Assume

The more classes I attend, the more cases I heard she say, and I smiled when I know what she is saying, I somehow think that my method is right. Criminal defence lawyer, or maybe public prosecutor. I just need to keep doing what I am doing, I will reach there someday. And on top of the mountain, I shall decide my next course of action. Until then, let's just keep walking.

Adaptation.

Thanks Jo!
I took your advise on how to make friends and it works!
And you know what exactly she told me?

Tips on how to make love friends by Jo:

(1) Ask for the names. Don't say anything perverted or sounds perverted but is actually not perverted.
(2) Ask where they come from. Don't say anything perverted or sounds perverted but is actually not perverted.
(3) Ask why they take A-level. Don't say anything perverted or sounds perverted but is actually not perverted.

Thankiyou so much Jo! Your advise is so "useful".

Sarcastic enough, right? xD

Actually special thanks to some of my friends who introduced me to their friends and sparked a chain of reaction, and within a day time, my friends multipled by a reasonable number! Finally realised silence is not going to bring you anywhere. =D

Vent My Anger.

This post is going to be super long.

On my way home today, I saw a vagabond asking a dime from a man. The man was wearing a normal office attire, one hand hugging his briefcase tightly, and his bag clinging onto his shoulder. Nothing is wrong with this, until I realised that one of his sleeves is shaking frantically as he was rushing towards the train. He is handicapped. And so I thought, "Wow! What an inspiration! What the hell is going on with that begger? Isn't he ashamed to ask for donation from a guy without an arm, when he all his limbs totally attached! The guy without his arm is rushing for the train! He is trying to make a living! While you? Must you stoop so low as to ask donations from a handicapped person when you yourself is physically fit?" However "pokai" I am in the future, I will take this as a lesson, never to be as "pokai" as that begger!

On a lighter note, I don't think I will sit in the train again, unless I really need to do so. Reason being is that it is not very comfortable sitting when you get surrounded with girls, especially the ones with big boobs. Might be a very pleasant experience if you are brave perverted enough to actually stare, but I don't guarantee you that the women wouldn't slap you la. But actually ho, I do hope that the train will suddenly brake, then I can ___________ them. Might even put up a good show, "Oh, so sorry, are you injured? Come let me check." xD

Speaking of which, women.... reminds me of that bitch. My law lecture. Don't want to say her name la. I admit it is partially my fault, I should be more discreet next time. NEVER show the world what you got until the last moment. But her fault also la, she also should be more discreet. There is a thin line between being CONFIDENT and PLAIN ARROGANT. Maybe that is the problem with law students la actually, think that they are above the law. =.=

And talking about lecturer, psychology is boring, the class is still boring (I am sure they would dare to make more noises is the future) but the lecturer is HOT. I can practically stare at her for 2-3 hours, pretend to hear what she is saying, while in actually fact I am just staring at her b**bs. To Choy, the bottom part of her body is very plain, only the upper part is fantastic, which is why I likey her so muchie!! *drool* *ops, I forget my blog got females reader too*

Anyway, I guess I talked too much, again. Anyone of you are reading what I am writing? Or am I just talking alone in this cyber space? =.=

Find THE Way

Song is "Find My Way" by "Daishi Dance", somehow a few lines (the chorus) from the lyrics of this song really describe my feeling right now.

Find My Way - Daishi Dance

Don't want to waste my time,

I need to get away,

I got to find the answer,

I got to find my way,

Don't want to take my time,

And let IT slipped away,

Now I've got the reason,

I got to find my way.

Random.

"Together we hold hands, we witness the rise and fall of empires, the construction and destruction of buildings, the growth and death of the people around us, but it didn't take long before she leaves, and tears begin to fill my eyes. I begin to wonder, how many more seperation must I face, how many more heartbrakes must I endure, how many more punches before it all end..... This winter is cold, the coldest I had ever experienced, I packed my bag and leave the city, in search of a new life."

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That, ladies and gentleman, is for a new story I am about to write. Too bad college is starting soon, so I bet the progress will be damn slow. But anyway, here I am, sitting in front of the computer at 4am in the morning feeling inspired. Maybe this inspiration will lead me to somewhere. ;)

A note to all of you geeks and nerds out there : I am fully aware that my language is not as good as YOU, but please do emphasise more on the idealogy and emotions when reading this story, which I shall post part by part WEEKLY. Any constructive comments will be welcomed, but if you are here just to tell me how screwed up my story is, please spare me the agony of doing so, I know how good (or rather in this case, BAD) my language is. Thankiyou so much, Chapter 1 starts tomorrow if I have the time. =D

Tribute to Nujabes.

Those who know my well know that I doesn't listen to mainstream. Whatever it is that is on the radio doesn't serve the purpose of music. It is merely what the world want to listen to, not the true grace and beauty of music.

So, as a sign or protestion, I never listen much to whatever is it what is on the radio. Instead, I search for true music in youtube. I find myself liking musics that is more soft and relaxing. I listen to instrumental, lounge, classics and abit of oldies. That was until I found him.

Nujabes introduced my to the whole of hip-hop. Not the normal hip-hop stuff you hear on the net, where the MCs preach about drugs, sex, war and fights. He is the only hip-hop singer that don't actually sing, instead using instruments to bring about message of peace, love, harmony, hope, dreams and all the other positive things you can ever imagine -it is called soul hip-hop. He also collaborate with other MCs that do the singing, making his songs unique and relaxing. Following his revolution is dozens of other artistes like Emancipator, Uyama Hiroto and Jemapur who joined his company, Hydeout Productions.

Whenever I am sad, down, tired, stressed up from work, I will always jam Nujabes music into my ears. Somehow I feel more relax and calm. Soon, his music will accompany my day and night, and it somehow be like part of my life. I remembered listening to his song, "Aurarian Dance" while travelling on a train. I happen to stand at the corner of it that day, and seeing the seas of people coming in and out (as it was peak hour), while listening to his song, it makes me feel like nobody, like I am not involved with their activity, I am just an observer.

Today, I was left in total devastation when I heard the news about his death. Why must beautiful things end so fast? It is just the way of the world? As a small tribute to Nujabes, among the top artist that I actually find it to me liking, I shall play his songs in this blog for a month. It is also saddening to know that at the day when he died, Japan was struck with a 7.3 magnitude earthquake. Maybe it is just because someone with so much positive energy is leaving us.

Anyway, being just another normal human, I shall just accept this reality and sent you away, "with rainy eyes".

Rest in peace, brother.

What the fuck had happened to this world?

And so I thought I am a pervert, a scumbag, an asshole, a curropted person, a jerk and the list goes on. Today, someone just made my day!

He beat me to it! And I am damn happy! Finally I realised I am not the worst of mankind! I am partially angelic!

Making it to the headline today is.....

"MALAYSIAN MAN, 61, FORCES WIFE TO HAVE SEX WITH 50 MEN"

Read the full article here.
http://http//thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2010/3/15/nation/20100315161501&sec=nation

Which makes me think.... what benefit does he get by filming his wife in action if he can't even get aroused with it?! It just doesn't make ANY sense at all!

Hey, I admit I am a pervert, but at least I get my share of fun indulging in my sins. This old man can't even get erected! So why the hell....

Wait, it all justify my happiness! You see, even scumbag like him that can't get erected also get involved with such inhumane act, so what about me? I am a perfectly normal teenager who is having a problem with my raging hormones! So it justify my sins perfectly fine, right?!

Until some farktard walk straight up my face and said,

"You know what Tony? Two wrongs doesn't make one right."

Thank you so much. Fuck you. Or rather FOOT fuck you!



-Beat me to it, b!tch-

Welcome to The Point of No Return, D1ckhead~

Actually, I am damn lazy to blog. But if I don't start now, 20 years later I won't have a recollection of memories to share with my kids while having a sake in my hand, right? So, I dragged my lazy ass here and start writing, and I promised myself to spend at least TWO hours blogging every week, like how I promised myself that I will get 9A+ in SPM. For those of you who know my results, you will have the general idea how long this blog will last by then.

So here is the thing. I went to MCKL and registered myself there. Welcome to the point of no return, d1ckhead!~ I am still wandering why the hell I actually woke up 3 hours ealier than schedule and actually took the effort to go the distance to get enrolled in that college at 12 fucking PM when the sun is still high and hot above my head. Yes, I woke up at 12PM, 3 hours earlier than scheduled.

And to make things worst, when I was there all the counselors were busy talking to students with parents and I am all alone there. So as usual la, the one without parents need to sit and wait "for a moment", and so I sat down at a corner and heard about who and who get strings of As or A+s in the examination and suddenly I feel so not in place. Like a man being strip naked and left to exposed himself in public. If you are a supermodel, than you wouldn't be that ashamed as you will have girls hugging you, trying to cover your body. Heck, you might even have the chance to pick only the hottest girl to cover you up. But, no, it feels like an old ugly man being exposed instead. Like this.

Help me.

I feel so NOT in place. I just hope that those from the "higher education level" doesn't mind befriending this "from the lower class" student. Sitting with students which get strings of As and knowing that you are not one of them really does increase the stress you are facing. Will they be good to me? Or will they be those who cares only about results?

Anyway, a funny thing happen today. I was so sleep that I took the wrong train in the LRT station and ended up in Cheras. So I got down, walk across, boarded the train back up to Chan Sow Lin. Waited for 15 minutes for the train to come, I jumped inside, went all the BACK TO CHERAS, cursed myself, walk across the platform and need to take the train back to Chan Sow Lin. Time wasted : 30 minutes.

FML.