The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy.

It feels like life is being one giant great mess of elephant poop. The last time I remember feeling like this was at the start of last year. But you know, I'm just going to continue feeling glad and awesome that I've passed first year. There's a long way to go from here and I can't let something like poop get to me.


I miss Malaysia a lot.

It's like you've been swimming around in the Pacific and then you have to go back to a stinking pond at the back of some forest somewhere and you just miss the big fishes at the Pacific and the sea breeze and the yatch.

If I can have just one more bite of my maid's nasi goreng ikan bilis. or hear someone say 'IKA BANGUN TIDO BODOH NANTI MAK PUKUL!' just one more time.

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I found this one bored random night. I've always wanted to hear someone read this poem.
It's one of those incredible things that you just can't find words to describe.

My friend did crudely exclaim though, 'THEY ATE HIM SO THEY CAN HAVE SEX?? babi random Tim Burton.' It's close enough.