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I don't have anything against earth hour. I mean the one who thought it up is quite a considerate bastard. But really, if you were to off the master switch in your house & sit on the sofa for an hour in the dark, would that make you a savior? How bout the other 364 days when you light up a cigarette every hour & contribute to air pollution? My mistake. The aforementioned person may even be smoking right now in the dark as we speak. To get through the hour. Smart ass. My opinion is that if they wanna make such a thing, they might as well have strict rules to go with it. How bout they make it compulsory? & whoever breaks it is considered to break the law. Jail time? We're on fire! We shall make it a whole day event. Like Vesak day or labor day. We'll turn it into a public holiday then. But no one is allowed outside. Indoors all the way. No cars running outside, peace & energy saving. The world runs on fossil fuel. It's dumb. There'll be a problem thoug...

I don't know why some people like to make a big fuss over small things. I like to take a day off a week. It makes my working week shorter. My colleagues though seem to think it's best to leave the leaves now & clear them off at the end of the year. Who's got time for that sort of thing? It's too orthodox. I know for sure that the regular workers would do that. Which is why we shouldn't do it too. Imagine coming to work when your supervisor isn't around for a whole month. I get happy already when he isn't around for a day. That is one of the reason. The other is I'm too lazy. I did not get the posting I wanted. They gave me a stupid office boy vocation which only weaklings do. That puts me in the same bracket as them doesn't it? Dang. But to hell with that. Since the new year, I've only completed a whole 5 day week of perfect attendance twice. For the other 10 weeks, it's either leave or mc. Sometimes, you just don't have a choice. Whe...

I feel that not many understand me. It's either because they're brainless fucks or I simply don't give them a chance to. Either way, it's fine. Because, at the end of the day, I still am happy. Whhatt? Setbacks are all part & parcel of life. I'm pretty much use to then. Yeah. I'm practically immune to them. They can never be significant enough to bring me down. I'm too resolute. Speaking of resolute, I kinda gave up actually. On writing a post in malay language. Is it tough or what? Shit! I'm turning into a typical malay! I never thought it'll be this hard. That's the product of not writing Malay essays in 6 years. Damn. But why in the world would I do that, you may ask? You don't have to ask you know. Naturally, i would explain all my actions without being questioned. I'm a good source for an interview. That much you cannot doubt. Well anyways, I had a debate with my good buddy. It's not much of a debate actually. Because I didn...

I know you're disappointed but hey, I'm as disappointed as you are. For not being as disappointed as I am. The game of Love is like a game of chess. You make a wrong move & it's over. Patience is the key. I speak like an expert. It's probably because I am. I've been through too many failures to not be labeled a pro in love. I am what you would call a veteran. Bags of experience. From making the same mistakes over & over & over again. That's just a clever word to disguise how stupid you are & make yourself sound great in the process. It's like killing two zombies with one barrel shotgun shot. It's not easy making the wrong move all the time. It takes special talent & careful contemplating. It's a little gift I got since I turned 17. Not sure how it came but yea there's nothing I can do about it. Who in their right mind would make such a decision as this? This girl has a boyfriend. I confessed I like her after managing to bef...

Someone once told me, to smile always for it is the key to the gate of success. I listened to him. I smiled everyday. I smiled even when the chips were down or when my parade was rained on. One day, I came to realize. What the hell was I smiling for? If a car was speeding & heading towards my direction, should I still smile? Will that particular smile save me? Unless you tell me I have a bionic smile. It would produce radioactive waves that could crush the car. If not, I'd be flapjacks. Remains to be seen though whether I'd still be wearing a smile in my grave. So then, who put the padlock on the gate? I have two free passes to night safari for this Friday yet it's gonna go to waste. My buddy has someone to go with. I don't. Well what's new? Same old story. Just a new chapter to add on. In addition, I also won 2 tickets to a movie I haven't heard of. Again, I won't be using them. Which reminds me. I gotta ask myself this question. Why the heck did I eve...

The moment was upon us. All I had to do was ask. & I did everything but that. *shaves head with a chisel* The problem with me is that I'm not good with crowds. I think my fondest memory of dealing with a crowd is when I shouted my 'technical difficulties' line back when I was working at uss. I'm okay with shouting at a crowd of strangers. Because I leave an everlasting effect that's probably long enough to beat a prostitute's one night stay in the hotel with you. Impression counts no matter what you say. The impression I leave is what you would call insignificant. Therefore, there'll never be a problem. A friend's impression of you though stays for quite sometime. Actually, the period depends on whether that person is really your friend. You know what they say, 'keep your enemies close but your friends closer.' Anyways, it doesn't really applies to me because nobody would be patient enough to wanna hang around for second. So I don't r...

I don't care actually if you think I'm not good enough. What matters is I'm happy. If I'm unhappy, there's only gonna be one outcome. We'll be going outside. & no, it's not gonna be for ice cream. I'll let your teeth feel some knuckle cracking action. I'll cover it up by saying, "He headbutted my fist with his mouth. I am the victim of a mouthbutting." Yes. I can't be held responsible for that. You will. My poor fist. For some reason, I still enjoy writing songs. I'm not good at it. I probably never will be. I am as good at English and poetry as a hobo is at planning his household groceries for the month. It's sad but that is life. Nothing goes the way you want it to. But as I said, I won't bother about what people say. I will continue composing as long as there is life in me. If somehow one day, someone loves my songs & decides to sing it, I will humbly accept my royalty payments. Not that it matters. I prefer my ...