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| Wednesday, 24-May-2006 03:09 |
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preaching goodbyes.
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things are never going to be the same again.we will find our own ways.we will grow apart.we will have careers, we will have a marriage.we will have kids.we will grow old.some might just disappear.the days are nearer.less than two weeks before we will preach that goodbye.
 
i wish u all the very best in life,friends.go get what u want.the world isn't very nice sometimes but the world also holds many other wonders that can puts a smile on our face.grab that chance.find your dream job.chase that guy u've wanted for so long.buy that house u've been thinking of everytime u pass by.
do everything.go everywhere.
we only say goodbye now because we are very sure that we will meet again someday. 
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| Tuesday, 23-May-2006 06:21 |
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old times.
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location: geographer's cafe, jonker walk
back when i was in alpha, this used to be our favorite hang out.well not that we came here often but we used to have memories engraved.the people that i came with changes everytime i came here, but somehow there's only one common feeling i always gets, reminiscing old times.the place itself is ancient enough,so yeah,i guess i can't help it but to feel that way.
all good.
**credit: photos taken using Jul's Motorola cellphone.kinda like the whole film grain effect.
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| Monday, 22-May-2006 22:56 |
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wet moon volume 2?? dang!!
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it's here for pre-order!! shitness!! sooner than i thought.
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| Monday, 22-May-2006 20:55 |
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mind doodles.as always.
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4.54am @ my conscience lab
mood:inspired
icon:dia dia dia dia dia
 
I'M HIS FEMALE VERSION.
it spooks me everytime i said that..
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| Sunday, 9-Apr-2006 06:57 |
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satisfying.
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satisfying
adj 1: giving pleasure or satisfaction [syn: appreciated, gratifying, pleasing] 2: providing abundant nourishment; "a hearty meal"; "good solid food"; "ate a substantial breakfast" [syn: hearty, solid, substantial] 3: providing freedom from worry [syn: comforting, cheering]
and the things that can truly satisfy me?reading.other than good fiction and intellectual books, graphic novel seems to be a thing i've had for somewhat 10 yrs ago. but now it kinda replenished..hmm..maybe i was so fucked up these days that i need something from my childhood to remind me what happy means.and it was always happy time when i read comic.note for parents - graphic novel is the mature more sophisticated version of comics.plot wise.sometimes it's like an R rated movie in still pictures.
few weeks back i spend another half an hour of my life in kino.with the zero cents and rushing-for-movie situation, u can bet it was the worst scenario anybody could ever had if they were in kinokuniya.but that aside, i , almost like Julius Caesar, came, saw... the book.."Wet Moon, Book 1 - Feeble Wandering" BUT bam!! i
failed to conquer it.fucking brokeness!!takde duit la wey!so there,the sad and brutal truth bout graphic novels, they ain't cheap! This one is no less than RM50 for 70 something pages, non colorized.sheesh..
Wet Moon,Book 1 - Feeble Wanderings
Published by Oni Press
Created by Ross Campbell
If you can't judge a comicbook by its cover, then it's not the right cover. This is the right cover. Framed in black, a young, tubby gothstress with a fag in her mouth, looks up uncertainly over her black-rimmed glasses... The cover says GHOST WORLD with piercings and pvc, and that's pretty much what the contents deliver. Term's about to kick off for a cast of young college girls, all unsure of themselves and their relationships, most of them physically awkward. Audrey - black, pretty and gay - is the exception, but Trilby - pale, freckled, Tank Girl crop falling over a nose-ring and braces - provides a weighty counterbalance by being hideously ugly, both inside and out. It's not that she's intent on turning her face into a human curtain rail, it's that she's relentlessly and remorselessly selfish, callous, moody, bitchy, and disloyal. She's simply repulsive. Fortunately the focus of this first book (and it does look as if it will be quite the saga) is one of Trilby's new roommates, Cloe, the girl on the front who seems fascinatingly complex to me. Ross gives her pages and pages of silent panels, and you're never quite sure what's going on in her head, even though diary pages full of insecurity verging on paranoia are provided, as she stares at the moon, vulnerable and troubled, her hand over her belly, or what's going on when she turns tail in terror each time she bumps into a particular fellow student (have they had a relationship? a bad meeting? or is she just being weird?).
Now, before discussing the title, it's about time I mentioned the art. In Antony Johnston's SPOOKED, Campbell proved he was one of those rare artists who, refreshingly, refrain from making everyone and everything beautiful. It's obvious he relishes the less classic forms. Here, however, he has managed to make some seductive art of it. The lines are far cleaner, the forms bolder and the grey tones reproduce the balmy atmosphere of the bayou. There's some real subtlety in the expressions, and I don't know if it was intentional, but I loved the way that it wasn't until later on I realised that Cloe was so remarkably short. I mentioned the bayou, and there's an awful lot of water here, most of it decidedly ominous. As yet I haven't decided whether the "Wet Moon" in question is the reflection of the lunar sphere on the lapping lakes, or has more to do with the menstrual cycle, mentioned throughout. What I do suspect is that this will end up containing an element of horror, because there's a brooding Charles Burns something-or-other going on. For the moment, however, although I'm not pretending that this is as clever as Dan Clowes' classic, it is a read I could not put down, and I stick by my original description: GHOST WORLD with a gathering of gothlets.
**for more of ross campbell's dark-twisted-disturbing artwork click www.greenoblivion.com.trust me, you wouldn't know what dark means until u see this one.
**entry as at 23/05/06 ::. owh did i tell u i've finally bought this book? well, i steal it at first.long story short, my dear beloved friend (poor han..still can't forgive myself for dragging her to my shitstir) had gloriously save my shining ass all the way in kinokuniya.yeah, i'm pretty fucked up then with my whole "freya" debacle. i've paid han the cost of the book but i will always remember the fact how i practically steal the book for him. how courages of me you'd say.well i'd say he drives me fucking nuts.still is as u can can guess.can't even stop talking bout him.fuck me, i should find something unrelated to him.like ....
hmm..
erh....sheesh..
...ok so i can't stop talking bout him.sue me!!
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| Saturday, 8-Apr-2006 23:54 |
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ten storey love song by the stone roses.
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When your heart is black and broken
And you need a helping hand
When you’re so much in love
You don’t know just how much you can stand
When your questions go unanswered
And the silence is killing you
Take my hand baby, I’m your man
I got love enough for two
Ten storey love song
I built this thing for you
Who can take you any higher
Than twin peak mountain blue?
Oh well, I built this thing for you
And I love you true
There’s no sure fire set solution
No short cut through the trees
No breach in the wall
That they put there
To keep me from you
As you’re lying awake in the darkness
This everlasting night
Someday soon
Don’t know where or when
You’re gonna wake up and see the light
Ten storey love song
I built this thing for you
Who can take you any higher
Than twin peak mountain blue?
Oh well, I built this thing for you
And I love you true
this isn't just any song.definitely not sang by just any band.
try this: put on a dim light,smoke cigars, put your object of affection "on top" at your pc, stare at it for as long as you can...trust me...u'll see your whole future ahead of u.
unbelievable? sker hati korang la nk caye ke tak....mcm aku pedulik pon...
disclaimer:gambar tiada kene mengena dgn cerita.
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| Saturday, 8-Apr-2006 23:21 |
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the day we deliver a jerung..
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incident ni dh lame.menghantar pulang kete honda jerung si haz.dan seperti biase kitorg akan je membuat aksi aksi spontan lagi membazir waktu.dari klcc to ulu yam!!bole ke?anything, as long as ur wit sumone.spend quality time wit people u love today.don't regret tomorrow.tomorrow might die.do it now.you still have 24hrs.
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| Thursday, 30-Mar-2006 01:19 |
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we both died yesterday.
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My friends told me that I've been acting strange lately, then I hit them several times with a sledgehammer.
I write to my mother in Germany every week, even though she sends me mail from Iowa asking why I never write.
Every commercial I hear on the radio reminds me of death.
I have meaningful conversations with your blender.
I put tennis balls in the microwave to see if they'll hatch.
Every time I see the commercial for the Hair Club For Men, I think to myself, "I think I'll kill the pope today."
I argue with myself about which is better, to be eaten by a koala or to be loved by an infectious disease.
I think that exploding wouldn't be so bad, once I've got used to it.
It goes on for another 17 years.
Kinda you, isn't it?
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| Wednesday, 29-Mar-2006 15:14 |
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a tribute.
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she have been there for me for the last five years.to others she's colorful and happy all year round. to me she's more than that.my sanity is long gone for sure if it is without her.she makes sense out of situation like nobody else can.she's humble in its true meaning.she's Zuriana Zulkifli d' Great.
she just makes me laugh.she came out with the craziest most impromptu idea.stingy is not her thing.she hates it whenever i said stuff like "aku janji aku ganti balik duit ko".she's prettier inside than she is outside.she's my best roomate ever. she's Hazwa Jamal d' Fabulous.
 
but they both are going to graduate this semester... as much as i hate the fact they're gonna be away one day and things will never be the same, ever, again...i wish them the best of luck. the best in life. for they truly deserve it. with them, i learn that friendship, is love. ana, haz..i love you both, unconditionally. geli kan? but hey.. this is probly the last time i ever gonna say it so you'd both better stand it!!!!! 
"Aku memang tak reti tunjuk engkau semua menari
Tapi engkau tak usah henti pandai takkan datang berlari
Mimpi aku tak semua indah semangat rakan janganlah pudar
Hidup memang banyak kerenah cerewet hidup mu akan susah
Janganlah berundur ini bukanlah masanya
Tak kuasa aku menghadapi ini semuanya
Sendirian begini tak mampu berdiri tinggi
Tanpa mu disisi… wahai teman
Satu lagi aku nak pesan busuk hati janganlah simpan
Nasihat untuk rakan dan taulan simpan semua jadi panduan
Sudah 24 tahun ilmu didada aku susun
Kalau berkat tak datang turun sampah sarap datang berduyun"
Kawan,Plague of Happiness
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| Friday, 10-Mar-2006 06:26 |
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"Punk Rock Love is..."
originated by Aaron Wohl
from May 1992 Cometbus
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Punk rock love is fucking behind the dumpster down the street from the show. Fucking in the shower at the Hotel Carlton. Making out in the recycle bin. Looking at his scarred eyebrows while he's asleep. Taking showers together. Playing checkers with cigarette butts. Watching his band play. Dumpstering veggies together and then going back to his place and cooking up a feast. Knowing the same parts of the same songs. Both of you having the same ex-girlfriend.
Punk rock love is having to tie his shoes for him cuz he's too drunk. Kissing under the overpass. Him sending you his whole diary to read. Him giving you ten rolls of duct tape for your birthday. Him beating up skinheads. Going to the prom on his motorcylce and checking in the helmets at the coatcheck. Getting astonished stares from all the jocks who thought you were gay, now they feel dumb cuz you're with an older punk rock bombshell and they're with their friend's little brother.
Punk rock love is meeting him outside the club and him saying come home with me or I'm gonna kick your fuckin ass. Going home with him and he almost kicks your ass anyway. Sharing hairdye. Riding double on a bike. Being loud and not caring. Sneaky eyes and sleeveless t-shirts. The sun coming up and you realizing that there's other people on the beach. A good sleazy one week stand. Still being friends afterwards, most of the time.
Punk rock love is him sneaking out in the middle of the night to meet you in the park. Running your fingers over his spikey hair. Him chewing on a flower and you having to call poison control when his tongue swells up. Bringing him to the laundromat for a date. Sharing a sleeping bag and waking up freezing in the middle of the night and him, bleary eyed, trying to heat it up with a blowdrier. Social Unrest playing "Ever Fallen in Love?" at the gig you're both at the night after he dumps you hard. Starting smoking again after that night.
Punk rock love is him drawing on you. Him sleeping on your back. Him being mad at you for being such a jerk. Him thinking it's cool that you stink and your hair stands up by itself. Him having weird roommates who worship eggs. You waiting in the doorway for hours hoping he might pass by. Even in the snow. Him singing along with Descendents records over the air on his late night radio show. His picture on the front page of the morning paper, getting arrested. Him borrowing your favorite black hat and never giving it back.
Punk rock love is finding a guy who drinks as much coffee as you do. Going into the cafe where he works and he looks up and smiles and doesn't notice as he tips over a pile of 50 dishes. They hit the floor one by one and when it's all done everyone in the cafe applauds and you both turn beet red.
Punk rock love is both of you doing fanzines. Years later him servicing at his cyber cafe to college freshmen, you still doing fanzines. Him wearing glasses through his eyes are fine, using crutches though his legs are fine, and talking with a fake speech impediment. You just thinking it's rad guy style, until later when someone brings up the concept of self-imposed handicaps.
Punk rock love is getting your first kiss and almost losing your virginity at the same time, meanwhile you're trying not to wake up the other person sleeping in the same bed. Groping in the bushes by the freeway and later you realize that all the passing cars could see you. Exploring the wasteland together. holding hands out on the fire escape. Lying in the grass in his backyard. Lying on the astroturf in his bedroom. Drinking tequila on his porch, on your birthday. Riding on his motorcylce early in the cold morning and you're holding on tight and steam is rising off of the river and you're thinking how he is maybe even better than the Ramones.
Punk rock love is both being broke. Love letters. Finding out he sang "Stay Free" at his high school talent show. Finding out he's a little crazier than you thought when you finally get him in bed. His girlfriend getting mad. Walking around with him and his nephew and everyone giving you dirty looks cuz they think he's your kid. Walking around with him and being happy and proud. Being sad together. Being sad by yourself. Missing him.
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percayalah,hanya kita yang berani menyahut cabaran ini...demi membuktikan kita adalah kita....MARRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIII!!!(oooooo haiiiii)
