Apprehension

This feels like falling in love all over again.

But a hundred times more terrifying.

Say Hey

Not sure if I'm exactly happy, but I know for real that I'm relieved, being where I am. At least it affords me enough distance to view things more objectively.

Closer to other issues, but I think I've got that one sorted. =)

Some changes will be implemented soon on this blog, and hopefully, in my life.

As of the 23rd another chapter begins. And in a year, hopefully some progress, and a new place to flourish in.

It doesn't matter if you're still part of the plan or not, as long as I'm in it, and following it up, and happy.

That's all that counts, really.

Enough of chasing shadows, I've just confronted an old one. And in the end, no one's really the real issue, when my own demons are the very things that incite all the bullshit currently plaguing me.

I've very blessed, and very loved.

Glee

Pleasantly... everything.

Looking forward to tomorrow (today?) and the possibility of letting go of the rage.

A nice hotel room with hot water and good company and the chance to heal some wounds sounds just... wonderful.

Got the words for it...

Pleasantly numbly excited.

Haha.

Holiday > Homicide

This is probably not the best of ideas... but I am getting the fuck out of dodge town. And uh... as to where and what my plans are from there... well, we'll keep that a mystery now, won't we?

Hee.

Beats hanging around for more bullshit from you. After the dramarama on two consecutive Thursday nights, you expect me to let you off so lightly with an inebriated apology?

No fucking way. You're a lousy friend anyway.

Get the fuck away from me. Stay away. I don't care if you think you're all pitiful and misunderstood - that's your business, not mine. Justify the lies with that, it's fine with me, I've decided that I'll go with the general consensus of the rest and just ignore the crap coming out of your trap.

You deal with your shit, I'll deal with mine, just keep the fuck away from moi.

Man I so need a holiday from this. And some TLC.

And I'm glad to announce that I'll be getting both soon.

Prick

You are a liar and a user, and do not deserve my respect or friendship any longer.

You've long been planting doubts in my head, what with the contradicting stories you tell me, and the rest of us. Now we're starting to see you for what you are, we wonder - was she completely unjustified in her insanity? I do know for sure that you are a cheat... What else have you done? Cruel words and threats too?

You might always have regaled us with tales of her bad behaviour, speaking disdainfully about her - I now wonder, what of your own have you failed to mention? And if you do the same about the rest of us... Oh actually of that one I am sure you already do. I've heard you speak cruelly about your nearest and dearest one too many times.

Either way, I am done covering your arse for you, and lying on your behalf. Because you are a liar, a user, and a selfish, self-absorbed dick (interesting how that noun rhymes so well with your name) who doesn't deserve the trust, faith, or respect you seem to expect and demand from all of us. Especially me, the person you've fed the most crap just because I remain nice to you when all the others have given up on you.

You've bullshitted us over so many weeks already, and we're sick of it. Don't keep playing the victim - it's just rather pathetic, and it's kinda getting old already.

Contrary

Being colder harder crueler did help keep me sane after all.

And rid me of your disgustingly pathetic self-pitying self-absorbed self-serving bullshit.

My apologies that I'm not as tolerant of all that crap as previous models.

Doing you a favour in adding definition to your grey areas.

Now you can delineate your needs and wants.

Keep Forgetting A Post Title

Ah such familiar emotions.

Funny how I look into the eyes of each and every man I fall in love with... and know deep down that he'll hurt me and that part of me would actually crave that out of some sick masochistic need to validate my hatred.

Don't really know how to separate love from hate, pleasure from pain, it's all just mixed up together in a poisonous cocktail that tastes oh-so-good burning its way down, but slowly kills me from the inside.

You're the same too, aren't you? I see it in your soul. We're such pitiful broken things.

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
Well that's all right because I like the way it hurts
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry
Well that's all right because I love the way you lie

3am

Very weird conversation, confronting demons from the past.

Still very mixed feelings about you.

Did the both of us actually move on over the years?

You're right though, this love-hate relationship will never be healthy for either of us. Even a strangely unhappy acquaintance. Forever drawn back together into another exchange of grudging concern and subtle toxic verbal barbs.

Don't make me laugh, don't tell me the things you do, don't tell me about your mistakes, don't even bother telling me you care.

Friend, lover, yadda yadda yadda... That was the fallacy you fed me then, won't let you say them to me again.

I've enough whingers in my life, just told one to shut the fuck up and grow a spine - maybe you should too, and start practicing what you preach.

In retrospect though, after I read through her profile, I almost burst out into laughter. History repeats itself, and well, I guess karma bit you in the arse again.

Sometimes I'm sorry, and sometimes I'm not, and right now I'm feeling rather ambivalent about my current state of mind.

Wrong Solutions

I tried sobriety for a day.

It hurt like fuck.

So I'm back to slowly poisoning my system again.

I'd be lying if I said the thought of that selfish solution to my condition didn't occur to me many times over, but I refuse to be weak and stupid.

Don't want to be anything like you.

So I let myself live a slow decay.



Well, there is trouble in my mind
There is dark
There's dark, and there is light

Please let me save me from myself.

Poisoned

People never get this simple fact about me:

I don't like confrontation, couldn't be fucked to dislike most people enough to take any action, and generally am peace-loving (or just lazy) enough to let most things slide.

I've been reactive and angry for most of my life, it has taken a big toll on the soul, and that is the reason that I'm too tired on most part to do much but laugh cynically at the folly of the things people do.

Just do NOT make an enemy out of me. Otherwise I am as spiteful and vindictive as the next woman. Or maybe more so, as G would attest to.

And unlike some under-sized yappy bitch, I'd rather a subtler, crueler approach; and unfortunately, for satisfaction of my rage, I have plenty of time to spare for the games I play.

Let it begin.

What Do You See?

When I was a child of maybe about eight, an uncle bought a whole bunch of durians for us to eat. Not everyone appreciates this rather strong-smelling fruit, but I love it, and would use to gorge on it as a child, before my IBS got too severe.

So my cousins and I, we were all tucking into the sweet, creamy flesh as my uncle persevered to pry open all eight of the durians he'd purchased in a show of adult manliness (heh heh), when he made a rather stomach-turning discovery.

He'd found an unusually large specimen of a variety of worm that infests the thorny fruits in one of the larger durians. It was the the size of my finger, and a very robust and lively little critter at that, frantically wriggling across the concrete floor, as if to escape our horrified stares.

Here's a few links to some pictures of those horrible, horrible things you find in the king of fruits when you're not too lucky, because I refuse to post and credit images that make me feel a little bit ill every time I clap eyes on them:

• 5xmom's very detailed close-up of one of those buggers (you can actually see the false eyes!)
• Francis Ho's proof that the durians he had were organic (and apparently them grubs are edible)

Going back to the story - my uncle picked up the unfortunate fellow trying to make a getaway, found a pin, and impaled it on the soil in a flower-pot nearby. Not being a weak, easily-killed homo sapiens, the grub didn't die from that treatment, and continued squirming energetically in a bid to escape its predicament.

Me and my cousins were both repulsed yet strangely fascinated. We decided to conduct what in our childish minds, some sadistic form of experimentation on the bug. First we drenched it in water, curious to see if it would drown.

It didn't.

Still morbidly drawn by its suffering, we found more pins... and stuck them into the grub along its entire length, at regular intervals, so it was literally staked down with four steel pins right through it.

The thing proved to be quite the fighter, and survived that treatment.

After staring at it for a while more, and determining that it would not die from the damage we'd inflicted on it, we got bored, and ran off to find more interesting pursuits to occupy us.

Then the ants found it.

When we decided to check on it the next day to see if it was still alive, we found it covered with ants which were slowly but surely removing tiny pieces of worm-flesh off it, presumably to carry back to their nest as food.

And the poor fucking grub was still alive, wriggling a lot less energetically as it did the day before, but definitely still very much alive.

Slightly sickened, but mesmerized by the sight, we didn't do anything to ease the plight of that hapless creature. Instead, we left it alone, interested to see how long it would last the onslaught of those ants feeding on it.

It took more than three days for it to die, from the day we first discovered it nestled among the creamy flesh of what was supposed to be an afternoon treat.

It took a little longer for the ants to completely finish off every single scrap of it. Almost a week, if my memory serves me correctly.

And all the time it was still alive, growing weaker and weaker in its struggles to free itself, we did nothing but add to its torment. We dripped honey on it, to attract more ants, and we watched its suffering, indifferent to its pain.

The point of this story is, people all have capacity for cruelty in them. One might argue that this inhumanity was committed by children who didn't know better... but then again, children are the most honest expression of human nature, having not learnt empathy or sympathy or the need to confirm to social acceptability. Adults are more restrained in their actions of brutality, of course, but there's not very much separating the "civilized" person from the sadistic animal that exists in each and every one of us.

Granted, the worm was a pest, and not a very welcome thing to find in something you want to eat, but it probably had enough awareness to experience some form of pain, and maybe even a horror at its impending slow death.

That blatant indifference to suffering, that enjoyment of inflicting pain... suppress it, repress it, but tell me... You, reading this: can you sincerely deny that at some point of your life, the thought of inflicting an atrocity on another living thing, or even another person has never once crossed your mind, be it justified or not?

Mull upon that.

We are nothing more than savage beasts wearing the facade of civility and morality.

Memento Mori

One of my first ever boyfriends passed away last night in a car accident.

We dated so briefly and so childishly it didn't mean much when we broke up I think... although I no longer remember the details very well. Maybe it hurt then. Maybe I did care back then. But I fell in love for real not very long after that and he became nothing more than a footnote in my dating history, a full decade ago.

So someone tells me he's now gone. I digest the news dispassionately, and then it hits me, just how fucking morbidly strange it is.

Someone you cared about once upon a time, or at least thought you did, is now gone. Someone you had a crush on. Someone who felt the same back about you. Someone who used to make your heart race. Someone who let you down. Someone who used to make you laugh. Someone who you hated for awhile. Someone who you once held. Someone you thought you knew.

And the thing is, I saw him over the years, but never once acknowledged him, because he started calling me post break-up for some reason, and I got annoyed. I think he wanted some sort of reconciliation, or maybe closure, but my pride was injured, and I wouldn't consider either. And then life just happened and I just... forgot about him.

And when I hear his name again, he's passed on.

How do you process this?

Life's just so... insanely unpredictable. I wish I'd at least spoken to him once after we'd both moved on. I wish I could've been a little more forgiving about things. I wish pride didn't get in the way.

I wish we could've at least laughed off the past together. I'm sorry we never got that chance.

Lesson

The saddest thing about life is that you learn and relearn the same lesson over and over and over again:

Love is not enough. It never is, not in the face of the practicalities of life.

A decade on and I'm still constantly seeing it everywhere, in everyone, everyday.

You'd think we'd all learn that.

Emo Music Day

I hope my smile can distract you
I hope my fists can fight for two
So it never has to show
And you’ll never know

I hope my love can blind you
I hope my arms can bind you
So you’ll never have to see
What we’ve grown to be

One may think we’re alright
But we need pills to sleep at night
We need lies to make it through the day
We’re not okay

One may think we're alright
But we need pills to sleep at night
We need lies to make it through the day
We're not okay

One may think we’re doing fine
But if I had to lay it on the line
We’re losing ground with every passing day
We’re not okay

But that’s one thing I would never
One thing I would never
One thing I would never say to you
That’s one thing I would never
One thing I would never
That's one thing I would never say to you

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I must say, lying through omission doesn't get anyone through anything. Ignorance is bliss but I guess I was never stupid enough for that sort of happy lack of knowledge.

First real conversation in years, and there's still so much anger. You sold me for a pittance and you have the fucking gall to tell me I'm worth more than the slab of flesh you told me I was? You were supposed to love me. It doesn't matter now that you "care" for me now.

But I digress. The pills part's accurate enough. Insomnia sucks. Stilnox has become a very good friend lately.

I wish I could just sleep properly for once, sans the chemical aids.

Lines

Funny how such a little midget-y thing can offend so many people - and not just any random people... more like the kind of individuals one should never EVER get on the wrong side of.

Ah well. Love those self-destructive tendencies. That sort of idiocy just further confirms the general consensus that some people are just lying fools with no regard for the consequences to themselves.

This is turning out to be rather interesting.

Evil, spiteful individuals deserve all the bad karma they can get.

Why Am I Not A Dessicated Husk Yet?

Awesome day. Woke up to a sulking dog staring down at me. Apparently the little brat's not too pleased at my lack of attention to her lately, what with me sleeping away most of the past few days. She all but sat down on my face in an effort to rouse me. No sense of personal boundaries, this spoilt princess of mine.

Shortly after, my stomach joined in the protest against me as well. It's been a few hours since I woke up. I've been running for the toilet every half hour since. There's nothing left to purge but water. My stomach's still not gotten the hint. Bloody hell.

All that on top of the throbbing migraine informing me that I've probably not slept enough. And who can forget the gigantic reminder of stress sprouting out of my chin?

Today is going to be a very cranky day. Tempted to head back to bed, considering how nice and rainy the weather's been.

Emerald

My life, of late, has been an abstract fragmented montage of collages.

It feels like a time-warp five years back, a time of almost manic uneasy excitement and childish certainty juxtaposed with another hazy dream-like impossible situation.

Purple neon light, poison on a lover's lips, golden skin and golden eyes, flickering shadows, murmured gibberish, fragrant smoke as the lines of text start to shift, delirious exhilaration, snatches of conversation, Macca's, hysterical screaming, the smoky flavour of whisky, the warmth of your skin, your pets I grew to love, the things I left behind, burning bridges, saying goodbye, genuine laughter, a companionable silence, your hands on my back, bright lights that never existed blinding me, tears wetting your shoulder, getting lost in a temporary euphoria I was never sure I wanted... nothing makes real sense anymore.

Nothing feels real anymore.

In another month or two, I think I'll probably find out that I was right all this while, and nothing was real after all, just a little more than half a year's worth of dreaming.

It wasn't half bad for a midsummer's night folly.

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Resume post later - spent the night reading a copy of The Count of Monte Cristo that I picked up at a barbeque, am now nursing a bit of a throbbing migraine and the conviction that vengeance is a fucking waste of time and happiness.

Feather

Blog temporarily closed for a day because I was, and still am fucking busy with certain arrangements I've to make, and all this dramarama is just becoming a bloody irritating chore, especially with a certain unhygienic individual seeing the need to jump onto the band-wagon and all... once a mouthy nosy-parker, always a terrible gossip, I guess.

I've taken down a certain post on a couple of psychotic individuals, because I keep forgetting that this was supposed to be a happy blog for my nearest and dearest, and that all angry rants have been designated to another domain. So yeah, moved that elsewhere, and will continue modifying content here until I'm satisfied that this remains a more positive site than it has become lately. Either that or I merge content on this one with the old one, and activate viewing permissions once I'm done with all of that. We'll see how it goes.

However, my stance regarding my personal safety still stands, so I'll leave that one as it is.

Thank you, G, for the kind offer of sanctuary, and reminding me that as comparatively innocuous my lash-outs are, it is this rage that caused so much self-destruction in the first place. You're right, as usual, on a lot of things, if not all.

So we move on to more cheerful matters, and leave the crazies to stew in their own anger. I'll leave this video here as a memento of all that madness though, heh heh...



Am gonna dash out now. Feeling so much better now that food-poisoning's gone, and I'm eating again. And I'm no longer aching all over - the masseur I got on Sunday managed to ease most of my muscular and joint pain. Even my spine feels pretty good now - woke up early this morning, stretched, and felt each and every vertebrae snap comfortably into place without any soreness at all.

Who knew Ruby actually had such awesome masseurs? So worth my RM70. Thanks Jo, for the recommendation!

Note

Oh yeah, been so caught up with recent events that I forgot to add that my previous blog's not been deleted, just moved to another domain and protected.

This one here's just for the benefit of certain mentally-imbalanced individuals, if you know what I mean.

Please do email me at iwene.irene.iwene@gmail.com for the URL and viewing permissions. I'll only be able to approve those I actually know though, as a precaution. My apologies to all for that. As for Twitter, I won't be approving anyone anytime soon.

Thanks for your patience and sorry for the inconvenience!

Moo

I wonder how it'd be like, watching this video on acid. Or 'shrooms. I've a feeling it won't really be all that pleasant, once the gigantic cow-tarantula thing makes an appearance. The head-banging bovine bit did crack me up though hahahaha.

Credited to ShaolinTiger via Twitter - just had to post this one up after I'd watched it a couple of times and still felt alternately weirded out and bemused.

Speedy Weight-Loss Solution

Ill the entirety of Sunday and Monday with food poisoning, of all things. I'd advise anyone who's planning to dine at Sarakraf's Courtyard to avoid the place at all costs. Or at least not order the oysters, unless nausea, diarrhoea and generally feeling like crap's actually your cuppa. Or, like the post title suggests, you're looking for a palatable solution to losing weight fast.

Can't believe I actually wasted all Monday sleeping off the misery of a churning stomach. Was so sick that I couldn't even keep any drinks down, much less eat, making the last meal I actually had without spewing up was the one on Saturday evening that got me into this predicament in the first place.

That said, though, it was the best sleep I've had since last week, especially after popping a cocktail of Ibuprofen, anti-nausea and anti-diarrhoea pills. Heh heh. Once a pill-head, always a pill-head.

Must catch up with a lot of things today, and start working on straightening some pesky little matters out.

In the meantime - lunch! I think I'll be able to eat something today, and the chicken soup on the table looks pretty appetizing.

Reality

This has been a year of many, many farewells.

Time to brace for another one.

You'd think I'd be used to it by now, and the fact is, as blase as I am towards all of this, I can't help but feel a tinge of sadness.

Ah well. Life goes on, always.

Statement

Hmm. I reckon I'll say this just once, here, to get the message across:

Please stop with the slander, the thieving, the assault, the stalking, the harassment, and the threats to either my friends, or I.

Or I will leave it to the authorities to pursue. And unlike him, I seem to be fresh out of the compassion and concessions that have allowed you to do all that shit one time too many. I might have allowed you to attack me with barely any retaliation, but it does not mean that I am going to meekly take the things you have done so far. And I WILL take the appropriate (and lawful) actions to protect myself and my friends from any more repeat incidents. Nobody needs that madness.

Try justifying to the court of law your actions with your insecurities and your rage. After all you self-incriminating things you have done, we shall see if that is acceptable - especially in the face of multiple witnesses, IP logs, footage, and pictures.

This is not a bluff, or a threat. I have no qualms anymore in ensuring the safety and sanity of myself and those around me. Especially since you have involved me in this.

Thank you for reading.

Dishonest.

Liar liar liar liar

Teapees

Had another run-in with two psychotic females last night. Can't say it was fun, but at the very least it was interesting, if a tad disturbing.

We'll call crazy cunt #1 Tee, and crazy cunt #2 Pee, for the sake of convenience here aye? Alright, story time. See, this individual we have designated the name Tee to instigated a goddamn stupid fight with me like two, three weeks ago, and got a hearty slap back in the face for just being a stupid, vindictive, spiteful bitch trying to pick a fight for no fucking reason aside from having a screw loose in the head.

For those who've seen her and are doubtful that such a (questionably) sweet-looking li'l thing's just plain mentally imbalanced... Well, this one has a penchant for getting knocked up in order to entrap men into staying with and hopefully, marrying her (true story, same shit's happened with a few unfortunate idiots - plan major phail it seems, considering she's not hearing them wedding bells yet, boo hoo hoo). Apparently life's all about tying down a man and getting hitched. And that after making quite the reputation for herself at a certain university for being quite the wanton whore (first time I saw her, someone casually said, "Oh that one, percuma to everyone one."). Sheer genius mentality.

So last night, Pee (very apt name for this one, methinks), who happens to be Tee's more screwed-up-in-the-head Muslim sister (not that I've a bone against the religion, but converting and then acting contrary to religious teachings is just fucking lame), confronted me despite me not feeling particularly in the mood for more shit from these nutsos. Tried to just walk away, but she attempted the infantile hair-yanking bullshit. Very, very ladylike. Nice.

Later on, after sending a friend home, guess who shows up at said friend's residence? No prizes for getting this one right. The crazy duo strikes! They do the hysterical ballistic female thing, and then proceed on to sheer violence on everyone present - blood was everywhere, and at one point Tee had to be dragged out, screaming and kicking and flailing on the floor like a spoilt child that mummy didn't want to give sweeties to. While Pee alternated between giving the evil eye and attempting to inflict grievous bodily harm on all at the same time. To cut a long, painful story short, the police and residence guards had to be called in order to vacate those mad, mad women.

Edit: Hmm. Just remembered something. Just to illustrate how seriously fucked up things were, watch this video - probably the best reproduction of Tee's I-am-crazy-spoilt-brat act:



Imagine that kid. But female. And one in her mid-twenties. With an equally fucked-up accomplice attacking everyone in a remarkable impression of a dog with rabies. Yeap. You probably get the picture now. Very pretty sight, no?

I thought I was a little mental, these crazies put me to shame, LOL. You guys want a trophy for that?

And there I was, pitying these two. Figured a shitty upbringing and/or life circumstances made them the way they are. Apparently that's misplaced sympathy. One's cuckoo and the other's just a fucking waste of oxygen. Their parents must be so proud of them, being this way.

Come think of it, all that shit would be really hilarious, bar all the physical damage. Escorted out by irate policemen and security guards... after the whole clawing, howling cat act and the screaming on floor scene. Where's your fucking dignity, you bloody idiots? Fucking disgrace to the fairer sex.

Oh, and rather ironically, teapees just happens to be American slang for toilet paper. A pretty suitable term, if you think about it. But not the nice clean indispensable stuff you gladly praise heaven for when you realise your toilet's well-stocked with them - more like the crap-covered used papers that nobody will touch with a ten-foot pole, sewage guy aside.

You two should just go play in traffic, you dumb cunts. What a way to show the world that you both are just fucking psychos.

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Useless Split-Second Reflexes

Took a bad fall yesterday. Slipped on wet floor while holding a mug. Instinctively cradled the mug to prevent it from shattering, instead of chucking it aside so I could use both arms to steady myself or grab hold of something to catch my balance.

Bawled my eyes out for a good half hour because it hurt like hell and it was just a shitty conclusion to an already bad day (woke up with bad allergies; a friend's pet, one of the sweetest dogs I know, passed away suddenly; had to wait forty-five minutes for a wound inspection, just to have the doctor do a completely shit job of dressing it).

Until I remembered my last remaining Reese's peanut butter cup of a pack of eight that the skinny sent me. Dried my tears and hobbled off in search of it. And then took my sweet time (pun unintended) savouring it. So much happier after!

For illustration purposes only - got the pack of eight snack-sized ones, but well, you get the point...

However today I am stiff as fuck all over, and wondering why I even bothered with that ugly mug that was a freebie item a shitty ex gave me and I never even really liked. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

In other news I've deactivated my Facebook account. Got kinda fed up of seeing the mindless menial updates (it gets that way if you have Facebook friends who can do multiple updates about the same stupid attention-seeking shit for two days in a row) and the meaningless social commentaries, and am in one of my anti-social moods at the moment, so just got rid of that shit when I finally had access to a computer, on Sunday.

The liberation! Although I think I'll be back on it soon enough, especially now I'm aching like hell and mostly bed-bound with nothing better to do.

No Apt Post Title

Just because I smile and laugh doesn't mean I'm not a little fucked up inside.

I'm pulling another Houdini this week. It'll be nice to fly off to somewhere for another holiday. Or just seek sanctuary somewhere solitary.

I'd love some me-time for once - all that company's fine and dandy, but too exhausting to keep up for too long.

TMI If Only You Knew

This is gonna sound cryptic as hell but I need a place to dump some suggestions and I'm just lazy to write it down and Blogger just happens to be open on my browser.

• Put it back in
• Sun it
• Vinegar soak
• Boil in vinegar
• Soak in baking soda solution
• Clean with baking soda paste
• Store with baking soda
• Wrap in newspapers
• Tea tree oil with water
• Store with charcoal
• Store with tea tree oil soaked cotton balls
• Wash with hydrogen peroxide
• Just store it
• Wash with mild soap
• Soak in soapy water
• Clean with rubbing alcohol
• Scrub with toothpaste

Ah Feel Loike Dancing!

Despite the exhaustion from RWMF yesterday, I'm feeling fucking hyper today.

HAPPY HAPPY DAY! I think. Never mind, I just wanna dance on a serotonin high feeling the bass on my skin and the blood throbbing through my veins and the exhilarating taste of adrenaline in my mouth.

Here's something very random by Lykke Li:



Didn't realise they had a dubstep remix. It's kinda growing on me. Awesome!

Another one by the same chick:



Never let a chick with severe manic-depression introduce music to you LOL.

When everybody is dancing
I don't want to
when everybody is joking
I don't want to
when everybody is laughing
I dont want
everybody but me
when everybody is drinking
I don't want to
when everybody is smoking
I don't need more
when everybody is fooling
I don't want to
everybody but me

Here's a good reason as any other for the lack of sobriety =P

Also decided to include my favourite track by The Bloody Beetroots:



Can anyone figure out the lyrics though? Sounds rather garbled, and nothing like the lyrics of the original song.

And it's almost 5am but this song's keeping me bopping along happily:



Guess it's about time to go to sleep.

Not generally one of those people who post shitloads of Youtube videos, but am currently in the sort of mood for music =)

Yabba Dabba Doo

Heh. Guess who's back?

Blog's been removed for various reasons I'll not elaborate too much on. One word says it all - MADNESS!

So much foolish dramarama from psychotic delusional individuals. I'm attracting plenty of those it seems, especially of late. Meh. Females in general don't really impress me sometimes. Come think about it, PEOPLE in general just don't inspire much but disdain, to be honest, but some of them seem to grate on my sensibilities more than others.

It's just fucking annoying that what I write here ends up misconstrued - but ah well, I guess stupidity can't be helped sometimes.

*shrug*

I'm just gonna sleep this off, and pretend it was all a highly stupid nightmare that extended over the entire weekend. Blog will have to remain boring and empty for awhile because what's more sickening than having idiots read it is idiots suffering such a overblown case of narcissist complex that they begin to imagine that anything here is actually somehow ABOUT them and their miserable lives. So now I'll comply for a bit and dedicate a line or two to said individuals. Happy now?

Sorry skinny, we'll have to start over with postings to keep you updated all over again. So here we are, starting from square one, after one too many blog-removals. Come back soon and I treat you to some good laksa lah, alright?

What a bloody pain in the arse - knowing myself I'd probably get all OCD about blog customization again. This one kinda sucks balls.

On a separate note, Rainforest Festival was a blast! Best I've had in years... with great company and great music and a shitload of mud I've not managed to completely remove from my clothes yet.

Maybe this might just rekindle an interest in going for it again... =D