Day 5 - God Jul!

Merry Christmas! God Jul! Sretan Bozic! Glredelig Jul! Vrolijk Kerstfeest! Ruumsaid juuluplhi! Hyvaajoulua! Joyeux Noel! Bo Nada! Froehliche Weihnachten! Kala Christouyenna! Mele Kalikimaka! Shub Naya Baras! Selamat Hari Natal! Shinnen Omedeto! Sung Tan Chuk Ha! Natale hilare et Annum Faustum! Prieci'gus Ziemsve'tkus un Laimi'gu Jauno Gadu! Linksmu Kaledu! Sreken Bozhik! Meri Kirihimete! Merry Keshmish! Maligayan Pasko! Feliz Natal! Sarbatori vesele! Srozhdestvom Kristovym! Hristos se rodi!Feliz Navidad! Maligayamg Pasko! Nathar Puthu Varuda Valthukkal! Sawadee Pee Mai! Noeliniz Ve Yeni Yiliniz Kutlu Olsun! Srozhdestvom Kristovym!Naya Saal Mubarak Ho! Chung Mung Giang Sinh! Nadolig Llawen! E ku odun, e ku iye'dun! Xronia Polla! if u guess more than 3.. ill send u a card..

Day 4 - Kronene i Håvet

we went up the hills todae to look at where the former danish, swedish n norwegian kings carved their names on the rocks.. forgot the actual purpose of dat.. but it was a tiresome climb all the way up.. V made sure ofdat.. but when we got all the way up.. we settled fer a nice game of poker.. on the way up we stopped by tis frozen lake.. n wasted tyme glidin on it.. had tonz of nice pics bout dat but verena HAD to delete them or sumthin.. yea dats the frozen lake up there but dat was on the way down.. least dat pic isnt gone.. when we got back we put up the tree.. ya i noe.. whu puts up the tree a dae b4 xmas.. well we bought it like 3 daes ago from the supermarket so ya..

Toilets

tis was when i was in oslo, forgot to upload it.. so here i am.. in urgent need of the gents, piss on the verge of spurtin all over the floor n rush followin all the signs to wot looks like a toilet onli to arrive at tis.. guess which door i went into first.. ?!

Day 3 - Kongsberg

aye, todae we get to stay closer to home.. tis where im stayin.. verena's town.. we go fer a walk abt.. theres onli one of each.. bank, cinema, mall.. the mall bein onli 2 stories high.. but i like it here.. evrithin's bloody expensize.. met verena's frenz.. including ina her mate from the kongsberg mental institution.. as well as eva n einar(from left to right, sorry din remove the red eye, told myself i wont do much design tis hols).. went fer pizza.. we ordered 4 & ended up payin S$3oo fer 4 pizzas plus drinks n desserts.. n when i mean drinks i mean coke.. madness.. had a fight wit the casino machine coz it ate my money.. beyotch.. i tink my bonus is gone x 2..

Day 2 - Oslo

tis funny.. the snow's not even here but its bloody cold.. i get to see the town of Drumman.. actualli i saw it more yesterdae.. when we drove past.. i woke up at 6am.. damn jet lag.. sat up waitin fer the sunset but it came almost at 9.. sit in car wonderin y evrithin is so white but there's no snow.. ReNa tells me its frost.. evridamn thin is frozen (pic 1).. we head into the city center.. the onli pic i take is (pic 3).. its hard to werk the camera wit the thick gloves on n i aint gonna take em out jus to take a pic.. my fingers already dont werk.. we go in fer a snack at a pizza place at 3pm.. come out a lil after 4pm(pic 2).. the damn sun doesnt plan on helpin those dat r cold..

Day 1 - Norway

its bloody cold n ReNa drags me out to buy a real tree fer xmas.. kinda strange they sell whole trees in supermarkets, peopz here dun use fake xmas trees, i reckon they've got plenty of wood coz the houses r all wooden n there r like forests evriwhere.. she goes on abt how the dae before xmas the guys all go into the woods to drink.. but dats all i hear then the cold blocks my ears so they stop werkin.. but i still smile n nod.. aint gonna let the cold spoil my mood.. even tho i cant smell, hear, taste or touch anythin.. :S

Big Feet

@nother thin i noticed in Holland, the women r damn big, on the plane, i tot the stewardess was a tranny till the next one came in even bigger than dat one. oh my. i get off in amsterdam n they're evriwhere. i find a certain level of kink lookin at them. shuld get one. mayb on the return flight.

p.s not jus big, tall, they make me look kiddish, no wonder no one is talkin to me.. din find any trannies tho. bet those r even bigger...

Amsterdam

finally!! after god knows how many hours, i finally arrive in amsterdam, din get much sleep on the plane coz i culdnt put my seat back coz the guy behind had realli long legs.. even longer than mine.. n they had to put me on an aisle seat next to tis realli old couple.. damn broad had bladder control problems n had to go evri 5 mins.. how the hell was i gonna get any sleep so now im here in amsterdam, cranky as hell coz im tired n my hair's a mess.. bet my face is too.. brushed my teeth on the plane.. they haf such stupid rules here.. had to put all liquid items in bags.. anythin more than 100ml is confiscated.. lucky used a big chunk of toothpaste on the plane if not the dutch fools wuld haf taken it.. tink they're short of liquid stuff dis side of the world.. scanned my luggage thrice.. must b coz i was the onli black kid in the queue.. found a laptop bar to scout fer stuff to get tis done.. evrithin counts twice as much as sg.. tink my bonus is gonna go real fast.. wasted 10 euros at the casino.. i tink slot machines make more money than me.. almost missed my flight at 9am (local tyme) coz im like waitin fer the sun to rise b4 i start lookin fer my gate n all.. din noe it rises at like 8 plus here.. rushed to gate.. ran up the plane at last call.. ill see u fools when i get back..

Arty Farty

If you can guess what the original picture is. ill gif u a million dollars. its a secret. onli one person saw me make it but she has the biggest mouth so u all will probably know after awhile. it seems like i onli blog when i haf a pic to put up. kinda true coz like the onli tyme i park my ass in front of the computer is to design sumthin. bloggin isnt the reason i started the site. puttin the stuff i create up is. actualli i want to open an online art museam. wonder if anyone cool will send me their pics. where r all the cool designers?

Notre Dame De Paris

i caught Notre Dame De Paris last night.. splendid performance.. these guys r realli good.. they voices touch yur heart and their movements on the stage were breathtakin.. its certainly the best musical ive watched.. actualli the onli one dat kept me awake.. very dynamic.. if u get to see it.. ull realise its not onli visual art dat can be abstract.. music can b as well.. i din join in the standing ovation tho.. Quasimodo made me kinda itchy.. besides dat hats off to them.. since its such a cool musical id like to introduce the cast to u..

the head poppin out is Gringoire, the loser poet whom Esmeralda marries to save his ass from being killed by Clopin. His onli use is that he helps to tell the story of Notre Dame; Esmeralda is the red headed dancin gypsy who evrione falls in love with. cant see why haha. Tho evrione is in love with Esmeralda, she trully likes; Pervert oops sorry, Pubic, damn i mean Pheobus. the one tearing his shirt off. but Pubic (will u stop!?) is married to Fleur de Lys, which to me is the hottest member of the cast next to Clopin. Clopin's my favourite of the cast, he's realli cool, the leader of the refugees and also caretaker of Esmeralda, very dynamic man. The bald dude on the right is the ugly bald wicked bald priest who nurtured Quasimodo, if not for Quasi, Frollo wuld be the ugliest but Quasi's realli ugly. made me itch evrityme he came on stage. He realli likes Esmeralda but thankfully she's not blind n still likes Phoebus.. there r also all the cool dancers as well..

CRASH

oh i got into a crash like 2 daes ago.. yea im alryte.. got a couple of minor injuries.. no big deal.. well ive been in crashes before but tis one seemed realli different.. mayb its coz i jus got tis bike.. n its pretty new.. so though it was a minor crash.. it sorta was the most costly.. coz i lost a side mirror.. n bein an italian bike it had to b ordered in.. cost me 250 fer the side mirror alone.. lucky i din screw up my fork.. all dats left is a new paint job which ill do once im on standy.. tot id add speakers tis month.. but unfortunately i gotta spend $$$ on repairs.. bummer..

Halloween 06

well ive been missin fer awhile.. ever since halloween.. but i was pretty busy dat nyte.. all gold n shit.. went as a 70s pimp.. i tink alot of peopz liked it.. verena went as a flamenco dancer.. as MY flamenco dancer.. if she didnt i tink id haf been a real pimp.. women kept touchin me.. hit double o, ministry of sound and coco latte.. was pretty happenin.. mos was jammed tho.. had to chill out in the retro room which was actualli the best place fer my costume.. all the light generated from the disco balls kept bouncin off my gold shoes.. was havin tonz of fun.. till fezz touched my bum n said "Jo is dat u?" din noe i was recognizable wit all the lip gloss n eye shadow.. oh well i was too high to care after dat.. i miss fezz.. where the f*** r u man?.. heard sum of u like the pics.. thanks.. but ive been pretty busy lately.. so im seldom at home.. i shall force myself to sit at home n blog sumore..

My Job

dun ask me bout the work i do. peopz get in trouble fer sayin too much. im paid to keep my mouth shut n do my job. i may hold a couple of bullets or even a slab of TNT. but im trained well and drilled hard jus so u can sleep peacefully in bed. i will come by land by sea or air in the wee hours of the morning. i must jump run and crawl. jus to strike fear in those who oppose us. whether it involves spendin six nytes in a jungle or two months in a foreign land. i go witout question. for the love of my mother land. for she pays me to do my job.

Butterflies...

i came across a flower

its petals so bright and red

but as i looked much deeper

i realised what smelled so sour

a butterfly so light but dead

culd it b dead or jus a heavy sleeper

asleep at earth's most brighest hour

i kept wondering as i slid in bed

jus, who is tis creature's actual keeper . . . ?

Piss & Petrol

i like the smell of piss and petrol

blood and sweat taste so divine

i luv the greenish tinge of algae

mud and dirt appeals constantly

i live for pills and powder

death and disease is wot follows

Denim Flavour

my mom got me a pair of levi's jeans from the states. ive onli jus come to figure dat its different all over the place. even the ones i saw in thailand r like of all a different cutting. need to tailor make the damn thins. i tink they wear realli large shoes there. coz even the straights seem like bootcuts. tis chic from the uk asked me wot levi's were. kinda strange huh. in most places u dun even say jeans no more its levi's. oh well style has no boundaries. dun like the new engineered ones tho. its funny. levi's started off in the 1850s or so. kinda hard to imagine peopz in dat age wearin jeans. denims. gotta luv em.

PARTYIN

Past few days been like a blur.. too much booze on wednesdae.. din stop on thursdae.. took a dae off on fridae and will continue tonyte.. theres always a reason to party.. deepa raya celebration on wednesdae so too much free tax unpaid beer.. dats y i luv the army.. one of my mates(wont say his name if not he wont get in trouble, i will) got dumped on thursdae so he wanted to drown his sorrows.. he ended up bein drowned by tis other chic's saliva.. haha.. nasty ass.. wait till yur ex bitch finds out.. girls r such morons.. they tink if they say bye their man's gonna b sittin at home sulkin.. wahaha.. well we had a smashin tyme.. oh we went to ministry of sound.. the one on the flyer.. wasnt so bad.. then on fridae was supposed to head out.. but i ended up sleepin at 9pm.. wasted big tyme ya.. so i tot of takin the dae off on saturdae as well.. mayb catch a movie or sumthin.. but elex turns 21 todae n we're on the vip list so i tink ill go pay him a visit.. i bet there'll b too much booze again.. so ill haf to try n behave myself coz tink ill ask my baby to go.. im gonna buy a x9 (its a bike).. then ill haf an xcuse not to booze so much.. like datll ever happen.. next week's halloween.. i tink ill go as a bottle of smirnoff.. haha..

Shodown

i luv ministry of sound flyers. there designers r doin a good job. much to the envy of the others around. even better r the parties they haf. im gonna haf my party there. almost had it on fridae the 13th but i had to b away. im always away. the problem wit choosin the army as a profession. but a career change is on the way. probably gonna b an international party guest like in the sims. i miss dat game. ill probably miss the free entry bit. but weekday clubbin is not so bad. same music less the kids. so who's free this thursday?

As ONE

lets join the fight against poverty and AIDS as ONE. its a world thin so its all good. there like videos bout AIDS n pics bout poverty or both. we can make a difference. its up to the individual. u can either sit on yur fat ass n let the world go by or u can STAND up and try to do sumthin bout it. yea we all no we aint supermen but we all get together we get HEARD and dats the only power we need in this day and age. poverty is like punishment for a crime you didn't commit. someone said dat.

"The curse of poverty has no justification in our age. It is socially as cruel and blind as the practice of cannibalism at the dawn of civilization, when men ate each other because they had not yet learned to take food from the soil or to consume the abundant animal life around them. The time has come for us to civilize ourselves by the total, direct and immediate abolition of poverty."

- Martin Luther King, Jr.

Discipline

i must blog at least once a week
i must blog at least once a week
i must blog at least once a week
i must get these damn thoughts out of my head at least once a week
i must get these damn thoughts out of my head at least once a week
i must get these damn thoughts out of my head at least once a week
i must not wait till im about to explode
i must not wait till im about to explode
i must not wait till im about to explode
i will speak freely at least once a week
i will speak freely at least once a week
i will comment openly at least once a week
i will comment openly at least once a week
i will not make tis like my last blog - a once or twice a year affair
i will not make tis like my last blog - a once or twice a year affair
i shall make it a habit to pen down my thoughts
i shall not write on my wall anymore - blogs r easier to clean up
i shall be DISCIPLINED ...

shulda culda wulda.. it aint gonna happen.. its always easy to start.. the hard part's maintainin it.. i tend to keep my feelings to myself.. nothin wrong with dat.. makes me seem like a very emotionally stable person.. anger, fear, hate, guilt, sadness and sorrow.. all of the six loaded bullets.. doesnt really apply unless its already there.. i tink madness is key.. random spasms of it.. can all b avoided if theres nothin to trigger these emotions.. put the gun away n even if its loaded you will be safe.. my mind is the gun, the trigger is my tongue and the bullet is the pain u cause me.. its all abt discipline, isnt it?