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the plus-shaped cursor turns on channel me.

the green button takes you to the tagboard

and the brown round one turns on archives and exits.

happy surfing,

Friday, June 29

t.o.w. kenneth's a wreck

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Everybody Always Leaves.

Why is there never an everlasting moment?

Are we an insatiable race?

Why am I not stronger?

Why am I such a disgrace to the people I cherish?

Never more than ever do I feel like I don't know myself. What keeps me going, what doesnt. What makes me strong and what makes me feeble.

I need answers. Good ones. From Myself.

But with the barrage of work and super stupid people around me, when will I ever figure this out?

Why do I not feel the way I should be feeling.
kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 9:21 PM

Sunday, June 24

t.o.w. who what why

Who am I.

What am I supposed to do.

Why am I the way I am.
kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 9:38 PM

Sunday, June 17

t.o.w. the move

New York, New York, so good they named it twice.


I wish I could say with convition that I'm moving there. I know I will. Somehow, someday. I will make a home out of New York. But the uncertainty of how long, how much and how how is all killing me. And as much as I am happy for friends that are fulfilling the new york dream and feel as though I can live my freedom life vicariously through them, it still bums me to know that I'm still not there.

After all the dreaming, the studying and the applying. It still really is a dream unfulfilled.

And so my room is donned in the lovely hues of blue, red and white.


Ok, I admit I may have gone overboard. But you haven't seen the handphone wallpaper, the jigsaw puzzles, the t-shirts and the small little american flag I have sticking out from a ball of socks in my camp cupboard. =)

Anyway, the move move is not this expectant move though.

Come next April, the house I called home for close to 14 years may be reduced to rubble. And as much as I am excited about the move, I really don't see how I'm going to deal with such a huge change.

I love my green meadows.

Moooo.
kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 7:09 PM

Friday, June 8

t.o.w. the death of the non president

To the namesake, of the famous great american president, who is unfortunately not made of presidential material but instead, filled with crap.

and

To the namesake, of the wonderful airport in the world that just cleverly prevented itself from being bombed by terrorists, who is bomb-worthy himelf.

I will destroy your life.

Even if its not within this remaining one and a half years, I'll make sure I'll hunt you and your low-lying self-deprecating cheapskate fugly job down and make sure you learn what its like to be human.

You are as compassionate as you are intelligent, as humane as you are humble and as incomplete as the hole in your mouth (aka anus) from which fungal fumes and saprophytic shit release themselves into the world - thereby polluting the environment.

You watch out, you power-hungry freak.

I wish I was your boss. I'll make you work on Mothers day and Fathers day. You probably won't mind since you aren't close enough to your family to know the importance of these days to people and cos' you'll probably end up alone and sad for the rest of your life cos' of a ball-crushing "accident".

Happy Fathers Day!

Regards,
Your LOWly Private.

P.S. Cherish your privates! You won't have them for long!!!

The above entry was written in absolute anger and so must be taken with absolute realism.

Cheers.
kenn thwacked an asshat munchkin' at 8:06 PM