ALITerAture

today i want to ramble, Jaja-style.

It is Thursday.

and on this thursday, i ate curry bun and ikan bilis bun. but both oso taste same same. how much i pay? 2.30 for the curry bun and 1.80 for the ikanbilis one. apa cerite skarang? macam sial. makes me sick how people always wan to make money like dat. bloody mo-fos and po-mos.

by the way, lets compile our own words and make our own dictionary. for example, widely used among urbanites, mo-fos are, mother fuckers. now, here s a new one. its po-mos. that s po = pony, and mo = morons. why pony? because the little ponnies said so. and why morons? cause morons sounds so dayyyym cool next to idiot. practice makes puuurfect my lovelies. so say it once a day to keep the fuckers away.

and then there was Sade. aaah Sade sweet Sade. doesnt she make you wanna do something melodarmatic just because? actually, when i listen to her, i just feel like i wanna get stoned and listen to her somemore. hm. thats neverending innit? it would be a very bad thing if i actually go out and do it.

speaking of neverending, did anyone catch that movie Neverending Story on Astro few weeks back? i did. saw it on HBO at Prince’s place. now i wonder what the hell about it that was so damn great. but hey, its a classic.

Nelly Furtado is annoying. but she kinda reminds me of Asha Gill.

Harpers Bazaar is one heck of a fashion mag. but then id probably say the same about all the other Harpers Bazaar types. they talk about the colour black like its a bloody crack in a building. BIG deal, apparently. black is black. and then theres you. so..keep it at that la. but hey, they re making all the freakin money right? right. therefore, they can talk about the bloody colour black however the hell they want i suppose. its just … annoying. ‘ats all…

Shit. now theres ala feng tau music playing on the mac. brings back too many bloody memories. change. change!

trippin aint what it used to be. and now im getting old. but youre never too old for that one last trip yo. so feck it and lets go.

Daft Punk rawks. they can say the simplest things and make your heart go flipity flop.

It might not be the right time
I might not be the right one
But there’s something about us I want to say
Cause there’s something between us anyway

I might not be the right one
It might not be the right time
But there’s something about us I’ve got to do
Some kind of secret I will share with you

I need you more than anything in my life
I want you more than anything in my life
I’ll miss you more than anyone in my life
I love you more than anyone in my life

i mean…doncha feel like going F-L-I-P-I-T-Y  F-L-O-P??..they are ….Best.

ok. its time to end my crap session for today. if there are enough po-mos out there to piss me off, i shall return with more crap to vomit.

in the meantime, dont use antiperspirant sprays. theyre no good.

yours truly.