IN NEED OF A CO-HOST

Well, typically, a co-host means that a person or an object that host a certain program or whatever alongside you, the other significant host. 

 Why I need a co-host? Well, as you can see, I clearly took 1 year to actually managed to do a 35 post, in which a year consist only a 54 weeks thus, it seems to me that I am a total loser since I can't even do a 54 post for a 54 weeks-per-year year. Which is stupid. 

And I also need one since I am pretty much a retarded person when I'm sick. And I've been sick for the past three days, which still doesn't explain my unsuccessful 15 soon-to-be post, which I know in soon I mean after some affirmation and financial calculation. *sigh*

And since I am still sick so I won't do a long explanation of why I need a co host.

Sorry I didn't write a post because I am SICK!!

CRAZY DAY WITH BOAT-GIRL

Have you heard? That boat-girl, Abby Sunderland, a 14 years old girl who is on a around-the-world-solo-sailing mission, had her mast broken to a 2-inch stub? Isn't it scary?

Well, I know that that news is kind of not new anymore. But hey, who cares? News are always news, whether they're old or not!

But Abby is not the Boat-Girl I had a crazy day with. Heck, I had many crazy day with her. Hysterically laughing that is! This Boat-Girl I'm talking about is very famous. Very famous. You can hear her voices played on the loud speaker in every 46 stations of KTMB Commuter Station for every 5 minutes or so. It goes something like this:

"...Passengers are reminded that the middle coach is for women at all time. Passengers are also kindly reminded to make way for the off-boarding passengers before getting on boat..."

Now, now there. What you read is what I heard. And it's the truth. The Boat-Girl, had somewhat mis-pronounced the word 'board', with 'boat'. Which is crap. Thus, making me hysterical almost every time I heard that thing. Though the effect seems to lessen these days. But still, I will smile and/or grin if I heard it.

I mean, it's stupid! Who the heck thought that she was the most reliable employee to make that recorded announcement? She clearly didn't pronounced it well! Oh well, I think there's nothing else to be done anyways. I mean it will definitely take a huge load of money (RM1 or RM2) to actually change that recorded announcement. 

Or maybe they are actually trying to make fun of that girl! Yes. She's probably a freshie or a newbie, and they think that it'll be SO great to see she's being made fun of! 

Whatever. But that's not the real reason for me to have a crazy day, especially today.

Today is a very crazy day for several reasons.

One of it is that from the last Sunday, at approximately 8 pm till today, at approximately 11.30 am, I had not taken any kind of bath. Which literally meaning that I had not taken any bath for about, umm, 39 hours and 30 minutes. Now, if you are living in a country that is always cool and the weather is not hot and humid all year long, then you'll probably think:

Hrm, that not too bad you know? I have had not taken bath for like 4 or 5 days once.

Well guess what? Not taking your bath for one whole day when you are not homeless or in an event like camping in the wilderness will make you a person with such of a bad hygiene practice. But lucky me, because at least my body doesn't stink! Not like my fatso sister. Haha!

The other crazy reason for my crazy day is that today, when I woke up this morning, I had a letter with a  cheque worth RM 1,500.00 (I don't know why, but the word cheque is underlined with a wriggly red line. Is it wrong to use it?) And sadly, I had to return that cheque and all that huge load of money!

MOONEEEHHH!!!!

Hahaha. Well don't get me wrong. The money is an advancement money from a study loan that I was entitled to went I signed up for the university thingy. But, my name was taken up for a scholarship! YAAAAYY!! So there is no need for me to take a sum of money that I will end up paying and getting broke, because it is so not worth it. 

Yes! The other reason for my crazy day is that I am getting a study scholarship! YES YES YES!! I'll get to study and not worry about money! NOT ANYMORE!! YEAH!! This is so great! The scholarship program had put me into a local private university, but I am learning in/using Monash University thingy, I don't get it.

Oh well, guess I'm going back to studying. Not that I'm not in the mood, but honestly, I really am not in the mood to study right now. But I guess life had to move on. And I have to get back to studying and all.

*sigh*

Guess after this I'll make a post with the title:

"The Boring Life of A College Student"

*sigh*

Well, those are some of my crazy reason for crazy day today. I'm sure there are more. Right! There are more, well, this one is crazy at least. I don't know when, but somewhere in my sleep last night, I had a pretty damn stupid nightmare. Well, it's not so of a nightmare, it's rather a simple dream. Dreams are good thing right? But what about dreams that you haven't dreamed of having? Wouldn't you call it nightmare, even though no blood, gore, violence, harsh word, and/or excessive nudity are involve?

My dream last night was pretty vague, like what all dreams are like. Unlike dreams, nightmare are prone to be remembered, thus explaining why I can clearly remember this nightmare part of my vague dream. I think I dreamed myself smoking.

SMOKING! I don't know which part of my brain is damaged, but somehow, while I was sleeping, it had managed to create this horrible image of myself smoking! ZOMG!! I hate it! I hate cigarettes! Despite my black pair of lips that clearly suggested many people who met me that I am a heavy smoker, I had not actively smoke. Meaning, I am a passive smoker. Because my brother smoke and sometimes I'm stuck with him in his car and he is smoking. Or maybe sometimes I am stuck with some guys who is smoking and I cannot dismiss myself because we are having a briefing and all.

But still, whatever it is, I had no doubt of saying that I try my hardest not to smoke cigarette. That is my pledge!

Well, enough with smoke and cigarettes. It can cause fire. The Boat-Girl had made an announcement and caused Abby's mast to be mast-sively damaged and causing her to 'boat' a fishing boat. Okay whatever. Buhbye!

IMMA JUNKIE! : YouTube.

I am addicted to YouTube.

My life is pretty much, arranged, in away. It's like I have this checklist of

'THINGS TO DO WHEN I AM ONLINE!!'

Umm..

Well the last part is not supposed to be there.

Note: Oh and by the way, I really do love reading manga. (If you are a weirdo who don't know what's a manga is and loves saying vasectomy out loud in front of your old neighbours, please click here.)

But the one thing that hasn't put me down yet is YouTube. No matter how long ago the video is uploaded, seeing it for no matter how many times, I would be so fascinated by it.

Believe it or not, YouTube, if in real life, is only another kid in the kindergarten. Hah! YouTube is only 5 years old this year, for goodness sake! And I thought I was younger! You would not believe it. I mean all those videos and new upgrades and new system and all, yet it is only five years!

It made me wonder though, all those videos that I've saw way before 2005, where does that come from? Hrm...

Nevertheless, YouTube had managed to make lives of many people, even, better? Yup definitely better.

I have many favourite YouTubers! A lot of them! It's like a bunch of favourite cookies. And the best part is the cookies never, not once, not now, not whenever, will ever finished! YES YES YES!!! It's like every children (and some adults too) dream! Imagine an unlimited supply of cookies, and to top it off, an unlimited supply of CHOCOLATE cookies! That gives 'sustainable' a whole new definition.

I know I sounded like a total loser right now, I can't tell you why this is happening. But I do think that I behave some kind of strange and weird today. Must be something I eat. Remember kid, you are what you eat!

Note: Just as a side note, it took me 4 days to actually come up with what you had just read. Isn't it WONDERFUL?! So don't blame me if this post sounded weird or anything okay?

For me, YouTube is the most brilliant platform for an average Joe, or an average Julie (Julie, isn't it?), and then push them up the ladder of success like 'hell no one else can do that!' kind of way. If you've been keeping up with the YouTube elites (they are elites, really!) then you will noticed how at one point of their Internet live, they will stumble upon something great.

For example, this guy, who stumble upon Miley Cyrus for real after making a lot of 'fun' with her in his basement.

And also these guys who made a contract with McDonald for a TV ad for being so enthusiastic in making a war based only on t-shirts.

How a 3 years old cries over a 12 years old... I think so, he's probably younger, maybe 8 or 6, I don't know.

(Okay this sucks, they suddenly thought, "hye you know what? we're gonna disable the embeding option and let all them cry!" Sheesh, such a dork. Click here though, regardless if you've watched it over and over and over and oven. )

This guy who recorded almost everything in his life, including a vlog of his wife delivering their 4th son. Congrats Shay Carl and Katilette for their newest addition!

This girl, made it phenomenon-ically through YouTube. Oh wait, she didn't started from YouTube, it's my space. Ah, I don't care. She made it in YouTube!

There's even this guy who made a video, of himself, in a Photoshop.

And even videos on how to sneak into a red carpet event and pretend that you're one of the press, regardless if you're in Hollywood or not.

There are tons of videos in YouTube. The ones that I embedded here are the one from those which I constantly wait for every week, except for the 3 years old girl. Or you can just call them elite YouTubers and/or YouTube Elites. I don't know how but someone in YouTube gave these top YouTubers that name.  And for me, it sounded perfectly purr-fect!

Being in YouTube for quite some time and then becoming addicted to it, I have some of my very own list of favourite YouTubers. And yes, I do have my own YouTube account, yes, I can make my own youTube channel, but sadly, no, I don't have any decent camera or video cam to actually record any random crap that might come out from my mouth or any other body parts of mine that make sound.

My YouTube account is just for 1) fun, 2) commenting and 3) watching rated videos :). The no. 3 is only used in a certain part of the day when I felt that my life is crappy and only craps can help me get up. No pun intended.

So yeah, this is my list of my most favourie YouTubers that I have watched and had never failed to wait eagerly for more. (The orders are random, except that the no.1 is my no.1) 

1. Shane Dawson - ShaneDawsonTV, ShaneDawsonTV2, Shane (his iPhone channel)

2. Brittani Louise Taylor - Cupcakes addict.

3. Shay Carl (ShayCarl, SHAYTARDS) - everyone in his family is a tard, even his bed.

4. Joe Penna (MysteryGuitarMan) - really cool videos!

5. Dane Boe (daneboe, AnnoyingOrange) - an orange, that annoys the whole world. And universe.

6. Dave (what-ever-his-last-name-is) (davedays) - he met Miley!

7. Kassem (KassemG) - he interviews porn star. FOR REAL

8. Justine Ezarik (iJustine) - she claims that she comes up with this name way before iCarly was born. And she's an Apple fanatic

9. The Station - a group of YouTubers, doing what they do best. Filming, together.

10. Take180 - another group of YouTubers that get together and do what is in their job prescription. Parody.

Yeah. Well, that's probably my best top 10 most favourite YouTubers Personal or Group. Sadly, I didn't subscribed to any of them. Not even Shane. But, what I did every week was getting them an increase in the numbers of view! YAAAAYY!! for Internet charity! 

So yeah, if you're wandering what I've had wondered out after some wandering done, please do wonder into the world of YouTube, and made your day there!

Or if you refuse and don't want to go there, click here instead. I promise you it won't take you to YouTube. Believe me in this. Trust me. Oh okay it's here, click here. You know what, just click whichever here that you want, it doesn't matter. Just make sure you don't click here.

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Note: This blog post was done entirely by interest and not money, although money may come if they want to. What I'm trying to say is that Google or YouTube never made any agreements to pay me for doing this blog post, because, as you can see and/or read, I sox! So you better back off or I'll farting fart you in your air hole and fart the sox off you, you moda farter bleach!

IMMA JUNKIE!

Yup. I had a problem with the Internet.

And it's a BIG one.

I am currently addicted to many things that can be found in the Internet.I don't know why, but I thing the Internet is like a job to me. Especially now, since I am currently a lazy, unemployed bastard that manage to harness enough fat to make all cannibal in this whole wide world be happy for the rest of their life. Ugh.

The Internet is SO majestic that I think it is a very vital sign that you are alive. Not having the Internet, AND not having any job/chores to do (i.e. study, work, volunteering job, etc. etc.) that actually kept you away from any device that have an unlimited access to the Internet may lead to sudden increment of boredom and later, death.

Saved by the bell!

No, I don't watch it, nor I was alive at that particular time.

The Internet is so vast that I believe I had repeated that word for several time now. I tried to look up to my previous post and was in vain. I can't seem to find any 'The Internet is so vast' word. I am so sad. It make me look like a snail. 

The Internet is so vast that it make me look like a snail! YAAAAYY!!

And for some reason, snail, that are not eaten by French, are very slimy and yucky and gooey and sticky.

Okay, so next we'll have a IMMA JUNKIE! section. Which I'll talk about how to fart loudly and why the Internet is so cool. 

If the Internet is a person breathing and all, I'm sure he's going to be the ruler of the world.

And I'm sure if the Internet is a person breathing and all, the Internet has a penis.

FAMILY: Oh, Brother!

I guess I had never told any of you guys who read my blog what my family is like.

Well, honestly, I think my family is okay. That's it. It is just okay. There are no, like, over-protective, sweet, cuddly type of family. It is just an okay family. Which for me, fortunately, is totally great. Totally okay.

I still have both my parents. My father is... Um... Wait. Okay my father is now 63, this coming October. My mother is going to be something like 54 or something I don't know. Hahaha. *sigh*

I also have an older brother, who is turning 31 this year, a sister who is 24 last May, (ME!) and a little sister, who is (fat and) 12 years old. Before my (fat) little sister, I had another one little sister who died 7 days after her birth. She had some kind of internal problem, and was having difficulties in breathing. Poor her. 

But in this particular post, I am going to talk about - guess, guess!! - my older brother. Now don't get me wrong, but I'm doing this mainly because yesterday was his big day. He got married yesterday! (5th June 2010).

First off congratulations to him. Despite having to argue, fight, scowl, run away, and battle it out with my parents for this wedding, he had finally made it through and is now doing whatever he is doing with his wife. Ugh. 

This wedding, if I can say, is a total disaster. My brother, who I think is probably too eager to get married, decided that he will organized it all by himself. And that made both my parents mad. And they had probably boiled their brains out just thinking about the wedding and stuffs.

And this self-planned wedding happened all to the first part of a normal Malay-style wedding, the engagement ceremony thingy. My brother, being himself, had figured out everything and had even consulted with the girl's family, about almost everything. From the budgets to the representative to everything, they had figured it out. My brother and the girl's family, I mean. 

My father, being himself, all noisy and stubborn and hard-headed and bad tempered and all was clearly infuriated with my brother's decision. But, since this is all a good thing, my father had not said much about this. If you're willing to consider a recap of ALL your bad doings through your whole farting life as a 'not said much', then yeah, he had not said much.

The wedding plan, on the other hand, was even worst than the engagement thingy. My brother and the girl, had decided to take the girl's mothers' words all too seriously, when she said that 'the sooner the better'. They had already organized the whole things (budget, food, dresses, etc. etc.) a month earlier before my brother told my parents about their fast-track wedding plan. 

My parents' reaction might have made them the proud owner of the Academy Award for Best Supporting Male and Female Character in a Prime Time TV Drama. I would be so proud. If that was what supposed to be happening. Instead, almost every time they argued and scowled at each other, I had to plugged my MP3 and start listening to some ugly lady singing about her dream. 

Enough about their prehistoric fight and argument. I hate it. Now let's talk about my brother and why I hate him. 

Yup. You read it correctly. I hate him. Well, maybe not as much as I hate the Israelis, but still I do not like him. He is probably the person that I hate the most in this household apart from the rat, the cockroaches, and the lizards. 

I don't like his room. His room probably smelled of a dead rat that was preciously his pet but soon died from a diarrhea or something. But seriously, every time I had to go inside his room to wake him up, I would most like either 1) cover my mouth and nose, or 2) hold my breath. 

By the way, I prefer no. 2 since it actually helps me with my cardio training. 

He is also the biggest a-hole in this household. He practically woke up late in the noon, or rather early evening, being as cranky as he can, eat, while staining the whole house with his stinkiness, and then start to tell people to go fart off somewhere else. 

He also loves to smoke. And thanks to him, I am now officially a passive smoker. Well, maybe it's a little 7 years too late to thank him, but I think now is still okay. 

He is also the reason for my crave to kill any living thing. Though the only living thing that I had managed to killed did not come from the homo sapien genus. 

Another reason for me to hate him is that he uses a lot of money. Especially my money. He had practically took a total of RM 130.00 away from me. Although he had given me some used t-shirts of his, but taking my money is rather a little bit too much.

Other than that, I hate him for being such an a-hole. 

But still, talking to him, after he had taken his bath and all, was really a good thing. I never knew that he had such a soft spot, especially for his size. It makes him look kind of like that huge fat gay guy for the movie 'Another Gay Movie'. 

Well, I guess he is human after all. And to even strengthen that point, he is my brother. 

Whatever it is, I still loves him as a human, but hate him at the same time. I am hoping, now that he is married and all, that he would leave this house sooner so that I can take his room and make it into my sweet-scented paradise room. Hrmm...

Okay! That's all about my brother. If you are going for a wedding, or if you yourself are going through your wedding, be it your first, second, or third, may you have a huge great day filled with mighty-ly huge awesomeness that came down from the highest greatest sky! HAPPY FARTING WEDDING DAY!

Note: I am trying my very best to get as many post as I can, but right I think the progress I'm making is directly proportional to the number of reader that I get per day. So I guess that explains everything. If it's not, just considered yourself handicapped. Sorry.

COLOURED EYES, CRAZY PEOPLE, AND FREE TAMPONS.

And you thought that you had seen the craziest people ever lived.

Well, I didn't actually get to see the real craziest people who ever lived, but I know I've seen people acting crazy. And for me, that's crazy enough.

I don't know what's up with people my age nowadays. They are practically becoming more and more retarded as the world becoming more and more polluted. Got to be something to do with the ozone layer depletion and excessive UV rays. Note to self: Stay inside.

For the past three days, (Friday, May 28th - Sunday, May 30th) I had met many celebrities.Now just to clear things up, celebrities are not just artists, okay? They are people who are easily recognised. Even Wikipedia say so. Thus anybody who is easily noticed by someone else are qualified as a celebrity. That also means that artist or famous people who are not recognisable are not celebrities. That from my view. 

The celebrities I met ranged from artists, to politician and/or ministers, to famous media people, to my friends. Okay, my friends are my celebrities, so just pass that out. I've met artists like Datin Norjuma, Dato' Siti Nurhaliza, Yuna, Bittersweet, Caprice, Hunny Madu, Fara Fauzana, Paul Moss, JFK, Bienda, Hafiz, Adibah Noor, Lapsap, and God-knows- who.  

Besides artist I had also met some of the people who made sure that this country is moving, and that the Earth is still spinning. Though I think that is just an exaggeration. I've met people like The Minister of Youth and Sport, the deputy Minister of  International Trade and Industry, the Deputy Secretary-General of ASEAN, the American Ambassador, the deputy Minister of Higher Education, the Vice President of Malaysian Youth Council, and (also) God-knows-who.

Meeting all this people, sadly, hadn't changed me much. Unlike other people who had experienced starstruck. Which I personally think is a stupid way to act, especially in front of these people. I mean they are people, just like us. The only difference is that she/he made more money a day than you did, and that they are a lot more famous than you are, regardless of the number of friends you have in Facebook. 

It really moved me seeing these people, who claimed (by me) to be so starstruck-ed, that they could run all over a country just to get a picture with these famous people. I mean, of course they are famous, but guys, if you claimed that you met and probably mingled with them, you won't get shot just because you don't have any physical prove.

I mean, if that's the case, than I can surely claimed that I've been in a room with sexy Beyonce!

But of course. You won't believe that and would most probably said that the picture is a fake, and that I'm a fake, so who gives the world a crap?

The crazy (or craziest) people that I met recently are labeled crazy for their most unusual crazy dance routine. They are like the most incomprehensible, down-right stupid, crazy, killer-machine like, vigorous dance moves I've ever seen. It could surely fit the description of a Kamikaze (read: dance to kill).

These people, crazy people, moves as if there is no tomorrow. They hardly care if there is an elderly person trying to kill the worm that had lived for 6 minutes in his banana.

Heck, they apparently can't even see the correct way to move. It's like they had lost their capability to coordinate themselves and move in a straight line.

To make it even more simpler and easy-to-digest-ier, let me gives you a simple analogy.

As you can see, in the picture above are some atoms in an unknown element. It is very equivalent to a number of people in a crowd waiting for their favourite band to play their favourite song, which later I believe will only be disappointed as their favourite band seems to play their newest songs which is not our crowd favourite songs. But that is later, not now. For now, lets just cherish the moment. 

 

In this picture, as you can see, there are an enormous amount of fire in the background. The fire here is like the energy given to each of the atoms, in which the energy is given through the songs played by the favourite band. You can see there are many different reactions given by the audience. This may lead to a very bad thing.

 And lastly, due to an enormous amount of wasted energy, these atoms will vigorously move around in order to use the energy gained. This act may be caused by a very deep sense of humility and self-conscious. When a person gives you something, you had to give back to him in whatever ways that suit you. Thus, in a crowd of people in a concert, given that (noises produce by bands = energy gained by atoms), the most appropriate way is to move around vigorously and constantly bumped into another anonymous guy and never did say anything, especially sorry.

This may sound a little like nothing much to be worried about. I mean, it is only colliding. IF that was the problem. These guys, considering that they are the craziest people I've ever met in my life, move constantly around while keeping their hands and feet busy. They kick, punch, and hop like there is boxing competition going on and they are the competitors.

And this kids, are very dangerous. Do not attempt any of those in your life, or consider yourself mentally ill.

You must be wondering where I met all these people. Guess what? Here. In Malaysia.

It is the YOUTHFEST'10!

But it had finished. The festival was going on from 28th of May till the 30th of May, which was last Sunday. I was there as a volunteer. Surprisingly enough, my first ever volunteering job was to walk with known celebrities and be their bodyguards' sidekick. Which was totally awesome! In the same time, very, very tiring.

I know, walking with the stars usually cuts off all those fheggedy tiredness and stuff, but guess what? That is true if you had a mental breakdown every time you met a celebrity. Me, on the other hand, was as normal as a person. Maybe as normal as a person. I don't care.

But what matters about the Youth'10 is not who came there for some exasperating long walk. It is about the events and things going on during the festival. There were tons, and by that I mean hundreds of things going on through out the whole three days.

If you are interested in what happened in the past, pleas click here.

If you are interested in what happening now, please click here.

If you interested in what happening in the future please click here.

What make this event even more memorable and worth-the-world for me is that Ciba Vision  gave out free contact lenses for everybody! And I got two! And I had my eyes coloured for TWO FIRGGING DAYS!

Sadly, there was no photo of any sort taken during my coloured eyes days. Which was very sad for I had a very nice eyes, thanks to Ciba Vision. But whether you believe me or not, believe me, I do not care about it at all.

So yes, that was probably the best three days I had ever had, apart from any other best three days that was also my few bestest days which I did not spent volunteering. And to top it off, I finally made a foreigner friend! She a French lady who is teaching in Chiang Mai, Thailand who is currently couch surfing her way into Malaysia. Whatever it is, Gaelle Linard, good luck!

P/s: Oh, just another quick update. Currently I am supporting this campaign by KFC, known for their undeniably delicious chickens (ummm.... Zinger..). So if you are a fan of KFC, do check out this event by them. Click on the picture below for more information and please do support this campaign for I love KFC!! Thanks a lot!