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Life Begins At 40 Oz
...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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Monday, February 16, 2009
here's a new post.about old drafts.that were never finished.Draft #1 Blanket of Ghost (Working Title) because that's the song I'm listening to right now.and theres a part in the lyrics that goes "i feel like the devil rents a room in my brain".I'll leave it at that. oh no here we go again.another one of those pointless misleading post about practically everything but ends up getting nothing out of. you sir, are right. Because life is too important to be taken seriously.oh yes I'm really talking out of a hat now. I really think i should be giving a talk in a sociology class right now, much like Antares. A man much to my respect. will talk about my infatuation with the man another time.with a slew of a bucket load of other stuff i promised you. I've seen alot of people, and I've read alot of faces. i know the troubled faces. I've seen myself with that same troubled face. this post is about face. the face can tell things words sometimes cannot. "this post was supposed to be about facial expressions.i was planning to take pictures of friends making different extremes of emotion by using their faces.only.and ultimately make a black and white collage.much like the picture below..  it failed because i didn't have the dslr anymore.=/ Draft #2 Punch Drunk Love (Working Title) "That night they formed an arc. They formed a cluster of uncharted forms of love and devotion. The deeds people do behind closed doors. The silent secrets to be, they unfold and folds itself back to its place of origin. slips through the cracks and crevasses.The hearts and minds of two beings joined at the hip, dancing for sweet attention.craving for something bigger, something bigger than anything it touches.That day, was it worth it?" have he heard the rolling thunder..... a passage from my soon to be "novel" which will probably never see the light of day.-_-" so is the life of a starving writer.noting sexy about that. i want to do alot of things.Things someone couldn't possibly do in 5 lifetimes.give or take. ____________________________________________________________________ to things unrelated.... test assignments test test.the only was to sum up these past few weeks.i rarely talk about college.i will in the next post.surely. |
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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short stories.
Monday, February 16, 2009
here's a new post.about old drafts.that were never finished.Draft #1 Blanket of Ghost (Working Title) because that's the song I'm listening to right now.and theres a part in the lyrics that goes "i feel like the devil rents a room in my brain".I'll leave it at that. oh no here we go again.another one of those pointless misleading post about practically everything but ends up getting nothing out of. you sir, are right. Because life is too important to be taken seriously.oh yes I'm really talking out of a hat now. I really think i should be giving a talk in a sociology class right now, much like Antares. A man much to my respect. will talk about my infatuation with the man another time.with a slew of a bucket load of other stuff i promised you. I've seen alot of people, and I've read alot of faces. i know the troubled faces. I've seen myself with that same troubled face. this post is about face. the face can tell things words sometimes cannot. "this post was supposed to be about facial expressions.i was planning to take pictures of friends making different extremes of emotion by using their faces.only.and ultimately make a black and white collage.much like the picture below.. it failed because i didn't have the dslr anymore.=/ Draft #2 Punch Drunk Love (Working Title) "That night they formed an arc. They formed a cluster of uncharted forms of love and devotion. The deeds people do behind closed doors. The silent secrets to be, they unfold and folds itself back to its place of origin. slips through the cracks and crevasses.The hearts and minds of two beings joined at the hip, dancing for sweet attention.craving for something bigger, something bigger than anything it touches.That day, was it worth it?" have he heard the rolling thunder..... a passage from my soon to be "novel" which will probably never see the light of day.-_-" so is the life of a starving writer.noting sexy about that. i want to do alot of things.Things someone couldn't possibly do in 5 lifetimes.give or take. ____________________________________________________________________ to things unrelated.... test assignments test test.the only was to sum up these past few weeks.i rarely talk about college.i will in the next post.surely. |
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fluorescent adolescent
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