minute
(Sunday, February 24, 2008)for a minute, just for a minute, i wish everything is not so complicated...
tick, tick, tick and it strikes 60.
hold tight, there we go again.
No WAYYYYYY!!!
(Tuesday, February 19, 2008)
Dear Explosions in the Sky,
Fucking practice till your fingers melts.
Fucking practice till your fingers melts.
it had better fucking be good.
or
anything within the range of perfect to mind blowing is mildly acceptable. A better performance is widely encouraged.
or
anything within the range of perfect to mind blowing is mildly acceptable. A better performance is widely encouraged.
anything less, well let's just say Hrasky is gonna be hit by a mysterious flying bottle of beer.
Warmest Regards,
Liew
Move.
(Monday, February 11, 2008)there are many repertoire of shopaholics. in a very recent interview i watched on the graphic box, a billionaire heiress that has more bags than the amount of wildlife africa can supply, subtly hinted that she doesn't quite like to shop. talk about prowess of being humble. what i never really understand is why in the world would anyone with the most silent jiggle in their half empty pocket would shamelessly pride themselves as shopaholics.
i am not the shopaholic.
despite the fact that i went to the fucking mall after the birds has gone sleep for explosion in the sky gig's ticket only to end up with a movie i never will watch and a book that i never knew why i got but boy, it felt terribly good to lug it out from the shop.
i am not a shopaholic.
i am, however, have always coincidently found things that i scarcely need everytime i am at the mall.
Sides.
()I would like to go on the record that neither Hillary Clinton or Barack Obama knows what the fuck they need to do to make the world a better place.
A fucking squirrel could probably fucking make better policy (or pretend to talk about making policy) better than any of them. The US of A is gonna be as lively as nanking during WWII. It's either gonna be a strap-on or a coloured penis.
Hmmmm...tough one here.
