Roll Over, Play Dead...

OK folks, I hate to break it to ya like this, but this social experiment is over.

Yeah, this Anti-Blog/Non-Blog thing is getting old pretty fast.

From now on, Suffian Says this blog's going to be a normal blog, warts and all. I'm not saying that I'm going to try to explore the everyday depths of the mundane, or keep on complaining about how I hate it when the newspaper is always soggy in the morning because the dumb motherfucker paperboy always aims for the puddles, but hey, things are taking a turn for the conventional.

Yeah, let's see where this goes.

(When I've finished San Andreas, that is; right now I've just made it to Las Venturas and I'm itching to hit the Strip and gamble away my life savings.)

Fuck you, Big Nose, I don't want to buy insurance.

What's the best way to say "NO", can anyone tell me?

Where have I been?

Asleep, writing advertorials, day-dreaming, Los Santos, joining in the festivities, listening to way too much Klute, chasing skeletons out of my closet, Limewire, lost, hungover, Menace in Motion, grieving, Hospital Records, trying to make the reverb work just right on the Rhodes, tired, happy, happy but tired, Mont Kiara, alone, shopping, thieving, hurting, bleeding, denying accusations with the greatest sang froid, compiling a wishlist, compiling a deathlist, hoping for World Peace, Traffic, television, Playstation2, searching, lost, searching, lost, Exitmusik, driving in the rain, Phantom Planet, writing more advertorials, Damansara, wondering, winning, losing, Bowling for Columbine, fading out, burning in, mixing, waiting, planning, thinking, Stereophonics, editing, worrying, smiling, feeling, Sinusitis, fighting, consoling, playing no part at all, Dsylexia, being elusive, posturing, posing, trying to score four to the floor, Ramallah, comforting strangers, learning that patience is indeed a virtue, Coldplay, being childish, being stupid and now I think you should stop reading this...

A Sign of the Times

If you were a child of the Eighties, then you'll love this:

http://www.keenaschips.co.uk/index.php?page=articles/misc_rainbow

No wonder I'm so fucked up right now.

(And no, Ayu, I haven't finished San Andreas yet)

Meet tha Sims at South Central, yo

THIS BE A SPECIAL ANNOUNCEMENT, yo:

This Blog gonna be off tha hook till 'ah be done pimpin' Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas.

'Fo sho.

Later, hommies...

The Best of Both Worlds

Stupidest conversation of the month:

Friend: Hey man, you're mixed, right?

Me: Yeah. Northern Indian and Malay.

Friend: Yeah, thought so. You know what, that means you can be a good lawyer, but a lazy one.

Me: Ha! Thanks, I never thought about that before.

Friend: Anytime.

But who you are isn't about where you came from, it's about where you're going, and how you're going to get there.

Peace, out.

[Unalienable Truth #827]

Ibiza should be pronounced "ee-bee-zah", which sounds sexier, instead of "eye-bee-thhaaa" which sounds like Carl Cox coming down from three pills.

Business as Usual

(Imagine what it would be like if you were to have your blog audited)

KPMG's OPERATIONAL AUDIT OF THE BLOG "KAMOTHERAPY" - 11/04

Good morning, Ladies and Gentlemen, and welcome to this morning's briefing.

At the behest of our Client, who wishes to be known only as "Kamo", KPMG conducted a future-oriented, systematic, and independent evaluation of organizational activities during the initial first month period (10/04-11/04) of our Client's Blog, "Kamotherapy", in which we examined significant trends relating to the primary sources of evidence of operational policies and achievements related to organizational objectives.

In the course of our investigation we discovered three interesting trends:

- The word "fuck" was used approxmiately three thousand times in the space of less than 20 blog posts, leading to the conclusion that our Client has a penchant for being vulgar and crass. We project that unless our Client learns to emote in a more eloquent manner, people will begin to think that he has a severely limited vocabulary. However, our Client has assured us that he does not, in any case, give two shits.

- We estimate that our Client's preoccupation with turning this Blog into a Non-Blog, or in other words, a Non-Discernable Blog, will lead many readers to think he is just pissing about on the Internet or merely directing his frustration and/or amusement with life events in a similarly non-productive manner. However, our Client reassures us that that is the whole point of this Blog, as he is neither interested in being conventional nor has the inclination to bore readers about how the cornflakes didn't go "Snap, Crackle and Pop" this morning, or why he hasn't been a good boy lately. In the Client's own words:

"The whole point of this Blog is to channel the most personal and ridiculous ideas, thoughts and feelings that I sometimes have into something tangible and whole, and not to act as some sort of diary of events like most Blogs are. There isn't supposed to be any continuity to this Blog, other than that I write stuff as each day goes on. I don't find it an overbearing necessity to be endearing to readers, or to impress anyone by sounding clever. I just want to see how creatively I can express certain ideas and emotions, in different tones and patterns, using different signs for things that people would not normally contemplate. Yes, I want this Blog to be akin to a poor man's guide to Semiotics, a tribute of sorts to Roland Barthes and a means of channeling ideas that didn't make it to print, for whatever reason, to be here."

- Our Client, at this juncture, would like to make this Blog more "interactive", but is decidedly too ignorant of html to add pictures and would rather suffer the indignation of having a bare Blog than confuse and frustrate himself any further.

Thank you, and Good Day.

[Unalienable Truth #569348]

Five cups of decaffeinated coffee is not the same as one cup of regular coffee.