like a dream it was, so white and fluffy in the morning,
could it be, some freak of nature? or a miracle of some kind
nope,
its just fucking hazy
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
Friday, July 15, 2005
that dirty little feeling
you have tons of work to do......
you have ample time do it......
but at the same time u figure, what about a few minutes of sleep since its so hard to find these days...
and then you wake up five hours, or worse still the next day!
and all but shite is done.
that's the dirty little feeling that lingers whenever responsibilty lurks.
are we all programed to be rebels of reality or is just my bloody generation, or not to be a stereotype-freak......just me
dont really know all the answers, just now the feelings.
You know when you're thrashing someone's ass in pool, or cards or drinking games, or work assignemnts....
and all you need is that final blow to send your oponent to oblivion,
and you loosen your guard coz,,,, hell what's the worst that could happen?
then....BAM that backstabing office whore is out there bitching about your laziest moments! or you just lose that silly bet that anybody would have avoided.
that's what i'm talking about, that dirty little feeling when everything reaches the brink of time,spcae,reality,bla bla bla
and some of us are actually attuned to disaster before it happens, call it pattern recognization, call it ESP call it the freakin FORCE, but hell we still tend to choose the harder paths.....but why?
some say stupidity, others spirituality, i think our brain does some selections without our heart's notice.
but as we all know, what's the sweet without the bitter anyway? the laze without the hassle
the spotless without the downright feakin dirty feeling
you have ample time do it......
but at the same time u figure, what about a few minutes of sleep since its so hard to find these days...
and then you wake up five hours, or worse still the next day!
and all but shite is done.
that's the dirty little feeling that lingers whenever responsibilty lurks.
are we all programed to be rebels of reality or is just my bloody generation, or not to be a stereotype-freak......just me
dont really know all the answers, just now the feelings.
You know when you're thrashing someone's ass in pool, or cards or drinking games, or work assignemnts....
and all you need is that final blow to send your oponent to oblivion,
and you loosen your guard coz,,,, hell what's the worst that could happen?
then....BAM that backstabing office whore is out there bitching about your laziest moments! or you just lose that silly bet that anybody would have avoided.
that's what i'm talking about, that dirty little feeling when everything reaches the brink of time,spcae,reality,bla bla bla
and some of us are actually attuned to disaster before it happens, call it pattern recognization, call it ESP call it the freakin FORCE, but hell we still tend to choose the harder paths.....but why?
some say stupidity, others spirituality, i think our brain does some selections without our heart's notice.
but as we all know, what's the sweet without the bitter anyway? the laze without the hassle
the spotless without the downright feakin dirty feeling
Friday, May 27, 2005
a long time ago, in a galaxy far far away
a great many things have happened in the last few weeks
liverpool won the european cup, a useless american idol was born, a contender was put into place, i had my birthday....
but the biggest would've been the REVENGE of the SITH
it has been a long time since i've been totally engaged in a movie, maybe it had to do with some nostalgia crap coming along with star wars, but i'd prefer it that Lucas did a great job.
there could have been no one who would be able to have tied up every single detail in the saga like he could, why of course he did create all those complicated storylines anyway.
people complain about all the trivial things like,,,,,why weren't there enough wookie scenes, why did darth vader had to say NO at the end like he did, why didn't they get the voice of james earl jones, why is yoda still looking fake, why arent obi-wan and anakin not melting their boots off on the volcanic planet, why is amidala getting pregnant so fast, why didn't all the jedi get killed by darth vader himself, why do they always have corny one liners, why can't they talk like real people talk, why is the opening parts of the movie so messy, why is grevious such a coward, why does artoo have so many gadgets compared to his supposed future....bla bla (the blabble of the depressives)
my only respond to the million and one doubts would be, why the hell did you watch the movie in the first place? is it because of the obvious hype? the need to be kiasu enough to painstakingly get the first few tickets only to realise you can't get a multiple orgasm watching the show,
why pay to watch it in the cinema when you already despise Lucas' wealth and power, why make weird criticism only to be different than the crowd, not realising whether you even understood the show,
why don't people lighten up and realise that star wars is in fact a sci-fi fantasy show, it has always been like that, it has always been a world of one mind, Lucas' mind, if you didn't like what he did last time, why complain? it's not like anybody would bother complaining about say Rocky 5, or Rambo 3, or Star Trek insurrection, or Jaws 3, or Alien 4, or Sembilu 2005
it's because you already know, what the hell you are getting in for
....apart from the obvious fact that there will always exist people who seek sadness, pain and disappointment to jerk off on,,
i'm glad i had the time of my life watching it twice, can't wait to watch it more, the last bit of my childhood has already passed me by
i guess now i can seek some depression to jerk off on, too.........
liverpool won the european cup, a useless american idol was born, a contender was put into place, i had my birthday....
but the biggest would've been the REVENGE of the SITH
it has been a long time since i've been totally engaged in a movie, maybe it had to do with some nostalgia crap coming along with star wars, but i'd prefer it that Lucas did a great job.
there could have been no one who would be able to have tied up every single detail in the saga like he could, why of course he did create all those complicated storylines anyway.
people complain about all the trivial things like,,,,,why weren't there enough wookie scenes, why did darth vader had to say NO at the end like he did, why didn't they get the voice of james earl jones, why is yoda still looking fake, why arent obi-wan and anakin not melting their boots off on the volcanic planet, why is amidala getting pregnant so fast, why didn't all the jedi get killed by darth vader himself, why do they always have corny one liners, why can't they talk like real people talk, why is the opening parts of the movie so messy, why is grevious such a coward, why does artoo have so many gadgets compared to his supposed future....bla bla (the blabble of the depressives)
my only respond to the million and one doubts would be, why the hell did you watch the movie in the first place? is it because of the obvious hype? the need to be kiasu enough to painstakingly get the first few tickets only to realise you can't get a multiple orgasm watching the show,
why pay to watch it in the cinema when you already despise Lucas' wealth and power, why make weird criticism only to be different than the crowd, not realising whether you even understood the show,
why don't people lighten up and realise that star wars is in fact a sci-fi fantasy show, it has always been like that, it has always been a world of one mind, Lucas' mind, if you didn't like what he did last time, why complain? it's not like anybody would bother complaining about say Rocky 5, or Rambo 3, or Star Trek insurrection, or Jaws 3, or Alien 4, or Sembilu 2005
it's because you already know, what the hell you are getting in for
....apart from the obvious fact that there will always exist people who seek sadness, pain and disappointment to jerk off on,,
i'm glad i had the time of my life watching it twice, can't wait to watch it more, the last bit of my childhood has already passed me by
i guess now i can seek some depression to jerk off on, too.........
Tuesday, May 17, 2005
i need to change my wipers
vrip-vrap, vrip-vrap
the sound of my wipers along my muddy windscreen
20-20 vision out the window when the heavens cry
disensitised by the dangers, igno-rised by the fatigue
"lazy bastard" makes it all complete
it gets dark, virtual blindness
we have choices, let there be kindness
should have blogged about star wars, but have to watch it tomorrow for a better picture
the sound of my wipers along my muddy windscreen
20-20 vision out the window when the heavens cry
disensitised by the dangers, igno-rised by the fatigue
"lazy bastard" makes it all complete
it gets dark, virtual blindness
we have choices, let there be kindness
should have blogged about star wars, but have to watch it tomorrow for a better picture
Sunday, May 01, 2005
Sunday, April 24, 2005
almost done
third audition venue of Msian Idol
after penang, im coming back to KL, leaving one home for another,
learned so much this trip back, trying to bring friends and crew members to interesting places,
lotsa headache, i'm those type of ppl that am contempted with eating canned food, so penang food is more like my mama's cooking, i know there's a lot of cool shit to eat out there, but i think my nearby market suits me just fine.
and the first day of auditions, i was assigned to take scenic shots of the island, only then do i really appreciate the aestathic view penang has to offer, i usually think of it as a dirty shithole, but nothing can beat the pollution in KL, and seriously JB looks like hell on earth, a very boring hell though.
...back to penang
you've got lotsa nature on the west side, total ulu-ness, and you have a fusion of heritage buildings and feng tau clubs on the main coast. and the food....damn it,,,,it's still bloody cheap.
3 big wan tan mee and some chicken legs.....RM 9.50, beat that you other ulu states!
i feel rejuvenated seeing piracy shops opening in full bloom like some HMV where people can come together and rejoice the rebellion of overpriced goods.
i love this little island as much as i hate it's secluded-narrow mindedness,
but ever so unique it is
after penang, im coming back to KL, leaving one home for another,
learned so much this trip back, trying to bring friends and crew members to interesting places,
lotsa headache, i'm those type of ppl that am contempted with eating canned food, so penang food is more like my mama's cooking, i know there's a lot of cool shit to eat out there, but i think my nearby market suits me just fine.
and the first day of auditions, i was assigned to take scenic shots of the island, only then do i really appreciate the aestathic view penang has to offer, i usually think of it as a dirty shithole, but nothing can beat the pollution in KL, and seriously JB looks like hell on earth, a very boring hell though.
...back to penang
you've got lotsa nature on the west side, total ulu-ness, and you have a fusion of heritage buildings and feng tau clubs on the main coast. and the food....damn it,,,,it's still bloody cheap.
3 big wan tan mee and some chicken legs.....RM 9.50, beat that you other ulu states!
i feel rejuvenated seeing piracy shops opening in full bloom like some HMV where people can come together and rejoice the rebellion of overpriced goods.
i love this little island as much as i hate it's secluded-narrow mindedness,
but ever so unique it is
Sunday, April 10, 2005
beyond the threshold
yup, feet hurts, i mean they really hurt,
it aint easy being big and heavy while relying on your tiny little toes to do all the walking,
but that's what the production job requires, yeah, i've been sitting on my ass for so long, i guess a bit of pain wouldn't hurt
sweat, a very interesting thing, you can sweat so much till, it doesn't feel hot anymore, until your sweat forms back into fine salt, until you sweat over your first layer of sweat.
and yes, it stinks ass, but sweat enough, and you'll be used to it.
heat, its frickin hot in kuching, and it rains like shite too, so my skin is pink already, healing from the burns after shooting scenic scenes in the hot sun.
and yeah, hadnt had time to update nuts, acutally using tmnet's computer, like all the other idol contestants, i have to wait in line,
but the weird thing is, sleep never felt better, i just hit the sack and i'm off
eheemm,,,,,,,dreaming of it right now..............zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
it aint easy being big and heavy while relying on your tiny little toes to do all the walking,
but that's what the production job requires, yeah, i've been sitting on my ass for so long, i guess a bit of pain wouldn't hurt
sweat, a very interesting thing, you can sweat so much till, it doesn't feel hot anymore, until your sweat forms back into fine salt, until you sweat over your first layer of sweat.
and yes, it stinks ass, but sweat enough, and you'll be used to it.
heat, its frickin hot in kuching, and it rains like shite too, so my skin is pink already, healing from the burns after shooting scenic scenes in the hot sun.
and yeah, hadnt had time to update nuts, acutally using tmnet's computer, like all the other idol contestants, i have to wait in line,
but the weird thing is, sleep never felt better, i just hit the sack and i'm off
eheemm,,,,,,,dreaming of it right now..............zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Tuesday, April 05, 2005
sounds of gaffer tape
yup, everytime i hear the tape rip, the stuffing of bubble wrap,
it's another season for the malaysian idol,
another 6 months of gruelling labourous, mind numbing fiasco, leaving me in a sea of weirdo's to find real talent, and they only want real talent.
sure i get more pay now, but i still don't have my own computer, still ransacking other people's stationary, still buying bottles of water, seeing i never want to leave my personal cup here, even though i can,
but back to reality, people are running around while i try to complete this blog, looking like i'm busy writing up some scripts, or filling out forms, as long as i keep my confused yet serious face, i doubt anybody will bother me.
weather is pretty cool this morning, but in the office it doesnt matter, it's always like switzerland over here,
ever notice how you get splitting headaches going out in the hot sun for some bah kut teh, and coming back in the cold confines of a cubicle thinking how fat the pig really was?
that's asia in a nutshell, extreme contrasts, things that make us unique, exotic plain...
shit, i heard my name being called
gotta go |
Thursday, March 31, 2005
drilling thoughts
throttle peddle jammed yesterday.
could not brake with ease.
had to switch the engines off while rolling,
kicked the peddle back out, restarted the beast.
a good way to wake up before work.
spent today's working morning not at work, spent at the mechanics, had to fix the problem.
not knowing cantonese still sucks, being i still resort to body gestures to tell my mechanic what i wanted fix.
he fixed it like i was the worst thing that happened to his life, poor guy, can't blame him, fixing other people's problems day in day out, probably wondering why people cant take care of themselves.
but hell, he looks fit, at least most of em do, that's the beauty of a labour intensive job, you're paid peanuts but the workout is free.
spent two hours fixing and servicing my car, had nothing much to do but read the papers and find out how the government would want future high rises to be earthquake proof,
what about my apartment? do i get some compensation for a crappily built piece of shit,
where murky water creeps out of my parquet when the penthouse resident decides to fill his jaccuzi every now and then?
or i'd just rather be happy if assholes above me stop throwing thrash from above, stinking the whole joint.
but i guess i do the same thing to my mechanics, sure i'm paying them, but it doesn't mean they have to give me service with a smile, even though competition is tough.
that's what i like about this country, it's honest, and most people know it.
could not brake with ease.
had to switch the engines off while rolling,
kicked the peddle back out, restarted the beast.
a good way to wake up before work.
spent today's working morning not at work, spent at the mechanics, had to fix the problem.
not knowing cantonese still sucks, being i still resort to body gestures to tell my mechanic what i wanted fix.
he fixed it like i was the worst thing that happened to his life, poor guy, can't blame him, fixing other people's problems day in day out, probably wondering why people cant take care of themselves.
but hell, he looks fit, at least most of em do, that's the beauty of a labour intensive job, you're paid peanuts but the workout is free.
spent two hours fixing and servicing my car, had nothing much to do but read the papers and find out how the government would want future high rises to be earthquake proof,
what about my apartment? do i get some compensation for a crappily built piece of shit,
where murky water creeps out of my parquet when the penthouse resident decides to fill his jaccuzi every now and then?
or i'd just rather be happy if assholes above me stop throwing thrash from above, stinking the whole joint.
but i guess i do the same thing to my mechanics, sure i'm paying them, but it doesn't mean they have to give me service with a smile, even though competition is tough.
that's what i like about this country, it's honest, and most people know it.
Sunday, March 27, 2005
phew finally
the first of firsts, i mean second,
i mean i hardly wanted to fall into the land of blogging, but i desperately wanted to comment on someone elses blog, but the freakin site could only allow bloggers to comment, imagine that?
what's the big deal anyway? i mean anyone like me could just simply sign up and do the same thing,
someone like me who fell for the ingenious trap that allowed me to be suckered to lay my thoughts on the web for all to see,.....damn it all.
what's worse, this is actually my second blog! in the space of 5 mins.
it was all about starting the first blog, had to try to come up with a stupid address name, but so many stupid lines had already been taken, so i simply typed in anglodurianciku.blogspot.com,
and i guess in the middle of setting my first blog up, my IE decided to crash,
so now my first blog still appears in my account but there is no way of getting to it,
thus the creation of my second.
and i swear no longer to be suckered into it anymore, so please do not respond to anything on this blog, or i would be obliged as a curious cat to keep this blog alive.
dumb-ass signing out.
i mean i hardly wanted to fall into the land of blogging, but i desperately wanted to comment on someone elses blog, but the freakin site could only allow bloggers to comment, imagine that?
what's the big deal anyway? i mean anyone like me could just simply sign up and do the same thing,
someone like me who fell for the ingenious trap that allowed me to be suckered to lay my thoughts on the web for all to see,.....damn it all.
what's worse, this is actually my second blog! in the space of 5 mins.
it was all about starting the first blog, had to try to come up with a stupid address name, but so many stupid lines had already been taken, so i simply typed in anglodurianciku.blogspot.com,
and i guess in the middle of setting my first blog up, my IE decided to crash,
so now my first blog still appears in my account but there is no way of getting to it,
thus the creation of my second.
and i swear no longer to be suckered into it anymore, so please do not respond to anything on this blog, or i would be obliged as a curious cat to keep this blog alive.
dumb-ass signing out.
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