in a little nutshell, it is all the same,

ohhhyeahhh,

don't the girls around us practice self-pleasuring?



funny. never did have a proper conversation about that with any girl. closest i got to was something like...

me   :   do you like, uhh..masturbate?
her   :  (exclaims) WHAT??! *looks away shyly*
me   :   (changes topic)

come to think of it. guys too. but i'd pass for that.

zzz. asian society.

Let's explore a little more into love,

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       get the joke?

fiend,

i can hate. don't push it.

shunned,

kids run to where there the fun is; but they stay where there is love?



quoting some, where there is enjoyment, i am always there. is it enough? at row, stay where there is love? (:

BFF?

i went down to klcc today and i realized something...ahhh i feel bloody tired. shall continue tomorrow. hee.

continuing where i left off...

...many motorists in malaysia misuse their brakes. Thus that explains my title, Brake For Fucks? Seriously, it's fucking annoying, I strongly believe that brake usage is inversely proportional to both skills and the patience within. Don't agree with me? Let me give you a simple example. You are a reasonable distance behind this Red Nissan car and every few seconds you see the brake light go *blink* *blink*. EVERY BLOODY FEW SECONDS & IT IS A STRAIGHT ROAD!

I swear if I went ahead and thought a little more that motorist is either a genius who is trying to morsecode me something like "Hey like my ass?" or is a complete road-idiot who doesn't know that first by applying the brakes once too often you degrade the overall quality of your car [ which i don't really care ] & second, you instill anxiety to those behind youuuuuuuuuuuuuu!

ugh. please, brake only when you really need or it's gonna break you.

p/s not forgetting to mention that i am driving my dad's old junk, the braking system sucks, everything has worn off. no absorbers or whatever you call them to reduce the impact of the brakes.

numericals.

does high-frequency posting degrade quality?

i figured if they were short and meaningless then the significance behind the posts will definitely wither away over time. i hope mine wouldn't :D :D :D

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 SPAMMED.

Here's one,

idea that could succeed.

people tend to underestimate the effect of freebies on the humanoid population. humanoid because we pompously preach what is good but consciously practise what is bad. i've never seen companies where their products [ which reach out to all layers of society ] provide freebies that appeal to both the adults and the kids.

to go in the dainty details, imagine this. merge them children collectibles and adult freebies. in order to get what the big kids want, they'd've to collect what the small kids want. this way, you'd have to buy more to satisfy the desire for those freebies on both sides.

well, what should these free stuff be? don't ask me. get them products researcher whatever for suggestions.

Zoodoo,

Finally understood what is happening.
Finally realized what is bothering me.
Finally found harmony.                                                             
                                                                                           z-win.



'Go get a life z-win, you don't have one'
Phrases i have heard over and over again for the past few days. BUT let's see.

I have a life, scientifically.
I have a life, literally.
I have a life, religiously.
I have a life, language wise.
I have a life, in this bloody world.

So l/g pray explain to me on what grounds are you dictating me to get a life. Irregardless, I shan't stoop to the level where you all have such a conceptual abstract understanding of life just to vindicate my seeming lack in possessing 'a life'. Whatever makes you happy :D :D :D

surreal.

there she was, standing at the shop i was in, barely steps away;

so close i could reach out and run my fingers through her hair;
so close her scent was intoxicating, maybe even instinctively instigating;
so close..so far.

and she was waiting..

lingering, with her unpinned hair flowing down her back;
lingering, with that placidity arising from her that seems almost intrusive;
lingering, her pulchritude so astounding, 'twas a mental torture not to look her way;

and then just as suddenly our eyes met, she vanished;

p.s.  how i wish it was a mere dream. not a repressed regret.

poizon in ma system.

place, sieve, rinse, repeat. side effects recorded;

fuyo. z-win never sleep again and he is blogging :D :D :D how great he is huh.


i think i mentioned this before but i have discovered new things about myself. the last time i briefly said that when i don't sleep i function at a whole new different level. however, now i realize how much different. trust me it's a lot. well, lets start with the negativities. under normal circumstances, i already have a short attention span. well now, it's even shorter :D perfect huh?

next, i go through everything faster though it may not be as detailed; nevertheless quicker. maybe it's due to the shortened attention capacity my brain just decides to scan things as briefly and simply as possible. which is awesome because everything that i think about, i find myself coming to conclusions with things much more speedy.

besides, my focus is close to maximum, for me that is. hence i am capable of zooming into something that i choose really quick. i haven't tried this with studying yet, but i doubt i will last because there are so many things out there more worthy of an abstract place in this mind as compared to mere words written in a book.

somehow, i feel less sadness too, less pain, less emotions all in all. everything seems to be stripped down bare and naked to my eyes. it's situational, this happening. mmm.



i just lost my interest in explaining. maybe some other time. HAHA. baiiiiii :D :D :D

intelligence.

right, there are two types of intelligence, i believe. first is natural, the other is acquired. the natural type can be sharpened, while the acquired one can be honed. so chill, you and i? we can work our way up there(: heck, who am i convincing. HAHA.

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somehow or rather, my normal attention span came back. AWESOME :D

gone.

darn. i deleted many things ranging from mails, to posts, to pictures that i regret now ):




i just want to be on a small remote island. like what they had in the movie 'the beach'.




whisk me away, someone,

ZACH.

i don't want to do this no more ):

omy.

the sounds emanating from your throat when you felt the lips depart,
how your form archs to every touch, every caress,
sensations heightened, eyes shut, fingers clenched, anticipating...
moments never last.


i love love love love love love love the song Officially Missing You. It just calms the roughest sea in me.

*added by the fact that i have a brand new 2.1 sound system in my room :D thanks Alex!