Skypub. Gay name btw.

FINALLY!





Seems like im interrupting every solo pictures the hostress was trying to take with everyone one of us.


Failed attempt #1.


Failed attempt #2.


Aww look at that drunkard.


Yes, shes on top of me.


NO MY PICTURE!


First try.


Second try.


BAM here I am!


YT rocks!


And the fun begins.


Teasing the poor drunken birthday guy.


Ha.


AND MY FAVOURITE PIC OF THE DAY!


K.O

Muh man.

Iamgettingfat.

His site uplifted my Monday morning.
-
This morning when I was checking my email at work I received a wonderful surprise. My first message was from a man named Keith Basilio. Here is the first line of his message:

it’s a bird it’s a plane no it is your humungous cock

First of all Keith, I’d just like to thank you for confusing my penis with a massive steel object capable of ferrying hundreds of people and several tons of luggage across the ocean. And thank you for doing this at 8 in the morning. I wasn’t even angry when I found out that it was just an ad for Viagra. Your words meant a lot.

As soon as I read the message I decided that it was going to be a good day. I think I even whispered “It’s gonna be a good day.” Then, probably thinking that I was in the closing scenes of a movie where the protagonist has successfully made it through a series of grueling challenges to finally discover who he really is, I tilted my head back and took a swig of coffee from my thermos. God damn that thermos and its broken seal. I have to twist the cap on just right to make sure that the seal doesn’t leak. I guess that’s why someone abandoned it in my apartment laundry room beside the sad Monopoly board in the first place.

I’d forgotten to check the seal after filling the thermos up at the shop beside my school, and the unhappy result was that coffee dribbled out in a line directly down my front. It collected in the reservoir created where the vertical drop of my chest is rudely interrupted by the horizontal projection of my belly. I stood up and it looked like an arrow made out of coffee. Pissed me off is what it did.

The bell rang and I walked into the classroom, basically fuming. I felt/looked like crap, and this was not the first time it had happened.

“Good morning sir,” said the boy in the front row.

“Not good morning,” I said. “It’s only a morning.”

I stood up perfectly straight and extended my arms out from my sides.

“Can anyone guess why it might not be a good Monday morning?”

“Sweat under the arms,” said the Korean boy.

“You are sick,” said the girl from Turkey.

A third student piped up: “Your hair is pressed down. From the fog.”

“No. NO!” I said, and slammed my hands down on the desk. “Forget it.”

Then, for the next hour, I taught them a lesson on jokes. Each student was given a sheet of paper – the joke questions were on the left side, and the punch lines were on the right side. The object was for the students to match up the questions with the punch lines.

Nobody got any of the jokes, and I had to spend about 15 minutes explaining each one. There was not a single bit of laughter, but one Chinese girl nearly cried when I was explaining the final “joke” of the lesson:

“Come on guys,” I said, “think about it for a second: a woman is born in America, raised in France, and she dies in China. What is she? Think about it. It’s like a riddle.”

Silence.

“The answers are right there on your sheet. Think about it. It’s not that hard.”

More silence.

“GOD guys, the answer is she’s dead. DEAD!!! It’s written right there on your sheets!!!”

The Chinese girl’s eyes filled with tears and she bowed her head. A single tear dropped onto her sheet of jokes. I felt like a regular horse’s ass. It’s not often that I lose my temper in the classroom. The bell rang, and everyone silently gathered up their books and left.


-Text derived from Derek.

I woke up early today and missed playing Kaz3ro.

ROCK season's back with a new sound! True screamo <3

-

I wont let you pull me down.

Gap.

OMG. I found GAP music accidentely through LastFM. LASTFM IS LOVED!
I should subscribe to it seriously. Its such a hassle.

Gary Jules - Mad world

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very
Mad World
Mad world

Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
And I feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very
Mad World
Mad World
Enlarging your world
Mad World.

The Indian family.

"I am very, very sorry, my poor girl, I have caused you anger and humiliation in your life. Let me make it up to you."
As a high shriek rang across the gloomy and silent hallway, the girl's father tore her eye apart and her limbs off. His eyes weeped silently and he stared with a weird gleaming arduous acomplishment at his product.
As this gruesome movie is being played like a 3D effect, just like im there, I captured every details of the gore. The eye, the eye socket, the blood, the flesh and the pale white bones, buried within the mess.

Very, very disturbing. I am still very quite unhinged by the dream.

The Rape Scene.

My need for wide diversity and revolutions of music is becoming more than burden to me. More like perplexed. I got no idea where to put it all. I just downloaded a whole lot of sick stuffs.
Its now or never. The computer thing has been taking its troll on me.

Bye again.
P.S. Shit I missed my track.
P.P.S. LastFM kick ass more than my iTunes + iPod + Kaz3RO + Chivas + Ciggies + Sex

Your heart is an empty room.

The Malay's traditional headscarf always strikes me with great wonder and curiosity.
"How do you wear that? Does it comes with lots of style? Dont you feel hot at all? Humid? Sticky?... ... Smelly?"
The auntie looked at me with astounding bewilderment, "Why, its very easy actually. You can do it either way..." Her voice descended to a hollow monotone as my eyes transverse to every seemingly beaming faces beneathe the colourful illuminated headscarf.
One day. One day you will be suprised to see me wearing it.

-

Saturday night was a bam. Well okay it was not very unforgettable as before. Only hit my average drunkard level. Har har. But it was still an experience. I miss all my girls. Will update on the pictures as soon as XY did her part which would take her a thousand decades.

Night.

Headscarf.

The picture with the comment that made me burst out laughing.



Jbone - posted - 11/15/2007
cute ng feet.. hehe cute paden kea yan ngeon?:D

My feet is actually noticable. Pinoys never fail to make me laugh.

-

Work is getting better, I think.

And I forget everything that I was going to blog, every qoute, every sentence that I had in mind.

Will blog about the title when I have the time and mood. Shit.
I have to like cultivate the mood everytime.

Deuce.

First.

Wee. Just bought my black iPod classic 80GB a week ago.
Havent been updating recently. A sudden hiatus.
Sorry for being so busy with my life.
Sorry for being unable to visit, Gappers! Hope there would be another drinking session with you guys next month.

My new hobby at work. Just keep on writing.

My little note from work:

What does staring at the wall all day's worth?
$73 + suicidal thoughts in the idling mind.
With all the senseless talks back there, it is no wonder how they ended up spitting at me. They spit daggers through their smiles. Im amazed at the degree of idiocy they are using their brain cells with. Such hypocrisy.

It is a mental torture. No really but thanks.
I just got this huge surge to run around naked, screaming and yelling like a scrawny bimbo, till my throat quivers and vibrates. I couldnt beg and yearn for nothing more but weeds. Yes please, give me the budda.

Its funny how the room is so square. My instinct tells me that its all inter-connected. The room is square, our OM (operation method) is square and one day our mind will soon be "squared".

Its degrading. We are humans not robots. Humans tell the computer what to do. But in this case, not a chance. Sorry its too fucking boring. This job really question my ability and my capability to numb my own painful existence.

"The company pays you $73 to stand around and do nothing. What more can you ask. Just close one eye and do your things."
No im sorry. I cant. Cause if I do, the next second I would be closing both eyes and the next second you would see me outside the company without the $73.

Concerning the N level matter, I still havent got the guts to confess. Maybe I should write a manifesto declaring the truth. She is with antipation yet I am with trepidation. I brought this upon myself all along.
I came this far, I should never stop.
I just need a drink and a crazy night thats all.

-

I feel so blissful right now.
Great boyfriend great family.
What else can I ask for?
Looking forward to Decemeber or January.
We are gonna travel! Hope its foreal.
And a LeeHwa please.
Its gonna be a CRAZY CHRISTMAS.

Last christmas I gave you my heart
but the very next day, you gave it away.
This year, to save me from tears,
I gave it to someone special.

Bye. Enjoy.

Please forgive me.

Please forgive me
I dont know what I do
Please forgive me
I cant stop loving you
Dont deny me
This pain that im going through
Please forgive me
I need you like I do
Please believe me
Every word I said is true
Please forgive me
I cant stop loving you

iPod Classic?

I wont be good enough for you.
I know you'll make it through, I will never be around to see.
A shattered memory that you would stay through thick and thin with me.

But under my cover theres more torture than pleasure.
And just past my lips theres more anger than laughter.
Not now or forever will you ever change me,
I know that to go on, I'll break you my habit.

-

iPod classic? 160GB or 80GB?
Do I even need it? Hrm.

Here I am - Bryan Adams

Just sitting here.
Just sitting here with the breeze and the music.
Its all good.

Suddenly I felt all clear. Light and free.
I miss my dearest Ernies.
I miss my Dad.
I miss my Mom.
I miss all my beloved friends.
I've been waiting for you my whole life.
I wanna spend all my life with you.

Its a brand new life to pursuit.
No more bloody excuses.

-

Funniest thing at work yesterday.
Nick: "Topic - Prison Break."
Me: "Its Tancredi not Tancradi."
You suck in playing Hangman HAHAHA.

Night.
P.S I have forgiven you. Msg me anytime.

Its not.

"Maybe its love but its like you said, Love is like a role that we play.
But I believe in you so much, I could die for the words that you say."
Reminds me...

Anyway, I hurt my finger twice at the same spot deeper.
And there's this hero just waiting right there for me.
Dang cant touch the guitar.

Chaw.
P.S I am ready to forgive anything.

No more Chivas.

FUN.
I sacrificed my Chivas and it was worth it! Funniest night ever.
I think I have stomach cramps from laughing too much.
Especially the peeing part.
OH MY TUMMY. Im the greediest of all, thanks. So much for telling others off.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY YU JIA. I hope you enjoyed your drunkard night.

Inside out.

This, never fail to soothe my mood and soul.

The biggest lie you ever told
Your deepest fear bout growin old
The longest night you ever spent
The angriest letter you never sent
The boy you swore youd never leave
The one you kissed on new years eve
The sweetest dream you had last night
Your darkest hour, your hardest fight

I wanna know you, like I know myself.
Im waitin for you, there aint no one else.
Talk to me baby, scream and shout.
I want to know you inside out
I wanna dig down deep
I wanna lose some sleep
I wanna scream and shout
I wanna know you inside out
I wanna take my time
I wanna know your mind
Ya know there aint no doubt
I wanna know you inside out

The saddest song you ever heard
The most you said with just one word
The loneliest prayer you ever prayed
The truest vow you ever made
What makes you laught, what makes you cry
What makes you mad, what gets you by
You highest hight, your lowest low
These are the things I want to know

-

Things I thought I would never do - Going to the church.
I NEARLY FALL ASLEEP. IT IS SOOO POINTLESS.
Hilarious colleagues.

Leeched from his blog.
http://www.friends.imagini.net/@1775021-c1cd

Okay, HOPEFULLY, lets get drunk tonight girls!
No gambling please.
It always ends up me drinking alone or drinking with some other strangers. Jeebus.

-

I might hurt you at times.
I may be cold to you at times, but I still love you all the same.
I am not worth your devoutness.
I was so heartbroken to actually see you do that.
I couldnt believe the grievous sight.
You had just proved to me, you would do anything for me.
You had just proved that, theres no one like you I can find.
I dont want any Tulips and Lilies no more.
I want your loving care.

Bai.
P.S Hopefully, to Perth with Nicky Nick this december! HES PAYING NYAH.
[Althought I was really thinking of Africa with the Kung! bushman.]
P.P.S O.K I am officially pissed off/jealous of his bloody guitar. He just went to buy another guitar secretly behind my back.

Okay, since so, return me the baby. I'll give you back the money and everything hobo.

Earning more than 2G a month without a SINGLE cert. HAR HAR. I beat anyone of you guys HANDS DOWN. Couldnt be any better for now.

SUMMARY. [Damnit, hate summaries. Wheres the respect?]
Work was o-k. The joy is, every Malays speaks Melayu to me and the Chinese speaks English to me. HAAA. And the food. O-M-GEE. Cheap plus great. I am addicted to it.
Time was faster with Nick popping in every now and then.
Funny peoples.
Same posture, bones harden.

Chaw.

Where are you?

Whatever happened to the inspirations.
Whatever happened to the calm and aspiring.
Kay whatever.
-
Sorry for the deserted blog caused by my negligence.
But I just dont wanna continue the pointless posts anymore.
Its either something worthwhile, meaningful to me, or nothing at all.
-
Reality check.
How much wages we ask from life, life would have willingly give.
How much wages we want to get is how much work load have you done.
Im still oblivious to the risks and consequences.

NIGHTS.
P.S It creates a bond just by talking.