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once, me and qibi were discussing about the fact that you can’t really talk about sensitive stuff/badmouth other people/be ultra emo on your blog when you know it’s being read by people you know in real life.

she said she has like 5 blogs.

i was like wow, how amazing.

but i don’t even post that much, and i’m not all that emo.

actually, when you give and take some, i’m actually ultimately, a very stupidly happy little boy.

too bad i have cancerian blood in me, and when things happen, the emo curse strikes, the full moon shines, and i turn into a crab.

i’m getting kinda tired.

turning into a grouchy old man.

i hate this.

i arrive with pitchforks, horns on my head. my sole purpose in life is to agitate the most important people in my life.

i roll over in maniac laughter as they realize my evil intentions and scream in horror and run away from me as fast as their little legs can carry them.

i eat little kids for breakfast, and swallow them whole without spitting out the bones.

i’m here to wreck havoc on your life.

so run away and seek solace in the company of angels, bright halos on their heads, before i take another bite off you.

the worst dreams in the world are ones that actually feel damn real and ties in with your real life.

those “nightmare on elm street” types are scary, but when you wake up, you heave a sigh a relief and hey, it’s just a stupid dream.

i remember waking up in the middle of the night last night panting and clutching my fists and feeling extremely desperate and it took me a whole of a few minutes to realize that it was just a bloody dream.

my legs were like jelly and i was perspiring.

the scariest dream i ever had.

ever.

the world internet summit was a 4 days event at expo, and was damn tiring because i had to wake up damn early; expo is damn far from my place.

but i met alot of very cool people there, a huge bunch of others i’ve only talked to in forums, a few living legends, and made contacts that pretty much ensured that this holiday i’ll make more money than if i took on a full-time job.

and if you’re wondering why i’m taking pictures of the screen instead of the real thing, realize that i’m using my puny 2.0 megapixels camera phone, and it has its limitations.

i was quite surprised at her appearance. she came to recieve the check for stephen perice’s “for a greater cause” campaign. it was a 4-days challenge and yeah, he did hit the target of raising $100,000 in those 4 days. brilliant guy.

this is jay abraham. YES, THE JAY ABRAHAM. the living legend. just search for his name on google and you’ll find a zillion results. he’s so famous that i’m quite amazed he agreed to speak for wis. he charges up to $25,000 per head for his workshops leh.

first time i’ve seen a speaker holding a bottle like that and speaking at the same time. he doesn’t use a script by the way. doesn’t even use powerpoint. power. his charisma was amazing. i loved this shot. he absolutely looks like a don, a mafia boss.

dylan and dr.mani. dr. mani is damn zai. he’s a surgeon for children with heart defects in india; i respect him alot.

mark joyner looks like another ah beng. he was an ex-us officer. super charismatic ah beng, man. i read all three of his books!

andrew damn yandao right. his friend also damn stylo, and both of them were damn big-sized. from austrailia. he said when he arrived at the hotel, got girls all chiong towards him and touching him and saying things he didn’t understand. me and dylan immediately concluded: must be those from china.

i bought mongolian milk from the food fair while i was there! biaomei seems to think i’m crazy. so did peter, fonny and tricia.

“so, what did you buy?”

“you bought WHAT?”

“er??”

but it was really damn yummy, though i felt quite embarassed lugging around 12 packets of milk and a loaf of bread as free gift at an event like wis.

they even had these flavoured straws where there’s flavoured powder in between two half-sealed ends, so when you drink from them, your pure milk becomes flavoured. so interesting!

we also ate chou dou fu, which was really not chou at all. but fonny nearly died, which i completely didn’t understand why. she so funny, kept holding her nose as we were walking through the food fair.

zhen hao siao. we are so going to visit her restaurant at ubin some time.

peter said tricia used to work for thaksin. dunno really anot, maybe dua kang one.

i am a godfather fan.

and now that i just finished reading “the last don”, i know that if i were born in sicily, i’d be a damn hardcore mafia myself.

why don’t they expand to singapore? we don’t need no ah bengs. ah bengs are damn no class. sophisticated ah bengs are pretty cool, but ah bengs are basically juvenile delinquents who need mothers to love them.

and i digress. if we do have mafias in singapore i wanna be a bruglione. or even cooler, a consiglere. but singapore is probably so small that there can only be one don. and instead of having the “corleone family” or the “clericuzio family”, we probably will have less sophisticated family names like the “ang family”, the “tan family”, the “yar family” or what have you.

so i’m not just a godfather fan now, i’m a mario puzo fan. u guys should go and read his books too man.

iceman says i read weird books.

my sister asks me “read this kind of book got use meh?”

“haiyo, read book must have use one meh? read liao i happy not enough ah, then you always watch tv got use meh?”

“err… i keep myself updated wad.”

“really? taiwanese variety shows and xiao yuan superstar keep you updated?”

rav4 lent me shopaholic abroad, because she says it’s very very nice. i said it sounds like a bimbotic book. she says “it’s not, okay! er.. abit lah..”

i started reading last night.

i finish reading liao.

and it’s really damn nice!!!

fuck man, a healthy young man, an outdoors person, a da nan ren with a bright future like me, certainly shouldn’t be doing stupid things like, reading books whole day long.

worse still, wtf am i doing reading a bimbotic book like shopaholic? *face in palms*

rav4 promised to lend me the rest of the series.

but i am so ashamed.

i think i am really becoming a bibliophilic. i got so excited just checking out http://www.librarything.com. sooooooo many other bibliophilics reading the books i’m reading! the free membership enables you to keep log of up to 200 books.

200 books!! that means there are so many crazy people out there who’ve actually read more than 200 books and are willing to pay for memberships!! those are the really siao ones i suppose. i’d probably take 3 years to read 200 books.

tragically, i doubt i can finish one engin textbook in 3 years.

sigh, this is getting depressing, so nevermind.

anyway, as i was saying, i am a bibliophile. alot of people call me a paedophile too. i like kids cannot meh? that time on msn, xiaoyanzi had this super duper adorable kid as her display pic. really, super, duper, adorable. budden when i told her this, she called me a paedophile!!

“how you know i paedophile!! er.. i mean, what makes you say i paedophile!!”

“it’s obvious.”

and then i just went “?!?!?!?”

what in the world does she mean it’s obvious i’m a paedophile???

nevermind.

did you know that there is actually a law in singapore that states that having sex with a corpse is illegal? i was thinking wtf, who in the world even thinks about doing that.

but it’s a whacky world indeed, and there are really people who have this extremely disgusting and morbid tendency; there’s even a scientific term for it.

“necrophilia.”

And I thought “necro” this kind of word only appears in games and comics, as in “necromancer” or something like that. it’s so creepy to even think that people would enjoy doing such disrespectful… things to the dead.

and as i’m typing this, i realize there is a need to clarify something.

i’m talking about necrophilia only because i previously mentioned bibliophilia and paedophilia.

if you’re even remotely suspecting that i will suddenly declare that i am necrophilic, go and die lah!!