January 28, 2004
i wanna update my blog
but i dunno what to write
i wanna update my blog
but my pants are so damn tight
i wanna update my blog
but i still never do my maths
i wanna update my blog
but my house got a lot of cats
i wanna update my blog
but now i feel so cold
i wanna update my blog
but my cock too big to hold
i wanna update my blog
but my pen run out so fast
i wanna update my blog
but i still have to say 'kiddaz'
i wanna update my blog
but i'm going towards lavender
i wanna update my blog
but i'm meeting my friend _________
i thank you.
9:09 PM
January 21, 2004
2 things: check out the new cameroon jersey for the african cup of nations, and 'astounded' by tantric.
9:18 PM
January 20, 2004
here's something interesting: did you notice that there isn't a single black manager in the EPL?
there was jean tigana who almost took Fulham to Europe last year, but he got sacked following a run of poor form. other managers who had been able to avoid the sack following a poor run include gerard houllier, micky adams and graeme souness, among others. all of whom, as you may have noticed, are white. the other remnant of a black manager in the EPL, was ruud gullit. he was sacked by Chelsea in 1998 and the reason the board gave for this was that Ruud was 'acting like a playboy'. Ruud then moved to Newcastle where he famously proclaimed that he liked to play 'sexy football'. soon after, he was sacked by Newcastle, who got a 70 year old white man with wet dribbling on his lips as a replacement. what, a black man can't want to be sexy?
you see, these managers like buying black players. because they get to shout at them. make them run. tire them out. stuff like that. first thing bobby robson did as manager was to buy jermaine jenas. because he wanted to shout at him. alex ferguson thought it would be funny to put two black players up front together, so he bought andy cole and dwight yorke. then he realised that they were doing well together, and that it wasn't very funny anymore. so he sold them both. then graeme souness comes along and buys them both and puts them up front together again, thinking it would be very funny.
rio ferdinand. he's black too. and that's why he got 8 months. and rio knows it. that's why he didn't want to appeal. but man utd still thinks he's white. so they've gone ahead and lodged an appeal.
and the FIFA world player of the year award. everyone thought thierry henry was going to win the award this year. but thierry ain't winning nothing, he's black. they gave the award to zidane again. cos he's whiter than ronaldo.
the next time you watch a football game, think before you scream at wiltord for missing another sitter. it's really not his fault. he's tired. overworked, and underpaid.
5:37 PM
January 17, 2004
as requested by harvin.
it dawned upon me earlier today, the question of what i would be doing on a random saturday afternoon, 20 years down the road. where would i be living? what was the first thing i saw in the morning? ideally, the answers to those questions would be a penthouse in new york and nina moric (of present day), respectively. however the thing that worries me most is what i would be working as, at the time. or if i'd be employed at all. because i do have plans for unemployment as well; i'd fly off to new zealand and subsist off the vastly generous unemployment benefits there. and then secretly tend to my underground farm of genetically modified moose. all along, i have had multitudes of interests for me to pursue a career in. law, journalism, architecture, banking, engineering, writing, music, piloting, hair styling, interior designing. and my favourite, carpenting. my lack of focus, might therefore simplify matters for me a whole lot and reduce me to wrapping burgers at McDonald's. it is this cognition of a possible professional disaster, that has taught me not to take for granted monthly allowances and to come up with means for me to earn my own cash. i've since 1) cut down on unnecessary expenditure and 2) taken to miscellaneous, legal, ways of fattening my wallet. i can't wait to get a job, start getting paid, and get my own apartment. and i give myself... by the age of 24 for that. to get my own apartment.
paul van dyk's coming to singapore again, for those of you who didn't know. and it is with some shame that i admit to having bought a ticket to the st. james' powerhouse for that night. shame because i explicitly stated in the past that i hated techno. and young and foolish me couldn't differentiate trance and dance and house from techno, everything to me was techno. and one name kept coming up at that time: Paul Van Dyk. every time i heard a gut busting techno beat it was paul van dyk. i hated the man. for coming into my life. the thing is, to a neophyte most of these songs sound exactly the same. or at the start, at least. it was not until i was made to sit down and taught the basic difference between techno and trance and house (and that anyone with any taste in music at all didn't in fact like techno, and that techno was the adoration of ah bengs throughout the country) that i started listening, in mild doses, to trance. TRANCE, not techno. and a bit of good house music. i've been a fan ever since. paul van dyk's a hero and i love him. check out 'nothing but you' by the man. i don't know, it really is an acquired taste.
it's interesting to note that in the course of this entire entry, i have successfully avoided the use of any profanity. kiddaz to that, man.
7:04 PM
January 10, 2004
yesterday was a fucking classic in the life and times of the legendary david tan. no not that one, the one from acjc. no, not the teacher, the student. after lesson, just as all of us were getting bored, david announced 'eh, y'all wanna see my butt crack or not?' we were thinking it was gonna be yet another one of david's jackass moments, so didn't pay too much attention to him. then without warning, he sinks his hands down his pants, grabs both buttock cheeks and lifts them out of his fucking undies to expose to us a heck lot more than his butt crack. when someone asks if you wanna see butt crack and you don't say no, then you expect to see butt crack. but not when the person in question is david tan. you ask for some butt crack he gives you his whole fucking ass. he showed us so much cheek (pun intended) that we could even see some scars nearer to his thigh. and the bastard wanted to show his goddamned balls right after that. truly a legend, david cannot be denied his status. he is the definition of legend. because it's not what he does, it's not how he does, it's not why he does, it's kiddaZ.
1:05 PM
January 07, 2004
quote of the day:
"I did not know anything about that. There was absolutely no contact from any delegate at Manchester United and we did not know about that. We are unhappy that we did not know about that."
- PSV chairman, Harry van Raaij
4:10 PM
January 03, 2004
it's a good day to be a friday. the mood's still hanging over from christmas and new year celebrations and it's good that school's started on such a festive note. gives me time to settle the brain down a bit. the girls today were oh god so bad, but who's business is it for me to complain. anyway, i don't know what to look forward to in the new year. then again nobody does. i'm just happy to be up after 12 on the first day of school, not having to worry about tomorrow. in fact, tmrw i'm gonna go out for breakfast. where? who cares. out. ok i'm still gonna be aiming for all As at the end of the year, but pump that shit if i don't get my 3 As. i'm just waiting to get out of this ride. meantime, watch out hungary. here i come.
mars volta - inertiatic esp
download, listen, have some rum. thank me later.
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