Monday, May 24, 2010

CHANGING LIGHT BULBS.

Question: Guess, how many losers does it need to change a set of light bulbs in a 30ft x 4.69m ceiling made out of diamonds and pearls? (The answer is down below, please read the rest first)

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I am currently having kind of a stupid feverish-euphoric-silly condition which I can't really described in words despite the previous random conditions stated before. I think to clear that up I might have to elaborate on each of the condition. 

Fever(ish): I am having a fever, what else is there to be said?

Euphoric: I'm in a very weird state right now. I don't really quite know why I am being euphoric, but I think it got a little bit to do with that Stephanie Meyer's book, The Host. I really do like the ending for that novel better than the Twilight's ending. Ugh. Somehow this euphoric state seems to lighten the fever I'm having. *sigh*
Silly/Stupid: I am silly and stupid. Well, sometime. What do you care?!

Haha. I don't really know why I laughed there. It's not like I really do laughed in real life. I'm typing this short post wearing my 'I'm going to kill YOU!!' face. I guess a little 'haha' should soften the harsh feeling I'm having. Although I don't really care about it that much. *sigh*

There was an old saying that sighing too much will make you old. Well, guess what? I'm pretty much old  as I am and I don't really care about age. Not much. 

I think age is a rather abstract thing to be talked about, don't you think so? I mean, look at women or girls. They are SO afraid of talking about age that people all around the world had classified the 'age talk' as a big no-no when it comes to courtship. And I think that is stupid.

We should not be afraid of our age. I mean, if we are afraid of our age, we then should all die now rather than wait till we actually die with wrinkle all over your face and your butt. We age every single day! What's your problem with your age?! You should just embrace it, rather than scowl at it and hide it as if it is a dark, evil secret.

I hate typing this. I'm 18 by the way, and I am pretty much too young to be myself. My inner self, really. I think I'm suit to be a 10 year old rather than 18. I hate being 18. Ugh. But I don't really do think of it as a very bad thing. I just hate the stuffs that comes with it.

My cover on Stephanie Meyer's The Host is already half-typen (is there such a word? I'm sure there is, I didn't write it with pencil/pen). I think it will be up either in a couple of hours or tomorrrrrrrow. 

Buhbye.


Oh the answer of course.

Answer: None. Losers will either blast all the lights (hint: movie) or the will only look and wonder how come there are people so rich they can have a ceiling made out of diamonds and pearls. It what losers do. I think. Argh crap. I don't really know the answer. I think they will change the light bulbs, if you use harsh and aggressive attitude, maybe. or maybe they will kill themselves. Ugh. I hate 'Changing light bulbs' question.  

Sunday, May 23, 2010

BORED. MUSN'T. BE. A.......

Seriously.

I am bored to the bone. I'm not going to use the word death as I am clearly not ready yet to be dead. Ugh. I hate it.

Asjdbv iery jsbcdcb zkaowi e  zchusbayc hsav jsahcui as cbgz gyawd hbfiad zpvnz bcuagsgqqw ahsbcyieu ascbuwqgcw qhiauhdas dboob.

I think that is what we should all do when we are boring. Either that, or we should spam someone in Facebook with a very boring message. Again and again.

I am very bored.

Bored.

Bored.

My eyes don't betray me, because my eyes can't lie. Guess what? It's me who is lying! YAAAAYY!!

Heh.

I am having a pretty stupid fever caused by reading a heart-breaking book for all night long, and later realised that I was rather having a hard time breathing. Most probably due to the book. I hate that book. I'll cover it in a few, maybe tomorrow.

I am currently trying to figure out how come my head can actually throbbed as hard as a person banging on the door. Why is that person banging on the door, is still pretty much a mystery.

As I'm trying to do that, I am watching some scaredy-cats hunks doing a cover on ghost story. And I'll be covering them, also in a few days or so.

I hate being bored. Bye. See ya when you are not bored and go bust a nut and jerk off an elephant who is ramming a live dolphin who is banging the door to the house of the lustful zebra, blowing rhino crap bored.

Friday, May 21, 2010

I AM SORRY.

I AM SORRY that I didn't make a blog post for several days now.
I AM SORRY that my posts aren't that good.
I AM SORRY that my new template makes you blind.
I AM SORRY for using too much memes.
I AM SORRY, but is that what I think it is?
I AM SORRY that you think orange is for gay, but it's not.
I AM SORRY for calling you a douche bag.
I AM SORRY that I am not good enough for you.
I AM SORRY that I broke your heart.
I AM SORRY that I played with your feelings.
I AM SORRY that I blew that chance, okay?!
I AM SORRY that I am not as 'pretty' as you think I am.
I AM SORRY for being too judging.
I AM SORRY that you are broke, so am I.
I AM SORRY for you becoming such an a*shole!
I AM SORRY, but you are not for me!
I AM SORRY that this has to happen.
I AM SORRY, I don't know you had allergies!
I AM SORRY that I am not who you think I am.
I AM SORRY for calling you names.
I AM SORRY that we are different.
I AM SORRY for being a racist.
I AM SORRY, but your coffee stinks.
I AM SORRY, but I need to go to the toilet.
I AM SORRY that I am not as good as you are.
I AM SORRY, but is this yours?
I AM SORRY that I broke your TV.
I AM SORRY, but gays make me sick!
I AM SORRY, but you ain't going to fool me anymore.
I AM SORRY that I can't get full marks.
I AM SORRY that I answered it badly.
I AM SORRY that I forget to pick you up and you had to walk around in your pink tutus.
I AM SORRY that we have to fight
I AM SORRY, that's me. Um. Farting.
I AM SORRY that your dream didn't come true.
I AM SORRY, but you do have to work this coming weekends!
I AM SORRY that I can't make your dream come true.
I AM SORRY that I ruined your life.
I AM SORRY, but you're not going to get married.
I AM SORRY that I cheated on you.
I AM SORRY, but human tends to forget. 
I AM SORRY, but I just can't live without him!
I AM SORRY that I ruined your dream along with it.
I AM SORRY, but I lose your number.
I AM SORRY that I overdid it.
I AM SORRY that I am such a drama queen!
I AM SORRY that I can't get there faster.
I AM SORRY that I got you pregnant.
I AM SORRY that we aren't meant to be together.
I AM SORRY that he left you for no reason.
I AM SORRY, but I can't make it with you, not anymore.
I AM SORRY, what's your name again?
I AM SORRY that I am too small for you.
I AM SORRY that I not there to wipe your tears.
I AM SORRY, I ran down your cat this morning...
I AM SORRY, but we had to shut down your project.
I AM SORRY that I am not the right size for you.
I AM SORRY I ate your cupcake this morning.
I AM SORRY, but your extra-work is considered as a threat to the company, and we have to fire you.
I AM SORRY that you lose your job.
I AM SORRY, but I'm in a meeting.
I AM SORRY, but your plan is not going to work, either way.
I AM SORRY. How can I make it up to you?
I AM SORRY that I screwed up.
I AM SORRY that you had to clean it up on your own. 
I AM SORRY for being a jerk.
I AM SORRY, you are not my type of a guy that I want to date with.
I AM SORRY. It is all my fault.
I AM SORRY that my house is too small for you.
I AM SORRY, I don't really have any real beds or anything. I sleep on the floor.
I AM SORRY, but can you repeat?
I AM SORRY, but pets are not allowed, Sir.
I AM SORRY for your lost.
I AM SORRY, I didn't know your grandma passed away.
I AM SORRY that I can't cry now, I always cry!
I AM SORRY that I cry a lot.
I AM SORRY that I used your name without your permission.
I AM SORRY that I literally destroyed your book.
I AM SORRY that I tea-bagged you.
I AM SORRY that my grammar is worst compared to yours.
I AM SORRY, do you know where this place is?
I AM SORRY, but I don't know where that is.
I AM SORRY that I am such a smarty-pants.
I AM SORRY that I read your diary.
I AM SORRY for ruining you laptop.
I AM SORRY that I commented badly in your videos.
I AM SORRY, but I am addicted to it, I CAN'T HELP IT!
I AM SORRY that I crashed your party.
I AM SORRY, but face it, your boyfriend is no good.
I AM SORRY that I am such a lousy kisser.
I AM SORRY for you.
I AM SORRY that I was ever born.
I AM SORRY that I had to do this.
I AM SORRY, but I can't do this anymore.
I AM SORRY, and there's nothing else left to say.
I AM SORRY that you have to read all this.
I AM SORRY that this post meant nothing at all to you.
I AM SORRY, but this has nothing to do with you.
I AM SORRY that it ends up like this.
I AM SORRY, but this has to end.

I AM SORRY, the show is over...

Monday, May 17, 2010

A LETTER FOR MY TEACHERS

NOTE: There was a previous blog post regarding to Teacher's Day, but since I sucks at completing tough jobs, so I decided to do a letter instead! YAAAAYY!!

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Dear Teachers,

How are you today? I hope you are in the pink of health. I also hope that you are in the very best state of mind, so that you won't be sitting on your chair, depressed whilst reading this letter. Be happy! It is your day today.

Now, I know that today is 17th May and that I had missed the real date which is yesterday, but still, the celebration will only be today right? So in a way, I am still on time, am I not? But never the least, I still remember that Teacher's Day is celebrate at 16th May, and not because of some TV ad, no.

Dear Teachers,

Several years back, I learned the truth about 'TEACHER'. They are not just some group of people who like kids/children/teens and teaches them to do something. That is what I call a pedophile. A 'teacher' is a person who will not just teach you something just so that they can receive their monthly payroll, but in the same time show you the true meaning of life and what it worth.

A teacher will not just make you realize that Mathematics are actually easy (believe me, it is), but will also tell you to not look at a thing only on the tough part. A teacher will ask you yo try, and try, and try some more, until you'll finally realize that it is not just easy, but the tough part was never really tough.

Well, these and also will make you get moving and be intelligent so that they will not be asked about your bad academic achievement by the Principal. Be good, at least they have taught you something.

Dear teachers,

I know the past paragraph might be misleading, I don't blame you at all. Well, I never blamed you for anything, at all. That post is misleading because I am currently still sleepy. Maybe I should take a little nap later on.

Teachers, you all had done the best job in making sure that I am human. Well, have no fear, I in the first place, was never capable of becoming any other being other than human. But alas, you had made me an even better human. You are the BEST!

I would also like to appreciate all the attention that all of you had given to me. OMG am I sounding a little bit too much? I think so. But it is true that all my past teachers had given much attention to me, and I am very grateful for that. They even gave me a few scolds, slaps, and whip to go along the attention. It helps to digest what I've learnt a little bit faster.

Dear teachers,

Especially SBPISB teachers. You had given me more than what a normal school teacher would have given. And I wish for nothing less than that. Every laughter, every tears, and every penny spend was a bliss in disguise. I am very thankful for all the memory that we have made. You guys are the best teachers that I ever had. I will remember you till the end of my day, and that I promise you (Does that sounded kind of creepy? I don't know I hate boy bands, and it sounded something like boy bands).

Although I dislike (hate actually) boy bands, I still wanted to say this. There's no season in the sun, and no matter how many time Backstreet Boys come back they will disappear again. No, what I really wanted to say is this, THANK YOU for all that you have done, for me, for my friends, and for the world. You had not just created a better choice for us, but you also had showed us how being human not just meaning that we breathe in air, but to also use our mind to utilise our choice. THANK YOU!


And lastly, 

THANK YOU, TEACHERS!
FORGIVE ME, TEACHERS!
BLESS ME, TEACHERS!
I LOVE YOU TEACHERS!

Friday, May 14, 2010

PayPerPost

"This chopped board joins with the poke 
under the concluded fountain." 

Do not ask me why I am doing two post in a few minutes time. Maybe I am doing this so that I can actually get paid. I don't know. I don't even think that I should be bothered to tell you what I'm actually doing. 

Maybe I am just posting this simple post to ensure that MY future in the real world is secured. 

Television = Crappy Vision: Tasbih Cinta


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Are you a Malaysian? Are you stranded at your house doing nothing and absolutely nothing in your house is considered worth-time-wasting? Want to watch the TV? For real?

Get the shell away from the TV! What are you, suiciding?

Hahaha I'm just kidding. But seriously, watching TV nowadays can get you not one, but TEN heart attacks, depending on how severe the plot, character(s), and/or subtitle is.

Watching the television requires you to tune in to the correct channel or else you might just get multiple heart problems due to sudden burst of anger and anxiety. Which is bad. This (so-called) fact can actually reduce the human population from God-knows-how-much to none in mere seconds. It's like the apocalypse!

Okay, quit chattering. The main story for today is not the next apocalypse. It's about Tasbih Cinta. It is a story that is aired at TV3, the Malaysian national broadcasting station, which sadly does not belong to the government. YAAAAYY!!

In this post, just so that you won't be hammering me with bad comments, although I don't really have more than 10 comments in each post, I will not be telling you any lies. Instead, I will tell you how watching Tasbih Cinta can actually kill you, even if you watch only some of the episodes. Also a few of my own review on this story.

Click the picture to read a fan review on the drama. NOTE: The review is in Malay

Okay now. My own review on Tasbih Cinta, and how it can actually can be a fatal weapon.

Plot: The story has a very simple yet worth noticing plot. A girl who lost both her parent in an accident or misfortune of some sort raised by a foster parents who sells satay for living. Later on she worked (unintentionally) in a hotel, in which the owner of the hotel is blood-related to the deceased parents. Then some love story, yada yada yada and then tadaa!! She discovered the real truth behind the whole story, got married, marital issues, stupid in-laws, super granny, pregnancy, run away. Oh my God, so many things happening. I hate it.
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Characters: The character is a bit dull, if I might say so. It felt like watching Glee without the singing part. It's stupid. They are not shining out, or beaming of some sort. I just hate it. They cried, and it looked so dramatic that you know they are not crying. I mean, it's not a comedy drama. If it is a comedy drama then it is acceptable for them to be crying with such a dramatic face, but this? Seriously? 
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Script/Dialogue: Crap. It sucks like nothing. It is so stupid that just hearing the dialogues might get you an ENT (Ear, Nose, and Throat) infection. Urgh. I've never heard anything so stupid that I had to cry just trying to accept it. Not that I cry for that matter, though.
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Problems/Conflicts: There are too many conflicts/problems, that if you really do list out, you going to die out of dehydration. I know this might sounded a bit harsh and all, but really there are just too much problems going on and out of the story. And by out of the story I mean the camera crew, the setting, the dialogue, the expression on the characters, the slow-motion thingy, the sounds, the almost everything. Sheesh. I hate it.
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Fatality: There are many problems in here, enough to actually clog your aorta and cause you an instant heart attack. Instantaneously. Believe me. Let just list out the problem, shall me? 

1) Character(s). As I told you earlier they got a lot of problem with the characters. It's like they got the wrong man playing the wrong role, and what make it even worse is that even if they do switch characters, it still sucks. They should just cast a new cast. 

What make me cry is that their protagonist (the little brother) looks like he's gay. A bottom, for that matter. And the hero/antagonist/helpless & hopeless person is more of a bi-sexual kind of guy and had gone through an incest with his little brother. Hmph. World these days. 

Oh, and the granny. I hate her. The heroin's mother. Hate her too. The hero/gay-brothers' mother. Helpless. No other word can express how happy I am to actually be able to just find a new cast, and rather a suiting one. 

2) Plot. For me the plot is okay. AT FIRST. And when the heroin's evil step sister starts to get possessed and become evil-er, the storyline begin to have their ulcers. And it hurts, believe me. 

Not just that the plot made no sense at all, but also if you walk-through the whole script you might be depressed, for a very long period of time.The heroin, for example, just can't get her mind straight on who she really loves. I know that's a normal thing, especially in a drama. But even after the numerous time being cheated/tricked/persuaded/fooled by the protagonist, how can she just afford to forget about it and moved on living under the same roof as him?

Not to mention her husband, the so-called hero. Has all the evidence to proof that his gay-brother is guilty in all the fraud he did, but never even thought of using it. Even my father is better than him. Of course, I think we all are better than him. I don't know what is it that he is waiting for, with all the evidence with him. Maybe the apocalypse, who knows? 

3)Camera. This is another problem with Indonesian cameraman. I am not going to go on rambling about their stupid the filming style is, but seriously, I'm wondering what they taught at the university. The slow-motion-close-up dynamic-duo thing isn't going to work anymore guys. You better start learning on how the zoom-out button really does work. And I wonder if there is only a zoom-in function in their camera because, oh God, you never, NEVER, see the casts' legs. Out of no reason! 

4)Marital issue (from an Islamic view). Since I am a Muslim (though not a very good one), I still do know my way in the Islamic view in marital issues. The fundamental of marriage in Islam is that if you're husband is a good/noble guy, as a wife you HAVE to follow him. I mean, wherever he goes, you got to be there. 

And whatever that he says, if it is a good thing, you just got to listen to him.And another simple rule is that we believe that Heaven lies beneath the feet of the husband. Well, not literally. But following your husband's word and advice will eventually leads you to Heaven. If what your husband tells you to do is indeed a good thing. If not, well, dumped him!

But the heroin, who is married to the hero, knows no boundaries or rules. When she hates him, she would just run away from him and go to the gay-brother. She even told her husband that she rather has her baby have a father like the gay-brother and not her husband. God, not to mention that they are still married. How stupid can they really be? 

5) Super granny. The granny. Heh, she's not the super-granny that you wished you have. She's the worst. She listens to the gay's word more than she listens to her own heartbeats. If you have her as your in-laws' parent, you are not going to see your wife in like, another life time. It's like once you're married you got to jump from a 100ft bridge and hope that you'll see your wife in another life.She just won't let the MARRIED couple meet and discuss their problem. No way, that is going to lead to more troubles. So what she did was, don't let them meet, and hoped for the best. Jeez, she's good. 

6) So-sial workers. You know how doctors, all over the world had taken vows on how they won't misuse their power and knowledge into their own profits and stuff? Well I personally don't know about it, but I do believe that doctors who do misuse their power and knowledge for their own profits are a group of mentally ill person and should be chained down to a chair and be electrocuted. 

In this drama, you can see how doctors behave very badly. They do bribery, lied about pregnancy, eager to receive a large sum of money just so that they can improve their live. It is so severe that an ulcer can be comforting. I mean, how can you, as a doctor, cheat to a father of a fetus, still intact to her mother, who both survived a car accident, just because some gay threatens you and pay you a sum of money to shut your mouth? You suck. 

7)Lighting and lightning. Everyday is a day. Yup, no doubt about it. There was no significant night. It has only days and some gloomy/darker days. That's all. Oh, not to be forgotten, some cloudy days and raining days. 

8) Evidence. Having a lot of evidence, but not knowing what to do with them. Imagine this: 

You have a bad-ass gay-brother who is crazy on crushing your not-so beautiful wife. And to achieve that he had done some very bad stuffs, like for example, hired some thug-look-alike to punch him in front of your wife so it would appeared to your wife that he tried to protect her. And he also paid numerous doctors to actually lie about his medical reports, or gives out a false information to the patient's family members. 

And after some time, you have gathered all the evidence of your gay-brother ill doing. But, whenever you go to talk with your wife, you never ever brought that idea up. You just think that maybe by talking to her, or rather shouting to her from the front yard, could actually opens up her eyes to see the truth. What are you, Houdini? 
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See! Out of the entire problem, the FATALITY actually has very detailed details that somehow convey the fatality of the story, especially if you have any blood pressure problem or any cardiac problem in your family line.
Now what I am trying to say is not that I hate Indonesian products. I mean, I do have my own favourites like the movie Ayat-Ayat Cinta, and also the soundtrack from that movie, also several dramas that went way back, like few years back. But this drama, I tell you, sucks like nobody has ever suck. And what make it even worst is that you can do nothing in order to stop TV3 from airing that drama.

Which is sad, for me especially. I mean, my family and I crazed for stories aired by TV3. For us, it is the best. Even the news, they serve the best news ever. But this drama, to me, it screams 'NO' from the beginning till the end. This drama is so sick, that even the SAW franchise is equivalent to Zhu Zhu pet. They should really just show a new drama and just dump this drama somewhere else (Hint: Sewer).

Thursday, May 13, 2010

CRAP - WHY I LIKE THEM

If you have ever wondered why this post is even here, it is probably because, a) I really don't know why I like the word 'CRAP' itself so this post serves some sort of self-discovery post, b) the word 'CRAP' is almost in every post of mine for the past few weeks, c) 'CRAP' is a beatiful thing, d) I don't really have anything to post today.

One thing that I observed myself doing and kept repeating doing is that once I've typed the title of a certain post I'd continue writing it like there's no tomorrow before regretting ever doing it and then will somehow find an escape goat from the lousiness of my post. Which is great, fortunately.

Now back to topic of today. CRAP. If you have an Oxford Advanced Learner's Dictionary 7th Edition, (any other dictionary would do, but might have different meaning and/or page), you can turn to page 358 in the C section. There are several words that you can find there that are, in a way or another, associated with the word 'CRAP'. Now let's see...

crapnoun, adj.,verb
  • noun 1 [U] nonsense  2 [U] something of a bad quality  3 [U] criticism or unfair treatment  4 [U] solid waste matter for the bowels
  • adj. (taboo,slang) bad, of a bad quality
  • verb [V] (taboo,slang) to empty the solid waste from the bowels. a more polite way is to use 'to go to the toilet'. A more formal way is 'to empty the bowel'
crappyadj. (crap.pier, crap.piest) [usually before a noun] (slang) of very bad quality    crapsnoun [U] a gambling game played with two dices.    crap.shootnoun1 a game of craps 2 (informal) a situation whose success or result is based on luck rather than on effort or careful organization

And that is what I got from my ol' pal here, Mr. Dictionary. How about we asked his grandchildren opinion on the word crap.  Click here to see what dictionary.com has to say. Or here to see what other people had defined the word crap, from urbandictioanry.com.

Now for the real question, Why I like them? Why I like to use the word crap? Hmp, actually, I don't really know. Maybe it's easy to pronounce, maybe I'm just some guy who like to swear a lot. Whatever. Tghis post is very educational and that makes my head aches. I gotta go. See ya!

Monday, May 10, 2010

THE WORLD IS A CRAPPY PLACE TO BE

And no, I'm not being cruel to the world. Nor mother nature for goodness sake.

But out of nowhere, few days back, I found out that the world is indeed a very bad idea to live in. Especially nowadays. It is crap and a very bad place to live, breed, eat, sleep, or even start a riot in a library. Everybody seems to be either frigging scary/evil/cruel or gay. Sometimes both. Ugh.

Time, and sometimes poeple, flies fast. So fast that you are, well, sometimes can't even be bothered by the little trivia things happening to the Earth that are not going to cause you YOUR life in like the next minute or so. And if I can slow down the time and poeple's pace, I'd love to. It would make me the King of Time. I'll be on a slow-motion frenzy and make every single living person walk so slow that they would rot just taking a walk from their porch to the toilet. THAT'S SO AWESOME!

Crap.

I'm out of idea. Shit.

Hahaha I think that's what you get when you live in a crappy world and sleeps 4 in the morning after watching too many awesome videos at YouTube. Sometimes we human can't consume so many awesomeness in one time, or we might just burst with rainbow and glitters.

And that is a very bad way to die. What would they even diagnose your cause of death for? A sudden outburst of massive rainbow and glitters due to a  massive consumption of awesome? Hrm, somehow that sounded a lot cooler than I expected it to be.

Whatever it is, world nowadays is a very crappy place to live at. I mean, look around you. There's people being killed out of no reason. People being told that there are winners of some random stupid European lotto draw, which then end up losing even more money than you supposed to win. And you know what even more crappy than all this?

Football. Or soccer. Whichever come first.

I hate football/soccer. You know what I'll just use soccer since there's American Football, so to speak. This issue have even been brought by the Annoying Orange in this particular episode.


As you can see, when we say football, there would be two major posibilities, that are there for no apparent reason. The first one would be football, as in soccer. The second one is a rather private and limited sport I must say, the American football. Which ironically, doesn't suggest much of what the name would.

But still I hate soccer. To me, it is the crappiest game in the world and only losers play this sort of game. But not those international losers, I mean, player. They're good, and for that they are now kicking some balls in the international fields. And the ball is on the ground, not between some mens' legs. 

Soccer are considered craps when you;

A) Play for fun. You're a crap if you play soccer everyday, for 3 whole hours and only take it as a fun and healthy hobby. Because if that is what soccer to you, then Beckham wouldn't be as rich as he is today and Victoria Spice would still be making songs with the now-gone Spice Girls.
B) Play for your country, and your team sucks. It's the truth. You are one of the players for your national team, and all you do is take pictures of you wearing a cargo pants with a shirt, unbuttoned, revealing some hairy chest and then got some girls (probably some guys too) drooling on that photograph. I mean, what's the point of you becoming an athelete when all you do is take pictures and race for the Most Popular Sportsmen Award? You are gay for that.

C) Are a gay. Haha. Great. Imagine this,

Interviewer(I) : So, XXX, you are gay?
Gay Player(GP) : Yes, I am proud to admit that I'm gay. *wink*
I : Umm, okay, so what brings you to playing soccer, or football?
GP : Wow, such a straight question. *giggles* Um, what I like about soccer is that we kick balls, ad also the smell of the sweat when we're on the field, OMG! And not to mention when we all cramped in the shower ohmygod I just can't help myself! 
I : Uhhh...
GP : And also the possibilities of me groping butts or even touching someone's something, if you know what I mean. *double-wink*

Yup. 

D) Can't help but talk about it the whole day. And no, it's not a crap, for you at least. But for those who have to listen to you? Have you ever considered that? And if we all can just ran away from this kind of situation, we would, but guess what? It seems like we're stuck in this damn car in this damn road congestion and you ever want to talk about is soccer? Hello?

E) Can't make a whole lot of money out of it. Well, it make sense. You worked your ass out in the fields kicking balls and all you got is not even worth it! This sucks. That's why we should never make soccer playing as a permanent job. We should at least have a job with, again, AT LEAST double the pay you got when you didn't win in a match, so that you can somehow manage your life in this crumbling world.
F) You're the ball picker. There's nothing else to say.

Yup. To sum it all up, today, I started by talking about how crappy the world are today, with all that crap sutff, no wonder it's a world full of crapp. Next I bluttered out that I had no idea of what to write/type/rant/grunt/kill/slaughter and many more verbs. Then I suddenly took a very dangerous turn and decided to make football/soccer the reason as to why the world is a crappy place to live in. I love blogging! It's so much fun!

Oh and also there these new job opportunities (just saying!)  from FlyFm, a Malaysian radio station, which also happened to be my most favourite radio station! So if you're a Malaysian and currently in Malaysia and are very indeed in the need of fame and money (remember kids, fame comes first before the money!), why don't you guys check this out! 

And don't worry I'm not going to apply because I only talk craps and craps are wonderful to me with an exception of football. Thank you!

Friday, May 7, 2010

TAG-TAG-TAGIDY-TAG-TAG (EVERYDAY IS A FAIRY TAIL)

Disclaimer : This is actually a blog post for nothing, but since my best-girl-friend is challenging me to a stupid challenge, so I'll just do a two-in-one post. YAAAAYY!!

*****

Today was a fairy tail.

And no this is not a Taylor Swift appreciation post. This is actually a post of me, going through a rainy day.


WED, 5th May 2010
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I was playing Maple Story SEA. It was very interesting and fun and exciting and everything that is AWESOME. Then suddenly a series of thunder explodes in the sky. And it was very LOUD. It was like shouting 'DAMN YOU ALL ARE GONNA DIE!', with less word and more action.

Terrified of what happening,I hurried my way to the refrigerator, out of no reason. What I was thinking? But still the fridge at least offer me a refuge from the horror act that was playing outside. But since when I was outside? Hrm, computer games...

I turn around to look at the rain. It was raining heavily. You know how the saying goes, raining cats and dogs? Well I found that saying as crap as t.v ads. How can it be raining cats and dogs? There ain't any cats nor dogs come tumbling down from the sky! Old people sucks. It should be something like 'it's raining water and chemicals' or 'it's raining H and O' as in water molecule H2O.


But, ironically, there was this one fluffy gray cat sitting near the back door, taking shelter from the cats and dogs that were falling from the sky.


See there are water droplets all over her face. Not cat/dog droplets.



I call her Ms. Fluffee, because she was so Fluffee. Haha



Hrm, still raining...



What's that? I didn't know I have THAT!



Someone's watching...



I'm sure there's someone watching.



Hey YOU!





Lady Gaga pose.




And we played most of the time. Such a poor thing she is, lil' Ms. Fluffee. She was really hungry. She even ate that baked banana (a.k.a. pisang goreng) that I bougth earlier. And she was asking for more. Poor thing. I didn't gave her more because then it would be such a waste.

Then approximately five minutes later the rain was tired of explaining to the sky that it was impossible to actually try to pour cats and dogs and that the little machine in Cloudy With a Chance of Meatball only can turn water molecule into food and not animals and that it was destroyed. So the day had stop raining. Not even cats, dogs, nor water came down from the sky.

And Ms. Fluffee then decided that it was the time from her to go and beg some other guys for food. And so she left me. Luckily my computer didn't do the sane thing. Or I might just freaked out. That's all for today. 



STOP looking at ME!

Note : Dear Minem. *sigh* Whatever. I can't find where to look for and there was no 8th picture folder with the 8th picture of nothing so I decided to give you NINE pictures of the same cat. You're welcome.

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Can I Have A New Handphone?

 Yup. Can I have a new phone?

There was this contest, played on the t.v. And the prize were 10 BRAND NEW LG GD 510 POP. It was a series of quetions that contestants needed to collect, through out five days, and then there's a slogan needed to be completed. 

The questions was easy, like always. If you don't know the answers, then Google surely knows it. So it was never really a problem for me. Nor to the other contestants.

The slogan was the real challenge, I think, if we can really take it as a challenge. But alas, I hate it as much as I hate cockroaches and lizards.

And guess what? I didn't win it. Hmph, such a waste of time. Maybe I should just play game, that would be even more rewarding than some smartphone.

The world is so cruel. Now, can I have my new smartphone, really?

Monday, May 3, 2010

A LETTER FOR MY HONEY BEE.

Dear honey bee,

I hope that you are in the pink of health and in the blue of mind.

I'm writing this letter to reply your leter to me. I appreciate it very much that I just had to write this letter. Eventhough your letter to me is very simple and short, I'll make sure this letter of mine is worth posting on/in my blog.

So, how's life? From what I heared and saw (accidently, really) you're in a relationship. And obviously, not with me. Hmph, life goes on. And you sure seems to grow, a lot. I mean, having a spouse (boyfriend is very general you know. Even me is your boyfriend so what the hell?), being in a relationship, getting your license any soon now. You're way a head of me. Even your blog looks even more beautiful than the crap I got here.
Honey bee,

You know that time when we go out? Umm, actually I can't remember when was it and I certainly sure it is somewhat this year. You know what, crap the past. I hate them. Let's just look forward. Skinny girl sucks and curvy girls are a lot sexier.

Next time if we ever go out I want you to treat me, like forever. I love your money you know. Hell, I love everybody's money, as long as it is not mine. Money are beautiful, don't you think so?

When I read your latest blog post, I was like, who is this girl? What happened to the girl who once never give a shit about all this skinny/curvy battle thing? Hmph, I guess she must've grow up. Well, looks like I'm being left behind. But, who cares? At least I don't.

You know our other best friend? Ala that girl who are always with you, and me, with us, whatever. You remember that time when you actually told me something about her being so stock up with all her so-called love story and that she was thinking too high of herself, due to the fact of having someone admiring(?) her? Heh, guess what? The whole world know about that now.

Dear honey bee, 

So what are your plan now? I know you are going to continue your studies in Veterinarian Science. But are you not waiting for that call from JPA? When I look up at their web page, there this notice about the whole result for the PILN programme will be out in like another 2 weeks or so from the date this post being, umm, posted. So, are you going to wait for it? Well, whatever the outcome is going to be, I'll always be on your back, not admiring your back, but supporting it. Umm, your back I mean. Okay not your back literally, but, well you know what I mean. I'll watch your back, yo!

Right now, despite writing this letter for you, I'm watching the Snopp Dogg show, Fatherhood. And he's singing Sensual Seduction. And listening to that make me want to fall asleep this instant. But, I think I'm going to wait a little.
Dear bee,

You know how sometimes life sucks? Well, I don't really know it, like, so damn well about it, but I know that life sucks, sometime. But whatever life is like for you, I want you to always remember me. This is sad. Why would you ever forget about me? You're the meanest person if you ever did that. I hate you! If you forget about me, though. Just remember one thing. I know for sure that it'll take me like another lifetime just to get married, so, if you're going to get married and be in the larbour room, do remember to call me so that I can be your bestman. HAH! Now that's a lot sadder. And I do hope that that will not take me as long as this Tiki Farm to ever finish loading. This game sucks.

Bee,

Regarding your newest post, I always wish to have a very decent ass, like that ass of a swimming athelete that got his swimming suit tore at his behind and reveals some of his nice, buffy ass. I'd like that.

Do you still remember about that little thing we do on our way back home? The one that involves, that little note book of yours, my highligther pen, and the two guys beside us who I wanted to help our other friend hooked up with but end up just laughing and not talking. Well, whatever. The point is if I was given another chance to re-write just whatever that I did write that day, I'll do it like this :