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can i go home now?

Tag: posse

where is my music?

wheeeeee… have fun in your new office! miss you.

in rawang, never ask someone if they’re tired

a couple of nights ago, pickway was relaying some random trivia over our weekly kim gary dinner. “did you know, grasshoppers and other performers like aaron kwok tape their dicks down?” i choked on a spoonful of shredded pork and chinese mushroom rice. “to avoid wardrobe malfunction?” i wondered, thinking of the shiny tiny hot [...]

26 on the 26th, yo

a new day, a new year.  as usual my discomfiture in releasing details about private stuff (to an extent) stems from the fact that the great internetz is anything but. oh, hello spiders. did you know that bots contribute more than 80% of my traffic at any odd day of the week? yup, that’s right. [...]

ancient new modern history

the first part of the long leave commenced with a road trip to malacca. yes, we all roll our eyes at the little town that spawned, since the last count, 2,134,518 lomo photos and even more artsy fartsy DSLR shots. post-worked and posted to death. which is why the posse road trip was sorely missing [...]