The Libertines

Haven’t blogged in a few…..you fuckhead…you admit it!Your blogger! That’s what everyone says!I haven’t blogged in a while!What that fuck is wrong with you!

So I haven’t recorded the thoughts in a while.Too sum it up it was 3 weeks of pure livin’.Always thought doing something radical or something totally wild would make me feel more alive.However when you keep doin it over and over again…it becomes a chore and loses its appeal.Have been doing unlawful things for the past 2 weeks.Today was something special.Yesterday I hung out at railmall.Its a line of shops,by some terraces.Rich people shops.There was seafood restraunts.Had some real big fishes and prawns.Fuckers didnt lock up the tanks.Fockers needed to be taught a lesson.Bought some charcoal stole some spices from good ol mustafa.Dropped by esso and shell to “acquire” coupla 6 packs.Then we took about 20 prawns from the restraunt tanks and baberqued it right beside the railway tracks with a fan cover.A train came and we waved at it.The driver horned.Fockin cool eh.Felt like fockin cowboys babercueing prawns and meat.

Why do we do we did it?Issit because of the food?Is it to make memories?The desire to do something bad and unlawful?Thrill seeking?I dont know.

Raziff said it didnt feel like Singapore .I felt good.Living in a fockin concrete jungle having focked up laws.We had fun.I felt…in control you might say.Like again having no money and a boring enviroment could not stop us from having fun.Its about fun really.

P.S-Joe Strummer is the new idol.The best role model any rebel with a heart could have.

Wilde and free.

Finished Dorian gray a few days ago.I really didn’t know what to write about.Wilde’s comforted me with one of his quotes that read….wait ill look it up.ok its been about half an hour i still cant find it on the net,im gonna go look for it in the book its about 6:04am now.brb asap.at last im lucky.I go the quote.6;15 now.

Inferior poets are absolutely fascinating. The worse their rhymes are, the more picturesque they look. The mere fact of having published a book of second-rate sonnets makes a man quite irresistible. He lives the poetry that he cannot write.

Wonderfuckinful isnt it.I experience stuff and see stuff then I wanna channel into something creative but Im handicapped somehow and a quote like this makes me think that no its not that im not creative or stupid.Its just Im merely living out the art that I cant create.

Ilyas we met him a coupla days ago.Barely know him,used to be a fellow dishwaser.NS fire fighter.Said he was getting his pay on thursday.Raziff asked him for a treat on thurs.He agreed.

Didnt happen.He slept.He’s father didnt let him come down.We had quite a wasted day coz we were broke.We chilled out with some beers.We talked till 5 and it was good.We talked about everything from the big bang theory(we didnt know what its about),bermuda triangles,dogs,cobain whether he killed himself,about how ure dead before u hit the ground when u jump off the building,about taxes and bars in singapore being expensive.Good time.I mean we had no money a few cans of cheap beer,but knowledge gave us a good time.Like what john lydon said,knowledge is free.Talking about stuff and learning stuff.Feels like what Jesus,Mohammed(except the drinking part), or whoever would have been proud of us for doin.Inspired to post stuff……

Geee what the fuck.Spent nearly an hour to look for a quote to include in a blog post….what kind of monster am I.

Parklife

A couple of my class mates and I had a picnic at the botanical gardens.Haven’t been there in 9 years.Haven’t had a picnic longer than that.

Loved it.Spread a sheet of cloth.Ate.Played board games.

Twas lovely.So simple and chilling out with people who just wanna have fun.No ego,no proving of self worth nothing of that sort.Miss simple things like these.

A picnic definitely beats getting wasted,blowing cash,thrill seeking.That Iggy Pop thing,but not today.Today I felt like Jamie oliver.Im such a blogger.cocksucker.

I want mythbusters.

A minute ago I was having a rolled up cigarette by my window.I had opened the grills and leaned out so my room won’t smell.I was looking at the 2 women walking by.Just staring at them.You know in ghost stories the person claims they feel someone was watching them?I must have smoked by my window a thousand times and no one has looked up at me though I was looking at them.So I thought,Id like the mythbuster to test the myth:You can feel a person watching you.Then I realised Singapore doesnt have myth busters.I got pissed.We have great science faculties and good tecnology,R&D and all but not a single science show on kidscentral or channel 5 or whatever.We’ve got scientist to make money,but none to bust myths!

Mathew 8:22

You’ll probably read this and you’d know is about you.This has nothing to do with the other.I’ve always wanted her to be like what Nancy was to Sid.They were inseparable.I’d want you to come away with me.Trust me.Ill be all you want.I guess you have your issues to and you have lots too lose.I doubt you’d do half the things I’d do for you.You’ve got the world to lose. The world means nothing to me.Nancy was Sid’s downfall.

Intoxicated

Beauty will be my downfall.Feel like starting that way. Thats my pm. Had a coupla beers and cheap vodka.Feeling a little….feeling little.Shes beautiful.Maybe thats what making me not wanna move on.Woah what a contradiction.Her aesthethics appeals to me.I thought I was a more concept person.Its her character and personality that makes her her right?I mean fuck,beauty is superficial.Naw,shes a beauty,she happens to look reallt beautiful.

Learning to scrawl

So you signed up for a blog eh?Took a while to come up with that fancy nick eh?Oh I forgot you hate all things preppy and proper,its got to be perfectly imperfect.wank.Whats that that?Now I wanna be your dog.How rock ‘n’roll.You fancy yourself a rock’n'roller?A purist you say?That explains the self loathing and my existence.You’re one sad cock sucker.