the idea of going to school

the idea of going to school or if you do mind, a university, after 8 months of not going to a proper education center is pretty exciting.

the idea of going to school and interacting with a lot of people, relatively to that many people that i interacted with during these 8 months of recluse is a little terrifying.

the idea of going to school and realizing the major difference in the life i have been leading for the past 8 months up till now and the probably hectic or disciplined life of a student is quite uncomfortable.

the idea of going to school and then making a fool out of myself when i am not that sober is really embarrassing.

the idea of going to school is starting to sound dreadful and i think i should stop. wtf.

anyway, this is so true. ahahahahhaha.

When they run out of ideas,

they'd literally build anything, even a tit. lol wtf.

In the 21st century

Meditating is not sufficient for you to reach God. You need a handsfree as well.

I could have been a singer.

Was clearing out files when i saw this report card which is actually just a piece of paper.
A further look at the comment the Music teacher gave me, i believe he was trying to say that
... I would have been someone like Justin Bieber if Youtube had existed back then.

Collectors alert!

You want?

Why you should buy a new house

You walk into a house and you feel like this is home. This is where you want to stay. Everything up to the patterns of the tiles in the toilet fits your dream house description. You know this is home. Awesome rite?

Of course that would be awesome if you weren't staying in it when the house is undergoing renovation. And the toilet tiles? It takes a hundred gazillion hours of looking through all the tiles in the show room to find the perfect match that is black and white.

Let me tell you what. Don't renovate your house. Save the trouble and save the money and go get a new one.

Now, there's this site called Propwall that has all the top properties and most wanted properties in Malaysia and etc etc. Simple steps to find your dream house there i can assure you. Find the location where you would want your house to be at the PropertyHotSpots and then click on one of the little monopoly houses that has a fancy name which suits you because your house should have a name just like mine which i call it the Belltower because dingdongbell wtf.

Anyway, if you dont really care about the location and all you want is like for example, the perfect match of toilet tiles, you can browse through their arsenal of 40000 pictures which i suppose you will find something that matches your taste.

Then again, your dreamhouse don't come free and if you want to sell your old dilapidated house away, Propwall is also your solution to find buyers that think dilapidated houses are cool. Of course, if you do not have enough money to spare on buying your dream house, then why not consider renting it? Better still, start investing to earn money so that you can get your dreamhouse in the near future.

Anyway, back to the Belltower wtf.

The Belltower is still undergoing renovation and Master Bell Junior is still stuck in Belltower for god knows how long and has run dry on inspirations which once again becomes an excuse for the almost dead blog.

Touching on my what?

If you want to 1__me i wont say no. Touching on my 2__while i am touching on your 3__ you know that we are gonna 4__cause i don't give a 5___.

Gosh. Fill it in for me, would you?

How to rot away.

Gosh. It has been ages since the last post. *blows off dust*

I know. What to do? I was so busy with erm. rotting away.

All my inspirations have rotten altogether as well. I have been kept at home for way too long. I have been restricted to all inspiration sources. I need to go out. *reachesouthandforhelp*

If you are thinking that rotting is awesome and you wonder how to rot away, you can start off by sitting in a corner and just sit there and then keep sitting. Sooner or later, you will start to find mushrooms, maggots and all rotting stuff on you.

Anyway, if you have not been seeing me for a very long time, this is what i look like now.

yes. those are fungi. i am now the fungi man. wtf.

p/s please dont be afraid of me. i do not have fungi on me. seriously.

Where am i?

I am at the moon now.

wtf.

McMahatir™

Was browsing through facebook when i came across this. So unrelated. Mcdonald's and Mahatir. oh wait.


Don't want to get caught by the ISA cause i still have an A2 test to finish. So, i'll let you guys do the imagination lar. hahaha. wtf.

The Epic Battle.

The last day of college worked it's way into the heart and unleashed the sentimentality within each and everyone. People were hugging along the corridors, taking pictures with all the people they had stalked for the past 18 months or so, the stalkers smiling like they've never smiled before and the stalked ones with forced smiles on their faces. Either way, it was a sad day.

But not for me and faris. He hated lard! How on earth could someone even hate lard when it's like the best food around? In the end, on that very fateful day, we came to decide that only a fight would bring the argument to rest.



In the end, Ganesh the awesome Indian came to the rescue. He strangled faris to death. Indians are so cool. wtf.

No malays or chinese were harmed in the making of the fight. And this post has nothing to do with race discrimination. And this is i think, a non-halal post, cuz it's got lard involved. Anyway, long live the Indians! XD

p/s this is faris's version.

With 900 bucks, you get...

150 McD set lunch meals.
90 movies.
20 petrol refills.
25 new stephen king novels. 1 new phone.

22 bouquet of roses to impress 22 different girls. Fail 21 times and still have my 22nd chance. wtf.

or you could just use it to settle the aftermath of a car accident. fuck.

If i am a mouse,

then the purple sheet under me would be a mousepad. wtf.

If i have abs.

Bui and Jenny said that i can never have abs. Because my face would not match my body then. So i tried to imagine myself with abs and here's a visualization of what you will get.

I think it's fine, no?

Bon Apetit!

If you people, whoever you are -other than those whom I see everyday- had not seen me for quite some time since the last time you saw me, whenever it is, it's because i was stuck to my trials.
Farrk you trials. you made me missed out so many good things. damn you. =)

Anyway, if you were to think that i have started to fall in love with my papers/books/notes, no. On the other hand, i have instead, fallen in love with...

eating sinfully sweet foodbrain food. wtf. haha.

So today, imma teach you guys how to make Damien's finger lickin good strawberriliciouschocolateysandwich ! =D

Get some crackers, some icecreamballs with chocolatepeanut coating, and strawberryjam.
Smear a tablespoon of strawberryjam over the cracker and then place the chocolateicecreamball on top of it.
Take another piece of cracker and put it right on top. Then all you have to do is to sandwich them together and press it hard so that the strawberry jam is flowing out of the edges.
Finish it up and lick the plate clean.

Now, back to making love with physics. =S

In desperate times and desperate measures.

There are times like this, on a very random day, that we come to realise that our hero - one to lead us, to guide us, and to stand up for us- may actually be among one of us.

To the hero, we salute you.

p/s i wonder why the hero looks so familiar. hmmm...

I french kissed a car, and i don't like it.

It's not what good drivers do, but i just couldn't resist. The butt was oh-so-kissable. But, everything comes with a price. Mine? 1900.And of all the people I could have kissed, A JPJ OFFICER! woohoo. I just couldn't have been any luckier. Now, it's all about mending the big hole in my piggybank.
1900 is like 380 zapfan meals. wtf. =(

They don't like my balls.

You need lots of Apples to please most med unis so that they can accept you. And I thought med unis hated Apples because apples could make them go out of business. After all, an apple a day keeps the doctor away, no?


It's sad that my Balls are just not good enough for them.

Happy tigerish chinese new year! =)

Getting flowers. Rm 60

Valentine's card. Rm 12.80

Delivery charge. Rm 40

Bribing sister from telling ma about this. Rm 100

Incident of sending flowers to the wrong house and having the girl to collect the flowers herself. Then learning that the recipient's an indian. Priceless.

Feeling so screwed up now. =(

Anyway, happy chinese new year! *roars*

Gorilla Rules!

Like the previous year, our college has this election for the board of student council. Just like the national election, only in a smaller scale. A really small one. Because the campus is not big.

Well, a week or so before the election, nominees start to put up their posters asking people to vote for them. And all over the place they had their posters stuck on.

By the escalator.

On the walls.

And much creativity was shown, where people compared themselves with Obama. And some even fused themselves with him.

Well, i am pretty sure this year was one hell of a competition, because there was a different species competing along the other nominees.

Yes. A gorilla that picks nose.