100th Post

100th post of SANS SENSE, SENSELESS SENSE.

I did thought of making it special and everything some sort of like the 10/10/10 yesterday but then again all of this stuff are just figures. Figures that does not mean much to us but we made it to be meaningful. Instead, I just got back from a group discussion and I was triggered to make a post for no legit reason. Well, maybe the GF's asleep and I can't put myself to sleep right now.

I praised Allah for making things easy for me lately. Life feels great when you have everything sorted out and to have no problem and hardships in every single thing you do. Then again, I realised I was able to achieved it because I want to. I now believe that any efforts that we put to make our life content would be commensurate enough to make it happen.

You'll be suprised to know how you are able to change yourself to better or to worst. As we go on living, we'll become our own doppleganger having to possess the same physical (note: applied to certain people only) but different personality. It's inevitable. We developed and I doubt for any stagnant development in personality.

Having nothing to do with these, I have injured myself while playing rugby and now I have to walk with crutches and I find that it's very tidious having to be temporarily physically impaired. Okay maybe impaired is too strong. Temporarily disable would eufamised it well. Now that I find my life has been sorted out emotionally, negative feedback mechanism occurs physically. Hats off to the disabled for having such great determination on giving life a chance. It is just beautiful.

Oh crap I fell asleep.

Now I'm back but with no ideas.

The only thing in my head now is the sound of Freddy Mercury's voice (Bohemian Rhapsody fever) No, F you, I'm straight. Also, I woke up with a smile and realised that this contentment that I'm feeling is indubitably awesome. I haven't felt this way for quite some while. No urge of dick-slapping and no feelings of butt-raped. GTG gonna eat Honey Stars and continue with my beauty sleep.

"You've guided me through all my years, I've been lost. You've guided me from all the ways that were wrong. I wanna thank You, for bringing me home"

Eid ul-Fitr' al-Mubarak

Eid ul-Fitr' al-Mubarak!

"Thank you for visiting SANS SENSE, SENSELESS SENSE. Personally, I apologize for anything that I've done wrong perhaps through this blog or even as a person myself. Maaf zahir batin and happy weight gaining everyone :)"

I admit it that I thought this Eid wouldn't be so awesome. I was proven wrong. So wrong. I would love to update the blog but I am too tired. Flat. Will try to update it later. Have fun people!

MERDEKA

Let's start with something faggy first before we proceed, shall we? I have not been eating a lot for the past couple of months but lately I find myself can't stay away from food! I think that I have now developed an extra chambers in my belly just like a ruminant. I blame her for making me happy and keep these food coming into me.



So enough fagginess. Let's be serious.



I'm sure we've heard it all before on the best race in the world.

Kaum apa terhebat di dunia? Kaum pertama sekali yang terlintas di fikiran mestilah kaum...



YAHUDI. The jews. They're awesome. Indubitably.



Walau bagaimanapun, ada satu kaum ni yang men-falsify-kan dan denied the statement.



Kaum ini beranggapan merekalah terhebat. Hakikatnya memang mereka memang terhebat pun. Saya pasti tuan-tuan dan puan-puan, pakcik and all the pakciks would love to know kaum apakah sebenarnya? Saya dengar mereka panggil kaum tersebut Meleis. Meleis usually boleh didapati di banyak negara di seantero dunia ini. Dekat UK belambak, dekat Africa pon ada, dekat China ada dua tiga kerat, dekat Australia dah macam buat negara sendiri. Mereka memiliki sungguh banyak keistimewaan antaranya adalah memiliki bahasa mereka yang tersendiri dan pernah menjadi lingua franca.



So these Meleis they are brilliant. Lagi hebat dari Jews. Mereka sering kali distereotypekan dengan ability untuk menyelesaikan sesuatu masalah dengan mudah! Simple solution to any problem. Lemparlah masalah apa-apa sekalipun namun mereka mampu menanganinya dengan cemerlang, gemilang dan terbilang.



Kalau nak comment pasal Meleis ni, boleh buat thesis yang panjang lebar dan silap tak silap, mampu menang Nobel Prize untuk new discovery on human behaviour! Jadi saya taknak memanjangkan post ini.



Apa yang menyentuh hati saya yang taklah seberapa wangi ini (hati busuk) adalah kehebatan Meleis dalam berniaga. Semenjak dua menjak ini, saya kena drive ke sini dan ke sana atas pelbagai urusan. Meleis memang gemar meraba-neking (rubberneckin') dan ia telah menjadi satu stereotype kepada mereka. So, saya merayu kepada mereka yang drive di luar sana tu, tolonglah bawak elok elok sikit sebab kalau awak orang accident, Meleis pasti dan confirm akan meraba-neking dan menyusahkan kesejahteraan saya dan rakan-rakan saya di jalan raya.



Yang acap kali menaikkan darah saya adalah Bazaar Ramadhan. Meleis gemar untuk ke Bazaar Ramadhan dan saya suka perkara sebegitu kerana dapat membantu peniaga, merapatkan ukhwah antara sahabat atau keluarga dan juga mencari juadah berbuka yang enak. Namun, perkara-perkara tersebut telah dibayangi oleh satu perkara yang sering kali menyebabkan keradangan emosi iaitu kemangkukan beberapa Meleis memilih tempat berniaga dan meletakkan kenderaan.



Dah taw jalan kecik, pegi buat Bazaar kiri kanan. Meleis yang pandai dia parking je. Double park, triple park. Cuba bayangkan kalau Meleis tu double park, then Meleis yang parking dalam tu isteri dia sakit ke, mak dia nazak ke, tak ke menyusahkan? Tak perlu consider org lain sebab mereka hebat dari orang lain. Ramai Meleis memang ada trait sebegitu. So jalan yg ada satu lane untuk pergi dan balik jadilah 1 lane sahaja, maka bila selisih kereta boleh membawa kepada pertumpahan darah. Cakap pandai, taknak ada perselisihan faham antara kaum dan sebagainya tapi Meleis dengan Meleis pon tak in the same wavelength. Kan senang pergi cari tapak yang luas macam parking lot ke, buatlah kau Bazaar tengah-tengah tu. Takda sapa nak kacau.

Jangan salah faham, I have nothing againts Meleis ni. Mereka memang bijak, pandai, arif, etc. tapi janganlah inconsiderate sangat.

SELAMAT MENYAMBUT HARI KEMERDEKAAN KE-53, MALAYSIA!!

"He gonna make you his sex slave. You're gonna gargle mayonnaise, unless we bust the massive monster mammo-jam. We've been thru so much shit, deactivated lasers with my dick. Now it's time to blow this fucker down."

Here I stand erected!

To all the gentlefaggots out there, don't lie to me as if you do not know what I'll talk about. You and I know it damn well.

Guys, have you ever had those times in class when you stayed up the previous night watching your supporting team in EPL? You've tried so hard to defy gravity pulling on your head and to concentrate on the guy with moustache talking in front.

I am 110% sure that in this scenario, if I'm lying, I'm dying, that your little pee pee (I'm sure yours ain't that big) is working its way to get some air out of your brief. Yes, I am talking about a friggin' ERECTION. I have been observing this for quite some time (about 3 years), no, don't worry guys, I do not check on your erection. The only penis harmed in this experiment is mine. So due to this observation I am proud to present you a proposed Research Question entitled:

WHAT IS THE RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN PENIS ERECTION AND SLEEPINESS?

This is an extra information for the girls out there, guys get hard-on in the morning when they wake up. Due to the googling ability, I've concluded a few reason why.

1. The penis may be rubbing againts the sleepwear or the bedsheet (if you're sleeping naked).

2. You may be in the Rapid Eye Movement (REM) phase of sleeping. During REM sleep, we have a tendency to experience a vivid dream with little movement. Thus, both female and male genital will experience full genital engorgement (to ensure healthy blood flow on genitals).

3. The need of urinating in sleep could send impulses to the brain and may caused

misintepretation of the brain to a signal that arouses the penis.

So, with respect to above, I have constructed some reasoning why do OUR (I know it's not just me, and if you don't have the same problem that means you're erectile dysfunctional) penis erects during being sleepy.

Note that guys have erection not just because they are aroused by the girl's charm. No it does not work on most of us, including me. No I am not lying. Also, if you happened to be alluring in front of us and we didn't react the way you wanted, that doesn't mean we are faggots. We just don't care.

Back to the subject matter, erection may promotes sleepiness. As we are sleepy, we experience erection, thus, the erection will work like a positive feedback mechanism having to increase the level of sleepines. This is for the reason that erection of the penis occurs by having the penis blood vessels pumping with maximum amount of blood. It's muscle miracle tremendously work with the force of blood! As the rich in oxygen blood is pumping in the penis region, less oxygenated blood will flow to the brain due to the difference in location. Thus, less oxygenated blood to the brain will increase the oxygen demand of the brain and causes sleepiness.

What stays a mystery is to undo the erection so that more oxygen may be supplied to the brain. Urban myths said that you would need to knock on your knee cap rapidly. I've tried and it doesn't work. Some said think of homeless people but the brain is too slow to picture such. Extremist would put minyak cap kapak on their As-Syafah or worst, sticking it with a friggin pencil! Plus, having erection is not at all convenience as we need to cover them from girls and there's never a bigger size brief ;)

"And pretty soon all my trouble will pass 'cause I'm in su-su-su-su-su-su-su-su-su-su-sugartown"

The Force

Sorry for the previous emo post. This could might make it up to you. It's something that I worked a few minutes ago. Enjoy :)

"I can only protect you but I can't fight a war for you"

Insomniac

The past 4 nights had finally roll me into a conclusion that I might be mildly insomniac. Well, perhaps the number ain't big enough but I think this is a problem. I think I need help. For the past 4 nights, the earliest I would sleep is past 3am and like now, 5:47am I am not yet asleep. Why, you ask? Well, to put it in a nutshell, 4 days ago I just lost myself a million, RM of course. I am on a brink of danger as my RM 1 million worth of scholarship is pulling away from me. So you lost a million bucks, try sleeping with that thoughts!

So what did I do the whole night? Oh no no. Don't get the funny idea. I wasn't streaming and wanking through Brianna Banks or Audrey Bitoni. Yeah, I know, some of you does. Oh btw, a little detour here:

I was at Starbucks with my mom, then it took quite a long time for my friggin Caramel Macchiato (I bet the barista was too busy doing nothing), so I went for some magazine. From the magazines that they got there I'm sure they purposely want guys to have hard on. Well, you know, some caffeine kicking in and a few 'stimulating' magazines. So I reached for FHM (obviously I chosed the one with the hottest girl on the cover). Then I went back and sat with my mom STILL waiting for my drink (which haven't done yet. Baster barista.). Then I opened up the magazine around the middle page then POOF! came out a two pages of Sasha Grey as the guest of FHM. Then the following conversation took place:

My mom (being a mom): Sapa tu? Artist ke?
Me (nervously): Erm.. Eh, Taklah, Pelakon.

So guys, when you happened to open a magazine and a pornstar suprisingly featured on it, don't act surprised or your mom might reacted the same. Oh and yea, Sasha Grey wasn't that revealing, for her I guess. Go ahead, click that name.

Anyhow, what I did tonight was that I watched Evan Almighty and also The Bucket's List. Well, I gotta get my mind off something so why not hit on some inspirational movies, huh? The Bucket's List moved me. Seriously. Seriously. It did took me someplace for a while. Made me rethink about life and the whole purpose, you know, those re-ass-ess things. Then again, in the end I still can't get a nice shut eye. I encountered this a few times like when I'm going out late at night and I don't feel like going back early, or when you're playing a nice online game, or when you just out having sex, or when you're hanging with some friends without worrying a shit about the world, or just a decent conversation on the phone with your girlfriend. The stuff that made you feel something is undone, you just can't sleep yet (doing assignments are excluded). Oh and I made up the sex part. Never had them. Seriously. Seriously.

Then I thought maybe it's the Nifsu Syaaban. It's 15th of Syaaban and it is said that on this night, the Muslims believe that the angels (Malaikat) would bring up our deeds book and bring down a new one for a new chapter. I guess I was just nervous how my last call for the year might end up but hey, whadya know, a new book is coming down now. Or has came. Ntah.

So refused to hit the blanky, I went down to munch a mini Cornetto. Fine, I lied. I had six of em. Poured some rootbeer in the rebellious stomach while tuning in to Simpsons. Then a couple of few shows.

Then I thought, what really made my mind conspicuously active tonight? Then I realised, perhaps maybe I am not conversing with anyone. When I am not conversing with anyone, I feel lonely. When I'm lonely I might be missing stuff or people or someone. Then it occured to me that I do need help.

"A princess can kiss a toad"
"Frog"
"Toad"
"Frog"
"Toad, frog, lobster, they're all the same"

God

"If there is a reason behind this, I'm begging You, give me at least a hint".

Highly Faggy

Caution! This post may ridiculously makes me sound like a fag. The truth is I am not. I just had some crappy things that I went thru for the couple weeks.

So I decided to do what I was supposed to do the last 2 weeks. Get my life sorted out. See! Doesn't that makes me sound like a fag? SO, I started with something small. I rearranged my room and keep some old stuff into boxes.

That is when I stumbled upon my bad habit. You see, There was this time when my college had an event of teachers visiting students' room to know them by nature or what-some-shit. So there was this one English teacher who went into my room. Then she was suprised with the things I had in my room. Apparently, I have too many junks that I kept. So she said,"Manul, I can tell that you have a very high affinity towards something and that you just can't let things go easily. Learn to let go". The she kept on jabbering about forgetting the past and so on. Back then I realised, she was totally right. I have problems with letting things go.

So back to the story that I was rearranging my room, I stumbled upon many things that I never knew I had but all of them meant something to me. Stacks of movie tickets, cards, photos, some IPTA offer packages, wrappers of presents from high school even to the smallest part of papers with writing from my friends. I really have a problem of letting go, I do. I guess that maybe I have the tendency to live in the past and forever regret any wrong turns that I've made. I really think I need help.

The climax of sorting out was when I found this one box. It meant a lot to me (gosh, stop being a fag!). It was the box of my DSLR Nikon D40x kit. For those that don't know, my DSLR was stolen together with some other valuables when my house got broke in last time in Melawati.

Then it came to me, was it the DSLR that gives me this crappy feelings when I'm holding the box or was it something else that I've lost?

This is a very dissapointment post as it is so intensely emotional and there is no nudity, which is something like Twilight: Saga.

Whitewash

Hold your horses! I'm still around and alive.

Dear IB students, we all know the ToK issue that had been befallen upon us, eh? Well I would like to apologize if such problem was from the likes of me. Oh no, not my fault? Okay, so here how it goes. There was this idiotic compulsive individual whom blame the ToK issue was the fault of those whom had been accused of malpractice. Nice way of putting it, huh? Dude, don't let me slap you with my dick.

So, World Cup! Ain't too late to talk about it? Kudos to the Spaniards for winning the cup of life, heck, kudos to them on the effort that roll 'em into the final for the first time. Torres and Villa upfront, Xabi and Iniesta playmaking in the middle, Puyol and Pique at the back and Casillas stood in awareness. I was rooting for Espana all along as I gave up on Italy due to their aging squad, inexperienced newcomers, and Buffon's injury. It was great football on the final, eh? Oranje and Espana. However, I think the highlight was on the FIFA-listed referee, Howard Webb which some would rather call him a douchebag.

Oh yeah, have I mentioned to you that I missed my opportunity to study medicine in Ireland? Yup, I was on scholarship and I didn't make the cut. Tough luck. Currently, I'm waiting for local offers. Pray for me will yea?

Congratulation to those whom succeed. You have my respect. For those whom didn't make it, no no, things do not happened for reason and those shit. They're just telling you that to make you feel better but you're dumb enough to fell for it, kinda like a euphemism of life. Let me break it down to you. NO SHIT, things do not happened for reason. YOU put the efforts in to make it happened. Your previous effort was dimshit. Punch in more, will yea? You don't wanna be alleged butt-fucking twice dontcha? Do you think things happened for reason to him?

Ladies and gentlefaggots, enough about me, so what about you? How's life treating you? :)

Planet Hoth

And so today was an enduring journey when at first my dream voyaging in AT-AT on the Planet Hoth was devastated by my mom.

Then comes the morning drive, heading to Kuantan. Do you know that a homo sapient called Manul was born in Kuantan? Yes, it was my birthplace.

And so I cruise along the empty road and reached Kuantan. However, I find its hard to call back my memory of the place where my mom and my sisters managed to. Well, it can't be because of my childhood issue (not that I have any) but perhaps due to my weak and jaded mind. Or just maybe, ignorant.

My apology to my peers in Kuantan for not contacting you guys but act upon an agreement that it was a family time.

So there were Mc Donald's breakfast at the beach, filling up the shopping cart and watching Shrek 3D. I was kinda amused when in the movie, the song from Carpenters came up (Top Of The World) and the sound of Stevie Wonder's young voice assisting the cast at the end of the movie.

The journey back were mostly pee pee and pee. I had too much drinks. Oh, and its nothing big but I saw a dead man on the road. Yes, there was an accident and the man died. Well, I just know it because he was covered by somewhat of cloth by his friends whereby the police are nowhere to be seen YET.

Looking forward for the Langkawi trip :). Hope things will go smoooooothly.

p/s: i fucking i hate the radio for playing the same song over and over again. that is why i do not listen to the radio.

Pick Up The Pieces

Well, gotta be honest witthya. I'm not sure where to begin..
My blog and my Facebook had been untouched for almost half a year.
Apart from eradicating child labour in poverty stricken country, what happened for the pass 6 months had quite been a disaster, but it ain't that bad as there are still spaces for happiness.

IB had been a bitch of course. When i thought my 2 years of misery had come to an end, my intention of shouting the lame phrases "It's done" or "Freedom" or "Would you smell that? It's the smell of freedom" after my last paper (Statistics) was pilfered from this weary and jaded body and soul :(

Dreadful. I was accused of malpractice of an assignment that had been assigned, SIX months ago. It is merely because a few lines of GENERAL IDEA had been unquoted. And so I had to explained to IBO that it had all been a silly mistake that i took for granted and please just give my frigin' diploma and just go back and do whatcha hafta do...

I had also found a new discovery that social skills could be inversely proportional over time if it left stagnant. I realized that my social skills remained stagnant in a very (by very, i mean VERY) confined space. Now, i admit of such disorder called Selective Mutism.

So, the EPL has ended and we all are making room for the World Cup. The Kop doesn't ends top 4 like what Rafa would had promised us. Liverpool had lost Aurelio recently and rumors said that it'll be soon Torres and Benayoun. OH and kudos to Chelsea for the championship in EPL and kudos to Inter for having their name carved on the Champion's League trophy for over 45 years now. As of the World Cup, my current team The Azzuris had shown some signs of aging and I might had lost hope in them. So the Spaniard might wanna make a room for a fan to squeeze in. Then again, it is to be think over. Yes, such matter is serious. The Italians don't tolerate treachery.

Apart from that, now that I have more time in my life as i would not need to read academic books and do maths, I shall fill my time with tonnes of things that I had wish to do.

Watch and watch and watch. Catch all of the latest movie, watch Gigs and Gigs of movies in my hard disk, and new muse: The Big Bang Theory.
Read, read and read. Catch up with all the books that I had been holding myself back from reading. Current: Animal Farm by George Orwell.
Play and play and play. Defense of The Ancients, Modern Warfare II, replay Chrono Cross, Final Fantasy and all the crap that involse joystick and keyboards.
And do some other things.

Personal: My relationship had reached to 4 years the day my IB ends. Urgh. The irony. I pray to God that it'll last more :)

And i had come a thought, that i might soon abolish my blog. Well, I might have some friends whom encountered unwanted occurrence like perhaps being track by overprotective parents or being filed through the police for abusing others or perhaps being questioned by the ISA for metamorphosed Malaysia as Bolenesia. Plus, its not like my blog had eradicated poverty in India, or aid in the found of new cure for HIV, or perhaps halted child working in sweatshops. I shall think of this.

It doesn't even matter.

I would further like to start by apologizing to myself for not updating the blog.

Well, things aren't always as exubarant as it may seemed before. (I know in your mind, there's that tone, "well, fuck you things are hard for me too these days and you're not the only one whom facing the shit")

Indubitably, we all have that turning point in our lives. You faced it, you're facing it or perhaps you will. I know I'm facing it now.

*Note: this is the same boring shit that you all read in everyone's friggin' blog. Not some mind-blowing piece of a (I swear too much).

It's not only about throwing your dice for a seven or put down a royal flush. It's about getting your cards right. I haven't got mine right yet but I know I will. Y'all will.

You know, when you try so hard and you got so far. In the end, it doesn't even matter.

Piece-of-shit Linkin Park. IT DOES MATTER!

Oh, enough about me, let's talk about health or weather :)

Consider me DEAD!

04th Jan 2010

"9300 words to be written, 4 literature novels to be read and studied, and one and a half year syllabus of 6 subjects to be studied"

Hello 2010!

New Years Resolution..

Do not ask me for one. I have no resolutions. Oh no not me, I'm doing it my way ;)

Oh, and where to bound on new year? I'll be friggin driving for some number of hours on midnight.

HAPPY NEW YEAR and good luck with all the resolutions :)

Balls 'em

Generally speaking, male always have a thing for round-shaped items.
They love to kick 'em, throw 'em, bounce 'em, chip 'em, bat 'em, hold 'em, squeeze 'em, grab 'em *cough*cough* enough said, I guess..

Observe, football, basketball, baseball and all other balls. Men are affiliated to balls. Unlike female, they enjoy balls in some circumstances.

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It was supercalistically nice to have the oppurtunity to get back to the sport that I had left for quite some time.

The green scenery, the range sign (150yrds etc.), the voice of the people talking and laughing at each others' sophisticated and lame jokes, the people showing off their skills, the lines formed on my palm, the blue veins sticking out to my thumb, the muscle pain, the nice sweet sound of the friction between the graphite iron 3 and the ball, the backache, the complicated physics, the techniques, the sparks formed , the distance where the ball went and a quality time with my own father.

Ahh.. Sweet golf.

Expect this!

Do you realised that people with different culture have that goggle of different views. Well, maybe they are coherent with each pther or some sort but yet they are still different. You see, we can somehow see this evidence in the movie industry. Observe:

Malay movie: The good gone bad OR the bad gone good OR that someone WILL die.
e.g: the bad disobeyed the mom, the mom's dead, the bad repent to be the good.

English movie: The protagonist is always there at the most crucial times with the right sound effects or music with it.
e.g: Super-whatsoever came at the right time to save Lois Jeans.

Hindi movie: Male and female falls in love and they became lovey dovey. Started to sing and so on but then something tear them apart. They will then make effort and everything ends with a happily ever after (or else the cinema will get torched).
e.g: a male from a poor family falls in love with a female from a rich family.

Tamil movies: DUSH! DUSH! All you get is a bang bang fight. DUSH!
e.g: N/A

Disney's movie: Everything is A-Okay and out of a sudden, a big trouble comes but then everything is settled at the end :).
e.g: the toys live happily until a friend is being kidnap then they went for an adventure to save the friend and he is then saved :).

French movie: They fall in love, they kiss, they make out, they copulate. Softporn.
e.g: Ma cherie, mi amour (fuckfuckfuck)

Japanese movie: Man being sexually confused.
e.g: a boy falls for a colleague in a boy's school.

Korean movie: Pathetic love story. One of the lover is dying and they will cherish whatever bullshit they have.
e.g: N/A

Indonesian movie: It's all about being religious that God will give back what you give.

Thailand movie: It's mainly about students being fags, lesbos or transsexual.

Movie made by jews: AWESOME. PERIOD.
e.g: Steven Spielberg, Hank Azaria, Sacha Baron Cohen,

SHIFT_the way you move

It was rather unfortunate for The Kop as they could finish off with a tide but then Johnson lead to a very careless own goal. Rather unprofessional but shit happens.

For all it's worth, I congratulate The Gunners for their winning. A great game indeed, worth of a commentary. With Kuyt there at the right time as he always had been and the little Russian Arshavin scored courageously. A former Kop, Xabi Alonso was also there to witness the battle between the 2 of the big four. Kudos to the Kop and the Gunners for the worth-watching game.

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Liverpool against Wigan Athletics in Anfield.

I did not managed to watch the first half but the second half was spectacular! Beautiful as a football match should be.

What interest me the most is the change of system for the Liverpool side. Reina, Agger (birthday boy on that day), Skrtl, Carragher, Mascherano, Aurelio, Insua, Benayoun, Kuyt, Gerrard, and Ngog. Eh, did I missed anyone? Oh yeah! Lucas. No he was not in at first! I know, suprising eh? Lucas was not in. No he wasn't injured or anything. He's just not in. Ngee..

So the change of system was pretty much the abscent of Lucas and Ngog as the 1 in the formation. The system then later on changed with Aurelio out and Lucas in so as Ngog out and subbed by spaniard Torres and Benayoun out for the so called super sub, italian Aurelio.

It was the 100th appearance of the pretty boy Torres for Liverpool. Having to scored 34 goals in 36 games in the EPL, I say that is pretty much impressive. Equipped with Nike Total 90, it wasn't enought thought for him as he hit the statistic to be 35 goals in 36 games in EPL as he wonderfully scored the double deflection ball against Wigan today. Beautiful.

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Note:

There was a part where the commentator did a funny bit.

"A decent defence by the douche, (pause) dutchmen".

Seriously it was funny if you hear it by yourself.

Beast of the Boulevard

Lotsa people wonder how they're gonna, you know, pull the string, you know, well, end it all, you know, - die. Well, (next statement is higly controversial) I consider myself lucky because due to some events, I managed to dug up a bit on a few plausible means of me dying. As ironic as it sounds this is no black magic or some tarrot card shit or anything it just got me figured.

1. Number one on the list. Highly plausible. Colon-cancer. It runs in the blood. My late grandfather died of it and some other causes are quite much leading me to having one.
2. Lung cancer. Having weak lung due to asthma and the harmful subtances that the world provide us, it is highly possible if I were to stay in a cold part of the world (like New Zealand perhaps) which thank God I am now in Malaysia. Tropical.
3. Diabetes. This is due to my craveness over anything sweet. If it's not sweet that I'm never gonna eat it. High sugar level could inable my insulin to be properly working.
4. Cardiac failure. Angina or whatever medical terms created to eufamised it. This is due to the diet that I practice and some other causes like stressed over on something that is actually small and no biggadeal.
5. Mechanical accident (cars and so on). Malaysia states one of the highest average death rate of car accidents.
6. Assasinated for being a cunning billionaire whom work his fortune all the way by stealing millions of people's lives by creating a genetically modified virus which I only have the cure and that it fell into some other party's hand.
7. Killed by my own genetically modified virus that were purposely made to make myself a billionaire.
8. Attacked, violated and broke by a bear in the woods.
9. Killed by my own wife for infidelity. I don't think I'm capable but some people just made it sound like its possible.
10. Took my own life for failing IB and that MARA took back the scholarship.

The post is fictitious (except that it had something to do with myself). Any similarities and resemblances are merely coincidence.

Sweetest sin

I remember the first day we met. It was like yesterday as I still taste it on my tongue. I was not very fond of you back then. Until I witness such charge that I need another touch, another taste, another fix. Then I knew, it ain't lust, it's love.

I started to make time with you once a day. Gradually it became three times a day up to a point that I just had to be with you for six to eight times a day. It was never enough. The presence of you, where every move and each impulse brings clarity and to stay like this is all that I ever need. If I'm lying I'm dying, I just can't have enough of you.

Every good things comes with a price. Our bond were challenged by so many obstacles. My parents disapproved you. My siblings too. Some of my relatives and friends too. However some likes you very much and even had the balls to said that they wanted you as theirs. Damn, was I jealoused. Then we rendevouz secretly without them knowing. Remember those times when sneaked in? Memories.

Then the challenged took its toll on me. I couldn't bare it on my shoulder and that is when I let you go. I let you went away. It was a long period of time and a day is like forever. Then time managed to heal me. I beginning to forget about you. Your smell, the touch on my lips, and your warm presence in my trouble. You were there when I was in trouble. You were there to hear every bit of my uttered word of wisdom and hatred.

I was fine when you were not around. I was a whole new man as happy as a king until one day. You showed up. You had th guts to show up in front of my naked eye. You were with my friends. Tempting me into your vicious trap. And so..
I fell back into you. Not knowing all the good things I could had without you around, I was purely blinded by you. I let my guard down and I fell for you again. So we spent time together most of the times. Hang out with our friends.

Then I knew now that I should have not fallen into you again. I realised how your evil trick works. I will put in my best effort not to fall into you again. No, not this time. Not the third time. I understand your scheme. I know them well. You too began to deteriorate my health, making me burn myself inside with every bit of your presence. You made my heart pops. You made me out of breathe with your charm. No! I'm no fool anymore. I will now resist you. I've found a new muse.

Thanks for the memories eventhough they wasn't so great. No, I don't love you. I hate you now. I do. If only you're human.

Goodbye, Dunhill, Marlboro and Winston. I'm stopping for real.

Square root of three.

I fear that I will always be a lonely number like root three,

A three is all that's good and right,

Why must my three keep out of sight,

Beneath a vicious square root sign?

I wish instead I were a nine,

For nine could thwart this evil trick,

With just some quick arithmetic.

And now I never see the sun,

As 1.7321.

Such is my reality,

A sad irrationality,

When, hark, what is this I see?

Another square root of a three,

Has quitely come waltzing by,

Together now we multiply,

To form a number we prefer,

Rejoicing as an integer.

We break free from our mortal bond,

And with a wave of magic wands,

Our square root sign become unglued,

And love for me has been renewed.

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Huh, I'm still a square root of three. None has been renewed.