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Wo Ban Jia Le...

It's done.

When you see it, I bet you'll be so overwhelmed with the design that you'll be screaming in your head (or at me if you did happen to chance upon me), "WTF?! Took you this long to do this little?!".

I've move to *click here-->*'The Sedated Monkey Chronicles' *<--click here* and no, the 'sm' in the url stands obviously for 'sedated monkey' and not secretly 'sado-masochistic' (whatever you say Maxine...).

[Edit] Apparently many of you don't know that by clicking on the name would bring you to the new blog.

Sedated Monkey had itchy fingers @ 1:04 AM |

Thursday, July 26, 2007

It's funny...

It's funny how in the past I asked what if we had a huge fight that ended in us not being friends.

It's even funnier how it really did happen.

It's funny how I waited anxiously for 3 weeks for a reply from you about my true confessions I sent in an email but only to be told you didn't know what to say when I decided to ask you.

It's funny how you couldn't just tell me the truth that you're just not bothered to reply instead of lying to me and making me wait for a reply that wasn't coming.

It's funny how it I would be waiting even longer if I didn't take the initiative to ask you.

It's funny how I even asked Maxine to double check my email so that it wasn't seen as aggressive/defensive but passive.

It's funny how I was more anxious than you to settle the problem.

It's funny how when I asked you if you wanted to have the conversation on MSN or in person and you said on MSN, but at the end of it all, you said you would've done it in person.

It's funny how I tried to remain as passive as possible at the start of the conversation and even apologized for certain things, while you remained defensive throughout the conversation.

It's funny how you just wanted to win in that conversation while I just wanted to understand things. Of course my patience wore thin and I began returning sarcastic remarks back.

It's funny how you can deny what was in our friendship just like that. Why don't you just kill me by saying you regret being friends with me? You have taken away almost everything that what made us friends until we just appear as mere acquaintances.

It's funny how you brought in things that weren't even related to what we were conversing about, which didn't make any sense to me. Like how the problem was just about you and me and you mentioned things about you regretting telling me things about your friends.

It's funny how my two questions could annoy you so much for you to type that blog entry.

It's funny how I cried after reading that entry.

It's funny how I've never regretted anything I did with you. How I never regretted asking that question, "Is your name really Ang-pore?".

It's funny how now I cannot stand being around you anymore because that would mean I would have to be fake since I know you have nothing to tell me, regret telling me things and we have nothing special between us anymore.

It's funny how I cannot be as nonchalant or indifferent about this matter like you, because that would make me feel not human.

It's funny how I even bothered to type this, after so long.

It's even funnier if you were to reply this because I'm not expecting you to, even in 1 month, 1 year or 1 decade.

Sedated Monkey had itchy fingers @ 4:53 PM |

Wednesday, July 25, 2007

I was thinking about it all day and I almost prematurely...erm...you know, that, since I was far from getting it right. Had to remind myself of the list of things to go through before I could do that.

It wouldn't be nice to move to my new blog when I haven't actually done any aesthetic work on it. Not that anyone cares.

Sedated Monkey had itchy fingers @ 12:43 AM |

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

For those who still check here every now and then, you would have noticed something. No updates, that is. First of all, I've pretty much become accustomed to and like to not constantly having the thought of blogging at the back of my mind, while in the meantime, rejuvenating myself with culturally stimulating materials to foster a conducive mind for intellectual thinking (sitting on my lazy arse, reading magazines, watching movies and aimlessly wandering in the web).

Then of course, with this fickled mind I have, it's hard to get blog entries out. It's not funny, people don't want to read that, it's too boring, I don't know what I'm talking about - self criticism and the like.

Of course, following on, I let myself believe that I am too preoccupied with something else. Like for example, trying the solve the spatial problems in moving my furniture around my room to spoof things up. You know like how you've grown too accustomed with the fixed positions of the furniture than you could run a marathon around the room with your eyes closed. I would look like a hamster on a running wheel if I were to do that = room too small. Thinking how to move things around so that there will be maximum free space just fries your brain up. Like how trying to understand how Paris Hilton was able to describe her experience in jail 'spiritual' does the same thing because the only spirit(s) I know Paris has in her is/are those of the drinkable kind. Then, there's me trying to design a new blog. I was going for the minimalistic look but then again, might as well not design anything if I was going that way. So my current idea requires a good digital camera, which I do not have the fortune to own one. *Makes puppies eyes at you that you find utterly disgusting for a 20 year old male to be resorting to such a tactic, simply because, he cannot make it want lah!* If there's any kind souls out there to lend me one for a day, please do! ~~and I won't subject you to me trying to act vomit-inducing cute~~

No, I am NOT whining.

Feast your eyes on this picture while you wait for his next entry, Eric going all primal and feral, trying to rape an innocent girl. Or is he? (yes, I'm talking about myself in third-person respective. Lalalala...so sue me...)

I promise to update more frequently than previous (so that means once a week can lah) or quickly finish that bleddy new blog!

Sedated Monkey had itchy fingers @ 12:07 AM |

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

See the picture above? Yes, I know it’s an empty box but I can tell you what used to be in it: Six wholesome, guilt-inducing, shamelessly sugar-filled, rotund fellars (a.k.a. Doughnuts). Well, not just any doughnuts. Big Apple doughnuts!

The existence of these scrumptious O’s came to my knowledge when I was reading a couple of famous Malaysian blogs (no, I’m not going to link them. I’m sure they don’t need my help in making them anymore famous). They (the doughnuts, not the blogs) were generally ranks waay better than Dunkin’ Doughnuts but lacking short of Krispy Kreme’s doughnut (Damn all those who are in Australia and don’t take the opportunity to try some!) standards. Like it’s a few nuts shy from doughnut divinity. So I thought to myself, “Anything ranked better than the stinkin’ Dunkin’ should be worth a try!” After countless of so-near-yet-so-far due to being at the Curve at the wrong time, I finally got my hands on them. The verdict? The empty box and my overall artificially-sweet (being sweet is not in my genetic make-up, hence, artificial) tone of the entry should speak for themselves.

Sedated Monkey had itchy fingers @ 11:48 PM |

Tuesday, June 26, 2007

I have never been trampled on so badly. I guess it's karma.

Sedated Monkey had itchy fingers @ 3:39 PM |

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Random Weirdness...

Just woke up from my 2 hour nap and I vaguely remember only bits of a dreams that I wished were the bits that I didn't remember. For some reason, I was cleaning someone's nose using my bath towel, with my toes quite feverishly. I can most probably answer your questions about my toes but I definitely can't answer why I 'did' that. Ew.

Sedated Monkey had itchy fingers @ 12:28 AM |