Da Spoon, Da Squid, Da Frame; Da Squid SeniorYeah... I know... I suck at pool... but according to both Spoon and Squid Senior... I won when I potted the 8th ball when I played Zainframe at VA a couple of weeks ago in 1.5 SECONDS! [squidman sticking tongue out at zainframe!] Anyway, we met up late this evening after all our work related meetings were over... for a round of pool... and 'local' beer [thats teh tarik for other ppl's missus] and gawd... it was hilarious... yeah... I lost every game I played... but watching zainframe getting buttraped by Squid Senior was a sight to behold... with all 8 balls in the pocket... poor gay fat fucking gorilla still had all 7 of his on da table! hahahaha... An angel came by too... and it was pretty obvious that spoon was totally and completely and utterly affected by her presence... coz da moment she came... he played like mun mun!!!... ahhh... da joy of it all...

Me and My Blog
Well, fuck that, think this whole blog thing is pretty cool and most of the time people like to know our life story, even if you are telling lies, they think its the truth. Such dumbass viewers we have...
In short... in any one of you folks actually believed my previous entry... you're a dumbass moronic bitch!... exception of course goes to the gay gorilla... coz he's one of a kind... HE DA MAN... HE GAY! And maybe spoonfork... coz he's just plain cool... and I know me sis doesn't believe that either!
How to leave Malaysia? Leave mah boss? Leave mah Leave da gay gorilla? Those are de wrong reasons IMHO.Seriously though... da thought did cross my mind once... but... things got too complicated... well, that doesn't matter anymore... coz no one gives a shit now...

Ok.One more post.
I am
The black and mysterious source
Who spouts out, ruby, with each lunation
The receptacle of L’carnal love
And the crucible of L’human existence
Where is played L’alchemy of the life
With origin of the World
Since the night of times …

I am
The catch door
Who does not deliver his mysteries
with that which holds the key of it
The soft and hot nest
Inflated by the desire
With the belly of absence
Who palpitates, sings and enjoys
Under the swell of your hips
The chalice thésaurisant your splashed suns
I am then
This happy vagina, filled
And always insatiable of you !

But for different… alas,
I am
A place of nonright
By certain men
Violated
Scorned
Assassinated
A place of sufferings
And of ill-treatment
Tiny room with silence, muzzled

By Infibulation and excision
Why so much of cruelty ?
Why so much of contempt ?
Why this astonishing amnesia
And L’criminal lapse of memory of this region
Where they themselves were conceived ?

My agitation and my anger which thunders
And this taste violate rebellion
When I think
All these women
My Sister Here and Elsewhere
Damaged
Denied, disavowed, repudiated
In their body and their heart
To which one stole the chance
To know pleasure and the pleasure
All these women who N’knew
That brutality and atrocity
With these private women of freedom
Dispossessed of their body
Mutilated in their heart
And by a wretched madness
Condemned to be unaware of