Saturday, October 02, 2004
Friday, August 27, 2004
wazzaaaa..
fuck you...
in case you're thinking,"he's not referring to me",you're wrong..dead fucking wrong..
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7:10 AM and they said..
Wednesday, August 18, 2004
Isn't Friendster just wonderful?
From now on,i'll put up a Friendster profile that's particularly interesting every week.
This particular profile will be soo totally wah piang eh,you'll shit yourself twice within 5 minutes.
This week,the honour goes to...................................
Wah Piang Profile Of The Week
Yes. You saw it. Please believe it mister believe it please. The purest representation of the street rhyming art form: HIP HAP.
"Came to do ma'thing & ya'll gonna see me fling ma'BlingBling & sho'me tinkering, ya'll do the thinking...I flow ma'moves like I'm some kid from N'Sync..."
Like fucking whoa. No shit. This guy's so dope he namechecks N'sync.
"What I Fear most, is fallin' In love...Coz once U've made a wrong move, U're toast...Don't make me confused...Don't make me think back to those times...Where so many homies I've used"
Pow pow kahpow! From the way he uses the term "homies",you would have thought they were tampons.
I love Friendster. Don't you?
(I just realised that the profile is too small to be seen and i can't be half-arsed to edit it to make it bigger but you can access the Wah Piang Profile Of The Week through this link http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=8843372 .)
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4:59 AM and they said..
Monday, August 16, 2004
Power To The Gedegah!! Gedegah To The Core
I love Indian boys that can dance like Usher. I really do. Well. At least Hannan does.
(Disclaimer: Although i'd like to believe i have great photoshop skills,i did not edit this picture. It was on the main picture of the Friendster profile of the Indian male above. I do not know him but i find that the fire and the yin/yang symbol really accentuates his intrinsic Usher and Michael Jackson parallels.) And Hannan finds him cute.
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7:03 AM and they said..
Looking for some place to record your musical musings and memoirs? I've got just the shit for you. At 40 bucks per track (professional studios charge 60-80 dollars per hour and you can take up to 2-3 hours to record a track. Do the math fuckers.) it's the cheapest ass shit with the same professional quality. Trust me. I'm never wrong. Serious.
Contact Unheard Recordings at funkyfungus@hotmail.com
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9:08 AM and they said..
Wednesday, August 11, 2004
A few reasons why The O.C is the greatest show on planet televison.
- Firstly,The O.C has,in my humble infallible opinion,the best making out scenes on TV ever as long as Marissa (the anorexic bitch) is not in it..The lighting,the mood and the setting of the make-out scenes is totally fucking awesome.But i'm still waitimg for Anna to have a 5 minute make out scene with Summer. Lesbians totally rocks!!
- The O.C (contrary to popular belief) is not another pseudo-Beverly Hills 90210 or Dawson's Creek even though it reeks of the same stinking cheesy script and good looking actors/actresses. The real gems of wisdom are found in the story and plot of the epsiodes every week which seems to reveal how full of shit girls really are. I believe i can assume that Marissa is the generic template upon which God created females and is everything every member of the female species aspires to be(in other words, a naive skinny bitch).
_ The O.C exposes the underhand tactics of Platomons( a cross breed of the irritating male platonic friend and a Pokemon) who worships every armpit hair of his female friend who he harbours secret desires for. This gives ample time for smart,witty,creative rockstar boyfriends (like yours truly) to come up with counter-tactics which will render their platomon tactics like "confide", "buy sweet for you" totally obsolete. KA-POW BIATCH!!
Rockstar Boyfriend 1 Platomon 0.
I think i'm gona work on an essay on this shit and pass it up to my GP teacher with a communist name,Chan Chee Peng.
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8:46 AM and they said..
Tuesday, August 03, 2004
i knew a girl
she sang a lovely song
and she smiled at me
as i tried to sing along
she told me her story
of how she broke cupid's heart
she sat there and cried
pools of crimson blood
but it'll get easier
as you move on
and as you get older
you'll sing new songs
i once knew an old man
had the hollow eyes of a gun
he taught me not to smile too much
for that's the sign of the devil's son
and so i sat and ponder
over those meaningless words
and the countless times that i've laughed
and the ones where i got hurt
but it'll get easier
as i run faster
burning form the velocity
of being society's cancer
it'll get easier
it always does
at least that's how it is in the movies
it'll get easier
it always does
that's how they sing it on the radio
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5:26 AM and they said..
Monday, July 26, 2004
we keep denying trying to be famous
but we do these deeds,oh so shameless
a pistol whip could hardly tame us
with the steel in our eyes,we'll never die nameless
how long before i make a fool of myself
how long before i decay on your shelf
how long before i make a fool of myslef
how long before i decay on your shelf
we're the stubborn root of all that we create
a design for another fairytale
we delude ourselves on things that we hate
staring straight into singing bullets that ricochet
how long before i make a fool of myslef
how long before i decay on your shelf
how long before i make a fool of myslef
how long before i decay on your shelf
Another mundane on and on and on and on and on. Nothing's gonna change my world.
And just for the heck of it,i'ma post a pic of the infamous Sports Day Cheerleading crossdressing fiasco involving yours truly..
How come i'm more "sek" than 99% of girls out there? (FYI: I'm the one in the center with the commanding cheerleader pose)
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6:45 AM and they said..
woah. apparently you muthafuckas are too cool for school eh?
with your mtv-esque retro specs sitting at the the back of the band munching on old chunky pussy eh? music's all about being image-conscious and "ooh..wonder what little mary with the rotten crotch is thinking of me?" eh? i spit on that piece of crap that u brand indie if that's the suffocating tag you bestow upon your sorry self. talking all that jazz and wearing all that Jet. and singing about virginal high school love complete with Simple Plan riffs and chords. whoa. "you're looking so retro. your hair's touching your ears. i bet you play guitar. i bet you have a band." i bet you have a 2 inch dick that you can shove up your arse and still have room for that sorry excuse for a face. butt-lick yourself assholes.
sometimes i wonder why do i even bother.
fuck music in singapore.
fuck singapore.
fuck music.
fuck indie rockers.
fuck "HIP-HAPPERS"
i'm gonna comb my hair centre parting tomorrow.
at least i'll be conforming and having my own 5 room flat in 7 years time.
sit ah some more behind Old Chang Kee.
stupid Tapestry fucks.
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6:49 AM and they said..
