One wake-up call and a few hours later...

So... The long awaited holiday is here. Naa...it's not even a holiday. Here, we call it as study week, which is lame as it sounds. yeah. Lame. Damn.

I can't wait for the real holiday to start! Yeah. Semester break which is in December and is one long month and merry and whatever the hell there is. But the bad thing is, my ayung aren't there to be with me and spend the holiday with me. Argh!! I bet this holiday will be dull more than ever. She's in Miri now and I'm here, Perak, Tanjung Malim, Universiti Pendidikan Sultan Idris. Damn. Nothing here. Whootss!! Boring alert!

Got an earful by my ayung this morning. Haha. I missed the morning mass and got a wife's rant. Damn. She's really shouting on the phone just now. Lalala. I was really mamai and I didn't really get what she was saying. One thing's for sure, she's really mad. Damn. I slept again for awhile and woke up at... emm... almost one p.m like that. Yeah. I'm really not that sure.

So, my routine now would be like this:

1. Wake up. Either late or early. Depends.

2. Switch on the laptop, checking any update on Facebook or just resume the game I lost the night before.

3. Eat. Lepak and all.

4. Games again, or just berandau and all.

5. Sleepin'!

6. Repeat all of the above again.

Yeah. I have to watch what I eat from now on because I realized that I am getting F.A.T! Double Damnation. yeah.

Whoot! I don't wanna be the chap above. Damn. And I'm getting there... Argh! Mother help me!haha. Drama. Yeah. I should watch out I am consuming from now on.

This post should be done a long time ago, or few hours ago to be precise, but a few glitches hinders its completion and all. So yeah, it's kinda complete right now. Damn.

Peace!

And so... here I am, stuck in this room, light switched off for I loathe the light so very much. I prefer to stay in the dark, illuminated by my laptop. My room is not the facing the front side of KHAR where all the food shops are located, rather, it's on the inside part of KHAR, which means total darkness. Yeah. I love being in the dark for no apparent reason. Now that's weird.

Weirdness is great. It differs us from the masses. I am weird. I do what others do not do, I write what other people don't, Maybe lots and lots more. I am not sure. One thing's for sure, I am weird.

Light and dark. I am on the dark side. Yeah. That shows weirdness already. To me at least. Yeah. So... The darkness... Death and beyond. Being a figure from the antagonist point of view, well... I have not a damn idea right now. I am in the dark now.

I love antagonists. yeah. Why? They are more remembered and are much more interesting in their plot than the protagonists. Yeah. I love Decepticons in Transformers, the Akatsuki in Naruto, and all the bad guys that I may have forgotten. Antagonists break rules and breaking rules rocks! They put them protagonist in trouble and gets away happily with it. Yeah. Now, that is really cool. Antagonists are much stronger than the protagonists. Admit it, they have much stronger weapon, power and follower. yeah.

Now, I found the graphic above online. Though it might be offensive to some, not to me. I have seen much worse than above. I am not saying anything, for I believed in the freedom speech. Just don't disturb me. Anyways, the picture above is so like epic and is lots of message subliminally embedded in the picture. Light versus darkness. So loving this age old battle. In terms, I'd go for the dark. In real life, I tried to avoid darkness. I only go for darkness in the back of head. Hypocrite no? Well, life is hypocrite. I am just playing the game slow and steady. The government is hypocrite but no one cares. haha.

Darkness, I embrace u subliminally. Damn.

Peace!

Art and the Ignorant...

People often interprets art as for losers or the nerds or the weird and all. Why so? I don't see myself as a loser or nerd or weird or whatever. I love art. Art is a simple way of expressing out and letting go or to accept something new or old. I am into arts. Yeah. I maybe have that brute kinda face but I love art down to the core.

Honesty is the best policy. I cannot draw, I cannot write something nice, I am tone deaf. Yeah. But I do have the eye for light capturing. If you know what does that mean.




Yeah. I don't know what I am writing. My brain is a little dumbed now.

Peace!

Eggs and Milo...

All the crazy rants are starting all over again. So... eggs and Milo... Emm... I have nothing now. I just want to write something stupid all over again. Or am I? I don't know.

I hate being stuck to this place. Or here. Or should I mention this place's name? No need for that. Here, this place, is very boring. All the fun places I know here... Emm... None? Yeah. None. I am super bored and that's it.

I want to go home. Here is not home. To say that this place is home away from home I think is so overrated. There ain't got a thing here to be enjoyed. Yeah. I want to go home so bad that i bought stewed pork in can and ate it here in my room. Damn. What does have to do with going back home. Yeah. Truth be told, I bought pork in can and enjoyed the delicate meat and the pleasure of eating one in my room here. I cook some rice in my rice cooker and then I just put the can in it. It will heat the sweet pork as seem it is being heated under fire. Yeah. So... Deliciasio! It's hard to find delicious porks here, so that should do the trick of tricking myself that I am perfectly at home. Yeah. Now that's some bullshit.

Yeah. To conclude this silly entry, I want to go home. I don't know what does it have to do with the title above but yeah, I want to go home.

Peace!

Rants...

Yeah. The time now is 1:53 AM. And I am writing this entry just to soothe my mind. What? Yeah. I love writing stuffs and crap and whatnot. Damn. Today? Or is it yesterday? Lots of stuffs happened. Yeah. That is one hell of a very general and super boring term to express the happenings of the time being. What? Whatever man.

The highlight of this entry is racism. Yeah. A very super sensitive issue in this land of super sensitive people. I hate racists. Yeah. Or am I a racist myself? Am I? I can proudly say I am not. I have friends of various race and culture and all. Yeah. That is one statement I can proudly show the world and be very arrogant on it. Damn. Talking about exaggeration.

Yeah. That clearly tells what my opinion is right? Hell yeah. To me personally, racists are born racists. huh? Yeah. Each one of us are racist in the beginning, sticking to only one of us, or the same as us or whatever. Ever experience when we are in some new place and the first person we would like to find is one of our own? I bet most of us do. I do as well. No shame in admitting that. But after days with people very much different from our own and whatnot, we will slowly accept the very people we wanted to avoid and surprisingly, befriend them. Yeah. We will slowly learn and accept that we very much need people different from us, either in race or whatever. We need them as to help us to get through with life's lesson. Life is a very wonderful rabbi indeed. Hell, I am so very open minded I do even mind befriending a Jewish, or am I that open minded? Whatever. I can be friends with anyone man. I have Chinese friends, Indian friends, Malay friends, Lunbawang friends, Iban friends, Melanau friends, Kadazan-Dusun friends and all that is seen and unseen.

I'd like to befriend a Jew. Why? Crazy it may seem, I'd like to know what makes them who they are. In the United states, they seem to be on top of everything. Now, that is achievement. Actors? I know some. Adam Sandler, Ben Stiller and more that my pathetic minds have slipped off. Academicians? I can't even recall who. Lots and lots. Yeah. We befriend with people that are successful, learn some tips and maybe we could be one of the successes as well. Yeah. I am ranting successfully now.

Racists are at lost. Like just now, when I was having some late night supper at the Nasi Kandar restaurant near our place of dwelling, this one guy shouted at the waiter for changing the channel. It was soccer and I understand the shouting. What I did not really get is why does the supreme guy have to diss the waiter?

" C****a! B***h punya (state race here)!"

Do he have too? Stupid. Racists are stupid, blind and should fuck their own hand. Oopss. Vulgar alert! So yeah. I was intending to take this guy's picture but to no avail. If I had this guy's picture, I would put that dude's picture on my Facebook profile let the whole world know who is the stupid racist that was caught in the act.

Damn. Enough writing. Need some shuteye. Gotta go to church tomorrow.

Peace!

Naruto...

This here, is a fan of Naruto. Been following Naruto since the first day the comic was published. I remembered it was Kreko that introduced me to my life long second love, Naruto. I have this weird dream of wanting to become a ninja. Ninjas are SOOO cool. Now that's really cool if I typed it that way. I type my blog in a really nerdish way and I am sounding very serious in my posts. Yeah right.

Being a Naruto fan means that I can alter my looks in every way. haha. My friends and I once held this weird competition of superimposing our photo to be like one of the characters in Naruto as close as we can get. I never did won. All I ever did was putting on the sharingan and that's it. Mohd Adib, my superimpose the magnifique friend, won all the time. Yeah. But I did beat him this week.Haha. I created myself as the hybrid of Deidara and some Uchihan dude. Yeah. You get that right.haha. I beat him!haha... check this out.

Haha. I really love that sharingan looks so perfectly real. It even have reflects the light from my laptop. Yeah. The mouth? Deidara inspired me and I wanted to do something different. So, yeah. Once a fan always a fan. My friend the magnifique?haha... Check this out!

Guess what character is this?haha... I am getting back at him with me as Pain. Sort off. I am still figuring out ways how the hell I am going to do that. Inspiration! Come to papa!

Peace!

A cup of Milo and a bead of rosary...

That title above is so like long and random and full of meanings. Yeah. To me anyways. So... Here I am, writing this entry with my cup of Milo and a rosary bead 'parking' in front of the screen monitor. My Maggi curry mee is right beside me, steaming hot from the water that I heated just now. I have taken my shower, called my ayung and sipped my Milo. What else? Assignments? Who give a crap.

So... I have officially fallen in love all over again. Who else? My ayung la. After weeks of bickering, kicking each other's butt, sarcasms and all, I have miraculously fallen head over heels for her again. Weird huh? To me it is. I spent a week trying to figure what is the best way of breaking up with her but then, the vice versa happened. Seriously. Love is weird. yeah.

So yeah... I am weird and she's weird and we are all good. haha. I miss her a damn lot now. I just spent RM10 on my prepaid credit and I called her like a gazillion times today. Guess what? All that is left is RM0.67. haha. I am like this when the love bug bit me once more. Yeah. This post is all on the lovey dovey stuff that I don't usually talk about. This post is dedicated to my one and only dayung. Hehe. Mary Silvana, I love you so much!

Ayung... I know this sounds cliche and boring and old and outdated and whatever, I just wanted to say this. You make me complete.hehe. From the very first day that I saw you during the LSS I just know you will be the one. Yeah. I don't know why. I just know.

Yeah. I don't make dedications that well. Things I miss about that little girl?

1. Holding hands.

2. This. Curi-curi kissing her. Just a peck on the lips will do.:)

3. Hugging her. It happens almost similarly like the picture above 'cause she's kinda less taller than I am.haha. Sorry ayung!

4. And just plain old fun that all couples do. yeah.

I just miss her. All of the above are just a fraction of what we have gone through. No negative perception and stop all the bad images that suddenly popped in the wonderful young minds of yours! haha. No, seriously.

This above will either kill your relationship or heal it. I know it heals mine.haha

I am quite surprised that i am writing all of the above. yeah. All the crap that was buried under the subliminal mind of mine are typed out and this entry is born. Yeah.

Peace!

P/s: Love is weird. Look what it has done to me.hahaha.Love you ayung!

Life...

Here I am again, ranting about crap and all. Yeah. You bet that the title would not be the same as what I am going to say here. It always happens. I do not know why myself. Damn. I love talking crap.

I did not sleep last night. Yeah. You got it right. I did not sleep last night and I am feeling so very miserable now. My eyes beg me to sleep but my body is denying it. What the hell happened inside I am not sure myself. Yeah. Keeping this ranting bearable as best I can. I was trying to complete my assignment that i loathe so much and I toughen myself up to endure the night and morning that will face me. Damn. I am feeling like crap now and yet my fingers are still typing words out. Argh!

I am so going off topic now. Life is about mistakes and emerging as a victor by the end of the day. I know I am a champion. I just do not why. Yeah. Life is about unseen battle and wars that tore the soul apart. In short, life is about fucked problems before u can found the right one. I am so going philosophical now.

Realities are ones that occurred before our eyes and and how our minds perceive it. Quoting Masashi Kishimoto, 'reality is what your mind perceives as real or not.' That is damn right Kishimoto-sensei. Agreed. Yeah. There are two realities to each and are interlinked with each other. Which one chosen is up to you yourselves.

Hate that I love to go off topic.

Peace!

Daily...

The above are my daily necessities. My laptop, my phone, and my Milo. Lots of laugh. Damn. I sound awful.haha. My laptop are for my daily rantings on Facebook or here, my blog. I express all the crap I want in this two internet pages. Yeah. I went Youtube surfing with this baby, I found strange and weird things with my laptop. Owh yeah... I don't call my laptop as lappy. It sounds stupid. Yeah. Sorry folks. I create many things with my laptop and are proud of it. I am talking crap.

My phone is my second daily necessities. Or Should I put it as first? Anyways, I just cannot live without my phone, I feel lost and all. Damn. Dramatic. Dizzy?hah? I like to talk crap and nothing are connected with the title above. it occurs every time. And especially now. I was suppose to talk about my phone and yet I talk about crap. Occurs all the time. Damn.

Third? My Milo! I like to brag all the simplest things, be it small or big. I don't care. Fullstop. Why am I writing like some Form 5 essay format? Damn. I am getting out of topic here. Done.

Peace!

Fed up...

I am so done with that girl. Really fucked up. I have done everything that she asks me to, but she? Damn man. She said don't do this, don't do that, but what the hell man. She did it as well. I felt stupid. STUPID. Enough said.

Women...

We just cannot seem to understand you,

Women...

We always thought that you come from other planet,

Women...

We are afraid of you during your menstrual period,

Women...

We just cannot fathom your need for shopping,

Women...

We hate it when when you switch channel during the game,

Women...

We love it when you show some skin, but we hate it when u show too much,

Women...

We love it when you are independent,

Women...

We love it when you are tough,

Women...

We are often mesmerized by the sound of your voice, hypnotized by your stare, weaken by your touch,

Women...

We are weak without you...

Women...

We always sees that you are the most beautiful during your sleep, with no make up on, just plain o' face,

Women...

When you stare hard at us, we gets scared and terrified,

Women...

You simply complete us...

Women...

We love you...

Peace!

Original stupid poem from moi.

(I originally posted this 'poem' on my Facebook profile.hehe...copy pasted it here.)