chef. chief. master?

name : master chief.
killrate : countless?

name : julian.
killrate : two kills. one friendly fire.
splattered rate? plenty.

Lol. i know i sound bored. i am.
Doing mathemathical assignments on the excel whilst arguing about privacy laws for vets ain't exactly what i call fun.


oh well.
time to get down and do the boogee.
coffee and some caffeine too. with sugar.
heck.
make that two.

i need that percentage.

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... yes that.

listening to the sound of your breathing is the best concert i could ever be in. =)

Crying Lightning.

Shazam!

well.. not really.

i was thinking..
more along the lines of the humbug - arctic monkeys.




though.. captain marvel is pretty cool too.
not as cool as superman though.
and how you would like to aggravate the ice cream man on those sugary icy evenings with strawberry leaves...

i have said this once i have said twice i have said this thrice.
this is the best life could ever get and i'm making it stay in it's steps,
stunned. craving. for. more.
you will be mistaken if you see a penguin fly.
they don't.
they swirl.

hairstyles grow lanky and long,
unkept. yet, things don't change.
who wants change anyway?

i ain't no communist.
no marxist hell bent on sharing my clothes with you who don't.


waking up with the acrid taste of ozone on the tongue whilst it's all dark outside,
listening to the beat of my heart warming up to the mind, all alone together.
that's a thing of the past.

approximately, one year, 27 days, 18 hours, 25 minutes, 58 seconds ago.
it ain't coming back.
never.


my past times used to be strange,
twisted, deranged.


untill i met you.


thanks for making everything warm.
it's nothing without your touch.
it's nothing without you. i.l.y. =)

Rotten apples ain't no ipod, with bleach.

Things swirl and twist whilst you look through the thinking glass
but you know they are straight.
or at least they were straight when you last took a peek.
when you dared to take a peek.

and.. no. i ain't referring to strings and shoelaces.
though they are pretty twisty. in a way.
but not as twisted as you sir. no sirree.
nobody twists the straw the way you do.

the way home is pretty idyllic nowadays.
stop by 7 eleven's and subs gets a tuborg.
he drinks and i fret about cops thinking about doughnuts.
doughs. yum.
Kick back and take in the highway spirit.
feel the air beat against the screen and watch the pelicans hit the driveway.
with a briefcase. of course.

nothing beats having your hand in mine.
nothing.
i'm. your. keeper. =)

everybody knows it.

i hear that ur moving real fine,
ur wearing those shoes like a glove,
slip those shoes off and let's go rolling on the night, till our souls slidee.

Well... it's been a long time.
and all i want to say is that no matter what happens.
and no matter what you do with your life.
Just don't pick up computing.
i swear after eight months of the subject i still can't grasp or hold it properly.
it's a slippery eel i swear.

books ain't that hard no more.
it's the reading that hurts.
oh well.
turn like the dead and hop it off to the furnace.
you might just get lucky.


time moves too fast.
i want it to slow right now.
this is the best i ever had.
don't move.





he's happy ain't he ol boy?

long time.

it's been a long time since i scribbled, technically, on this page.
it's been such a long time that kooks thinks it's safe for him to rehash my words. =P

listening to the stereo whilst moving has to be pretty fun.
everybody does it so it's got to be pretty good.
don't give me a look.

cause you do too don't you boy?

nobody does stuff to spite the monkey no more.
but that's only because the monkeys are not around no more.
it feels so long since i walked through the bushes with the guys and eventually the sea itself.
that's probably why i think so slow nowadays.
lol. my head is hurtling to a new dimension whilst the body stays put in the present.
well.. technically it's your present whilst it's our past.

stabbing myself with forks and knifes in the knees whilst the headless boy laughs at me
with his feet. well after all i ain't jenny so i ain't gonna fricking sing about the daytime of the night for you guys. no sirree.

godbless.

and... just watch flight of the conchords for a bit.
you will understand what i'm saying. =)
and kua, beat that. hee.

We looked like giants.

but that's only because we are wearing shoes too big for ourselves.

sometimes. .
you wish you could mold things into the things you want.
but they just flop out and form their independent shapes.
i ain't giving up though.
nah. this is just the starting.

it's just getting more interesting.

waiting to see my life rush me by with words to wash me up.
the ice is getting thinner but i ain't running.
it's been thin all this while anyway.
and i like it this way.

pics will start to appear the day i actually have a break
from the books and assignments.
it's a long time more.

someday we will die.
but at least we go out with a bang.

i know my priorities.
and i'm holding them up.
always.

AC/DC

i will start blogging when i get my thunderstruck desktop back.

no not that thunderstruck.

this one.

darn zeus and his sneezes.