The good old days

ART ATTACK mates, is a dope show, seriously it is, when i was younger i used to watch this on the tele because its dope like that...

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Milk?

As i was going through the isles in my local grocery store, i suddenly had this question about the term "soy bean milk". The question that comes to mind, why is it called, milk? I mean, the liquid is extracted from soy beans, would should be reasonable to call it as, well, soy bean juice, wouldn't it? Because if u think about it, grape juice is well, extracted from grape, why isn't soy bean milk is called soy bean juice when it has pretty much the same process?

Went to wikipedia and some do call it as soy bean juice...

So yeah, i'm just posting this out of boredom...

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Christmas

Merry christmas to my Christian mates and those who celebrate christmas around the world...

May good things happen to you... :)

Foursquare

If a guy is banging his girlfriend as he is on foursquare, can he be the mayor of the girl's ass?

Or, if the guy is on foursquare again and is also banging the girl's ass, again, can he actually put there, "so and so just checked into so and so's ass".

Random thoughts...

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Come to think of it

When i see my previous post, it's just a wanker's excuse for being a failure, i dont need a bloody slap in the face to reinvent myself, so yeah, i said that, word...

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Re

I have always said to myself, its time to reinvent myself, to change for the better, to kick off old habits, to start off, fresh. Deluded into the this mindset where my capabilities are adequate when it is nowhere near the capacity where it can bring back good results. No, good is not the adjective, it's about being the best, to overcome with the odds stacked against me, which i always take it lightly and it's jeopardizing my future. This predicament, is exactly what I needed.

The wake up call, the spark to bring me back on solid ground, this seems to be it, rise and taste reality, the ultimate slap in the face, and to pick up the pieces where i have left off and reinvent myself, that will be the order for next semester. I must agree, I'm not getting younger, if the results stay stagnant, so will the future, and that is, by all means have to be avoided. But then again, talking alone is not enough, actions must accompany it, so, the stepping stone is there, it's just a matter of taking the leap of faith from being an arrogant douchebag to a humble, wise man... i guess...



Accepting defeat is the first step in self-humility...

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A reason

Sometimes, people have the sensation to feel, love and no one is an exception towards this, it comes in many different forms, either it's a love from a mother towards her child, a love from a lover to his/her partner. Now people always say that it's love which keeps a relationship together or pity which keeps it together, the way I see it, it's not true. It's communication and understanding which keeps a relationship together for a very long time.

Some may be blessed with this gift of being able to communicate with their partner, some aren't so lucky. The way that one can truly understand his/her partner is through communication as said numerous times by psychologists/therapists and this helps to go a very long way. People have different opinions about different things, trying to comprehend and sync a set of beliefs of another person might be difficult but it's those little things which keeps a relationship together, to make it work, because as everything else in this world, relationships are a sort of mechanism which is operated by two beings and it is fueled by a mix of love, compassion, communication and understanding, but sadly, some people have only two of these properties, which causes this mechanism called a relationship unable to work.

Have an understanding towards your partner can go a long way...

I have no idea why i'm in the mood to write this, but hey, what to do, got the jive going on, hahaha!



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Glory to mother Russia

Congratulations to Russia for winning the 2012 World Cup, it's kind of an inevitable choice because, come on mates, its Russia, formerly known as USSR during its communist days. It's the freaking biggest country in the world, and the most powerful to me because Napoleon and Hitler, 2 of the most powerful dictators/leaders/tyrants/heroes in the world couldn't hold a prayer, against the wrath of Mother Russia.

Some of the people who shape the world we know today are from Russia such as Catherine the Great, Ivan the terrible, Lenin, Stalin, Rachmaninov, Tchaikovsky, and, Zangief to name a few.

Terror

But in the land which Tetris and drunk Russians with their 16 year-old brides come from, none of them have a more powerful impact on the voting other than this man...

Ultimate Terror

Vladimir Putin, the baddest leader ever in the world, even Kim Jong Il can't surpass him in the badass category, how bad is he? If Obama is good at shooting hoops, this guy is good at whooping asses, he holds a 6th dan in Judo besides from practicing Sambo, earning the title master of sports for both martial arts and he's a former KGB agent (how more bad ass can you get?).

I bet if u would put him in the middle of a thick jungle alone, he would come back to civilization with battle scars acquired from fighting wolves, tigers, big foot, bears and big foot, which he wins and kills every single one, every single time.

The last image of big foot before he got owned by Putin

Shit, i think he would decimate Zangief if they were to battle it out in a ring and i think that is why the Russian Federation won the right to host the 2018 World Cup, not democracy, not by how footballing has progressed in that country, it's because of this man, he pawns all, and that is a wise enough decision why you should NOT vote against Russia.

Again, congratulations to Russia for hosting the 2018 World Cup...

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Being, perfect...

There is no such thing as being a perfect person/thing/being so on, u just can't, why am i saying this? Perfect is nothing more than a superlative which is impossible to accomplish. Think of this. If you have perfect grades so on and so forth, u failed at being a failure. U lean more towards achievement rather than failure, therefore, u fail at failing and vice versa, being perfect, as I see it, is being perfect at both things, at being both a failure and an achiever, and it is preposterously impossible, and therefore, defeats the whole idea of perfection.

Now, let's look at this theory that i have built, put it in another sense, as in, in a form of a question then comes to mind when we review the word as in, usage, how did we came in contact with this word? It's because we made the whole thing up about perfection, such as the perfect guy/girl, the perfect body, the perfect afternoon, we see these things as perfect because it pushes the right buttons, the right situations, or requirements. Come to think of it, why do guys see that a girl/celebrity/whatever to have the perfect body shape/face/hair/whatever?

It's because it fits to the liking of the person, as the phrase which goes, beauty is in the eyes of the beholder. He/she is perfect for someone while he/she might be absurdly inappropriate for others.

So folks, be grateful to what u have, because there's nobody that can satisfy all of ur needs, do think of it this way, what might not be perfect for u, might leave and be perfect for another person because he/she satisfies of his/her taste and maybe the one that u have thought of being all perfect might not be the ideal one for u after all.

A random song for the random post...

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All talk and no substance

I use facebook, for a variety of reasons, u know, to check out people, see how they are doing, talk to my friends, u know, stalk people for no reason, normal facebook stuff that people do (except for the stalking bit). This activity seems harmless until, when it comes to status updates posted by my friends (insert any name here), i am not offending anybody, but i'm just saying something that offends me. Having a very low tolerance level to idiotic status updates, these crummy and poorly thought out status updates are starting to bug me.

For instance, lets take a normal update, like, your in love with someone, very well, u will say that u love someone, but when u dedicate all of your time, every single update, every single post to say that u love a certain someone in corny sentences, like the moon shines as brightly as ur ass, and people actually liked these sort of updates, every time, its thoughtful for the one who is receiving the love wishes, this post is not written out on the sole purpose of jealousy that people are more popular than i am, but do take a minute to think. The rest of us dont care, seriously, we don't give a flying fuck for anything that happens in ur relationship, period.

This begs the question, to delete, or not to delete, i am just going to keep silent on the decision that i am going to take, because, face it, the universe favours the good looking, and when everybody isnt on the side that u are on, it becomes ridiculously difficult to apprehend the situation, and igniting the flame of hate is not the way, but here it is, my two cents for all of u love dovey love birds who have so much love that u cant help but to not keep it to yourselves,

There's a reason why they call it as your private life, its meant to be, private.

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A happy guy

if radiohead could come here to perform in Malaysia, i'd be the first one to get the bloody tickets, i mean, look at this!

Paul

Paul the octopus died, damn son, i feel sad for a squid, imagine that, having no relations with the animal other than seeing him on television and on the papers, i feel sad for the thing. I always liked the aura of superstition he brings making many football fans worship, like the whole nation of Spain who even bid to bring him to Spain (sounds like a transfer bid for a football player), while others hate him, (i actually saw football fans threatened to kill Paul, and i thought i was crazy). A sad day for football fans across the world. R.I.P Paul...

Bet he's in heaven with God, predicting the end of days, in those little boxes...

Pwnage...

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No regrets

I have, no regrets regarding my past or my present, i see things must go on and i hate when things disrupt the motion. This annoys me a lot, the minuscule things which ties us all back from the potential that we might achieve, isn't it disappointing? So i, have voluntarily absolve myself from the chains of the past, which has been retarding this flow of progress. Again, regrets are no longer, i shall start a new life and every single word will be determined by me, no one else has authority on what should be done. I am the master of my own future. Knowing that i would be, some time in the future be once again bounded by boundaries that might occur. Before that time comes, i prefer to keep the delusion alive, the delusion being superior, the delusion that will keep my sanity intact, i was wrong back when i thought that someone else might keep it for me...

a random transcript from me, will write again soon...

There There

Here it is mates, my latest post after a very long hiatus (a fancy euphemism for the word absence of new material due to laziness, come to think of it, both works, just pick a ridiculous excuse, and get on with your life). I have nothing much to present to you folks, like tech stuff, clothes, u know, personal interests. Hence, it should be a good enough reason for the absence. I do however, have the time to consider the term, personal interest, well, this blog is pretty much personal, although i am writing it for the world to read it even though i have not yet informed my peers of the existence of this blog because it is in some sense, personal, and writing, an interest of mine. That aside, this new post will the first amongst many. So sit tight you good people because i will keep you informed in some way.

A video to keep u on your toes...



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The good old days

hello again folks, its me posting for valentines day, wait, why should post a blog for this particular day? is it poor judgement, lack of knowledge regarding the day that i'm in, or voodoo curse? Its more like im posting about something that i love dearly, which is writing, folks, i have lost my touch in writing, not to say that i am capable of writing something impeccable which can awe the reader into smashing his head to the laptop/desktop screen because of my vocabs and such, but losing touch in a way that only the author him/herself can understand. I feel that my standard is getting lower, i dont know why.

On another note, my script didnt get the award for best script although my class won the best sketch in a sketch/drama competition held by UiTM Melacca, thoroughly pissed about that decision. Oh well, at least I can share the glory with my mates, but, what about self-pride?

lol...

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insert a new title here

Hello to all, its been a while since i have posted my thoughts of this world through the world wide web for all of u folks to read the contents through ur pc monitor or laptop screen, either way that suits u better. Anyways, this is my first post since i've arrived in UiTM, its been good, or is it? I have no idea, it takes two to tango and im just being that spoilt bitch refusing to dance according to the institution's steps, maybe i'm more to mambo or some other style of dancing instead of tango. Maybe I'm experiencing a sort of culture shock to the way of living in this place, culture shock? its more like being shell shocked than actually being culture shocked, its tiring. The classes are far away, the sun is scorching hot and its penetrating through my skin, im sweating like a (pick an animal which is legal in ur religion and haram for another), again, im being the bitch who still refuses to tango.

Like it or not, as with any good student, I have to bend over and let the institution do the rest, I mean, what can go wrong, right? right???

Im paranoid, i feel insecure, i feel lonely, im bored, i feel lazy, i feel like writing my thoughts (as always) but then again, i feel lazy...

To the new followers of my cult, uh, blog, i want to say thank u for spending ur time to read the monstrous crap that i produce.

And happy new year to all, i know im 18 days late (depending on which part of earth ur living in)

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