let's date older women!

i guess smart kids are homo-savvy. njc graffittis:

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

so i plugged the earpiece on, right, while i was walking out. had my ipod on shuffle since morning, before the paper. after the paper, i was going to go out and there was the school attendant or something standing by the school gate. he was like, "you malay?" I was annoyed. so what? now a malay guy can't even do the fucking 'A's even as a private fucking candidate? he was smiling so i guess he didn't mean any harm. i raised my hand at him to acknowledge him and was like, "yeah, malay," and right after that, coincidentally or not, moby's "extreme ways" played on the ipod. i lighted a fag up and realized that i had just experienced a jason bourne moment. it was apt. and it was not until later that something hit me. it's over. it really is over.

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

margot says: believe me.

why don't you come on over, valerie? says: airina

why don't you come on over, valerie? says: you're the queen of kings of class

margot says: i make boys into men.

why don't you come on over, valerie? says: bless me, airina.

why don't you come on over, valerie? says: bless me

margot says: why dont you tattoo my face in the likeness of mother mary

why don't you come on over, valerie? says: hahahahah

why don't you come on over, valerie? says: fucker

margot says: why not

Monday, November 19, 2007

i'm done with norwegian wood. it was hard to put the novel down because i can relate a lot to the protagonist and some of the other characters although the circumstances in the novel are different. the idea of loneliness and isolation in the story seems like a good prospect for an individual, almost ideal in fact. and who wouldn't love the japanese sexual idiosyncrasies? i am therefore obliged to think that having sexual relations with a 30-something mental patient is far out. which is why i'm in love with reiko ishida.

"Don't feel sorry for yourself," he said. "Only arseholes do that."

Saturday, November 17, 2007

under rug swept says:
i befriended a butch today

alright, still says:
oooh

under rug swept says:
she doesnt talk very loud

alright, still says:
is she hot?

under rug swept says:
and she repeats my last few sentences

under rug swept says:
she looks tired

alright, still says:
looks tired?

alright, still says:
fatigued?

under rug swept says:
yeah

alright, still says:
maybe its tough being a guy

under rug swept says:
what are u, thesaurus?

alright, still says:
for her

under rug swept says:
hahaha

the infatuation.

Friday, November 16, 2007

my preference is for boxer shorts but the reason why i wear briefs or boxer briefs is because i think it looks cool.

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

in the span of two days, yesterday and today, six teenage kids asked me to either spare them or buy for them cigarettes. do i really look like a delinquent?

Sunday, November 11, 2007

OMFG she's so gorgeous. and prettiful.

Saturday, November 10, 2007

i've been in loose contact with this fella through text messages because i mistook his number for a friend of my brother's. interaction with random what's-up-i'm-good messages, really. so this fella called me up today, wanted to know where i was but i couldn't recognize his voice because it was different from my brother's friend's so i asked him who he was. the guy told me he's aiman or something and i was like, aiman maner sak?, myself feeling super guilty deep inside because i have once again forgotten my friends. so this aiman was like, you're taufiq right? with karina? and i was like who the hell is karina so i told him straight up that i don't know any karina or any aiman for that matter in my life. he apologized, the call ended and i clarified with my brother regarding his friend's mobile phone number which was different from aiman's. so i was like, holy crap this is weird because i've been in contact with this fella, this stranger, for weeks now.

and i met sha-sha today, after her second attempt of deliverance from her family and realized that she is in a much deeper shit than i am. i have stress and pressure and all that fucking nonsense but what she's going through makes me look like a clit. the circumstances revolving around her makes her future seem shadowed and it's not the normal coconut tree kind of shadow. her's is the biggest fucking tree in the world kind of shadow. i'll give it to her though, my huge respect because she's taking it so well with and without her maturity, her audacity to do what she's doing at 18. where was i when i was 18? i remember it clearly, pissing on the whole world, society and the education system because it's fucked (i'm still doing it now) and not doing anything about it. so i've decided to help her any way i can, ease some of the burdens financially and emotionally and also hope that by doing so, i get to play a part in naming her baby, a girl, which probably will be along the lines of lily novi suhanah or milla novi suhanah.

i am secretly attracted to malay dancers.

Thursday, November 08, 2007

misery is a butterfly says:
no. you cant reciprocate the feelings. if its not there, then its not there.

Sunday, November 04, 2007

reminds me of kiki. except for the baseball bat bit.