Self-destructive behavior is..
Opening my defunct fb page and stalk people whom I dislike, people who made me left fb in disgust and then proceed to read their blogs (more like searing my eyeballs with camwhoring photos). I now hate myself so much for wasting my time on this bullshit.
Selamat Hari Raya and Selamat Hari Merdeka
I know but... →
Look, shut the fuck up and put up with my shit ok. Some people collect china, so leave me with my politics. *mutters to self* finally something concrete from the opposition.
41 years.. 53 years and possibly more. Maybe this is why I’m always grumpy.
The Ascent of Money →
Yes! Docos can be orgasmically wonderful!
Good Night and Good Riddance
So many things anger me, I do not know how to live serenely and calmly like a zen monk. Many many many things like… Fucking vegans, evangelicals, teenage parents, ass smooching politicians, greenies, save-the-whale-activists, bogans, more religious pricks, dreamers, romantics, apolitical people, reading news about Malaysia, hearing news about Malaysia, stupid contestants on reality tv...
Akin to airing dirty laundry in your finale.
Possibly. Sometime in the future there will be ‘Archivists’ who will scour the internet to look up on fb/tweet/other personal expression websites and compile them. They will be employed by your grieving family and they will stream whatever you have posted at your funeral as a way for friends and family to pay tribute and celebrate your life. Drunken photos, precious memories, random...
Stories online aren’t really stories right now. They’re like fragmentary...– Jonathan Harris (PopTech 2007), quoted on design mind (via somethingchanged)
Might need to go back to KL to renew passport (not innerested in flying down to Canberra). Pain in my anus!
I dreamt of Briene of Tarth and Jaime Lannister in an old European cityscape. I was Briene’s pov. Jaime wrote an apology note on a receipt and Briene/I went on a stroll contemplating the message whilst having J giving a voice-over about having our first date in a Spanish restaurant. Walked under a bridge and witnessed some goons terrifying tourists and gang raping a girl. Why Oathbreaker...
There is no answer. It’s okay. But even if it wasn’t okay, what am I supposed to...– Raymond Carver, “Cathedral” (via fwriction)
The Jacques Torres Chocolate Mudslide Cookies «... →
Sun Sea Sand
In Airlie Beach. Feels like Byron/Bali/Noosa. So far so good…
Thumbs up for Mums around but..
Masterchef was MasterJunk and MasterFlaccid.
I solemnly swear that..
-I will read less “low-brow” books and start reading more “literary” novels and finishing up my long list of to-read non fics. -I will write more and be less scared of being vulnerable in the world wide web. -I will eat more fruits and not add cream on my strawberries. -I will use less profanity in my language.