Devil or Saint?

If you have to die, go somewhere else.

2007-07-01T14:47:00.000+08:00

Yeah please. Go somewhere else if you really have to die, out of my neighbourhood. it's Sunday and your funeral is stopping me from catching up on sleep. So i woke up earlier then i humanly should, here i am trying to do a simple proposal and your loud rituals persist on fucking up the way my brain processes.

So loved ones, please.. when i die i want Oasis to be there. Sing me Champagne Supernova and Don't Look Back In Anger, and let Liam send me off with his harmonica and Songbird. And oh, have it on a Sunday, when everyone's trying to rest and relax. So i could fuck their sunday morning up too. They might just sing along with the tune to send me off. Cunts.

Before you question, yeah - i was born a angry boy, very angry. I'm just joking laaaa.. so bad right. Condolence to whoever they are, those in grief at the void deck opposite my window.

Where there's cars, put up barriers.

2007-06-19T00:23:00.000+08:00

First, Sabrina gave me the name Liam cause the japanese and caucasian business associates can't come to terms with my great name. Pronounced as 'Leeeee-yam' not 'Liam ti ti' that Liam (hokkien for sweaty and all).
Secondly, Qiu Xian please read my blog. Because if you don't, I suspect the readership would be near to zero.
Where there's cars, put up barriers- I have a brilliant business idea. I came accross a few 'public' car parks that had barriers put up, which happens to eat up virtual value in your cashcard. So, I'm going to register Barriers & Barricades Pte Ltd- do nothing but put up barriers everywhere that a vehicle needs to pass by. The best part is, I don't have to employ anyone. I'm going to own the most successful one-man company in the world. Don't steal my idea, I know it's brilliant.
If Jo says he stacks boxes for a living (warehouse executive), I am convinced I remove staples for a living (filing executive). I just realised I spent hours rectifying the template just to say the above, and now i have nothing left to say. Don't come back, I'm not blogging anymore.

How do you delete this sh*t?

Testing

2007-06-18T00:40:00.001+08:00

Testing testing 1,2,3.