Hate To Say I Told You So

Two Suns In A Sunset

2009-06-15T03:43:00.002+08:00

It was 42 degrees even in the shade. It was the height of the last remnant days of school for the year, like summer, when every being below the age of 19 vows to never grow up and live as if for forever. They have said their amens and downed their poison.

It wasn’t because he ran out of words, but rather his lips were getting flaky and dry that he kissed her. No inch of skin left untouched by his undirected clusters of lust. He drank out of her like a man out in the desert. But as irony has it, he was in fact a man out in the desert and the lovely lady about to spread open her legs is that fountain of water only a stone’s throw away that he could never reach with his pathetic crawl and outstretched hand as if grasping for a bosom. What lovely metaphors he said to himself as he compared the lady out of the dark alleys of his mind to a water fountain. Quite fitting indeed as he crawled out of the violent ripples of his bed after 10 minutes worth of love making with this faceless female fatale born entirely out of fiction, pornography and Zara Chamberlain.

Zara Chamberlain, third daughter to Geoffrey Chamberlain of Kelabit and Canadian descent, second highest ranking taxpayer in the neighbourhood. An affinity for everything Pink Floyd and the only identified keeper of the biggest collection of rare vinyl of any kind in close proximity. None bootlegged. His neighbours have a subtle liking for his routine of lulling Procol Harum through the night but none knew the songs, just that this man has a keen ear for fine music. Zara’s auditory sphere on the other hand glorifies the second coming of rock music of the mid 70’s citing Blondie and Joy Division as great influence. She channels her inner Karen O in the comforts of her pseudo bohemian private quarters donning nothing but this vintage biker leather jacket and sea foam green boy shorts all the while never breaking character. Like many of her generation of bards and poets of punk, she does not want to be tied down by the clutches of formal education but paradoxically looks up to tattooed guitar wielding men with merits from the Ivy League. Call her a walking contradiction; call her anything you want because she does not care. She has the air of an elitist singer-songwriter but none found it boastful. She in fact is a contradiction in and of herself. He wants her so bad.

Today, Maurice is having it bad on the stairway as he struggles with his descending steps towards breakfast, Redbull and crackers, a picture of health. The night before, he tanked himself in with antioxidants and cheap cooking wine. They’re not catalysts to get wasted, but for self gratifying spiritual discovery. His words. He has been left alone in the house with both his parents away on separate working trips across the pond. With the current state of the house, he is not impressed with himself. He has gained 5 kilograms in a matter of 3 days and has not been doing the dishes. He has managed his way down and tip toed his way through a landmine district of unfinished kuaci packets and Pringles from all of yesterday’s movie marathons to the kitchen. In unfixed dimensions he sees a shift in the paradigms of the houses’ working mechanics. Violent non -existent knocks on adjacent doors, lifting chairs only when seated on and busybody peering sunflowers from larger than usual flower vases all made for an Alice in Wonderland brand of feeling, or a Michael Gondry film – The Science of Sleep, most likely. She does not know he exists.

Never was easy the path to love’s troughs. Nor is it easy to find a way out of the gutter, especially when the gutter is 4 feet deep which Maurice fell into back in the 4th form. The evening was soft and light on sunshine. It rained earlier in the day leaving big, small, and tiny puddles of mirroring water for street smart narcissists. He would leap on them like an ancient sea monster crushing a great city. He is the end to this primordial soup of a city. He would hark back ever so often to this memory of wet days and wetter school shoes. Blame it on the hormones.

"this is the furthest i've come to finishing a "book"." - chester

fractions

2009-05-29T01:29:00.002+08:00

synecdoche, new york. loved every minute of it.

sad but not depressing, awkwardly comforting.

"The specifics don't matter. The feelings do."

awful metaphors

2009-05-25T22:37:00.005+08:00

My exams are over, rolled over, moreover, and rolled over.

That’s a mini Haiku FYI.

I got my leather jacket. It’s awesome, foresome, lonesome, rum som som. picture after the jump.

That’s a poem.

I write disjointed nonsensical sentences. Call me talented.

But what’s more awesome is I can’t believe how many people actually believed that Megan Fox owned a penis before. Hey look above you, it’s Tranformers 2. You just fell into an advertising scam to hype up the release. Bunch of liars! (In denial and is still looking for evidence Megan is in fact a female by birth)...it’s like that saying “When pigs fly”. But then again my blog is called “Hate to say i told you so.”

You know those things you say that eventually come full circle and bites you in the ass?i reallllyyyy hate it when that happens, because it makes me look like an idiot. Not that it has happened lately I’m merely explaining my blog title. Which i never got to, but never did have to but felt like anyway. i spelt “prove” instead of “proof” in my other post. I would like to say it was intentional but id sound like a math teacher in denial after being pointed out that he wrote the wrong answer and in his defence say “i was just testing you.” Here let me say it, “i was just testing you.”=/

So now for something more sentimental.

I am home.

Back to astro, sleeping in, opening the fridge to packets upon packets of green tea, 3^rd Mile Siang Siang, Saturday mass, my bed, privacy, fresh clean(er) air, Azza burger, Star Cineplex, car rides, St.Joseph, Jadepot, jogging, The Spring, kolo mee, sio bee, teh c peng special, char kueh , Hui Sing, ironed clothes, bahasa Sarawak, less traffic jams, BBQ specialist, Limited Edition, rocking out on my air guitar in the afternoon, coming home early in the morning hating to open that gate, Padungan, pointless emo driving sessions, guitar.

Yours eventually,

Chester

p.s me in my first ever leather jacket

you appeared in my dreams 2 nights in a row. it's been a looong time since. tonight, we'll see about tonight.

Deux

2009-05-15T01:15:00.000+08:00

you've checked in to see what significance i have left for "that" day. a declaration, a mark, a sign, anything.

you left with a "wtf a leather jacket?". =/

i didn't do it didn't i? please don't be dissappointed. i would have loved to but i didn't. you hinted on it before dismissing yourself but i didn't do it. it was purely on my own accord.sure there exists the need to shorten the distance, but i'm not sure about the terbulance getting there.i am not tearing down any walls or fixing any holes by doing it. any other person would see it as a golden opportunity, butttt i think my actions are justifiable. here's a less bitter "have the time of your life." =)

there is a light that never goes out.

it was 11.58 pm my time. would you like me to quote the song Que Sera Sera? heh...

tight

2009-05-13T02:31:00.000+08:00

i need a leather jacket.now.

it'll last me a lifetime and its a classic.just like the little black dress...annnnddd instant rock n roll credibility.

i don't care if we live in a country that spits sunshine out it's ass all year long. its high time to elevate my hipster status. =/ but you know leather can be prettyyy expensive.

le sigh.

anyway,

prove that Malaysian girls can bring the rock.

A cover of "Tick" by Yeah Yeah Yeahs. The singer's a fox. Def channeling her inner Karen O. Sexy.

recorded during open mic night at Cloth & Clef located along Changkat Bukit Bintang.

It is here

2009-05-10T02:52:00.000+08:00

tell me you're as excited as i am.

apa jak lah

2009-05-03T14:45:00.000+08:00

I thought a title in Bahasa Sarawak is only appropriate.

everyone's going back.a BIG sad face period.

3 weeks and i'm home free. bahhh it's not THAT long. all i have to do is work my ass off for my first term finals and before i know it it's already the 23rd.=/

you like ABBA?yeah i like them too.

the funny thing is i heard this cover of their song " The Winner Takes It All" by At Vance all while i was sprawled all over the backseat of Dean's car half asleep.i recall it was blistering hot. i fell in love inevitably.=) good times.=)

excuse the unicorns. it gives that dreamy effect tho.=/

i don't think i ever want to grow up. MJ you ruined Peter Pan for me.BOO..i still rock out to Billy Jean tho don't get me wrong and Thriller is an old time fav. I'm thinking of a Disney movie marathon..Enchanted may or may not be included and you can forget about Lion King 2.5 or Pocahontas 2 because she just went from island girl to straight out Bitch lol.who's up for it?

Inertia

2009-04-27T03:03:00.000+08:00

"Here, here and here. He pointed to his heart, mind and ears."

These words, they make me all funny inside. Have you heard it yet?

it's good to know you work alone

2009-04-24T04:08:00.000+08:00

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. =/

(comeback of) the interlude to a bigger post

2009-04-22T15:03:00.000+08:00

yes.

i do believe i have a thing for movies with Michael Cera. =/

reset

2009-04-17T16:33:00.000+08:00

remember the post about my house a long while ago? i've got some outtakes i'd like to show =)

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ahahahah...hahah..ahha..ha...ah....yeah

i feel like Christmas.is it too early?=/

George Bailey: What is it you want, Mary? What do you want? You want the moon? Just say the word and I'll throw a lasso around it and pull it down. Hey. That's a pretty good idea. I'll give you the moon, Mary.

Mary: I'll take it. Then what?

George Bailey: Well, then you can swallow it, and it'll all dissolve, see... and the moonbeams would shoot out of your fingers and your toes and the ends of your hair... am I talking too much?

hahaha i love It's A Wonderful Life

First Impressions

2009-04-12T23:04:00.000+08:00

So here's how i look like of present. I've fiddled with many excuses to put up a picture of me but I've had enough so fuck it.

yes i feel like i should explain the red boots.firstly, they're not boots.they're high-tops.Yes I'm on my way to have the Jesus haircut (not in time for easter tho=/)
look what i did there?i was flipping a book...actually i had no idea what i was doing at the time. Must be experimenting with quantum physics.-_-"

...um yeah for my time machine. To transport me to that very day i bled and moaned like a baby after scrapping my left leg in the longkang on the way down the hill.happy times.=)
you know that Carpenters song that goes something like why do birds suddenly appear ta da da da da...yeah that one..its really romantic but i can't relate to it. The moment she sang about angels it seemed too far-fetched for me.=/ i'm more of a "something" by The Beatles kinda guy..somewhere in her smile she knows, i don't need no other lover.na na na..yeah more of that kind of guy.

or like a certain "boy who blocked his own shot" going you are the smell before rain, you are the blood in my veins...or go lyric-less with Explosions in the sky's "Your Hand In Mine(Goodbye)". that dreamy guitar gets me everytime.

even diamonds start out as coal...Brandon Boyd said it right in 'Diamonds and Coal'. Some never became diamonds.=)
"Maybe i'm too young, to keep good love from going wrong..but tonight you're on my mind" Jeff Buckey you ate the words right out my mouth.hahah
oh but lets not deal with the doom and gloom of my ever emo karatness. look what i've found at the darkest edges of the interwebzz.HERE.
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there was a question left for me a long time ago.maybe its more of a rhetorical question.
i won't answer it yet.we wait.

p.s the picture was stolen form Tiffany's blog oops

First Light, last light

2009-04-11T16:08:00.000+08:00

After 2000 years of civilisation, we still have not learned to love.

Happy (Early) Easter. =)

Good Friday

2009-04-11T03:12:00.001+08:00

A young man died 2 nights ago. He fell.

On the day I found out, something stirred and I pressed my soft bones. One day we will leave our mortal coils. We are fragile. We are not towers of invincible and incorruptible strength.

I thought of his family and all the possible reactions when they got the phone call. I thought of his friend who saw it and how traumatic it was and still is for him. I thought of his classmates, looking at that one empty seat and knowing the answer why. I thought of myself, how lucky I am to be alive.

Death comes uninviting but inevitable. Don’t bother making preparations, we’re never ready.

I knew you only briefly. To you, rest in peace.

i caught you, i brought you here

2009-04-07T02:14:00.001+08:00

Here comes the story of a starving writer.
He has left the exterior world through sheets of blanket.
Appeared again to check on the time.
He has now left.
He lives in between real time and melancholy. Both paralleled due to twisted logic. He sees more than he touches. Remembered more than what actually happened. He wastes time to use up the time most people waste. The night.
But I wouldn’t say he romantises a lot. That would hurt his ego.
It started with the night. It ended with the night. Started again in the morning but wished it stayed night forever. ‘It’ referred to here is a whole conceptualised unrealised acts of adulterated adolescence. Tell it to them. Your story is only yours to tell.
There are no voices in his head, only self assured retellings of presumed fortune. He says it would be too cliché to have voices. The only real voice is unheard. That tool of a mouth only spits out blasphemy after blasphemy of philosophical jargon bullshit much like the ramblings of your favourite post-modern renaissance man. He is nonsense. “I would much prefer that direct self quoting written word thing we do. Yes, written word.” He would say with his chin pressing into his breasts while still maintaining eye contact.

Once again I wouldn’t say he’s much of a hypocrite. That would hurt his ego.
So much for the life of a starving writer.

Funny how I tend to write something around a single sentence...the one about wasting time...=/
Because I feel like I’m wasting time sitting around in this apartment making not much as a noise while staring at the not so excited fan losing its speed.gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Tell me la tell me how am i supposed to finish a research draft, study for a test and get ready for a presentation in a night?? Eff you Taylors.

18 and dreaming

2009-03-22T18:06:00.000+08:00

My mind is at the beach. Far from the daily habitual customs that ties me down day in and day out. I dream of the sun, far from the fluorescent lights above the library cubicle. The open grassy field, far from the clutches of formal education. We adhere to no sets of standards where we’re going. There we suspend our separated lives, suspend the belief of commonality of the working class, hold on to childhood reverie and relive misplaced nostalgia. I have once said that we’ll meet at far-off places, here we are in a land unknown to us, we are ready and willing. Here’s to wishful thinking.

High school ended two years ago, those were the fast times.

When everyone’s getting worked up on family building aspirations, I stay unchanged. The erosion of my youth hasn’t taken its effects. Maybe realization never came, do you remember being forever young?

We stop playing not because we grow up; we grow up because we stop playing.

Do you look back and admit or do resort to revisionist history?

short stories.

2009-02-16T16:21:00.000+08:00

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.

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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.

what boy is this..

2009-02-15T23:42:00.000+08:00

somehow i wonder if i took a wrong turn on the way here..=/

bang.now it lies dead on the floor.

i had an unmistakably ghey valentines.we even ruined the mood for a couple at the playground.my apologies.but of course you have already written us out as idiots already.=/

race horses are bred, not born.we're all on the ego-defensive.i'm putting it down.

update

2009-02-15T04:34:00.001+08:00

MGMT - Time To Pretend from Nekkonezumi on Vimeo.

MGMT - Time To Pretend

music from one of the best album of 2008.

so i have this blog right....

2009-02-02T01:25:00.000+08:00

yes you guessed it.a comeback post.for the 24135443656534th time.

i show you my gigantic forehead!!hahahah...(it's not that big)

here i sit in my apartment waiting for my clothes to get done washing...*hopethecoloursdon'tmixhopethecoloursdon'tmix* i had a very bad experience.I NEVER KNEW YOU WEREN"T SUPPOSED TO WASH TIE DYE SHIRTS WITH ORDINARY NORMAL MAN CLOTHES.dammitdammit.

i've been here for a month now.not too bad.maybe i did regret a little not coming back for CNY.maybe i didn't.i was alone in the apartment during the festivities.no not sad.privacy was once again conserved for a week.i sang aloud in my boxers eating pocky sticks and noone would care.

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hey you know what, i do appreciate Kuching a little bit more now.Kuching food is still boss.but i do live with 3 other Sarawakians in my apartment.tho my roommate is a Chinaman.we rarely talk...tough love i tell you.but he does switch off the lights when i assume the sleeping position.that's rather sweet.....in a silent kind of way.
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i've ran out of things to say.
here's a picture of a bunch of us in class.

from left - right :ju ping,adam,wei shen,tiffany,hoe yen,me

note we were wearing hats from burger king.(leans to you closer)apparently the outlet we went to got robbed just an hour before...

well i'm dry...let's see how long i can keep this up.=/

bash (look it up)

2008-11-28T17:18:00.000+08:00

"you're like my personal heroin."

the most cringe worthy line of all time.surpassing "i'm the king of the world!" from Titanic.fo sho

now every Twilight fan-girl will def recognize this line and live by every word and...... probably cursing me all the way to hell right now.(like i'm not on my way there already =/)

the movie screams cheese.the cheese factor is overwhelming.i personally have never read the book but wherever the script came from, the guy who wrote it must not have his luck with one-liners.

"Twilight reminds me of an extended episode of Goosebumps" - Me

what i'm trying to say is the movie blows.Dracula wouldn't approve of it.where are the capes?the coffins?the always campy ability to turn into a bat?pre-transformation smoke included.

Paramore made the worst song of their career for this movie.what happened to droopy organ music??vampires dig that shit.

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oh right, a chick wrote the books...

yeah books.a sequel is afoot.goddammit.
you know what...since that vampire dood lives forever..i bet he did the same thing to every single girl he has dated.that is sick.

if it wasn't for the hype, i'd pass this off as bad B-movie.
"the only thing that would break them apart, is a stake to the heart."

cheesy.sounds like an appropriate tagline.

an insult to vampires.and to good literature i'm sure.we all know the vampire dood ends up screwing the chick and end his 100 year old virginity.that actually happened in the last book no joke.the baby breaks her pelvis,spine and ribs on the way out.oh yeah she becomes a vampire in the end.

Barack To The Future

2008-11-05T18:27:00.000+08:00

CONGRATULATIONS BARACK OBAMA.

believe the Obama hype.here's to the new administration.

comeback kid

2008-10-22T22:03:00.000+08:00

back.

nuff said.

i've said it multiple times.hiatus.back.hiatus.back.

i'll stick with back for now.no coming of age stories to tell.because i don't want to bother.no high school drama hearsay.because your side is better anyways.

does your husband know?

to the emotionally retarded.

issit?

2008-09-21T20:03:00.000+08:00

just plain uninspired to update.liddat la.=/ maybe soon.dunno c la.not dead.sorry to disappoint.i miss my doods chillin in kl.come back to the hood yawww.=(

6

2008-09-11T13:21:00.000+08:00

and i thought i was hiking up to the predictable.then there it was.we go down from here.way down.

i thought from here on end, twas all smooth sailing.just yesterday i grasp the significance of the number six.

we never know enough till we come to it.seeing this as a new surrender, our flags are up.we lose.for now.still we still see the significance of six.
i know you've seen this all too familiar.it was immediate. if circumstance and consequence leads us anywhere near that fateful venue, you bet I'd be there.we will always live under the fear that time will catch up to us one day.striking that difference.what could have been, never could have been.
maybe we've made that mistake from the start.like the first button buttoned wrong, we won't notice till the last one and we have to unbutton and rebutton back to the top.i would like to say we didn't make that mistake.

with your back facing me, notes back and forth,stolen glances and borrowed pens, until there's nothing left,let the world consider us.

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2008-08-26T23:23:00.000+08:00

i am just filling space.I AM JUST FILLING SPACE.space.space.space.space.space.space.space.space.space.space.space.space.space.space.space.space.space.space.space.space.space.space.
space.space.space.space.space.space.space.space.space.space.space.space.space.space.space.space.space.space.space.space.space.space.space.space.space.space.space.space.space.space.space.space.space.space.space.

with distance comes space.with a space between distances.distance leaves the in between with space.and more space.

we've filling in the space.with different things we found along the way.larger space.even larger space.space.space.space.

5 years recollection lacked.we got called names.

then there's real distance.
the thing is, i don't know what to do with you.

chester and interiors

2008-08-19T19:16:00.000+08:00

i dedicate this post to my house.

how you have enclosed my everyday behaviour, how you dumbed down my childish tantrums, how you kept silent when i told you every deep and meaningless secret (also when i sing in the bathroom), how I've come to bore you with awkward guitar chords and pseudo falsetto arrogance, how you've seen my naked body =/, how we've lived together for more than 10 years.

dear house, you know me best.

i can say that with confidence.because its true.amazing because it is.just because.

i don't feel attached to you.quite the opposite.but one day, in far-off places, maybe.

and this is my humble home.static.

Dust.The inevitable trait of houses.

....and the Colgate is greatly outnumbered you can see as it is cornered to the edge of the cup.

my mom would mop.much to the ideals of middle-class suburban homes.

i remember once, when i was little my mum was away on a work trip and she called home.she cried because she misses her family.sorry mummy i was too young to understand.i would have cried too.

it came from Holland in a bag.it is now stuck to my fridge.before this i would go to other people's houses and see many of these magnet souvenirs or decorations on their fridge(s).My family caught on too it seems.

i dropped many sweet wrappers into this decorational vase.tho i never remember the kind of sweets.

the stairs i came to fear.because you have high walls and you are always the darkest part of the house.i often skip the last step.something that has grown into a habit early on.i do miss and trip.and i will do it again.and again.

and each with a different purpose.to aid, to learn and to play.you know the saying about wearing different shoes as a metophor for different personalities.well here's the saying realised literally.

like a globe, with different continent arrangements.

the pile of worksheets and work shit i've been given through out my secondary school years.and browse through, you will discover that they are mostly left undone and unchecked.but they do have their own distinct characteristics.one might have coffee stains.one might not even be mine.

the rest of the house/my room.a vision of division.bedroom, you and i have a restless love/hate relationship we should settle out.i abuse you for just barging in and sleep,you annoy me when that sleep doesn't come.

your strings they tire and rust.i cannot play you anymore.you now only last four times as long.i am afraid i cannot restore you to your former glory.remember that Talenteen? i sang like a squealing horse but you kept close.remember that prom?i sang too soft but you came through like i knew you would.

this post is brought to you by this plug.hi there.whenever there's a blackout, we would sit together in the living room.we would really talk.

you still look funny with glasses on tho i'd never admit.i cannot imagine the both of you sitting side by side wearing glasses talking about cheap bargains in the supermarket whist donning the words 70 years old on your sleeves.proudly waving the wrinkles constantly shapeshifting as they place themselves comfortably according to the movement of your faces as you find out your youngest son is going to marry.

you are not a castle, not a palace,not a magnificent mansion, you don't own the fanciest driveway, you crack and you creak, you've begin to groan through your days, you are my home.humble and unconcerned.

home is where the heart is.home is also where the heartache is.

Skipped The Light Fandango

2008-08-13T22:44:00.000+08:00

arguably the best song ever composed by Procol Harum or any other musical group/entity/individual ever in the official history of music.it paved the way for Progressive music and pop music in general.

Procol harum - A Whiter Shade Of Pale

ask your dad if he knows the song.my dad sure did.he sang it out really out when played it for the first time.=/

Kuchingnitism part 1

2008-08-10T19:37:00.000+08:00

jeng jeng jeng.....i am here to talk about Malaysianism or Kuchingnism or both gahhh.my facts are as reliable as your grandmother with Alzheimer's disease. this will be a rather long one so grab a bag (of anything...we're aiming for creativity here) and read on.

Australia

Now Kuchingnites have a peculiar little obsession with the country its unhealthy. Particularly Perth for some apparent reason i have yet to uncover. They have like a little underground community down there.Many would get their PR status approved and move to Australia to settle down.is it the accent?the kangaroo meat?now i will inevitably study there in a couple of years to come but i will certainly not stop there.understandably, its the cheapest choice for us Malaysians or Kuchingnites to immerse and dwell together with blonde haired,blue eyed 6feet tall "ang mo"'s compared to say the US or UK.i'm going off in a tangent here but we also love our Bali.(fyi, one way flights to Bali via Air Asia from Kuching will stop by the 26th of August.i think.don't quote me.)

Blogs

yes blogging.it has spread like a bloody epidemic for the past 2 years or so now.(me included) no Kuchingnite is cool if they don't own a blog.no way hozey.lol. You get extra points if you talk about our local politics once in a while.that way, people will think you're tech savvy AND concerned about the declining state of the country.hoorah!(it helps if you support opposition) now you don't need good english to succeed in blogging, you just have to look good,born with a camera embedded to your arm and perhaps a dictionary.im not going to comment on where my blog stands.=/ and oh don't get me started on the never ending drama clouding the oh so cool "blogsphere".im looking at you Dawn Yang and Xiaxue.

Fusion Zen Inspired Chillout spots/Restaurants

Now just walk along the Padungan,Travillion or 3rd Exchange area and you'll get what i mean.Tao (RIP now called The Grill), Bing!, BlaBlaBla, The Junk, Exza, Frappe and the list goes on and on.not to mention Atmosfera located opposite The Spring shopping mall and Jase Tea House near Choice Premier.

A picture of Tao.it is literally littered with images of Buddha.trying too hard to create that Zen feeling.oh but i love their Lasagna.=) too bad it closed down and changed to The Grill.i heard the owners are the same people tho.=/

Bing! it functions quite similarly to Tao.without the excess Buddhaness.lately they have been organizing Open Mic nights here on every other Friday.i plan on performing during one of these nights.and you bet I'm going to blog about it.

...and this is Frappe.so all these cafes,restaurants whatnot all have very similar themes and structural design.simple but contemporary furniture,pseudo fusion east meets west cuisine,grade A Starbucks ripoff coffee beverages bla bla bla (pun not intented)

Ah Beng Chias

or ABC as some could call it are well translated in English as Ah Beng cars/rides whichever your fancy.the most favourite choice of mobility for Ah Bengs would certainly be the Perodua Kenari.

why Ah Beng?why do you subject yourself to such basphemy??

Now that you are able to identify an Ah Beng mobile, the next step is to never get into an accident with one.because if you do, it will unfold like an arithmetic progression ok.the ah beng will call his geng, then his geng call his other geng ok then call another geng sumore.bombarding you will shouts of broken english most probably.oh and they have parangs to boot.a dangerous combination.=/

stay tuned for part 2.

08/08/08

2008-08-07T13:47:00.000+08:00

it's the 8th of the 8th month 2008.the whole of Kuching is getting married.

the Olympics opening was the shiz.the scroll thing?awesome.London better come us with something better.you heard that smelly Englishmen?Aww i love you guys....

ok it's music recommendation time again.

Biffy Clyro.they're Scottish.you know how i love the Scots..maybe not but i do.=/

here's their latest single entitled "Mountains".out 25th August.

this is "Folding Stars", one of the singles from their last album "Puzzle".reminds me alot of 90's alternative music.not that its a bad thing.tho i enjoy their new direction with "mountains" more.

mon the biffy!

i'm a big fan of big triumphant guitar solos and leads but sometimes i enjoy simple chord progressions and an honest melody. Dragonforce.

...and now for the second time.

2008-08-05T13:57:00.000+08:00

The glorious class festival has graced us once again for the second time running.We have successfully organised this mammoth of an event from its grave when we buried it a month ago in its quiet grave in the back of our minds.

our founding mother aka class mascot Joanne Pei was very pleased with the proceedings.

Our MUET teacher actually asked us to hand in a report on the festival.here's an excerpt from my report.

" like vultures they circled the table of food fighting for that one last piece of Pepperoni pizza or Pink Panther doughnut.Eyes interlocked and a show of hideous barbaric physical violence ensued fighting for that ever fleeting taste of heaven.But some were full and took a vow to never eat ever again during their mortal escapade on earth in fear that their guts will start to spew out followed swiftly by gushing blood......"

i got a B5.which is very good.the higher the number of the B the better it is.and teacher left a remark on my paper saying "leave out opinions."=/

ok back to the actual event.....

oh yea did i mention the theme for this month was "Italiano cum Doughnut Festival".penned down by the individual below.

very pleased indeed.QinQin trying to steal the box of doughnuts.she did try her best.=/

Ben's potato thingy.

you can never go wrong with pizza.the ultimate party food.

om nom nom nom nom.....nom nom....nom nommmmmmmmmm.

and there were 19.

there was ALOT of food.you could have brought your favourite starving African to this joint once a month.always on a Friday now.

Alice Lee,Geraldine (who is always hungry and changes eye colour every other day.looks great on you btw),Alice Jane
It's not everyday you get sandwiched by two Alices.that has to be some kind of good luck charm.it has to be.

no you're not seeing double.they're twins.you could say she has a doppelganger.
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random person #1,random person #2,random person #3,random person #4,Chester,random person #5,random person #6.

so before we actually dug into the food, we had a short prayer.so again i will refer to my English report.

"Before everyone had the chance to get their dirty hands on the prized food items,everyone formed a circle and said a little thanksgiving prayer to honour the Gods of fine dining led by Madame Josephine.It was a wonderful sight to behold as people from different creeds,class and colour joined hands to form an endless ring, an embodiment of insaperability."

yes from how i see it,that was the way things went down.but the class mascot had an unconventional to down her food substances.

you know how everyone has "that" trick that they know so well.well here's Joannes.

doughnuts.i only eat the glazed ones.original is the way to go.i must admit i do not have a sweet tooth.=/ sweet is good, but not too sweet.that's just tacky.har-har.

great pose Mascot.one for the album!

later in the day our MUET teacher Madame Lye showed us a movie entitled "Innocence".oh how you have mislead me!!

they were practically naked 8 - 14 year old girls in the movie!!and at the time i was the only guy in class surrounded by 6-7 girls???talk about awkward!!!

here are some screens from the movie.

that topless little child is a girl.=/ the best movie for your dose of pedophilia.for the most part of the movie, we see these little girls running around in their skimpy skirts and swimming in the lake topless with only their lower undergarments on.

but this is of course an artsy independent film most likely widely praised by the critics in Cannes.make no mistake the cinematography is one of the best i've seen.its a good movie....its confusing, melancholic, surreal, odd...just the way i like it.but word of advice....never ever watch it with a room full of girls.i did.wait its not that bad.=/

Literally "Hate To Say I Told You So"

2008-08-02T15:32:00.000+08:00

ok so before i post up the post about the class festival...i just have to do this first.

the review of The Dark Fuckng Knight.

movie of the year, movie of the year, movie of the year, movie of the year I'd go gay for Christian Bale.

reasons why it deserves movie of the year are as follows..

1. Bruce Wayne advertised my blog by saying "Hate To Say I Told You So".it was a BIG part of the movie ok.like that line you say early on in the movie then you say it again towards the end cause its kinda true.=/

2. The Joker is the shiznit.way better than Jack Nicholson's adaptation of the character.more than deserving of an Oscar nomination.oh Heath Ledger who's going to replace you in the 3rd movie????come back to life please?do that magic trick with the knife again!!!!

3. Batman is badass.Badman is badass.here's proof.(taken from the comic book)

Truth: He's the goddamn Batman.

why so serious?

maybe the most said line of the year.thank you joker for spawning jokerised pictures of people on the inter-web.

the infamous miley "serious"...

even lolcats are jumping on the badwagon.

so you see everyone's obsession with The Dark Knight certainly didn't end on a low note.it lived up to expectations definitely.

go watch it.if you have, watch it again.and again.and again.

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ok yesterday was the opening of the Kuching Festival 2008.i was there yeah.and i have only one picture.so sad, so sad.but maklumlah....

the Green Road marching band.honestly, they look like cowboys from space.=/

yesterday night was also the night for acoustic performances in Bing!.i was there too.no pictures sadly.i was supposed to perform!!!i had two songs in mind....but i chickened out the night before..=((((( i was in time to catch an acoustic set by a group of 3 led by a female.she had an awesome awesome voice.dammit why don't i have pictures.malulah because everyone else had SLR.=/=/

yalah that was yesterday.

Forever Young

2008-07-29T22:30:00.000+08:00

here's a picture from the last post...

in the immortal words of Joanne Pei....JENG JENG JENG!

last Sunday Valerie Song celebrated her 18th birthday.she was a princess that night ok got tiara sumore wtf(tiara can be found at the toy shop in Sarawak Plaza next to Greeks for RM7.90)

we had a simple dinner at Secret Garden (which isn't much of a secret) =/.

half of the class came...me,Benjamin,Marianne,Joanne,Choulyew,Apryl,Sherilyn,Philumena and two other girls.sorry ya forgot your names.

damn princess ok.heart shape diamond ok......
ah Song so happy.she looks like a cat.=/

om nom nom nom...everyone had lamb chop because apparently all other kinds of western food were not available that night.sucks for us.

that girl on the most left...i forgot her name.here have an apology.=)

no pictures of the class mascot that night because she felt fat.-_-"

and something unfortunate happened that night.....someone got too excited and had cake all over her pants.=/

to avoid shame she shall not be named..Choulyew.

deep in thought....thinking of what flavour of ice-cream i should order.damn you oreo flavour....gets me everytime.damn you.

so much pictures on the blog lately.....i think it needs more of my cock talk.more of that pseudo-intellectual modern literature.more of that old school heart on your sleeve writing.maybe not.

can you say.....
THE SECOND ANNUAL CLASS FESTIVAL??

on the blog....stay tuned..it just got better.=/

Interlude To A Bigger Post pt.3

2008-07-28T20:59:00.000+08:00

i'm taking time off from waiting for divine intervention to talk to you about love.oh yes.oh yes.

actually not really.i don't have the balls to write about the big and overused four letter word.i'd rather you experience it for yourself.no , I'm not in love.nor am i going to waste these words on a girl.no.

because whenever for whatever reason you were to step in my shoes for a day, you'll see I'm in confusion.a tangible mess of responses.but in no way am i in shambles.oh brothers and sisters no...

i will not pretend that i am more knowledgeable than you or give you this impression that i have this unshaken and unmistakable superiority complex.but for a moment, please do hear me out.because here i am again to talk about my pointless philosophy. relativity as its centre.excuse my use of english as i want to pretend i am "that" interlectual.ah a small attempt at humour while being contradictory at it.not.

i really do think like this in my head.again i say it is certainly a tangible mess...my brain is like a pregnant woman with a baby who is also pregnant with a baby who is also pregnant baby and ultimately explodes.with guts and blood spewing out.the imagery is unorthodox but that's the first thing that came into my mind.

in other words, i have so many things going through this train of thought and nothing really gets thought out.made a product.i am like that.i never finish what i start.an exaggeration of course.but there are alot of things i wish i could have finished.and that field of "things" is very wide.maybe i do regret more than i admit.and i give The Man the same excuse everytime."I'm only a man" i said to Him a million and one times.over and over.i hate that excuse.it's like a plothole.there's a 100% guarenteed escape route.its like confession.confession.

no i'm not talking about religion.we've got far to many preachers for that already.what i'm trying to do with you dear reader right now is to bring you around in circles.because a circle doesn't allow progress, but a straight line does.

i just wasted about 4 minutes of your life.i am not sorry.hate me hate me now before you lose that chance.

Overdue

2008-07-27T20:32:00.000+08:00

sooo this post is long long long overdue.....i just got pictures..because in NS i learned that "otak manusia sukakan gambar berbanding perkataan sahaja." or some crap like that.

so this is a diluted version of the update i thought it would be...since Rainfest was ages ago here's a short recap just so you know..

look at those eyebags!!!holyfuck....was washing my face in the room ok because it's not everyday that you get to wash your face in a hotel room.yeah something like that.i read that in a book long time ago.=/

i lost my watch i'm using in the picture btw.wasn't during Rainfest tho but during school on Friday.i left it in the counselors office...not that i'm a troubled kid or anything i was there to take the class nametags i swear!!

benjamin,me and marianne.oh bryan behind ben.

MUDFEST to some it up really.haiya this is so redundant since everyone has said it before me i feel so left out.=(

liddat la liddat la.the music was excellent.especially the Japanese percussionist guy.yeah forgot his name.and that other band...kinda like Funkadelic.

pictures of the mudpit.you know what i don't want lah...so no semangat d.har.har.ah what the heck here there are...

not so obvious lah.i even saw this girl who took her skirt off cause it was really dirty and she was down to her panties.=/

the finale on Sunday night.

it was that muddy.its a landmine i tell you.one moment you're happily struggling thru the mud and the next you foot gets cut by a beer tin.

nah here you go people in Adelaide,Penang and Kuala Lumpur!=/

neway i bluff you people right on the last post i said i was gonna update on that night.so sorry.it was intentional.i like to get poeple's hopes up and then tear it down.a hobby of mine actually.

ok ok so here's a preview of what's coming up on the blog...

ohmegosh what could this be???
stay tuned......

and right now i really do feel like leaving Kuching....its high time i leave.but i will have to wait another 5 months.sometimes i wonder if i made the right choice to stay and buy myself a little more time...

reconstruct your life a friend told me just now over msn.i already have.but for me it's only the beginning.(that means right now i have no idea what i'm doing in Biology class while everyone else at least has a slight clue at what they want to be.=/)

turn off the lights i'm watching back to the future

2008-07-25T14:25:00.000+08:00

oh HAI.

i know...it has been a while..no pictures to update with yet..*coughbencough* har-har...

so so yeah i've got 3 big updates.PLUS THE RETURN OF THE CLASS FESTIVAL!!!!!!!

brought to you by class mascot and company.

(cues awesome orchestral music)

WILL MAKE A PROPER UPDATE BY TONIGHT KAY.dun bluff wan.

for now i will ramble on about nothing in particular.=/

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here's some FAILS for you.because ah i love them so much much.

this picture is pure win.

oh ok so here's this week's music rec.

tilly and the wall - sing songs along

something for the hipsters.=/

ok im uninspired...waiting on my thunder.it'll come.

Absence

2008-07-14T14:19:00.000+08:00

Back from RWMF.really was a RAINfest.har-har.will post a review about it soon, just awaiting pictures from various people.they're scattered everywhere.

well now you know i'm still alive.

so i've not been reading the papers lately.Najib taking over in 2010!?i've been away for only two days and shit like this happens.=/

lots of stuff to catch up with.Biology presentation not done!

Festival

2008-07-11T22:32:00.000+08:00

Katy Perry - Thinking of You

my guilty pleasure.my jam at the moment.

have a go at it.=/

(maybe i'll do a music rec every week.if i'm not too lazy that is)

Saturday.RWMF.
see you there.

Look Alive

2008-07-09T19:29:00.000+08:00

on Friday my class had a Cake Festival.hey oh bet you would have killed to be there!=/ it was awesome.it was Joanne's(class mascot) idea for each of us to bring our own cakes to share with the class.and us boys even bought drinks for everyone in class.how gentlemanish of us.

so pictures.because "pictures or it never happened".a common unwritten rule here in the inter-web.
cakes.some even took the time to bake the cakes.

moar cakes.moarrr

we even had a couple eating ceremony...or in my case a threesome.=/

oh look how semangated we look.Malaysia boleh!=////

here we see the ever so rare Male species of L6C.excluding an apparent appearance of a female species or more commonly known as Mariannotera Mammalus.

all respect to the late Steve Irwin.Cheers to you wherever you are mate!!

QinQin in a Colgate commercial.i spent so much time trying to figure out how to put sparkles on her teeth.failed.=/

class mascot.

later that day we had Chemistry where we once again had to make structures out of plasticine and straws...oh how EXCITING.we made more random shit out of plasticine.

this snowman later was dressed with a scarf(which honestly looked like an oversized worm) and buttons.

tell me we need a new hobby.=/

happy.a new way to be happy.thank you the man with the strangest sense of humour.

more festivals to come hopefully.*crosses fingers for pizza festival*

i am very sure that i'll be very heavyhearted to leave Form 6 early next year.penis.

edit: a class photo.19 strong,brave men and women.

Interlude to a bigger post part 2

2008-07-06T18:53:00.000+08:00

sometimes i wonder why we even bother to try to clear our names of all the "bad things" people think and heard and hypothesized we've done.you can't convince someone who's mind is made up.it's hard to move you.i say.

you choose the people you trust.that's it.nothing spoken without their consent are true.because it gives you comfort of your circle's "holier than thou" attitude.but you don't see the endless contradictions you leave behind.

maybe you'd rather opt for revisionist history.alter and blow things out of proportion just to justify your own story.maybe we all do it to a certain extent.

i don't run smear campaigns.or call people hopeless.because noone is.

but i will stay quiet.choose your truth.

this is about you.this is about me.why don't you put one and one together.

Potions For Foxes

2008-07-02T21:49:00.000+08:00

so the other we were supposed to make unit cells of crystals according to the basic crystalline system.some Chemistry thing you wouldn't know jack about.we were given straws and plasticine to make cubes,hexagons and all those wonderful happy shapes because thats how a unit cell of a crystal looks like.and of course boredom sparked genius and we made sculptures out of plasticine.

the one in the middle with the grey head and green body is mine.i wuold like to think that its a seal with a fugly cats face.the green cat on the most right is Safazuaans cat.the rest belongs to Alice.the snail and the other thing i have no idea what.i think its a fish.i think.

thats all i wanted to say.=/

so here i am hand full of plasticine while your hands in his.such is the world.where the words "i'm happy for you" really means "glad to have you off our backs".le sigh.God has the strangest sense of humour.=/

maybe i'm bad news.

One For The Road

2008-07-01T21:36:00.000+08:00

so i've been delaying things to post since i don't have pictures.so be prepared for a a long and winded cram session.longest post period.

let me do this in chronological order.

last Wednesday on the 25th of June, Mr. Jason Chang (Supreme High Chancellor, Ph.D(Sociolinguistics - Hokkien)(Petaling Street University), M.A. in Teaching Hokkien as a Second Language (University of Padungan), B.A. (Language Studies - Hokkien)Hons(Civic Centre College), of the Kuching Kong Hokkien Uoa Kong Huey (Kuching Speak Hokkien Language Association)) held a Farewell dinner at his house.he was to depart to Penang on Friday.Jason i enjoy your mom's Potato salad.heh-heh.

here are pictures from said event.

the man himself.

the potato salad.heh

in order of importance : Chester John, Chester John, Ches...oops sorry
from l-r : Julian Micky, Chester, Theodore (facing his back), Bryan

attendees.such a happy family.

Jason, do the wawaweewas good in Penang!

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(will post about Andre's bday dinner after getting pictures for now i'll skip to Saturday)

Saturday.

here is class 5A of 2007.good times good times.can you spot me?(hint : they're hanging) winner gets a mug that says "I Spotted Chester And All I Get Is This lousy Mug".

yeah.i told you i was serious.

so we had a reunion dinner at Exza Food Depot.i made a terrible mistake by ordering mushroom soup and spagetti alfredo as they are both creamy and with mushrooms.=/ not my fault i'm not a food elitist.i realised my mistake when it was too late.story of my life.

22 people attended.and everyone still looks the same!expected since it has only been half a year.and i have been seeing some of them all year long.so it wasn't that teary eyed reunion scenario everyone and their mothers are thinking of right now.

pictures pictures because i am soo lazyyy to write anymoreee.

unfortunately/fortunately all were sober that night.

mine.didn't finish.

scene points to Alex for wearing a Tupac Shukur shirt.

heh bored.

a class divided.as in only half of the class came.

so let me summarise the rest of the night in dialogue form.this is the really short short version.

"lets go Links!"
"ok ok lets go"
vrooommm everyone reached Links.but on the way a few of us got into minor mishaps.
"Hmm ok so what do you want to order?"
"i dont like the smoke in here"
"you want to change place?"
"hmm Victoria Arms?"
"all the old old people thereeeee!"
"nevermind at least no smokers"
skid skid everyone reached Merdeka Palace and to VA.
"tengok IC"
"ayo can get thru but its RM25 per person"
"don't want la not worth it"
"Open Air!"
so we went to open air.

but unfortunately for me i was late for another function.Yew Inn's Farewell clubbing session.no pictures sorry for now.

bear in mind that the "Persons" can be a manifestation of many of my ex-classmates.

Speaking of Yew Inn, bye bye!!!!forget me not!will keep you updated on Kuching.here's a picture of Lion.hahahah

hahaha hate me now.

also to dearest Julian Micky.

what the shit were you doing!?!

this post is too long for its own good.

end

Interlude to a bigger post

2008-06-29T03:06:00.000+08:00

heres a post.

treat this like a train stop.to a better better place.

oh how many life lessons i've learnt today...

be simple.think simple.
complications brings further complications.think simple.like a child.simple.indeed.

concentrate on minor details.although may not look/sound significant.but think simple.i am a slow learner.human behaviour can be interesting.interesting as in laughable.laughable as in funny.funny as in i am having a ton of fun.fun as in a good time.a good time as in simple pleasures.i always remind myself.but i tend to forget.i do.let that be the death of me.

i've been making lots and lots of music.inspiration comes in many perculiar forms.from many unexpected sources.but many more familiar.its all good.i will post them up on here one day.tell me how much it sucks.no tact please.

i've been tagged by Mr.Alvin James.here goes.

Step-by-step instructions:

Remove ONE question from below, and add in your personal question, make it a total of 20 questions. Then tag 8 people and list them out at the end of this post. Notify them in their chat box that he/she has been tagged.

1. Do you believe in love at first sight?
not fair for a blind guy.

2. Your dream wedding?
in Space.with alot of awesome looking space creatures.ftw indeed.

3. Where is the place that you want to go the most?
your bedroom.

4. If you can have 1 dream to come true, what would it be?
to ability to control time.easy.pfffttt....

5. Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after the rain?
do you believe in the pot of gold at the end of it?

6. What will make you twirl in your room and roll on your bed and break out in scream or laughter?
you.maybe not.maybe Jesus.

7. If you win $1 million, what would you do?
go on a vacation.a much needed one.

8. What is your ultimate goal in life
to inspire millions....or rule the world.

9. Would you swim in a vat of chocolate?
no.why the fuck would i do that?

10. What is the stupidest (serious) thing you have ever done?
lol wut?

11. Which type of cars do u love the most?
The Batmobile

12. Which do you prefer from your other half? A hug or a kiss?
both please.stupid question..next

13. If you have faults, would you rather the people around you, point out to you or would you rather they keep quiet?
doesn't matter

14. What do you think is the most important thing in your life?
confidence.a sense of humour.people around you.

15. Are you a shopaholic or not?
is this an ideal situation where everything is free?

16. What do you like about yourself?
i'll get back to you on that.

17. If you have a chance, which part of your character you would like to change?
laziness please.

18. What makes you feel disappointed?
i can't manipulate the space-time continuum

19. If given a chance, do you want to see your future?
i think i've given alot of hints regarding this question

20. What's the best way to die in your opinion?
here let me summarise.
it's raining.
i'm wearing a trench coat.
she's wearing a tiny red dress.
i jump in front of a speeding car.
i lay in her arms.
she falls in love.
i fall in a deep coma.
i die.
awesome much?

i tag everyone in my "Superunknown" link list.

still awaiting pictures.patience.

im about to catch the next ride on a hurricane.see you on the trip.

Don't call it a comeback (i never left)

2008-06-27T16:23:00.001+08:00

this post starts with a picture.

i was once a boy.now am a man.not.

heres the thing...i've been gone solely because i've been doing sooo many things lately.with the abundance of sending people off to far away places leaving me alone in pleasant Kuching. =(
i can feel a lonely bluesy guitar solo coming around the bend.i would like to post pictures but they're still with Mr.Cobra.

so i wont be going to KL this July to further my studies.that plan will have to sit in the passanger seat for awhile till early next year.im back in Form 6 for another few months.it is the best choice?i have yet to have a solid answer.bla bla bla whole load of rubbish noone wants to read about.what about the booze,drugs,sex and rock n roll mirite?

oh brothers and sisters......

my oh my...

what am i saying.har-har.

so my hair has been growing lately.bet you didn't know hair can do that kinda shit.c
\an't say i didn't get you there.=/ (a reason for me to post up a picture of myself)

u la la....i somehow am in like with this hair of mine.but i still want the Jesus haircut.its the ish.

ace.fuckin ace.

get excited.get excited.omgomgomg.gonna have lotsa pictures up in coming days.(i hope)

ok so since i have not properly updated for soo long already...depending on how you see it..that could be since the start of this blog.=/ i am going to list down things i've learnt these past few days or weeks maybe.because i love to make lists so much.not.

1. the Malaysian education system is a lottery.
2. grey contacts look great on people.you lah you lah.
3. the only compulsory time for a guy to hug another guy friend is when one of them is about to leave on a jetplane for a long long time.
4. i want to be in KL on the 28th for URBANSCAPES 2008.maklumlah....

well i am very damn lazy to think anymore.

kay guys.gonna go jog.i am that rajinated to jog.

holler till you past out.

and this post ends with a picture.

Update

2008-06-18T19:48:00.000+08:00

Sorry for the emoe-ness of previous posts.i'm sure you all had a very amusing time reading all that.had a date with consequence and all his friends.=/

just letting you all know i'm still alive.i'm pretty sure you want to know what i've been doing lately.you all must be wondering how i have been feeling lately.you all must be wondering how i celebrated my birthday.you all must be wondering what colour underwear i am wearing.i don't know honestly.i don't bother to check.

so i want to tell you people right, ummm click on the ads.har-har.i need to feed my cat.

so today the grasscutter came to my house to cut grass.yes i bet you didn't know that.so i gave him a drink.for the first time ever.i'm sorry mr. grasscutter man...

bye.i've got nothing else to say.so bye ya?

Everybody has something to hide except for me and my monkey

2008-06-16T14:44:00.000+08:00

Happy Birthday To Me :)

update : thank you everyone who wished me Harry Birthday through sms, friendster, my tagboard, facebook, and to those who told me themselves today or the days before.Also a very big thank you to those who have given me gifts today.you know who you are.and to all, your kind gestures will not be unreturned.

i didn't want to name people because because it is just appropriate.tq.

There Is A Light That Never Goes Out.

2008-06-14T23:54:00.000+08:00

life is too short to give up this chance.

what's the point in giving up something you really truly believe in?
there is none.live without regrets he told me once.

my past,future and present sit in the same room with me.we have talked about the world and its workings.we have talked about the economics of desire and devotion.we talked about the politics in romance and the art of falling down and rising up again.we will built this bridge of faith.we will not shadow each others judgment but we shine a light on it.

i will try my best.because my best is all I've got.and all I've got is you.

nobody ever really belongs to anybody. the question is how much you give of yourself and not how much you want in return.that keeps me moving.

giving this away will be the biggest mistake of my life.

and a happy Father's Day.

Goodbye Blue Sky

2008-06-13T00:33:00.000+08:00

i am going on an indefinite hiatus.if i come back i come back.if i don't then i don't.for reasons i can't explain i will not blog anymore.thanks for reading.thanks for the generous comments.you can continue reading if you like.i wont shut it down.you can still leave comments maybe i'll come and read them.i need to fall back.but i don't have a cushion.maybe ill find God somehow on the way down.

this is goodbye kay.count it a miracle if i come back.

"Love is not a victory march,its a cold and its a broken Hallelujah."
maybe Jeff Buckley was right after all.

thank you.thank you.everyone.

wish me luck.because i don't know if i can make it on my own.i really don't.

don't ever take anyone for granted.the regrets will kill you.

On A Balance Beam

2008-06-12T18:00:00.000+08:00

maybe i should go on a hiatus.live as a hermit for a while.maybe not.

earlier today, i ran.and i ran.i stopped a few times.but i ran again.i've never ever felt this good running.i came upon a house.oh how i came upon a house.

a river.i don't know.

road.the long and winding road..that leads me back to your door.dum dum dum dum.uh um sorry.road somewhere.

my drenched shoes...oh my poor pumas...you served me well..maybe ill frame you up someday.below will say "three cheers for three years."=/

after that i didn't bother taking pictures.i jogged full time.i took my time.the breeze was good.definitely a better day.i delivered.

1 month could make a difference.i couldn't have guessed.

i'm having my coffee break.ironic.today in the evening and i went to the park and sat on the swing.i still love it.but i didn't like the mosquitoes.lately i've been blogging about the most mundane things.my thunder's up in the sky.it'll come down.

the way back home.was a victory march.Jeff Buckley (who sang the most famous rendition of the song Hallelujah)you said it wrong when you said "its a cold and its a broken hallelujah."i win.if i lose.i still win.

Standed

2008-06-11T01:54:00.000+08:00

remember?

i'm losing sleep over this.whichever one of you can give me answers.too many clues to many clues.plotlines.plotlines.give me the goddamn script will ya.

i smell Vancouver.

i smell nametags.

i smell little bears.

i smell chocolate bars.

i smell miniature ceramic cats.

i smell white ribbons.

sleep doesn't come.have you read the green pages?i didn't think so either.

math papers that doesn't belong to me.
i don't have that name.it isn't mine.

Wednesday belongs to a person.you get it?you get it?

red.favourite pair is red.also striped.below and above.i remember.

carpet > bed

that's it.that's it.

eat.fingers.eat.fingers.eat.fingers.eat.fingers.in the dark.eat.fingers.eat.fingers.

sleep still doesn't come.im thinking.im thinking.

tit torture.

amusing.

i laughed.

spout sounds almost the same.do it again.take a picture.take it.

no measurement of time.it is a person.no more.i don't have it.no.

i am rome.asia remembers now.i am rome.for the second time.

fries.fries.lots of fries.enjoy it.yes fries.i wait.to bring to fries.

i am.password.answer yes.

never.got.clothing line.never will?
by 30.hopefully by 30 i have it by then.

wait.in numbers.familiar numbers.you know it.familiar.very.do it.

you don't want to say it anymore.do.not.want.

so.bye.

de.li.cious.
CIOUS.
deliciousss.

disclaimer : after publishing this post Chester never did get sleep.

Set the man on fire on fire

2008-06-10T02:40:00.000+08:00

now tell me how much of a badass thug Cesc Febregas is.

Not now chief, i'm in the fucking zone.

2008-06-08T20:20:00.000+08:00

On the 4th of June, our boss and dear friend Mr.Andrew Norman has departed on a journey to Kuala Lumpur.maybe when you come back we can play the gazebo game again.huhu.homeboy come back in one months time you!we homies be waitin' as we sip on our crystal in the champagne room.=/

here are more pictures of that faithful day you went away.=_=" courtesy of Mr. Valentine "Cobra" Tedong.

hmm donuts.....

so have you lekated it on your ceiling like i told you to?hoho

Poor man's ice cream

2008-06-08T01:47:00.000+08:00

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.

Sanity don't come cheap

2008-06-05T00:29:00.000+08:00

and oil prices have increased.by 78 cents/40.6%.

what happened to the pre-election promise to not increase prices?

we got ourselves a surprise buttsecks.=/

but i don't have a salary yet so lets not bother too much.

today we have a very important agenda.calling all Harry Potter fans!yes you heard that right..as you may or may not know i am not the biggest Harry Potter fan....you might even say i don't like Harry Potter...but that doesn't stop me from watching the movies strictly for Emma Watson.listen up fan boys i have a Harry Potter wizard robe (is that what you call them things?) and i am willing to part with it.a Gryffindor one to be exact.

it looks exactly like that.

heres mine.i've only worn it once or twice.....in the house.=/

the crest on mine.

oh starting price is RM215(negotiable)..if not i go sell it on lelong.com.my or mudah wtf.its a bargain kay.i'll throw in the most honest of hugs from myself as an extra(no kidding)..you can't possibly get one here in pleasant Kuching.this came straight from Japan courtesy of brother dearest.=/ hey look you can wear it for the next Harry Potter movie premiere...eyh eyh eyh...-_-"

leave comments or something if you want it.then we'll exchange contact details.if you're reading this and you're not a fan, tell your potterhead friends about it.they'll go nuts...not that they aren't already....i was half joking.=/

get ready for fun in the house playing with mums broom.god that sounds wrong.

i got through this post without a single word of profanity.Chester we salute you.not really.

This Post Will Destroy You

2008-05-31T04:37:00.000+08:00

new post tomorrow.it will be explosive!!!not really i have not written it yet.=/ nevermind in total recklessness i will start it right now....

ok i can hear my thunder coming..=/

this is too good to not blog about.....

heres a picture of a Malaysian female.

"my favourite part of my body is my nipple" apologies to those who didn't get it,yes the two of you.

heres a picture of a Malaysian female in school uniform.
ignore the guy like you ignored Siti's fashion sense.

STOP RIGHT THERE.STOP WANKING.
at least thats what some people think.

a certain religious group recently claimed that the current standard school uniform for females is too sexy.and get this...encourages rape, sexual harassment and premarital sex.now im not a big fan of rape and all that happy stuff but I'm pretty sure its because of males who'd rather act with their dicks than their heads.a (ahem for the lack of a better word or words) physically attractive female could dress in her whole wardrobe and some perverted asshat would still hit that.heres a quote from one of their representatives.

"All this leads to babies born out of wedlock and to an extent, even prostitution," she said.

are you fucking serious?
a piece of fabric could singlehandedly do that.SINGLEHANDEDLY.

and i'm pretty sure majority of rape cases involves a girl in school uniform right?give me statistics!no don't.because statistics are made on the spot 70% of the time.no not really.
my point is theres just too many potholes regarding the sexy uniform issue.ah heck,maybe Malaysia could join Japan in the school uniform fetish thing.always look out for the brighter side of things.the silver lining to every dark cloud,the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow...eh wait..=/

Pulling A Piano From A Pond

2008-05-26T05:58:00.000+08:00

PULLING.A.PIANO.FROM.A.POND

as you can see, i have revamped my blog.still in the middle of rebuilding but be patient brothers and sisters.but it is 6a.m in the morning and i have not gotten my beauty sleep.maybe coz you're not there to be my measurement of time.=/

Ones and Zeros

2008-05-23T02:54:00.000+08:00

oh hi!its your buddy,chester.

im taking a break from my day job, stalking friendster profiles to post or rather waste up precious space in the inter-web.

the internet is a bipolar being.no not quite right.its a place of staggering genius and up most stupidity. and everything in between.and i like to think that i shift from both poles from time to time.thats what i like to think.you can say I'm an ideal specimen of our current contemporary lifestyle.a time when all the microsofts and the googles reign supreme.i have distorded moral values,im practically married to the internet,adhere to certain leftist set of beliefs,satirical,defy mainstream media, in other words an elitist of the performing arts.i'm perfect for the part!

dare i say Youtube killed the video star?rhetorical question of course.you practically watch what you want when you want at the comfort of your office chair,local starbucks,couch,what say you.
do i see the end of the television age?the MTV generation?will the relay of imformation via visual aid be soley based on the computer,mens new best friend?for us Malaysians we got a taste of that earlier in the year when our nations first internet exclusive show Malaysian Dreamgirl aired all 14 episodes on the inter-web.and surprise surprise it was somewhat a run(a)way success.no pun intended.the reason being why it was aired on the inter-web was because our censorship board shouldn't handle the excess skin.that i shall dwell on another day along with the story about the day i almost died.=/

in a broad playing field such as the internet, there are little to no censorship to content obtained.in a time when we feed on black humour,oxymorons and satirical ignorance, this move couldn't be more perfect.a good opportunity to reeducate ourselves.the line will certainly be blurred tho,as television sets are equipped with more bells an whistles than ever and computer screens will def get better and better.

plagiarism is a popular choice.here in our blogsphere is a more than convenient example.but universally plagiarism is forgivable as we have lived for so long and theres only so many words we can make up,so many musical notes we can find,so many time signatures we can come up with,so many melodies and rhymes we can conjure up..................................................excuse my pointless philosophy.

i just wonder when our LOLs andLMAOs will fade out and stored in tiny metal boxes behind our raincoats.Capture the zeitgeist.the spirit of our time.digitalized spirit.found only beneath our gigabytes of pornography and illegally downloaded music.

Vote Cobra 2008

2008-05-20T20:54:00.000+08:00

oh hi!

i am a really big fan of cobra commander.ring any bells?G.I fuckin Jo goddammit.you can only redeem yourself if you've watched Thundercats as a child.or you're John Mayer.coz hes the man.i first intended to devote this post to Cobra Commander...but in typical Chester fashion, i will stray.seems like the modus operandi in these parts.

Cobra Commander is of course the de facto leader of the Cobra Army.he's also running for president.so instead of being labeled first a sexist for voting Hillary Clinton, or a racist for voting Barrack Obama you might as well vote for Cobra Commander for he is just and fair.Here's an awesome picture of Cobra.

how awesome is he?
whoops two pictures.do i fail in life?do i lose one internet?

heres videos of his race towards the white house.

below a music video strengthening the Cobra Propaganda.

here's to a brighter future brothers and sisters.

i recently found an not so old but old picture of my friends and i(thanks Valentine eventho you have no idea i took this photo from your profile.) while i was on the cheat code to life machine....the computer.

we were aiming for the boyband pose.we had our best suits on and everything.you know whats missing in the picture?let me fix it up a bit...

epic win guys.now before you right me off as some shallow illiterate being inferior of your existence, i would like you to acknowledge my mad skills at ms paint.thank you.

phew editing that picture was tough work.now if you're really curious where the hard work blood,sweat and tears comes from heres a picture...

of course i arranged the items in the picture in their respective places.its not like "oh candid!i wasn't really posing ZOMG!"that applies to people but you get the massage.maybe you didn't.thats peanut butter on toasts btw.good stuff.taste better with banana.

kthxbai.

A Sudden Update!

2008-05-15T17:57:00.000+08:00

remember i last told you my next post would be a great one?

well i lied.hohoho no it wasn't premeditated but i just didn't have the time and space.i don't even remember what i was going to write at the time....maybe some nonsense about some chick i saw BUT that's besides the point.IM BACK.for those living under a rock, i was in jeng jeng jeng.....NS or National Service.meh.

oh pictures!

Charlie Company.im in there somewhere.its easy trust me...not like all of us guys have the same haircut or anything.=/

here we are doing hard labour.
here's a cat.hangs out in our dorm pretty much the whole time.it "beranaked" in a friends bag..squeezed out 5 little ones.

in the middle is Encik Lenggang.yea thats his name.

ok enough pictures or i'll look like an NS fanboy wtf.

it was fun while it lasted.but i wouldn't go through it again.

what i've learned from camp is
1. the logic of time and space is completely thrown out the window for disciplinary purposes.
2. hair shampoo feels good on your body.
3. to curse in many different languages
4. i'm sick of wearing blue.

moving on.....................................................

i've enrolled myself in form6 while waiting to go to college..gets my brain going again you know...going..so that my brain cells don't die due to procrastination.

look at these two diagrams...

if i go form 6 (above)

if i don't go.

first off.....our brains don't work like that.someone proficient enough in Biology would know...theres no such part of the brain that controls your knowlegde in Math.anyone who believed my pathetic diagram deserves an epic fail.

=/

will post more later.i gotta catch a movie.

btw, anyone know how to speed up hair growth?

=/=/

Man Out Of Time

2008-02-17T22:15:00.000+08:00

i have always wished for a natural high....instead i get it from a bottle.heh.

SPM results coming out on the 28th of this month.fuck.or so i've heard...
not optimistic about it at all...not that it means the world to me tho.=/
maybe it would a couple of years ago but now you can pretty much take a degree in anything.....degree in walking anyone?yup there is such a degree.but guaranteed success?not really....no worries..acting is always an option..everyone i know wished they were in Impak Maksima.before that it was Gerak Khas.no shit.

my blog is deprived of pictures.i am terribly sorry.shall fix that soon hopefully with pictures of me enjoying a cup of coke in hand while a friend of mine does the rabbit ears behind my back or perhaps me walking on the beach basking in the sun.

heres something random.

same socks!coincidence?i smell a conspiracy!

latest picture of me.you can hardly see me but yeah....taken by a friend.i doubt she remembers anything...she could be drunk at the time...all i can say is i knew what she ate for dinner.heh.

something tells me my next post will be a good one.=)

Happiness is a Warm Gun

2008-02-10T02:56:00.000+08:00

every now and again,we should take the time and do something for someone, without expecting anything in return.nothing at all.do anything for anyone,for no reason or any reason.giving up all care for yourself, and care for someone else.to become selfless.

it has to feel good.
yeah, it feels good.

when acting as a particle

2008-02-08T01:11:00.000+08:00

last night you could have shot someone and no one would notice...
i am very uninspired right now....writers block?I'm barely a writer of any sorts..

earlier today i broke a table.really sorry about that..got to use a glue gun tho.=/
later in the day i would do my rendition of the soulja boy dance in front an audience of 4 people.heh.its silly.who cares.
then i went to the toilet three times in less than an hour.damn you green tea.
at least i won 8 bucks.a small victory for me.hurrah!

the moral of the story is..

shouldn't have worn black.....i had an epic fight with them mosquitoes

....and a happy Chinese New Year to all.the time when people give money out to strangers.I'm all for it.;)

Friendly Fire

2008-02-01T01:22:00.000+08:00

Definition
friendly fire - an attack that injures or kills an ally

your game has been played by many before you.i don't know why you can be so oblivious about it.i am calling you out.i am barely capable of half of the things i would do to you...but i would certainly suckerpunch your cutesy little face.but i try to be a gentleman..i try..i may be cynical but at least I'm being realistic.

hey, I'm not being over dramatic...TERRIBLE MOOD SWINGS ARE THOUGH.

i am not threatening your life.i just want mine back.back when i post happy post about indo-mee.
hey at least now i know you dig ponytails.sorry love nothing personal.its just that you're an asshole.oh how classy of me..now have the time of your life.cheerio.

I Am The Walrus

2008-01-28T00:50:00.000+08:00

Your precious little Hairspray DOES NOT compare to the likes of "Across the Universe" and "Once".here are a couple of reasons why...

Across the universe..

"Once"

if you haven't noticed yet...Across the Universe consist of all Beatles songs...which is pure boss...plus Evan Rachel Wood(Lucy the female lead) is such a beauty...won't hurt to mention that i want an authentic Brit accent like that of Jude(the male lead) in the movie...tho i wouldn't mind an Irish accent...musicals are making a comeback...not that they've been huge before..just more abundant these days...and these two are pure gems..indie gems..i'm a very big fan of indie films...i shall talk about my affair with indie films another day.good day.

Sweet Talk

2008-01-20T04:24:00.000+08:00

you're saying messaging all day and going out on Saturdays is studying hard.at least you're good at lying.

Let Me Be Your Swear Word

2008-01-20T02:18:00.000+08:00

first off.stop throwing your shit into the pond and the colourful plate things in The Spring.if you don't want money give me la...or i can give you a bag of coins to throw until you hands fall off...i can sit all day trying to figure out who Akon will team up in his next song but i wont think of doing something really retarded like that.wtf.the backward slide of civilization indeed.i don't need a big fuss in the form of a celebrity vagina to tell me that.wear fucking underwear goddammit.cultural colonialism my ass.

doesn't matter.

we have alternate realities.where things aren't as fucked up...
where i may be gay or without legs..whatever your fancy..

i'm being bitter aren't i..must be the hormones..
it was much simpler back when i was in my room playing Pokemon Red.

i have alot of freedom.
as much as i love freedom.it corrupts...freedom was introduced in Europe last century on a large scale.People had the freedom to be anything they wanted.fought for something they never knew they wanted.we will always want.it never stops.

Fashion will want us to be ourselves.....appropriate to the time.we are not really us.there is no way to be.

...............to think way to much on a Sunday morning..
i had a rough script for a movie i was making...i lost it.it could have been at least one persons favourite movie of all time.wtf.i want to write that movie.i want to team up with Akon.i want people to wear their underwear.

i am done with you.

But You Have Someone To Drive You Home

2008-01-13T06:30:00.001+08:00

i wish i could have THIS done.

Wolf Like Me

2008-01-10T13:05:00.000+08:00

How happy is the blameless vestals lot,
The world forgetting by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind,
each prayer accepted,
and each wish resigned.

-Alexander Pope

a snippet of Alexander Popes poem entitled Eloisa to Abelard.

which i would like to dedicate to my unborn child.

its complicated being a wizard

2008-01-05T04:13:00.000+08:00

ungoldy.the hours i sleep everyday.i swear im nocturnal.my internal clock is assraped fo shizzle.i would sleep at 7 am and wake up at 3 pm..my eyebags feel like boobs without tits.huge.i would eat indo-mee in the middle of the night.its like a ritual.a damn pilgrimage.from my room to the kitchen.i have not met a single human being who does not like indo-mee.its the holy grail of all noodly stuff.no your ramen will not do.silencio.i would love t put up a picture of a bowl of indo-mee but i fear it will cause unusual bowel movements.oh heck..
not my picture.my cooking is far more mediocre.my brother in Japan actually ships indo-mee from home to Japan(where noodly things are abundant) to lighten up his depressing bra wearing life.its an anti-drug.i would like to give away my baby to whoever made indo-mee.maggi mee goreng is a piece of bull.mee daddy can suck on a brick.its only worthy rival is cintan mee.

i am giving indo-mee an ego masturbation yes indeed.

if i were to ever make an obscure indie movie, it would have a scene where the main character is eating a bowl of indo-mee like a champ..he could smack a hoe while at it.

sometimes i wish i existed in a rap video.with the bling and money throwing.im broke...i hope to get a job soon.and get ready for the ridicule. hopefully getting that job at Westwood.the restaurant there.i hope.

i seem to not grow out of the habit of cramming everything in one post.

end rant.

half empty, half full, i never got a glass

2008-01-01T02:36:00.000+08:00

7 becomes 8.

I'm not one to make resolutions.never will.i am a peculiar person.no im not crazy, just a little bit insane.or it could be the other way around.either way it doesnt make much sense.its the first day of the new year.tons of people getting tanked and shitfaced.

2007 was great.that can be said about all the other years of my life.all 17.i almost died once.it was a freak accident.but that's a story for another day.my sentences are disjointed.what i am trying to say is its the new years and im still in one piece.that didn't sound right either..theres like a knot in my troat not allowing the letters to the right words for the perfect sentence to come out...i get that alot.

dont you hate it when you kill a mosquito your blood stains your shirt?its annoying...im cramming random thoughts that run through my head.more like crawling tho coz mostly im just staring at the screen dumbfounded that i just wrote a whole bunch of crap or stare at the carpet with randomly scattered food remnants.most probably rice or maybe dead skin and my nails.

this post should be called "im not gay i just wish i were" because i have just found this movie..and its called "Teeth".check out the trailer.

i am tired.blogging.bleh.
bye.

Christmassacre

2007-12-24T20:38:00.000+08:00

it's Christmas eve.i remember watching The Nightmare Before Christmas one year on Christmas eve.nostalgic.heh.let's keep this short and simple.sorry for the lack of cards.hahah and i'm going to make up for it right now..

Merry Christmas!
i wish i could make a funny right now but I'll just leave everyone with a sweet picture of our favourite fat old hag in red.
have a good one!

A Slur Of Sudden Genius

2007-12-21T18:16:00.000+08:00

i have the tendency to not be serious about what i write...as my older posts have proven..and i'm willing to bet that im going to do it again.right now i cannot believe how many times i have to type the sentence before this because my "o" button is fucked up.i find that mildly amusing.if i were the keyboard it would be the death of me cos i just cant stand being poked.=/

being stuck at home is never fun.its never fun not knowing what to do at home except for the tv and computer.its never fun when you can't drive yourself around.its never fun writing about whats not fun.my whining sickens me.tell me where to stab my ears wtf.

i got so bored i tried out jogging.it was 3 in the evening and i just got off the chair and walked my ass to taman sahabat to jog.yes i did that.and i jogged and jogged like orang gila wtf.yea story of my life.=_=

nothing much going on lately.ah one of the usual symptoms post-camp.blogging is overrated.or maybe i'm just jealous.....NAHHHH.lets face it the blogsphere is over saturated with damn bloggers...me included.i have no idea where im going.the ideas in my brain are as vague as my eyesight.yes i use glasses now wtf.great another fashion i adhere to.

guess what Christmas is soon.i feel like hunting for Xmas songs.oh what fun.
as we say it in msn....gtg.=p

so if you're down..don't feel so bad..it could be worst...*laughs*

Champagne's for celebrating (gimme a Martini)

2007-12-17T23:48:00.000+08:00

"being grown up isn't half as fun as growing up"

those were the words written by Kris Roe of The Ataris....and for the first time in all the years I've known of the existence of this song i really get what he's saying.it rings true.not that im all that grown up tho..ha-hah-hah.im feeling melancholic tonight.don't stop me now.

December has always been a special time...for special things.heh.one special thing in particular is the Annual Gathering Camp.if we live in an idealistic world the moment i said Annual Gathering Camp, an epic orchestral piece accompanies it and random images of mountains and fields of flowers fills your head.shaddap.it may just be some society or club camp but to some, its for the lack of a better word (excuses,excuses) orgasmic.(fine i just wanted the word somewhere in my post ok.)
just look at their happy faces wtf.so happy its almost retarded.almost.

so many characters joining camp.theres the....

unrepentant hardcore nazis

the little princess equipped with feeding maid
gays

indeed these are the different faces of AGC 2007.seriously tho, every year the faces change...some new...some old...some..really..really old.heheh.this is my 5th year.this year as an ex-leader.and and to be honest i missed out on all the fun...just not hip enough to join the lot.hahah right.i missed chunks of it by sleeping and showering at home and eating out.i woke up for only one aerobic session for the whole camp.=_=" one of my most favourite part of camp is the cooking!indeed camp coking has a very distinct and perculiar smell.mostly due to the blood,sweat and tears mixed with foreign almost deadly taste amplifiers.also the best time to steal flags..besides the other secret but not really secret time.
yea you all watch while i cook.great.

i got to play around with the members for a bit in the Big Game Hunt when i asked them to sing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star on top of Star Cineplex.but i asked them to sing twinkle twinkle little star cineplex instead...which wasnt in the script..just something for my own amusement.heh.

ah h yea introducing...
fellow hansem and boss Theodore Reginal Abel(next to him is keit.....wait thats his other head.coz hes so gangster.lol)

last day of camp i wasnt there for the War Game so yeah...usually its fun...i guess this years no diff...

now at night there were sketches,performances and the notoriously infamous slow dance.they had thier fun...roleplaying...i see a trend in the sketches for the past 2 years....they're mainly love stories....its ok and all but really lah...overdose...but maklumlah...they were good and funny...during my time lah (sound so old (i got to stop close captioning stuff) ) the sketches were mainly violent.hahah.
Ian Kho presented us a very amusing performance.i think we have found next years aerobic master.

ah ok im getting lazy lets skip to the slow dance...i danced with well my girlfriend lah.haha.we laughed the whole time we were dancing.=D
we're somewhere in there.first one to get it right gets a prize.o rly?ya rly.

and i wasnt there for the closing ceremony and the shirt signing.=( i over slept.damn you sandman!!

till next year FULL STOP

I Summon You

2007-12-05T03:53:00.000+08:00

in case you come and rip me apart for my grammar and spelling, i type 100miles per hour and my "o" button is being a beetch.plus its 3.56a.m and i seriously need glasses.wtf.excuses,excuses!dammit chester when are you gonna stop!

Invitation

2007-12-05T03:02:00.000+08:00

clickedy clicks and here we are.i have n idea how or what to write for my first post.i feel like a pre-schooler trying to introduce himself or (in case of me being accused as a sexist) herself in front of fellow classmates in kindergarden for the first time.but i am now far from that.my school days are over and hells yes for that!

i've been obsessing over DotA for the past week.i finally am able to sleep for at least 8 hours a day.i fear i am getting quite tall sideways.not really.i feel melancholic.i am not wearing underwear.i spent money like they grow on trees.they do right?like paper right?right?.......right?not really.

.........................fine!!i created this blog in the hopes that i may someday be a celeb blogger LAH OK!and to show of my posh and glamorous lifestyle...............................................................................................................................................................................which is non-existent.oklah i will make this an ah-lian blog ok and take lotsa pics in those photo booth things.=_="

LIKE THIS CAN O NOT?!?(in ah lian mode)i'm pro at Ms Paint ok.
Photoshop is for nOObs.

ok obviously i have an identity crisis...with my blog at least.At 9.00a.m today i will leave for KL.after that i will live like im in a 3rd world country because of excessive money spending.lifve is hard.like a hard on.not really.i really have to stop cramping stuff in one blog post.i need enough material to last a lifetime.wtf.ok end rant.just for shits and giggles guys.FULL STOP