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I wonder why people enjoy flashing their obsessions? Oh you get that a lot on blogs. I like this.. I like that.. Point one, no one really cares if you like them, much less why. Its such a waste to know that 89% of my 17' screen gets pissed with many pointless essays that reflect your bone-dry personality, a large amount of unoccupied space of pixels and jumpy widgets that make your blog looking a lot more charming because you know it isn't. You never know if your readers have photo epilepsy. I get carpal tunnel just spending half my life scrolling down blogs. Do you know what's worse that reading a text with font the size of a microbe? Reading a product from an imbecile with font the size of a microbe that has zero basis. I feel conned just reading your stupid "blogs".

Are you trying to make a statement by announcing the world the kind of music you like? Geez people are just SOOOOOO territorial about everything! You put a damn music player on your 'blog' (with no STOP THE FUCKING SHIT button) just so you can piss on it before any of your friends do. It's like an indirect way of making a permanent engravement to all the other people out there that you're 'cool' because you listen to crap no one else does. Reality check, morons. No one really cares. Sorry to rain on your parade that plays rock/pop/kpop/jpop/hip hop/rap/techno and other genres I have no interest in finding out. People want to read a blog, not to be damned in hell.

I am, also, oddly surprised by how bloggers can describe every teensy detail of their lives in their blogs. I mean, just reading it feels like staring into an immaculate white shirt. They write about how 'emo' they are about their boyfriends and crap, how they enjoyed doing this and that and this and that at the mall with their friends, how they hate this bitch and that bitch but are too pussy to actually confront them, how pretty this, how cute that... oh damn the list just goes ON.

Its going to be five in the morning and my body feels like lead. I think its time to sleep, says mom.

Till then.

Labels: blogger, rants, sleep deprived, stupid people

I actually really hate staying up late. I just can't help myself.

Well, I've been checking out other blog hosting sites. I'm getting really sick of blogger. So, I rather not bore you by listing out everything that's lousy about blogger which you should already know because I know many people uses this shitpile. So if you have a brain, use it. Let it not become a mass of a type of normally brown excrement. Saves me a lot of explanation.

Talking about brown excrement, I'm beginning to doubt the people managing this neighborhood I live in is doing nothing but suck on lollies all day. Why? They allow dogs to walk around the park and we ALL know dogs like to leave a little present behind. They're also very smart, hiding it somewhere between tall, uncut weeds, next to a pile of mud of the same colour.

Before I persist, let me thank the universe for allowing such unfortunate events drop in my hands.

Literally.

I kicked the soccer ball towards my brother. His Kate Moss legs couldn't keep up with the velocity of the ball that suffered my power kick and the ball went rolling into some overgrown weeds. I ran after it and picked it up only to know my fingers grazed across a soft textured, sort of doughy, matter. It could only be two things; mud or crap. I crossed my fingers, PRAYING that it wasn't the latter. But well, it wasn't a good day. No. The universe has its way of putting shit in my hands. Thanks.

It doesn't matter what you believe in. Master Chief has explained it all. Epic video about the immense universe and God. LOLOLOLOL.



Last night my brother decided to keep up with mah cool by staying up late and watching House with me. As expected, he got hungry.

Justin: Are you hungry?

Me: No, are you?

Justin: Quite... I feel like having McDonalds.

Me: I can't get McDonalds for you NOW.

Justin: I feel like having cheese.

Me: Do you want cheese? (Idk why I asked. Just to entertain his lengthy whining about food.)

Justin: Do you?

Me: Huh? No.

Justin: Then me too.

Me: Do you want cheese or not?

Evetually (after the LOOONG contemplating), we went downstairs to get some of his barbeque flavored cheese. It was two in the morning, which meant we had to tip our toes down the stairs and whisper.

Justin : We're acting like robbers. *snicker*

We are not acting like robbers. We just don't want to wake the whole house up!

Well, you can't blame him. He doesn't get lotsa after-midnight action, if you get what I mean.

I'm going to do some other shit until I fall asleep now.

Till then.

Labels: arby and chief, bad luck, blogger, justin

Have you guys watched Biggest Loser Asia? I did. I watched the auditions while eating a big bowl of noodles. Not a very good idea.

MTV. Now I know EVERYONE has laid there eyes on this pathetic crap they call a channel with music videos and shit. You've got reality shows like 'The Hills' and 'Teen Cribs' and more I don't even care to know about. What I know is that MTV is fueled by a bunch of crackpots. Everyone on MTV is a crackpot. MTV loves rich children. They can't get enough of them. You've got shows that allow kids with rubber band banks flaunting their million dollar homes and cars. Got no talent? That's okay! Go get a show on MTV, you'll be known as the idiot with money. They tape these kids smoking, drinking, partying and shit like they're so ghetto. It just shows how messed up the society is these days. 16 year old spoiled brats get Bentleys for their birthday, fuck their parents up because they don't get the party planning right and make a drama out of EVERYTHING. I don't know if they just got a truckload of bad influences or their parents just don't care enough to fix their retarded way of raising a child. I think it's the latter.

I don't know what 'The Hills' is mainly about but I know it's just a bunch of 20-something-year-olds acting like hormonal teenagers, just with excessive alcohol and sex. They go on screen and make complete idiots out of themselves. MTV is responsible for making shallow fuckbrains even more famous with their constant whining about life and/or Chewbacca-voice singing; something we need less of in this world. I barely even understand why its categorized under 'entertainment' when it's just too painful to watch.

I just wanted to watch TV one day. A simple need for a simple person but MTV has to screw it up by promoting Paris Hilton's reality show "Paris Hilton : My New BFF" I've watched a lot of bad shows but this takes the cake. This is the most miserable show I have ever known to exist in the history of television. Why? Why is it even on air? Why doesn't anyone realize this blasphemy? Narcissist Princess Hilton gets about a hundred girls with 'potential' to line up and claw each others' faces off to be her new best friend. I'm not even exaggerating on the idiocy of the whole idea. This is me underplaying the show.

"I love Paris Hilton so much I want to be a her best friend" - some lifeless prick who just wants to kiss her ass.

It's just another publicity seeker slapper for all the girls that were on the show. It's okay Paris, stop trying so hard. We all know you're as dumb as a rock. No one is going to steal your thunder as no one can sing or dance or even talk like you. Hell, you even need to look for a friend through a tv show! You might get a brain hemorrhage.

The only benefit you achieve from watching MTV is to build your immunity against the vast majority of idiots in this world.

Before you leave, watch this video.



Till then.

Labels: bad music, mtv, paris hilton, rants, stupid people

I remember I had to walk from Sungei Wang all the way to Pavilion once. So, the route required us to walk pass a Maybank with a pretty spacey area around it. Yep, on that very sunny day, there were a crowd of maybe 40-50 kids in ugly checkered shirts and hideous accessories just sitting around and all I could think of at that moment was 'What in God's name are you people doing?' Pardon my curiosity but I really want to know. I mean, the sun was blazing because I felt like I was about to have a heat stroke just waiting for the little green man to appear on the traffic light. These kids were just sitting around in groups with their mp3s, under the sun, doing nothing.

But, I still had to cross the road, leaving my thoughts behind with them hip teenagers wasting away under the baking sun. I continued on into the shopping mall, minding my own business and all. Then I noticed a group of boys in very very tight pants. Geez, just looking at them made my legs hurt. Doesn't their crotch hurt when the walk? Because from what I observed, their pants look 3 times smaller than its actual size. Constriction to a whole new level. Kids these days with the clothes they wear. It's painful to even look. Its either too short, too tight or just plain ugly.

Besides attempting suicide in those pants, they wear their distasteful sunglasses that shields half their face. Indoors. WHAT THE HELL? The name itself gives you an idea WHEN and WHERE to wear it. SUN-glasses. Function? To protect your dainty eyes from the glaring SUN. Do you find that in a mall? NO. Question. Why do they do it? Are they just too daft to realize how vile they look? Do they intend to pick up some chicks? WHAT GIRL WOULD BE INTERESTED IF SHE CANT SEE YOUR BLOODY FACE? Doesn't help when you walk around like you're on drugs.

What I notice about these hip youngsters these days are their cool DSLRs around their puny necks. I was at the food court when I noticed this bunch. So I watched how they swing their cameras around with such 'swagger'. Hello children. What is a function of a camera? To take/snap pictures. What is a function of a camera to a half-baked teenager? It's an over-priced accessory.

When I see someone wearing crocs, I know immediately that fellow croc-wearer and I have nothing in common. An unusual impulse of rage fuels my body and I will feel like pushing fellow croc-wearer down, punch his face in and scream at his loathsome fashion sense. I was in the pharmacy today and I saw a little stand that holds these grotesque shoes. Wow, people actually dedicate space to sell pairs of shit for 130 bucks. It prevents bad odor and fungal growth. It also prevents you from being socially relevant. I wouldn't even want engage a conversation someone who looks like they have Miley Cyrus on their feet, much less go out with them. There are no words in the dictionary to describe the monstrosity of Crocs. All I know its synonyms are somewhere about repulsive, appalling, deformed and grotesque.

Labels: fashion, rants, ugly

It's half past two in the morning and I feel so... mentally disoriented. I've been watching lotsa movies this week. Three, to be exact actually. Thursday, I watched 2012. The movie was great. Gives you a clue about how you're about to die and shit. It kinda sucks. I have to admit I cried like a bitch. So I was sitting in between my aunt and a stranger and strangely, we ALL had the same reaction at certain scenes. Kinda odd. I was all 'who the hell are you man? why are you doing what I'm doing? :S'

While we were on our way home we saw this little red Kancil ahead of us with those car signboard shit hanging on the back that says 'I might be small, but I'm fast!' We were all thinking 'OKAY BITCH LETS SEE HOW FAST YOU CAN GO HAHAHAAH!' Let me tell you that my aunt was driving a Lexus Harrier.

Holy hell, that stupid red Kancil almost smoked a three liter four-wheel drive. His pick up was insane! I was literally yelling in the car. Astound, bewildered, whatever you want to call it. Too bad after the junction, he was stopped by a roadblock up ahead. :P

On Friday, I watched The Fourth Kind and The Time Traveler's Wife. Okay, first of all, after I watching The Fourth Kind, I'm fucking disturbed. God, religion, spirits, the unexplainable.. what if they were all connected? Extraterrestrial intelligences, aliens, UFOs. I'm out of my fucking mind. It's one of the reasons why I can't sleep right now. I just can't get the images and footage out from my head. Freaky shit. Watch it.

TTTW. The movie was just average. I mean, I've watched a lot of movies and this just isn't.. good. It has no substance. Doesn't affect you whatsoever. Don't watch.

I'm not really in the mood to blog but I figured I had to write it down before I forget. I know, I know. Who does that right? Well, this post was supposed to be awesome.. but I don't feel like entertaining you people at this late hour. Too bad I guess. When you're discombobulated, sleep deprived and pissed, productivity doesn't happen.

Till then.

Labels: cars, movies, sleep deprived

Who runs this shit?

How do you fancy this ginormous tagboard? :D

I wonder why people enjoy flashing their obsessions? Oh you get that a lot on blogs. I like this.. I like that.. Point one, no one really cares if you like them, much less why. Its such a waste to know that 89% of my 17' screen gets pissed with many pointless essays that reflect your bone-dry personality, a large amount of unoccupied space of pixels and jumpy widgets that make your blog looking a lot more charming because you know it isn't. You never know if your readers have photo epilepsy. I get carpal tunnel just spending half my life scrolling down blogs. Do you know what's worse that reading a text with font the size of a microbe? Reading a product from an imbecile with font the size of a microbe that has zero basis. I feel conned just reading your stupid "blogs".

Are you trying to make a statement by announcing the world the kind of music you like? Geez people are just SOOOOOO territorial about everything! You put a damn music player on your 'blog' (with no STOP THE FUCKING SHIT button) just so you can piss on it before any of your friends do. It's like an indirect way of making a permanent engravement to all the other people out there that you're 'cool' because you listen to crap no one else does. Reality check, morons. No one really cares. Sorry to rain on your parade that plays rock/pop/kpop/jpop/hip hop/rap/techno and other genres I have no interest in finding out. People want to read a blog, not to be damned in hell.

I am, also, oddly surprised by how bloggers can describe every teensy detail of their lives in their blogs. I mean, just reading it feels like staring into an immaculate white shirt. They write about how 'emo' they are about their boyfriends and crap, how they enjoyed doing this and that and this and that at the mall with their friends, how they hate this bitch and that bitch but are too pussy to actually confront them, how pretty this, how cute that... oh damn the list just goes ON.

Its going to be five in the morning and my body feels like lead. I think its time to sleep, says mom.

Till then.

Labels: blogger, rants, sleep deprived, stupid people

I actually really hate staying up late. I just can't help myself.

Well, I've been checking out other blog hosting sites. I'm getting really sick of blogger. So, I rather not bore you by listing out everything that's lousy about blogger which you should already know because I know many people uses this shitpile. So if you have a brain, use it. Let it not become a mass of a type of normally brown excrement. Saves me a lot of explanation.

Talking about brown excrement, I'm beginning to doubt the people managing this neighborhood I live in is doing nothing but suck on lollies all day. Why? They allow dogs to walk around the park and we ALL know dogs like to leave a little present behind. They're also very smart, hiding it somewhere between tall, uncut weeds, next to a pile of mud of the same colour.

Before I persist, let me thank the universe for allowing such unfortunate events drop in my hands.

Literally.

I kicked the soccer ball towards my brother. His Kate Moss legs couldn't keep up with the velocity of the ball that suffered my power kick and the ball went rolling into some overgrown weeds. I ran after it and picked it up only to know my fingers grazed across a soft textured, sort of doughy, matter. It could only be two things; mud or crap. I crossed my fingers, PRAYING that it wasn't the latter. But well, it wasn't a good day. No. The universe has its way of putting shit in my hands. Thanks.

It doesn't matter what you believe in. Master Chief has explained it all. Epic video about the immense universe and God. LOLOLOLOL.



Last night my brother decided to keep up with mah cool by staying up late and watching House with me. As expected, he got hungry.

Justin: Are you hungry?

Me: No, are you?

Justin: Quite... I feel like having McDonalds.

Me: I can't get McDonalds for you NOW.

Justin: I feel like having cheese.

Me: Do you want cheese? (Idk why I asked. Just to entertain his lengthy whining about food.)

Justin: Do you?

Me: Huh? No.

Justin: Then me too.

Me: Do you want cheese or not?

Evetually (after the LOOONG contemplating), we went downstairs to get some of his barbeque flavored cheese. It was two in the morning, which meant we had to tip our toes down the stairs and whisper.

Justin : We're acting like robbers. *snicker*

We are not acting like robbers. We just don't want to wake the whole house up!

Well, you can't blame him. He doesn't get lotsa after-midnight action, if you get what I mean.

I'm going to do some other shit until I fall asleep now.

Till then.

Labels: arby and chief, bad luck, blogger, justin

Have you guys watched Biggest Loser Asia? I did. I watched the auditions while eating a big bowl of noodles. Not a very good idea.

MTV. Now I know EVERYONE has laid there eyes on this pathetic crap they call a channel with music videos and shit. You've got reality shows like 'The Hills' and 'Teen Cribs' and more I don't even care to know about. What I know is that MTV is fueled by a bunch of crackpots. Everyone on MTV is a crackpot. MTV loves rich children. They can't get enough of them. You've got shows that allow kids with rubber band banks flaunting their million dollar homes and cars. Got no talent? That's okay! Go get a show on MTV, you'll be known as the idiot with money. They tape these kids smoking, drinking, partying and shit like they're so ghetto. It just shows how messed up the society is these days. 16 year old spoiled brats get Bentleys for their birthday, fuck their parents up because they don't get the party planning right and make a drama out of EVERYTHING. I don't know if they just got a truckload of bad influences or their parents just don't care enough to fix their retarded way of raising a child. I think it's the latter.

I don't know what 'The Hills' is mainly about but I know it's just a bunch of 20-something-year-olds acting like hormonal teenagers, just with excessive alcohol and sex. They go on screen and make complete idiots out of themselves. MTV is responsible for making shallow fuckbrains even more famous with their constant whining about life and/or Chewbacca-voice singing; something we need less of in this world. I barely even understand why its categorized under 'entertainment' when it's just too painful to watch.

I just wanted to watch TV one day. A simple need for a simple person but MTV has to screw it up by promoting Paris Hilton's reality show "Paris Hilton : My New BFF" I've watched a lot of bad shows but this takes the cake. This is the most miserable show I have ever known to exist in the history of television. Why? Why is it even on air? Why doesn't anyone realize this blasphemy? Narcissist Princess Hilton gets about a hundred girls with 'potential' to line up and claw each others' faces off to be her new best friend. I'm not even exaggerating on the idiocy of the whole idea. This is me underplaying the show.

"I love Paris Hilton so much I want to be a her best friend" - some lifeless prick who just wants to kiss her ass.

It's just another publicity seeker slapper for all the girls that were on the show. It's okay Paris, stop trying so hard. We all know you're as dumb as a rock. No one is going to steal your thunder as no one can sing or dance or even talk like you. Hell, you even need to look for a friend through a tv show! You might get a brain hemorrhage.

The only benefit you achieve from watching MTV is to build your immunity against the vast majority of idiots in this world.

Before you leave, watch this video.



Till then.

Labels: bad music, mtv, paris hilton, rants, stupid people

I remember I had to walk from Sungei Wang all the way to Pavilion once. So, the route required us to walk pass a Maybank with a pretty spacey area around it. Yep, on that very sunny day, there were a crowd of maybe 40-50 kids in ugly checkered shirts and hideous accessories just sitting around and all I could think of at that moment was 'What in God's name are you people doing?' Pardon my curiosity but I really want to know. I mean, the sun was blazing because I felt like I was about to have a heat stroke just waiting for the little green man to appear on the traffic light. These kids were just sitting around in groups with their mp3s, under the sun, doing nothing.

But, I still had to cross the road, leaving my thoughts behind with them hip teenagers wasting away under the baking sun. I continued on into the shopping mall, minding my own business and all. Then I noticed a group of boys in very very tight pants. Geez, just looking at them made my legs hurt. Doesn't their crotch hurt when the walk? Because from what I observed, their pants look 3 times smaller than its actual size. Constriction to a whole new level. Kids these days with the clothes they wear. It's painful to even look. Its either too short, too tight or just plain ugly.

Besides attempting suicide in those pants, they wear their distasteful sunglasses that shields half their face. Indoors. WHAT THE HELL? The name itself gives you an idea WHEN and WHERE to wear it. SUN-glasses. Function? To protect your dainty eyes from the glaring SUN. Do you find that in a mall? NO. Question. Why do they do it? Are they just too daft to realize how vile they look? Do they intend to pick up some chicks? WHAT GIRL WOULD BE INTERESTED IF SHE CANT SEE YOUR BLOODY FACE? Doesn't help when you walk around like you're on drugs.

What I notice about these hip youngsters these days are their cool DSLRs around their puny necks. I was at the food court when I noticed this bunch. So I watched how they swing their cameras around with such 'swagger'. Hello children. What is a function of a camera? To take/snap pictures. What is a function of a camera to a half-baked teenager? It's an over-priced accessory.

When I see someone wearing crocs, I know immediately that fellow croc-wearer and I have nothing in common. An unusual impulse of rage fuels my body and I will feel like pushing fellow croc-wearer down, punch his face in and scream at his loathsome fashion sense. I was in the pharmacy today and I saw a little stand that holds these grotesque shoes. Wow, people actually dedicate space to sell pairs of shit for 130 bucks. It prevents bad odor and fungal growth. It also prevents you from being socially relevant. I wouldn't even want engage a conversation someone who looks like they have Miley Cyrus on their feet, much less go out with them. There are no words in the dictionary to describe the monstrosity of Crocs. All I know its synonyms are somewhere about repulsive, appalling, deformed and grotesque.

Labels: fashion, rants, ugly

It's half past two in the morning and I feel so... mentally disoriented. I've been watching lotsa movies this week. Three, to be exact actually. Thursday, I watched 2012. The movie was great. Gives you a clue about how you're about to die and shit. It kinda sucks. I have to admit I cried like a bitch. So I was sitting in between my aunt and a stranger and strangely, we ALL had the same reaction at certain scenes. Kinda odd. I was all 'who the hell are you man? why are you doing what I'm doing? :S'

While we were on our way home we saw this little red Kancil ahead of us with those car signboard shit hanging on the back that says 'I might be small, but I'm fast!' We were all thinking 'OKAY BITCH LETS SEE HOW FAST YOU CAN GO HAHAHAAH!' Let me tell you that my aunt was driving a Lexus Harrier.

Holy hell, that stupid red Kancil almost smoked a three liter four-wheel drive. His pick up was insane! I was literally yelling in the car. Astound, bewildered, whatever you want to call it. Too bad after the junction, he was stopped by a roadblock up ahead. :P

On Friday, I watched The Fourth Kind and The Time Traveler's Wife. Okay, first of all, after I watching The Fourth Kind, I'm fucking disturbed. God, religion, spirits, the unexplainable.. what if they were all connected? Extraterrestrial intelligences, aliens, UFOs. I'm out of my fucking mind. It's one of the reasons why I can't sleep right now. I just can't get the images and footage out from my head. Freaky shit. Watch it.

TTTW. The movie was just average. I mean, I've watched a lot of movies and this just isn't.. good. It has no substance. Doesn't affect you whatsoever. Don't watch.

I'm not really in the mood to blog but I figured I had to write it down before I forget. I know, I know. Who does that right? Well, this post was supposed to be awesome.. but I don't feel like entertaining you people at this late hour. Too bad I guess. When you're discombobulated, sleep deprived and pissed, productivity doesn't happen.

Till then.

Labels: cars, movies, sleep deprived

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