I was a quick wet boy
Diving too deep for coins
All of your street light eyes
Wide on my plastic toys
And when the cops closed the fair
I cut my long baby hair
Stole me a dog-eared map
And called for you everywhere

Have I found you?
Flightless bird, jealous, weeping
Or lost you?
American mouth
Big pill looming

Now I’m a fat house cat
Nursing my sore blunt tongue
Watching the warm poison rats
Curl through the wide fence cracks
Pissing on magazine photos
Those fishing lures thrown in the cold and clean
Blood of Christ mountain stream

Have I found you?
Flightless bird, grounded bleeding
Or lost you?
American mouth
Big pill, stuck going down

Holidays are ending. Three weeks past like even faster than the speed of light. Well, at least im proud to say that i've fully utilized my time well. Work, play, exericise and rest ! And tmr will be 5 hours straight of muthu's FIREwall. Somehow, i miss him alot and how frustrated he gets w jean. I'm hoping for something interesting tomorrow!

Speaking of jean, she's like a humongous devil. Blogging about all my embarrassing moments on the net and doing free publicity for me again. THANKS YO. What a bitch. She rejected jobs @ Chanel and SIA for starbucks then claimed it was some good opportunity for her to learn some coffee making skills and the next thing she did was to not go for the orientation! $#%@$#$%^$&!$%*. There goes my dream of having free starbucks. YOU'RE SO FACING MUSIC FROME ME TOMORROW, ZHANG XIAN SHENG!

Volvo Ocean Race is coming and im going back to one degree fifteen ! I so cant wait to see the yachts :D :D