Love is like a butterfly, the more you want it, the more elusive it is to get it; Problems are like mosquitoes, the more you hate them, the more they SUCK!
-jpthedarkknight-
What is not told is the untold, so how can something not untold be not told or in other words, be untold? Somethings are untold when they have been told but you thought the told was untold or it passed by unheard or it really was, untold...


Every time I drive on the North-South highway
I’m bound to see something or someone crazy
Nope not accidents they’re not so frequently
Its drivers rushing like there’s no next day
When I come to Butterworth things get ugly
Big cars with number plates starting with a “P”
Again look at the numbers, they’re all the same
Of course is Chinese, you wanna bet? Game!
You are a businessman, manager so what?
You always busy so you say speeding “boh huat”
People too slow you accelerate and “cut”
Eh come on lar, toll there also wanna “cut”?
“Cut” that time also don’t want use signal
Is it no hands, or you have really short fingers?
Highway people all drive very fast you know?
Not as fast as you la, I only one one zero
I also wanna cut slow drivers
But you behind me always give me pressure
Drive so near and keep flashing me
If I emergency break, we both GG!
Press oil pedal press until so “syok”
Petrol naik you first one “beh syok”
That time see you really make me “syok”
I say to you: “ Save one time. Save lai tok?”
Really degrading my English to voice out my frustration. But still, I really hopes that it adds the “Hokkien” flavour to it….
F*CK you lousy drivers!!!
* Not all Penang drivers are dreadful. But if we were to make a poll, you’ll find the most terrible one’s all right here…
When something cannot be stated
Which may be doomed or fated
Or maybe born and created
From something we loved or hated
It could be something we’re trying to understand
But in the end as if nothing makes sense
Or maybe it’s something that has no end
Or it disappeared just like the sea washed the sand
The me I see is never the same
Sometimes so quiet, sometimes furiously untame
Sometimes damn serious, sometimes plain lame
Never the same as the portraits hanging in their frame
Sometimes it’s you, sometimes it’s her
A test or a trick, I’m in a blur
Before I can think, talk or even slur
Rather not change that status of mine- single
I’ve never really thought of getting serious
Although getting into it does make me curios
But I fear I may make many furious
I'd rather stay single and ridiculous