tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47624571227231687802023-10-23T23:03:49.705+08:00Fuck The Super Not Cooli'msosupernotcoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00982124002287950535noreply@blogger.comBlogger280125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762457122723168780.post-55895017190780499252014-11-25T01:32:00.001+08:002014-11-25T19:51:26.788+08:00One in the Chamber.<div style="text-align: justify;">
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One thing you need to learn about married men is that they occasionally look attractive than a young single man. That of course with their belly size, facial hair growth rate and on what age level they were, taken into consideration.</div>
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On another term, you also need to understand that this kind of people, they don't gave a fuck with anything that spelled complex. They won't give a fuck of your swine little asses that required a whole bag of KY at every time they need to work it out. They'll go for the simplest. A blowjob.</div>
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Imma telling you why. Because life is full of shit. You were not born with it but you'll either live or die with it.</div>
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Good thing being human is, you were at least, at some point of your life were given the chance to decide. You can go on dreaming about being a pimp or you can start recruiting some college girls right away. You can talk shit about being good to people or be good to people.</div>
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Whichever your decision is, you'll die, anyway.</div>
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Me? I just got a mortal request granted by the dragon king, I'll be laughing at your funeral. I'll get lap dance in room filled with your dead picture. Suited up and eyes wide open.</div>
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i'msosupernotcoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00982124002287950535noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762457122723168780.post-30655154365142411012014-11-07T21:37:00.002+08:002014-11-07T21:39:10.321+08:00Of Being A Wallflower.<div style="text-align: justify;">
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I got a book. Partially got a book to be exact.</div>
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Its took me years to finally decided to write something that I knew will later caused confusion of something which radically means a world to me now. Thus when I spent months to even write the first few chapters, I believed it's me being me. </div>
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Its really amazing how some people can write about something that they don't even went through. How we think that we know what other's feels like. I found it even harder to understand that this fat fucking loser was nothing but a fat fucking loser. But in his writing, he was a charming little prince, swaying sword, whom girls will surrender their asses to.</div>
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Imagination is imagination and fantasy is being fantasized until it hit the right person. And it won't get any better to learn that reality isn't even close to the shit the writer was telling. </div>
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Fat fucking loser is a fat fucking loser. He died alone in a twelveth-floor apartment, dick in hand and porn on a repeat mode. Laying on the floor was his masterpiece that was soon to be converted into a fifty-two episodes tv serie.</div>
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Pathetic is, the money he left went into a foundation named after him to breed another genius in writing to continue his fat fucking loser's legacy.</div>
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Pathetic world, is pathetic.</div>
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<br />i'msosupernotcoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00982124002287950535noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762457122723168780.post-20672417993407564102014-11-01T00:37:00.001+08:002014-11-01T00:37:18.714+08:00What you dont kills, makes you stronger.<div style="text-align: justify;">
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There were some quotes that I honestly believed was worthy of adjustment. Life for example, is never about giving a fuck of those thing that trying to keep you down, it should be more about not shutting out of whatever weakness/mistakes that you own/make and used it to fucking live a life.</div>
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Remeber when your teacher ask you how to safely cross a river with a tiger, sheep and some sort of grass I cant remember. What is your answer? Fucking travel with the tiger first, comeback with sheep and blah.. Blah.. Blah. Yes, we were taught to find a correct solution for a problem. In school, unversity or even in the community. And in order to find that one correct answer, we often neglecting the basic rules in celebrating ones life, namely; </div>
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"It's my fucking life, I just do what I fucking want."</div>
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Oh I got this one song playing in my mind for like a day and a half already. It's Alanis Morissette's Hand in My Pocket from her 1995 Jagged Little Pill album. </div>
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Unless you prefer big rounded asses, shiny cars and Suamiku Sotong Shit's novel, you will love these song. </div>
<br />i'msosupernotcoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00982124002287950535noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762457122723168780.post-39092184873660292952014-10-23T21:40:00.001+08:002021-10-13T17:02:06.437+08:00Keep the fucking faith?<div>
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Life is never about having the god on your side at all time.</div>
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I was in deep shit few years back. A really deep shit that I can't seem to figure of my way out. As god want to make the most of it, that shit did hit twice. And hard. In a short fucking space of less than a month.</div>
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I was in a total mess and she was losing it. The faith. Thou the fact that faith isn't really something that I bothered since the beginning of my time, I cant really tell if I was having the same feeling or not. But when she kept on telling me to keep one, which I found to be fucking harder than jerking off, being a gentlemen, I fucking kept one.</div>
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The shit passed, I'm left wondering what actually got us through, her or the faith thing she asked me to keep hold on to.</div>
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i'msosupernotcoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00982124002287950535noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762457122723168780.post-1602871752027332532013-08-02T13:43:00.001+08:002013-08-02T13:44:21.600+08:00Doggy. <div style="text-align: justify;">
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No it wasn't that sexual position that flash in that wild brain of yours when you read the headline. It also didn't related to the one of the so called tarnishing the religion of Islam 2010 video that'd been on every inch of social media since the start of this week.</div>
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It was us. Being dog. Dogged. Doggy. </div>
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Whatever the case is, we have to admit that one thing we can't never take-out from a human being is the pain that one will suffer of being pure at heart. The fear that our either understanding will cost us a, well, recognition from the people around. This then lead to an 'ignorance' or 'purposely invented ignorance' of which we hid ourselves and our fear at the back of it.</div>
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Or simply put as 'freedom of speech is dead'.<br />
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At least, here on my facebook wall.</div>
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i'msosupernotcoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00982124002287950535noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762457122723168780.post-54783089219314905072013-07-31T15:31:00.000+08:002013-07-31T15:31:33.041+08:00Sex, dream and jeans #9.<div style="text-align: justify;">
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I started writing, back.</div>
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Like after how many months of should I say 'vacation', I finally made my way to write only my second entry for the year of thirteen. The last entry was in March. To be exact earlier of March. And for that particular space of time, there are fucking lots of thing happened. And about to happen. </div>
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I miss writing and the blogspot. Not the new one, for fuck sake. This whole new template is killing me. I got myself lost here trying to justifying all the text more than to locate my parking in a seven storey basement parking. But that was the case of rarity, because what usual for me nowadays is that every time I got my feet off my car, I'll make sure that the lot no are already in my mind or my phone's photo gallery.</div>
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I told a friend about this once and his answer is no-less than a defining truth. </div>
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"You're getting old." He answered.</div>
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"We. We're getting old." I corrected him.</div>
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<br />i'msosupernotcoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00982124002287950535noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762457122723168780.post-55974656601095367592013-03-04T13:58:00.001+08:002013-03-04T15:35:41.280+08:00Solidarity is shit.<br />
It was a mess from the very start. Worst than any alien's invasion you watch on the big screen.<br />
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The fact that we were fighting against a crowd of people whom we shared both color and believe is hell of a problem. You can't go there opening fire and splasing bloods with the world watching. No you can't sit yours and their asses off in a table talk with a cup of tea at both end.<br />
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They were lots of talks in the social and mass media. Talks about why wait for a compromisation when already there were casualties on our side. Talks about the sovereignty that have been threatened and of sending a special trained forces to settle the draw.<br />
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It was easier said than done, really.<br />
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Yes, you can just drop a bomb and turn the whole city into a no mans land. Then create a cover up stories that it was an invasion by an outer space creature, say a left over from the space ship that wrecked the Russian's meteorites before it hit the ground, if this was a movie. Sadly, it was not.<br />
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And the damages is already done.<br />
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What you don't want now is the same shit repeating itself in the future. Another dissatisfaction, disagreement or maybe revenge. You dont want that to happen again.<br />
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So whatever the solutions is, it must be thorough. Clear and fair for both contigent and continent.<br />
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Because after all it was not their shoulder that burdened the responsibilities. It was not their hand that'll soak with blood later and it was not even their right that was denied. <br />
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Solidarity is shit, it goes for both side. <br />
i'msosupernotcoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00982124002287950535noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762457122723168780.post-17140345939304882892012-11-20T09:33:00.001+08:002012-11-20T09:33:17.848+08:00Where's my Mc Shit sticker?<br />
The thing about boycotting is that my friends now have something either useful or stupid enough to bright their facebook wall.<br />
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And it's pretty annoying to find myself unintentionally limited by their do's and dont's.<br />
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Dogs.<br />
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i'msosupernotcoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00982124002287950535noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762457122723168780.post-30860191161085340972012-11-15T17:07:00.001+08:002012-11-15T17:07:04.386+08:00Prekuel.<br />
I'm writing a book. A monolog-type of book. In malay.<br />
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It's about a punk who's missing his glory days. Of how he fucked up his life, his ideology and his dreams. All by knocking up his girlfriend.<br />
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There's one big problem, however.<br />
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I don't know how to end it.<br />
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i'msosupernotcoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00982124002287950535noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762457122723168780.post-80230823269025053442012-11-13T03:23:00.001+08:002012-11-14T14:47:15.160+08:00LRT.<br />
There are time when you wish you were the guy who's sitting right in front of you. In that navy blue skinny jeans, in those washed out denim shirt and in this packed public transport. Whom long messy hair is waving at everytime he turned to check on the view outside. <br />
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Shit.<br />
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Nah, you just wish you had his hot girlfriend sitting on your fucking lap too, no?<br />
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I read an article on the net yesterday on the day of birth and snake. It says that those who was born on Sunday is under the snake running away from fire into the water category. Long story cut short, he or she will be having a hard life. <br />
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I started my new job earlier this month. The new life. My previous job was easy. So does the life.<br />
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I need a hard one. So I quit.<br />
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But then only I realised something. Instead of letting myself be the snake who ran away from fire into the water, I opted to be one.<br />
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I am fucking genius.<br />
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i'msosupernotcoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00982124002287950535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762457122723168780.post-85127449586968430912012-11-11T17:38:00.001+08:002012-11-11T17:38:33.031+08:00Back.<br />
See. I told you guys that blogging is one hell of a fucking seasonal shit. Now I guess everybody is busy with either instagramming or tweeting. You see how technology is killing our people by inside. The conspiracy?<br />
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They doing books now? What??<br />
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By the way, don't wait for my next post. It took me how many months to present to you this hell of masterpiece, so to come out with another, that might take me years.<br />
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That is to say, if and I say if we can find the right submarine-cum-ship to survive this coming apocalypse. <br />
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Till then, see you guys in Capetown.<br />
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i'msosupernotcoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00982124002287950535noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762457122723168780.post-77722884783058000712012-06-08T13:23:00.001+08:002012-06-08T14:21:14.272+08:00Football's queen.<br />
"I think this year it is going to be all about football." A friend told me that.<br />
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Yes. With the local Super League is still in progress, the European Championship is coming close and then the new season of English Premier League. Up next is the Olympic football ; GB is playing!! and last but not least the AFF Football Championship where our Harimau Malaya will battling their heart out to defend the title.<br />
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"Ah local football, is on the rises." I smile.<br />
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So I went back home a little early that evening, tuning into Astro Awani and...<br />
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Hmmm. This is the part where I will actually call myself a less-patriotic muthafucker. <br />
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I took a quick glance at the Nike plastic bag hanging on my wall. Confident enough that I am making the correct decision by letting go of my hundreds buck for this Les Blues kits than this kitty team playing shit on my 29 inches tv screen.<br />
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And that muthafucker I am. Forgive me lord.<br />
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i'msosupernotcoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00982124002287950535noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762457122723168780.post-73366449479413512442012-06-03T01:13:00.006+08:002012-06-03T01:39:47.888+08:00The bigger you are, the cockier you will become.<div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The last time that I ride this hell of cable car is when I was a twelve years old comics junkies. That was during a school's trip for those who excelled in their UPSR exam. That was actually fourteen years ago. And although I can't precisely describe my feeling back then but I am pretty much sure tha<span style="font-size: 100%; ">t I was enjoying it.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 100%; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">After that it was only a conjugal visit. Either a late night trip to kill a boring weekend or to escape the heat of the sin city.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 100%; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 100%; ">So at twenty six, when my siblings decided to have some kind of family days out up there in the cold, I decided to give it a go; yes, the cable car.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 100%; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">And one thing I can honestly concluded is that your courage, your happiness and your boldness is slowly killed as you were growing up.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Fucking period.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>i'msosupernotcoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00982124002287950535noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762457122723168780.post-28652595839283295402012-04-27T14:59:00.002+08:002012-04-27T21:24:22.930+08:00Sex, dreams and jeans.. X Bookwriting season.<div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "><span style="font-size: 100%; ">One day, when I decided to publish a book of mine, on the day when the book launching event was taking place, at that time, when every eyes were waiting for my reply and every hearts were beating the shit out of their own pulse, for one simple question, one; "Why the fuck that I finally decided to write a fucking book?"</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span ><br /></span></div><span ><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 100%; ">"I can't stand watching those idiot making a fool of you people." said me.</span></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>i'msosupernotcoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00982124002287950535noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762457122723168780.post-43750709134281412352012-04-25T23:40:00.003+08:002012-04-25T23:49:00.025+08:00Twenty six and counting.<div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "><span style="font-size: 100%; "><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "><span style="font-size: 100%; ">Happy birthday to me. </span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "><span style="font-size: 100%; "><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "><span style="font-size: 100%; ">Yes, I am celebrating my twenty six birthday last Friday. So how did I celebrate it? </span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">By watching a movie in an almost empty hundred and fourty eight seats cinema.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "><span style="font-size: 100%; "><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "><span style="font-size: 100%; ">Alone.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "><br /></div><span><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "><span style="font-size: 100%; ">I don't know if you guys already had you eyes on the movie or not but I felt kind of somehow related into it, straight after I had my ass hit the comfy seat. It was few minutes after the movie started when there is this scene in the bar where the two Hoopers were disagreeing on each other's life. Actually it was the elder telling the younger to grow up and be a fucking man.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "><span style="font-size: 100%; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span><span style="font-size: 100%;">On his birthday, generally. And on my my birthday, </span>specifically<span style="font-size: 100%;">.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span><span style="font-size: 100%;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span><span style="font-size: 100%;">No, my brother wouldn't do that. We would rather talks about football matches than to interfere on each other personal life. Seriously. </span>OK<span style="font-size: 100%;">, leave it.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span><span style="font-size: 100%;"><br /></span></span></div></span><span><div style="text-align: justify; "><span><span style="font-size: 100%;">You know one thing that I love about </span>Hollywood<span style="font-size: 100%;"> products is how in every movies they produced, they never failed to present their audience with this inspiring cum motivation concepts. The likes of how a total loser can suddenly become a world saver. The from zero to a hero thingy. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span><span style="font-size: 100%;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span><span style="font-size: 100%;">And so, I inspired.</span></span></div></span><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "><br /></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 100%; ">Now, when will the aliens land here? Should I join the fucking navy first?</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 100%; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 100%; "><br /></span></div></span>i'msosupernotcoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00982124002287950535noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762457122723168780.post-31202724614114582122012-04-09T01:56:00.002+08:002012-04-26T00:18:02.252+08:00For that few sex.. seconds.<div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "><br /></div><div><span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 100%; ">Street demonstrations was a bit of football, here and then. It's seasonal. </span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">Yes, you can shout of how much you were against the price hiking, jeers on the inefficient government that we've inherited for how long?, harshly criticized all the politicians that we currently had, today. </span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">Only to find out that we, on the very next evening, were sitting on the same seat as we were yesterday, languishing the sweetness of the teh tarik.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 100%; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 100%; ">Enjoying the beautiful football played on the fourty inch light-emitting diode television.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 100%; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 100%; ">And oh, another defeat. Expected as it always are.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 100%; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 100%; "><br /></span></div></span></div>i'msosupernotcoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00982124002287950535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762457122723168780.post-68939007032826495392012-04-06T01:10:00.006+08:002012-04-06T02:50:13.741+08:00The god and the dog.<div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span><span style="font-size: 100%;">In a world where two ways communication is very much dependable, I found it stupid when hitting those prick on the social networking site who seem to be living in his or her own world. With less friends to communicate with and </span>surprisingly<span style="font-size: 100%;"> lots of friends on their back.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; ">Yes, some of them were fucking famous so to listen or to read on others mumbling is a wastes of their precious times. I can't hardly denied that fact. But that fact is actually applied if you were some fucking famous god genius.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; ">Not just another fucking dog, barking at each others, fighting over a tasteless bone for breakfast.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "><br /></div>i'msosupernotcoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00982124002287950535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762457122723168780.post-70394511498417480842012-04-04T01:26:00.006+08:002012-04-04T22:51:58.420+08:00Sex, dream and jeans #8.<div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; ">I do have another blog. A multi-language blog of which I dedicated it to my superb girlfriend. Where my writings was merely a short story between us two. What we were doing, where we were heading and of everything that is circulating around us. The love.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; ">I suck pretty big in both grammar, be it malay or english. But that wasn't the case, here. My problem is that <span>I tend to start my writing from the back. No, I used to. </span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span>I used to write anything I have in mind (the ending) on a piece of paper. And from the ending, up I go until I've come to the introduction part. Then only I edit it. You know, keep of what I feel </span>necessary<span> and let go of what I feel not.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span>And the norm in my writing was much of like this; start-coffee break-fifa twelve-twittering-take a shower-reply sms and stop. For two hours and start again.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span>That is how.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; ">So if you guys were kind of lost while reading or going through my post, you don't have to worry. Because believe me, I am facing that similar problem, or may be worst, trying my hard to finish it. </div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; ">Ah and one more thing.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; ">The fact that I am still hiding behind that guy with a butterfly wing profile picture is no longer relevant when I believe some of you people already got a look at this so super not cool dude on my other part of the social networks.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; ">I should seriously give a thought on retirement.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "><br /></div>i'msosupernotcoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00982124002287950535noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762457122723168780.post-23465741831760273862012-04-03T04:13:00.002+08:002012-04-04T00:28:25.830+08:00Table for two.<div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "><span style="font-size: 100%; "><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "><span style="font-size: 100%; ">To be on your back, going every where around the world, doing what you like must be the ultimate dream that every human being should dreamed of. Far from your usual life and to be untied with all the bonding that you previously had. Ah. I really don't prefer commitments. Not before I reached all the spots I've mark in my little black map. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span ><br /></span></div><span ><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 100%; ">I kept that promise to myself thorough my diploma's day only to be broken when I bumped myself with this immatured girl in my degree's math class. </span></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><span ><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 100%; ">The solo travelling, the dreams and the promises, I guess it's all beyond my reach now. And regret, I am not. </span></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>i'msosupernotcoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00982124002287950535noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762457122723168780.post-39147914972237951952012-03-31T07:32:00.002+08:002012-04-04T00:28:55.397+08:00Down.<div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "><span style="font-size: 100%; ">For every time that I met a people, I started out by took a glance at their feet. Yup, feet. What were they wearing down below.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span ><br /></span></div><span ><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 100%; ">That every shoes has it's stories.</span></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>i'msosupernotcoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00982124002287950535noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762457122723168780.post-57586556242995842672012-03-30T22:51:00.008+08:002012-03-30T23:42:21.366+08:00How disastrous I am with money.<div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; ">Previously on FTSNC,</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; ">I was planning on maintaining my account balance to this certain amount for every month, starting with my March's salary. <span style="font-size: 100%; ">To actually success on this matters is never easy. I need to keep my appearance at the nearby fashion shops as minimum as possible. </span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "><span style="font-size: 100%; "><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "><span style="font-size: 100%; ">That is to say that </span><span style="font-size: 100%; ">I need to be attentive.</span><span style="font-size: 100%; "> I must plan of my cash flow on every breaths I am breathing. I must go for what I need rather for what I've wanted. And so I go with the plan.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "><span style="font-size: 100%; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify; "><span><span style="font-size: 100%;">I went to the golden triangle, fetched a beautiful watch with a </span>considerable<span style="font-size: 100%;"> price for my girlfriend, it was her birthday, with my mom's coming. Everything and everything was according to my plan untill...</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "><span style="font-size: 100%; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span style="font-size: 100%; "> *********</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "><span style="font-size: 100%; "><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; ">Now on FTSNC,</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; ">I was there again, in the heart of the golden triangle. My March's salary is just a week old. I withdrew the automated-teller-machine card from my wallet, slowly insert it into the slot and carefully key in the six digit combination numbers. </div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; ">RM300? Good shit.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "><br /></div>i'msosupernotcoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00982124002287950535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762457122723168780.post-37479124736742223432012-03-27T20:54:00.001+08:002012-03-27T21:09:33.333+08:00A punk rock birthday wish.<div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I work with numbers; date, time and money during my eight hours at the office. For most of the minutes<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame- color:rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469);">, I am either being sick looking at them numbers or maybe got myself confused by their complexity. But one good reason is that I suddenly became aware of the people around me. You know occasions like, my brother's wedding anniversary, my first time losing my virginity to even my ex's birthday. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame- color:rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469);"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame- color:rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469);">Or so, I guess.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Today was another ordinary afternoon under the heat of March and and the cold of my office air conditioner. And I kept on smiling every time that I bumped into that number.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">27/3/1951.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Happy birthday, mom. I love you so fucking much!!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>i'msosupernotcoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00982124002287950535noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762457122723168780.post-26975292641315752832012-03-26T23:01:00.003+08:002012-03-26T23:55:45.428+08:00Who loves their first time anal, anyway?<div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: justify; "><span style="font-size: 100%; ">I went to another event last saturday and finally catching up with few of my facebook buddies that I barely met.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><br /></span></div><span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 100%; ">Sounds interesting but believe me, it's not.</span></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 100%; ">The problem with me is that I usually stuttered when meeting new peoples. I don't know what to say and that habit is kinda took the best out of me for the time being. I was like stucked but trying to act as cool as I possibly can to make sure that they didn't sense my nerveousness.</span></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 100%; ">For most of the time that I think I'm going to cherish the moment, I failed. Miserably.</span></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 100%; ">One of the few reason is because me, I don't actually know how to start a fucking conversation. Yes, you can easily find me woohooing people on facebook and other part of social networking site but in truth I sucked pretty damn much. Especially when it comes to a table full of unfamiliar faces. Even when they are guys.</span></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 100%; ">Gays, I know.</span></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: 100%; ">But believe me, once I hit my fucking keys, you'll begged for me to stop talking. Cheers!!</span></div></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div>i'msosupernotcoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00982124002287950535noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4762457122723168780.post-640681220850532042012-03-23T00:23:00.006+08:002012-03-26T23:59:00.107+08:00K-men : First Class.<div style="text-align: justify;line-height: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;line-height: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; ">I don't really care about the Lynas project. In fact I don't even know what the fuck Lynas is operating after all. <span ><a href="http://mynewshub.my/eng/2012/02/the-truth-about-lynas/">A simple, honest chemical processing?</a> <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lynas">An Aussie rare earths mining company?</a> <a href="http://savemalaysia-stoplynas.blogspot.com/2012/03/sg-lembing-folks-protest-lynas-dump.html">A foregin company gets to pollute our rivers, our seas and now our water supply and community tourism - all tax free!?? </a></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;line-height: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;line-height: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; ">I don't give a damn.</div><div style="text-align: justify;line-height: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;line-height: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; ">I am from Pahang, the southern part of it. I've been living there for a couple of decade now. My mom and my elder sister was still there, enjoying their life. I've got lots of friend from Kuantan. From schoolmate to university classmate to a hi-hi-bye-bye-mate.</div><div style="text-align: justify;line-height: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;line-height: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; ">One of them is my diploma's classmate named Mohd Syazwan Karim. He is about five feet seven tall with a muscular body, big arms, a set of workout calves and a dark brown skin. All the characteristic that you would expect from a rugby player, nowadays.</div><div style="text-align: justify;line-height: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;line-height: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; ">But one thing I don't expect is him turning green the next time I made a joke about his love life. Or him joining the X-men. </div><div style="text-align: justify;line-height: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;line-height: normal; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; "><br /></div>i'msosupernotcoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00982124002287950535noreply@blogger.com2