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unappealing intoxication of intriguing modern boredom.

(Sunday, July 31, 2005)
how the fuck can anyone stay home all day long? how the fuck did i stay home on sundays previously?

the iPod died. explosion in the sky songs were missing. the

but it all really starts after i caged myself indoor today, watching that confessions of a dangerous mind movie ended. after trying to keep my small tick of nervousness intact for about an hour by going online, cleaning up the bloody room, playing some mind blowing games but the walls starts inching every minute soon after.

nothing was going right, the room kept getting smaller by the clock and i felt sick and nauseous. i sat on the corner of the room, too fucked to do anything, too anxious and restless to move because of motion sickness. i crumbled in heat, suffocating in the space of my every own house, chewing my sanity away.

the whole travelling week is giving my claustrophobia an edge over my sanity.

edit
aiyerrrr...then penny has to tell me what happens to the cum after gayboys hump each other.

i need to throw up
/edit


1:22 PM


towed

(Saturday, July 30, 2005)


Music: Moby's Landing.

felt i've been mowed over by an 18-wheeler truck.

over and over again till one of the truck's wheel came rolling out. *ploooop!* i'm so fucking sore.

went clubbing last night in the Loft, Zouk and John was nice enough to take me in last night. His initial reaction when he saw me last night was 'why the fuck are you sober!!!', it wasn't even a question, it was a statement, followed by, 'are you fucking ok?', John knows me like no other friends. then he felt sorry for me and took me out for supper till 5 knowing that i have to work at 8.

till now, i don't understand how the fuck did i got lost in John's home this morning. i opened the door, saw that it was the store instead of the bedroom. then afterwards i mistaken the study for the washroom, holy crap. thank hell he was still sleeping when i walked into the study with my towel. i've been to his place a million times, i still can't get it right. you can't masquerade yourself as an intellectual freak when you walked into the study room with your towel and toothbrush all ready to attack the loo while looking quizzical and lost. that's a billboard for myriad stupidity. well, lack of sleep makes me uncharacteristicly dumb.


11:01 PM


photography alarm

(Friday, July 29, 2005)
Daily Dose of Imagery - Flying Girl, The Sky

Downdream - Bicycle, Statement

digital-alchemy - Empire State Building, Manhattan

chromogenic - Manhattan, Dance

these are the winners of the photoblog of the year in various categories.


12:38 PM


dazed.

(Wednesday, July 27, 2005)
wow.

it's a publish fact in dictionary that i suck ass in photography and nobody would want my camera because it's busted and mainly because in terms of years, it's older than anyone's great grandfather. or any fossils that's not compressed into petroleum yet. that's how fucked up it is.

but i've been getting so many hits in my photoblog, i don't fucking get it. it just exceeded than 3 times the total hits on my blog.

i'd like to thank someone but seriously, i think the net stats is fucked up. it just fucking blew me off my chair.

wow.


11:02 PM


they suck.

(Monday, July 25, 2005)
i'm in penang, in a cybercafe. it's dark, dodgy, noisy, loud hokkien creeping into my ears. hokkien people talking about cybercafe, hokkien profanities which is so over the top, misinclined with some fucks and 'oh my gods' in between. it feels more or less i'm in a smaller version of sin city. everyone's here got a story of their own.

like the idiot sitting next to me is skipping school to smoke and play warcraft.

and the other idiot skipped school or profane and play warcraft

and another fucking idiot who skipped school to come over and listen to some jiwang songs while playing warcraft.

there's a gazillion variety of people who's doing something else while playing warcraft.

anyway, it was taiping zoo for me last night. Kris told me the zoo in his hometown is THE fucking cream. so i went. maybe he went a little overboard with THE fucking but there was a little cream in the zoo. nothing too impressive but yeah, anything to break the routine is all good. there's one missing key ingredient in the zoo which i am so happy about, the fucken kids. they're not there. all the animals were as happy as i was too. the lions were friendly and they said hi, the apes were bored as hell, and all those shit i'm not too keen to elaborate. Penny thought i lost it when i told her i'm at taiping zoo.

tell me if there's anything better to do in taiping at night than to go to the lake and look at the trannie in the dark and chat with them? yeah, i thought zoo was a bright idea too.

and taiping food is dirt fucking cheap.


11:45 AM


plastering the cracks

(Friday, July 22, 2005)
first it was Live's Turn My Head
then there were Damn Dirty Apes' Death of Optimus Prime, Explosion in the Sky's Yasmin the Light, Chicane's Saltwater, Verve Pipe's Freshmen, Couting Crow's colourblind, and that Clann Zu song.

there's a new one in the list.

Holden & Thompson's Nothing. buckle up the seatbelt, and anticipate a journey of immortal midnight contemporary metropolitan cold wet composition of melody. a symphony most perfect for rainy dark weathers. if Underworld's Born Slippy the ultimate druggie theme song, then this track should be in the opening of all melancholic movies strapped with dark dodgy city.

FAQs of Holden & Thompson's Nothing
1. what language is the vocal in?
no idea. i think it's the vocals are recorded backwards. like fuck is kcuf instead?

2. why are they singing backwards?
no fucking idea. that's the cult of the track. or maybe it's a so foreign, it sounds backwards-ish.

3. who's James Holden?
no fucking idea.

just listen to that pissing song, fucking hell. nobody asked why George W. Bush, the President of United States of America is a all horseshit and no brains.


---

will be travelling to penang for 3 days starting next week. a pompous announcement that i'll be relieving for 72 hours with havana tobacco, scot whiskey and brazilian girlfriends.

horseshit i am anywhere close. bad enough that i'll be trapped possibly longer in some corny hotel with a dysfunctional cooling unit, vitriolic room service, painfully retart receptionist, nontheless limited channel cable tv (not that we had much choice even when it wasn't limited) and pending workloads. work is a larceny of time and freedom. to cut the long story short,

business trip is a myriad horseshit, smelling foul-er than a band decomposing homeless corpse. yet, anything to break the routine i'm at is mighty great. anything at all. can you smell the desperation?

---

i hated fantastic 4. surely hollyfuckingwood can deliver something better. human torch was pathetically uncharacteristic, mr fantastic looks like a whiny sadistic prick, the thing is just the thing. jessica invisible woman alba is hot as usual and she looks damn fine in that body suit. invisible woman can never look any better. (you have to give them credit for casting her cause that's the only right thing they did)

a 2 hour show with only 5 minutes of action scene? i foolishly thought the comic adaption won't go wrong (refer sin city constantine x-men spidey). that dr doom scoundrel should have just trash manhattan and fucking kill some bitches but nooooo he wants to be personal with all his foes. the bleeding quadraple spent most of their time hiding like wuss in their apartment doing some research. fo' fucking bleeding sake, go out wrestle and hustle some criminals already you fucking super pussies. in the end, the movie went nowhere. just a shorter than japanese penis action scene, if you call that action scene at all, cause i think it's not bloody, budget friendly and disconcerting unappealing.

just a thought, call don't call it soul-searching-quadraple-superpower-anonymous.

and it's not funny. jessica alba was only in body suit for a stinking minute, one fucking stinking minute and she was nose-bleeding herself. NOW THAT'S FUCKING OVERATED! i'm so hot, even my nose is fucking bleeding...that's how fucking hot i am. boo fucking hoo.

personally, they should at least have the decency to exploit jessica alba's bodysuit scene. that's be fucking intemuthafuckresting slow-motion, reply for all we fucking care. fuck, i demand a re-fund. i feel shepherd into the cinema by the hype and the phony mischievous trailer.


10:14 PM


full moon at luna bar.

(Thursday, July 21, 2005)
then aero shortly afterwards.


my yoke leng told me she's got two friends from switzerland at her place. then she told me they're from veitnam. it could never be true i reminded myself. how fucking lucky can i get? another cheap excuse to drag me to a bar and get wasted with me. or waste themselves out and ask me to fetch them big fucking lazy drunk good for nothing ass home.

it was all so untrue. eve was elegant and sexy. victoria was sweet and hot. they were tanned. my knees was week and i just took there, staring, molesting them with a much i-don't-give-a-fuck-what-you-think gaze. then i melted like ice-cream in sahara desert, idiotically smiling because words can't come out.

their tan is so neat, i just couldmotherfuckingnot resist asking about it over and over again. and they were nice enough to bear with my pervertish attitude. and paid for my food.



12:42 AM


cocking the .44 milimeter.

(Monday, July 18, 2005)


Question: how long does someone have to work before they retreat to that elegant unfruitful look? (refer photo above)
Answer: not very long, perhaps.
Solution: wrap gun with mouth, pull the fucking trigger, paint an astonishing expressionism artwork the wall with your brains.


4:37 PM


never too late to be home.

(Sunday, July 17, 2005)
home sweet fucking stinky home - kimberly, 2005

hell, yeah, i'm back home. parent's are out, my brother is out too. grandma's bugging me with some irrelevants while i'm watching movies. she had to bloody do it.

...but home is where the heart is, no? - kimberly, 2005 (again, like 2 minutes later)

that too. so i'm just glad that i'm home. my folks are coming back soon, so i heard and zoe's gonna celebrate jon's birthday tonight (jon, if you're not turning up, zoe & i don't really give a fuck all, we gonna pretend you're there anyways). so everything's default and i'm fucking glad to be home, staring at the ceiling, being gradually annoyed by my grandma who only talks to me ONLY when i'm watching the tube.

so here are some photos. i only took 3 photos. here's all of them. (fuck hell if i just took 3, i took millions but others turned out like very pariah.)




1) malacca zoo; the long neck giraffe.
2) bloody boat which hasn't got the chance to float, yet.
3) my hostess, minwi; who was nice enough to bear with my irrational appetites for zoo and food (cause minwi and i, we tight, youknowatimsayin, dawg?)

and last but not least


rhino taking a piss, which took about 5 minutes in total. we watched in awe and excitement. yes, we are bloody sakai, us city boys and girls.


3:58 PM


yawnnnn

(Saturday, July 16, 2005)
the weather is so nice here

it's was raining and when it's not raining, the sky is dark and it feels more or less i'm a comic guy dude in some dark dodgy smelly as fuck city.

and i've been sleeping more than ever.

Malacca is fucking fun.


5:02 PM


ran

(Friday, July 15, 2005)
in less than half an hour, i'll be off to G's place. have i ever told you i love her house so much because it's a nice place to sleep in. so minwi told me the oh-so-very-comfortable room i told everyone about use to be the indonesian maid's room. so don't you think any less of me because i think a maid's room is great because it just fucking is, period.

it's been a great week and what's left of it has more to offer.

managed to secure my very first project yesterday and my very second project this morning - after 1 year working. isn't that something worth celebrating for? or worth drinking for? either ways, it feels great.

Ngai Hoe's gonna purpose to Fei Lee's parents. so she's no longer my brother's girlfriend but more or less my brother's fiancee/wife starting from this weekend. i think the fever dad had on monday was mainly because of this news. some people just can't take suprises.

Hong came to kl to pay me a visit. we just ate and ate and ate like there's no tomorrow. fucking hell and the food in north port is like cheap as hell. we regret we didn't have more space to store the food in our tummies. bollocks.


3:08 PM


mom, where's that knife to slit the girl's throat?

(Tuesday, July 12, 2005)
listen to: Mew's Coffee Break.

this time it took a goat and a girl in the two separate rituals to get it to rain. lots of drumming, lots of hysterical yelling (thus waking up the neighbours and got them to profane diligently) and all the bing bang boom to make a ritual successful. whatever fuck that is. tsk, rain too come at a cost too nowadays. i wonder it rained because we killed the girl or the goat or both...

and it's all worth it. rain is all good. you can just sit down and do nothing like Joyce says. she couldn't be more right.

the whole nature seems to restore to default. people are nicer when it rains too.


10:04 PM


bags of red fluids

(Sunday, July 10, 2005)
music: Aqualung - Strange and Beautiful

i'm drained.

god, i didn't go to drink last night, not exactly unless you take teh tarik coke a kind breakthrough in cocktail mixing.

that's a cliche one-liner from someone who went for a blood donation campaign and flushed 400cc of blood into that small bag. now, what's so interesting about donating blood? saving lives, giving back to the society and all the most decent fucking thing you can think of? of course, nobody knew they have FREE breakfast there do they? fried noddle and soft drinks, soya bean and all the rest of the shit. just drop a pack or two of blood, and you can buffet yourself to instant obese.

BLOOD DONATION; for the homeless and starving people that wants a quarter pounder burger.

now, that's MARKETING.

for those too chicken shit for needles and blood, here's some truth to segregate the lame ass myths.
1. the needle is huge as fuck. it's about 2 - 3mm in width.
2. it doesn't hurt as much as you think it does, but yes, in the beginning, it hurts a little. if you don't want pain, stay home and watch porn and wank or just have plain sex.
3. the nurses aren't hot at all. so you can fuck chick hawking. not to mention sometimes they can be pretty rude too.
4. there's complimentary biscuit, milo and certificate after you're done. And you don't have to grovel for it. (hahahaha. like it makes any difference)
5. you can't donate blood if you're homosexual. fucking stereotype.
6. only those heavier than 47 kilos are eligible.
7. the hand where they drew blood feels a little numb afterwards.

guess that's all. do ask if you need to further information.


5:49 PM


the mtv edtion.

(Saturday, July 09, 2005)
watch these mtv. get a lethal injection of infinite morose into your veins, slowing streaming into your system, poisoning whatever content feeling, turning rainbows into skeletons.

let's face it, we do love being fucking depressed don't we? otherwise, coldplay won't hit platinum, linkin park would be selling burgers in orlando, smashing pumpkins would add to the population of junkies in chicago. since being depressed is the depiction of our lifestyle, why dont we celebrate it? enjoy feeling gloomy and morbid because it actually connects to our innerself, or so we think.

or

if after all those fucking gibberish i wrote doesn't convince you of anything, just throw me some faith here and watch these fucking mtvs for yomama's sake. goddamn, it's so fucking hard to do marketing nowadays, oh, fucking hell. please fucking watch it cause it took me hours to upload these babies, morons.

1. Snow Patrol - Run
the lyrics and the red lights flashing in the mtv, who the fuck can resist? ok, i'm a sucker for gotham city-like-places. they're great. ain't no sunshine, ever. come to think of it, it's not really sad dammit. fuck all, just download the fucking video okay?


2. coldplay - trouble.
tell me, who the fuck make can make a better mtv with a guy tied on chair, some moving lights and moving cars? this is the best coldplay mtv ever, but unfortunately, it was only shown in uk i think.


3. Blur - Good Song
blur at their best.


IMPORTANT!
warning: if you can't open the files, follow the instruction below.
1. Get a stick.
2. Club your pc until smoke comes out. or till your strength dies, whichever comes first.
3. Shove stick back to default (your fucking asshole, dawg!!!)

seriously.
1. windows > run > type mplayer2 and enter > click and drag file into the player.


5:43 PM


ben did this to me.

(Wednesday, July 06, 2005)

1. YOUR STAR NAME
(name of first pet + street you live on):
Kiki BRP? (i regret doing this already and it's the first question. fuck. ben, you owe me biggggg)

2. YOUR MOVIE STAR NAME
(grandmother's/father's first name + favorite snack):
Mui Cheese (it gets worst dammit)

3. YOUR FASHION DESIGNER NAME
(first word you see on your left + favorite restaurant):
Mineral Aero?

4. YOUR SOCIALITE NAME
(silliest childhood nickname + first town where you partied):
Psycho Johore

5. YOUR "FLY GIRL/GUY" NAME
(first initial + first three letters of your last name):
L-yoo (this makes sense actually, cause everytime i meet a caucasian, they call me Lou. i'm not lou dammit. lou sounds like an obeseguycop that loves doughnut)

6. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME
(favorite animal + name of high school):
PussyHeight (muahahahahahah)

7. YOUR BARFLY NAME
(last snack food you ate + your favorite drink):
Curry Jack Daniel's. or Curry Whiskey?

8. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME
(middle name + city where you were born):
i don't have a middle name la. but the hell, Lee Pee Jay (that actually sounds good)

9. YOUR ROCK STAR NAME
(favorite candy + favorite musician’s last name):
Wringley Martin. Hacks White. Sneakers Shinoda. pick one.

10. YOUR OPPOSITE SEX NAME
(name of [opposite sex] friend + cell phone company you use):
Joyce Maxis. *looks at the sky*

11. YOUR STAR WARS NAME
(first 3 letters of your last name + last 3 letters of mother’s maiden name /+/ first 3 letters of your pet’s name + first 3 letters of the town you live in)
Darth lie-yee-van-bul

12. I know this is a name test but, name three people you want to take this test.
Joyce, Ted, Isobel, Jenny, K, the wabbit, PeNNy, and you. (oh, fuck me if i can't count)



11:52 AM


fortune faded.

(Tuesday, July 05, 2005)
music of the moment:
coldplay's spark (isn't this THE underated coldplay song)

the fight club dvd and carigula dvd is missing. vanished. yes, fucking hell breaks loose indeed. i'm calm. don't panic like coldplay says.

i think mom put it along with all the rest of the trash then now it's at all trash in kl goes to. or maybe someone came over and took it. the latter seems unlikely, no one was in for a whole week.

it's CARIGULA dammit. how the fuck am i gonna go and get it again. took me six months to look for it. then the idiotic under-exposed pirated dvd man put it along with his porn collection. it's not porn, dammit, put it under the same repertoire, up there, with godfather, gone with the wind and silence of the lambs, breakfast in tiffany's, cause it's that great.

but they didn't know do they? the best movie of all time doesn't deserve to be discredited like that.

it'll be 7pm tomorrow before i still know whether my friend still have a copy of it.

i think i'm losing it. where the fuck is it?

in case you're wonderig how it looks like, it got a chick in green that says carigula on the cover. even the fucking pirated cover's busted, no fucking wonder that idiot looked at me like i wanna get porn. fuck, if i want porn, i would ask ok! bastard. sohai. pundek. cibai. niama. kanine. tiu. cauhai. lanciao. fuck. i hate to go to the shop and pretend i want porn when i got heaps in my computer. arghh.

how the fuck can anyone not panic when their fucking favorite movie is missing? how the fuck?


10:15 PM


zooming away

(Monday, July 04, 2005)


plead the fleating moment to remain... - Tony Parsons, Man & Wife.


8:24 PM


broken

(Saturday, July 02, 2005)
the initial PLAN was left unattended due to weather and some unexpected final minute blow-ups. (not blowjobs, blow-ups; if there were any last minute blowjobs, i'd be missing instead of everybody else. so, blow-ups!)

so i'm gonna be whiny and distastefully condemn God for making the weather bad (it's not really bad, i love the weather actually) and everyone else that MIAed? then cause all the non-existant readers make-believe that i am foul (of course i am foul) and misinterprete my profane display of language with artistic poetry measure of profanity. how sweet. or sour.

no. i'm gonna go out because i had enough of home for 2 weekends. not to mention the lack of alcohol. (i know, drink la drink somemore. you'll fucking die. i'm gonna die anyway, what's the problem with speeding up the process again?). therfore a hobby to lay my mind of drinking; like taking beer. (why the hell am i using so much brackets? anyway, beer is never alcohol, it's like soft drinks with more bubbles.)

drink up people, while the glass is still full of it.

or on the other hand, i can go out and click my night away. which seems more orgasmic? bollocks, is answer is obvious isn't it.


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