December 31, 2002
you don't really have a soulmate.
12:39 PM
i have an important announcement to make. i, benjamin bala, am no longer in horsecrap aka hwa chong. no more cheena fuck for me. that's right folks. i'm now in acjc.
damn, it's good to be back.
12:30 PM
i am a man of constant sorrow by the soggy bottom boys
10:34 AM
December 29, 2002
ok, what people want to do or believe in, is none of my business. they have every single right to believe in what they want to, just as i do. so there. no need to gather brain cells.
whew.
1:12 AM
December 26, 2002
there are people turning into christians. people i used to look up to, they've turned christian. not that i think religion is for losers or anything of the sort, but it's just so intangible, and unreal. there's absolutely no substantiating the Faith. it's a blind belief. blind. that's the word i've been looking for.
more on this when i gather brain cells.
11:59 PM
this just in, pak and matthew are lovers.
; )
10:14 AM
merry christmas, the world as i know it.
10:10 AM
December 22, 2002
ok, this just in, brandon boyd
is hot. so damn fucking hot, in fact.
6:38 PM
flo and zach won the amazing race, i just watched it. what, the 3rd telecast i think. i always wanted them to win. they're lovely. she should marry him, seriously.
2:59 PM
this blog is a proud fan of the vines, incubus, muse, chevelle (for now) and breaking benjamin.
11:34 AM
song of the day:
chevelle - the red
They say freak
When your singled out
The red...
It filters through
So lay down
The threat is real
When his sight
Goes red again
Seeing red again
This change
He won't contain
Slip away
To clear your mind
When asked
What made it show?
The truth
He can't send to most
Seeing red again
They say freak
When your singled out
The red....
It filters through
1:28 AM
December 19, 2002
before i start on my top 100 chicks, i thought i'd finish my top ten studs first.
1. craig nicholls
2. david beckham
3. ben affleck
4. arjun rampal. if inzaghi were indian.
5. oh, johnny depp.
6. i'm charmed by brandon boyd, i don't know if he's hot or not.
so, 6. ok, brandon boyd.
7. jonathan rhys meyers
8. sting...
9. heath ledger
10. it's always hard to make the last call. cos it's got to be worthy of finishing off the list, plus you know there won't be space for any more after this. jared leto. there.
12:44 AM
December 18, 2002
i'm supposed to -impress- a dick who singularly describes the sandman as pretty?
(how gay.)
7:06 PM
December 16, 2002
recommended song for the day
Our Lady Peace - Thief
1:12 PM
8. selma blair
9. kajol. just a recent fascination, dunno if it'll last.
10. that freakin Guess model and i still can't figure out her name. i will soon, i swear.
i tried to make this list as different from the previous one as possible, but without trying too hard. evidently. and this list doesn't include the obvious candidates such as liz hurley, aish and so on. i still find natalie portman and jessica alba, in either order, incredibly hot. maybe i should do my own list of top 100 or top 50 women. that would save us a whole lot of trouble. you don't economise when it comes to women.
1:09 PM
December 15, 2002
whew. it's been so long since i made a list of top ten hot chicks. here we go, in no particular order.
1. asha gill! i love you!
2. anna faris
3. mila kunis
4. lara flynn boyle, i think she was in my previous list as well.
5. honor bliss
6. alyson hannigan still fascinates me.
7. christina ricci
8.
... to be continued.
2:08 AM
part 1
i didn't really sleep last night. i was awake till about 6 or 7 in the morning. i was using the computer for a while, then got sick of it and decided to read sandman over again. so i was reading and listening to music for a few hours. at like 5 in the morning, my brother comes into my room, sleepy-eyed and grabbing his bolster. he's 21.
part 2
he seats himself on my chair. his face is against his bolster. i
know he's crying. i put my book down, remembering- page 85. i pull him to sit next to me on my bed and i put my arm over him. 'nightmare?' he nods his head. 'i dreamt something happened to you.'
'i had the same dream as you 2 nights back.'
he puts his arm over me.
part 3
and then he tells me that he realises we hadn't really been talking, and asked what's been up with me. i didn't know where to start. i thought school was a good topic to start with. eventually i ended up playing for him my rendition of the intro to Sweet Dreams. i couldn't really play it well though. but i swear it's good.
part 4
the sentimentalities die down for a bit, then he tells me he's going back to his room to sleep. he goes, then i go back to my book. page 85.
"Look, the sandman's a fairy story you tell kids to get them off to sleep. sprinkles magic dust in your eyes and brings you... sweet dreams."
12:20 AM
December 14, 2002
no, jonah, my one true love. you're not a wussy.
3:36 AM
today, i was at west mall with my auntie/aunty (i honestly still don't know the spelling) for some reason. oh yea, she wanted to buy contact lenses. so, we were there, and just as we got there we saw this old, old man walking with the help of a walking stick; those really cool ones with 4 legs. even with the 6 legs, he looked like he was going to have problems covering the next 5 feet in front of him. his legs were funny. one was bent and the other was crooked. what's the difference, i have no idea. i turned around cos i thought it was rude to stare. and some 5 seconds later i had this urge to turn back round. i couldn't see him. actually i could, but that was after i looked to the ground.
i thought he had died. his limbs were sprawled in four different directions, with striking semblance to the swastika. ok, kidding. but really,
i thought he had died. just then, we picked up movement. it was the right arm... no, left. i instinctively reached for under his right arm and lifted him up. it wasn't as easy as i expected it wld be, given the man's modest frame. he was almost tiny. just almost. my mom (me, aunt and mom. and dad. and sis. ok, all except my brother were there.) moved in from the other wing and lifted him from his left arm. i think (let's give him a name. robert.) robert said something like thank you, only it didn't sound anything like that. maybe he coughed. after a moment's struggle, he was back up on his feet. the first thing i did was to smell my hand. i thought it was rude, but i couldn't help it. thankfully it didn't smell of stale sweat or anything. robert was soon on his way again. robert, with the one crooked leg, and the other bent leg. i watched him trudge precariously, for the next 5 feet of his esoteric journey.
3:33 AM
December 12, 2002
"no. I'm all alone. just like I've been for the past 3 years."
2:41 PM
December 11, 2002
What box do you get put in? brought to you by Quizilla
now they tell me.
9:12 PM
drug traffucker.
9:04 PM
addition to christmas wish-list.
i want asha gill to read my blog, know that i'm in love with her, go out with me, then love me back, and finally come live with me.
in THAT order.
1:30 PM
the way to a man's, or at least my, heart
is the stomach. i just ate my mom's chicken a la nepalese which was awesome, and now i'm in a good mood.
in other news, asha gill doesn't even know i exist.
1:24 PM
ok, if i
could, i would fuck pak's blog in the ass, notwithstanding the fact that i wouldn't want or like to. you bastard, stop starting entries with the word 'and'. i'll kill you. and the word pretty, IT NO LONGER EXISTS. got it? NO MORE.
in other news i still love asha gill.
12:06 AM
December 09, 2002
Usage Note: During the 15th century English experienced a widespread loss of certain consonant sounds within consonant clusters, as the (d) in handsome and handkerchief, the (p) in consumption and raspberry, and the (t) in chestnut and often. In this way the consonant clusters were simplified and made easier to articulate. With the rise of public education and literacy and, consequently, people's awareness of spelling in the 19th century, sounds that had become silent sometimes were restored, as is the case with the t in often, which is now frequently pronounced. In other similar words, such as soften and listen, the t generally remains silent.
i got bored.
9:53 PM
December 08, 2002
arse-ne wenger is SUCH a sore fucking loser.
Arsenal boss Arsene Wenger said United's first goal should not have been given after an apparent handball by van Nistelrooy in the build-up.
But the French coach conceded that his side - who failed to score for the first time in 56 league games - were often second best to United
'There was no debate (about the first goal) - it was a definite handball,' Wenger told reporters.
'But we can't complain about that... United were more aggressive and committed and they wanted it more.
'They played like outsiders. They played a real "cup" game and made sure they defended very well. Credit to them for that.
'But I can't say that I was impressed by their offensive play. It is true, we did not create many chances ourselves, but the first goal had a huge influence on the game.
'They scored just as their crowd were whistling at them and they were losing stupid balls. But once they scored they had the crowd on their side and from then on, all they had to make sure they did was defend very well.'
but let's at least afford him that. he just got his stupid balls ripped apart by man utd. yay we won!!
and just so you know, i'll never get over this. ; )
6:47 PM
December 07, 2002
i just realised i'd already fallen in love with asha gill. oh right, i said again. okok, forget it, forget it.
10:53 PM
man utd beat arse-nal 2-0. right after whacking merseyside buttock just last week.
suddenly, i'm falling in love all over again.
10:52 PM
December 05, 2002
true to my i-prefer-older-women faith, i'm in love with asha gill.
11:31 PM
December 01, 2002
Look, if you had one shot, one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted-One moment
Would you capture it or just let it slip?
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out
He's chokin, how everybody's jokin now
The clock's run out, time's up over, bloah!
Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity
Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked
He's so mad, but he won't give up that
Is he? No
He won't have it , he knows his whole back city's ropes
It don't matter, he's dope
He knows that, but he's broke
He's so stacked that he knows
When he goes back to his mobile home, that's when it's
Back to the lab again yo
This whole rap shit
He better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him
[Hook:]
You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo
The soul's escaping, through this hole that it's gaping
This world is mine for the taking
Make me king, as we move toward a, new world order
A normal life is borin, but superstardom's close to post mortar
It only grows harder, only grows hotter
He blows us all over these hoes is all on him
Coast to coast shows, he's know as the globetrotter
Lonely roads, God only knows
He's grown farther from home, he's no father
He goes home and barely knows his own daughter
But hold your nose cuz here goes the cold water
His hoes don't want him no mo, he's cold product
They moved on to the next schmoe who flows
He nose dove and sold nada
So the soap opera is told and unfolds
I suppose it's old potna, but the beat goes on
Da da dum da dum da da
[Hook]
No more games, I'ma change what you call rage
Tear this mothafuckin roof off like 2 dogs caged
I was playin in the beginnin, the mood all changed
I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage
But I kept rhymin and stepwritin the next cypher
Best believe somebody's payin the pied piper
All the pain inside amplified by the fact
That I can't get by with my 9 to 5
And I can't provide the right type of life for my family
Cuz man, these goddam food stamps don't buy diapers
And it's no movie, there's no Mekhi Phifer, this is my life
And these times are so hard and it's getting even harder
Tryin to feed and water my seed, plus
See dishonor caught up bein a father and a prima donna
Baby mama drama's screamin on and
Too much for me to wanna
Stay in one spot, another jam or not
Has gotten me to the point, I'm like a snail
I've got to formulate a plot fore I end up in jail or shot
Success is my only mothafuckin option, failure's not
Mom, I love you, but this trail has got to go
I cannot grow old in Salem's lot
So here I go is my shot.
Feet fail me not cuz maybe the only opportunity that I got
[Hook]
You can do anything you set your mind to, man
eminem - lose yourself
10:47 PM
