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(Tuesday, March 21, 2006)General Assistant/Labour/Chauffer Needed!!!
To whom it may/may not concern,
The admin of Liewxxx is looking for a general helper to assist his periodic physical disabilities due to severe left palm and finger injury.
Scopes of work include:
1. Handling all jobs that requires arm movement; driving, writing, typing, blogging, bathing basketball, etc.
2. Handling a heavy digital camera on various occasion and location. Includes mobilisation of camera as well.
3. Looking cunningly smart/hot/amazing/stunning at all conditions.
Minimum requirement:
1. All gender and race. Female preferred. Indians need not apply.
2. Cheerful personality and able to work long hours.
3. Able to understand simple chinese/english instructions. (such as please drive me home, please fetch the file, please type this document for me.)
4. Driving license.
Additional requirement:
1. Applicants should also be able to cope with severe emotion distress caused by constant brutal verbal assult.
Willing to pay handsomely if applicant is of satisfactory repertoire.
virgin what?
(Wednesday, March 15, 2006)for some unaccountable misleading reasons, i always get hauled by traffic police. it's an undepleted ordeal. it's nonsense. even when i was not faulty, if guilty, only because i was driving slower than your grandma, or accidentally overtook a ferrari on the highway.
the scenario apprehends a similar trait all the time. it always starts with roadblock. a usual decent looking doughnut obese officer holding a notebook on the right arm while the on left pre-occupied with a tiny slightly-faded flag notably to deliver a doctrine to the guilty fellow roadsters. like a routine, the flag always happen to shoot on my innocent direction and i always have to make a stop. i hand my driving license to them, they look at it, try to frame with an error i did not commit, i accidentally lose my well-verse temper and not realising i raised my voice and they simply just let me pass just like that. without a bribe. or a summon. then i'll feel rather tangible cause i shouled at a fucking copper and he let me walkfor it. as far as i'm concerned, nobody has start shooting yet. well, maybe soon.
what a bummer.
not really.
i actually like it when they don't arrest me. the flagging officer is more entertaining than all of those in saturday night live combined or a multi-racial horse barn gangbang limited edition porn. specifically, the flag officer works in a very unique way, imagine the combination of him staring straight into your adolescent eyes while blowing a whistle to execute his notion, throw the flag with forceful emphasis upon your very direction, then pointing with a rather strong emphasis too, to the bunch of coppers that's supposed to cater your complain or plead. all that fucking drama just to haul a fucking car (in my case, innocent car). oh, i forgot, he does it with the most serious i'ma-nail-your-ass look. it thrills you up to your spine, such vulgar act. boy oh boy, can you imagine that?
however, in contrast, it feels fun. unorthodox sort of excitement. a vision of danger, maybe? (danger my ass, having sex is more dangerous and being towed by a copper). whatever it was, i like it. i have opulent reason to belief that a certain skanky drama could do a pathetic stale life some good, no?
fucking off,
Liew
cult
(Monday, March 13, 2006)
retro.
(Saturday, March 11, 2006)
past tense: wedding
(Wednesday, March 08, 2006)precisely. wedding is long gone (actually only for a good 2 days).
anyway, they said the internet's will be installed somewhere this month. or next month. i hope they're right. it has been a while since i have access to broadband internet. or rather fresh graphical pornography.
damn you for accussing me a pervert. a shallow indignified horny bloke sounds less impulsive.
