Oh man. Fucking disaster.

I got some tortilla chips. Markets don't carry nachos sauce (not that I could find) so I blended some mozzarella and cheddar cheese. It's nice when it's damn hot - only when it's damn hot. Cools abit and it coagulates.

boooo



maybe I can try some lime and sambal (I don't like salsa).

Sentimental creeps and cops
Congressmen and debutants
Wander up and down the avenue
They don't know the world's a bore
Everything's been done before
And I'm so tired; change is overdue

I tried god, but God's a fake
Whitewash fathers on the make
And I don't need a pedophile with pew

I tried sex, but sex is dumb
Rub some bits and wait to come
Staring at the ceiling is a drag


And it's blah, blah, blah on the radio
blah, blah, blah on remote control
blah, blah, blah on the tv too
blah, blah, blah means nothing new
blah, blah, blah for me and blah for you
blah, blah, blah

For a moment. Relax. Switch off your thoughts, your feelings. Listen. Tune in.

Think electricity. power. data. the cables. moving everywhere.

Start from your room. Think of your building. Your estate. Your town. The city. Offices. Homes. Radio waves. Wireless. Phones. People talking. Persons talking. Visualize. You are hearing conversations. More conversations. All conversations.

Their thoughts. Their emotions. In the shower. In the kitchen. In dreamlands. It's all hazy. It's all fuzzy. Their thoughts. They confuse me. I seem to be taking them in. Taking feelings, thoughts, taking them in. So much so that I'm not quite sure if which of those memories are mine. I remember the faces. It seemed like I did something. Seemed like I've done them all. But there are no names to the faces.

The night seems quiet. But not to me. Energy from power plants. The pressure in water pumps. The power they churn out. It leaks. Can you feel the static? It's yellowish green. Shimmering frantically. It's suffocating.

How?


Someday?

Searching for truth in this twisted environment
I can't believe that I once was inspired by you
But I'll be ok
Poetry means nothing when you love me and leave
You can disappear one day then wear your heart on your sleeve
Do you know what I'm worth?
What do you see?

I'm not free love
So when you leave take the time you need
Cause I'll be gone
So don't come to me and beg to plead...
I'm not free love


You're about to say...
Hmm... I don't wanna know, I don't wanna know
I don't wanna fall to pieces
I don't wanna fall at all so

Go... away...
Just go...
I don't wanna fall anymore


Jonas Steur Featuring Jennifer Rene - Fall To Pieces

I don't have to take this path tomorrow morning :D
(where the time taken from mrt->camp is > than time from my bed->mrt

Never again.

Oei. What's your prob man? Got a prob with people reading slow?


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Is "The Time Traveler's Wife" still a work in progress?

Sometimes I sound very distracted. Sorry!

Funny. unsober but not sleepy. oh dear..

Here goes;



The city feels clean this time of night
Just empty streets and me walking home to clear my head

I know it came as no surprise
I'm affected more than I had guessed on what was said

If the smile's not meant to be
If the heart's not ready to open
If we make it I won't see how it's broken

It's the quiet time before the dawn
And I'm half past making sense of it, was I wrong?

Should I claim to give it all
In a world where not much ever seems to last long

If the smile's not meant to be
If the heart's not ready to open
If we make it i won't see it's broken

If the smile's not meant to be
If the heart's not ready to open
If we make it I won't see how it's broken

How it's broken...

If the smile's not meant to be
If the heart's not ready to open
If we make it i won't see it's broken

If the smile's not meant to be
If the heart's not ready to open
If we make it I won't see how it's broken

How it's broken...

If the smile's not meant to be
If the heart's not ready to open
If we make it i won't see it's broken

If the smile's not meant to be
If the heart's not ready to open
If we make it I won't see how it's broken

How it's broken...

Life is good!

It's so wonderful to wake up to fan-mails in the morning.




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Just bought a 160GB hard disk, and a hard disk case so that I can bring it around.

And now I realized that I have to pick up some shitgeek stuff(ubuntu linux? whaaat?) because I cannot salvage files in windows safe mode.

I can troubleshoot and stuff but honestly I don't really like computers. I can, not because I try to understand computers. I don't make that extra effort to learn about them. In fact, I'm just about as novice of a tinkerer with lighting, circuitry, water cisterns as I am with computers. I learnt to troubleshoot because I had no choice. Ran into and figured out shits along the way.

Computers are stupid. Stupid. And stupid. Spoils. Break down. Wear down. Dies. Randomly. And I don't know why either! You think I can program? What programming. Siao ah? I can't even create a simple website.

Still. I'm going the extra light year to service computers (relatives).



And geez. My foot are not of normal size and thus my skates. They don't really fit proper in the skate bag but they look decent still? (It's supposed to stick out at the sides but not so much)