the absolutely new life
(Tuesday, August 29, 2006)
see, new layout.
less ordinary?
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i woke up today and i never felt healthier in whole fucking month. primilary because i've only had 1 corn, 3 small servings of malay cakes, and a small portion of dinner that does not include a clinical amount of meat.
my office connection is finally back and i'm back to my usual blogging ways. home connection is due end of this month (august) cause the phone line is up. so all that jack shit about me no connection at home ranting is expired.
the images in the site was down for no reason. truly not because some muthafucker hacked into my account. andrew called and told me it was hacked and the first thing that went to my mind was "who the fuck in the world wants to discredit themselves by hacking my blog?", truth to be told, the host for my images apparently fucked something up and after couple of emails, it's back on again.
it's all good now, i can fucking assure that.
i fucking told ya'
(Tuesday, August 01, 2006)
i think i have recently been violated morally. it was actually last weekend when i met up with this pompous bloke that thinks he's superior and it comes in handy to insult everyone around him as well (mainly me, actually, come to think of it, only me).
it all started when i had a couple rounds of beer and i behaved sort of oddly. i assure you, anyone that knows me in person knows that i'm usually drunk, whether i had a few drinks of not, but it didn't cause he just met me. it's not really important whether the alcohol really permeated into my brain because ever since i started behaving really odd, he took the advantage to say i'm drunk with a few added on gestures that would make me turn green, stuck my hand into his foul defecate mouth to remove his bloody tongue if i'm hulk, how unfortune since i tried and could turn into anything. well, any sober or drunk would say that he's not drunk so denying it wouldn't compliment much of anything, as situation is something i would say like trying to hit the sky with a throw of stone.
as the process got a little swell, the only thing i very much said was 'the world needs an anti-hero!'. i'm so proud of myself, i didn't even know what it has to do with the moment and why i said what i said. probably because he's a cambridge law student and he knows the bible verses excellently and i know jack about everything and i graduated from redolant local university of the undead so i thought i could the kind of anti-hero at the particular moment. after giving it a few more thoughts, it's just another random thing that blurted out of my mouth. however, come to think of it, which one would you worship more, a heroic heart surgeon that's a drunk with a shady past (police thinks he murdered his neighbour for going too loud during with fucking anally) come player or a top scoring medical student that's presently a hospital caretaker. the former has a pleasently thick element of morbidness while the latter is just plain boring. looking at baked beans for an hour could not be worse than talking to him on the subject of colon hygiene.
hollywood terms, character like captain jack sparrow sells better than man-wearing-red-underwear-outside. the presence of notorious i-don't-give-no-fuck attitude could not help but capture attention of the majority. maybe it's a culture of this new millennium. the season where hopeless losers lock more fame than those vasely successful individuals with a kitchen up their ass. if bill gates drinks beers, owns a pornography magazine and charts himself on a WWE deathmatch with the rock wearing tight black leather, he would be deemed iconic.
back to my case where the drunk engineer with an arguably sense of logic versus the depressed yet pompous cambridge lawyer-to-be, who is more overwhelmingly vile? ohh...that seems cut-throat tough even with a cosmic character calculator. the fucking pompous moron geek was reciting qoutes and stories and whatnot from the bible and how i might need to use it against another man in time to come but i couldn't give any bollocks about it.
after a long what it seems to be an eternity of bragging about how fucking great he is with the world's best seller, i politely invited him to stretch our tête-à-tête on repertoire of the apocalyse and revelation on the bible. that butt-fucking son of a bitch ignored me and kept on singing his way through his previous gaudy talk. insisting i want to know about doomsday, he discreetly told me he doesn't know jack about it.
at that moment, i could hear the sound of the bell, 'DING, DING, DING', the end of the scoring session, the sole winner has been cast. an arm lifted high, swaying and hustling through the tiny molecules of air, and the is but of course my know-it-all-plus-bollocks counterpart.
oh come fucking on, he's got the credit for being badass. how bad else can he get by attacking another drunk decent man verbally and preaching on a subject he brags to be substantially reliable on but on the other hand has no idea about just to gather attention. he the MAN, with balls size of a t-fucking-rex.
