Sunday, August 30, 2009

Photography regrets.

Yeaps new thread. Bloody hell, this is gonna be a real crazy one I can tell.

  1. Most recent and the one that threw me into a spastic/catatonic/fuck fuck fuck something. See, I was on the bus from KL and just got into Melaka. I was sleeping but then some stroboscopic light shit disturbed it. Woke up, wondered why the fuck is the bus fucking flickering. Looked outside and there it was. A fucking lightning storm right in front of my fucking eyes. Seriously, I though it was another one of my hallucinations. Then, from behind a mansion, 3 streaks of lightning shot up, and created a fucking lightning blue web thing across the sky... I swear to god, that has got to be THE most fascinating thing I have ever seen in my life... And yeah, I didnt have a camera. Fuck. Still, fuck it, I'm lucky enough to see that. No complains. And yes, M'sia do have lightning storms, if you wanna be at the real awesome spots, go to places where there is no tall buildings. That way, the lighning wont strike the ground but it will travel from cloud to cloud. Le fucken awesomeness. God.
  2. There was this one time in Egypt, I was on a tram on the way to God knows where. Looked outside and say this orange thing moving slowly downwards. A fucking meteorite. A fucking blazing meteorite. A motherfucking blazing ball of rock. In fucking Egypt. Wait, emoticon: O.o
    I swear I thought I was fucking dreaming. Then, confirmation came when out of nowhere this huge amount of rainclouds formed. Mwahahahaha!!! WTF! Aih... Perfection...
  3. To more subtle stuff. I was walking on a beach in Egypt and stopped to have a fag. I think it was 7 in the morning or some shit like that. Looked around and saw this man with his son (I think) and they were playing at the rocks. A big wave came and crashed into the rocks and drenched the gremlin. I mean kid. He started crying and the father was all 'Chill la cibai, air je kot. Wtf is wrong with you.' A-hem. Anyways, he consoles the kid then I realised the fucker is crying also. Uh... Yeah. Well, it would make a good photo...
Oh yeah I found out nobody fucking knows about light pollution. Why bitches, why? A-hem. So anyways...

To put it in the simplest terms, go outside at night if you're in a city and looks upwards to the sky. You'll realise that it's somewhat orangy and glowy and overall fucking ugly. Make your way to some rural town where everybody is a cannibal and do the same. It'd look like this:

Lo and fucking behold. Crazy ey? That's what light pollution does. It covers up the sky.

Dah I'm bored.

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

One two, buckle my shoe

Anyways, due to curiosity and an extreme sense of boredom,I decided to take a quiz in which I found lying near dead (Link was from Ika's page. Go find it yourself you filthy mongrel.). It's the kind of quiz that tells you 'Hey man, fuck everything you are, THIS is the real you. As in seriously, the quiz is called the real you. Did the thing, almost quit midway and then decided to finish it. Results?

Your view on yourself:

Other people find you very interesting, but you are really hiding your true self. Your friends love you because you are a good listener. They'll probably still love you if you learn to be yourself with them.

A/N: Bwahahahaha whats the fun in exposing one's true colours this early on ey... he.. he.. he.. Let's wait. And wtf, they'll love me more if I learn to be myself? Talk about being a lucky man huh...

The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:

You are not looking merely for a girl/boyfriend - you are looking for your life partner. Perhaps you should be more open-minded about who you spend time with. The person you are looking for might hide their charm under their exterior.

A/N: I have no idea how to respond to this shit. Life partner? I must have a pretty fucking short life there. And come on, don't go insulting my ability to look into people... Just when we're getting to know each other.... Tsk... tsk...

Your readiness to commit to a relationship:

You prefer to get to know a person very well before deciding whether you will commit to the relationship.

A/N: Therefore it means that I will never get to know a person really well due to my insatiable lust/ curiosity. HA-HA ain't gonna be fucking commited mate.

The seriousness of your love:

Your have very sensible tactics when approaching the opposite sex. In many ways people find your straightforwardness attractive, so you will find yourself with plenty of dates.

A/N: Yeah right, and also, most of the time my straightforwardness awards me with a slap or more. Seriously. People just can't handle the truth nowadays.

Your views on education

Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.

A/N: I... don't want to study hard... What the fuck...

The right job for you:

You have plenty of dream jobs but have little chance of doing any of them if you don't focus on something in particular. You need to choose something and go for it to be happy and achieve success.

A/N: Too little time! I need a fucking extension.

How do you view success:

You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous.

A/N: Yeah poke deeper mafucker. Deeper I say. Sigh.

What are you most afraid of:

You are afraid of having no one to rely on in times of trouble. You don't ever want to be unable to take care of yourself. Independence is important to you.

A/N: And inevitably ridding myself of the need to well, need other people. Viva Liberte!

Who is your true self:

You are full of energy and confidence. You are unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long.

A/N: Whadd'ya mean? I'm harmless. Really. Like bambi. Yeah, exactly like Bambi.


Boredom can really take a toll on a person. *Shudder*

Oh and to more interesting news, yesterday we went for a photography expedition. Wanted to go into the Hutan Rimba but hell, the place was dark as shit mate. So we're just sitting down and lepaking there when something prompted me to look into the sky and bloody fucking hell. Stars were everywhhere. Scattered like some glittery dust thing shit. Fucking hell. Long exposed that shit and it wasn't that satisfactory to us so we went to another spot i.e. Jalan Templar KTM. Haha that fucking place finally served it's purpose. Beautiful. We even got Pleiades; yeah go wiki that shit. That was crazy sial. First it was lightning storm in Melaka, then it's a fucking clear starry sky in PJ. What's next?

One two buckle my shoe,
Three four shut the door,
Five six pick up a stick,
Seven eight beat you dead!

Monday, August 24, 2009

She smiled, I smiled, then we went our separate ways.

Yeah shit right? I mean, it happens all the fucking time, there's that chemistry between two fucken strangers, you'd love to go and chat but then some shit is always there to pry you away. Ahah, that's life ey. To Pavillion chic: It might be a bit late you hot mafucker but hell I'd love to treat you and do some pretty nasty stuff to you but if you did not realise it, I had a punjabi fucker hounding me so yeah. Oh and I didn't really know who that guy was beside you so too bad ey. Still thanks for that bloody sweet smile. XD

A-hem. Now that's done with.

What has been up after that cringy story? Hmmm, can't remember actually... Been up and down KL and recently Penang a lot, after Kat left Melaka, there's nobody left really too lepak. So I use every single excuse I can make up to get to KL. Sigh... I'm bored. When the fuck is Egypt coming to get me.

Anyways... If things go according to plan I might just get my hands on a fucking DSLR!!!

*Imagine hooligans, thousands of em, shouting and breaking stuff while nazguls screech in the sky*

That's how I feel.

Yes, excuse me for being over-enthusiastic. No, wait, what am I saying... Fuck off you cocksucker.

Shit, I can't even fucking write...

Oh at Penang, I ate till my stomach exppanded permanently. And I finally have a tummy. Mwahahahahahaha!!! Still, I know all of this are gonna fuck off as soon as I land in Egypt... Le sighums...

Fucking off. This serves as a reminder that I'm alive.

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Sleepless Nights 18 - Your life.

You wake up every fucking day to a king-sized bed alone. You keep on telling yourself that you did not develop the habit of sleeping on only one side of the bed because you are lonely. Of course not, you are perfectly fine, nothing is stopping you especially not some illogical thing called 'emotions'. Silently you touch the clean side of the bed, the one you did not sleep on and you smoothed the already straightened covers. Then you act as if there was actually someone there, you caress the imaginary grown up lovingly then stopped. What if someone sees you? You are in your prime and your image will be shattered. So you jump out of bed and walk a tad bit fast towards the bathroom.

As you brush your teeth with mint toothpaste, your eyes lingering on a cup filled with a toothbrush, a tube of cinnamon toothpaste and a hairbrush. All of them never once used; one look at it and any sane person would guess that it had just been taken out from their casing. You imagined that a person one day would finally be able to use them. You see the person walking in and giving you a kiss on the cheek before using all that is in the cup. The images then disappear, the toothbrush, cinnamon toothpaste and hairbrush lie untouched as it had been for ages. You spat into the sink, gargled and undressed. You hung your towel next to another one; unused.

After your bath, you walk back into your room and opened the cabinet filled with your clothes. There are two of these actually, the other one is empty, it had never ever tasted clothes, never had the feeling of a hanger clinging onto its steel bar and its drawers had never been filled with anything. It is in truth a sad cabinet, always consumed by jealousy by it's neighbour, the one you open every single day, the one which always have hangers cling to the steel bars, the one which you spend each day wondering which underwear to put on when you pull the drawers open. It always pondered why it had been placed there. It served no function. Non whatsoever.

You walk into the kitchen and see the person, your special someone eating biscuits; once in a while dipping it into a mug of hot coffee. Your mug is also filled with steaming coffee, only that the biscuits are of a different kind, you can never enjoy the other type of biscuit. Whenever you eat it, it crumbles into a billion tiny pieces and it feels like eating flour. Once again the images shatter and everything is gone, there is no steaming mugs of coffee, no biscuits that turns into a billion tiny pieces when you eat them, nothing. There is only you, and you need to get to work. Before leaving the house, you sigh. Suddenly your face brighten up when you feel a peck on your cheek. You turn around to see only a fly buzzing away, somewhat in a mocking manner. Just a fucking fly. Just a motherfucking good for nothing musca domestica.

You go to work and you get so consumed with the affairs of other people you don't fucking know that you forget everything about the outside world. Or to be more accurate, anything that doesn't get involved in your line of work gets ignored immediately. You are extremely committed. At times you hate it.

When everybody else start to pack their bags and wait in front of the elevator to go back to whatever was on their minds, you stayed back. You take your time finalizing deals and recalculating accounts. Many of your associates would come to your office and ask you to join his group for a drink at a nearby diner. Each time you would reject on the basis of having a shitload of work to do. In fact, you only have to sign your name and everything that week would be done. Sometimes you really want to go. Sometimes you'd love to just drop everything and run after them, patting their backs or tell really good jokes that you know will leave them roaring on the floor but in the end, you force yourself to suppress the urges. Sometimes you even tell them there's somebody special waiting for you at home.

When everybody is finally gone, you pack your bags, turn off the lights and walk slowly, enjoying the atmosphere in the office. Peaceful and serene, it contradicts the hustle and bustle during the day. It is like jumping out of a warzone and landing in a fairytale book. As you make for the exit, you would look at the janitor cleaning the area. If he or she seem to be doing the work with a certain level of enthusiasm, you will give him or her a sum of money. Nothing much, just to show your appreciation. As you walk to your car, you imagine a car behind you honking. It turns out to be your special someone coming to pick you up from work all the way from the other side of town. Turning down offers from everybody, your special someone had driven all the way just to meet you and maybe have a romantic dinner if both of you aren't too tired. Of course you would say you aren't tired, in the end, both of you will go to a romantic dinner somewhere fancy. Finally, a car in the real world will blare it's honk and you get ripped away from the dream world. Cursing, you make your way to your car, unlock the doors and drive home fast.

Entering your house, again your imagination tells you that your special someone is in there cooking something spicy. Your favourite, of course, that goes without saying. However, your million dollar home is empty, dark and the only thing that might be in there are some supernatural being that you keep on telling yourself doesn't exist. You turn on the lights, cook dinner and watched a movie or two. Alone. All alone. You will change into your pajamas and close the lights and slip under the comforter at one side of the king size bed.

Until one day, one fine day where everything goes wrong. You are at your worst, the water heater broke down spraying you with icy water, your clothes are torn, you can't find a match for your socks...

You wake up in the middle of the night, depressed and weak and all you need is just someone to hold you and tell you everything will be alright but nobody is there. You scream profanities, you trash your room, you tear off locks of your hair and finally, you crumple up and break down, crying your heart out telling yourself that this is not fair. You deserve a special person to attend to your needs andto whisper to you words of love. To use the toothbrush, cinammon toothpaste and hairbrush in the bathroom, to fill the deprived and jealous cabinet with clothes and underwear, to just use the fucking towel that everybody thinks it is a spare one. Just to do those things.

The next day, you wake up and the same cycle repeats itself.

You embrace the loneliness and consume it knowing very well it is too powerful for you to handle.

You are an over imaginative fuck whose associate think of as a recluse.

This is your life.

A/N: Please la give fucking good feedback. I'm tired. To those out there, cringe. This is your fucking life.

Saturday, August 8, 2009

Sleepless Nights 17 - Addiction.

The flames bring out your true colours,
The pungent scent
intoxicating and hazy,
Clouds my eyes and confuses me.

Too poison for me yet
your kisses are irresistible,
Your cylindrical lips,
Oh so perfect.

You flow into me,
Skimming the ocean of saliva,
Gliding into the abyss,
Deeper and deeper.

The acidity,
The heat,
The nausea,
It all adds up to my love for you.

You tear me up,
Inside out,
That is your way,
A definition of your love.

They say you kill me,
Nay, none understand that you don't mean to,
You want to love but
your love makes me suicidal.

As you start to burn,
I flick you away,
Into a dirty drain or side walk,
Give you a new flame to feed upon...

And renew our love.


A/N: Feedback, fuckers.

Thursday, August 6, 2009

Who's hungry?

I'm in heaven.

You see, this heaven is different, there's no rivers of honey etc etc.

This heaven has awesome stalls in the most dirty, dodgy, a-serial-killer-is-gonna-jump-out-and-rip-me-to-shreds area.

This heaven goes by one name.

Penang.

I'm home bitches.

Anyways, for the past day, I have been piling up the calories like a fucking starved beggar in Ethiopia. I mean 7 meals per day is awesome to the point of nausea. And if the food is at home, well, lets just say there'll be refilling of the plate. *sobs* And they say heaven does not exist on earth.

Went to Batu Feringghi but the rain kinda halted the progress. Not that I have anything against the rain, heck, when you've been in Egypt where rain is non-existent, you really start to appreciate this stuff. I stood in the rain and enjoyed as each drop pelted against my skin. Fufufu, poetry much.

Nasi kandar behind Choresta Market was closed, bhaenchod. That actually pissed me off you know, I've been eating there all my life and when I come back from Egypt, the fucker was closed. The fuck? THE FUCK? So had to eat at some other random place. It was okay, not awesome, but it had to suffice.

Things left to do:

  1. Nasi Dalca Pak Din
  2. Rojak Ah Chai.
  3. Nasi Kandar Choresta Market.
  4. Buy awesome clothes at Batu Feringghi.
  5. Sam's Batik
  6. Devour more food related stuff.
  7. Smoke more cigarettes XD
You know, a few days ago before coming to Penang, me and my sister took Babe out to go to the beach. It was what, seven in the morning? I was my grumpy-don't-fuck-with-me-mood until I opened the window and... nothing. I heard nothing except for the wind blowing and the ocassional motorbike whizzing by. Other than that, there was... silence. It was fucked up cause I have been running around, being busy with life or so to say that I haven't even stopped to breathe in the morning air and just chill. I forgot how calming mornings can be. And it was fucked up. Pathetic, really. After that, I just ripped off my earphones and blanked out my mind. I enjoyed the morning. And got fucking wet after that bathing with my dog in the beach. Tsk. That's the true life.

Sunday, August 2, 2009

Le Gardenie

Yes, I love Ben's comics.

So anyway, M'sia has been fine though is it just me or has the Rempits diminished in number? I mean usually if one passes by Dataran Pahlawan, there'll be this mass of Malays on bikes, prolly planning on how to kill themselves in a much more exciting place. I've passed through that place a lot and I have not seen them? Reformation? Hmmm...

Went to Jonker's yesterday and fuck, I hate that place. One because there isn't anything that really attracts me and two, it's a street. It has two ends therefore meeting friennds is pretty tough when you're in my shoes.

Chiko: Where are you la?
Me: I'm at Jonker.
Chiko: Yes, I know, but which end?
Me: ... Uh...

Yes, we all can see where that leads to. I got lost A LOT yesterday and I hated myself for not having any sense of direction.

Anyways, they finally found me and my God, I missed those Indons so much. Kevin, Patrick, Chiko, Jojo. My god, these are the people that made High School fun and bearable. We joked around bout how me, Kevin, Patrick and Paco used to be the shortest in the whole school. But now, fucking hell, how did we grow to be one of the tallest? Hmmm...

Went for drinks and then Sukh messaged 'Am lost..'

Pukimak fella, I knew that was gonna happen. So 2 hours later finally we got together (The author conveniently skipped the stressful parts.) and I saw him with his Mom and uh... friend. I forgot her name... Annyways, went to Geographers to chill and see these bloody drunk old fuckers dancing to Footloose. And some DUDE singing Dancing Queen. Badly.

Lepaked there for quite awhile, when the apostate decided to go to Mamak. Wtf dude, I know places but I don't know directions. Then basically we spent more time getting lost but got to the place la.

Yadda yadda yadda, they went home, I went home, Chiko went back to KL.

Moral of the story: Do not take me with you to places where I don't know.

Wrong.

Moral of the story: Take me everywhere but when getting there, pretend I'm not with you. I serve no purpose.