i'm writing this offline. i'm too lazy to connect. the sounds of a modem buzzing and humming about are such a turn-off.
right now it's...3:20 a.m. on christmas eve. i was about to type about how christmas is being exploited and how santa isn't meant to be red [thank you, li vern] and how most of the great christmas songs that we hear today were written only about 50 years ago, as opposed to the timeless classics from yonder that we think that they are. indeed! norah jones. 22 year old prodigy. love the album. hate the fact that only three of the songs are written by her. oh, well. better luck next time. besides, she could've closely collaborated yada yada yada. why am i up at 3:21? easy. never have instant noodles at 1 a.m. no matter how #@$#% hungry you are. ooo...just sneezed oodles onto the monitor. not exactly. i'll probably go to sleep soon...that, or lay my dear tummy to rest, whichever one comes first. i have to go out early at about 8 and withdraw some money to pay for the reloading of my handphone line. arghh. i use too much, too fast. sad, isn't it? just hope that the bank is open...otherwise, it's gonna be a very short trip. oh, and i have to pay for gas to. money's a gas.
christmas eve. i never really did celebrate christmas. i'll be spending dinner [hopefully] with li vern's family. free food!...i hope he's reading this. you're still my little brother, man, no matter how mature and wise you've become. you are the gandalf to my saruman. i am like the wind. two steps ahead, if not one. i am flexible. i am everywhere. i am...dang, just farted.
what's with all the feng tao dance music? and why'm i listening to it at this hour?
but seriously...i don't really know what you can ah beng and ah lian subculture. i mean...it's like they're not quite hongkie and not quite jap. and we always view them as inarticulate, uncultured folk who usually yell into their cell phones in cantonese and cuss and swear all the time...but if you saw the same kind of person in oz, he or she would probably be the opposite. therefore...foreign bengs and lians...i salute you. and local ones...i salute you for your individualism. i went into uni today wearing a che guevara t-shirt...wordings are all in portuguese. didn't get notice because of it. i should try wearing my ski cap. maybe that'd make me noticed. i don't get noticed much. dammit. i need attention. and i have it.
ooo...i think i'm getting tired. brain cells starting to run dry.
i only have two black rebel motorcycle club songs in my winamp playlist. but i can say that they sound awfully raw and gritty. good stuff. while i, i sing like a girl. i have a great falsetto and i can sorta hold it this side of barry gibb. i wish i had a manlier voice. ocean colour scene's riverboat song was sorta a testament to my abilites, but in the end, i wanna be a malaysian chink who sings jazz-rock in MALAYSIA. i had this thought...that if [sic] can't get recognized for being brilliant in kl, we just go down to singapore. if we can embrace ferhad...i think that [sic] can be loved by the lion city. or we'd just get deported. your choice.
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now it's later in the morning. it's almost 9. i was sleeping for about...4 hours...or less...then i woke up [duh]. went to the bank to withdraw the money. the only problem is, i can't seem to get digi reloads anywhere now. ugh. 7-11 didn't have them. which is something that i'm getting used to, because 7-11 never seems to have them. i know that giving us a slip of paper with the 12 digit reload code is meant to cut costs, but could they just make the distribution of the reload cards uniform? that'd do us all a favour. but i'm just being nitpicky.
enough.
right now it's...3:20 a.m. on christmas eve. i was about to type about how christmas is being exploited and how santa isn't meant to be red [thank you, li vern] and how most of the great christmas songs that we hear today were written only about 50 years ago, as opposed to the timeless classics from yonder that we think that they are. indeed! norah jones. 22 year old prodigy. love the album. hate the fact that only three of the songs are written by her. oh, well. better luck next time. besides, she could've closely collaborated yada yada yada. why am i up at 3:21? easy. never have instant noodles at 1 a.m. no matter how #@$#% hungry you are. ooo...just sneezed oodles onto the monitor. not exactly. i'll probably go to sleep soon...that, or lay my dear tummy to rest, whichever one comes first. i have to go out early at about 8 and withdraw some money to pay for the reloading of my handphone line. arghh. i use too much, too fast. sad, isn't it? just hope that the bank is open...otherwise, it's gonna be a very short trip. oh, and i have to pay for gas to. money's a gas.
christmas eve. i never really did celebrate christmas. i'll be spending dinner [hopefully] with li vern's family. free food!...i hope he's reading this. you're still my little brother, man, no matter how mature and wise you've become. you are the gandalf to my saruman. i am like the wind. two steps ahead, if not one. i am flexible. i am everywhere. i am...dang, just farted.
what's with all the feng tao dance music? and why'm i listening to it at this hour?
but seriously...i don't really know what you can ah beng and ah lian subculture. i mean...it's like they're not quite hongkie and not quite jap. and we always view them as inarticulate, uncultured folk who usually yell into their cell phones in cantonese and cuss and swear all the time...but if you saw the same kind of person in oz, he or she would probably be the opposite. therefore...foreign bengs and lians...i salute you. and local ones...i salute you for your individualism. i went into uni today wearing a che guevara t-shirt...wordings are all in portuguese. didn't get notice because of it. i should try wearing my ski cap. maybe that'd make me noticed. i don't get noticed much. dammit. i need attention. and i have it.
ooo...i think i'm getting tired. brain cells starting to run dry.
i only have two black rebel motorcycle club songs in my winamp playlist. but i can say that they sound awfully raw and gritty. good stuff. while i, i sing like a girl. i have a great falsetto and i can sorta hold it this side of barry gibb. i wish i had a manlier voice. ocean colour scene's riverboat song was sorta a testament to my abilites, but in the end, i wanna be a malaysian chink who sings jazz-rock in MALAYSIA. i had this thought...that if [sic] can't get recognized for being brilliant in kl, we just go down to singapore. if we can embrace ferhad...i think that [sic] can be loved by the lion city. or we'd just get deported. your choice.
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now it's later in the morning. it's almost 9. i was sleeping for about...4 hours...or less...then i woke up [duh]. went to the bank to withdraw the money. the only problem is, i can't seem to get digi reloads anywhere now. ugh. 7-11 didn't have them. which is something that i'm getting used to, because 7-11 never seems to have them. i know that giving us a slip of paper with the 12 digit reload code is meant to cut costs, but could they just make the distribution of the reload cards uniform? that'd do us all a favour. but i'm just being nitpicky.
enough.
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