I'm fully refreshed after a week in malaysia.
Whoa! I say.
The peace and tranquility...
The greenery...
And how i miss my bullshit talking rubbish talking cousins.
I say. If you're a cartoonist, go meet them.
You can think whatever shite for humor.
Just talking plainlessly nonsense.
What they hey! I say.
But time is so slow over there.
Here back in Singapore, I felt that like I've been there for months.
Can't really do nothing there.
If you want peace. Away from this shitty air noise polluting country.
Go hit the farm! I mean go to the countryside.
Bah!

Slip inside the eye of your mind.
Don't you know you might find
A better place to play...

Fasting Month is already here.
Oh Yay?!

The Mouth of Sauron - LOTR Humor!

LORD OF THE RINGS is gonna kick ass!
It's gonna be a big thing since STAR WARS
I can feel it...
Do not meddle with the affairs of theMeek
For they are subtle and quick to anger!

Happy times it was but now it turn to sadness...
No more of sad memories...
My eyes...
They bleed...
Now is the ERA of POST POLY days.
Let's be merry!

These are my strange days indeed.
My head is in a whirl again.
All these feelings and words doesn't make no sense.
Nothing seems to go away.
Again and again.
I don't know how i feel.
It seems that I have split personality.
One minute I'm happy and one minute
I'm one step closer to the edge.

Do I look unfriendly?
But I guess I'm anti social.
I want to have a lot of friends.
I'm shy actually.
Yeah, tell that to my friends.
Surely they gonna laugh at me.
I hope the friends i have is not just superficial friends.
If then, I dont have any friends no more.

Am I weird?
I am what I am.
Sad and weird my childhood is.
I want to be close with my friends.
But I guess I push them away.
I guess that even my friends doesn't know that.

I can't seem to be alone.
Everytime I'm alone, I will feel all these feeling absorbed me.
I'm inside this double decker bus.
As always I will be at the back.
My mind filled up with the good all days
Where are they now?
My eyes.
They bleed sometimes.
My friends doesn't know that.
But I guess that it doesn't even matter.

I tried so hard.
And got so far.
But in the end.
It doesn't even matter.

One thing, I don't know why.
It doesn't even matter how hard you try.
keep that in mind.

I've put my trust in you
Pushed as far as I can go
And for all this
There's only one thing you should know

Celebrating the life and times of dearly missed River Phoenix

-Continuation of I LIKE MONKEYS

I had to pee but there was a dead monkey in the toilet and I didn't want
to call the plumber. I was embarrassed.

I tried to slow down the decomposition by freezing them. Unfortunately,
there was only enough room for two monkeys at a time so I had to change
them every 30 seconds. I also had to eat all the food in the freezer so
it didn't all go bad.

I tried burning them. Little did I know my bed was flammable. I had to
extinguish the fire.

Then I had one dead, wet monkey in my toilet, two dead, frozen monkeys in
my freezer, and 197 dead, charred monkeys in a pile on my bed. The odor
wasn't improving.

I became agitated at my inability to dispose of my monkeys and to use the
bathroom. I severely beat one of my monkeys. I felt better.

I tried throwing them away but the garbage man said that the city was not
allowed to dispose of charred primates. I told him that I had a wet
one. He couldn't take that one either. I didn't bother asking about the
frozen ones.

I finally arrived at a solution. I gave them out as Christmas gifts. My
friends didn't know quite what to say. They pretended that they like
them, but I could tell they were lying. Ingrates. So I punched them in
the genitals.

I like monkeys.

I like monkeys.

The pet store was selling them for five cents a piece. I thought that
odd since they were normally a couple thousand. I decided not to look a
gift horse in the mouth. I bought 200. I like monkeys.

I took my 200 monkeys home. I have a big car. I let one drive. His
name was Sigmund. He was retarded. In fact, none of them were really
bright. They kept punching themselves in their genitals. I laughed.
Then they punched my genitals. I stopped laughing.

I herded them into my room. They didn't adapt very well to their new
environment. They would screech, hurl themselves off of the couch at
high speeds and slam into the wall. Although humorous at first, the
spectacle lost its novelty halfway into its third hour.

Two hours later I found out why all the monkeys were so inexpensive:
they all died. No apparent reason. They all just sorta' dropped dead.
Kinda' like when you buy a goldfish and it dies five hours later. Damn
cheap monkeys.

I didn't know what to do. There were 200 dead monkeys lying all over my
room, on the bed, in the dresser, hanging from my bookcase. It looked
like I had 200 throw rugs.

I tried to flush one down the toilet. It didn't work. It got stuck.
Then I had one dead, wet monkey and 199 dead, dry monkeys.

I tried pretending that they were just stuffed animals. That worked for
a while, that is until they began to decompose. It started to smell real
bad.

To be Continued

This looks like a fun game

Girls!Guys!
My friend is having a band competition at
HARD ROCK CAFE this Sunday. How about it guys?
Wanna partay?

There's HALLOWEEN PARTY AT JURONG BIRD PARK!
Happy boO~freaking~yah!

Next week goona be my last week at work.
Kinda gonna miss this place.
Weird.

Enter/Leave, it's up to you

Aaaaaw Mad!
Hit Me In The Nuts Now!