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Romance.

(Monday, November 22, 2010)
there was a point i do things own my own. then there was the sid's season. after that there's no time anymore. there are time to read about investments. time to plan for what i am going to do at work tomorrow. time to spend with rocky. time for hunt for acoustic music. time to read.

it's just now me chasing for the next rush.

being an adult is just about losing part of oneself more and more. the small parts that makes me, me, slowly gets shreadded unknowingly. painlessly.

just i want it back.

real bad.

i want it all back.


12:21 AM


Totally.

(Wednesday, November 03, 2010)
it must have been a long long time since i last wrote anything cause when i went to blogger.com, i saw a cobweb icon. google won't let me log in despite i know that i had a blog. fuck you, google was on chorus in my head. in the age of technology, the problem is, you can fucking cuss your hearts out and the laptop is just gonna stay a laptop. it doesn't overheat cause you hurt their feeling, google don't lose any sleep from your outburst. though relatively insane, despite all the logic we were brought up with, we have to fucking do it anyway just for kick.

the thing about technology is, it's awfully good. i am in love with them cause i don't generally like people. they are from penang, they talk too much, they have herpes and all kinds of weird shit them fuckers bring to the table that makes you not wanna know anybody. human should come with specification like computers and they should never ever ever lie about it or they just, you know, mysteriously die or get sued. in life, if you know enough lawyers, you fancy the former, believe me.

there i was in one of my favorite pubs of all time, feeling sickly with Rachel cause she just graduated and wanted burger of some kind. the kind of burger that the damn writers in how i met your mother made a special tribute episode to. so this waiter came with my beer and it looked cloudy as london. the fact that i was in and english club doesn't quite justify the cloudiness in their beer. the damn beer went passed 1 bar manager, 1 bartender, 1 waitress onto my table and nobody cared enough to wonder why the beer is so ballistic that it looks impossibly cloudy. they were all just asshole humans.

so we come out with a term that human makes mistaken, the kind of script to get us out of sticky situations. some cunt uses it more often cause he's got allowance for mistake. my ass. we made computers, they hardly make any mistakes. Like a clockwork, they'd call it and we made that too for god's sake. we don't make mistake. we either lose focus or we just don't care enough.

so this morning, after spending approximately 10 attempts on login, and hell lot of cussing so foul, it makes malaysia river smells like eden (not the fucking restaurant, mind you), i changed my login id. and the gatekeeper magically let me in. good part it, my laptop wasn't mad at me. she took it like a warrior.


9:05 PM


Testing the blog with iPod

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This is odd, for some weird reason it doesn't spell correct. Oh fuck a duck.

Anyway, I am in the Zone. can't stop writing. Ok this is it. Fuck it. Getting my laptop. Jeez...
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8:43 PM


liewxxx.

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i love it.

i feel dandy.

what does dandy means.

anyway, in the course of my year, i have to say that i have not much time to blog anymore. of my collective thought are not being profaned in, say a pub in Damansara Heights every saturday afternoon, rather?

no. it's not the same. writing makes me feel at ease. the little quarrel i have within myself gets solved. the eccentricity gets littered profoundly. if my thoughts have a mother, she would be quite proud of the way i handled this.

talking about writing i have recently dwelled into the world of twitter. i call twitter say what you want, in as few words as possible. make reading blog like reading a book. the thing is, we are slowly poisoning ourselves. no such thing as a beautifully written sentence or play or words, just 'i am currently having lunch in xxx location'. we all have our lunch and dinner, we need not speak about it. if the lunch sucks, it's just a meal. if service is bad, there's certainly more than 160 characters to describe them. funny we voluntarily imprison our own mind and encourage shorter thoughts.

the way we are killing ourselves, we don't need no big waves or huge rock from the sky to hit us. from the way it's going, we are doing it ourselves. pretty damn good job too.

but i love the part where i get police roadblock updates.


12:20 PM


Weeds.

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my friend just posted some link in facebook on how different kind of weed you know makes you a different person.

ON FACEBOOK, where everyone can see it.

i so qualify for lamebookdotcom now.


12:15 PM


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