tip of the day : a viceroy to appease the irritated throat. cool.
Saturday, January 08, 2005
i have absolutely nothing to do. after much consideration tantamount to 5min of my life, i decided to include yet another interesting and marvellous entry of my butt-fucked life. thank you, you whatever remnants of low-life creatures still harbouring around here.
after work i was bored. i go gel hair. then i go school. then no one in school except poser cum fuckers. after i see them i pissed off. after i pissed off i go walk to gym. then i look around at the new j1 cohort. then i resist the urge to vomit. and then i vomit. and then and then and then and then and then and then........................................................
going back to a familiar environment with a foreign feeling seemed awful. the havoc transition seemed to have passed, i hope that ended with a full-stop. looking at the new batch of eager students i felt a strong sense of nausea. they seemed too eager for my liking. too eager for knowing new friends... yay so happy.... too eager to study... too eager to have
sex. haha they're still not exposed to this sort of profanity i guess. i decided to leave the place full of vibe and thrill and excitement and anticipation and happiness and prosperity and progress for our future, stole a whole pizza, and rewarded myself with my relentless efforts to actually come back to school to reminisce on certain rather unbeloved issues. this new batch is full of elton's and george michael's, so guys' position in school had to be held in safe check everyday. good luck guys. if luck is not your side, then get a condom ready always.
response to dev's stupid lame-ass question which dumbfounded roger and me today:
dev ananth durai : do you think ch*ryl t*y is a virgin?
me : that's really stupid.
roger : haha you trying to be funny issit. everyone knows the answer to that question.
dev ananth durai : it seems that the answer is so obvious, it's like asking you (points at roger), whether you have a bloody honky-tonk accent when you speak.
i shall forcefully refrain myself from blatantly uttering out the answer to the question mentioned in my blog.
-=chillax all you dudes going army! special mentions to my black negro brothers: bala,
HARVINDER SINGH, dev, and my munjen fellows: david legend ultimate omega dragon king tan, romance valentino cai shiwei, mouth yinxiang, numb kenji, tzehow, joses (the aged one), and those who're already in there: naidu, prashanth, menon and
SUNDEEP SINGH GIL, oh and kaiting. oh oops. haha.=-
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1:21 AM
only now do i truly understand the beauty of the lunch-time break. having joined the working-class (well, sort of...) for the past one week for what is commonly considered miserably meagre wages, the only thing i look forward to in the whole working day is the lunch break. it's the only time in the day i first felt a sense of relief, a positive eagerness towards procrastination. before work started, i just slacked the whole damn day in town. yes, the carefree spirit is there, it is good no doubt, but i have totally no idea what to do with my damn life. and it is always during that rotting phase where i have no clue whatsoever why the office people seemed to be so darned happy with lunch. so ironically, in their shoes, i feel what they feel now. today's the last day of the damned week, so im feeling mixed emotions. happy that i finally got the weekend break i bloody well-deserved, and sad that most of my friends left for army. it's a sad state, but all part of life.
Listening to...
Chevelle - Breach Birth
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1:08 AM
Friday, January 07, 2005
haha! now for all you buggers (esp girls) that felt increasingly uneased by that goth bleeding picture i once had, i had to go through the hassle to look for another picture of equal standing but less graphic shock. this better help, no more changing. to my friends going in to army tomorrow, good luck, good luck, and more good luck. you'll need it. take care. remember this, guys: a dropped soap bar is a lost soap bar. never, i mean NEVER bend your ass off to pick it up. it is not worth losing your virginity in an army camp. think of the bright side guys! -__-
Listening to...
Cradle of Filth - Nymphetamine
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1:40 AM
Thursday, January 06, 2005
in your whispers
trapped beneath my pillow
you won't let me see
your memories
and I know you're in this room
I'm sure I heard you sigh
frozen in between
where our worlds collide
scares the hell out of me
and the end is all I can see
and it scares the hell out of me
and the end is all I can see
and I know the moment's near
and there's nothing you can do
look for your faith inside
are you afraid to die?
it scares the hell out of me
and the end is all I can see
and it scares the hell out of me
and the end is all I can see
It scares the hell out of me
and the end is all I can see
and it scares the hell out of me
and the end is all I can see
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1:16 AM
the number of trannies encountered today was incredible. it was obnoxious. words cannot represent in any manner my state of mind then. simply grotesque. mind you, this is not an issue of gender discrimination, this is somewhere between angels and insects. no pun intended, or maybe there was. at the end of the day i did a strength check, to my horror kenji was gone. an aghast me went around shouting for that lost buttfucked soul, only to find him standing just behind me, his usual linkin park numb self. pardon my distorted perceptions, but now i see any slightly male-inclined ladies or slutty looking girls, i have the urge to launch a verbal diahoerra. no offence, but this is : CONFIRM.
saw another bizarre other than myself. liu bo was in town with his druggie friend. that makes 2 out of 3 of the queer trio. where's werewolf when we needed him. we're just short of ming only. just short of him to make a perfect circle. for i am typically prank-minded, liu bo's sian/lame, and ming's a psychotic with mind full of bloodlust. maybe david can join us, since he is lust.
Listening to...
Muse - Thoughts Of A Dying Atheist
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1:09 AM
Sunday, January 02, 2005
i cannot fathom the analogy behind women's consumer mentality. the mentality that not purchasing an apparel from a sale is actually considered a loss. i love them. kiddaZ.
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11:14 PM
dont you just love the melancholic drama the tsunami has brought about. the media probably stormed up a tempest bigger than the tsunami itself. soccer matches had to be interrupted with a brief moment of silence as a respect to the victims to the calamity, no broadcasting of countdown celebrations, etc etc. media and news in all parts of the world are banking heavily on the reporting worth of this issue. a mere tragedy they say, i think otherwise.
mind you, i thought of this tsunami as a disaster of course. families are broken, lives lost, and anything along this line. the issue im trying to bring about is that people come to light about the atrocity of the situation not because of sheer compassion, or utter kindness. NO. it is the media. it is the same media that did not expose and focus on the daily norms. daily norms that we're bloody used to. daily norms like starvation and hunger and AIDS rampage in the less-managed countries, the many reckless mob attacks, and blah blah blah blah blah.
and so now we have been all caught up with this donations for tsunami and all the usual blah blah stuff, mere hypocrisy i think. the exasperated DEATHS are happening everyday, just that in this case, it appeared in the form of a near record breaking calamity. no point for the panic, no harm done. the tragedy here is that everyday is a tragedy. nothing is worth living for. EVERYONE AROUND YOU IS GOING TO DIE!!!!!! okay. enough with that.
as how i always end my conclusions, i would like to add that i am included in this mere hypocrisy as well. in case i get butt-jagged in my tagboard by some dumbfuck who dont understand motherfuck about what i was saying.
Listening to...
Nirvana - Rape Me
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9:45 PM
Saturday, January 01, 2005
A green plastic watering can
For a fake chinese rubber plan
tIn the fake plastic earth
That she bought from a rubber man
In a town full of rubber plans
To get rid of itself
It wears her out, it wears her out
It wears her out, it wears her out
She lives with a broken man
A cracked polystyrene man
Who just crumbles and burns
He used to do surgery
On girls in the eighties
But gravity always wins
And it wears him out, it wears him out
It wears him out, it wears him out
She looks like the real thing
She tastes like the real thing
My fake plastic love
But I can't help the feeling I could blow through the ceiling
If I just turn and run
And it wears me out, it wears me out
It wears me out, it wears me out
And if I could be who you wanted
If I could be who you wanted
All the time, all the time
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6:09 PM
new year doesnt feel like a new gush of anticipation, or excitement, or enthusiasm, or hope. all i feel is that im fucking still living in distorted delusion, far far away from any sane soul's limitations. i am so happy with myself. time to reveal my new year celebrations.
1) set fire to my dear school.
2) ambush a druggie. (not the liu bo of course)
3) helping an old lady cross the road. (to the wrong side that is, by force if i have to)
4) watching a fatty fall down the stairs.
5) watching a fatty eat
6) taking a chair to throw at nearby estates and then sprint off like there's no tomorrow. (done that)
7) listen to linkin park.
happy new year!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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5:17 PM
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