lady luck is a perilous annihilating whore.
(Friday, March 30, 2007)the cancerous unrest was to be overlooked. the cancerous unrest mutated unwarmingly into a catatonic. luck? it has absolutely nothing to do with luck. intangible faculty of dogmatic ignorance cultivated the entire adversity. what done cannot be undone, the intense momentum is maniacal. for once, i could but only admire the rigidness of such mishap, engineered to such a unique tone of perfection. the monstrous tempo denied many possibilty of correctional encounter.
i'm not complaning, though, i'm just in the midst of calculating the cost of the adversity and perhaps somehow, by chance, a evasive solution to the perfect storm.
see what.
(Thursday, March 15, 2007)
Laurent Garnier is the shit, people. well time for bed. tomorrow's a long fucking day.
(Wednesday, March 07, 2007)
my brains feels cloudy. as if it was a sponge that was soaked into a pond of soya. in other words it feels more or less like 'tau fu far'. the joy of sleeping late talking about breast size and it's provocation. not that i have any breast, mind you.
man, i wish there's an energy booster pack to mount onto my head in days liek this.
ABC-D
()i prefer a D to C or a B or A. life has reach a new grade of boredom at 1am. muthafuck.
those damned hours.
()for no reason, i'm feeling restless.
i have concrete reasons to believe it's got something to do with chinese new year withdrawal.
alright, i was typing a mail.
then i zoned out for a while with my fingers intuitively danced around the keyboard. this is what i saw after that:
Dear Sir/Madam,
Offer for a Trainee Position
With reference to your application for traineeship with our firm, we would like to make an offer to hire your black ass, punk muthafucker. So with immediate effect, you better fucking get your ass here and
before i know it, i'm back to reality again.
