tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62296362011-04-30T02:11:42.097+08:00Malaysian on the threshold to adulthood, waisting his finest hours exposing his liltle known life. Personality similiar to a durian, a tropical Southeast Asian fruit with a reputation to sting and submit.gohlihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01893010987869228999noreply@blogger.comBlogger511100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6229636.post-81955367857193670382008-02-17T13:03:00.049+08:002008-04-23T01:00:37.431+08:00

She sat afar from him, and all that could be heard from him from that distance was nothing. His body was pulsing to her, and all that could be said to her from that distance was nothing. Nothing, not even a whisper, and so all that pierced through that empty room was nothing but the hum of the wind as it froze those tears that splattered on his sockets.His hands were numb from the breeze, and he

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He gazed longingly at her as she turned and melted into her hair. His eyes were no filled with the slithers of her hair, and they poured from the tip of her crown to the center of his heart. He was a touch away from her arms, oh her sweet, soft, delicate arms, and here he was, broken, shattered by those fragile eyes that stared and stared at him,asking why he was that close to her, close enough

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His face hung so low his neck dissapeared behind his jaw and cheeks. His stares were lost on the ground, his gait was so heavy and his steps were so soft he barely walked, as all he saw with those eyes on the cold, concrete floor, and all that were seen on that face which lost its neck to its jaw and cheeks, were worries and more worries. He lost himself in his misery and his misery was always '

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DONT READ STILL IN PROGRESSWe knew we would end up there eventually. We knew we knew we would end up there eventually when we wagged a forefinger and looked at each other sternly and replied by nodding understandingly. As good boys we shouldnt be There,even though it makes our eyes shine and our lips smile and our face glow with joy. We knew we shouldnt be there, but because we are as much good

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When you saw your shadow being eaten by a larger one and when you felt, on your skin, a damp chill rolling on it you took a look up expecting to see rain clouds hovering over. And when you did you knew instantly you need to find shelter, as you wouldnt be able to beat the drench, no matter how fast you ran.You knew you were going to be There longer than the sun was. Yet, you parked your car far

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Viks was up because he couldnt sleep,so he decided to move to the living room to watch tv. He staggered out from his bed with a pair of swollen eyes,blakened sockets, a stiff back and a rigid neck,looking unlike the undead as he embraced their time of day. Viks got the shivers as the living room was dead and the night was alive.As he tiptoed down the wooden stairs, Viks hoped he was the only

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I was toast under this weather. Everytime I looked at my limbs,which were a golden brown, I thought of King Midas and saw him in the sun. It burned when he touched my skin, and each time he did I glowed and melted a liltle more. It was hot. The sky was a deep blue and the afternoon shine was a bright white and the shadows procreated were as black as night. I knew I had to get out fast before I

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I am a man of few words when I speak. I am a man of whom few words were used when spoken off. And yet, it baffles the mind at the seeming contradiction which exists when I am logged on into the web, where I write and write and write till somebody screams afowl over words typed,or rather the volume of words being typed.And so I would like to address to the common man and his curiousity on this

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My eyes were sticky, my face grimy and my body was enamoured in saliva and sweat. My hair was a mesh, a tangle of yarn, a fibrous mess unlike a coconut's husk or a bird's nest. It was more to the latter as it was made from spit, just like the rest of me coated by the embryionic paste.I awoke and I was aware that I was awake and wasnt dreaming as I soon wish I wasn't awoken to the day. My eyes

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Viks was in Singapore lately and he did nothing but work, work makes a smart kid dull and when a smart kid is dull he is dead and nothing more than that. He believed his mother believed he will be this if she new he was smuggling fresh packs of Tiger beer into his room, and as he broke each can with a loud hissling whistle with the foam bubbling and smudging his lips his eyes were oggled at the

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I took a stare at the sky.Clouds pregnant with water hovered over us, ceased the day as they ate the sun and its rays. The deep blue sky turned a dark grey and was beaten into individual lumps,each fluffed at the edges. An inverted ocean, blackened to its core and wide to the mile,tarred our gazes above, ready for rainfall.My eyes soon descended to a side of a shoulder, heads were seen bobbing as

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The stale, dry, cool mechanical air was masked by strong,intrusive odours. Deep, potent stinks of steamed meat, of damp pungent rice, of stirred hot coco, of overcooked fried rice of soggy noodles of sweetened wet meatballs of red uncooked bloodied flesh of burned churned carbon of a weeks old ripened rotting vegetables and fruits of the fiery stove of the metallic oxidated pots and pans permeate

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The zoom of the months flutter by soundlessly, deceptively. My gut widened my weight gained my hair grew and fell and 'cut'ted and grew back and fell back and 'cut'ted back. Lessons done homeworks finished assignments complete semesters done. Holidays came Christmas became New Year's Day New Year's became Chinese'. New friends made new friends away old friends returned playstation played warcraft

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I have nothing. Blank. Nadda. Nothing's up my mind. Yet, I felt something tingling, something tickling within me. Something isnt comforting. I looked down, amazed, shouted "Something's up my hind!"It swaggers from left to right as my butt cheeks jiggle from side to side. Sugary, thick brown, milk shake and a sweet baker's chocolate cake. It is the sweet excrement for flies to play, which we need

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Shards of light shone, slicing through the sky. Their luminous glow skimmed the contours and colours off things to a blank blinding white. Every sense of shape or shade dissipate with the rising humid air.Reality was rubbed clean. All that were was clear bluster proliferating, shining intensely upon every line of sight.It was, in essense, a most brightly blight.The sun's stinging rays torment

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It is with due knowledge that this blog has grown static over the months, causing irreversible pain, panic and paranoia that even a pacifier wont please to my faithful flock of fans. Rather than ramble (once more!) on about the unsightful (yet existant!) gain of infinite laze, it is best to just let loathing be, as a cure for my manic depression and a cause for my fillial followers'.

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Nothing currently apace. None more workloads in spades. Just simple thoughts, simple actions and simple ways dominate. So fundamental are the tasks, tinkerings admist, that no long have I reason to procrastinate. To satisfy natural urges and neccesities such as hunger, thirst and tv, how much less can a man manipulate! As i sat, no, lay, no, slept, on this comfortable couch, or as i might sway,

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As it is presumed, and predicted with spareless accuracy,during this few months labour lacks libido whence scrawl and scribble is concerned. In contrast to others, who have been in a constant deliverance, and of the quality of it, this particular has been in blastful, yet admittedly blissful, neglet. It is hopeful, for permissive's sake, and only for such, for this author could find not reason,

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Eyelids set when the night arise, Eyelids set even when the sun alights! As sleep is forgetfulness and respite, slumber appeals amidst assignment's gaze during semester's phase, as it banishes boredom and burden from a campus's day. Never had pillows and a bed, even with a lady on it, been tempting as it was in a dormitory. :p

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Earth, and for that matter the entire universe, is neither good nor bad. It is merely a sphere of senseless matter. It doesn't give a shit whether we live or die. It doesn't care that its tectonic plates rub against each other every now and then. It doesn't shed a tear (or for that matter laugh with joy) every time it spews incinerating lava. It doesn't give a rat's arse if its soil is fertile

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Another break's coming on while one's rounding up. Whilst the undergraduate's plight is begining, the school kid's flight does too. While the uncluttering and the reduction of rust starts,so does the joyous jaunting of schooling passed. The daunting days of white shirts, green pants and black hairs flee as sudden as my sleepy daze in a lecturer's gaze. 'Discipline' enforced in its most technical

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It was and still is. A Bush presidency, this time no longer plagued by the issue of popular legitimacy. With a significant and comfortable majority, the sins and memories of Florida 2000 are bent to be overcomed. The magic number was 3.5 million. 3.5 million more for Bush than Kerry. 3.5 million more for a perceived just war leadership than a reluctant 'just for kerry'. 3.5 more for

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The US election just passed, with the counting coming to an end. Only left in tow is that crucial Ohio, as well as Iowa and New Mexico. Final turn out so far: Kerry 252, Bush 254. To win, one needs 270 electoral votes.Despite that, Bush wins the popular vote by half a million. Ohio, been in sight as individually the most important state by both sides, is the kingmaker in this bout. With about a

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The Break has set in. The paper chase finally came to a halt, albeit a temporary one. At last, studies' chains are off, sending thousands scampering around in search of relief and release. Some went back to kampung galore, while others brought ahead plans in hand. Yet all aim for that sacred lax where both body and mind are just left untaxed, unrestrained from the labour of constant assessment.

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The library chair. A sturdy hack of processed cheap timber compromised to an even cheaper budget. Ergonomically unsound, its fond identification as a ‘chair’ by the masses has tricked many into its trappings. Soon enough, I too was hashed by this ultimate deception. Its shapely edges began to stab almost decisively as I place my buttocks and back on and against its polished planks.Before long,

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With just days ahead and the months behind, the first semester's pomp finale isnt any simple fling. It is now down to a few nights. Countable on my available digits. Time seemed to slow down, to take on meaning as a sudden realisation of its reprecussions came in. Bullet time with a touch of zen. Yet the bygone months felt fleeting. Perhaps that is what happens when time dilates. The past

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In light of a recent incident that is making news nationwide here, it would be worth highlighting some words from a fellow blogger. "Justice is still but far when a high court judge can make a 'mistake' that cost a man his freedom? This is not a matter of us humans making mistakes, but it is a question of what made a human being willing to make 'mistakes'. This is not a matter of justice but a

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There cannot be a more ample time to write. The fact that we're now way within our institutions of higher learning makes me reckon at the suddent ideal for good marks. This arrises after a month or two of lectures. Finally it comes to the point where no student, no matter how dumbfolded could simply excuse him or herself with the reason of being still 'fresh' to the surroundings and the subjects

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Dear readers,    As soon as Soon here gets his act together, he will definitely post a few jottings about university life and the continuing endeavours of his group of friends in Tanjung Golden Cinemas...

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I know, I know. I've done it again. Inconsiderately I've left most of my readers in the dark, without even a hinting a slight reference (of a sentence or so)on the current happenings of my life. What's more I've over done it this time (Three weeks since my last posting). However, in spite of this sudden silence which last nearly over a month's time, I believe that there is still a significant

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It will be, yet again, some time till the next post, for this author will spend the rest of next week in a place of unremitting torture called the IPTA. With all sincerity, this blogger believes that our tax payer's money are going into an institution that gives leeway to inhumane compromises made by its 'holier-than-thou' administration. Hopefully, with the advent of the digicam, we might hope a

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For the past week, 4A students have taken hold of our nation's conciousness.With all their rage, they grasp and grab in full fury without mercy. It was such a suffocating affair that even the PM was forced to acknowledged their demands! How preposterous! The strongest, the most organised of our opposition parties can't shake our current government in equal strides! I feel more pity for

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Planet of The Apes? In conjunction with the response for our IPTA (Local University)applications, our simian friends decided that the time was right for rebellion to begin: "Monkeys Wreck Havoc in Campus"-News Straits Times, 3rd June 2004 Let it be known that this wasn't another local case of mass hysteria (which is common among sororities in Malaysia) where the usual 'treatment' for

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Dear readers, Even if you may have doubts about this blogger's mental state, nothing can prepar you for this 'site-for-soreyes'. (forgive the pun). The following site may make you shiver in horror as the sheer tenacity of its nonsense inspired content may even make the worst of Duriangoh's articles the gleaming, grand produce of modern civilisation: Kisah Benar: Deegol and Smeegol

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As because this author had too much free time, it is worth noticing that he had reedited a few postings in this blog. 5/23/2004, 5/15/2004 and 6/17/2004.

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In contribution to a friend who had left Penang a year ago for the island of honey,money and no chewing gums, I would like to give you, my fair readers, an intimate insight into the academic and intellectual workings of Marcel Leng. Here are among his two formost poems: Oh, Hell NUS!!-Marcel Leng Damnation befalls on one side of the fence and bless'd are those on the other, one side works and

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I woke up in the wee hours of a still asleep cockeral, due to a heavy load of fresh orange juice sloshing around in my kidneys. If it were to be put in the standard local time, it would be 6.00 a.m. After I had cleared my exquisite load of liquified fresh Vitamin Cs, I went wiggling back into the chambers of my own blankets. Hoping to induce a loud snore which was usually followed

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Hi there! Just testing the 'comments' system...whatever that means

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Please be noted that this post isn't a conclusion of the previous article. It is just part of another piece of jumbled, incoherent sentences that Goh needs to vent out, publicly. It is hoped that my current readers will not react to these vaguely structuralised, not to mention edited, paragraphs with remorse or retribution, in which this particular author will be the main target of 'eggs with

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2nd Birthday Treat: Scooby Doooo... ...Where are youu? Right here in Prangin. In celebration of Lee Syiong’s most celebrated day, me, Viknesk and a couple of Lee Syiong’s coleagues went for an early show. What stuns this author was that the flick was in fact, quite enjoyable. (Paralysing this blogger even more was that Lee Syiong readily sacrifices Ringgits for our glutton at KFC, but that’

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Seen any movies lately? Because I had. Not only one, but five! With two on birthdays! With certain help from CK, I got a bonus along with these watchings: DVD Marathons! My eyes must really be strained! Reddish dots, representing clots of blood jammed after long term exposure should unearth on my korneas lately. Yet, astonishingly, my composure during the sessions remained steadfast and fresh.

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Yesterday marks the day when this loafter finally decided to bring a paycheck in.Finally. no more smirks from Kevin! No more teases with the word 'money' usually coming before 'free' in it! No more quirky Rich Man jokes! I've found acceptance! I'm now a proud member of the "Work-my-arse-up" under 25s. Joining the proto- Yuppies, eh? I'm now officially obsessed, if not addicted, with attaining a

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Vampire hunting’s over! I can’t even believe such a catastrophe could happen! What in the name of Viknesk could have caused this calamity? A spoilt sensor gun, in other words a gun that won’t shoot no matter how hard you jerk it. It’s terrible news. There was really nothing I can say that can heal the rift that has developed between the Gaming Centre and my passion for shoot-em-ups. It was

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I am at it again. Please pity this blogger for his compulsive procrastination. For the past month, nothing had been posted by this genuine slacker cum imprudent wiseguy. Despite all attempts at imposing a schedule aimed to promote self-discipline, the author vigilantly guards his comfortable lifestyle of vice that include slothing and gluttony. I honestly am regretting my inactive status. The

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A few days ago, my 'good pal'(extra emphasis on the '...') Jega told me there will be a futsal competition today. With all dignity thrown of the window, I decided to take this opportunity to make my 'talents' known to the outside world. With my agile feet, robust physique and suave personality I will be in Old Trafford in no time. Don't even mention about the golden boots. Ferdinand will be

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Yes, rest assured. I'm getting lazier these days. Just a few weeks after this blog's official launch, signs of ineptitude has already ran rampant. One of its symptoms is a good ol' friend of mine. Procrastination. Yes, the thought of "Aiya, tommorow lah" has brought this blogger to a standstill. How embarrising. Others might contend with the problems of having "Writer's Block", but me? The lame

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Yeeaaarrrgghhh!! I just love Howard Dean.

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I'll be frank with you. This is not my idea. It shouldn't have been publicly visible. However, as because I do not have a life ( or a 'meaning' to it) I might as well pour out my innermost monologues of this past month. (This is an advisory given by my friend cum talented pshycoanalyst Viks) I have been thinking. Had most of us thought about that one day,we won't be alive anymore? Well,

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Heard this while walking around in Botanical Gardens: "Tahun inilah kita jadi penakhluk dunia yang tercinta ini! Tahun inilah bermulanya keazaman untuk merdekakan hutan-hutan dan zoo-zoo daripada gengaman manusia! Tahun inilah barisan pembebasan monyet bertindak! Saudara sekalian, Telah lama kita diberi makanan yang tidak bernilai daripada mereka. tidakah bapa, emak, adik dan abang berasa maruah

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I just watched The Return of the King yesterday. Yes, as expected it was a CGI-laced specktacle rivalling even the absolutely gargantuan Revolutions. Yet unlike the latter, the characters within ROTK are decently fleshed out especially that of Samwise Gangee and the Gollum. At least I got out of the cinema without feeling 'What the...' as I did when Revloutions ended. Revolutions wasn't planned

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20th December I never thought I might be doing this, but then again here I am. Finally my insecure and neurotic personality got the better of me. Today I am doing something taboo, at least to those men who aren’t yet poisoned with the ways of the metrosexual. Today I am proclaiming the existence of my love to gossip, to yak away at the affairs of others and myself. Today I have decided to do

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