tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110783452008-07-17T07:43:57.786+08:00MALAYSIANALIENDeVianthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18258649345654277765noreply@blogger.comBlogger570125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11078345.post-72716536890177751422008-07-16T08:28:00.007+08:002008-07-16T08:44:31.522+08:00TravelOf late, thoughts of migration have crossed my mind. I definitely miss the corner of Haight and Ashbury, shit even that pizza they served on telegraph was pretty god damn amazing. I wonder if with the mortgage crisis and all building up, if its easier or hard to get a job overseas. <br /><br />Traveling sales man sounds like a good idea... :P<br /><br />By the way, its raining quite hard outside. Please bring an umbrella.DeVianthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18258649345654277765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11078345.post-35978777912430177972008-07-12T21:56:00.004+08:002008-07-12T22:21:02.798+08:00I sat at a busy coffee shop somewhere in the city with my boss a couple of days ago, and he was relating his teen daughter's blog, about how deep and angsty it read. Forged of uncertainty and rawness, only fitting the archetype of us, Gen-Y.<br /><br />I smiled and thought, gee, I can totally relate. Microcosms... :)<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I am perplexed, and perhaps even a little lost for thought on where I should go from here. There has never been a point in my life where the need for clarity is so great but now. Not even during the hazy days of my post-teenage angst nor that streak of drunken debauchery I was going through not too long ago.<br /></span>DeVianthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18258649345654277765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11078345.post-69943451170924410952008-07-12T11:47:00.004+08:002008-07-12T11:52:25.820+08:00My Pseudo-HolidayI decided to take a holiday yesterday, but ended up working half the day away anyhow. <br /><br />Is this life? Is this it? <br /><br />Sometimes it pays to just turn off your cellphone. <br /><br />Sigh.<br /><br />I really hope this pays off one day, and I don't turn into one of those 'Warren Schmidt ' types. (Have you watched that movie, "<a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0257360/">About Schmidt</a>" ??? It's fuckin awesome!) <br /><br />Anyway.DeVianthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18258649345654277765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11078345.post-37366353106604511502008-07-09T00:53:00.003+08:002008-07-09T01:12:07.022+08:00RedemptionA fine June day some three years ago, I wrote....<br /><br /><a href="http://malaysianalien.blogspot.com/2005/06/now-if-only-i-could-talk-like-i-write.html">Sprint</a><br /><br /><br />Three years, 1 month, 3 days later.....<br /><br /><a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/07/08/technology/08sprint.html?ref=technology">REDEMPTION</a>!!!!!<br /><br /><br />TAKE THAT YOU STUPID PIECE OF SHIT!!!I TOLD YOU YOU'D GIT FIRED!!<br /><br />HAHAHAHAHAHHA!!<br /><br /><br />okok i get carried away....<br /><br />But it feels good to know that capitalism still works...<br /><br /><br />Although a tad slower than expected.DeVianthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18258649345654277765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11078345.post-3479188235434299392008-06-15T08:41:00.006+08:002008-06-15T09:01:37.083+08:00GodEvangelists rang on my doorbell this morning.<br /><br />Just when I was feeling down and out. Ironically enough.<br /><br />A sign of the lack of faith in my life perhaps? Maybe it was just random chance...<br /><br />I told them I wasn't interested.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"The sound of silence as the pin drops from the three foot pedestal..."<br /><br />New goal in life - "Habitual excellence"<br /></span>DeVianthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18258649345654277765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11078345.post-17305186800131769822008-06-13T00:42:00.005+08:002008-06-14T11:10:53.538+08:00The Great DemiseI have refrained from posting anymore until I get myslf a new lptop. <br /><br />asyou can see,writing on akeyboard whichbarelyworks is quitee a cumbersome affair,booth physicallyand metaphysically. <br /><br />:) <br /><br />I love this keyboard!<br /><br />p.s: did u realize that today is Friday the 13th?DeVianthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18258649345654277765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11078345.post-59455994313865613722008-05-29T18:44:00.000+08:002008-05-29T18:46:18.677+08:00The Great EscapeI am planning the great escape. <br /><br />My great escape. <br /><br />The great escape to pale all great escapes! <br /><br />Alcatraz, brilliantly boring.DeVianthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18258649345654277765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11078345.post-83167624822585219022008-05-14T23:17:00.004+08:002008-05-15T11:31:32.317+08:00Money and LifeAfter 2 years of work, and a whole lot of messed up expectations, I've come to a realization. That I do not love money.<br /><br />Which brings me to the quandary which I am in right now.<br /><br />If relationship, family, and friends removed from the equation, what else would score high on the scale of things which would make me happy?<br /><br />Self-Actualization? I'm too young.<br /><br />Self-Gratification? I'm not that lonely.<br /><br />Self-fornication?<br /><br /><br /><br />I don't think so.DeVianthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18258649345654277765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11078345.post-91900653838776295872008-05-11T20:27:00.001+08:002008-05-11T20:29:15.733+08:00Mothers Day<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cE8i9VPsvZg/SCbmXNEihsI/AAAAAAAAAXk/519nBiVidwA/s1600-h/happy+mothers+day.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cE8i9VPsvZg/SCbmXNEihsI/AAAAAAAAAXk/519nBiVidwA/s400/happy+mothers+day.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199096106165896898" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />Found At: <a href="http://www.newyorker.com/online/covers/slideshow_mothersdaycovers?slide=6#showHeader">The New Yorker </a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Happy Mothers Day<br /></div>DeVianthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18258649345654277765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11078345.post-24768753150069624272008-05-11T19:49:00.003+08:002008-05-11T20:07:39.726+08:00Spraying lightSometimes you sit on the ledge of consciousness, and thoughts of leaping race through your mind. You begin to recall moments which were long forgotten, and how it ended like the extinction of a star - so plain to the naked eye, only brilliant through the lens of a kaleidoscope, your kaleidoscope, our kaleidoscope.DeVianthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18258649345654277765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11078345.post-33720193226178291882008-05-11T11:01:00.002+08:002008-05-11T11:06:33.385+08:00Easy like Sunday Morning.My mind is transient, so is my soul. Moving and shooting like falling stars on the distant horizon. Drawing faint lines on the plains of the universe, and on my face. <br /><br />I do not care anymore. <br /><br /><br /><br />See Ya'll Later Space-Cowboyz...DeVianthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18258649345654277765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11078345.post-23080320684953021152008-05-07T08:59:00.004+08:002008-05-11T11:00:35.514+08:00The Gulf of BeansvilleIt is absurdly true! That speck of dust in a pile of dirt, dichotomously separate, yet of the same kind. What is then the point of existing at all? <br /><br />But for a feeling of course. :) <br /><br /><br />"The gulf of time behind us pales in comparison to the infinite sea of time ahead." -- Meditations, Marcus Aurelius --DeVianthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18258649345654277765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11078345.post-80906949510479944492008-05-01T12:48:00.004+08:002008-05-01T12:52:12.804+08:00Dream MontageAre ephemeral dreams secret messages from the dead or unknown? <br /><br />Do these dreams mean anything, or are these just random subconscious attempts at placating the dissatisfied soul? <br /><br /><br />See Ya'll Later Space-Cowboyz...DeVianthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18258649345654277765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11078345.post-72241842784992707722008-04-27T09:59:00.003+08:002008-04-27T10:08:24.172+08:00Sitting at the table; litter scattered all over the floor. Somehow I had a strange feeling that all of the fried chicken and noodle wouldn't end well. <br /><br />I'm down with some sort of food poisoning. That bloody place is disgustingly unsanitary. Urghhh... <br /><br />Vermin...DeVianthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18258649345654277765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11078345.post-52353613407729535522008-04-19T07:22:00.006+08:002008-04-19T09:14:52.506+08:00ExoticaHow did we end up at the Westin last nite? Its beyond me.<br /><br />I haven't woken up so dazed and confused in a while. I guess its a good thing.<br /><br />I've been sitting on a blog-post for a while now, it just puzzles me how much effort it takes to write palatable stuff down.<br /><br />I met an old friend at work yesterday - he just joined the firm. Weird... he told me he's exporting exotic animals on the side. Legally of course. Frogs, snakes, you Chinese and can eat it, he has it.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />See Ya'll Later Space-Cowboyz...<br /><br /><br /><br /></span>DeVianthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18258649345654277765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11078345.post-48754170468411524372008-04-13T11:39:00.002+08:002008-04-13T11:41:53.193+08:00My new gadget!I just bought myself a new Sony Ericsson yesterday, new toy to play on the shitter!<br /><br />Woo HOO!!<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />See Ya'll Later Space-Cowboyz...</span>DeVianthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18258649345654277765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11078345.post-30104440413509512472008-04-10T00:52:00.005+08:002008-04-10T01:12:51.616+08:00The GymThe great demise of my once routine workout is seeing a revival of sorts. I've finally signed up at a gym. Today was the first day back on the bench for me, and right now, I can hardly type without my arms feeling like it has rocks tied to the ends of it.<br /><br />I've given up trying to live like a rock star strung out on booze all the time, and instead growing myself both physically and spiritually.<br /><br />Don't worry, it doesn't look like I'll be signing up for Yoga anytime soon.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />See Ya'll Later Space-Junkies...</span>DeVianthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18258649345654277765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11078345.post-48966252524205875122008-04-07T00:18:00.009+08:002008-04-07T00:43:14.063+08:00Thought preceeds me.Thinking of innocence, thinking of life.<br /><br />Thinking of retribution, thinking of revenge.<br /><br />Thinking of youth, thinking of elasticity.<br /><br />Thinking of non-existence, thinking of paradox.<br /><br />Thinking of paranoia, thinking of the serene.<br /><br />Thinking of depression, thinking of the velvet sun.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />Thinking, See Ya'll Later Space-Cowboyz...<br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;">"But then they danced down the streets like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes 'Awww!'" </span>- Jack Kerouac -<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /><br /></span>DeVianthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18258649345654277765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11078345.post-15980264102465989842008-04-05T12:18:00.004+08:002008-04-05T12:43:57.693+08:00Normandy, Elmo and Me.<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cE8i9VPsvZg/R_cAPWTkw8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/oGDxijBvq0o/s1600-h/normandy.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cE8i9VPsvZg/R_cAPWTkw8I/AAAAAAAAAXc/oGDxijBvq0o/s400/normandy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185613759626134466" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">Yc found this really funny photo of me asleep with Elmo on my back. T'was back whilst I was still in Michigan. hahahah.. I think I just got back from work, and knocked out. My roomies were bored....<br /></div><br /><br /><br /></div></div>DeVianthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18258649345654277765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11078345.post-15311379354404537422008-04-03T09:29:00.008+08:002008-04-03T17:59:43.555+08:00Random thought of the Day.The race against the inevitable, the impregnable, the putrid smelling cloud of dirt, rolling around in the hay of disillusionment. Coming out the other side - with accomplishment they say.<br /><br />I can't remember who it was that said, "If things don't go right the first time round, it leaves you smarter, but also much more cynical."<br /><br />:P<br /><br /><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">See Ya'll Later Cynic-Cowboyz...</span><br /><em></em><br /><em></em><br /><em>A cynically good essay about life, Found at: <a href="http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2008/04/07/080407fa_fact_kinsley">The New Yorker</a></em><br /><em></em><br /><em></em>DeVianthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18258649345654277765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11078345.post-72198188268707226832008-04-02T09:36:00.010+08:002008-04-02T17:41:57.242+08:00Keeping it real.So what now?<span style="font-style: italic;"> Now that I've sold out on myself, traded my youth away for a shirt, collar, tie, and gray suit. Now no longer interested in listening to the rock and roll of crazy haired junkies, instead only in crazy haired clients. Now that I am conforming to the current-culture, no longer the counter-culture. Now that I go out to a club, just to feel what it was like. Now that I can actually afford more than just 7-11 beer, and a 60 dollar shirt. Now that I realize all of the things which used to thrill the taste buds and knock you hard on the back of the head - just tastes of flat beer. </span><br /><br />I went for my 1st grandmother's funeral on Sunday, and felt nothing. Body seemed cold, gray, skin taut.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">See Ya'll Later Space-Cowboyz...<br /><br /><br /><br /></span>DeVianthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18258649345654277765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11078345.post-82722256052310078362008-03-31T21:46:00.005+08:002008-03-31T22:12:34.085+08:00Someday<object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YlYsDNilKDQ&hl=en"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YlYsDNilKDQ&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><br />I'm loving The Strokes...DeVianthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18258649345654277765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11078345.post-19683242284493164732008-03-30T18:08:00.000+08:002008-03-30T18:10:43.577+08:00The pitfalls of democracy<object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w8px_KyIFyo&hl=en"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w8px_KyIFyo&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"></embed></object>DeVianthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18258649345654277765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11078345.post-39346875198298455022008-03-29T09:52:00.007+08:002008-03-29T10:22:32.807+08:00HardlyI do not make the effort to post enough to even call this a blog anymore. I should call it a fridge - you know how you paste notes on it?<br /><br />Stuck under a pastel red magnet, you'd find a note saying, <span style="font-style: italic;">"Do not forget to take the towels out to dry." </span><br /><br />or,<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />"The coffee needs to be refilled."</span><br /><br />impossibly,<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />"Creative inclinations have long since escaped."</span><br /><br /><br />TIMEtoGO.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">See Ya'll Later Space-Xo....<br /><br /><br />p.s: Life seems to be looping itself - except in this bizarre chain of events, each turn has a different sound coming out of it. Audible...?<br /><br /><br /><br /></span>DeVianthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18258649345654277765noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11078345.post-89109406955753703092008-03-20T18:02:00.006+08:002008-03-20T19:02:34.929+08:00Deanna Templeton<div style="text-align: center;"><img style="width: 590px; height: 590px;" src="http://www.rvcaclothing.com/anp/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/evil-cunt.jpg" /><br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="width: 585px; height: 594px;" src="http://www.rvcaclothing.com/anp/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/signed-back-girl.jpg" /><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="width: 584px; height: 588px;" src="http://www.rvcaclothing.com/anp/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/_partygirlbarcy.jpg" /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;">Found at: <a href="http://www.rvcaclothing.com/anp/?cat=1">RVCA</a><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>DeVianthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18258649345654277765noreply@blogger.com