Rock Jiwang Gilerrr!!

I just had to share it wif u guys! Hahahaha!

You can see more at YouTube...I've uploaded some pretty cool vidz. Just search under my nick robingdfellow.

Thou shalt not judge others before ye! lest Others let it be known
unto you;
And they will conspire over what they do not know without the use
of what was given to them;
When the truth shines, they will try and cover
their nakedness and shame
but thy will know better for they only seek their
own weakness in the vessel of Others....

Of Time, People & Places...

Imbedded in memory....hot lunch in the making.

Lil Orange...

Ever felt like ur talking to a ghost? Headless stranger...One Classy act...

Sever

And we hide behind,
Lies, anger, hate they shoo love away,
Build shells of ourselves outside,
It shelters body from cold reigns of reality.
Come on, step out of your rind. Assemble strength, focus.

Release and run to me you can never look back to the visions from the past,
They fade and will in time,
You've got to just trust me to hold your hand through, then I turn and walk away.

Eclipse you,
And bled you strip you of your states of ain soph aur,
Eclipse you,
I spit up on my plate and I push everything away,
I need, and we sever all ties,
It creates disruption midst circle of friends,
I become the sacrifice,
Spare your life and leave me to my misery.
Get off the cross and save yourself, run away.

Run now, get away from me if I can get my grip I'll pull you down into the hell I call my head,
You will never get away.
I sit down in my ugly place and build walls out of fragments from my past
of all the people that I needed and loved that walk away.
You've got to just trust me to hold your hand through then I'll turn and walk away.

I walk under the clouds of grey,
Spheres of storms in my head,
I'm trapped again in endless rain.

I divorce the thought of you I love with me,
I divorce innocence and my guilt
I divorce the lying sell out confidence
I'm divorcing every motherfucking thing
I divorce the love bled meaningless
I divorce the makeshit harmony
I divorce the haunting arts of violence
I divorce the past time of jealousy
I divorce control
I divorce the faith
I divorce the virtue
I divorce the rain
I divorce the excuse
I divorce the greet
I divorce the need
I divorce inequity in this motherfuckin bullshit life
Just want it all to go away,
Just want to run away to die, take it, myself, my life,
Textbook fucking mental, Off me and pitch me in a hole.

I will always be your shadow,
And veil your eyes from states ain soph aur,
I can't be the hero anymore,
I spit up on my plate and then I turn and walk away,
I spit up on my plate and I disrupt the family,
I spit up on my plate and I sever the entity,
And I feel your warm sun on my face, Seperate.

Eclipse you and bleed you, strip you of your states of ain soph aur,
I need you,
It's always been this way, I push it all away. From me.

So stop falling

Stop falling

You know you're falling....for me

Stop falling, Stop falling

Stop falling...for me

You've gotta understand my side

I've had a crazy, crazy life

Nobody came along to open up my eyes

Oh baby, take what you can get

Don't even bother with my heart

I get a feeling I won't let it start

Took this from Pink's debut album. When she sang this at the end of the song, it sounded so heart wrenching it actually hurt. Well, I guess to some of us, shit like this happens. So, if you can't find your own words to tell them maybe this will....

Robin Goodfellow

Puck was a reknowned shape-shifter. He's been a rough, hairy creature in many versions. One Irish story has him as an old man. He's also been pictured like a brownie or a hobbit. In a 1785 painting by William Blake, he looks like Pan from Greek mythology.

There had been a few who questioned my cybernetic alter ego self, RobinGDfellow, as to why I had chosen it to be. Blame it on Shakespeare. It's quite awhile back, and I was hardpressed to understand why Shakespeare, at that time, had to be such an enigmatic genius in stringing words. While my grasp of the English language was developing, Romeo & Juliet did nothing to inspire my examiners during the Finals back in the school days. And in utter desolation, I went to the school library with a vengeance; tearing up every Shakespeare's that existed within the walls of Knowledge Sanctum. That was when I picked up A Midsummer Night's Dream.

One of the most popular characters in English folklore of the last thousand years has been the faerie, goblin, devil or imp known by the name of Puck or Robin Goodfellow.The Welsh called him Pwca, which is pronounced the same as his Irish incarnation Phouka, Pooka or Puca.

There are other names in ancient languages that describe this being, with most carrying original meaning of a demon, devil or evil and malignant spirit. It is uncertain whether the original puca sprang from the imaginative minds of the Scandinavians, the Germans or the Irish, where these various incarnations seemed to be derived from.

Pouk was a typical medieval term for the devil. Langland had once called Hell a "Pouk's Pinfold." The Phouka was also sometimes pictured as a frightening creature with the head of an ass. Truly a devil to behold. The Welsh Pwca also did not match our modern conception of dainty tinkerbell fairies. According to Louise Imogen Guiney, a peasant drew the Pwca as "a queer little figure, long and grotesque, and looked something like a chicken half out of his shell".

In a 1841 painting by Richard Dadd, Puck looks like an innocent child.

Puck used his shape-shifting abilities to make mischief. He would turn into a horse and lead people on a wild ride, then dumping them in water. The Welsh Pwca would lead travellers with a lantern and then blow it out when they were at the edge of a cliff. Being misled by a Puck was known in the Midlands as being "pouk-ledden." This probably led to the birth of some phrase like being Pixy-led, which described a similar action on the part of the Somerset faeries known as pixies. Another expression for being lost is "Robin Goodfellow has been with you tonight." Reference like these can be found in texts as early as 1531.

Robin Goodfellow is one of the faeries known as hobgoblins or just hobs. The term Hob is short for the name Robin or Robert ("the goblin named Robin".) Robin itself was a medieval nickname for the devil. Contrary to popular belief, Robin Goodfellow was not only famous for shape-shifting and misleading travellers, he was also a helpful domestic sprite much like the brownies. He would clean houses and such in exchange for some cream or milk. However,if offered new clothes, he'd stop cleaning.

FAIRY: Either I mistake your shape and making quite, Or else you are that shrewd and knavish spriteCalled Robin Goodfellow. Are not you he that frights the maidens of the villagery, Skim milk, and sometimes labour in the quern, And bootless make the breathless housewife churn, And sometime make the drink to bear no barm,Mislead night-wanders, laughing at their harm? Those that Hobgoblin call you, and sweet Puck, You do their work, and they shall have good luck. Are you not he?

Puck takes form in Marvel Comic

PUCK: Thou speakest aright; I am that merry wanderer of the night. I jest to Oberon, and make him smile When I a fat and bean-fed horse beguile, Neighing in likeness of a filly foal; And sometime lurk I in a gossip's bowl In very likeness of a roasted crab, And when she drinks, against her lips I bob And on her withered dewlap pour the ale. The wisest aunt, telling the saddest tale, Sometime for three-foot stool mistaketh me; Then slip I from her bum, down topples she, And 'tailor' cries, and falls into a cough; And then the whole quire hold their hips and laugh, And waxen in their mirth, and neeze, and swear A merrier hour was never wasted there. -- A Midsummer Night's Dream, Act II, scene i

I talk flah_wer....
Lu memang besar nyer bunga!!!
Kepala bunga betol!!!

BaD news...sux.
Doctors sux at giving bad news...
I sux at dealing with bad news...?
What are the probability of winning when you had dealt a bad hand from the start...?
Seemed someone really love seeing me come up with aces under the sleeves trying to change the game...
A really bad hand...
And I'm almost out of tricks to come out with...
I know life supposed to be unfair...but this??!
Just so that you know...(like you already don't!)
I'm still sticking with you...
A really really bad hand...
Aargh....schmuck!
Looks like I've to finish the game...
Bad hand or not...huh?
Figures.....
@&*$(#*#!

Sepet Ke?

I have been a really bad person. I steal...bits of time of the day, and sometimes during the weekend to spend that stolen moments with a very special person. As a result, I'm being accused of being an anti-social bastard. My friends allegedly called me only to find my voice replaced by an unresponsive voicemail secretary. And I've grown apathetic to these probes, secretly wondering, if those bastards ever stopped to remember if I'd devoted a huge chunk of my time to the nucleus of my very existence. Indeed. To sustain a state of normalcy, to have some form of life, I had to resort to stealing bits of time.

I have been using these shards of time, spending them on a really beautiful girl, who deserved crystal moments from me. We do simple things to garner simple pleasures. Our days together are numbered, but it would have been perfect if not for the sado-masochistic reality we live in that is our surroundings.

I have been going out with a Chinese girl on these escapades.

Raised eyebrows and venomous whispers tainted our path to liberty. A group of guys shamelessly commented in our direction. And I understood every word of it. As she felt my body tense, her smooth hand ran down the small of my back, comforting me. I understood her movements than any of those uncouthed bastards would've.

Soon forgotten, we arrived at a lovely deli shop, where a makcik was busy with sweet decor. She spoke in my tongue for two sweets while her slender arms clung to me. When handing over our change, the makcik didn't fail to tip down her heavy glasses to get a good glance at me. Her eyes questioning. A few steps later, she asked me why? I didn't answer. Instead, I spoke in her tongue; we need to get home.

My first girlfriend was Chinese. What's yours?

"Let's cut our flesh so that you can see that all that it is, is Red."

Little things make me happy...

The many faces of Cockadoodle Doo!

Funny guy......

Cool guy...?

Serious guy...

I was cleaning my stuff and I found this....

I browsed through my past blogs and came across a few of my own words that either made me laugh or reflect on my life then and now. So...

Pain is but a reminder of LIFE,
Pain is but the Truth,
Pain is the embodiment of living as it was,
Pain is the strength that's within,
Pain is my Teacher that teaches me I am human.
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Tuesday, March 04, 2003

Quite recently I truly realized & discovered a loss in which I've gained. Alas, a loss conceived by my own device. Let me now mourn my mistakes at my own pace and I pray that someday I find the courage to rectify the damage done. In depths of his soul, I know the scars he bore only to be protrayed in my own reflection. For reasons I can never reveal in this lifetime, I hope only forgiveness.

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this one made me laugh my head off! Truly I think this is one of my more original blog...just an excerpt, its an awfully long blog!

Saturday, May 03, 2003
MAY DAY! MAY DAY!

So, I was on my way meeting Mandom when there was an earthquake and the ground cracked, shooting water. I was stunned at what happened and barely had the time to recover when a huge monster crept out of the crevices of the opened ground. If I wasn’t mistaken it was a Kraken, a kind of sea monster, which somehow managed its way to Jurong West. This grotesque monster went about callously flailing its tentacles terrorizing small children! It was then I told myself, the wedding had to wait. Somebody had to teach that damn monster that it’s wrong to scare off small children like that. Taking a deep breath, I went to face the great odd, which may very well end my life. I didn’t care; I had to stop this stupid monster.

It had been quite awhile since I fought something this big. Thankfully, I always carried my light sabre along wherever I roam. Screaming at the top of my lungs, “Hey you big, flat, sotong-like bully! Pick on someone your own size!” I managed to get the Kraken’s attention because it’s face scrunched up for a second before taking a swipe at me with its slimy tentacles. I ducked and then somersaulted over its tentacles and at the same time slashed my light sabre through them.“Woof! Woof! Mauuuu!”

I smiled, feeling the satisfaction of hearing the wretched beast howling in pain. That’ll teach him to terrorize small kids. But I spoke within too soon because new tentacles began to grow where I’d slashed them. And this time there were sparks coming off the tips of those goddamn tentacles! Suddenly without warning the Kraken shot a lightning bolt at me! But thank goodness, my reflex was quicker and I caught the end of that lightning bolt with my palm absorbing the impact steadily just as Master Yoda had taught me in TV. With great effort I managed to feed the bolt back to the Kraken.“Woof! Woombeeek!”, Hah! Poor Mr Octopy got entangled wif its own widdle lightning bolt.

I knew it was then or never, I placed my light sabre in front of me and leapt into the air. As I somersaulted, positioning myself over the top of the Kraken ready to deliver my fatal blow and send it back to whatever hole that spawned this abomination, I took a deep breath. When I open my eyes I let out a cry that would strike fear in the hearts of most evil of men.

Kaza Ryu Sen – The 9 revolving Dragon Hammer Slash of the legendary Hiten Mitsurugi Style!

It’s all over in a second. Remnants of tentacle and goo lay all over the ground. It was messy I tell ya. Instinctively I glanced at my watch and remembered Mandom. Shit shit shit! There was no time for me to catch the bus or even a cab. So I had to fly, and in mere seconds I reached my destination and psionically preventing Mandom from leaving me behind, I called him on my cell phone. He wasn’t too happy about it. I wanted to tell him the truth, I swear I did but it would mean I had to compromise my identity as a Jedi Ninja. There were so many people out there who depended on Jedi Ninja for protection and justice. I was in torment, my Jedi senses picked up the violent thoughts of mandom. And I decided to face it like a man. I told him that I had set the alarm clock late and that was the reason for my late coming. After being reprimanded by such harsh, cruel and chastising words, I hung my head low in shame and asked for forgiveness. In my heart of hearts, if only mandom knew….

I've been discreet...there's quite a few sumpin sumpin up my sleeves lately. My buddies been bothering me abt the dating game...*sigh*
A selected few actually knows that I'm a scandalous brat rite now...! But I think I'll stop now. There's someone now...It may be nothing but because of that someone, I feel like a schoolboy!
We meet almost everynight...in cyberspace.
How retarded is that???!
I'm approaching thin ice now.
Eyebrows raised.
Eyes watching.

Cafe Vienna

Jules called me last weekend to entice me with a classy buffet, of sorts. Cafe Vienna has a decent selection of cuisines although I felt it was a bit lacking in creativity. It is no secret that Singaporeans usually managed to paint a grotesque image of culture at food bars. I know, it mentioned All You Can Eat at the counter outside the cafe, but it doesn't necessarily you have to wolf down the entire buffet...! My advice..just take small sample of different selections.


Rinaz's choice. Nice selection of desserts don't you think?












My pick. Not much but rather classy. The strawberry dipped in chocolate fondue is to die for!
And people keep asking me how the hell I managed to have my figure...? Super male model wannabes...now you know my secret!
(Don't hate me!)







The Ugly Singaporean. Due to the recent Humanity Rights' Amendment, I am required by law not to reveal the identity of this person.











Yes. It's the Singaporean's plate. You can just tell by looking. 'nuff said!

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My poor bro...! Just went through a knee surgery. I got him to open up the dressing against doc's orders to see the wound. Nasty! Hope he'll be up and about soon cos I know just lying around is driving him nuts!

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its a Lotus...the model...Humanity Rights again! She'll kill me if I just put her pic up in plain sight.