project work meetings can be so taxing. all the squabbles and conflicts. sigh... so unlike local politics. in project work meetings, each and every single motion is argued. every single detail is fished out. all opinoins are heard. in local politics, it's all YEAH YEAH GOOD OKAY I'LL DO IT NO PROBLEM HAIL THE MIGHTY TRIO. i'm kinda high.
that regardless, today i shall badmouth the person who thought i badmouthed him in the previous post. i call him... Fat. i hope i don't have to explain why.
Fat is a friend. an actual friend. i like him for who he is. he's funny. too bad he's in rp. he'll never get a good audience there. such a pity. he likes money too. and girls. and guys. i find the guy part freaky. still, in all his freakiness (and boy, is he freaky) he's one of the most decent guys i know.
i find that depressing and disturbing. cus the best kind of people i know are psychotic freaks (there's a pun there, fyi).
i think you forgot to mention that he's a stunningly handsome fellow... and... the only person who would be by his lollipop shaped friend's side, waiting 3 hours for his grandma to go through 3 costume changes so she can send them all to the laundry... arrr.... btw... first person to post comment... yay... sorry, psycho. wrong person. don't worry though. i'll badmouth you soon enough. heyyee dude. u're like the epitomy of meeeann. and btw. add a taggie board la so it's easier. need help can ask me =D I can't believe it took me this long to realise that Ulic is lollipop-shaped. It's like finding out that Hwang Fei Hong is Jet Li. Chinese inside joke. HEY!! wheee im missing u too lah =D hahas all the lame n crappy shit we did in malay class like not listening to maimoon and always failing her class..hehee...and ur long smooth girl fingers are mineee mineeee..woots ;D hah kidding!..see ya around xD
This comment has been removed by a blog administrator. Eh? What did the guy above say? Also, I look exactly the same as I did on Prom Night, only with longer hair and less leg muscles because I stopped running. AND I AM NOT SHORT YOU GODDAMN GIRAFFE. hahahahah. yeah the mat jokes were GOLD ok. hahah ching rocks la k ikhsan. and stop calling everyone ard u short just cos u're so unnecessarily TALL. and hahaha i cant believe u put tt as ira's link.
ok, call it a coincidence, bt its nas' birthday today =| hahah awww. SWEET! and kamilah nxt time specify nasuha cos nawariah did a 'nas' thing once too and caused abit of a misunderstanding. hahah oops... oh yeah... haha ok, nasuha Incidentally, Ulic, does she know? Are you dating? Can I make fun of you on my blog? Hey, thanks. That wasn't Kam, by the way... and I'm not Kam.
Who the fruit are you? And how do you know my name? And no, Jake is not weird, unless by "weird" you mean "drop-dead gorgeous". you've been tagged! check our blog k... btw, its nas n kam here. n we miss ur jokes! hahahah ching so polite. who the fruit. aawww. we all miss bp. guess we have to just move on and make the best out of the future aites!
gawdd. u can get into trouble for this. but it's not abt race luckily. it's abt nationalty. actually, our country's education system rocks so much(yeahh jeezz.), they wanna get educated here, and then cos they cant stand us making fun of their accent they go back to china. hahahahah. hopefully that's the case la. ur honesty wld seriously get u into troble one day. and wassup with RP ppl? u mean Republic Poly..?
This comment has been removed by a blog administrator. hahah lamerr. eh there's an article in new paper today about hacking into other peep's connections. you can get caught! and fined! and you'd get fined ALOT. hahah guess you need those friends with cash anyway. but wo0oo. who cares i'm gonna steal connection too when i get my notebook. =X
the previous post disregarded, today i shall badmouth this male acquaintance of mine.
i shall call him shulk.
why? he's about 167 cm short. and he's fat. he might tell you that it's all muscle. but trust me. he's fat. kinda like the hulk. he also has lots of femalish tendencies. gayish tendencies. kinda like she hulk. but she hulk's too long. ergo, shulk.
shulk is big. otherwise, it won't be shulk. shulk is strong. shulk has questionable sexual orientation. shulk periodically shows a freakish streak. like unzipping his pants in public. or dry humping someone's shoe. be wary of shulk.
he's got money, though. he's my friend. hahahahahahhaaaaaaaaaaaaa...
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Psycho 3:16 said...
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nas.ISM(: said...
Ada said...
fadelala said...
today, i performed at sajc.
disaster.
let's now discuss the mistakes by order of chronological occurence. (we played smells like teen spirit by nirvana, btw)
1. i messed up the initial rhythm. only managed to pull together a decent riff after the intro.
2. nothing really happened until after the first chorus. in the verse following it, some freak force of nature made my amp go to beyond full blast; it got a helluvalot louder. no one heard anything other than my guitar.
3. the error above carried through pretty much the rest of the song
4. the highlight of the disaster. after the guitar solo, there were still another verse and two choruses to get through. the drummer decided to end the song just after the solo. so, a song that is 5 minutes long was cut to about half its length.
i hate freak forces of nature.
the day after is almost ended.
there's this pit in my stomach.
what to do? badmouth again, quite obviously.
today, i shall start a series of posts that profile my past and present acquaintances. if i'm feeling high enough, i'll even talk about my future acquaintances.
let's begin. adalmin. i shall speak of her first as a preemptive strike. you see, i told her it was okay to make fun of me. so to make sure that i'll be having a li'l bit more fun than her, i'll make fun of her first.
adalmin. the last time i saw her was during prom. i shall therefore describe her based on that last memory. in short, (please say this with a hongkong accent for added effect) she is kinda freaky. then again, i'm not in much of a position to comment. nevertheless, i shall continue.
she's this kinda petite woman. she says she's got nice legs cus she runs everyday (i know, damn freaky). she's just slightly androgynus lah. slightly. except for prom. she was a freakishly scary ninja girl from long, faraway hills. but most of the time, she's just plain scary.
i'm not too sure about this, but i always remember her as someone who walks with a slight slight hunch. you know, the kind of hunched movement that is almost always associated with someone who can kill you, mutilate your corpse, and get the authorities to join in the laughter afterwards. she gets freaked out when ppl sneak up on her from behind, though (oh the memories; and bruises). she can punch like a strong lady. or dennis on steroids (another inside joke). hence the scariness.
still, a good acquaintance to be around. the jokes are fresh, although i must admit that the mat jokes were lame. good laughs. lotsa good laughs. lotsa innuendo. lotsa random screaming when someone gets freaked out by the innuendo.
anyways, i don't know what she looks like now, or how freaky she is. but i know that the people in america around her are lucky. they'll get good laughs. they're also in deep bull faeces. i would know. the bruises may have left, but the trauma is in some vault in my brain. damn.
next post will be about this gay looking guy who's sorely misunderstood. i'm not surprised that he's misunderstood, cus i spread the confusion in the first place. hah. peace out.
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Ada said...
Ironically my weight has actually dropped from 63 kilos to 60 since my move to America. Must be the "poor student" diets.
AAAAAH ANG MOH LANG ARE SO HOT. Ada said...
nas.ISM(: said...
i've been tagged, it seems.
she must be
1.her
2.her
3.her
4.her
5.her
6.her
7.her
that's it. i don't see the need for description. she's there for all the world to see. and that's too much for me.
yay. today's the day. but before i begin the commemoration, here're some announcements:
to adalmin: dang it. you know. nehmind. thanks for telling me about the link thing. it's fixed now. and please refrain from using my name online. the government must not know. and woohoo! you swore in your comment! mission successful.
now, to begin:
to a girl who today turns seventeen,
i have been missing you;
your smile and your warmth,
your laughter and joy,
you. indeed it is true
that many a day passes by
with my heartbeat skipping,
losing its rhythm,
all because i miss you.
i grow frightened, alone in the dark;
although you are the light that gives me my life,
my drive,
my purpose. it frightens me
that i am fighting a losing battle.
for as the ravages of time and distance
dull my memory of you, my feelings stay true.
but what is this feeling for,
if i do not remember the essence of who it represents?
so it is on this day, that i remember,
and search the labyrinth of my forgotten memories,
that in my longing for the memory of you,
i find you. and feel once more what i once felt so strongly.
i do not want to be frightened anymore.
where are you, this light
that shines in the abyssmal darkness
of my heart?
i call out to you, on this day of your birth,
to remember me. to know,
that i am here,
remembering you.
for who you are.
and how much you mean to me.
to the girl whose day of birth is today,
happy birthday. i will always miss you.
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kam said...
nas.ISM(: said...
kam said...
Ada said...
kam said...
kam said...
ooh. i love my life, at this point in time. no doubt, i'm gonna hate it soon enough... but i soo love it now. (say why)
why, you ask? (say yes)
well, i'll tell you. (say thank you Ulic, you are such a gentleman. the best gentleman there was, is and ever will be!!!! marry me!!!!)
let's see. oh yes. adalmin yet does not know my identity. but i know hers. i feel the power, man. oh yeah! i can't wait to freak her out with knowledge about her personal life. she might even be so freaked out that she'll spout vulgarities and obscenities and all that crap that she spouts out in her comments.
next. tomorrow is a special day. it is the birthday of someone special to me. and i shall not waste the opportunity to show my appreciation. thinking about her just makes me feel... numb. yeah, i guess numb is the best word for it at this moment. it's like the feeling you get when you daydream, where time pays you no heed, and you don't give a damn about it. where you feel as if lifetimes of blissful serenity have been experienced in a single moment. i don't usually feel this way about anyone. come to think of it, she's kinda like the first.
i still remember that moment. or rather, those few moments. the moments we shared, promenading, enjoying each other's company. i felt that i had no more burdens on my shoulders. no more worries and doubts about how fulfilling my life was. at that point in time, the glass wasn't half empty. it wasn't even half full. there was no glass... just fullness, in all its pure pristine perfection (alliteration!). tomorrow, i shall commemorate that day and her existence. that is more than reason enough for me to soo love my life. cus she's there. (say that is soo sweet. you're like the sweetest guy i know!)
next. i'm not really messing up my life.
i watch what i say (not in this blog, but hey, what're they gonna do? put me away because of what i say? ... wait a minute....) to people. and it seems people don't find me offputting. i actually don't mind talking to strangers now. i just hope that i don't become a mosquito (say mosquito? hahaha! you are so funny! you are such a comedic genius!) and suck everyone's blood.
and yes, before i forget. i forgot to say this in the previous post. there's a reason why the tv forum was not broadcast live.
so i guess that's it. can't wait for tomorrow.
honesty. a very interesting concept. very noble too. unfortunately, in the current context of our great great democracy, honesty itself is a freakin lie.
take the recent tv forum as an example. the MM and a bunch of youngins talking to each other about local politics... i was trying very hard to listen and digest, but all i heard was "blal blah blah i will live forever blah blah" (joke, by the way. no hard feelings, huh? and don't take this seriously).
the one thing that struck me was this: "if i am arrogant, would i be sitting here talking to you?"
i was kinda surprised that the youngins didn't answer. i'll have to answer for them. THE ANSWER IS YES. it don't matter whether or not you're arrogant to talk, man. it's how you talk. i can be quite arrogant, sometimes (yeah, yeah, i admit). i still talk to people, if only to show my self-importance. let me put it this way. if i am arrogant, i will be asking this: "if i am arrogant, would i be sitting here talking to you?"
by the way, this is all my opinion as a young youngin. PLEASE DO NOT SEE THIS AS AN ACT BACKED BY SOME POLITICAL AGENDA. i'm not even old enough to vote, dangit. but if i were, i guess i'd put a smiley face on all the choices. for the fun of it. (see, this blog is not serious. when will you isd people get it?)
now i will digress to what'simportant to people like me... digressing.
i love changing the subject. it throws people off their balance. even if they find me out, i would have bought enough time to rebut. and true to my nature, i will digress again, this time to clarification.
RP people aren't too bright. why.
i do not know. neither do i care. i can't be bothered to delve into this mystery. i just know that they aren't too bright.
not all of them, mind you. some of them are smart. mostly in the mouth. they have very smart mouths. and asses. they make good jokes.
which is why i find it sooooo sad... that these smart asses don't get a good enough audience in RP. they make a good joke, and where's the laughter coming from? the teacher. (they call'em facilitators, by the way) what are their classmates doing? nodding their heads, as if it was all serious. i mean, come on! if you can't get humour, what can you get?
i don't mean to demean (rhyme!) RP people,by the way. i know they have potential. they will have the most experience. and they all have laptops. just where the heck is the laughter?
one final detour. i miss my old life. i miss chatting with other people who get my jokes. i miss caring in the shadows. i miss the sheer joy of being in the presence of someone special, and sharing that blissful silence, soaking in the splendour of life. i miss laughing in a way that makes you feel warm inside for hours.. i miss laughing at and with fat people. and at people with flabby stomachs. i miss getting sad and hurt when people don't get me...
i miss being human. i feel like a robot now...
i miss you.
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nas.ISM(: said...
let's see... what interesting things have i experienced lately?
hmm...
not too sure, actually. come to think of it, my past few days have been rather dull. so i guess there's nothing else to do but... badmouth other people!! yeah!
but first... my disclaimer
all posts are to be taken tongue in cheek. there is no sincerity in this blog. there are no implied or veiled meanings in this blog. there is nothing held against the government on the author's part in this blog. the author actually loves everyone around him. this blog is honest on that part. there is no sarcasm in this disclaimer. i repeat, i am not being sarcastic in this disclaimer. my repeating this should be proof enough that i am NOT being sarcastic in this disclaimer. SERIOUSLY.
well, if you know me, then you'll know that it's all bull. but if you don't.... then what if this is bull and the disclaimer isn't? or maybe i'm trying to make you think that... huh? huh?
anyways, i just wanna say that i love my life. everything seems so relaxed (until tomorrow, when i realise that i have homework to be handed in. right now i'm just living in denial). i also love china people. that's what i like to call them, anyway: china people. they're people from china (obviously, but if you're from RP, i have to explain all the difficult words right? RP idiots...)
china people. i love 'em. they sound so honest. and funny. mostly funny, with their 'beaudeefool' accents. but they actually sound as if what they're saying is from the heart. me being the paranoid bugger that i am, i think that it's all a FREAKIN' LIE.
oh they may seem nice now... but before you can say 'martin yen' they'll chop you up like garlic, smash you flat like this (smashing action with knife blade), and then fry you till you're golden brown. and then they'll scream ALL DONE!
so be careful, i say. it's all an act. they want to take over the country...
just look at hwa chong institution. my friend (a china person double agent) goes to school there, and his class only has two non-china people. and guess what? that school is one of te top in the country. what does this mean? THEY'RE TAKING OVER THE EDUCATION SYSTEM HERE.
what then? what else? they'll all try to gain citizenship. being highly educated and skilled, and with the foreign talent policy as it is, they'll all become citizens!!!
and without a one-child policy here, they'll multiply like rabbits on viagra! they will eventually outnumber us, and suddenly, lee kuan yew's grandson or great grand son (does it matter? the prime minister, for heaven's sake) will make us vote on a referendum. on what? whether or not the country will join the people's republic of china. you want proof, you say? did we shut out the bank of china when they became communist? NO!
they planned for this from the start, i say. i also say that i love china. i love the people. please don't send an agent to wipe me of the face of the earth. please. tongue in cheek, remember? God, i am so freakin' paranoid.
i love my life. peace out.
oh ya. before i forget. don't lose hope. the earth will help us out a bit. cus in Singapore, lightning only strikes china people (inside joke; no need to pull your hair out. yet)
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nas.ISM(: said...
i like friends. i have many of them. mostly real. a few are imaginary. but sometimes, when i get all moody and depressed (i don't really know why i get all moody and deressed but nevermind), i start to think. i know. it's amazing that i can think.
anyways, i think about why i have friends.... and whether or not they are all the same to me. turns out they're not (surprise!). let me see... how do i categorise my friends? and i kept on thinking... the sudden (well,not really sudden; it was kinda slow. i'm kinda slow) realisation that i have few actual friends hit me.
let me explain. you see, i interact with lotsa people everyday (just like everyone else in this freakin world but hey, let me boost my ego a little, huh?) and i don't even remember most of these interactions. so i ask: WHY? WHY, GOD? WHY?
not too sure whether god answered, but i guess i have an answer (thank you, God). it all boils down to the materialistic monster in me. I WANT OTHER PEOPLE'S MONEY.
i lurve money. any people who have money, regardless of how annoying they are (except my ACM) are my best friends. until they run out. then they're just useless pathetic pieces of bull faeces. BUT...
i realise that there is this small number of people who don't really have any money that i interact with. and the amazing thing is that i don't think that they're pieces of bull faeces!!!!!!!!! amazing!
so it seems that i do have a heart. a tiny, little, pathetic, superfluous, all-the-synonyms-of-extra, heart. i kinda like it. yeah. so that's another irrelevant post done. peace out. or in. whatever.
"Do Unto Others... Then Run"
it's about bloody time i got a new post
yay. having wireless broadband is fun. especially if it's not your broadband. NOT THAT I USE OTHER PEOPLE'S BROADBAND WITHOUT THEIR KNOWLEDGE.
it's all hearsay, as they always say...
i advocate using your own broadband. or dial up. just use your own internet, dang it. nevertheless... i HEARD FROM OTHER PEOPLE that hijacking other people's connections is fun. imagine the thrill of using someone else's things... the constant prospect of you potentially disappearing for two years in some prison somehwere... the joy of free internet....
or so i heard. not that i do it myself. i repeat. it's not that i hijack other people's connections. i just listen to what other people say. honest.
anyway, i will now digress to other mundane things i want to tell the world about... like hair.
i found out on sunday that my hair can actually stand! amazing! to think that i have repeatedly wasted half a can of wax at one go on my hair and yielded no results. it seems that london certified hairdressers and barbers can work miracles. someone should declare all hairdressers and barbers certified in london as living saints.
and the dang guy did it with a small shot of mousse. wonderful!!
i must get mousse. i hope i get the right one. wouldn't want to eat my own hair now, would i?
let's see... what other mundane stuff can i talk about without trashing my political ambitions...
i know! the GOVERNMENT!! after all, in my country you can say whatever you want about the government and don't get arrested and held without trial for an indefinite time... find out that no employer wants to hire you... suddenly get a heck of a lot of parking fines... NOOOOoooo.... not in my country. i love my country, by the way. more than half of the people here don't even know how to vote. and people wonder why i have political ambition. come on!!!
it's like the easiest job in the world! just sit around in the office all day, sign this agreement, sign that agreement, sow the seeds of war with neighbouring countries, pretend to be the victim for the time being, and cap it all off with telling the people that we are democratic.
the best part is it can be a family business... can't wait to have children.
i love crapping online. note the word 'crap'. to all you government lackeys out there reading this: i love my country. i will vote for the ruling party. i will work till i die. and intermittently post new entries in my blog which has been neglected for a very long time. i will not ask the prime minister where the money is with a loudhailer near the supreme court or something like that. i will send viruses to opposition party members. i will not seek queen's counsel (not that there's anyhting like that anymore)... yes sir yes sir three bags full. all for my country. not me. peace out.
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There is like a whole LIST of freaky things you forgot to mention.
sniff... that was beautiful...
HAHAH ok. i'm guessing it's azhar. lol chingg. HELL YEAHH.
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