Anyway, this's pictures of my birthday celebration. i celebrated a total of... 3 times (kinda.)

But i only have photos of 2 times because the rest are in my sister's camera. meh.

so... here goes mr fat 19 year old...

Here's a cupcake heather bought for me. its really cute. chocolate with cream and tons of sprinkles. my teeth hurt but i still ate it.

(and here's han fen trying to eat my cake too. or kissing it, rather. maybe she wanted me to kiss her instead, eh? but NO! ME EAT CAKE!)

So here's me and the cupcake. ME EAT CAKE! NYOM NYOM NYOM! ME ATE HAN FEN (thats why she's not in the pic now. i ate her up.)

Just kidding. i wouldn't eat han fen. she's not filling enough. i love my bk quad stacker more.

so here's the picture of my cupcake with my "candle"

they decided to improvise and stuck in a cig for me instead. creativity at its finest.

... and here's a pic of me licking my cupcake. i love cream. mmm.... homer like cream...

Anyway, we also went for dinner together. heather was supposed to come along too, BUT I DON'T KNOW WHERE SHE DISAPPEARED TO.
well we had fun. we ate a ton of ice cream. swensen's earthquake (did i rmb the name right?) its 8 flavours anyhoo. lotsa ice cream, lotsa smiles.

and this is from when i went for buffet dinner at the traders' hotel. (note the proper use of the apostrophe.)

there was this giant 50kg tuna they carved for sashimi. some ass put a lemon in its mouth so i decided to share lemons with the fish.

and this is when we went drinking.

L-R, fulin, william, chin ling, chit ming, selwyn, wilson.

i'm surprised so many turned up. pleasantly, in fact. it was lotsa fun.

even though my nose was runny and i was feverish.

Quick aside, beer is good for a fever. its cooling, and it makes you sweat off a fever.

and me and cm shared this mug. cost something like 30 bucks.

was 1 litre tho. and the beer was GOOD.

it looks small, but thats just my hand. i got a huge fist. and if any1 pisses me off i'd stick it up their ass.

lol.

anyway he got to keep the mug even tho it was my birthday.

scissors paper stone. the grand arbiter of justice.

and fair's fair.

anyway...

(before this turns boring)

i'll post up pics of my presents separately.

scootin' off!

M+M's- Blink 182

You and I should get away for awhile
I just want to be alone with your smile
Buy some candy and cigarettes and we'll get in my car
We'll blast the stereo and we'll drive to Madagascar.

i'm in robotics class now.
funny. this is supposed to be a robotics class and yet i haven't even touched a rcx yet.
the old geezer teaches this damn class like a maths class.
he manages to suck all life out of this.
this is really STUPID.

...a dn i'm in wisp now.
the flash bunch just walked in.
the bunch that dresses flash like their lives depend on it.

HAHAHA!

dystopia- kreator

All hail dystopia
Your parasite messiah never comes
All hail dystopia
God has died when war drags on and on

i hate pr. pr is where people try to act all smart and cosmopolitan and say things like "christmas is the season of giving."
it is NOT!

christmas is a religious festival commemorating the birth of christ, that has been co-opted by vile capitalists into a poor excuse for people to get drunk, go out and buy things that they will never have any actual need for.

yep. buy more stuff. BUY MORE STUFF. fightterrorDEFENDFREEDOM so we can BUY MORE STUFF!

pr disgusts me.

at least i get some time off to myself.
i never pay attention.
i try to sit alone so i can use my computer during lecture.
oh and i need to... drop the niggers at the swimming hole.

and anyway i think chin ling's gay now.
seriously.
it doesnt irk me that he's gay.
what irks me is that he's so firmly in the closet that it'd take a crowbar to pry him out.
seriously.

i mean if he's gay he should at least admit it.
now he doesnt have an excuse for dressing (and acting) like one.

hehe. oh and chin ling still owes me 13 bucks.
he returned me 10 that day, but still owes me 13.
all the way from when beng went to army.
long liao hor?
mofo.

Baby Punchers- Leftöver Crack
(Rant by Jello Biafra)

The new world order reeks of dying empire odor,
and changing the channel wont make that go away.

As the veneer of democracy fades away,
as the world down-sizes until it explodes,
as the shanty-towns piled behind the malls become visible,
as the savages on the other side of the wall break through,
as everybody from gun-crazy militias to anti-immigrant nazis
to fundamentalist child-raping christians to gangsta rappers to community activists
to working families just struggling to put food on the table,
all mad at the same thing:
your SUV; me, me, me;
"mission accomplished"; BRING 'EM ON!;
buy more stuff, BUY MORE STUFF!
fight terror, DEFEND FREEDOM so you can BUY MORE STUFF!
The false illusion of the world is GOING DOWN, MOTHERFUCKERS!

meh. lemme dissect my latest failure.

1) Now she swats backyard butterflies
when she feels like fire in her eyes.

(Petrina felt this was a metaphor for masturbation so i wrote about this kinda stuff. bad call. i'm no good at it.)

The passion in her loins.
Brews hotter and hotter.
Craving for the touch of some stranger danger.

(I like stranger danger. wicked in a malevolent way, yet suggestive of innocence. i hate the rest though. neither literal nor abstract. weak.)

Forget the dates.
She wants to be raped.
The slut wants to feel some hot seed spurt in her.

(Transition between metaphor and literalness is too abrupt. should have stuck with one or the other.)

2) Their vague features and inconstant touch
are posed like ripples in a pond.

(This part immediately brought to mind this image.

so i wrote the rest of the poem to follow suit. went decently.)

As a rapier strikes through my mind
The hallowed eyes burn through my soul
A sigil-marked avatar of truth.

Questioning.

(i like how the last line is disjoint. helps underscore the boldness of the word. adds emphasis to the previous paragraph.)

3. Like the colonies of the empire.
We are but mercenaries for hire.

Lust for battle, we have not.
Doesn’t matter when we’re bought.
We charge into the fray for the highest bidder.

Fight for greed or fight for need.
We slay your children, our own to feed.

(Lame poem. couldn't think of how to write it. and it was my last one. funny enough it kept reminding me of in flames. i hate this poem.)

4. Even then he was in some ways invisible,
At the wheel, anonymous as a spectre.

The craft held fast against the waves.
Timber strong as a hulk.
Holding the ship fast.

Even through the curse of the albatross the captain stood stoic.
On its eternal ship to nowhere.

(I wrote this about the rime of the ancient mariner. i like it though my lecturer found it cheesy. he didn't like how i repeated the word fast. i didn't even notice it. must pay more attention to detail next time.)

5. Maples ignite beneath the black damp fog
Like fireflies in the night.

Marking out the sign of the pentagram.
The light comes forth, cutting through the night.

Raising the master, the lord of flies.
Slay the Christians and hear their cries.

(He didn't like it due to the last line. but i felt it was descriptive. a bit too literal though.)

6. She is doing her job,
Like bagging groceries at a store.
Working like a drone in a bee’s hive.

(He didnt like the last line there. all i can say was that i was pressed for time.)

Her humble existence reeks of the mundane.
And she’d actually rather be insane.
Than stuck with the inane.

(he didn't like the rhyming. it was suitable, i say. just not for this particular poem.)

She longs for her white-clad prince.
Riding forth on a thunderous charger.

But woe betide her, she had to wince.
Raped by her incestuous father.

(i love the twist and rhyming. the last line really comes out of nowhere.)

7. Like a lion cage at feeding time
The crunch of maggots ring through the night.
Leaking from the cunt of the recently departed.

The necrophiliac feasts on his prey.
Under the light of the freezing moon.

Rotting skin and ivory bones
Erect the penis of the wicked predator.
Thrusting forth to meet his urges.
Ruptures the intestines of the victim.

A dead baby.

(same technique here. twist at the end. like it too. lecturer thinks its freaky though. not really surprisingly.)

8. You think you’ve understood
the tone of their sentences – disbelief
or wonder, then resignation –
as if.

(he liked how i turned as if from a simile into a statement. i like it too.)

Their smiles belie their intentions.
A blindfold hiding truth from your eyes

Fuck your wife.
She’s wasted your life.
All she deserves is the blade of a knife.

(Crude. uninspired.)

Chelsea smile’s what she needs.
Filthy slut, a whore for greed.
On her knees devouring seed.

(like the second line. nothing else.)

9. in some grove
some municipal greensward
chewing a leaf
that has left him stoned
as a spaceman in a Hollywood basement.

(i like this line. so did he. good for me i guess. oh and this whole poem's inspired by the red hot chili peppers.)

In his eyes are heavenly constellations.
Spangles of honey stars in milky skies
Brought by Hoffman’s sweet emancipation.

(acid reference. i like the language. very flowery.)

Today must be bicycle day.
He sweetly slips away,
Smiles come to a face ash grey

The train has left the station.

(he dies. and this is underscored by the last line. i like it.)

10. It spins like a black hole into oblivion
Living on jacky d’s, marleys and cocaine.
A pitiful life wasted to the wrong religion.

The sinner craves for the sweet touch of Mr. Brownstone.
Curled up, pale and shivering
A cold sweat runs down his spine.
He passes out of a life wasted.

A life barely worth living.

(bad poem. lame and too direct.)

Carousel- Blink 182

I talk to you every now and then
I never felt so alone again
I stop to think at a wishing well
My thoughts send me on a carousel

... and the replies for my bookpub poetry is taking a while to come back.
unfortunately.
i always look forward to reading his comments.
his comments are always complimentary.
its good for my morale i suppose.
i enjoy reading his comments even though he probably says everyone's work is near perfect or summat, actually.

anyway, i got something funny...
funny quote i guess.

"if you're fat, exercise.
if you're fat and don't wanna exercise, dont eat so much.
If you're fat, dont wanna exercise and wanna eat a lot, you're selwyn.

AND...
if you're fat, dont wanna exercise and wanna eat a lot, DONT ACT CUTE!"

lol. not that i act cute, but... its funny, k?

Breed- Nirvana

Even if you have
Even if you need
I dont mean to stare
We dont have to breed
We can plant a house
We can build a tree
I dont even care
We could have all three.

http://www.magazine13.com/bizzare-oddities/worlds-most-disturbing-bottle-babies.html

check this out. major cool, eh?
really interesting stuff.

reminds me of mengele.

By The way- Red Hot Chili Peppers

Standing in line
To see the show tonight
And there's a light on
Heavy glow
By the way I tried to say
I'd be there...

More Poetry i did for school

1. Now she swats backyard butterflies
when she feels like fire in her eyes.

The passion in her loins.
Brews hotter and hotter.
Craving for the touch of some stranger danger.

Forget the dates.
She wants to be raped.
The slut wants to feel some hot seed spurt in her.


2. Their vague features and inconstant touch
are posed like ripples in a pond.

As a rapier strikes through my mind
The hallowed eyes burn through my soul
A sigil-marked avatar of truth.

Questioning.

3. Like the colonies of the empire.
We are but mercenaries for hire.

Lust for battle, we have not.
Doesn’t matter when we’re bought.
We charge into the fray for the highest bidder.

Fight for greed or fight for need.
We slay your children, our own to feed.


4. Even then he was in some ways invisible,
At the wheel, anonymous as a spectre.

The craft held fast against the waves.
Timber strong as a hulk.
Holding the ship fast.

Even through the curse of the albatross the captain stood stoic.
On its eternal ship to nowhere.

5. Maples ignite beneath the black damp fog
Like fireflies in the night.

Marking out the sign of the pentagram.
The light comes forth, cutting through the night.

Raise the master, the lord of flies.
Slay the Christians and hear their cries.


6. She is doing her job,
Like bagging groceries at a store.
Working like a drone in a bee’s hive.

Her humble existence reeks of the mundane.
And she’d actually rather be insane.
Than stuck with the inane.

She longs for her white-clad prince.
Riding forth on a thunderous charger.

But woe betide her, she had to wince.
Raped by her incestuous father.

7. Like a lion cage at feeding time
The crunch of maggots ring through the night.
Leaking from the cunt of the recently departed.

The necrophiliac feasts on his prey.
Under the light of the freezing moon.

Rotting skin and ivory bones
Erect the penis of the wicked predator.
Thrusting forth to meet his urges.
Ruptures the intestines of the victim.

A dead baby.

8. You think you’ve understood
the tone of their sentences – disbelief
or wonder, then resignation –
as if.

Their smiles belie their intentions.
A blindfold hiding truth from your eyes

Fuck your wife.
She’s wasted your life.
All she deserves is the blade of a knife.

Chelsea smile’s what she needs.
Filthy slut, a whore for greed.
On her knees devouring seed.


9. in some grove
some municipal greensward
chewing a leaf
that has left him stoned
as a spaceman in a Hollywood basement.

In his eyes are heavenly constellations.
Spangles of honey stars in milky skies
Brought by Hoffman’s sweet emancipation.

Today must be bicycle day.
He sweetly slips away,
Smiles come to a face ash grey

The train has left the station.

10. It spins like a black hole into oblivion
Living on jacky d’s, marleys and cocaine.
A pitiful life wasted to the wrong religion.

The sinner craves for the sweet touch of Mr. Brownstone.
Curled up, pale and shivering
A cold sweat runs down his spine.
He passes out of a life wasted.

A life barely worth living.

I will Kill you- Cannibal Corpse

Choke on your vomit
You watch your hands cut off
Then your legs

The one that you betrayed
Will kill you this way

fuck. i think my external hard drive spoil. i was playing diablo and it just conked out.
now it cant connect.
i plug it in.
the light is on but nothing happens.
it doesnt load.
fucking bull.

Twist of Cain- Danzig

Blood
Like a crimson highway
Spreading out
From his forehead to the ground

this is my assignment on 1 line poems.

1. “Cliff”
4-stringed virtuoso, trapped under bus.

(This is not about a literal cliff. This is about former bassist of Metallica, Cliff Burton.
He was tragically killed when a bus he was in skidded and he ended up crushed by it. I rendered it “trapped under bus” to reference the Metallica song “Trapped Under Ice.”)

2. “The Middle Is”
Middle kingdom holds the reigns of the present.

3. Jacket Truth
Potent cocktail of Newspeak and Doublethink.

(This is intended to convey the idea that truth cannot be palatably served with uniformity while remaining truth)

4. Box Spider
Is this gladiator, too, Spartacus?

(This is a reference to the movie Spartacus (Directed by Stanley Kubrick) a famous scene included nearly every gladiator claiming to be Spartacus as a show of solidarity with the real Spartacus.)

5. Lace
Crude pastiche of romance, ripped in lust.

(This is a reference to the “bodice-ripper” genre of fiction.)

6. The not-so little Prince
B612-Prime (Baobab trees not uprooted!)

(This is a reference to how the little prince on asteroid B612 had to uproot baobab trees as his asteroid was so small that any trees would cause it to crumble. The baobab trees in the original stories could be seen as metaphors representing divergent ideals. Hence this would represent B612-Prime as an intellectual utopia.)

7. One Slipper
The ultimate communist- useless alone.

8. Death
Sweet kiss of true bliss, ending this grotesque travesty.

9. Prison
Am I my brother’s keeper?

(This biblical quote is given new meaning in this context. It intends to point out that prison wardens are but proxies for us in society. We are hence indirect opressors of fellow citizens unjustly punished. It is meant to cause people to search their consciences about this.)

10. Snow
Cruel ashen cowl garrotes mother Gaia

(As everyone writes of winter as a thing of beauty, I decided to take the counterpoint and point out how it snuffs out)

Dawn of victory- Rhapsody

For Ancelot
the ancient cross of war
for the holy town of gods
Gloria, gloria perpetua
in this dawn of victory

the prism distills the callous lies

dissects and rends your words of spite
eyeglass of truth, bringer of light

it shall seek the truth you hide

i had dinner with john foo last night.
they threw away helen and replaced her with a new helen.
i miss helen already.

oh and i lost my laptop but it sucked so badly that the person couldnt use it and returned it haha.

Violent revolution- Kreator
Nothing can take the horror from me
Your sick world the loss of all morality