The end is the beginning.

Christmas has passed several days ago. My head is spinning from the constant shots of pure and authentic black Russian vodka. I feel small. Nauseated and defeated by my inability to afford nice presents. Or receive them, but then again.. Its the thought that counts. Effervescent against the the blank and hollow sheets the twinkle with invisible stars. What the hell is this? I'm being poetic as I'm doing my best not to drop my head on the desk. Somehow, I never really looked forward to blogging. I have so many things to say, but trying to keep up with posting it every weekend or month is a drag. So anyways, I managed to buy myself a cd for Christmas. And some clothes too. I got Kashmir's Zitilites. A great listen. Like its other fellow Danish mates Mew, they put in a lot into their work. Subtle rock with a hint of spectral buzz. Excellent, I say.
I'm hoping to find Dandi Wind as well. One of those few Electronic dance band that really tickle my fancy. And charcoal tablets apply to that, as well. I would be weak without it.

So anyways, out of a whim, I'm posting a few random pictures I took from my trip to Penang. I apologise for not being as quirky or as witty with my words, but I must admit that I'm feeling rather mellow.


This is a picture of The Penang Chinese Swastika Society. I don't really know what they do in there, but I would sure as hell like to find out.

And so it ends..

No, this isn't the end of my blog. In fact, 'tis my return!
I disappeared due to my SPM examinations as all of you know. The horror ended last Tuesday. Art was my last paper and it was a lot harder than I thought. I'm worried now.
Bwahaha. Anywizzy, I had just returned from Penang a day ago.

But to something a little more exciting, I won a cellular telephone (Sony Ericsson 880i) around September. Yay me. I got a super cool cellphone which enables me to snap pictures of my dirty self and lovely sceneries. I've noticed that my narrating isn't as interesting as it once was. I blame it on school and exams. This is really taking a toll on me and its rather depressing. I've lost all my inspirations and love for writing in perfection and wit. I'm guessing the SPM exams made me a little more mellow.

Misery sets its foot down now because I have to go look for a job to earn money to support myself for when Pascal visits. Pascal is my friend from Amsterdam who is coming here for his school trip. He's a tropical biology student and he's coming here due to research purposes. I might get laid. Might! But I'm not looking forward to that. Its the company I'm more excited about. 7 Dutchs.. What more could I ask for?!
So, I might start to work for Starbucks or TGIF. I'm still waiting if L'Oreal would hire me as a clerk or something. Life after high school is being a slave to the wage, kiddos.

I really hope I manage to move to Australia as soon as I can. There is no future for me here in Malaysia. I don't seem to be needed or wanted. Or it seems that my talent isn't going to be appreciated here. So, hopefully I'm to be appreciated there. My skills or whatever that's good, they need to use it. Anyways, I'm off to bed. I'm gonna post some videos and pictures tomorrow. Adios.