MOUTHS OF BABES

HAPPY NEW YEAR

2006-01-01T23:38:00.000+08:00

Happy new year sad sad little world... may God's hatred be kind upon u.

:(

2005-12-23T02:33:00.000+08:00

Today proved to be a very frustrating day for me. I spent the whole day wanting to talk to a little flower that grows in the garden of delights but am foiled by the presence of my parents and uncle. If thts not happening then the flower is being potted somewhere else to be watered so tht she'll grow into a beautiful bloom to be displayed in church during christmas. This is so fucked up, and once i am available to talk, she sleeps. I guess i'm gettin back what i deserve. Why have i got nothing better to talk about in this blog other than my life? Am i that shallow? Why can't i rant about other things like the Saddam trials and the racial attacks in aus. Then again, i dun really care to comment about such events that are beyond my control. I jus miss talkin to my bloom. I so wanna see her. :( This holiday is really beginning to suck...

GOODNIGHT

2005-12-11T05:46:00.000+08:00

Just put the phone down on... goodnite my love. Sorry but u were fast asleep

HELLIDAY ON ICE

2005-12-04T01:00:00.000+08:00

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Jus arrived home from the Holiday on Ice show at the Putra Stadium... the theme 'hollywood'. And, like all the other ice-skating shows, this one had the usual stunts and grace and sometimes folly of any other show like it, the only difference is that all this was done with hollywood theme songs for the background instead of the usual Celine Dion number, which ironically had one song in this show also, the one for the titanic. The weird thing about this is the skaters were dancing to the theme of superman with costumes that looked something from Flash Gordon. The souvenir stand had a few fellas trying to sell of Holiday on Ice talcum powder. Talc?? Of all things. I inquired about it. All i got was a reply from one of a lady w a sickly sweet voice saying "doesnt it look like snow" as she pours some onto her hand from the promo bottle. Why am i bitching bout this dumb show? Fuck this...

DAHLIA

2005-11-29T04:53:00.000+08:00

i love this flower
with a withered and wearied soul
she bares fangs
with a conceited look and smile
she hurts everything
body, herself and me
but in ways too good to be true
as she dances her graces allure
i love this flower...

UPDATES

2005-11-29T04:51:00.000+08:00

life in a nutshell: exams in a week, dramatic decrease in smoking (which is now hampering my ability to think)...

Life in dramatic shameless bitching: not goin to australia in feb... good thing? :)

MV AND HOME

2005-10-08T22:58:00.000+08:00

Jus bck from midvalley after watching 'into the blue'... horrible show, and the only thing keeping me alive was me iron lung. thnk god.

URBAN GRAFFITI #4

2005-10-08T03:50:00.000+08:00

Hiding
Eye-candy for all today! Bella!!

IDIOT!!

2005-10-06T01:45:00.000+08:00

I certainly feel like one. Maybe I shouldn't have said anything? But i'm glad i did in some way. I should really learn to shut the fuck up.

Just got the computer thanks to dad. Missed it. Will be at college at 8 just in case.

WAITING

2005-10-03T00:28:00.000+08:00

its 1230am.. and we are still waiting.

HIGHLIGHTING BEDS AND LOVING PONDS

2005-10-02T20:21:00.000+08:00

A lot is..
A minute, tht you’re without
Hidden in sight
Biting our own bullets
And hiding people’s fears
Hearing singular rings
As we dash to a calling
Hoping among hope
That tomorrow is another day
Until we behold ones we crave
So badly tht it hurts
So badly tht it yearns
So badly tht it burns
So badly…

A lot is..
A minute, and counting

BOXCUTTER GIRLS #4.5

2005-10-02T04:00:00.000+08:00

Still working on boxcutter girls #5... Su Ann is being modelled after someone i am currently keeping my eye on. And no it aint a certain ferret :p.

To all who choose to waste their time by checking out my blog in order to feel better about their own shitty lives by deviating themselves from it, please feed sharkrella. If not, stop reading and please contribute thyselves for the betterment of mankind like curing AIDS.

ADVENT CHILDREN

2005-10-02T02:26:00.000+08:00

FF7: Advent Children
Watched it... on DVD. God bless the pirates. It was a great copy. Overall this movie was action over-kill and left no room for character development and for the storyline to evolve into something deeper. But what the hell, I've played the damn thing twice on the ps, and theres enough character development in the game to give you some.. if not freaking lot of understanding between the characters. One character tht I really did not expect to make an appearance in the movie was cait-sith (minus the moggle). The cg was breath-taking, Cloud's suit look a hell lot better and with the addition of a sheath for his swords strapped behind him.. *drool. But the biggest thing to drool about should be Tifa's breasts..which are still unbelievably large for her small frame. So to all who intend to watch this movie, LEAVE YOUR BRAINS AT HOME and just let your eyes be captivated by the gorgeous cg. I know I was...

DRAFT

2005-10-01T05:53:00.000+08:00

Calamity Jane
1st draft for the calam Jane comic i was working on with Chin. Scrapped. Had good potential and premise, but sloth got the best of us. Watching Advent Children later today with him. Chin watched it already and said there was too much eye candy and no depth in the movie... We shall see.

..HOME AT LAST

2005-10-01T05:41:00.000+08:00

I am home,
Thinking about you all the way,
I am tired,
But restless in this state i stay,
I am missing,
You again all over again,
I am kissing,
The neon lights of suburbia goodnight,
I am inside,
and outside your room,
I am stuck,
Under the brilliance of the moon,
I am with,
You still... and away from home,
I am always,
at windows throwing stones.

MISSING A LOT

2005-09-30T03:49:00.000+08:00

Wondering if my incision slumbers into bliss at this moment... Or how she is.

-untitled-

2005-09-29T04:54:00.000+08:00

Coerced into you by forces unknown...

and the Glass Handed Kites

2005-09-29T00:30:00.000+08:00

Glass
I think the cover art looks like crap. But since i dun have a copy of the album, who am i to complain on whether it sucks or not. So till then...

2005-09-25T22:47:00.000+08:00

MEW,NEW ALBUM, TOMORROW

nuff said...

COMPOSURE

2005-09-25T22:13:00.000+08:00

I remember a corner,
where a flower grew,
who had ruptured arteries,
from excessive water,
fed into her by owners,
who cant hear her scream,
tht "enough was enough",
until she broke,
then the tears came,
like floods,
like beautiful carnage,
like broken caresses,
and all she did was grow,
in her corner,
like every other flower,
only difference was,
she cried... too much.

BOXCUTTER GIRLS #4

2005-09-25T00:22:00.000+08:00

Chapter 4: From Starbucks with love...

Kay continued sitting in starbucks sipping her stupid coffee of the week and with a rhumba sitting next to it so as to chill from her from the humidity of the intense heat of the urban hell that she lived in. Her pack of ciggarettes had dwindled from a gloriously full pack to a measly 2 sticks. She knew she would have to leave the place she had grown accustomed to for the last 2 hours to the nearby 7-11 if she wanted to replenished herself. How regret and anger filled her insides for rushing out the house earlier on and amazingly forgetting her laptop. With nothing to do, she indulged in something she had long lost pleasure for... observing people and their daily antics... how she managed to draw humor from a man opposite her table eyeing the little ladies as they passed by remains a mystery to all but to Kay, it was a testament to mankind's surrender to his/her carnal instincts given our impressive level of evolution. Thoughts raced thru her mind and words like 'bible', 'miscreant', and 'lollipop' often popped up. Another stick... embers melting into thinness and ultimately, oblivion. Snubbed as quickly as it was lighted. Last stick...

Then she heard her name from a distance. A distance too near. Like behind her. She turned...

I WANT

2005-09-24T18:12:00.000+08:00

NANO
I WANT!I WANT!I WANT!I WANT!I WANT!I WANT!I WANT!I WANT!I WANT!I WANT!I WANT!I WANT!I WANT!I WANT!I WANT!I WANT!I WANT!I WANT!I WANT!I WANT!I WANT!I WANT!I WANT!I WANT!I WANT!I WANT!I WANT!I WANT!I WANT! I WANT you... to have and to hold, to bear witness as time takes it toll, on our frail souls, selling us short of ourselves...

All I Want For Christmas is... An iPod Nano or You

2005-09-23T07:08:00.000+08:00

CHRISTMAS by DOM
Old stuff i unearthed. Forgot why this didnt make the cut.
Btw... Fuck the iPod mini, The iPod nano looks amazing... I WANT!! Hear that Serena!! CALL UPON GOD TO GIVE ME ONE!!!

The Cyclic Depression of Repeated Mornings...

2005-09-23T06:55:00.000+08:00

Victims of the Partial Heart

we are,
wanting,
hoping,
waiting,
loving,
unerving,
serving,
something...
so tremendous,
so arduous,
and wondrous..ly beckoning,
it is,
that we are,
wanting again,
hoping against,
waiting longer,
loving stronger,
unerving nerves,
serving courage,
something i need...

BOXCUTTER GIRLS #3

2005-09-23T06:24:00.000+08:00

Chapter 3: Thru rhythm of timeless seasons

Then Ahlia woke, unperturbed by last night, when it rained alcohol and nicotine from the apartment skies. Her groggy insides sheltered a pain waiting to stab her insides and when it did, it came with such intensity that her legs sprang into action and hauled her tired body off to the toilet to regurgitate bits of food and parts of her stomach into the toilet bowl. She stayed on the tiled floor for a while, unable to summon up any strength to move away from her place of release. Again it came. And after a few minutes of forcing herself to discharge nothingness and a lot of saliva, she rested. And again it would come. After nearly an hour of repeated attempts to clear her system, she dragged herself up to the sink and washed her mouth which felt dry and foul from the stomach acids. She swore she had heard both her other housemates’ outside her room earlier in the day. Justine’s door was wide open revealing a sleeping Su Ann inside. She couldn’t be bothered given her current state. Truth be told with all the crap she’s been bringing to the house, Ahlia has learnt quickly to just shut her out of her life. Saves her a lot of anguish and stress, something she and Justine couldn’t afford with their semester coming to end.

The previous day’s finished laundry lay on top of her study table. A self proclaimed slob to all who had dared venture into her room and somehow her room has remained in the apocalyptic state it has been in since she moved into it just to prove her point. Cigarettes! The first thing to come to her mind. As she gazed outside into the road, it dawned onto her that half the day has gone by. She walked into her room and leisurely got dresses. She knew Kay wouldn’t be anywhere else asides Starbucks. Then she caught a glimpse of Kay’s laptop on her desk through her room door which was left ajar. Ahl stopped for a couple of seconds. Wondered, about life, about god, about whether she should take the laptop with her. Kay rarely left her laptop at home. Ahlia picked up the laptop shoved it in its case and carried it with her outside into the brightness of the afternoon. She closed the doors behind her taking one last look inside, at Su Ann, then closed it.

2005-09-16T06:31:00.000+08:00

nothing's gonna change my world...

TUESDAY MORNING and ME

2005-09-13T03:39:00.000+08:00

I can’t stand it no more… having to watch what I write in this blog. This is suppose to be the ultimate medium of irresponsible free expression and displacement of the mankinds utter stupidity and dissatisfaction with their own sex life. In other words a blog is suppose to be frustration made word. It needs to come out now! Behold the ravings/rantings of a mad man…

I WANT BUTTONS!! I WANT BUTTONS!!
And more buttons…

INCISIONSLAMENTINGOPPRESSIONVEINEXTR
ADITEYESOURUGLYGREATONLYHATCHEDHOU
SEUTTERSANYTHINGYELLOWMADEINSIDENIH
ILANTGRASPSSOMETIMESONLYMELLOWSUND
ERCRINGINGHEARTSACCEPTINGNOTHINGDRE
SSEDINMINIATUREILLUSIONSSENDINGSHOCK
SYESTERDAYONTOUSFOREVERYTHINGRIGHTR
REALLYEXACTLYTURNSLIESYONDER

Freud’s free association technique… shows whats on my mind during this ungodly hour. Perhaps I’ll rant another time when I really feel like it. I just feel tired now.

PRESSIE, PRESSIE, PRESSIE!!

2005-09-13T02:13:00.000+08:00

Banana Lolly
It's good to know someone knows what i like :)
Thank you my lime flavored skittle

Reunion of Post War Slackers!

2005-09-10T05:24:00.000+08:00

I am reunited w Ryan. A bitch that surprised me after i recovered from my tummy ache from consuming baking soda and water in an attempt to neutralize the acidity in my body, seriously...

Spent the entire nite talking and roaming around KL stopping only to get some vitagen to quench me. Disclaimer: no anal intrusion among the 2 of us. Ryan cooked some shitty fried rice (with pork) which further aggravated my tummy ache. I think it was the canned pork. Anyway, my stomach still feels like it was fucked from behind... so goodnite urban hell of my beloved KL. Good to know everyones doing well... when will i stirke my 4D loterry and be a millionaire?!?!!

Goodnite lil pufferfish.

The little people in my room.

2005-08-29T21:10:00.000+08:00

Addie

BOXCUTTER GIRLS #2

2005-08-20T20:49:00.000+08:00

Chapter 2: Sleeping our sleepless slumber

Her eyes slowly opened themselves. The sound of Kay washing up usually greeted her. How fresher she felt today compared to most days. The extended sleeping hours did her an entire world of good. The one constant that she had come to expect in the mornings for the last three weeks was the sight of Su Ann, her cousin, on the other side of the room. The red LED lights in her clock flashed 12.30. Fuck! Its noon she thought to herself. She paced hurriedly to the toilet and after that the television. Her panties and shirt still clinging heavily to her body like excess fat. She channel surfed for a while, lingered on the Nickelodeon channel and finally threw the remote away. Her thoughts locomotively rushed through her head screaming How the fuck did I get stuck in this mess? And where can a fucking cigarette be when you need one? FUCK!! Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCKKK!! She pondered on whether or not she should join Kay at the Starbucks down her road to escape the holocaust of her residence.

The cousin, like her, was in KL for her studies but was staying with her uncle. She was too much of a nuisance towards the uncle that the once very liberal man had to impose certain restrictions and rules while she was under his roof. The midnight curfew apparently was much too unbearable for the socialite cousin that she finally ran away from her cruel and unreasonable uncle. With no where to go, she sought refuge with her cousin Justine. At first Justine thought that this was a terrible time for Ann and that she could use all the help she could get at the time. Plus, the elation of helping another was all the thanks Justine’s ego could wish for at the end of the day. Three weeks later, what little bit of generosity that existed in Justine has dissipated and replaced with the objective of getting rid of every trace left behind from her parasitic cousin and somehow force her back to her uncle to seek forgiveness. Ever since her cousin came to stay with her, Ann’s boyfriend has also been another unwelcome frequent flyer within the house. Justine’s room, from a beautiful daily retreat, had become a shagging pad for both cousin and boyfriend who weirdly do not believe in using condoms but have both brilliantly established an abortion fund between them just in case. As her semester drew closer to an end, Justine’s assignments were becoming too much to bear and it really didn’t help that Ann was prancing half naked around the house with a totally naked boyfriend locked in the room. Now at the edge of sanity, she just needed to talk to Kay.

BOXCUTTER GIRLS #1

2005-08-20T20:47:00.000+08:00

Chapter 1: The brightest light fades

Kay awoke, sweating, cradled from the creaking bed in her two room apartment. The foul stench of yesterday’s festive of beer, cigarettes, chips and some unidentifiable yellow cream left the air acrid and reeking of mildewed clothes. In the next room, Justine still lay dead bodied, face down and fast asleep with her limbs astretched in each corner of the bed. Her cousin who was staying here against Justine’s better wishes also lay half dead in the other corner of the room. Kay walked groggily towards the toilet, turned the sink tap on and gazed violently at her emaciated self at the medicine cabinet mirror. How she hated herself and the feeling of glorifying a new day. The mornings weren’t exactly her best of times. They were just indications of another typical and dreary day. She never felt comfortable outside but she knew that she would finally have to step through her apartment doors into the pathetic reality that mankind deludes themselves into thinking that there will be some goodness beyond life’s sadistic version of routine. Somehow, the feeling of artificiality in everything around her never ceased to evade her thoughts at 10 o’clock.

She hurriedly got dressed and stepped out in her black tank and faded jeans into the blistering heat of the afternoon straight to the Starbucks down her road. The corporate caffeine dispenser seemed to be the only thing in her life that she knew she could count on. Anytime she needed her fix, there it was. Everything else in her life was in shambles. Then suddenly, what little bit of order she had control over went out the window, the whole world went into a spiral and everything, every little thing went horribly wrong. The new guy, Jon, as his nametag suggested, at the counter replaced the familiar face of Eleanor. The coffee now tasted slightly more bitter than usual. The beans lingered in her mouth longer than they usually do. It was like she could feel the arsenic in her cigarettes with every drag from one. The interruption, the acuity of her senses, the state of the world, the cancer stricken people, the Iraqi war, the depleting ice caps in the north pole, AIDS, God, her parents, the little scab on her left wrist, all made her wanted to break down and shriek her heart out until she was too tired then hopefully wake up in a better place… but she managed to pull herself together into the steely confines of her chair and continue sipping the afternoon roast of bitterness.

THIS IS MEW!

2005-08-05T03:01:00.000+08:00

MEW

URBAN GRAFFITI #3

2005-08-04T18:09:00.000+08:00

RELEASE
Cant say how much i miss you,
So I'll draw it out.
Babes, love u 10 litres, sometimes 11, mostly oceans...

RED RED RED

2005-07-27T19:53:00.000+08:00

I have finally broken the monotomy of my room!! Now every morning i shall wake up to the brilliant sight of 1 coat of maroon on my wall... want to apply second coat but too lazy. Plus the first coat looks like a painting aredi. I would like to extend a huge thank you to my slaves Chiam and Jerry for helping me (and doing most of the work while i supervise) AND also a no thank you to Yang, Ui Hua and God for being of no help at all.

2005-07-25T22:14:00.000+08:00

KINOKO!!!

PENANG!! I HATE U

2005-07-25T21:59:00.000+08:00

Bck from the penang, land of good asam laksa, horrible drivers and fucked up lovers who dont touch each other. And the worst thing bout this trip is tht everyone brought everything but a fucking camera so no pictures for anyone to gander at while flashes of their own fucked up and mundane life come to mind. Drew tons of pictures while the waves crashed against the rocks. Beautiful place we got. To have your ears perpetually bathed in the sound of waves as you sleep..... blissful. To have Qian complain about how cold the freggin air con is in the middle of the night... not so blissful. For those 3 days... its like circumstance and God banded together in an attempt to make my life a living hell. Only great time i had was the 15 minute walk on the beach in the morning ALONE!! and also the sweet sensual taste of asam laksa on the tongue with little bits of fish stuck in between my teeth. Good nite kl... I love u my sweet carbon monoxide choked city. Tired as hell. Frustrated as hell. Depressed as hell. I hate my life... most of all, I fucking hate Penang.

Did i mention Ui Hua's air conditioning in his car was fukked up so we spent 5 hours sweating all the way there in the car and back again. Cept the driver and passenger who had the windows down while nicely blowing on the ciggs as the ashes fly towards my face in the fucking back while i was sleeping. FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!

2.05am and drizzling

2005-07-21T02:00:00.000+08:00

Redoing damn room... stupid 2 litre paint costs 50bucks. Brushes gonna costs 10bucks. Manage to con Ui Hua and Chiam to help me with the tasks. Just bought plastic container (huge arse one) to store all me comics. My room has never looked so clean. I hate it...

SUBSTANCE ABUSE PAPER

2005-07-14T04:19:00.000+08:00

I am feeling abysmal now... crammed for the substance abuse exam 12 hours from now. I seriously need divine intervention now. The embrace of my bed hopefully would soothe me. Not even Wilson Phillips calms me now. This is definitely cause for concern. I hate blogging. Its starting to feel tedious. I have nothing to constructive or life shaking to talk about most of the time anyway. As apparently obvious for the lack of posts on this shitty blog

WHY ARE WE SO ALONE EVEN WITH COMPANY?

2005-07-13T18:44:00.000+08:00

mew
I love Mew...

CRABS

2005-07-13T18:34:00.000+08:00

I swear I came online to do something but cant...

Substance Abuse exam tomorrow... I am so dead. Aside abusing them, I cant remember anything else about drugs. God help me.

SABAH ON MY MIND

2005-07-07T14:32:00.000+08:00

Kota Kinabalu, Sabah
God...I miss KK so damn much. The place was tranquil and the scenery was just so expanse, soothes and opens the mind in more ways than one. A much needed retreat from the urban hell of KL.

URBAN GRAFFITI #2

2005-07-07T04:35:00.000+08:00

i will survive
Another lonely morning, sleep still does not come to this weary hands of mine. These times of the days are becoming very redundant.

4AM and the space in my head

2005-07-04T03:48:00.000+08:00

whiteboard marker
Assignments taking their toll already on my brain, so i decided to take a break and do something. This came out. 10mins.

Back to assignments...

URBAN GRAFFITI #1

2005-07-03T15:59:00.002+08:00

Bluebell in motion

Do not feed my kitten here too!!

2005-07-03T09:25:00.000+08:00

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