MALAYSIANALIEN

God

2008-06-15T08:41:00.006+08:00

Evangelists rang on my doorbell this morning.

Just when I was feeling down and out. Ironically enough.

A sign of the lack of faith in my life perhaps? Maybe it was just random chance...

I told them I wasn't interested.

"The sound of silence as the pin drops from the three foot pedestal..."

New goal in life - "Habitual excellence"

The Great Demise

2008-06-13T00:42:00.005+08:00

I have refrained from posting anymore until I get myslf a new lptop.

asyou can see,writing on akeyboard whichbarelyworks is quitee a cumbersome affair,booth physicallyand metaphysically.

:)

I love this keyboard!

p.s: did u realize that today is Friday the 13th?

The Great Escape

2008-05-29T18:44:00.000+08:00

I am planning the great escape.

My great escape.

The great escape to pale all great escapes!

Alcatraz, brilliantly boring.

Money and Life

2008-05-14T23:17:00.004+08:00

After 2 years of work, and a whole lot of messed up expectations, I've come to a realization. That I do not love money.

Which brings me to the quandary which I am in right now.

If relationship, family, and friends removed from the equation, what else would score high on the scale of things which would make me happy?

Self-Actualization? I'm too young.

Self-Gratification? I'm not that lonely.

Self-fornication?

I don't think so.

Mothers Day

2008-05-11T20:27:00.001+08:00

Found At: The New Yorker

Happy Mothers Day

Spraying light

2008-05-11T19:49:00.003+08:00

Sometimes you sit on the ledge of consciousness, and thoughts of leaping race through your mind. You begin to recall moments which were long forgotten, and how it ended like the extinction of a star - so plain to the naked eye, only brilliant through the lens of a kaleidoscope, your kaleidoscope, our kaleidoscope.

Easy like Sunday Morning.

2008-05-11T11:01:00.002+08:00

My mind is transient, so is my soul. Moving and shooting like falling stars on the distant horizon. Drawing faint lines on the plains of the universe, and on my face.

I do not care anymore.

See Ya'll Later Space-Cowboyz...

The Gulf of Beansville

2008-05-07T08:59:00.004+08:00

It is absurdly true! That speck of dust in a pile of dirt, dichotomously separate, yet of the same kind. What is then the point of existing at all?

But for a feeling of course. :)

"The gulf of time behind us pales in comparison to the infinite sea of time ahead." -- Meditations, Marcus Aurelius --

Dream Montage

2008-05-01T12:48:00.004+08:00

Are ephemeral dreams secret messages from the dead or unknown?

Do these dreams mean anything, or are these just random subconscious attempts at placating the dissatisfied soul?

See Ya'll Later Space-Cowboyz...

2008-04-27T09:59:00.003+08:00

Sitting at the table; litter scattered all over the floor. Somehow I had a strange feeling that all of the fried chicken and noodle wouldn't end well.

I'm down with some sort of food poisoning. That bloody place is disgustingly unsanitary. Urghhh...

Vermin...

Exotica

2008-04-19T07:22:00.006+08:00

How did we end up at the Westin last nite? Its beyond me.

I haven't woken up so dazed and confused in a while. I guess its a good thing.

I've been sitting on a blog-post for a while now, it just puzzles me how much effort it takes to write palatable stuff down.

I met an old friend at work yesterday - he just joined the firm. Weird... he told me he's exporting exotic animals on the side. Legally of course. Frogs, snakes, you Chinese and can eat it, he has it.

See Ya'll Later Space-Cowboyz...

My new gadget!

2008-04-13T11:39:00.002+08:00

I just bought myself a new Sony Ericsson yesterday, new toy to play on the shitter!

Woo HOO!!

See Ya'll Later Space-Cowboyz...

The Gym

2008-04-10T00:52:00.005+08:00

The great demise of my once routine workout is seeing a revival of sorts. I've finally signed up at a gym. Today was the first day back on the bench for me, and right now, I can hardly type without my arms feeling like it has rocks tied to the ends of it.

I've given up trying to live like a rock star strung out on booze all the time, and instead growing myself both physically and spiritually.

Don't worry, it doesn't look like I'll be signing up for Yoga anytime soon.

See Ya'll Later Space-Junkies...

Thought preceeds me.

2008-04-07T00:18:00.009+08:00

Thinking of innocence, thinking of life.

Thinking of retribution, thinking of revenge.

Thinking of youth, thinking of elasticity.

Thinking of non-existence, thinking of paradox.

Thinking of paranoia, thinking of the serene.

Thinking of depression, thinking of the velvet sun.

Thinking, See Ya'll Later Space-Cowboyz...

"But then they danced down the streets like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes 'Awww!'" - Jack Kerouac -

Normandy, Elmo and Me.

2008-04-05T12:18:00.004+08:00

Yc found this really funny photo of me asleep with Elmo on my back. T'was back whilst I was still in Michigan. hahahah.. I think I just got back from work, and knocked out. My roomies were bored....

Random thought of the Day.

2008-04-03T09:29:00.008+08:00

The race against the inevitable, the impregnable, the putrid smelling cloud of dirt, rolling around in the hay of disillusionment. Coming out the other side - with accomplishment they say.

I can't remember who it was that said, "If things don't go right the first time round, it leaves you smarter, but also much more cynical."

:P

See Ya'll Later Cynic-Cowboyz...

A cynically good essay about life, Found at: The New Yorker

Keeping it real.

2008-04-02T09:36:00.010+08:00

So what now? Now that I've sold out on myself, traded my youth away for a shirt, collar, tie, and gray suit. Now no longer interested in listening to the rock and roll of crazy haired junkies, instead only in crazy haired clients. Now that I am conforming to the current-culture, no longer the counter-culture. Now that I go out to a club, just to feel what it was like. Now that I can actually afford more than just 7-11 beer, and a 60 dollar shirt. Now that I realize all of the things which used to thrill the taste buds and knock you hard on the back of the head - just tastes of flat beer.

I went for my 1st grandmother's funeral on Sunday, and felt nothing. Body seemed cold, gray, skin taut.

See Ya'll Later Space-Cowboyz...

Someday

2008-03-31T21:46:00.005+08:00

I'm loving The Strokes...

The pitfalls of democracy

2008-03-30T18:08:00.000+08:00

Hardly

2008-03-29T09:52:00.007+08:00

I do not make the effort to post enough to even call this a blog anymore. I should call it a fridge - you know how you paste notes on it?

Stuck under a pastel red magnet, you'd find a note saying, "Do not forget to take the towels out to dry."

or,

"The coffee needs to be refilled."

impossibly,

"Creative inclinations have long since escaped."

TIMEtoGO.

See Ya'll Later Space-Xo....

p.s: Life seems to be looping itself - except in this bizarre chain of events, each turn has a different sound coming out of it. Audible...?

Deanna Templeton

2008-03-20T18:02:00.006+08:00

Found at: RVCA

Auschwitz laughter?

2008-03-12T21:56:00.004+08:00

Found at: The New Yorker

My travel post

2008-03-02T23:29:00.006+08:00

Jakarta seems almost like Kuala Lumpur on the 22nd floor of this hotel room. I could get used to the 5-star living, flat-screen tv, king sized bed, plush vegas-like deco. Blogging from this rose-wood, glass topped desk, I kinda feel like Tony Montana!

Oh, who am I kidding, I'm just not cut out for travel blogging, much more suited to writing about the daily doldrums of my existence. So, signing off from Jakarta.

See Ya'll Later Space-Cowboyz...

Skid Row

2008-02-29T01:41:00.002+08:00

Found At: www.goodmagazine.com

David Choe

2008-02-27T07:54:00.002+08:00

Found at: www.woostercollective.com

Yummy!