Stone Session

This picture amuses me. I got it off everyonedoesit.com. Was looking for something funny to see like a video or flash anime when I came across their picture gallery. Funny shit. Then again, what's not? heheheheheh

***tokes :) =) :) =) =) =)

Gojira! Gojira!!

***1723 hours on a boring Thursday Afternoon

A green tree lizard has decided to make a home in our living room.

I tried to catch it with a huge used towel but it kept running away. It's a lizard, so I can't blame him but I so wish that he'd just stay put so that I can bring him outside.

While trying to catch it, I've also realized that the lizard bears a striking resemblance to my friend, Fabian.

I've also concluded that Fabian is the gayest name ever.

I'd go watch tv in the living room but the lizard is there. *sigh*

*Sinks lower into chair*

***0058 hours, 30th Sept 2005

I managed to get the damn lizard out of the house with a plastic bag covering my hand. I daren't touch it with my bare hands.

A good night all in all. Played mahjong with the usual players. Won again.

Managed to configure my adsl connection to the pc and my laptop. Now I'm wireless even at home! YEAY!!!!

*spins around wildly until head hits the floor and contiues lying down watching the ceiling spin*

I'm the man!

Another Day in Paradise?

I think not!

6:00pm on a boring Tuesday evening.

The front of my house faces the west. Therefore I'm typing this with the sunlight streaming through my window to the left. I hate it. I would get up to close the curtains but I'm feeling lethargic, perhaps from the hits I took last night. Another dreamless slumber. I woke up today, took one look at the display time on my trustee little cell and thought "Good Lord it's 4pm!! Congratulations!" Tomorrow, I intend to sleep until 5pm. That way I don't have to see much of the sun at all.

6:03pm on a boring Tuesday evening

Staring at my screen again. It's kinda euphoric. I have spent the past two hours getting the "chatterbox" up on my page. I finally did it, as you can see. HAH! The next thing to do is to place the visitors counter thingy up. Unfortunately, the site where it's available seems to be down.

*strangles gloomy doll #137*

Guilt
Guilt hinders. I'm sure everyone knows that. If you didn't know that you're probably an idiot. Why do some people feel guilty for the things that they do or say? I mean, if you are going to feel guilty about it, then why do it? Why say it? I refuse to let guilt get to me! Infact, from now on, I shall be guilt-free. There is nothing that I say or do that will make me feel bad. Other people will just have to learn to deal with it!

And to those that disagree with me and think that I lack conscience...



...and if you do not comprehend the above two words, I'll strangle you like I did the gloomy dolls!

*stops breathing and counts to 10. Starts breathing again*

***Half of the people I know should cease to breathe.

For He's A Jolly Good Weiner..

Fernando Alonso has done it! The youngest man ever to win an F1 Championship title!!!




Well..that's about as much celebration as I'm gonna be doing tonight.

Watching the F1 always brings about fond memories. Not that I can recall them now. Thinking and typing is so hard when one is stoned. Mind-Hand coordination is totally non-existent.

Listening to the same Chinese song over and over. I just realized that good Chinese songs are usually about love, breaking up, love, promises, love, happiness, love. Chinese rap/rock/jazz/other genres are just not good!

My mutated monkey gods are staring at me again. One of them is hiding my bong for me. Everytime I talk about my mutated monkey gods, people look at me weird. I tried explaining to them that those mutated monkeys are just teddy bears that I bought from McDonald's a few years back. Remember those little bears? Yes, I have all of them. I still stand by my statement that they do not look like bears at all. Hence, mutated monkeys!!

***Note to self, post pictures of the mutated monkeys in the near future.

Currently looking for a new book to read. My sister has gotten hold of a copy of Growing Up Pains: Adrian Mole. It's the second book after The Secret Diary of Adrian Mole; Age 13 3/4. And after reading that first book, I have no wish to read the second book at all. No way! Still thinking of the next book to read.

Oh yes, Kimi Raikonnen talks like a mouse. Kinda cute but has a great potential of annoying you the more you hear him talk.

I shall leave this as it is, lest I get too carried away.

Spiraling Towards Earth...

...and soaring just 3 inches above ground.

Topic of the day: Adrian Mole.



Reading this diary of a pre-pubescent child has proved to be quite bland. I was somewhat disappointed because I kept expecting big things to happen.

How did I come about reading this book? I was having a discussion with a close acquaintance of mine and she asked if I had ever read The Secret Diary of Adrian Mole, Age 13 3/4 when I was younger. I told her that I hadn't. She gave me a very dramatic but somewhat superfluous gasp and promptly went on a rant about how good it was. So I went in search of it and now that I have the book, I feel a little bit sick in the stomach for buying it just because another person swears that it's good. Never trust the critics!

Adrian Mole is a 13 year old kid who thinks that he's an intellectual and can't decide if he wants to be a vet or a poet. He's also very vain and worries about his acne a little too much. He lives with his father, who is still hung up about his wife running off with the neighbour. His best friend is Nigel who stole the love of his life, Pandora. How screwed is that? Of course, they're only 13 so Pandora broke up with Nigel to be with another fellow from school. Adrian is also the only person it seems who is paying for the livelihood of the school bully Barry Kent (Or atleast I think it was Barry Kent) Don't we all just love high school drama?

Suffice to say, the book is about a 13 year old loser, dealing with separated parents and backstabbing bitches in school.

I don't get it. What's so interesting about it? Am I missing the point? What does my friend see in the book that I don't? Maybe I read it a little too late. Perhaps if I had read this when I was 13-14, I'd find it much more appealing.

*Shrugs and Sigh*

Weight = Ego, vice versa.

What do I look like now? LOOK ABOVE DUMBASS!

Here's my dillemma. I don't feel like smoking pot tonight, mainly because I think I've killed too many braincells in the past couple of weeks. On the other hand, if I don't smoke up, I feel homicidal. Go figure.

Hanging out in IRC just doesn't cut it. Everytime I log into some channel and say "I have steel nipples!" they kick me out within the next 2 seconds. I hope the ops in there grow fat and ugly like this!



Then again they probably look like that already.

I hate fat people! They eat too much, they talk too much and they're usually too cocky and think that they're about as omniscient as God. The size of the person determines the ego. All those crappy movies about how some fat bitch or bastard is feeling all inferior and sad because he/she is fat and alone is pure bullshit.

The worse kinds are those who were thin and hot before but grew fat because they somehow lost control of their diet. They live in the illusion that they're still thin and hot and pretty desireable. Well news flash people! You're all fat, ugly and egotistical! It's just too bad that their brains aren't as big as their asses!

If you think that's not bad enough, there's still another variable that can be added into the above that makes them even more despicable. Money! Rich people who were thin and hot before but grew fat and ugly; and still think that they're hot and pretty desirable and possess egotistical qualities, possibly thinking that us women are just in it for their cash are the worst. I'll refer to these group of people as Dipshits. Kuching is full of them! DIE DIPSHIT! DIE!!

I mean, good God! Have they never tried looking into the mirror?! If a mirror is unavailable, I'd suggest that they look into the toilet bowl for their reflection in the water. What in God's name makes them think that some of us women can love a face and build like that? I'll bet even their moms don't think they're cute chubby and loveable anymore. Yes, women are superficial but some of us prefer looks over those greens.

Yes! That is a fact!

*curls into a foetal position, rocking back and forth crying "make it go away..make it go away..make it go away.." over and over again*

Fillers For My Soul, My Oh So Decrepit Soul

The window to my left is constantly reminding me that the world still exists, no matter how hard I try not to acknowledge it.

Here's what I'd like to see every morning when I wake up:

1. Not the sun
2. Not my mom
3. The view above.

Mainly because it doesn't have anyone in it.