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Jun. 19th, 2008 | 08:12 am

of meeting someone you don't like is like preparing for death by lampost.

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things to do on hot sunday afternoons

May. 23rd, 2008 | 04:29 pm
mood: busy busy

- blast chinese feng-feng-fengtau music
- 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

i was walking to lunch from the office. as i walked, i suddenly became very aware that i couldn't feel myself walking. i was conscious of the fact that i was walking but i just couldnt physically feel it. kindoff like an outer-body type experience. 

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.
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

(2:09:22 PM)
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 nauseated
music: BHG - i hope you die

yeah, you're all dumbasses. really.

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they sing!

Feb. 26th, 2008 | 10:44 am
mood: posty

rejoice for multi-talented ppl! and again i say rejoice!

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kerouac

Feb. 25th, 2008 | 10:46 am
mood: pessimistic pessimistic

  1. Scribbled secret notebooks, and wild typewritten pages, for yr own joy
  2. Submissive to everything, open, listening
  3. Try never get drunk outside your own house
  4. Be in love with your life
  5. Something that you feel will find its own form
  6. Be crazy dumbsaint of the mind
  7. Blow as deep as you want to blow
  8. Write what you want bottomless from bottom of the mind
  9. The unspeakable visions of the individual
  10. No time for poetry but exactly what is
  11. Visionary tics shivering in the chest
  12. In tranced fixation dreaming upon object before you
  13. Remove literary, grammatical and syntactical inhibition
  14. Like Proust be an old teahead of time
  15. Telling the true story of the world in interior monolog
  16. The jewel center of interest is the eye within the eye
  17. Write in recollection and amazement for yrself
  18. Work from pithy middle eye out, swimming in language sea
  19. Accept loss forever
  20. Believe in the holy contour of life
  21. Struggle to sketch the flow that already exists intact in mind
  22. Don't think of words when you stop but to see picture better
  23. Keep track of every day the date emblazoned in yr morning
  24. No fear or shame in the dignity of yr experience, language & knowledge
  25. Write for the world to read and see yr exact pictures of it
  26. Bookmovie is the movie in words, the visual American form
  27. In praise of Character in the Bleak inhuman Loneliness
  28. Composing wild, undisciplined, pure, coming in from under, crazier the better
  29. You're a Genius all the time
  30. 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

back to poop.

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.





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

emmanuelle the giraffe had lots of moles. he didn't like his moles too much. so he filed them off. he then made radio antennas out of the filed moles  and placed them on his head. he is the boss. yeh yeh.

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poop. gooooood.

Feb. 22nd, 2008 | 02:39 pm
mood: indah water

its nice to get warm by snuggling with a big bolster called 'the boss' under a warm blanket after a good poop.
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

the things that give you the most joy are probly gonna end up causing you the most tears.

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

captain captious needs a new costume. he has one in mind and he cannot stop thinking about it. drat.

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skillydapojehbehum

Jan. 16th, 2008 | 04:59 pm
mood: hot hot
music: JBT -P&C

fever should eat shit and die.
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 numb
music: trouble sleeping - corrinne bailey rae

name drop and hints.
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

tis the new year, so time for a clean slate.

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!
 

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christmas hermit

Dec. 25th, 2007 | 05:39 pm
mood: lonely lonely
music: christmas carols dont seem to work anymore

yes i live by the sea. yes, pass the bottle. there you go.don't forget to cork it before u toss it. there's no point really in keeping this up. its just stuff i can write on some bit of paper which i can just get rid off so that this particular __ can be totally forgotten. hey tis the season after all. cheers.

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