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...and he is called Chester Ashton John sometimes the serial rapist,sometimes the wounded little puppy.I run this place, so bow down before me... or something. email/msn:This_sudden_injury@yahoo.com want to know me?hit ABOUTFACE below the blog header/title.it just got longer. archives
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Poor man's ice cream
Sunday, June 8, 2008
maybe i didn't see what was in front of me.maybe a brainless chick flick and a small cup of pistachio ice cream can do the trick.maybe not.now its only a bolster.maybe a bottle could bring me happiness.but that happiness could only last for so long.its not even happiness.its a green light to be morally incorrect.maybe i'm not a good enough person.i don't have fancy tricks.but i can do better.but better is a matter of opinion.i have been playing the guitar for years and i have little knowledge about theory.i have little skill.i enjoy my own writing.do i have existential problems?maybe i do.earlier tonight i wish i had another me to talk to then i thought it was a stupid idea.i brush my teeth on my bed.=/ maybe i'm bipolar.maybe thats why i stay up late and think too much and be all mad about it.im brash and reckless.i've seen myself today and i pity myself.could a song do the trick?only 4 minutes of bliss and its over.where do i search for God?in a whole bag of chips?I'd be obese if all my problems could be solved by the comfort of food. i remember more than what really happenend.i could be delusional.i have another posts that i think i shouldn't put up.i do regret more than i admit. this is totally unrelated to the things above.i was blog hopping yesterday.and i stumbled upon a friend's blog.hers was nothing special.but yet it is.simple and sincere.a brutally honest blog about faith,friendship and family.blood is thicker than water yes it is.you said it yourself.it made me feel small.i read her posts and it made me feel her joy.now that's a happy place.simple pleasures.simple pleasures. i remember having a conversation with her one day.i think it was one of those real conversations.=/ i'm not good at explaining things.and she said something like "i can't believe i'm having a conversation like this with Chester!" because well you know i'm not known as a good listener cum emotionally charged adviser type guy.=/ we laughed about it. speaking of faith,I've never made my stand on God.it is something personal that i have no answer to yet.yes I'm a Catholic.but what's in a tag?i wear it yes.but do you believe is a different thing.but i do i do.blah im tripping on glass trying as hard as i can not to stumble on my words and ultimately distort my sentences.don't quote me please.i'm not lost.just slightly confused.don't preach. here's to many good years ahead of you.have a go at it....and i've got lotsa things i have to work out.some on my own.some by itself.you see its not about me.its about the people i know.and their choices.so heres to consequence!=/ For now,in the words of Sir Paul McCartney "let it be".=) Godspeed. |
Here i am.
self.commentary.
existent.
the obvious is that my name is Chester Ashton John.Ashton is promounced Ash-ten.not like ten the number ten but ten as in badminton.simple?You don't get many Chesters in Kuching.at least i don't think so.no I'm pretty sure you don't.
you can spot me in every happening party around the world anytime all the time.superstar models front,side and back.its a tough life but someones gotta do it right?=/
that was during the Victoria's Secret new summer lingerie line-up party in Paris during the past month.
......................................................but who am i to boast about my high roller lifestyle.lets stick to something a little more normal.i am very into the performing arts.and guess what someday hope to see the realization of my very own indie film.including a ticket to Cannes.;) but sadly i will ultimately due to peer pressure and modern working class ethics will become an accountant. but that wouldn't stop me oh no.in tribute to Pink Floyd (one of the greatest progressive rock/psychedelic band of the 70's and 80's) shall name my movie "two suns in a sunset", a not so popular song by them but that name have always stuck on me for some reason unknown.
with that i would also like to state that i am very into music.mostly indie bands noone has heard of.i have this sticker somewhere that says "i listen to bands that don't even exist yet."its an ironic statement about elitist who take pride in listening to indie bands noone knows.i just enjoy the music better.thats all.im very into electronic music as well.i have a musical "side-project" called The Dance Party Corruption.its a mashup of electronica and indie and some snippets of audio from movies.wanna listen?contact me.
i love debates.as much as i hate saying that i do.especially on internet forums.on a certain site for Malaysian students.;) i like response.i like communication.human beings are social animals.no doubt.reading is a hobby that have come and gone for me.lately there has been a drought in my reading timetable.im sorry The Catcher In The Rye and 1984 that i have yet to finish.i will tho.wait for me.
i thrive on satire.i can be all sarcastic and angst.and i can be all calm and polite.i have my rights to be angry at things right?its a personal journal gone public thats what it is.i don't expect anyone to take my satirical and sarcastic views seriously.because i don't.i just write that way so fuck me.its for my own amusement.and most of the time also yours.as i said its public.for all to rip apart.=/
but i can be personal and fragile.because i am human.punch me i bleed.i will always be vague at doing it tho.that's why its personal.then why put it on the blog?because its the only way to get through to you.its your choice to read it.choice.that's what i'm aiming for.hoping one day you will be that one anonymous comment i've been waiting for.
i don't know why i continue writing on this blog.somewhere between ego and pride i think its because i want to show to people that i can write and i can construct complete sentences.maybe i keep writing to get enough hits to have ads up for pocket money.maybe blogging is the new black.maybe i just want to share.everytime i finish a post i feel accomplishment.another step towards world domination.then i shrug it off my shoulders.no matter the reason, its here to stay.indefinably.
so here i am.if you ask me right now about the 4 letter word i would say yes.because i still type in your number everytime i want to pretend I'm talking to someone on the phone whenever i feel awkward in front of other people.someday i hope a voice will come out from the speakers again.because i get in alot of awkward situations.i get uncomfortable all the time.and i key in your number.but the call button untouched.i feel comfort in that.because it has to be your number.i wouldn't feel save if it wasn't.
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Poor man's ice cream
Sunday, June 8, 2008
maybe i didn't see what was in front of me.maybe a brainless chick flick and a small cup of pistachio ice cream can do the trick.maybe not.now its only a bolster.maybe a bottle could bring me happiness.but that happiness could only last for so long.its not even happiness.its a green light to be morally incorrect.maybe i'm not a good enough person.i don't have fancy tricks.but i can do better.but better is a matter of opinion.i have been playing the guitar for years and i have little knowledge about theory.i have little skill.i enjoy my own writing.do i have existential problems?maybe i do.earlier tonight i wish i had another me to talk to then i thought it was a stupid idea.i brush my teeth on my bed.=/ maybe i'm bipolar.maybe thats why i stay up late and think too much and be all mad about it.im brash and reckless.i've seen myself today and i pity myself.could a song do the trick?only 4 minutes of bliss and its over.where do i search for God?in a whole bag of chips?I'd be obese if all my problems could be solved by the comfort of food. i remember more than what really happenend.i could be delusional.i have another posts that i think i shouldn't put up.i do regret more than i admit. this is totally unrelated to the things above.i was blog hopping yesterday.and i stumbled upon a friend's blog.hers was nothing special.but yet it is.simple and sincere.a brutally honest blog about faith,friendship and family.blood is thicker than water yes it is.you said it yourself.it made me feel small.i read her posts and it made me feel her joy.now that's a happy place.simple pleasures.simple pleasures. i remember having a conversation with her one day.i think it was one of those real conversations.=/ i'm not good at explaining things.and she said something like "i can't believe i'm having a conversation like this with Chester!" because well you know i'm not known as a good listener cum emotionally charged adviser type guy.=/ we laughed about it. speaking of faith,I've never made my stand on God.it is something personal that i have no answer to yet.yes I'm a Catholic.but what's in a tag?i wear it yes.but do you believe is a different thing.but i do i do.blah im tripping on glass trying as hard as i can not to stumble on my words and ultimately distort my sentences.don't quote me please.i'm not lost.just slightly confused.don't preach. here's to many good years ahead of you.have a go at it....and i've got lotsa things i have to work out.some on my own.some by itself.you see its not about me.its about the people i know.and their choices.so heres to consequence!=/ For now,in the words of Sir Paul McCartney "let it be".=) Godspeed. |
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fluorescent adolescent
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