surrounded by emptiness

Hello I’m me.

The world is constantly revolving and evolving  at an amazing rate that I don’t think I can ever catch up with new things. So I’m hoping to use this blog as a sanctuary where I can log in perspectives, feelings, reviews and whatnots I have at the moment.

About myself, I’m technically a selfish individual who had taken things for granted at times. And so, I’m starting this blog to help me reflect on what I’ve done to better myself at the same time make sure I’d go to heaven and get reincarnated (seriously speaking!).  Also, I’m very hard to be pleased because I’m very high-maintenanced. But that depends on the circumstances. Anyway, this is really long and wordy and boring and sucky and blah blah blah. So, I’m going to list down all the things that can succintly describe myself, my life and my WORLD.

Are you abso-fucking-lutely ready? Take a deep breath and it starts in…

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Adore:

Reading materials that suit my mood at the moment and that ranging from pre-school to explicit content.

Having a dog as a faithful companion at the same time to train my weak sense of responsibility.

Enjoying good times with my loved ones be it picnic or movies or orgy

Getting praises and Vit-M.

 Appreciating music of course. Again, the range is infinite. It includes everything from Patrick Watson to Fort  Minor.

Buying anything that will look nice and best on me and that include thongs!!!

Green, orange, white, blue and black are the themes of my clothes.

Travelling to any places in the world except China and Africa (except Egypt).

Watching good  shows and one of them is CSI and LA+Miami Ink.

Being able to buy fine watches.

Being able to catch up with the latest gadgets.

Being able to afford the luxury goods. ( Oops, didn’t I mention that I’m fucking materialistic? So, waddd are chu going to do about it?)

Staying in the fabuleux third world country with my parents who are seriously too nice.

Getting to know those who are able to inspire me, unknowingly of course.

Singing alone, in front of the electric fans on a Sunday morning.

Making new friends.

Closed friends who know me inside out.

Eating at Mac’s after concerts with the bitching gang. ( if you are reading this, Sir McDonald and Missy Starbucks, can you please globalise my place and I swear to patronise all of your outlets faithfully).

Knowing that the sun will rise tomorrow and I have a chance to see it till the year 3000.

Reading any type of humour stories or crude jokes. Because I love to exercise my facial muscle.

  Abhore:

Having to get up and pee in the middle of the night, seriously speaking.

Hearing people’s high-pitched shrilling and screaming and moaning

Being alone and getting no attention though this is only seasonal.

Getting not enough sleep ( about 12-15 hours).

Being taken advantage of.

Brown because it looks like shit.

Scorching sun when I really really really have to go out.

People who smell like erm erm rice vinegar+fermented beancurds.

Talking to people who think they have finished studying the WORLD.

Being around people who are constantly judgemental, paranoid, pessimistic,prentious, temperamental and hypocritical and selfless.

Posers who always act cool around their targets (girls, the two-legged creature, you know!!) when they are so brainless in fact.

Perspire at the unflattering parts of my body especially armpits. CB, it’s one of the most fucking irritating things I’ve ever experienced. Don’t laugh, I’ve seen you in that unglam state before.

Accompanying people to go shopping for grocery and home furnishings and furniture except IKEA.

Looking at things that I know I’d never be able to afford unless I get laid by Princess of Egypt.

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Running out of breathe because I’m typing this at one go because half of the page was gone because I accidentally closed the window. Sometimes I’d really want to fuck myself, if that ever were possible. No worries, I’d record and post it here if I were to have the guts to do it.

Anyway, a picture paints a thousand words BUT that saying was 3939392 years ago when taking pictures, our forefathers needed to hide behind a small black piece of cloth and make a small explosion. Today, pictures paint 4393 billion words because they’re digital and I spend tonnes of Vit-M to get the sleek and multifunctional cams. So here are my 4393 biilion word essay.

 These pictures appeared in random order more or less represent the circle of friends that I’ve mixed with and I’m really thankful to have known them. Seriously they bring so much of joy, memories and even more to my mundane life. They add a little bit of colour and flavour to my toneless world. Without them, I don’t think I could ever survive in ”happening tropical island”.

Remember to bookmark my blog and visit it once in a while to read all the latest update about me me me me me me and only me.

P/s It’s been raining here like nobody’s business so I can’t go out and thus the mood of blogging resurfaces.

P/s/s The “adore” and “abhore” list will be regularly updated.

p/s/s/s From now on, my name will be DUCIE. It’s orginated from France by the way. So please call me DUCIE DUCIE DUCIE DUCIE not GUCCI. (Am I being high or what)

Have a nice day everyone and and and and and and and and remember to drink lots of water and stay in shade. Wtf, I can’t think of any else to scribble.

Until then, tata.

It’s Ducie at home

Signing off

Peace out

My arse.