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Name: Daniel
Country: Singapore
Metro: Singapore
Birthday: 5/25/1984
Gender: Male
Interests: I read. I laugh. I listen. Nuff said. No just kidding that's never enough is it? Listens to Good ol' Rock n' Roll..Deep Purple, Led Zeppelin, The Doors (whose lead singer I absolutely adore), Rainbow, Dire Straits, The Who, Hendrix, The Beatles, Queen..music from the Sixties to the Seventies..basically if your dad heard it then I'm still listening to it. Also gets major kicks outta Dream Theater, who has to be the best prog metal band around, and Iron Maiden. Reads Neil Gaiman (his stories are life-changing), Umberto Eco (this Italian is an amazing writer..go check him out) Oscar Wilde and a dozen other writers who have managed to influence the modern literary world. If you read, speak to me. I love "Get Fuzzy".
Expertise: Conjures silly analogies, creates similes and concocts situations as ridiculous as a skunk in a sack of rice. Actually it could be a sack of wheat too but it is only logical I adopt an Asian context. The skunk makes sure it not only reads silly, it smells silly too.
Occupation: Other
Industry: Other
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MSN: tunnelnuke@yahoo.com
Yahoo:  tunnelnuke@yahoo.com
Jabber: Oh ho I don't go round jabbing people
Member Since:
12/18/2004
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| The King is dead. Long live the King. He rocked my world you know he did. | | |
| Again, I find that I end up staring blankly, waiting endlessly, but it's ok, it always is. | | |
| It's true I suppose. Try as I might, I don't make things better; how could I ever have thought I could, or did. I am useless; the world spins without me, and quicker even, not having to drag my fat ass along, nor any of my opinions if they even exist. So. Goodbye world. Back to my old refuge I thought I'd never touch again. | | |
| Just to let anyone who might care know that I'm still alive, unfortunately.
Haven't been doing much this week. Essays were all done by Monday, didn't feel like studying since I've only 2 papers. Totally had a slumber party at Daphne's, like, totally, and we so totally watched To Wong Foo, Thanks For Everything. It's JUST LIKE A CHICK FLICK, BUT WITH MEN. Hahahahaha. Awesome show, following on Tarantino's Natural Born Killers, and caramel popcorn to go with it. I made the caramel! As I get older, I realise that my sense of achievement is easily tickled by even the most mediocre things I do. Oh well. You know how it is as you get older you realise you haven't really done much with your life so might as well start appreciating what you can do, however nonsensical it is.
Caught the sunset for two days in a row at our not-so-secret spot! Totally picnic worthy I swear. I'm bringing my picnic basket next week. Nothing quite beats the combination of gorgeous scenery, copious amounts of cigarettes and best friend. Unless you add "picnic" of course.
Taken with my phone, but I used my film camera too, so I'm waiting to finish the roll.
I bought a watermelon the size of 2 of my heads. Weighing in at 7 kilos. The fruit seller at my place always makes it a point to holler at me from across the street to buy something, anything. And he knows I stay in the block next to his stall, so no escape. I must admit the fruits are always awesome. Durian, jackfruit, mangoes, mangosteens, mini mandarin oranges. So I tried weasling out by telling him that I didn't have any money on me. "It's ok! Take first and pay me back next time!", he tells me in Teochew.
Now I'm just waiting for the weekend to pass before going back to the grind of studying. I've 12 novels to read for one class, and I've only read half of one book. Mahahahhaa. | | |
| Joy is your joy, your calm of mind, your peace of heart, the comfort of a silence pregnant only with a mutual understanding felt, not said. Grant me that joy, the knowledge that I have done all I can and should. | | |
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