He Who Makes A Beast Of Himself, Gets Rid Of The Pain
Of Being A Man!
Monday, April 02, 2007
The start of a new day...............
I Spoke My
Heart At
2:07:00 PM 
Noserils fill with smell of taugae as we past through Oasis. Beating
green, amber and red as we turn right to copeland Avenue. Mounting curbs
and soft sands as it wobble its way across the open patch. Stood there
waiting were packs of tounge sticking tail waggling mischeivious wild
dogs. Cute & cuddly. Bark so unviloently. Eat so noisyly. Jump so
playfully. These are one of the residents of Pulau Sakra. We call them watch
dogs. At first they were two. Then came two more. Now they add another
5 to the pack. But the other two made their way alone to another shore.
But do not be decieved by their innocent look. They will attack one
that wears different from us.
My trip doesn't end here. To some its a beginning. But to others its a
whole different meaning. Pumping only thirty, bumping up down left
right front back. It was an unpleasent ride cutting through cold breeze
along side uneven 11th Ave. Gravels, potholes, softsands. The journey
never ends..........
As i sat my eyes out to sea, waves crashing along the clusterd rocks,
there i saw the orange tip of the rising sun creaping up along the
horizon. My eyes staring still underneath covered uv protected visions.
green, amber and red as we turn right to copeland Avenue. Mounting curbs
and soft sands as it wobble its way across the open patch. Stood there
waiting were packs of tounge sticking tail waggling mischeivious wild
dogs. Cute & cuddly. Bark so unviloently. Eat so noisyly. Jump so
playfully. These are one of the residents of Pulau Sakra. We call them watch
dogs. At first they were two. Then came two more. Now they add another
5 to the pack. But the other two made their way alone to another shore.
But do not be decieved by their innocent look. They will attack one
that wears different from us.
My trip doesn't end here. To some its a beginning. But to others its a
whole different meaning. Pumping only thirty, bumping up down left
right front back. It was an unpleasent ride cutting through cold breeze
along side uneven 11th Ave. Gravels, potholes, softsands. The journey
never ends..........
As i sat my eyes out to sea, waves crashing along the clusterd rocks,
there i saw the orange tip of the rising sun creaping up along the
horizon. My eyes staring still underneath covered uv protected visions.
The start of a new day...............
