showoff

ten beers and twelve shots over two nights.

it’s been a good holiday.

heidi-ho!

this year’s christmas has been quiet, mellow, and non-sweaty for me.
whether that’s a good thing or bad thing, i can never tell.

gone are all those christmas’s where i would go nuts in the church basement, steal glances at the girls, get drunk on excitement with friends.
perhaps i am getting older.

i’m kinda jaded at the whole “christmas” season these days. i hate the fact that it’s been commercialized, and used as a money making festival.
that is such a fucking blasphemous insult.

i remember, when i was young.

i cried when i found out santa wasn’t real. and then i didnt talk to my parents the whole of christmas day.
what a pussy.

christmas used to have such a warm, fuzzy feeling. but then again, that is all in the mind isn’t it?

christmas is how you make it to be.

so then, (not so) looking forward to 2009!

when i think too much

i’m fucking scared of the idea of “forever”.

ask me why and i’ll tell you.

have a blessed christmas everyone.

tarnished scars of a blackened heart

i said i’d hold your hand when you wake, only to watch you fall

sounds of people
sounds of demons
sounds of silence
sounds of you will never leave my cursed shattered mind

carnage!
tarnation!
blasphemy!
o help me chosen one,
as i emerge victorious against the scum

dementia!
smite me upon thy darkened horns
lust!
captured by meaningless spirits
consuming the baron i vow to thee,
i will erase your existence

hesitation leads to my demise,
possession my torture
stay thy hand above me,
for my wrecked decrepit form can handle no longer

love me, long for me, lust for me
but let me be
blackened hearts turned away from thy holiness
i will declare!
fawkes!
where art thou in my time of need

hidden meanings bear no grudge
but pulls at the heartstrings of the innocent
i long for you more than a newborn for his mothers breast
but i shall not partake in this weakness

with you, there is
no peace.
no sleep.
no dreams.
no future.
no existence.
no humanity.

it’s time i forgot about you.

bah

im trying to sleep in writcomm lecture.
but some asshole forgot to turn on the main power for 2 aircon units, so we’re left with one.

fartcakes.

adlib

one thing larris doesn’t really know how to do yet does it well
but somehow can’t for one thing;

is move on.

walau

my stomach is churning.

the results of 4 teh tarik ice and one kopi ping in one day.
swear i’m gonna get diabetes, then get bedridden. not good.

weekend was fkin exhausting.
gig on sat.
gig on sun morn.
gig on sun night.

whole life gig.

pretty much din sleep on saturday night, just lepak play childish games, act horny (actually we were), smoke, eat potato chip drink chocolate milk then power nap 1 1/2 hr where justin, faz and i took turns to snore the hell out of each other.

FIRE FIRE! knncb.

then sunday, never bathe properly, whole day smell like pussy tear.
tired like shit, play at standard chartered marathon, then the bloody field so muddy like nabei liddat, my vans kena mud like no one’s business then shiok shiok.

is it me or is my diction non-existent here?

to a certain girl: I WILL PUKE ON YOUR FACE.

then i lazy talk alr.
kthxbai.

general merchandise

i shall now give in to my body’s desires and succumb to sleep.

if i die before i wake, i pray the Lord my soul to take.

advice and warnings

uncle! advice one piece;
better to cry over something that happened, than to long for something that could have.

a warning;
be wary of me.
i will hurt you, one way or another.
whether i meant it or not. (probably not.)
try not to get too close.

a scene kid; illustrated by nurul huda