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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.