tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56926572011-12-14T11:54:40.191+08:00jokes about the bottom end of the body.The Professornoreply@blogger.comBlogger2601100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692657.post-84103106999331926182009-10-13T23:55:00.001+08:002009-10-13T23:56:43.122+08:00

Amazing, Unreal, Beautiful.Sorry for the lack of posts, been busy :p

The Professornoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692657.post-24917641629041951282009-07-02T01:00:00.003+08:002009-07-02T01:04:15.780+08:00

Oh my god.This is breathtaking. Came across this while goofing around on youtube. beautiful mishmash-rendition of Love Story and Viva La Vida.The song is dedicated to the musician's 7 year old daughter, Sarah.It's a must watch.Enjoy.

The Professornoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692657.post-49778847746407940692009-07-01T01:40:00.003+08:002009-07-01T01:57:59.183+08:00

Muddy Waters. Blues Man. Lived it, Ate it, Loved it.Back in the day, no one can make music sound so bad-ass, except for this ol' cat right here. Now if that ain't bad-ass, I don't know what is.Enjoy.On the seventh hourOn the seventh dayOn the seventh monthThe seven doctors sayHe was born for good luckAnd that you'll seeI got seven hundred dollarsDon't you mess with meMuddy Waters - Hoochie

The Professornoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692657.post-32572551108183478382009-06-29T02:04:00.009+08:002009-06-29T02:44:19.822+08:00

Movie Review: Hot RodOkay, since everyone else is probably going to give reviews on Transformers and whatever summer movie that hits the screens, imma do something a little different - reviews on movies that don't get much (or none at all) screen time.So. Hot Rod. It's not a racing movie.It's not a redneck movie.It's a movie that'll smack you across the gob, throw ninja stars at you and call you

The Professornoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692657.post-21176703104229013252009-06-23T15:33:00.002+08:002009-06-23T15:41:45.233+08:00

Check out this video of a white boy possessed by the devil freaking out after his mother cancelled his WoW account. All together now - LOSEEEEEEEER!

The Professornoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692657.post-65002267544572867822009-06-22T19:35:00.004+08:002009-06-22T20:49:14.015+08:00

Woke up this morning feeling the blues. It was hard enough to lift up my head, what more with the nagging, throbbing headache which didn't think i had enough punishment for it to go away - even with a full night's sleep. Sent out a few texts. Postponed a few appointments. Stayed in the whole day to recuperate. ugh. Thank god days like these don't come by very often.You feelin' the blues too huh?

The Professornoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692657.post-38221450969576861952009-06-22T13:53:00.001+08:002009-06-22T20:49:42.194+08:00

What's life without a couple of zombies to kill every once in awhile?I WANT I WANT I WANT *salivates*

The Professornoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692657.post-7248708805528722562009-06-19T01:17:00.005+08:002009-06-22T20:50:11.302+08:00

I have a friend who lets her mother manage her income.How much she earned wasn't disclosed to me.How much she SAVED though, was RM2,000 a month.What happens is whenever she gets paid, she transfers the money to her mother. Mum gives her a meager allowance. Rest of the money gets invested elsewhere.Now, with the magic of compounding interest + dollar cost averaging + low unit prices, fuck me she's

The Professornoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692657.post-4824140341252131482009-06-19T00:57:00.003+08:002009-06-22T20:50:58.957+08:00

Can't help but to share this to anybody who still reads this blog *grins*My favourite performer has to be the old man in the jumpsuit. He just oozes character and soul. He and I share the same name, except he's called Grandpa Elliot!Makes me wanna go all the way to the French Quarters just to feel the blues.

The Professornoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692657.post-7839170627342229422009-06-18T00:08:00.002+08:002009-06-18T00:18:15.368+08:00

It's been quite awhile since i last posted. Time for a new look, getting tired of the old layout.Couldn't be bothered to redesign a new layout, resorted to blogger templates *oh the shame*Oh well, la-dee-daa.The year's been a blast so far. win some lose some, win more lose less, life goes on.Picked up a new instrument - only the harp can make youz a real blues man!Acquired a new hobby - bloody

The Professornoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692657.post-38757496254070581902009-05-18T01:54:00.001+08:002009-05-18T01:54:40.801+08:00

HAH?!? 2009 OLEDI AR?!?!?

The Professornoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692657.post-14495693178148024842008-12-12T01:18:00.004+08:002008-12-12T01:30:29.352+08:00

sometimes i wish i could go back in time and relive the days i spent worrying about nothing. except for monkeys stealing instant noodles from my food cabinet. I thought i had problems then.now that i'm older, my problems are way bigger. luckily, i'm also better equipped to handle them :)COWABUNGA BABY, YEAH!

The Professornoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692657.post-61654156652719762002008-08-26T14:45:00.000+08:002008-08-26T14:46:11.361+08:00

should i say i'm a marine biologist or an entertainer?

The Professornoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692657.post-66576112346965684862008-08-19T21:12:00.000+08:002008-08-19T21:16:12.004+08:00

The Professornoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692657.post-27784640928513877482008-08-19T21:06:00.002+08:002008-08-19T21:10:48.520+08:00

oh GAWD am I tired!This is really unhealthy but i've been feasting on instant noodles and apples (with a little bit of oreos thrown in here and there) for the past two days. haven't had the time (or desire) to eat proper food, which comes as a surprise knowing my appetite. anyways, gots to run, lots of money to be made lots of business to be secured.Inside of You,The restless find their dreams,

The Professornoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692657.post-73894817573218023472008-08-12T01:03:00.002+08:002008-08-12T01:07:32.496+08:00

wow.recently, every appointment i've been to has yielded positive results. i'm still on a roll. now if only i'm a little more hardworking in setting more appointments...

The Professornoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692657.post-2574695782656798722008-07-30T00:09:00.002+08:002008-07-30T00:18:13.787+08:00

it's been almost 8 months and my feet are finally back on the ground. income's been steadily increasing and i can breathe a little easier now. guess it took me awhile to shake off the blues. i'm back baby and from here on, the sky's the limit.i will make it to gold coast. i'm just 78 grand away. it's time for the final sprint.it's show-time.

The Professornoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692657.post-83628332172011761982008-01-03T03:22:00.000+08:002008-01-03T03:26:21.082+08:00

So long, 2007. kiss my fragrant, flagrantly filthy, fit ass.Hello there 2008.Let's go for a ride, shall we?

The Professornoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692657.post-70249412965370206152007-07-11T17:16:00.000+08:002007-07-11T17:18:58.553+08:00

ouch.i can feel the knives sticking out my back right now.so sick of defending myself hokaaay.p.s. due to unforeseen circumstances, proper posting is discontinued until further notice.

The Professornoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692657.post-27799437083887042192007-06-27T01:45:00.000+08:002007-06-27T01:47:54.700+08:00

Please refer to the June 10th post.WHEEEEE.uh oh. no safety harness.i can see the ground.oh shit this is going to hurt.

The Professornoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692657.post-19640138315395515292007-06-15T14:28:00.000+08:002007-06-15T14:35:00.600+08:00

I didn't get promoted. I know that the glass ceiling is low - really low, but the least the company could do was at least recognize my achievements. A name mention, hell even a 100 dollar pay raise would keep me happy already. so, what to do, what to do. fuck it, i guess i'll have a showdown with the boss later.

The Professornoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692657.post-23858101759252323282007-06-12T01:09:00.001+08:002007-06-12T01:47:13.447+08:00

It's hard to leave when you've got people like these around you.edit: the dude with the tongue in the last picture is NOT me

The Professornoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692657.post-61656631229705808402007-06-10T07:09:00.001+08:002007-06-10T07:09:45.907+08:00

update: regular posting has now resumed!

The Professornoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692657.post-56182473904298872402007-06-10T05:23:00.000+08:002007-06-10T07:04:55.519+08:00

Flying is learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss.- Douglas AdamsNobody i know actually tries that. To put their weight behind them and jump forward face down without any padding or protection, knowing that it'll hurt like hell when their face makes contact with the ground. It's a lot like falling in love isn't it? Nobody would allow themselves to get thrown into love unless they've

The Professornoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692657.post-35211843237648789442007-05-30T15:14:00.000+08:002007-05-30T15:15:18.034+08:00

aaaaah crap.here we go again.

The Professornoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692657.post-2561651221745289722007-05-24T09:47:00.000+08:002007-05-24T09:50:49.493+08:00

hoooooo shitwhy didn't i pay attention during my piano lessons??why didn't i pick up music and graduate from Berkley?!?!?WHY GOD WHY WHY NOOOOOOOOOOoooooo...I wanna be a jazz guy,And play the greatest American music.I wanna be a jazz guy,And play the greatest American music.I wanna learn all the chords,Solo till everyone in the room...Is bored.- PUSA

The Professornoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692657.post-81046486313647318602007-05-21T22:04:00.000+08:002007-05-21T22:17:58.017+08:00

weird ass conversations with the boss -through smsboss: ahhh it's a rainy morning. nice day to sleep in isn't it?groggy me: yeah very....boss: too bad we only have one writer today. come in early.me: ...in the officeboss: okay what's your problem?me: what? i don't have a problem.boss: don't tell me you don't have a problem, i can see it from your face.me: it's personalboss: tell la, maybe i can

The Professornoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692657.post-69068687544963043652007-05-12T20:15:00.000+08:002007-05-12T20:24:18.245+08:00

last night, i fell asleep on many different things. On my desk. on a colleague's desk. i fell asleep lying on top of the conference table. and on the floor of my general manager's room. also on the tiny two-seater couch we have in the lobby. finally, i fell asleep on my bed. it was supposed to be a good day. apparently it was supposed to be MY day. guess you really can't believe what the stars

The Professornoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692657.post-65188025545996899712007-05-07T16:24:00.000+08:002007-05-07T16:26:24.834+08:00

Useless fact no.237Elliot doesn't forward his chain mailsUseless fact no.329Elliot has unbelievably bad luck

The Professornoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692657.post-17495020899982004382007-04-03T12:23:00.000+08:002007-04-03T12:45:48.017+08:00

I have a knack of dropping things – VALUABLE things – in the toilet bowl.Approximately 6 years ago, Sharon gave me a crucifix necklace. Because Sharon is the closest thing I have to a sister, I treasured that crucifix like it was gold. I kept it around my neck everyday, all day. One fateful day while taking a dump in the office, the leather thingy that held the crucifix broke. I tried to catch it

The Professornoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692657.post-14937484208154580482007-03-03T04:30:00.000+08:002007-03-03T04:39:26.041+08:00

Talk about bad luck streaks. After getting into two accidents and consistently losing money in poker, i came home to play my guitar and *GASP* (insert drama music) my guitar neck broken in two! I wonder who i pissed off to deserve this shit. OH WELL i'll just go get another one. This one's pretty shit anyway.I've had two people i know who also got into bad accidents.One was travelling back from

The Professornoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692657.post-77696548121286489012007-02-26T05:01:00.000+08:002007-02-26T05:02:25.668+08:00

oh, before the robots take over and the sun sets in the morning...Gong Xi Fa Cai to everyone.

The Professornoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692657.post-68261900493542054792007-02-26T04:06:00.000+08:002007-02-26T04:24:39.186+08:00

Jan 28 07 - Reversed into a pole near my houseFebruary 25 07 - Drove straight into a divider on a dark roadThe first accident, I felt the most. Being a somewhat careful (albeit a little reckless at times - okay okay i just contradicted myself) i've never gotten into any accidents since year 2000. Reversing right into a pole JUST in front of my apartments made me feel stupid. But then i thought,

The Professornoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692657.post-65240634335379396202007-02-08T00:21:00.000+08:002007-02-08T00:35:11.858+08:00

The trouble with caring,are the feelings you're sharing,might not always be mutual.But through all the mourning,the glory belonging,i'll be waiting for heras usual.What can I say?Love, You & IAnd let's keep it that way.

The Professornoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692657.post-29162567702148677622007-01-15T09:28:00.000+08:002007-01-15T09:29:49.470+08:00

i'm late!!

The Professornoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692657.post-1167826042212518332007-01-03T20:03:00.000+08:002007-01-03T20:07:22.223+08:00

Another year has come and gone. It was quick too, i barely saw it coming. My new year resolutions? Just three.1. To save more money.2. To make more money. 3. To let sleeping gods lie.What are YOUR resolutions?

The Professornoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692657.post-1167275376698650342006-12-28T10:39:00.000+08:002006-12-28T11:09:36.710+08:00

ever heard of murphy's law?i recently found myself knee deep in financial shit (2 birthdays, a wedding and christmas gifts can kill anyone). after buying dinner and gifts, i realised that giving the obligatory ang pow for the wedding would leave me with just enough money to feed my car and absolutely nothing to feed me. with the salary only coming out next week, how the heck am i supposed to

The Professornoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692657.post-1166674666069669952006-12-21T12:14:00.000+08:002006-12-21T12:17:46.080+08:00

those who know do not speak. those who speak do not know.-Lao Tzu

The Professornoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692657.post-1165543215010404962006-12-08T09:48:00.000+08:002006-12-08T10:00:15.020+08:00

a stuffed frog is peeking out of my shirt and i'm balancing 2 rolls of toilet paper on my head as i type this. the first roll went up when i started freaking out about deadlines. the second roll came up when i heard about added copy. the stuffed frog jumped in there for fun. i am VERY stressed at the moment. and the irony of it all? i'm writing articles about destressing. despondent i is feeling

The Professornoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692657.post-1161851731289202542006-10-26T16:17:00.000+08:002006-10-26T16:35:31.300+08:00

RoutineMost people hate it but given the circumstances, most people have no choice but to follow it. Wake up at 8, take a shower and empty the bowels, stuff some toasted bread in the mouth while putting on shoes, exercise survival skills on the mad rush to the office, arrive at nine. then comes the pre-work routine in the office. coffee, cigarretes, email, bla bla bla. work work work, go to lunch

The Professornoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692657.post-1160035863892564402006-10-05T16:05:00.000+08:002006-10-05T16:11:03.903+08:00

*stares at the mirror while getting dressed for work*hmm i look funny today.*stares while putting on pants*what's wrong with my face? i'm sure nobody rearranged it last night*stares while wearing watch*did my face somehow transform? did i gain the power to be handsome overnight?*stares while wearing socks*or did i get uglier? nah it's quite impossible to get any uglier than this*stares while

The Professornoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692657.post-1159843703806616352006-10-03T10:43:00.000+08:002006-10-03T10:48:24.113+08:00

all it takes is a split second of absent mindedness while having a conversation for me to make ridiculous statements, or ask unbelievably stupid questions, of which i am famous for. blargh. HEEHEEHAAHAAHEEHEEHAAHAA

The Professornoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692657.post-1159791601515294262006-10-02T19:56:00.000+08:002006-10-02T20:20:01.526+08:00

3 regular hobbies:- Reading- Making sweet melodies for the ear (sweet to mine, horrendous to others)- doodling on random pieces of paper3 on your to-do list:- Laundry- finishing up my song- hunt down more freelance jobs!3 unique traits:- Lame (have yet to find proper competition)- does wierd things- having wierd things happen to me?3 favourite games:- Texas hold'em babeh!- DOTA- foooooosballlllll

The Professornoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692657.post-1159258742885350462006-09-26T15:46:00.000+08:002006-09-26T16:19:02.896+08:00

*sigh*as if killer deadlines aren't enough, i've managed to piss off another colleague with just three words....alright, it started off as a phone callme: hey can you get me the rest of the list so i can get them over and done with please? need to start working on the proposal already.her: haiya i also dunno...i also finding pics until die already...me: haha not surprised you're not dead yether:

The Professornoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692657.post-1159193629523761912006-09-25T22:04:00.000+08:002006-09-25T22:13:49.536+08:00

okay.brace yourselves.WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH*phew*okay now i feel better.wait.i think i might need to douse my head with cold water.i want to go home.and sleep. sleep. sleeeeeeeeeeeep.on the bright side, i'll be driving to home up north this weekend. so exciting.last night my friend proclaimed that

The Professornoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692657.post-1157963444173053802006-09-11T16:21:00.000+08:002006-09-11T16:30:44.193+08:00

i am uninspired! simply don't know what to blog about anymore. life hasn't been exactly boring but bloody hell, i can't think of anything interesting enough for a post. well, last saturday's poker night was fuuuuuun but you had to be there. retelling the story would just raise eyebrows make everyone think that my poker friends and I are nothing but a bunch of retards. i would blog about isaac

The Professornoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692657.post-1157360843842941252006-09-04T17:04:00.000+08:002006-09-04T17:07:23.853+08:00

i had an exhausting weekend.too much to drink and not enough sleep.and i miss my mother.

The Professornoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692657.post-1157097689893516142006-09-01T15:19:00.000+08:002006-09-01T16:01:30.410+08:00

ugh. this disgusts me. I simply asked the meaning of 'maaf zahir batin', so i can write something from that angle. i didn't get an answer, instead, a got half an hour of bitchin about how stupid the malay tradition and culture is and how the world would be a better place if they shot each other in the head. i'm no fan of malays (some of them can get quite irritating) but i think it's bloody

The Professornoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692657.post-1157093337211403052006-09-01T14:47:00.000+08:002006-09-01T14:48:57.223+08:00

Have you ever had one of those days where you came back from lunch feeling unsatisfied and still hungry? Must…refuse…urge…to…eat…because…i…am…vain…AND I DOWANNA GET FAT GODDAMMIT!I apologise, hunger often causes sudden outbursts of anger in me. Or maybe I’m just menopausing.HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHARON! We celebrated by having a whole lotta crabs with no pictures to prove it (one of us badly needs to

The Professornoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692657.post-1156298339591371392006-08-23T09:47:00.000+08:002006-08-23T09:58:59.603+08:00

the wannabe mexican: Alright, see you guys, adios muchachosthe wannabe hot chick: eh, stop speaking like a mexican lathe wannabe mexican: but i like being a gringo!the wannabe big dick: do you know what a gringo is?the wannabe mexican: i have to admit, i don'tthe wannabe hot chick: i know i know! a NEGRO with GANGRENE!

The Professornoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692657.post-1155892256024319382006-08-18T17:09:00.000+08:002006-08-18T17:10:56.036+08:00

I hit a high and go down low. A gust of wind lifts me up after spiralling downwards for what seems like eternity. While I’m relieved to not hit the ground yet, I know in the back of my head that the wind might carry me higher than ever just to drop me when I least expect it. Then I will ask myself: why the fuck didn’t I pack a parachute??All right, vagueness aside, work is driving me nuts. It’s

The Professornoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692657.post-1155544787653672602006-08-14T16:32:00.000+08:002006-08-14T16:39:47.666+08:00

it was sweet while it lasted. so goodbye for now.

The Professornoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692657.post-1155190670517552642006-08-10T14:12:00.000+08:002006-08-10T14:17:50.526+08:00

i cannot believe that after more than a month of not updating this blog, all i had to say was i had diarrhoea. knnccb.

The Professornoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692657.post-1155011769238811172006-08-08T12:34:00.000+08:002006-08-08T12:36:09.253+08:00

I HAVE AN ANNOUNCEMENT TO MAKEi have diarrhoea. crap.

The Professornoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692657.post-1153212161960961692006-07-18T15:56:00.000+08:002006-07-18T16:42:43.383+08:00

Focus. That's what I need. I haven't been home long enough for the past few weeks to actually focus on what i should be doing.Like cleaning up my room.Or building up my portfolioHowever, i did finish writing a tune last night. I can now call myself a singer songwriter although i can't sing and my songs are badly written.The Boss asked me to try on his shoes earlier. I can now boast that i have

The Professornoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692657.post-1152847855665343052006-07-14T11:21:00.000+08:002006-07-14T11:33:18.376+08:00

aiya.this blog seems to have been neglectedsorry lar, uber depressed right now, and it's common knowledge that one shouldn't blog while depressed, or purposely step on dog shit right?so yeah. brband thanks to all who came to celebrate the annual recoqnition of my existence. i love you alls very the much."i single your face out in the madding crowd,i watch you as you lose yourself deep in his

The Professornoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692657.post-1151485987793643042006-06-28T17:04:00.000+08:002006-06-28T17:13:07.820+08:00

umi think i lost my waywhere are the damn roadsigns?!?!?

The Professornoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692657.post-1151052986051309332006-06-23T16:40:00.000+08:002006-06-23T16:56:26.133+08:00

Fridays. whilst everyone seems to love Fridays (why not right? end of the week, time to chillax and party), my heart is always heavy with worries and uncertainties on this very supposedly happy day. i worry about money on fridays, because i know i'd want to spend. recently i've been worrying about performances, which song am i gonna do? can i actually do this song and not have stale cabbages

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Haven't been seeing much of my buddies lately. life has been centred around work, more work and guitar work. i know when we all hang out, we say things like:eh boring lah. what to do ar. where should we go?go home la. DRINK!fuck you la. go screw your mother la.omgwtfbbq. your face damn ugly man.I PAWN YOU!you suck yo.small beer mug!very good congratulations.MAHAI!==> this one is a classic: *

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i keep forgetting that there is no perfect person. your flaws are what makes you attractive. being human is beautiful.And i wonder why i'm so drawn to you. end of random mushy post of the week.

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an alarming lack of funds this previous month due to many weddings and month-old babies had caused me to cut down on certain things. such as sending my clothes off to the laundry. I have no time to wash my own clothes anyway (excuses only lar i'm just lazy). which leads to one thing: one day someone's gonna run out of fresh boxers to wear and then that someone is gonna git hurt real bad. that

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yesterday was a good day. i wrote my troubles down on paper, folded it in half and kept it somewhere secret. then i rocked the world with my creative ideas and not-so-trusty old mac. when i was done with rockin the creative world, i was whisked off to coffee hut to enjoy the company of good ol SS and LSN. CC and F joined as well. then again, abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz was probably at coffee hut

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i've had a bad start to the day. walked downstairs to find another police fine for parking by the side of the road. dangnammit. got to the office, felt charitable, bought lots of nasi lemak for my beloved colleagues. semua sudah makan sebelum saya sampai. dangnammit again. it's gonna be a loooooong day. i can't find my cigarrettes!!!I've been tagged by demented kat.THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:1.

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wah. just realized how emo and depressing my previous post was. for the record, i'm not very depressing in person, i'm actually very perky and happy. anyways, today i had dried chilli mantis prawns and half my colleague's lunch, then i went back to the office to devour another four slices of very delicious pizza and a birthday cake. goodness gracious me i will be fat in 2 hours time, then it will

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The phone rings and i hesitate to pick up. Being nice to someone i dislike isn't one of my strong suits. i know it's a message from the stepfather. he asks me to ring him in penang. what the fuck is he doing in penang? all i want to do write something rude back in return but i've been given strict orders not to agitate him.so i dial the number. he picks up. i cringe when i hear his voice. part of

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okay i cannot concentrate on my work. someone once taught me that if you have something bothering you, write it down, keep it safely away, then your problems are no longer with you and you can work with a clear mind. so i'm keeping this here.i love you, but im gonna slap you with used toilet paper and make soup with your balls to feed the homeless. i hope your private parts drops and is eaten by

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i think certain things are subconsciously bothering me. been feeling the blues lately.Oh my fair....Floating like a bird that's in her wingsYou are there...Smiling in my arms for all those years...Moon On The Water- Beat Crusaders

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so i shall be yodelling tonight. it's a scary lil thought since i can't even remember the last time i actually yodelled in front of a crowd (most of the time i just do it to my mirror, admiring what little facial hair i have). cannot say i'm ready for this because i haven't had enough practice but what the heck, i need the money anyway. Leonard says my repertoire is gay. i have to agree, but

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I know god is a woman and she's watching me. well she'd better, else imma steal her supply of sanitary pads and distribute em to panty sniffers around the world.

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I must keep in mind that i am no longer the size i was 2 years ago and trying to wear the same pair of pants that fitted me so nicely then might cause severe discomfort and suffocation to certain parts of my body now. my plan to in a desperate bid to save money: spend only 15 bucks a day, 1 for breakfast, 5 for lunch, 5 for dinner, 3.90 for Dunhill Lights, can still save 10 cents. how much i

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"you are young but not stupid"If I had a penny everytime someone told me that, i would have....a penny. damn.

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here i am blogging from work. not a smart thing to do, no no. work you say? he's blogging from WORK??? DAMN RIGHT!! The Pig has finally found a job after resigning from the place which shall not be named (aka hell with flourescent lighting). yes that's the good news for the year. everything else that's been happening is either not important or none of your damn business thank you very much. i

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Hiit's been a bloody long time isn't it? can't think of what to write though, besides more of my misfortunes and misfortunes isn't exactly nice for me to jot down on electronic paper. of course, it may be nice for you since you're gonna get to laugh at my ass but seriously, no one likes being poked fun at. i've had a great start to my new year. so great i'm starting to think i'm gonna hate myself

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I have a confession to make. i don't know how to blog anymore. merry christmas.

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saturday night, i'm sitting alone in a cybercafe attempting to play dota (i say attempting cos i'm failing) while making friends with the person sitting next to me. sad isn't it? i don't feel like i'm cut out for my job. matter of fact, i don't feel cut out for any job at all. need a confidence boost. rainbows and sunshine! rainbows and sunshiiiine!!!i'm bored. i would like to proclaim that i

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yesterday i snuck two of my many many balls out from the office. i put them in my little red pouch. once in awhile when i get frustrated, i give my balls a little squeeze. and if i feel like it, i'll let some of my friends squeeze it too. unfortunately, after one of my friends *coughjoshcough* squeezed my balls, he wanted to keep it, so i let him keep my balls. now i have no balls.i have no

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i see lots of balls at work. all sorts of balls. big balls. small balls. medium sized balls. pseudo medium sized balls. after awhile, them balls start to resemble things. things like puppies. or pigs. once in awhile when i'm dead bored, i try counting the balls. but they mock me. they laugh at my frustration when i realize that there are too many balls to count. just when i finish counting a

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I will start work on Monday. According to Josh, I will have no life once i start working with this company. I will barely see my friends. so i have come to a conclusion.My life will end on Sunday. so i intend only on doing either one of three things.have sex the whole day.play dota the whole day. swim the whole day.since i'm a sad prick who can't get laid and has lousy stamina for swimming, i'll

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Apparently, me shaving my head actually had huge impacts on certain people. Apparently, if you have a tattoo in the shape of a stallion, many people will call it a pony.Apparently, if you are constantly insulted and made fun of, it's because you're endearing. (fuck that)Apparently, I am innocent of all charges. not true. And i find it strange that i still remember her soft features when she was

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dear sharon, at least i don't look look like a hyena. huhuhu. :D

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despite sleeping on the floor for two days before my bed arrived, or overspending on furniture, or getting a saman on the one day i decide to park outside, or the ridiculous changes in the roads, or slipping on the stairs and doing a half assed flying kick landing on my ass in front of a lot of ppl in subang, it feels damn good to be back in kl :)

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it's been a pretty long day and i have a lot on my mind.but i'm not going to blog about it.instead, i'll just make a statement.the moon is made out of cheese. the real question is, what KIND of cheese?

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looks like i've been through this before. i hope someone will help pick me up again but it looks like that ain't gonna happen. sorry for wierd cryptic post. normal service shall resume once internet connection is supplied.hiatus is still on.

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SUPER LONG HIATUS COMING UP!! and it's because my computer is stuck at a depot in penang and i have to pay over 500 bucks to pick it up. i hope all my regular three and a half readers miss me so much that they drown themselves in tears and kill themselves.p.s. I AM GETTING VERY FAT IN PENANG BLAAAARGH

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i fly home tomorrow. at 3.10 pm. no more ppl looking at me wierd. no more lousy food. no more tryin to squeeze words outta my ass to have a proper conversation. oh yeaaaaaaah. who's your daddy?

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a bit of an emo post coming up, boo fucking hooi met these jokers when i first stepped foot in australia. travelling alone, i expected to feel lonely and friendless as i didn't know anybody who was going to go to the same uni. i've heard some of their names, even met some of them once or twice before, but i can't say i really knew any of them. i was prepared for a year of loneliness, being very

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just when i was looking forward to going home in 9 days, the pigs here decide that it would be a good time to release their secret biological weapon which they've been developing for years to kill all humans and become the second most intelligent creatures on earth. why second you ask? because we all know that the most intelligent creatures are lazing about in cages, eating cheese and pretending

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OMIGOD I TELL YOU THESE CHINESE MIXED FRENCH CHICKS ARE SO DELICIOUUUUUSok i'm too lazy to blog now so maybe later tata

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http://jobpredictor.com/so. i keyed in my nameelliot boeyguess what turned up."elliot boey, Your ideal job is a drag queen."kanina chao cibai. i know i've been in a drag before for various parties but it was all in the fun COS EVERYONE ELSE WAS IN A DRAG. i'm not gonna turn it into bloody profession.feeling unsatisfied with the results i keyed it my full nameelliot boey chee wooi"elliot boey chee

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see, i don't really favour online conversations....if i was in a pig sty 3000 miles away i would be online but have my status as 'away' so i don't have to talk to anyone .yes i'm a closet people hater. i aspire to be a peeing terrorist. i'd terrorize people by peeing on them. back to the topic, yes, i'd do that if i was 3000 miles away...but since i'm stuck here in the country that can simulate a

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I have social down syndrome. during social gatherings (the ones which i attend anyway) i usually shut up and plaster a smile on my face looking all pretty with a dimple on each cheek and a twinkle in my teeth (but since i started having coffee and nicotine on a regular basis, my teeth has somewhat lost their twinkle). I prefer to talk only in smaller groups, where you don't have to raise your

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I have social down syndrome. during social gatherings (the ones which i attend anyway) i usually shut up and plaster a smile on my face looking all pretty with a dimple on each cheek and a twinkle in my teeth (but since i started having coffee and nicotine on a regular basis, my teeth has somewhat lost their twinkle). I prefer to talk only in smaller groups, where you don't have to raise your

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sometimes, decisions in life makes you feel like a hedgehog during the mating season. you wanna go for it, but are afraid of the spikes.

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You know the day isn't going to be good when it starts off with your mother smashing the handle of an umbrella into your head

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i found a copy!! had to journey to the ends of the earth (ok end of town) to find it, but the good thing about it is ppl here are killing each other for the cina version and no one touches the england one, so i didn't have to fight off anybody for it :Done problem though...I HAVE NO TIME TO READ!!! :(

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Shoes from china are dirt cheap. so i bought myself another pair of shoes. which i intend to take good care of. because i tend to not take care of my footwear. like the two hundred dollar hush puppy slipper i convenient left behind in my old house because my suitcase was full. and my nike's slip on that i have no idea where i put. and the pair of vans that i threw away cos i stepped on dog poop.

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i hate this time of night. it reminds me of things i've tried so hard to bury. her fingers entwined with mine. soft kisses in the dark. the warmth of her body. the flame of a candle flittering as a soft breeze blows. the creases on those dark sheets. i still miss her. just remember when a dream appearsyou belong to me- jason wade

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my boss is a slave driver. yells at everything, nitpicks at every single detail doesn't listen to what people have to say, and wants things done his way. i think having him around actually slows down the job cos he goes around telling everyone how to do their job and complaining about this and that and yada yada. although he hasn't been breathing down my neck, i feel sorry for the people working

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i can post, but i can't read any blogs. not even my own. so if i don't reply to anyone's comments, please don't think that i'm ignoring you. even though i probably am, lets not think that way okay? :Dthis morning at the restaurant downstairs"would you try dee-er"what?"dee-er"excuse me?"dee-er, urm, d-e-s-s-e-r-t"oh dessert. you want me to to have dessert for breakfast?"yes dee-er weary good"....

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the view always looks better when you're looking from above. okay so i'm stuck here. i don't understand a single word of the language. and there's a freakin proxy here that doesn't allow me to go on msn or read blogs. fucking hell there goes my only contact with my buddies. and i'm gonna be stuck here till the third of august. i can't wait to get home already :( someone come rescue me please!!-

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