Oversea...the life i meant to be...

I am a young guy who go oversea, here is my little story;

this isn't about the money, this is the life i meant to be.

"why you go oversea", please don't ask me;

i don't even know what i think, like i said 'the life i meant to be'...

Remember when i first came to UK, my life wasn't ok;

i was treating unfair, because racists are everywhere.

its horrible when u heard what they say, they thought that we never care,

i just want to say hey, its not a war i want to declare," why you being so offence??"

I change five jobs in two months, i can tell you all of this wasn't fun;

though i won't run, what i can do was keep hunt.

i dragged my heavy luggage with patient, i went through every train station;

that was hell lots of tensions, but i know i got to be patient, be determination.

Soon, i found a job in a small town, everything seem start to settle down;

still i work hard like a cow, it really as hard as it's sound.

6 days a week, no matter you ill or you sick;

i know i am not weak, is just i get tired a little bit.

Still remember my first winter, was cold like a freezer;

in the night its get colder, you cant sleep without a heater.

when the air temperature go low, the sky full of lovely snow;

watching the snow fall on my nose, the joyful feeling is you never know.

Although my life is a bit tough, but the snow is always cheer me up;

i hope i can go back to the past, capture every snow moments until its last.

Working here for nearly two years, sometime i got a bit fears,

sometime i got a bit cheer, i am glad what i have experienced.

I am a young guy who go oversea, i can tell you is not easy;

but my life clock is still ticking, i just wish i can live here with happy and no worry,

God bless me.....

The ten fuck you...

time is running a bit late, still, i am very upset;

my head feel like start to crack, give me a break, for fuck sake...

this is the ten fuck you, doesn't matter what you feel;

my heart is no longer seal, until one day i got kill..

Fuck you number one, my life isn't fun, this is not the life i want.

Fuck you number two, i am not your tool, i am not a fool.

Fuck you number three, discriminate is all i see, i just want to break free.

Fuck you number four, you laugh when i fall, i don't care at all.

Fuck you number five, i am not doing fine, i want to get high.

Fuck you number six, i feel so damn sick, your ass is I going to kick.

Fuck you number seven, moral i have forgotten, i might not go to heaven.

Fuck you number eight, whatever criticism i will take, what i did i won't fake.

Fuck you number nine, i know this is a bit out of line, please give me some more time.

Fuck you number ten, i am not Zen, at least i won't pretend.

i apologize for being rude, i know this is no good;

i want to be nice if i could, i just a miserable dude.

when u see these all, u will think this is not the person i know;

you were wrong, i just back to normal...

i didn't go to church, it doesn't mean i always curse;

i don't want to be a jerk, i swear this is just the first.....

Really...96

I was born on 9th of june, it as beautiful as the moon;

i wasn't born on noon, it happen in small delivery room.

if my mum didn't pregnancy, she still can wear bikini;

here i tell you a little story, what i gonna say is a reality.

Back to nineteen-eighty eight, my mum was quite suffocate;

she hope she can jump on jet, run away from all of that.

though she still doing fine, is just the matter of time;

my mum is very kind, she said having me like having the sunshine.

she still remember that day, the doctor is a malay, my mum was quite scared;

she didn't know what the doctor say, she worry something might happen to her little Beh.

things turn out is a good news, is just i got an extra little finger nail;

she doesn't care how people feel, she think i am really cute.

soon i get older, peoples start talking about my finger,

they think i am a monster, they don't care if i get anger.

this isn't my fault, is just the gift from God,

i just as normal as you pal, i hope i can say it loud.

they say i am imperfect, i am really upset;

my mum console me when i sad, she said i am imperfectly perfect.

now i am an adult, i don't mind the assault;

i want to show it out, i don't care the result.

i am happy when my mum encourage me, i am glad i born at this family,

laughing is all u can see, i think they have set me free.

this is just a funny story, it depend on the way you see;

i just want to bring some glee, oh please, do love me.

9th of june is my birthday, is been long time i haven't celebrate;

if i say i deserve a kiss for that day, i think it is quite fair.

A letter will never be sent...

i want to write you a letter, i think it does matter;

i hope i am a writer, so i can do it better.

i ain't Romeo in the poetry, but i can always make you happy;

i want sail with you on the sea, i want you to feel free.

i want to buy a boat, we sail away from the coast;

i dont care how much it cost, i just know our life is short.

what on my mind, i wont tell a lie;

i just hope i can fly, cause i want paint my love on the sky.

i know i'm a bit shy, though i struggle, i fight;

i wish every saturday night, we can sit side by side...

i saw you on facebook the other day, you look prettier everyday;

i saw a lot of your photo there, i cant keep my eyes away.

they say you a bit fat, i can tell you i like that;

you dont need to feel sad, i have still got your back.

i knew you got a boyfriend now, a lost heart will never be found;

what goes around come around, it not easy as it sound.

though i still hope you happy, a broken heart you will never see;

i dont need you sympathy, i wont sad if you get marry.

i want to hold your hand, together we built castle with the sand;

this is a letter will never be sent, thus, the story is not yet end......

(ps: this is not a copy paste, is just my thinking in my head)

me world

Sean...hmm...you might not familiar with this name, but i bet u familiar with the face.

why Sean became my English name, long story really...but Sean is the name i use at UK so that British can easily remember me.

people always say Gemini have dual personality, i think they are so damn right. I can be a devil, and i can be an angel sometime...is jz feel tired sometime cause i am not barely know myself...who i am and what i am go after to...i think i will go crazy soon or later...

Why i am start blogging, i think i am jz too boring...At UK, you got a bunch of time. The bad thing bout having too much time is that u think too much...u think bout ur future, u scared but u cant do anything about it...i always got a thought that how many years left i hv to live with this fear...i dont wat to but i have to...people say this is life, i say this is destiny...

Afterall, i still hope i will get a very good 2011. i hope it would be great...i need luck, i really do...