Thursday, January 25, 2007

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hello strangers, friends and stereotyped fat guy with donut! this entry shall be my feeble attempt to revive a dead blog, althought technically things that are dead cannot be revived unless your the messiah or satanic and have a spare altar around. anyway.. ever since the tagboard died on the right there, i havent really been inspired to write anything, although even when it was around there wasnt much on it ( thanks guys ). but alas i feel the need to write stuff and the only way to satisfy that need is well, to write stuff.

before i write anything else can i just make a shoutout to all secondary school kids. mobile handphones, with phones in bold, are for talking to and messaging people. they are NOT for fucking playing music of any genre in public transport. and if you do want to play music in public transport, there is a freaking good reason why someone invented the earpeice. goddaaym!@ i mean nobody wants to listen to your chinese love songs which all contain the same three words (wo ai ni). or your freaky death metal. its just not nice to other people taking the same train/bus as you. so neh.

the other day in the office i encountered a strange situation. i was collecting a printout and my office mate was next to me and he said, "wow you smell nice. a mixture of lavender and saf smell." now i didnt really know if i was being complimented or not. and plus i was kinda freaked out because he looks gay. and when you work in a place with people who are downgraded to E status (A being the best), (E being the worst). there is a high chance you encounter people who are a bit kookoo, or just gay, not that gay people get downgraded, but usually they are because they are gay. know what i mean? okay nevermind. so i took the best option, which is appeasement, ala chamberlain and hitler, and said "thanks" and ran away. which is the same as saying i did not smash him in the face with the nearest stapler. from then on hes been calling me sugarplum. but according to the rest of the guys, he does it to everyone, so i guess im safe. yipee. okay so...

i wanna make a few more shoutouts because i think they are neccesary.

1) the bus is not a catwalk.
2) your not allowed to have your butt meat hanging out of your skirt, or up out of your jeans.
3) plsplsplsplsplsplsplslpsls dont rush into the mrt when people are trying to get out. i mean your not going to get a seat anyway?

check out this video, its so sad.

James Barr at 2:01 AM

Sunday, January 14, 2007

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its the secret smiles she passes, across the dining table.
its the way her skin brushes yours.
its the way she swirls, and falls, so delightfully.
its she, and shes everything.

James Barr at 6:25 AM

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