I have no idea what to blog about. I was on holiday. Semester break to be exact. I wish it was shorter. Home was fine but staying at home for too long was not good for my creative mind.
But now I'm back. Hello people. Hello, new reader "Tzen". Bella's right. What are you doing here? Why woman why? Are you prepared to be poisoned by the insights that my twisted lil mind has to offer? ARE YOU?!? Nonetheless, welcome to my mind's little playground.
So... what should I rant about? How being on holiday almost drove me to the brink of insanity? How degradingly retarded I felt being in the tranquility of my parents' humble abode? Home was uninspiring to say the very least.
But I did find out something. In Indonesia, masturbation is punishable by decapitation. The question is which head?
Yeah, the things you find on the net.
Sorry about the blogskin. I can't stand all the brightness of colours that reach out to my eyes each time I log in. Yeah, I have this allergy to things bright and such. My biggest kryptonite is the SUN. I cannot stand the glory of its evil brightness. I wish I was living in Alaska. 30 days of night. Which reminds me:
Another horror movie that I wanna watch it. Call me a fool for all things fancy but the trailer are the ones that get to me the most. There are numerous times where I have been suckered into watching a movie that is a waste of good time and money. Sad really. I really love movies but sometimes advertising does a too good of a job to make the movies so alluring.
I am drawing a blank...
* B L A N K *
What else can I blog? Oh Bella, I dont get it why u choose to tag me when you can just nudge me on MSN. Is it because you want people to see the loathe and angst that you have for me?
Well then.. IF that's the way you like it... Nevermind. I was just trying to pick a topic and a fight with good ol' Bella.
Bitch!!!!
Yet another frail attempt to stir some emotion within dear Annabella Chong.
Yup, nothing to blog about.
I do know that I have decided to move out of the house when I start attachments. I love my family but my parents are so lovingly humdrum that nothing interesting ever happens. I wish just once they told me something really amazing like:
"Son, your mom and I have something to tell you. We've just adopted a pet rhinoceros. With you in school and everything, it was getting pretty lonely and we thought that the pitter-patter of really big hoofs would bring some joy back in our lives."
Lord knows how much I want a baby brother rhinoceros.
Can anyone tell me what is "Tur Kua"? I dono oso. Yes, blog skin was totally random. Very random in its picking. I'll work more on it once I have the time.
And if you people have the time to check out the entry on "Puki", the bank mascot, I finally found out what some of the words mean and the lyrics are as follows:
Puki, Puki, Puki, very cute
Puki, Puki, Puki, I love you.
And towards the end it's something about the one called Puki. That commercial is so goddamn funny without even trying to be. And not to mention vulgar. I am sorry for any sexist remarks or references to any genitalia. But I cant help it. The truth has to be known. IT HAS TO BE KNOWN DAMMIT!!!!!!!
I guess that's it for one night. Need to get some rest for tomorrow. I hope your happy You Who Forced Me To Blog. Yes!!! You, you little person!!
Good night. I SAY GOOD NIGHT --------> I love "That 70s Show".
There's something about sleep that I cannot seem to comprehend - It's the fact that I need it. The fact that I myself find the idea of sleeping redundant does not necessarily mean I don't want it. Although there are times that I could do without sleep and carry on with life half-cocked and unreasonably angry. Its just that there are times when sleep is a waste of time. For example working on the last few lines of an assignment or studying in the final hour for a big, important final that arbitrarily produces ramifications that could severely damage a well planned future.
Sleep is bad. What is even more bad is when you can't bloody sleep. I slept around 8 this morning and the fact that I needed to get out of bed before 2 was not helping me at all. I was so anxious about not being able to attend an appointment that I couldn't put myself to sleep. Then again, it must have been the Coke that I downed. Make it two bottles of Coke that I down. Or the fact that nicotine, a substance that contains similar properties to that of caffeine which is an ingredient in Coke, heightens alertness and well so to speak causes your central nervous system to work twice as much.
Whatever it is, insomnia is a bitch. Now I can't go back to sleep. However, the upside of being agitated and frustrated (at the fact that no matter how many positions you tried in bed, your eyes just wouldn't close. Wait! That didn't come out right. I hope your not thinking about sex all of a sudden. Anyhooo...) on being sleepless, you just give up altogether.
And then your mind starts to wander.
Some say epiphanies usually come at the strangest times, like being in the toilet for too long. I guess that's where the guy who invented the toilet paper wachamacallit thing with the roller so that each and every time you wanna wipe that gorgeous shit shooter if yours clean, its within reach. Or how the guy was caught up in a four way junction accident suddenly thought up how cool it was if there was a rule or even a DEVICE *gasps* of who goes first. Or how the first someone doing something and suddenly came up with post-its, which by the way, if you take time to read the packaging at the that back says,"Colours may bleed when wet." Yeah, I can imagine my YELLOW post-it hemorrhaging red when i spill water on it.
Or maybe how the guy who cant sleep came up with an entry for a blog *ding, ding, ding, ding....*
Then again, maybe its just my veins are so pumped up with nicotine and caffeine that my brain is ultra-alertness. What do you think? Hmmmmm...
Anyways, got to go. But before I leave, I wanna share with you the new God Of War trailer.
Good stuff aint it? Yeah, my insomnia has take me to places where I found this degradation of good entertainment. But it is damn funny. Good day people.
Life is moving slow for me right now. Not because, nothing's happening but mainly its because I choose to bum around the place. Why? It is the logical to do. The word productive is subject to interpretation. I am not being productive? I think I am because I am letting my body recuperate after a long and tiring semester. Plus, I have a cold. It's something about being slightly sick that just makes you want to pamper yourself. In my case, it's being a in peace with my mattress.
*Achoooooo* Sorry *wipes snot off of screen*
I hate colds and runny noses. Its because I have a tendency to squirt mucous from my nostrils no matter how hard I try to hold it in. It only takes one achoo and snot just flies out of your nostrils just like Power Rangers springing into action each time from whatever hole they were held up as soon as trouble appears. Goddamit those evil liquids of useless slime.
And if you're really persistent and by some twist of fate ordained by some almighty power that you manage to at least contain a potential slime splash, snot just travels up your head and into you ear canal or forces air up it that the inner wax of your canal just crumbles in one miniature thump that your whole world turns completely mute. Yeah, that actually happens. I was practically audibly impaired for a week. Cause: Undetermined. But it did happen after a snot-filled sneeze.
I've actually seen people done this but sometimes I've notice someone actually sneeze and cover their mouth and then stuffs their hands in their pockets. Maybe its not my place to say anything or that it's my rat's ass to give a flying hoot of what he does with his mucous but DUDE, I saw like half a pint of snot on your hands when you took it off your nose, don't casually try to wipe your hands on the inside of your pockets and pretend I didn't notice is screaming in your head. The worst thing is some people actually think sharing is caring and that a handshake with his snot-coated digits is a sign of friendship.
Would you like glazed fingers to go with that, sir?
One more thing that bothers me when I have a cold is that somehow I feel that if I sleep in the wrong position, I might die an undignified death of drowning in my own snot. Yes, I have that fear of being smothered by my body's own waste because at times I often wake up, face up, gargling in my own saliva and snot and choking. Don't worry. It only happens when I have a cold and besides, I wouldn't blame anyone for not giving me CPR now that they knew the truth. Dying in your own fluids as I have stated before is not cool. That and being thrown in a vat filled with my own shit. Life without any dignity is far more better than dying undignified and forever remembered for it.
What killed him? His own shit. That would look bad on my tombstone.
He Who Has No Name Born: 1982 Died Rancidly In His Own Shit: ****
May He Forever Be Remembered For The Shit That He's Done And Not The Shit That's Done Him.
Sorry for digressing. Where was I? Right, dying in my own snot.
Funny how when you have a cold, you appreciate more of the finer things in life that involves your nostrils and all that nasal cavity that comes after it. You'd do anything to have an airway that is not congested and effortlessly allows air into your lungs. Because we all know what happens when you don't breathe. YOU DIE!!!!!
With that amongst all things that could happen, food, when you have a cold, taste like, well, your flip-flops. It amazes me how the tongue could be so dependent on your sense of smell.
On top of all that, I still think snot projectiles are your worst social enemies. You never know when and who gets it.
And the hell is running nose suppose to mean? Is it because, your nose is similar to a running tap when it's clogged with mucous and gravity as we know it lets it flow downwards to the nearest orifice. After all that snot is cleared up, the worst concerns that you would have would be, yeah you guessed it, boogers. Oops, was I boogerly incorrect. Let's try dried nasal mucous.
I need tissue. And probably some actifed syrup. Yeah, the ones that they give to you in hospitals when you have a cold. Good night people.
Here's how this post came about. I was hanging out at Noi's place (because you know its the holidays and after all that hard work I had to put up with i deserve a break) and I was playing Pro-Evo with some kid who's a bastard product of someone's loins that I couldn't care less about. For those of you who don't know what Pro-Evo is, its short for Pro-Evolution Soccer (refer to pix below).
I chose this picture because it has Pierluigi Collina, of one of the most respected referees in football history, on the cover. Plus I think he looks funny.
And a bastard looks like this
I felt like doing that. He was the first bastard to come to mind. Poor idiot can't even make another idiot happy that they had to file for divorce. It's actually difficult to comprehend who's the bigger idiot in that marriage.
Anyways, I wasn't so keen on playing this kid, because for one thing, i dont even know the guy. Eventually, it turned out this kid was one of those obnoxious 17 year olds who take pride in scoring half a dozen goals and making sure that the other guy knows about it. You should have seen him. He sounded so condescending I felt like kicking his ass right then and there. Each goal he scored he made it sound like he scored one in the World Cup. My interest just went out the window after that. It was no longer enjoyable but rather it was annoying.
Youth and arrogance I guess. So I ended losing like 3 matches to the fucker. Besides, its no fun when you know the other person plays like his life depends on it. It's just a game dude!!! Games are supposed to be fun. Not a death match.
I mean when I scored goals you could hear him cursing and all of a sudden his boisterousness just subsides and he's dead serious on scoring. I mean C'MMMOONNNNNN.... it's a just a freaking game dude.
The thing that was funny was when ABu, Noi's brother, was playing him. I guess Abu just got fed up with his arrogance that he said something that I will remember for a long time. "Now I know why we both lost to you. It's because you've never masturbated before in your whole life. Your hands are still flexible. You probably don't think about girls at all."
I laughed so hard i couldn't stop crying. Practically the whole room was laughing along with me.
Kudos to you, Abu. You the MAN!!!!
Regardless of whether or not Abu was sore with the losing, that was one of the best comebacks that I have ever heard. I think that got him all shy and humbled he practically quiet down and it face was flaring red.
Maybe its the male ego you know. Men developed their balls early in life and therefore think they can conquer every single thing in their path. Why balls? Why, God, why? Testicular fortitude is a replacement for a devoid of true self confidence. That's what I think. I got dared once to pierce my ear by my friend right then and there using only a safety pin. I did it. And I ended up with a swollen earlobe that lasted for a week. I had an earlobe that looked like a shiny christmas tree ornament.
Boys are so condescending that they think they're gods sometimes. Each time I see a group of guys all dressed up in the same way, punks, rappers, emos... I actually feel sad for myself for being the male of the species. Nobody wants to be out of place. Its like being in a pack of wolves, if u cant keep up then your out of the pack.
I hate having an ego though. It drives me mad when my ego works up and doesnt wanna lose. What can I say? I am Leo. Leo's are cursed with congenital egos. But then again, I think I got it from my mom.
And just in case anyone's wondering to the above statement that Abu made, I only have on thing and one thing to say, I'm coming 25. If a guy has never manipulated his wiener to pleasure himself in that way or let someone else do it to him by the age of 21, then I say he probably squats when he pees because he's probably too scared to see his own dick let alone hold it. You can quote me on that.
Yes, I know. That was gross. But the facts of life are gross. And with that I bid everyone good night. Good night.
P.S: Here's a video starring *coughs, coughs*. Enjoy. I loved it. Very stylish.
Currently listening to Metallica's Call of Ktulu. Dammit!!! The bloody thing changed on me as I was typing. Was Listening to Metallica. Now listening to Breaking Benjamin's Rain.
I know. The title sounds corny and its a semi rip off of some cheap zombie horror movie that scares me as much as watching cheese mold. I just cant think of a good title right now so... bah humbug to u.
However, this is going to be one of those entries where I deal with the weight that hung on my shoulders for the last 7 days. The weight that is my dissertation. It was 8.45 am today that I finally handed it in. The moment I lay down those three copies of "my future" onto my tutor's desk, it was as if the whole weight of the my world fell off my shoulder and onto the floors in one big splat.
That's how I imagine my life. One big giant blob, a conceptual fluid-like mass. Anyways, here I am. Just like I said before. An entry that deserves every feministic criticism that is long way overdue on my part. Why? Because I am so happy right now that angst-fueled lyrics and heavy guitar riffs just cant contain and I like looking at the opposite sex.
I am not making sense am I? Yeah I dont get me too. I am just playing out this overwhelming urge to do something malicious tonight.
Anyways....
Yeah well... i decided not to but this is something that is just so wrong on so many levels. I am trying so desperately to contain all the weird and dirty things that goes through my mind after I watch that video. And more importantly there is this slight issue that Puki become happy when you put money into that slit of his/hers. I got this picture of a bank commercial from, surprisingly, someone who works in a bank. *waves at Vick franctically*
Out of curiosity, I decided to Youtube it because I figured it just might have a video. Sadly, I was right.
This ad is so freaking funny. Not to them apparently but it is funny to us isnt it? Imagine a bunch of kids singing to this song. They might as well have named the lil pork chop "Chee Bai". I just hope that someone explains what "Puki" means to those bastards and then just take a picture of their faces afterwards. A picture of a bunch of bastards who pimped a piglet named after the female genitalia. Talk about a public relations fuck-up.
One more thing, can someone just translate the lyrics for me please? Because I kinda want to make sure what the lil pink char xiu is really singing about. And if I am right, and I think I am, that is just icing on a big fat bacon cake.
Yes, please... I need to know. Alright then people. Good night.
-He Who Has No Name-
I prefer to be nameless but somehow that isn't working. I rant about anything that comes to my mind and most of the time my fingers won't do what my brain tells them what to do. Hence, the typos.
