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Sunday, June 25, 2006

it has gotten to this

that its a fucking tragedy that the same blood flows in our veins

only to be replaced by bile and venom

that i mentally obliverate your existence

while you cut ties with a blunt knife

you shouldnt be alive and we shouldnt feel this pain

you should burn in hell and we should be set free



conniving, heartless and ungrateful

never return, you demon.


the usual suspect said::
6/25/2006 02:28:00 AM :D

Wednesday, June 14, 2006

tis been awhile i know
and its only cos my kl getaway was so good im thinkin long term living arrangments
and immediate employment the moment i return was a total killjoy

either way

work's a bitch
and so is the fuckin ache in my lower back

hence a lovely day to blow off work and sleep in till late afternoon hours
after a sex in the city season 2 marathon while the boyfriend's at work
i had an epiphany

this is my motherfuckin dreamlife

sleepin in till late and lounging around the house
watching/reading great works of literary creativity/mainstream entertainment
working on my first full length musical script
doing the occassional housework and drinking my ice lemon tea straight from the bottle
feeling rather fabulous in my overpriced rip curl sarong whom the boyfriend forbids i wear out

working from home is a wonderful thing
if you call most of that working like i do
cos i hope to get paid for writing creative works next time

basically ima no routine no lunch hours no deadlines no punch in punch outs no watchdogs person
random living and luxurious with time i am
ill disciplined and lazy too i confess

do not mistaken me for being the little woman expecting the man to bring home the bacon
i am a fuckin feminist for christ's sake
i just wanna work at home

gimme an office space thats like 2 by 2 metres
ill commit harikiri for you

and bout the causeway migration
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
imagine your net worth in doubling digits
and havin a gastronomic orgasm at least 3 times a day
plus future in laws (mock my arrogance not. im so certain bout this its scary)
are people i sometimes adore more than their own son
tempting ainnit?


kl scrapbook comin up i promise
jus need to get this bitchin work outta the way
ends on the last day of this month by the way
you hearin this girlfriends?


i propose cosmos and marlboros this thurs!
*jus kiddin kahyat!




rhythm bandits - junior senior (and the rest of the album)
what my ears are currently addicted to right now
check em out folks if ya haven already heard


the usual suspect said::
6/14/2006 02:43:00 AM :D


my world in a paper cup
gracie lou freebush
miss artful dodger
1986
st.nicks/cjc/nus theatre studies
//
Let each man exercise the art he knows.
Aristophanes

eclectic*psychedelic
The drama is not dead but liveth
and contains the germs of better things.
-william archer

all my lovers//haters
bohemian rhapsody
is this the real life?
is this just fantasy?
caught in a landslide
no escape from reality
open your eyes, look up to the skies and see
-queen

Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango!

ty
skin by lomographylove[:
inspiration: 001