Posted by annnnnnnn at 7:28 PM
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Posted by annnnnnnn at 3:49 AM
Have you ever realize how a font of a context can affect... well, everything!
Hey, haha fuck you. Fuck fuck fuckity fuck fuck shit, FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK. gong xi fa cai
Chinese New Year this year created a whole new sensation. Everything and everyone's different, I think one week of staying in this shithole has truly been an eye opener. I've lately started to notice the lack of individuality people here have. I also think the whole of Penang was forced into a roller coaster ride from hell because everyone's been driving like puking bastards on the roads. It's either that or they're just lazy. It's as if God had just gifted me with X-ray vision eyes. It took me this long to realize how painful it is to be in Penang. Because shit, how long does it take for anyone to notice these things?
Armageddon is booming at the back. I'm embracing myself for upcoming tears. It's like sitting on a thrill ride and already have the feeling lingering at the back of my head of my heart plummeting when I know the gaint drop comes. I've never realized Owen Wilson looked bald. Now he just looks weird. I've always realized his crooked nose but now that he's bald he's like the wicked witch from the west. I reckon movies like these create phobias for people like us. Everytime a movie like that comes out, the people who think of names for phobias would get crackin in their non-existant offices. Seriously, who comes up with all these names? I don't blame them for hiding themselves, because shit, they've got the crappiest job in the face of this world next to fruit naming. (Grapples is the new one I heard. Tiny apples which taste like grapes. Damn Americans.)
The beggining scene from Mision Impossible II where Tom Cruise is taking off in a plane and a boy notices a rip in the ceiling of the plane. And only when it was pointed out, the plane decided to malfunction and lose control, then eventually crashes. That scene had always haunted me and it has followed me to every plane ride I've gotten into. It frightens me even more when I'm sitting Air Asia. The only person who survives the plane crash of course was Tom Cruise who magically appears on the tip of a mountain who casually clings for his life. I've always taken that as motivation and it has always comforted me to think that I could as well magically appear on a tree top or a mountain even.
For the past hour I've been applying calamine lotion onto my legs and arms because I've been getting these really bad rashes. I haven't touched one of these pink babies in awhile, its cold texture brings a good feel. Mmm. I think it's the air in Penang, it's so dirty it's even starting to eat into our skins. Have you ever touched sand in Penang? It feels like gravel, or hard concrete except your feet sink in a little. I've occasionally come across some horse shit as well, sort of like a welcome delight.
Earlier at night I had lived up to my asian culture by doing some 2 - 3 hours of hardcore karoke with my family at RedBox. If I had refused to, I'd be a humiliation to the asian society. I think the asians are stereotypically known to sing lots of karaoke, I don't know why. The kids in Kelly Clarkson's Idependence video were singing karaoke. I thought it was an international enjoyment. Though I have to say, Karaoke is always ruined by the background videos of women from the 80's slowmotionly walking across a beach preening themselves. How much do you think they get paid to be vain?
The rocket's burning up! The rocket's burning up! Bruce Willis is about to die! Bye.
Posted by annnnnnnn at 1:11 AM