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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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it's good to know you work alone
Friday, April 24, 2009
Sup. Still stuck in wangstatown beating it down on the curriculums of education. I’m a half-baked strawberry shortcake of the labour force. I have a mouthful of formulas. Damn. I hate that mee hoon goreng. Damn you cafeteria. Selling unnecessary things for unnecessary occasions. But you know me, sneaking through your niche market getting it on with the corridors of faux intellect. Strolling through the undercover fashion police hinting only slightly on their Marc by Marc Jacobs bangles. “oohhh I’m not worthy.” 8 flight of stairs? Goddamn 8 flights of stairs every morning cuntnugget. You’d shit bricks before you get to the top. But I got over it, went up and kept rocking. Do I get a high-five? Fuck no. I get a sheet full of nobody’s business. But life has always been about a bag of dicks. This shit is so intense, you can’t handle this intense. This intense will handle you. It will handle your junk, and you won’t play a fool...fool. You got your business? Get that shit outta my face. This is serious business Ivy League? We get that rubbish shoved down our throats for breakfast, lunch and dinner son. It ain’t no mac and cheese. It’s that old dry vanilla muffin that’s just too grainy for its own good. Do not want. You pariahs of mathematical reasoning have no idea what I’m saying mirite? South Australian Matriculation is for real men and women. Saya Akan Mati what? Thats weak sauce dood..Self Abuse Matriculation? Nu uhh...you gotta be as brave as new mothers and fathers..have the strength of widows and sole survivors..have the might of a couple’s first kiss...honesty of a dying man..this is Sup Anal Mate...yeah means you’re about to be assraped. And life is complete. I did write about college after all. The excessive amount of profanity present was included to emphasize on the urgency and magnitude of the topic at hand. =/ |
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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it's good to know you work alone
Friday, April 24, 2009
Sup. Still stuck in wangstatown beating it down on the curriculums of education. I’m a half-baked strawberry shortcake of the labour force. I have a mouthful of formulas. Damn. I hate that mee hoon goreng. Damn you cafeteria. Selling unnecessary things for unnecessary occasions. But you know me, sneaking through your niche market getting it on with the corridors of faux intellect. Strolling through the undercover fashion police hinting only slightly on their Marc by Marc Jacobs bangles. “oohhh I’m not worthy.” 8 flight of stairs? Goddamn 8 flights of stairs every morning cuntnugget. You’d shit bricks before you get to the top. But I got over it, went up and kept rocking. Do I get a high-five? Fuck no. I get a sheet full of nobody’s business. But life has always been about a bag of dicks. This shit is so intense, you can’t handle this intense. This intense will handle you. It will handle your junk, and you won’t play a fool...fool. You got your business? Get that shit outta my face. This is serious business Ivy League? We get that rubbish shoved down our throats for breakfast, lunch and dinner son. It ain’t no mac and cheese. It’s that old dry vanilla muffin that’s just too grainy for its own good. Do not want. You pariahs of mathematical reasoning have no idea what I’m saying mirite? South Australian Matriculation is for real men and women. Saya Akan Mati what? Thats weak sauce dood..Self Abuse Matriculation? Nu uhh...you gotta be as brave as new mothers and fathers..have the strength of widows and sole survivors..have the might of a couple’s first kiss...honesty of a dying man..this is Sup Anal Mate...yeah means you’re about to be assraped. And life is complete. I did write about college after all. The excessive amount of profanity present was included to emphasize on the urgency and magnitude of the topic at hand. =/ |
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