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Blood, tears & gold

noreply@blogger.com (edt) — Mon, 29 Nov 2010 14:00:00 +0000

Love grows cold. Blood, tears and gold.

You only have yourself to blame. Free falling 100 stories high, floating. And the next thing you know your head lands first and your smashed face is immersed in blood, tears and brainjuice. All because of high induced hope and expectations.

Maybe I'll start to be more serious from now on, so that people will laugh harder the next time when I'm not.

Love grows cold, so does belief.

H+Air

noreply@blogger.com (edt) — Tue, 23 Nov 2010 13:11:00 +0000

Hey Ma, I wanna grow Dean's hair on top of my head.

Monument

noreply@blogger.com (edt) — Sat, 13 Nov 2010 11:36:00 +0000

tommy emmanuel live in esplanade 24.10.2010

before i forget, which i doubt i ever will for the rest of my life.

i made it to the concert. the man played classical gas. shaking his hand, i looked down at my feet and mumbled "you are a big inspiration", he threw me back the biggest smile and with deep gratitude he replied, "thank you, thank you!"

i guess this is what it feels like to be in awe of a person.

Disclaimer: Adult content. No child pornography. Enter or Enter.

noreply@blogger.com (edt) — Sat, 13 Nov 2010 06:16:00 +0000

Pirelli x Terry Richardson

Sheer rawness and primitive.

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Walking in Space

noreply@blogger.com (edt) — Wed, 10 Nov 2010 16:22:00 +0000

why do i always feel that I don't belong? that there is another real-world outside waiting for me. if so, where and when does this real-world occur? where do i get off? where do we get off?

And if you ever get lonely, you just go to the record store and visit all your friends.

noreply@blogger.com (edt) — Tue, 09 Nov 2010 14:41:00 +0000

screencaps from movie 'Almost Famous'

The only true currency in this bankrupt world... is what you share with someone else when you're uncool.

Note to self

noreply@blogger.com (edt) — Tue, 08 Jun 2010 04:28:00 +0000

People who feel the need to talk shit about someone or be a random asshole to them, are merely insecure or afraid to truly express themselves due to what people might think of them. When you go through any situation where someone is mean to you for no reason, pay attention to them and the ways they try to secretly defend themselves by putting the spotlight onto someone else. You’ll realize that they’re only trying to cover something up that they don’t want anyone knowing about them. So don’t take anything they say too seriously.

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Huh? Tumblr?

noreply@blogger.com (edt) — Mon, 24 May 2010 13:54:00 +0000

I now have a bloggo version of twitter and it's called tumblr. No, it's not a typo. It's really called tumblr wtf.

Tumblr.

It kinda looks like some incoherent jabberwoocky u slam on your keyboard when you get excited, e.g sadfgh or asdasdkj or aeioumangkalilovesu WTF. How do you fucking pronounce it anyways? Tumbler (water bottle wtf?) Tum-ber-ler? Tum-brrrrr? Tum-blek??? Ok the last one sounds like tamil.

Ok but I guess it's very teh cool since it starts with a T like Twitter and now people can talk to themselves in more than 140 words. Seriously what kinda mad kuku world are we living in? Huh what? you agree with me right? Yes correct I know right high 5 yeah im talking to you yes ohyes yes yeahh.... wtf

And I was just wondering what do you call posts you upload on tumblr? Theres this catchy word like twit for twitter, blog for blogspot etc. So..posts on tumblr?

"I just tumed!" - tumblr user

"Wahh I post alot of tums today lei!" - tumblr user 2

"I just retummed your tum!" - tumber user 3

Tum.

Isn't that the sound your shit makes when it lands on the toilet bowl. Tum!!!

Oh by the way here's my TUMS at my TUM-blr. Click here and...wait for it..........

Tum!!!!!

Sorry I can't help it.

P/s: I'm not giving up on blogspot cause I secretly think I have at least 12524 loyal silent readers and I'm not gonna letcha down yeah yes yes yeahh....and no I'm talking to myself.

Suedehead

noreply@blogger.com (edt) — Thu, 13 May 2010 13:19:00 +0000

Morrissey - Suedehead (live circa 1992)

Loops today: 5 times in my ipod, 8 times in my head, 10 times before i goto bed.

Wonderwall

noreply@blogger.com (edt) — Thu, 29 Apr 2010 15:59:00 +0000

The Runaways

noreply@blogger.com (edt) — Tue, 20 Apr 2010 13:32:00 +0000

Dakota Fanning is smokin' in this. Apparently, there's an awesome 'David Bowie' part. Fuck, I need to watch this in the cinemas.

Digressing, I need a pair of new leather shoes. Both metaphorically and literally. God knows I'm getting me the same shit as to others.

Getting me the ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb! WTF

10 things I'm grateful for

noreply@blogger.com (edt) — Sun, 21 Mar 2010 14:27:00 +0000

1. I'm alive wtf

2. This is irrelevant but i think something fcking huge is coming up next week. WOW LOOK AT THE DATE 29TH IS ALMOST HERE HAHAHA.

3. Well it's march, which means may is coming, which means phone contract is ending, which means the sky is opening up and I can get a new phone wtf. But how am I gonna afford one? Please refer to point no.2 wtf

4. Awesome people at work.

5. Not so awesome people at work, so people who are awesome actually stand out more wtf.

6. The other job waiting for me, exponentially more interesting.

7. PP fucking stream of course.

8. Food and maybe some booze.

9. Paycheck. To pay for future presumptuous school fees wtf.

10. People at home.

And this sums up the month of march.

Bowersox

noreply@blogger.com (edt) — Mon, 15 Mar 2010 16:18:00 +0000

I got fucking goosebumps all over. She can sing her butt off and she's gonna weeeeen. Her or the rad tattoo dude Andrew Garcia.

***

I got lowballed for a job offer. Why am I even surprise? Story of my fucking life.

I'm stuck in a shit perpetual state where everything is too awesome to be true. I don't wanna be no pessimist but I need a good reason to believe again, that good things DO happen.

People at work are getting tricky. For now, I'm gratified on just observing and keeping an open mind about things. But I do think I have friends there that I can trust and it's all cool until it's not.

HOHOHO! I'm so mysterious did you just peed in your panties??? HAHAHA KBAI

McQ

noreply@blogger.com (edt) — Sun, 14 Feb 2010 13:58:00 +0000

RIP ALEXANDER MCQUEEN.

Cognitive

noreply@blogger.com (edt) — Tue, 09 Feb 2010 14:11:00 +0000

Imagine, when we call a strike and everyone refuses to work until we redistribute the wealth of the world.
- Fight Club

Yup. I don't detest work at all.

***

Actually, undo those stars. I'm not done with my work rant.

Accounts/Admin Assistant. What a shitty abstract position. So am I an account or an admin assistant you ask. I don't know myself as well. No shit. Fundamentally, it's just a low budget no brainer lack of resource shithole I got myself into. I can't really tell you my daily work routine here or you'll slit my throat and mug me when I'm on my way to bank tomorrow. Shit I just revealed myself wtf.

Everything here is a photocopy of a photocopy of a photocopy. (I just wanted to use this fucking awesome phrase from fight club, actually I don't really know what it meant wtf) Everyone does the same mundane routine and fucking looks forward to weekends. It's like zombieland for christ's sake. They sleep with their eyes open on weekdays and wake up to life on weekends. Do they really have a life during weekends? I don't know.

When I say everyone, I'm so including myself in the vortex of work hell. I'm slowly being sucked into doing things from muscle memory rather than my brain. I take a stack of notes and I know it's a fucking $2x100 pcs. And at the end of the month you get $10x150pcs and buy stuff you don't really need just so you can goto work hell the month after and repeat the same whole damn thing again.

Fuck our lives. Fuck our generation. Fuck the advertisements. Fuck civilization.

I have no conclusion to this at all as I have no answer to life, yet. What's our purpose here? Earn as much money as you can, spend it and bring the leftovers to your grave? So that our next generation will follow our footsteps continue to vandalize the world till extinction.

Turn on your tv sets and watch the news. It's everywhere.

End of work rant.

Retrospect

noreply@blogger.com (edt) — Sun, 10 Jan 2010 16:16:00 +0000

fucken love this word, retrospect. It always makes me think of a spectrum of retro waves wtf ya it makes no sense.

I think I need to do a obligatory post to sum up the happenings of 2009. or rather, the not-so-happenings kua kua kua. You know what, this sounds stupid brainless but I feel that if I don't do this shit, all the shit from 2009 will continue to haunt me. Imagine shit crawling out from my tv set and strangling me with my own pubic hair WTF. That's right, so here goes.

Actually, I'm doing this so I will know where I screwed up the most and (here comes the cheesy part) re-evaluate myself on where life takes me, be grateful for everything the year has gave me, clean up my own shit and start all over again. Ya you can stop reading now, big snoozefest ahead.

2009 has been quite a shitty year. I got stucked at poly for another sem, I worked with a douchebag during intern, and I graduated with no ceremonies or whatsoever. I don't really give a damn about that but again what parents wouldn't wanna attend their son's own graduation ceremony... pass me the tissue will ya wtf. In retrospect, these shitty stuff led me to some of the greatest people I've ever met and I'm just so grateful for them. There's Chuk Wah who introduced all the awesome freelance job opportunities; called me for an full hour just to explain the job scope and her working experience. I know you won't even be reading this but I can't thank you enough. Tung, who helped me accomplished my biggest life long dream...to swim WTF. Now, I can swim without life jackets and I can dive deep below the dark waters. Actually I could dive below dark waters previously already, but now the new technique I've acquired is that I can emerge up the surface for air. Momma, I'm alive wtf! Your momma's so fat that she jumped into the sea, thinking it was a swimming pool. HA.HA.

So yup, I think I've found the conclusion to my big retrospect awareness story. BE GRATEFUL. Grateful for waking up everyday. Grateful for the people around you. Grateful for the shitty thing that happened to you that led you to something amazing. Grateful for yourself. Grateful for life. Cause life doesn't owe you anything, so do something about it. Stop whining and start creating.

All the bells are ringing out, for Christmas Day!

noreply@blogger.com (edt) — Sun, 27 Dec 2009 11:10:00 +0000

Happy Holidays! I'll leave you with my all-time favourite xmaspheric tune!

Adios 2009. You've been kind to us. Hello future skyjuicereaders 2010! I resolute to update this space more often so good luck to us!

amboi cepatnya pusing masa!

noreply@blogger.com (edt) — Fri, 27 Nov 2009 02:38:00 +0000

Wahai rakanku Si Jasmine Ng Jiamin Selamat Hari Jadi 20 Tahun!

Apeee je! Dah telepon lu semalam berwish-wish lu berketawa semasa hari jadi (happy birthday wtf) masihhh tak cukup aduhai~ skrg masih berblog satu fotograph yg banyak cantik amboiiiiiii! oren maksud lah pagillah ni hahahaha OREN MAKSUD TAU TAK??! Klah dah nak naik KKKL ni! Kit-kat bersama lu lain kali lah! KKK! K(~_~)K!

p/s: gambar ni diambik di KL jugak!

Mrs. Cold

noreply@blogger.com (edt) — Thu, 12 Nov 2009 11:16:00 +0000

Hey, baby
what’s going on?
You lost control and you lost your tongue
You lost me
Deaf in my ear
Nothing you can say is gonna change the way I feel

OK I get it
OK I see
You were fronting because
You knew you find yourself vulnerable around me

OK I get it
OK I see
I step too close to your boundaries

Ahh. Come lets hold hands and float together.

Stick it to the man!

noreply@blogger.com (edt) — Tue, 03 Nov 2009 17:52:00 +0000

"The cleaning guy is coming to clean up the sticky stuff off the floor" HAHAHAHA

Too fucking epic. I'll never get tired of this movie ever. JB is THE MAN.

The Canteen

noreply@blogger.com (edt) — Tue, 27 Oct 2009 10:04:00 +0000

You probably realize the blogging pattern by now, sudden emergence of a few rhapsodic posts in a roll and poof back into no man's valley. Well actually if you realize what I've just said, ya I don't have a blogging pattern wtf.

As cool as I want to be (to have blogging patterns wtf), I just post out whatever shit that comes into my mind and weird enough inspiration for me comes in waves. When theres no shit, then theres simply no shit, except that I do still take a shit every morning in real life (true story wtf). Oh and I fucking hate morning dumps but not as much as I hate mornings..(cue for start of inspirational story)

Where were we! Oh yeah mornings pfffffft wtf. So I had this job as a trainer in one of the sec skools and big fucking surprise it happens in the morning. Oh and I don't think any of you are gonna believe what imma say next but I reach the skool 15 minutes early and it was 745AM. Holy cranberries and guess what the flying fuck happened? The class was delayed by an assembly and eventually we found out the lesson only starts at 820. Story of my life..

As I was busy reciting FMLs in my head and thinking of what bombastic words to use for this future blog post of mine, something caught my sight and I went totally blank. It was nothing of great significance, but right at that time, that place, that very moment, everything was... significant. A bunch of sec school punks were gathered together at one of the tables, most of them were probably exchanging conversations about their weekends and how brutal that it was monday again. The bell buzzed and an announcement to gather for assembly pronto was made. With a few heave of deep sighs, they got up from their table looked at each other, threw one another a weak smile and walked towards the parade square.

The moment frozed and I was back at the old school canteen at ssi. We were looking at our watches, dreading for time to pass as we were raving about how we are going to hutan bandar next week again. The bell strucks and as usual we blatantly ignored it hoping that time would stop just for us. We were always the last ones to leave the canteen. The haughty pengawas (Tee Loo X) would threatened us and jot down our names if we were still there. We pulled ourselves to the hall while the conversations we had and memories of prior happenings flashed through our heads over and over again. We looked at each other and at that very moment we knew everything is gonna be okay, we are gonna be okay because we had each other as friends.

I miss yall dear ol' friends. How are yall doing?

Pineapple Fucking Express

noreply@blogger.com (edt) — Sat, 24 Oct 2009 18:08:00 +0000

Dudes, the monkey's out of the bottle. I'm a year late and I just found my new BFFF. Teh Best fucking film forever.

94.5 out of 95.5 bananas. Uh-huh Uh-huh why the use of bananas? Cause it's yellow and pineapples are also yellow and I have no fucking idea what I'm talking about.

And that's the pineapple fucking express.

Ridonkulously awesome, period.

Saxo-who?

noreply@blogger.com (edt) — Fri, 23 Oct 2009 17:07:00 +0000

Trumpet is teh new sex. This makes saxophone sounds overated. Gawd, sex me up with that long hard golden GOOOOH-den trumpet wtf.

Bow Wow

noreply@blogger.com (edt) — Fri, 23 Oct 2009 10:29:00 +0000

Today while I was at the bus stop minding my own business and of course, waiting for a bus wtf, I was visually interested/disturbed by this creature which looked unapologetically cutez but has this inner malicious smirking appearance (wtf?) that makes me wanna inner punch the shit outta it.

If I was in toy story, it would look like this.

Islut.
I think that's how Steve Job name his prostitutes.

I once swear to my kiddy self that I would sooooo get this dog when I grow up. Oh crap, I'm already 21. Don't mind kiddy self wtf. Yeah so as I was saying, I was a huge fan of Islut (the dog, not steve job's prostitute) when I was a kid. Cmon it is the weirdest looking thing ever and who doesn't like weird looking things!
(Awkward silence)

Fcking awesome. No?

This was the only anime I watched during kiddy times. Oh and 宇宙小毛球 DUI AH DUI AH WTF! What do you call that in english eh? aiya some orange gremlin knockoff la! Back to islut. I was so into it that I even read the comic book! All I can tell you is that I don't read comic books when I was a kid! Simply cause I don't know how WTF. I can't tell whether the story begins from left to right or right to left. (Is this normal? I liked to think I was very smart when I was a kid tho cause I got 6As for UPSR. 5As for PMR and 4As for SPM FML.) So yeah, Bow wow was the only comic that I read cause I only look at the pictures LOL! Oh and laofuzi maybe cause it's the only comic book with numbering system HAHAHAH.

Ya ok so I don't know why I blogged about this anyway. Ahh, Bow wow you complete me. Hereby I swear I will get it as my adult pet when I err really grow up!

p/s: the dog not the prostitute.

What am I doing?

noreply@blogger.com (edt) — Tue, 29 Sep 2009 10:36:00 +0000

#1 Glee - This show is gonna be huge. Awesome dry wit and talented singing monkeys. Huh high school music-whah?

#2 HIMYM season 5 - Barney and Robin hooks up. Legen wait for it dary.

#3 Me looking awesome- That's me looking awesome! With an unknown chick trying to hook up with me with other unknown chick trying to hook up with the unknown chick who is trying to hook up with me WTF. oh and it's taken on some unknown chick's birthday party. Popular wait for it bookstore.

#4 Speaking of bookstores- the book I bought while I was high on money and high on..just high wtf. I know right? I unbelievably bought a book again like omg now I can say I buy books frequently! like once a year! About the book, if you thought the movie was awesome, read this. Chuck Palahniuk is a genius.

#5 ebay- HOW TO USE THIS AH? WTF

My life is so mundane now that I have no resources to come up with long posts now. Actually, thank god for that because when I have nothing interesting going on my life it simply means I'M FML FREE WOOHOOO WTF. Oh but I'm going to go sit on the aeroplane next next week so maybe you can pray for a turbulence or some air stewardess transforming into an androgynous biohazard species who massacres all the passengers with her venom humping vajayjay and slapping tentacles spurting green slimy liquid..ok you get my point. Then, we'll have something to read! Or even a video perhaps.....for the turbulence! What were you thinking you filthy brain feces eating bastards.

p/s: I BOUGHT THE AIR TICKET FOR 4 DOLLARS AND 20 CENTS.