they may spend hours on disney, the playstation and even more on the internet
they are getting more disrespectful, violent and actually bigger in size
they are over xposed, overstimulated and plain over the moon sometimes.
but the children of tomorrow will always be a step ahead of us.
though most of the time, we just want them to be a version that was better than what we used to be, only more obedient, quiet and less irritating.
but if we take the time to push ourselves back to what it felt like to be young,
that feeling that all you wanted to do was not be young..........we soon realise that they ARE a better version,
surviving in a much more volatile world.........i guess experience differs from each individual.....but it in our times, it fits the bill.
they are growing faster, and having to make adult decisions much earlier in life
......you know it's hard out there for the young, they deserve a lot more respect, or they will never know what that concept is
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Saturday, November 15, 2008
you never close ur eyes anymore
where's the passion people?
are we doomed to be part of the robotic rat race?
why have all the options, if everything leads to the same thing?
what's wrong in accepting our differences?
i know i always love a good buffet, yeah you get stuffed at some point but it's the illusion that's fun knowing that you can have anything you want.
i think i'm going to throw up.
are we doomed to be part of the robotic rat race?
why have all the options, if everything leads to the same thing?
what's wrong in accepting our differences?
i know i always love a good buffet, yeah you get stuffed at some point but it's the illusion that's fun knowing that you can have anything you want.
i think i'm going to throw up.
Monday, October 20, 2008
curse of the gap
how much physical work are people really involved in? at least in the middle class above?
anywhere from 50-80 percent of ppl stare at a computer screen with their neck on their phones, from 9-5, talking about what and how they are going to get things done.
and maybe 20 percent of the time, it gets done to the tee.
the rest of the time it just gets lost in translation.
and then we spend more of the time trying to wash our hands clean of the clutter by shunting responsibility or painting the blame on the people we hate, or don;t really care about, as long as it's not our arses.
all we do is digest whatever we learn and regurgitate the originality of some other genius over and over again, till every story, every product, seems, feels, tastes the same.
and as long as it ends up in the black, be it big or small, we get by.
that's what we do, we get by without even bothering to burn the fat of our souls.
anywhere from 50-80 percent of ppl stare at a computer screen with their neck on their phones, from 9-5, talking about what and how they are going to get things done.
and maybe 20 percent of the time, it gets done to the tee.
the rest of the time it just gets lost in translation.
and then we spend more of the time trying to wash our hands clean of the clutter by shunting responsibility or painting the blame on the people we hate, or don;t really care about, as long as it's not our arses.
all we do is digest whatever we learn and regurgitate the originality of some other genius over and over again, till every story, every product, seems, feels, tastes the same.
and as long as it ends up in the black, be it big or small, we get by.
that's what we do, we get by without even bothering to burn the fat of our souls.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
raindrops keep falling on my head
the storm's a comin, has come
the sat tv only display's a yellow box to make things seem better than a red dot, when in actuality you can see neither picture in both.
if you wait long enough, the white noise just takes over, or for some a blank blue screen
so blue it lights up the dark room funny enough it feels colder through it's brightness.
it's nice to know in bad times that we are not alone, everybody suffers the same fate compared to when things are good.
like how we all lose transmission from time to time
....they keep falling.
the sat tv only display's a yellow box to make things seem better than a red dot, when in actuality you can see neither picture in both.
if you wait long enough, the white noise just takes over, or for some a blank blue screen
so blue it lights up the dark room funny enough it feels colder through it's brightness.
it's nice to know in bad times that we are not alone, everybody suffers the same fate compared to when things are good.
like how we all lose transmission from time to time
....they keep falling.
Thursday, October 09, 2008
maybe this time
internet connection is so bad, if this ever gets posted, then it's meant to be, if the connection is bad, then it'll be just lost in limbo.
listening to shadows from ASH, yes they aren't dead yet although most of my peers feel they are, i missed out catching them in Singapore, but you know money is always the case and going to a rock concert alone is as fun as playing table tennis solo.
Now my playlist has hit 'take the a train',
you'll find the quickest way to get to harlem . . . bad da bad do bad dodo (ella is the queen)
funny enough i was passing by Harlem, the Dutch one, probably where the name came from, didn't notice any swinging jazz bars though, just a hell load of bicycles and an Indonesian restaurant, that serves a kind of nasi padang gourmet style, it's funny how things always seem extra special just because you don't have it so often.
Like how safari's are in Africa.
Bad times are here to stay thanks to the world riding on debt, there isn't even enough money for wars to kick start the economy.
I dunno whether i'm lucky enough to go through such interesting times, or whether i'm shit scared that i'll be left in the gutter soon enough.
all said and done, we will always have music to inspire us, if there's no player in sight, at least it will always stay in my heart, even if i'm deaf, the vibrations are enough to know that i'm alive and nothing can touch me when things are already down in the dumps
people have been suffering since the dawn of time, maybe it's a big wake up call to everyone who has been ignoring the rate of poverty, that if we take care, or just plain care for one another then the world could just fizzle out in a more normal, respectable way
apart form it's accelerated, consumerist, suicide course it's taking on now.
listening to shadows from ASH, yes they aren't dead yet although most of my peers feel they are, i missed out catching them in Singapore, but you know money is always the case and going to a rock concert alone is as fun as playing table tennis solo.
Now my playlist has hit 'take the a train',
you'll find the quickest way to get to harlem . . . bad da bad do bad dodo (ella is the queen)
funny enough i was passing by Harlem, the Dutch one, probably where the name came from, didn't notice any swinging jazz bars though, just a hell load of bicycles and an Indonesian restaurant, that serves a kind of nasi padang gourmet style, it's funny how things always seem extra special just because you don't have it so often.
Like how safari's are in Africa.
Bad times are here to stay thanks to the world riding on debt, there isn't even enough money for wars to kick start the economy.
I dunno whether i'm lucky enough to go through such interesting times, or whether i'm shit scared that i'll be left in the gutter soon enough.
all said and done, we will always have music to inspire us, if there's no player in sight, at least it will always stay in my heart, even if i'm deaf, the vibrations are enough to know that i'm alive and nothing can touch me when things are already down in the dumps
people have been suffering since the dawn of time, maybe it's a big wake up call to everyone who has been ignoring the rate of poverty, that if we take care, or just plain care for one another then the world could just fizzle out in a more normal, respectable way
apart form it's accelerated, consumerist, suicide course it's taking on now.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
dry air
it's that time of the year,
the flu comes in coz the air is thin.
yet it's also perfect for airing ham and duck.
for every crappy thing there has to be a bright shining light.
hopefully before the end of the tunnel.
maybe you can line up multiple shinny still photos that animate as you walk through that dark tunnel, kind of what they used to do on the LRT's.
But somebody had to take em down, coz nobody wanted to continue paying for them, and we are left with a less aesthetic ride on the train...in our lives.
the flu comes in coz the air is thin.
yet it's also perfect for airing ham and duck.
for every crappy thing there has to be a bright shining light.
hopefully before the end of the tunnel.
maybe you can line up multiple shinny still photos that animate as you walk through that dark tunnel, kind of what they used to do on the LRT's.
But somebody had to take em down, coz nobody wanted to continue paying for them, and we are left with a less aesthetic ride on the train...in our lives.
Monday, August 18, 2008
silverado
lee chong wei makes new strides into msian badminton by getting a silver in the singles of the olympics.
but everybody will remember how he missed out on the gold.
the problem with competition is, if you aint first, you're last.
be it business, sport or war.
Nobody cares if chelsea could have won the title last season, the whole point is that they didnt.....and that's why they know if they dont do it this season, then all the millions theyve been spending on will go to waste.
they finally figured it out, you need a championship manager, and they have it this time....so maybe they can figure things out.
Kicking out talent, not respecting them, and down to it all, not paying them what they deserve, always leaves you with second best.
If people start to realize that, then they'll be making strides in everything they do, be it business, sport or war.
but sometimes only a select type of people understand what true recognition is, and these guys are usually the champions in their field.
the rest, are just the first of the losers.
and i hope i dont ever become one of em.
but everybody will remember how he missed out on the gold.
the problem with competition is, if you aint first, you're last.
be it business, sport or war.
Nobody cares if chelsea could have won the title last season, the whole point is that they didnt.....and that's why they know if they dont do it this season, then all the millions theyve been spending on will go to waste.
they finally figured it out, you need a championship manager, and they have it this time....so maybe they can figure things out.
Kicking out talent, not respecting them, and down to it all, not paying them what they deserve, always leaves you with second best.
If people start to realize that, then they'll be making strides in everything they do, be it business, sport or war.
but sometimes only a select type of people understand what true recognition is, and these guys are usually the champions in their field.
the rest, are just the first of the losers.
and i hope i dont ever become one of em.
Monday, July 21, 2008
101
i'm getting old
i sleep more often watching movies, something i'd never thought would happen to me, especially when i use to wonder how my dad would just fall asleep at the most interesting parts of an action movie.
same shit is happening to me, maybe it's the overdose of CG or my ability to endure bad storytelling.
a lot of people would say, well you're not even 30, you're still young, and obviously it comes from those who are 40 and above, it's amazing how they wake up everyday, i guess i'll only understand when i get that ancient.
but the only real thing that bothers me about aging, is the inevitable end of it all.
i've seen people who have passed away gracefully and those who weren't prepared.
how will i be in the end? i never had a problem with the concept of death whether it comes now or later, but if i do reach some phenomenal expiry date and, when i'm lying with my last breath.
will i then finally be afraid, the fear a result of never acting on your desires, and ultimate regret.
i best prepare to live a life that i can be satisfied with before i leave this world.
only ones own expectations count.
i sleep more often watching movies, something i'd never thought would happen to me, especially when i use to wonder how my dad would just fall asleep at the most interesting parts of an action movie.
same shit is happening to me, maybe it's the overdose of CG or my ability to endure bad storytelling.
a lot of people would say, well you're not even 30, you're still young, and obviously it comes from those who are 40 and above, it's amazing how they wake up everyday, i guess i'll only understand when i get that ancient.
but the only real thing that bothers me about aging, is the inevitable end of it all.
i've seen people who have passed away gracefully and those who weren't prepared.
how will i be in the end? i never had a problem with the concept of death whether it comes now or later, but if i do reach some phenomenal expiry date and, when i'm lying with my last breath.
will i then finally be afraid, the fear a result of never acting on your desires, and ultimate regret.
i best prepare to live a life that i can be satisfied with before i leave this world.
only ones own expectations count.
Thursday, July 10, 2008
number 100
the barrier
or barriers
there seems to be too many these days
and still none of them seem to be overcome
the spider's web continues to grow as fast as we do sometimes
it's almost futile to keep trying to break through alone
we must get some help or be eaten up like the rest of the other flies.
$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$
or barriers
there seems to be too many these days
and still none of them seem to be overcome
the spider's web continues to grow as fast as we do sometimes
it's almost futile to keep trying to break through alone
we must get some help or be eaten up like the rest of the other flies.
$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$
Saturday, May 31, 2008
hello again my friend
it's been awhile since we met,
our lives might have gone in separate directions
but our faith remains the same.
some say i've changed drastically, true in some sense, but only in a more honest way.
if honesty is negative and evil, than i proclaim myself a villain.
nothing interests me anymore apart from things that are real.
the illusions, the dreams have matured.
sometimes it feels like hot dry dust, but that very dust is what we are made of and will be in the future.
the moment to seize is shrinking and it's invaluable.
it's time for a new generation and no longer do i feel the mover but more the motivator.
the only legacy left, is to leave others to lead and live out whatever little i have as loud as possible.
no regrets, no time wasted, no no's.
till the next time, you are the only one that knows who i really am, and only time will reveal who we all really are.
right or wrong.
our lives might have gone in separate directions
but our faith remains the same.
some say i've changed drastically, true in some sense, but only in a more honest way.
if honesty is negative and evil, than i proclaim myself a villain.
nothing interests me anymore apart from things that are real.
the illusions, the dreams have matured.
sometimes it feels like hot dry dust, but that very dust is what we are made of and will be in the future.
the moment to seize is shrinking and it's invaluable.
it's time for a new generation and no longer do i feel the mover but more the motivator.
the only legacy left, is to leave others to lead and live out whatever little i have as loud as possible.
no regrets, no time wasted, no no's.
till the next time, you are the only one that knows who i really am, and only time will reveal who we all really are.
right or wrong.
Saturday, May 03, 2008
this is real life
hot oxygen, this is real
pins n needles, this real
salted tears, this is real
silent suffering, this is real
twinkle toes, this is real
fluffy dust, this is real
rugged disappointments, this is real
thumping bass drum, this is real
moth on the wall, this is real
breaking glass, this is real
ice cold death, this is real
indigo skies, this is real
chopping board, this is real
down on my knees, this is real
blackened sun, this is real
.......................................this is real
pins n needles, this real
salted tears, this is real
silent suffering, this is real
twinkle toes, this is real
fluffy dust, this is real
rugged disappointments, this is real
thumping bass drum, this is real
moth on the wall, this is real
breaking glass, this is real
ice cold death, this is real
indigo skies, this is real
chopping board, this is real
down on my knees, this is real
blackened sun, this is real
.......................................this is real
Saturday, April 05, 2008
new haven
saturday again,
and it's great not to be working.
it's great not to be shopping.
it's great just doing nothing at all.
when we were young, we used to be so eager to be on the outside of the house, to meet new friends and make new adventures.
but now when were older, we see loads of people everyday, and not all of them are interesting, the best things in life is to stay away and let silence take control.
even cleaning my whole house never felt so good, as long as there's nobody in sight nobody to bother about, just my TV on the food channels and my laptop to scribble my feelings before i forget that i actually once was a sane person.
even just the sound of my fans and my leaking pipes are enough company to keep me at peace.
because a day and half more, i continue to be enslaved.
cherish the moments.
and it's great not to be working.
it's great not to be shopping.
it's great just doing nothing at all.
when we were young, we used to be so eager to be on the outside of the house, to meet new friends and make new adventures.
but now when were older, we see loads of people everyday, and not all of them are interesting, the best things in life is to stay away and let silence take control.
even cleaning my whole house never felt so good, as long as there's nobody in sight nobody to bother about, just my TV on the food channels and my laptop to scribble my feelings before i forget that i actually once was a sane person.
even just the sound of my fans and my leaking pipes are enough company to keep me at peace.
because a day and half more, i continue to be enslaved.
cherish the moments.
Wednesday, April 02, 2008
it's about time
the weekend of weekends had just passed me by
nothing spectacular yet nothing mundane was involved
i decided to help my friend in his tattoo business and get my very first tat
on my inner right arm, yes it hurts, no the pain doesnt numb out, and i could have probably slept through it because i was so freakin tired before i got started.
apart from working 5 days a week, i drove to seremban before the tat to help my friend's mom with some household stuff, weirdly enough i would be visiting n9 the very next day to cover the first leg of the malaysian rally championships.
not the most interesting of sports but the people involved are one of the nicest in the entire world, so i think they deserved the exposure.
so fast forward flashback to sunday in the wee hours of the morning , while semi-recovering from getting inked over 4 hours i headed with my ap to bahau, a small town in the district of jempol in the freakin hell of nowhere!
it's kinda like close from the border of n9 to pahang.
and it's trunk round from around before kuala pilah to the destination which was the hotel base camp, era hotel, which sounded like the swankiest thing in the middle of freakin nowhere!
so getting in the rally mood i decided to overtake anybody i could because the sun was coming up and we kinda wasted time at one of the highway stops to try and buy KFC but the it was too freakin early in the morning and all they had was sausages and all the other shit in the breakfast package.
so obviously we didnt have any of that shit.
fastforward flashback to the rally, we reached the hotel bang on time just before the last media van headed off, i thanked the heavens that i didnt get into any accidents trying to overtake the million lorries and trailers enroute to our checkpoint.
the rally overall, good as usual, we wrapped up at about 2 something but we had to wait another 2 hours for the prize giving ceremony, so we crashed into one of the PR personnels hotel rooms.
i took a bath and changed my tat dressing, and eventually knocked out due to the exhaustion.
we got the prize giving over and done with soon enough, and we were glad to continue rallying home.
but there was something in our way.
a very big thing
a freakin mountain/hill, i dont really know what to classify it apart from being the DEVILS pimple on this earth.
it was about 20km jammed up to the top of the beast and at alot of times traffic was on a standstill, not suprising since there was only one freakin lane for each side of the traffic. talk about zero transportation development, thanks a lot sammy, i wonder why nobody gives a rat ass about you anymore.
so in short it took us only 2 hours to leave from USJ to Bahau, but it took us 2hours just to get past the mountain, and hell, there wasnt even any accidents or construction work, it was like a freakin phenomenon after getting past the summit everything was free flowing.
I hate all you drivers who cant just speed it up!!! cant you see that everybody is jammed up behind you!!!!
you will burn in hell with your car!
fastfowardflashback
at least nobody died, although we wanted to see blood, so went on to head to the senawang exit of the north-south.
and while we were crossing the overhead bridge we could see the entire highway jammed up,
we flipped , we cried, we laughed, we were glad the opposition are slowly leveling things up.
we even almost ran out of fuel.
it was the worst of driving experiences it was the best of driving experiences.
i know i'll never forget it, but i figured i jot it down just in case i did.
FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK all the useless drivers and transportation planners out there.
nothing spectacular yet nothing mundane was involved
i decided to help my friend in his tattoo business and get my very first tat
on my inner right arm, yes it hurts, no the pain doesnt numb out, and i could have probably slept through it because i was so freakin tired before i got started.
apart from working 5 days a week, i drove to seremban before the tat to help my friend's mom with some household stuff, weirdly enough i would be visiting n9 the very next day to cover the first leg of the malaysian rally championships.
not the most interesting of sports but the people involved are one of the nicest in the entire world, so i think they deserved the exposure.
so fast forward flashback to sunday in the wee hours of the morning , while semi-recovering from getting inked over 4 hours i headed with my ap to bahau, a small town in the district of jempol in the freakin hell of nowhere!
it's kinda like close from the border of n9 to pahang.
and it's trunk round from around before kuala pilah to the destination which was the hotel base camp, era hotel, which sounded like the swankiest thing in the middle of freakin nowhere!
so getting in the rally mood i decided to overtake anybody i could because the sun was coming up and we kinda wasted time at one of the highway stops to try and buy KFC but the it was too freakin early in the morning and all they had was sausages and all the other shit in the breakfast package.
so obviously we didnt have any of that shit.
fastforward flashback to the rally, we reached the hotel bang on time just before the last media van headed off, i thanked the heavens that i didnt get into any accidents trying to overtake the million lorries and trailers enroute to our checkpoint.
the rally overall, good as usual, we wrapped up at about 2 something but we had to wait another 2 hours for the prize giving ceremony, so we crashed into one of the PR personnels hotel rooms.
i took a bath and changed my tat dressing, and eventually knocked out due to the exhaustion.
we got the prize giving over and done with soon enough, and we were glad to continue rallying home.
but there was something in our way.
a very big thing
a freakin mountain/hill, i dont really know what to classify it apart from being the DEVILS pimple on this earth.
it was about 20km jammed up to the top of the beast and at alot of times traffic was on a standstill, not suprising since there was only one freakin lane for each side of the traffic. talk about zero transportation development, thanks a lot sammy, i wonder why nobody gives a rat ass about you anymore.
so in short it took us only 2 hours to leave from USJ to Bahau, but it took us 2hours just to get past the mountain, and hell, there wasnt even any accidents or construction work, it was like a freakin phenomenon after getting past the summit everything was free flowing.
I hate all you drivers who cant just speed it up!!! cant you see that everybody is jammed up behind you!!!!
you will burn in hell with your car!
fastfowardflashback
at least nobody died, although we wanted to see blood, so went on to head to the senawang exit of the north-south.
and while we were crossing the overhead bridge we could see the entire highway jammed up,
we flipped , we cried, we laughed, we were glad the opposition are slowly leveling things up.
we even almost ran out of fuel.
it was the worst of driving experiences it was the best of driving experiences.
i know i'll never forget it, but i figured i jot it down just in case i did.
FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK all the useless drivers and transportation planners out there.
Sunday, February 24, 2008
for this moment
i never thought i'd have a window just to myself, in the midday that is.
just waiting for things to get on, when ur so caught up with work all the time, it's difficult to appreciate time wasted.
coz its money, and sometimes more than that.
but i guess those who can afford to throw time away are rich in it, or just unwise.
i havent a clue which category i fall into, but for sure, i'm running out of things to do if i dont have my trusty playstation or good old music CDs (seeing that i hardly buy newer CDs like all other old farts)
excitement has to come at a much higher cost,
this beast cant be held down by the everday lifestyle of a modern day slave,
its time to get out and live it, and fall back down to deepest pits in order to get back up again and zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
i even bore myself to sleep blogging.
but i guess i'm just passing time.
just waiting for things to get on, when ur so caught up with work all the time, it's difficult to appreciate time wasted.
coz its money, and sometimes more than that.
but i guess those who can afford to throw time away are rich in it, or just unwise.
i havent a clue which category i fall into, but for sure, i'm running out of things to do if i dont have my trusty playstation or good old music CDs (seeing that i hardly buy newer CDs like all other old farts)
excitement has to come at a much higher cost,
this beast cant be held down by the everday lifestyle of a modern day slave,
its time to get out and live it, and fall back down to deepest pits in order to get back up again and zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
i even bore myself to sleep blogging.
but i guess i'm just passing time.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
i see trees that are green
and a shitload of kap chais
all over the place, all over the time
and i think to myself, its still a wonderful world.
-try this system in KL and maybe just maybe things can get moving,
-no scrap that idea, we'll just end up with a hell of a lot more people dying not only by road accidents alone.
not always great when ur in foreign lands on work, i'd so like to grab a ak-47 and start blowing shit up, but i guess it's not doable.
food, some are good some aint that great, ppl are always nice in these regions, i think they went through enough shit to know that life is shorter by being an asshole.
SO all the assholes i know out there take note.
big ass notes are suprisingly still more fun than coins
-there is some freedom and there isnt
but the essentials are all you need in a place like ho chi minh, your own beer and football on the tele
kudos to communism that works like here, cuba and singapore.
if more people care about others, then it'll truly be
a wonderful world
all over the place, all over the time
and i think to myself, its still a wonderful world.
-try this system in KL and maybe just maybe things can get moving,
-no scrap that idea, we'll just end up with a hell of a lot more people dying not only by road accidents alone.
not always great when ur in foreign lands on work, i'd so like to grab a ak-47 and start blowing shit up, but i guess it's not doable.
food, some are good some aint that great, ppl are always nice in these regions, i think they went through enough shit to know that life is shorter by being an asshole.
SO all the assholes i know out there take note.
big ass notes are suprisingly still more fun than coins
-there is some freedom and there isnt
but the essentials are all you need in a place like ho chi minh, your own beer and football on the tele
kudos to communism that works like here, cuba and singapore.
if more people care about others, then it'll truly be
a wonderful world
Monday, February 04, 2008
do you remember the days
do not bring us to the test but deliver us from evil
the words that was input to my mind even before i could understand it.
i alwyas thought what test? like the test in schools? i didnt like those so maybe jesus did have a point.
fastfoward 20 years, i can still remember it word for word, and i can't account the numerous times we have been put to the test, and you know it just didnt stop after SPM.
but after getting through deepest of shits, maybe they should change the line to :
bring on the freakin tests and fuck evil in the face.
coz there is so much to learn and the best moments come in the most trying of those.
(yeah yeah i know its all about the apocolypse)
but maybe it's just some sort of stay safe method that saves people from more depression.
whatever it is, i know a played a game of football without boots,
my foot is hurt, but my heart keeps beating.
if there never was another hole to fall in,
i'd rather die now than worry about living.
the words that was input to my mind even before i could understand it.
i alwyas thought what test? like the test in schools? i didnt like those so maybe jesus did have a point.
fastfoward 20 years, i can still remember it word for word, and i can't account the numerous times we have been put to the test, and you know it just didnt stop after SPM.
but after getting through deepest of shits, maybe they should change the line to :
bring on the freakin tests and fuck evil in the face.
coz there is so much to learn and the best moments come in the most trying of those.
(yeah yeah i know its all about the apocolypse)
but maybe it's just some sort of stay safe method that saves people from more depression.
whatever it is, i know a played a game of football without boots,
my foot is hurt, but my heart keeps beating.
if there never was another hole to fall in,
i'd rather die now than worry about living.
Sunday, January 27, 2008
runs-ing out of time
Everytime i hear a tune from the 80s, however cheesy or corny it is, i just totally get into it,
i'm more into it then i ever was when i was a kid, in fact i was probably more into pop ular music back then.
but nowadays you can play any crap from what Michael Mann would use in a movie, with all that pornstar saxaphone, and i'm lifted into a higher state of euphoria.
it all boils down to nostalgia i guess, it's the fear of getting older or maybe the pressures of knowing that it's prime time now, no suckin on your mamas tit anymore.
i do feel old, i get tired faster, more emotional, cranky and cheap. And people always tell me that i'm young, obviously those who are older than me and are even more afraid of being labeled ancient, but you know you guys are,
because there are a whole other bunch of psychotic teens coming out from the computer age who are more violent and sex driven as ever,
they don't even know the meaning of politics just the controversies and they'll do anything to prove that their different, if it means listening to crappy music and loving crappy movies and dressing like chimps.
but weren't we any different when we were young?
all i know is, i've been shitting water for the last 3 days, the doc says it's a gut infection and that usually only tourist get it.
so i know my time is running out, the only thing i was ever known for my whole life was to digest any form of solid in my stomach be it titanium.
now im just an old geezer losing all the good bacteria in my intestines.
but thanks to the doc, i've got semi-solid turds thus far thanks to some medication.
so there's still hope.
time to chug some vitagen.
i'm more into it then i ever was when i was a kid, in fact i was probably more into pop ular music back then.
but nowadays you can play any crap from what Michael Mann would use in a movie, with all that pornstar saxaphone, and i'm lifted into a higher state of euphoria.
it all boils down to nostalgia i guess, it's the fear of getting older or maybe the pressures of knowing that it's prime time now, no suckin on your mamas tit anymore.
i do feel old, i get tired faster, more emotional, cranky and cheap. And people always tell me that i'm young, obviously those who are older than me and are even more afraid of being labeled ancient, but you know you guys are,
because there are a whole other bunch of psychotic teens coming out from the computer age who are more violent and sex driven as ever,
they don't even know the meaning of politics just the controversies and they'll do anything to prove that their different, if it means listening to crappy music and loving crappy movies and dressing like chimps.
but weren't we any different when we were young?
all i know is, i've been shitting water for the last 3 days, the doc says it's a gut infection and that usually only tourist get it.
so i know my time is running out, the only thing i was ever known for my whole life was to digest any form of solid in my stomach be it titanium.
now im just an old geezer losing all the good bacteria in my intestines.
but thanks to the doc, i've got semi-solid turds thus far thanks to some medication.
so there's still hope.
time to chug some vitagen.
Monday, January 21, 2008
cant seem to remember
there always seems to be many interesting things to write about,
but if you don't get it down fast enough, it just gets swept away in the short term memory of your brain.
i could have swore i had a million things to write about, but i guess it wasn't that interesting after all for me to even remember.
one thing i do remember is going to KLCC,
it's been awhile for me seeing that there are many other places to go to nowadays and i'm not desperate to see the latest pumps jimmy choo has to offer (yup i just noticed his shop)
but something really shook me as i stood on the second floor looking down and up at the big concourse and all the people moving up and down, well actually the building itself was moving
*pause
just remembered that tower records does not have their wall listening stations anymore, which makes me wonder, why the fuck not? it's not like their gonna get more people buying stuff after that.
*un pause, just had to write it down before i forgot.
and so the ground beneath me was actually shaking, like KLCC always does, it's still a magnificent structure that we take for granted and i guess it kinda speaks to you, the bigger and stronger you get, you still have to sway or else everything just shatters.
but if you don't get it down fast enough, it just gets swept away in the short term memory of your brain.
i could have swore i had a million things to write about, but i guess it wasn't that interesting after all for me to even remember.
one thing i do remember is going to KLCC,
it's been awhile for me seeing that there are many other places to go to nowadays and i'm not desperate to see the latest pumps jimmy choo has to offer (yup i just noticed his shop)
but something really shook me as i stood on the second floor looking down and up at the big concourse and all the people moving up and down, well actually the building itself was moving
*pause
just remembered that tower records does not have their wall listening stations anymore, which makes me wonder, why the fuck not? it's not like their gonna get more people buying stuff after that.
*un pause, just had to write it down before i forgot.
and so the ground beneath me was actually shaking, like KLCC always does, it's still a magnificent structure that we take for granted and i guess it kinda speaks to you, the bigger and stronger you get, you still have to sway or else everything just shatters.
Wednesday, January 09, 2008
What the Fokk
Bought a 9.99 flight back home from penang to subang.
it was about 50 bucks actually after tax, but that's as cheap as you can get, to SUBANG, i love the old airport, coz it makes fokkin sense.
And riding on a Fokker is not that bad, it's not too fokkin noisy, it's not to fokkin bumpy, there's a shitload more legroom compared to the fokkers at airasia.
the only thing is that it fokkin stinks of some fokker taking a fokkin dump.
but after a while your fokkin nose gets used to it.
It slower than your usual fokkin conventional planes, but i enjoyed the fokker.
i get to land in fokkin subang and that's fokkin excellent.
It's basically the start of a new fokkin adventure.
it was about 50 bucks actually after tax, but that's as cheap as you can get, to SUBANG, i love the old airport, coz it makes fokkin sense.
And riding on a Fokker is not that bad, it's not too fokkin noisy, it's not to fokkin bumpy, there's a shitload more legroom compared to the fokkers at airasia.
the only thing is that it fokkin stinks of some fokker taking a fokkin dump.
but after a while your fokkin nose gets used to it.
It slower than your usual fokkin conventional planes, but i enjoyed the fokker.
i get to land in fokkin subang and that's fokkin excellent.
It's basically the start of a new fokkin adventure.
Monday, January 07, 2008
the good thing about
writing a blog is that now I find that i can look back at my previous years and see what the hell i was doing or how i was thinking.
Looking back at January 06 and 07 i noticed there was a lot of football talk, which does wonders for my job now, i actually remember what happened a year ago,
and i havent been writing about football since it became my work, but i think i need to continue what ive started for the sake that deep down it is my most loyal thing in the whole world,
parents get divorced, cars and houses get better or worse, but a man's football club always remains the same,
unless of course you're a lesser of a man, or a frustrated scouser.
so its January of 2008, Manchester just beat Aston Villa 2-0 in the FA cup to progress to the next round, Liverpool drew with Luton 1-1, i'd love to laugh out loud but clearly Luton needed the money in the return leg and the scousers did not want to give up a percentage of their ticket sales.
*mental note, everytime this type of games happen, do put a lot of money on it coz you know exactly whats gonna happen, and it happens all the time even with MU sadly, was it Barnsley the last time?
back to the BPL, Manchester are lugging it out with Arsenal, but let me put my 2 cents worth and say that United are going to win the Champions League, nobody really has highlighted it that much, but to me they've really developed into a solid continental side, which occasionally lets some premiership teams beat them.
the BPL is going to be a tough one with Arsenal in full thrust and Chelsea are the outsiders but they have as much a chance as Manchester.
So my pick would be MU in the UCL and as fan for the BPL also.
and mark my freakin words, Mourinho will come to Old Trafford one day, it's practically Portugal already.
REVENGE is sweet.
Looking back at January 06 and 07 i noticed there was a lot of football talk, which does wonders for my job now, i actually remember what happened a year ago,
and i havent been writing about football since it became my work, but i think i need to continue what ive started for the sake that deep down it is my most loyal thing in the whole world,
parents get divorced, cars and houses get better or worse, but a man's football club always remains the same,
unless of course you're a lesser of a man, or a frustrated scouser.
so its January of 2008, Manchester just beat Aston Villa 2-0 in the FA cup to progress to the next round, Liverpool drew with Luton 1-1, i'd love to laugh out loud but clearly Luton needed the money in the return leg and the scousers did not want to give up a percentage of their ticket sales.
*mental note, everytime this type of games happen, do put a lot of money on it coz you know exactly whats gonna happen, and it happens all the time even with MU sadly, was it Barnsley the last time?
back to the BPL, Manchester are lugging it out with Arsenal, but let me put my 2 cents worth and say that United are going to win the Champions League, nobody really has highlighted it that much, but to me they've really developed into a solid continental side, which occasionally lets some premiership teams beat them.
the BPL is going to be a tough one with Arsenal in full thrust and Chelsea are the outsiders but they have as much a chance as Manchester.
So my pick would be MU in the UCL and as fan for the BPL also.
and mark my freakin words, Mourinho will come to Old Trafford one day, it's practically Portugal already.
REVENGE is sweet.
Sunday, January 06, 2008
white fur
once hyperactive and over diuretic,
not to mention horny as hell,
now senile, sleepy but still diuretic.
time flies faster for those who walk on four,
and soon i shall witness their demise despite entering the world earlier.
but there's nothing more fulfilling than leading a loyal life, i wish sometimes people could be simple, but then again i don't find licking my own butt that much satisfying.
to sweat off the tongue is as marvelous as turning water into wine.
not to mention horny as hell,
now senile, sleepy but still diuretic.
time flies faster for those who walk on four,
and soon i shall witness their demise despite entering the world earlier.
but there's nothing more fulfilling than leading a loyal life, i wish sometimes people could be simple, but then again i don't find licking my own butt that much satisfying.
to sweat off the tongue is as marvelous as turning water into wine.
Thursday, January 03, 2008
that heat
small, curvy, bumpy roads,
they're not comfortable but they bring you places.
I've had to come from big highways to come back to these roads to remember...what Ramirez has taught me.
The hawkers, they never seem to die, they still back at their same corners, selling their same specialty, only filled with more white hair than ever, but they ain't dead yet.
And that hot hot humid heat, the breath of life that burns in my lungs still tastes drier than ever, it makes me love the darkness but also realise how cold it can be.
There is still not much vanity on the island compared to the city, people are simpler and could not give a rats ass what lies beyond the bridge.
Those of us who have left to find a bigger world, find an endless road that leads to the lives of others, though similar but far from comforting.
Let us not forget where we came from and those who choose to identify their origins, we are all part of something big but immensely diverse.
they're not comfortable but they bring you places.
I've had to come from big highways to come back to these roads to remember...what Ramirez has taught me.
The hawkers, they never seem to die, they still back at their same corners, selling their same specialty, only filled with more white hair than ever, but they ain't dead yet.
And that hot hot humid heat, the breath of life that burns in my lungs still tastes drier than ever, it makes me love the darkness but also realise how cold it can be.
There is still not much vanity on the island compared to the city, people are simpler and could not give a rats ass what lies beyond the bridge.
Those of us who have left to find a bigger world, find an endless road that leads to the lives of others, though similar but far from comforting.
Let us not forget where we came from and those who choose to identify their origins, we are all part of something big but immensely diverse.
Wednesday, January 02, 2008
2008
I can't remember the last time I worked on the new year,
in fact i might have never had before in my life, i would've remembered because i would have had triple pay.
so guess I'll remember this new year, starting the working day in an empty industrial area, hungover, waiting to slit my wrist.
but things have flied fast in the last 2007,
and so it goes when you're too busy to think, you don't have to worry so much.
A little hour of family and booze makes everything better, and that's probably all i got, but it might be the most cherished.
Nope, coz i passed out from all the food and the boring football matches.
Let's see what was most memorable about 2007 apart from Manchester winning the premiership.
.......nah it just flew past, and i didnt end up homeless.
so all the best, my the year of the rat make me appreciate the little crumbs often overlooked.
in fact i might have never had before in my life, i would've remembered because i would have had triple pay.
so guess I'll remember this new year, starting the working day in an empty industrial area, hungover, waiting to slit my wrist.
but things have flied fast in the last 2007,
and so it goes when you're too busy to think, you don't have to worry so much.
A little hour of family and booze makes everything better, and that's probably all i got, but it might be the most cherished.
Nope, coz i passed out from all the food and the boring football matches.
Let's see what was most memorable about 2007 apart from Manchester winning the premiership.
.......nah it just flew past, and i didnt end up homeless.
so all the best, my the year of the rat make me appreciate the little crumbs often overlooked.
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