walking. with.

0011.

2011-05-31T23:29:00.000+08:00

The balls of flame flew through the air, creating smoke trails across the bluish grey sky, blackening the earth upon impact. Men screamed as they flew through the air, torn apart and eviscerated by the balls of flame. The ones that are left huddled closer together among the lines, despite the angry voices yelling at them to spread out. All sense and thought are numbed by the growing throb of fear among the rainfall of death within the masses.

Peter was one of them, one of the new guys who had to take the front ranks and bear the punishment being dished out. He flinched with each assault of thunderous sound, cowering when another cannonball tears through flesh and bones not six files away from him. All the feelings of jubilation and triumph of marching into the town square in his shiny uniform and oiled musket was all gone, mud and excrement splattered all over him with dead men lying down in grotesque positions all around him.

One of the other recruits was screaming his heart out, clearly having lost himself to the fear of what’s going on and about to come. He was silenced with a hard tap to the head by sergeant Hanksworth and brought to the rear, soiled pants and all. Peter turned around back to the front, and only saw smoke and fog covering the ground in front of him. The sound of drums is slowly filling the air however, accompanied by the steady rumble of footsteps belonging to men who are coming to put a bullet in his heart.

The order to load came and Peter hurriedly tapped off his musket and held it ready. It was better to be doing something than to be standing still in this madness. He could see the figures of thousands of men marching up the hill through the smoke now. The emperor’s columns coming to meet the lines of freemen. The next order was shouted down the line and he brought the firearm up and braced it against his shoulder. He could see the grizzled men of the emperor now, proud moustaches framing the mouths with confident eyes looking towards him.

The officer swept his sabre down and the cannons erupted.

It was the enemy’s turn to get mauled by artillery fire, balls of fire and iron pounding into and directly through the columns, shredding the front ranks to bits of men and gore. But yet they still came on, step after step, closer to the lines. The sergeants bawled out the order to fire, and the musketfire rippled down along the line. Peter closed his eyes and pulled the trigger as well, his view being clouded by the sudden burst of smoke from his musket. He slammed the musket down by his feet and started to reload, hours and hours of blind practices in the barracks coming to use now in this place of blood and fire.

The columns quivered and shivered like a great beast, men falling right and left out of the great formations. The unstoppable force has ran up against an unmovable object, and now it will suffer.

Peter was emptying his fourth shot into the lines when the order came to fix bayonets. He plugged the sharp piece onto the mouth of his musket and held it up like a spear. All the fear was out of him now, just the blood pounding rage surging into the heart and throbbing away in his ears. The orders rang out and the officer and sergeants led the charge, sabre and pikes leading the way down the hill into the tangled mess of men that once been columns.

The clash of the two sides was louder than the screams of those who died in the clash. Peter ran down with the rest of his company, screaming the old war sounds of his people, the wordless sounds of rage and fear together. A man loomed up in him and Peter rammed his bayonet spike into the belly of the person, feeling the guts and muscle tensed and gripped his spike before he pulled it out. He did not see the blood that spurted out of the man’s mouth when his spike went in. He only saw a body falling down and he plunged on into the melee, being swept away by the passion of the war, a howling screaming madness.

a beautiful bloody madness.

going silently insane.

2011-02-09T00:11:00.002+08:00

The alarm sounds off by half past ten, locking the boy inside his head in his own room. The sounds of outside pulls and plucks at his heartstrings, reminding what was once his, yet is now not. All he can do is revel in what has and had been inside in his own imaginarium.

It's midnight and the only exit he has is the internet and black keys of his laptop. But what he craves is not the artificial, but the breath of the fresh night air and the laughter and warmth of company, not this silent cussing going on between himself and house.

It's two. He wanders the house in a desperate bid to get out, but the padlock is locked on tight with the the alarm rigged to go at the slightest touch. The chance to just sit on the porch, enjoy the night on the patio with a hot cup of tea is so close yet so far. the room next to the alarm slumbers, blocking off all possible chance of escape and relief.

It's four. the day is coming. he will fall asleep for now. But when the night comes, he will be alone yet again. It has always been this way.

Hopefully not for any longer.
hopefully not.

home.

2011-02-02T02:29:00.004+08:00

He folds down to the floor to the pain in his chest.
It throbs and pulses against his entire existence, causing him to grit his teeth and digs his hands into the good black soil of his homeland.
His hands scrabble around his chest plate and finds the violent arrow that had chosen him out of so many.

He takes a deep breath and looks up at the view in front of him, the beautiful green plains of his people being stained by the sight of long ugly lines of shields with burning stones trailing across the blue morning sky. His men marched on, scared souls gathered together to defend their towns and villages against the foreigners. Their lines bled men to the arrows and boulders, screaming kids yearning for their mothers and old men for their lovers.

The pain was growing now. Yet he still stood up and readied his shield and blade. With a deep breath he broke off the shaft of the arrow and rejoined his men, the blood slowly pulsing out of his body onto his armor. His friends of the lines acknowledged his return to their presence with grim nods and quickened their pace to the sound of the horns blowing.

It would be over soon, it will be over soon, he told himself over and over again as he started running slowly along with the rest. The enemy shield lines bristled with axes and swords and broke into a run to meet their charge. It was the sound of thunder as the lines met and the stabbing and hacking began. He punched a leering face with his shield and slid his blade into another's guts whilst screaming wordlessly, flecks of blood splattering his victims. Punch, stab and slash he did over and over again against the enemy till the enemy line lost it's cohesion and started drawing back.

He felt glorious as he hacked his way into the enemy, feeling like the beserkers of old. None could stand before him, none would stand before him as he fought like a demon along with the rest of the men. The spirit of victory was in the air, the enemy was already fleeing in ones and twos from the back of the line and yet the horns started sounding urgently for a retreat.

He ignored the horns. he was too deep to withdraw anyway, being surrounded by a ring of dead enemies and with no way back with the men pushing forward. He pulled a frightened young face onto his blade, hearing him scream for his mother before he heard the thunder of hooves to the left. Men screamed as the churning mass of lance and horse slammed into them, many dying with the last sight of a lance piercing their chests before being trodden down into the mud and dying by the big stallions of the heavy calvary.

He turned with the rest of his men and wearily faced the incoming rush of horses and men. None of them would survived the onslaught. They know that much. He grunted as the horses closed upon them and hammered the nearest horse in the face with his shield, causing to rider to fall off his mount. He was still screaming as he raised the blade to finish off his victim as a chevalier's sword came swinging towards him.

It sliced his head clean off.

hey.

2011-01-27T22:21:00.002+08:00

As the passion of love ignites like fresh sprung fire,
the feeble kicking of life starts like mice within a barrel of cheese.

but from that, comes out a bundle of joy and tears that will cause either,
untold joy or despair depending on the matter.
Yet it will still grow, weak fingers grasping a milk bottle,
to strong hands holding a beer bottle frothing at the ends.

those strong hands will either hold a loved one in their arms,
or be grabbing a blade in desperation. But pro-create or destroy,
the riptide will reach out and affect old and new lives.
Both ends of the spectrum, so easily achieved with the use of alcohol and rise of emotions.

Unlucky are the ones who grow old on a rocking chair,
grandchildren aflow and a crisp nice fire going in the fireplace.
Lucky are they who die young and pass into legend.
For they will be remembered always.

A continuation : What Mel Brooks never did and never finished.

2011-01-25T11:48:00.004+08:00

* This is a continuation of the book WWZ by Mel Brooks based on the fictional issues if the undead actually did overrun mankind. However, as usual the white man discluded the world of South - East Asia. Hence, the squinty eyed man has to finish the job. Typical. *

New Kuala Lumpur, (located in pre - war Pulau carey) , Klang, Malaysia.

[ The new capital of the country is showing signs of thriving once more, despite the heavily fortified sections of the city to the north and west. Rizal, a member belonging to the forward militia section of Klang is having some home brew with me at a kopitiam near the borders of the city. He ironically smiles as he gestures at the north - west walls and fortifications. ]

Rizal : Never let it be said that all my people abandoned the rest of the country to the undead. Granted some did, but not all. There is always the black sheep among the white, isn't that what you all would say? there is always some.

How long has it been since you and the rest of the troops lost contact with the northern states?

Well.. it has been almost like, 5 to 6 years since we stopped communicating with them. What's the point anyway? i still remember the day in which my unit and several others decided to stay behind and to help sort out the mess in which this country has become. do you know what the bastards did? they took all our firearms and left us there with naught a transport to ferry us to the risk zones. Apparently they were afraid we will secede after the war and challenge the government. How could we in the bloody hell do that? What's a few rifles and ammunition going to do to a government? the motherfuckers.

[ Spits at the side of a road and pulls out a bag of tobacco from which he starts rolling a cigarette.]

At least they left us riot gear belonging to the FRU* and 3 days worth of supplies. It still took us 2 days to get into Subang though, and what a sight it was. Can you imagine a mess of walking rotting bodies as far as the eye can see? at least they weren't concentrated in a whole mass though. that would have been a real nightmare.

*FRU -Federal Reserve Units. The original units meant for prewar anti - riot purposes within Malaysia. They were wiped out during the first week of the outbreak.

[ Finishes rolling his cigarette and lights himself up before offering to roll me one. I gestured no.]

Sure? Alright. Well, where was I? Ah, Subang. the first hell hole i went in and certainly not the last. i still remember how the lieutenant made us form a line and push through the roads in ranks of five with ten abreast. It must have looked like an ancient tribe going to war. Mind you, it did feel good though, beating through the undead in that formation and continuously gathering up civilians and supplies that were still holed up in the region as we pushed our way to Klang. At least there was some semblance of fortifications at Pulau Carey already. We were already almost down to the breaking point before we saw the forts beyond the river. Yet we still went out after a few days of R & R in Pulau Carey. The co's just drummed up two to three hundred males of fighting age into the troops before pushing out again. Half of the men were already lost by the time we made it to Pulau Carey hence the need of new recruits. We swept and swept through the entire pre war KL area. Petaling Jaya, Puchong, Kajang, You name it and we would have been there.

Was there anywhere else that was a refuge apart from Pulau Carey during those early years?

Apart from Pulau Carey? well... there was the Batu Caves Section. The Hindus's were already doing a pretty fine job of manning the place by the time we managed to make contact them. I believe they are actually one of the more prosperous settlements right now in this country. Of course, there was the southern states. Although they refuse us entry, can you blame them? Left alone, besieged by the hordes for almost half of the first year. i wouldn't even want to be in their shoes.

[ finishes off the last dregs of his homebrew and stand up whilst picking his baton and riot shield at his side. Both of the baton and the shield looks very well used.]

Now, if you would excuse me, i have to lead the unit out again. There were reports of a recent migration of the undead from the north, yet again. i wonder what the hell are they doing up there. Bloody incompetent bastards.

Would you rejoin the government if they came back to reclaim Malaysia?

[ looks at the trundling traffic for a while before slipping on his gloves and helmet. his tone was cold when he spoke.]

No. I will never let them come back to rule us again. The people of Pulau Carey will not let them use us as bait again. Never again. So - called prinsips Ketuanan Melayu.* Power to the survivors of this war instead. power to the children who will never see their parents again or lovers who will never love again. Power to us.

we will secede.

*principle of the Lordship of the Malay race over others. A pre war ethnic slur used by the government to gain political power.

a scribble. short scribble.

2011-01-25T01:19:00.000+08:00

JOHOR BAHRU. MALAYSIA.

[ He takes a long drag off his cigarette and looks blearily at the signboard tagged with pictures and pre-war maps.]

Wayne : It’s a lack of effort from the country to control the outbreak at the very start that caused this to happen. Look at things over the causeway. The issues over there are long dead and it’s thriving again. Not this shit piece of land that is called a country though.

But the government did despatch troops to the southern states to restore order.

Did they? All we could see was the trucks coming in to pick up their own people and simply shooting and picking the rest who was just trying to get away too. We were left on our bloody own, the towns and the city was left to the rot while they took their own people to the northern states . And we ain’t like the west, we don’t have the guns. We don’t have the mindset of people who would rise to defend their own homes at the first sign of trouble. Just a pack of refugees struggling to get themselves into the north or down south across the sea. All gunned down at the border though, none of them stood a chance.

[ Angrily takes another drag and unpins some photos from the signboard. The pictures show masses and masses of bodies piled on roads. One clearly shows a women holding a child to her bosom. Both showed signs of gunshot wounds.]

Just look at them. Our own government and they did this to us. This is not a bloody commie state, no this is a fucking democratic country. Bloody fucking cunts. All the way up the country, struggling through the roads and the jungle just to be gunned down at the gates of the so – called safety zones. Little wonder the country doesn’t want them back.

But Singapore did put down the refugees at the bridges too.

I know. They even blew up the bridges on the fifth day after the outbreak too. Self centered bastards. All for their own necks and none more for the rest. You can see how bad things got here. Barely this first week and we were cut off from help and support all around. Just the milling hordes streaming down from the north and the cold sea on our back. All of us lost relatives, loved ones to the plague. My family was in the first makeshift forts along the Skudai section of the North – South highway. They never stood a chance when the hordes first appear. We thought it would be secure.

[ He slowly leaned back against the chair and kept quiet for a while. His fingers shivered for a while before brushing away a tear against his cheek.]

I still remember the screams of the women and children at the forts when we got there. They never stood a chance. The image is still there, the sea of bodies and the burning forts. How could we have been so careless? How could we. What are we to build back on if the future is dead?

Just ashes. All ashes now.

Lights swirl.

2010-11-11T23:44:00.002+08:00

Scribbling down the notes along the static glow of the television with the headphones on,
completely oblivious to the world except for the one within the books opened around him.

he checks the phone for a message from a loved one but it stays silent,
nothing pronounced to him that he is more alone than ever at that moment.
nothing but him and work.

" Tears stream down your face for tonight, but the lights will still guide you home and ignite you. "

spark.

2010-11-09T07:43:00.002+08:00

the swirl of the caffeine turns silently within the cup as he ponders quietly.

the trees whispers incessantly across their canopy, keeping him sleepy despite the coffee.

Pen twirls across the sheets filled with calculations, but all he's thinking about is just the trip home.

just another sixteen days.

" Just sixteen days. "

he sighs as he runs his fingers through his hair one last time before getting back to the work.

all work no play makes jack a dull boy.

but the work gets him home.

no play then.

Tired of sleeping.

2010-09-03T17:56:00.002+08:00

Meds has a way of making,
making your eyes feel like they are dying to get out of your body,
ears into thinking they are mini copters longing to fly away.

Sickness has to kick in during the holiday week.
it's a horribly ironic issue.
now i just got to get on with the assignments again.

i don't need to keep the two feathers from the last semester.
fuck the feathers.
i'm going for homely dinghys.
All four of them.

Too bad Black Ops is coming out on sept 11.

not too good i guess.

You are a S.O.B behind the wheel my friend.

2010-07-15T20:27:00.004+08:00

i drove into a cop car today but he just waved me on.
Guess that means i will be okay.
Listen to the sound of, birds whistling through a hail of lead.
Hold on to the dear thought of your figurine on a cross saving you,
because i don't think uncle sam would be equally kind to us.
The joy & misery of the fire flickering in your eyes is killing your lover.
He's already laid across the planks burning for you.
Yet you did not choose him nor he did you.
Oh he certainly did not.

All chances of recovery is gone for the dead for they cry silently.
Cry for the lost hopes of a child bouncing smiling on their laps with their tiny hearts against, against the very fabric of mankind.

All said & done,
Deep sea blues and too many watches,
we love your sigh like jesus loves his toast.
Bleed for your bleeding colours like it's pulmonary,
hang the dead man noose.
Hang him dry.

Blue pear.

2010-07-12T13:32:00.003+08:00

After bouts of restlessness and tossing with a lil turning,
one person out of a hundred will slowly understand that,
nothing is ever perfect, and if they seemed to be at the start,
it's just a fool's hope, the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.

The pot that can never be found.

Some people smile at the sight of the children frolicking around the puddles of water by the gutter,
Others laugh quietly at the sight of loved ones smiling at the children.
It's a bittersweet smile though, one that never lasts.

Once upon an age, it was an easy task to be sure of oneself.
just the mandatory tales of Blood and tears upon the falling burning hanging body.
Now it's hard. it's just so hard to do so.

People never had time for romantics & dreamers.
it's out of a logical need but we don't have the need to diss it too.
Superficial beauty takes away the breath of the public and the rest just weep.
weep, with the sorrow of knowing the lost.

it's an error to feel.
to feel too much and to understand it so.
To watch it burn in front of you but yet,
letting it burn away instead of keeping it to yourself is better for it.
so let it burn.
let everything burn.
let it all burn.

moth

2010-06-09T01:55:00.003+08:00

i was a king,
but i'm just the same,
putting my hands over the flame,
i love the heat and the strings that tied me off,
but the flaming just burns so hot.

all along,
fiddling through all by myself,
he's celebrated but i'm disturbed,
it's never a curse,

my love affair with everywhere was innocent,
why do we bother,
time to start the car and go,
to where you are.

All said and done, it's just 10 days to go.
time for the pick up and the last beer for the road.

oh.. you are the best i know love.
the best.
seeing you there so unaware.
but yet we will be together soon.
we will.

the little things in life

2010-05-16T14:36:00.005+08:00

are best enjoyed through slow-motion.
what can be better on a lazy saturday than,
waking up,
baking up,
grab a bun and head down to the field to watch football.

talk about live entertainment.
sitting like a hermit in a black hoodie,
while watching the players screaming injury every five minutes is pretty funny.

there are some men who just want to see the world burn.
but the world has been burning for a long time.
and.. yet, it's still here.
i guess that's the bloody beauty of it.
oh burn world burn,
then just stop drop and roll,
oh yea.

you got a death wish, Johnny?

2010-05-12T16:33:00.008+08:00

not that i know any johnnies or john anyway.
i wouldn't mind knowing a few though.
nowadays the sun is hot on the hotside and yet the wind is super chilly.
talk about god being indecisive.

everyday would be a cyclic process.
get up, shiver, fumble for the heater.
walk walk walk away for class.

somehow this feels so much better than high school.
the classes i mean.
other parts.... nah.

personal times is usually spent between the keyboard, fretboard and bottle.
not to mention grocery shopping.
it is therapeutic.
especially with mushrooms.

one for each month eh?
at least it's cheaper over here.

and... i can never leave out the fun box too.

39 days left.

the yearning

2010-05-10T03:25:00.005+08:00

for a lover's hand.
for the touch of her palm firmly pressed against yours.
for the quiet smile on her face when her hands in yours.
for her.

when all the confusion starts to spread,
and the pictures in my head blurs away,
you are the one that stays clear.
crystal clear my love.

i know it's been a long hard wait,
it ain't fair to make anyone wait like this,
but you have stood with me all the way,
all the way from the first glimpse of the stairs.
thank you.

just 42 days more. =)

shh. =)

2010-04-30T20:30:00.004+08:00

well,
it's approximate 20 hours 34 mins since the incident,
but, i'm still going to celebrate it anyway. =)

yep,
it's the birthday of a special person.
a person who is able to lit a smile in me no matter what's going on.
a person who is beautiful way beyond any comparison,
and yet she doesn't believe me.
nope she still doesn't. =)

people say that,
the myth of that one love which is sustaining always is not true.
but yet i disagree.
for i found mine a year and 8 months ago. =)

happy birthday joyce. =)
the light of my life.
just 53 days more dear.
till i'm back with you.

i love you. =)

same old concrete. same old trigger.

2010-04-25T20:52:00.003+08:00

run,
like a steam down a mountainside,
with the wind in my back.
staring at the loss of souls behind,
living without a home.

of the mind of putting your burden down,
we have done it before,
we could definitely do it again.
but now all is gone.
all that matters is gone from the second that,
the second you pulled the trigger.

looking for the cause is pointless.
because you only need a mirror to do so.

nobody can tell us why people go insane,
why people choose to live alone.
but i certainly as hell would never choose to live alone.
for to live alone would be to be without you.
and i can't do that.
not me.

shapes of every size is moving behind your eyes,
smile because you are blinking the blood away,
oh shadow of the sun.

junkie wunkie woo.

2010-04-22T02:08:00.002+08:00

My friend,
i'm oh so depressed,
I feel the question of the loneliness.
the quietness of the night wind, silenced by the cold,
cause it's hard when you don't know yourself.

hammering away on this keyboard isn't a shallow pursuit,
to the riches of vain fame with the hi and byes of momentary warmth.
it's an expression. a quiet one of the mind and the thoughts,
often not unspoken but always there,
by the tip of the lips.

it's hard to understand, but the average jul does understand,
despite the fact that of a foreign land and riches to be gain,
it just can't compare with the memories of a sun drenched and humid place.
a place of simple pleasures and a quick trip for a burger and some mental fun.
a distress signal so obviously blaring within the head is not easily ignored,
when you are standing on the balcony watching the pale faces play,
so undeservedly happy, with the cold wisps of the air tugging the hair everywhere.
oh no sir.
it's not easy at all.

2 more months eh?

Don't you know,
It's a love that lasts forever,
It's a love that has no past.
Ooh she digs me,
but I guess nobody ever really done that.
ooh but she did. she certainly did.
my warmth, my loverbird. =)

quiet poppies

2010-04-06T22:13:00.004+08:00

You've got this new head filled up with smoke,
he lost that glow he used to have in his face,
empty burned bottle on the carpet,
everyone's lying beside it.
hold your tongue with your teeth.

a quiet easter is my easter for the past two weeks.
it would have been worse though,
if not for a certain joyce to chat to under the sheets,
to chat the night away. =)

gone are all the days of zooming around in a tacky silver car,
a hand on the wheel the other typing away on the phone.
gone are the days of heading to the shops and sitting down,
shooting a few guys while arranging some other poor souls to be dead by chaos.
and yet, it'll be back in 2 months.
it feels a bit like christmas. hehe.

from one small town to another,
albeit one that much is safer from the lack of cheap scooters,
and a lack of education for two generations of dopeheads and wraparounds.
you will never wake up to the sound of,
the ambulance screaming down ur lane at 3am back home though.
poor girl but it was her fault for drinking so much,
till the point of the rearrangement of the paint on the walls with bio paint made from dinner.

st patrick's day.
the night they painted my floor a living green with beer.
laugh out loud with a certain shake of the head will be proper i guess.
i guess.

oh ya.
nicholas cage is a batman wannabe.
kick ass.
hehe.

But it was cold, it was getting late
Sadly, she crept back into bed
But then she felt a soft kiss on her cheek
she opened her eyes.
smile my love. C=

Time.

2010-03-19T11:10:00.003+08:00

"Each moment is as slow and transparent as glass. Through each moment I can see infinite moments lined up, waiting. Why has he gone where I cannot follow?"
-Clare

Love, Joyce.

on a friday morning.

2010-03-12T14:14:00.000+08:00

is to wake up to the sound of the alarm going off.
god knows how long it has been ringing. it's already bright out
under the curtain. slips oneself out from the bed. take a drink
from the bottle from last night. wrinkle nose at the taste of stale water.
get bathed. go get groceries. come back. sit down on the balcony.

they say perth is the city of good ol' rock & roll.
i didn't see any evidence of that except for a statue of bon scott in freemantle.
entertainment comes in odd forms.
mine came in the form of a left 4 dead recording on seow wei xun's blog.
it may be no land of the dead but it's pretty nice actually. =) haha.
here's the link : http://thedancingturtle.blogspot.com/
the video's the first one that pops out under reflection.
it's hard to miss it.

happy is the man who sees a zombie horde on an empty field in broad daylight.
cursed is the man who hears shuffling feet scraping on the road
while he lies down with his eyes wide open.
an ironic smile rewards the soul of those who don't have the ability to enjoy those social fads.
because you are the ones who can think twice.
so think. that is her only advice.
ha. ha. ha. bless your soul slackerlove.
don't be the one bleeding on the floor after the lights go on.

alright.
back to work.

indoor living

2010-03-07T14:17:00.000+08:00

the sense of anticipation has a knack of setting you up,
for disappointment but not for enjoyment.

day 23 i think?
grocery shopping. check.
drinks. check.
books. check.
kingsurf. no check.

pah.
the most essential of all is not here.
young folks with their young games fool the old,
old folks with their old tea frustrate the young.
the ones in the middle are the sandwich.

sundays are pretty dead in the morning. wait.
all mornings are pretty dead. the first time you ever
need a hoodie for the night is the fact that the weather will chill your toenails.

things i wish they had in perth :
cheap food.
24 hours food.
more asians. aha. ha. ha,
nearby cyber cafe.

I want to see all of the things that we've already seen,
The lairy girls looking quite full on in bunny ears and devil horns in hell,
And she won’t be surprised and she won't be shocked,
bear that in mind tonight,
Bear that in mind.
gods.

parody week : Fann Sharlinn.

2010-02-28T15:22:00.000+08:00

lol. come on, ten lines of German and Finnish and i don't really understand myself? you are doing me a discredit girl. and.. don't worry this guy does understand himself pretty much clearly. and some do understand what those blogs are about. at least half the time.

i woke up smothered up in blankets and a pillow with the clock blinking away at 10 o'clock. the sunlight is so glaring by this time one would actually wish the sun didn't exist without thinking about all the economical and sociological effects it might have on farming and tan lines. Going through the dreary routine of washing up on a sunday isn't fun either with all the dull glances of other patrons of the laundromat while they wait for their own wash to be done whilst wishing desperately there isn't some pink underwear or sock left behind by an earlier customer to pinkenise your clothes that are supposed to last you for six frigging months before being picked up again.

macdonald's, or maccer's as the locals call it, isn't a bad thing once you are in this land of the desert and the sea. it might be the biggest imperial powers in the corporate world now, driving slaves at minimal wages that produces bland tasting crap that is a chicken burger and fries, but it is the only shitty outlet opened after the hours of six in down under perth. the native australians have some perverse abjection of working in the dark so we are all stuck with shoving a five dollar bill towards the pimpled face slave in yellow clothes just for a meal. don't even get me started about translating the fucking currency back home. 15 ringgit for two loaves of bread and a slab of meat that might not even be beef is bloody ridiculous.

there maybe a lot of yellow skinned and squint eyed people nesting up over here but mark my words the arborigines ain't displaced. you would agree with me when you see one squatting on top of the other in the middle of the street bashing his teeth in while the cars go by right past them. i guess the most shocking thing is that i'm the only person that was staring while the others walked along as if nothing happened. similiarly, the sight of the slight arborigine girl screaming at the kebab store for not giving her a free kebab before grabbing a chair to try and smash in the glass display before being dragged away by her fellow compatriots is disturbing. but perhaps that's what people are. take away all my money and belongings, reduce me to a hovel of grass and spit and perhaps i will tear your eyes out for your wallet too. i know i myself won't stop at just your eyes for your wallet.

the night here is a chill. there is not a soul about in the dark evening and those who are about are the privileged with their drinks and hooting and chasing around for mates to spend the night with. mark you they do sound pretty fun but sometimes you just can't drag oneself to such a thing. perhaps you but not me. this isn't the uni life i envisioned it to be. this definitely isn't american pie or gossip girls. there is no flashy cars or beautiful girls and guys who go down on you when you are all drunk together. there is just a student card with a dwindling wad of cash in your left hand while your right does nothing but just to rest itself against your lap in the quietness. it might just be me or it may be an asian thing but i don't know.

life isn't a pie. it is a long routine of reading and washing and eating and envying and enjoying and crying and hoping and despairing and contentment. it's up to you and me to pick which of those words to go with your path but i know which i will go with. i do not want to go through this with a smiley icon on my face without experiencing what other things there are. a good offense on life might just be the best thing to do. we hope.

fann is right.
she is really bloody hard to parody.
oh well.
time to end this with a :

cheers!

going away to university

2010-02-23T09:12:00.000+08:00

yep, going away to university.
technically i'm here already.
mr julianut, in the city of perth, australia
studying in the curtin university of technology,
for three years.

bloody sunny during the day,
awfully cold in the night.

the only reason i couldn't blog or do anything proper
is because i had really low cap on mb usage for the internet.

anyway, this is my room and floor.

and... subs, a lil something for you my man.
hehe.
the kids actually let me join in.

so this is my aussie number,
0415739309
contact me if u want,
or if ur in excess of credit. =P

cause
people will say all kinds of thing
that dont mean a damn to me
cause all I see
is whats in front of me
and thats you.

28th of june my love. =)

the long awaited,

2010-01-08T00:08:00.001+08:00

but certainly expected.
the ever needed.
my daily wake up call.
caffeine replacee.
personal cpr treatment.
my screensaver.
it roo companion.
fellow pumpkin soup adoree.
book reader.
voice in the earpiece.
jacket wearer.
hand warmer.
fellow homework doer.
my fluorescent light.
sole receiver for majority of texts from me.
cheese macaroni lover.
the one who looks beautiful no matter what she's in.

and..
practically everything else.

Miss Joyce. Toon. Li. Chien.
do i need to say more?
she's beautiful.
yes sirree.

=)

ily.
thanks for everything.

C=

yellow lotion

2010-01-07T23:36:00.000+08:00

is an antiseptic lotion that has been applied to my neck pretty recently.
every single morning.
every single night.
i don't like being more yellow than usual though.

teeth bared under the facemask,
with it misting under the artificial lights.
gun's a swirl as people popped their head to be shot at,
and when you get shot by your own team,
for taking down the very people about to shoot them.
it's still okay.

what's not okay is when a girl pops up from a barrel,
and nails me in the neck.

that's indoor paintball.
and now.. i'm banned from it.
outdoors too.
oh well.

when the lights go out,
and sir pyscho sexy's cheery,

what would you do?

lounge act.

2009-12-26T17:25:00.000+08:00

what would you say if i said i'm going to buy this place,
and set it on fire?

watch it fall,
and make a pattern out of the falling debris in your hair.

now would you run if i said i'm going to tape you down,
just to watch you widen your eyes,
while the tape runs under your moustache?

just a bang.
and honey,
a metal shell and a slight trace of gunpowder marks your powdery grave.
wait till the world sells you out and buries you six feet in water.

a bias action will only recurve back to the shooter,
listening only for the tentative heartbeat before digging in,
digging in with the haunting of what you did and the whirlwind.

it might be nonsense here,
but only because i indicated it this way.
to cover the fervor writhing within,
to protect the ones unneeded by wrath and spite.
the drink you love will only bring you down,
tear you apart and reshape in the size of my sneaker.
we will smirk while you are rubbed away till naught remains but a shadow.

we are what we do.
and if you do thus and thus,
then you will fade.

she is born out of a star.
and the world will wait,
till i dig out the charred rock that you covered her with.

don't swerve out of control my dear man,
hate will only get you so far.
the others will do you in.
and i will join in the stoning and the pound.

oh come on,
don't be this way.
you are already halfway through your walk.
don't let us end it here.
it will be bittersweet for some.
but we will end it with a sweet glee.
the world was never ruthless.
but you came along and cut it loose.

don't be sorry now.
because we will be.

you showed me my tomorrow.

2009-12-25T23:46:00.000+08:00

i. feel. a. lil. weird.
jack's definitely better than vodka.
no arguement.

don't trust people with the bottle.
they tell lies.

i love our conversations without light my love.
nothing will make me budge.
nothing.
ily. =)

blackout on christmas eve.

2009-12-25T00:23:00.000+08:00

well..
i ain't joking.

i really had a blackout on christmas eve.
approximately at six and ending at ten something pm.
which led me to this :

bonfire baby.
with copious amounts of newspaper.
it's a pain to look for wood in the dark though.

you lose touch with some people in the span of a lifetime spent on wheels.
some unwillingly, and yet some are more than happy to be walked away added with a boot.
but yet these people add a richness to your life's milo cup.
so enjoy it while you can.
with condense milk.

merry christmas eve. =)

I love you Joyce Toon, =)
thank. you! X)

Bang! you are dead.

2009-12-18T23:54:00.001+08:00

and if you were the next guy in line,
what would you do dear sir?

i would "______________________" .

some of us have tried standing for what we believed.
some of us tried to listen to the warnings and avoid what lay ahead.
all of us, willing or not, are still being driven like cattle through the dyke daily.
things won't change.
only those that you would want to.

how can we be alright in knowing that the light is dimming down the skies,
changing light blue hues to a dull grayness.
we choke on the fumes and kneel.
and watch it all burn away.

the radio splutters as i pull out the trigger.
i have worked double shifts to clear the ashes away.
and yet, close but no bun.
no bun.

should have just brought a wine.
and three glasses.

hack hack sniffle sniffle

2009-12-14T23:15:00.001+08:00

i hate those four words coming from my nose at the same time.
like,
would you want your nose to go hack hack?

i just realised that paintball markers uses musketballs.
no wonder they do a holy circle around your target.

phut. phut. phut. jam.

shit.

*insane screaming coming from ownself
due to subsequently getting hit on the head*

never trust paintball ground owners when they carry a sniper rifle,
all the way up the hills, and say that he's just going to watch your match.

they tend to be trigger happy.

no,
not a good way to go.

all i have ever wanted is,
just for you to be happy and warm.
that's all i can ever ask for.

happy anniversary back my love. =)
ilysm.

Motorcycle (;

2009-12-10T23:53:00.001+08:00

Happy sixteen months sweetheart.
Love, Joyce.

pfft.

2009-11-29T22:35:00.000+08:00

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An advertisement digested in my mind.

well.. i think it sounds like that.

what would you say if i popped into your room saying,

"hey man dollie what would we take for forty dollars?"

nothing is probably what would you say in this case.

nothing is golden.

take a knife and pucker a fruit,

we smile and wink,

fell in love with the right machine wrong throttle,

flashing pigs will be the death of us all.

as you can see.

i'm clearly a lil addled in the head.

or bored.

up to you actually.

decide for me won't you guys?

oh please.

pretty please.

a bad dream is,
when the very thing you are standing for,
doesn't want you occupying that spot of street anymore.
or when once cheery sounds greeted you,
now only stormy eyes pummel you to the floor.
i hate this sort of dreams.

that's why i take vitamin e pills.

my indie love darling.
smile love smile.
you are on the camera.
don't let the humongous teddy take you away.
this isn't helping my state of mind.
sleep boy.
sleep.

ily.

imy.

imysm.

grey tar.

2009-11-27T00:50:00.000+08:00

i remember,
He said, “Son,
Have you see the world?"

Before I kicked in the door
I yelled my commands
The children, they cried,

Later they took off his clothes ,
They pissed in his hands,
I told them to stop,
But then I joined in.

And yet, when I come home,
They’ll be damn proud of me.
yea they will be.

it's going to be pretty quiet for a few nights,
not the quietness that one would like.
and we will wait no matter what.
like we always have.

have a safe trip up love.
i'll be here.
like always.
i. love. you. =)

pickles in a row

2009-11-24T20:24:00.000+08:00

shake hands.
smile.
rinse the cabbage with icy water.
repeat with carrots.

hands are shaky whilst listing the ideas down,
partly from lack of use,
also from losing the knowledge of things once capable within,
this ten fingers and two palms.
you will know it when the wheel is all scratched up from keys and fingernails.

you know you can be a one minute wonder when the red lights die,
drop down between the hollowed street and the green fuzzy grass and look,
look down the treads of the big round tree.
if i listen closely enough,
would i dug deep enough,
would everyone come a running?
maybe.

dave don't kill me.

hello.
hello.
hello.
hey.
ilysm. =)

smothered glee

2009-11-19T21:35:00.000+08:00

launch the mutant!

wait.

err. no.

haha.
yep.
papers are finally over.
feelings are sweet.
just a lil bit better than spm ain't it?

i am rusty till i talk in one line sentences.
oh whatever.
time to delve into the black ridden favelas of modern warfare 2. =)
see you all around.

all i see is a girl,
with deep brown eyes,
yea she is beautiful,
and she means every single thing to me.
every little thing to me.
always.
ILY. =)

JOYCE here.

2009-11-06T18:06:00.000+08:00

Know I'm not supposed to be here.

But anyway, I love you Julian. C:

the love is way warmer than death

2009-11-02T20:26:00.001+08:00

sorry guys,
but lurve is wayy warmer.
right love? =)
haha.

alright.
just a quick update.
i'm all done with australian matriculation.
the course with the worse advertising ever.
i ain't joking about that.
it's an official pain in the beehive.
but we wouldn't know won't we?
i mean,
have you ever been in a beehive before?

not really.

there's still papers though.
so i'll get back to that.

now.

all the best for ur papers dear. =)
i know you can do it.
ILY.

D.O.A.S

2009-10-29T21:21:00.000+08:00

my loneliest night is the night,
when i had drinks with the famed mr john mayer.
before murdering him with a long strip of industrial class room windowpane through the chest.
there was interrogations too.
by the jpj.

btw, this is not me spouting nonsense as usual.
this did happen.

when all is in the gloom and dark,
who do we turn to but the strongest ones amongst us?
the ones who are best at masking their fear?
do not hate them.
they are humans too. just like me and you.
don't put a rifle in our hands but just pat us,
pat us on the head and send us home.
we are too young to sigh and too old to cry.
don't turn the guilty into the innocent.
putting the dust into the air would only serve,
serve to remind us how we are the ones with the ink on our hands.
freedom is not bought with blood and screams.
it is bought with tentative steadfastness in the face of hell.
hopefully.

protect the child, and spare the rod.
one day he might just spare you the rod too.

i'll be here while you study tonight. =)
i'll be here every night while you study my beautiful queen.
nowhere else but here.

as always.
i like the feeling when i am around you love.
so i'm sticking around forever.
may i? =)

haha.

ilysm. X)

live at slane castle

2009-10-25T20:53:00.000+08:00

dream of outer lands isn't what it seems anymore,
when you realise that space is the darkness made in the basement.
between you and me,
i would rather take the washing machine.

guess what subs said was right,
that all of us has changed,
into more extreme persons of ourselves.
and yet, we can still catch that trace of the kid still stenciled,
away somewhere that we can recognise from the edges of ourselves.

but we ain't hardcore,
nor are we softcore.

somewhere in the middle i guess.
but then.
we have always been the middlers stuck away.
between the two loaves of bread that we call airspace and highways.

extremeness is not the way.
the sauce is the solution.

don't ask me why.

when all the cards are down,
and everyone's a standing ovation.
we will come to realise that,
i can't live without you.

except that.
i already did.
ily. =)

indigo heart

2009-10-24T21:35:00.000+08:00

" We were the last line of defense, the afterthought when it came to firepower. We were supposed to pick off the random lucky G who happened to slip through The giant bitchslap of our heavier stuff. Maybe one in three of us was expected to fire his weapon, one in every ten was expected to score a kill. They came by the thousands, spilling out over the freeway guardrails, down the side streets, around the houses, through them ... so many of them, their moans so loud they echoed right through our hoods."

[The cigarette has burned down to his fingers. He drops and crushes it without noticing.]

I did my best to control my fire, and my sphincter, "lust go for the head," I kept telling myself. "Keep it together, just go for the head." And all the time my SAW's chattering "Die motherfucker die." We could have stopped them, we should have, one guy with a rifle, that's all you need, right? "There's too many!" "We gotta get the fuck outta here!" Someone from another platoon, I didn't know his name, started hollering "I hit him in the head and he didn't die! They don't die when you shoot them in the head!"

excerpt from WORLD WAR Z,
An Oral History of the Zombie War.
Max Brooks.

world war z is a class act.
a book that must be read.
even if it involves half the world dying within the book.
even when the droves start squirming on the seabeds.
eating whales.

go look for it.
it's a free pdf book.

darn.
tee's a week more.

i'll always be yours my love.
and.. he'll even wear a coat in summertime for her.
just the way she likes it.
haha. X)

and hey.
wo ai ni. =)

The velvet glove

2009-10-18T21:45:00.000+08:00

is the feel of your hand entwirled with mine,
with a soft sweet smile on your face while the sun glows behind.
nothing will ever make me let go of our velvet glove.

nothing. =)

i stumbled over videos of outward bound in the laptop the other day.
images of unwashed teens smiling, hands locked against shoulders,
knowing that nothing cept hell or high water can touch them is still fresh in my head.

R.I.P Yee sook.

people get ripped away without reason,
into the unreasonal being that is chaos.
nothing is left but an echo of what they were.
it is the echoes we hold most.
dearly to the heart.

guys from the jetty clique.
we have to visit the old house on the top of the hill near the rich man's den.
they have miror walls and ceilings glittering with dust.
gem.

drying our toes in the sand,
roasting sugarcrackers by the fire whilst the fat man pours oil over the fire,
the only question in my head is how deep the ocean runs in all of us.

ilyilyilyilyilyilyilyilyilyilyilyilyilyilyilyilyilyily
ilyilyilyilyilyilyilyilyilyilyilyilyilyilyilyilyilyily
ilyilyilyilyilyilyilyilyilyilyilyilyilyilyilyilyilyily.
I LOVE YOU. =)

brandy without the salt.

2009-10-15T20:09:00.000+08:00

It's bitter baby,
And it's very sweet.
honestly,
i feel like Lebanon.
The way people wage turf scuffles at my doorstep.
for reasons often yet unknown and yet apparent to everybody.
just live in peace won't we?
i don't mind bitching a bit too though.
salt is the step to the place where no one wants to be.
just you.

the love smiled on me.
It took away my face say please

i got a bad disease,
by days are just wholeness of hours for the less.
jesus was loved not for the fact that he's a holy man.
he just never saw a lost cause.
everybody else did.

just gonna gonna gonna walk slow.
for that state of mind,
just to give some to you.

Doo doo doo doo dingle zing a dong bone
Ba-di ba-da ba-zumba crunga cong gone bad!
ily. =)

hammersmith

2009-10-13T21:14:00.000+08:00

no.
not the smithy if that's what ur thinking.

the only difference between the sound and the ring is a pin.
don't lose the pin though.

shaking my shoulders to the echoes of his trembling,
remembering the stroll by the sea.

the dead cat is vivid in sight and smell.
yet so is the far off sands of the island.
seeing far off tankers while saying things unheard,
tarpaulin sheets is the only thing separating us from the bottom of the pan.

listen to yourself.
that's what the kid long ago would have wanted.
what we would all have all wanted.

chuck the awkwardness.
it never was our jesus.
no lord no.

well..
i did tell you i'll always be here love.
i'm here. =)

Universal Salad Biscuit

2009-10-12T20:37:00.000+08:00

yea.
googleimage is power.

for the lack of brain juice,
god replaces with brawn.

he is fair in every way.

to those without juice nor brawn,
he makes them hairy.

hey.

i did say he was fair.

suffice to say, coll has jumped back on track.
true to form, two tests plus assignment has stuffed themselves into my hands.
if only food is stuffed at this rate too.
you wish.

our very own orked and jason.
tambah pillow.
sepet eh?
heh heh.

alright.
time to get back to work.

the robot misses you. =)
happy fourteenth months and 2 days my love.
ILY. X)

Ow Ow Ow Ouch.

2009-10-05T21:23:00.000+08:00

that happens when you run into a wall of pellets.
half blind with fog,
while five to ten people are happily pelting it at you.
especially twice.

not exactly a nice experience.

now imagine them in black suits and guns shooting at you.

on the other hand..
flag runs are awesome.
team did it in 45 seconds.
*insert tongue smiley face here*
heh.

people who did the calculations.
god bless them.
brain too addled for addition and subtraction.

yours truly with a few guys : charge! charge! char-- OW OW OW.

yep.

-----------------------------------------------------------------------

Cause I came here with a load
And it feels so much lighter, since I met you
Honey you should know, that I could never go on without you.

That brown eyes, you're the one that I wanted to find.
those eyes. =)
thank you.

on call

2009-09-30T19:29:00.000+08:00

doodle. doodle. doodle.

doh! (smacks forehead physically/mentally)

scratch. (applies ickish white liquid over sin)

look up. two hands in the sky ticking.

gulp.

doodle. doodle. doodle.

well.. that's the best i can summarise of exam mono.
If this is hell i wonder how work is going to be.
A building doesn't appear overnight after all.
experation inspiration is the way to go nowadays.

on the other hand..
yippee.
heh.

i still go crazy when i see your face,
with the lovely cardiac arrest smile.
oh.. so crazy.

thursdays. spaghetti's. her.
yay! X)

haha. =)

My revelry

2009-09-24T23:50:00.000+08:00

I never ever, cried when I was feeling down,
I've always been scared of the sound, that very sound.
been here to just wait for a light to come on,
because that's when i know that you're alone.

note to self :

Never, ever drive past a roadblock and think that they will stop a friend.

sorry subs.

they were probably phonies too for all we know.
why else would keynesian and his idealogies would fail here?
this land ain't too bad.
trees and wind.
the occasional cow.

yep.
oh well.
i would leave it to another white guy and their theories to sort this place out.

i noticed, i have seen over the signs,
i'll take your load and make it mine with your hand against my heart.
common, let's head home. =)

i'm standing here till the end.
i did it once. and i'll do it again.
always.

we would never die alone love.
i'm not letting that happen.
no way love.
for you.
ily.

couldn't resist

2009-09-22T11:41:00.000+08:00

" WEAK SHIT BLOGGERS

I HATE LOSERS LIKE YOU AND YOU AND YOU WHO SUCK AT BLOGGING.. TALK ABOUT YOUR LIFE AND SHIT. LIFELESS ASSES. I HOPE YOU WAKE UP ONE DAY AND FALL INTO YOUR OWN SHIT THAT LEADS YOU TO EATHISSHIT...THAT WOULD BE THE ONLY INTERESTING POST YOU WILL EVER HAVE!

328447448 "

Well.. firstly my wormy pal, people do flush nowadays you know?
maybe you just eat yours though. hey. i'm just stating facts.
aside from that, well, this is obviously a chinese dude.
so please go read more books before trying a stunt like this again eh.
i love you my fan. X)

yea show em the singaporean spirit jack =P

anyway,

two days ago was nick's birthday.
balls asplattering among the makeshift defillades and trees mostly sum up the
experience. nothing makes you realise giving up is perhaps the wisest thing to do when you realise you have five guys surrounding you and your favourite tree.
of course, i never got around to that.
the marks can attest to that.

anyway, post-happy birthday again nick.
sorry about messing up the sums at the end though. =P

ps :

boo! X) haha.

ily. =)

happy birthday u black bud. =)

2009-09-18T21:02:00.000+08:00

well... one more day actually.
but what the heck.

heh.

I knew this guy since i could talk and wail.
he was violent at the age of four and sank his teeth into heads to prove his point.
sort of. haha.

he's supersmart now though.
JPA scholar. sticksman. active football person.
i know.
stereotype.

hehe.

happy birthday nick. =)

__________________

To my dearest fluorescent supernova :

On a platform, I'm gonna stand and say
That I'm nothing on my own
And I love you.
I'm on fire for you, clearly.

clearly. =)

man-made

2009-09-15T18:07:00.000+08:00

as the sun heads down the alley,

tell my blackbird bye for dear me,

for i'm hanging up the walking breeches again,

only to lie down, living no more.

only for her.

for her.

Public enemies is a must watch i say.

though dilinger ought to have ran way earlier.

oh well. guess he needed to learn poker values then.

poor john.

good men don't live long enough.

or so they say.

Thanks for coming down this road with me.

thank you for saying yes at that fateful six in the morning.

yours faithfully. my love. =)

blood stained but never forgotten

2009-09-14T18:30:00.000+08:00

nobody can forget the first pull of the trigger.
the first life you take.
that frantic motion to reload if just to live for a while longer.

TOPED 1st squad.
you are missed.

we been through a bit.
quite a bit.

On the other hand.. the hols are a-go. no more waving the parking sticker to the gatekeepers. for a week i hope.

The age-old problem of papers are upon me sooner than i guessed.
it holds something different now though.
something more sinister.
sinister or not, it still has to be dealt with.

no matter what happens i still remember the road to the cracked jetty.
it may be a trip illegally.
but nonetheless.
none the less.

listening to you at half past five in the morning is the best way a person could ever opens his eyes to.
i'm the lucky person.
i'm the luckiest person in the world. =)

always.

ily.

Confidence is the balacla~

2009-09-11T00:44:00.000+08:00

though... i'm sure he's baffled us good.

work's been a hassle though it's a must but we
must understand the consequences and the assuming of
unresisted ink writing about salty cheeks and running makeup below
as we run off into the next door's garden whilst the ending's in sight and
listen to the pitter patter of the gnomes hijacking the fairies the confidence
is in him and we can run though we can't fly hiding's not an option nor choice
and watch the tarmac burn under out thumbs trouble trouble
unassuming comes in the form of I and IT and GENTLEMEN while dreams are up.
if they are up.

well.. you know what this means?
this shows why full stops and commas were needed.
in every sentence.
also the lack of caffeine from the writer after the end of a long day.
or at the start of a new day.
your choice actually.

well..

on a happier note, the assignments are almost done.
but i'm stopping for now for the comfort of the covers.
if this is what work is like we are blessed i guess.
i guess.

time to study time to study time to study time to study time to study time to study time to study time to study time to study time to study time to study time to study time to study time to study time to study time to study time to study time to study time to study

everyday with you is an intoxicating and tender affair.
and i like the way it that way.
i like.
happy one year and ten months love. =)
you are my very own fluorescent supernova.
always.

chef. chief. master?

2009-09-07T22:23:00.000+08:00

name : master chief.
killrate : countless?

name : julian.
killrate : two kills. one friendly fire.
splattered rate? plenty.

Lol. i know i sound bored. i am.
Doing mathemathical assignments on the excel whilst arguing about privacy laws for vets ain't exactly what i call fun.

oh well.
time to get down and do the boogee.
coffee and some caffeine too. with sugar.
heck.
make that two.

i need that percentage.

%%%%%%%%%%%

... yes that.

listening to the sound of your breathing is the best concert i could ever be in. =)

Crying Lightning.

2009-09-06T17:54:00.000+08:00

Shazam!

well.. not really.

i was thinking..
more along the lines of the humbug - arctic monkeys.

though.. captain marvel is pretty cool too.
not as cool as superman though.
and how you would like to aggravate the ice cream man on those sugary icy evenings with strawberry leaves...

i have said this once i have said twice i have said this thrice.
this is the best life could ever get and i'm making it stay in it's steps,
stunned. craving. for. more.
you will be mistaken if you see a penguin fly.
they don't.
they swirl.

hairstyles grow lanky and long,
unkept. yet, things don't change.
who wants change anyway?

i ain't no communist.
no marxist hell bent on sharing my clothes with you who don't.

waking up with the acrid taste of ozone on the tongue whilst it's all dark outside,
listening to the beat of my heart warming up to the mind, all alone together.
that's a thing of the past.

approximately, one year, 27 days, 18 hours, 25 minutes, 58 seconds ago.
it ain't coming back.
never.

my past times used to be strange,
twisted, deranged.

untill i met you.

thanks for making everything warm.
it's nothing without your touch.
it's nothing without you. i.l.y. =)

Rotten apples ain't no ipod, with bleach.

2009-09-03T22:10:00.000+08:00

Things swirl and twist whilst you look through the thinking glass
but you know they are straight.
or at least they were straight when you last took a peek.
when you dared to take a peek.

and.. no. i ain't referring to strings and shoelaces.
though they are pretty twisty. in a way.
but not as twisted as you sir. no sirree.
nobody twists the straw the way you do.

the way home is pretty idyllic nowadays.
stop by 7 eleven's and subs gets a tuborg.
he drinks and i fret about cops thinking about doughnuts.
doughs. yum.
Kick back and take in the highway spirit.
feel the air beat against the screen and watch the pelicans hit the driveway.
with a briefcase. of course.

nothing beats having your hand in mine.
nothing.
i'm. your. keeper. =)

everybody knows it.

2009-08-13T21:18:00.000+08:00

i hear that ur moving real fine,
ur wearing those shoes like a glove,
slip those shoes off and let's go rolling on the night, till our souls slidee.

Well... it's been a long time.
and all i want to say is that no matter what happens.
and no matter what you do with your life.
Just don't pick up computing.
i swear after eight months of the subject i still can't grasp or hold it properly.
it's a slippery eel i swear.

books ain't that hard no more.
it's the reading that hurts.
oh well.
turn like the dead and hop it off to the furnace.
you might just get lucky.

time moves too fast.
i want it to slow right now.
this is the best i ever had.
don't move.

he's happy ain't he ol boy?

long time.

2009-06-18T13:57:00.000+08:00

it's been a long time since i scribbled, technically, on this page.
it's been such a long time that kooks thinks it's safe for him to rehash my words. =P

listening to the stereo whilst moving has to be pretty fun.
everybody does it so it's got to be pretty good.
don't give me a look.

cause you do too don't you boy?

nobody does stuff to spite the monkey no more.
but that's only because the monkeys are not around no more.
it feels so long since i walked through the bushes with the guys and eventually the sea itself.
that's probably why i think so slow nowadays.
lol. my head is hurtling to a new dimension whilst the body stays put in the present.
well.. technically it's your present whilst it's our past.

stabbing myself with forks and knifes in the knees whilst the headless boy laughs at me
with his feet. well after all i ain't jenny so i ain't gonna fricking sing about the daytime of the night for you guys. no sirree.

godbless.

and... just watch flight of the conchords for a bit.
you will understand what i'm saying. =)
and kua, beat that. hee.

We looked like giants.

2009-05-08T22:34:00.000+08:00

but that's only because we are wearing shoes too big for ourselves.

sometimes. .
you wish you could mold things into the things you want.
but they just flop out and form their independent shapes.
i ain't giving up though.
nah. this is just the starting.

it's just getting more interesting.

waiting to see my life rush me by with words to wash me up.
the ice is getting thinner but i ain't running.
it's been thin all this while anyway.
and i like it this way.

pics will start to appear the day i actually have a break
from the books and assignments.
it's a long time more.

someday we will die.
but at least we go out with a bang.

i know my priorities.
and i'm holding them up.
always.

AC/DC

2009-04-08T15:43:00.000+08:00

i will start blogging when i get my thunderstruck desktop back.

no not that thunderstruck.

this one.

darn zeus and his sneezes.

the killer pup. bolt. or coma. which one is it?

2009-03-21T10:18:00.000+08:00

700 bucks.

totally worthed it.

for those of you who are uninitiated.

this is what sub's pup is gonna grow up to be.

don't stop.

go get one.

there's only five left.

his name is subs.

and it's his pup.

link's right next to this.

go check it out.

now u owe me cash dude. =P heh.

i got so much to tell you.

2009-03-20T21:53:00.000+08:00

but firstly, is this town a different town today?

lol. i've been away for so long from this place i can smell the cowebs in the iron.

did i get cowebs right. nah i don't think so.

the ultimate feedback i got from people is that this blog doesn't make no sense.

of course it darn ain't gonna make sense.

it's a blog. b.l.o.g. see? =)

ah well.

went to subs place last night to try his xbox out.

not too bad i say. got to do things i know i never will with my faux-mini.

subs's black pup.

for 700 bucks.

i doubt you can even see his eyes.

better now?

eh.. crap. still no eyes. lol.

ns people are back.

viva la jackson le rampage.

this is quite a while ago though.

as we can see.

poor kua is the target.

god bless his straw farmer hat.

listening to the bus engine whine below me as i head towards
boredom and certain ridicule i watch the sky blow up into clouds with the sunshine.

star. patrick star.

that's right,

patrick star.

i think i'm losing my touch ain't i?

oh well.

blackest of days is the lightest days when you look at it through my glasses.

i think.

buy this shirt.

it is free.

but..

just say bruce wayne rules.

lol.

i'll be right back if i get anything else to say.

standing in line and seeing you smile turns me punchdrunk.

2009-02-22T16:45:00.000+08:00

.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
i'm not crossing this street without ur hand in mine. =)

shrieks b.r.i.g.h.t l.i.g.h.t.s

2009-02-19T19:56:00.000+08:00

debate's a swirl.
they think i'm too OTT.

life's a loomingly coopersized sneaker filled with ole cheese.
but i don't like the cheese.

and the car is forever out of his lil hand's reach.
well, screw the car then.

shuddupeiremtapalk.

translates into =

people ought to trade in their cars for free donuts.
here's the trade.
i give donut. u give car. =)

accident with the hairstylist causes me to lose the mojo.
lol. as if. i had. M>OO.

well.. subs i tried to be artsy.

but it ain't working.

i need ur dang whoopy batmobile.
with the BAT 63 no,
donut u donuttier. cracked sugar flicks too.

tea power.

2009-02-08T20:52:00.000+08:00

i'll be going on a short hiatus.

blogging blocs in my mind making it hard to come up with materiel. =)

this might be just be false though.

false alarms ringing and you will see the writings on the wall again.
or just the screen.

or just get me more caffeine running in my veins.

#that was a hint by the way#

this is the right way up by the way subs.
hehe.

see you all.
for a few hours.
or days.
or just hours.

pepper the moon with salts and chilli.
bye.

invincible

2009-01-26T08:53:00.000+08:00

it's been a long time since i picked up the strings and let it flow out like blood.
i played dare with god and it's his turn now.
well god, i'm up for it.

i know what i want and need for my entire life.
so give me ur best shot.

ur have been hitting me with everything u have all the time.
so wat's this time to you lord?

bring it on.

together we are invincible.

do it again sweet child.

2009-01-11T16:24:00.000+08:00

i love heading into starbucks with miss whoops. =)

alrite. firstly i apologize guys.
it's been so damn long since i blogged ain't it?
no more artsy posts for quite a while. heh. subs. X)

well. life's been pretty alrite.

college ain't too bad.
i have finally made the right choice after two years.
i should have just followed my chinese instincts after all.

china = conman business

hopefully i don't look like tat in the end.

subs is on his epic gilgamesh pilgrimage.
he still blogs daily though.

subs in hi def colour.

zeke, jackson, and kua is still stuck in bootcamp trying not to kill the natives.
and i think kua has developed a thing for one of the lovely native ladies.
hehe.

jack's in front clearing the mines.
zeke's doing his thing.
and kua's carrying the native ladie in his backpack.

i'll carry on in the next post.
hopefully..by this week.

she's the best thing in this world ever. X)

morning thoughts fall like raindrops into memories of you.

2008-12-19T19:42:00.000+08:00

nobody is perfect.

there's always somthing we are embarrassed about.

like blurting out something in a moment of drunkeness.

or scribbling screw you notes in the workbooks that you have to hand up tomorro.

i ain't no exception either, i got histories too. like most of you people are.

i ain't proud of them. but i ain't ashamed of them either.

without it i probably won't be the guy i am today.

all the hard things have a mellowing effect on people.

focusing on the present and the future,

living it with the presence of urs in mine.

i guess these hard times are over.

never had someone had such a positive effect on me before.

thank you. =)

and the rest of koreaaa.

2008-12-15T20:34:00.000+08:00

well... i'm gonna let the pics do the talk. or walk the talk.

u decide guys.

the airport.

the sushi restaurant. i mean sashimi.

man they have every single type of seafood.

even some red furry seasnail.

skiing. (before)

fear the bogeymen.

some mountain.

heading back home.

i'm a lil lazy to describe the whole trip so i'll leave it till the next posting.

hehe.

btw.

happy birthday fann sharlinn.

the pictures were taken off due to the fact she's about to commit murder. hehe.

koreaa.

2008-12-12T22:07:00.000+08:00

pretty tired.

just one thing to say though.

i love skiing.

taggy oh boy? ah. jane's. =)

2008-12-05T11:10:00.000+08:00

1. Do you have secrets?
doh. tak faham bluddo.

2. Would you fall in love with a boy/girl younger than you?
nah. they can't take the mojo. hahaha.

3. What would you do with a billion dollar?
simple. go buy more toto tickets.

4. Do you enjoy going to college?
not there yet. soon.

5. Will you fall in love with your best friend?
ur asking me to fall in love with zeke,subs,eu chuan,kua?

6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?
dua dua sama blessed.

7. List 5 favourite movies...
-jurassic park.

-rattatouile

-lords of dogtown ( get back to the valley coop!)

-pick of destiny

-u.

8. If the person you secretly like is attached, what would you do?

refer to the post below and replace the guy with the person she's attached. hahaha.

9. List 5 favourite TV shows...
-band of brothers

-band of brothers

-b*&gbus?

10. Do you have any regrets?
not visiting the toilet before papers.

11. How would you see yourself in 10 years time?
botak, and selling dvds in holiday plaza.

lai lai 5 disc cheap cheap man.

12. Who is the most important person to you?
someone. =)

13. What kind of person do you think the person that tagged you is?
She's a pure indiephile. funkily abstract. =P and she needs to get her mano a mano. hahaha.

14. Would you rather be single but rich or married but poor?
err. if i die cam mana?

15. What is your favourite color?
yellow. hehe.

16. Would you give all in a relationship?
yep.

17. If you fall in love with 2 persons simultaneously, who would you choose?
i would start running? don't want to be like the dodo dude. extinct ain't my cup o tea.

18. What are top 5 on your "to-go" list?
-holiday plaza.

-bali.

-bitz.

-any place that serves decent food.

19. Name 3 things you would like to do but would not be able to do...
-go wherever,anyhow in watever method of my own choosing.

-sign my butt using john frusciante;s strap.

-own a pub.

-let my dog mate. poor mutt's almost ten now.

20. People I wanna tag...
semua orang. ambik ambik ambikk.

a penguin is a dodo that can swim.

2008-12-05T08:26:00.000+08:00

sometimes in life..

you tend to get some bad news bout ppl who had caused a degree of hurt to ur close one.

some ppl tend to just bitch bout it.

not i. no way.

i will just follow this few steps listed below. =)

a) take a tommy gun. or a flamer.

you get the general idea.

b) adopt a maniacal smile.

c) shoot the fucking sod till he ends up like bugsy siegel.

but i can't really do tat.

tat's for his mom.

so..

i opt for choice d.

smile and act civilised. while waiting for a chance to pop him in the face.

groovey baby.

i'll be goin to some foreign land for some days.

don't miss me too much eh? =P heh.

i so had to post this pics.

too bad jack's dad couldn't be in the pic.

i'll be rite back after i survived the winter.

how bout u lending me ur beatle?

2008-12-02T20:11:00.000+08:00

it has been 4 days since freedom.

is it? i ain't really sure.

kinda lost track of all time and proportion and dimension in the last few days.

first of all, i have been playing a lot of medieval.

it's a magnificent game

fireballs burn through the sky and into ur men.

did i say men? u will be commanding legions of armoured disciplined soldiers of watever nation ur in.

apart from tat was left 4 dead.

zombies. zombies. and more zombies.

go figure.

tat happens to me all the time.

lol so anyway,december's here. which mean it's christmas month.

things are moving quick. too quickly for my liking.

foreign lands can wait. but time can't.

fuck tat.

i'm just goin to enjoy myself this hols.

merry hols.

The to-do list.

2008-11-27T22:23:00.000+08:00

well....the papers are out.
and tat only means one thing.

i'm free to do whatever a guy supposed's to do in his free time.

no.
not tat particular hand action ur thinking bout.

1. shoot germans.

2. blow up germans.

3. run some germans over in my trusty m4.

(it's not tat i have got anything against the krauts.
they are just so.... targetable since 1939.)

4. become fit.

yes as fit as her.

5. relearn how to play the guitar.

i suck at it now.

6. watch another show.

i miss getting my face smashed.

7.spend a lil more time with this guys.

u adorable buggers you.

8. spend every single other second with her and her alone.

life's isn't worth it unless you know wat's it worth for.

zimzam goddamn toped infantry.
forever will i be a part of u all.
we. are. airbourne.

oora.

it's a slow dance. =)

2008-11-25T19:51:00.000+08:00

well....dah habis.
almost technically, still got a last paper on thursday.

but who gives a damn.

it's finally fucking over. X)

everyone is getting lethargic after the papers.
ah well. there's friday.

time to blow some german ppl up.

i'll blog some more this weekend.

burn u winged component of fitness.

magic boy. magic.

2008-10-01T22:08:00.000+08:00

never ever.
reload a gun with a man in front of your rifle.
dire effects may occur.

ever wondered how the brain operates without frying all ur main parts?
i haven't. not yet anyway.

but first,
let me wish u all a happy raya.
the food was pretty good. =)
plus ang pow.

things have a way of blowing out of proportion sometimes.
just look at spm and the time.
it's 30 plus days away. wee.
heavenly grace and joy.

for those of you who thinks tat spm will :
a) rip our guts out.
b) use our spine as a shirthanger.
c) have tea with our inner cerebellum.

cheers.
i feel exactly the same too.

*we don't like helicopters.*

TOPED.
Tiltillated. Orgasmic. Penile. Enormous. Dick.

members :
a) pomato a.k.a eu chuan.
b) epitome a.k.a. ali bin abu a.k.a zeke.
c) me a.k.a. ian tay.
d) rainbow a.k.a. jourdan tay.
e) mary a.k.a. kua zi ren.
f) subnoob a.k.a. boobthesoob a.k.a. boobfuck i.e. subhash.
g) funk a.k.a. julian seow.

we had tons of fun guys.
tons of fun.

i'm getting a feeling after this november everyone will be flying everywhere.
sigh. see how time flies.
oh well.
life's too short for goodbyes.

so get ur pants on. =)
with either one of these belt buckles.

by the way...
happy birthday nick.
i couldn't resist. hehe.

ah well.
the time of leaving is soon.

and i find myself missing it.
all this and more.

things shouldn't change eh?
they shouldn't.

blood sex sugar wha?

2008-09-29T16:43:00.000+08:00

guys.

i'll try to blog.

but i'm kinda running out of steam.

coffee from a gentle soul is duly needed.

black of course.

with plenty of sugar.

stirred.

trials was a messy messy affair.

2008-09-22T20:09:00.000+08:00

so yeah. trials are almost over.
headaches and bloodbaths are over by tomorro.

in the meantime...
i heard travis's plane crashed somewhere in the states.

sigh.

no more music.
untill he gets better tat is.

i'll blog later when i got more stuff to bitch about.

watchu looking at,twinkle toes?

interesting.

2008-09-07T22:43:00.000+08:00

well my uncle got married yesterday.

you know how weddings are like.

YAMMMMMMMSENNNNNNGGGGGG.
the call to sneak in as much wine before ur elders caught u doin it.
weddings are a stale affair where my relatives are concerned.
i mean, come on, where's all the damn dancing and prancing and friends?
all i did tat nite was watch a kid giving me his equivalent of a finger while i can't do a thing.

his mom was rite next to him.
u wait kid.
cousie julie is gonna show u brotherly luv real soon.

on the other hand,
subu got his megaultimate gift.
go to his blog and see =P

jack kena ns.
heh.
Private Jackson First Class. =)

and sarah is blogging again.
YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.

btw trials start tomoro.
hehe.

with action comes anxiety. so..u know. opium.

2008-09-02T18:53:00.000+08:00

trials are so close i can smell my butt being set on fire.
so i will cut down on everything except on the caffeine intake.

here i will post various reasons why ppl should stop blogging and go back to studies.

1. seriously,we have ran out of things to yank about.
2. well..we have 60 plus days left?
3. we got shit nothing in my brain. woops. i mean our brains.
4. no one wants to end up as a vcd vendor.
5. i don't want to be left behind.

simple as that really.
i just do not want to be left behind.

so i guess i will be seeing u all soon.
and in the meantime..

bask in the knowledge i have the entire look alive dvd reel in my pc.
heh.

see u all.

e.x.p.l.o.s.i.o.n.s. i.n. y.o.u.r. m.i.n.d.

2008-08-26T19:47:00.000+08:00

*do wear sunglasses.

i saw a couple at the bay a few days ago.
hugging each other tight on a motorbike.
''sweet love they have." i remember thinking.

then the girl turned.

but she wasn't a she after all.

i know they ain't playing here.
don't say anything else.

birth and death of the day.

2008-08-26T19:28:00.000+08:00

sometimes..
i just wish i wasn't tat naive.

the virgins - rich girls.

2008-08-22T22:16:00.000+08:00

woohoo. gotta tanx janer for intro-ing this fellas. =)

pimp it baby

2008-08-22T18:32:00.000+08:00

pimp my ride usa.

_____________________________
and now for PIMP MAH RIDE MALAYSIA.
______________________________
a toyota all pimped out.

yea baby yea.

who said tat malaysians are dull?

tag? oh it's 9 bucks.

2008-08-22T12:08:00.000+08:00

LAYER ONE:

* Name: julian.
* Birth date: mac 27.
* Birthplace: china.
* Current Location: johor.
* Eye color: blue?
* Hair Color: blackish.
* Righty or lefty: right hand rule.

LATER TWO:

* Your heritage: malaysian chinese.
* The shoes you wore today: The pair of jesus sandals.
* Your weakness: eating and listenin to kokokaina. i know i'm sick.
* Your fears: becoming a vcd vendor.
* Your perfect pizza: cheesy?
* Goal you'd like to achieve in life: play a real life call of duty match. without a respawn.

LAYER THREE:

* Your most overused phrase on MSN : heh.
* Your first waking thoughts: ''-----wha?'' tat's my first thought of the day.
* Your best physical feature: my shirt. yes. my shirt.
* Your most missed memory: getting my face bashed by a nigerian while listenin to brandon boyd.

LAYER FOUR:

* Pepsi or Coke: sprite.
* McDonald's or Burger King: The king.
* Single or group dates: single. i don't need so many chicks. haha. X)
* Adidas or Nike: converse.
* Lipton Ice tea or Nestea: teh puteh
* Chocolate or Vanilla: chocs.
* Cappuccino or coffee: latte.

LAYER FIVE:

* A famous person, dead or alive, would you interview: john frusciante.
* Movie can you watch and say the lines along with the actors: toy story.
* Name two of your passions in life: listening and walking in those sandals.
* Least favorite time of day: nighttime. the government is back home at nite.

LAYER SIX:

* use hairspray or gel: wax.
* Your favorite meal: pasta. pasta. pasta.
* Color on the inside of your head when you close your eyes: kehitaman.
* Listen to classical music: every thursday.
* Ever said LOL in real life without thinking about it: nope. just haha.

I tag ...

everyone?
yea all of u who reads this BETTER TAG URSELF.

btw avril lavigne is banned from msia.

boo to the censors.

and yet..a yay.

i knew she was a guy. dammit.

connect sd. failure. please retry again.

2008-08-18T09:44:00.000+08:00

well yesterday was jack's birthday.

happy birthday swedish dude. =)

we gathered at citysquare yesterday to celebrate this guy's birthday.
kinda weird feeling,eating popcorn while everybody else was having a regular meal.
but still,it's a good feeling.

caught mirrors afterwards.
it's a kinda funny and terrible show.
funny cos i had zeke and eu chuan cringing to the left and right of me,
terrible because the concept was just stupid.
the mirrors are gateways to demonic lifeforms.
wat happen to the old pentagram i wonder.

afterwards was dinner. thailand dinner.
the cool people were off at this table,

and the others were here.

meet mr surrogate mom and her son who married ezzeker.

the dinner was good,the food was awesome, and the toilet was even better.
it had 2 mirrors. on adjacent walls.
had a lot of ppl fricking out before they could start their job.
this might explain why the seat was wet from the button down and up.

melvin's need for speed : jeep attack.
not for the faint butts.

it was a good day yesterday.
tanx mr jack daniels. =)

btw.
thank you for calling me a bitch when i kept my trap shut and actually cared.
thanks a lot dear.

i found this clip off youtube.
proves that a nice song doesn't need you to be hardcore.
it just requires a real love for it.
no matter how ugly or fat ur are.

''harap maaf. anda tidak terpilih..'' hehe.

2008-08-14T13:44:00.000+08:00

in case ur wondering.
i tak kena ns. hehe.

too bad for kua. zeke. andrew. greame. fann. nicholas. melanie. jourdan.
we will remember you.

if u guys don't defer..i might want to apply.
i get 900 bucks if i do.

but in the meantime people,
cheer up. there's still spm And december holidays to think about.

that's where we all hang out after school.
the jetty.
no i'm not joking.

the essentials.

2008-08-12T18:28:00.001+08:00

instruction 1.

food.

lasagna. never go anywhere without one.
esp places where they serve you broth with beard hair.

instruction 2.

paste picture on case to ensure optimism.

or this.

i personally prefer the dude pic.
the chick pic will attract stares.

trust me.

instruction 3.

money.

bring as many of it as u can.
or if ur broke...

streetside yoga has been always a great way to make money.
just don't do it in brookyln.
or wong ah fook.
u know why.

instruction 4.

Travelling Companion.

pick ur friends.
those that u can get along with.
and try not to share their food and cash.
they just might get pissed.

ur all set.
now go get a plane and set in on fire.

party's over kid. sigh.

2008-08-11T22:50:00.000+08:00

i don't really like getting my ass played.

but i still seem to manage getting everything on the road.
most of the things.

is it bad being someone's pawn?
or the feeling tat u played directly into their hands?

the latter i suppose.

ooh la la. wat a scandal. shoot me then.
i have no idea how people fall so easily to their temptations.
human weakness? nah.
just the burning desire to possess.

what am i even doing here,at half to twelve, with the stereo on repeat,
with messages unreplied, books undone, typing away here?

wat the fuck am i doing rite now.

gods.

ur too quick to get into ur regrets dear.
i still miss tat fairy i first saw, instead of this many face spy.
wat are u gonna do to me i wonder.

i wonder.

i say making love..in a new wave.

2008-08-10T21:05:00.000+08:00

the title is just a line from somewhere.
please do not mistake this for a random surge of testerone.
or oestreogen.

hey who said the fairer hormone is purer?

been to driving class today.
let's just say i didn't bring my id And Wallet.
yea wonderful.
thankfully ian's my atm for the day. =) hee.

something awesome happened at six in the morning today.
i haven't started praying and god grants it.
guess u can call it a holy gift.

there's 2 more weeks till trials.
and i ain't got shit in my brain. even after trying to study.
god grant me one more prayer?

subu has been missing all week.
he better be back. otherwise..he's gonna get tooled.

caught in a dilemma.
a acquaintance or a god's gift?
i want both.
i know. too greedy.

see u ppl around in a new wave.

flu. flies. and the missing keys.

2008-08-01T12:55:00.000+08:00

as you read this,
i think you would like to know that,
this is all done by an on-screen keyboard.

yes tat. the real thing has been missing for a week.

look at the dedication i put in for you people.

flu has been in my head for a week.
i need more tissue.

something nice is going on.
something really nice. X)
i should thank god some time.

as for u ppl,
just watch this till i get my board back.

cheers.

Tuck you In!!

2008-07-27T21:08:00.000+08:00

trust bryan to get everybody in the mood for
a cover of enter sandman done by the tuck in's.
haha.

So.....today's the day where the college finally hosts their iu day.
it was fucking fun. X) of course it was fucking fun.
it's ec. =)

got there early to do up the hall and everything.
ur typical frantic ''where in the hell is tat {insert someone's name} rite now?''
conversations flying around like gooses. pfft. novices.
by noon everything was practically done.

then the ppl started coming.

mr gurvinder's singh's thereaupatic session.

ppl of all types started coming.
from all schools.
ec guys, ian and gang came.
red tiger fella =) hehe.

sara came too.
Tanx for coming sis X)
really appreciate the support.

the show was goin on halfway.

suddenly someone walked in with her entourage.

it was fann.

man she was stunning. too bad i didn't take a photo eh? =P

perhaps kua has a photo.
hmmmm.

mr greame setting up equipment.

pepperheads. just taking a pic. nothing else.

not bad eh?

my band played.
again our last song is the zephyr song.
let's just say we are getting into the groove of tat song. heh.

guys we rock socks.

after tat something kinda weird happened.

mr bryan decided tat we did a cover of enter sandman to thanks the rotarians and teachers.
without any warning we went up and started playing.

tat was like..
the most terrible jam of the year.
hahahahaha.

but it was fun.
super fun. X)

rite before mr tay nearly killed me for saying sorry once too many times. haha.

chris. kuku. tonch.

somebody yell bat outtta hell.

mr same-shirt-everyday =P

afterwards everyone kinda just stoned on the stairs.
a relaxed situation.
i like.

all in all..
not a bad day.

hollywood movies.

2008-07-25T22:20:00.000+08:00

And I'd give up forever to touch you Cause I know that you feel me somehow You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be And I don't want to go home right now.

but ur ain't my heaven.
and tat's a fact no? =)

went jamming today.

friends are getting it on and everything.
but well.. looking at myself i understand
why nothing's been getting on.
haha.

kinda wish i was somewhere rite now.
with a cup and a drink in it.
but wat the heck.

just give us the idiot box and we will be saturated.
fuck.
can't stop. zephyr. help.

fucking lolness.

durududruche tat.

2008-07-23T22:06:00.000+08:00

i know u can do way better than that honey.

an ethical arrangement is a bright lie.
money ain't.

and tat. would perfectly suit our country's politics.
politics. tat's a song from coldplay.
today's has been a last day of papers for quite a lot of guys.
i remember seeing everybody moaning on sight of bio papers.
bio ain't for nothing. add maths was slightly better.
first time i'm ever saying tat.

do u believe the world will end soon?
i do. but not for others. just us. just us stupid humans.
like dinos tat came and gone.
ah well we will still have anwar and saiful to keep our screens cheerful.

people often argue bout religion and how it killed the world.
i agree a lil and yet some parts not so.
god didn't kill. we did. we used god.
so in short we are beezlebub.
yes that almighty horned red guy tat looks a lil like hellboy.

wanting new gear. tat costs half a grand.
cash. cash. cash.
seriously money is all we need.

don't you agree?

throw morality away. who needs it.

undone? oh. ur shirt. heh. sorry.

2008-07-23T16:08:00.000+08:00

i know i got a weird liking for people. can i help it?
nah. wat's the fun if i start thinking using my head instead of that fist shaped thing locked behind my ribs. or my panacea. doesn't matter really which one i use.

listenin to u talk makes me want to rub a dime and throw it at you.
that's why we know each other for ain't it?
wait. go listen to urself before u ask me to look at my faults.
perhaps then u will understand why ur such a dick.

helping out ppl is a real joy.
till they start to stab u in the shoes. ah.
crazy fucks out to wreck ur face without a real reason to do so.
well we still have to keep on living in our vinyl lives dont we?

my school's iu is this sun.
hope u guys come.

otherwise.

pack up but not straightened.

2008-07-21T16:19:00.000+08:00

sway but they don't love you. move and they will kick you.
been wanting to watch the dark knight but ain't got no chance.
ah well the paper's goin to be over soon. hope.

ec's iu's this weekend. u all better come.
otherwise.

hmm.

nothing much would happen actually. lol.

bored dude bored.

mono anyone?

u can only stay till 2.30? man i booked the whole afternoon. sheesh.

2008-07-13T17:46:00.000+08:00

went to bits studio today with kelvin and his band,
too bad my cam had to spoil it all.
u will know wat i mean.

krashanth on the 4 strings.

kelvin. jason's camwork needs practicing. haha

krashanth on drums.

me on my jackson. no fender. sorry kel =P

this whole video has no frigging sound.
so. . . just listen to enter sandman and watch us play.
it works. =)

Sandman Jamm - Kel,Jul,Krish,Jack,Dave
an earlier session including jack and dave.

feeeling~ * stop it dude effing out of tune! god...

2008-07-10T20:04:00.000+08:00

zeke's party was last weekend,
not bad,lots of lambshanks and porkchops =P

jack and kuku trying their hardest to cook lamb.
as u can see. . .calista's havin a fun time trying to cut kua's handcooked lamb.

my 2 fav ppl at the party. {single finger = dave. 4 fingers and 1 thumb = subu}

heh heh. this is why guys shouldn't. ever. cook.

my first time ever having gurvinder singh up here.

after zeke's party we went to catch cheerleading.
i only managed to catched the encore. sorry tracy XP haha

at least i caught the encore.

i stil remember ian telling me how i missed the whole show.

lol.

anyway...

happy birthday zeke

meet timmywella and mr square boob.

it's a rainbow. swear.

2008-07-09T22:09:00.000+08:00

tuition's today was a bore. watever meera was trying to teach..
really wasn't getting to me. dropped tay off at the stop and then kuku at keris.

we need way more than this. a lil excitement and inspiration will go a long way.
instead of just being locked in the claustrophobic room will a little study desk.
but hell,wat can i say? they weren't the ones who burned 4 subjects in a shot.
ah well.

cod 5's almost out. meaning next year. hopefully we can wait till then eh?
one of my friends wants a white girl. the other wants a pretty girl.
i just want a ticket outta loserville. wat's love. that freewill given to you is way more important. way more.

here i go i just don't know. . gotta take it slow.
soul to squeeze is a great song. you ought to try it sometime.
finding ur own piece of mind is a long trip. bring a guitar along.
friends. some of them are so fickle. because of a girl and they call u a arsehole.
it ain't even his girl. and i knew him longer. ah well. freespeech of the dumbfucks is a godgiven right.

gotta pack up. tomoro's school.

incubus. fort canning memories.

2008-07-05T17:49:00.000+08:00

i found this on youtube while i was fooling around.

and i think i was the one with the slidephone right in front of this guy.

hehe.

incubus is fucking awesome.

too bad they are taking a break rite now.

pity.

walking. with.

0011.

going silently insane.

home.

hey.

A continuation : What Mel Brooks never did and never finished.

a scribble. short scribble.

Lights swirl.

spark.

Tired of sleeping.

You are a S.O.B behind the wheel my friend.

Blue pear.

moth

the little things in life

you got a death wish, Johnny?

the yearning

shh. =)

same old concrete. same old trigger.

junkie wunkie woo.

quiet poppies

Time.

on a friday morning.

indoor living

parody week : Fann Sharlinn.

going away to university

the long awaited,

yellow lotion

lounge act.

you showed me my tomorrow.

blackout on christmas eve.

Bang! you are dead.

hack hack sniffle sniffle

Motorcycle (;

pfft.

grey tar.

pickles in a row

smothered glee

JOYCE here.

the love is way warmer than death

D.O.A.S

live at slane castle

indigo heart

The velvet glove

brandy without the salt.

hammersmith

Universal Salad Biscuit

Ow Ow Ow Ouch.

on call

My revelry

couldn't resist

happy birthday u black bud. =)

man-made

blood stained but never forgotten

Confidence is the balacla~

chef. chief. master?

Crying Lightning.

Rotten apples ain't no ipod, with bleach.

everybody knows it.

long time.

We looked like giants.

AC/DC

the killer pup. bolt. or coma. which one is it?

i got so much to tell you.

standing in line and seeing you smile turns me punchdrunk.

*shrieks* b.r.i.g.h.t l.i.g.h.t.s

tea power.

invincible

do it again sweet child.

morning thoughts fall like raindrops into memories of you.

and the rest of koreaaa.

koreaa.

taggy oh boy? ah. jane's. =)

a penguin is a dodo that can swim.

how bout u lending me ur beatle?

The to-do list.

it's a slow dance. =)

magic boy. magic.

blood sex sugar wha?

trials was a messy messy affair.

interesting.

shrieks b.r.i.g.h.t l.i.g.h.t.s