fore known knowledge
Jun. 19th, 2008 | 08:12 am
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things to do on hot sunday afternoons
May. 23rd, 2008 | 04:29 pm
mood:
busy
- eat a barrel of expired petais in a confined air conditioned room full of ppl
- talk baby talk talky talk to evweeone you know
- shit jagung-filled turds and leave them in the toilet bowl for the next person to see
- constantly send youtube links of lousy punjab hiphop acts to everyone in you msn list
- tell everyone you're emo/depressed and whinewhinewhineamywinehouse
- be 35 and spike your hair like a linkin park overdosed 13 yr old boy
- be as unoriginal as you can impossibly be and take credit for everything
- read candace bushwacker and call that serious literature
- armpit hair/belly hair/leg hair camwhoring time!
- eat other ppls flatulance and make other ppl eat yours. sharing is caring.
- date a porcupine-skunk-human hybrid. discrimination is evil.
- bling fling at sungai wang cow cow. all the sg wang vendors that sell bling, buy everything ugly or not who cares. helps the economy of malaysia really.
- make a poop shake and offer it to an arch-nemesis. (recipe : lots and lots of choc ice cream, milk, 2-3 choc chip cookies, 1 log of poop, gauge abt 1cm in size would suffice. dump ingredients in blender. blend. put in nice plastic cup, topit off with whipped cream and choc sprinkles.stick in large sucker straw * optional:stick note to nemises: 'i love you' / 'you are hot, babe'. present to nemises and await results. should be good.)
- jump in pool. in the buff.
the end.
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autopilot
Apr. 3rd, 2008 | 10:23 pm
mood: empty
music: nananana - bobo
its like when ppl say, 'the lights are on but nobody's home.'
yeah. just read between the lines you'll get my meaning.
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fuckit
Apr. 2nd, 2008 | 02:18 pm
mood: whatever.
music: do the panic - phantom planet
Ba ba ba, ba ba sha-doo be doo.
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gondry!
Mar. 25th, 2008 | 04:38 pm
mood: gondrified
this is a really good story.
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nnsense
Mar. 24th, 2008 | 02:21 pm
mood: peppy sanchez
benny the bitter gourd was a very bitter bitter gourd
(2:09:37 PM)
indeed there were no other more bitter than he was
(2:09:55 PM)
for he had been dealt with the shittiest of cards in the game of life
(2:10:32 PM)
he didnt have limbs or eyes or a nose and he most certainly have anything in his nether regions to pleasurize himself with
(2:10:52 PM)
imagine going thru life as a torso. you'd be just as bitter as benny was
(2:11:08 PM)
and ppl liked having him for lunch and dinner
(2:11:18 PM)
that is how he ended his life
(2:11:38 PM)
in the service of others who never really appreciated the bitterness of a bitter gourds life
(2:11:41 PM)
the end.
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'my life on display'
Mar. 6th, 2008 | 05:52 pm
mood:
nauseated
music: BHG - i hope you die
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they sing!
Feb. 26th, 2008 | 10:44 am
mood: posty
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kerouac
Feb. 25th, 2008 | 10:46 am
mood:
pessimistic
- Scribbled secret notebooks, and wild typewritten pages, for yr own joy
- Submissive to everything, open, listening
- Try never get drunk outside your own house
- Be in love with your life
- Something that you feel will find its own form
- Be crazy dumbsaint of the mind
- Blow as deep as you want to blow
- Write what you want bottomless from bottom of the mind
- The unspeakable visions of the individual
- No time for poetry but exactly what is
- Visionary tics shivering in the chest
- In tranced fixation dreaming upon object before you
- Remove literary, grammatical and syntactical inhibition
- Like Proust be an old teahead of time
- Telling the true story of the world in interior monolog
- The jewel center of interest is the eye within the eye
- Write in recollection and amazement for yrself
- Work from pithy middle eye out, swimming in language sea
- Accept loss forever
- Believe in the holy contour of life
- Struggle to sketch the flow that already exists intact in mind
- Don't think of words when you stop but to see picture better
- Keep track of every day the date emblazoned in yr morning
- No fear or shame in the dignity of yr experience, language & knowledge
- Write for the world to read and see yr exact pictures of it
- Bookmovie is the movie in words, the visual American form
- In praise of Character in the Bleak inhuman Loneliness
- Composing wild, undisciplined, pure, coming in from under, crazier the better
- You're a Genius all the time
- Writer-Director of Earthly movies Sponsored & Angeled in Heaven
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an american emperical feature.
Feb. 22nd, 2008 | 03:04 pm
wes anderson, i love thee.
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good poop.
Feb. 22nd, 2008 | 02:50 pm
mood: poopy
you know your poop is the shit when it smells just right. if it smells too much, it's trying to hard. if not much smell, it's not trying hard enough. smell-less poop usually are lazy and are not very willing to cooperate with the bowel system to evacuate the building.
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this is what i do when i'm waiting for osoletes from unpunctual printers. this is actually my first time waiting for the printer, but who knows, i may be doing this for the rest of my life. ohno!
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emmanuelle
Feb. 22nd, 2008 | 02:46 pm
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poop. gooooood.
Feb. 22nd, 2008 | 02:39 pm
mood: indah water
it is not nice to sit in a cold office after a good poop.
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smarmy boys should die
Feb. 17th, 2008 | 09:52 pm
music: the boom of fireworks
hello, i have declared tomorrow as Unrealistic Day.
so, tomorrow i shall fly to work, and i shall get the day off and 2 years worth of bonus just for fun. i will get the latest mac and everyone will bow down and worship me for receiving the new mac. after which, i shall dine at the fansiest eatery in the vicinity and it will be on the house on account of my radiant beauty. i will get to redesign all the magazines in the house because i am the most fantastic designer in the world and no rival is there for me for i am the pinnacle of design. scratch that. i AM design. after getting the day off, my fat paycheck and free meal, i will get all the untas in the world, as in life time supply, and i shall distribute my wealth to poorer nations because i have an amazingly pure heart. den den den, nescafe will use me as their mascot - from there i receive royalties and also lifetime supply of coffee. den den den, tom will happen to be free for the day and we shall frolick in green pastures and birds will bring us arnott's vanilla flavored stiko fingers. and coffee. and untas. for no apparent reason. suddenly, feist will happen to be filming her latest vdo in the same green pasture that we were frolicking in and then we will become extras in her dancy dancy vdo clip and everyone will love everyone and decide that everyone should be equal and tear down the horrendous billboard of that smarmy mummys boy in kelana jaya because he is such a show off and also such a stupid stupid man that i feel like giving him a tight slap across the face because its Unrealistic Day.
anddddddd the best part about Unrealistic Day is that it can never ever end because it is what it is. Unrealistic.
oh, rainbows and sunshine! it's
The End.
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life as a frog
Feb. 13th, 2008 | 09:42 am
mood: campbell alphabet soup
music: feist - brandy alexander
for example, chocolate.
best to be a bot about it sometimes.
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stupid shop go and close so early dunno for what.
Feb. 9th, 2008 | 06:04 pm
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skillydapojehbehum
Jan. 16th, 2008 | 04:59 pm
mood:
hot
music: JBT -P&C
so should influenza.
what are peaches and cream to me?
bom bom bom shum chap de chap chapketilly chak chak chak
cuz i love my lala
peaches and cream go bom bom bom
skillydapo jebeh um bom bom bom
sorry those were lyrics to a song that im crazy about today. lalala. i like the skillydapo jebeh um part.
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suspicious fishes
Jan. 8th, 2008 | 11:15 am
mood:
numb
music: trouble sleeping - corrinne bailey rae
its scary. maybe its just a mind game thing. lalala
elements that support and deport.
freegrrr frahgrrr.
goddamn.
i'm actually very bored at work and i don't know how to link captain captious to the office.
just imagine captain captious…, okay wait lemme describe the captain, lets start with his uniform. he wears red tights [i'm talking 100% magenta + 100% yellow here], he's got a red cape and the insignia on his breast piece is a yellow zap in a blue circle.
goddamn why cant she just keep her promises.
he wears red air boots with white wings sprouting form the sides like ingo maurers little birds. he wears cyclopes like glasses [ those red quartz ladidarish glasses] and he wears an anak tudung on his head. the latex kind.
fucking hell. he has gloves too. red ones.
and there you go! captain captious. got an image of him in your head?
okay, now imagine him at the photocopy machine photocopying copies of copies of copies of god knows what. now imagine him at the pantry making himself a cuppa Joe. imagine him getting frustrated with the slowness of his computer. imagine him getting an uncomfortable wedgie.now imagine him demanding for a stapler from the HR guy. now imagine him punching out for lunch. imagine him at the corner kopitiam having koey teow thng. remember this is all done with him in his getup.
that's it. that's all i got.
it's a really successfully distracting thought. yay
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christian slater and the world of tomorrow
Jan. 2nd, 2008 | 08:56 am
mood: reminiscent
music: roses & clover -ALO
sorry for being an ass.
sorry for being a bimbo.
sorry if i didn't return your calls or messages.
sorry if i cried.
sorry if it made you feel helpless.
sorry for not trying harder.
sorry for being a quitter.
sorry for polluting.
sorry for all the times i've hurt you
sorry for getting you into trouble.
sorry for being over sensitive.
sorry for not listening.
sorry for keeping secrets.
sorry if i broke my promises to you.
sorry for not being a believer.
sorry for insufficiency.
sorry for not being there.
i'm sorry i lied.
sorry for cheating.
sorry for all the disappointments and for letting you down.
sorry for FFK'ing you.
sorry for being sorry.
and since i missed out on a thanksgiving post, here's some thanksgivings.
thanks for being there for me when i needed you most.
thanks for being my shoulder to cry on.
thanks for listening to me ramble on when i least make sense.
thanks for putting up with my apologies.
thanks for putting up with my extravagance.
thanks for all the good times.
thanks for letting me stay in your house even though i hardly help out at home and evade spending time with you.
thanks for being kind and understanding.
thanks for pretending that i'm being truthful when you know i'm lying.
thanks for being a blast.
thanks for confessing/professing.
thanks for the effort.
thanks for all the good times.
thanks for all the being a tripod [ i still hold my stand that you were not a tripod and that i really enjoyed your company but, whatever].
thanks for blaspheming along with me.
thanks for being a blast.
thanks for pointing out my flaws so that i can work on them.
thanks for giving me pep talks and bad mood buster bags and bubbles and candy and sunshine!
thanks for everything.
years from now, ppl will look back in history and talk about the year 2007 and we can say that we were there experiencing it for all it's worth. here's to 2007. it really has been a blast.
kooker-ker-chah!
