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Today's MoodBoard

So i thought it'd be fun to compile images that represented my moods over the past couple of days. So here it is!
Also, all artwork belongs to their rightful creators, reference links below.

http://bylaauraa.deviantart.com/art/Autumn-Secrets-138737261
http://models-inc.deviantart.com/art/Countess-Grotesque-5-99406052
http://yorvig.deviantart.com/art/wolf-53413227
http://artgerm.deviantart.com/art/Samurai-Spirit-6-77998563
http://torenatkinson.deviantart.com/art/Cthulhu-20881839
http://chrisbonney.deviantart.com/art/the-red-couch-50188354
http://americanboy.deviantart.com/art/sex-60-71728127

See the full gallery on posterous

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A song for you - Bank & Trust #fb

The Bank And Trust by The Elected   (4595 KB)
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It funny how things change. The internet has changed the way we do many things. So instead of standing outside my window and serenading me to let down my hair or drop a hanky for you to catch, you sent me an mp3. Don't get me wrong, it was lovely.

So now, I give this to all of you. It's a song to sing at the end of the day. So be glad it's Friday.

Lyrics:
Well, she gets real mean when she's drunk
And she finally fell asleep, and I'm glad
She said, 'The only way you got as far as you did
Is 'cause of me. Your songs suck'
And I'm stuck in this American town
And the streets are full of snow
And the shops are closin' down
And the only friend I had here moved away
Went back to Dallas
Ran out of money

So now the bills have all been paid
And the money's all been saved
You're still as sad as you ever were
Sellin' out
To the man you trust

The next morning, just after dawn
On the side of my bed with just a towel on
She said, 'I'm sorry. I didn't mean it.'
You never do, let's finish what we were working on

So now the bills have all been paid
And the money's all been saved
We're just as bad as we ever were
Sellin' out to the bank and trust
Yeah, the bank and trust

And I met this girl from Montgomery
A twenty six-year-old with a five-year-old baby
Yeah, I had her when I was young
Yeah, her daddy's long gone
But that's all right, Jack
You see, she saved me

It's just that I feel stuck in this American town
I finally got a good job, it'd just be dumb to move now
So some days I can hardly move
Much less move away

So now the bills have all been paid
And the money's all been saved
We're just as bad as we ever were, ever were
Selling out to the bank and trust
Yeah, the man you trust
Yeah, the man you trust

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New Board Shorts, Please!

The sun burned hot in the sky. The water looked cool and refreshing, conveniently nestled in the shade of the building. 'Perfect,' I thought to myself. In all my excitement it slipped my mind to do some stretches, a little warm-up wouldn't hurt, it would prevent the hurt (God knows how little I exercise, if I ever do.)

I dove in, cutting through the water, my own momentum pushing me forward, surfacing a couple of meters ahead. As I prepped myself for some freestyle action, hands purposefully slicing in the water and pulling me forward, I realised something. Something both wonderful and dreadful. Wonderful: I had lost some of the weight I intended to lose. Dreadful: My shorts were half way down my ass. Great.

I stopped, pulled up my shorts and continued on. Stopping at each end of the pool to pull my shorts up. I was not the most poised of swimmers but I was getting the job done. 45 minutes worth of swimming, pulling up shorts and swimming some more, I decided to call it a day. I emerged in all my splendour and glory from the water. You would think that I would have forgotten the looseness of my shorts and they would fall all the way down as I hoisted myself out. A-ha! I have you there, I didn't. It was now that I realised the back part of my shorts are white. Yayyyyy. Pants clinging to my ass, I shamelessly sashay around the pool for a couple of minutes, having a smoke. I'm sorry if you had to witness that.

So, verdict: I need new, fitting, non-white board shorts.

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Oh, THAT Guy.

Guy #1:
There's always that one guy. You know, the one that talks like he knows everything and is evidently trying to sound more intelligent than he actually is as you roll your eyes in exasperation.

Well, dude. FAIL.

We don't like the way you try and be all that. It sucks, you suck. You're not gonna lull anyone into bed with that attitude. You just annoy the shit out of people. I wanted to smack you. Who the hell are you?! Fake tattoos (yes, I know they are FAKE), angled mohawk and a put-on accent. Wow, prize catch.

It's time to throw down!

Guy #2:
You've met him. Sparks fly, universes are sown together as you speak.You talk about life, living, loving, friends, whiskey, surprises, the supernatural and even the weather. It goes on, the night comes to a close, you go home. He's there with you, of course. Something sweet from the kitchen followed by something spicy in the bedroom. Scenes more steamy that the one with Kate Winslet and Leonardo DiCaprio in Titanic fill what remains of the night. Then the sun, blazing across the sky, steals it all away. "I want to see you again," you beg. "No, we'll leave it at this," he reasons, "if we see each other again, we'll know it was meant to be..."

Neek: So now how? You've met this hypothetical guy in a hypothetical world and he just leaves you like that.
Dave: Then, I guess I'll just leave it at that. If we do ever meet again then it'll be magical.
Neek: What?! Aren't you gonna make the effort to look for him? Find out who he is and meet him again to give fate a nudge?
Dave: Guess not, the magic's lost then... also, it seems kinda stalker-ish.
Neek: You. Are a moron.
Dave: For leaving it up to chance?!
Neek: What if I had his number? Would you give fate a push and ask me for it?
Dave: Yea, duh, of course.
Neek: Well now, I'm NOT GIVING IT TO YOU. We'll leave it up to chance
Dave: *gasp!* You asshole.

So I'm hypothetically pissed at Neek for hypothetically keeping me from my dream guy.

Where are all the hot, smart, non-mental guys anyway?! Can someone let me know, please? Thanks.

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The Experiments Continue

We keep rolling with the experiments people. Yes I'm already acting like TONS of people are reading this. Now, we test what happens when I email an image to Posterous. OOOOooooOOoOoooo.

This was from the mad party that was UOX Play Future at Bukit Kiara, Kuala Lumpur.

Line-up was the craziest we've seen in the last two years:

• Steve Aoki
• Shitdisco
• Paserock
• Stretch Armstrong
• Lapsap
• Twilight ActionGirl

All we were missing was Boys Noize, Shinichi Osawa and Kissy Sellout. Time for a show in KL, guys.

Maybe I should attach TWO pictures to see how it handles a gallery. meh. too lazy.

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10... 9... 8...

So this is the test post for Blogger and Tumblr, let's hope this all works out well.

I have tons of space to write whatever the hell I want. What happens when i hook this up with Twitter? Does it automatically do a Tweet-Shrink?

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