i believe fart is a form of volatile art
28/11/2005
Filed under: pr0n — corpsie @ 12:04 pm

Just incase you’d prefer papaya milkshake over an apple pie.
Then, probably you ought to take a look at this.

HotMalayGirls.com features hot malay girls spotted on the web. It aims to collate beautiful malay women online in search of the one worthy of the title - The Hottest Malay Girl.

but unlike me, i’ve been diggydy huntin’ for quite some time. And discovered more than i’ve imagined. Seriously, there are tons more hotmalaygirls out there. That website need to get an edge. Try f.r.i.e.n.d.s.t.e.r and m.y.s.p.a.c.e (rotfl!)

oh yea, it’s a perverted post.

im back.

24/11/2005
Filed under: interesting — corpsie @ 11:05 am

sembahyanglah

No SPM needed. PMR osso not needed (i assume). Just Pray! You might get that dream job of making copies and liminating. If you pray hard enough, you’ll get promoted and sells utensils. Isnt that fun?

21/11/2005
Filed under: interesting — corpsie @ 12:49 pm

elder lisa got married, finally.
on the 19th. it was somekind of a trip yo.

what i like about it best was,
the serious talk right before when my sister heads back to kl.
it was so fucking serious that, my sister shed tears..

to think about it. i liked it.

serious talk. kua kua kua.

14/11/2005
Filed under: ecstasy — corpsie @ 1:04 pm

a girl walk in the kitchen and asks her friend,
*hand gesture to friend, while rubbing her nose*
“do you have somemore powder, I dont like my flat nose”
*she saw us, she left*

*a friend of mine smiled*
“I dont like my flat nose??”

hahahaha she left me hanging for days!!

11/11/2005
Filed under: ecstasy — corpsie @ 3:49 pm

It’s not my body that im worried about. It’s my fucking soul. The only happiness i have right now is only setting my soul free once in a while.

Therefore, I eat, shit and sleep in lalaland instead of living the real deal. call me spoilt, call me pathetic, even better call me a freak.

It takes a handfull of courage to plunder, to damage irreparably, to sink under the influence of music, drugs and whole bunch of trash.

Yes, worthless, just like a diary. You might go, a diary? yuh. People dont do diaries instead they write and maintain fucking blogs. Now isn’t that ironic.

To me it’s worth the try. I’d regret this later on in life but at the meantime. Goats mbekkk and Cats meoww, as there is still a little bit of sanity in me.

For me, the only way to live is to die and brought back to life over and over again. Just like the sun sets then darkness engulf the night.

I envy goldfish.. they dont have to remember names like I do.
I wasn’t fit to this world, but im hanging on. Suck this inability to digest names.

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