Sent by: Derrick
To: Garry Johal
Time: 01:53 hrs 26-09-06
Message:
You spoke to me : Art is merely a creation in which there is no meaning. All art is quite useless. What is life?IT is merely a malady made useless by its fervour, in due respect to the melancholy and satire, in which only enriches the complexion of passion savoured by the intellectual beings, possessing the will to define. The panacea can only be music and pathos. For music quences the terrestial desire and pathos resolves the will
I replied: DEI WHAT YOU TALKING DA !?!
That just displayed the differences between our thoughts.
Friday, December 29, 2006
Thursday, December 21, 2006
thats YOU!!!upon being asked a simpre question
Sent by: Garry Johal
To: Derrick
Time:0929hrs 19-11-06
Message:
Derrick:There is an idea. Then there are people.Communication is the bridge that links the idea and the people.It provides the medium through which the idea is conveyed to the people.The bridge itself is a medium to carry that idea.Thus,like the bridge,the medium of communication can take on various formats, such as,television,internet,print and radio. These various formats are known collectively as media.Media has 3 functions: to inform, to entertain, to influence.
Johal:I just asked you if you want to share pack.
Derrick: And that is my answer.
Time: 0015hrs 21-11-2006
Message:
Johal: Dei!Later you OE what time.
Derrick:Time is an abstract idea.Or is it.If humans did not quntify time into feasible units such as days,years,millenia etc,would time still exist?Is this like the age old adage,"If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it,does it make a noise?"Then again, time is considered by many to be the 4th dimension. After all, our universe is contained in a space-time continuum.Space and time and inextricably linked. Einstein claimed that space time is curve.Indeed,he further postulated that time is determined by the speed of light. That, in a nutshell, is why, if humans were to travel to a far away universe, to the travellers it will seem like a few years back, but when they come back, time on earth would have it to be several hundred or even million years.Thus more research needs to be done in the field of quantum physics before any one theory can be concretised.
Johal: so 3rd la?
Derrick:(pause). Yes.
Time: 00:04hrs 21-11-2006
Message:
Derrick: Do you know that in many countries,newspaper is sold in little boxes whereby one puts in a coin which then allows one to open a lid to retreive the paper in question.It was tried in Singapore,however,certain people of ill conscience took all the newspaper after inserting one coin.Thus , it is painfully obvious that the honour system does not work here and given the chance,the "kiasu" ugly Singaporean would sooner take advantage of a system that relies on basic morals to steal a few paltry newspapers than to maintain good ethics and social conduct.This matter of contention is evident that we as a culture are still mired in our infancy.
Johal:I just asked you why here got no vending machine what.
To: Derrick
Time:0929hrs 19-11-06
Message:
Derrick:There is an idea. Then there are people.Communication is the bridge that links the idea and the people.It provides the medium through which the idea is conveyed to the people.The bridge itself is a medium to carry that idea.Thus,like the bridge,the medium of communication can take on various formats, such as,television,internet,print and radio. These various formats are known collectively as media.Media has 3 functions: to inform, to entertain, to influence.
Johal:I just asked you if you want to share pack.
Derrick: And that is my answer.
Time: 0015hrs 21-11-2006
Message:
Johal: Dei!Later you OE what time.
Derrick:Time is an abstract idea.Or is it.If humans did not quntify time into feasible units such as days,years,millenia etc,would time still exist?Is this like the age old adage,"If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it,does it make a noise?"Then again, time is considered by many to be the 4th dimension. After all, our universe is contained in a space-time continuum.Space and time and inextricably linked. Einstein claimed that space time is curve.Indeed,he further postulated that time is determined by the speed of light. That, in a nutshell, is why, if humans were to travel to a far away universe, to the travellers it will seem like a few years back, but when they come back, time on earth would have it to be several hundred or even million years.Thus more research needs to be done in the field of quantum physics before any one theory can be concretised.
Johal: so 3rd la?
Derrick:(pause). Yes.
Time: 00:04hrs 21-11-2006
Message:
Derrick: Do you know that in many countries,newspaper is sold in little boxes whereby one puts in a coin which then allows one to open a lid to retreive the paper in question.It was tried in Singapore,however,certain people of ill conscience took all the newspaper after inserting one coin.Thus , it is painfully obvious that the honour system does not work here and given the chance,the "kiasu" ugly Singaporean would sooner take advantage of a system that relies on basic morals to steal a few paltry newspapers than to maintain good ethics and social conduct.This matter of contention is evident that we as a culture are still mired in our infancy.
Johal:I just asked you why here got no vending machine what.
Green Pecs
Sent by:Garry Johal
To:Derrick
Time:09:09 hrs 22-10-06
Message:
I glanced to the west and what did i spot?That wench Green Pecs,flirting away with that olive skinned chap.I find his ebony obsession most unsettling.That ample ear-haired ruffian has also forgoed his freedom to quit this vile place in order that he may pursue conversations of a most graphic sexual nature with that horny fiend.The sound of their 2 zips simultaneously bursting hurt my ears and I know not if I shall ever have full hearing faculties ever again.I implore you,do not go down that path. There is nothing but a waxy mess of ear hair and lard at the end of the treacherous road.
To:Derrick
Time:09:09 hrs 22-10-06
Message:
I glanced to the west and what did i spot?That wench Green Pecs,flirting away with that olive skinned chap.I find his ebony obsession most unsettling.That ample ear-haired ruffian has also forgoed his freedom to quit this vile place in order that he may pursue conversations of a most graphic sexual nature with that horny fiend.The sound of their 2 zips simultaneously bursting hurt my ears and I know not if I shall ever have full hearing faculties ever again.I implore you,do not go down that path. There is nothing but a waxy mess of ear hair and lard at the end of the treacherous road.
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
Sent by:Garry Johal
To:Derrick
Time: 14:07 10-10-2006
Message:
A mere peasant knows nothing of modern healthcare.Healthcare to me is inserting a ground up brinjal into my anus to assuage constipation.However, aristocrats like yourself are very different. Why right now you have left for a heart appointment in your hansom cab, festooned in luscious silk and cotton. Tis good,sir, health is wealth.But what do i know, us common folk only visit the doctor when we are at death's door.Why just last week, dear Vincent the dung-sorter visited a doctor. He has accidentally severed his leg in a freak barber incident. However being as he is a humble, poor man, he received some cough syrup with instructions to massage the afflicted stump daily, that it would grow back in a few months.Thus good king Sir of the gentry, appreciate thy high standings.
To:Derrick
Time: 14:07 10-10-2006
Message:
A mere peasant knows nothing of modern healthcare.Healthcare to me is inserting a ground up brinjal into my anus to assuage constipation.However, aristocrats like yourself are very different. Why right now you have left for a heart appointment in your hansom cab, festooned in luscious silk and cotton. Tis good,sir, health is wealth.But what do i know, us common folk only visit the doctor when we are at death's door.Why just last week, dear Vincent the dung-sorter visited a doctor. He has accidentally severed his leg in a freak barber incident. However being as he is a humble, poor man, he received some cough syrup with instructions to massage the afflicted stump daily, that it would grow back in a few months.Thus good king Sir of the gentry, appreciate thy high standings.
insomnia
My mind was weary
so was my head heavy,
Yet why as I lay myself on my bed,
can't I fall asleep ?
so was my head heavy,
Yet why as I lay myself on my bed,
can't I fall asleep ?
Monday, December 18, 2006
Sent by: Garry Johal
To: Derrick
Time : 08:49 19-11-2006
Message:
I was sipping my 2nd cup of tea when I heard a furious banging on my door. Before I could say enter, a big black beast broke down the door and stumbled in. He stood there panting, hands waving around in exaggerated circles, sweat like a layer of frost on his forehead. There was fear in his eyes.Fear and urgency. He looked like a hunted animal.I could not make out what he was saying.It was only after I gave him several tight slaps that he regained his composure. "Dei!!!!Slayer coming to Singapore da!!!!" he screamed, while extending his right arm upwards, his thumb,index and pinky fingers outstretched and he shook his hand side to side with such violence that I was sure that his fist would quit his wrist and fly across the room and into my tea.I told him, "Calm doon!",to which he responded with a sharp flick of my shoulder with his left hand. He then outstretched both arms, fists closed, and spinning around, much like a top, growling,"mosh mosh". After receiving several blows from him , I restrained the great beast with some strips of plastic which I had lying about.I warned him that if he did not act like a gentleman and sit down, I would be left with no choice but to ask him to transcend my office, back to whence he came .What he did next was most baffling.When he heard about my ultimatum, he requested for a microphone from me in a most high pitch voice, and prolonged his monosyllabic utterance for several seconds.I ignored his ejaculation and explained to him that I had no interest in slaying any person. The only slaying i did was on a one-horse open sleigh, and it was only June! He countered this by requesting for a microphone again, about 3 times-"mike mike mike"- followed by-"we have to bash this dei. Its fucking slayer. I'm going to buy the tickets now,Felix is helping me."I could not , for the life of me, understand what this robust chap was saying."I care not for your tone and use of profanity.Be gone from here before I give you a damn good thrashing. I have quite alot of work to complete this day. Why, it is already tea-time and i still have 3 manuscripts to pursue.Thusly, fiend of Hades, annoy not me, throw not a wrench into my plans, bug not my life, pain me not in my neck;please, i beg of thee,migrate from my space,transgress the boundary of my office, infiltrate the membrane of the outside world. In short adieu!" He gave me a perplexed look, furrowing his brows in a pathetic attempt to understand my simple statement. He lifted his vast ass off his chair, adjusted his faded t-shirt, accused me of being meek, and sidestepped his way out of my chambers. "Good riddance", I thought to myself.
To: Derrick
Time : 08:49 19-11-2006
Message:
I was sipping my 2nd cup of tea when I heard a furious banging on my door. Before I could say enter, a big black beast broke down the door and stumbled in. He stood there panting, hands waving around in exaggerated circles, sweat like a layer of frost on his forehead. There was fear in his eyes.Fear and urgency. He looked like a hunted animal.I could not make out what he was saying.It was only after I gave him several tight slaps that he regained his composure. "Dei!!!!Slayer coming to Singapore da!!!!" he screamed, while extending his right arm upwards, his thumb,index and pinky fingers outstretched and he shook his hand side to side with such violence that I was sure that his fist would quit his wrist and fly across the room and into my tea.I told him, "Calm doon!",to which he responded with a sharp flick of my shoulder with his left hand. He then outstretched both arms, fists closed, and spinning around, much like a top, growling,"mosh mosh". After receiving several blows from him , I restrained the great beast with some strips of plastic which I had lying about.I warned him that if he did not act like a gentleman and sit down, I would be left with no choice but to ask him to transcend my office, back to whence he came .What he did next was most baffling.When he heard about my ultimatum, he requested for a microphone from me in a most high pitch voice, and prolonged his monosyllabic utterance for several seconds.I ignored his ejaculation and explained to him that I had no interest in slaying any person. The only slaying i did was on a one-horse open sleigh, and it was only June! He countered this by requesting for a microphone again, about 3 times-"mike mike mike"- followed by-"we have to bash this dei. Its fucking slayer. I'm going to buy the tickets now,Felix is helping me."I could not , for the life of me, understand what this robust chap was saying."I care not for your tone and use of profanity.Be gone from here before I give you a damn good thrashing. I have quite alot of work to complete this day. Why, it is already tea-time and i still have 3 manuscripts to pursue.Thusly, fiend of Hades, annoy not me, throw not a wrench into my plans, bug not my life, pain me not in my neck;please, i beg of thee,migrate from my space,transgress the boundary of my office, infiltrate the membrane of the outside world. In short adieu!" He gave me a perplexed look, furrowing his brows in a pathetic attempt to understand my simple statement. He lifted his vast ass off his chair, adjusted his faded t-shirt, accused me of being meek, and sidestepped his way out of my chambers. "Good riddance", I thought to myself.
Sent by: Derrick
To: Garry Johal
Time: 11:45 19-11-2006
Message:
While i was enduring a turbulent and ardous time, a fiend by the name of Gaerryie, a counterpart of mine, decided with malicious intent, to leave our abode and flee this threshold of doom by means of abolishing a filthy letter of abstinence(aka mc). I was shocked beyond repreive at his lack of loyalty.I met this mangy beast a day after.He was covered with a shaggy mane which reached the end of his scrotum.Apparently , he has reached a mood of lackadascaliaty(also known as ord mood.) When I reproached him for his abysmal behaviour, he gave me a candid shrug and thats that.How languid! Apparently the imbecile has earmarked his calender in wild anticipation for his date of repreive. That ostentatious cunning beast.Behaving in such an immoral manner, shaming me along the way, as i still enamour for my freedom.Vile creature, be gone from the filth of heavens and away with thy promethean nature.
To: Garry Johal
Time: 11:45 19-11-2006
Message:
While i was enduring a turbulent and ardous time, a fiend by the name of Gaerryie, a counterpart of mine, decided with malicious intent, to leave our abode and flee this threshold of doom by means of abolishing a filthy letter of abstinence(aka mc). I was shocked beyond repreive at his lack of loyalty.I met this mangy beast a day after.He was covered with a shaggy mane which reached the end of his scrotum.Apparently , he has reached a mood of lackadascaliaty(also known as ord mood.) When I reproached him for his abysmal behaviour, he gave me a candid shrug and thats that.How languid! Apparently the imbecile has earmarked his calender in wild anticipation for his date of repreive. That ostentatious cunning beast.Behaving in such an immoral manner, shaming me along the way, as i still enamour for my freedom.Vile creature, be gone from the filth of heavens and away with thy promethean nature.
Sunday, December 17, 2006
Sent by: Garry Johal
To: Derrick
Time: 22:54 11/10/2006
Message:
When that random guy got stabbed he just screamed in pain and said "Ahh pain ah. Ka ni na kena poke sua, call police nia, tell my brother find the guy sua!Members, activate!"
You,upon such a violent and traumatic event, when you got stabbed, even in the moment you spoke in the King's english,saying,
"This is my play's last scene. Here heaven appoints my pilgrimage's last mile. My race, idle yet quickly run,hath this last pace.My spans last inch,my minute's last point and gluttonous death will instantly unjoint my body and soul.Thus purged of evil, I leave the world, the flesh,the devil."
To: Derrick
Time: 22:54 11/10/2006
Message:
When that random guy got stabbed he just screamed in pain and said "Ahh pain ah. Ka ni na kena poke sua, call police nia, tell my brother find the guy sua!Members, activate!"
You,upon such a violent and traumatic event, when you got stabbed, even in the moment you spoke in the King's english,saying,
"This is my play's last scene. Here heaven appoints my pilgrimage's last mile. My race, idle yet quickly run,hath this last pace.My spans last inch,my minute's last point and gluttonous death will instantly unjoint my body and soul.Thus purged of evil, I leave the world, the flesh,the devil."
Saturday, December 16, 2006
Sent by: Garry Johal
To: Derrick
Time: 08:44 10/10/2006
Message:
A man, here stands, with mic in hand
arm at perpendicular, lyric sheet everclear
croons but for a bovine crowd
who hangs on his every word.
Buffonerious guffaws, ill-advised applause
do but encourage now mindless prat
to elevate his whinings to quality that
would even bore a lobotomized cat.
Tis meet this fool's presence away is whisked
if not for his folly then his broken wrist
To: Derrick
Time: 08:44 10/10/2006
Message:
A man, here stands, with mic in hand
arm at perpendicular, lyric sheet everclear
croons but for a bovine crowd
who hangs on his every word.
Buffonerious guffaws, ill-advised applause
do but encourage now mindless prat
to elevate his whinings to quality that
would even bore a lobotomized cat.
Tis meet this fool's presence away is whisked
if not for his folly then his broken wrist
Accidents and accidentally
Sent by: Derrick
To : Garry Johal
Time: 4:39 AM 08/10/2006
Message: He woke up with a start. He was overwhelmed by how real the dream felt and could still see clear images of the frightful accident. Sweating profusely and with clammy hands, he felt that the accident really happened and he subconsciously thought of it during his dream. He was confused and started to worry as myriad of images swarmed through his head, the registration number, the bloody scene with the poor little girl crying over a limp body that seemed to him more like a mangle of dismembered body parts. He vividly remembers all this through the eyes of the driver and for that he was convinced that he had really killed someone.
LAG AND LACKADAISCAL
Sent by: Garry Johal
To: Derrick
Time : 06:01 AM 08/10/2006
Message: He woke up with a fart. He was overwhelmed by how real the diarrhoea felt. His anus burned with vigour, as if the gates of Hell itself were presently stationed there. Sweating
buckets and anus sore. He regretted having consumed that devilishly hot and spicy curry only hours earlier. It was hot enough to melt the paint off a space shuttle. It was boring a hole through his caecum. He tossed and turned and tossed and turned, until the salad was sufficiently tossed and then he blended it till it was a creamy pulp. He then rubbed this salve on his sphincter and felt instant relief. But it was short lived as his rectum suddenly burst into red hot flames of pain!He forgot, he had added chilli padi to the salad !
To : Garry Johal
Time: 4:39 AM 08/10/2006
Message: He woke up with a start. He was overwhelmed by how real the dream felt and could still see clear images of the frightful accident. Sweating profusely and with clammy hands, he felt that the accident really happened and he subconsciously thought of it during his dream. He was confused and started to worry as myriad of images swarmed through his head, the registration number, the bloody scene with the poor little girl crying over a limp body that seemed to him more like a mangle of dismembered body parts. He vividly remembers all this through the eyes of the driver and for that he was convinced that he had really killed someone.
LAG AND LACKADAISCAL
Sent by: Garry Johal
To: Derrick
Time : 06:01 AM 08/10/2006
Message: He woke up with a fart. He was overwhelmed by how real the diarrhoea felt. His anus burned with vigour, as if the gates of Hell itself were presently stationed there. Sweating
buckets and anus sore. He regretted having consumed that devilishly hot and spicy curry only hours earlier. It was hot enough to melt the paint off a space shuttle. It was boring a hole through his caecum. He tossed and turned and tossed and turned, until the salad was sufficiently tossed and then he blended it till it was a creamy pulp. He then rubbed this salve on his sphincter and felt instant relief. But it was short lived as his rectum suddenly burst into red hot flames of pain!He forgot, he had added chilli padi to the salad !
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