the cold comes quickly. and bye

Posted by hamttam at 11:14 PM on October 22, 2005.

pure malice. i dream that one of my ex friends in the middle of PE class is standing on the second storey and he hurls this glass dessert plate right at me aimed towards my face. i dodge and it misses me of course (it's my damn dream duh i'm king.)

i am intensely irritated and start work on getting him kicked out of school. and i like that i can use this small thing which he thought to upset me, against him. i like that he is remorseful and wished he weren't so damn clever about things.

at the principal's office it makes me happy to see him going down and i feel so content its like eating ice cream which someone else bought; it gives me no concern over why he did it in the first place.

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the blog that lets you say what you want and the dream that gives life to subconsciousness. what's here can only give false impressions to others, but left to its own devices without interpretation, must be the truest, realest thing ever. who lies on their blogs?

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i think it is appropriate that i end this here.

some will say that i am different, or that nothing has changed. it sounds right, but i think not.

things have changed, and though i dont feel any different at all, i wish to be the same somewhere else, in a different place.

stockholm?

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floodlights wtf

Posted by hamttam at 09:57 AM on October 13, 2005.

waking up early is an infrequent occurence in my life and you know what they say: the early bird gets the worm while the lanjiao gets nothing.

but i beg to differ. sometimes the lanjiao gets a big breakfast. i woke up at 8.40 for only the third time this sem (the other 2 being lab, no choice) for a project discussion (@$*!&# projects..), and my friends are late so i decided the lanjiao should be rewarded with breakfast from macs.

breakfast is certainly not an institution of mine, so i gotta look at the breakfast menu for a while cos i dunno what's available. the fillet-o-fish meal is an easy choice, but the waking-up-early thing is kinda like a special occasion, so i decide to be extravagant and get myself A BIG BREAKFAST.

IT'S ONL sorry. it's only my second time i think having wacdonald's BIG BREAKFAST. not bad, its something different, heck breakfast is someting different, but there's like warm scrambled eggs and they give you grape jam so i'm cool with that. plus i changed my coffee to an iced milo so that works too.

i'm done eating so i'll stop talking as well. talking? typing? writing? blogging? ....


*shout* BIG BREAKFAST.
*trumpets swooping floodlights drum roll and the rest of the majestic orchestra*

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you know you're....

Posted by hamttam at 09:21 PM on October 10, 2005.

not studying nearly as hard enough, or not at all when:

some fucking wasp creature built a nest on my engineering professionalism notes file.

the bloody insect has had the freakin luxury of slowly building up one of those brown sandy cocoons, on the inside cover of my ring file. what's more, the wasp inside is quite big, and i think has been dead for a while.

factor the time taken for
1. the wasp to build the nest by vomit regurgitation wtf
2. baby wasp to grow inside
3. stillborn wasp left to die
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= x number of days academic hiatus

divide by 7 and you'll roughly get the number of weeks i havent been attending lectures. (ed's note: to be positive, i DID attend one or maybe 1.5 lectures in total.)

My academic neglect has helped ensure the survival of the wasp species. ok maybe not cos the thing was still born, and i threw it into the dustbin but not before crushing it in case it was playing dead.

but i can't imagine what animal kingdoms and motherfucking nature will unfold as exam time approaches. David Attenborough, "ah look - the unexplored rainforest of notes and textbooks in its natural habitat. unspoiled, brimming with life. all those pages of information just waiting to be leafed through!"

i'll fucking freak if i find a polar bear hiding amongst my notes while i'm over in stockholm.

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sodomised in my sleep

Posted by hamttam at 08:22 PM on October 6, 2005.

in my dream, i was friendly with this ang moh fella and i think i had to share a bed with him or something. next thing i know (dreams are like that), he's lubing my ass and i'm like "WOAH WTF what are you doing man!!!" and it scares the bejeezus out of me, you know, i hate to say it but he had a heck of a big dick, and i was that close from getting my anus ripped apart by that thing wtf. i almost got fucked backside bloody hell and i get up and tell him "fuck yourself, crazy asshole..."

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on a lighter, but still related note: furniture sex. this is the most fucking fantastic thing. perfect for sex-challenged people who are just stumped with routine. this furniture company has come up with an online guide on how to get intimately involved with their furniture, because i mean like heck, what's furniture for if not to have sex on right? check out the suggestions of use, with animation and all! you can even control how fast they're going at it - how fantastic is that?! a couple of my own contributions...


cirque du soleil, Quidam - or something


muff diving. he's really into it.

and more furniture sex! FOR REAL. i was intending to show this for the short film workshop but i thought some girls may not be too impressed (fools.) so i chose another stop animation work instead.

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so i'm sitting next to some ang moh exchange student in the bus (not related to big dick monster in dream), and doing some thinking and i think my affinity aka attraction is for Ang Moh Pai girls (say it right - ANG as in ANGst, MOH as in MO'FO, PAI as in pie). its a connection thing lah, you gotta be able to communicate and there's gotta be a certain ease and banter you know? i think.

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i'm only happy

Posted by hamttam at 03:51 AM on October 5, 2005.

i really like it when it rains the trees are alive and you can hear water every now and then there's a bright flash like someone's taking photos and a big boom bomb you can see it raining even far away and at night everything is black which is cool ninjas could be hiding in the rain the wind blows drops onto my face feel and hear the constant chatter of rain is the excited conversation of close friends the window is patterned with a thousand drops and they draw lines as they streak down something like when its cold and we draw pictures on the glass with our fingers though they can only draw vertical lines they are pretty like a bamboo forest and when it dies down but not just yet i can fall asleep content it gets heavy again and i stay awake to listen and be a part of the glamour enjoy love sleep

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love.angel.music.baby; the 4 harajuku girls from gwen stefani's hollaback girl mtv are called

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CA #1

Posted by hamttam at 09:39 PM on October 3, 2005.

dear charlie's angels number 1, a point of interest if i may: that "creepy thin man" is the coolest character in your show, and you all are sexy (lucy ur my fav), but suck monkey balls compared to him. he obviously descends from the line of john steed and pinstripes, and makes smoking look cool. intense.

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why do we live longer than hamsters. in hamster time, i would have known childhood life and death in a blitz. instead, i give up 40 lifetimes over for a long drawn one, just to stab at self consciousness and to exercise this dumbing down of language.

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how i know

Posted by hamttam at 10:45 PM on September 28, 2005.

ar-i stupid la, cannot get into lanjiao sciense challen sehmee finale.. wahlao eh si beh malu kena fuck backside by arther sch hahaha.

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on not knowing. it is after all, a beautiful thing isn't it? the innocence of children, and schroedinger's cat. who wants to know (or understand) what's in the box whether it's dead or alive, when you can give up and stop trying - and in blatant ignorance realise the duality of, to begin with, everything.

aphrodite, penelope, and persephone. her name means something like - "she who destroys the light."

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