drafts overdue

what if, writing would make everything make sense, or maybe the best solution of all is to shut the fuck up. there's no need to know everything. yes?

note to self : keep potentially upsetting toughts to self, especially when high

time and tide : strange mysterious conveyor of thoughts and [ideas]? give me a break

i need to work better with probabil..no possibilities, let's make friends with the odds

i can only think of one thing right now, written in two thousand nine, or eight, or so

it's been in my drafts for so long that the whats and wheres and whys and hows and what fucks does not matter any longer

what comes to mind in this context is how i once thought that, even if i would jump in the river naked to catch fish, i probably won't get one. alive. i'll get crap.

no gym no worries

i've no any sorts of gym's equipment at home, nor do i could afford to the gym on my precious time allowances. it's very limited, so this might be the great workout.

Figure

www.henryyanart.com

distracting thoughts no. 2

i know. i know i had the chance to know it but that's not the case, cuz something caught me when i sat on a public chair near to a drainage yesterday and noticed a huge gap between the sewage lids and its perforated pipe are not properly attached and both sides of screws are loose and it leaked with waters and so i messed with it a lil bit with a stick and with people staring but knowing to not knowing what i'm doing, i stop in a midst and make myself to a to nearby 7-eleven to buy me a drink that reminds me something i think i want to keep myself to be reminds at but has no clue what's all about.

and so after having a late night session of supper with a bunch of cool people , i went back home and eagerly to googled it out but has no idea where to start or how to begin cuz i've no clue what's the fuss this is all about.

know what i'm sayin sia?

bathroom chat

ms shampoo : guys please save me.. i think he's trying to drain me out..

mr toothbrush : fuck sia, you think you're the only one? everyday gotta brush his teeth, completly worn sia

mr toilet roll : as if it's getting any better than wiping his arse.. dick

mr toilet bowl : not, like eating his shits everyday *sob *sob i'm such a disgrace

mr mirror : i wish i could fart crack seeing his freakin face knn

mr towel : i like his butt though

mr bar soap : ya like, wriggling me through his armpit siao eh..

ms shampoo : my days are numbered wish i could stays longer *sob *sob

mr toilet roll : i wish so shampoo girl.. i'm fucked too

mr bar soap : im gonna fucked soon too. soooner the better! to Hell!

mr toilet bowl : does that mean i'm gonna stay here forever? without you guys? *bohooo

mr mirror : pardon me, if i don't crack i'll be here with you enduring all these.. all these..oh please earthquake shattered me to pieces whatever muaaaarrgghhh

mr toothbrush : we're all fucked.



ms shampoo : ........................




mr toilet bowl : fucked for eternity



mr towel : i'm not fucked haha.. haha.. haha.. haha.. :D






Mr Ting : you're all FUCKED up.

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looking at the stuffs that comes out from a blender is part of the daily routine as a cook. while it seems to be a norm for most, i find myself pretty amazed that every time i turn this thingy on, there will be nothing left to hold. not even a single piece of fruit chunks or an intact lumps or whatever shit that you threw in, left you into this sinking feeling that it'll be too late as soon as you hit the button. [not the panic button]

there's something very dismal about how everything just comes out so clean and so smooth and so well put together. in a very odd kind of my own apprehension, i try, to associate it with all things surrounds me. like, people. human's behavior.
i wonder sometimes have i ever met people who are like blenders, especially those that are closed to me.. you know like, ones that ruthlessly chop and cut and dice and slice and whirl and swirl and every shits that goes in comes out into a sorts of unrecognizable puree.
but one big question is, am i one of them? i'm very afraid.
i'm afraid i'll turned out to be among those 'blenders'.