Freelance Graphic Designer Photographer Digital Imaging Artist Mural Artist Model Video Director
sooooooooooo long so long since i last filled in diz diary shit.for those of u out there who has been waitin sooo long for an entry....i apologize for my punctuality.hakz!watever!yupz....here i am now actualli juz woke up half an hour ago.thought i wud be mittin mamman(a friend who wants to audition for bassist for my band fenrir)our band nids a bassist....we r playin melodic death metal like soilwork n ol inflames.so anyone interested...juz email me at enemiko@hotmail.com.but if dee audition wit mamman goes well n if heez chosen....den too bad!hmmm....wat hav i missed?ALOT!now listenin to the headbangin industrial total carnage song RELOAD BY ROB ZOMBIE!frm matrix reloaded soundtrack!yupz.....n i'l rewind u guys on wat i hav dun for da past days.i helped out in diz modellin thing for toni n guy!very ironic!a hair/fashion show dat selected me for model.n i hav never had good hair!hakz!ok watever!i was in as one of da grooms for da bridal group.hehe...got to model wit a professional model as my bride.dey were not dat good lookin but dey had smooth n body lickin bodies!
like sum ice meltin away frm an orange peel being pulled away from da point of view where no one could ever touch without being hated n discriminated by the others.
yupz...i got my hair done by a hong kong hairstylist...good huh?!she did temporary twists for my hair which looked like my alternative dreads which i did last time during my orange julius era.an era where i was all healthy n never bin sick.a period of time where i shat hot dogs n fruit smellin crap all day long.
yupz so after da modellin thingy at EMBASSY i ate watever bites i cud where dey had bite size sandwiches n croissants n cocktails n sum other cool lil bites.i drank moderately so as not to oveerflow my bladder...but food was so needed for i didnt eat da whole day.i think i ate onli a few tempura calamari(breaded squid).den wen iizel went home, i met up wit feek, fala, matyr, shitdick, n ewick n went for reggae nite at hard rock farkin cafe.where else?bushmen as usual rocks on sundays.jams their usual set.almost similar sets played every sunday.if u go every single sunday created, i think tiz gonna be boring time after time.iizel wanted to follo but she had no money.i hav enuf for myself.she tried askin frm her sister but her sis replied late...da nex day.so she went home...sorri iizel.but yupz...i still enjoyed myself without her.danced wit a gal there.a fren of shitdicks.deanna was her name...actualli i knew her too....but i dunt remember where n wen....bushmen played.den da dj mixed up sum rnb n hiphop den shortly after dat dey jammed up sum techno which made everything from moderate average to high tempo hands shakin hair flyin head poppin everywhere.a genius decision made by da dj.to play techno after rnb.make da metabolism jack up.watever!i apologise for my hard to understand phrases sumtimes or most of da times....tiz juz dat im not dat perfect inside.everyone isnt perfect too....but im juz worse.i juz dun make sense.den after da HRC thing we waited for da bus but eventually took da train home.yupz n while we were at HRC met me werk frenz, syamsul, ayie, munir n nazir.also met iza or jendol gerl a.k.a. psycho.n also met diyar(my lasalle fren/skimp boy)he was farked up yesterday....farkin drunk a whole sea of alcohol i think!he was swayin n moshin n talkin to almost everyone in da club.he said things like "reggae is in my blood" n "take care of me coz im drunk will ya?" n "i went to bali n never bin drunk like diz" n "im a joker"....well u noe da usual stuffs drunkards say dat dunt make sense.den we waited at da bus stop waitin for the uncoming bus.diyar puked like 5times!n it smelt like rotten poos.his frens brought him home after dat.skimm frens of his.da day after dat wi think i slept....den da day after n da day after.i was sick on tuesday...which was yesterday.went to jam wit fenrir...every tuesday is fenrir day!
had a flu fever n coughed like a cougher...hahakz!at home.was soooo hungry so i cooked meself n me mum fried rice wit fried chicken,calamari n oysters.my mum didnt complain anithin so i think she liked it.she'll onli complain, she;ll onli praise wen in good mood.or maybe my cookin yesterday was soooo horrible dat it made her dumb.watever!puked a handful yesterday at home coz of my stoopid headache due to da farkin fever.y did i described it as handful?coz i puked suddenly n i covered my mouth wit my hands n so wen i exploded in da toilet da first thing dat my puke touched was my hands after it ejaculated frm my mouth.n yup....tiz a huge handful of puke in da loo.
like sand in my pockets dat will never bore a hole for the exposure of light dat succeeds through time n style of an individual.
watever!
heyz ppl...now theres this contest im organizing....its easy shit.juz count how many times i said watever in diz entry n u stand a chance to win sumthg.dun werri da prize is sumthg good!n its worth to be a prize.so for all of u dani enthusiasts n dan-koholicks out there....start COUNTING n maybe u cud go on a vacation to melbourne wit yer loved ones or even win a luxury car of yer dreams.
so write yer answer in da chatterbox given n include yer name, i/c no., n contact number...or email address.winners will be notified by telepathy.hakz!nolah...winners willbe notified by phone or email.Thank you!n hav fun!n if u missed diz contest, ther'll be another one in da nex entry....dat if i remember lah!ok toodlez!
Past Fairytales
enemiko's manifesto - 2007-05-20
pumpkins are related to watermelons - 2006-10-28
four way color coded apparatus - 2006-08-09
Bike skid terror - 2006-07-12
sixsixsix - 2006-06-06