And sometimes I remember and remind myself, we are all truly fucked up.

Oh but not me, most certainly not me.
Cause I'd be too much of a saint to think I am like everyone else.

Okay, so fuck yeah!

I've contemplated of my reasons to pinning my all-too-awaited thoughts. There isn't a certain need, neither is there a cause to have one. But what is, is it's indescribable relief of the mind.

I'm pretty much in too much of a daze to even construct a blog-piece ffs. I need money, which kinda means work, which really is too much of a chore; too troublesome. But I still need money, gambling doesn't seem to be working its charm on my investments; gravely sad indeed. So that leaves...collecting money, a hefty sum I should be looking at, well at least enough to last a couple of months till Uncle Lee decides to charge me with unpatriotic acts of freedom in his country. And then I really wonder what's next.

So fuck yeah! Aspirations and dreams are gonna be challenged soon. Luxurious life versus the inescapable reality of how to achieve such greatness of living.

I will make it rich, make it known...and most certainly not dread my life no longer.

Kudos my dim-witted schizophrenic other-half, cause again, FUCK YEAH!

fuck

You fucked me up, laid me on the streets.
You muted the bass and arrested my breath.
You almost got me killed.

But you are nothing more than my choice that is why I still want you.

It was a beautiful solid carpet of blue, pasted into the dawn that approached. Nothing spectacular really, and if you thought about it, normality would be the pick. But normality can't exempt nature's sadistic mockery at me; 39degreesCelsius. So now normality sings the harmony of mere strides that we wouldn't have bothered breaking a sweat for. Natures glory; we should give her praise, because now as I pen this down, dusk greets me with this same beautiful solid carpet of blue.


And no it's not dead, rather, my blog's just not updated.

Plus I was thinking about this blog actually. I created this space to allow myself seclusion as and when I needed. Not some commercialized blog shit. Few people come by here once in awhile, and it contents me enough to have people bother. Cheers.

MY BLOG AIN'T DEAD!

Blogging hasn't been the objective in the previous weeks/months and whatever god almighty has planned. Yes my blog isn't dead, it's just that I don't see a point in harassing the peace that it has gotten within. Ta'ha!

Besides, blogging isn't much fun anyway, I mean most of the time I'm sulking, or when I'm not I kill myself for being so utherly desperate on entertaining myself. And then there are the times where I even wonder whether anyone's gonna read the damn post I took 10 minutes deciding of what to put in. But then again, who cares.

Well since I'm at it, school's FUCKING OUT! So future plans, anyone? Ah fuck it, getting bored. Blogging really isn't much fun.

Just for the sake that someone might actually pop by: Bottoms UP to you fuckers who got me through the god-forsaken polytechnic! You know I really love guys that's why I called you fuckers to cover-up :D Kthxbye.

HELLO WORLD! Now now, this post is specially dedicated to my gorgeously fat friend, Abutalib. Okay, make it that one line. Now let's move on to me.

See here...okay maybe there really isn't anything for me to blog about, let alone talk about. So SCREW YOU BLOGSPOT. Then again, I really don't have anything against it. So SCREW YOU...err, yah.

Aiyar fuck it lah, I love my fat friend. So now I'm dedicating this ENTIRE post to Mr Abu a.k.a "ThaPuffiest". Which really isn't all that cool if you think about it, cause it really just makes you sound...well...puffier? Ahaha, I'm laughing at my own joke. AHAHAHAHAHAHA

AHAHAHAHHAHAHA imaging myself laughing at myself is even funnier lehx. lOLx. lMAO. ROFL. SEEEEEEE-BAMBA-HOI! ahahahahahahhahahaha

wo heart ni leh pang zi. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. gay gay gay gay gay gay gay. WHOOPIE! THAT'S ME!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHahahahhahahahahahahaha

I know, I know. I am in serious need a day-job...

Oh funfact: I bothered to properly sequence "a" and "h" one after the other.

I have been re-connected.

That aside, I was wanting to post about the nauseating happening of the consequence of being curious. It was a mistake, an unnecessary one at that. Disgust? It's too mellow a word to even begin to describe. The impossible was questioned, and I am barely over it. It is so degrading it has to be a sin. Add it to the 7, make it the 11Th commandment not to commit such treachery. Betrayal of blood it seems, fuck that. They do say "earn your respect" for a reason, and frankly, turd has more significance.

Well that's over, and I was rather in the mood to introduce Airto and Lisa Levie. I do not usually post about these stuff, but this cannot be missed. It's 3am in the morning and I can't express it to anyone else, so well done Blogspot, just your day.


I'd mean it if I'd said "shoot yourself".

The 26th of August. Mere date, insignificant it really is, and yet, comparisons were made. Reflective thoughts stream through like white waters, only thing is there really isn't calmness claimed to be seen in hurried and violent waters. This is not a impulsed depression of words, it is just a measure of a phase anyone would give time to. Creation of mutuality; they're lies I say. No one has to be bothered by my methods of relief, that of course, would usually pass off as "emo". Strange as it is that "emo" has little impact to lead to judgement and stereotyping, it is a step to discrimination and a superiority-reflex.

Well sadly, this is all going no where. Other 26th August to come, this year's spent pinning this down.

"The bridge to Terabithia", fiction at it's best, but I was taken aback. So much so that I've decided to blog a post about it. And somehow I am saddened by it all.

It is more than just a story for minors, it is a story about realism versus surrealism. A story about idealism. A story that dwelt with heavy emotion unconventionally portrayed; silently given. Who would have thought the translation of script to film would have fed such immense provocation. I am in awe of the film. Then again, the film has a root grown into slight sadistic intentions I must say. The forming of a cliché relationship, the climax that seems to draw closer, and the sick destruction of it all through death.

My overall take is a show worth the time.

A million things to be said, one word to describe - hypocrite.

It's a pity as to how I was so oblivious, and well, naive enough to think that I'd fit in. It's also a pity as to how I would have never thought I'd be mindfucked by mere words. And it is disgusting and an utter waste of my time to have bothered. It was an amazing feat to have asked for mercy and show gratefulness to people who have mere ideas of your taste in social lifestyles.

Sadly, what I would never raise a victor of is to be champion of my beliefs - "it's a fuck waste of time to even bother myself with negativity".


So why thank you, and congratulations, I could never be more earnest and truthful when I say, "fuck you, kan ni xi peh bu".