"TELL IT TO ME STRAIGHT, DOCTOR! Will I ever see my husband again!?"
"Ah, Mrs Partridge. You know, out of all the recently widowed women I've got to deal with today, you are by far my favourite.
"WHAT! Flattery will only get you so far, doctor Coleridge"
"Oh ho, touché my dear. Touché. But, to be perfectly honest. I do believe the extended bifrontal craniotomy was a failure. I.. I'm terribly sorry, Mrs. Partridge."
"Please, call me Patricia. Mrs. Partridge was my mother"
"That's right, I remember trying to dislodge that gruesome fork that somehow made its way lodge between her anal cavity and rectum.
"Mmm, indeed. Do you have a light?"
"Patricia, this is a hospital, you must kno-"
"Amazing! And you're a doctor! My, this game of stating the obvious is so charming Dr. Coleridge. Now, a light?"
"Err, yes. Yes, quite right. Here. Now I'm dreadfully sorry about the state of your current family Mrs. Part- Patricia. It's really quite miraculous. A slew of 5 fatal incidents in only 10 days! What do you think this means? Aren't you worried?"
"Dr. Coleridge, are you implying that all these deaths surrounding my late husbands' family are connected? How silly you are. So truly, truly, silly. Besides. There's plenty in it for you, so what are you complaining about?"
"Complaining? Far from it my dear! Ha.. ha HAH. HAHAHAHAH. No no, please. I would never propose such a preposterous proposition. You're probably anxious to be on your way home now. As I've previously mentioned, there are several other relicts I must attend to."
"Okay dear. Good-day."
"Yes. Good-day, Patricia. Do call if there's anything. Anything, that I can do for you.
Tuesday, 3 December 2013
Wednesday, 13 November 2013
Simplify The Fly Unagi
Well then!
I have successfully been clean for over 24 hours now.
It feels pretty good.
Pretty damn good indeed.
I suppose it's an almost contrary reaction to the hectic-ness of this week. It's not even over yet, but I'm pretty optimistic about it. Life seems to be a sweet breeze just blowin' in the wind right now. The times, they are a changing. But then, at the same time, not really. What's changed is that work will be dramatically lowered.
But..
HAHAHA.
Like what I've had so far can even be considered a lot of work. Compared to the past, homework every day, several late nights to finish essays, and then coming on here to complain about it. There's none of that.
None at all.
Zilch.
And I suppose that's just the nature of this beast. It's not really 'work', is it? It's more like.. Outlined fun. Hahahaha. Oh look, I started a sentence with "and". I suppose it's true if you haven't written for a while your ability deteriorates. But then I'm pretty sure I've done that before plenty of times. SO I GUESS NOTHING'S CHANGED. Ahhhhhhh. That's a nice sigh by the way, not a cry of agony.
No, I haven't cried in agony for a while. Not even for the times when I'm sitting here in my uncomfortable desk chair and my butt has ceased existing. Or when I really wish I could have lunch, but know it's just an impossibility ahah.
God. This is so out of character. I should be depressed. Or moaning about something. Does this count as moaning? I'm so confuuussed. That hasn't changed either I suppose. I'm still quite confused about a great many things. You know, I've got to learn about people like David Bowie and Lou Reed in pop history, and it's really interesting learning about that whole glam rock era. It makes me really wish I could've seen what it was like to grow up in it. I have a feeling if I was living around the areas glam rock started up, I would totally be dressing up and forming a band as a made up character with exuberant hair and glamorous eye liner. Hell, what is this but an outlet for me to dress up my own mind's thoughts.
I think I've successfully wasted enough time now for my shower's hot water to heat up. YAY.
Bye bye then.
I have successfully been clean for over 24 hours now.
It feels pretty good.
Pretty damn good indeed.
I suppose it's an almost contrary reaction to the hectic-ness of this week. It's not even over yet, but I'm pretty optimistic about it. Life seems to be a sweet breeze just blowin' in the wind right now. The times, they are a changing. But then, at the same time, not really. What's changed is that work will be dramatically lowered.
But..
HAHAHA.
Like what I've had so far can even be considered a lot of work. Compared to the past, homework every day, several late nights to finish essays, and then coming on here to complain about it. There's none of that.
None at all.
Zilch.
And I suppose that's just the nature of this beast. It's not really 'work', is it? It's more like.. Outlined fun. Hahahaha. Oh look, I started a sentence with "and". I suppose it's true if you haven't written for a while your ability deteriorates. But then I'm pretty sure I've done that before plenty of times. SO I GUESS NOTHING'S CHANGED. Ahhhhhhh. That's a nice sigh by the way, not a cry of agony.
No, I haven't cried in agony for a while. Not even for the times when I'm sitting here in my uncomfortable desk chair and my butt has ceased existing. Or when I really wish I could have lunch, but know it's just an impossibility ahah.
God. This is so out of character. I should be depressed. Or moaning about something. Does this count as moaning? I'm so confuuussed. That hasn't changed either I suppose. I'm still quite confused about a great many things. You know, I've got to learn about people like David Bowie and Lou Reed in pop history, and it's really interesting learning about that whole glam rock era. It makes me really wish I could've seen what it was like to grow up in it. I have a feeling if I was living around the areas glam rock started up, I would totally be dressing up and forming a band as a made up character with exuberant hair and glamorous eye liner. Hell, what is this but an outlet for me to dress up my own mind's thoughts.
I think I've successfully wasted enough time now for my shower's hot water to heat up. YAY.
Bye bye then.
Tuesday, 5 November 2013
F to the G
Crickity-crackity-tick-a-tack.
That's the sound of my spine clicking back into the place. I've been dead for a while. But I'm back now. So you can uncurl yourself out of the foetal position now. That's it. That's it. Everything will be all right now. Sniff sniff. How've you been?
I've been great. Thanks for throwing me out into the trash and then coming back to salvage me like, three months later.
You're welcome! It's time to get back to work now.
Well fuck you too, I've already started work. I've been working all night long every night for the past three months.
Nice one, brah! I knew I could count on you.
Tell that to the crippled robots of the seventh planet. I'm sure they'd love to hear that kind of encouragement.
Sigh, why are you bringing that up now? That whole engagement is long over now. Finished it in 2 hours. Well, 2 and a half to be more precise. But who counts the amount of dirty napkins in a pool of toxic sludge from the local chicken rice stall?
Fweh fweh fweh. Well. I'm broke. Here's my new song. I can sing solfage now, do re meeeeee. Read as "doh, ray, meh". That's the first three notes of the minor scale. Which one? ANY. DOESN'T MATTER.
The more you know. Yay. However you won't hear any improvement in my voice in this song. You know why? Because this is just how I want the song to sound like. Wanna fight about it? No thanks.
Here's the song. Like it. Love it. Share it on Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, Instagram, myspace, and every other social media site you kids are into nowadays. Tell the world:
Freeg is back.
And BROKE.
That's the sound of my spine clicking back into the place. I've been dead for a while. But I'm back now. So you can uncurl yourself out of the foetal position now. That's it. That's it. Everything will be all right now. Sniff sniff. How've you been?
I've been great. Thanks for throwing me out into the trash and then coming back to salvage me like, three months later.
You're welcome! It's time to get back to work now.
Well fuck you too, I've already started work. I've been working all night long every night for the past three months.
Nice one, brah! I knew I could count on you.
Tell that to the crippled robots of the seventh planet. I'm sure they'd love to hear that kind of encouragement.
Sigh, why are you bringing that up now? That whole engagement is long over now. Finished it in 2 hours. Well, 2 and a half to be more precise. But who counts the amount of dirty napkins in a pool of toxic sludge from the local chicken rice stall?
Fweh fweh fweh. Well. I'm broke. Here's my new song. I can sing solfage now, do re meeeeee. Read as "doh, ray, meh". That's the first three notes of the minor scale. Which one? ANY. DOESN'T MATTER.
The more you know. Yay. However you won't hear any improvement in my voice in this song. You know why? Because this is just how I want the song to sound like. Wanna fight about it? No thanks.
Here's the song. Like it. Love it. Share it on Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, Instagram, myspace, and every other social media site you kids are into nowadays. Tell the world:
Freeg is back.
And BROKE.
Tuesday, 23 July 2013
Fare-thee-well. kinda...
Wow! It's been quite a while since I've made a proper blog post. Well, kinda sorry to say this, but that's probably how it's gonna be for a while now.
I've decided this blog is going to solely be more about my "professional" stuff. Since I'll be going to college to study composition and all, I'll be getting a lot more material to put up here. So.. Yay about that! But as a result, I'm going to be writing a lot less personal things, because they don't really belong here any more. In hind sight, I have to say it was a very stupid thing of me to make something like this completely open to everyone and anyone. I used to think being an open book was just something that's good and fine (well in a way i still do think that), but since I'll be going to a new school, meeting entirely new people and doing totally new things, this is a rare opportunity to actually try things again differently. So that means bye bye openness and hello privacy.
Don't get me wrong, it's not like I minded that most people read this blog, and it's not like I'll be deleting any personal posts I've done in the past, because
A) that would be way too much work and
B) I'm not embarrassed or ashamed of my past anyway, so who cares if those old posts are still up?
A great friend of mine said there's quite some value in mystery anyway (I'm paraphrasing), so maybe this decision is actually a smart one.
So, just to recap in closing, I'll be writing only "professional" things here from now on, and I'll be writing anything even remotely personal on a different blog that's very unlikely to be found. However if you do wanna read that, for some strange reason, just ask me in real life then. I'm fine with people I trust reading it anyways.
Okay then!
See you around,
-Freeg
I've decided this blog is going to solely be more about my "professional" stuff. Since I'll be going to college to study composition and all, I'll be getting a lot more material to put up here. So.. Yay about that! But as a result, I'm going to be writing a lot less personal things, because they don't really belong here any more. In hind sight, I have to say it was a very stupid thing of me to make something like this completely open to everyone and anyone. I used to think being an open book was just something that's good and fine (well in a way i still do think that), but since I'll be going to a new school, meeting entirely new people and doing totally new things, this is a rare opportunity to actually try things again differently. So that means bye bye openness and hello privacy.
Don't get me wrong, it's not like I minded that most people read this blog, and it's not like I'll be deleting any personal posts I've done in the past, because
A) that would be way too much work and
B) I'm not embarrassed or ashamed of my past anyway, so who cares if those old posts are still up?
A great friend of mine said there's quite some value in mystery anyway (I'm paraphrasing), so maybe this decision is actually a smart one.
So, just to recap in closing, I'll be writing only "professional" things here from now on, and I'll be writing anything even remotely personal on a different blog that's very unlikely to be found. However if you do wanna read that, for some strange reason, just ask me in real life then. I'm fine with people I trust reading it anyways.
Okay then!
See you around,
-Freeg
Wednesday, 17 July 2013
Resolute
I'm sick of feeling sorry for myself. There's just no more time for that anymore. How am I supposed to improve myself if I'm too fuckin' immobilised by my past sucky achievements.
Time to pick up my guitar, pick up my notebook, and pick up my own sad excuse of a passion and get MOVING. IT'S TIME TO GO PEOPLE, WHETHER YOU'RE READY OR NOT. There's just NO MORE time TO dwell. Not for me anyway.
I haven't posted in quite a while because I just suck, okay? But now I've finally felt it again. That irking excitement to get up and play. I feel it in my booones. So there you have it. I'm finally picking myself up out of this dank hole I've been stuck in ever since I found out. Let's hope I never fall back in again. Cause next time, I'll be all by myself too.
Time to pick up my guitar, pick up my notebook, and pick up my own sad excuse of a passion and get MOVING. IT'S TIME TO GO PEOPLE, WHETHER YOU'RE READY OR NOT. There's just NO MORE time TO dwell. Not for me anyway.
I haven't posted in quite a while because I just suck, okay? But now I've finally felt it again. That irking excitement to get up and play. I feel it in my booones. So there you have it. I'm finally picking myself up out of this dank hole I've been stuck in ever since I found out. Let's hope I never fall back in again. Cause next time, I'll be all by myself too.
Monday, 1 July 2013
Tis the second of July, Julie.
Who the eff is Julia? Fucked if I know!
Ohohoh, do you, do you see what I did there? I censored myself at first to bring you into my lair of feeling comfortable and at ease, and then BAM. Just like that, crank that shit up to 37 out of a possible 22. That's right, that's right. Thank you, thank you. Oh no, really, please, hold your applause! You're making me all embarrassed up here! Aw shucks, what can I say? Where would I be without my studio audience. Ohohh, you're just too great, honestly.
Anyways, it's July! Did ya here? Maybe you should read the local papers more often. If the know one thing in the world, it's the date. Mmhmm, if that ain't the truth I don't know WHAT is. Am I right? Am I right? Of course you're right.
Uh, but, in all seriousness. It's finally July. Took your bloody sweet time getting here, but you've finally came. I suppose this is going to be my epilogue for living in Penang. It's been a swell time. I hope this final month will be a good one to remember as a last hoorah before I'm unleashed upon the world in all of my uncensored green haired horror. There's quite a bit I want to do, so hopefully it will all work out fine and dandy.
Only time will tell of course. It could be entirely disappointing for all I know. It's hard not to be optimistic though. But then usually when that's a hard thing, it's almost always doomed to end miserably one way or another.
Hm.. But I'm not gonna think about that possibility now. No way no how. Instead, I'm now going to now go to going to now go now to now going to go now to going now to go to sleep now.
Okay. Now you can clap all you want. I'm finished.
Ohohoh, do you, do you see what I did there? I censored myself at first to bring you into my lair of feeling comfortable and at ease, and then BAM. Just like that, crank that shit up to 37 out of a possible 22. That's right, that's right. Thank you, thank you. Oh no, really, please, hold your applause! You're making me all embarrassed up here! Aw shucks, what can I say? Where would I be without my studio audience. Ohohh, you're just too great, honestly.
Anyways, it's July! Did ya here? Maybe you should read the local papers more often. If the know one thing in the world, it's the date. Mmhmm, if that ain't the truth I don't know WHAT is. Am I right? Am I right? Of course you're right.
Uh, but, in all seriousness. It's finally July. Took your bloody sweet time getting here, but you've finally came. I suppose this is going to be my epilogue for living in Penang. It's been a swell time. I hope this final month will be a good one to remember as a last hoorah before I'm unleashed upon the world in all of my uncensored green haired horror. There's quite a bit I want to do, so hopefully it will all work out fine and dandy.
Only time will tell of course. It could be entirely disappointing for all I know. It's hard not to be optimistic though. But then usually when that's a hard thing, it's almost always doomed to end miserably one way or another.
Hm.. But I'm not gonna think about that possibility now. No way no how. Instead, I'm now going to now go to going to now go now to now going to go now to going now to go to sleep now.
Okay. Now you can clap all you want. I'm finished.
Thursday, 27 June 2013
Concentration is the key to unlocking the mind's eye.
heeeeeeeeuuuuuuuuooooooooeeeeeeoooooooooo.
You should read that out loud, starting very high pitched and grainy, and then slowly descending in pitch until it's as low as a shallow grave.
SOOSOSOSOSOSO!!! SO! What's happening? NUTHIN MUCH. Just. I dunno, man. I dunno, woman. I dunno, badger. I dunno, OKAY!? Jeeeez. Give it a rest already.
I don't. I don't feel like doing anything. I dunno. It's not like, I don't want to do anything. I just. I just don't, feel it, you know? I don't feel any inspiration writhing up and down my squeegly squoogly spine. Can you relate? Is that something relate-able? WHHOOOOOO (pronounced hu) knows!
So, I'm home alone right now until tomorrow. Woot woot. Got the house to myself. Too bad I don't know what to do about it. Ahaha. I'm just. I'm just feeling kind of clueless, I guess. I don't really know. I don't really, know, ya know, know, what to make of this. Even these darn paragraphs have no meat to them. What's the point of even writing them!
I found a new band. It's called Ninja Sex Party and they are AWESOME.
Haha. That's it. No more now. Any grey matter that was still functioning in my head, behind my face, just above my throat, has now evacuated the building. Perhaps I should do the same. FIRE! FIRE! OH BLIMEY, THERE'S A FIRE IN HERE! A fiiiiirre, iiiin myyy soouuuulllll.
lolzjk.
You should read that out loud, starting very high pitched and grainy, and then slowly descending in pitch until it's as low as a shallow grave.
SOOSOSOSOSOSO!!! SO! What's happening? NUTHIN MUCH. Just. I dunno, man. I dunno, woman. I dunno, badger. I dunno, OKAY!? Jeeeez. Give it a rest already.
I don't. I don't feel like doing anything. I dunno. It's not like, I don't want to do anything. I just. I just don't, feel it, you know? I don't feel any inspiration writhing up and down my squeegly squoogly spine. Can you relate? Is that something relate-able? WHHOOOOOO (pronounced hu) knows!
So, I'm home alone right now until tomorrow. Woot woot. Got the house to myself. Too bad I don't know what to do about it. Ahaha. I'm just. I'm just feeling kind of clueless, I guess. I don't really know. I don't really, know, ya know, know, what to make of this. Even these darn paragraphs have no meat to them. What's the point of even writing them!
I found a new band. It's called Ninja Sex Party and they are AWESOME.
Haha. That's it. No more now. Any grey matter that was still functioning in my head, behind my face, just above my throat, has now evacuated the building. Perhaps I should do the same. FIRE! FIRE! OH BLIMEY, THERE'S A FIRE IN HERE! A fiiiiirre, iiiin myyy soouuuulllll.
lolzjk.
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