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Sunday, August 06, 2006
airport post
blardy terminal with barely responsive keys in madrid airport t4........ just so bored at midnite waiting for a morning flight.... i want to go home... || Rants of daft prick ||
5:37 AM Saturday, May 06, 2006
body number 5319 the ills of gambling...sg is a society that resonates to the throw of dice... our fortunes go to the beat of lil balls tumbling around inside a bigger ball and depends on where a ball thousands of miles away ends up after being kicked around by 22 players whom we do not know..... the entire society sends millions of messages through the air staking millions more upon hte result of events that they have no way of influencing... what happens when the entire establishment of this hidden code where the fate of millions are recorded on a tiny sheet of paper or online on a server hidden away in a dark vault.... when the world is destroyed the last thing that a gambler saw was goal bound shot fly past the goal-keeper and then the power died just before he could find out...it was his last hope as he had bet his last dollar on that match and could not lose...the world had crumbled and he had no idea how the match ended.... he was stunned and did not know how to react..he needed to find out exactly how the match ended....society is crumbling around him and he did not care instead only caring about the outcome of the match....he heard a rumour of one last working computer with internet access which he could use to find the score...he needed to know what the score was..his entire life rode on the result...without any sort of equipment and ignoring hte pleas of others around him for help he set forth on his noble journey...to find out hte score in order to collect his money! he set forth looking for that fabled internet terminal...he marched over the rubble and beyond the cries of those asking for help...he traversed empty streets and scaled walls to get to his destination...when he neared his destination he tripped over the out-strectched hand 1/2 buried in rubble and found himself impaled on a piece of metal...as he cursed his bad luck and cursed at hte hand he saw who teh hand belonged to, it was his bookie who had been killed in the initial explosion...so even if they won...he wouldnt be able to collect his money... two body collectors walked by and checked the the two bodies for collection...they searched the bookie and found his ic so they managed to give him the right name...but for our gambler they searched his entire body but could not find any identification on him....the only thing they found on him was a 4d slip....so until they could identify his body properly..he would be body number #5319 || Rants of daft prick ||
3:07 AM Sunday, April 30, 2006
who?
i realised that the who is probably the worst band to intro to another person whom does not know that they exsist... a normal conversation would go something like this... a: hey there is this kick-ass band you should listen to!! b: who? a: exactly! b: what? a: who!! b: who? a: the who! b: huh? who? a: yeah! who! b: who are they? a: the who!! b: who??? a: no the who! b: the who?? a: yeah! b: ........????........... conversation repeats....yeah i know its stolen from dr who...bitch... || Rants of daft prick ||
5:08 PM Friday, April 28, 2006
3 angry dudes
3 different interpretions of sg...3 different outlooks...are we governed, lead or ruled?? what happens when they all clash?? || Rants of daft prick ||
11:22 PM Friday, March 17, 2006
V
read many reviews for V for vendetta...from all of them i am most pissed off by the comments that say that it is a wonderful action movie....the action in the book was never the focal point...i can understand why alan moore is pissed at the adaptation of the book... i would be if the script loses sight of what is important totally... the most important parts of the book were abt the political discussions...how the imagery lends to the idea of revolution...the idea of how anarchy can be an acceptable form of government other than the nationalistic style... why did they bother change the little bits of imagery that the book has? in order to soften the blow to allow more ppl to watch it?? geez...u are diluting the message...irritating...and worthless.... make it a commentary of society...the most important scene to me was the one where evey gets teh toilet paper...in fact read the bloody book...dun get the stupid adaptation of hte screenplay... alan moore's work must be taken in totality... || Rants of daft prick ||
4:19 PM Thursday, March 02, 2006
read local 4 brian wood is beyond god-like || Rants of daft prick ||
9:18 PM Sunday, February 26, 2006
bus ride
hmm wonder if i can write this one properly.... it begins on a bus... with two people sitting on a bus...seemingly oblivious to each other... well not seemingly...really oblivious to each other...den suddenly there they notice each other...their eyes meet for a second...and a current of electricity passes through the air between them.... it must be nothing...each of them thinks as they turn away... over-reaction.. well there are people sitting in between them...so each of them sneaks peeks at each other...both of them cant believe that they are actually doing that... she thinks that she shldnt be doin this..she is a ger!.. she shldnt need to do the chasing...the guy well is gutless...he aint sure abt her reaction and is just stalling..... well the bus reaches a popular stop most of the bus passengers gets up and is leaving the bus... the guy well gets up as well and attempts to make some sorry attempt to get closer to the ger in order to talk to her...well as sorry attempts go... they go awry.. his sad attempts to get closer just leads to him sitting 2 seats behind her... thought bubble (fuck.. ) well she thinks that he left the bus... oh well...he was cute but den.... guess it wasnt meant to be... a few stops later she gets off the bus...as she is just getting off hte bus...she turns around...and sees the guy...who is staring right at her...they exchange a smile but she is already in mid-step and the next thing she knows she is off the bus and the bus doors have closed and the bus is speeding away... the guy watches as the ger speeds away in the distance...his whole body seemingly plastered to the seat...he leans back places both hands on his head in frustration and once again... (fuck...) quirk of fate... later in the day she gets back onto another bus.. finds a seat and sits down on hte outside seat...the day has been too long to bother with another person sitting next to her..she places her ear-phones on and begins to shut herself off from hte world... the bus reaches a stop and she is hoping that no-one would want to sit next to her... her hopes were dashed as she noticed a shadow start to creep nearer to her... in fact that shadow is almost over her when she finally decides to look up and see who is disrupting her tranquility... it is the guy with a smile on his face... (hi...) My girl, my girl, don't lie to me || Rants of daft prick ||
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