third side of the coin

this is what happens when you have an ‘Entourage’ marathon with 2 of your best buddies til 2am with minimal grass, wake up at 8 and realize you’ve got an appointment for car service at 10, and an internal presentation on a couple of tvcs you jotted down in half hour.and they want it all exciting and shit…cmon..its a freakin government ad(they know it..i know it), you think the ppl there gonna love me for thinking out of the box? (refer TV PENDIDIKAN 1996)…bite me, anyone.

that was just first half!
i feel like i’ve just watched david beckham tryna teach victoria posh how to sing. i’m drained out of my confused chindian skull!
dont get me wrong, i love this job. but there’s only so much one could take for LOSING MY GODDAMN ORGANIZER!

yea. i think that’s it. i need a new good fat leather organizer.
i cant remember a thing. even called justin up thinking it was his birthday last week. heh.speaking of justin (April 11th, i remember now homeboy!)..we had a nice 2 hours wait at this new restaurant in ss2. pretty good stuff..butter sauce chicken rice with honey milk drink thing(i think it’s halal too)…the anti-gym indulgence…*sigh*

priceless.

back to that 2 hours wait…we drifted to our fav topic. wifeys.
now if you lived like how i lived, you’re obliged to love women.
i admit it. i appreciate the ladies in my life.

…blah.i’m going nowhere with this.

i think i’ll end this here. i wanna scram. i need sleep.
ttyl. whoever. peacenit and peck-knuckles.

ps - mateen and i, we’re finally sparking off PILLOWJUICE DESIGN. holla at us for topnotch dreamy ideas.

taking two steps back, embracing second dosage,
i’m forced to face facts; your fiction made you hostage,
i’m not hostile by lacing blatant reviews,
but i guess when trix speaks his mind, it’s on forum news.
i stay embraced in the scene with an independent view,
my sight’s honest, you know i laced the truth.
shut me down like indie papers, corrupt like India’s papers,
some of y’all just snitchin haters, forum to real-life matters,
but flaws aside, respect stands aplenty,
for the money? sure brethren, but praises stays empty.
props drops when due, when and only then,
i dont believe in cocksuckin just because i know you or them.

issues. peace.

anyone remembers Embrace?

that brit rock band that had a couple of chart hits in the late 90s before literally exchanging a couple of hits with the boys of Oasis?

well i woke up today with their song, ‘come back to what you know’ in my head. random. so being stuck with humming/repeating the only phrase i knew of the song(which is also the title of the track,heh), i surfed for lyrics. And in all honesty, i never noticed it being this melancholic, and clever. so in tribute to the song that brought back a hell lotta high school memories(and kept me self-syoked through out this slow-fuckin-mo monday),

i present to ya, Embrace. (as you can see…i dont have the track, so any of you kind souls out there happen to have it, drop me a line, i’d buy you coffee).

Come back to what you know,

Take everything, real slow,

I wanna lose you but I can’t,

Let you go.

Before you interfere,

Let me make it loud and clear,

that you got no more to prove.

I’m the fool.

So take it easy, on yourself,

There’s nothing new about, declaring how you felt.

I’ll never let you down,

Or ever feel the way that I’ve been fearing now.

Coming back to what you know won’t mean a thing.

Everything that you’ve done keeps you from me.

Now I know that I need more time,

Come back and let me see your right.

I’m coming back to what you know,

Cos I know that I need it now it’s gone.

Now I know that I need more time,

Come back and let me see your right.

So hang on to what you’ve got,

keep it safe.

Hang on to what you’ve got,

keep it safe from harm.

You’ll find.

There’s nothing new that we can’t leave behind.

Come back to what you know,

Take everything, real slow,

I wanna lose you but I got,

Far too high.

To let go,

Now the demon in me knows,

What I knew so long ago.

Coming back to what you know won’t mean a thing.

Take everything, real slow,

I tried to lose you,

But I got, far too close.

in the words of Borat,

This my neighbor, Nursultan Tuleiakbay. He is pain in my assholes. I get a window from a glass, he must get a window from a glass. I get a step, he must get a step. I get a clock-radio, he cannot afford. Great success!

Shiver

A million pins, squeezing through a pore.

A million sins’ better than none at all.

But you took it further, you believe in life,

So much so,

forgetting to give fucks to true lies.

oh well fairytale people.

Slim yourself down baby. shave that ugly brow,

Puff that powder, pink cheeks, my…the perfect clown.

Perhaps you don’t know what they speak of you, Narcissist.

The social slut with put on class,

I remembered you authentic, when cutting wrists.

Faint hearted me, saint/bastard you,

Cold custard we, mutually amused,

Let me shiver for you, shave the hair off your tip,

Slip a pretentious prayer through,

dip your breath through my lips,

your warranty’s still valid,

pick yourself from the water muddy,

baby…you need help.

you’re looking jaded, like me.