Thursday, December 25, 2008

Noble Quest

It has now, being my life mission, to finish stage 12th of Zuma.

God Speed!

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Post Number Whatever

Squeezing a piece of meat, stuck between my teeth using my tongue. Wiping off the burger sauce and pieces of onion dripping and falling on my shirt. Licking what was worth. Alone in the control room, commanding an idle battlestar, on fucking sunday night. while my friends are having a good time somewhere in exciting city of sleepless prats.

I feel so fucking hot

Saturday, December 6, 2008

I'm Hurt

I want to date a stranger

This Entry Was Posted From My Office

I'm a slacker


Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Hard Truth

I've just discovered something,

the number of totally knock-out bitches who write nice blog, or even bother to have a blog are little less than a handful. More like half a fingertip pinch.

except the 'what-I-wore-today' shits.


It's A Shit Eat Shit World Out There

You can whine for the rest of your life, lock up in your room

just to realize

nobody give a shit

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Condo By The Drain

"I live alone, if your water supply do be cut, you're welcome to shower in my place" said the late 30's overweighted, over pampered with too much make up condo management spokesperson lady.

fuck you, I rather paid the rm1045 backlog

and charge you for sexual harassment

One Post Per Day?


You think ninja doesn't have social responsibilities?

Monday, November 24, 2008

BTLOG!! (By The Love Of God)

I purposely went sneaking noticeably in an Apple store. Went straight to this inferior looking sales person and without much force, terrified him into giving me information how much it cost for a brand new iBook G4 power adapter.

He said trembling: "RM799"

By the love of god!!!!!!??? that's like a brand new Boss fx pedal.

Fierce, I throw a few star darts just missed inches from his head, of course-lah purposely, as a sign of warning and disgruntlement.


Sunday, November 23, 2008

Bummer Shummer

I lay a dreaded vanguards underneath my fertilization-defying saber light katana, rip open a once painful memory long forgotten. For this ninja admit fear, lost and defeat for all it's glory. Glory, glooorrrryyyyyyyyy....

how's that for 'emo', bitch?

Saturday, November 22, 2008

Poor Lonely Bastard

Is less poorer than his poor friend who is too poor to keep a credit balance in her freaking phone to keep me feeling less of a poor lonely bastard