Thought's 0F a Madman

Tong Hua- Guan Ling

2011-11-09T18:20:00.000+05:30

A blast from the past..Suddenly remembered this song.used to be played sooo much during the drives to school,that by the end of the year.i memorized it.lol.all good though..

Hello old friend?

2011-11-09T17:16:00.000+05:30

Well hello there old friend,how's it hanging?..i know it's been ages since i last wrote.i do hope you forgive me for that..My days have been crazy if you want to know..The moment i get up it's a blur.it's like I'm static and everything else is either just whizzing past me,or is cruelly spinning around me..I get up i go to class,i go to the hospital and i go to practicals.it's like that 6 days of the week,i really don't have that much time to myself..Each day i wake up,i like this place less and less.imagine 3 more years here.might as well invest in a shotgun and and blow my brains out..

To tell you the truth,i have no friends,save for one or two people who actually matter..everyone has their own clique,and i have little next to no intention of meeting new people.. I've met the people i wanted to meet,so people i meet now,is either there to screw me over,or to get in my face, to put it lightly.. I've been down with fever for the past 3 days..after general medicine posting,something as mundane as a simple fever can bring about fears of impending doom..but hope things work out..anyway,that's that..i gotta go old pal.till next time.hopefully not too long..see you soon..

The Homecoming

2011-09-20T21:29:00.000+05:30

So it's been like 3 weeks of school so far..wow,i've never felt this alone ever..Everything's a blur.i go to school,go to the hospital,and end the day with practicals..and sadly,i realized i function best by being alone..i don't know.but as radical as it may sound,human contact interests me the least here..everyone has their own clique,if you may..they don't feel the need to include a new member.and i don't feel the need to join them..all i ever think about is going home to Malaysia..like every day.all i think about is home..the people there,the sights the sounds..it's just 2 weeks,and i'm already sick of everything here..I don't know,but i guess this time the urge to go back,is much stronger i presume.for certain reasons..i don't know.bye.

Medicine posting,y u so drab.

2011-09-01T12:34:00.000+05:30

Oh wow,had to blow the dust of the blog for a bit there..but anyway,I'm back in India..the thirst for knowledge,somewhat hastened my departure..Not.i still dislike India a lot..I only came here early cuz class started last week.back to the grind.same faces,same kind of people.doing the same ol same ol.but yeah,hospital postings sucks..general medicine..which focuses on adult care.mainly involves internal organs though.kidneys,lungs,heart.etc..doctors in this field don't operate.they just diagnose and tell you whats up or down,with your innards.lol.

But yeah.we don't do much.sit around the ward.watch patients watch us..talk,and leave.maybe now and then a doctor or post graduate might show up,to explain shit and stuff..then we leave..that's the best part of the day.after medicine posting,comes OBG, obstetrics and gynecology..then surgery.fun times ahead yo.. =.=*..so far it's not that bad.i need to get books..i survived two days with just some pieces of paper and a pen..way to be a star student.lol..but yeah,that's about it..a patient called me a goat,cuz i was sporting a goatee..i wanted to be like,wow thanks a lot.have fun layin in your bed all day and getting better from your renal damage..but i bit my tongue instead..blah.that's about it.bye..

So whats up?

2011-08-11T19:31:00.000+05:30

Well the usual..the blog seems to be breathing it's last.i for the life of me can't think of anything to post.since twitter came along..twitter is fun to post crap up and see what people think or not think about it..it's all right.In a way which i couldn't be emphatic about..So whatever...your feelings are rather invalid right about now.but before that..I smell my eminent return to crapslavia..damn this is so freakin depressing.after the whale of fun i've had here..with friends..with that certain person,you know who you are.:)..heck,even with those dumb dogs,who find it more appealing to leave the house they are supposed to protect and wander the woods..sigh..I'll miss the sights and sounds of this place.I can't wait to be done with studies,and just return permanently..well what can i do.3 years plus for that now.last week was spent with close friends..sigh..man i'm gonna miss ya'll..anyway,enough of moping around and what not.this disparity aint bringing back the days...so yeah enjoy,

A take on love by Neil Gaiman

2011-07-26T19:07:00.000+05:30

Have you ever been in love?..Horrible isn't it?,it makes you so vulnerable...it opens your chest,and it opens up your heart,and it means someone can get inside and mess you up...you build up all these defenses,and you build up this suit of Armour,so that nothing can hurt you...then one fine day,that one stupid person,no different from other stupid person,wanders into your stupid life.
You give them a piece of you,they never asked for it..they did something dumb one fine day..like kiss you,or smile at you.and all of a sudden,your life isn't your own anymore.
love takes hostages,it gets inside you,it eats you out and leaves you crying in the dark.
so simple a phrase like "lets just be friends" feels like a glass splinter working it's way into your heart.
It hurts,not just in imagination,not just in the mind.it's a soul hurt..a real gets-inside-you-and rips you-apart kinda pain..
I hate love...

A boy named sue

2011-07-25T14:08:00.001+05:30

A boy named sue- author unknown.

well my dad left home,when i was three,
and he didn't leave much for ma and me,
Just an old guitar and an empty bottle of booze,

Now i don't blame him cos he ran and hid,
but the meanest thing he ever did,
was before he left,
he went and named me sue,

well he must have thought it was quite a joke,
and it got a lot of laughs from a lot of folks,
and it seems ,
i had to fight my whole life through,

some girl would giggle,
and I'd get bright red,
some guy would laugh,
and I'd bust his head,

i tell ya,
life wasn't easy for a boy named sue,
but well,i grew up quick,
and i grew up mean,

My fist got hard,
and my wits got keen,
roam from town to town,
to hide my shame,

But i made me a vow
to the moon and stars,
that I'd search the honky tonks and bars,
and kill the man that gave me that awful name

well it was gatlinburg in mid july,
and I'd just hit town and my throat was dry,
so i thought I'd stop,
and have myself a brew.

On and old saloon of a street of mud,
there at the table dealing stud,
sat the dirty mangy dog,
that named me sue,

well i knew that snake,
was my own sweet dad,
from the worn out pictures that my mom had,
and i knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye,

he was big and thin and grey and old,
and i looked at him,and my blood ran cold,
and i said,my name is sue!,how do you do?
now you gonna die!!,

well i hit him right between the eyes,
he went down,but to my surprise,
he came up with a knife,
and cut a piece of my ear,

but i busted a chair right across his teeth,
and we crashed through the wall,and into the street,
kicking and gouging in the mud, the,blood and beer,
i tell ya,i fought tougher men,but really can't remember when,

he kicked like a mule,and bit like a crocodile,
i heard him laugh and i heard him cuss,
he went for his gun,but i pulled mine first,
he stood there looking at me,and i saw him smile,

and he said,son,
this world is rough,and if a man is gonna make it,he's gotta be tough,
and i knew i wouldn't be there to help you along,
so i gave you that name,and i said goodbye,

i knew you had to get tough or die,
and it's that name that helped you get strong,
now you just fought one hell of a fight,
and i know you hate me,

and you got the right to kill me now,
and i don't blame you if you do,
but you ought to thank me first,
before i'm supposed to die,

for the gravel in your guts,
and the spit in your eye,
cause I'm the son of a bitch,
that named you sue,

well,what could i do?
i got all choked up,and i threw down my gun,
i called him pa,and he called me son,
and we came away with a different point of view,

and I'd think about him,every now and then,
every time i tried,and every time I'd win,
and if ever i have a son,i think I'd name him,
Bill!,or George!,or any damn thing but sue..

oh cripes

2011-07-19T10:00:00.000+05:30

Oh wow,this is sad.it's been ages since i wrote anything actually worth reading,not like the other post were,but still..Anyway..whats been up.same ol same ol.the difference is I'm home..It's boring as hell.my place is a small place,with very little action.The highlight of the day would actually be things like,taking the car for servicing.and what not..well today,my friend and i decided to check out the local gym..I didn't even know,this place had a gym..so anyway,braving the scorching desert heat,we went to the place,to check it out..It was substandard.like they threw in a bunch of ageing equipments together,and expected people to be happy..a 6 year old could lift the heaviest weights there..it was sad.It felt more like a sauna than a gym..it was so ghetto,i thought I'd find the wheels of my car missing when i returned...all in all,it was depressing..:(...and a waste of good petrol to get there..i guess i don't write anything,cuz of twitter..I say whatever i have to say there..damn twitter..

so what else,this week i think i'm going to Indonesia with a friend.i don't know if I'm looking forward to it at all.i just don't wanna die ok..what if they go crazy and jack my shit.and leave me penniless..or if they kidnap my worthless ass,and get pissed off cuz no one would come claim me with a ransom..Sigh,why do i even agree to these things..i would be better of at home playing the xbox..FTS!!..so yeah anyway,i gotta go be bored elsewhere...peace ya'll..

The man who can't be moved- The script

2011-07-15T07:47:00.000+05:30

As usual,somewhat old songs,which i only think is awesome now.the sad reality..But Beautiful though..

Going Back to the corner where I first saw you
Gonna camp in my sleeping bag I'm not gonna move
Got some words on cardboard, got your picture in my hand
Saying, "If you see this girl can you tell her where I am?"

Some try to hand me money, they don't understand
I'm not broke I'm just a broken hearted man
I know it makes no sense but what else can I do
How can I move on when I'm still in love with you

'cause if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be
Thinkin maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet
And you'll see me waiting for you on the corner of the street
So I'm not moving, I'm not moving

Policeman says, "Son you can't stay here"
I said, "There's someone I'm waiting for if it's a day, a month, a year"
Gotta stand my ground even if it rains or snows
If she changes her mind this is the first place she will go

[Chorus:]
'cause If one day you wake up and find that you're missing me
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be
Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet
And you'll see me waiting for you on our corner of the street
So I'm not moving, I'm not moving,
I'm not moving, I'm not moving

People talk about the guy that's waiting on a girl
There are no holes in his shoes but a big hole in his world

Maybe I'll get famous as the man who can't be moved
Maybe you wont mean to but you'll see me on the news
And you'll come running to the corner
'cause you'll know it's just for you
I'm the man who can't be moved

[Chorus 2x]

Going back to the corner where I first saw you
Gonna camp in my sleeping bag, I'm not gonna move

Bersih 2.0

2011-07-08T19:32:00.000+05:30

The demonstrations way back in 07

Greetings earthlings..so yeah,as ya'll know the bersih( gabungan pilihanraya bersih dan adil/the coalition for clean and fair elections) demonstrations that are going to be held tomorrow is the hottest news so far,apparently the major Networks eg: CNN Al jazeera,BBC etc are going to cover it..well I'm no political expert,as i am grossly unfurnished with the knowledge of the political scene in Malaysia.I just know the people are starting to lose faith in the government,and the government is doing all they can to restore dwindling love. But these are just my humble views and opinions.I am not in any way supporting either the Patriots or the Bersih coalBut i do have to say i admire Bersih a whole lot..

Maybe the time has come for change,just to see what the other parties are packing ya know?..If they fail,well that blows,because it just shows how inept the folks are at running Malaysia..it's sad though,when the united states are sending space missions to mars to validate if it can sustain life for the future of human beings,here, we at Malaysia are still rolling around and wrestling each other in the mud for a clean and fair election..Something that should have been sorted out ages ago..see i love Malaysia,I'm not the type who would abandon it because of all the unfairness..i know it has hordes of shallow minded cretins and delusional fools who think they're doing a good job at running the country ,but for what it's worth Malaysia has made me what i am today.And i owe everything to her..I have never come across any injustice or for that matter been wronged,or even ostracized and expected to be with my own kind in my 22 years in Malaysia..I think that's wholly due to the fact i live in sabah,away from the peninsula,where racial separation is fairly obvious..

That's why i guess i don't share the same sentiments of the minorities in the peninsula..And somehow,i am grateful for that...but this bersih thing..it saddens me somewhat...My only concern is,if the government topples,will the winning party turn out the same after say,10-15 years?,i mean when they come across all that power and money once they're at the helm?..and then,will it be the same repetitive saga again?.Demonstrations here and there,the western worlds using us as a prime example of a country that's running itself to the ground?..somehow when i think about all that,i want to leave..but let's see,nothings engraved in stone yet..We'll see how the demonstrations go tomorrow..i guess what bersih wants is perfectly reasonable..The government is just making it hard for them,for no real concrete reason..I mean bersih is not anti government or anything,all it wants is a fair election.one that's not tainted in any way...

They should be given that chance at least..i mean it is their right,freedom of speech,yadda yadda yadda.and we living in a democratic country should be given that chance don't y'all think..It's not really democracy if you put a lid on any sort of uprising or thoughts for that matter,that you think would jeopardize your position..just because someone else has their views,that differ from yours doesn't make it right for you to contain them,just because you can,and have the power to do so.Malaysia still needs a lot of growing up..and i hope they do it soon..still,i love thee sweet sweet Malaysia..:D

ya know what i'm sayin?

2011-07-06T18:32:00.000+05:30

Oh glorious day,why for art thou so far..sigh..it's like counting the days down to a date that just seems to be getting further and further away..jebus..next week at this time,ill be home.planin my next route. getting together people who really matter.To finally meet them once again..Hopefully me goin home wont coincide with them being busy.that would suck..
So the weather is really nice here..cloudy all day long,with an occasional burst of sunshine for whatever it's worth..and oh ya rain..it's calming though..the pitter patter of rain against the window.Almost therapeutic like..Nothing much ever happens though...My net has been down for like 3 days..i curse the pets of the service provider.curse it i say!..it takes eons for them to rectify a simple issue.sigh..so is life though..But lo and behold,when the time comes for the monthly payments,Bam!,they're at my doorstep,with a stupid grin on their face..their love for me on payday,i do not reciprocate..not one bit..but meh..

so it's raining again now..and for some incomprehensible reason a bunch of men are just shouting in joy,i have no idea why..but they remind me of buffaloes in rain.if ya'll have not an inkling to what I'm talking about,well today is your lucky day,since I'll educate ya'll on this correlation..since i live behind a barn..which used to have a bunch of well,buffaloes..i used to hear them "sing" and prance about during a downpour.so yeah.random..kthxbai.

Stop writing,and leave the exam hall immediately

2011-06-28T16:16:00.003+05:30

Yup,so exams are done for now..I'm just happy i don't have to spend my days in the library now..i just sit at home and do absolutely nothing..It's what I'm good at really..Nothing much happened over the hiatus of blog posts..just me and books,nothing more..Now i just can't wait for practicals to end,then it'll be home,and the sheer joy of not having to be in the godforsaken land for like a month plus..lol sometimes i may just go all out when belittling this place.Maybe i shouldn't do that..It's not that bad really..meh..anyway,here's a video that took my breath away.. perseverance and love at it's finest..enjoy ya'll..

This is Derek Redmond,a British athlete who was favorite to win the 400m in the 1992 Barcelona Olympics...He was almost going to make it,when midway his hamstrings tore..after contemplating for a while,he decided to carry on with the race and rejected to being carried away in a stretcher which was ready for him..so with pain etched on his face,slowly but surely he hobbled to the finish line,when with a few meters left,his dad who was in the stands,muscled his way past race officials to help his son over the line.
Now that's true perseverance right there..

Friendly reminder.

2011-06-15T19:47:00.002+05:30

No Updates till exams are done..that's the 27th i think..or something..whatever..move along now,there's nothing to see here...

Exams

2011-06-10T09:39:00.002+05:30

Right,from the obvious lack of updates,it'd rather evident that i haven't had much time to think of stuff to write.Cuz well it's that time of the season again.exams..the usual drill..study,go to exams,holidays,come back..Yeah but i can't wait for holidays..I'm up to my neck with this crap...the same ol thing,again and again..the same old people,the same ol sights..i have zero attachments to this place..i can't wait to get up and jet it the first moment i get..The only reason I'm still sane,is cuz of my friend Harjee..ya'll have no idea how good it feels to have at least one person to talk to in this godforsaken place.like i'm some kinda insect crawling through this vast labyrinth of superficiality amalgamated with a load of hot stinking bullshit..yup,more if it at every turn..after like 2 years plus,i still feel very much like a foreign entity here..and i love my solitude.It's the one thing i get along superbly with..man,i can't wait to go back...can't hold onnnn much longeeeeeeeeeeeer,must persevere..sigh..but yeah,that's that for now.till next time.peace.

How now brown cow?

2011-06-01T09:35:00.001+05:30

A heifer may fool you by farting;
You may tut at a ram's roaring rear.
But the genuine trouble is starting
When they moo and they baa at you, dear.

The Earth looks like going to burn out:
And it's all down to cud, and its eaters.
Each day Daisy's burping can turn out,
In methane, some two hundred litres.

Yes, the ruminant herds, silly arses,
Turn the world to a rank weeded garden.
They're eating the wrong kind of grasses,
And worse, they will never beg pardon.

But – and this is the same, whole world over –
We can feed them, and nourish them better.
If cattle and sheep are in clover,
And if children learn laws to the letter,

And if partners got over each hiccup,
We'd be winning the greenhouse gas battle.
Good husbandry: great theme to pick up,
With council house tenants and cattle.

You may think that my mouth is abhorrent,
With my thoughts about family, divorce –
But, though noxious, my speech, in a torrent,
Has come through my sphincter, of course.

The folks

2011-06-01T09:20:00.001+05:30

So yup,parents are coming over this evening ,for like a day.then leaving the next morning for their reunion thingy,which doesn't really matter to me...and wasting all that money to come here and do the sameee thing they could be doing back home.eating,sleeping,yelling at me.etc etc..it'd be nice if they could spare me some change though..My dad never sends me money..he'll just ask if i have enough.and I'll be like depends.so last week he sent quite a,umm substantial amount..omg i was so happy,cuz i thought it was for me..turned out he just wanted the dough when he arrived here,like a boss.so guess who had to scamper around in the scorching desert heat to get his dough ready..

Yeah,he even listed the amount to the last cent.it was like 13 cents or something,fearing I'd abscond with the moolah..so much trust and faith my dad has in me..Brings a tear to my eye sometimes..pffft,but i did steal like 50 bucks.service charge as I'd like to put it.lol.....But all is well,if they're here,means i don't have to spend for food..I'm kinda cheap like that.i just latch on like a leech and suck my parents dry..hmm explains the trust my dad has in me though..but hey,i only want food and nothing else..my dear ol mom says,i strive on my primal instincts,yadda yadda..apparently it's embarrassing or something.like i care.all i care about is food anyway..like in a i think about dinner during lunch kinda way..whatever..they better come bearing gifts..i know they'll never do,but still..everything starts with a dream..bye.

Fast cars- tracy chapman

2011-05-29T22:41:00.000+05:30

An old favourite of mine..been made into different versions by different people,anyway this is the original.enjoy.

You got a fast car
I want a ticket to anywhere
Maybe we make a deal
Maybe together we can get somewhere

Anyplace is better
Starting from zero got nothing to lose
Maybe we'll make something
But me myself I got nothing to prove

You got a fast car
And I got a plan to get us out of here
I been working at the convenience store
Managed to save just a little bit of money
We won't have to drive too far
Just 'cross the border and into the city
You and I can both get jobs
And finally see what it means to be living

You see my old man's got a problem
He live with the bottle that's the way it is
He says his body's too old for working
I say his body's too young to look like his
My mama went off and left him
She wanted more from life than he could give
I said somebody's got to take care of him
So I quit school and that's what I did

You got a fast car
But is it fast enough so we can fly away
We gotta make a decision
We leave tonight or live and die this way

I remember we were driving driving in your car
The speed so fast I felt like I was drunk
City lights lay out before us
And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder
And I had a feeling that I belonged
And I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone

You got a fast car
And we go cruising to entertain ourselves
You still ain't got a job
And I work in a market as a checkout girl
I know things will get better
You'll find work and I'll get promoted
We'll move out of the shelter
Buy a big house and live in the suburbs
You got a fast car
And I got a job that pays all our bills
You stay out drinking late at the bar
See more of your friends than you do of your kids
I'd always hoped for better
Thought maybe together you and me would find it
I got no plans I ain't going nowhere
So take your fast car and keep on driving

You got a fast car
But is it fast enough so you can fly away
You gotta make a decision
You leave tonight or live and die this way

A letter to my dog

2011-05-28T18:49:00.001+05:30

So my dog died today..Mom called in the morning to tell me the news..i might bawl again writing this post,but cest la vie..so is life as they say...

Dear pedro,

After 4 long years,today was the day you decided to leave everyone behind..I don't know,a broken heart doesn't even describe the state of my heart now..you were a beautiful dog..a bit dumb,but so wonderful..4 years buddy..you could have waited around a bit longer..But I'm at peace knowing your death was a peaceful one..with a slight twitch of your head and as your soul escaped you,just like that you broke my damn heart..i loved you man..Will always do..i feel so guilty knowing i could have treated you better..But i know that you know,how much i cared about you..when everyone yelled at you to get your muddy self out of the house,who told them it's ok,and that I'll clean up the mess you left behind?,or who would fill your bowl with doggy treats when you've already eaten for like the 20th time....All you cared about was food,i would give you a whole cow if you could come back..but alas,it's not meant to be..
I'm not made of stone you know,i hope you know that..i hope you didn't think your sudden departure would be well received..No..I've never sobbed so much for a person,as much i have for you..you were my friend..you don't know this,but just sitting there talking to you about things i couldn't tell the people around me,felt so good. therapeutic almost...I don't know ,if you understood a word or not,but that silly face of yours made things so much better....hopefully you understood that for me, it's better to walk in the dark with a friend than alone in the light..how else did you think i could go looking for that strange sound at 2am,in that huge ass garden?..cuz the mere presence of you,made me fell at ease..such a handsome dog you were,I'd give the world up,if i could just give you that last hug you never got..

I hope where ever you are,things are much better than you could imagine.i hope food is abundant,and you have plenty of things to chase..I hope you've met cheeka and zana there..at least i know you won't feel so lonely..don't worry one day,we'll meet again..when the time is right.i hope you'll still remember me though..
well, i guess that's that pedro,it's time to say goodbye.Hopefully someone will read this letter to you in a language you can understand..you have no idea how much i miss you already you dumb dog..you have no idea how hard saying goodbye is.and thanks,you're making me cry again...so i guess this is it..maybe another life time,we'll meet again,somewhere,somehow..
till then,a million words wouldn't bring you back,i know because I've tried,and neither would a million tears,...i know..,because I've cried...i love you ...from the bottom of my heart...

with Love,
Roshan.

Awol Hearts- Dan rordiquez

2011-05-27T22:42:00.000+05:30

Another song recommendation by Miss Amanda Shia

Let's drive fast with the top down
Let's turn the music up way too loud
Let's put a couch on an island
In the middle of the freeway
And wave at everyone

Let's exchange messages
That we wrote in our own language
Let's make lists of all the things
That make us smile and check them off
One at a time

The world will carry on
Without you and me when we're gone
So let it carry on
Without us for a day

These AWOL hearts are nothing more
Than everything that we've been looking for
So come along, we will find the very destiny
That's pulling me to you

The world will carry on
Without you and me when we're gone
So let it carry on
Without us for a day

Come with me
Only we can set ourselves free
So come with me

The world will carry on
Without you and me when we're gone
So let it carry on
Without us for a day

like paper planes.

2011-05-25T20:59:00.001+05:30

People confuse the hell out of me sometimes..on paper,I'm the kinda guy that wouldn't mind being by himself,i work well like that.being a recluse...I've met enough people to know how most of them function..Most of them are the same.cuz i have met who i wanted to,and the rest i meet are just there to screw up..people will tell you one thing,and you'll believe it to be the only thing..depends on what they say,you take it upon yourself to feel sorry for them,happy for them, maybe admire them so on and so forth..but the bullshit is,when you realize they say different things,to different people..and that's what I'm afraid of.meeting new people..i do hope every new one is better than the last..it's sad when you get your hopes up about certain people,thinking that maybe this time,they'll be different..

But then,those hopes that you so meticulously constructed comes crashing down..because people tell the same bullshit.everywhere they go..they don't mind dropping you for better people.and it kinda sucks..but i guess my conscience is clear.because i mean it when i say something.i may be boring,i may not be a bucket of sunshine.but I'm at peace,knowing I'm honest that way..some people will tell you they're sad,depressed,lonely,suicidal,hate the world,emo etc etc..and you feel sorry for them..but the thing is,in real life,everything is all good with them,you try to figure out which part of them is sad or whatever,and you just don't find it,you wonder why they even told you the things the did,in the first place?.it baffles you..and the best part, they're the ones feeling sorry for you..people will be the same,some may not even realize they way they behave or act because it all comes naturally to them...but somehow,It's about finding those who'd appreciate you for who you are,and who are honest about themselves.when you do find those certain people,keep them close to heart..cuz they are certainly keeping you close to theirs..

Food for the soul

2011-05-23T15:37:00.003+05:30

Because sometimes,the best way to get someone's attention,is by to stop giving them yours.

Guitar love

2011-05-23T12:28:00.000+05:30

Right on..so i got myself a guitar from one of them numerous music stores littering this city...It's decent i guess..i got it for like Rm300,about Rs4000 with a digital tuner..I got really bored..Just another way to escape the bullshit surrounding me..it's wonderful..gay as it may sound,but i do get so absorbed playing it that everything else ceases to matter for that moment.it's cool...

i got some songs of the net..not bad really..i have no idea about all the chords and stuff,but i basically just imitate what should be done,so it's all good..but yeah,nothing much to talk about..Last night was horrible to say the least..i don't think I'm gonna say anything,but it involved a lot of drunk people..anyway,that's that..till next time.so long and farewell...

The Dark of Day

2011-05-18T20:16:00.005+05:30

Bitter he was,as he lay knee deep in frigid thoughts,The world turned it's back on him a long time ago.He hated it with a vengeance.the world and the people in it.the people he once thought were allies..turned out to be nothing more than cowardly scoundrels...Brave only in numbers,Waiting to pounce like a pack of hungry wolves,when he showed the most minuscule signs of weakness.The distasteful sight of cowardice behaviour.he scoffs at the lack of robustness he'd come to expect them to have..His happy thoughts no more,repulsed by the dark dreams that had long festered like open wounds, gnawing steadily through his mind..encircling like deathly vultures,waiting for him to collapse.ready to feast on his soul,to tear it apart,bit by bit,till an unrecognizable form of decaying mass remained,left for the hellish worms...

The normalcy of his mind, unfathomable now,tethering precariously along the lines of redundant thoughts and complete insanity..Ready to burst at the tightly wound seems.,Like a contemptuous serpent laying patiently in the shadows,waiting for the right second to lay it's fangs heavy with venom on an unlucky but insignificant prey,smiling wryly as it feels it's prey going limp with every passing second as it's poison seeps slowly through it's veins,leaving an excruciating path of destruction of it's vitals,numbing it's senses . .ready to let loose his demons,held captive for so long..demons who hunger for total anarchy of their surroundings..Ones who feed on disparity,ones who drink of vices that are constantly abound..Oh how they dance to the tune of falling bodies,howling maniacally as every last resounding scream fills the air..The screams from a city being massacred to oblivion,a city that's being reduced to dust,because of their own folly..It's not his fault.he was just a victim of circumstances..When they said,they'd unleash hell on him,they never imagined he was the hell that they so pompously tried to pass of as a threat,a weak,hollow threat albeit...

The very hell now that every last one of them are dissipating in..Now,divorced of emotions.. detached from feelings,he lays on his bed of hate.supported by the pillow made entirely of broken dreams..His mind twisted by haranguing,nagging voices .a mind as dark as the naked night.devoid of stars..Sweat glistening of his brow,forming crystal beads where flames from a dying candle dance on it's reflection...he lets this new feeling envelop him,like a warm blanket..He has been betrayed,he is broken..as he lays,eyes heavy with sleep,dripping with resentment,he manages a half hearted smile,..because he knows that tomorrow,another city would be brought to it's knees again..

Food for the soul

2011-05-15T21:42:00.002+05:30

The worst feeling is when someone makes you feel special, then suddenly leaves you hanging, and you have to act like you don't care at all.

LOL time

2011-05-14T00:01:00.000+05:30

If we ever meet again.

2011-05-13T23:45:00.001+05:30

You ever felt that feeling..that sinking feeling,that maybe possibly,you're starting to care about someone more than yourself?..you never used to give a damn about people.People never liked you,and you returned the favor by despising them back..That's until,you came across that one person,that would or had the potential to possibly change the course of your life's destiny..for better or for worse,either one of it..You start thinking,hey maybe there's more to life than just focusing on yourself...You don't force yourself to care about that person,it just comes naturally..though most of the time,it's almost like taking a blind plunge down a dark ravine.you might get hurt,you might hit every single god damn rock and dead branch on your way down, and split open your face..

It's never a smart thing to do,caring about someone who may possibly not return that favor back to you..But Cest la vie,as they say.So is life,you'll never know what lies downstream if you don't make an effort to swim and check things out...because deep down,you know that person is worth it somehow..it's stupid to believe,but even wise men started every single step of theirs with beliefs that were unparalleled too...And that has made all the difference to them..

Look after you- The fray

2011-05-10T19:12:00.002+05:30

The fray's look after you,brings back fond memories of good times..

Terrible taxidermies

2011-05-06T22:11:00.001+05:30

Greetings hooomans!..right,so today i'm gonna talk about taxidermy.which according to google,is the art of mounting or reproducing dead animals for display.When done right,taxidermy can be a wondrous thing..Animals long dead,can be made to look very much alive.almost exactly like it was when it was still running around,and doing whatever it used to do.People indulge in taxidermy for a myriad of reasons,be it to remember a productive day of big game hunting,to remind oneself of the passing of a dear pet,for display purposes,yada yada yada..But when done shabbily and shoddily even,the results can be quite disastrous,albeit hilarious..so enjoy some pictures of taxidermy done wrong.

but before that,here's some really awesome taxidermy to begin with.

And i present to you,the disasters..

the low self esteem dog is apparently dead..:'(.

My personal favorite.

I doubt this person's cat had that mouth to begin with.

look ma no legs..

Number 2

2011-05-04T16:18:00.002+05:30

Have you ever felt like you're number two?..you're always the second or the 3rd person someone talks to,the 2nd or 3rd person someone calls,the 2nd or 3rd person someone messages,the 2nd or 3rd person who gets called to hangout or everything..and you only become the number one,when folks who are actually number one ain't around,.you'll always be number two,due to some untold reason,but you just deduce it after a while,like when you just become invisible in a group.Maybe of the way you look,the way you dress,the way you talk,maybe cuz you're not like someone else,cuz people think you're weird,or when they just don't bother to find out what type of person you actually are..reasons like that...but from time to time,you suddenly become number one,albeit briefly and yeah,it makes a person feel elated,to feel wanted..but just for that moment.

Everyone could do with that feeling,but the sad part is when you realize the only reason someone talks or communicates with you,is because the person that they actually want to talk or see ain't there.so you sadly have to be the next best option,the stand in,or the substitute which ever name you'd prefer...And it's almost like they're forced to talk to you cuz that beats being lonely..and for that moment,they'll make you feel like you matter,or make you feel like a million dollars..you suddenly think the world is not that bad after all,that it's different,and that people actually realize you're actually an ok person.In a nutshell,you stop being invisible...And it stays like that for a few days..Then only do you realize the actual picture,when you're not needed anymore after the actual person that they wanted in the first place returns.and you get sidelined..And forgotten..people always disappoint,one way or the other.that's what i still and will always feel..

The feeling kinda sucks,and that beautiful world that you painted with oh so many vibrant colours and shades,suddenly ceases to feel merry anymore.the colours run,and all you're left with is the plain backdrop that you first started with..so i guess,you're better off not painting anything at all in the 1st place,if all you're going to end up with is a failed attempt at picture perfect happiness..so why bother eh..

5 ways to win my heart.

2011-04-28T15:22:00.000+05:30

5 ways to win my heart.

Laugh without any inhibitions
Dress to be comfortable,not like you're about to go poll dancing.
Have a sense of humour,don't give a damn if the jokes are lame or not.
Be independent
Plays the xbox/understands soccer(or don't hate it at least).

Holy cow.

2011-04-26T18:25:00.000+05:30

Right,so exams as usual..coming up..hence the lack of blog posts...meh,exams shall pass and life will be normal again..I'm sick and tired of walking though..the weather is just too hot for that.do i physically look like I'm cut out for any physical activity that's sweat inducing.ok gym is different,because i have to..my soul is bounded to the weights and treadmill and what not.lol.joke..but true story though..sigh.I want a scooter.I'll probably buy one when no one is looking.its like rm3k,or some crap like that..definitely not as much as a car,and definitely not as dangerous as a bike( i think).. hopefully no one a.k.a parents will realize that amount gone.lol.not like they check my accounts here.lol.I'm goin to hell anyway,boo..

but whatever..I'm the one baking under the scorching sun..wth man,did the sun like move closer to earth or something..I can literally feel the fluids evaporating from the insides of my body.my water balance and fluid compartmentalization are all over the place..lucky i just stay home and drink bucket loads of water..that will have to do for now.but yeah..the other day it rained.like heavily.i was so happy i skipped around outside for a bit..true story again.Then a cow appeared from nowhere,like literally it just appeared from thin air and scared the crap out of me,it didn't do anything.it just stood there.But i ran home instead, and looked at it from my apartment window..it just stood there,eating grass in the rain..kinda therapeutic watching it eat..sort of a calming effect..but the damn beast still scared me nonetheless..

but i guess it's what cows do i think.i like cows though..they move slowly..and have big eyes.it's nicer if they don't smell..but any movement they do,scares me shit less.like swatting their tails around.once i got so near to a cow,i swear that tail of it's would whip me across the face and scar me for life..but it didn't,so the cow and i are cool..but bulls are just angry things.very temperamental.and gross looking,with that hump on it's back..cows on the other hand,are chill as hell..hmmm..ok that is all the time i have.i wonder why i started talking about cows..meh.i hope it rains.bye..

Here's a picture of a cow and it's calf..in case y'all forgot what cows are supposed to look like..they're just chillin on the road,the usual,no bills to pay,food all around,sleep,and get up at anytime,go home at any time,no exams to worry about,pee and poop where ever they please..sigh....#youknowuwinning when you're a cow. bye.

LOL time.

2011-04-24T13:13:00.000+05:30

soithinkimaphilosopher

2011-04-24T08:10:00.000+05:30

the heart wants,what the heart wants,but the problem is when it wants way more than it needs or can handle..

Frankie

2011-04-21T08:50:00.001+05:30

The nameless Poem.

2011-04-20T16:24:00.005+05:30

Harangue me,and this feelings i feel for you,

Another day passed by,another day i stood motionless,

Regretting nothing,but these hollow tears fall,for my dreams are already written on the darkest nights,

Petulantly i wait for signs, contemptuous and scornful,i have become while doing so,

Redundant words of mine,which you care not for,fell on deaf ears,

Everyone is laughing,making merriment but not i,

Everywhere else filled with the gaieties of happy hearts,but my empty one,keeps to itself,pinning for yours,

To want to finally rest these tired thoughts,for my steps falter,and finally stop,cold in it's tracks.forgotten,and to never be remembered,ever again..

Oh yes you are..:)

2011-04-16T23:15:00.001+05:30

your statuses.

2011-04-16T15:06:00.000+05:30

Yeah,wassap folks..right..so i just wanna say something real quick here..ok in facebook..if your English is not that great..try to at least go to google or something to check if what you wrote makes some form on sense,no matter how minute it is..So i was looking at my news feed.and this one girl had her status as "i feel shit".after recovering from my disgust,i finally deduced,that she probably meant she felt like shit..see here's the thing..when i don't know or when I'm a bit confused about my sentence structure,i usually go to google to see how it's supposed to be..

But when i see someones status as I FEEL SHIT..well,i get pretty grossed out..i want to vomit..i want to stop what I'm doing,keel over,and vomit my lunch out..because i rate feeling shit,as one of the nastiest thing,an able bodied human being can do..Only deranged people feel their fecal matter.So please,at least double check if your sentence is right before putting them up..people with weak gag reflex might not take to kindly to statuses as such..it's pretty disturbing..I had half a mind to say "oh yeah,how's it feel?"..lol..but i had no idea who she was,hence the premature end to me commenting..booo..so yeah,sometimes the English language screws me over,and it sucks..but meh.i ain't perfect..whatever.lol..bye..

Square root of 3

2011-04-15T09:21:00.002+05:30

-By David Feinberg.

I'm sure that I will always be
A lonely number like root three

The three is all that’s good and right,
Why must my three keep out of sight
Beneath the vicious square root sign,
I wish instead I were a nine

For nine could thwart this evil trick,
with just some quick arithmetic

I know I’ll never see the sun, as 1.7321
Such is my reality, a sad irrationality

When hark! What is this I see,
Another square root of a three

As quietly come waltzing by,
Together now we multiply
To form a number we prefer,
Rejoicing as an integer

We break free from our mortal bonds
With the wave of magic wands

Our square root signs become unglued
And love for me has been renewed..

soithinkimaphilosopher

2011-04-14T09:22:00.003+05:30

If you're scared of being disappointed..do what i do..don't get attached..cuz people always disappoint..One way or another..
without any emotional bonds binding you to others,it would be much easier to say "screw you",when they finally decide to leave without saying goodbye.
It works perfectly..beats tears anytime..

LOL time.

2011-04-13T12:20:00.002+05:30

pass it on.

2011-04-12T18:36:00.002+05:30

LOL,to the prince of darkness..

2011-04-12T09:52:00.001+05:30

This post is going to be epic,because i believe i have found the weirdest person on facebook..he is so weird,he makes Marilyn manson seem like freakin,barney the dinosaur..I'm sure i can get sued for this,but meh..One of my friends said she saw him on lamebook,and decided to look him up on facebook..and boy,his facebook profile/picture/comments did not disappoint at all..

And oh yah.he refers to himself in the 3rd person view..yeah,so i think it's pretty gay when someone does that..he refers to himself as the prince of darkness,the built warrior,the venomous viper etc etc to name a few..ummmmmmm...right my friend,right..you do not have any mental issues at all..nut case.lololo..so when i have time,i'll post up pictures of him,and his comments to himself..lol..

Just wow..

2011-04-10T20:54:00.001+05:30

Right..so,religion is fine..people believe in something..thats good..it's fine when you're level headed and have at least some ability to think for yourself..But the problem arises when people go overboard.moderation is always key..even in religion..moderation is ALWAYS,ALWAYS key.take it to the next level,and you have people like this girl..a sorry excuse for a human being,no thinking capacity whatsoever,steered around by wayward beliefs,the type who thinks other religions are not right or worse,non existent,etc etc...see people like this,need to get laid..She talks a whole load of bullshit,which keeps getting more atrocious with time..

She actually believes that god was "angry" at the world,and decided to teach Poor old japan a lesson..she should have been in that tsunami..she can talk about her crazy fantasies,cuz she's nice and dry in the confines of her home..i'd love nothing more than to see her reaction when she's drowning in that tsunami,with putrid bacteria infested water filling her lungs,and she's just baffled as to why her prayers are not being answered..she's a disgrace to humanity.she and her crazy Nazi beliefs..she went wayyyyy overboard..wayy out of line..and basically a fool really..Get on your knees and start praying?..what is she,like an angel sent from above or something..she embarrasses mankind..seriously..she needs to take a few seconds,and just think..man,another reason human beings disappoint me..

Adele-someone like you.

2011-04-10T14:29:00.002+05:30

Food for the soul

2011-04-09T12:42:00.002+05:30

I always wonder why birds choose to stay in the same place,when they can fly anywhere on earth?.....
..then i ask myself the same question..

My warmest wishes

2011-04-06T21:34:00.002+05:30

Well Amanda Shia,happy 18th..god bless,and good luck in everything that comes your way,be it in your travels,studies,love and everything in between...keep on doing what you do best,and don't change,even for the world...with love,me.

Sorry eyes,for mistreating you.

2011-04-05T10:55:00.002+05:30

Well..today I'm gona talk about a certain way of life most people,or should i say,men in India practice when at the beach..see,the good lord bestowed upon us all,the idea of swim wear..so men worked on that idea,and created appropriate attire when at the beach,so certain parts don't show and blind the eyes of other beach goers..but see,Indian men here in India..most of them i guess have not heard much about the idea of swimming trunks,or heck even modesty...so normally when i think i want to swim,i always wear long pants and nothing less.gone were the days i would have proudly gone in swimming trunks..But when i was in Goa..The horror..the horror my eyes had to see was unimaginable...

Indian men here think it's ok to go about the beach in their cotton underpants..Yes..and ya'll know what happens when cotton gets soaked in water..they tend to stick to your skin..so yes.I hope yall get the picture,of the atrocities by eyes had to behold..worse!,when a group of them walked by..strutting about like proud peacocks,holding each others hand..and then they stop almost on cue like,just scanning for faces that made the mistake of looking at them..it's gross..seriously..from a scale of 1-10,with 10 being the worse..I'd rate the experience as 12..they just don't care..i mean,it's fine for kids i guess.but when you're like 50,fat,and go to the beach with your wife and kids.wearing underwear is just not acceptable anymore..unless you're trying to get a job at chip 'n' dale's...which obviously you wouldn't get either..so yeah..the things i put my eyes through sometimes..I'm really2 sorry...so here are some pictures as to the abomination I'm talking about,enjoy..but please don't enjoy too much.lol..btw,i was not being a perv,but somethings had to be addressed..LOL.and what can i do,these people were walking in front of me.lol..

Oh baby!..watch me float...

HMMM..when i stretch like this,my bum feels windy..i wonder why..

I'm too sexy for my pants,to sexy for my shirt,to sexy it hurts..(btw this guy kinda knew we were talking pictures of him,cuz after sometime,he realized our camera lights flashing..he didn't mind.he stood and posed even.my eyes melted in it's socket and my brain died.).

The band of brothers.

oh yeah..i gagged so bad here,i tasted my lunch all over again..

Just chillin in my underpants...no big deal..

Goa

2011-04-04T16:14:00.000+05:30

Right,so i was away for a few days..i went to this place called Goa..15 hours by bus from here.yes,that's 15 hours of torture..We left thursday night,myself and a bunch of Canadians,Malaysian,and Americans..On thursday night,we left around 10.30.supposed to leave at 9 thought.there was some mix up with the timings.we got on a sleeper bus.but the bus was horrible.i mean,the bus was ok,but the sleeper configuration.it seemed more like a tiny prison cell..i shared the compartment with debanjan.and we couldn't move much without coming dangerously close to each others face.something us straight guys wanted to avoid.lololol..so i slept staring at the ceiling of my compartment,which was about,20cm from my face.it was pure unadulterated torture..so yeah anyway,we reached about 12 pm the next day..the trip was really nice all in all..i shall remember Goa for being the 1st place where i learnt to ride a scooter in..because transport around the island would have been a problem.we decided to get scooters..two guys knew how to ride.and for the life of me,i never ever rode one before.thanks to my mother who thought the minute i got on one,i would ride it straight under a truck..thanks mom,for your support..so anyway,because we had 6 people..the only way for all of us to go places together,was if i learnt one.so when we arrived,after lunch..i had a five minute crash course..The friend,told me to take the keys,start it and ride away into the sunset..and 15 minutes later,i was on my way 20 km away to a fort,while ferrying a passenger.and,thanks to that..i now know how to ride one very well i might add..lolol..

This was the exact one i was given..fun times...

Anyway,Goa is an ok place to relax.since it's predominantly a beach side,the only real thing you can do is chill by the beach sipping mocktails(the pansy drink for me please..:'( )..Goa does not look like India..it's filled with Russians and other white folk.it felt like india was being colonized all over again....so much so,signs in shops are writter in 2 languages.english and Russian..and some shop owners actually speak basic Russian.and yes the Russian women folk were jaw dropping-ly gorgeous.if i could,i would have tapped my mouth shut to avoid looking stupid.lolol..good times,good times..but anyway,we rode around,here and there.explored places.sat in the clubs..fought of pushy vendors,bought me short pants.bla bla bla...it was ok..so here i am..home..that's about it..so yeah..bye..

Food for the soul

2011-03-31T16:47:00.000+05:30

Some of us think holding on makes us strong;but sometimes it's letting go..

-Herman hesse

LoL time

2011-03-30T11:32:00.000+05:30

Food for the soul

2011-03-29T19:59:00.000+05:30

Two of the hardest things to say in life,are "hello" for the first time,and "goodbye" for the last..

Fool's play.

2011-03-29T18:25:00.001+05:30

Example of fools im forced to share my air with.(yeah you wont see anything,click to enlarge..sorry)

well this is why i think it's ok for Indians to get their ass beat for being just plain racist..to tell you the truth,
Indians here in India are the most racist people that you'll ever come across in your entire lifetime..but then again,typical as they are,they whine and cry each time they get massacred in a foreign land(ex:Australia)..well i don't blame them..It's not a hate crime if you beat up the haters..well obviously since I'm Indian i would get my ass beat too..but I'm not racist.that much i know..So yeah,above is a simple minded fool talking about the stupid Indian cricket team's next victim apparently..as for "kangaroos",he was referring to Australia.which The silly Indian circus of a cricket team managed to beat.i have no idea how by the way..Probably some miracle..and as for the terrorist.this dumb ass was referring to Pakistan.who India will meet in the semifinals or whatever bullshit that's happening,which got these guys hyped up about..yup,that's how shallow people here are.and I'm actually amazed people actually like it.The moment i saw it i shook my head and hid his post.his ignorant post did not deserve a spot in my news feed...To hell i banished it too..

so yeah,skin colour means a lot here..if you're of a certain shade people will treat you different..for marriages too.when looking for brides/grooms..a darker coloured person would be omitted out of the list..it's as if everyone is beautiful here and needs only the best for their offspring,who probably look as bad as the parents who decided to produce them...some people who look like roadkill dipped in industrial acid also think they're allowed to judge just because they are of a much lighter skin tone...It's sad..Yup even for me.i have come across people like this,for example like shopping malls and banks..but the moment i open my mouth and speak.Everything changes,cuz i obviously don't speak English like them.Everyone suddenly becomes more courteous,they become more helpful, more customer friendly,etc etc..'yes sir,what can i do for you sir?,oh you want be to stick my head in a meat grinder and pour hydrogen peroxide on my wounds?.SURE SIR!!.anything sir!" ...cuz in their minds.it's only one single thing, Foreigners=$$$,that kaching,kaching....yup..more and more bullshit i have to wallow in..man i can't wait to get out of this country..peace ya'll..

p/s:if ya;ll think ya'll are racist.stop.it ain't cool.if you say you aren't but make fun of other races..then you suck all the more worse,.AAAND,if you do it while speaking your own lingo,be it mandarin,tamil,kadazan,iban,russian,indonesian,vietnamese,etc etc.then maybe you SHOULD stick your faces in a meat grinder....bye.

lol time

2011-03-28T23:55:00.002+05:30

This is real sweet....

Hah!

2011-03-27T23:18:00.003+05:30

Hah!,and they say the net doesn't teach me anything.pfft today i learnt how to be a ninja!.

Damn right...

LOL time.

2011-03-27T19:16:00.001+05:30

Quick,get in!,

Food for the soul

2011-03-27T13:42:00.000+05:30

If friends were flowers,i'd pick you.

The tale of a heart

2011-03-27T12:30:00.000+05:30

Why do we yearn for someone?
like how the desert yearns for rain,
stoically we wait for a passing miracle,
to envelope us with loving warmth,

Like a cold wintry day,
A sullen breeze brushes your skin,
reminding you of what use to be,
injustice of sorts,as cold as that breeze,

your insides let out a hollow scream,
wanting to claw itself out,
wanting to rise like a majestic phoenix,
Out of the ashes,of past memories,

Your steps are as heavy as the burden you shoulder,
like you're underwater,drowning,gasping for air,
you grow weaker,with every breath that leaves you,
Those frigid thoughts leaves you lifeless, it leaves you broken,

But every nightmare has it's ending,
you're tears getting warmer every time you think about it,
But no tears will ever erase the memories of past wrongs,
but they do say,
it's always the darkest before dawn..

As the river of despair flows in you,
Eventually drying leaving a trench so deep,
As your tears eventually stop pouring,
You finally know,that tomorrow is a new day,

As the raindrops fall around you,
crystal clear as your thoughts itself,
it immerses you in euphoric sensations,
one that you thought,had escaped you years before,

So,the tale was told about a broken heart,
It patched itself up painstakingly,part by part,
it learnt how to smile,with all the emotions it felt,
and a prayer it whispered,as it slowly knelt,.

the creep- the lonely island feat some guys.

2011-03-26T21:51:00.001+05:30

[John Waters]
Hey, I'm John Waters, and this is...
The Creep.

[Lonely Island]
When you're out in the club and you see a fly girl
Do the Creep (hah)
Do the Creep (hah)
And if you wanna make friends at the ATM
Do the Creep (hoo)
Do the Creep (hah)

[Andy Samberg]
Well, we got a new dance so get up on your feet
It's real easy to do, and it's called 'The Creep'
Let your hands flap around like a Marionette
Pop your knees up and down, sh-sh-shaking your neck

[Akiva Schaffer]
Now pull your waistband up like you expectin' a flood
And slick your hair down flat like it was covered in mud
Trim up your pencil mustache and pop them peepers
Put this in your speakers; you a certified creeper.

[Lonely Island]
When you see a country peach, laying out at the beach
Do the Creep (hah)
Do the Creep (hah)
And when a fine PYT walks in front of your tree
Do the Creep (hoo)
Do the Creep (hah)

[Andy Samberg]
I was six years old when I started creepin'
My parents took it to their room and I started peepin'
You can't imagine their surprise when they lifted their heads
And saw my little ass creepin' at the foot of the bed

[Akiva Schaffer]
Yeah they knew I was a creep, since the day I was born
Poppin' out my momma like some kettle corn
Yeah the doctor caught my head and he started freakin'
'Cause I came out clean -- and I came out creepin'!

[Lonely Island]
Nicki,
Nicki,
Nicki, Nicki, Nicki
Nicki!

[Nicki Minaj]
When I was a girl, I creeped in the boys' locker room
Hide deep inside -- it was my little creep stalker room
As they disrobed, I was oogling and oggling
Little did they know, that for me, they were modeling
And I would laugh, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha.
And they would dance, la-la-la-la-la-la-la, la.
So pop-pop-pop your peepers,
and tweak out your sneakers
Don't sleep, come on get your Creep on with me!

[Lonely Island]
Go on, get to sweatin' off a bride at her wedding
Do the Creep (hah)
And do the Creep (hah)

[Nicki Minaj]
And when you sneak into a wake, and you see a beefcake
Do the Creep (hoo)
And do the Creep (hah)

[Lonely Island]
And when the judge is a hottie and you can't control your body
Do the Creep (hah)
Do the Creep (hah)

[Nicki Minaj]
So, get your knees flexin, and your arms T-rexin',

[All]
And Creep (hoo)
Do the Creep! (hah)

[John Waters]
And don't forget to smile!

LOL time.

2011-03-26T12:31:00.000+05:30

Oh crikey!

2011-03-25T10:13:00.001+05:30

Right,so i guess the cricket world series or world cup or something is going on here..and i thank every lucky star i have,that i don't have to live in the hostel anymore..but then last night,i guess India was playing some big team or something and won i guess,and to my utter dismay when they won,it was not the boys who were goin ballistic but the girls around my apartment complex..There is a girls hostel located about 50m from my building..and their shrieks of joy pierced the night air like banshee's on weed..i was like wth is happening there..and realized it was the cricket match..man,i had no idea the girls liked cricket that much..they were behaving like hooligans throughout the night..I don't care for cricket..i don't like it..it's not like you see me scream like I'm getting raped with a stick each time Manchester United wins a game..People need to calm down and relax..sigh..

But yeah anyway,this week the students are staging a mass protest against the school by boycotting classes( something which i would obviously approve of.lol) because a kid committed suicide in her dorm 2 days back.she was my junior...it's sad..she shouldn't have been so drastic..But alas,a life is now lost..a candle light snuffed out by the wind to put it metaphorically..but yeah,the college is a pile of stupid and shit merged together to form a pile of rotting idiocy of epic proportions..see,some kids were caught cheating on a surgery exam last week sometime.and they got punished..And the Head of department of forensic medicine thought he would be a smart ass butt kisser and report this girl,who mind you.was caught cheating on a class test 3 months ago..yes 3 whole months ago.wth is that?..action wasn't taken then,but all of a sudden,Righteous bob thought he would jump on the bandwagon too and rat her out..It's like a dog barking at a squirrel that was in the yard 3 weeks ago...so yeah,that culminated in the principal coming over to her class,and yelling at her in front of the whole class (130 students approx)..and not only that,she was suspended for 6 months..so i guess heartbroken,she went to her room and hanged herself..i can only shake my head in disbelief at what she did,but same time i spew venom at the college and all the fools who think they're doing a good job running it..so yeah..

And another highlight of the week,9 batch mates of mine decided to beat up another kid for telling them off or some crap like that..The went full on street fighter meets mortal kombat on the kid and broke his ulna..and pretty much messed up his entire body..The kid who got beat up apparently told the group to respect their seniors.( the same bullshit about seniors and juniors)..so yeah the group kicked his ass in retaliation..hence,those kids were suspended for a year.and now all college festivals( the fun ones) are not allowed to be held for 3 years..oh poo..so yeah..that has been goin on in this here college of mine..I couldn't care less.i just want my degree and im bouncing out of here the first chance i get.i hate this place and the people..but i can't run away..too much invested..oh sigh..
peace ya'll..

Rebecca Black A.k.A the black plague's-friday(parody)

2011-03-24T11:46:00.000+05:30

A somewhat hilarious parody of that friday song..( recommended by Miss Amanda S )..enjoy!
EVERYBODY'S RUSSIAN!!!..LOLOLOL...

A love poem.

2011-03-22T18:18:00.000+05:30

Roses are red,
violets are blue,
i think about you,
Every time i poo,

Though the roses are dying,
And the violets are wilting,
I'd still say that,
Only for you my heart is melting.

Hopefully

2011-03-21T18:25:00.000+05:30

Remi Gaillard- the bat

2011-03-20T14:05:00.000+05:30

Remi gaillard,another crazaaaaaaaaaaaaaay person out there on the net.check out his other videos too.this french dude,is bonkers.lol..

Food for the soul

2011-03-19T08:01:00.002+05:30

If someone doesn't make you worth their time, why should they be worth yours?

LOL time.

2011-03-19T08:00:00.002+05:30

soithinkimaphilosopher

2011-03-18T08:45:00.003+05:30

If i told you how much i think about you,you wouldn't really believe that amount to be possible..

LOl time

2011-03-18T08:40:00.001+05:30

LOL,it does look like one.lolololol..

LOL time.

2011-03-17T08:17:00.004+05:30

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!..

Food for the soul

2011-03-16T22:26:00.001+05:30

Yeah,it's funny when total strangers become good friends,but not all that hilarious,when good friends become total strangers...

Aww man

2011-03-16T12:05:00.000+05:30

Aww apparently this panda was scared after the earthquake..oh god my heart is breaking..:')

Look i can write lame lyrics too.

2011-03-15T23:56:00.000+05:30

so just now i got a load of Rebbecca Black's friday..the song insulted my intelligence so badly,i thought i had to register myself for special needs after that..seriously..Who came up with her lyrics..friday friday friday,partay and partay and partay,fun fun fun..kicking in the front seat,kicking in the back seat,gotta make my mind up,which seat can i take?..hello newsflash,they shouldn't have even been sitting in a car,moreover driving.13 year olds aren't supposed to drive!.lol..she sounds like she has two fighting chipmunks instead of vocal cords though..she overused her nasal twang mostly..lol..but the video went viral on you tube..love her,hate her..i don't know.she's cute-ish...but that's about it i guess.lol..so here i am with my own lyrics.lol!..

7am woke up in the morning with shooting pains,
feels like my abdomen got run over by trains,
felt like my bladder would explode,
have to find a loo or i will implode,
gotta take a piss can't hold it in,
can't reach the loo have to piss in a bin,

oh,kickin on the toilet seat,
sitting on the toilet seat,
why can't i piss,oh right I'm sitting,
I'm a boy forgot i was not shitting,

pissing,pissing,
don't have to sit down for pissin,
feels so good,i can just stand for pissin,pissin,
don't have to get down for pissin,
clap your hands,oh wait you need it for pissin.

partyin and partyin(hee haw)
in the bathroom,in the bathoom(moo).
fun,fun,fun fun,
oh im done with pissin,

8am,oh god that was one long piss,
pissed so fast,but how could i miss,
oh right,that damn clappin,took one big risk,
now it's one big mess,this seems like a test,
screw that,cuz I'm nothing more than a pest,
i piss,make a mess,,leave so don't test this pest,
or I'll piss on you,and run with the rest,
I'm awesome and what i do,i am the best

ah geeez.enough is enough.the lameness is overwhelming.lololol..anyway,yeah bye..

LOl time.

2011-03-15T00:19:00.002+05:30

Aokigahara-Forest Of Death

2011-03-14T14:20:00.001+05:30

whuddup ya'll..ait..before i continue with this post..I warn you,this is the darkest post so far,for those who have not encountered this story before..please do not read if ya'll are easily impressionable or may shit brix at a drop of a hat.Seriously..i warn you..Viewers discretion is advised..

I'm am a weird character.Death intrigues me a lot.I'm not trying to sound dark and mysterious.but it honestly does..for me,seeing dead bodies on a dissection table just does not cut it anymore.and the moment i read this story which I'm about to pen down,i really2 felt the urge to go visit.If I'm ever in japan,This place would be tops on my list of places to visit..There's no ban or anything.so why not..one day..hopefully..
so I'm going to tell ya'll about Aokigahara forest..also knows as the sea of trees..or otherwise,the forest of death..aokigahara lies north west at the base of mount Fuji.filled with rocky icy caverns.Aokigahara is the top location of suicides in japan.People actually go here to well,die..
due to the wind blocking density of trees,and absence of wild life..aokigahara is eerily silent.very very silent,that if you're unlucky enough,you can hear a man dying as the noose around his neck tightens..aokigahara is the world's second most popular suicide location after the golden gate bridge of San Fransisco.Aokigahara is said to be crazily haunted and often associated with Japanese demon mythology..ubasute,the practice of abandoning a dying, often ill or old member of a family was practiced here during the 19th century.meaning they carried their dying relatives here to die of starvation,dehydration,or by the intense cold..sick.

Since the 1950s, more than 500 people have lost their lives in the forest, mostly suicides, with an average of approximately 30 counted yearly.In 2002, 78 bodies were found within the forest, replacing the previous record of 73 in 1998. In 2003 the rate climbed to 100, and in recent years the local government has stopped publicizing the numbers in an attempt to downplay Aokigahara's association with suicide. The high rate of suicide has led officials to actually place signs in the forest, in Japanese and English, urging those who have gone there in order to commit suicide to seek help and not kill themselves..imagine that... There is an annual body search, consisting of a small army of police, volunteers and attendant journalists, which go deep in the forest to look for bodies.mind you..not all get found due to the rugged terrain and high number of deaths...below are some pictures..of death and the forest..Man the japanese are crazy:but this forest enchants the heck outta me,to say the least..one day hopefully..:)

the forest...

Signs by officials to rethink any suicidal intentions(im guessin)

Just another forest..until you get inside.

Hangman's noose..no,you never win..

Skeletal remains,found too late...

again..found too late..

Guess this one tried to overdose..

More remains..

And again...looks like the humerus a.k.a arm bone,and tibia a.k.a the shin bone.

And now comes the morbid part..Hangings.

Yup...

Decomposing..

More of it..

mmhmm...

rest in peace..

till the next bunch of victims visit..Aokigahara will always be waiting to claim more souls..so long and have a good day..

Seriously Berita Harian?.

2011-03-13T14:07:00.009+05:30

This inappropriate comic depicting ultra man running away from the tsunami was a "hilarious" take on the tsunami that ravaged japan 2 days ago,courtesy of our wonderful Berita Harian..i wonder how can someone be so insensitive..to poke fun at something so tragic..I guess the artist threw a whole load of caution to the wind when he sat down to draw this..I know,some fools out there would be laughing hysterically at this tasteless comic...It's not funny,It's not witty,And no one's gonna fall off of their chair laughing..It's just a whole load of stupid drawn in a box..

The Idea shouldn't have even emerged in zoy's head( Mohd Zohri Sukimi,the "artist" )..When a disaster of such catastrophic proportions has brought a country down to it's knees,with countless lives lost,I'm amazed some insensitive barbarians can still laugh at the whole scenario..he should be thankful Malaysia never had or has to deal with anything so horrible(touch wood) throughout it's years as a country...Instead of poking fun,he should rather be extending prayers if not anything else...the least he can do as a human being..What if Malaysia suffered the same
fate,and someone made fun?..
The Japanese are already undergoing a lot..even the Japanese residing in Malaysia.won't they
be heartbroken or disgusted if they come across this abomination of a comic?.I don't think they or anyone else needs this kind of nonsensical idiocy now or ever. ...
seriously..Some Malaysians still need to grow a pair of brains and some common sense while they're at it too..poor judgement skills will prove to be the downfall of people like this some day.. I'm sure he won't be laughing if he had to stare death in the face by coming face to face with a tsunami rushing at him at 75km/hr..people should just take a minute to think..i as a human being, am appalled at this sorry state of affairs..sigh..get your act together people..seriously..

(Yiruma) River Flows in You - Sungha Jung

2011-03-12T13:18:00.001+05:30

Right,so this kid plays awesome guitar..makes me want to pick one up too.damn..Recommended by miss Zarith Nadia.

Wish comes true for cancer-stricken 10-year-old inducted into Army

2011-03-12T10:28:00.002+05:30

Right,this was kinda moving..i copy pasted this from yahoo news i think..enjoy..

Most kids might hope to get an Xbox or an iPod Touch for their 10th birthday. Brennan Daigle got a reception from a formation of soldiers, a ride in a camouflaged National Guard Humvee--and induction as an honorary member of the Army.

Since October 2009, Brennan, from Sulphur, Louisiana, has been battling embryonal rhabdomyosarcoma--a rare form of cancer in which muscular tumors attach themselves to bones, writer Rachel Reischling reports in the Fort Polk Guardian. Last month, doctors told his family there was nothing more they could do, and gave Brennan just weeks to live.

Brennan has always loved the Army. His mother had created a Facebook page--Brennan's Brigade--to keep family and friends informed of his condition. People from around the world, including soldiers in Iraq and Afghanistan, have left comments of encouragement and support. One group of soldiers in Afghanistan posted a picture of themselves holding an American flag, and told Brennan: "We're flying this flag in honor of you; we're here to back you. Stay Army strong."

Becky Prejean, who runs a charity for sick kids called Dreams Come True of Louisiana, heard about Brennan's illness, and got in touch with his mother, Kristy Daigle. Brennan's greatest wish, Daigle told Prejean, was to meet some soldiers in person, before his illness worsened. So the two women contacted the Fort Polk Community Relations Office, which put out a call for a few soldiers to attend Brennan's tenth birthday on Feb. 26.

Forty showed up.

Brennan had been told he was going fishing with his father. But when he got out of his dad's truck, he was greeted by a formation of 1st MEB soldiers, standing at attention in front of a National Guard Humvee. After a moment, they all shouted "Happy Birthday, Brennan!," and broke into applause.

Brennan was speechless, according to his mother. "All he could do was giggle," she said.

Brennan and his best friend Kaleb were invited to check out the Humvee, and Brennan sat behind the wheel. Then soldiers took the two boys out for a spin. Afterward, Brennan and Kaleb put their heads out the hatch on the vehicle's roof, while the crowd snapped pictures.

But it wasn't over. Brennan got out of the Humvee and was led to the front of the formation, where he shook hands with each soldier. He was inducted into the Army as an honorary member, then given a coin symbolizing merit and excellence, as well as a military jacket with his name on the pocket, and other Army-themed gifts.

"Brennan, you exemplify what personal courage means," Pfc. Kamesha Starkey, 1st MEB, told him.

Finally, the mayor of Sulphur, La., gave Brennan a key to the city, and the title of Honorary Mayor of the Day.

"Words can never express what I felt seeing all those soldiers there, knowing some of them had just come back from Iraq and still took time out for just one little boy," Kristy Daigle said. "Just to know that they care enough to give their all, to give their love and support to a little boy is phenomenal. It says so much about our men and women who serve our country in the armed forces."

Some of the soldiers said the event helped put things in perspective for them. "It was good to be able to give back," Pfc. Kyle Frederick said. "It opened my eyes to a lot of things: How I take my kids for granted, how lucky we are, how we complain on a day-to-day basis and we really have it good compared to others."

As for Brennan, it took a while for his new honor to sink in. The next day, he asked his mother, "Am I really in the Army?"

"You most certainly are," she answered. "They don't swear in just anyone."

"That's awesome," said Brennan.

Food for the soul

2011-03-12T09:20:00.000+05:30

Cuz we just learn to keep on living after people have gone..It might take some time,but it'll happen..we cling on to memories.afraid of letting go,cuz sometimes those memories are all we have left of that person we used to treasure so much..but when the time comes,letting go wouldn't have to be so bad..some people carry burdens so heavy it's unfathomable to some..Yet they still do it,cuz it reminds them of something..or perhaps someone..If they could,they would bundle up every single memory they had like old letters.not wanting to let even one single one,leave their grasp..unknowingly getting deeper and deeper into their void of despair..
then again,everyone should know that,well,letting go does not have to mean forgetting..
It doesn't have to hurt.it may just merely mean,coming to terms with the fact that, that someone or something isn't around anymore,but all the wonderful memories are still are..

A Prayer for you,

2011-03-11T08:00:00.001+05:30

Have a blessed day,for today is a new one,
forget past anger,let it all out,
No use keeping it in heart,or you'll miss the beauty of today,
may your path be free of obstacles,
and whatever burden you carry get lighter by a 100 folds,

If things don't go your way,please do not be down,
for when one window closes,another door opens,
don't keep sadness in heart,for happiness is only a laugh away,
i pray the people around you get better,
so you can tell them how much they really mean to you,
i pray the people around you persevere,
so they can tell you how much you really mean to them.

I pray for a smooth day for you,
free of worries,zero in problems,
i pray you have a wonderful meal,
which you can be thankful for,
But if you find yourself coming across veggies you don't like,,
well,I'll pray you have a wonderful dessert instead... :D

i pray you have a fulfilling day,and feel contented at every step,
either if you're away from home,or just lazing at home,
i hope you have plenty of laughs,rather than a long face,
plenty of smiles,rather than a sad frown,
cuz hey,a frown is just an upside down smile anyway
shouldn't take long to turn it upside down..:).

I hope u find pleasant surprises today,
that would just make your day,
i hope when you go to bed tonight,
you'll wish the day never ended,
but don't worry though,
for tomorrow you'll have another beautiful one,

So i guess,this is me signing off,
i pray that the good lord,looks after this lamb of his,
not much i can do,but recite a little prayer,
so,dear lord,if you've never heard my previous ones before,
I'll owe you one if you lend me your ear just this once..:)

Food for the soul

2011-03-10T12:58:00.000+05:30

Never cry for any relationships in life,
because for the one who you cry for,
does not deserve your tears,
and for the one who deserves it,
would not let you cry,

treat people with respect and be polite,
even to those who are rude to you,
Not because they are not nice,
but because you are nice,

Never look for your happiness in others,
as this will make you feel all alone,
rather look for it in yourself,
you will be happy,
even when left alone,

Always have a positive outlook on life,
no matter how gloomy it may seem,
cuz there's always something positive,
in every person,
cuz hey,even a stopped watched, is right twice a day,

Happiness always seem diminutive,
when held tightly in ones hand,
but when we learn to share it,
we'll finally realize how big and precious it actually is..

LOL time.

2011-03-09T22:07:00.001+05:30

Not exactly like how they show in the movies.lol..

Behind that smile.

2011-03-09T16:52:00.002+05:30

So,your smile your weapon,your laughter your ammo..Never has anyone seen you at your darkest hours...some wouldn't have thought that maybe you are capable of sorrow..capable of tears instead of smiles..But you'll never let that happen..Not if you can help it..you clam up,tight,never letting your guard down.cautiously listening to every compliment that comes your way..

You bury your sadness..deep deep within..kept locked like a vault..you'd never let yourself to be caught bare and defenseless..one would have to go deeper and deeper almost inception like,to find what really lies behind that smile of yours, without your usual facade of happiness surrounding you..Tell me this,who would have ever guessed your tears would be as warm as theirs...because it is..so many people you have lent your ears too,your shoulder to cry on..but how many can say they have done the same for you?..who has ever met that side of you that sat alone one fine day,in the confines of your sanctuary and just bawled your eyes out about how unfair things were to you?,or when simple things reminded you of what use to be and you're suddenly overcome by raw emotion?,or if you came home one day,and just found yourself just wanting to cry in the shower,to want to believe that the warm water would offer solace and wash away your pain?.who would have ever guessed,that you have actually cried yourself to sleep,or probably still do?.tears mixing with your dreams,creating lurid emotions you'd never want to feel again....That getting up every morning was a chore,and that maybe being happy was something you just didn't feel like doing that day?..
But then again. surprisingly, the very next moment,when someone asked if everything was ok,you laughed it off and changed the subject.No one shall ever know more about you then they need to..Yes you want to be portrayed as strong,yes you are a fighter,you don't want to be bogged down by emotions..But then again, sometimes under intense strain,the strongest structures crumble too...

Questions are eluded,topics get changed..No one has ever penetrated that fortress that is you and your feelings..buried deep down like sunken treasure..
you don't feel the need to speak more than necessary about yourself..you really don't know how many out there could just sit all day and listen to you talk..
you really don't know how many out there would do all they can to prevent that one tear from falling down..you bottle your emotions up..and try to make them go away..you channel it out in other forms..you blame yourself for things that was never your fault..you beat yourself up thinking how you could have made a difference..

But here's the thing..nothing was ever your fault.you'd be silly to blame yourself for every single problem that came your way,you're not doing anyone or heck,yourself a favour by being blamed.yes things get taken away from us,people who said they'd stay,walked out,friends turn on you.But why take the responsibility to be blamed.when honestly.nothing was your doing?.things happen..... moreover never view those few who has your interest at heart,as having a certain unprecedented motive. .
That every action they do,is intended to cause grief of hurt,or to plainly just use you.some honestly just care about you..ever thought about that?..Not everyone is out to get you.some just care,that's all..Not everyone leaves.some really intend to stay the moment they laid eyes on you.my only advice,keep them close to heart.It wouldn't hurt to lean on someone for a change,instead of you being the wall everyone depends on..

one day when you come to terms with that,and actually stop being sorry about every single thing(an advice i could do with sometimes)..you'll actually see that the world ain't that bad of a place,and you'll even learn to love it and the people around you...When that day comes,you know it would be worth all the pain you've felt so far..

Food for the soul

2011-03-09T13:45:00.002+05:30

This too shall pass...

Oh yes i would..

2011-03-07T23:30:00.002+05:30

I would write something nice..but I'm tired..physically,mentally..i have no idea why,but coming back to India this time seems like the saddest thing ever..I mean,i used to be like whatever each time i came back.But sadly,if i could,i would have cried a river by now..

Everything saddens me..i have no idea if I'm homesick,or just being weird....a lot happened..so i guess i miss all those things i guess.i try not to think about people from back home..but i fail every time..i hate coming back to this empty house...but life goes on i guess..my flight was canceled on friday.so i had to stay till sunday..not like i was sad or anything..i was ecstatic to say the least..i went to an island with azizi and his gf..it was hot.i spent 85% of the time hiding under the shade like a wild Ferrel child..i had no extra clothes and couldn't resist the water.so i borrowed pants of azizi.and went swimming..it was cool..i realize i swim like a drowning gnu.water splashing everywhere,and not at all graceful..sigh.have to work on that..

then Sunday came,and realization struck.and the mood rapidly turned sombre..on the flight,an old lady kept staring at me,she was sitting on the opposite isle..i was cursing her with my mind..i hate people staring.And this cow wouldn't stop doing so.but then my rage quickly dissipated when she fell flat down when coming out of the bathroom.poor thing.she literally collapsed..i thought she blacked out or worse,had a heart attack or something..It was a shocking site though..but luckily she was fine,she was a bit shaken up.nothing much.that's why i think Saree's are a stupid attire..you could hurt yourself wearing those things.she tripped on hers.that's what I'm guessin..or she was still busily staring that she didn't notice a freaking wall in front of her..meh.but i felt bad for scolding her with my mind though..sigh..then as we neared india,i quickly realized i didn't miss a thing about india.and was quickly re introduced to the bad habit of most Indians( Indians from India i mean)..the ability to break down and trample your personal space,while pissing on it..

This one man,sat beside me because the seat was empty..he just wanted to stretch his legs at first..then decided he loved the seat to much,and decided to grow roots there..and as i was sitting by the window,i could literally feel the tip of his nose grazing my cheek as he leaned forwards to look out the window.man i hated him with a passion..why the trouble of having to lean so much.he should have just unbuckled his seat belt and sat on my lap instead if that could have made his flying experience more joyous..the retard..so yeah,I'm back.it feels like an oven here in India.hot as hell..but what am i to do.i am back.and sad..i wish i could take the next flight out of here..bye..

Lost at sea

2011-03-07T16:32:00.000+05:30

......Wish you were here.....

The ballad of two cities

2011-03-03T07:00:00.003+05:30

If only he could tell her,what she really meant to him,in every single way,cherishes the little things about her,and how he tries so hard,but can't never seem to get the thought of her to leave his mind,that every sad song forms a lump in his throat,that he thinks she's hilarious,freezes at the sight of her,see no point in staying when she's gone,smile at her name,wouldn't really jump in front of a train but would throw a grenade back at who ever who threw it call of duty style,thinks she's beautiful,inside and outside,actually takes time to pray for her,that he probably shouldn't be feeling like this,knows where he stands and understand how things are,doesn't always have this kinda courage,and that he probably grossed her out by now,and would give her a barf bag,or maybe two for good measure if eh could.,and that he's sorry for past wrongs,and for any future ones too.well...

he would.Every single day of his life....

Melissa Polinar - meant to be.

2011-03-02T21:21:00.000+05:30

To one of the most beautiful person out there,with a heart to match..for ya to enjoy..

LOL time.

2011-03-02T18:06:00.001+05:30

Is it creepy,that i actually know the rest of the lyrics?.lol..Testosterone levels going downnnnnnnnn...lol.

50's quotable Fb captions

2011-03-01T20:30:00.001+05:30

yo whuddup..so i was looking at 50 cent's facebook page a lil while back.i was looking at his photo album.just chilling and looking at pics taken by him..More than the pics,his captions are rather hilarious albeit dirty.but still worth a laugh..and he doesn't even bother to be modest about his fame, wealth,and hey looks too while he's at it.lol..so below are some of his photo captions,enjoy:.

What kinda ass hole would hate on this kinda beauty look at me. Lol

Who said I don't have a heart. Lol

I'm designing a house now. I have a good idea. Lol

A half a mill for lunch anyone ?lol

This what you look like after a night in vegas when you have real
money to blow. Lol

This is me bruce willis and randy couture. Hahaha I can't see shit
but my teeth in this picture.lol

Life is what you make it. Make it better

Look at my grandpa having breakfast. He kick me out his house said
ain't enough room for both us lol( i guess 50 owns that house)

This me and David Guetta in the studio we just made a big hit for his album suckers lol

Ok look I hurt my neck having rough sex. I haven't been my self
lately Lol

I love music I listen till it just comes out its a gift. I thank
god for music and my d*ck size.lol

I'm now registered as a bone marrow donor

oh that 50,so humble and modest in his daily undertakings.lol..seriously though..like a boss..:D

Alright,this fred guy is one crazy mofo.lol.

2011-03-01T10:51:00.000+05:30

Aww

2011-03-01T07:58:00.003+05:30

1 Universe,9 planets,204 countries, 809 islands,23 deserts,7 seas,

6,902,700,000 people,
And i had the privilege to meet you.

Heartless- cover by the fray

2011-02-28T13:18:00.001+05:30

India Arie- ready for love

2011-02-27T13:36:00.000+05:30

Dayumm..some moving stuff..

I am ready for love
Why are you hiding from me
I'd quickly give my freedom
To be held in your captivity

I am ready for love
All of the joy and the pain
And all the time that it takes
Just to stay in your good grace
Lately I've been thinking
Maybe you're not ready for me
Maybe you think I need to learn maturity
They say watch what you ask for
Cause you might receive
But if you ask me tomorrow
I'll say the same thing

I am ready for love
Would you please lend me your ear?
I promise I won't complain
I just need you to acknowledge I am here

If you give me half a chance
I'll prove this to you
I will be patient, kind, faithful and true
To a man who loves music
A man who loves art
Respect's the spirit world
And thinks with his heart

I am ready for love
If you'll take me in your hands
I will learn what you teach
And do the best that I can

I am ready for love
Here with an offering of
My voice
My Eyes
My soul
My mind

Tell me what is enough
To prove I am ready for love

I am ready

Written on stars

2011-02-27T09:45:00.000+05:30

The Walking dead

2011-02-26T20:31:00.002+05:30

Right,before i start..and before you read,i leave this reminder..viewer's discretion is advised for this post.i mean for that one single picture..It's kinda creepy.meh.but totally awesome at the same time..Hope there's no sort of repercussion for posting this though..blah..

so right,some time back a friend was telling me about this..So yesterday i decided to google it up..man i love google..There were a few posts up regarding this matter,but enough to creep the heck outta pansy ol me.:(..So right,in Indonesia,a little place called Taroja,the community is christian but still practice a whole lot of their pre Christianity,pagan lifestyle..so apparently,some years back(but the picture looked kinda recent though,hmm)..A certain burial ritual was practiced..a rather creepy one..Black magic was apparently used,after days of chanting and god knows what,(dancing and prancing about i guess)the dead body,(by that time,already decaying).would rise and walk to it's grave aided by shamans(abugabugabuga!!) and close relatives and i guess pals,and probably the family dog too..But here's the thing,when the dead rises and starts to walk,no one is allowed to say a word or talk to the deceased.Doing so would cause the body,to crumble like a sack of potatoes.leaving the shamans, really angry and i believe frustrated men,as the whole process takes a few days to complete.hence.no talking while the dead is walking(rhymes!)...

In the olden days,this black magic was utilized, as the community was really2 poor and couldn't afford transport for the deceased,no kereta jenazah's or anything...hence,they came up with this..a form of rather powerful hypnosis(I dunno,i read this somewhere too!) which loosely translated to a form of witchcraft@sorcery..well enough to give me the heebie-jeebies though...well i don't really know what to make out of all this.i mean..i don't know.I have no idea how accurate those Internet posts are..I'll only 99.99% believe it if National Geographic does a special on it...But meh,,up to y'all to ponder about it's authenticity..I'm just a silly story teller.:D..

i certainly would shit brix if i saw this mak cik walking about in town..

A point to ponder

2011-02-25T10:40:00.000+05:30

If at all you have something pent up in ya.a form of loathing,animosity,hatred or even positive feelings like,love,longing,happiness felt towards another person..let it out..Too much of something in ya wont go down well with your system..it messes with you..messes with your mind,negative feelings will boil over and explode one fine day..positive feelings too for that matter..let that person know what you actually think about them.it won't be all rainbows and butterflies..but at least you wouldn't have to go to bed wondering about all those what ifs..if someone gets hurt,don't worry,for time is a good healer,and a teacher at that..If you make someones day with your opinions about them,well..wont that be just dandy then?..:)

Forgive me for being human

2011-02-23T11:20:00.004+05:30

No i do not want to be like this..this rut that I'm trapped in..encased by time..falling so dangerously,when the consequences are lethal,almost fatal...yet still i blindly take the plunge,hoping it turns our differently every single day..Hoping a new day,brings about a change..a change which i could do with..

But alas,i never knew i could get this stupid..every single day that passes,amazes me with how foolish i get..clinging on to something non existent..Praying to a god i don't really believe in..hoping that somehow,a miracle might fall out of the damn sky and hit me in the head,knocking me out cold..I could do with a good hard knock though.to just make me forget..to make me see,what else or or to be more specific,who else is out there..looking for something better?..a better catch?..I'm not gold,i never will be..i believe in destinies and fate..pfft,i must be new to this game...But if i was the one looking for something/someone better,how will i know it ain't this/you?..i do not want all this,these false hope that i so blindly base my assumptions on, on how things may eventually unfold..no matter how far fetched they all are..But thankfully i can see the real deal,on how things really are,it ain't favouring me much though.I'm ok with that..i try so hard to not paint pretty pictures in my head,oh yes i do..

Instead,i try to paint dark ones..where the shades are as dark as my soul..and i keep telling myself,that maybe if i stop painting,I'll eventually forget how to,and i surely wouldn't want to remember ever again.so much so no pictures would ever appear again..it's like an explosion of emotions..a tussle between the good ones and the morbid ones..Every single day i wish i could forget...I could do without this.the guilt,the sadness,the longing,the heartache..If i could rip my heart out to make me not feel again,oh damn i would,over and over again...I would toss it into the sea,and tell it to never come back again..I just want to get through this life..without the bullshit.without the uncertainties..i wish i could do without all this..i wish i was a bitter person,who didn't give a shit about people,that would be just what i need..i wish i could tell you to screw yourself when you're feeling down,to shoot yourself in the brains when you tell me you're sad cuz that special person left you,to tell you i simply don't give two shits about your problems,cuz hell you certainly don't about mine...i wish i could tell you i don't give a single crap about your feelings,and to tell people that i don't give a damn about their day,and how stressed they are about some damn exam or what ever,i wish i could tell you what a skank you are and that i hardly even know you or want to know you each time you tell me about the last random guy you slept with,cuz in reality i think you're a slut,and when you tell shit like you're scared of getting pregnant,i would love nothing more than to call you a stupid whore and to not pass that sin of yours to a new life.,.But what do i do?..i sit and patiently listen to every single sob sob story that comes my way,offering words of comfort which i myself need,to who ever who needs it without unnecessarily judging....
And i surely don't know why i need to feel compelled each time i see something touching.a hungry child, dying man,a mother who has lost her child,a devastating catastrophe that took many lives,a person helping another less fortunate person out,or even,the simple act of saying sorry to hear that,when told about a misfortune suffered by another person..damn.sometimes,i wish being human and having feelings were outlawed..

But alas try as i might, i can't,no matter how much i want too..i just cant..i don't know why the heck i need to care,when others are capable of being so selfish..why am i lending people my shoulder to cry on and ear to listen.i have my problems to deal with..why take it upon myself to do good when others don't..so much so me being this way,is recognized as a form of weakness..I have no idea why i do the things i do..feel the way i feel..I'm sick of it..but i know.i can never change..maybe one day.When my heart has completely turned to stone..i can no longer feel.These nerve endings stop working and i can finally go numb.To be a robot,a heartless entity,to do without love..to not pin for something,or someone anymore.I'm just very very tired..that's all..sorry if this post seemed
rather strong...just drained....have a good day.. ...

A another beautiful soul

2011-02-23T07:35:00.000+05:30

The world is an ugly place,plagued by all of man's sin and negativity..But thankfully,with people like these around,slowly but surely..we'll get to see the light of day once more..Another beautiful person..captain budi.

A true hero.

2011-02-22T14:56:00.003+05:30

Beauty to me,is never always about the outer ones only..Yes you might have an amazingly gorgeous/handsome face,but it'll only mean so much in the long run,and probably even nothing if accompanied by a poor personality..But having an inner beauty so pure and beautiful,now that is worth talking about.and this guy certainly has that attribute...The world could do with more people like this.

Socially awkward penguin

2011-02-22T11:19:00.000+05:30

I made this on that meme generator thingy..if at all it comes to a point in your day when you're bored as hell.well,something to do at least..or not.what ever.bye....http://memegenerator.net