deer and liang ah soh. cool...not a big celeb, but i'm happy really. thanks everyone for everything! and tml's my off day hehe. make-up for today...not bad hur...so what i'm gonna do tml? dunno yet sia...and today i received news abt HOPS ppl who came up w a petition to complain abt thai express management. Sammy Samsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15001635957059053762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10372649.post-1116096119870189012005-05-15T02:31:00.000+08:002005-05-15T02:41:59.873+08:00well, a regular working day, but i unleashed a bit of the "hulk" side of me. really f***ed tt stupid 'fako', and tt she can still laugh hur...heh...dun make me burst and f*** her upside down man. there's a limit to my patience. if i talk to you in my mr.nice guy tone u dun wanna listen, i'll have to use the merciless authoritative tone. dun force me to do tt...i can assure u it's gonna be Sammy Samsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15001635957059053762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10372649.post-1115583031662510432005-05-09T04:06:00.000+08:002005-05-09T04:10:31.683+08:00well, think i'm having insomnia. still wide awake till now. hm, 0407...crazy. tml gonna be zombie again. nothing to rant abt today, or rather i dun feel like it lar. so tired. bz mother's day...but it's cool to hv supper w 'vroom vroom' after a long day's work hee...Sammy Samsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15001635957059053762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10372649.post-1115488470589943602005-05-08T01:15:00.000+08:002005-05-21T01:50:30.983+08:00ever seen the moon so blue with woes,or the stars blinking rueful tears?ever seen the askew rainbows,or the mighty sun withdrawing in fear?ever seen the river choked by it's own current,or the Enchanted Raintree bleeding ceaselessly?ever seen M.Scrooge ever so indulgent,or the pompous M.Napoleon bending his unrelenting knee?i've never seen any of those,and i doubt you have as well;but the pain Sammy Samsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15001635957059053762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10372649.post-1115356644607920652005-05-06T13:14:00.000+08:002005-05-06T13:17:48.526+08:00haha, just called the starhub ppl. my hp's gonna be on in 15 minutes time. finally man haha...man it's raining rite now, dun feel like going to work sia. a bit hungry now, go haf lunch first...Sammy Samsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15001635957059053762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10372649.post-1115316379816399662005-05-06T01:53:00.000+08:002005-05-21T01:51:34.236+08:00hah, guess what. i flunked my 1st day quit-smoking therapy. but i managed to cut down lar. not too bad rite. ppl say it's not gud to stop suddenly, the lungs may not be able to take it, so okie, i cut down first lor...say maybe by the end of the month i'll be able to stop completely? hope so lar hor...man today starhub sent another reminder to me, quite threatening one hor. but i oledi paid leh..Sammy Samsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15001635957059053762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10372649.post-1115230851769031852005-05-05T01:44:00.000+08:002005-05-21T01:40:52.923+08:00i look into the familiar mirrorto see a pathetic haggard faceburrowed with trenches, plastered with pallortruly it has seen better days;o the dark droopy bags, the rotting wall of yellowish brickso the putrid air that wallpapers the oblivious cavernall thanks to the deceptively lulling sticksthat brazenly on my meadows recklessly burn...Sammy Samsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15001635957059053762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10372649.post-1115146619407015722005-05-04T02:37:00.000+08:002005-05-04T02:56:59.406+08:00my off day today...went to watch divergence. long time nv watch hk films haha. not bad lar, but not fantastic also lar. aaron still looks gud for his age, his acting getting beta man...tt filet-o-fish scene, awesome...well there's something abt this movie i like. the truth tt injustice often goes unpunished. tt's the problem w this world nowadays. the bad guys get away all the time, gud guys get Sammy Samsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15001635957059053762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10372649.post-1115056011188892912005-05-03T01:37:00.000+08:002005-05-21T01:40:23.613+08:00finally, tml i get to be off. precious day. think maybe i'm going down to buy tt french slang dictionary. cool...but gotta watch not to overspend haha...may end up buying a lot more rubbish...today this bevy of SQ girls came down to dine. millie still looks gud and classy, though sue din really like her haha. pretty noisy lot, but overall nice ppl lar, guess it's the imbued service line quality Sammy Samsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15001635957059053762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10372649.post-1114886710213360742005-05-01T02:40:00.000+08:002005-05-05T02:25:26.790+08:00i'm really really tired here haiz...too tired to write anything else more...Sammy Samsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15001635957059053762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10372649.post-1114628312639752712005-04-28T02:48:00.000+08:002005-05-21T01:38:52.556+08:00hm...today found this cool blog skin designed by this guy called chris...very cool skin man. marvellous job! my favorite, the incredibles!french-learning is really at snail-pace. how i hope i can have a learning partner. in my dreams maybe haha....meeting nana for brkfast tml. set 5 alarms, i beta be able to wake up...and yes, one more day to pay day! yay! but lotsa debts to clear, wttoooooooot...Sammy Samsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15001635957059053762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10372649.post-1114365654276659982005-04-25T01:46:00.000+08:002005-04-26T01:13:56.103+08:00i've told you all along that i'm serious about you,and everything i've told you it's really really true;i may joke and laugh with everybody else,but only with you my heart truly swells;i may be nice to everyone i know,but i never treat anyone like i treat you so;i dunno what u think of it,but i'm genuine every single tiny bit;i know i'm limited in many many ways,but i only wish you joy every Sammy Samsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15001635957059053762noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10372649.post-1114104999712233242005-04-22T01:22:00.000+08:002005-04-22T01:38:14.256+08:00emancipation...when will the day comethe day of my emancipationwhen my tombstone would not appear so nearand genuine laughter would be once again familiarwhen tears of joy would flow like an everlasting springand my heart would turn flesh and blood againwhen true friends are not so distantand hypocrites are flung out of the axis of timewhen love is a permanent residentand hate is not lurking somewhere Sammy Samsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15001635957059053762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10372649.post-1113418010469357672005-04-14T02:16:00.000+08:002005-04-14T02:46:50.470+08:00if...if i've not seen the grim grey clouds,i wouldn't know how beautiful are the brilliant color pastelsof the long-awaited rainbow arc;if i've not been whipped by the merciless icy winds,i wouldn't really treasure then, the caressing evening breezescarolling in the park;if i've never before sailed the turbulent chopping waters,i wouldn't have yearned for a calm blue sea,or a true santuary for me to Sammy Samsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15001635957059053762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10372649.post-1113156767403373722005-04-11T01:20:00.000+08:002005-04-11T02:12:47.403+08:00early in the morningearly in the morningwhen sammyboy is sleepingnanagirl is bathingoledi...early in the morningthat sammyboy still sleepingnanagirl is walkingolediearly in the morningthat sammy's phone is ringingit's nanagirl who's callingwakey wakeyearly in the morningthat sammyboy is yawningand nanagirl is saying"u're late oledi!"so early in the morningwhen sammy's still showeringnanagirl is gettingbreakfast Sammy Samsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15001635957059053762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10372649.post-1112736644028231192005-04-06T05:09:00.000+08:002005-05-03T01:53:56.190+08:00as i smoke my cigarettedragging deeply to lull myselfi think of many many thingsthings so near and so distantam i really livingor am i just taking life for grantedmy eyes that see things pretty and disgustingmy ears that hear much and nothingmy lips that can be both sweet and bittermy mind going thru the soft breezeand the storm the very next minutemy body in perfect harmonyin spasms the very Sammy Samsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15001635957059053762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10372649.post-1112381664710120542005-04-02T02:42:00.000+08:002005-04-02T03:12:46.543+08:00they say...they say life without dreams is worse than death,i say yes, a mind that fancies not isn't any better;they say a sky with no rainbow is pretty dull,i say yes, a heart that loves not can only wither;they say a tree with no fruits is really pathetic,i say yes, a soul with no aim can only get lonelier;they say life with no love is meaningless,i say yes, like a caramel bar that can be really bitter...Sammy Samsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15001635957059053762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10372649.post-1108491297152711672005-02-16T01:30:00.000+08:002005-02-17T03:26:37.426+08:00my blue angel and red devilhey my man, what's wrong with you you act as if the end is dueyour droopy shoulders, the saggy eyebaga statue of stone that fag and fagwhere has it gone to i wonder aloudthe joy that warms your heart like bright sunshinewhat has happen to that ever giggly rainbow cloudthat which adorns your baby blue sky mindis there no meaning no more in your lifea vessel of flesh you can't be bothered to Sammy Samsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15001635957059053762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10372649.post-1108316141318890292005-02-14T01:25:00.000+08:002005-02-14T01:35:41.320+08:00it's Valentineit's Valentine...i see people on cloud ninesmiling like the bright sunshinebut that is never, never, never mineit's Valentine...my fair princess O where to findthe one with diamond hair and almond eyesthe one with angel voice and smells so nice...muahaha, it's Valentine...Sammy Samsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15001635957059053762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10372649.post-1108065563273153542005-02-11T03:39:00.000+08:002005-02-11T04:25:15.656+08:00the wretched tramp, slowly he trudges
in the muddy path to NoWhere Land
his tattered trench coat so artistically fudged
it accentuates his story-telling tan
he drags his feet forward as such
like a leaking, blotching manuscript pen
many a times he stops to sigh
wondering when his journey'll end
he looks at the eagles soaring high
to fly he wishes he really can
each step he takes, some pieces of Sammy Samsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15001635957059053762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10372649.post-1107801181880593212005-02-08T02:20:00.000+08:002005-02-08T02:33:01.880+08:00Someone Kill Me Plz...i wish someone could kill me off
spare me the agony of lingering
on this land i wander so meaninglessly
my brain feels like exploding
my blood rages in my veins so outrageously
i can't control my heart's outrageous pumping
i can't control my mind rioting so relentlessly
all my cells are slowly dying
those of my mind
those of my heart
those of my lungs
those of my feet
those of my hands
i can feelSammy Samsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15001635957059053762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10372649.post-1107372719251319192005-02-03T03:30:00.000+08:002005-02-03T03:51:30.813+08:00In My Reverie In my reverie
There’s always this sweet melody
The honeyed voice of this gorgeous lady
Waltzing in my mind singing ladadadadi… In my reverie
There are always those crystal velvety streams
That stem from a diamond-studded spring
The magical waters refire my dream
Make them so alive my heart starts to sing… In my reverie
The elves and ogres are so jolly close
Sammy Samsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15001635957059053762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10372649.post-1107283998032611502005-02-02T02:32:00.000+08:002005-02-03T01:51:24.776+08:00The Muahaha SongThere's this little imp called Tralala
bouncing here and there singing a looney song
this song he named Muahaha
yes, the looney Muahaha song...
So here's how it goes...
"Muahaha i go, as i see the guy in the Hugo Boss suit
swaggering down Shenton Way,
his haughty eyes hint of his pride in his pursuit,
that meaningless pursuit of a so-called Elite Way;
Muahaha i go, as i bump into this chick soSammy Samsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15001635957059053762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10372649.post-1107280593318026112005-02-02T01:31:00.000+08:002005-02-02T02:20:08.273+08:00That will be the day...That will be the day,
when the moon shines no longer the intoxicating light
when the birds' chirping becomes an irk
when sunrise is no longer a beautiful sight
when Spring resigns from his routine shift work
That will be the day,
when the rainbow no longer bends a classic arc
when the waters of the stream gush so erratically
when no leaves dance no more in the lushy greeny park
when there loversSammy Samsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15001635957059053762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10372649.post-1107110462263771022005-01-31T01:59:00.000+08:002005-02-01T01:53:23.763+08:00ChristinaWish I could, if I have again the chance
to sit in the same old chair, with my mind in a dance
when out of the blue she came to me
with a beam on her face so lovely
into my hands she shoved a piece of paper
an ad from a journal it was, for me to ponder
"I know you love to write...it's a small writing school
looking for people to groom, pretty cool"
"Er...oh, yep, gosh...thanks, really" was only Sammy Samsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15001635957059053762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10372649.post-1107030600670149972005-01-30T04:23:00.000+08:002005-01-30T23:14:36.593+08:00Come Back My SonTell me something my son,
why have you shun me for so long?
from what I've seen you done,
seems that you forgot to whom you belong;
Is it that I can't give you the thrill
that you have to turn to him?
Is it that I cannot fit the bill
or my sunshine of love too dim?
I don't know really, I don't know
I seem to be going round and round
deeper into the whirlpool of inferno;
My mind is no longer Sammy Samsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15001635957059053762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10372649.post-1106947011793558632005-01-29T05:07:00.000+08:002005-01-31T00:39:33.690+08:00Rains of Broken GlassRains of broken glass
pouring down on the meadow
they come from this very window
from this dwelling of a forlorn soul
a soul so filled with dole
so deep, deep down inside
and darn it's hard to hide,
for look at the raging tide,
whom to no rules it will abide,
that rocks and crush the mind
with pangs of pain that bind...
Rains of broken glass
seem beautiful but alas
they boast of no splendor
nor Sammy Samsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15001635957059053762noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10372649.post-1106939507057551782005-01-29T03:11:00.000+08:002005-01-31T00:41:30.856+08:00Life is Beautiful...They say life is beautiful
tho' for some it can be painful;
I think it's like a diamond
of which
when we look hard enough
every facet of it tells a story,
stories to remember
stories to forget (some of which we just can't).
They say life's not a bed of roses;
I think why not…
after all, the sweet caressing moments,
so much resemble it
so are the thorns of life that comes with it.
So then,
isn't Sammy Samsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15001635957059053762noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10372649.post-1106853031606382742005-01-28T03:02:00.000+08:002005-01-28T03:45:56.210+08:00A Little MisunderstandingMr. Pistachio has two lady pals;
one is called Ms.Hazel, the other Ms.Almond.
They're both like precious gems to him,
he loves them like no one else,
for the sight of them makes him beam
like those jolly merry Xmas bells...
But Ms.Almond's not that happy lately
for Ms.Hazel's kinda acting weird;
so a misunderstanding's creeping in slowly
and this's what Mr.Pistachio'd always feared;
as these Sammy Samsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15001635957059053762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10372649.post-1106768944164916212005-01-27T03:32:00.000+08:002005-01-27T03:49:04.163+08:00The 'Ly' Songhere i'm sitting lazily
on a chair that sways so dangerously
my mind is wandering dreamily
there're imps jumping inside so gaily
they sing and dance merrily
and play their harps endlessly
it sparks my mind so greatly
i can't help but smile happily
so here i'm writing idly
of a poem that rhymes so lamely
this could go on endlessly
this could go on crazily
and now i'm stretching sleepily
my heart Sammy Samsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15001635957059053762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10372649.post-1106764815738901062005-01-27T02:33:00.000+08:002005-01-31T00:44:57.193+08:00The Folks of 'Little Chiangmai'Once upon a time,
in a remote province called 'Little Chiangmai'
there lived these folks called the LeAiChoMaKai(s)
who were jolly beanie merry people
who's hairdos resemble that of a pineapple
the province head is a gorgeous proprietess
who has the air of an empress
yet is a loving mother who's not stingy of caresses;
she has this right hand man called Boliaokai
who's always dreamy and looney
Sammy Samsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15001635957059053762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10372649.post-1106761376924597732005-01-27T01:27:00.000+08:002005-01-29T04:59:18.093+08:00My Advocates' ComplainsTell me something my man
what is it with you these days;
you have doubts more than the grains of sand,
more than the hellish scorching glints of ray,
more than the mortals on this rotting land 5
or the autumn leaves that withers away;
more than all the crows in my orchestra band,
more than the elves in the Enchanted Woods far, faraway...
Doubts? On what?
Have I not let you into my abyss-deep Sammy Samsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15001635957059053762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10372649.post-1106678505239589762005-01-26T02:07:00.000+08:002005-01-27T01:27:04.486+08:00Mr.Prodigalestiermovies, cuisines and ice-cream,
makes his heart jolly scream
of joy and bliss...
of contentment up to the brim
of his wineglass heart that would not stop to dream;
and of his naive unrepentant mind
that perpetually seeks only to unwind,
too indifferent to look behind
to look around...
there're signs of many kinds,
advices of the kind,
curses that can really bind
and get himself entwined,
never toSammy Samsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15001635957059053762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10372649.post-1106675199069489902005-01-26T01:30:00.000+08:002005-01-26T01:53:57.696+08:00The Starry Starry NightThe stars are alive tonight,
or at least they are to me;
the Father Star cuddles the young tight
as close to his breast as can be
while the Mother Star knits a milky blue cardigan
for her little girl infan'
who's slumbering soundly in the cradle of kind Mr.Moon,
who's been lazing around all afternoon;
just woke to help babysit,
help the Mother Star a bit;
small happy family,
warm little Sammy Samsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15001635957059053762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10372649.post-1106599220234375912005-01-25T04:36:00.000+08:002005-01-25T04:43:03.616+08:00it's just another sleepless night...it's another sleepless night
i just can't shut my eyes tight
as i turn left and right
for there is this fight
that rages on all night
the cause to my present plight
it fills my vein with delight
jerks out a throbbing fright
that may seem comical at first sight
but is actually quite appalling from hindsight
though i struggle with all my might
these reins are just so tight
and my veins are about Sammy Samsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15001635957059053762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10372649.post-1106598891608760642005-01-25T04:34:00.000+08:002005-01-27T02:30:30.673+08:00As i smoke my cigarette... As i smoke my cigarette...
I muse at the sights...
Of the charming vamp who sits alone nursing her expresso,
with one of paulo coelho;
Of the sexy gay who banters with his mate,
trying to forget his previous date;
Of the voluptuous single mum so engrossed in her princess,
flinging him into the deepest recess;
Of the waiter who serves a beef lasagna to a pompous indian
who proclaims to be holy Sammy Samsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15001635957059053762noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10372649.post-1106598802017981402005-01-25T04:31:00.000+08:002005-01-31T00:47:48.040+08:00The Simple JoyOut of the inconspicuous bend at the end of the eye,
he sees the one* standing at the bend of the rainbow of tomorrow;
one so familiar yet such a stranger;
one who can never be lulled by a lullaby,
or ever be charmed by the wildest rose which grew in the most uncanny remote valley;
one who however finds solace in the simplest way,
in the moment when he sees their dismayed writhing hearts turn gaySammy Samsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15001635957059053762noreply@blogger.com0