last friday

drank a bottle of wine and some beer, ate some stingray and some noodles.

rode on a bike and fell head-first, jammed the front brake by mistake.

drank some water and puked long and hard, tasted like stingray, yummy.

took a shit in the middle of a bush-maze in a park, there weren't any toilets around.

poked my shit with my finger, while trying to find some leaves.

drank more water, puked some more, tasted like stingray, yummy yummy.

no more drinking, not for a long time.

power rangers

i read in the straits times yesterday that the author of brokeback mountain wrote in to a newspaper. she said that brokeback mountain deserved to win the oscar and that the oscar judges were all stupid and how everyone should watch some other awards ceremony instead, just because brokeback won it.

did someone say sore loser?

i find it rather disrespectful to the makers of crash, the film which won the oscar. they worked so hard and got something for their efforts, only for some idiot to come tell them they did not deserve to win.

just because the movie is about gay cowboys doesn't mean it's immediately worthy of winning. i'm gonna make a movie about gay power rangers and then complain and bitch about everything if i don't get any awards.

it's weird i don't see any other people complaining that their film didn't win. no one said anything about harry potter, no one said anything about land of the dead, so what makes brokeback so special?

just because it's about gays.

please eagerly await my gay power rangers movie.


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the calendar hung itself - bright eyes

i want to be

- a girl, so i can marry a rich man and live off him.
- gay, so i can grope girls like that gay reporter did to scarlett johansson.
- famous, so that chicks would wanna bang me.
- fat, so i can slim down and be known as a miracle.
- a policeman, so i can arrest dumb fucks for being a public nuisance, or just for fun.
- jason biggs, so i can see shannon elizabeth naked.
- a porn star, so i can make a living doing what i love.
- a dog, so i can hump whatever i like, whenever i want to.
- a director, so i can cast myself alongside hot stars and include lots of sex scenes.
- an alien, just to see what it feels like to be called 'that thing'.


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early sunsets over monroeville - my chemical romance

bore

i tried to blow a big bubble and then stick my head in it. it didn't work.

so

i downloaded 10 things i hate about you because i think julia stiles is beautiful.

besides, i get to see heath ledger making out with girls instead of guys for a change.

don't miss me.

grey's anomaly

i drew this while i was shitting.


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stairway to heaven - led zepplin

shake my hand too

i find it rather hypocritical that the MPs are going around shaking hands with random people only when the elections are coming.

anyway, what's the point of shaking hands with random people?

beats me.

suck on my balls and get drunk

alcoholism - a disorder characterized by the excessive consumption of and dependence on alcoholic beverages, leading to physical and psychological harm and impaired social and vocational functioning. also called alcohol abuse, alcohol dependence.

alcoholic - a person who drinks alcoholic substances habitually and to excess or who suffers from alcoholism.

a particular gayboy told me today that i am an alcoholic. his reasoning behind it was that "everyone in class thinks so."

which means that everyone in class is stupid.

anyway, 1 simple simple reason as to why i am not, is that i do not 'drink alcoholic substances to access,' nor am i 'dependent on alcoholic beverages, leading to physical and psychological harm blah blah.'

now please excuse me while i go get a beer.


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sweet marie - the anniversary

this is bad

it's fucking thursday and the most productive thing i've done all week was to download rushmore. this is bad. my life is wasting away.

i have no goals, nothing to look forward to, nothing to do.

when school was still on, at least i could look forward to the holidays. now that it's the holidays, i got nothing left. there is no way i'm going to look forward to school re-opening.

this is bad.

shit.

hump

i don't understand what all the fuss about brokeback mountain is about. brokeback mountain is also known as the romantic tale of 2 cowboys who hump each other's ass.

we're prejudiced towards gays.

why?


1) a guy cheating on his wife is considered an asshole who should be castrated and have his dick shoved down his own throat.

however, a film about a guy who cheats on his wife with another guy is considered a 'romantic tale', and how it shows that true love can overcome all boundaries and how ass-humping is a good exercise blah blah.

2) people are too worried that they would be seen as homophobic if they simply say that the movie is gay. so they say all kinds of crap about it to make themselves seem like nice sensitive people who can understand gays.

"oh it was so romantic and the couple were so in love and and and."

3) from what little bits i've seen from the oscars, the movie seemed very funny. like really laugh-out-loud type of funny. but people are too nice to notice this.

the guys had weird southern accents that sounded like they were trying too hard to sound authentic which made them sound weird instead. or maybe that's how southern people really sound like.

one of the parts i saw was when the jake gyllenhaal character was complaining to his partner that he doesn't get it in the ass enough, because they seldom meet up or something.

"do yew knaw 'ow 'ard eat is?" he said. it made me giggle.


despite all these weird happenings, it is still a 'great' movie. this is because people are giving special treatment to gays. they are prejudiced but are worried that other's would know about their homophobia, so they pretend that everything is ok.

if everybody were truely accepting of gays, the movie would just be another love story, just another movie with weird accents. because it is so normal, no one would care.

but it's not, because we're prejudiced.

wowy

i spent about 3 days downloading the longest yard, and it turned out to be some old school porn movie called debbie does dallas.

in case you were wondering, i deleted it. and i didn't watch it. old school porn is lousy and disgusting.

random

a girl added me on msn.

Miss_Priss says:
Hey im a girl from south africa

me:
ok

Miss_Priss says:
so where u from

me:
north africa

me:
morroco

Miss_Priss says:
thats hot

me:
ya it's like 30degress here


anyway i really have a problem with people who refer to themselves in a third-person point. such as this insurance woman who called.

"hello?"

"can i speak to your mummy please?"

"she's in the toilet."

"oh i see. auntie was supposed to be at your house at 8.30 but i'm lost now."

"ok."

so you see, this woman referred to herself as auntie. which really irks me, for some unknown reason. it's like she's trying to give herself some form of authority. imagine if i start referring to myself as mr ryan.

so as mr ryan was saying, these people suck donkey balls and should learn to use the word "I", because mr ryan thinks it's the correct term to use.

fun, innit?

such a beautiful kiss

today i woke up to a fluttering at my window. it sometimes happen when a trapped housefly tries to fly out of the window, except there is a fucking piece of glass there, which it is too dumb to realise and so constantly hits its wings against the glass.

however, this noise usually doesn't wake me up, so whatever did it was big. so i got up and looked at the window. there was a sunbird flying against the window.

"what the fuck," i thought. "fly away and disturb someone else."

then i saw it was inside my room, trying to fly out. there was actually a gap just beside the point where it was trying to 'escape', but as i said, it's too dumb. just like houseflies.

i had to share such an amazing happening with someone, so i went out and told my maid.

"oooh i want to catch," she said. "so cuuuute."

"what the fuck," i thought. "is this woman retarded?"

so anyway i went back to the room and took a picture of the bird stupidly trying to fly away. i was wondering how long it would take for it to learn from its past stupidity and actually fly out.

in all the confusion and my worry that the bird will fly in my face, i unknowingly deleted the picture. (i just woke up, remember?)

then my maid came in with a plastic container. she was serious about catching it. since i am such a kind-hearted animal-lover model-citizen, i allowed her to get close enough to see the bird, close enough to reach out and try to catch the bird, close enough to smell the birdshit, before i opened the window and showed it the road to freedom.

my maid was disappointed.


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