shah alam. myspace .

good bloody fucking morning. its now 11.38 am here in malaysia, and i suffieaee am up.

ok fuck my stomach for giving me such a hard time in mornings alrite. now i cant go back to my bloody sleep.

meh.

yesterday after massive hours of laid back trash talk at william's. the lads and i went to drop a friend of mine at shah alam. the fellow was leaving for brunei. he'll be there till maybe jan 25? *can ya say hoowleeedaaaieyyy?* anyhow. the trip there he drove so it was fine. but on the trip back, i was suppose to drive. but i manage to force my other friend to drive. ehee. so we're retracing our way back to where we came from. then suddenly. theres a detour.

cutting stories short. we got lost for a while. went for an unintentional tour-round shah alam. making our way past almost all the factories around. round about after round about. junction after junction. finally we got back on the mainroad and reached.. puchong?

wasted an extra 1 dollar thanks to the toll. but we reached home safely. duh.

we later found out. at the detour junction, if we headed just straight we would of reached back the main road. but the road was so dark we thought we were heading for a construction site o something. bfah. the irony.
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seen here how wonderful our city infrastructure is. its as though they build roads as they please.

'oh heres an empty land, i think i'll build roads to bali frm here!'

doh. thats one of the few things which singapore had the upperhand. their nations infrastructure was superbly organized. i was particularly impressed with their mrt. efficiency was 100%. here what do you see? even simple flyovers cracked. why? because of money. come on, if everything was about fucking money. donald trump's many buildings would be in rubbles right now.

bfah.

civil engineers. do sumthing fucking about it.

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didcha notice that since the introduction of such websites like myspace. people who before this was so it illiterate, started to learn html. so far i've browsed about 10 pages of girl profiles and needless to say, i couldnt find a single plain default setting for their profile. the least having changed their background color. they color and design the profiles with such content in hopes for others to click on em and view and add and message and get raped along the way.

x opens myspace. x browses. x view page. x likes pictures. x msgs. y accepts. y gets raped by x.

its like what py had on her blog.

'omg u hot. let sex'

you can dream about having your resume as colorful as that if you keep on getting raped you fools. on a particular note, they just simply dont get the idea of making their website light. flashes. animations. words flying here and there. just to prove that they know how to do it.

come on man. good websites are user-friendly ones. not the one's which spam ur ears with 12 different songs, eye torturing sights and ugly design.

most common background color for girls. black or pink. heh.

another things is the pictures. i've seen changes of people from totally camera shy to a sudden 'say cheese i'm a model!'. not the one to say that its a bad thing but here's where i actually learn that pictures lie.

all that just to gain the attention of others. okay. watever.

most common picture pose by girls. nightview, bed cam and ceiling cam.

reminds me of those voyeur websites. haha.

hooligans

yesterday. the lads and i headed down to hartamas to enjoy a game of english premier league. english football, the pride of the nation itself. newspapers have already once too many writen english football fans as hooligans. fanatics of the game. so what exactly does it take to be a football hooligan? read on as i'll enlighten you the steps of becoming a football hooligan.

how to be a football hooligan:-

Step 1: Choosing a team.
to be a proper hooligan you first need to choose a team. premier league teams to second division kiddie league. preferrably the teams should have a fan bar or pub where you can watch the game with more hooligans like yourself. it'll be wise to know the team at heart. that way you can bitch about the manager.

Step 2: The attire

the last suit you'll ever wear.

attires include clean shaved heads with football jersey, fooball scarves, football mits, football caps, footbal boxers. anything with the team logo on it. even while fucking, if exist such things like football condoms. thats a plus!


Step 3: To the Pub!
whats football without beer? head on down to the pub, grab a beer and start mingling. topics are simply all about football. duh. bitch about the manager. brag about your won footballing skills. curse at the opposing team. whilst you hold your beer cup high.
after you've gotten the hang of it. then its off to the real game.

Step 4: Prep

heading down to the stadium is like heading down to the battlefield. preparations must be made!. do your lucky dance. wear your lucky boxers. fuck your lucky girlfriends. set yourself mentally that this might be the last battle you'll ever see. face paintings and beer bottles are a must! come on lads. you are the red army! its up to you for the team to win.

Step 5: The game

the battlefield

as you near the battlefield. the smell of fresh cut-grass strikes your nose. ah. the time has come. as you slowly move to your positions. you feel the adrenaline rush as more warriors like you enters the battlefield. 'your are not alone' you tell yourself. premonition of a well fought battle crosses your mind. as you watch on and see the opposing army slowly collecting in numbers too.
as the team players enter the field. you scream battle-chants to immobilize the opponents. preet! the whistle has blown, so has the battle begun. you stay mentally focus. arranging your strategies of attack. each attack by your team you shout in support. chanting the team song whilst in possession. each blow to the opposing team you let out a shout and ready your hand to punch the sky.

GOAL!

success, you've crippled the opponent! jump! scream! shout! punch the sky! hug the lad next to you! kiss the missus next to you! make faces at the opposing teams. throw beer at them. show them your arse. you truely are godly. your chants has empowered the team with godly strikes. break out the flares and continue celebrating till 90 minutes is over.


if somehow the opposing team is winning. start cursing at them. blame their mothers for bringing them into the world. if that still doesnt work. reach out for anything hard and toss it at them. think mobile-agile-hostile.

step 6: after party
parade down the streets to your favorite pub. you've done it! the team has won and its all because of you. yep you. drink up man for you've done something great today. you've partook in something which your forefathers had somehow forgotten to teach you. the games over but why stop there! its bottoms up till your bottom drops. waking up the next day in random places with a guy next to you who smells like puke is a sign that you truly are. a soccer hooligan. congrats!

but wait. what if your team lose you ask? no worries mate! bring on the beers and start smashing people's head with em. beat them to death. theres always minor battles after the major ones. make your momma proud. beat em to death! then get drunk.

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voila! you now know the steps to becoming the ultimate hooligan. start now and head on down to the nearest barber to get your hooligan hairstyle.

emo

right lads.
merry fucking christmas to you lots who are celebrating. to the rest, i hope you wanks got a full stomach by leeching on to the free food.
just like me.
mmm.
full.

got a whole lotta shit to say abt singapore but its just taking too much time to write down so i've postponed it. next post will be about singapore. dont put your hopes on it to be all too wonderful.

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i'll go straight to the point. the lads today are going to go for an extra drinking session at ee mun's place later tonight. they've invited me to go. which i would happily oblige. but please understand me if i said i dont feel like going. as much as i would like to constrain myself and put the past behind me with the snap of a finger.

i still do not feel 100% comfortable hanging out the whole bunch of us. old old friends. then suddenly my ex is there.

its weird. its unnatural. its .. my ex.

time is one thing but the fact remains that there was a history there.

believe me when i say that i do not act myself if she's there.

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a rule must be made for future reference.

ex's are not allowed to hang out with more than 3 occasions.

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i'm emo. fuck me for being human.

singapore

later today i'll be leaving for singapore. the land of the kiasu's. the nation of bubbleyum-haters. why did they even banned chewing gun? scared that the chewing gun their eating is actually recycled condoms? heh. yada yada yada. will be stayin there till friday. last time i was there was. erm. when i was in kindergarden. heh.

not exactly sure what to do or where to go. just felt like leaving the country. for 3 days. yap. 3 damn days only. oh well. better than nothing.

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i dont know fucking why, but somehow i keep on getting add-requests by guys. i aint gay you faggots. seriously, just because i havent had a relationship within the last 6 months doesnt make me gay fuckers.

not that i havent had girlfriends who tried to persuade me to be gay just so they'd have a gay friend. its okay guys. my preference are still girls. girls with boobs and a pussy. not silicon breasted she-males who have bigger adam's apple than damn chickens.

i will nvr fall for anyone who looks like this.


FUCKING GAYS

i'd rather kill myself than even touch ur genitals. you sick pathetic homo's. what makes it worst is when i googled and found a gay flag!


god save our queen. i mean king. i mean she-king.. or he-queen. god save alexander. bfah!

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if i ruled a country, i'd defineatly punish gays. women who want to turn lesbian must be fucked silly by a male 70 million times first.

gay guys will be crucified.

you guys are spoiling the rightful sexual odyssey of man.
to have a schlong placed in its rightful place. ie vagina. not ass you fuckers.
the male grunt when holding one's breast. arrr!

bowl . pic

ssup fuckers.

yesterday's so called 'picnic with a book' was schrewed. cos i got too full. decided to watch the tele after 30 mins. heh.

went bowling in summit. only went to summit 2 times so far. first thing i saw when i reached the bowling alley level was a video game centre. as in arcade games. damn its been ages. heh. the old old days where we skip school just to play that junk. heh.

bowling was fun. okay so i might not be the best at it. haha only played like what? less than 10 times man. anyhoo. yesterday's mission was to get 100 points. okay i suck at it. fine.

MISSION : GET 100 POINTS
1st set:
lotsa visits to the drain. 86 points. DAMNNIT!

2nd set:
not any better. but this time. 100 points! bwahhahaha. got it fuckers.

MISSION ACCOMPLISHED!

should see our celebration if any of us hit a strike. heh, footballers would cry in envy. bwahha.

there was this family playing on the lane next to us. laughed our asses off when we saw, SUPER DAD. as his name.

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heres pictures frm yesterday's visit over at krystal's place.



it started as a decent photo snapping session. alas..




moaning with ecstasy. haha. looks like i'm getting a blow frm 'the ring' ghost.



we're kewwwwlll. wait a minute. arghh



gone marbles. literally.





Ms. Dwarf Oriental giving u a kiss.










this even i didnt understand.

comment . english

got my html for comment page all wrong. will fix that up soon. when i feel IT-ish.

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went to see an old friend today. fun to see her all messed up and shit. anyway. will be uploading pictures as soon as the digicam's batteries are fully charged. beh. fucking cybershot batteries.

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i'm all alone at home right now. no worries. got a good book with me. plus its a beautiful day so i decided to have a read outside. heh. feels english.

lunch + book @ garden.

kewl innit.

laters.