Friday, 12 April 2013

I Put A Spell On You - Screamin Jay Hawkins

lip sync of I Put A Spell On You. With my face.

Sunday, 7 April 2013

"Lesson on Endorsement"

This as a Saturday Afternoon camel sketch which I completed in 30 minutes.
Title: Lesson on Endorsement
Material: Artline and Sketchpad
For Sale

Wednesday, 22 August 2012

Hiatus Overcame..

after ages, this is what this damaged mind has been able to produce.   through sadness and through turmoil, the beauty has finally come from with, through the veins of anger.  

sketches of hornbill and orangutan made with ballpen / sketchpad

"Come at me bro" (Great Hornbill)

"Tuesday Blues"  (Orangutan)

Thursday, 27 August 2009

Bragging Rights!!! My Interview was in the papers! : )

Hey i was in the papers and i didn't even catch it until today! darned! : )

Great thanks to the Legendary Pooi Ling and Hung Yee from The Star. LEGENDARY..
My section is in bold blue letters below. YAYY!!

Saturday August 15, 2009

Cashing in on offshore investment


INVESTMENT in today’s context is really a big word as we increasingly become globalised in our financial activities. Given the liberalisation coupled with technology advancement, retail investors can easily invest offshore without having to leave home.

An increasing number of stockbrokers offer foreign share trading accounts to clients. They include HLG Securities Sdn Bhd, OSK Investment Bank, HwangDBS Investment Bank and CIMB-GK Securities. Securities houses such as CIMB-GK provide trading in the US market.

A local dealer says the abundant liquidity, overseas government support and liberalisation from the local government have fuelled retail investors’ overseas buying spree.

However, he says offshore investment decisions should be given due consideration and be well thought out before they are executed.

“Every foreign country has its risk profile in terms of investment opportunities based on their respective domestic financial markets and monetary policies,” he says.

Although his brokerage has yet to offer overseas trading, he advised clients who wanted to trade overseas to open an account with the brokerage in Singapore.

According to the dealer, opening an offshore investment account was “fairly easy”. He says the charges in Singapore were cheaper.

Although some offshore trading transactions were still executed via dealers, with the Internet, access to information is much more efficient. Investors can easily key in the counters or securities code to view the share movements as most brokers’ websites provide live update.

Share price movements are provided live on brokers’ websites. Decision-making by investors is faster and easier and they can source information from the websites of each individual stock exchange and companies.

Chan Seng Wah, 63, a retiree says he has been investing overseas for some time now and mostly in Hong Kong and Singapore. He says his investments are long term and mostly in blue-chip counters.

“I managed to buy some blue chip stocks in Hong Kong after the prices have been beaten down recently,” Chan says, adding that he is happy with his investments and prices have appreciated substantially.

Chan says overseas investment for him represents added opportunity and is a way to diversify.

“For example, the US and other foreign shares do not always move in tandem. When one is up, the other may be down, and vice versa,” he adds.

However, he says he had also made wrong market predictions and bought warrants, recording some losses. He recalls his shock when the Hang Seng Index plunge from 28,000 to 20,000 last October.

“Since the credit crunch I have become more cautious,” he adds.

For investors with the patience to do their research, international stocks can offer big rewards.

Benjamin Samin, 28, a project manager, started trading forex because the start-up capital was low. He spent a lot of time googling and a lot of time sitting on the floor of Kinokuniya and MPH to learn about the market.

“We can start with a small capital of US$1,000 and easily make returns. The forex market trades at a volume of four to seven trillion a day, so no single news or big investor can affect the market like it does in stocks,” he says.

Moreover, the market is open 24 hours, six days a week, he says, adding that it is good for people with a full time job as they can trade at night.

“The brokers usually give a margin to traders, at an average of 100:1, for example, for every US$1,000 you trade, you actually control a US$100,000 unit and the profits you get are from the investment of US$100,000,” he says, adding that in forex, the price fluctuations are relative to the economy of a particular country. So it trains you to have a larger view of the global markets, and to think like an economist.

“Although many people have lost much money, sometimes entire savings, in the forex market, it is vital to set stop losses intelligently on every trade to manage losses.

“Everyone will make losses, but it is when they don’t cut the losses that’s when they make the biggest mistakes and end up shutting down entire portfolios. If you can manage this, the volatility of the forex market gives a good 20% to 40% return on very short-term trade,” Samin says.

He started to make profit within four months. “I lost a good sum to start with, but I consider that my education.”

Lim Mee Ying, a housewife, says it is difficult for her to invest offshore and do all the necessary research so she parks her savings with managed funds.

She started with RM1,000 and has been getting steady returns higher than the fixed deposit rate, which is not a major feat considering how low the rates have dropped.

“Managed funds will presumably get you the same level of returns with less time and a lot less angst,” she says, adding that she looks forward to the statement from her management company as she usually gets good news.

Admittedly, a large number of investors are excited about being able to put their funds in foreign financial markets that suit their investment and risk profile. To them, the diversity and freedom to explore products from different markets add some spice to their life.

However, there are also conservative investors who are not so upbeat about investing abroad because they feel that offshore retail investment is too risky and not worth the time and effort.


Heres the link to the article guys. Print it, frame it and hang it on the wall okay.. i'll autograph it later. haha: ) and a happy ramadhan to my Muslim Friends

Thursday, 20 August 2009

S.O.S. - Sadness Of Society

Surrounded by neighbors yet alone

Covered in news yet we know nothing

Strum the beatiful notes of a guitar to a crowd and no one listens

Climb a mountain and the top of the world doesnt come

Saturday, 25 July 2009

In Memoriam - Yasmin Ahmad

Mak... sakit mata mak... : (

Thursday, 23 July 2009

Which Time Warp has BEN been missing in? MOTHER FOREX-ERS!!

Hey mis amigos!! If you've been wondering where the secret gardens of the mind has been, haha, it's been busy doing my new business... my poetry is still locked inside here, but we all need to scrape a living no? so come PLEASE check out my new business blog at :


For those of you who are new to the concept of forex, THIS is how you trade on my dear platfrom MARKETIVA. I'm not promoting it per se, but it's probably the most trusted and the simplest one to use yet.

All this TALK of just forex has got alot of people drooling the floors, but it gets tough to visualize amidst the sea of technical jargon. well? HERE IT IS!! haha.. if you look closely at the pictures, u will see a column named "points" (aka pips). These number will represent the profits made in terms of points, regardless of the investment size.

As long as it's ALL GREEN, u are a profit maker, and you are what we call here, A MOTHER FOREXER. hahaha. Everyone will come across RED pips regularly but as long as you learn to manage your risk properly, you can avoid losing the BIG BIG BIG BIG BIG sums of money (like i did... at least i lost weight) trying to learn the market.

I will be posting more info on this and as Don Corleone once said, I'll make you an offer you can't refuse. No horse heads though. AND I PROMISE YOU I WON'T POST MILES OF CRAPPY TESTIMONIALS!!! They SUCK big time.

YOU can learn this stuff if u have half a brain.

I'll be teaching anyone who's here in Malaysia, with very one-on-one classes, maximum 5 - 7 students at a time. And it's WAYYYY CHEAP! I will teach till u get it. For those overseas, I'll be giving online tutorials via a CHAT messenger of your prefference and u get extra reading materials.

As of now, if you'd like more info, just drop me an email at leaving me your name and address, and i will call you on a dime. : )

To the rest of you Mother Forexers and PIP Farmers out there, GOOD LUCK! wait for my daily news columns : ) adieu!

Wednesday, 10 September 2008

Sex, Drugs, Alcohol, Business and Rock & Roll

Ahh the sweet effluvial aroma of the venue in which has borne witness to my many sober and unsober contemplations.. one quite incomprehensible to others, but relevant nonetheless.

And just like that, due to unforseen circumstances, my condition in absentia has enraged many... ok ok, hold the tomatoes and slippers.. before you throw them in this general direction, it all can be explained. I have left this space unattended to for so long.


there's always a but with ben; BUT, in the course of my missing-ness, there are MORE stories to tell, more thoughts to fondle and more conundrums to reconnoiter..

I'm here, so you can start your tomato throwing now.

I miss ALL of you, i wish i could've been there for ALL of you more, but it is in this sense that i am able to grow. mentally, and sideways.

sigining in,
Captain Adrift, Ben

Friday, 7 March 2008

The Threads Zoo (5-6 April 2008)

For once, i might just treat this blog like a proper conformed human does and post something with relevance to human lives besides the literary conundrums that could lead a profile to assume that i'm a serial killer : )


There are some very dear friends of mine opening this brilliant entrepeneurial venture explicitly named "The Threads Zoo", and what these group of people (spear-headed by our very own model / artist, Deanna Ibrahim) have envisaged in their twisted artistic minds is to have a flea market ala woodstock, bohmeian, nomadic; u name it. If they roam and they're hip, they've got it all.

At this flea market with perks, "lifestyle traders" of all manners will actually congregate here to sell and pedal their wares and here's the niche : primarily, fashionista ladies who have been selling their clothes online via their blogs can use this as a platform in which to finally visit their clientele face to face.

Ergo, since we have this pretty little target market flowing in, we even encourage sellers of independant books, independant recordings, or just simply to sell ur old CDs. Anything that's carriable, lifestyle related and HIP.

AND the plus side, as opposed to steamy sweaty outdoor flea markets, we have it indoors, basking in the comfort of this special technology named airconditioning! perrgghhh!!

So literary flowers aside, for the sellers, it costs RM100 per rack, per day. And for the buyers which is ANYONE WHO HAS FEET AND CAN COME, leash all ur friends in and bring wads and wads of cash because everything'll come cheap, i.e. designer stuff that models have only used TWICE.

So if i missed out anything above or should you need any further details, please do not hesitate to contact either myself of Deanna via the following details:


Myself, Benjamin
h/p: +6019 693 2181
blog: uhmn.... stupid

Date: 5-6 April 2008
Venue: TTDI Plaza
Sellers: RM100 per rack, per day
Buyers: As much money as u can bring, because the stuff is CHEAP! (RM20 - RM100)


Sunday, 2 March 2008

Quiescent II - Influence, Inspiration

The greatest treasures are those that are invisible to the eye but found by the heart.

so DUM MARO DUM, my friends.. my dear dear friends.

Dum maro dum

Miti jaye hum

Bhola soba syum

Hare krishna hare rum

enjoy it while it lasts, because truth is, it never does.

-Ben Dover

Thursday, 14 February 2008


frivol away the purples of lavender
siphon the colors that fill the trees
transcend the empyreal clouds
which now cradle amongst the feet

why does my heart not smile
when it stares in the face of beauty
why do my eyes look forth
yet spot nothing but horizon

pull down the sun
for the light that shines cause naught but pain
kill the birds for they sing nothing
but dissent

take a cloth and wipe the sky
for the stars show nothing
but glimmers that set you lost

hold out your fingers
swing all you need
and your nails will brush
with hopes, long forlorn

stare to your heart
strain your eyes
stare long and fruitful
till rise the bleeding tears

where is the worth
where lies the cost
what is left
for it is all lost

for it has been taken

for she is gone...

(little doth man learn from his antecedents of power. sadness knows no bounds. like death it touches the rich, the poor, the young, the old, the sexy, the haggard, the good, the bad and of course, the ugly. save me. a hope forlorn. happy valentines day everyone.)

Monday, 28 January 2008


My room flooded.

My carpets got soaked.

I hung my room out to dry.

Never has water been so uninvited, yet so present.

Never has there been more.

I hung myself out to dry.

I cried buckets...

I miss it

To watch the meniscus unsheathe

The grandeur of it


(found out that i'm not entirely a sociopath either... my emotions are unfeigned; at times. For what do you do when you find out that you're 100% incapable of emotions. to find out you're less than animal. what.)

-Damp captain

Thursday, 17 January 2008


This is what happens when you permit yourself to allow minute external factors to govern your perseverance and your rationale: you become a jobless bum.

It's a well deserved break that i embark upon, but as i sit here, insignificantly collecting dust and draining the scarce resources that line the outer walls of my bank account, i get worried to death. What's next? How many more anvils can paradise throw down?

I have muddled through this blog and it has sputtered out a trail of perturbation that hasn't pleased many and is not intended to, but in someways gives insight into how i've travelled from being a man who wanted to revisit his imperfections because he was turning into a yuppie, and finally into one who has not completely revisited anything, and is no longer a yuppie by means of unemployment. And in this course of time, i believe i deserve to take this time to


Not entirely la, i'm not 16 anymore. so i drew myself a tattoo of a rose. For the kid AND the woman in me (for my merry friends and readers, i'm still pertty much straight). And i have also discovered that i can complete the rubik's cube in under three minutes, that emotions truly are never relevant and that dried out cigars that have been at the back of your drawer for the past 7 months taste like burning a roll of newpapers. sure woke my lungs up.

So now, i will gladly present to you... uhm..... i'm out of wit. the pen-drawn rose on my arm.

Fear and Loathing in Joblessness...

where's everyone who's eyes held naive promises that they'll be there for you when you need a human tissue. no where in here. not home.

Thursday, 3 January 2008


Though my steps through life have been both slovenly and clumsy, I, as a human being have been granted the benefit of witnessing the harsh realities that bites down on the everyday person, shoved in my face with a rude vigor not unheard of, neither coveted.

And via these minute (albeit many) facets of chance, I have watched testament after testament that people are easier inclined to obtain traits that are deemed brave, be it in a positive manner or otherwise. It’s general knowledge (although it does not apply to all) that people act in the interest of acceptance, either by a group of peers or by a single other person. And you will hear a great number of denials after this statement saying that “I do this because I believe in helping others”; “I BELIEVE” is the phrase that drives the deed, as the individual strives to convey this image of him/herself as being gold-hearted.

Of course there are the few in which these do not apply.

And this brings us to the knowledge that the reason why we refuse to perform great deeds, is because whatever great deeds we perform are paled in comparison to the glorification of, say the man who signs over the HUGE cheque, or the woman who invented sustainable cold fusion so Russia can live throughout their winters.

When a man is easily inspired to entirely alter their perceptions towards certain aspects based on the convergences of little moments of what we could call divine afflatus, why is it so strongly prevalent, the ongoing idea that mankind will be influenced by great deeds of men/women/child/hermaphrodite of whom are forced into being heroes of circumstance whom are then publicized and commercialized, when it is those who perform tiny acts of altruism driven by nothing other than choice that create the heavyset difference that inspires people to adopt momentary disregards of self…


WORRSSHIIPP MEEE!!! Haaaakakakakakaka

Sorry. The espresso chocolates have kept me awake and I have jabbered senselessness into the night. I have currently 5 incomplete items that I wish to post, but I am stopped by the fact that:

1. The items are incomplete
2. I can't complete them because i'm uninspired
3. Espresso Chocolates
4. I can't remember
5. As Truman Capote once said, failure is the condiment that gives success it's flavour.

: )

Happy reading & Sleep tight,
your sailor-boy (regulated)

Friday, 28 December 2007

Making Mallanaga Vatsyayana Proud

HMMMNNNNNN.... how could such an irrelevant piece be a huge booster to a man's ego?? give it a shot for yourself and see what loads of crap they'll tell you. I'm tempted to believe them though.. kekekekeke..

adieu and farewell

-Ben Dover

Tuesday, 11 December 2007

Garblemouth of Sumfing-amajig

yet again, we wonder how such subdued facades can produce the most raging insights into the interiors? today, i sat for a computerized exam and for all convenience, the internet in which these abstruse and esoterically irrelevant questions were transmitted, was down. Fuckers.

welll then, at that glitch in the moment in time of crucial bearing, the all-legendary doodle hand came out. the momentousness of the moment brought out the storm. they're gonna get it now. watch out...

: )

hahahaha the praises are expected again, this time....

signing out,

-your messed up captian

Thursday, 6 December 2007

Cigarettes in the Rain

Standing here in the deluge of water
as inundated by the heavens itself
breathing through the air that the rain lets be
ponder the significance of certainty in puissance

stare up to the once azure sky
cigarettes moist, flames yet ablaze
pointless ruses to sustain man's yen
for judgement on animus, inane and vain

(how insignificant we are to the powers of the world yet we stomp around like two bit gangsters in china-town.... we don't forsee change, yet we dwindle how much we choose to know. Please note that this is a draft. Dreadful writers block again, as i am un-mused)

Saturday, 10 November 2007

When Hearts Grow Fatter

Je suis de retour...

the pain through the arms
of he who strikes
the flawless note
of a violin
the strings though wrenched through spine
accosting tears hidden
clandestined to stagnate

the pain of acoustics
reverberating through every inch
of that which makes us be

the cries of plight
from the solace of deep within
burys the pleasures of a million silk beds

delectations as caressed
on the nape of the neck, the thighs
the calves and the space running down one's chest
as this note struck encompasses
and all is deemed lost but the island where the note is derived

the violinist's vehemence
upsurging the staccato
as the legato loses ground to the imminent triumph
the triumph of man
defeat the dark and the light alike

as a simple breath is drawn

in the big hush

as voices carry through the airs of neutrality

as hearts decimate in a din of nothing

the promise of love ensues from undecided truth...

the beauty, the pulchritude.

(I'll give you guys three guess what this poem is all about. Clue = fundamentals of procreation)

The dry spell is gone i am reinspired. and am reminded of the epidermic feel, the human contingence. Like cradling fragile crystal flues, setting them gently on satin, to the bulldozer-like motions our physique is made capable of. Brutal and beautiful all at one.
And the feel of hearts incontiguous. How i am reminded. How old i have become. Damn, a few more years, i'm gonna look like letterman.

one of the few i'm writing, happy.

Tuesday, 2 October 2007

Vain Pot

I happened upon a blog that truly does the effort of bringing together the un-judged, un-adulterated, un-bigoted and true blue expressions of the inner self via poetry.

here, you can find the raw, unstudied styles of penning (that's a compliment), that somehow achieves to bring you close to the sense of the word it self.

and on this blog, they did a post where we were to contribute a stanza to an ongoing poem, which abruptly ended with my two-bits. cheeeyy... (my part is in blue)

From Poet's Who Blog

It's bleeding skin, visible sin-
a haunting and obvious chorus.
Weep for us, weep for us.

Toils in stone and dust, and
crimes of love and lust;
now scarlet gash binds us all

Memories faded, lives wasted
woven sins and joys infested
we tread along, we trudge alone.
in the hopes of the joys unknown
Wounds and burns still live on
still we tread along, we trudge alone.

to trudge along these shores ajar
baren woes, like smoothened pebbles
worry all that which carries no weight
worry none for the shores afar

First three lines by Sara from The Shores of My Dreams
Next three lines by Nishant from Absorbed
Next six lines by Soham from The Soul and the Witness
Next four by Ben from Resonance of Reverberations

After reading this, i expect praises from everyone. I'd praise myself but that'll make me appear to be narcissistic and vain, and that is not the message that i'd like to bring across. Self praise is no praise after all.

So please, let the flattery and the accolades of adoration pour in and flood this poor little struggling heart of a portfolio manager.

Salut! Je ne fatigue... ZZZzzzzzzzzz......


St. Augustine once said that evil has no embodiments...
evil has no manifestations and has no form
evil was but an absence of good. Man's true self is good, but when he chooses to commit an evil act

he is but turning away from good
from who he truly is.


through my vast research into the human psyche, extensive exercises of deduction, and the multitude of emotional pursuits i have performed via experimantions vis-a-vis theoretical imperatives, i have found out the following:

There are no humans. There are only monkeys. The axiom = if good is found in man, good does not exist for there is no man. there are only monkeys.

Rationale: When one man brutally murders or rapes another human being (for example purposes), they say his act was "heinously inhumane".

Inhumane = lacking the qualities of a human, i.e. compassion, pity. Animal like.

animals do not rape, do not murder for the 5 dollars, do not take pictures of naked children, do not torture masses of populations by means of terrorism or kill in the name of God.

Ergo, if the arithmetical probability of the axiom is correct, here is no man.

Only monkeys.

hahahaha... today i am feeling irrationalbly resourceful, due to the reciept of a boost of inspiration from a past shadow.

Wednesday, 29 August 2007

The Outstanding Journey of the Pen

a tiny crumb
on a chest of burden
a bag of pens
yet heavy the hands that steer the quill

stood a arbiter
the social isolation of an individual
stood the voice
of a thousand in one

ajar, the hat atop the head
tributaries part from rivers
of ink
of a crumb
of burden

(i need redemption from the writer's block. it's been omnipresent for far too long. if anyone can tell me what the poem means, thou shalt have gained my undivided respect for life)

-the lost captain

Thursday, 16 August 2007

Doodles - The Inherent Beauty

I have hence encountered the fearsome writers block but in the transition of literary mental secession, i have begun to doodle... : )

I was awaiting the the arrival of the highly unreliable public transport and my brain was irredeemably restless. I pulled out my pierre balmain pen (which traditionally writes like crap but looks good in my breast pocket, and was also a gift from a dear one) and started doddling on "the sun" paper.

Through theories of deduction and processes of elimination, i have deduced that the only time art is good is when it comes directly tied to an apparent emotion, e.g. boredom, fear, sadness, rage. I know it's a commonly know truth, but never did i expect this to be with such discernible truthness.

When we sit down with a pure intention to write, the abominations that result are horrible. But when you paint (either with a brush or with words) out of extemporary action, the beauty shows.

The beauty shows in honesty. In it's pure crystalized form.... With social conformity set in man's minds, these simple truths have expended into walls upon walls of superfical constituants. Simply put, when we truly madly deeply become our true selves without the need of any external factors, beauty always prevails. It is inherent in ALL of us, but for some, it's far too deep to retreive.

PURSUANT to that, i come to my point. I would like to boast a doodle i did this evening. It is nothing compared to what i used to be able to do, but i think with a little bit of honing, i may yet again retain my sketchers touch. This was just inspired by the strong wind that blew through the station.

(I know that this mile long explanation does not justify such a simple doodle, but it makes me feel good and i'll boast nonetheless)

p.s. now that i have deduced this, coupled with some pretty good advice from dreamer idiot (eugene), i shall be posting more poetry which i have jotted / doodled in my little black book, to subject it to all of your scrutiny and seasoned criticism. Truly appreciate it.

Monday, 30 July 2007

Fecundity of the mind

This is a tribute to the mind. Where beauty mixes with gruesome horror. Where regardless of the efforts of man, beauty doesn't always seem to prevail... especially nowadays. And people seem to use their ding-dongs less and less; common sense is no more common.

evidence of the mind
found among anger's deformations
which little chokes, whence attempting to find
sanctified beauty within imaginations

to estimate malice
the short distance travel of thought
the foresight of grandeur
merely a breeze blown in a draught

fecundity of the mind
engage in greatness
waste not wisdom to conform
the power of amplitude, wastes not the will of percipience

daydreams fill the day with dreams...
this is Ben signing out and setting my brain to hibernate and defragment (sleep)

Friday, 20 July 2007


I dug up some of my miscellanous papers that have been cluttering my room for the past few years and was about to dispose of them when i chanced upon a few sketches i drew 7 years ago. I thought it would be worth showing off and make me feel good about myself for a while, albeit my personal reveries being short lived, for (God forbid) i can't draw like this anymore. Practice makes perfect, and no one's perfect. So screw it. So tell me what u guys think ok? I don't think i'll be chancing upon many of these in the future.


small price for the development of the arts.

: ) si c'est bon!!

P.S. - forgive me for the substandard images for i shot them with a poor quality camera
P.P.S - there are a liiiiittle bit more but i won't post them all now, for fear of overshadowing the real stuff... ahhaa..

Wednesday, 11 July 2007

Fallen Soldiers

fights of bane strewn pale

colors point far to the lands of hope

hearts of leaders stay left for sale

why we pursue, this fear of fear

close our eyes, advance the sword

through the bond of men

men who cannot hear

brothers be, after a war

brothers don't stay, anytime else

(let's stop the crap. shit, i feel like John Lennon now)

Saturday, 7 July 2007

Authority on Sloth

how heavy these bones
that carry the skin upon which it rests
oh the apathy for the lack of motion
when all is languid at its best

attempts to attempt
none but dormancy prevails
inertia swings form left to right
attempts are to no avail

oh how lazy these bones
that try and try
yet like bricks and stones
the once powerful clock scratches with a sigh

save me from torpescence
no aphorism may state the unstated
for this state remains listless

(shit i'm so lazy... even typing this out has been an ultimately sluggish effort and my fingers defy me by staying faineant. somebody help me! take me out of this slump!)

-socially maladroit

Thursday, 5 July 2007


Sit here,
sit here and you shall be whole.

sit here and all is good.
sit here with me, without me, it doesn't matter.

this chair is yours
sit, rock and sway.

this chair is comfortable
this armchair is plush and soft, but the rails are hard.
this armchair is velvet and hairy, suede at best...



Shadows of you

You should know
that there are pieces of your mouth
left here unintentionally

it follows around
the shadow of you
and it costs the world to breathe

today i'm thinking of you
with some new memory
and some gray old history
i trip everyday without thinking
just with the shadow of you.

sweetnesses in my life are ripped away

i'm here...

Wednesday, 4 July 2007

Technorati Registration - Please Ignore this

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Monday, 2 July 2007


marvels of nature
lay not in the great
not in the vast
save in the seas of slumber

hit the sack
catch some shuteye
waddle in slumber
steal sixty winks

from who is it stolen
for the thief marvels
in the great, vast
seas of slumber

-shagging the sack

Saturday, 30 June 2007

In Memoriam - Lovena Loo

if life is important

then why is it so fragile

why is it so hard to hold on to

when living is what we do best

you have taught us that life is worth living

the sheer power of living to the fullest

live on

you always will

farewell friend

Friday, 29 June 2007

Axioms, Truth

orphans of silence
words append the forehead

speak as you may
of the diefication of truth
where the truth lays indiefied

repudiate as you may
of the semblance of truth
succinct formulations of principle
consice verbal brevity

beauty of tongue points not to truth
for truth is furthest

from tongue itself.

-ben, threatened by pens of falsehood

Kiss - A classic revisited

A peach is a peach

A plum is a plum.

A kiss ain't a kiss

Without some tongue.

So open your mouth

And close your eyes

And give that tongue

Some exercise..

Hah! A classic revisited.. Pucker up!!