20 November 2009

I really really really hate oversensitive people with serious emotional problems. They should be shot, so they do not contaminate the world. Well, fine maybe not shot but at the very least be smacked and told to stfu or gtfo.


Especially the girls. When a guy does it all his buddies will make it a point to embarass him by reminding him of what a pussy he is, but when a girl does it ... her posse encourages it by having a crying festival and makes it seem like it is totally okay and acceptable to be an unreasonable bitch.


But overall this new wave of oversensitive emo human beings polute the gene pool and will eventually condemn the human race to the fate of degenerate prancing ninnies that happily break dance around fire hydrants and street lamps but slash wrists while wailing naked under a cold shower immediately after being told their hair does not seem to be as shiny as it was 20 minutes ago.


Why was I born in such a time?


On other things, Cameron was written off House. I did some research and found out that this was to be for good. Why oh why? In every show also same, my favorite or second favorite character either dies or gets written off. I don't like Foreman, I don't like Thirteen ... I especially don't like Chase because he reminds me of Kangarooland language accent that Teng came back with in primary school that made me feel like giving him The People's Elbow. If you don't know what The People's Elbow is then I suggest you see below, it is the most powerful and damaging move ever invented by mankind:


MAKE SURE YOU WATCH IN FULL SCREEN !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

13 November 2009

I'm really bored. Friend called me out for dinner but I turned him down. Am becoming really antisocial lately, even for me. It's sad, at first I thought of joining him, but after 5 seconds of pondering I realized how much I would rather have dinner alone than with a few other people.


I wonder what happened.
I think I used to like going out a lot, what happened since then?


Hmm ... I guess that is something to think about.


But on other news, almost finished Streets Of Rage 2. A game I spent hours and hours and at least 200 bucks worth of 20 cent coins playing after school at Jaya Supermarket arcade.


Ahh good times. Carefree times.

11 November 2009

I realize that keeping away from writing for so long has rendered me inept. It just doesn't flow as naturally anymore. But I guess I'll write something anyway.


Today while driving back from Gombak I witnessed an accident. An Indian small truck driver was not watching where he was going when exiting a junction during heavy traffic hours. As a result, the back end of his vehicle grinded against and completely wrecked the mid and upper left side of the Wira directly in front of me.


I think it's pretty damn clear whose fault it is when a driver knocks into stationary objects, but this Indian guy had the balls to come out yelling with hands in the air.


It made me think about some stories I heard about similar encounters and how the victims always gets what they don't deserve.


It made me think about Hafiz and Matt that I have known for years, but ended up screwing me over for a meager sum of money that I could earn back within a week.


I tried to make sense of it all but it just doesn't seem to add up. I think I was taught well about the ways of the world, about what should be right and should be wrong, and despite what I do for some side income I have always tried to do what I was taught was morally just.


How can all these people sleep at night?
I really don't get it.


Somewhere along the line my mind drifted to religion, and I think I finally understand why people have faith. It's just so comforting to know that these people would be punished in the afterlife.


Sometimes ... I wish I had the luxury of that assurance.