tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41373332011-04-22T06:15:13.053+08:00''If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is, infinite'' - William Blakekong yokehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02011125546003484736noreply@blogger.comBlogger541100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4137333.post-65450402445248914472007-06-21T11:41:00.000+08:002007-06-21T11:42:40.991+08:00

You are The FoolThe Fool is the card of infinite possibilities. The bag on the staff indicates that he has all he need to do or be anything he wants, he has only to stop and unpack. He is on his way to a brand new beginning. But the card carries a little bark of warning as well. Stop daydreaming and fantasising and watch your step, lest you fall and end up looking the fool. What Tarot Card are

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Nah...for you...now stop whining.VERSE 1: I’m a boiling pot of anger,Proximity is danger,But that’s just the way that I am.All scalding emotions,No salves, potions nor lotions,Can soothe me from this hell where I’m damned.So I walk my life all aloneAnd built an armour of fortified boneFrom the tips of my toes to my chin.Ooh and then you cameAnd my life’s not the same,Now who’s going to save me

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Greed:Medium Gluttony:Medium Wrath:Low Sloth:Low Envy:Very Low Lust:Very High Pride:Very Low Discover Your Sins - Click Here

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It's a Saturday morning.I'm sitting in the office.There's nothing to do on Saturdays.Chern told me to make Saturday my blogging day.I'm in love with Chern.I'm supposed to be doing some layout work for some press ads.But I'm feeling very, VERY horny.I need a man.

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Baa, baa,Black Sheep,You're such a bloody fool!Yes sir,Yes sir,Judgement is so cruel!One for the Master,None for the Lame,One for the withered heartWhich knew only shame.Baa, baa,Black Sheep,Bite the hands that rule!Yes sir,Yes sir,Smash the Builder's tool!One for the murder,One for the blame,One for the Little VoiceSo foul and insane.

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CHAPTER IIThe Cat's SoliloquyFIRST ACTSCENE – A trendy oasis at the heart of the city, lights dim. [A woman is seated on a stool at the counter of the bar]WOMAN: I can give you everything except the one thing you want most. In the name of Love, you will deny its importance at first, but it will soon frustrate you as it will upset me. It is only a matter of time before you tire from the ordeal.Don

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You are Sakaki-san! I want to meet you. In fact,everyone does. You're the coolest person outthere. You are just inherently cool. But...you wish you weren't. You'd give it all up forbeing cute. Really really cute. You becomeobsessed by things and focus on them 100% ofthe time... and never with any results. Youget easily embarrased and are very shy. Yourarely feel comfortable in your own body.

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CHAPTER IThe Butterfly’s WisdomOnce upon a distant timeA woman said to a man,I love you, I love you,I will hold your hand.Once upon another timeA woman said to a woman,I love you, I love you,Am I possessed by a demon?Once upon a different timeA woman said to a lover,I love you, I love you,I will hurt you like no other.Once upon an inconsequent timeA woman said to a friend,I love you, you love me,

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I'm not quite sure which among these I should save up for:1. iPod Nano2. Samsung SGH-E7603. a super-powerful laptop4. to and fro tickets to France5. a brand new pair of industrial-sized titties

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This is what happens when you sleep an average of 30 minutes a day for a whole week and there's work to be done and the client keeps hounding your ass because his clients keep hounding his ass and there's a deadline to meet and the herculean task of completing something, meant to be done in a span of a month, into five freaking days.And so for the first time in my entire life, I had a nervous

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I've only slept a total of 8 hours for the past week. So much so,I'm starting to look like Mel in her days working at a certain multinational ad agency...except I'm slimmer.When are clients gonna understand that under unreasonable time constraints everything will fuck up?My entire flat looks like there was a major party going on the night before...but there wasn't...I've been drinking more tea

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fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck this shit i hate your guts you manipulative little bitch you come and go at your own fucking fancy like you fucking own me and i fucking let you fucking own me i wish you'll fuck off for good if you're gonna die then stay dead don't come back and haunt me with your fucked up memories and giving me false hopes you left me you left me you

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It was a cold and dim morning, as it had rained the whole night before; and the clouds were still making soft percussion music with the pitter-patter of their drizzle whilst the their sisters, the mist, danced and floated about to the rhythm. It was cold and dim, but it was lively. Her mother draped a shawl over her shoulders and tied it firmly around her neck. It was a lovely shawl made of warm

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A slender figure,Screaming Shakespeare,She was once strong and tall.A lightning rod,The might of God,The rumbling of her fall.An open field,A mental shield,What is it for?Don’t let it go on,Protect the sacred bond,A friendship chore.Whisper a lie,Kiss her goodbye,She’s done all she could.Taste her lipsWith your fingertips,She’s leaving for good.The calming of the rage,The tearing of the page,Burn

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Ah,Now I seeYou had chosen himOver me.Ah,Now I knowIt was allJust another show.SoThen it is,Your lipsI shan’t kiss.SoThen be it,We never wereTo fit.StillI will loveDespiteThe push and shove.StillYou will beThe one and only oneFor me.

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Hush now! The curtains are drawing back,She’s going to repeat her greatest act,The wooden marionettes are dancingAs she breathes fiction derived from fact.She pretends you’re in the front seatSo she can pretend to not see you there,Secretly she hopes you will come and breakThe façade, the fakery, the theatrical fanfare.She has been waiting for you for so long now,Do you still have your ticket in

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Director: Some Spanish Dude Whose Name Sounds Like A Shopping Mall Named After A Hong Kong Triad Leader.Cast: Indie Actor, Ubiquitous Dumb Blonde with a Great Pair of Tits, Great Pair of Tits (they deserve to be treated as separate entities), Fat Guy, Old Skool Man of Science, Bearded Detective, Ugly Broad, Mute Kid, Yellow Bird.I’ve always had a thing for independent movies, for while they lack

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Good news, sire! The walls have crumbled and the enemy has surrendered! We can now rest our backs and indulge in the spoils!Rest? Why, I've barely exerted myself! I'm afraid there will be no rest. We must push on while the army is still restless and hungry. There are still more territories to conquer and claim. Cities to create and construct. Temples to build and rebuild. We cannot allow this

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#10:The Rubik Cube#9:That shitty "Logic" game in Nokia 8210 phones#8:That shitty "Rotation" game in Nokia 8210 phones#7:Understanding Acturial Management: The Actuarial Control Cycle by Bellis, Shepherd, and Lyon#6:Badminton#5:Pool#4:Wittgenstein and his funky theories on Logic#3:Coherent, intellectual conversations#2:Daily Crosswords in NST#1:Numbers and Mathematics

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Little fairy feet of fourWill dance around my path no more.Little velvet paws of twoShall catch butterflies for neither me nor you.Little brown nose wet and small,Will not peek out from behind the wall.Little brown ears sharp like a fox's,Will not poke out from my shoe boxes.Little blue eyes so mischievous and bright,Will not peer out from the dark of night.Little pink tongue rough yet delicate,

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DATE: 23 JANUARY 2000DAY: SUNDAYTIME: 7.14pmBright buttons blue!Bright buttons two!Whiskers white,So long and light,Brush! Brush! Brush!Paddy paws pink!Paddy paws pink!Pounce, prance,Leap, dance,Tap! Tap! Tap!Watch her playCatch-invisible-prey,Hide-and-seekAnd jump-at-feet,Chase-aroundAnd roll-on-the-ground,Peek-a-booAnd bite-your-toes, too!Oh! What a delight!Is this crazy creature of the night!

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The bane and the blessing,The cruel and the kind,I can heal your heartAnd also twist your mind.I am a persistent diseaseAnd a powerful infliction,I alone brought down TroyAnd led Jesus to his crucifixion.I am also a white shamanWith infinite spells and potionsTo cure all that is brokenAnd fix all misconceptions.I can bring infinite pain,I can create absolute beauty,As you will live for my sakeAnd

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Part Expert KisserYou're a kissing pro, but it's all about quality and not quantityYou've perfected your kissing technique and can knock anyone's socks offAnd you're adaptable, giving each partner what they craveWhen it comes down to it, your kisses are truly unforgettablePart Passionate KisserFor you, kissing is about all about following your urgesIf someone's hot, you'll go in for the kiss -

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I wanted to tell him that he has the most beautiful face I've ever laid eyes on in my entire life. I wanted him to know that despite everything, to my eyes, his appearance hasn't changed. He is, and always will be, as beautiful as the day I began to love him. I wished he could hear me sigh in utter admiration when his long hair falls untidily around his face, framing his perfection. I wished I

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Jessey and I, we would have made the ultimate quirky love story. Chance collides with coincidence countered with cheekiness.You see, we didn’t meet while in school or college and held hands on our way to classes; neither did we meet in a club and exchanged phone numbers and tongues amidst the hypnotic beats of house; nor through mutual friends, over coffee and conversation, who thought we’d be “

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You and I on a rocking chair,Your fingers running through my hair.I on you, you in me,Wanting us so desperately.Sway to the back, swing to the front,To and fro, the dance has begun.To and fro, to and fro,Over and over, don't let go;To and fro, to and fro,Thrice the pleasure in a row.You and I on a rocking chair,A heated stallion and his ready mare.

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Once upon a time, in the distant days of yore,There unfurled a tale which never was told before,For it happened so quickly that but a few beheld,So what really transpired none could surely tell.When stormy clouds rage the heavens, tearing the earth asunder,‘Twas not always so that lightning came before thunder,The skies would flicker and explode without rhythm or beat,Until a young boy and a red

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Longing,LongingTo be togetherI fret my days away.Ever so onceIn a whileWe steal a nighttogether,And partLonging,Longing.Parting isMerely longing,Never farewell -The temple bellSounding at dawn.PS: Expresses what I'm feeling at the moment.

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My life is shit.

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After watching "Manhunt" on TV. I'm very, VERY inspired to go out and grab myself a hot hunk. Seriously. Looking at their gorgeous bodies and faces...*orgasmic moan*...I've not been that turned on since...since...fuck it's so long ago since I last had some I can't remember.Whatever. I'm just very, VERY inspired to go out and grab myself a hot hunk. I mean, I've dated lotsa cute (and at best,

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Murphy's Law states that when life's a big turd, too fucking bad, because more people/cows/random organisms that crap a lot are just gonna further shit on it.You see, as if having a bitching testicle on my neck isn't bad enough, some mosquitoes have to take a piece of me there too. I have TWO bites on my swollen lymph node. It itches worse than the fanny of a whore who hadn't gotten laid in 10

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For the past week I've been in absolute pain. And I mean AB-SO-LUTE pain. Not only am I unemployed and penniless (the last I checked, my bank account balance was RM10), but my boyfriend had to tell me that he couldn't make it back to KL (so we broke up), and the only other person I had given my heart to could not love me in return. It was just too much heartache in one week. My self-esteem is at

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This song has no definite melody. Just play it to the music in your head. Make sure it’s a punchy rock song though. Here goes…*Light, tapping drum intro*He doesn’t know what to do,Tried not to think of you,Never thought it’d come to this:That he’ll one day kill for your kiss.*Guitars come in here*Now his tummy’s fluttering,Speech is stut-stut-stuttering,Words are uncontrollable,He’s making

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Wretched, wretched creature,Learn your place in this world!You are not the oyster's prizeBut a cast-off, misshapen pearl.Conceived in sinful darknessWhen God turned a blind eye,Borne of the weak and the winged,You were never meant to fly.You are neither earthly,Nor in any way divine,Hence it is only properYou should dwell amongst swine.So how dare your pride!So how dare you try!Whatever made you

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Desperate diseases require desperate remedies - Guy Fawkes (Gunpowder Plot).Agent Kauffman had made up his mind. The decision was a difficult one but upon deliberate consideration it seemed the right thing to do. What was once for the glory and pride of Germany had turned into a senseless massacre so bloody and inhumane, even Satan would recoil at the thought of it. The madness has to end and the

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You know what?I love you.I'm not going to try to say it in some fancy-scmancy poem or mask it behind a clever story. Love is not fancy and it certainly doesn't make a person very clever. In fact, Love has made me a fool for you. I can't stand the way you can be so passionate with me for one night and so utterly cold the next. It disturbs me how we've to pretend nothing ever happened and act like

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Part IOnce upon a time, at an age when the Earth was an infant still, and Adam and Lillith were yet unmade by the Great Magician, the lands were filled with birds and beasts. But unlike the birds of present day which are discernible by colour and pattern, these birds were all as white as a virgin’s sheets and could only be told apart by form and song.Among these birds lived a peacock and a raven

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To: XYZ@ maxis.com.my*Subject: some funky shit going on yo!MAIL:nothing la...just wanna tell you...but cerita too panjang...and your phone gonna mampus soon...so i thought i'd mail you.the stoly is lai dis one, got one customer hor, he go and say, these Masis ppl flom kajang, i donno lah but he say they all flom P&D Mobile Centre (i check-check oledi, real one got this MASA), they all go to his

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10. A new computerI can't play Theif III. I WANT to play Theif III. I can't play Doom III. I WANT to play DOOM III.9. A better jobOne more person calling in to ask whether his/ her supplementary line can be under a 016 number, I'll track him/ her down and stuff dead rats in his/ her water supply tank. And this time, if I say "I know where you live"...I DO know where you live, OK?8. More moneyI'm

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Apa khabar saudara-saudari sekalian? Saya berharap sekalian berada dalam keadaan sihat dan sejahtera. Saya di sini, khabar baik. Walaupun kerja saya amat membosankan, sekurang-kurangnya, saya tidak lagi dikehendaki membuat lukisan bodoh untuk pihak PDRM, mahupun mendengar leteran Eksekutif-Eksekutif Akaun yang tiada pengetahuan pemasaran dan berotak kambing.Kawan-kawan saya yang masih berada di

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I've a pair of blue Nike kicks. They squeak.THE END

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Before there was alcohol...before there was nicotine...at an era where tripping and throwing up beer along with yesterday's dinner was unheard of...there was a time when I was innocent and entertainment had no direct relations with my (pathetic) bank account. These were the years when I thought Michael Jackson was cool and Moonwalking was the way to travel from point A to point B. These were the

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Pennies - The Smashing PumpkinsAva Adore - The Smashing PumpkinsPerfect - The Smashing PumpkinsBeautiful - The Smashing PumpkinsCatherine's Wheel - RialtoI Got A Girl - Tripping DaisyDevil Mood - Smoke CityUnderwater Love - Smoke CityIn This World - MobyLove Can Damage Your Health - Telepopmusik Protection - Massive AttackGlory Box - PortisheadThe Female Of The Species - SpaceRhapsody In Blue -

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"Hey, can you get the toilet paper this time? You'll be walking by KLCC right?" she asked."Yeah, you want the regular ones we use right?" I asked back, trying to affirm the decision."Oh no no, I think it's better if we go for the one in the pink packaging. I think it's cheaper by RM2 or something like that."Anybody would've thought that the previous conversation was of a wife talking to her

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You touched the most secret of her flesh and sensing her pleasure, you asked while smiling coyly, "You're very aroused.""How can I not be when I'm faced with Desire incarnate?" she whispered between sighs of passion, pressing herself against your dancing fingers.Throughout the night, the both of you connected and disconnected, professing Love over and over until the call of God to his followers

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Hey there everyone! Today, I am going to teach all of you how to get that coveted celebrity look. That's right! You, too, can look like a STAR! Here're a few basic steps towards acquiring the glamour of certain celebs:ANGELINA JOLIEYou will need:1. 1000 bees2. 1 peanut butter jarInstructions:1. Cram 1000 bees into peanut butter jar.3. Slowly open jar and quickly place lips at jar opening.4. Wait

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If there ever was any cold, hard proof that Darwin's Theory Of Evolution is fucked, THIS is IT. If there ever was proof that deep down inside, God is a bastard with a perverted sense of humour, THIS is IT. In fact, if there ever was proof that there is no God, THIS is IT.I thought life would be peachy with my new temp job at the Maxis call centre, I mean, I've free internet connection, fun

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There I was walking around the complex looking for a locker to put my bag when I realised there wasn't one. Everyone seemed to just dump their belongings around the place anyways so I figured it'd be safe for me to do so too.So I said to myself, "Oh for fucks sakes Yoke, it's not like you've anything really valuable inside. Nobody wants your shit lah! Besides, have some faith in humanity. Not

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They screamed, "Use him! Don't feel bad about it, there's more where it came from. You're a fool not to spend all he can afford. You're a fool not to use him at all!"But I will be a bigger fool if I should think that I can outwit a man who has been at it longer than I have.He said, "You're talented, intelligent, witty, and smart. You've got so much inside you. Hell, you could take on the world if

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I love your eyes,Because in them I see all the 7 wonders and the 3 hidden ones.I love your nose,Because it can smell the difference between Love and Deception.I love your lips,Because here is where I taste Heaven.I love your hair,Because it smells of rain and roses.I love your neck,Because I can feel your pulse and dance to the rhythm of your life.I love your shoulders,Because they seflessly

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Oh...Oh...look!!! I managed to put in links...LINKS!!! This is wonderful progress.....I can't believe I'm so happy about this. Coming from someone who works with Lingo and Action Script...I should be bloody ashamed of myself.But I'm NOT! So fuck it all! FUCK IT ALL MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS. TODAY, WE SHALL SHOW THE WORLD THE MEANING OF LOVE AND PEACE.I need to pee.

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This is it. Screw it. I can take my computer apart and put it back together without a hitch, I can rattle off the names and models of my computer hardware and peripherals the same way I rattle off obscenities at roadhogs, I can go shop for computer parts at Low Yatt and Imbi and NOT be cheated, I can reformat and partition my PC the old fashioned way with the startup disk and all, but I just

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Testing 1, 2, 3. Testing 1, 2, 3.

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