tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1669927208263964212011-12-20T19:53:46.208+08:00Complaining makes you feel goodQuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.comBlogger921100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-24703146958886274912011-12-20T19:53:00.001+08:002011-12-20T19:53:46.220+08:00<div>Liv: report ****ation transfer chips hala to rahul</div><div>Rahul: means</div><div>sandhya: hey jan..</div><div>Liv: hala reported and you too</div><div>Liv: transfer chips</div><div>Liv: 2morrow ur chips gone</div><div>Hala: ok</div><div>Liv: bye2 chips</div><div>Rahul: i will lose all my chips today only</div><div>Rahul: haha</div><div>Liv: good</div><div>Rahul: nd i don't care for this little game chips</div><div>Liv: if u dont care u wont say u dont care</div><div>Liv: obviously u do</div><div>Rahul: also i have many in my rest id</div><div>Rahul: think wat u like</div><div>Liv: ya and i have a spaceship</div><div>Rahul: nd please etop irritating me </div><div>Rahul: @stop</div><div>Liv: say what u want</div><div>Hala: fuc you all</div><div>Liv: and i'll think what i like</div><div>Liv: clap2 but 2morrow ur chips gone</div><div>Rahul: soo think urself coz we al r not interested inur speaking</div><div>07:45 PM</div><div>Liv: rly if ur not interested u wont say it</div><div>Rahul: nd ya i have also reported </div><div>Liv: for?</div><div>Rahul: haha</div><div>Rahul: kids</div><div>Hala: nh</div><div>Liv: transfer again</div><div>Liv: reported</div><div>Rahul: try ur luck next day</div><div>Rahul: go from here</div><div>Liv: bye2 chips rahul</div><div>Rahul: hala and liv</div><div>Rahul: u to fake profile</div><div>Liv: transfer chips is most serious offence</div><div>Rahul: shut up</div><div>Liv: fake profile u have no evidence</div><div>Rahul: wait for tmmrw </div><div>Liv: yeah wait tomorrow ur chips gone</div><div>Liv: bye2 chips</div><div>Rahul: as i have reported both of u</div><div>Liv: but u have more serious offence</div><div>Liv: reported again rahul</div><div>Liv: ur not having any chips tomorrow</div><div>Rahul: keeping doing dat kid nd njoy </div><div>Liv: better be a kid than an indian</div><div>Rahul: see wat a indian can do</div><div>Liv: useless victory</div><div>Liv: the chips will be gone</div><div>Rahul: **** off</div><div>07:50 PM</div><div>Liv: they can win and lose chips tomorrow</div><div>Liv: indian most dirty </div><div>Rahul: ya dats why u all r coming to see us</div><div>Liv: no one wants to see u</div><div>Liv: ty for chips</div><div>Jennie: nh liv</div><div>Liv: ty u too</div><div>Jennie: ty</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-2470314695888627491?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-59425050434637314262011-12-09T07:40:00.001+08:002011-12-09T07:40:38.809+08:00<div>07:32 AM</div><div>Ramzi: nh</div><div>Ramzi: vnh</div><div>Ramzi: vvnh</div><div>Jennifer: whats ur prob?</div><div>Ramzi: vnh</div><div>Ramzi: coz u vnh sum1 who beat me</div><div>Ramzi: u were rooting for ppl who beat me</div><div>Ramzi: so take some of that</div><div>Jennifer: because ur a jerk</div><div>Ramzi: u mean because u cant outplay me im a jerk?</div><div>Jennifer: lol 50m loser</div><div>Ramzi: can get it back easy </div><div>Ramzi: see how easy i beat u</div><div>Ramzi: donks like u</div><div>Jennifer: u got lucky</div><div>Ramzi: i was the favourite</div><div>Jennifer: oh im hurt jack ass</div><div>Ramzi: u dunno anything</div><div>Ramzi: if ur not, u wont be calling me jackass</div><div>Ramzi: obv u are</div><div>Ramzi: donk</div><div>Ramzi: see in higher tables one of these days see how easy i take ur chips</div><div>Jennifer: like some one took urs lmao</div><div>Ramzi: yeah</div><div>Jennifer: hahahaha</div><div>Ramzi: hahahha</div><div>Jennifer: u cant afford to buy crap</div><div>Ramzi: it'll beeasy</div><div>07:37 AM</div><div>Ramzi: i can afford to take urs tho</div><div>Jennifer: what an arse hole</div><div>Ramzi: what a donk</div><div>Jennifer: hope u lose every thing</div><div>Ramzi: hope u win nothing</div><div>Ramzi: already reported u</div><div>Ramzi: for calling me arse</div><div>Jennifer: hahaha</div><div>Ramzi: r chips gone tomorrow </div><div>Ramzi: hahahaha</div><div>Jennifer: fkn cry baby too</div><div>Ramzi: yeah baby</div><div>Ramzi: bye2 chips</div><div>Ramzi: wohhoooo</div><div>Ramzi: tomorrow chips:0</div><div>Ramzi: i trapped u to insult me</div><div>Jennifer: chicken ****</div><div>Ramzi: now i reported u</div><div>Ramzi: LOL </div><div>Ramzi: bye2 20M</div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-5942505043463731426?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-40817506862603424292011-12-09T07:07:00.001+08:002011-12-09T07:08:48.820+08:00<div>I am obviously bored with life... I hope i can get married soon so b4 that happens... I'll resort to TROLLING LOL!!!!</div><div>Daishi: gh</div><div>Daishi: nice river</div><div>Chris: ty</div><div>Ramzi: stfu</div><div>Chris: lol oh i knoew</div><div>Chris: wouldnt have called if it wasnt an 8 lol</div><div>Ramzi: who cares idiot</div><div>Daishi: obviously you do </div><div>Ramzi: no i only care about ur mom</div><div>Daishi: mom comeback...how original</div><div>Calvin: lol</div><div>Ramzi: coz ur mom's original</div><div>Daishi: how old are you10?</div><div>Chris: lol id say 9</div><div>Calvin: nh</div><div>Ramzi: i'm old enuff to lick ur mom</div><div>Calvin: 7</div><div>Daishi: you need to get laid already</div><div>Ramzi: nice trap, chris, weee</div><div>Chris: actually i hope hes like 30 so i can laugh at how pathetic he is</div><div>Ramzi: getting laid with hotter gurls than u nerds can ever have in a lifetime</div><div>Daishi: uh huh, keep telling yourself that</div><div>Daishi: need the ego boost anyway</div><div>Chris: watching porn doesnt count kid</div><div>Ramzi: u mean keep telling myself that u're an idiot?</div><div>Ramzi: says the ugly man below me</div><div>Daishi: whatever you need to do to make yourself feel better</div><div>Daishi: and he leaves...</div><div>Ramzi: chris trees are not women FYI</div><div>Ramzi: stfu nerd</div><div>Daishi: nevermind</div><div>Chris: and star wars isnt real as much as you want it to be</div><div>Ramzi: look at ur nerdy face daishi</div><div>Daishi: so we're the nerd, and you have darth vader pic?</div><div>Chris: LMAO...STAR WARS COOL DUDE!</div><div>Ramzi: well, chris nothing beats u and ur trees</div><div>06:50 AM</div><div>Daishi: sad, just sad</div><div>Chris: whats sad is that you actually have that as your facebook profile pic....you sir are definately not getting laid</div><div>Ramzi: i lose to u in that regard</div><div>Daishi: keep digging your own grave, it's helping you out a lot</div><div>Ramzi: what's sad is that u have intercourse with trees</div><div>Daishi: ...</div><div>Chris: i can fuk my girlfriend in the woods with trees bro anytime, but you cant fuk your "imaginary" girls in a make believe star wars ship you fukin twat</div><div>Ramzi: only thing i'm digging is a grave for ur nerd face</div><div>Ramzi: chris for the last time, trees are not women</div><div>Daishi: this is getting sad, how much of an azz can you make out of yourself</div><div>Ramzi: yeah i can't be ass-er than u, daishi</div><div>Ramzi: that nerd face is just the worse ever creation</div><div>Daishi: at least i dont hide behind a star wars pic</div><div>Ramzi: who's hiding?</div><div>Ramzi: I am darth vader</div><div>Daishi: tsk tsk</div><div>Chris: your face must be HIDEOUS since you prefer to have darth vader on yours......and hideous is a bigger word for extremely ugly</div><div>Ramzi: chris is busy with his trees LOL</div><div>Chris: since your not out of the 8th grade</div><div>Ramzi: ooohhh sum1's trying on a comeback LOL LOL</div><div>Daishi: be back in a bit</div><div>Ramzi: i rather be in 8th grade than fuking with trees OMG</div><div>Chris: ok im done talking to you is ACTUALLY making me feel dumber...lata, gotta love that mute button</div><div>Ramzi: daishi go out and flush ur face in a toilet bowl sumwhere</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-4081750686260342429?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-19647764364927142972010-07-30T03:11:00.003+08:002010-07-30T03:18:14.541+08:00I realized that during the day when my mind is occupied by more rationale stuff, I am in my normal mode and then when night comes and my eternal loneliness will creep in (this loneliness is largely due to the fact that I do not have anyone who is truly in my orbit and only God knows what position i'm in), that is when the evil side appears.<div><br /></div><div>yes, the side that hungers for lust, gluttony, envy and pride. Yes. This dark side shows up and i become a totally different person. </div><div><br /></div><div>it's battling, these two sides, and I really hope the good, rationale side will eventually win...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-1964776436492714297?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-6818550977178825422010-07-20T04:57:00.002+08:002010-07-20T05:08:54.210+08:00After awhile i realized this chinese girl is turning me deeper deeper into a very dark me.. My values are basically whitewashed by this smiling sorceress...<div><br /></div><div>Her smile, fair skin, engaging eyes are blinding me from reality so much that I feel like I am Alice in Wonderland when I am around her.. Logic and proportion are brutally diminished..</div><div><br /></div><div>And I am caught in these whirl of lust and infatuation...</div><div><br /></div><div>I finally see the ugliness of this fantasy after all.... If u live in a fragile world that you instinctively know will eventually crumble, staying in it is idiosyncrasy at the nth order...</div><div><br /></div><div>So I affirmed myself over and over again to not make a mistake like what Bella did in Twilight Saga: sacrificing reality for eternal fantasy which will eventually be a poisonous thorn in your heart that will lead to the ultimate pain in the end...</div><div><br /></div><div>God save me... </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-681855097717882542?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-70553323216635523042010-07-06T03:02:00.002+08:002010-07-06T03:11:20.723+08:00Beauty is something subjective and yet everybody generally agree that something is indeed beautiful. For example, a lot of people do consider the Black Pearl of SNSD possesses the most beautiful S-Line in SNSD (me included)<div><br /></div><div>But Yuri is not dead so what the f+ is it about my f+ing title anyway? Yeah, I'm referring to the definition of beauty in tennis and football- Roger Federer and Argentina.</div><div><br /></div><div>It's sad that I am one of those romantic type of homo sapien that appreciate beauty. I mean, my relationships with the opposite sex has been based mainly on beauty altho it's always deemed superficial by a lot of people.</div><div><br /></div><div>I do realize now that beauty is indeed superficial.. it leads to heartache especially when u root for it... And beauty does fade away and definitely beatable. Just like Messi for Argentina and Federer... </div><div><br /></div><div>No matter how beautiful u play, if u can't win, then beauty is second best to force. </div><div><br /></div><div>Same as things in life. An old man with a big wallet can defeat against a handsome young boy in the race for a girl's heart. Beauty doesn't always lose. When it wins, it will be BEAUTIFUL.</div><div><br /></div><div>But when it loses, like this year, it brings a lot of depression and the feeling of hopelessness similiar to DEATH.......</div><div><br /></div><div>T.T....</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-7055332321663552304?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-51549617412289136722010-07-05T02:34:00.002+08:002010-07-05T02:44:11.869+08:001st up, I think my mental state has gone up a notch a bit in the past month. I believe more... I am a little bit confident.. and I can see the picture of my future a little bit clearer.<br /><br />Previously, it has been BLURR.. So blurrr that I am looping this indecisive loop in my head. After you've completed something, u feel confident and then u want to complete another thing and so it goes.. My life is miles away from being complete, but I can see some way of completing it compared to me 1 year ago where I am in a total wreck in confidence and direction.<br /><br />I also came to the conclusion that's it's useless to try and follow other people. It's just almost impossible for me. I just can't have the same mentality as most of my frens altho we are the greatest of frens.<br /><br />In the end, I can't be like them because this is how I am born like, it's programmed from the beginning. I found out that in this country, in this society that I live in, my idea of the life I want to live is ill-advised.<br /><br />But I don't think it's possible for me to live like most people. No matter how much I feel isolated, how lonely I am in being the way I am, I am most comfortable being like this...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-5154961741228913672?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-27785121544295831872010-05-05T22:37:00.002+08:002010-05-05T23:27:28.356+08:00Love is a funny thing and to me, is a painful thing. Funnily enough, the ones you want the most is the most dangerous to go after.<br /><br />And also when the person u love also loves u, they feel the same thing and negative emotion like jealousy, uncertainty are amplified greatly even with micro gestures.<br /><br />As I love her so much, I am also very afraid to stare at her for too long as I am scared that I may even fall in love deeper.<br /><br />And my way of doing this, is to act cool altho in my head it's chaos as I try to contain my desire to just have her in my arms.<br /><br />As a result, I dont look at her and try my best to look towards other things in the surroundings and on occasions, try to be friendly with other girls to reduce my overwhelming affection for her.<br /><br />And she gets angry and as much as I want to explain to her the weird mechanism that my weird mind adopts, I cant.<br /><br />I am numb with her. My IQ drops so much when I am with her.<br /><br />So she began hating me for my actions and it hurts.<br /><br />It's so painful. I hate this. I wish I never meet someone like this who I would fall in love.<br /><br />I just wish this will end. It's too heavy. I should just meet someone I can live with and not someone I cant live without.<br /><br />Because when the feeling is too intense, it's excruciating when jealousy, uncertainty emerges.<br /><br />So much that it's life-threatening...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-2778512154429583187?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-7044350736549331442010-04-20T08:10:00.002+08:002010-04-20T08:29:51.425+08:00Que not rationale. When I look back into the past of my eventful and relatively troubled life compared to the wonderful life I should be living in, I came to the conclusion that Que not rationale.<br /><br />I made probably more irrational decisions in my life than rationale ones. Even on the tiny decisions in my life, I always choose the weird way and the crooked road most rationale individuals would never even think of choosing<br /><br />YES. If I was rationale, I should have long turned all the gifts God gave me into a wonderful and successful life. But here I am, in a deep hole in life in a lot of aspects although I know millions of people are in a deeper hole than I am with less or no tools to climb out.<br /><br />But wait, the correct feeling of viewing the past in this way is self-pity but somehow, I do not feel pity for myself or more precisely, I do not have the supposed amount of pity on myself after all the shit that I went thru.<br /><br />Somehow, I feel blessed with all the experience that I went thru and the people I met.<br /><br />Even when I am in the lower echelon of society, I am grateful that in this level of society, I am able to have friends around me and also I met the girl i probably love more than any girl I ever met in my life.<br /><br />YES. Love makes shit look like gold. Love makes Beast look like Beauty.<br /><br />I am grateful I met a girl who is so warm, I feel like I am in the presence of the Sun Angel everytime i'm around her. But again, to live forever with her, is not a rationale decision for me.<br /><br />NO. Not even close to a rationale decision. Too many roadblocks. Social stigma, incompatibility at the highest level................<br /><br />Yet, the correct feeling that I should feel fail to emerge in my heart and again I am following what my heart feels and again I am going for someone I shouldn't even think of going after not because I am not qualified for her but I just am not SUPPOSED to be with her.<br /><br />I know the brief times I have with her probably won't last and when we go our separate ways, I probably am gonna have a BIG HOLE in my heart, which should have been an even bigger reason for me to stay away from her.<br /><br />But again, this twisted head of mine just am thinking of every possible way I can be with her forever.<br /><br />No matter how illogical, no matter how inappropriate, no matter how irrational it will be, I am going to try.<br /><br />Becoz, Q not rationale.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-704435073654933144?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-4769304041270165072010-01-17T06:45:00.002+08:002010-01-17T07:03:00.900+08:00Talking about habits. I believe that since I am stuck in this distorted reality that I create inside my head, humans around me are like characters in TV. I feel little connection whatsoever with anyone even with my closest of close friends. In this ignorant world of mine, as I watch people around me live their life, it's almost like watching a movie.<br /><br />It's hard to know when had I created this functional world of my own that leads me to being ultimately functional in the outside but dangerously dysfunctional in the inside.<br /><br />Maybe becoz I experienced a lot of pain and altho they are healed, the way I react to things are almost automatic. To live, u gotta almost not care what people think about you, which is why i hardly get affected with insults by anyone anymore.<br /><br />But the negative thing is, as I close the tunnel of insults, I also closed the tunnel of advices. None of anyone's advice really sticks in my mind. It comes and goes. I hardly agree in my head that someone else's opinion is better than mine.<br /><br />It's an act. I am, myself is a character when I am with people. When they look at me, they are convinced they can read all about me because humans are so easily tricked by giving them a false reaction to things.<br /><br />I have lived long enuff to know what to do to look innocent, to look troubled, to look successful, to look naive that in the end I ended up deceiving a lot of people with my emotions.<br /><br />So I guess it has become a habit.<br /><br />A Dangerous Habit.... And the consequence is deadly because as for now, the only person who truly knows the real me is me.<br /><br />T.T<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-476930404127016507?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-66714315927204427742010-01-11T03:27:00.002+08:002010-01-11T03:34:26.465+08:00I feel that I am so lazy and so uninitiated that I think I do not deserve to feel happy about myself at all but I do. I am comfortable with who I am altho it's nearer to ignorance than entitlement.<br /><br />Past 2 days I have decided that going out is better than staying home, doing something is better than doing nothing, eending the day feeling tired is better than feeling energized.<br /><br />I have a lot of fears. Biggest is failure to fail altho I have taken so many risks in life. I feel that I have stopped taking massive risks becoz of the failures I have experienced.<br /><br />I decided, I have to continue taking risks even if I fail even more becoz life without risks is unmomentous. It is stuck in its idle inertia.<br /><br />Thus, this is my resolve for new year altho it's already mid-Jan. I dont care becoz for me, everyday is the same. It's still 24 hours altho it's Raya or New Year or whateva.<br /><br />So, who the F cares....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-6671431592720442774?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-84261449767306745222009-12-16T19:46:00.002+08:002009-12-16T19:51:12.907+08:00Sometimes I feel like an idiot becoz I think idiots like me are the one who constantly get things wrong and do idiotic things.<br /><br />Since I have pretty much been through a lot in my age, I think I have to treat each and every idiotic thing as normal and should solve the problems, not think about the idiotic consequences of a problem.<br /><br />Life is like my poker chips. When i lose them, i can get them back but I need to be patient and not be crazy like Crazy Frog and go ding ding ding all the way to Japan and China slapping Pimsleur in the face.<br /><br />SO I need to suppress all the anger that I feel when I do an idiot thing and use it in the right and left direction so that the idiot train will stop and go back to the correct station.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-8426144976730674522?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-47308563997907842052009-12-10T23:36:00.002+08:002009-12-10T23:59:16.886+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SyEWIh-aHBI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/c9BWcntKjzE/s1600-h/tiger%2520woods%2520and%2520elin.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SyEWIh-aHBI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/c9BWcntKjzE/s400/tiger%2520woods%2520and%2520elin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413632562890939410" border="0" /></a>Being an avid sports fan (i'm the laziest sports fan ever), it's hard to ignore the recent hot topic of Tiger WoodyWood Pecker..<br /><br />Although golf is probably more boring than tennis (which is why I watch tennis more), Tiger makes it more exciting by at least 70% with his Nadal-like manner and Federer-like shot-making. I mean, the guy can hit a small freaking sign board 100 yards away with a ball so small it's almost inconceivable that you can control it the way he does.<br /><br />And recently, he made it even more exciting with his recent sex scandal.<br /><br />I mean, the guy is blessed. I watched ET at channel 5 recently and Forbes put him 2nd in the most rich celebrity. That's more than Mr. Beckham and Angelina Jolie or Brad Pitt. He only lost to Oppsrah HouseWifery.<br /><br />I mean. the guy freaking owns in life. Rich, golf, fame and last but not least. He has a freaking pretty and cute and stunning and beautiful supermodel wife, Elin.<br /><br />WTF man, and 1 car accident and all hell broke lose. It is now widely accepted that he had freaking 10 alleged mistresses.<br /><br />WTF is wrong with this guy. His wife is all that a man could ask for and she owns all his mistresses by a mile.<br /><br />http://blog.taragana.com/e/2009/12/08/tiger-woods-10-alleged-mistresses-photos-and-video-recap-67836/<br /><br />Just watch the link above and compare urself. Dhuhhhh.....<br /><br />Oh wait, I'm not a multi-billionaire golfer so I might be speaking from a normal man's view. But still, it's a lil bit hard to accept this.<br /><br />Maybe when u have so much money, this is what happens. Girls fall on your lap with a finger-snap and your wife swings a golf club at your expensive vehicle in your 17M mansion.<br /><br />Talk about having too much.<br /><br />TOO MUCH OF SUMTHING IS BAD ENUFF-Spice Girl<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-4730856399790784205?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-14537320524007600642009-10-19T00:18:00.003+08:002009-10-19T00:26:21.970+08:00I think nowadays I think my life is automatic. I just set out things I wanna do and try to achieve.<br /><br />I dare not wander around the deeper side of things anymore. Although it is the thing that makes me weird and unique, I do not want to be a 'Vincent Van Gogh' anymore. I just want to be Ben Stiller. A comedian. Makes ppl laugh and relate to people.<br /><br />I think life is good enough to have something to achieve.<br /><br />a) Money<br />b) Girls<br /><br />Competition is fun but you can never be no.1 in everything. You can be a very good one in something but you must have a god-gifted talent to be no.1.<br /><br />So I'll just continue doing my missions and pressing the throttle. Just put to gear D and just drive.<br /><br />No need to change gear.<br /><br />Just D... until you reach a traffic light. Then Stop but then it's back to D....<br /><br />iDiot....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-1453732052400760064?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-3960010542518336622009-10-08T19:57:00.002+08:002009-10-08T20:25:11.577+08:00It's been long since I have something to complain. After all, this is complaining blog. So. I really need to have something to complain. Actually, lots of things have happened that should have been complained but I just feel that I have grown up a lot to complain about everything.<br /><br />Anyway, I just feel sick right now. I feel like I have migrated to Bellagio casino in Las Vegas and had taken up professional poker-playing. Yes. The Texas Hold'em Poker application in Facebook is as addictive as gambling is.<br /><br />What makes this game even more addictive is that we play without using our own money. So, even if you lost 3.3Million chips in one night like I did, who the F cares anyway. But losing money is just part of the danger of compulsive gambling which is non-existant by playing with no real money.<br /><br />YES. Only the tip of the iceberg as far as I am concerned. There's 2 more things that it makes one lose. It is TIME and SANITY.<br /><br />Let me elaborate on the life of me, Alberto Ramzi aka Idiot from Northern Europe aka Renaissance man from Western California in the past 3 weeks.<br /><br />Every extra time I have after studying or doing homework whateva is spent on gambling. In fact, I dunno if I have learnt anything in the past 3 weeks. What an idiotic stint I had. Shambolic performance from a human being. But this is all part of the devil's agenda. YES. F-ing 'game of luck'.<br /><br />I am taking steps to stop this seemingly unstoppable habit. I am puting time cap now. Freaking time cap. 4 hours only on this lame game. 4 hours?. Sounds long but when u play this freaking game it, time flies like chicken wings fly from the KFC microwave. Hours felt like seconds. In fact, Days feel like seconds when u play this devilish game. WHAT THE FREAKING F is WRONG WITH ME!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br />'Lucky' it's not real money. Yes, it's not. But since it's not real money, the agony of loss is halved so you almost can't stop. Your sanity hangs by a thin thread. Your IQ is irrelevant now. It goes down like the stock markets. Brain cells get destroyed every minute.<br /><br />This 'disease' is no more a negligible one. It is spreading through my life like a flesh-eating virus. The pain is unfelt but the lost of vital organs must be a major signal for me to stop. But no, somehow losing your hands and feet is passed for the feeling of ecstasy of winning.<br /><br />I've finally have woken up. Or have I? Maybe just 10% but it's a miracle already.<br /><br />R.I.P. Ace.Kings.Queens.Jacks. 10.9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-396001054251833662?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-61396831282217245222009-09-15T08:32:00.002+08:002009-09-15T08:51:18.916+08:00I have 2 accounts. But I never transfer money between them because I know people that get banned having 2 accounts. Actually, having 2 accounts is no crime. The crime is transferring money between these 2 accounts. And the only way you'll get detected is transferring using the same IP address. So say you have an active IP address that changes everytime, this will not detected.<br /><br />There's a rule that prevent people from benefiting from the send chips button.<br /><br />1) A player can only receive maximum 100k chips for some period<br /><br />2) A player can give maximum 500k ( I can only give 1k more using the Koharu account which means I have sent 499k to frens LOL)<br /><br />So, although u can 'send chips' between accounts using different IPs, it doesn't matter because 100k does not guarantee you'll get high. You still have to win.<br /><br />Here's the tip of getting a lot and I am not the only one who says this, all the people I ask in there said the same thing.<br /><br />PLAY AT HIGHER TABLES.<br /><br />Dont worry if you lose a few times, you just need to win ONE BIG POT and that's it. After you win that BIG POT, stand up and buy in with a lower amount so that you don't lose all that chips you won and STOP when you start losing a lot. Just make sure everytime you go to a table:-<br /><br />1) win more than ur original amount<br />2) lose little than ur normal amount<br />3) never goes down too much<br /><br />Just 1 win is all that is needed.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-6139683128221724522?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-45459124038994313922009-08-25T08:34:00.004+08:002009-08-25T08:54:48.555+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SpMzAu_sqyI/AAAAAAAAAQI/XEGb6VC9Fhc/s1600-h/23818_news.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SpMzAu_sqyI/AAAAAAAAAQI/XEGb6VC9Fhc/s400/23818_news.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373694868091349794" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">............ long time didn't post a post because I am busy playing Poker Hold'Em in FookBook.....</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Yesterday, I slept early at 9pm and then unsuprisingly woke up at 3am. SO I thought I could watch my Liverpool play while eating and sahur at the same time (Killing 3 Alberto with one stone).</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">So I went to my favourite shop nearby and quite a lot of my neighbours are there watching the game ( all apparently had the same idea as mine).</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">So Liverpool started good. First it was the Golden Boy Mr.Torres shot and the Torres, Gerrard and Benayoun all miskicked the ball (how the f did this happen?). And then Mr. Captain Marvel shot a beautiful shot that went above the crossbar. So, NORMALLY, when this happens, Liverpool will eventually press and press and then win the game.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">But NO, somebody with the POWER to change things changed everything. Someone who has the ability to stop the wave of the Reds. And NO, it was not Ashley Young or James Milner from Aston Villa, it was F-ing LucASS. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Mr. LucASS has been defended by Rafa Mafia who said that this young boy (22 is a 'young boy'?) should not be criticized by the fans and media as he is still learning. A player who gets defended by the manager normally should respond by proving the critics wrong.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">But NORMAL and Lucas can never be mentioned in the same sentence. Mr. Lucas heads a harmless freekick by Ashley Young into his own net. It was a marvelous header, IF and ONLY IF, it was into the opposing team's net.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">But F-ing LucASS just have to make me laugh again. His position is CM which is not Central Midfielder but Comedian Midfielder. F-ing SHITE!!!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Yes, I know Fasting Month I should not be angry.. Calm down...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-4545912403899431392?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-73302907816052614092009-08-11T01:08:00.006+08:002009-08-11T01:34:59.845+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SoBZW65zBPI/AAAAAAAAAQA/PQAbm33CkfU/s1600-h/innocence.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SoBZW65zBPI/AAAAAAAAAQA/PQAbm33CkfU/s400/innocence.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368389006129300722" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">A lot of focus is cast upon being smart and intelligent that sometimes people tend to overlook the HEART.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">I am a poker-player, DOTA-player, farmville-player, chess-player, PES2009 player. I am anything but <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">innocent</span>. I do not intend harm on people or wish other people misfortunes, but hell, do I love to beat them...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">In the classes I am attending, there's the 'robotic' group I mentioned earlier who gets A-grades tests with amazing ease and there's the 'tension' group consists of people struggling and also a group that I am somewhat interested in.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Yes, they are the 'purehearts'. Most are girls. These girls may not be half as smart (on average) to the robotic group, but it amazes me how these girls can be freaking enthusiastic in class which can only come from their sheer joy of being in a freaking lecture hall and labs!!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">A guy as calculative as I am (although some people say I look innocent... Pffttt) would never understand how these girls can maintain such beaming energy in their comparatively weak bodies and simply love doing what they are doing.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">I am pretty much sure that I will eventually get hooked up with these type of girls and so far in my history of love interests, it has always been the girls who are too pure too be true...-.-'.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Although my judgement may be clouded by lustful desires and appreciation for female beauty, I think it's fair to say that I find these type of people at times annoying due to the fact that they are so carefree but also can be simultaneously amusing to me.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Now... where's my 'love-potion'? Kehkehkeh...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-7330290781605261409?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-31012088980512033302009-08-06T03:06:00.006+08:002009-08-06T03:34:11.568+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SnnZNBRmQJI/AAAAAAAAAP4/fiIV3hWtgSQ/s1600-h/Emma-Watson-005.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SnnZNBRmQJI/AAAAAAAAAP4/fiIV3hWtgSQ/s400/Emma-Watson-005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366559248692428946" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">In a scenario where I imagine that if I am in my first date with Miss.E.Watson, I don't think i'll talk about video games, Malaysian politics, my fascination over Japanese girls and also my obsession with tennis and football.</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"> I would probably have to talk about the weather in Britain, her 'liberal arts' degree in US and the rumors of her off-screen love affair with Daniel Radcliffe.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I have always admired my dad's social omnipotent social prowess and wondered how effortless he made socializing look. Compared to him in the social department, I am a kitten with no claws while he is the King of the Jungle.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">Not only is he good at being around his own race, with his mastery of the Hokkien, Hakka and the general Mandarin dialect, but also, he is well-received among the Malay and Indian community. This mind-boggling diversity that he has has been a riddle I have yet to figure out.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">One thing that I am beginning to learn is that you need to adjust yourself among different groups. Every group have their own belief and hates and likes which social geniuses like my dad can figure without thinking. Call it talent.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">For the past 2 months, I have been around so many different types of people : nerds, teachers, doctors, businessmen, freaks... And I realized that you can't be the same person all the time. It's not really pretending, it's more like adapting yourself to people. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Of coz, for birds that can't soar, God made lower branches. I always aim to fly high in everything which is why it is not obligatory that you have to mix with everyone as long as you have you are in a comfort zone. But it isn't my style to be in a comfort zone.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">So, I will try to mix with everyone and hopefully I can be a SOCIAL ANIMAL like my dad, one day..^^</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-3101208898051203330?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-13384474333518673042009-08-01T21:52:00.003+08:002009-08-01T22:12:39.683+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SnRI99A5GUI/AAAAAAAAAPo/hh8XTURJxsg/s1600-h/500px-android-logosvg.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SnRI99A5GUI/AAAAAAAAAPo/hh8XTURJxsg/s400/500px-android-logosvg.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364993285292628290" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Got to know some Chinese boys in my class and woooppsss, they have common interest with me which is play Dota. So past few days i've been hanging out with them playing Dota and boy are they so freaking fast and efficient. It feels like i've been hanging out with some Artificial Intelligence androids which execute what they intend to do at such blistering speed, it's inhumane.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">And it does not stop there. These boys, who are 2-3 years younger than me, do their homework like C3PO and R2-D2. So effing efficient that I feel freaking slow when around them. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">And their jokes are also robotic. Not that it's not funny, but I don't think a sensitive girl can stand their insensitive jokes which attack your personality and makes fun of you as if you are a clown. Luckily, I am do not view highly of myself thus, I do not mind their jokes too much.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">I used the nickname 'HellBringer' in a LAN game and they were saying, 'Ooohh so scary... Bring the Hell, man!!'....=.=' and when they kill me,'yeah, yeah kill the Banana Bringer!!'... =.=' and I got killed 10 times ...=.='</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">So we went to this McD and I saw this Malay family speaking English and it was obvious that they were rich people and we were waiting for our food so I observed this girl who is like a robot too.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">She was ordering for the whole family and was waving her hand like someone explaining how to drill rocks in oil rigs... 'Miss, I want Strawberry sundae with 2 value meals and regular ones with 1 Large one and also add one Apple pie and 1 Ice Lemon Tea... beep...beep...beep..' with changing face expression and monotonic voice... I could almost see one big sweat coming out of the cashier's head trying hard to keep up with her..</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Sigh... If I stay around these people long enuff, I might turn to one too but at the moment, I am just an analog human boy living around digital androids... <span style="font-weight: bold;">HELP ME!!!!</span>... >.<'</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-1338447433351867304?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-6519779997766756532009-07-29T13:41:00.009+08:002009-07-29T14:38:48.505+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/Sm_jg6xiH7I/AAAAAAAAAPg/nb7J2e9UKuI/s1600-h/421451.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/Sm_jg6xiH7I/AAAAAAAAAPg/nb7J2e9UKuI/s400/421451.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363755835893882802" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">Don't get me wrong. I don't hate authority IF AND ONLY IF all of them smile warmly at you like Emma in the pic but this almost never happen in real life.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">But really, the past 4 days has reminded me why I always go against authority. Why? Coz incidentally, i have been in touch with authority for 3 friggin' times in the last 4 days!!!! Same number of times I had problems with authority in a year!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;">Incident 1: Getting summoned for parking at the side of the road at Jalan Pudu (26th July 2009)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Went to pick up my fren who was happily eating KFC when I told him that I am going to be there in like 20 minutes. I underestimated my knowledge on the KL roads and did not got lost and arrived in 15 minutes but didnt see him anywhere outside and since there were so many cars behind me, I parked beside the road. Went into the KFC and asked my fren to go out for 5 minutes only to get a RM100 ticket which I don't know when I am going to pay. DAMN!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;">Incident 2: Stopped by a police for going against the One-Way Street in Bandar Baru Ampang (28th July 2009)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Went to get a RM7-carwash and also check the car's timing belt at my trusted mechanic. There was a night market and I was trying to avoid traffic so I went against the one-way road right in from of the traffic police who was monitoring traffic there. I assumed that they were too busy controlling the traffic but was proved wrong when a policemen riding a motorcycle came and asked me for my IC. 'You are chinese muslim, huh?'.... Zzzzz.... Nubrant.... Sweettalked him and also put on my innocent face and luckily I didn't get summoned... PHEW!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Incident 3: Getting stopped by Ops Car Sticker in my university</span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">(29th July 2009)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Went to Uni as usual and was shocked that there was a traffic jam inside the uni only to realize that it is an Ops-Check-Your-Car-Sticker-Got-Or-Not?. OK. I thought that may just let me pass if I show that I have a matrics card. Wrong move. They are actually looking for students who don't have car sticker. DAMN!!..</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">UM Officer (UMO)</span>: Do you live inside or outside?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Me: Outside. Trying to apply inside.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">UMO</span>: You realize that any car that goes through the gate needs to have a sticker?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Me: Errr... But I live outside (What's the point of she asking whether I stay outside or inside earlier?)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">UMO</span>: No. You should have one when you breathe the air inside the UM.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Me: Owhh.. OK.. Sorry miss but my seniors all had cars with no sticker and they stay inside. Does that mean that if I stay inside, I don't need to have a car sticker?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">UMO</span>: R u trying to be funny, kid? Or r u trying to say that we are not doing our job?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Me: No, miss. I was just saying that my seniors are the one to blame for me not knowing that I need a car sticker. (Making innocent face)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">UMO</span>: We will get them who dont have car stickers, since you seem to complain why we didn't catch your seniors, I think I am gonna fine you rm20</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Me: Errrr... (Making Blur face)... But this is my first time, miss... </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">UMO</span>: You seem like a student who have no intiative and awareness, did you not check the online website</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Me: Sorry, miss. I will try to be more more 'initiative and awareness' next time and check the Umisisweb</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">UMO</span>: Wow, so you know the website address, huh? (Sarcastic) OK you can go and apply it online, if I see you again, i'll definitely fine you (getting tired talking to me)</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Me: Thanks maam... Sorry..</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">Sucks.. I hate authority...Zzzzz</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-651977999776675653?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-53304589251352955782009-07-26T09:14:00.005+08:002009-07-26T10:12:02.610+08:00<object width="340" height="285"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CCUvDJmhP_U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CCUvDJmhP_U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"></embed></object><br />Just watched this interview of cute Emma with my favourite host ever, Mr.Letterman.. I am not a Harry Potter fan... I dunno... I just don't like fights that does not involve fists and kung-fu kicks. I mean, anyone can hold a stick and scream 'SackYourMom!!!!' or 'PringlesIsTasty!!' and then hold the stick and stare each other while the 'magic' collides like fireworks .... Snore...<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">I JUST DONT GET IT!!! Ok... so the characters are well-defined and the wizard competition is fun but when most of the movie is about how 'powerful' and 'scary' Voldamolester is and how Hairy Pothead is 'the ONE!!!', I just can't help but sleep when Dumblebee gets killed by Sneijder...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">But there's one character that I like... HERMOINE GRANGER!!!... She's ... errr, I actually dunno what is her role in the story... Darn... Errr.... Oh well, what I know is... She's PRETTY.... hahha... The only scenes that I remember in Harry Potter movies are the ones she's in...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">So in the video above, she talks about her wardrobe malfunction, bla bla bla bla... her college... I actually dont know what she's talking about becoz all I watch is HER... she's gorgeous... </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Anyway, there's one part that I was interested which is that she smokes and there was debate in the comments for the video about her smoking = she is badass... Really?? Who cares, man... Would I not marry her just because she smokes??? Nope. Would I not kiss her because her lips smells tobacco? Nope... </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">Smoking doesn;t mean you are bad. It's just a habit. It's like if you have a habit of eating a lot, does that mean you are a bad person? It just means that you are a FAT person, but not bad. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">But, of course, if I see a girl smoke in real life, I will think she's a little bit bad... Oooopss, biased...<br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-5330458925135295578?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-74352584253424680712009-07-23T16:40:00.006+08:002009-07-23T17:22:55.443+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/Smgnzv9yh6I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/NRJl96HE6p0/s1600-h/funny-pictures-cat-chess-pawnd.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/Smgnzv9yh6I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/NRJl96HE6p0/s320/funny-pictures-cat-chess-pawnd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361579126387017634" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I am a game addict. I like winning, I hate losing. Sometimes people call me childish because of this. Well, it's just the way I am. I think if it's a game, it's only a game. I take the game seriously and have fun winning but sometimes if I lose, I tension but I will realize that it is only a game.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">Since I am having problem getting my mind focused on studying since it is only the 3rd week at Uni, I have a lot of time. Maybe this the 3-day no-class combo of Friday+Saturday+Sunday this week should be used to learn everything in advance and also doing some projects but I am just not full speed yet.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Anyway, I spend my free time playing Yahoo!Chess now replacing DOTA as it costs less to play Yahoo!Chess. My record is quite good, 60 wins 110 losses for a noob like me.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">I learned a few tricks but something that makes me a lil bit tension is when I am destroying an opponent and then got checkmated. This is an age-old thing in games. OVERCONFIDENCE and ARROGANCE can lead to your doom.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I think I have lost about 15 games like this and usually these kind of games is what makes me stop playing for the day. It happened to me quite frequently lately like yesterday, I had an advantage of 2 knights and 1 bishop and about 3 pawns but still lost becoz I used castling and didn't open the pawns so my king got trapped and I made the mistake of challenging the rook of my enemies which was covered by another rook and then got CHECKMATED.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">Haiyaaaa... these type of games really breaks my confidence and EGO. It is like:<br />1) Missing a head shot from 2cm range using NightHawk because you are too excited<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">2) got free tickets for a Gold Class in GSC but can't watch it because left the tickets at home</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">3) Koharu calling from Japan saying she likes you but dumped you because you arrive for 1st date 1 hour late due to too much dreaming<br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">All in all, I still love this game because it is like DOTA without all the special effects and ownage. The sweet taste of victory is the same and the losses hurt as much.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">CHECKYOURA$$,MATE!!</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-7435258425342468071?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-34453493868617000522009-07-21T08:45:00.002+08:002009-07-21T08:52:52.417+08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SmUP8aNhJvI/AAAAAAAAAPI/T8dVZVxqfpk/s1600-h/360-Drowsy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360708461957031666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SmUP8aNhJvI/AAAAAAAAAPI/T8dVZVxqfpk/s320/360-Drowsy.jpg" border="0" /></a> Everytime I go back to KL after a weekend at my hometown, I feel slow, weak, loser and drowsy like Donkey.<br /><br />I dunno if this is something I am born with: NO STAMINA. I dont feel tired. Just feeling slow up there in the head. Really slow...<br /><br />Watched the Goal 1 and Goal 2 movies ripped from Mr.J. I wonder how the football and tennis players cope with the travelling but considering that Santiago Munez was slow after he arrived at Newcastle, I guess it's a normal thing.<br /><br />I guess I need to exercise a bit. Maybe playing some games which is physical because running to kill someone with knife in CS is not possible for me in real life because I will faint before I could reach Jim, the sniper... :D :D<br /><br />YAWWWWNNNNNNNNN!!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-3445349386861700052?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-7396712920687812482009-07-15T09:41:00.008+08:002009-07-15T16:19:38.526+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/Sl2RCMcMb6I/AAAAAAAAAPA/cPfY8d9LDIk/s1600-h/Koha+MU.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/Sl2RCMcMb6I/AAAAAAAAAPA/cPfY8d9LDIk/s400/Koha+MU.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358598598526005154" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">First, of all.......(Drum Roll)...... HAPI HAPI BIRTHDAY, KOHA!!!!! To the sweet+kawaii+supergenki+supercrazy</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">Miss Koharu Kusumi... happy 17th Birthday!!! YEAY!!! YEAYY!!! Kohhhhhh Harrrrr!!!!!! Ding Dong (Trumpet) ... Fireworks ......</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Ok.....I read newspaper (Free Sun newspaper in library) today and yup... it's OWEN in MU... WOW.... really weird seeing Owen in MU... But I have a soft spot for Owen because of the goals he scored when he was in the past and during the Liverpool days and that goal against Argentina in World Cup finals is surely one of the best World Cup goals ever.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I think this might actually work for MU becoz I think Owen typifies what Manchester United players are : hardworking, non-controversial and professional... And he gets CR no.7 jersey... I dont think he'll be good as Cristiano but I always dislike Cristiano for his super-cocky attitude.. Owen will make a better no.7 in terms of a good person...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Even Bobby Charlton and Gary Neville thinks Owen's gonna score a lot...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">I will support for Owen next season to revive under Alex Ferguson... Benitez really made a mistake in not signing Owen which is why Ferguson will always be better than Benitez...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Ganbate!!!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-739671292068781248?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-1419473790753802712009-07-14T16:08:00.007+08:002009-07-14T16:46:44.405+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/Slw-AHJ8ikI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Z-mC4HDTKI0/s1600-h/enan51l.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 252px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/Slw-AHJ8ikI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Z-mC4HDTKI0/s320/enan51l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358225828305734210" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">Suprisingly when semester starts, I have more free time than during holidays. SIgh... So I have time to read news. I read NST about this and seached this </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><a style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;" href="http://www.telegraph.co.uk/scienceandtechnology/science/sciencenews/5700954/Women-show-grace-under-pressure-while-men-gamble.html">article</a></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"> (click to read) on the net about men taking risks.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Back then, I found the Dick Masterson vid in Youtube where his ideology is that Men>Women.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">From watching him more and more, I knew he did this (and even have a website menarebetterthanwomen.com and a book) to be a professional troll and gain money from it LOL. There is no way every single men on this earth is better than every single women and also there's no way for all men to be better than women in every area of life.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">So the article I read is about the possibility of men taking risks higher than women. The test that they did is pumping a balloon without it getting blown with the reward of getting money. The result is men on average pumps the balloon 48 times and women 38 times.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">After reading this, I was thinking,'Men must be brave then and have BALLS more than women'... but the article said during this economic problem that we have, taking too much risks is not really a good idea and that the research means that men will resort to gambling, having affair and alcoholic.WTF!!... This is sexist... </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Err.... maybe the researchers here are girls who wants to take a swipe at men because taking risks doesnt mean gambling, having affair etc.... It's hard to see how anything can be gained without taking risks....</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Anyway, I dunno but I think the simple thing is Men=Women.. finish story... no controversy... :D</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-141947379075380271?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-60931919892073833062009-07-12T16:20:00.007+08:002009-07-14T16:47:07.687+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/Slmk7wdxXZI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/I1_oKo3nXnM/s1600-h/LoveHurts.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/Slmk7wdxXZI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/I1_oKo3nXnM/s320/LoveHurts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357494578262924690" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Since I have not much work for 1st week of Uni, I probably want to write about something and it is dedicated to a friend who recommended me 'Liar Game'.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">So this post I am going to discuss about, the Ex game.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I think, from experience, that in order to get over the love of your life which left you or broke up with you (in short, ex-gf), I think we need to</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">1) Time heals all wound (need to give time)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">2) Ignorance is Bliss (Ignoring all the things that might remind you of her is better)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">3) Dont only tolerate, learn to accept - from our PM, Dato' Najib Tun Razak (Tolerate means we try to withstand the things that reminds us about her, what is better is just accept that she has her own life to move on and we have our life)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">4) When God closes a door, He opens a window -from movie, Serendipity (Always someone better out there, so we should not be too sad. No girl is ultimate girl. No girl is the prettiest ever or the loveliest ever or the kindest ever. Always have a better girl out there which we must believe God destine for the better)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">So, after we break up, we should continue living and not play the Ex Game. What is the Ex game?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">In my theory Ex Game is:</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">a) Blaming your ex for everything bad including when a bird shits on the window of your car(which happens to me everyday becoz I park under a tree which is home to birds)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">b) Trying to make your ex jealous by showing that your present life is happier than before. For example, try to show how rich you are or how happy you are with your current lover.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">c) Falsely contacting or keeping in touch with your ex as 'friends'. Hurmm.. Sometimes there are people who do that in hope that he/she can see her/his ex life crumble but of coz not everyone is like this.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;">S</span><span style="font-size:130%;">O. I think we should avoid this pointless and useless and baseless games. Play other games such as Winning Eleven or Chess or CS like me.. :D</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-6093191989207383306?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-85044384582691795202009-07-11T09:49:00.009+08:002009-07-14T16:47:07.688+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/Slf7eebv7uI/AAAAAAAAAN4/fd-6dnTUuYY/s1600-h/340x.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/Slf7eebv7uI/AAAAAAAAAN4/fd-6dnTUuYY/s400/340x.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357026782764592866" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" >OCD is obsessive-compulsive-disorder which I 'think' I have since there's no evident that I do not have it. Well, there's a list of things that I must do no matter what and I realized that it is not an obsession but a redundant compulsive disorder. It is almost the same like Rafa's rituals.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">Redundant activities of Rafa:</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">1) Arranging bottles so that the labels face the baseline where he is about to go to</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">2) Socks must be 15cm long and same height</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">3) Putting headband on chair exactly 1 hour before match but put it on only before match</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">4) Bouncing the balls exactly 5 TIMES before serve</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">5) Wipe his face and arms with towel after each point.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">Redundant activities of Alfonso Gopal:</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">1) Finding WIFI zone: UM library, McD (ordering RM1.05 cone ice-cream to save budget), KFC (ordering RM2.50 Revive drink to save budget and avoid 9-spoon-of-sugar-Pepsi)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">2) Checking Y!Mail and hotmail, this blog, other ppl's blog, tennistalk.com (reply to all anti-Federer posts) before going to other websites</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">3) Filling rm5 petrol everyday to avoid fear of running out of petrol</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">4) Eating everything at the RM5 quota : RM5.00-RM5.99 (90% of it is addition rice)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">5) Download minimum 1 video of Youtube everyday and pressing update on AVG everyday although doesnt require update</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;">Hope I can break this noob habit but humans are like these, no?</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-8504438458269179520?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-39309401361822295122009-07-09T15:04:00.003+08:002009-07-09T15:24:21.402+08:00<object width="340" height="285"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SGeZYednWtI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SGeZYednWtI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"></embed></object><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I think it's pretty late to post this but I guess i'll post it anyway. Micheal Jackson died recently and I felt a lil bit shocked but I guess Death smiles to us all even King of Pop. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Some people say that it is not right to honour a pedophile and child molester but I always believe that you are not guilty until proven otherwise. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">So here's my favourite song of MJ. Man in the mirror. I always admire how he put in lyrics on changing the world in his songs. I mean, if you are a popstar, all you want to do is sell your record and most of them would probably write about love, sex, violence. Who else sings about the environment. Maybe Zainal Abidin in his song Hijau but I dont know any other. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">RIP MJ who turned to Islam and wished that he will be buried in Islamic way.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">If You Want To Make The World A Better Place, Take A Look At Yourself And Change. </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-3930940136182229512?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-41243838348484309602009-07-07T18:29:00.005+08:002009-07-07T19:33:18.468+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SlMtXvxjjEI/AAAAAAAAANo/5uZlAsZZIMk/s1600-h/durian_ss2_1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SlMtXvxjjEI/AAAAAAAAANo/5uZlAsZZIMk/s400/durian_ss2_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355674267858209858" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">Still cant get hostel. Damn-mother-o. Too many classes so no way I have enough time to go to colleges. Haihhh.. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">In the past when I didn't know the road to KL and avoid going to places so that I will not get lost, Dr. E always bring me to places in SS2. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">I didnt even know that the cc I went with Dr.E is in SS2 until now that I am brave and not afraid to get lost in KL's serpent roads.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">So I went roaming to SS2 after classes before i drive home and saw this ALL YOU CAN EAT durian buffet. Wahhhh... I love buffet... I like the concept of eating until you are super-full... kehkehkeh...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">In the past I went to Chicken Hartz Buffet and consumed 10 pieces of fried chicken each time with the price of rm16. I thought that if in KFC it's rm13 for 3 pieces, I have ate about rm39 worth of chicken... Kehkehkeh...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">So I saw these stalls. DURIAN BUFFET!!.. hahaha.. I guess i'll try it.... The chinese guy who is the 'waiter' of the stalls looks like some Hong Kong superstar. Looks a lil bit like Takeshi Kaneshiro. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">So he was looking at me with this quirky smile which normally comes from a guy confident that he is more good-looking than you but it's OK becoz he is. So he asked me,'rm10 is not here yet but rm15 buffet is.'</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">So I thought maybe rm15 durians taste better and i'll probably eat 3 fruits so i will eat more than rm15 anyway plus once-in-a-lifetime thing so why not? SO he opened the durian. NICE.. SO I eat first piece... HEAVEN.... I could eat 5 durians like this because it tastes so nice....</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">And also I want to make the guy bankrupt... Kehkehkeh... I am going to wipe that smile off your face, Takeshi.... Hihihihi (evil laugh)....</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">But it was not to be.... History repeats itself... I went to a pancake restaurant in the past and also first bite is HEAVEN but after a lil bit more... WAHHH..... It's too much and also so thick!!! And every section of the fruit he gave me is filled with the durians. After I ate the first fruit, I counted the durian pieces I ate... <span style="font-weight: bold;">16 PIECES</span>!!!... And they were all fat ones... My head was spinning... I felt like there's methane gas in my stomach. The smell went up to my brain...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">Cant... I LOST!!... I lost to Takeshi and also to the Durian... Damn... Paid and went off as a LOSER!!!... </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-4124383834848430960?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-62953128569984970502009-07-06T20:19:00.003+08:002009-07-07T08:38:30.474+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SlHtjkAJlaI/AAAAAAAAANY/03aCe2W1YGI/s1600-h/albert_einstein_professor.png"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SlHtjkAJlaI/AAAAAAAAANY/03aCe2W1YGI/s320/albert_einstein_professor.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355322627135739298" border="0" /></a>Sem starts. At first I feel like very lazy to study back. But after awhile, I am like a fish going back to water. Life as a student or uni life suits me more than anything in the world.<br /><br />First of all, I am a dreamer. I like to dream. If I am working, there's no way I can dream while work. But in class you can just dream all the time while the lecturer is lecturing.<br /><br />2ndly, I am a thinker. If I am working, I dont have time to think, I will just do and do and do.<br /><br />So this sem is about doing project and also making money at the same time LOL...<br /><br />ANd also big project is getting one of these nerdy pure girl becoz I am bored being single.... Hahahaha... <br /><br />ROLL ON NEW SEMESTER 2009!! YEAY!!! YEAY!!! KOH HARRR!!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-6295312856998497050?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-86187836219521877842009-07-05T20:05:00.003+08:002009-07-05T20:48:38.229+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SlCca-asNyI/AAAAAAAAANQ/ByO9Qn2w624/s1600-h/Park.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SlCca-asNyI/AAAAAAAAANQ/ByO9Qn2w624/s400/Park.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354951944188999458" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">Sometimes I feel like the gap of innovative and creative ideas between Malaysians and the Japanese or the Germans in car industry is really big. Well, it is true that we are behind in car-making and also almost every component of the car-industry but don'worry, fellas. There's one aspect in the car industry that Malaysians are way ahead : car parking.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Yup... When the amount of cars in Kuala Lumpur is more than the parking spaces provided in the HOT places, we will see a lot of double-parking and I once saw a triple-parking bonanza during a Friday prayer. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">But hey, that's what you do when you can't get a parking and you are too LAZY to park far and walk a bit to burn a lil bit of fat out of your bulging fat stomach full of Nasi Lemak Ayam Goreng.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">But what I am gonna show you is a new level of parking. Nope. Never seen anything like it. Maybe I am not a lifetime KL citizen so maybe this is too shocking for me.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">I was going out to buy some drinks at about 4am and a car is parked in front of me. I pressed the horn about 10 times ( the last time the longest) and no one came out. DAMN. This guy must me lacking hondacivic-awareness. F*cking @$$hole parked in front of me and blocked my car. What if there's an emergency. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">I saw that he left a little gap and I tried getting out for about 15 minutes and failed. It's too close. I was getting more and more thirsty thinking of how to solve this problem.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">After about 25 minutes there at 4am, I thought, 'maybe i could push this car a bit'... So I tried pushing it without any hope. IT MOVED!!!!! GUESS WHAT!!! The guy didn't put HANDBRAKE!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">WTF!!! This is mind-boggling!!! Genius!!! How come I never think of that??!!! And the fact that it is so close to a hill!!! This guy is a genius!!! He knows Mike Tyson is not living here so there's no way anyone could accidentally pushed too hard and send his car down the hill!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">CLAP CLAP CLAP!!! This is evidence that Malaysia is the best in car-parking!!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-8618783621952187784?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-54500619880520385422009-07-02T20:04:00.004+08:002009-07-02T20:39:21.653+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SkylKBW_9qI/AAAAAAAAANA/LG1_KsPSvNQ/s1600-h/erika-toda-_bomb_tv_-nov-2006_-005.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SkylKBW_9qI/AAAAAAAAANA/LG1_KsPSvNQ/s400/erika-toda-_bomb_tv_-nov-2006_-005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353835648618854050" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Nope, right pic is not my new gf... LOL... It is Ms. Erika Toda from noob drama, Liar Game which is given by Mr.B who took from Mr.J. Now I understand why Mr.J have this drama. This drama is like SAW which is Mr.J likes.. Damn-mother-o.... I watched 15 minutes and I stopped watching becoz I hate this kind of storyline... Zzzzz... Even the super-cute Yajima Erika Maimi Toda cant make me watch this... Sorry, Erika...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Anyway, my quest to get girl still unsuccessful. My recent target is weird. Maybe this is Law of ATTRACTION which I learnt back then..</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">'If you give a positive vibe into the world, you will ATTRACT positive vibe from the world' -Mr.Retard from Law Of Attraction video.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">.....So in my case, I give WEIRD vibe so what I attract is WEIRD girls... Damn-father-of-Alfonso...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">Here is why this girl is weird:-</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">1) Everytime I SMS her, she is at home but when I ask her out, she will wait 3 hours to reply and say she is going to Sis's home or Mom's home or Gopal's home</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">2) Just now she SMS me asked me where I am, what I do, then when I ask her out, again she said she's going to sis'home or Mom's home or Gopal's home</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">3) I hate Gopal...</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">(non-existant person, sorry to any Gopals who think I refer to him)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Maybe I should wait semester start to find new target... Beware fresh female undergraduate 2009/2010 of UM!!!! Que-daichi is coming to get you!!!<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-5450061988052038542?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-77524836898576128132009-06-30T13:14:00.004+08:002009-06-30T14:18:34.737+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SkmiBkeEGWI/AAAAAAAAALw/rQTABn-d24w/s1600-h/PaksuCorner-KariDagingKawah.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SkmiBkeEGWI/AAAAAAAAALw/rQTABn-d24w/s400/PaksuCorner-KariDagingKawah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352987779959888226" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Yesterday was noob for me. Really tired going here and there in super-speed. Had a crush again on a pretty girl but since this is becoming too frequent, I won't take it seriously.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">So today woke up late =12pm... sucks... went to uni.... walking like a zombie...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">What should I eat? Stomach growling like an angry possum or raccoon dog or whatever....</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">So I went to this 'Selera Timur' (Eastern Cuisine) shop in UM at 12am and thought of eating my normal McRice ValueMeal of rice+fried chicken+vege+ice tea.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">But I saw something boiling in this huge pan. Last time I saw this is so long time ago. Smells nice. Aroma going through my nose and makes me wanting it.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">But WAIT!!!! I am overweight!!! I cant eat this. Not curry (coconut milk=fat) and red meat (maximum fat).... I should just take the freaking fried chicken and run away from this temptation.... Ok.. ok... steady steady... WTF!!!... My hand automatically took the blazing HOT meat curry and poured on to my plate.... Damn... I am doomed to another week of fatness...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Oh, well... I ate and wow... Taste like heaven... And f*cking cheap... RM4.50 (Ice tea included)...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Nyam Nyam... Ate so fast... Ouch.... My teeth hurts... Meat got chopped by my fangs into 10 separate pieces and got stuck in my teeth... Ouch...Ouch...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Lesson learnt</span>: When eating gulai kawah, please eat slowly and politely like Japanese wife.... SUGOI-ne!!!!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-7752483689857612813?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-44741519514798816672009-06-28T18:56:00.005+08:002009-07-07T08:38:30.474+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SkdVCftnl8I/AAAAAAAAALg/vUybmYOx-Ow/s1600-h/190609flyfm24hgame.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SkdVCftnl8I/AAAAAAAAALg/vUybmYOx-Ow/s400/190609flyfm24hgame.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352340183514060738" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">What a Saturday for me.... :D.... Hmmm... so much info in my head... where to start? Where to start. OK.... I decided to join this event becoz I am a gamer and really never went to any gaming competition and see if I am really pro or just 'pro village' (jaguh kampung).</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">So... I heard from the radio fly.fm that there is a Sony PS game at e@curve so since I know the place and nothing to do on that Saturday anyway I entered. Here is the timeline of Alfonso Gopal's adventure...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">26th June 2009</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">11am</span>- Started feeling nervous, thinking about how nervous it will be playing game in front a lot of ppl. Thinking how embarassing it is if it turns out that I am not actually as pro as I think I am and will get destroyed 8-0 in Winning Eleven by super-pros</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">11.30am</span>-Sleep. Nightmares.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">27thJune2009</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">4am</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">-Woke up. Didnt have a good sleep. Felt dizzy. Got ready Rafa Nadal style. Wanted to try Roger style but I cant be as cool as him so I try Rafa style by saying 'Vamos!' and summoning all the cow-spirit I have</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">5am</span>-Drove to Damansara. Prayed that I will have a good time and win!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">7am</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">-Breakfast. Other people eat normal breakfast. I ordered Fried Rice with extra rice so that I will not be hungry in the 24-hour marathon event</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">9am</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">-Parked and walked to the Curve and saw the place. 4 PS3 are there in a line with 4 games: Guitar Hero, Winning Eleven 10, Street Fighter Latest Edition, NFS Pro Street</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">930am</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">- Made friends with a guy I will refer to here as Mr.Noob becoz he is noob but think he is pro. Made friends with about 5 more guys. Registered and got free t-shirt. 1st place:RM10,000 2nd place: RM1,000. Spirits a lil bit down becoz no way I am going to be 2nd in Tekken 5 game.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">10-12pm</span>- Played games with the ppl there to kill time. Played Winning Eleven 10 on PS3 for the first time in my life and the game speed is freaking slow. Lost 2-0 to a young Indian boy who have PS3 at home.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">12 pm-3pm</span> - 1st round start. WON 1st round against a noob player. No sweat. DJ HoneyMadu came and also DJ Hafiz and DJ Basil. Played more WE10 games to test my skills against the pros there and got beaten 1-0 2 times (Not bad since this is 1st time I play it on PS3 and the boys there are pros) and then drew 3 times (0-0)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">The noob thing is we play Tekken 5 for 5 minutes and the rest of the time is just playing games with the ppl there and socializing. Mr.Noob lost his 1st round and waited for lucky draw at 3pm. Mr.Noob lost and said to me, ' You can win this RM10,000, Tekken 5 is the easiest game ever created. Just pressed the button bla bla...' . I said in my head,'If the game is so easy, why did you lose, Mr.Noob'</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">3pm</span>-Lucky Draw. Wasnt Lucky. Damn-mother-o</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">3.10pm-6pm</span>- Doing the same thing as 12pm-3pm. NOOB.. Start feel hungry. My friend, Mr.S accidentaly met me there and treat me with RM9 orange drink which is super-sour. Better I drink rm1.50 ice tea at mamak stall than this crap.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">6pm</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">- Decided to go away from the place becoz too tired and need to pray. Parked car at a quiet place and slept in car for 30 minutes and eat addition rice aggresively</span>.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">8pm</span>-went back. played 2nd round and WON. Played more WE10 and was owning this group of chinese boys who kept on challeging me becoz I beat them and after beating the noob ones, lost to the Shaolin leader of the group 2-0. They all celebrated like they won World Cup. Whateverrr....</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">9pm</span>-2nd Lucky Draw. Not lucky again... Damnit</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">10pm</span>- Challenged a DJ in a game and won RM100. Finally got something.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">12pm</span>- DJ announced that the 3rd round is at 1am. I am already seeing Koha saying 'Koh-harrr' and her twin also came. WHat the f*ck. This is not real. Koha doesnt have twin!!!... Head spinning... Too much games.... Body automatic go to car although mind still want to win the money.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">1am</span>-Reached home and slept. Dunno what happened to the tournament.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Conclusion: Playing against the people there, I think my level is not so far from them. Maybe the real pros didnt come and this is not really a game competition and more of a social event but I am happy to join this and will join event like this in the future. Satisfied with RM100 and free T-shirt. Next time I will remember to sleep well before an energy-draining event like this.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">VAMOS!!!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-4474151951479881667?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-8103357445924596042009-06-19T09:17:00.007+08:002009-06-19T10:16:37.835+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SjroNp_2MBI/AAAAAAAAAKg/9qLuDsuoZM0/s1600-h/road-ghost.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 184px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SjroNp_2MBI/AAAAAAAAAKg/9qLuDsuoZM0/s400/road-ghost.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348842828765474834" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Last night I was feeling great becoz I beat some noobs whan I play game online and also destroyed Mr.J who likes to disturb me when I watch movie or play game on my laptop. So I went home and sleep happily and wake up at 530am. WHat the f. Such a quality happy sleep makes me wake up so early. It's still very dark.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);">So I remembered that I need to go to UM to do something with accomodation. 'Perfect timing, can avoid traffic jam',I said to myself. So with a smile on my face which is not visible since it is so dark in the morning and also becoz my teeth is not white like Julia Roberts, I started engine and off I went.</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SjrzW1B7XkI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ClF3KbqqsaU/s1600-h/Freddy_Krueger.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 105px; height: 157px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SjrzW1B7XkI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ClF3KbqqsaU/s200/Freddy_Krueger.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348855080973721154" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I was driving and I saw the 'Fuel empty' light turned up. Damn. I didnt check my petrol. What a noob. So I went to a Shell petrol station. It was 6am. Most petrol station is open by now. 'Why is there no car here?'. I saw a long-haired man sweeping something. There was no cashier and the man was not wearing Shell uniform. I came down and approached the man, 'Is it open, bro?'I said. He turned his head and he looks really scary with scars on his face. 'Nope, this place just got robbed, I am sweeping the glasses'. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">I was scared becoz he looked so scary and quickly drove off. This was like a scene in Nightmare on Elm Street. The guy looked like FREDDY and it looked like he was mopping BLOOD!!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">So I filled some petrol and thought of using an alternative road to UM. All my uni frens say that I should use the Bangsar road to UM but I thought I discovered a new road and decided to try it since it is so early in the morning and not many cars. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">The road was dark, shit. I could hear the trees blowing and also the bushes were like dancing. It was so quiet although it's 620am. And then I saw a car and when I get near it's a police car with 2 cops inside it. I was thinking what the hell are they doing early in the morning in an empty road like this. This is weird. And then I arrived at the gate to UM and it was closed and read the sign 'Gate opens at 7am-7pm'. 'Nice one, smartass', I said to myself. The atmosphere was really ghostly and I had to reverse 3 times to U-turn becoz the road was so narrow.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/Sjr0sxUwisI/AAAAAAAAAK4/TV0oLI4eHaw/s1600-h/1328624791_ecd05cfd39_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 85px; height: 114px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/Sjr0sxUwisI/AAAAAAAAAK4/TV0oLI4eHaw/s200/1328624791_ecd05cfd39_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348856557447711426" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">So I U-turned and saw the police again. What the f*ck are they doing, I thought. After I drove past the police car, I saw something on the road. It looked to me like a HUMAN HEAD!!!! </span>AHHHHH!!!<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">At this point, I was scared shit and pressed the throttle and quickly sped to the UM mosque and pray and then slept until 830am.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">Creepy morning.... =.='</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-810335744592459604?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-78340676500015040502009-06-17T20:33:00.004+08:002009-06-30T14:18:34.737+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/Sjjnm1e2mvI/AAAAAAAAAKY/8zEZ7Ray5Tw/s1600-h/14350585_bf3458240a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/Sjjnm1e2mvI/AAAAAAAAAKY/8zEZ7Ray5Tw/s400/14350585_bf3458240a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348279211879996146" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">I do not think that the term 'mixed rice' for nasi campur is really accurate since mixed rice means a mixture of rice which means (to me) a mixture of different type of rice for example brown rice+white rice so I will call nasi campur, 'addition rice'. So here is my comparison of my fav food with McD.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);">Why addition rice is better than McD.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">1. Cheaper</span><span style="font-style: italic;">- For a person who dont like to spend much on food but wants to get really full like me, rice+chicken+sayur+ice tea (RM5) is definitely a superb bargain compared to Burger+fries+coke (RM10).</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">2. Variety</span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">-</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> If I dont want to eat rice+fried chicken I can choose other things like fish, meat, and also a lot of additional food like minced chilli+ salty egg. Whereas for McD, the variety is very limited. Maybe you can add sundae but it doesnt change the taste of the burger becoz sundae eaten with burger will taste horrible.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">3.Fat conten</span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">t-</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> no need to explain.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">4. MAKES ME FULL</span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">-</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> the objective of eating for me is to get rid of hunger. I never feel full eating McD. Someone with big appetite like me would just eat a Value Meal in 1.5 minutes because it's so easy to eat.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">I LOVE U, addition rice. Plz never get extinct coz i like to eat u...^^</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/Sjjnm1e2mvI/AAAAAAAAAKY/8zEZ7Ray5Tw/s1600-h/14350585_bf3458240a.jpg"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-7834067650001504050?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-69986478155183675762009-06-14T21:43:00.003+08:002009-07-09T15:24:52.586+08:00<object width="340" height="285"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/glvGfQnx3DI&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/glvGfQnx3DI&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"></embed></object><br /><br />I always thought David Coruso's Horatio in CSI: Miami is super-cool. He always give implosive statements to criminals at the end of the show and makes the criminal feel super-bad with his one liners.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">One of the dialogues that I remember is;</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Criminal: Won't you feel disappointed if the boy you took care of act like that?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Horatio: Life, Mr. Criminal, (put on sunglasses) is full of disappointment (walks away)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Wow, that is really owning there. But I like when Jim Carey make an impersonation about it and even funnier is when Paul (David letterman's show band conductor) impersonate the scream you hear at the start of every episode of CSI:Miami. LOL....</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-6998647815518367576?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-73186302827257995742009-06-13T00:08:00.006+08:002009-06-13T00:44:41.053+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SjJ_h9x3ZjI/AAAAAAAAAJk/_0Bw4zbnAxc/s1600-h/wenger_1108448c.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SjJ_h9x3ZjI/AAAAAAAAAJk/_0Bw4zbnAxc/s400/wenger_1108448c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346475929138325042" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">Arse-day... Today is very arse-hole. The same feeling when Arse-ne Wenger feels when Arse-nal lose...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Damn mother-o... I dunno if there is a thing as luck becoz it maybe just a series of events that happens in a streak.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">Like Arsene said, 'There's no thing such as luck. When a team is lucky it means that they play to the fullest of their potential'</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Well Mr.Wenger, when Liverpool won Champions League, you said,'they were lucky'. But it's OK. I just wonder what you call the events that happened during this Friday.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">1) <span style="font-weight: bold;">9.00am</span>- Went to registration website and blocked because excess rm50 of the minimum rm500 of debt remaining. WTF man... how can the university block me for just rm50. Monday I'm gonna pay rm49.99, and see if they still block me. I wish Napoleon would attack the treasury office and destroy it for lack of having honda civic-awareness.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">2) <span style="font-weight: bold;">3-pm</span>-Went to eat food in shop using my voucher card and acted cool by treating friend with lunch without telling him I was planning to use voucher card but the restaurant was having internet problem so that I couldnt swipe my card so I have to pay cash. Damn. Maybe God punish me becoz not sincere belanja my fren.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">3) <span style="font-weight: bold;">11.50pm</span>-Tried to charge handphone and the charger jumped and short-circuited and my battery is out so I cant charge and how am I gonna 'attack' my love-interest with SMS? Why does the charger choose this time to short-circuit. Freaking L6 charger!!! You are a disgrace to the MOTOROLA family.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">I think Mr.Wenger will say that I am unlucky today. Well I dont. I think today sucks the hell out that I just want to sleep now and forget this arse of a day....ZzZzzZ</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-7318630282725799574?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-6265348657314704642009-06-11T18:03:00.005+08:002009-06-11T18:23:59.275+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SjDYybgLMeI/AAAAAAAAAJU/RxZztsxbeN8/s1600-h/sleepy1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SjDYybgLMeI/AAAAAAAAAJU/RxZztsxbeN8/s320/sleepy1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346011118576546274" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">Following the same routine everyday makes me sleepy at 930pm and I am KO at 10.00pm. Then I will wake up at 5am and start the same routine.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">I wonder why I feel sleepy so fast. Maybe the factors are:-</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">a) Heat wave- My housemate said that now there is a heat wave which explains why it is so hot in the afternoon</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">b) Traffic Jams- having to mentally focus all the time on the road where cars are coming from almost every direction and overtaking at the right time is like solving math problems </span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">c) Eating a lot - having more money means eating a lot and also drinking too much Ice Tea</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">d) Hanging out- talking to new people almost all the time is culture shock for a geek like me</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">e) DOTA- Compulsory 4-hours of DOTA every 3 days drains my brain power</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">f) Love?- In 'love' with a girl but still early stages is mental-draining for me too especially when SMS takes a lot of thinking on writing the right words... Sucks...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">ZzzzZzzzzZzzz.... </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-626534865731470464?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-54071349257145721072009-06-09T10:45:00.000+08:002009-06-09T11:04:53.796+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/Si3Pr1dpEcI/AAAAAAAAAI8/W4PxM2WK4zA/s1600-h/1715.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 382px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/Si3Pr1dpEcI/AAAAAAAAAI8/W4PxM2WK4zA/s400/1715.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345156684751376834" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">My tenant,Mr. Micheal Chong came to my apartment and gave me some things that are left by the SRI KDU students who all went back home after finishing exams.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">He said, 'I'll give it to u since you are so keep the house neat and clean'. Yeah, of coz it's clean. All the mess is in my room not the living room and I always lock it so there's no way he can see the horror show inside of the room.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">So there are many weird things that this kids left which I dunno will be useful to me or not. Let's see.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">Things that they left:-</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">1) <span style="font-weight: bold;">Plates,Pots,Tupperwares and Cups</span> - Now all I need is a WIFE to cook for me..</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">2) <span style="font-weight: bold;">Towels, Curtains </span>- I can use the towels to wipe my butt since I have one for wiping my face and another to wipe my whole body after shower. What the f am I gonna do with a curtain? No idea.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">3) <span style="font-weight: bold;">A Black Bag</span> - I initially thought that this is a new bag and they must have got it from some event(my dad has thousands of these type of bags) and left it but I was surprised that there is a teddy bear inside it.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">So, for any readers who wants to buy it (It looks like the teddy bears in the picture but only 1), you can leave comment that you want it. RM25 is my price but is extremely negotiable especially for girls will even better chance to get it lower.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">P.S. I should sell it in mudah.com.my but maybe later. I dunno what I can use a teddy bear for.. It's a useless thing to me. </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-5407134925714572107?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-55311107653574095902009-06-08T04:42:00.000+08:002009-06-08T04:45:47.430+08:00I am sorry I cant get back to Kluang... I need to settle my accomodation for next sem... But any reason I give you will not satisfy you... As you know, I oso have my own life and I cant make decision based on other people's interest. I hope you understand and not be angry.<br /><br />Have fun in Gunung Ledang.<br /><br />-Q, the cow-<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-5531110765357409590?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-70870384429401398672009-06-08T03:29:00.000+08:002009-06-08T04:13:26.172+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SiwWF5nuPNI/AAAAAAAAAIs/FVE8-VbXUTI/s1600-h/08tennis4_650.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SiwWF5nuPNI/AAAAAAAAAIs/FVE8-VbXUTI/s320/08tennis4_650.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344671148404522194" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">The last 7 days I have been following French Open. Nothing else matter to me in the last 7 days. Why? Because I watched Roger Fed's journey to be the greatest ever tennis player.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);">I watched every match like a psycho. Read every article like a psycho. Debate with Fed-haters in forums and blogs. I totally forgot the my life for 1 week.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">All I cared is watching Fed. He is the biggest inspiration for me. I have followed him for 7 years. During that time he had won 14 grand Slam. Every tear, every sadness, every victory, every point every loss, I have followed.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);">There's something about him that I admire. He is the calm under pressure. Something that I am trying very hard to learn. Yesterday I vomitted when watching his match because I was so nervous. Wow!! it's not me who's playing.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">And after this 7 years, I am glad I followed one of the greatest players that have ever lived. Yes, he won the French Open. After 3 finals which he lost. Any human being will be discouraged, will be depressed, will be torn apart.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);">But him, Roger Fed, is not like most human. He keeps on showing up. Keeps on doing what he believes he's doing. Not caring what people say. Some people call him Arrogant. People say he already lost.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">For me, it is greatly satisfying to witness this. I wouldnt change it for anything. To witness and support your champion and Idol and see him achieve greatness is priceless.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);">I am tired now, gonna sleep, tomorrow I will wake up as a new, happy man. I am somewhat freed by my obsession. I have finished watching a 7-year movie.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">And yes, it was a very entertaining and great movie.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-7087038442940139867?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-54694723297393751612009-06-05T16:38:00.000+08:002009-06-05T16:55:08.969+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SijaC4ABsQI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Hui_PSblhEw/s1600-h/shell_petronas.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 165px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SijaC4ABsQI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Hui_PSblhEw/s320/shell_petronas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343760700802183426" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">Considering that I will end up working for an oil-related company and dealing with oil-related stuff, I think I want make experiments of my own. I think I want to measure which oil is better for my car (Nooby first steps)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">I am just flabbergasted by my oil consumption lately. Maybe because Petronas petrol doesnt suit me. Or is it because I fill in rm10 per time. Hurmmm mysterious....</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">I think I want to open a new series on the experiments that I will be doing because as scientists, it's important to experiment and to solve problems. Thomas Edison did 10000 experiments with girls (woops.... That's Edison Chen) to come out with a light bulb. Mr.Q-daichi will try to make his experiments too. Kehkehkeh....</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Here's the list of experiments I will try to do:</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;">a) which is better for my car? Petronas, Shell, Esso, RedBull or Kicap Jalen...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;">b) which Petrol station offers the best service in Damansara?</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;">c) which Petrol station offers the best scenery (view from the Petrol station and also view from my eyes to the female cashiers in the counter)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">Results is out in next month...^^</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-5469472329739375161?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-83024037824793010502009-06-03T18:36:00.000+08:002009-06-30T14:20:00.359+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SiZSlhu_rXI/AAAAAAAAAIc/82CroghuD1M/s1600-h/36623-Clipart-Illustration-Of-A-Peaceful-Dairy-COw-Smiling-And-Gesturing-The-Peace-Sign-With-His-Hand.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SiZSlhu_rXI/AAAAAAAAAIc/82CroghuD1M/s320/36623-Clipart-Illustration-Of-A-Peaceful-Dairy-COw-Smiling-And-Gesturing-The-Peace-Sign-With-His-Hand.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343048812585790834" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Ok. Cow is back to report on his adventures while noob-jogging. Cow just finished the jogging track for 1 round and tired. Cow still feel that jogging is for noobs. Here's why: -</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;">1) After 4 times of jogging in a week, cow still feel the fitness is really not improving. Maybe cow needs to limit smoking and eating mcDonald's after jogging. Fitness level improve from -23 to -22.999. VICTORY!!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">2) F*cking town district are not doing their job. What the f*ck. There's freaking branches that is so low beside the road and it may hurt blurry joggers like me. My eyesight is fine but when I jog, my spectacles will get cloudy because of the steam coming out from my hot body!! And what about those drain holes in the middle of the jogging track with no lids (SOmeone might fall inside there, genius district people!!!!) Noobness at the best!!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;">3) One of the plus side of jogging is being able to see the beauty of nature. Woooppsss, there's not much 'nature' in a city, is there? What I mean is beautiful creation from God which is made to complete men: GIRLS. But just as I was about to gaze on these lovely creatures I smell something. No, it's not fart. It's in fact, PERFUME. How ridiculous. If these girls are looking to keep fit and sweat, why do they need PERFUME. Really nice. How bout next time wearing make-up to jog. Yup. That's the fashion trend now NOOOB girls...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Conclusion is, cow still need to improve to cut down on the fat and improve stamina. Stay tuned for more cow adventures.^^</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-8302403782479301050?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-25413186977747013922009-05-30T00:40:00.000+08:002009-07-09T15:24:52.586+08:00<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_7p_MC0UHyE&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_7p_MC0UHyE&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WsmLpSsNLXE&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WsmLpSsNLXE&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;">LOL... I thought that I am the noobest nerds in the world but this 2 vids just show how nooby niib some boys can get... LOL.... THis is too funny... Sasuke-wanabes are everywhere LOL... CHIDORI!!!!!!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-2541318697774701392?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-47618094444270782382009-05-28T04:53:00.000+08:002009-05-28T05:11:01.265+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/Sh2orz_tnjI/AAAAAAAAAIM/L1lbIXcFvPc/s1600-h/funny-pictures-the-toilet-trooper-KMX.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/Sh2orz_tnjI/AAAAAAAAAIM/L1lbIXcFvPc/s320/funny-pictures-the-toilet-trooper-KMX.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340610203776556594" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">3 days ago, I felt like really disoriented when I got an error in my Windows Vista and got involving the file, 'powrprof.dll'.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">I never thought that I depended a lot of joy and happiness moments with my laptop. (Wooopsss... This sentence is a little bit creepy. Lemme rephrase it.)......</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I never thought that I depended a lot of my occupation of time on my laptop. (Darn.. this sentence is grammatically wrong.. owhh F*ck it) Suddenly I feel like I have a lot of time (Shows that I spend a lot of time on it... NERD ALERT!!)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">So I was really sad and feel helpsless for three days and I searched everywhere for answers and even asked a random boy in a shop on how to reformat my beloved CompaQ.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">So finally, yesterday I called HP. An Indian guy picked it up.( Wow. When Mr.J's modem got messed up, he called the Hotline and an Indian guy picked it up too. No wonder they say Indians are programming geniuses in America) So he told me that I could reformat it using the whatever-partition in my laptop.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Duhhhh... How noob I was to think that I needed to buy a Windows CD. So I reformat and yes, all my pics and vids are gone. Yes, Koha files are also gone. No, I am not sad, why would I be sad to lose my super-precious Koha pictures and vids that I so eagerly collected and cherished. Yes, I think I am in DENIAL...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Owhh well, at least I have more empty space now and feels like I have a new laptop. There's more to be happy than to be sad about this for a NOOB like me..</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-4761809444427078238?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-58604644684361075942009-05-23T22:40:00.000+08:002009-06-30T14:20:00.360+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/ShgLbQIbGMI/AAAAAAAAAIE/q9IBoD29Ees/s1600-h/running+cow2a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 128px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/ShgLbQIbGMI/AAAAAAAAAIE/q9IBoD29Ees/s320/running+cow2a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339029921062394050" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">Went jogging after 1 month of doing no exercise. Was in good spirit but after this jogging session I feel crap. Here's the reason why jogging is for noobs:-</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;">a) Realized that on a scale of 1-10, my level of fitness is -23. I ran for 10 seconds and then I was feeling pain in my chest so I walked for 50 seconds and then ran for 5 secs and walked for 1 minit 30 secs. Than I ran for ran 2 more 3-secs run and walked home. F*ck. My fitness is lower than a cow.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;">b) Once u jog, u can never go back. I ran half of the jogging track and feel so heavy and my head started seeing Britney Spears dancing in a baju kurung and felt that I want to go home but I am already faraway and the only way is take a taxi which will make me feel like a super-noob</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;">so I had to finish the freaking jogging track. Damn mother-o! They should make a service on rescuing extremely exhausted nooby joggers</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-style: italic;">c) Arrived at home and realized that I locked myself out and my housemates are not at home so I wasted rm30 in asking the locksmith to come. Crap!!! WHY is my innocent desire to just jog my ass off is being punished like this!!!!!????</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">Damnit... really an ass day. Jogging sucks. Jogging is dipsh!t. Jogging can go to Paris and jump from Eiffel Tower. You suck the hell out, jogging!!! I Hate u, jogging!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">Conclusion is Jogging is for noobs. Noobs like me.......</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-5860464468436107594?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-48164752208599437002009-05-23T15:45:00.000+08:002009-05-23T16:05:17.322+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SheqVlgXx2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/N3BrvN15vHk/s1600-h/bush_comedian.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SheqVlgXx2I/AAAAAAAAAH0/N3BrvN15vHk/s320/bush_comedian.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338923171092875106" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">You know how you want to be a joker and be funny so that you can be funny and joke. But sometimes being funny and joking is not always funny and not a joke to some people. I think comedians are as good as they are because they can have fans who like their brand of jokes and think that they are funny. Black humor, stupid jokes, irony jokes, physical jokes are different type of jokes to mention a few.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">In my case, my type of joke is (I think) dead-pan humor. I talked things in dead-pan expression and people laugh at the knowledge that I act as if the thing is a normal thing when it's not. It's like saying, 'I got dumped by a sexy girl coz she loves animal and I ate chicken' with a BLUR expression and no emotions. People usually dig this joke but definitely not all.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">I dont think I did this intentionally because my dead-pan expression is the result of thinking and since I am a MALE, I am not so good in multitasking which means it will be OBVIOUS that I am thinking.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">But one annoying thing about this is I am not able to be funny especially when I am not fresh or feel tired. I just could not be playful and relaxed to make jokes. It will be good if I could to be able to be a ComediaN all the time but this is not an easy thing to do which why these is in itself a job. Some people are paid millions to make joke.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">I personally like irony jokes like a recent case where a man died because he was demonstrating that a gun should be checked if it's unloaded but he tried making a joke and didnt check it and accidently shot his head. Well, of course this is the death of a human being and I shouldnt laughed but I honestly laughed at this story because it's so ironic that I almost thought of it as a joke because how can someone be so silly and he paid dearly for that.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">So now I think I must learn to make joke to the rite people and be careful with the jokes because it can be a turn-off and also is important in the mission of socializing with people especially chicks. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">WTFLOLBBQ..</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-4816475220859943700?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-18243779661401561622009-05-19T15:58:00.001+08:002009-05-19T16:35:27.496+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/ShJoR4S1pkI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mcHm8JTqrkc/s1600-h/bedazzled.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/ShJoR4S1pkI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mcHm8JTqrkc/s320/bedazzled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337443164765922882" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">Been awhile since I blogged (actually just a few days, sigh) Anyway, on 18th, went to send my sis's textbook to my parents in LCCT. Parked car in KL Sentral and took bus to LCCT. This is the 3rd time I took that bus. All the previous times, I just slept on my way to the airport because I always do that. So I sat there and looked outside the window and tried to sleep but then I thought I might as well learn the road to LCCT. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">After about 15 minutes of journey the bus went to the highway and I saw some very beautiful scenery. I felt really calm. I feel that i have been <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">UNGRATEFUL</span> if I think the world is an ugly place because it is really beautiful. So <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">UNGRATEFUL</span> am I.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">So we reached the airport and it took 5 minutes to actually arrive on the 'Zon Pelepasan' (Departing Zone) and I saw airplanes. So majestic is the sight of these machines. It must have taken a lot of engineers to build these things. I felt that I have been <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">UNGRATEFUL</span> that I think that knowledge will not lead to anything because it really takes a lot of knowledge and innovation to produce these things. So <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">UNGRATEFUL</span> am I.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">Reached the airport and saw another kind of 'scenery'. Stewardesses dressed in Red (AirAsia). So beautiful are they eventhough it is the work of make-up. And so many foreigners are there talking all sorts of language and i even heard an English talking Scouse like Steven Gerrard when I was ordering some food. OMG. I felt that I have been <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">UNGRATEFUL</span> if I think that Malaysia is not modern when here we can see all sort of modern people. So <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">UNGRATEFUL</span> am I.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">The next day, I watch an old movie my housemate gave me, Bedazzled. It's a story about a devil (super-hot Liz Hurley) giving a loser (funny Brendan Fraser) 7 wishes in exchange for his soul. 1st wish he wants to be married to Allinson (cute Frances O Connor), his dreamgirl, rich and powerful and he became a Columbian drug warlord LOL and Allinson didnt love him. And so on where he wishes for all the good things but the devil always find a way to make him not wanting the wish like the 5th wish where he wants to be a perfect intelligent man and he became that but he's GAY. LOL. I felt that I have been <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">UNGRATEFUL</span> if I think that life sucks because I havent achieved all the things I wanted when we should be thankful of what we have. So <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">UNGRATEFUL</span> am I.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">Talked to old friend, Ms.R who is pretty as ever. Discussed about my old friend Ms.E, How I wished i could get back to those days when we were best friends. It was so fun. And now she woudn't talked to me because of the things I did to her. I felt that I have been <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">UNGRATEFUL</span> is I think that our friendship should be taken for granted when I realized now that I probably would not meet someone like her ever. So <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">UNGRATEFUL</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> </span>was I.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">So I thought that I must be grateful with the oppurtinities that I have now and I must always be <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">GRATEFUL </span>with what I have now and be happy that I have the chance to progress unlike people who dont have chance. ^^</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-1824377966140156162?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-80162478584431597692009-05-13T00:53:00.000+08:002009-06-30T14:25:05.727+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SgmujYUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAHk/RA-0hXhkutg/s1600-h/stfu_noob.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SgmujYUtaFI/AAAAAAAAAHk/RA-0hXhkutg/s320/stfu_noob.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334987156445030482" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Went to a gathering. My fren brought me. Met 20 new people. This is too much socializing in one night for me. Just came back. Felt emotionally drained. Mental power is zero. Gonna sleep after this.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Actually, I am a confident person when I talk to guys but with girls, it's just is weird and awkward. I am not gay at all but I am so uncomfortable talking to female.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Summary of noob things I did tonight:-</span><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">a) made eye-contact to all guys but made so few eye contacts with girls.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;">b) say only 'hi' when introduced to a new girl and when I say this it means ONLY 'hi'</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">c) failed in hiding the perverted look at some girls who are just too attractive (not that I have any feelings for them just that some are too attractive)<br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;">d) made noob joke to girl I met before, 'where's your boyfriend?',I said without even knowing that the guy I saw her with the last time we met is really her bf (They looked like a couple.damn mother-o) and she said,' Boyfren? Maner satu?' Nampak sangat playgirl or maybe budget playgirl<br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;">e) Failed to respond when girls tell me where they live bla bla bla... All I said was, 'Owhh K...' and then talked to the nearest guy<br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;">f) behaving like a gay by talking enthusiasticly when in a conversation with a boy but talking boringly to girls</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" >Conclusion is so much room for improvement for me in socializing. Maybe I should treat girls like boys but cant make noob joke with girls and some girls are so femininely attractive that there is no way I can act like she is a boy. Damnit...<br /><br />Actually conclusion is I am a NOOOOOOOOOOBBBBBB........</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-8016247858443159769?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-723592949304605682009-05-11T03:19:00.000+08:002009-05-11T03:38:23.897+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/Sgco9qWZN8I/AAAAAAAAAHc/qQ8Av_wlAMY/s1600-h/duke.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/Sgco9qWZN8I/AAAAAAAAAHc/qQ8Av_wlAMY/s320/duke.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334277323448989634" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">This morning, a boy I met in Ampang texted me to have a chat. So at at 950am I drove to Ampang using the new DUKE Highway. I read it in the newspaper and it is supposed to shorten the time from Damansara to Ampang. WTF... they were right!! I got there at 10.15am and i was driving so slow because I just woke up. And no traffic jam. DAMN! This is a miracle highway. RM2 for toll is good bargain for no traffic jam and less time which means save fuel. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">OK so I met this boy, 18. He said he has a problem so I hear him. I was quite suprised that most of his problems is what I had in the past(probably still has but is now controlled). Problem with parents, problem with girlfriend, problem with life purpose. I am now in an age where I have sorted out most of my problems and control myself more. I must admit that when I was younger I just do things main hentam and I like do do things my way and I hate rules and tradition and manners. I was like, 'Screw authority or all this useless manners and rules, all I care is my ideology'. I was so naive then.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">So there I was in front of this boy who faced the same situation. Actually, a lot of young people had what I experienced when I was younger but maybe because people around me care so much about me, I feel like I am the only one with the expectation to solve the problems. I may be slower to solve it than some of my friends who matured faster than me but what I am thankful about is that I have encountered so many sort of problems that I am sure will be useful for me in the future.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">I am like Arsene Wenger altho I am a Liverpool fan and my dad is a MU supporter. I like new things, new ideology, new lifestyle. I prefer to do things with less effort which made me lazy. I prefer winning beautifully than winning ugly. I prefer intelligence over brute force. But I realize, we need to work hard every day to even smell the scent of perfection. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">So I have changed. I have accept that I could not be perfect. I have accept that we can win and we can lose. I have accept that things that you work hard for is sweeter than things you get without effort. But this boy, not yet. Maybe he will listen to me and take my advice. Or he can experiment it like what I did and suffer like I did and finally learn.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">I am like a cancer survivor who wants to help other cancer victims. I am sure I want to help this boy any way I can. I think this is what is meaningful. Everything means much more when you are doing it not for yourself but for OTHERS. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Cheers^^</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-72359294930460568?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-12944717964308046232009-05-08T09:38:00.000+08:002009-05-08T10:24:20.576+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SgOTSkjimQI/AAAAAAAAAHU/ui5X4RRauJI/s1600-h/Bohsia+Jangan+Pilih+Jalan+Hitam+poster+1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SgOTSkjimQI/AAAAAAAAAHU/ui5X4RRauJI/s320/Bohsia+Jangan+Pilih+Jalan+Hitam+poster+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333268330996472066" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;">Cold Turkey for a good movie,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;">Too much crap, too much turkey,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;">I wish for a hot potato not a rotten potatoey,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;">So boring, so trapped in agony,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;">Why rhyme, why rhyme, coz no movie is good for me,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;">Why do I care about rhyming, it's not even funny,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;">So F*** me.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;">Noob poem by William </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" >Q</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;">. Shakesphere</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I really wish there is a meaningful movie to watch rite now. I am like a food enthusiast with no good food to eat. Same old fast food. KFC, McD, Burger King. Same old fast cars, fast women and men, fast storyline and also </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">fast-to-forget movies. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I missed those days when I was just beginning to enjoy movies. I was like a newborn child who saw everything as magic. Maybe I have watched too much movies that I am not excited with supposedly exciting movies. Last movie I watched if Fast and Furious With Love. Nice cars but less cool stuff and more love stuff. Come on ler, if I want to watch love story I better watch the dramas on TV lar. Who the hell care about Vin Diesel wanting to take revenge. Certainly not me. I just wanted to watch car chases lar. Haihhh</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">So my friend invited to go to the movie...So I went to GSC website. What's there? Owhh yeah... Nothing is there. Oh wait, Bohsia movie. Maybe I should watch it although the movie title is JANGAN PILIH JALAN HITAM<---I think if a girl become bohsia, she already know the jalan is hitam</span> but still she choose it<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I heard in the radios some soundbits of the movie and it sounded pretty intense. Maybe I should go. i definitely need to devleop a new strategy. Hollywood movies doesn't quench my thirst for good movies as good at it was before.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">So I hope this Bohsia movie is gonna satisfy me, really do. I want to be back as a movie-goer. Now I am just a movie-go-sleep-better.<br /><br />(^^) V<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-1294471796430804623?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-82023288613466764022009-05-05T20:51:00.000+08:002009-05-05T21:20:35.913+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SgA3MDZmQfI/AAAAAAAAAHM/MBSEQgDtgRw/s1600-h/Is_Your_Housemate_an_Atheist__by_LivelyIvy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SgA3MDZmQfI/AAAAAAAAAHM/MBSEQgDtgRw/s320/Is_Your_Housemate_an_Atheist__by_LivelyIvy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332322639017296370" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Moved in 2 weeks ago in my new cave in Damansara. Was told by my tenant that the place belongs to students in preparation course to Australia. So I thought this should be a suitable place for me. Geeks live well with geeks.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">So, there's 3 of them. 1 Malay-ren, 1 Hua-ren and 1 Intu-ren. So MUHIBAH. Wahhaha... this is what I call 1Malaysia. Plus me means a half-Malay and half-Chinese added. PERFECT!! I am the the balance between these races. Wooopsss... Spoke too soon... I have no Indian blood... Owhh well... maybe I should marry Aishwarya Rai so that my children will be super-hybrid (in my dreams+Aishu already happily married to Abishek Bachan+ Abishek will chop me into little pieces of lamb chops)...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Anyway, back to the main topic, I find it easy to get along with them since they are basically newbies as they are 20 and I am 25...NOOOOOBBBBSSSS..... But after awhile I noticed some weirdness in this house.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">1. The Chinese boy is a VAMPIRE. He sleeps during day and wakes up during night to study. When I asked him, he said it's because he hates sunlight. Thanks for revealing your true identity, Mr.Dracula.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">2. The Indian boy is a GOLLUM. I noticed that his notes are destroyed. From my analysis he studies so hard that the notes is worn off. I never met someone so hardworking....=.='</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">3. The Malay boy is an ANGEL. He is so alim that I saw rays of white light glowing from his skin everytime I see him. And I feel very a little bit of unease in the presence of this shining boy since I am not so alim. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">But I realized there's one thing common about them which is they all think I am a weird boy. Hahaha... </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-8202328861346676402?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-90655686121848869122009-05-03T20:22:00.000+08:002009-06-30T14:22:33.894+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/Sf2NhmqLbkI/AAAAAAAAAHE/kKgFzWU6PXc/s1600-h/ghost1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/Sf2NhmqLbkI/AAAAAAAAAHE/kKgFzWU6PXc/s320/ghost1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331573142329192002" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ref Num</span>: 678910<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Investigation Team</span>:<br /><br />Hajime Q-daichi, known for putting Jonos in jail of Momusu, likes to eat goat meat.<br /><br />Incredible Blor, known for his knowledge on the field of the technology of Vegetable (V-tec).<br /><br />Jonos Grosokos, a former prisoner which now is ambassador of the China for Malay-ren in Malaysia.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Case: The Knocking Ghost of Jonos Mansion</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Information</span>: Adanis, a wizard apprentice from the land of the Mersing came to Kluang and stayed for a night after journeying to Muar. Suddenly Albuquerque, Blor and Jonos felt hungry and so they went to eat KFC and left Adanis who was sleepy. While enjoying their Snack and Dinner plates, Adanis called and said that he needs to meet them since he could hear the sound of people knocking on a door. So he joined the others and we discussed the possibilities<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Discussion</span>: A lot theories were discussed. Jonos theory is that it is done by a mouse but Adanis thought this is bollocks since a rat can never make a knocking sound. Blor and Albuquerque did not have much ideas and speculated that it may have been caused by the wind which is strongly opposed by Adanis.<br /><br />And so, they all went back and did their own things and Blor and Albuquerque watched Hana Kimi. And while watching it, Mr.Blor noticed something which is a key moment for this case.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Conclusion</span>: The 'knocking ghost' is actually the sound of Yahoo!Messenger makes whenever a person in Albuquerque's friends list is online. The fact that one of Albuquerque's online friends is Chan Hu which is his housemate in KL and the internet connection is not stable which means that the knocking will occur consistently.<br /><br />P.S. Noob case...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-9065568612184886912?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-81134026752843761402009-04-30T02:53:00.000+08:002009-04-30T03:15:58.710+08:00<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_-xVTw_PZLc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_-xVTw_PZLc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sk0qJZOtnic&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sk0qJZOtnic&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">I dunno how I missed this... I am a very big Larc~en~ciel fan, the only Japanese band that can rival Muse in my love for super-sound band music. I used to like Pop when I was teenager coz of all the love songs and it was a trend those days. Everytime a Westlife song comes out everybody will be singing it in the classrooms or library. But then I was exposed to Linkin Park and at that time, I tot it was great and then I started to like band music. I like to hear to not only vocal but the guitar, bass, and drum(I still dunno how to appreciate drum).</span><br /><br />I love band music. I started to like all those rock bands like 3 doors down Marron 5 bla bla bla... Then MCR came along.. I like it for awhile but hated Gerard Way's vocals. But then I stumbled into Silverchair... Wow.. the Diorama album is just sooo much sounds.. But it was only one album.. So then I heard Muse.. My younger brother is crazy about it and he looks like a rock star anyway with his long hair and skinny body.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">So then I loved it and I told myself, this is the best modern band ever. And then Blur introduced me to Larc~en~ciel which I thought was good with their song Stay Away. But then I thought I was gonna pass on this because I cant understand a word coming out of Hyde's mouth. But then my youngest brother downloaded the mp3s so I heard it in my speaker which has a sub-whoofer.. WOW!... I could hear all the bass, guitar clearly and so I began to love it so much not because of the lyrics but the sounds....</span><br /><br />I call them MUSIC PORN(actually I read this on youtube). It is just so entoxicating if you can hear all the sounds. So then I finished hearing all the singles by Muse and Larc but then I lost hope on the current music trend with less bands that can satisfy my music needs. Bands like Daughtry and Nickelback are propular but although they sound rock, they talk about love too much. I just can't like them...<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">So yesterday I saw this vid... My hope is renewed.... :D... I love band music!!<br /><br />VAMPS... vocalist HYDE-sama... Haha he is just truly a vampire... Guitar K.A.Z.... not the best guitarist but is very cool image... I like their image and songs... I want to be vampire too ^^<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-8113402675284376140?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-91681284513944339712009-04-28T01:41:00.000+08:002009-04-28T02:03:23.456+08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SfXzMV_WHLI/AAAAAAAAAG8/fb8Ot1AEwOs/s1600-h/01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SfXzMV_WHLI/AAAAAAAAAG8/fb8Ot1AEwOs/s400/01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329433127449664690" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Had a conversation with my pren about some things and the fren questioned my beliefs for my desire to beat my ex's bf. Thanks to some misleading information given by me, she thought I want to get back my ex. Not really true. I just do it as a motivation for me to work hard and set high standard. It is just a way to 'bakar' myself.</span><br /><br />I am naturally a very unambitious guy. I just want to learn as much as I can on as many topics as I can. Maybe a lil bit psycho like Orochimaru who wants to know all jutsu. It was like that b4 I met the girl. But then after I broke up, I thought of how to change this negative energy that caused me to become a lil bit (actually a lot) of unstability. So at that moment, I tot I just want to beat this guy in terms of achievement which I probably could not but after a long time, I think it's a good awakening from my slumber of just gaining knowledge without direction and purpose.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">So for me, it's just an extra motivation. Not that I will do anything at whatever cost to beat the guy. If I was so desperate, I would have sold drugs or steal. So I just treat this as a motivation.</span><br /><br />But I feel that maybe I gave the impression that I have a bad motive. Yes, we want to be successful kerana ALLAH. I learn a lot all becoz I was told that learning is an IBADAH. But maybe I let the girl influenced me. Maybe this is a test of faith. Would I do bad things becoz of the pain caused by her?<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Ahhhh... I always have idea to blog when I feel not so happy. When happy, I dun have idea. This is the COMPLAINING THERAPY blog anyway. ^^</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-9168128451394433971?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-57620059207878974582009-04-24T15:18:00.000+08:002009-04-24T15:21:51.786+08:00<p><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x32Y7yKsETE&amp;hl=" width="560" height="340" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" fs="1"></embed></p><p><br /><br />This may be the last time I post Momusu stuff in this blog... This blog is supposed to be place for me to complain. Soon I will have new blog in wordpress.com. ^^ </p><p>I love this PV. Everyone so gorgeous especially Koha who is always my favourite... :D</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-5762005920787897458?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-71764676386816066592009-04-23T19:53:00.000+08:002009-04-23T20:36:29.860+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SfBeZpyNPjI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Dsi8x2GEvn0/s1600-h/DreamMomusu.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SfBeZpyNPjI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Dsi8x2GEvn0/s400/DreamMomusu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327862153985474098" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Just finished exam.... Feeling temporary freedom... But I don't think I am free from anything becoz i always like studying and student life... XD...In fact, I feel that this holiday I still want to study more and more... more about life... more about people... more about Internet (thinking of creating another blog on wordpress.com)...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Momusu just did an interview of 'You may dream'. I read it from </span><a style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://eternalove91.wordpress.com/2009/04/23/everyones-talking-about-dreams/#comment-328">Amyrulez blog</a><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"> (click to read). As usual, Koha answers are the most hillarious... haha.. she is just a funny and wacky girl... XD....</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Here are the answers of Koha-chan ;</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">What is a dream you’d like to come true once?<br /></span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Koha:</span> I want a day-long full-body massage! I want all the kinks worked out. And after that, I want to eat lots of crab!<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">What’s a dream that you’ve had when you were asleep that left an impression?<br /></span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Koha:</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> “Ice-man” (an original character that appears in my dreams - lol) was going to bite my thumb. He bit my sister, and her thumb froze. (lol)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">What is your current dream?<br /></span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Koha:</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> I want to do a Koharu project, where I can meet and talk to all the fans. There are lots of things I want to do with everybody.</span><br /><br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Give a message to everybody who is chasing after a dream!<br /></span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Koha:</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> No matter what, don’t give up, and do everything that you can. I think that by thinking there’s nothing I can’t do, I do everything with all my might, and it gets me a little closer to my dreams.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Ahahahhaha... She is just hillarious... WTF... Crabs???? Want a body massage?... That is the dream she want to come true?? OMG.... And she had a dream on Ice-man... WTF.... I oso want to be part of Koharu Project!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">After all the wacky answers, I like what she said about chasing your dream. Yes, I am a dreamer... I have lots of dream and some ppl may say I am dreamer but I am a PISCES anyway. PISCES are always dreamers.... I think if I don't dream, I will not be happy.. Life without dreams is a nightmare... What I mean is things to achieve... I must have a target... </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Bruce Lee said that the purpose of a dream is to have something to aim at.... I TOTALLY agree... Maybe I dream of Nissan Skyline, having big house, having life in fast lane, having lots of enriching friends and family... Now I probably have 10% of it but even if I don't achieve it, what's important is I have a dream so that I have something to aim at and to work hard towards to... </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Yes, Koha is the most hyper-active, enthusiastic member of Momusu and sometimes she might be misinterpreted as annoying especially with her high-pitch sound of an animal being squeezed. But this is because she tries 150% in what she do!!..</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">So tonight I want sleep and dream (Lazy bum!!)</span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-7176467638681606659?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-46424492824555324122009-04-20T20:10:00.001+08:002009-04-20T20:51:05.669+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SexufENJIQI/AAAAAAAAAF8/mNDd9xicFsU/s1600-h/funny-wallpapers-chicken-war.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SexufENJIQI/AAAAAAAAAF8/mNDd9xicFsU/s320/funny-wallpapers-chicken-war.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326753939256320258" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;">Emo? I am not an emo like MCR fans are. But I am EMOtional. But people seldom see the EMO side because I keep it inside. When is me most EMO? I am EMO when something that's in my control become uncontrollable. I am EMO when something I expect, don't happen but the unexpected happened. I am EMO when people say things I don't expect them to say.</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;">So I use a new way of handling EMO which is 10 SECONDS RULE. For example (Not true story):</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Qmouth (My mouth) : I like Nissan Skyline</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">SUKARNO (eneMy) : You will never get one</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">----Let Q brain think for 10 SECONDS before I open my mouth---</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Q brain (my brain) : This f*cker thinks I will never get a Nissan Skyline GTR because he thinks I am a lazy and useless loser. I must give a statement that also will make him angry.......Calm down calm down calm down... If I react by saying 'Who the f*ck are you to predict whether I will get one or not, you cocky noob!!!', I will embarrass myself and maybe he's just joking so I should just chill.... Chill... chilll... Think what will Koha think if she see me being not cool... Ok.. Ok... Relax Relax.... Rolex Rolex Rolex... Ayam Gelek Ayam Gelek... Ayam Serama Ayam Serama Berkokok di waktu pagi yang indah damn membuat lawak kepada pak Imam... Hahaha...</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><br /><br />----Q brain success in changing from emo to not emo----</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Qmouth (10 seconds later) : Haha... yeah... It's just a dream every guy have which is a luxury car. Always important to have a target in life... </span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /><br />SUKARNO : You are really a cool person... XD </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;">So this is my way of not being emo... Hope I will remember to use this method everytime so that I will never over-react and reduce the chance of being EMO... XD...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-4642449282455532412?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-91136974377533504012009-04-18T05:38:00.000+08:002009-04-18T06:19:43.816+08:00<span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Can't sleep. What's in my mind? So many things... Love? Tennis? Liverpool? Koharu? ... SO many things in my head... My brain is like a DVD player.. keep repeating the same story over and over again... The same images over and over again... For 1 month, everything is going well. Met a lot of new friends....prepared well for the exams.... made a lot of money....Re-built my relationship with the family on my mother's side... In short, was a good month for me....</span><br /><br />After all that positive things, I made a theory that I should interact more with people because every person has a story and I like to hear people's stories... I need not read from the internet... Just need to talk to more and more people.... But after a month of pushing myself to talk to new people and getting deeper in the conversation with them, I realized that there's a negative side in everyone... Sometimes the negative side overwhelms the positive side... Most people will only show their positive side to us which is the smartest thing to do...<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">I see my dad do it all the time... In front of his friends, he is the most positive person on planet Earth... But behind the scenes, sometimes I see his prejudice, dissatisfaction, hatred on some things which probably means I am the closest person to my father at the moment.. Mom a lil bit busy... It is the right thing to just show that you are a very humble, positive person in front of new people but HOW LONG can u maintain this? HOW LONG? Depends on people. Some people can maintain this all the time and some can just maintain it as long as the guest stay at his house and some just show their dark side which happens if you do not care to make friends with someone or the person you met is known to you as a person tolerant of negative things...</span><br /><br />I wish I am a simple person... But being complicated is what I am.. This is what I am... Some people see the beauty of it... Some people see that it's ridiculous...Personally I do not care much just as long as it's not my parents' opinion... Yes, their opinion matter to me... They brought me into this world... Other people?... Not so much... I care about people but what people say I do not really care especially if it's a subjective thing.... If Faizal Tahir care so much about what people say about him about his stripping, will he be able to still show his face? No... You cant hear too much about other people.. Important is balance...<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Suddenly I thought that maybe it's time for me to get a girl. Because I think I need to share my thoughts with someone close who I can trust and who understands me. Maybe I talk about everything with my dad but maybe only 60%. I dont talk about the bad things I have done or he might get mad. My friends, I dont think anyone knew me even close to 50%, not that I blame them. So who can I share 100% of me? Yes, a girl I can trust. A girl I am going to spend my life with. No. I am not desperate. After breaking up with my ex, I have figured out so many ways to be happy being single and also developed fear to having relationship with a girl. Maybe I am over that phase. I think so. I can barely remember her face now. She will remain as a princess in my heart which I happen to meet accidentally and fell in love accidentally and broke up accidentally.</span><br /><br />Yup. I think it's time to move on. So much ahead of me. Feeling the momentum at my side. I dont want it to go away. But momentum can be disrupted when we encounter something shocking. Something unexpected. Like when I read NANAB post on a woman killing a cat with her shoes. How can a human act like an animal? I FEEL HELPLESS. What can we do when human go this low? Not a lot.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">One of the scene in Dark Knight is a conversation between Bruce Wayne and Alfred. Here's what the dialogue I googled</span><br /><br /><b style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000323/">Alfred Pennyworth</a></b><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">: A long time ago, I was in Burma, my friends and I were working for the local government. They were trying to buy the loyalty of tribal leaders by bribing them with precious stones. But their caravans were being raided in a forest north of Rangoon by a bandit. So we went looking for the stones. But in six months, we never found anyone who traded with him. One day I saw a child playing with a ruby the size of a tangerine. The bandit had been throwing them away. </span><br /> <b style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000288/">Bruce Wayne</a></b><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">: Then why steal them? </span><br /> <b style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000323/">Alfred Pennyworth</a></b><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">: Because he thought it was good sport. Because some men aren't looking for anything logical, like money. They can't be bought, bullied, reasoned or negotiated with. Some men just want to watch the world burn. </span><br /><br />SOME MEN JUST WANT TO WATCH THE WORLD BURN!!! Hope I can survive this type of people.. ^^.. Time to sleep...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-9113697437753350401?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-67705014100031939592009-04-15T04:45:00.000+08:002009-06-30T14:22:57.309+08:00Ref Num. : 9+9=99<br /><br />Investigation Team:<br /><br />Hajime Q-dachi (IQ 888888888), born in ToQyo, age 25, good at killing people in DOTA game and owning noobs. Note : No picture available because he is a most wanted in the Teletubbies world.<br /><br />Koharu Q-sumi, born in Niigata, wife of Q-dachi, married for 3 years, 5 children. Note: Most cute member of Morning Musume. Don't really help in this investigation but give inspiration to Q-dachi with inspirational poses like this<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SeT48K23tuI/AAAAAAAAAFM/9RXq14h9hMQ/s1600-h/img20090321182537191.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SeT48K23tuI/AAAAAAAAAFM/9RXq14h9hMQ/s200/img20090321182537191.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324654372049106658" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">CASE 1: MYSTERY OF THE BROKEN GLASS OF JONOS GROSOKOS</span><br /><br />Information: Jonos Grosokos, came home to his Mansion of the Broken Tongkang to find his mirror which he won in a festival by being the last man standing in the 100% juice competition broken. He was informed by AlbuQuerque that Blor is the one who broke the mirror. Blor got emo and turned to Incredible Blor but it was not enough to wake up sleeping giant, Shukrius.<br /><br />Discussion:<br />Jonos Grosokos and Shukrius are the owners of the mansion so could possibly be the ones who broke mirror but highly unlikely because they should have noticed it earlier so the other 2 suspect is more likely.<br /><br />Blor and AlbuQuerque are the most likely criminals. Both were at the crime scene but Blor is the heavier between the two and likes to put lie down with 2 hands on the pillow. AlbuQuerque is lighter than Blor but also heavy enough to destroy the mirror.<br /><br />Conclusion: Inconclusive because not enough evidence but the Court of Civil Engineering sentenced Blor to 20-hours of community service for turning into Incredible Blor which is prohibited in the land of Teletubbies.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">CASE 2: THE PHANTOM BLOGGER OF THE OPERA </span><br /><br />Case: AlbuQuerque came back to the mansion after dinner to see a phantom post in his blog, Membebel Therapy. Jonos Grosokos, spoke about this during dinner and Blor changed his statement on what is the last post of Membebel Therapy. Jonos Grosokos said it was about noob and then Blor agree but then changed thoughts that it was a post about Kirarin.<br /><br />Discussion:<br />Because Blor changed his thoughts, there is reasonable doubt that he might do it to cover what he did but is very unlikely and Blor put a comment of 'WTF!!' in the post so in order for Blor to do it, he must be a super strategist but since he is always vacuumed by Oleg in Red Alert 3, he is not a super-strategist. Shukrius is not likely because he is in hibernation mode.<br /><br />Jonos Grosokos is the most likely criminal in this case because there is a big evidence. The last user of the compurter is Jonos and the second last is AlbuQuerque and when AlbuQuerque used it, there's no phantom post. And also Jonos said, 'when he logged in, it's already there' but when Albuquerque opened the laptop of Jonos, the website is already logged in with AlbuQuerque account.<br /><br />Conclusion: Jonos is the criminal and Court of Momusu sentenced him to listening to Momusu song for 4-days non-stop. After the punishment, Jonos know how to speak japanese better than his chinese.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-6770501410003193959?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-65062392761825912009-04-09T01:58:00.000+08:002009-04-09T05:09:28.209+08:00Just watched Chelsea owned Liverpool at Anfield. Seriously, I never expected this. F*cking Lucas is there. I repeat: FUCKING LUCAS is there. I dunno why this Lucas annoys me. Actually I know why. It's because he is SH*T. He gives so much balls, he should work as a Tauke Fishball in Kluang Wet Market. F*cking Lucas. No contribution. I got to give it to Guus Hiddink. He's a very clever tactician. He knows that if Chelsea can break the link between Gerrard and Torres, it's 30% mission accomplished. So he put Essien as Gerrard's marker and we all know how good Herbal Essien of a Chicken is. And Torres is marked by JT, Alex and Ivanovic. So the link is broken. 30% done.<br /><br />Another 10% is restricting Xabi Alonso. Hiddink put Lampard as Alonso marker and because Lampard is high above the field, he can stop X.Alonso's killer passes. So tactically, Hiddink got it right. But only 40% is done. So where is the other 60%?<br /><br />When all the supastars is cancelled out and marked from their hair to their feet, the other players will become very important. So centre of midfield we have another player who should play a role and make Chelsea worry on marking X.Alonso-Torres-Gerrard. Yes. Who is the f*cking Central Midfielder? Who? Yes, you guessed it. Lucas the Locust who do not destroy farms or crops, but the spirit of me, an enthusiastic Liverpool fan.<br /><br />I just can't get over the last clown trick that Lucas entertained me with. The ball were involved in some richochet and Locust saw it and kicked at not the ball, but air. NOOB. Pretty much sums up Lucas's night, ooopppsss no, his entire season of doing nothing but turn up for training and play lousy matches. Seriously, this boy should be kicked out. Please larr.. Damn Mother-o<br /><br />O, so what now? Sleep? I will sleep after writing this post. Sleeping now means nightmare cause I am angry. I will get a nightmare of Lucas marrying Koha. NOOOOO!!!!! I will not risk dreaming that horrible dream. So best solution is to look at Koha pictures and sleep....... Zzzzzzz........zzzzZzzzzz...... F*cking LucazzZZZzzz......<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/Sd0RVL2692I/AAAAAAAAAE0/kKuIsqKPkzs/s1600-h/img2009040314112171.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/Sd0RVL2692I/AAAAAAAAAE0/kKuIsqKPkzs/s320/img2009040314112171.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322429390279866210" border="0" /></a>.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/Sd0RfJ9sWZI/AAAAAAAAAE8/IRQWnd3wjMw/s1600-h/img20090323173834746.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/Sd0RfJ9sWZI/AAAAAAAAAE8/IRQWnd3wjMw/s320/img20090323173834746.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322429561570089362" border="0" /></a>.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/Sd0RlRcBZyI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zBwtARz9uxg/s1600-h/img20090329071737.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/Sd0RlRcBZyI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zBwtARz9uxg/s320/img20090329071737.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322429666655561506" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-6506239276182591?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-60792991632917427022009-04-06T12:28:00.000+08:002009-04-06T13:05:11.319+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SdmHzkjbmJI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Duu1V6XtgVU/s1600-h/federer1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SdmHzkjbmJI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Duu1V6XtgVU/s320/federer1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321433754770315410" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SdmHz0feUaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/oD8IkjRWL6U/s1600-h/tearful-roger-federer-rafael-nadal-awarding-ceremonies-2009-australian-open-men-singles-finals.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SdmHz0feUaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/oD8IkjRWL6U/s320/tearful-roger-federer-rafael-nadal-awarding-ceremonies-2009-australian-open-men-singles-finals.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321433759048683938" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SdmHzxhZB-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/-tDf7_gQXjE/s1600-h/federer_crying_aus_open_09.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SdmHzxhZB-I/AAAAAAAAAEk/-tDf7_gQXjE/s320/federer_crying_aus_open_09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321433758251419618" border="0" /></a><br />Maybe I'm a lil bit late posting this. But this post is not about the Aussie Open 2009. 2 months have passed since i witnessed my favourite tennis player, Roger Federer (RF). I have always thought he is perfection personified. Rarely do we see someone who produce so much genius that it can be a lesson in life that there are so many ways to solve a problem in life. We do not always have to use violence and hard work to solve a problem. We are humans, and what separates us from animals is our brain.<br /><br />Yes, the brain. Such is the magnitude of its power and potency that Albert Einstein's brain is not fully used although he is the undisputed most intelligent man who has ever lived. RF showed to me that with an open mind, speed of thought we can take another route to solve a problem. And that route is BEAUTY. Yes, BEAUTY.<br /><br />BEAUTY as much as it is sometimes superficial and lacking substance is sought after by most people. A lot of women spend money on beauty products just to hear someone call her 'pretty'. Most men dream of a supermodel girlfriend. Picasso could buy a house just by drawing it because there are people who would pay for the abstract BEAUTY that he draws.<br /><br />So shallow is it for us to put importance on BEAUTY and yet deep in our nature, we chase after it. We love it. But too much of something is bad enough Spice Girls said. Too much BEAUTY will make old supermodel undergo freakish surgery. Too much BEAUTY will make men fight and back-stab to get a women. Such is the extreme dark side of BEAUTY.<br /><br />And so it is concluded, Roger Fed had provided me with such inspiration and beauty in 2003-2007. It was extreme BEAUTY. Such BEAUTY are not rightful for human to achieve. It is eternally god's possession. So now, when BEAUTY is taken back by God, the man who once touched it will feel extreme sadness and will have to accept that it is not eternally his. He is now frustrated, depressed and angry because of this realization that no human are immortal.<br /><br />What we see now is VIOLENCE and POWER. All we can do is realize that BEAUTY can easily be crushed with VIOLENCE and POWER if it is not protected with constant BRILLIANCE. I hope in the end, BEAUTY will prevail and also save the world.<br /><br />P.S. maybe I need a tennis blog. :D<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-6079299163291742702?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-80594519328571581692009-04-04T18:51:00.000+08:002009-04-04T19:02:33.019+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/Sdc-NAaCpsI/AAAAAAAAAEU/M35Tayszrao/s1600-h/flying+pig.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 291px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/Sdc-NAaCpsI/AAAAAAAAAEU/M35Tayszrao/s320/flying+pig.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320789877929977538" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Some chicken decided to come and entertain me with a piece of chocolate trick which is by changing a book into a tooth fairy which has a CV of working for sleeping beauty who slept for 100 years waiting for Prince Charming to kiss her on the lips so that she can wake up a new women like what Britney might have tried to attempt to do by shaving her bald head resembling a headless chicken waiting to be converted to a KFC Hot and Spicy wings which costs around RM9 if I am not freaking mistaken.<br /><br />People say if you want to sleep you count pigs jumping over a fence (or was it sheep?). But I am not in a good mood. What's worst is I am bored. If you are angry but you have something to do, you can channel your anger to what you are doing. Like if you drive, you can drive fast. If you are studying, you can study hard. If you work, you can work like a dog to release the anger. But when you are bored and not in a good mood, that is the worst situation you can be in. Wait, I am doing something. I am trying to sleep in the evening but can't so I count pigs. But no, I am angry so I will kill them brutally with a Desert Eagle.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-8059451932857158169?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-75009378725417979892009-03-30T12:00:00.000+08:002009-06-30T14:25:32.221+08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SdBEUOdsbbI/AAAAAAAAAEE/EzASKQ0rYgY/s1600-h/jessica-alba-eyes-front.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318826274195271090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SdBEUOdsbbI/AAAAAAAAAEE/EzASKQ0rYgY/s320/jessica-alba-eyes-front.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#000099;"> Damn It!! Love bug has bit me again!! Cupid has shot me with a poisonous arrow of love in the butt!! I fell into a hole of love!! Aphdrodite used her legs to cast a love spell on me since she has no hands!!! </span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br />Yesterday, I helped my suami sepupu @ sepupu ipar moved into a very big house in Kajang Impian, Seksyen 7 Kajang. He brought some of his workers. I initially thought that maybe there are some sausages among his workers but all are girls and what I mean by that is ALL ARE GIRLS.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">So 3 girls came and slept at his Ampang residence and I collided shoulders with them everytime I move because it was a very congested. One of them is actually quite cute but I have met 20000 cute girls in my life so I didn't care. But this particular girl like to STARE at me. Oh well, not the first time girls stare at me (perasan hot stuff) :D</span><br /><br />So I spent almost 4 hours carrying things. But not small things like kuih pau or kuih lapis. No. Not a chance. Big and heavy things. And the fact that there was only 4 men and only 2 young men, I think I burnt 5000 kalories lifting cabinets, 20-kg TVs (and my uncle has 4 TV), tong gas, sofas, bed, you name it. F*ck. So we did this and the girls watch and sometimes help carry 1-gram things. And the girl I was talking about kept staring and staring me everytime she had the chance.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">OK. So after 4 hours of labour, we finally moved all the things to the new house. And then I relaxed and we all socialize cause my uncle, aunt came too. And then did 2 hours of rearranging things. I learnt that the girl name is Hasni. F*ck. Considering that my ex's name is Hasniza, this is a bad omen.</span><br /><br />During the staring contest, I noticed that her face looks familiar. And so I noticed. She looks so much like Jessica Alba. Her skin has the same tone, maybe a lil bit darker. And what is more frightening is that her voice is also similiar to Jessica. Husky and a lil bit boyish. And before I can say 'Doraemon likes to eat Dorayaki', I already had a crush on her.<br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">2 years have I neva felt a teenage crush since I broke up with my ex. But this is not love. It is a crush. I have many chance to meet her if I want. But am I gonna make the move coz you need to talk to a girl to see if she is suitable for you. Hurmmm.. Owhh well, at least I know now that I am able to like a girl again and that to me is very IMPORTANT.</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-7500937872541797989?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-82801059437028242652009-03-23T06:55:00.000+08:002009-03-23T07:25:43.910+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/ScbI6spio-I/AAAAAAAAAD8/ma1LpPT47wA/s1600-h/anti-noob.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/ScbI6spio-I/AAAAAAAAAD8/ma1LpPT47wA/s400/anti-noob.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316157320900813794" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Had a week off for super sore throat. And it gave me time to regroup. I guess I learnt a lot from this one week of hanging out with Mr.J. I always make presumptions on people and judge them from their appearance, their behaviour in front of people but I guess it's not the rite way to think.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">First of all, people with a secure job doesn't mean they are really comfortable</span> if they choose the wrong strategy in handling their money. Not that I say I am pro in handling money. I also is very noob at spending properly but I guess from the mistakes I see a lot of people do I must be careful when I have a lot of money in the future. From what I see, Mr.J is pretty smart at handling money because he has a plan on almost all outcomes. But he is noob in some of his strategy and it is not totally perfect but nothing is perfect.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Second, not everyone who appears noob is a noob and not everyone who appears pro is a pro.</span> Of course we need to act pro to give the right impression but it is also important that we also show our willingness to appear noob when doing something because nobody is pro the first time they walk. No human is pro at walking straightaway they come out of birth. So everyone has become noob more than once in their life. Some women who look confident might be the most insecure and some who is quiet might be secure.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Third, every noob mistake or situation is a lesson to be pro</span>. I am noob at a lot of things especially in some things like making the right move with girls whenever I am given the oppurtinity. So I guess it is embarassing to be noob at this thing but hey, we can always turn around noob things and learn to be pro. A fight with someone over a noob reason can be turned into a positive thing. We can learn to forgive or learn to handle these typr of people better in the future.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">4th, nothing that involves human being is constant.</span> I learn this from the current situation in EPL where suddenly my fav team, the Reds snapped MU seemingly unstobbale winning streak. I must admit I have started to not watch MU games when they were basically winning without any effort in the 15-match streak they strung, but I believe if a noob try and just compete, one day he will be closer and closer to the pro and even if he cant beat the pro, he will improve and improve. Mr.J prove this theory with the tennis video game. He is not so pro in the game and took a long time adjusting to the game but he proved that although it took a longer time for him to adjust to the game than me, he eventually managed to win a game by just playing it over and over again.<br /><br />After this long essay, I realize, it is all basically common sense but sure we need to remind ourselves. There's no way we can remember to everything forever. Maybe our Hard disk is big, but our RAM is not so big. Maybe we store so many info in our 400GB brain but things that we remember in our RAM maybe just 1 GB like most computers.<br /><br />So as it is, maybe this blog is noob-looking, but for me it has a very pro reason of existence: as a reminder to me about all the lessons I learn coz I may seem pro but actually just a noob like every noob in this noob world. :D<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-8280105943702824265?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-72770509403030987382009-03-12T15:02:00.001+08:002009-03-12T15:21:31.116+08:00<span style="color:#000000;">Past 4 days has been the longest fight between me and a soar throat. I thought just by eating black Hacks sweets, drinking Breacol and Woods cough syrups (2 bottle), chewing Strepsils tablets, I will be able so destroy this enemy. But no, my weapons are useless against this new version of soar throat which was resurrected by none other than yours truly.<br /><br />Recounting the moments of the birth of this supervilian, I was stressed with the traffic jams I had to endure and the constant breaking that I indulge myself to some impulsive smoking. Yes, SMOKING. Smoke is what this supervillian need. It has been sleeping in my throat and it feeds on cigarette smoke but of a certain concentration and I was so crazy during the weekends that I smoke too much and more importantly, with little time interval.<br /><br />So for 4 days, I have to fight this villian alone, naively thinking I could do it all by myself. Pride comes before the fall I guess. Finally I decided yesterday to go see the doctor. He was shocked that my throat is so red. Got RM48 poorer, ate for one day and I feel better already. Doctor told me to 'pantang' smoking for 7 days. In my mind, I've already done it for 4 days without him telling me to do so and why 7 days if I can stop smoking FOREVERRR........ </span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">P.S. Below has nothing to do with the above post. I just 'met' this Chinese superstar Liu Yi Fei in YT recently. Thought I might share. Cute. isn't she?...<br /></span><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/81ZMxSPZQxI&amp;hl=" fs="1&amp;color1=" color2="0x9461ca&amp;border=" width="445" height="364" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"></embed><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-7277050940303098738?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-7548941608966446382009-03-07T07:51:00.000+08:002009-03-07T08:18:46.476+08:00<div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SbG3heVzmAI/AAAAAAAAADs/mDX_O4E6XYk/s1600-h/DSC00229.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SbG3heVzmAI/AAAAAAAAADs/mDX_O4E6XYk/s320/DSC00229.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310227221354616834" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><br />OK, I do not know what signals exactly am I giving to people around me to think that I am anti-social but I guess I do spend too much time on the computer. So my geo-friend, Mr. Ap (bukan namer sebenar, obviously) invited me to play bowling with his sister and her sisters' friends. So there I was, feeling giddy again (sigh, this always happen when I am about to meet girls I've never met). So, I came to Times Square, I saw the girls and I suck. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">To my suprise and utter demise, this was actually a gathering of some cult group and instead of 3 girls I thought I was going to meet, I saw about 100 girls. I would have been happy if me against 100 girls but of course 200 boys were there too. I was really trying to figure out what type of group this is and I kept asking my fren but he was trying to do the 'reverse psychology' to me by saying, 'owhh, I can't tell you because it's not like you want to join'. Turned out that the group rented the bowling alley for the whole night and they could do anything they want with the place. They could have a 100m race on the bowling lane if they wanted too.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">So, I was like totally startled and my friend later said I looked 'ketat' because these weird people were like super-enthusiastic and the MC was like, 'Aper khabar semua?' and they responded, 'Baik,sangat baik, hebat!!!'. I was like 'what the f*** is this? is this scientology? Is Tom Cruise here to promote scientology?'. So I was forced to play a game of bowling and I got 84 pinfall which is OK considering it was hard to focus with all the noise that resembles monkeys in a banana party and the fact that my friend who was supposedly pro got a noob score of 68.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">And after all that, I had a drink with the new-found 'friends' who asked me to join them and the only thing that I was attracted too from all those words coming out of their mouth was that they will be organizing a trip to Japan at 2010 which strangely coincided with me suddenly hearing a 'Hapi Hapi Sunday' song in my head.</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><br /><br />So I told these people, 'Of course I will join'. Yes, I will join.... in 2010 the earliest, suckas. ^^</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><br /><br />P.S. Sorry for the foul language. I am actually a well-behaved boy...err... I mean, man. Sigh...=.='</span><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-754894160896644638?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-80437476258419942222009-03-04T23:40:00.000+08:002009-03-05T00:07:19.950+08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/Sa6huetPrdI/AAAAAAAAADk/B0uQyGNcAOg/s1600-h/Fernando_Torres_486675.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309358830605282770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/Sa6huetPrdI/AAAAAAAAADk/B0uQyGNcAOg/s320/Fernando_Torres_486675.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;">First of all, I just want to start by saying that I am NOT gay. Just because I think Torres is cute do not mean I am gay OK!!! If you say a guy is handsome when you are a guy does it mean you have feelings for the guy. In some cases, yes. But not in my case. When I say Torres is cute it is the same as I say Siti Nurhaliza is comey (well, 3 years ago maybe, now that she married Datuk K, not so). It is just a fact. Siti Nurhaliza is comey although this is subjective. Of coz some people like Sharifah Aini allegedly thought she has a face shaped like a senduk (allegedly, I repeat, allegedly so don't sue me) But it is widely accepted that Siti is comey. Same for Torres. He is cute, doesn't mean I am gay when I say something that is widely accepted. </span></div><div> </div><div><span style="color:#000099;">OK, now that I got it out of my system, I want to summariza this season as a Liverpool Fan, a Kop, a Red's fan, a Red Phoenix's fan, an 'Ayam Merah' fan. Whateva u call me, I am a fan of LFC. So this season, we managed to stay in the tile race until March. For me, it's a massive improvement. Of course, we could have done better. Of coz, if Torres and Gerrard were fit in 80% of the games we would at least have 5 points more in EPL. Oh well, Man U had so many injuries so why am I complaining? </span></div><div> </div><div><span style="color:#663333;"><span style="color:#330033;">But we can't compare with Man United, they have a strong and big squad. Of course they have Cris Ronaldo and Rooney who are probably A+ players if they have a grade system. But we always forget that the other players in Man U are all either A+,A, A- or B+. As for Liverpool, sigh, we have A+ players like Gerrard and Torres, A players like Xabi Alonso, Carragher, A- players like Carragher and Kuyt and mascherano, B+ like Benanyoun, Babel and so many B players like Aurelio, Arbeloa, Insua a bunch of B- newbies like Ngok, El-zhar and of course F players like Lucas and Dossena. So, Mr. benitez the class teacher was not good in getting his class to the A grade region. But we are improving but still not good enuff</span>. </span></div><div> </div><div><span style="color:#996633;">Being a Kop is like like having a romantic relationship with a Horse. You just hope one day it'll grow a horn so that it will become a unicorn but it will be a miracle. So when Liverpool were leading, we somewhat knew we will not win it. But we hoped and hoped but even if this time it is in vain, I am sure Mr.Benitez will do something about it. Maybe he'll put a horse and a buffalo together so that they'll mate and the result is a unicorn but a t the moment all we get is a horse with 2 horns. </span></div><div> </div><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Oh well, Next season please. :D</span></div><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">P.S. Another colourful post. ^^</span></div><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span> </div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-8043747625841994222?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-49308139908451199492009-03-02T21:57:00.000+08:002009-06-30T14:25:32.221+08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SavqNn5HTkI/AAAAAAAAADc/7gnwfNXIhV4/s1600-h/noob_yoda.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308594105553997378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SavqNn5HTkI/AAAAAAAAADc/7gnwfNXIhV4/s320/noob_yoda.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;">Met some 2 amois last week and it's natural that when you are in a group of 'sausages', everyone is attracted to meet people from a different species.. Hurmmm it's funny how excited boys are when they are get up close and personal with girls. I am ashamed to admit that I to felt attracted to these amois eventho I tried my best to treat them as I treat boys cause they are my CLIENTS. Dang.. I guess it will take a lot more socializing for me to actually be cool around the opposite sex and I believe I am getting there. At the moment, it is just embarassing to recall the feeling of giddyness which I think became at times, so obvious. Owhh well, me not gay rite? </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc0000;">So, I dunno what I said to them and I try to not really break through the barriers of professionalism with them but I guess I made a fool of myself by asking, ' Izzit true that CHinese hate Japanese people because Japan invaded China some time ago?'. My friends around me were tying hard not to laugh. God. I dunno. I asked because I was curious, it's not like I wanted to flirt with them. Geez. Owhh well, I guess it was noobness in my part. </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#006600;">And they had the look of 'WTF?'. Owhh well, I just hope they didn't think I was trying to hit on them coz I wasn't. And then they talked about going to COpa Cabana and I tried to be funny and said'yeah, it must be a nice place to be in, Copa Banana izzit?' Nobody laughed? =.='. </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#006600;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff6600;">So many mistakes made by a noob but good thing is we had a good laugh about it. As for the amois, dunno what happened to them. All I care is that they give me $$. Hohohoho <--- (don't misintepret this sentence. I am not a gigolo. I am just selling something to them and it's not my body) :D. On to the next lessons. GAMBATE!!!</span></div><div><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#cc0000;">PS. Try to make this post colourful and see if it looks nice</span></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-4930813990845119949?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-13501858655857727602009-02-27T18:59:00.001+08:002009-02-27T19:15:27.614+08:00<p><object height="295" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P2shQ-Q4Vmc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P2shQ-Q4Vmc&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"></embed></object></p><p>I dunno how I surfed through Youtube to crash into this vid and next thing I know I keep on repeating it. Seriously, Youtube should put a new feature on its video which is 'REPEAT SONG' so that people with Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder (OCD) like me can hear songs which I am addicted at over and over again. For some reasons I am just lazy to bring my laptop to a WIFI zone to download videos anymore. Maybe becoz Ms.A posted something about Laptop Detector and my fren's laptop got stolen along with his car (or is it the other way around? Beats me). So plz enjoy this LIVE performance by Katy Perry who is to me, the ideal non-Muslim woman LOL = sexy legs, giddy, artistic, sassy (just my type). :D</p><p>The lyrics are very cute ^^. Plz marry me Katy Perry :P <a href="http://www.mp3lyrics.org/k/katy-perry/mannequin/">http://www.mp3lyrics.org/k/katy-perry/mannequin/</a></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-1350185865585772760?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-91944297715318011782009-02-24T14:44:00.000+08:002009-02-24T15:27:11.945+08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SaObqDtVkgI/AAAAAAAAADU/M2BsivN9tSE/s1600-h/9136.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306255932824850946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SaObqDtVkgI/AAAAAAAAADU/M2BsivN9tSE/s320/9136.jpg" border="0" /></a> A.R.Rahman won 2 Oscars for Best Music Score and Best Original Score (if I'm not mistaken). I am proud that a Muslim with the name Allah Rakha Rahman can make it in the highest stage in music and film which is dominated by Europeans and Americans. It just shows that people will recognize your work if it's good no matter who you are.<br /><br />When he was on stage to receive his awards, he said 'Ellam Puhazh Iraivanukke' (All fame belongs to God). I just can't believe how someone can be so humble and yet not be timid. So quiet and yet so expressive.<br /><br />He also said, 'All my life I have two choices : love or hate. I chose love and I'm here. God Bless'. I learn a lot from this. You have to choose love. Love here doesn't mean loving Japanese girls or daydreaming of dating with Koha which I am quite successful if this is the meaning of 'loving'.<br /><br />No. You have to love everything in your life. Hate is a bad thing. It destroys your heart. Thanks again to A.R. Rahman, the 'Mozart of Madras' for giving me an inspiration. Alhamdullillah..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-9194429771531801178?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-82791330252114467122009-02-21T17:37:00.000+08:002009-02-21T17:42:09.991+08:00<p><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k8WYugpzL28&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k8WYugpzL28&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></p><p>I just can't get over this vid. Koharu and Reina like you never seen before. I find them really adorable. Today I feel so good coz obviously it's Saturday and so much good things happen and thanks to mr.B because you gave me LOA (not lord of Avernus but Law of Attraction).. How can you get mad when there's so much BEAUTY in this world ...:D</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-8279133025211446712?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-8750006272591051392009-02-17T15:21:00.000+08:002009-02-17T15:26:11.420+08:00<p><object height="295" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hU0GeU4cGOw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hU0GeU4cGOw&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"></embed></object></p><p></p><p><br /><br /><object height="295" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-2In6pt6VYQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-2In6pt6VYQ&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"></embed></object></p><p>New versions.. I like them both... ^^... And I listened to the bass and it's really nice... I love this song!!!! :D</p><p> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-875000627259105139?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-36781469177835510522009-02-16T11:01:00.000+08:002009-02-16T12:10:09.187+08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SZjlyBdoBzI/AAAAAAAAADM/Xv_g_m2NNz0/s1600-h/sushi-girl.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303241208777672498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SZjlyBdoBzI/AAAAAAAAADM/Xv_g_m2NNz0/s320/sushi-girl.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Interesting weekend, met girls on Saturday and Saturday which is weird. I wished they are all Nihon-originated but that's a big ask when I live in Malaysia. Too much J-pop made me having an idealistic expectations that girls should be genki, free-spirited but this just shows my lack of maturity because life is not always fun and when you work 9 to 5 for 5 days a week, I don't think you can be Genki inside out. So my fault for being immatured. Lesson learnt.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Rafa Nadal said about tennis, 'I think it is only a game, there are a lot of important things in life other than the tennis, right now tennis is an important part of our life, but after the game, we have our life too'. So I guess there are more important things in life than J-pop and Japanese-girl chasing game. Getting money and good grades and having a good spiritual life is my life.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>'If a cluttered desk represents a cluttered mind, then what are we to think of an empty desk?' -Albert Einstein. I have been cleaning my room and sent my car for carwash and I thought I felt better so I think an organized, neat desk represents an organized, neat mind, yeah, Einstein? I guess if you throw all your belongings just to avoid clutter than perhaps you have an empty mind after all, huh? You are correct, EINSTEIN!!</div><div> </div><div>Looking at the picture made me wanting eat sushi so I need to sell to 2 persons. Guess I have to ganbare for 5 days so that I can enjoy Salmon Sushis on saturday. Ahhh... need to really ganbare for 5 days. Only Monday now so have to ganbare for the next 5 days. Cannot, 'chotto matte kudasai' this week. And not to forget that I need to belanja somebody if I dont do something this week. Ahhh... busy week busy week. Guess I need to get started now. ^^</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-3678146917783551052?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-44120552015362782442009-02-12T15:36:00.000+08:002009-02-12T16:13:24.311+08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SZPTGrx5BDI/AAAAAAAAADE/0UIkEbH_QXs/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301813298129863730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SZPTGrx5BDI/AAAAAAAAADE/0UIkEbH_QXs/s320/untitled.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#000000;">Hurm, just finished watching Oh!My Girl! which I stole from Mr.B's computer. Hurmmm... The main casts are Hayami Mokomichi as Koutarou, Rosa Kato as Mineko and Yoshida Riko as Sakurai Anne.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">SPOILER ALERT!!!!</span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">SynopSiSSy</span> :Hurmmm.... The drama is quite good actually and it started with Koutarou being in an awkward position of having to take care of his step-sibling's daughter who is a supastar child actress, Sakurai Anne and is contantly informed and attended by her manager. Mineko-san.<br />They stayed for awhile in Koutarou's apartment but then got kicked out because Anne-chan brought her dog Bima to the apartment which does not allow pets. So they stayed in her mom's apartment where a lot of drama unfolded.<br /><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">VerDiCt</span> : (3 out of 5 Salmon Sushi) Hurmmm.... This J-drama has a lot of moral values intilled in it. I watched this honestly just to enjoy Kato Rosa's beauty but in this film her cuteness is outshoned by Yoshida Riko who shows more emotions than Kato. I dunno if the script is supposed to be like that but I did not see too many sides ot Kato Rosa.<br /><br />Hayami was believable as a poor struggler in life. But I dunno if a journalist can be so 'noob' and also so stylish at the same time. I can't really feel the anger whenever he is angry but it is still a good performance. The storyline jumps from one character to the other which is good.<br /><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">ComplainTs </span><span style="color:#000000;">: The chemistry between Kato Rosa and Hayami were poor. They didn't looked like they could fall in love the whole time I watched this drama and there were not many scenes between these two. I actually thought at one point that Koutarou was in love with Sakurai Anne and the scene in the final episode looked where they cried about Sakurai going to Hollywood was like two lovers getting separated. I don't think I'll get too emotional if I stay with my uncle for 2 months. I actually wished the love relationship between Mineko and Koutarou showed some signs earlier that the LAST scene of this drama. Sigh..</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">Pondering Puzzles </span><span style="color:#000000;">: How on earth would a guy give Kato Rosa socks for her birthday? And how on earth would any girl be happy like Kato Rosa was when she received the socks. Seriously, I watched that scene 3 times and still ended up laughing. That's the biggest joke in the whole drama. Even if you're short in cash, how can you give a cute girl like Kato Rosa socks?? A cute keychain is like RM2 and is still better than socks. Oh, well, I guess it only happens in dramas.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SZPSxbQlJEI/AAAAAAAAAC8/rPoQVmV-gAQ/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"></a><br /><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-4412055201536278244?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-33706578779549582532009-02-10T11:18:00.000+08:002009-02-10T11:44:12.004+08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SZD38mF0moI/AAAAAAAAAC0/MAqB6ZjER5g/s1600-h/zombie_kid_i_like_turtles.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301009381804251778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SZD38mF0moI/AAAAAAAAAC0/MAqB6ZjER5g/s400/zombie_kid_i_like_turtles.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Yesterday was my first time driving alone to KL. It was a hell of an experience. I was scared that my car was gonna break down in the middle of the journey as my car is no virgin. It has been f**ked many times by its noob owner who probably never deserve to have a car in the first place. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>So there I was, me against the road!!! Me alone. No one to advice me. No one to talk to. Just listening to the radio listening to DJ's talking to themselves trying to cheer listeners. The first hour, I drove 90km/h maximum as I was scared shit. Then it got fun. I thought I was playing Need For Speed. Overtaking cars was fun and it was thrilling when cars made way for me when I 'cucuk' them. I could almost hear sounds you hear in games when you get points everytime I overtake a car. I was so focused on it I didn't realize I was driving at 150 km/h per hour at one stage. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>But every devillish endeavour has a price to pay. You want to be a rock star, you need to pay to the devil who will take your soul. So in my case, I wanted speed and considering I was driving a <strong>WIRA</strong>, it is a sin to go to 150 km/h. So the price is my heat went up so I saw the heat meter going to red so I had to stop for half and hour in Ayer Keroh and Seremban so I wasted an hour in those locations just to cool off my '<strong>burn</strong>ing' car which was <strong>burn</strong>t by my <strong>burn</strong>ing desire to <strong>burn</strong> the f**king road and <strong>burn</strong> the freaking ships of the Greek army which <strong>burn</strong>t the ass of Alexander The <strong>Burn</strong>ing Great. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>So I reached KL at 7 pm. I reached my place and slept soundly like a sheep waiting for his neck to be eaten by a werewolf cause I know that because I am so tired. I probably would wake up late. And here I am woke up at 9 am and feeling dizzy and dazed and disoriented, feeling slow like a 100-year old tortoise on a prosperity Burger Diet. I am trying to get started doing something but I just feel slow. =.=' T.T I LIKE TURTLES!!!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-3370657877954958253?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-45967346528291822672009-02-05T15:26:00.000+08:002009-02-05T16:09:49.928+08:00<div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SYqetkkeEzI/AAAAAAAAACs/2xU-WAeBpHo/s1600-h/34471339.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SYqetkkeEzI/AAAAAAAAACs/2xU-WAeBpHo/s400/34471339.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299222417302754098" border="0" /></a><br /></div>Ok, I really am gonna complain here. I have never really complained but rather just gently ranting my way in this blog but I am so gonna complain the crap out of myself this time cause I am sick and tired and pissed off by Rafa Benitez stupid substitutions and unwavering faith on <span style="font-weight: bold;">Lucas Whatever Leiva</span>. This Brazillian boy has cost us 2 wins over Everton and everybody knows how important winning against the blue side of Merseyside is. It is even more important than winning against MU cause Everton fans always talk thrash on Liverpool. Stupid Lucas would have done good for himself if he did something life his uncle George Lucas on writing <span style="font-weight: bold;">space</span> adventures cause apparently this guy has so much <span style="font-weight: bold;">space</span>s in his head I don't know if there's any thinking organs there. Not to mention how he never find any <span style="font-weight: bold;">space</span> during matches.<br /><br />This guy is a freaking joke because he is supposedly a Brazillian. How the f*ck does a Brazillian have a sh*tty first touch and is slow like a turtle-ian? Wait, Xabi Alonso is slow too but at least he can do unbelievable passes. Tell me Rafa, what is good in this boy? How do you put him in our 1st team in important games like against Everton. Just because he works hard? How is giving the ball every milisecond he touched it is working hard? You are really blinded by this hard work stuff. At least Dirk Kuyt works hard and shows some energy and at least make a completed pass in 3 attempts. This 'Boy from Gremio' really sucks the life out of my freaking mind and I am really losing faith in you Rafa.<br /><br />Just because you won the Champs League for us, does that mean you have a license to make retarded substitutions such as substituting Gerrard when he is the on fire. I know you are not reading this. You are single-minded I know but really, they should just sack you. Just because we win against 10-man Chelsea does not mean your selection is glorious. Please do us a favor and leave. We were in a good position and again you do stupid team selections. IS THIS FUN FOR YOU? And how the f did you not sign anyone during the January transfer window? I am really sick and tired of your seemingly deliberate attempts at destroying our best hope to win the Premier League after 19 years of misery. Please, CHANGE THE MANAGER PLEASE!! And also take with you LucASS and David EggNog.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-4596734652829182267?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-73018551146607010032009-02-03T16:01:00.000+08:002009-02-03T16:17:34.349+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SYf5-68lVKI/AAAAAAAAACk/AurzwRVAEp8/s1600-h/large_nadal_federer_australian_open.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 532px; height: 208px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SYf5-68lVKI/AAAAAAAAACk/AurzwRVAEp8/s400/large_nadal_federer_australian_open.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298478345995244706" border="0" /></a>One destroyed my heart and the other gave me hope and showed me that life is just a cycle of ups and down and that bad times will come and then good times will also come at the same night. At 11pm 1 Feb2009 Malaysian time, a Spaniard, Rafael Nadal won his battle with my favourite player, Swiss Roger Federer. I felt so sad and when I knew that he cried I felt even sadder. I was beginning to feel that sometimes you can't just achieve everything and all you can actually do is just be strong and work hard. So I was gonna sleep with dissapointment in my mind but then I thought, why don't I just watch the Liverpool Vs Chelsea match since I can't sleep.<br /><br />I went to the mamak stall and 30 minutes of the game had passed. Liverpool was dominating and I was full with positive feelings and then when it's 75 minutes and Liverpool still can't score with Lampard being out, I started to think that maybe it's true that even if you work hard, sometimes you just can't win because God do not destine you to. But something happened at the 89th minute, a cross from someone and the commentator yelled, 'Torrrrresssss.......' and another Spaniard, Torres scored and I feel good again.<br /><br />In the end, I guess, you must never ever lose hope. Hope is a good thing and without it, human will feel sad and depressed and not do anything about it. So I learn that we need to keep faith and hang in there in bad times so that we will at least be there when the good times emerges. I also know that I can not hope for Nadal or Torres to be my heroes. I need to be a hero for myself to and determine my own fate. ^^<br /><br />''His armband proved he was a red <p>Torres, Torres</p> <p>'You'll never walk alone', it said</p> <p>Torres, Torres</p> <p>We bought the lad from sunny Spain</p> <p>He gets the ball, he scores again</p> Fernando Torres, Liverpool's number nine''<br /><br />YNWA!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-7301855114660701003?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-46172916645938637982009-02-01T13:12:00.000+08:002009-02-01T14:05:04.202+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SYU4YQMw6fI/AAAAAAAAACU/jyOZv4oqrtA/s1600-h/img20090126123900255.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SYU4YQMw6fI/AAAAAAAAACU/jyOZv4oqrtA/s320/img20090126123900255.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297702525987777010" border="0" /></a>Kamei-Eri has the reputation for being the most shy member in Morning Musume, I have the reputation of being the most shy man on planet earth (exaggration alert!!). Yes, I am a very shy man, and I truly know that this trait is a female trait. Any woman would be forgiven if she is painfully shy especially someone as cute as Kamei (look how cute she is holding he microphone and you can tell by the way she sits that she is a very shy person). Unfortunately, I am not a cute girl, so people will call me a sissy if I am afraid to talk to people or am very scared of women.<br /><br />The really most bad thing about being shy is that the shyness is always mistaken as arrogance. Not talking to people because you are shy may well be perceived as not talking to people because you think you are too good. It is very hurting if people think that I am an arrogant person when I suffer from low self-esteem and always self-hate myself so how can someone who thinks lowly of himself can be considered as thinking highly of himself (see the logic?)<br /><br />So my resolve slowly surfaces, I will talk to people no matter what they'll think of me because it is always better to say something than keeping quiet cause you'll be always considered as a cocky snob. I will look into people's eye and talk to them. Considering a super-shy Kamei has managed to overcome her shynes, I think I can too. Thanks Kamei for not only being super-cute but also an inspiration for me. ^^<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-4617291664593863798?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-1760754658348920852009-01-28T10:06:00.000+08:002009-01-28T11:08:08.611+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SX_JX2OebYI/AAAAAAAAACM/12bXxiaeIEs/s1600-h/ist2_2577744_office_series_workaholic.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SX_JX2OebYI/AAAAAAAAACM/12bXxiaeIEs/s320/ist2_2577744_office_series_workaholic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296173098341395842" border="0" /></a><br />I once told my dad that I always feel that I always do not have anything to do. I think I was just being a lazy bum. Having 'nothing to do' is a lame excuse. There's so many things to do in fact, there's probably not enough time to do all the things that SHOULD be done.<br /><br />It is a question of whether you want to do something or not. Do you just sit down and wait for a gold raining in your room or you do something about your sad state of doing nothing? Having balls is also important. If you are chickening out of doing the things that requires courage then you'll end up being, of course, a chicken.<br /><br />Doing things means you shoud think for about 2 seconds and then do it. Unfortunately, I think about something 2 days before I do it. I think I want to improve on that. The past 2 days, I have been dreaming because I was in holiday mode. I just realized how dangerous holidays are to people who is as lazy as I am. So having said this, what am I doing writing a post on it and not doing things? LMAO. Maybe I should relax but I have relaxed so much, people who might think I have 1 million in the bank or a really pious holyman who eats air to stay alive. SOOOOO, time to do stuff. ^^<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-176075465834892085?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-20539595662240701902009-01-23T11:30:00.000+08:002009-01-23T12:43:32.011+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SXlCat3AfDI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Hh9QXDs5zuE/s1600-h/60098c.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 276px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SXlCat3AfDI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Hh9QXDs5zuE/s320/60098c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294335863705074738" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">CHINESE NEW YEAR-post</span> = Being a half-breed like me (half-breed as in a mixed child like Renesmee Cullen whose father is Edward Cullen, a vampire and mom, Bella Swan), has some difficulties that is not entirely unavoidable but is exclusive. So I would like to put down my thoughts<br />on this.<br /><br />1) <span style="font-weight: bold;">Having an identity crisis</span>. Being a half-breed made me unsure of who I am. I am always confused of which race I am more suited at. Am I more of a Chinese or more of a Malay? It might sound silly but that was how I felt. But now I realize that I should just be a mixed and be a balance between both.<br /><br />2) <span style="font-weight: bold;">Being a miscast.</span> Being a half-breed is not entirely the reason but I do feel out of place when I am in a Chinese group or a Malay group but I learn that it is better being like a salt-water fish who never gets salty living in salty waters (heard this yesterday from a seminar).<br /><br />3) <span style="font-weight: bold;">Having conflicting taste for women,</span> since I am mostly raised in a Malay group, I used to prefer Malay beauties but as I grow older, I find Chinese girls more attractive. So, in order to bring balance to this, I decided to prefer Japanese instead because I know there's little chance that I might get one so I would be able to control myself when I am around pretty malaysian girls.<br /><br />So let's see, who are the people in my life that is a half-breed, hurmm... Mrs.R, the SriLankan+Malay beauty. Mrs.R doesn't seem to be having an identity crisis. She was a total miscast during when she first started out but found her place in a group of boys and then gradually made friends with some Malay girls. She does have conflicting taste over boys (I don't want to elaborate on this, =.=')<br /><br />Who else.. hurmm... Mrs.Noob (noob as in naive that she thought Mawi purposedly used Broken english in his commercial) ... she does have an identity crisis, she was a miscast, but don't think she isn't sure of what boys she like.<br /><br />Who else? shit... how could I forget, my brothers and sister are also half-breeds. They are all successful though. Doesn't seem to have all the problems I mentioned. So like I said, if i were strong enough, I wouldn't let all these problems be a problem for me. So I think I should start focusing on the plus side of it like having an increased chance of getting an amoi cause some amoi did show interest in me because they thought I was chinese. LMAO.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-2053959566224070190?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-57613757062321574262009-01-20T11:30:00.000+08:002009-01-20T11:54:50.764+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SXVKUlT1JuI/AAAAAAAAABc/a_A6g3KkXBY/s1600-h/img2008122608231685.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SXVKUlT1JuI/AAAAAAAAABc/a_A6g3KkXBY/s320/img2008122608231685.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293218654517012194" border="0" /></a>Koharu providing me an umbrella in rainy days might be a dream I should have since I am a big fan of her but NO!!!, I would not be a person who depends on a girl giving me protection. i'd rather die being single than ever depending on a woman cause if you are controlled by a girl, you'll have to meet conditions and girls will never love you unconditionally especially if you are being controlled.<br /><br />I always thought that only our parents and God love us unconditionally. When I look at the problems I created for them and messing up my life, I realized that they never ever hated me. I guess that is why the people you should really take care of first and foremost is your parents and not a girl. When a girl loves a boy, there's always conditions. The boy has to treat her well, take her out for movies, candlelit dinner, be faithful otherwise they will get emotionally unstable and go nuts. You definitely can not say the same with our parents.<br /><br />I had a conversation with my best fren, Mr. F. and he told me his unfortunate experience of being in a 1-month-relationship with a girl who name start with F too and I arrived at the conclusion that if ever a guy is going to fall in love, it's better that he falls in love with someone who loves him no matter if he is sometimes immature, sometimes irrrational, sometimes rude, sometimes weird otherwise the guy would be dumped so fast before he can say the word, 'Bitch'. Girls always say they want a guy who treats them well, so Mr.F is probably the dream guy of every girl but NO, the girl dumped him cause he treated her too well. Sucks.<br /><br />This adds to the paranoia of me being in a relationship where you need to be this and that to satisfy a love interest's interests. So that being said, I concluded that probably I'll focus the next five years getting money and then fly to Japan and kidnap Koharu and marry her. LOL... just kidding...(or not).. The truth is, it sucks being masochistic in a relationship. It really is. So I'd rather be a sadist.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-5761375706232157426?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-24108928083973246502009-01-16T23:35:00.000+08:002009-01-16T23:45:23.330+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SXCqVyCgcJI/AAAAAAAAABU/a94ndsbRWp0/s1600-h/00-fool.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SXCqVyCgcJI/AAAAAAAAABU/a94ndsbRWp0/s320/00-fool.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291916853346594962" border="0" /></a><br />I came across this idiom fools rush in where angels fear to thread which means, in my words, noobs always do what a pro won't do. it basically means that INEXPERIENCED and IGNORANT people would do what wiser people won't do. I am not saying here that I am wise but I guess I was so IGNORANT and INEXPERIENCED, that I might have made so many stupid mistakes that a normal person would never thought of doing. I think the only way you stopped being a fool is to turn a new leaf and start being a wise man. Maybe I am still IGNORANT and INEXPERIENCED but I guess I have to fall so much more for me to know there's a hole there and eventually be an ANGEL. LOL.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-2410892808397324650?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-23514345354311050912009-01-16T09:57:00.000+08:002009-01-16T10:31:10.975+08:00I always thought that the only 'meaningful' way to live is to actually know everything but I dunno if I'll ever have the time to know everything and my mind and time is always occupied with problems that I always skipped at resolving that I should have used to acquire knowledge. So right now my main aim is to collect riches as much as I could. That's right. Since life is soo short, we must make it a rich one. But I don't think I'll ever be the richest man in the world. Hurmm.. so why do I want to live? Happiness and Joy? I think happiness and joy are not permanent. I never knew a person who was happy all his life. So why do we need to live to feel something that is never permanent? So what is permanent? The soul. So I probably should focus on praying to God. But I need money to eat,drink. So in order to live, I need money. So we do need money even if we want to dedicate all our life for the after-life. At least this is how it is in this day and age. Maybe if I was one of those cavemen I wouldn't need money to eat. I would just kill a rabbit or a deer to eat. So what it is that is my reason to live? Would I die content being just Mr.Everybody? NO!! But maybe I should just be a Mr.Everybody and have the same ambition as everybody. But life would be boring. it is exciting now no matter how messed up it is. Life is exciting when you are in the brink of destruction. I love risks. Life is short so better it be exciting. ^^<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-2351434535431105091?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-57096536622062550482009-01-15T23:21:00.001+08:002009-01-15T23:30:24.802+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SW9Us-KSQlI/AAAAAAAAABM/Aph8QA-_S1k/s1600-h/2633478093_1aff888a79.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SW9Us-KSQlI/AAAAAAAAABM/Aph8QA-_S1k/s320/2633478093_1aff888a79.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291541218760737362" border="0" /></a><br />Err.... catswillrule is also a youtube user and I really love her videos. She is, to me, the perfect girl because she is shy and at the same time not shy, she is sassy and at the same time delicate and most importantly her voice is so YUI-like. I am not actually in 'love' with her because how can you love someone you never met so I only admire her. Nope, I am not a crazy fan of this girl. I just thank God for creating angels like her.. LOL<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-5709653662206255048?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-72557611247812663572009-01-15T22:56:00.000+08:002009-01-15T23:08:42.245+08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SW9O73gdq7I/AAAAAAAAABE/gmHCEhmUERg/s1600-h/photo_67765.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iSc_IFt7IA8/SW9O73gdq7I/AAAAAAAAABE/gmHCEhmUERg/s320/photo_67765.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291534877602982834" border="0" /></a><br />3 months ago, me and my friends, Mr. J and Mr. B tried to pick a fight with the fans of Youtuve user, ID name, tinkerchel (I call her tink). So we tried to make fun of Tinker and as expected, got some bashing from her hardcore fans. Mr.J didn't reacted too good when he got some insults from some of her fanboys so he decided to make some videos on Youtube and we all got banned. Mr. B was actually 'in love' with tinker because let's face it, she's too cute for her own good and got really emotional when he got banned. I laughed my ass off when Mr.B got angry being banned by his 'love interest'. The banning happened when tink wrote 'I will not yield to your abusive threats'. She must have been really stressed by Mr.J's videos which is in some way, graphic and annoying. After we all forgot about this, I saw myself being in tink's position of being pressured from some people who love bullying you. One thing I learnt from tink is that the best way to get rid of these people is by 'banning' them from your life and never yield to their abusive threats. Thanks to tink for making me realize this. ^^<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-7255761124781266357?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-15762470902611989872009-01-12T15:24:00.000+08:002009-01-12T15:28:35.081+08:00I really like Katy Perry's songs. I wthink I would eventually buy her album because her lyrics are so meaningful. I am liked every single that came out from her album especially Hot n COld and also Thinking of U. OMG her lyrics are so good. For thinking of you, here are the lyrics.<br /><br />Comparisons are easily done<br />Once you've had a taste of perfection<br />Like an apple hanging from a tree<br />I picked the ripest one<br />I still got the seed<br />You said move on<br />Where do I goI guess second bestIs all I will know<br /><br />Cause when I'm with himI am thinking of you<br />Thinking of you<br />What you would do if<br />You were the oneWho was spending the night<br />Oh I wish that I<br />Was looking into your eyes<br /><br />You're like an Indian summer<br />In the middle of winter<br />Like a hard candy<br />With a surprise center<br />How do I get better<br />Once I've had the best<br />You said there's<br />Tons of fish in the water<br />So the waters I will test<br /><br />He kissed my lips<br />I taste your mouth<br />He pulled me in<br />I was disgusted with myself<br />Cause when I'm with him<br />I am thinking of you<br />Thinking of you<br />What you would do if<br />You were the one<br />Who was spending the night<br />Oh I wish that IWas looking into...<br />You're the best<br />And yes I do regret<br />How I could let myself<br />Let you go<br />Now the lesson's learned<br />I touched it I was burned<br />Oh I think you should know<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-1576247090261198987?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-61847386885321475642009-01-07T23:58:00.000+08:002009-01-08T00:15:09.768+08:00I have been experimenting in the past few days on doing stuff in a frantic pace and found that I did a lot of work actually. So I guess if I can go on in life in this kind of frenzy I am sure there's a lot that will be done. Unfortunately, I can't keep it up for too long. I think maybe I can do it in 3 hours or so but not really long. I guess successful people are those who can maintain this pace longer than anyone or maybe they were born to have a lot of energy. I always feel sleepy when I just ate and it always makes me slow but if I don't , then I would have no energy. I will everything in my power so that I will metamorph to a successful normal person. I think 25 years of my life have been wasted (well not really 25 years, maybe 10) on trying to be an eccentric but I ended up being a crazy person because I haven't achieved anything significant. So now I am half a decade years old. Time to stop trying to be the 'Special One' and be a 'normal everybody'. I guess people who made some great discoveries must have believed that they will achieve it. In my case, i would have believed I would be discovering something special if the people around me would not critize me so much or that the society around me accepted my behaviour. But alas, it was not to be, it's taking too much toll on me, lots of people have run out of patience on me, their curiosity had changed to annoyance. So until I can cut any dependence on these people I guess I would have to be what a normal person should be which is to act normal.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-6184738688532147564?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-12519439089145487252009-01-06T19:05:00.000+08:002009-01-06T19:09:39.245+08:00I feel that if ever I am gonna feel good about a day in my life it better be a day where I do things rather than thinking and thinking and tinkering. Emotional and spiritual health is very important. The sense of achievement must be felt everyday other wise everything you do will feel like a waste of time and it will be dangerous if this happens because your self-esteem will be low. Speed is what I think I want in my life. I want a fast life at this young age before I get old where my life would be so slow as I will have less energy. Smoking ages me faster so I must limit myself. ROLL ON 2009. I'll try my best to make sure that this year is a day where everyday has a meaning and purpose!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-1251943908914548725?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-166992720826396421.post-89801737026601174852009-01-06T16:09:00.000+08:002009-01-06T16:18:37.613+08:00I just thought that since I have so many negative thoughts in my head all my life I am going to record every single one of them and then hopefully when I read them again I would realize how ridiculous these thoughts are and finally snap out of my self-destructive habits of over-thinking. What a noob way to be having the same freaking way of thinking when there are many school of thoughts to be employed. This year, all I want is less negative thinking. Stupid people never change their mentality and hopefully my self-bashing on this blog will make me realize what a dumbass I am for not maturing at a normal human being's rate.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/166992720826396421-8980173702660117485?l=complainingtherapy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>QuE^9^http://www.blogger.com/profile/15895703973506583069noreply@blogger.com0