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Wednesday, July 27, 2005

call me fickle.

at least i dont have weird ppl leavin hate tags
marissa doesnt count.
but it wld have been interesting.
really.

while we're at the subject of hate
there is TOO MUCH in this world
this is old news but ophrah got rejected by hermes
racial discrimination is a force to be reckoned with
we have been fighting and procrastinatin about it haven we?
in pri sch we say the pledge "regardless of race n religion..."
with much naive gusto
but mudd n bhangra jokes are much of a shared guilty leasure among many of my peers
my annoyance surfaces esp when its degoratory
likenin the colour of a race to excretion is jus low and unfunny
but there are the humourous harmless ones that one cant resist showin some teeth

now... which idiot wldnt wanna make a 10 grand sale?
and not recognise ophrah! the great ophrah!

branding is an affliction
the old fashion powerhouse which retails exorbitantly priced bags that goes by the tens or hundreds of grands
u ask me n ill tell that thats insanity
insane ppl include zoe tay sharon au martha stewart n fellow screen queens
thing is, they are also insanely well to do folks

the realm of insanity also shrouds the workin middle class brand-worshippin shallow folks that shares the mrt with u and i
i despise ppl who foolishly blow like a couple months pay fer a bag
a bag!!!!
dont they have better things to spend on?
even the nkf gives 99.99% of its massive donations to their patients n facilities
only 0.01% for first class tickets finely clothed and accesorised executives (accordin to vern) n gold taps of cos
to blow a substantial chunk of yer pay fer fashion is irrational and simply a weak attempt to give the ego a false sense of self importance

but who am i to say?
the digits in my bank account seem to shrink on their ow
i dont even have a bag to account fer it
where did my hard earned brat battlin baby sittin money go?
both are grand magnificent financial losers in equal moronic glory

i need a financial planner.

best thing ive heard all week:
my guy's the boss
im just the boss that bosses the boss ard

read: I did not do it for you: how the whole world betrayed a small african nation by michela wrong

song: delicate - damien rice

the usual suspect said::

7/27/2005 04:32:00 PM :D

Saturday, July 16, 2005

singaporeans are an infuriatin lot

someone shud tell the lawmakers that the courtesy campaigns spannin a few gd decades is a terrible terrible way to incinerate taxpayers' contributions

like shockin factoids of nkf donations enough to last fer the next 30 yrs n a few gold plated taps or two
campaignin to get us to behave like human beings are simply a meek futile attempt
misunderstood n basically ignored by the majority
folks its not bout seeing posters of a lion mascot on toilet walls
i know cos im the lone crusader tryin to get folks to surrender their seats to ppl who really really need
ive lost count of the times ive told a rascal to stop feignin sleep n let the old lady or man to have his precious butt-rest
of cos i only do it fer the ppl who fall in the catogories of:
*in various stages of pregnancy infancy or old age
*flaunting a mepathy evokin neck brace or a cement cast in any part of your body
fingers in bandages also make the cut as it cant get qt difficult to hold on to the railings or handles on a swayin train with ppl swayin along with you

pretendin to slp or hidin behind newspapers seat warmin antics are absolutely not legit
cept if ur vyin fer the lower than pondscum of the yr title

why do i see close to half a dozen very very old ppl makin feeble tries at the railings n handles
a heavily pregnant woman standin by the door n imbeciles shovin her ard with their shoulders to get in n outta the jam packed evenin train
sadly i cant name names but these very inconsiderate n selfish ppl get off at bishan ang mo kio and yio chu kang

there is the ugly pimply couple
not yer lovesick juevenilees
im guessin mid twenties
arms practically entangled ard each other n talkin inaudibly to each others ears
they evoke a nauseating sight of mr fantastic n the thing in a best friend scuffle
those who seen the movie wld identify with this
so caught up in the pimple count they are oblivious to the wobblin old folks right smack in front of them

there is the cherry print birkinstock-ed shoe slut
i know cos she was smilin at her shoes
and yes they are very new n nice n so distractin that a bomb blast can rip thru and her eyeballs will jus glue themselves to those cherry (n very lovely i concede.oh tht bitch!) birkies
i live n breathe shoes but i dont smile at them!
i smile at ppl who i give my seats up to cos i know they need it more than me
and it feels goddamn nice when they smile back n say thank you

try it sometime folks. its a nice feelin.

there is the church goer
fashionably dressed n armed with the formidable lookin black leathercased best seller of all time
The Holy Bible
she was examining the floor like it was the most fascinatin work of art she had laid eyes on
a remindin note: i wasnt at the lourve n one of its magnificently tiled galleries
i was jostlin n sardinized in a jurong bound mrt shootin daggers at all of em

86% of singaporeans have a religion n are devoted to the spiritual teachings
70% of the freethinkers (like moi) believes that G.O.D exists
and 0.0000001% of us (my own disillusioned estimation) give up seats to ppl who need it more than we do
these figures are not very encouragin huh?

my attempt to shame the ill mannered peurile minority will have no effect obviously
im not xiaxue or a buddin straits time columnist
tho the pathetic votes of confidence i have fer the latter to come true is my boyfriend n best friend
thanks u two.
maybe the courtesy campaign committee can patent the idea
ill charge dirt cheap
ill even pay em to use my idea ok?

"in a joint effort to have a really successful courtesy campaign (fer once i mite add) in the month of (whatever month this campaign runs) there will be Persecuting Inconsiderate Selfish Stupid (PISS) officers stationed on trains n buses. names will be taken down n fines issueed to offenders guilty of not givin up seats, obstructin the entrance, starin adoraingly in your ugly boyfriend's eyes and rude bodily behavoir. pictures and particulars will be published on the front page of The Straits Times as part of the Public Shaming Exercise (PSE)."

u think?!

ponder ponder:
which is better?
receivin surprise gifts or bringin the mister to the shop n havin him pay fer the object of your retail lust?
use the tag board freely my friends!

be yourself - audioslave

the usual suspect said::

7/16/2005 06:23:00 PM :D

Monday, July 11, 2005

im not used to all the time i have on my hands
i dont think im meant to be this free
feels like a crime
almost like im skiving

have no inspiration to pen (or rather type) down my thots
or perhaps there are none that are intriguing or baffling
for me to do my on-screen dissaction n self reflection

there is the troublin issue of havin nothin to depress about

i hail from a hybrid generation of teens growin snugly under their parents' protective armpits
where nothin is really of a problem
i dont hafta queue up fer rations of tapioca or water whenever i hear a bone rattlin siren
i dont hafta walk barefooted fer hours thru a bitin desrt to get to sch
i dont have aids cos my mother had aids when she had me
so no physical deformities or third world degree poverty to bother me
but i can be mentally inadequate disturbed and even deranged
that'll work in a first world countires like us
where everyone will be shrink worthy!

ive seen and known ppl who depress over the most meaningless things
like parents not lettin them stay over or simply havin to do homework
its all very secondary school when its the unspoken rule to be cool
u have to be angsty and rebellious n anti-parental
even christ sometimes
ive realised that unsound depressive behavoir from an age of childish adolesence can grow on you
thru-out the yrs we are movin on from one object of depression to another

i think i ran out of depressin topics
wad used to depress me seemed to have produced a logical solution on its own
ppl who used to irritate me senseless just by sharin my airspace seemed bearable now
hi mad!
is this wad i think it is?
im turnin into an old bag?

as a newly inducted old bag of society
i dare to say that the young lot today in singapore are qt a bunch of selfish imbeciles
i was channel surfin as usual at boy's
and i came upon the rerun of a youth talkshow where the topic of the day was gellin with the elderly in society
one teen speaker with a very queer zigzagged fringe n long bronze locks commented that she wld rather have her arms chopped off (it wasnt literal but her look of disdain explained it all)than live with her grandpa
unless he'll pick up breakdancin fer her
as an effort to gel with her (she hastily added upon bewilded looks from the adult speakers)

the foolish bitch is self-centered
and totally not in sync with reality
lets not even go into the discussion of whether its physically possible of a elderly to pick up breakdancin

it displayed a younger generation of teens
do we call them to gen-z?
now that gen x n y are passe
that are even more mollycoddled young dumb n basically hopeless
the object of their depression is when ppl arent conformin into their lifestyles
panderin to their interests n definitions of cool
imagine their horror when they wake up one day to realise that gasp! the world doesn revolve ard them
it never did
i wld love to be the one carryin the mallet of realitycheck n whackin them on the head one by one

everyone has their transitional period from child to adulthood
where its awkward n confusing n oh so depressin
but it seems that fer every generation of youths
the psychiatric evolution is disturbing
is our youth in the future a convulated mass of emotionless robots
only driven by financial n academic indicators?

latchkeys kids were a pitiful symbol of dysfunctional family units in my childhood
now everyone is a latchkey kid as both parents work hard fer shrinking apartment spaces, crazy coe prices, rising cigerette prices their kids hafta pay fer behind their backs, and havin a maid so that u can pour hot water on her or bite her nipple off

wad defines a family?
who needs a figure of guidence who loves n cares fer you when u have the xbox n the sims?
ill create my own ideal house n parents in my very own virtual world

sometimes i really wonder if im against the rapid invasion of technology of technology in my life
why do ppl get all stressed up when they are sepaated from their handphones like even if its fer a day?
ive gone handphoneless fer six months in my j1 yr
and honestly
it wasnt that big a deal

techonology economical prowess magically bestowed upon us from a hard toilin humble elder generation that we have no patience to put up with
the new age of comfort n luxuriant living that we fail to see its actually luxury cos all our friends have the same perks

those starvin african stick ppl with huge bloatin tummies are so not cool enough to be our counterparts!
oh wad third world country? is there sucha thing
like economy class n first class?
the americans are first class n the africans are like economy class?
are they part of the human race?
we give them relief aid? oh we do?
yea there's this concert comin up. live 8! its bout them? not bono or madonna?
oh i see.
cool. support the african ppl! yea! cos brad pitt says so!
and i grew up dreamin bout marryin him.
maybe ill be as lucky as katie holmes cos im a big dreamer too
is he a scientologist too?

is that the key to the moral corrosion of our youth today?

oh im jus ranting random things that has been plaguing my mind
from a shockin episode of ophrah to jus i wad ive seen ard lately
a tapestry of thots dat dun even hafta link
here's how technology serves me rite?
or i wldn even have this outlet fer thot transmission.

tioman picts are finally up!
see under triggerhappy! --->

virtual insanity - jamaroquai

the usual suspect said::

7/11/2005 12:12:00 PM :D

Sunday, July 03, 2005

knight

battered scratched amour
dusty dirt crusted boots
u wear a weary smile to comfort me
enemies have retreated
external pressures have eased
my princess u are safe within
u tell me

shut out the screams
shut out the fears

i can be swayed
i can feel weak
put on my rigid smiley mask
but we both know the outsiders
their worthless antics
deep within there's a broken me

their pompous tones
their lacadaisical attacks
their inferiority complexes

silent all these yrs
merging our solidarity
i found lonely you
you found lonely me

senseless strings of stupid words
fucking strings of crazy words
i wld tear at the crystal of sand embedded in my eye
i wld not open my ears to ur acidic breevity

i reject the grovellin pining prince
why wld i chase fairy tales when they never exist

screw happy ever after
when a knight can go down in glorious battle
rescue me from a myth
with a riposte of reality

a knight's loyalty
never deserting
evil hector impaled by his resolute glance
i place reverence
like a vest upon my chest
its a shield for my tender heart
u never let the enemies draw blood

a knight and his amorphous chivalry
escortin the proud princess back up her bejewelled throne
he reloads his amour
he is crusade bound
he never rests

the proud vulnerable princess. the subterfuge knight

i am gonna learn driving.
taitai-hood can wait.
Mazda RX-7 FC3S im comin fer ya.

will change my blog in 3 days time.
pls make neccessary changes ppl.

indifference is no excuse to shoulder ashen cobwebs.
its time.
www.troubadours-epilogue.blogspot.com

go.see.

the usual suspect said::

7/03/2005 12:51:00 AM :D