I just stalked both neil and amanda online, absolutely crazy, totally spontaneous combustionly wicked

apparently they had an engagement party and i can ramble on like this forever if allowed to and they are so perfect together i could cry

happy tears of course
a little sad salty liquids cause i won't be there on the happy event and that amanda palmer's 'who killed amanda palmer: a collection of photographic evidence' cannot be found in both borders and mph and costs $35 online. how much is that in rm no i don't want to know. i have the license to both dream and ramble apparently.

i have just discovered that the centre of the galaxy tastes like raspberries and smells of rum. mmm... galaxies with raspberry rum centres, yum. no, your sparkling windows to your soul doth not deceiveth thee. Why, you ask? perhaps the creator liked raspberry and rum or maybe the galaxy is a chocolate truffle with said filling in a lady godiva's chocolate box in KLIA. a mind bender is what we have here.

Lady Godiva is a female who strips naked and rides on a horse around town to protest against the rocketing price of chocolates and the mindless act of sticking chewed gum beneath tables. Yet to be tenses. Chocolates should be free to be eaten.

For dinner, i shall consume the skeletons of fried fishes with my eyes and rice, broccoli, toufu with my mouth. yum yum.

I wonder if the owners of Queensbay mall would chase me out if i stripped naked and posed as a naked living statue in the central area. with 3 fig leaves for indecent spots for the kiddies. halloween is dreadfully near.

just heard justin bieber sing. a girl's voice. all those rants weren't mindless exaggerations.

-est-ce que je peux aller aux toilettes, s'il vous plait?
-non, desole.
-oh.. j'ai de la chance !

..my first french comedic dialogue.

je t'embrasse. grosses bises.
Chewy.

ps. brian, you are awesome: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=slRmQhAWszo&feature=player_embedded

Saline

The captor sleeps

Super fruit in super raincoat

Ong lye's raincoat

What color is the blocks by the sides? Pink or purple?

Through the looking glass

Reflections

Light

No Social Life?

i shall now address this issue of which my dear friend is facing.
having no social life
uhuh... we aren't humans ya... i can live with that
uhuh... she tells me about going to a party organized by dalat students and they drank wine and hung around... i've never been to a party other than my mum's friends' potluck... but i can live with that
she hangs out with YE members all day while i can't interact coherently with my peers... still can live with that..
actually, i can live without all that :)
being with myself in my own head is fine and nice and nice and fine

btw. people who get lost in thought are idiots. Who gets lost in their own thoughts? you made them all after all.. you should move around your thoughts with the ease and confidence of an utter bastard, swerve and veer, unruffled. Perhaps you face up with a queer, alien thought that surprises you, think cool.. unruffled.. cool... unruffled... XD

niever gone niever was

have i mentioned my honest dislike of the internet? XD

okays, i'm blogging so that i dont have to do my homework..

Internet, you are my form of escapism and i hate you for that. sincerely.

ookay what to say~ what to do~

YOU! yes you the one yawning and saying get on with it you biatch..

i'm going no where so bugger off.. ahah ahah ahhah

wasn't that the most interestingly refreshingly sadly depressing way to laugh :)
oh do say yes, my love.

let me describe my new room. it's really high, about the height of 3 chiou yihs and it slants down so its kinda like an attic and at the very tallest point, there is a row of windows so that the rays of the sun shines in like a cathedral and i can lie on my bed and stare up at the dust dancing swirling in sparkling motes above my head and at night i can hear all the night time sounds, passionate love making of cats, shrieks of midnight creatures and all the stuffs of imagination come to life in the crevice of my mind. childhood is just stuffed with wonders.
and there is a huge shelf where we used to store our junk. i cant reach it even when i jump on my bed and i can climb up there on a ladder to see the sun set if i want to. in the night, it's the perfect food for my imagination. it's the perfect place for some dark creature to crouch on to watch me sleep, breathe soft and light as a feather, airy ethereal silver of moonlight. the perfect nightmare.

whatever.

i rEALLY should write my nie now.

but then again. what the heck. that's my latest tagline :D

i'm thinking aboot liearnin french.. but with my habit and unconditional love for procrastination, it shall remain nothing but a thought tucked in the attic of my mind.

two guys conversed in english on my bus. so sad.

i'm listening to one i love by meav. love it.

~They tell me he's poor, they tell me he's young
I tell them all to hold their tongue~

hahahahah hold their tongues XD


what to say..

oh.. okay i can't sing. my voice is tuneless neither high nor low. when i sing it ends up as a kind of screeching. to see people sing with absolute ease and unalloyed joy is to watch others soar when you have no wings. to submerge in the unadulterated happiness to music in its purest form, the dulcet tones of ones own voice, no obscene or bulky medium between one and music. and i'm in hell. but it is still beautiful to be able to see a person united with music in song however much it hurts.


Little white flowers will
never awaken you
Not where the black coach
of sorrow has taken you
Angels have no thought of
ever returning you


sigh work beckons. fuck you, work.

I sold books ! :D

I cooked an edible fish!

Bouquet de fleur

Running in the rain

To eat chocolates in a great big room where the world is a different place..

Road to sweet perdition

Leaving kl... aw..

I'm in kl!

Isn't he adorable?

Ong lye in his bomb shelter

Curse all fireworks!

Never let these two embodiments of evil in. Never.

Cuz ivan and his fav vacuum cleaner

The Song

me: i raise my head and i see a pigeon pooing on me
ming: his eyes drop out of his sockets and they dangle above the cold black nothingness
me: the poo goes creeping into his very empty hole where his shrivelled heart used to lie~
Ming: His brain leaps from his shell of which the great population of female used to cower at
I'm dry
Me: 'he's dry 'he cries as the last drops of brain juice dries beneath his eye
he's sorry
he cries
so sorry
Ming: Whatta?
Me: whatta is his distorted cry for water
oh pure sweet whatta where art thou??!
Ming: Prithee, kiss my putrid lips before railway tracks rot it all
Me: oh why fair whatta did you leave me be??
to tired to die to cowardly to live?
Ming: The poison of your love
Will it let me die?
The destruction behind your words
Do I have to fight?
Me:oh shriveled nightshade oh belladona drops i know not why i cry your names but i'll just sing along coz this is part of de song~
Ming: oh coup de grace, feed me now, let your love kill me, find me and make that when I find myself.
Me: coup de grace doesnt fit for if i had my way i'd strike you down here and now for graceful this coup is not
Ming: @.@
Me depressed
Me: she said with rolly @ for eyes
depressed she cries for the coupy grace that is not hers to take
Ming: D::::::::::::::::::
WHAT?
D:
D:
D:
Me:she stares dismal
oh emoticons oh smiley faces of her graces
Ming: Light pours down onto me as creosote stars stole the night away
Hide, baby, hide
Don't let the world judge you, they understand nothing
Light pours down onto me as creosote stars stole the night away
Hide, baby, hide
Don't let the world judge you, they understand nothing
Me:and yet the concept of judgement is not in your hands
Ming: My life, it's a song, the essence of misery, of which I don't get to be the girl you fall in love with
Dodging, veering, darkness welcomes but her lips too sweet
It's never been there, diagnosed with coup de grace, a silent dream
NOOOO
Me: who is to the bearer of the mirror to know the ultimate truth?
Ming: Do not dechiper

Smash guitars

-End-

Escalators

Something wicked this way lies

Lonely, i'm so lonely..

James bond residence..

The cat next door

Rather antisocial

Just watched percy jackson with my cousins!

Cny opening ceremony

Kedah tower

Whee! Ong lye! In kedah 4 cny.

Street graffity

Graveyard lights

The statue of justice

Reaching into the dark

My dessert

in the end

Lovely bones.. Lol

Second bday celebration @ fridays

It's a mess..

Imma watching video game awards on axn!

Imma waiting for you, zachary quinto!

Cameron- pretty lights.

The hotel cafe.

Cameron- our hotel lounge

My dream home

Cameron mossy trial

Cameron mossy trial.

Awesome terriyaki bento.

Reall crispy double thumbs up.

More lab.

Lab of usm again.

Meant to send it long time ago

Me in usm lab. Kinda look like i'm inna horror movie.

Test two..

My snowy owy woggums at cameron.

Ahha.. project send pics through mobile a success..

insert suitable evil laughter here: mwahahahahah

okay, my blogs don't usually have pictures, it doesn't mean i don't take pictures, i'm just too lazy to upload them because i have to:
1. lug out my big ugly brute of a laptop
2. wait a while for it to stabilize or it will hang and lag
3. turn on bluetooth, wait for years for all the uploads to upload
4. transfer to pendrive (includes risk of transfering the viruses in my laptop to my recently devirused pc {i'm pretty sure its trojan not even karspersky works})
5. turn on main computer, non wireless modem.
6. avert eyes while trying to connect or drama queen missy modem won't connect properly.
7. wait.
8. open firefox (have to wait a few minutes and i have to press lots of times to get it out)
9. close extra firefox windows.
10. stick the pendrive into the socket which is on the floor and behind my huge motherboards butt.(really dusty too)
11. wait for it to copy.
12. sign into blogger
13. upload.

and the really pathetic thing is i really have to do it step by step like that or the wretched hell thingamajig just hangs and you're back to step 1.

ah well, my mobile phone bill is gonna be huge..

Imma sending from my phone!

I turned my necklace into a bracelet. E for evil..

i'm not going to go about this all fancy and pretty. I hate laughing, it leaves empty and sad and it won't go away. it keeps me up at night just by not being there. now i feel so alone and empty, it's in my stomach, it's in my head, it's in my thoughts. It just leaves me wanting more. I need to keep laughing but there's no one there. it's like toiling under disgusting conditions on an empty stomach. i lose sight of everything. I don't want to live just to exist like those poor bastards in my essay. day in day out doing stuff that wont matter in a month a year a lifetime later. there's nothing cool about this, nothing 'emo' about this just plain depressing. I have to look into this fact everyday, but there's nothing i can see. in my future the land is barren, there's nothing but the bleak ugly horizons, the land doesn't disappear in the curve of the earth it just goes on and on until eyes rots or sight fails. i will have to live day in day out forever and ever and on and on. i don't matter anyway, to everybody else i'm just a ugly sulky bully with a crave for attention by threatening to drop dead any second. maybe i am, maybe i'm not. i don't care. i just want it to end. it hurts me to know that i will have to continue this meaningless existence. in the end all things die. they have to it is the law of the universe the nature of how things go.

imma bee!!

i just renewed my blog look..
how is it? i just randomly chose the colours..
a major headache to look at hahah
anyway my self esteem is severely squashed...
mmm not that i know why
perhaps it's to do with being a talentless loser?
mmmm.. figures
went to celebrate my birthday
mmm.. kinda fun
went to fridays, told waiter was with a bunch of friends, he showed me to a table with a bunch of grown ups..
mmm..thinkthink
then requested for a table for five. called ming as they were walking in. Ordered.
dunno why but the sight and scent of food nauseated me.. Pregnant?
mmm.. thinkthink.. nah
stranger was late. ate. karuwe does not like vegetables.
mmm.. bearinmindbearinmind
fish and chips was nice. payed for lunch. smiles all around. sher, ming, karuwe went to check out shoes. Stranger and i got tickets. messed up big time. fixed big time. karuwe contemplated present for friend. saw michael jackson portable fan. laughed.
ming, sher, stranger and karuwe got ripped off buying present for me. bodyshop eyeliner.
mmm.. thanks.
went to borders. laughed at pride prejudice zombies with ninja version. laugh at chinglish. sent karuwe safely to transport home. went back to borders. found out evangeline meant bringer of good news, andrew means courageous, lee means poet, chiyo means eternal, yin means silver. left borders. went to jco. drank iced green tea. laughed at couple lolling over couch, asleep. queued for popcorn. potty break. watched movie. finished movie. contacted transport. went to bead zone. got necklace. a capital letter E for evil. commenced suitable laughter.
went home.

technically should be reposing now. will. soon.

Demons and Angels

There's nothing you can do
when the demons come out to play
I said I don't want to
but they say they're here to stay

Every black thought
I conceive in my heart deep,
Every evil memory
they awaken even when I sleep

The demons in my head,
they won't leave me alone,
Perhaps it's better if I was dead
even though the thought chills me to the bone
at least I'll be alone
in my head.

___________________
Every peal of laughter
is music to my ears
even sometime after
it still brings me joy without peer

Leaving twinkling motes of mirth
in the air from whence it burst forth

A lingering taste of sweet spice
and utter delight

To bring rapturous moments
of pure heaven
Snatches and glimpse
of perfect paradise
Into the life of another

What could compare
to lighting lives
with untainted delight?

This job of Angels
What could compare?
If we open our eyes
we see them everywhere...


I wrote demons when I was really upset for reasons which i cannot disclose
Now that i read it, the litany 'demons in my head' kinda goes together with' squirrels in my pants' (the one candace sings in phineas and ferb hahahahha) kinda rhymes in a weird way..

Angels is how i feel when i make people laugh, i feel happier when i make someone laugh rather than laughing myself.

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