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if holden caulfield is real and is living, if he chanced upon me, he'd beat the shit out of me and kill me with his bare fists. i am a fake. i love everything and anything anglo, thinks and act like i'm anglo when i'm actually not. i worship another race because i think my own race is incompetent and impotent when i might actually be more incompetent and impotent than they are. which makes me, as holden caulfield would have put it, a phony. a first-class, gold-plated, honey-brazen phony.

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Sunday, July 29, 2007
a few days ago, i was a malay racialist because i was so in love with the song dayung sampan done by noraniza idris and the erhu player, heyun. i also decided to go through my father's cd collection, managing to pick out particularly sudirman arshad's album and realized that malay songs have such deep and meaningful lyrics although i had to read and reread lines from several songs which took 5 minutes at least to understand it fully. inspired and motivated by my recent discovery, i decided to wiki up 'malay' and was impressed and proud to find more cool stuff about the malay culture.

so i asked ilyas if he has the song dayung sampan and he was like, "this is one of the times when a friend hits another friend in the face to get some senses into him". i was disappointed, not by his comments but because he doesn't have the song because i was planning to use the song as my mobile ringtone. so whoever has the song please contribute to moi because sharing is caring but it's okay if nobody has it because i sure as hell will persuade my dad to buy noraniza idris's album and i'll definitely get the song then.



to describe yesterday, 28th of july, saturday, in the most simplified manner, like how vinnie jones would have described it in a few words:

"it's been emotional."

and i'm still actually quite EMU.


Monday, July 23, 2007

whateverrrrrrrrr.



Saturday, July 21, 2007
"We took a back road, we’re gonna look at the stars.
We took a backroad in my car.
Down to the ocean, it’s only water and sand
And in the ocean we’ll hold hands.

But I don’t really like you, apologetically dressed in the best,
in the best put on a heartbeat line.
Without an answer,the thunder speaks for the sky,
and on the cold wet dirt I cry.
And on the cold, wet dirt I cry."


Monday, July 16, 2007
sarah is like the only girl i can be frank with about issues that i only discuss with my male mates.


Friday, July 13, 2007
today frederick loy wenfa was an angel because he woke me up when he called me at around 11 in the morning and i'm extremely grateful because his call in effect meant that i was able to make it for my friday prayers.

the reason why i had trouble waking up was due to the fact that i was stoned as mad because i came back home at 5 in the morning with my cousins for a stint at (an outrageously MALAY) club for sha-sha's birthday. inside, there was an effing small nazi gas chamber of sorts as an enclosed smoking area for all the smokers to do a combo kill on themselves by taking in first hand and second hand smoke. otherwise, all was fine and dandy because they were playing the umBERELLA, ELLA, ELLA, EH, EH, EH song and i had to pay zero dollar since everything was paid for by my cousin's boyfriend who is the nicest guy ever and i guess sha-sha enjoyed her birthday celebration so happy 18th bitch.

so after prayers i had soccer with the guys in school and i miss them loads especially this mark toh soon long who was such a bugger but still managed to make my day with a good chat. clement lim zhi ming, the guy who believes in school karma decided to join us for a drink later on to sum up a really nice day with several serious discussions on various issues such as naming our favouritest songs from aguilera and lavigne. okay we like them because they're hot but it doesn't matter because we watch the history channel.


Monday, July 09, 2007
i feel like such a junkie.


Friday, July 06, 2007
heard the latest blab?


Tuesday, July 03, 2007
my right ankle cracked like how a nutcracker would crack a nut because i could feel my ankle twist and hear the sound of it cracking crystal bloody clear. so now my right ankle looks like it's been binging ba kua and i have trouble walking properly and it's uber uncool but who the hell cares because i am tyler durden. oh and i caught babel on dvd and it's such a strong movie but i don't like the ending because pitt's family survived the ordeal and chieko did not do suicide when i expected her to, i mean come on, make the story tragic dammit.


Sunday, July 01, 2007
i would still set my alarm on weekends deliberately because i wanna relish the feeling of realizing that i can wake up later and can actually go back to sleep. it's just that kind of cheap satisfaction.

people say that i have issues. i really do.