let's see

i kinda expected i slept through the weekend
maybe cos of the home calls and disturbances, i didnt really get some good rest
6 hours?
whatever happened to the need to sleep

i was like so deprived of everything close to me during my few weeks of travelling
my skin was dry
i didnt watch my diet
i lived from hotel to hotel
flights to flights
listening to listening
presentations to presentations
training to training
offices to offices
customers to customers
fags to fags
beer to beer
move to move
packing to packing
but im not complaining about the trip
the exposure i think awesome
i learned so much from Brandon
technical ? nah
but he reminds me like a lousier, apt Alan Shore
you just plough through the presentations
and answers to the questions
whether they served the purpose of
ANSWERED
or
TRAINED
or
CONVINCED
you
just plough through
like Alan did those sick closings

Did i mentioned too he had rather a high sense of EQ
well definitely high than the other guy
and he's young, married, kid-ed
have some feeling he's poised to take the reins of the business of the fam

STATE OF DENIAL

speaking of the other guy
yeah probably he is disappointed in me
pulease for fuck sake
i too am
that fucking email i think took one big slice of the cake
that motherfucker
give me a break man
disappointed?
"he only have friends in Pe****?"
looks whos talking now
i worked so hard during the trips
emails sent like after 1 am
and all i get is 'disappointed'
K is right
the coy doesnt know how to retain people
people dont care about how hard you work
or the shit you take

PERSONAL

its time to face, and solve the problem
love it or hate it
i have to do it
for better or for worse

a small being in a fuckin' big suite

and i fuckin' miss her.

probably

its one of those periods
when you feel down
things happen and just hurried by you
without giving you a chance to even find out
what the fuck was wrong
my heart is beating fast
the pills making me drop shit
im thirsty as shit
i need to sleep
and no im not stoned on jackshit
they didnt let me donate blood that time
and i felt like a fucking unwanted

clever

now you know

I wanted to post something kinda un-raveling about someone who is shitting me all over since along time ago
the source of my problem
THE source
i was typing
and i realised i cant write here
+ a whole ton of shit
now you now why i have Djehuty

where the juice's at

i think
therefore
i am

lost in transition

the transition from being lost
and being able to see the light
i was on a telling trip in march to malaysia
took alot of time on my own to filter things through
i think i got like used to stoned in he bathtub
no alcohol
just the heat from the shower
and some loads of fags

i even written this long ass entry for my personal space
and now is a few days to June
and I haven't convey-ed it into a txt file
let alone to Djehuty
I know i'm a shit assed procrastinator
but i didnt know im that bad

i cant remember what i wanna write here in this public domain
i think public writing aint no thing for me
see, i have tons of secrets
and tons of things i cant say aloud
let alone write aloud
i was checking shit out yesterday
when i saw a certain someone
a certain somebui
then it kinda came back a little
but it was all good
all fake
on the hindsight of shit
it was fucking impossible shit

i didnt update this blog often
no much more than Djehuty
whats the idea of blogging?
i told nat i aint no for the idea
about sharing my everyday life with readers
not that i have anything share anyway
not like i opened my own REED SPACE
my own lifestyle company
my own events firm
fuck
i dont even take pictures when i go out

i forgot how they say i was a splendid writer last time
now im writing in spurts
it works for me
no twist no turns
and i have hell lotsa shit in djehuty
dude, it IS stinky ol' fucking shit

and then i went to Europe 2nd time round
the feeling was awesome
its like
my nokia days were just like, last week?
i still recalled the very first day i sleep in europhaus
you see, from god knows when i have been visiting home on weekends
weekdays im either in school
or in camp
so i thought, like, fri catching a fucking flight back to sg
have a dinner
stone in front of tv
sun night fly back to germany
dude that was a good dream
twisted, but good
so back to europe part II
i dropped at zurich sunday morning AFUCKINGAIN
fucking ghost town
walked the bahnhoff strasse
etcetc
but hey
this time i aint no staying no shit hostel aii?
i aint munching on no french loaves this time
and i was kinda blessed to have my good friend with me
a new good friend
a good new friend

speaking of which
i talked to a certain someguy
first up he issued me some law issues
some heads up about 9ht D
(yea you cant google shit now!)
and we talked
about doing our own reed space
boy this dream i thought was dormant
i thought im at most gon do some mini biz shit
but he sparked what is deemed to be
destined shit to me

DESIGN
FASHION
LIFESTYLE
SPACE
EVENTS
BEAUTIFUL
CHICKS ;)

im gonna holla him up when i can
whaddup dan

(yeah fuck you michael
fuck you too cand haha)

so what lies ahead?
i dont even feel like writing here anymore
for my kids?
for my friends?
for my .....
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