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CAX3069, the fucking bitchass

i experienced some road rage last night around midnight. maybe “rage” is too strong a word, perhapds it was more of road ire. anyway, i was turning into my regular petrol station, waiting at the cross-junction for someone who, typical of about 80% of malaysian drivers, didn’t signal. dah la lambat. so, in the privacy [...]

kitty[im]mobile

my beloved whoopeewee is at the car hospital till the end of the week after i attempted a suicidal hairpin drift. some indian call man in his selipar buruk and pajamas was on the scene in 5 minutes, forcing me to wave the perodua auto assist booklet around in the car like a tourette’s patient. [...]

peek-a-boo, i choose you!

i have not been able to wrap my head around why everyone finds getting their hair washed in a salon so enjoyable. up till 2 seconds ago, this person existed only as a reflection in the mirror or a shadow in the corner of your eye. suddenly you’re both in an intimate albeit temporary relationship. [...]

searching for film

googling brought up a few hot spots in KL: Leo’s at Ampang Park Keat Camera at Jalan Pudu E-Six at Pudu Plaza Engtong at SS2 PJ Central Kodak Shop At Central Market apparently kodak professional b&w 400 cn is going for approximately RM17 outside. bought mine at mid valley for RM30. sucker! i also asked [...]

the littlest things in life

happiness (or a very very very close relative) is: buying a new pair of (shiny!) shoes at RM80 off. having an elektro party in the car, by yourself. control yourself/take only what you need from it/a family of trees wanted/to be haunted sending 3 rolls of film (from 3 different cameras) for developing and being [...]

singapore in less words, more pictures

sights of interest amongst dilapidated crack whore alley four thousand geeks, an internet meme as old as time itself and game OSTs i watched the most amazing song in the world. my next life goal is to watch yasunori mitsuda perform it. “what’s that on your bag? that’s so cute!” “oh, this? it’s a- pokeball.” [...]

backward, singapore!

so down i went to the island at the tip of the phallic peninsula, expecting to step foot in a deliciously sterile nation. lies, all lies. the last time i acquainted myself with the island, i was 10 and my only memories were of eating orange slices and playing my cousin’s first-gen playstation. myth 1: [...]

really unimportant stuff

work has been pretty meh up till two days ago, when we were briefed with what looks to be an awesome and fun job. well, before it dies la, that is. but come on, CSD,  how nostalgic. :) in no random order, because i’ve just lost the will to write: am headed off to singapore [...]

steve aoki u.o.x.

i’d say U.O.X. was awesome. that is, if i could remember half of it. didn’t have dinner and started chugging beer. was very tipsy very quick. sucks that i had to sober up to send someone’s car home. but then the buzz came back and eventually poor al had to send me home. a camwhore [...]