What is public policy?
"an unruly horse and when you get astride it you never know where it will carry you".
---Oh. Begitu.
Datuk Ong Kee Hui v Sinyium Anak Mutit [nama apakah ini?]
"Parliament intends to provide them with a decent subsistence to enable them to carry their duties free from any temptation of abusing their political powers and influence in order to acquire wealth... [sambungan] Malaysia based its system of representative government upon freedom of choice"
---Oh. Begitu.
Hamzah bin Musa v Fatimah Zaharah binti Mohamed Jalal
"the defendant was a man from Kelantan who married nine times and had divorced his wives nine times" [saya ulangi, 9 kali. ulang suara, 9 kali]
---Oh. Begitu.
[Yesteday, during Legal Methods lecture]
Mr. Cute Lecturer; We all know that 1 + 1 equals 1, but it can also equal "a", or "b". [saya ulangi. 1 + 1 = 1.]
---Oh. Begitu.
Kehidupan seorang pelajar undang2. You gotta love it.
[Allah bless my soul and show me guidance]
*takut gile exam Contract [bodoh] esok pagi...
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Tomyam Mihun
I'm back to that place that makes me cry like a little girl. [literally]
I was just, flipping through my [extra boring & useless] Contracts text book when something caught my eye. It was that book, that pathetic, disgusting, cute, sweet, serene book.
It was one of my fondest memories. I knew she cared for me, and the thing is, I didn't really mind, I cared for her too.
I'll ask you a simple question; "What's the worst part of being a bitch?"
Answer; losing friends.
God I wish I could take back some words, and hid my anger, and acted more rational, and stayed calm, and thought first, and lowered my ego, and kept quiet, and controlled myself...
But most of all, I wish I'm more forgiving.
It was stupid. I was stupid, you were stupid.
It wasn't because of the assignments, or those other crap I said. I kept it in for too long. And you were the trigger.
I apologise, I forgive, I... haven't forgotten, which basically means, forgiveness? .
Hmmm. Maybe its just not meant to be.
---It's this stupid effed up mentality that makes people stay away from me. Or do I stay away from them? Whatev. Eff it, I'm gorgeous, marvelous. Forgiveness is so overrated. Just like that Danny Gokey idiot.
I hate being here. But I hate being there. I'm screwed...
---Maybe I am too depressed? Nope, its probably self-pity... Issues man... Goddammit I got issues.
Fcuk my blog is soooo depressing. Tomorrow imma write bout erk, birds and boobs and football.
Yesterday, I ate pizza, I think it was Super Supreme or something... I hate meat, you know, chicken meat, lembu meat etc. [soooo unfashionable]. But growing up with three [manly] brothers, meat kinda comes with the package. Every time we order pizza [cause mummy's too busy to cook. love you mummy], Veggie Delight or Tuna Mayo is a big fat goddamn NO NO! So anyways I was eating my "very masculine and testosterone-enhancing pizza", disgusted by the amazingly large amount of oily peperoni, and POOOFtadaa!, I saw a small slice of pineapple. Boy was I excited, "fashionable food!" my heart screamed out loud. And then....
It dropped on the carpet...
I, literally, went all "TIDAAAAAAKKKKKKKKKKKKK!"! [serious, tak caye tanye ijaz...]
They [mak, along, kechik] asked "nape???".
I said "pineapple jatuh!"
Along and Kechik laughed at my dramatic-ness.
Mak said; "alamak habis lah carpet".
Sigh. Kasih sayang seorang ibu tidak terhingga. I agree.
[Contract law sucks badly]
p/s:
I, man.
I was just, flipping through my [extra boring & useless] Contracts text book when something caught my eye. It was that book, that pathetic, disgusting, cute, sweet, serene book.
It was one of my fondest memories. I knew she cared for me, and the thing is, I didn't really mind, I cared for her too.
I'll ask you a simple question; "What's the worst part of being a bitch?"
Answer; losing friends.
God I wish I could take back some words, and hid my anger, and acted more rational, and stayed calm, and thought first, and lowered my ego, and kept quiet, and controlled myself...
But most of all, I wish I'm more forgiving.
It was stupid. I was stupid, you were stupid.
It wasn't because of the assignments, or those other crap I said. I kept it in for too long. And you were the trigger.
I apologise, I forgive, I... haven't forgotten, which basically means, forgiveness? .
Hmmm. Maybe its just not meant to be.
---It's this stupid effed up mentality that makes people stay away from me. Or do I stay away from them? Whatev. Eff it, I'm gorgeous, marvelous. Forgiveness is so overrated. Just like that Danny Gokey idiot.
I hate being here. But I hate being there. I'm screwed...
---Maybe I am too depressed? Nope, its probably self-pity... Issues man... Goddammit I got issues.
Fcuk my blog is soooo depressing. Tomorrow imma write bout erk, birds and boobs and football.
Yesterday, I ate pizza, I think it was Super Supreme or something... I hate meat, you know, chicken meat, lembu meat etc. [soooo unfashionable]. But growing up with three [manly] brothers, meat kinda comes with the package. Every time we order pizza [cause mummy's too busy to cook. love you mummy], Veggie Delight or Tuna Mayo is a big fat goddamn NO NO! So anyways I was eating my "very masculine and testosterone-enhancing pizza", disgusted by the amazingly large amount of oily peperoni, and POOOFtadaa!, I saw a small slice of pineapple. Boy was I excited, "fashionable food!" my heart screamed out loud. And then....
It dropped on the carpet...
I, literally, went all "TIDAAAAAAKKKKKKKKKKKKK!"! [serious, tak caye tanye ijaz...]
They [mak, along, kechik] asked "nape???".
I said "pineapple jatuh!"
Along and Kechik laughed at my dramatic-ness.
Mak said; "alamak habis lah carpet".
Sigh. Kasih sayang seorang ibu tidak terhingga. I agree.
[Contract law sucks badly]
p/s:
I, man.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Kari Ayam
I feel happy, no, giddy. I had a good week. I mean, for the first time in my life, I actually lived. 19 years [I repeat, 19, not 20] of being alive, and I didn't even realise how dead I was.
First impressions can be deceiving;
I've never been to the South of Malaysia. I've been to the States, Australia, Europe, Mecca, Singapore... But never above Selangor.
My trip to Ipoh, was surprisingly pleasant. Truth be told, when planning for this road trip, I wasn't, intrigued by Ipoh. I thought to myself, what's in Ipoh? It can't be any better than Seremban or Melaka...
But Ipoh...
was a breath of fresh air. Kinda like that feeling you get when you've just been "punished" [assaulted/sexually harrassed] by your [disgusting-low-paycheck-ed] school teacher, and then you see a kid scratching his/her car using "duit syilling 50 sen"... (no Cikgu Muda, that wasn't me screw you bitch)
It wasn't just the place... It was the people I met. For 3 days of my life, I experienced something I never dreamed of... I witnessed love in a family;
Never have I seen two sisters so close to each other, you actually feel like gasping whenever they embraced. And never have I seen a relationship between child and mother that was so peaceful, it was painfully shocking. Or even how grandchild and grandmother would talk to each other... Just talk...
But it was those phone calls between father and mother that disturbed me.
How happy he made her feel, and how happy they were to see her happy.
I didn't know they existed. God I'm confused.
But I had MY family too... -thanks,youguysforthebestweekofmylife,iloveallofyou,morethanbradlovesangelina,ambekkau-
---God I hate [m'sian] schools you wouldn't even believe it. As I packed for Ipoh, IHJ, my ONLY younger brother, packed for, -ok wait-, deep breaths, the [fuckingly stupid] "Kem Gerak Tenaga Kadet Tentera". The name. The name! The FUCKING name of the "kem" itself pisses the crap out of me. FAR OUT MAN! Are you effing serious? WTF is "gerak tenaga"? Like, "the move energy army cadet camp". Effing makes no sense!
he told me; Alang, sarjan [some retarded form 5 "senior" bastard] kate makanan kat kem tu tak sedap, macam mihun goreng tapi tak rase ape2...
I answered; Adik... Memangla tak sedap. Kau tau tak ko gi mane ni? Kau tak pernah pegi kem skolah ke? [after seeing him shaking his head, I continued] Macam torture tau g kem2 bangang ni. Dulu Alang slalu suruh mak taipkan surat cakap Alang demam. mesti kau kene mandi dalam air sungai busuk. Makan makanan pendatang asing ngn tidur dalam kemah sial. Jom gi Giant [di Seremban terdapat Giant] beli biskut roti ngan sardin.
. . .
[While at Giant] I said; Adik, kalau sarjan bodoh tu suh adik buat bende yang adik tak nak buat, kite boleh saman die, sebab tak dapat "consent" daripade adik. Samelah macam konsep rogol. Die dah "coerce" adik, kite boleh saman. Paling senang, kite cakap je die "touched you in places he is not warranted to touch". Hah, die akan dilabel paedophile. Senang je dik...
I got back from Ipoh.
He asked me how my trip was.
I told him how much fun it was.
Then I asked him how his "kem" went.
He ate "mihun goreng tapi tak rasa ape2".
He showered in icky digusting "air sungai".
He slept in a "kemah sial".
Its always like this. While I'm eating at Zen in Melaka, he's eating crappy "gerai" food. While I'm out watching a movie with my friends, he's watching t.v at home, alone. While I'm on a roadtrip with my friends, he's in a fucking "kem".
babi sekolah2 m'sia.
Thanks; Adiba, Farida, Lee, Hana [and Hana's mum and Hawa], Adha [and Adha's dad and "baby"] for Ipoh. And thank [without an "s"] Maryam and Diana for a stick [???] of Corn.
First impressions can be deceiving;
I've never been to the South of Malaysia. I've been to the States, Australia, Europe, Mecca, Singapore... But never above Selangor.
My trip to Ipoh, was surprisingly pleasant. Truth be told, when planning for this road trip, I wasn't, intrigued by Ipoh. I thought to myself, what's in Ipoh? It can't be any better than Seremban or Melaka...
But Ipoh...
was a breath of fresh air. Kinda like that feeling you get when you've just been "punished" [assaulted/sexually harrassed] by your [disgusting-low-paycheck-ed] school teacher, and then you see a kid scratching his/her car using "duit syilling 50 sen"... (no Cikgu Muda, that wasn't me screw you bitch)
It wasn't just the place... It was the people I met. For 3 days of my life, I experienced something I never dreamed of... I witnessed love in a family;
Never have I seen two sisters so close to each other, you actually feel like gasping whenever they embraced. And never have I seen a relationship between child and mother that was so peaceful, it was painfully shocking. Or even how grandchild and grandmother would talk to each other... Just talk...
But it was those phone calls between father and mother that disturbed me.
How happy he made her feel, and how happy they were to see her happy.
I didn't know they existed. God I'm confused.
But I had MY family too... -thanks,youguysforthebestweekofmylife,iloveallofyou,morethanbradlovesangelina,ambekkau-
---God I hate [m'sian] schools you wouldn't even believe it. As I packed for Ipoh, IHJ, my ONLY younger brother, packed for, -ok wait-, deep breaths, the [fuckingly stupid] "Kem Gerak Tenaga Kadet Tentera". The name. The name! The FUCKING name of the "kem" itself pisses the crap out of me. FAR OUT MAN! Are you effing serious? WTF is "gerak tenaga"? Like, "the move energy army cadet camp". Effing makes no sense!
he told me; Alang, sarjan [some retarded form 5 "senior" bastard] kate makanan kat kem tu tak sedap, macam mihun goreng tapi tak rase ape2...
I answered; Adik... Memangla tak sedap. Kau tau tak ko gi mane ni? Kau tak pernah pegi kem skolah ke? [after seeing him shaking his head, I continued] Macam torture tau g kem2 bangang ni. Dulu Alang slalu suruh mak taipkan surat cakap Alang demam. mesti kau kene mandi dalam air sungai busuk. Makan makanan pendatang asing ngn tidur dalam kemah sial. Jom gi Giant [di Seremban terdapat Giant] beli biskut roti ngan sardin.
. . .
[While at Giant] I said; Adik, kalau sarjan bodoh tu suh adik buat bende yang adik tak nak buat, kite boleh saman die, sebab tak dapat "consent" daripade adik. Samelah macam konsep rogol. Die dah "coerce" adik, kite boleh saman. Paling senang, kite cakap je die "touched you in places he is not warranted to touch". Hah, die akan dilabel paedophile. Senang je dik...
I got back from Ipoh.
He asked me how my trip was.
I told him how much fun it was.
Then I asked him how his "kem" went.
He ate "mihun goreng tapi tak rasa ape2".
He showered in icky digusting "air sungai".
He slept in a "kemah sial".
Its always like this. While I'm eating at Zen in Melaka, he's eating crappy "gerai" food. While I'm out watching a movie with my friends, he's watching t.v at home, alone. While I'm on a roadtrip with my friends, he's in a fucking "kem".
babi sekolah2 m'sia.
Thanks; Adiba, Farida, Lee, Hana [and Hana's mum and Hawa], Adha [and Adha's dad and "baby"] for Ipoh. And thank [without an "s"] Maryam and Diana for a stick [???] of Corn.
Monday, March 23, 2009
Kerabu Mangga Muda
I feel like writing in Malay. Sort of. [introducing; Bahasa Andaku]
Kini adalah cuti traimester. Dahsyat konsep cuti ini, kerana adalah bosan segala duduki di rumah. Sesungguhnya berada di Melaka indah adalah "JAUH" lebih gah dan seronok. [Hmmm. Tiada pernah menhargai jasa baik budi Melaka...] Nasib baik perkara cuti di MMU adalah pendek dan tiada panjang melarat seolah IPTA segala. Yakni, maka nasib baik ke IPTS, begitu.
** My brothers "geleng-kepale-ed" when they heard me, Mak Yam and Diana S[y]akila talk like this. They said "patotlah amek law, cakap laju gile..." ***Diana bukannye amek law pon die nak jadi askar!
Ok. This feels weird. [some people are just not meant to write in Malay. Just as some people are not meant to write in English. Hmmm. Begitu.]
As I was saying [sort of], I hate the holidays... I mean, I basically am broke [?], and I live in a ghost town, so even if I had money, there would be no where to go... Am counting the days...
I never knew how secured I am... I always thought everyone felt the way I did. I mean, sure I may wake up one day and think, "God I'm black...", but then, I realise I'm asian, so yeah, naturally, I should be coloured... My point is, I've always felt comfortable in my body. I feel this way, because, well, there ARE people who are poorer, uglier, dumber [met a lot of those] than me...
*note to self; must be more cautious when teasing others, because people CAN be insecure.
Sorry for calling you short. I didn't realise how bad it would make you feel.
Low low low low... [this is not a reference to that "boobs with the fur" song.]
I have low expectations. Never expected money from my parents. Never targeted for an A. Never expected people to remember. Never thought of being loved. Never thought of being capable of loving. Never this, and never that.
I'm always satisfied with what I get...
I did not know that was a good trait. I mean, I was always happy with what I got,
but now...
What if there's more??? Don't I deserve more??? Is this as good as it gets?
I'm confused. Deeply. I feel like I've been lying to myself for 20 years.
Happy is NOT just accepting, as I just learnt, its expecting too...
........even if it does make you insane.
Maybe I am ugly dumb and poor. I should expect for more...
"Anda adalah mati tanpa *, tetapi * adalah LEBIH mati tanpa anda..."
That got me thinking [I hate thinking...].
Do they WANT me? Or do they NEED me??? I goddamnlove them. But I can't help feeling used.
*note to self; being a doormat sucks, but it DOES have its perks...
Thank you Mak Yam, even if you did call me Ayam.
Enough of this. I wanna eat some cake and stare into the mirror.
Sorry for wasting your time reading this. I suck.
p/s: saya dapat B3 untuk Bahasa Melayu masa SPM lalala.
Kini adalah cuti traimester. Dahsyat konsep cuti ini, kerana adalah bosan segala duduki di rumah. Sesungguhnya berada di Melaka indah adalah "JAUH" lebih gah dan seronok. [Hmmm. Tiada pernah menhargai jasa baik budi Melaka...] Nasib baik perkara cuti di MMU adalah pendek dan tiada panjang melarat seolah IPTA segala. Yakni, maka nasib baik ke IPTS, begitu.
** My brothers "geleng-kepale-ed" when they heard me, Mak Yam and Diana S[y]akila talk like this. They said "patotlah amek law, cakap laju gile..." ***Diana bukannye amek law pon die nak jadi askar!
Ok. This feels weird. [some people are just not meant to write in Malay. Just as some people are not meant to write in English. Hmmm. Begitu.]
As I was saying [sort of], I hate the holidays... I mean, I basically am broke [?], and I live in a ghost town, so even if I had money, there would be no where to go... Am counting the days...
I never knew how secured I am... I always thought everyone felt the way I did. I mean, sure I may wake up one day and think, "God I'm black...", but then, I realise I'm asian, so yeah, naturally, I should be coloured... My point is, I've always felt comfortable in my body. I feel this way, because, well, there ARE people who are poorer, uglier, dumber [met a lot of those] than me...
*note to self; must be more cautious when teasing others, because people CAN be insecure.
Sorry for calling you short. I didn't realise how bad it would make you feel.
Low low low low... [this is not a reference to that "boobs with the fur" song.]
I have low expectations. Never expected money from my parents. Never targeted for an A. Never expected people to remember. Never thought of being loved. Never thought of being capable of loving. Never this, and never that.
I'm always satisfied with what I get...
I did not know that was a good trait. I mean, I was always happy with what I got,
but now...
What if there's more??? Don't I deserve more??? Is this as good as it gets?
I'm confused. Deeply. I feel like I've been lying to myself for 20 years.
Happy is NOT just accepting, as I just learnt, its expecting too...
........even if it does make you insane.
Maybe I am ugly dumb and poor. I should expect for more...
"Anda adalah mati tanpa *, tetapi * adalah LEBIH mati tanpa anda..."
That got me thinking [I hate thinking...].
Do they WANT me? Or do they NEED me??? I goddamnlove them. But I can't help feeling used.
*note to self; being a doormat sucks, but it DOES have its perks...
Thank you Mak Yam, even if you did call me Ayam.
Enough of this. I wanna eat some cake and stare into the mirror.
Sorry for wasting your time reading this. I suck.
p/s: saya dapat B3 untuk Bahasa Melayu masa SPM lalala.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Nasi Ayam Penyet
Don't you just wish that good things never end?
Two words; [1] jagung, [2] skema.
Thank you Ayam and Peminum Starbucks for making me feel 19.
I had the best weekend of my life...
Two words; [1] jagung, [2] skema.
Thank you Ayam and Peminum Starbucks for making me feel 19.
I had the best weekend of my life...
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Bubur Cha Cha
*Still on break from kutuk-ing myself.
--- To my shining star [literally],
I may hate you today, but I'll love you forever, and even after that....
I want to change. The "new Shad" I keep on telling people.
Can we really ever change?
Ok, must be less emo.
My "kindheartedcaringdoesnotliketobeatthecrapoutofme" housemate/classmate says;
I'm too depressed. that I keep myself locked up in some cocoon. that I have issues. that I, have issues. that I have, issues.
I'm unpleasant. To be with. To look at. To talk too. But I'm happy?
Shouldn't that count for something???
Shouldn't it????
I'm so messed up.
OOOOOOO, I almost forgot????!!!!!!!!
My, "kindheartedcaringdoesnotliketobeatthecrapoutofme" housemate/classmate ALSO said;
I keep everything "INSIDE" and, what was it again? Like, mmm, I act like everything's ok on the "OUTSIDE" but I'm way beyond repair in the inside.
In short. I'm fake. Wteff no. I am not fake! I "WAS" fake. Past tense. I'm me now. Seriously! Serious wei!
[maybe if I repeat it 10thousand times it'll come true.]
I can't change, cause that would defeat the whole purpose of being me. I want to be nice. er. but...
I am nice. I think. How effing nice.er can I effing be???
*** do not talk bad about others. [hard]
*** forgive and forget. ok, so maybe just forgive. or, just forget? [confused]
*** smile. and actually mean it. [way hard]
Irshad; you are not in high school anymore. Sure you have family issues. You think you're ugly. You think you're fat. People hate you. You hate people.
EVERYONE FEELS THE SAME!!! Stop complaining. Makes you look weak, pathetic and gay.
I'm not gay. Believe me. I tried. I wish I was. They're so much happier.
I want. To change. I don't want to be Shad. [simple solution, I'm Shad no longer, just call me Khairi. *tadaaaaa! Genius. ((call me Khairi, I'll kill you))]
---------
no
listen
u are human
its not wrong
i'd be hurt if it happened to me
----------
you are you. you havent changed. this is you
----------
u try so hard to please everyone
when u dont need or have to
----------
God I love you. Thanks, for making me feel more human, and less pathetic.
To another completely different person: I think I might just be n love with you. Sorry.
GodI'msuchadramaking.
--- To my shining star [literally],
I may hate you today, but I'll love you forever, and even after that....
I want to change. The "new Shad" I keep on telling people.
Can we really ever change?
Ok, must be less emo.
My "kindheartedcaringdoesnotliketobeatthecrapoutofme" housemate/classmate says;
I'm too depressed. that I keep myself locked up in some cocoon. that I have issues. that I, have issues. that I have, issues.
I'm unpleasant. To be with. To look at. To talk too. But I'm happy?
Shouldn't that count for something???
Shouldn't it????
I'm so messed up.
OOOOOOO, I almost forgot????!!!!!!!!
My, "kindheartedcaringdoesnotliketobeatthecrapoutofme" housemate/classmate ALSO said;
I keep everything "INSIDE" and, what was it again? Like, mmm, I act like everything's ok on the "OUTSIDE" but I'm way beyond repair in the inside.
In short. I'm fake. Wteff no. I am not fake! I "WAS" fake. Past tense. I'm me now. Seriously! Serious wei!
[maybe if I repeat it 10thousand times it'll come true.]
I can't change, cause that would defeat the whole purpose of being me. I want to be nice. er. but...
I am nice. I think. How effing nice.er can I effing be???
*** do not talk bad about others. [hard]
*** forgive and forget. ok, so maybe just forgive. or, just forget? [confused]
*** smile. and actually mean it. [way hard]
Irshad; you are not in high school anymore. Sure you have family issues. You think you're ugly. You think you're fat. People hate you. You hate people.
EVERYONE FEELS THE SAME!!! Stop complaining. Makes you look weak, pathetic and gay.
I'm not gay. Believe me. I tried. I wish I was. They're so much happier.
I want. To change. I don't want to be Shad. [simple solution, I'm Shad no longer, just call me Khairi. *tadaaaaa! Genius. ((call me Khairi, I'll kill you))]
---------
no
listen
u are human
its not wrong
i'd be hurt if it happened to me
----------
you are you. you havent changed. this is you
----------
u try so hard to please everyone
when u dont need or have to
----------
God I love you. Thanks, for making me feel more human, and less pathetic.
To another completely different person: I think I might just be n love with you. Sorry.
GodI'msuchadramaking.
Monday, March 16, 2009
Sambal Udang
I'm gonna take a break from kutuk-ing myself.
Random thoughts;
* Sometimes, its better to keep some things inside your head. I learnt that the hard way.
* God I don't hate you. Or you too. I actually miss both of you. Ok, maybe just one of you...
* I think I'm in love. But I can't be in love. Because I'm messed up, everyone knows it. Even you.
* I saw you today, and I miss you too....
* It does get tiring... You know.... Being mean.
* Amendment that should be made to the Federal Constitutional.
Article 5 (6)
Right to fuck;
(a) any man
(b) any woman
(c) any object
(d) any animal
not taking into consideration of the race, gender and age of the said fuckor, subject to clause (7), in any position, time or place that the fuckor, and at times, the fuckee, may wish.
Article 5 (7)
N**** shall not fuck or be fucked.
* Hmmmm. Deebs says I think dirty thoughts, I wonder why. I probably have "porn-brain".
* Wish I was gay... Life would be much easier...
*Irshad you still suck, screw you f you.
Random thoughts;
* Sometimes, its better to keep some things inside your head. I learnt that the hard way.
* God I don't hate you. Or you too. I actually miss both of you. Ok, maybe just one of you...
* I think I'm in love. But I can't be in love. Because I'm messed up, everyone knows it. Even you.
* I saw you today, and I miss you too....
* It does get tiring... You know.... Being mean.
* Amendment that should be made to the Federal Constitutional.
Article 5 (6)
Right to fuck;
(a) any man
(b) any woman
(c) any object
(d) any animal
not taking into consideration of the race, gender and age of the said fuckor, subject to clause (7), in any position, time or place that the fuckor, and at times, the fuckee, may wish.
Article 5 (7)
N**** shall not fuck or be fucked.
* Hmmmm. Deebs says I think dirty thoughts, I wonder why. I probably have "porn-brain".
* Wish I was gay... Life would be much easier...
*Irshad you still suck, screw you f you.
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Gulai Ayam Masak Lemak Cili Api
I was having a good day.
Sitting in the air-conditioned law-librabry, facebook-ing...
Then I had to pee, so I went to the disgusting toilet, and well, i peed.
I was about to wash my hands, and that's when my above average day turned fugly. I looked straight ahead,
and I saw HIM!
That whorish bitch! Standing there, looking confident with himself, not knowing just how fucking UGLY, no, URRRGLY he is!
Lets see... He has an effing LARGE forehead, bad skin, he's dark, tall, FULLSTOP.! And bitch please! You actually do realise we're living in Malaysia right? Then why the effing fuck are you wearing that hideous cardigan???
AND WAIT!!!
The last time I checked, cardigans are for GIRLS, gayfucktard!
OOO, what fucking happened? Cut your fucking penis while playing with your goddamn barbie dolls???? You GAY dick!
You're always surrounded by girls, cause no guy would ever wanna talk to you. You're like, as gay as they get!!! You fucking wear products, Body Shop for petes sake! I can literally feel my masculinity fading just effing talking about you!
You fucking wear lipstick!!!
YOU
ARE
A
GUY!!
You have a penis, no boobs, you fucking transgender!
I think its about time you fucking get back to reality, and go play soccer, dimwit.
You're GAY, SISSY, PONDAN, BAPOK, MAKNYAH...
Fuck off. Everyone hates you.
[FUN! Don't let me have all the fun, JOIN IN!!! Bash Irshad IKJ, talk crap about him too!!!!]
Sitting in the air-conditioned law-librabry, facebook-ing...
Then I had to pee, so I went to the disgusting toilet, and well, i peed.
I was about to wash my hands, and that's when my above average day turned fugly. I looked straight ahead,
and I saw HIM!
That whorish bitch! Standing there, looking confident with himself, not knowing just how fucking UGLY, no, URRRGLY he is!
Lets see... He has an effing LARGE forehead, bad skin, he's dark, tall, FULLSTOP.! And bitch please! You actually do realise we're living in Malaysia right? Then why the effing fuck are you wearing that hideous cardigan???
AND WAIT!!!
The last time I checked, cardigans are for GIRLS, gayfucktard!
OOO, what fucking happened? Cut your fucking penis while playing with your goddamn barbie dolls???? You GAY dick!
You're always surrounded by girls, cause no guy would ever wanna talk to you. You're like, as gay as they get!!! You fucking wear products, Body Shop for petes sake! I can literally feel my masculinity fading just effing talking about you!
You fucking wear lipstick!!!
YOU
ARE
A
GUY!!
You have a penis, no boobs, you fucking transgender!
I think its about time you fucking get back to reality, and go play soccer, dimwit.
You're GAY, SISSY, PONDAN, BAPOK, MAKNYAH...
Fuck off. Everyone hates you.
[FUN! Don't let me have all the fun, JOIN IN!!! Bash Irshad IKJ, talk crap about him too!!!!]
Sambal Petai
Today, in class, my lecturer was talking about human rights. I barely understood what he was talking about as I was too busy drooling over his hotness. Howev, he said one particular statement that managed to catch my attention.
"People always blog bad stuff about others, they never talk shit about themselves"
Ok, so he didn't say shit.
This is one very interesting statement. I used to blog, frequently. Then war happened. So I stopped. But as an ex-blogger, I've had my fair share of controversy. They said I kutuk-ed, I said I was being honest. They saw cats, I saw ring worms. Whatev, all in the pass. Anyways, my point is, people really DO blog crap about people they hate.
So I'm gonna defy expectations;
I'm gonna start bloging about the shitiness and effed-up-ness of yours truly, moi, saya, aku, daku...
Fun right? I know, I'm such a genius, so very gorgeous.
Reasons Why I Hate IKJ
No. 1:
IKJ is so effing narcissistic! I mean, like, what the fuck dude. You think you're so good. Better than others, smarter than others, thinner than others. Well let me indulge you with this thing, called the truth! U fugly, biartch! I mean, god you look like shit. No wonder your own housemate calls you a cunt, I mean, look at you. And bitch, puh-leasee, SIL VOUS PLAIT! you are NOT smart! Any bitch can pick up a book and read, and just because you read and effing sit in the library 24/7 like a fucking asswipe, doesn't mean you're smart. You're a bitch, a bitch who happens to read more than others.
Loser pleaseee.. Get a life, retard. Or, better yet, go and fuck yourself with your effing Contracts book.
Irshad; 2 words. "sex-deprived weirdo".
Loser.
[this was fun lah!]
"People always blog bad stuff about others, they never talk shit about themselves"
Ok, so he didn't say shit.
This is one very interesting statement. I used to blog, frequently. Then war happened. So I stopped. But as an ex-blogger, I've had my fair share of controversy. They said I kutuk-ed, I said I was being honest. They saw cats, I saw ring worms. Whatev, all in the pass. Anyways, my point is, people really DO blog crap about people they hate.
So I'm gonna defy expectations;
I'm gonna start bloging about the shitiness and effed-up-ness of yours truly, moi, saya, aku, daku...
Fun right? I know, I'm such a genius, so very gorgeous.
Reasons Why I Hate IKJ
No. 1:
IKJ is so effing narcissistic! I mean, like, what the fuck dude. You think you're so good. Better than others, smarter than others, thinner than others. Well let me indulge you with this thing, called the truth! U fugly, biartch! I mean, god you look like shit. No wonder your own housemate calls you a cunt, I mean, look at you. And bitch, puh-leasee, SIL VOUS PLAIT! you are NOT smart! Any bitch can pick up a book and read, and just because you read and effing sit in the library 24/7 like a fucking asswipe, doesn't mean you're smart. You're a bitch, a bitch who happens to read more than others.
Loser pleaseee.. Get a life, retard. Or, better yet, go and fuck yourself with your effing Contracts book.
Irshad; 2 words. "sex-deprived weirdo".
Loser.
[this was fun lah!]
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