(Thursday, November 23, 2006)
right, so fafat tagged me. i have to do this. actually i have no idea why i'm doing this...
Layer ONE : On the Outside
Name : Liew
Birth Date : unknown.
Current Status : staying-in with pamela anderson having hot wild kinky sex everynight. sorry, guys, i don't mean to hurt your petite feelings.
Eye color : Brownish - i think.
Hair Color: black, like my skin.
Righty or Lefty : Lefty. the smart type. all righties are fucking idiots. that's right, ALL RIGHTIES ARE FUCKING IDIOTS. sue me.
Zodiac Sign : the moutain goat. go figure.
Layer TWO : On the inside
Your Heritage: black. icelandic.
Your Fears : that people will love me more than i want them to. which always happens.
Your Weaknesses : krytonite. that big green crystal.
Your Perfect Pizza : margarita, only if they know how to make it the right way. 99% malaysians make disturbingly awful pizza. fucking wankers.
Layer THREE : Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow
Your thoughts first waking up : why the fuck am i up again?
Your Bedtime : i need to sleep i need to sleep i need to fucking sleep
Your most missed memory : staying up until morning for breakfast. then go back to sleep.
Layer FOUR : Your Pick
Pepsi or Coke : Coke, no contest. michael jackson did an ad for pepsi, look what happened to him. and britney spears too. it's cursed.
McDonald's or Burger King : Burger King. McDonald's make pussy burger, too small for my liking.
Single or group dates: Orgy, fuck the dates yo'...
Adidas or Nike: Neither, Puma's the brand. jonathan davis wears puma. he the shit.
Lipton tea or Nestea: Neither. why there so many pussy whipped questions, dammit. fucking hell.
Chocolate or vanilla: Both
Cappuccino or coffee: Coffee. Black, like me.
Layer FIVE : Do you
Smoke : for some fucked up reason, i couldn't pick up the habit. damn.
Curse : fucking hell. no, not really.
Layer SIX : In the Past Month
Drank alcohol: yes, please.
Gone to the mall: yes
Been on stage: no
Eaten sushi: yes. (i hate japanese food actually.)
Dyed your hair: nope.
Layer SEVEN: Have You Ever?
Played a stripping game: yes. why, does it bother you? does having pamela anderson around you makes you nervous?
Changed who you were to fit in: it's impossible to say no. like that time, i was hanging out with some chinese boys and them wus going all cantonese and all and i hate to like speak in fucking canto to get with them yellow boys, ya' dig?
Layer EIGHT
Age you're hoping to be married : now this is why the world makes shallow people. getting married? tsk. fuck off and die.
Layer NINE: In a Girl/Guy.
Best eye colour: Green/Blue/Grey
Best hair colour: as blonde as pamela anderson can get. if you can make it blonder, i'll love you even more.
Short or long hair: longish but a little short.
Layer TEN: What Were You Doing.
1 minute ago : doing this stupid thing. duh! are you a fucking nut?
1 hour ago : cooking for the entire family
4.5 hours ago : sleeping
1 month ago : had a drive through with some homies.
1 year ago : exchange couple of live round with the coppers.
Layer ELEVEN : Finish The Sentence
I love: having an orgy with pamela anderson, kate beckinsale and nicole kidman.
I feel: like eating bananas. a lot a lot of bananas
I hate: to juggle chainsaws in a mono-cycle while eating curry noodle. and the new james bond and everyone that loves that fugly looking monster.
I hide: some glock in my car case i need to do a drive through.
I miss: drinking kristal with a bunch of playmates.
I need: to drink 2 litres a water a day to stay healty and cool.
Layer TWELVE : Tag 5 people
1. pamela anderson
2. kate beckinsale
3. nicole kidman
4. hugh marston hefner
5. 2pac, my nigga', word.
missing person.
(Saturday, November 18, 2006)
there was a recent survey on radio - who's the next big action hero of our era? the answer sort of boiled back to vin diesel and this other dude whose name i don't bother to remember. to me, there isn't anyone suitable to be an action hero anymore. daniel craig can have 20,ooo orgasms fucking horses while waiting but he will not ever make to the action hero hall of fame. that fucking wanker.
now...i'm not out to diss daniel craig. he's just an ugly fuck with a face far less emotional than a fucking plank. there's a sort of hollywood culture going about which i don't really fancy having around, not the hot chicks, but the kind of effort they make to ignite and justify an establish character's background. add some feel and emotional into it so that they don't look crude.
take James Bond. the vodka martini shaken not stirred british hero cum playa' which we all know. he a pimp, he's basically a tank to his foes. now why the fuck in the natural celestial logic do we need to know where the fuck he came from? everytime someone wonders where Bond came from, his answer is either to kill a bad guy, roll some communist with a tank or fuck some chick and the very thought disappears. if the thought revoked again, he's probably chewing on a terrorist's guts, which then it's so fucking cool you forget about yet again. someone with character doesn't need a past. statistically, almost every movie franchise that try explaining all that history shit after a successful chapter just rocked into an endless pit of the damned.
so a no brainer movie would garner more attention (plus dough) comparing to a mind twisting one. so what defines a good movie hero? here's a few suggestions that i humbly believe would help:
1) how must they look like?
if it's a chap, he's got to be not ugly. hell he can have a pencil dick for all i care, but NOT UGLY. so daniel craig is out. in the case where it's a women, she's got to look great next even white taking a dump, sexy outfit but nothing too radical like cat-woman, which was top of the table ugly too. both must not fall in love nor fucking have emotions. who the wants wants to care how superman got his first laid or his annoying pathetic monotonous love with lois lane.
2) what will happen to them if they don't fall in love?
fuck all. they're here to save the world, clean the street and all that jack, not fuck out women.
3) what about sex?
oh, that, easy, every of those action hero movies must come with an orgy scene. batman & spiderman tag team sex with all girls from a college or a state. catwoman and wonderwoman orgy with James Bond for all i care. sex scenes make or break a movie. take some jeena jameson porn for example.
4) any other?
if possible, bad habits help. junkie spiderman, chain-smoking batman, alcoholic Bond. it'll definately make them more shady and interesting.
that would do. i think my brains are dying on me.
Vodka Martini.
(Friday, November 17, 2006)
the British is a great establishment. if someone asks me what's so nice about the brits, it'll sound a little something like the jaguars, the infamous Queen, the even more famous
once princess, union jack which you can use to style everything from roof to underwear, david beckham, victoria spice, football, the uncanny sense of humour just to name a few.
it bears so much style and eloquence, you can't help but to fancy them unless you're a fucking yankees, which you are not, i believe. the best British franchise in a movie is, but of course, Bond, JamesfuckingBond, the double oh-7 bigtime spy himself whom loyalty is only to Her Royal Highness, and looks so fucking elegant, he'll turn a nun into a sex-addict whore if he glared at her longer than a second.
the movie franchise matured from tacky gadgets into establishing the finest man on the entire cosmic, a suit-wearing, seductive tough guy. i love watching JamesfuckingBond. From the best looking grandpops alive, sean connery now they're casting daniel craig as Jamesfuckingdoubleoh7? now that is just fucked. i watched the movie last night and daniel craig is the complete anti-thesis of double-oh-seven. for one he looks like a plank. sorry, i correct myself, a plank is better looking than him.
there was this scene where he tried to look sexy to bed a chick and muthafucking hell, i broke into laughig looking at his funny face. how the fuckin' frying hell can someone look so fucking ugly be a symbol of jolly british men? so i spent 2 and a half hours watching an ugly man seducing women which fighting some villians. that was just fucking awful. the irony is, this movie actually proves that ugly tough guys can hook up with sexy chicks too if they know how to use their gun fluently (no pun intended). that's not right. ugly men are bad-asses. they rape goats in spare minutes of their lives while cutting kid's flesh to feed them back to the goats.
for the first ever time, the villian which is pretty ugly looks way better than an agent.
again, is it me or the new james bond looks like a plank?
bark
(Thursday, November 16, 2006)
have i ever mentioned that my sister in law gave birth to a healthy 3pointsomething pound little girl last sunday?
ok, let me get this clear, if you're giving me one of those 'awwwwww...that's nice!' expression, it's about time you fuck off. oh yes, run along...apparently we do not share a same vision on kids, before you get your whole neighbour to write me a forceful petition on why the hell is a kiddy good.
anyway, back to senseless round of self-worshipping ramblings, now a baby actually infiltrated my guardian walls. well, after i was stripped defenseless, i concluded that;
1) babies really make a lot of noise
2) babies make a lot a lot a lot of noise
3) they cry at 3 in the morning regardless of life threatening gestures from Osama Bin Laden.
4) all babies do all day long is eat and sleep and cry occasionly just for the attention.
for some crazy reasons, all the animals in the family is extremely curious about the arrival of the little one. falling far away from expectation, they don't share the atrocious enmity that i have for the kiddo. ben the great dane pops his head occasionly through the window to crave his curiousity hunger, vanessa the veteran kitty doesn't know whether to ignore her or to have a tete-a-tete with her and mr jingles the crazy humongous fluffy bad-ass kitten gets a little edgy at first but not it's as interesting watching bunch of wankers play intelligent cricket on the tele. even the cock next door came over to pay a visit. but of course we ate him.
i have to give it jin chi (kiddo's name) for leisuring them animals.
now, how should i start?
(Monday, November 13, 2006)
i'm sort of hooked to orwell's 1984. it's one of the best fiction i've read for a long long time. queen of the damned and the vampire lestat made me felt like i should blast my fucking brains out because of the depressing content. not, depressing just do not do the book any justice. it's more on mellow, mediocre. too many of those gives you an unbearable desire to kill something, mostly yourself.
will write when i have something on in my life.
