Archive for July, 2005

Blog it

Jul 26, 2005 in Web-logger

They told you if you faced a problem in your real life
Don't want your mum to know don't want your dad innit
The fire's in your blood and you're dying to let it burn
So blog it, just blog it.

You better crap you better blog what you can
Blog anything can, talking cock also can
You wanna be femes use your blog to show you're clever
So blog it, but you want to be bad

Just blog it, blog it, blog it
Everyone wants to read it
Just show us how lame your stupid blog is
It doesn't matter you're wrong or right
Just blog it, blog it
Just blog it, blog it
Just blog it, blog it
Just blog it, blog it

They're out to get you, those stupid wanking comment trolls
Don't wanna be a boy, you wanna be a man
Don't give a fucking damn they're just jeles of you, man
So blog it, just blog it

You have to show them that you're really not scared
You're blogging your damn life, this ain't no truth or dare
They'll cuss you, then they diss you,
Then they'll tell you it's fair
So blog it, but you wanna be bad

Just blog it, blog it, blog it
No one wants to be deleted
Showin' how funky and strong is your fight
It doesn't matter you're wrong or right

(CONTINUE SINGING lah you know which song to sing this to… wahahahahha I'm damn lame super the lame… sorry ok hahahaha stupid stupid lame… OMG I think I just lost it… OK BACK TO WORK. MUAKS… )

Someone help me here

Jul 26, 2005 in Gender-bender

If you're a doctor or a pharmacist or anyone who knows how to do the calculations, please help me with this.

I've lost count of my period days. The last time I went to Kuantan, I was supposed to be having my period on the 28th of June. But then I wanted to swim and sunbath and wear minishorts, so leaking blood on beach holidays was out of the question.

So I took suppressants. I was on it two times a day, from the 26th till the 30th. Thereafter I think the period only arrived on the 2nd of July.

My question is: when will this month's period come. Do I calculate based on the first day of the last period, or still from the 28th of June. I'm going to Bukit Merah on the 6th, and I really want to swim still… but I don't want to be bleeding and staining the waters with my blood yeah. So what do I do here ?

Thanks.

Mondays are like college bad days.

Jul 25, 2005 in Curse-spouter

Sometimes, you end a great weekend and you arrive on Monday. And then for some reason it feels eerily like a very, very bad college experience. Like how you walk into your first varsity lecture and find out that the ugly pig-like professor seems to like picking on you, all the time, and you realize the only way to get around in the class is to suck up to the person you don't like just to get great grades.

Mondays feel like college because you know you have to be there because its your ticket to the rest of your life. Monday's the start of the week, and its the ticket to the rest of your tuesdays, wednesdays and then the other days.

Its not that my college days were bad, they were cool, (plus that PTPTN college loan helped me scrap by). But for some reason college wasn't cool because you weren't allowed to be independent and yet people expected you to be independent.

They're confusing like that, and Monday's are confusing, as much as getting a college education is confusing, especially if you're getting yours from one of those local-made-in-Malaysia stuff.

I don't like Mondays. I think it's a pre-programmed thought that makes me want to label Mondays as horrible days.

It's not nearly the fact that on Mondays I have to wake up early. See, on Saturdays I wake up early too cos I need to get to the gym on time before the jam hits the roads. On Sundays I wake up the earliest cos Sunday service starts at 7.30 a.m. and Eric always wants breakfast before then. Also if I don't reach the church by 7.15 the parking lots get filled up and it becomes a bit dodgy to leave his nice nice car out on the main roads.

So I actually wake up later on Mondays-Fridays… sleep isn't nearly that much of a problem.

I know I don't really hate Mondays because of the work either. I like work. I'm your Class-A workaholic and I live and breathe the job, day in, day out. Its a bit like how i was in my varsity / college years where I live and breathe my life in school, wanting to run and not being able to run because I knew I had to do it or else I wouldn't get a good job. And so Mondays are like that, walking into the office and realizing that, I can't run away from the job really, even this blog is a reverse mirror image of the job, only on a more ranting and fuck-em-all-the-bastards level. But really, I don't hate Mondays because I need to go back to work on Mondays.

I just hate Mondays because they're made to be hated and so I will hate them. I am brainless like that, so?

It's nice to be moronic from time to time. BeingPretending to be clever all the time can be very tiring you know.

OK I've got a reason. I particularly hate today, Monday today, because today I came online, knowing that I have something to blog, and I see the blank space, here, and I HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA WHAT I WANTED TO BLOG ALREADY. My braincells just decided to stop functioning I suppose, or I'm suffering from early Alzheimer's and I have no fucking idea what it was that I was supposed to talk about.

This sucks.

This always happens to me at work you see, I planned to do something and then I forget, and then I get super uber frustrated. But it has never happened to me with the blog. KNNCB….

I am pissed pissed pissed and because I can't recall the gem of a blogging topic I was supposed to talk about, you have to do with this crap. OK. Thank you for your time.

It's back to working fun for me. Maybe I'll surf around to see where they offer online college education courses. Maybe going back to school might make my life a little less… stressful. Whee!

Oh btw, if you guys keep seeing strikeouts all over my blog, dump IE and form a loving relationship with Firefox please. IE sux to the max and it eats up space etc etc. Just use Firefox because I have no time to configure the CSS plus I don't know what to do with it. But if you wanna offer technical help, ok thank you. Please write me at gmail. Love and toodles.

But if you must know

Jul 24, 2005 in Curse-spouter

I've been blogging since 2002, and I've been cursing since I learnt how to speak.

I suspect my first cuss word was, 'Die!'

It's a swear word because at that very moment that I utter it, I wish the person that I send my special message of honour to to do exactly that, 'die' in one way or another.

Oh I pick up a lot of words along the way, I'm 25 now, growing older, more cynical as BunnyWunny did say about me before, but still me all the same. But I needed you to know this, if I don't swear, it's not because I don't know how to swear, it's because I don't feel like swearing. If I swear, it's not because I love swearing, it's because I'm so tense the most harmless way to 'let-it-go', so to speak, is to just say, 'F* F* F*' several times, as foul as I can manage. If I do manage to get creative along the way, well, hello, I just found out a few new things about me I never did know before.

So that shouldn't, you know, label me as indecent or something, eh if you're so kiam-siap or you just feel that you don't want to donate anything, just keep your mouth sealed or watch The Sound of Music on DVD lah, don't go and say something as incoherent as 'I'm not going to part with my money for something that THAT BUNCH of they-think-they're-so-femes bloggers are doing because minishorts keeps says F* , Kenny takes indecent photos and Suanie turns herself into a jokester, all the time.'

I don't like to pretend to be sugar, spice and everything nice you know. It's overdone, oversaid, but I like being raw here, you know, saying things that I can't say outloud in public, or scolding people the way I want to scold people, the way I can't say outloud in public. You may say that this blog is public hence I should still learn to watch my words, keep a livejournal, keeps a diary-x or anything that's to that end. But the point is this: this blog has always been, since 2002, an outlet for me to relieve stress and nothing is going to change that. Not even the fact that I'm now more famous than before and hence I should learn how to be more responsible for my posts etc.

I'd rather think I'm better off bitching about other people and the idiots who diss me off in real life, than hexing people with curses and spells or kicking a public dustbin bust out there on the street.

Minus all that, as a PPS Blogger, I'll be doing the usual thing I always do of reading good stuff and linking them. About time we all get recognized for the things we think of, and hey, I like to hoax myself as a justice crusader every once in a while, you know, it seems to make me more popular anyway. :wink:

The truth is, I figured out that if people got to know more about all of us, then maybe they'll take us seriously as a community that makes coherent sense most of the time. I'm a very very bad representative of what the Malaysian blogosphere is mostly about. So time to get your eyes working, your brains working and blog about your life in the most 'you' way you can think of.

Ranting and cussing aloud allowed, of course.

At the weekend

Jul 22, 2005 in Web-logger

Don't mind me but at the weekend as usual, I'm not usually free to log on to the Net and crap. And besides I'm less sexually frustrated dissed off at work to be so bitchy and feel like blogging to release tension… so I bid you off first.

There is something I wrote at the Bloggers Are Morons site. I want you to go there and read it. Here's an excerpt, just in case.

I think we would have experienced this at least once in our lifetime.
You know. The one where you’re having a meal at the roadside mamak, and a guy comes up to you with a book, saying that he’s from some charity, asking you to contribute to ease the lives of the least fortunate.
And you feel annoyed. In your mind you think, ‘I’m trying to eat something here. I’m just about to dig into this plate of maggi mee goreng, and this bugger just won’t go off.’

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Try to remember this: I'm not asking you to part with your money.

It's the weekend. Somewhere along the way an intelligent person, well, more intelligent than me, so she says, said that philanthropy is best kept to oneself. Now I agree with that. No one needs to know when you're contributing some cash, or kind, or a good thought towards someone else, in society.

So this is what I'm telling you. Seriously, you don't have to care about the Hospice-At-Home programme. I'm thinking, not everyone wants to part with money, and of course, its also quite 'ma-fan' to donate to the blogathon cause, what with all the hassle.

Well it's ok. If you wish us well, it counts. You don't have to love me to support me you know. If you hate me it's still ok to support me. The point is, if you just, sign up and pledge, you should want to do it for yourself.

If you think you can't contribute in cash, well fret not. Like look around? I don't know. Recycle, reuse… give a smile to the stranger you've just met, pick up a stray kitten on the road, help the blind man cross the road.

But if you can contribute, in cash if you don't mind, well, why must you keep all that money to yourself yeah? USD 10 is only about RM37 only nowadays. It isn't much, but it can make helluva difference.

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