October 30, 2002
this just in,
david is back.
5:42 PM
October 29, 2002
i've found the god of all songs. 'awake' by disturbed feat. static-x and slipknot.
i know.
3:29 PM
drunkenness
will never get to me. hehe, gaston. we should go another time, and baby-sit those wusses again. it was kinda fun, agree?
10:55 AM
October 26, 2002
this just occured to me.
i could be in embargo.
2:38 PM
read
this. it's damn funny.
2:34 PM
October 24, 2002
music is bliss. (what's interesting is that Muse have a song called Bliss as well. but again, i digress) it disconnects you from where you sit or stand, and takes you on a magical journey through head-bobbing, smiles and the occasional goosepimples. plus it feeds you energy and gives you a sense of appreciation and takes you into a whole new world which is exclusively yours. because the effect music has on each individual is unique, and it is that synergy of music and emotions that gives you that euphoria, which you choose to enjoy in the way you want. you're unrestricted. you can't be bounded.
11:52 PM
October 23, 2002
HAVE YOU EVER------------------
Ever been so drunk you blacked out: not yet. ask again next tuesday.
Missed school B/coz it was raining: probably. i miss school every other day. so probably.
Put a body part on fire for amusement: no, but i've done it for jack.
Been hurt emotionally: duh
Kept a secret from everyone: duh
Had an imaginary friend: yes. and an imaginary friend has had me as well.
Ever thought an animated character was hot? should be lah.
Had a New Kids on the Block tape: *gulp* yes.
Been on stage: yes
Cut your hair: ? who hasn't ever?
Day/Night: night
Summer/Winter : winter
Lace or satin: satin
Fave cartoon Characters!: dexter from the lab, cow from the chicken, bart from the simpsons, homer from the simpsons, captain america from america, captain planet from everywhere apparently, batman from gotham city, bananaboy from unknown, optimus prime from transformers and all them thundercats.
Fave Food: pizza i think.
Fave Advert: the nikefootball ones, some of them. uhm... levi's! the one with shaggy's song in it! ooh yeah, mr bo-ombastic!
Fave Movie: cruel intentions, the beach.
Fave Ice Cream: rum and raisin, tiramisu, bailey's irish. and vanilla.
Fave Subject: english. lit when i feel like it.
Fave 'normal' Drink: define normal.
Fave Persons to talk to online: i hate people.
----------------RIGHT NOW------------------
Wearing: you mean not wearing. simple, underwear.
Hair is: i dunno, i just dyed it and i haven't decided what colour it really is.
I'm feeling: my crotch.
Eating: nothing.
Drinking: nothing.
Thinking bout: good one.
Listening to: two television sets, each tuned in to different channels.
Talkin 2: what are you, stupid?
---------------IN THE LAST 24 HRS------------------
Cried: no
Worn a skirt: oh, you mean this survey thing is for girls? whoopsie daisies.
Met someone : my dad?
Cleaned your room: never did.
Done laundry: real men DON'T do laundry.
Drove a car: yes! i did! i did! i'm only 17 but SPANK ME I DROVE A CAR LAST NIGHT!
---------------DO YOU BELIEVE IN------------------
Yourself: yup.
Your friends: nope. don't intend to either.
Santa Claus: that fatty? yeap.
Tooth Fairy: no
Destiny/Fate: dunno.
Angels: i'm gonna say... no.
Ghosts: yeah
UFO's: i might if i was one.
-----------------FRIENDS AND LIFE------------------
Do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend: nope.
Like anyone?: apart from myself, sometimes, no.
Who's the loudest: darren or jin. tough call.
Who's the shyest: the hongkong kid in my class.
Who's the weirdest: you.
Who do you go to for advice: my other half.
Who do you cry to?: myself
When you cried the most: this year, in a nutshell.
What's the best feeling in the world: getting a blowjob while driving (at 100 mph)
Worst feeling: giving a blowjob while driving (at 100 mph)
10:45 PM
i dyed my hair today, a very dark reddish-brown colour. it isn't very obvious; glaringly obvious, but it
can be seen.
9:51 PM
October 22, 2002
this is hilarious. i've had this dude on my icq contact list ever since the start of this year and this is all that's ever transpired between us -
thambs/Rohypnol (me): no, just tell him that. just that. see what he says.
NightSt@lker: ???
thambs/Rohypnol: ha, sorry. wrong person
NightSt@lker: =p
THAT'S it.
8:19 PM
you have eyes. speak.
2:05 PM
October 21, 2002
my foot, like myself, is on a break. if i play any more football, it'll crack. self-diagnosis aside, i shall go see a doctor soon.
8:55 PM
October 20, 2002
back from malacca
the food in malacca sucks. really. every single meal i had over there was awful. even at the hotels, they served the food in plastic plates, the kinds you find at primary school tuckshops, and the food itself was disgusting. take yesterday's lunch for example. i ordered chicken breast with black pepper sauce. what i got was a huge chunk of under-cooked meat soaked in peanut sauce a.k.a. satay sauce. and for some reason there was a neck sticking outa the meat. it was supposed to be the breast for god's sakes. why do you have necks sticking out of chicken breasts in malaysia? imagine if it applied to humans as well. the thought frightens me. and just now, on our way back to Singapore (i have changed my mind to start spelling singapore with a capital S. i have begun to appreciate.) my sister ordered some laksa at some food place. it looked like toilet water with cucumbers. i looked at the lady, a look which asked the question 'why?'. she said 'asam'. my mom took the liberty of explaining to me and my poor sister that the laksa was made with asam. which is supposed to be something edible. the thing looked like toilet water. and tasted even worse.
malaysia's road system has a way with my dad. he successfully made wrong turns at 50% of the junctions. he didn't explain.
the malaysians also have pretty bad grammar. there was sign at some shopping centre that said 'thanks you'. and the signs were at every counter, each one of them with the characteristical impudent disregard for grammar.
i was gravely bothered, so i came home. ta da!
6:02 PM
October 17, 2002
apparently, stress is cool.
10:34 PM
October 16, 2002
Your Personality: Active Adventurer
The combination of a triangle followed by a circle is unusual and difficult to understand. You're an incredibly motivated person, one of the real super-achievers who acts while others merely dream. The placement of the doodle symbol here give an even greater force to your dynamic personality; not only are you going places, but you're moving along a real creative flair!
The doodle also means you have very little patience. The imaginative side of you combines with the triangle to add a touch of the hedonist to your existence! You love life's many pleasures...passionately and in all their varieties. You find fidelity very difficult.
aiyah, it's just four shapes. talk about over-simplifying matters...
10:12 PM
no i'm not. i said i'm evil very evil.
8:13 PM
dear god, i'm screwed.
6:41 PM
October 15, 2002
there! i've done it!
9:31 PM
to self: you're doing it again. stop it with all those one liners. it undermines your value as a writer. there is no substance in everything you say when you use one-liners. notice how i'm typing merely to try to make this a more-than-one-liner. at this point in time, it looks like i'm failing, cos it still does look like a one-liner. but not anymore, if you will notice. look here. you're a few lines down the passage already, this couldn't possibly a one-liner. which means i have successfully engaged in my polemic against the use of one-liners. and by the looks of things at this moment, i have won. yay, me.
9:31 PM
to pak: if you feel cold, try a sweater.
9:23 PM
October 14, 2002
irony: i should stop posting all these one-liners.
3:19 PM
STOP THROWING ALL YOUR PORN POP-UPS ON ME! I DON'T WANT YOUR PORN! I CAN FIND MY OWN!
3:14 PM
October 13, 2002
a thought: i see indian men in their 40s and i know what i want in life- not be like them.
2:55 PM
as we think we is.
2:39 PM
and sistic offers such horrible seats. go and die you fuckers. i'm coming to choose MY OWN SEATS.
12:19 AM
October 12, 2002
a number of things happened today. firstly, i shaved. that's right, goodbye jackson. it really is a big difference, the skin is for some reason a lot shinier. and there isn't that poke-y, itchy feeling you get, on the upper lip especially. so that's good.
in the afternoon, good ol' charitable me wasted i mean spent 2 hours staring at passers-by's boobs. all in the name of charity. see, we were supposed to spot people donning the pink ribbon-pin in support of the breast cancer foundation and we decided that the only natural place to wear a pink ribbon-pin was the boob. or just above it. either way, we stared at lots of boobs today. singapore women are small.
after the comm service a la boob-staring, i went down to buy me some Oasis ticket-babies. but i shoulda known. only two weeks left, of course the free-standing tickets would have been sold out. we've decided to get the $121 tickets instead. Oasis, once in a life-time... that kinda thing. though i would think there isn't much of a difference tween the $81 and $121 tickets. my thinking basically is why risk anything. especially with Oasis. Liam John Paul Gallagher, i hate your two middle names.
tonight, my baby cousin barfed in my daddy's car. and stank up the damn thing. baby cousins ought to be left at home. till they became, 8. or something.
11:53 PM
October 11, 2002
i find it interesting that it is rather the guys who find my beard sexy, than the girls. i always thought/wished it was the other way round. of the people who've in fact commented on my facial hair, the guys were the ones who gave all the oohs and aahs, while the girls said i looked terrible and asked if i was alright. why, god, why.
11:32 AM
October 10, 2002
it's been exactly 10 years since david updated his blog.
11:04 AM
October 09, 2002
oh my god. i just noticed an emoticon on pak's blog. not only is it unappetizingly amateurish, it is inconsistent with the supremely substandard yet bitingly impressive (ok, unimpressive) artistic style he tries so hard to impose on his poor blog. poor blog.
a note of caution. it looks something like this:
: (
10:20 PM
i spent exactly $150 on clothes just now. BritishIndia and Bossini. $122 on the former, $28 on the latter. talk about rich-poor divide.
(for your amusement. if you take BritishIndia and divide it by Bossini, you get rthidia/o)
10:13 PM
for an official insight into pak's stupidity, click here.
12:36 PM
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Everyone loves you. You can call things whatever the hell you want to call them now, without any explanations. Not only are you godly for having a song named after America's favorite condiment, but you're on the top of everyone's list for what they want shoved in their stocking come Christmas time. Hot Damn. How the hell are you supposed to top this moment of your life? Oh well, no need to get melloncol-- Wait.. No.. How the hell do you spell that stupid word... Whoa, wait a second.. That sounds like a plan!
Which Smashing Pumpkins album are you? |
2:44 AM
Which HP Kid Are You?
i love that kid i think she's so pretty!! wait, she's a girl and i'm supposed to be her. damn, again.
2:38 AM
i have finally taken the time to refurbish my blog. now i've got all the links put up. and i even have a description of my blog entered. eat dirt, umm... you bloggers.
2:15 AM
a toad once turned to its left and saw another toad. it was his sister.
the rest was history.
1:10 AM
and if i bleed today then i must believe my mommy's someone else;
to leave this miracle cure of heartaches and litigated emotive rights
set atop a plain of vast sufferings and injustice
with a simple boy who only wants.
i will be free, still with nowhere to run.
12:31 AM
October 08, 2002
woohOo~!!!
i'm going for Oasis!!! Free-standing tickets!!! Liam John Paul Gallagher here i comeeeeeee!!!!!
4:48 PM
Freakin' me out you wear a mask called counterfeit,
you're freakin' me out you wear a mask - [5x]
Freakin' me out you wear a mask called counterfeit,
you're freakin' me out you wear a...fake
Hey man wake up and smell the concrete
Strange to see you've changed like the LB
Could be identity crisis but I can't buy this
Reality bites but that's what life is
Pitiful you, your hideous behavior
Hate what God gave ya, fakin all the flava
Artificial minds seekin out the new trends
Get in where you fit in
Quit thinkin like a has-been diggin in my culture
Let me let your punks know I'm an old school soldier
With the funk flow
A damn shame you wanna change yourself
Because you're sick of yourself
Well I'm sick of you too, fake
You're a, a counterfeit, fake
You know we figured you out
Well I'm sick of you too, fake
You're a, a counterfeit, fake
I wonder, I wonder
I wonder what it's like to be a clone
Doin' nothin, nothin' on my own
Alone in your misery, you're bitin on my new style
Filed as a counterfeit, going down in history as nothin but a copy cat (copy cat)
So if your fakin that you're phat you need a ballbat
Right where your head is at
All your desperation causes separation
Now I grab the mic to intimidate
Your weakness screams from the limp on your siren
Phonies get the hint quick smacked with funk flick
Pain for the fakers fame can't maintain
Because you're sick of yourself
Well I'm sick of you too, fake
You're a, a counterfeit, fake
You know we figured you out
Well I'm sick of you too, fake
You're a, a counterfeit, fake
All these phonies
You disregarded your life (disregarded your life)
You disrespected your friends (you disrespected your friends)
You've even stolen your appearance (stolen) from hangin out with my family
But I should have never dropped my guard (shoulda never dropped my guard)
So you could stab me in the back (stab me in the back)
But you were faking me out (you were faking me out)
Just faking me out you wear a mask (you wear a mask)
Freaking me out you wear a mask called counterfeit, you're freaking me out you wear a mask called counterfeit - (6x)
Now you're steadily startin to change
You wanna rearrange your lifestyle with live like the wild child
With the vibe alive you could lie to try and be so fly
A lie but you deny you're a fake
You know we figured you're a phony (fake)
You know we figured you out (fake)
You know we figured you out, figured you out, figured you out
Fake [a bunch of times]
Limp Bizkit - Counterfiet
"Well i'm sicka you too..."
4:41 PM
October 07, 2002
what am i, a publicity stunt? ok, this is the end of my posting whiney ranty posts. problems never were meant to be shared anyway.
6:56 PM
there's only one way around this. choose to be fine. tell yourself nothing's wrong, and naturally nothing will be wrong. right, keith? you'll be walking again, no need for that stick. throw away the damn stick. cos you never needed it. and from there, go on to crush your troubles with the raw flesh of your foot, crush it to ash. and then finally, walk away. ride the pony. the sensual pony.
ooh yeah.
6:06 PM
October 05, 2002
my reality check bounced
having your heart squished can be an enlightening experience. it lets you know that it's still there.
whee~
12:41 PM
wen en, if you do ever read my blog, are you the same wen en who uesd to be in my class in... what was it, pri 3? cos i do remember you quite distinctly.
12:30 PM
darkness and the shadow of light
- James o'barr
I feel like a statue of an armless angel
Broken; hurt
Flawed at my very core,
Rage jets thru my veins, a
Black blood poison
Hot with fury
It rolls off me like smoke, like
Sad music
My soul rises up from the
Red sky of the west
A fiery chariot amassed of
Iron; steel:
Engine parts
Bones, both human and animal
With a hideous velocity I
Scream across the heavens,
Washing the countryside in
A sick sweet death like some
Monstrous plague
Anger boils over me in a
Screaming rain and
I want to destroy everything;
If I were a god everything
Would die a slow, horrific
Death
I look at my arms.
There are spiders in my veins,
They are glossy blue-black:
The color of sin, the color
Of a waxed Porsche.
The crimson hourglasses on their backs
Shine like Christmas tree decorations
The spiders mate, they fuck
In my blood
Discharging a sick dead venom
That dozes up and down my
Arteries
Eating at the last innocence
Of my soul
To live, I must release them
With trembling fingers
I pick up a straight razor,
Its rusted serrated edge like
The fringe of a shadow
The razor needs soft flesh
Like a dozen red roses I
Give the gift of freedom to the
Spiders:
A rush of blood, down my
Forearm
An alizarin crimson curtain
Rising, like my soul, to
Signal the start of the end
Who will be the slave to
The spiders,
Now?
2:52 AM
when you gonna make up your mind?
when you gonna love you as much as i do?
when you gonna make up your mind?
cos things are gonna change, so fast.
all the white horses are still in bed.
i tell you that i'll always want you near.
you say that things change, my dear.
1:37 AM
October 04, 2002
For better or worse, you have a deep and complex
emotional bond with your mother. She can be overwhelming,
almost smothering. You come from a long line of strong
woman.
and for some reason i find great truth in this. mommy, i'm scared.
11:56 PM
October 03, 2002
how do you fall from grace when it was you grace was holding on to?
12:18 PM
