Twisted Ramblings of a Spent Mind

Too mainstream

2012-01-07T23:42:00.001+08:00

2011-10-11T23:53:00.001+08:00

Congratulations, Sunway. Your philosophy of science is being taught by a religious antiscientist armed with a textbook and an inability to read it.

Psychology

2011-09-29T13:29:00.002+08:00

Sometimes I wish the people who design the Psychology Department/Club/Fraternity/Orgy t-shirts will come up with something clever. Like a catchphrase or slogan that doesn't sound like a 12 year old child trying to explain psychology or a 45 year old advertising Managing Director Of Startup Company failing.

Like, "Yes, we're reading your mind." Or Forer.

But then I don't.

Meh, still better than accountants with lots of friends and nice workplace with good pay.

2011-08-06T17:47:00.002+08:00

I could use a sandwich.

But I can't find one.

Exams

2011-07-09T13:59:00.003+08:00

I don't think I'm affected by stress, until I fuck up the bangla who gets my order wrong.

2011-07-02T01:06:00.002+08:00

"Thomas Paine had passed the legendary limit of life. One by one most of his old friends and acquaintances had deserted him. Maligned on every side, execrated, shunned and abhorred – his virtues denounced as vices – his services forgotten – his character blackened, he preserved the poise and balance of his soul. He was a victim of the people, but his convictions remained unshaken. He was still a soldier in the army of freedom, and still tried to enlighten and civilize those who were impatiently waiting for his death. Even those who loved their enemies hated him, their friend – the friend of the whole world – with all their hearts. On the 8th of June, 1809, death came – Death, almost his only friend. At his funeral no pomp, no pageantry, no civic procession, no military display. In a carriage, a woman and her son who had lived on the bounty of the dead – on horseback, a Quaker, the humanity of whose heart dominated the creed of his head – and, following on foot, two negroes filled with gratitude – constituted the funeral cortege of Thomas Paine." (Robert G. Ingersoll)

Ah, fucking A.

2011-07-01T04:08:00.001+08:00

1d6 acid damage + 1d6 every 2 caster levels.

Evidently, this caring thing is becoming harder to do.

Hopefully next term my classmates will be more satisfied. After all, they are paying customers.

2011-06-18T17:16:00.000+08:00

The reason I watch Дневной дозор and not Day Watch is because the English dub is just shit.

I am so sick of watching shitty Hollywood films at the cinema.

2011-06-12T14:54:00.000+08:00

2011-06-12T04:05:00.001+08:00

People I laugh at have no blogs, people who blog are so boring I can't laugh.

Noodles from a can

2011-06-10T23:17:00.000+08:00

and I'm eating it.

Every time I eat cheap food or use cheap things, I remember a lesson from childhood. Thrift is a virtue, especially if it leads to suffering.

Nothing like suffering to make something virtuous.

Also, I have sex with Cintan Perisa Kari with a shitload of ketchup. Fuck Maggi.

Class Distinctions

2011-06-09T10:10:00.000+08:00

Does it matter if there exists social classes based on intellectual capacity?

Of course it does. After all, we are not Communists.

And I'm not about to pretend that I'd go out with anyone who isn't at the very least part of the intellectual bourgeoisie.

Peasants.

Poverty Hinders Creativity

2011-06-01T16:36:00.000+08:00

Too sober to write well,
Too poor to get drunk.

lol methanol.

There is a difference

2011-05-31T14:10:00.002+08:00

between blind optimism and calculated postulation.

Obviously.

I am not optimistic because telling people to hope is not intellectual honesty. And calling critics haters is not intellectual honesty. And assuming happiness to be indicative of truth or plausibility is just pigshit stupid.

Aih, demanding a sound argument is offensive.

My god people are so fucking disappointing.

iTunes

2011-05-21T23:52:00.002+08:00

needs to stop shuffling Perfume into my playlist.

There is something wrong with my foundation

2011-05-14T15:28:00.000+08:00

in music, science, philosophy, literature

Hell, I was probably born ass-first.

There Was Supposed To Be A Blog Post

2011-04-25T02:17:00.001+08:00

but I censored it all to protect my privacy.

and i burned my moleskine because stupid people read it

You'll Carry That Weight

2011-04-15T20:11:00.002+08:00

See you, space cowboy.

Seven Munites

2011-04-10T20:37:00.002+08:00

Hunger is like alcohol.

Positive feedback.

This Is Another Story About Life

2011-04-02T20:37:00.000+08:00

Once there was a little bird, born from a spotted egg into captivity. It was green and pretty and the scientist people all said it was endangered.

Eventually, the little bird grew to realize that its species was known for its song. And that it had to sing before the scientist people would let it out to its home. For some reason or other. Perhaps if it sang properly it'd mean it was an adult and ready to go home. Or something.

But it couldn't sing. And the more it thought of its home (of which it heard tell from the other birds), the less it could sing. And every day, he thought more of his home and sang less.

And he never did sing to begin with.

But the other birds were nice to the little bird. They said, "It's alright. Your kind has the nicest voice of all of us. Once you go home, you'll see."

And the little bird tried.

It twittered faintly, nothing more.

The other birds said, "It's the stress. Go on, little bird. Just sing a little, and you'll be able to go home and sing properly."

And the little bird tried, and failed, and with every try it found it could try less.

Then the little bird fell, exhausted, and died.

The End.

The Cake

2011-03-25T12:23:00.001+08:00

Every fucking sem.

Every. Fucking. Semester.

For fuck's sake, sack that fat bitch already. Replace with more potential. More young lecturers who haven't learnt how to be cynical about the education system. More young ones that don't know that they don't have to be energetic and optimistic and learned. And less older, experienced ones that know most people don't give a shit about learning anymore.

This delayed gratification thing is getting so old. Always the promise of cake. Sweet, tasty, delicious cake.

The cake may be a lie. I don't know.

But I don't fucking care about cake anymore. I'll be in the corner eating paint chips.

Fuck the cake.

That thing last week

2011-03-22T23:09:00.000+08:00

You know that thing that happened last week?

Yeah. That was so lol, man.

Haha.

Yeah.

My god, you look just like everyone else. But if everyone looked like you I'd have a headache like the one that's drilling through my brain like so many alien head drilling worms

So much passive aggression is better than just aggression, it shows i'm moving on.

Fuck lar.

My GOD everything is SO BRIGHT WHO TURNED ON THE DAYLIGHT AT 11fux

2011-03-15T11:02:00.000+08:00

Fuck, not in the right state of mind.

Fuck the Japanese, man.

Perfect Dodge

2011-03-13T00:35:00.000+08:00

Total chance for evasion is x + y, where x is Flee and y is Perfect Dodge.

Perfect Dodge can evade Critical attacks, while Flee cannot.

Flee reduces by 10% for every attacker faced at a time, while Perfect Dodge does not.

Perfect Dodge therefore supercedes Flee, and is calculated before the chance calculation for Flee.

This means that the penalty for facing more than one attacker only applies to Flee, after Perfect Dodge is calculated.

Therefore, in the event of 0 Flee, Perfect Dodge still allows more than 0 evasion.

In the event of an incoming Critical attack, the x portion is dropped and total evasion is calculated as Perfect Dodge against the Critical attacker's LUK.

20 minutes of figuring out to understand that. 20 minutes of my life gone.

4 Hours

2011-03-12T01:49:00.000+08:00

Clearing my desktop, clearing drives, organizing and changing icons (registry entries are very taxing).

My life is fulfilling.

Reading

2011-03-08T19:48:00.000+08:00

Lost my study mojo two days before the Culture exam, so funk dat already.

Life is like...like I Am Number Four. It sucks, but not in a Ninja Assassin way where you can laugh at Rain when he does the Limit Break + C-C-C-C-COMBO BREAKAH.

Like the pissfest that was I Am Number Four, it's just bad enough to make me feel cheated (even though I got my tickets at a discount already) and just good enough so you get to be disappointed later.

By the way, I Am Number Four is the worst movie I've had to sit through since Fast and Furious. And Ninja Assassin, but there was Rain to turn things so stupid it became funny.

I wish I had alcoholic friends.

This Is A Story About Life

2011-03-05T18:08:00.000+08:00

Once upon a time, there was a juicy jellybean, bright red and very juicy and sweet. And juicy.

Everyone told the juicy red and juicy jellybean how juicy he was, and how it was rare to find a jellybean so juicy, because, well, jellybean factories just didn't make jellybeans that juicy. The juicy red jellybean was special, they said. And it was juicy, they added.

Then one day, the juicy red jellybean was eaten. It died in agony and in pieces as hydrochloric acid dissolved it slowly.

The End.

Next Episode: A Story About Suicide.

No Jedi

2011-02-20T22:58:00.001+08:00

ever took shit from some punk ass cultural essay.

Wtf Nicole promises to write ~~140~~ 20 posts over a regular period. If all three of my readers have time, you'll go over to her site and make sure she does that.

~~Facebook~~ Essay!

2011-02-16T02:59:00.000+08:00

Runescape

Witch Hunter Robin

LimitRO

What I'mma do is, I'mma listen to emo tracks and then write. And then I'mma turn emo shit off, and then fix the damage.

Oughta work.

Report writing, it reminds me I major in ADHD.

SINGLE AND LOVING IT

2011-02-14T20:27:00.001+08:00

What an utter cluster fuck.

The past three hours have been given over to a trying to force out a V-Day related post. It's necessary, seeing as to how I want a steak but I can't because stupid non-Muslim couply people are going to be getting some and then (maybe) some more because tomorrow is a public holiday.

I cannot get steak because you fucking couples are celebrating a stupid day. LOOK A PUN HOLY SHIT ASASFAGASKJSDFLKHASDJCKAQNFK

Fuck couples! WHO NEEDS LOVE?

That is my show of solidarity. I have a girlfriend, I finally truly do not give a pitcher of goat piss about Valentine's Day, and I am comfortable.

The silences are comfortable, the arguments are comfortable, and the similar philosophy is such a fucking relief.

There was no point to my last post. It was addressed and all, until I realized how much I had to presume about the person to say something meaningful, and then how much the presumptions were probably wrong.

There was something about what love was like (poker or an FPS, something), something about taking things as they come, knowing oneself, meh meh blah yadda blah

there was no point to it. There was a goal, but there was no point to it. It was just me trying too hard to write something meaningful. It's not meaningful. Today isn't meaningful, and in the end the only person you should try to make happy is yourself.

I suppose you should think of it as my mother's chocolate cake. If I share it with someone I love, I make two people happy. But only if there's enough for more than two.

If I took My Mother's Chocolate Cake (which was more awesome than Your Mother's Chocolate Cake, hands down) to class, I'd have made about 6 unhappy people.

You can't share a cake meant for 2.5 people with 6 people. It makes everyone dissatisfied. And then it makes everyone guilty that they want more. And then it makes them feel like shit because they feel like shit because IT WAS AWESOME CAKE.

Can't sacrifice your happiness for the person you love, because if the effort fails, you get two unhappy people. And then if the other person loves you back, they ought to, FUCKING OUGHT TO feel like shit that you're sacrificing your own happiness for them BITCH MOTHERFUCKING BITCH and then they will ~~die of~~ feel guilt.

GUILT.

No butt seriously, the only viable way to have a comfortable relationship, and fuck your naive romantic movie bullshit while you're at it, is to make sure each person is responsible for their own happiness. Anything else would be like letting someone else hold your testicles for you.

Haha I said testicles.

No one knows what makes you happy better than you yourself. There ought to be a mutual agreement between two parties to feel comfortable with themselves first.

Wait, fuck, THAT'S the point I've been trying to make. Feel comfortable with yourself, feel secure with what you yourself are, or you'll fuck up two people's estimations. It's not being selfish thinking, it's insurance. Whatever happens, at least one person will be happy. And if you love yourself or the other one, you'll feel a bit better instead of watery shit. And you might be able to part in mutual understanding, if nothing else.

Shit, this thing's gone to hell again.

What a clusterfuck.

To my most awkward conversation since 1647, the intellect, and the insecurity I think I might be able to relate to. This is not for you. I had something for you but I farted at about 7.55pm.

Everyone pretend this is just musings about love.

Fuck lah I'm fat.

2011-02-11T03:09:00.000+08:00

My belly it's flabby

I need to do something with my life, really. Also argue on things that I care about, not some random sentence about love. It's hard to argue on a topic you don't care much about, and playing devil's advocate only applies if you're advocating something.

I need more colour in my life, something to live for.

Ah fuck, must be the atheism lah, it takes everything out of life. If only I had more sky friend syndrome I'd be happier.

Fuck la midlife crisis. Die at 40.

2011-02-08T03:25:00.000+08:00

If I imagine ParagonX9 to be a pretty 19 year old with a roguish smile, it is not a vice. If I just have to imagine skilful but essentially faceless people to be physically attractive, it is a function of my appreciation, maybe my need for aesthetics.

I have eyes. And I like to look at nice things.

And that, you self righteous gnome humpers, is not morally wrong.

But it is hypocritical if you're ugly, and you would like your partner to not be ugly, and yet still expect your partner not to care that YOU. ARE. UGLY. Or somehow construe people who judge your looks (not judge you based on your looks, quite different) as inferior to those who don't.

Accept the fact that it's your lot to get the wrong part of the gene pool. Stop blaming people for fucking NOTICING. Don't make it out as if appreciating aesthetics, even judging it in a fellow human being, is somehow questionable behaviour.

2011-02-05T11:25:00.000+08:00

There is so much out there.

BUT I CAN'T TELL THE TRUTH ON MY BLOG ANYMORE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Edit Pages

2011-01-03T02:53:00.000+08:00

I thought RKs were easy to build, but mine just turned out ghay, ghay, ghay.

There's so much wrong, I get tired of ranting. Most of the wrong comes from people I can't rant about, anyway. My parents, whom I'm to unquestionably respect, love and treat like a friend like a one-sided love affair with a can of beer that won't get you drunk but makes you fat. There's probably a metaphor there. Like people I don't like who I should be friends with because being alone is not good. When you don't get along with people, the problem is automatically you.

Like that uncontrollable twisting of the mouth into a sneer of pure contempt. I recognize even from the back, such is my hatred.

No, I rarely forget people. I just get tired of the fucking hypocrisy of "staying in contact". It's hardly because I don't like you. Let's be plainly honest here. We don't have much to say to each other. We have so little to say, in fact, that spending two hours together drains the conversation to the point of physical pain.

And it really takes two hands. I suppose it's easier to blame the other party for not staying in touch. You don't have people who tell you "I really think you two should remain friends. She's a nice girl."

They should be having coffee every other week.

No, it's only partly my fault, for growing tired of having to force something out to keep up a semblance of a relationship. The fact is, despite having so much to say, I am abysmal at small talk. In fact, I hate small talk with a passion. Random ramblings are one thing, and have the capacity to become deeply philosophical. Small talk just wastes everybody's time, all for the sake of pretending to no one that we're interested in what we each had for lunch.

Is it just me? Maybe it's just me. Maybe I'm the problem for not really giving a shit about the weather and how normal it is. I wish people could keep the talk meaningful, but apparently that just means I'm not friendly.

We lead separate lives.

We have little to talk about.

What I don't see is why we can't have meaningful conversations once in a while instead of forcing these expansive, awkward, gelatinous silences on everyone just for the sake of seeming "friendly" and "approachable", and JESUS HELP ME "fun".

There was a point somewhere, but it got lost before it got writ. Thing is, between the realization that there are so few people who are truly educated (to the point of being able to know the limits of one's knowledge) and my uncontrollable urge to correct wrongs, there is at once too much and too little to write about.

My life is a routine, and "Yeah, I know, he's using his mind games on me!" counts as novel. Mind games, FYI, apparently refers to reductio ad absurdum.

The proclamation that "THE ONE THING YOU NEED IN LIFE IS RESPECT!" is standard fare when dealing with small minded people from whom homophobia and credulity can be regularly expected. Refuting such sweeping generalizations is trivial. Making a simple hypothetical situation to test the ground on which that statement stands is the best I can do not to embarrass people (they'd just deny being beaten, anyhow), but somehow the result is just blank surprise. The result is less the realization of the mistake than just blank, uncomprehending surprise at everything and nothing.

HOW THE FUCK DID HE DO THAT? It's like magic, how I inexplicably destroy arguments.

I feel distinctly insulted. I imagine some people deal with that on a regular basis.

All I ever feel like writing about nowadays is how the world is just wrong, wrong, wrong. I probably should make friends, but I've lost the ones who could see eye to eye with me, and most of the new ones are either female or wrong.

Kinda makes me miss having random people to shoot the shit with. Miss having one or two more people to bounce ideas off, letting the mind roam where it may in the minds of others.

I'm sick of talking. But that in itself probably means I've already forgotten how to listen. I suppose the only change since this blog has started is I don't think I know anymore.

2010-12-27T00:43:00.000+08:00

Do I have something to say? Of course I do. I think my hermitage has lost me the last few instincts I possessed that made me able to keep up the hypocrisy of socialization.

Nobody really wants to listen, you know. Few conversations get past the small talk, probably because small talk is the only thing universally agreed upon as interesting enough to converse about, or at least important enough to warrant one pretending to be interested.

No, I don't give a fuck about the cookies you bought, how much they cost, and whether they're made from gold nuggets processed through cows with five stomachs bred for the purpose. I just don't care.

I suppose the hours, days, weeks spent conversing with the inside of one's cranium make one forget that the world cares about different things. Or maybe it's just that people who converse with themselves extensively are socially inept, but what do I know. I feel elated when the radio on the Emirates flight plays One Room Disco or Spitz' latest single.

I'd want to spend a full day inside St Peter's Basilica.

Nineteen Eighty-Four chills the shit out of my spine.

I spit when I talk.

If we're not friends, don't add me on Facebook laaaaaaaaaaa. Do you know how troublesome it is to delete people by the fistfuls? Maybe it's just me. Maybe it's my

you know, it's as if my ability to write what I think is broken. Or maybe my ability to think is broken. I'm sure I had something worth talking about (because I spam Facebook and Twitter lulzz lolxxx) but things keep degenerating into disparate rambling bits of useless words.

In case I end up killing this post again actually I already have but anyway: the Italy trips sucked. Italy and Nice was good, Monte Carlo was a waste of time, but the trip felt like walking outside Geffen East in Limit for the first time and getting raped by a Mistress.

Where the hell was I.

Rant

2010-11-29T01:25:00.000+08:00

Wheener says I have a blog to rant on.

He won't be pleased with Wheener. And he shouldn't.

Comm Skills has so much pop psychology bullshit, I could sit and read it for three hours straight and I'd still remember less than half an hour of Personality.

Which is not to say that I could do anything worth mentioning for Personality.

Also Carl Rogers is a whore who likes it in the ass. YES YOU CAN motivational idiots. I'm pretty damn sure Kirkegaard and Nietzsche didn't start the naive, sunshiny "YOU CAN BE ANYTHING YOU WANT IF YOU TRY" bullshit. I'm nor sure which, but I'm pretty sure one of them was a pessimist.

you know.

Why do I have a need to assign nicknames to people? And why am I such a base slangin ho

Evidently even my rants have degraded. I am no longer coherent, courtesy of my hermit lifestyle away from people who speak proper English.

Actually, from people who speak, period.

It's gotten so bad I'm actually thinking of joining the Sunway chapter of Toastmasters. There was supposed to be a review of a visit I made some months ago, but I got distracted by something. It was bad. Bad, bad, bad, and the most senior member was this stuffy old lady teacher who probably never rose above secondary school level showin' bitches how it done yo.

Fuck my nigga slang, I'm a Chink and I speak like one. That lady was one of the few things that ruined it for me. The other things were chinese ed members, a president who spoke worse than I did (hell, worse than even my father in Foreign Accent Mode), a forced "course" that teaches you how to speak regardless how well you speak to start with, SO MUCH FUCKING HYPOCRISY OH LORD MOHAMMAD, over the top congratulations and "WOW THAT WAS A GREAT SPEECH" when all that happened was someone went up and farted through his mouth, and lots and lots of chinese ed people.

I hate chinese educated people, because they have the double problem of being numerous and disproportionately English illiterate.

A Psych junior would like you to elect him to Committee because he is very humour.

Wow, look, a rant.

Wheenie.

So Much Random Hatred

2010-11-26T19:57:00.000+08:00

I blame the exams, but I don't stress out during exams. I wonder how accountants study for exams.

There was a joke in there somewhere but I lost it. Accountant jokes got a little stale.

but accountants suck. No accountants who like accountancy are curious people, and nipchits does the world need less curious people. Curiousity killed the cat, you know.

So much undirected hatred to people.

Also Priya deserves to have her teaching license revoked. There are probably people who will agree with me, but people generally nod silently, looking away for any number of reasons. Nobody wants to admit a lecturer sucks. That lecturer marks the paper what. So she must be right lah.

Damn slides give me cell death.

Coming in from Old Arkham, evacuate east.

2010-11-21T13:45:00.002+08:00

Hunter

Scout

Fireman

Doctor

Zombie

My life needs accomplishments.

Shiny Fucking Objects

2010-11-09T23:49:00.000+08:00

My head, it is splitting apart. And it's not from watching chinese-ed people who can't sing singing English songs.

That's not even remotely funny. There's nothing funny about this.

I have such shitty attention span that I can't even get started on my stupid report without shiny object

Can't start on my shiny objects

Kimi ga omoide ni narumaeni, mou ichido waratte misete.

My head is splitting apart, it doesn't help that I have a 15 pager to write and submit one day earlier because I'm going home for the weekend

Not Because I want 2.

I don't even blog anymore. I mean, I could be directing my stupid face towards writing my stupid report, but MY BRAIN, IT SPLIETS

also my stupid table has stupid ants, I can't find out what they're attracted to. Nothing new on my table, as far as I know.

Painkillers not working, neck tense like I just spend 6 hours playing KOTOR, which I obviously didn't do. Is it obvious? Maybe. I'm sure it is.

My head, jesus christ.

You know, it's not that I don't want to go to Italy. I just don't want to spend an extended time with small-minded people. It's not for a small reason that I want to keep to myself.

It's 2348hrs. The painkillers should have worked by now, but it's not. Fuck the report, I'm going to bed.

I Do TAGS

2010-11-06T11:44:00.000+08:00

1. Put your music library on shuffle.

2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.

3. You must write that song title as the answer to the question, no matter how silly it sounds! Most of the time they seem to work though, strangely though. [That's called a confirmation bias, idiot.]

----

1. If someone says "shelf", you say?
The Sound of Silence, Simon and Garfunkel.

[Guess this isn't one of those times.]

2. How would you describe yourself?
Ijimete Midai, Suga Shikao.

[Ah ha ha ha ha.]

3. What do you like in a guy/girl?
Soldier, Eminem.

4. How do you feel today?
My Name Is, Eminem.

[No.]

5. What is your life's purpose?
Black Magic Woman, Fleetwood Mac

[Let me find a way to rationalize this.]

6. What's your motto?
Clocks, Coldplay

[I don't even have a motto.]

7. What do your friends think of you?

Nightvision, Daft Punk

[Not that nice.]

8. What do you think of your parents?
AGITATED SCREAM OF MAGGOTS, dir en grey

[This proves there is a god, and it's trying to tell me something.]

9. What do you think about very often?
Your Love, Diana Ross

[I don't even like Diana Ross. The bitch.]

10. What is 2+2?
Tsubomi, Kobukuro

[The MV for this song had a squirrel getting eaten by a snake.]

11. What do you think of your best friend?
Mikazuki, Ayaka

12. What do you think of the person you like?
Better, Guns n' Roses

[Naturally.]

13. What is your life story?
Poor Boy Blues, Chet Atkins & Mark Knopfler

[YA HEAR THAT, MOM?]

14. What do you want to be when you grow up?
Happy Birthday, Suga Shikao

15. What do you think of when you see the person you like?
Akai SCARF, Makihara Noriyuki

[I don't fucking understand what he's saying.]

16. What will you dance to at your wedding?
Don't Answer The Door, B.B. King

[Yeah, bitch.]

17. What will they play at your funeral?
Damn Right I've Got The Blues, Buddy Guy

18. What is your biggest fear?
Something About Us, Daft Punk

[Close.]

19. What is your biggest secret?
Sakana, Spitz

20. What will you post this as?
DROP THE BOMB, Scotty D.

[No. Bite me.]

2010-11-03T21:14:00.002+08:00

Horgan (1995)

2010-10-31T22:33:00.000+08:00

One fucking paper and my presentation is jammed.

I need to find an academic database that is less ghay than Sunway College's. Damn my stupid face for being so ignorant when I was looking for universities. Damn my stupid face for my circumstances. This uni sucks cock, and the resources are shitty for anything serious.

For the love of FUCK it's just an issue of Scientific American.

Tsunami Warning

2010-10-29T22:34:00.000+08:00

Posted by a Facebook acquaintance (not for long now, by the looks of it):

Hey friends out there in Penang, please avoid the beaches (gurney,batu ferringhi,queensbay and so on) from 30th oct to 2nd of November. Based on the weather predictor, it's gonna rain heavily and a very terrible tsunami is gonna happen. Don't eat seafood too cuz it might be toxic. They said that the water level has gone higher this few days. Please take note and tell your friends and family members!!

OMFGWTFBBQ EPIC TSUNAMI HITTING PENANG

How fucking stupid and credulous can you be?

1) What the fuck "rain heavily and a very terrible tsunami is gonna happen"? What the purple fuckeddy fuck? It implies that the two are connected (they aren't), and that tsunamis can be predicted BEFORE they happen (they can't).

2) "Don't eat seafood cuz it might be toxic" makes sense how? How does a tsunami release toxins into the water? It's just a big wave. A motherfucking huge, shit-your-pants wave, but a wave nonetheless. No connection to toxins. Now if there were a load of dead bodies...

3) "water level has gone higher this few days" = FUCKING TSUNAMI COMING! CONFIRMED!

And then comes Pascal's Wager: there's nothing to lose by staying away from beaches during this time, even though I know it's hard to believe this thing, and the papers have reported it a hoax, JUST IN CASE a tsunami decides to come this way.

No, misinformation does not equal "no harm done". By lending credibility to this hoax (although not much because you're a fucking MORON), you add to the cesspool of unreason already seething and overboiling with things like cancer-causing radio towers, cancer causing microwave ovens, and cancer causing cancer.

It's all about the fucking cancer, bitch.

In this few lines of bullshit, you see the simple (in fact so simple it's laughable) formula used to make credulous semen stains hit the "post" button and perpetuate it. Big event people will remember (tsunami), ordinary stuff that will only work if you have a confirmation bias (rain, fucking RAIN during a MONSOON SEASON, sweet jesus bacon), random aftermath of tsunami that no one remembers wherefrom it comes (water toxicity), and bits of credibility from seemingly logical areas (water level rising, weather prediction).

Nobody cares if tsunamis are not caused by weather. Nobody cares if spreading spurious information may cause more damage than expected.

Why do I give a shit?

It Hurts Mah Eyes

2010-10-27T21:55:00.000+08:00

Fucking creationist videos, they hurt my eyes.

Actually it's the four hours of YouTube that hurts my eyes, the creationist shit just hurts my intelligence.

While I'm not being an absolutely insecure, needy little wimp, I watch creationist videos and watch people disprove science.

Animangaki, six months ago, would have been a big deal. Now I'd only begin to consider showing up if Ye Wheen asked me to, and I'd probably ditch him even then.

This is absolutely not because he ruined my self esteem when he rejected my advances. I hope your head explodes from glee, Natalie.

The likes of the anime club asshats are not worth knowing. No lesson could be more salient than when the prodigal daughter returneth, after months of wandering the hard lands of liberal fucking arts, to remind me that nothing had changed, and that if I wanted to, I could willingly stick myself knee deep in the horseshit of people who'd decided that they knew.

Years of obsessing with how little I actually knew, and I'm educated, told with such authority that an age gap of a couple of years can produce an understanding of human nature so fucking godly as to be unfalsifiable.

Creationist fucking logic, you overhyped imitation leather saddle.

I'm past the point where a tu quoque would have gotten my blood pressure up. Tu quoque, true or not, doesn't change the fact that Jane is a self righteous, self important creationist who looks and thinks like a compressed Swedish meatball from Ikea, and that the decision to raise that overweight person-who-takes-pictures (as opposed to photographer) to the level of Project Leader was hypocrisy of surprising proportions. Jack off to utilitarianism all you want, it doesn't help your position one iota. You're still officially shitfaced.

There you go. I can do ad hominem too, dipshits. It was my sole argument style for years. Learnt it from teachers who thought "educated" meant "correct all the fucking time".

"how do you convince someone they're stupid?" How do you convince people that their prophet is an epileptic who saw visions when he was probably suffering from cerebral hypoxia? You don't. Animangaki will go as planned, and as long as expectations are kept suitably low, any outcome will be a joyous one.

Not that I wish them harm, no. I am pretty much indifferent, apart from the realization that I can say snarky shit about so many of the members easily, perhaps too easily.

Everything will go as planned.

2010-10-24T23:06:00.000+08:00

Everyone has their life to live, and the only people I want to talk to are the people who most probably don't really give a shit about my mundane troubles.

That sentence has the virtue of being able to alienate the people who'd listen to me and make me look like a needy fuck all at once.

Nobody said this shit would be easy, and I didn't think it'd be easy, but FUCK it shouldn't be this hard.

I'm still a needy fuck.

Presentatious Horribilis

2010-10-24T01:18:00.001+08:00

I LOVE THE INDIANA JONES THEME!!!!!!!!!! XDDDDDDDDDD

That shit is getting so old.

So how do you offer opinions to an assignment group you've been a liability to?

You don't.

You suck it up, and do what they do, because you don't have a right to fuck with their plans when all you do is fuck with their plans, without offering so much as an IUD.

But I'm not you, neener neener fuck you.

I Am Religious

2010-10-22T13:53:00.000+08:00

God, in pain to see the world awash in sin.

Jeriah

2010-10-20T22:27:00.000+08:00

I need to do something with my life.

Or maybe I'm just doomed to never being able to give much of a shit about anything.

Maybe that's why my relationships don't amount to much. Or they amount to much and I subconsciously realize that it's against the natural order. Then I fix things.

I hear talk about a Golden Key. Honours society, from what I can gather. I probably should be interested in maintaining a 3.7 CGPA so I can get in. I probably should be interested in a lot of things.

Like eating proper meals.

But the fact is, I don't really give a fuck.

Making a clean argument...measured jab here, neat parry there, that gives me more purpose than trying to write a proper report. Which is not to say I'm just not cut out for systems. No, I'd probably not give a shit about argument and logic if I had to give a shit.

My room is a mess, and I have a talent in growing messes to fit the space they're in. My landlord makes a point of letting himself into my room every now and then to check and see if I've been keeping it clean.

I resent his pointy nose and his insufferable need for control, the old fuck. If Amir doesn't bother with the mess and wants to make some of his own, then it's not my fucking problem anymore. I already put up with his stupid habit of not washing his rotting feet anyway.

Yes, I probably should do something with my life. Take up kenjutsu, get my flat ass off the chair somewhere, learn to play my guitar (because my ex girlfriend is so good at it, she surpasses me in awesomeness. She might even grow an imagination and be really unstoppable someday), start studying so I can win prizes and make my parents happy, or something.

I'm not carefree. I just can't bring myself to give a fuck. I run borderline dysthemic most of the time, by the looks of it. What's the point? What has the point ever been? Has there ever been a point?

On days like these I'm reminded of Yench's black blog, and entertain myself with the idea that maybe, over a burger perhaps, when I'm feeling melancholy and philosophical, I might connect with him.

Then the moment passes, and I remember that by virtue of my circumstances throughout my entire life, I've gained nothing except a personality that's perfectly suited to not gaining anything. I'm never going to fathom the depths of his thoughts, much as I would like to. I'm reminded that even at my most philosophical, I've already spent too many years with people who are as good as uneducated to be able to come up to any kind of intellectual level worth mentioning.

I remind myself that blogs are not meant to be about private thoughts. They should be about politics, where vocal people get to spray their opinions all over the place like that pungent hippo dung matters an iota to the people that should give a fuck. The only people who do give a fuck are as good as impotent 86 year olds. And that's the fact of things.

But it's alright, who needs to hear about religion, anyway? We can talk about terrorism without religion, everyone knows Hamas just wants land, not Holy Land.

Fuck you, D'Souza. People like you are the reason we don't give everyone equal airtime.

Which reminds me. When push comes to shove, I'd lose more than one friend in the name of science and impartial considerations of the truth. I probably lost my first friend to such a cause, but the only pain I have is the slight sting that comes from knowing you failed. I know I tried hard to use everything I learned, but the fact remains that I failed to show her the point. And the pain really just comes from knowing I failed, not in knowing I lost a friend. Meh, with thinking like that, it'd have happened on its own, eventually.

Why give a fuck? That boring girl I used to know will probably graduate ICAEW with more prestige than my father. Barack Obama and his talk of science (however political it has the potential to be, the fact is he's playing it like he gives a shit, which can only be good) will eventually give way to another Republican christfag. People will still continue to do their experiments for the marks, not for the spirit of science. Reason will still have to contend for space with the immigrant squatters of unreason.

And I will continue to not give a shit, squandering whatever potential that survived my unimaginative, underexposed parody of a life. Of course it hurts that boring people who lack the spark of curiosity, of life from their eyes manage to beat me at everything I value by sheer brute force, despite lacking talent or passion, or both. But really, I deserve it.

Citations

2010-10-20T07:41:00.002+08:00

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Haha accountants have no imagination and suck badly.

We Know.

2010-10-18T17:35:00.000+08:00

CNN ran this story a couple of hours ago:

NATO official: Bin Laden, deputy hiding in northwest Pakistan

and a friend of mine responded

"you'd think they'll be on their way to Pakistan to capture bin laden."

"so even CNN knows bin Laden is hiding Pakistan. Obama must be getting his news from RTM."

Which annoys the utter bong jesus out of me. I mean, skeptics get fucked with phrases like, "you have no faith", and "You can't question everything." So we have the automatic assumption that "a senior NATO official said" equals fact.

I obviously don't have the resources to fact check, but a few questions:

1. If Osama really is hiding in Pakistan, would they publish give that shit to

Actually fuck this. Why would CNN run a story screaming to Osama, "HEY DIPSHIT, WE KNOW YOU'RE THERE!"? What the hell? And let's say he was tipped off by a conspiracy within NATO to make sure Osama is never caught. Suppose Obama (who is like, The Man, he commands the army and everything, you know. like, he's the fucking president and everything, dude) were to see this shit in the news. What good would trying to find Osama in his little house be if he's already tipped off?

It's always a "senior" jackass says. And CNN makes it news, so it must be fact. Why does this shit bother me? Who the hell cares?

IP, man.

2010-10-17T16:26:00.000+08:00

It's just an IP conflict.

But I feel awesome for fixing it, like a nice little math problem.

I know a few people who wouldn't be able to.

But I'm thinking of one particularly unimaginative boring while I write this. I am better.

Also, looking back at that point in time, minutes ago when I wrote that title, I feel I deserve death.

Lol, fag.

2010-10-15T20:41:00.000+08:00

http://galaxieblog.com.my/blog/permalink.asp?id=3716
"Not our culture"? Stupid Malays, you can keep your shitty culture to yourself, I'm not part of it.

Kinda wish I'd used the ticket I bought. Fucking third world countrymen think their culture is everyone's culture

2010-10-14T20:58:00.000+08:00

Fuck stupiding people have no imagination. I finally figured it out.

That's what they have in common, a lack of imagination.

"I enjoy doing it, that's all that matter, right?" Well, no, you owner of a barren neuronal wasteland, you plague on humanity, cancer on collective intelligence, no it is not all that fucking matters.

When you do that shit, you do it RIGHT. And if you don't do it right and you can't, it's supposed to hurt, hurt like fucking hell because that's what other people who give a shit feel. Your employment of a blatant double standard to shield your precious ego is doomed to failure because in the end you're really just not cut out to be what you want to be.

No wait, that's not the point. The point is you have no imagination. Ah waht the fuck

No, the enjoyment of the game is only for people who fucking PLAY the game. If you're the game like you don't really give a shit, you

a) lose the right to feel happy when you win
b) lose the right to call the real players "kiasu"
c) are the purple spotted ass rash on an elephant's penis.

And people don't have imagination

Why is some random stupid old bag of a woman in psych? the fuck does it matter? YOU ARE DYING ALREADY, OLD WOMAN. J00 IS SO FUCKING HEADING FOR COFFIN PLACe,. YOU ARE ROTTINHG, ROTTINH ALREADY inf class what the FUCK I look at you and I can see you rotting in front of my eyes. the nice thing is that when you finally get the fucking psych degree (if your rotting zombie chinese mind can make it that far, stinking bag of...rotting) you will feel happy you got a fucking degree..

nice thing, i'm getting this degree to head somewhere. must be nice to earn the

aw jesus, i hate old people. god, i hate old people.

Johnny Savarimuthu, may whatever god you so self righteously believe in suddenly turn bipolar and impale your overweight ass on a...on a something, jesus, i just hope it hurts like fuck. I hope you go through a lot of pain, you self righteous asshole. And who the fuck used passive aggression as an argument? Can you not come up with a better argument than an ad misericordiam? What the fuck is the matter with you?

Fever 105 - "Oooh, you got tha Fever!"

2010-10-12T19:43:00.001+08:00

Once I knew the function of the hypothalamus, I conjectured that the reason antipyretics cause sweating before a general lowering of body temperature was because it reset the temperature set point of the body. Once the hypothalamus woke up from its mid day snooze and found out I was going to kill it with a screwdriver through my neck, it set the body to sweat off the rest of the heat, bringing me back to a comfortable 98.6.

Bring me an accountant who wants to figure out how paracetamol works, and I will give you Gatsby.

Haha, pop culture reference.

This Saturday, I will make my way to some backwater corner of the country, where I will meet natives and learn their culture.

They will, in their turn, teach me how to code Java on their new computers.

Actually, has no one ever noticed the irony of the Malays putting themselves in the "bumiputera" (princes of the land) category with the natives? As far as I can tell, Malays were immigrants. Right from Parameswara's time, our whole "Melayu" culture has been a bubbling melting pot of everything you could find from Indochina to Sumatra.

Our Malays, supposedly with a claim to the land, are actually just fucking Indon immigrants.

The whole inherited-right argument is indefensible, but then again, this country thinks Belief in God is an important prerequisite of a moral society.

Ah, Jesus, I want a steak. Need some red meat, I want my strength back.

2010-09-29T18:03:00.001+08:00

So I dreamt that I was had a lightsaber that wasn't kept in my pants

ZINGZINGZING

and I was dueling a Sith and a Dark Jedi. Oh and my lightsaber was double-bladed.

double bladed ZINGZINGZING

And I naturally got my ass kicked, because the Force is ghay in me. And Then I Woke Up.

And when I woke up the first thing I thought was, "I was dueling my assignments!"

What I don't get is why it seemed so obvious that I was dueling and then running from my assignments with my nonexistent tail between my ass cheeks.

Reading Cyanide and Happiness and watching HARVEY BIRDMAN, ATTORNEY AT LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAW makes me want to steal spare change from hobos and piss on their cardboard beds.

Which is to say, warm inside.

Warm and sweaty because this place is so fucking humid like a baby's ass in twelve day old diapers.

duneo larrrr, haiz... (moecockshit anime) = +10 HP! Assignmentz = -1000000HP! lulz~

Jesus fuck.

2010-09-26T18:21:00.000+08:00

We've all gone crazy lately, my friends out there rolling on the basement floor.

Bernie Taupin should be canonized.

Stop for an ice cream and end up in the rain.

So I finished Men In Hats last week. The Oatmeal's not updating fast enough, and I'm not deep enough to get Achewood. I run out of things to read.

Not to mention the retarded sore throat. What the fuck is "heatiness" supposed to be, anyway?

Also, how much contempt and disgust do I have to have before people believe that I really wish her the most concentrated dose of hatred I can distill? And why do I want so much for people to believe me, anyway?

[Force Persuade] You are wrong. I truly hate her. Also you are retarded like Bantha ~~shit~~ ~~poodoo~~ shit.

"poodoo"? Apparently "shit" couldn't get through the Galactic censors.

So between my shitty asses and the overwhelming need to explore Tattooine with two Jedi and an astromech, I haven't got time to even take a shit. Cartman playing WoW, lulz~

Every time I listen to Half Pain I get transported back to 2007 when good anime were those made before the turn of the century.

Or something like that.

Need some mindless lightshow anime like Sengoku Basara, not cocked up moeshit. OH THE EMO OF WITCH HUNTER ROBIN.

lulz~

I know the night is not as it would seem

Ah fuck, Aristotellian taxonomy of fallacies.

2010-09-24T11:45:00.000+08:00

There is nothing fun about sore throats, fever and myesthenia gravis.

There is much fun in Knights of the Old Republic, but that's besides the point.

I've been screwing up my life since I woke up, now I want to kill myself.

But not before I save Mission's Wookiee.

Or something.

ONE WEEK. One week of crawling endless forums trying to get the epic game working on the ghayest OS ever farted out in the history of everything.

But then I got it to work.

And then I got assignments too.

2010-09-19T18:44:00.000+08:00

So after three days of self-imposed slow suicide by nonstop Evil Genius-ing my brain to mush and not eating for about 36 hours straight, I went and stuffed my face with Carl's Jr.

I have shitty asses to do, which is such a funny joke I don't remember why, and I still can't figure out why I can't make proper arguments.

Might have something to do with upbringing, but noooooooooOOOOOOOOOOO how can I blame my parents?

I don't even know why I put myself through period of slow self destruction like this. Granted, building my evil base with nefarious traps to give enemy agents a hard time is nice, but...

actually I forgot the point already.

2010-09-19T15:55:00.002+08:00

Fuck Vista. Bill Gates, I hope you burn in hell. Go give Steve Jobs a handjob.

So there I was wallowing in the misery of mud

2010-09-13T17:57:00.000+08:00

There once was a woman in my class
A woman so old, I thought of leaking gas.
The questions she asked were stupidly inane
So I took a stick and jammed it in her brain.

-a poem by ~~Jeriah~~ Scarper-

I no longer think of sex. The Vatican should start serving assignments on training people like Brenda and Mob (hi Farrah if you even read my shit ass blog anyway god my life is filled with pain and misery and bad english. I wish I could cut myself, but then nobody cares even when I cut myself, so who gives a shit? Everyone knows that I don't care about the world, that's why I have a blog where I can tell the world that doesn't care how much I don't care about people not caring about me.

Venus of Willendorf? Fuck you I dated one and now my unclean ass will never be admitted into a house of worship.

Haha I actually make jokes about stuff like that. How can I? Mostly because bitching makes me feel better. Also because anyone presuming moral superiority over that action can suck my morally corrupt balls. No elaboration needed; all you need to know is I'm right and you're wrong, because I get to use evangelical atheist and have it be IRONIC.

I'm not sure where the point went, but then yo momma so fat

All my life is pain
There is nothing worth living for
I am going insane
I'll go fuck a door

-another poem by Scarper-

you know what'd make me happy? Going to some random suicidal emo and making him kill himself because God hates him and gave him a vagina by mistake. or going to some fat ugly and annoying girl and making her realize just how little she is (haha look it's irony again) so that she'll overdose on prescription medication.

What do you mean not fat? Oh she was saggy.

That wasn't aimed at anyone in particular. god my life needs more direction. It appears that today's Moral lecture was on religion. Like some indian cockshit who doesn't know morality from morals can teach me anything about god. I'm a devout Scientologist, you cocktard. As well as a devout polytheist.

So Suck Dat Bitch

Don't Even Know Anymore

2010-09-13T12:08:00.000+08:00

I find capitulation so annoying.

There's a frustrating paradox in my dislike for people bending over to please me, since I'm quite sure I don't like it when things don't go my way. I don't think Erikson would be too displeased if I bent his psychosocial theory to explain this. I like to think that I was brought up indoctrinated with the idea that the world doesn't revolve around me ergo things are not meant to fit me ergo everyone is more important than me.

For the sake of my mother, I would very much like to be proven right.

I can't deal with people like this. I'm such a shitload of subconscious crap, I can't even function properly in society. Nature camp, suck my nurtured balls.

All I'm looking for is some curiosity from the rest of the world. A little bit of that drive that makes people want to know. All I'm looking for is a healthy dose of curiosity without the fear that it will somehow KNOWING can be bad, or worse, that you might just fail your exams because you didn't stick to the fucking syllabus.

The urge to push the big red button is what separates the interesting people from the not.

xkcd #242 - The Difference

Granted such curiosity isn't evolutionarily selected for, but then you fucking retards think Darwin and 200 years of scientists could still be wrong about it.

You're not agnostic, you're mentally damaged.
I pick up the bible to try and find things I might have missed (I came up empty except for the story of
~~Pinocchio~~ Jonah, but that's not the point), and partly to stick it to the people who tell me I need to read the Bible before I have the right to comment on it. Then I'm told that evolution may not have happened because it just doesn't make sense.

Why the fuck do I even care? I forgot the point of this already.

*

People are boring. Boring in general, because it recently dawned on me that the spark of intelligence that lights up all the interesting people's eyes, that's just the spark of curiosity. It's not a stretch to think that intelligence and curiosity are positively correlated.

Some people just have dark eyes.

People tire me much like the shitty bots in earlier versions of CS. The world is only novel and "fresh" in that there are always new ways for the scripted, predictable agents of the world can find new ways to fail at life. Stupid comes in many shapes and sizes, but that's only amusing when you've got nothing to do.

I interact with shitty bots every single day of my life. Every "dunno" and "huh?" makes me feel like beating up another random homeless Indian. You don't know because you don't give a shit that you don't know. THAT'S why you're significantly less evolved than I am. And I'm not even smart. I have average IQ.

Every time I hear "I don't know, because I'm not as smart as you are", I'm reminded that too many people have given up.

The future of humanity, ladies and gentlemen.

Homo Erect

2010-09-07T11:46:00.000+08:00

Research for my presentation (I call it mine because I'm more awesome than everyone else in class) on homosexuality is like slowly twisting a fruit knife in my chest. My group mate got an Opposing Viewpoints book for me, which is good, and it contains views from both sides, which I'm increasingly sure is not good.

The "viewpoints" are not so much opinions as so much shit-filled whining and bitching based on "research" so full of design flaws that a first year Research Methods student would shit his pants laughing. Or crying, depending on his sense of humour.

The fact is that no matter what the arguments are, and no matter how much the research shows that homosexuality is a choice, it is utterly stupid to think that what these people want is to treat homosexuality like a mental disorder.

The fact is that these people are sundry dickwads shat out the asshole of evolution, but statistics show that 80% of our leaders are dickwads shat out the asshole of evolution. In Malaysia the numbers are something like 95.6%, and they got shat out the asshole of Allah. But I digress.

Trying to present the case for homosexuality is like trying to run backwards underwater. It's ironic and patently sad that the arguments of the anti-gay camp, stuck in circularity and faulty research as they are, tend very much to make sense to people with shitty reasoning skills. Shitty reasoning skills plus circular reasoning equals "I'm right because you can't prove I'm wrong. You can't prove I'm wrong because I'm right!"

These things feed off each other in a mutualistic symbiosis, like the lichen that grows on my mom's flower beds.

Meanwhile, I'm distinctly reminded of the anime club.

Ambivalent

2010-09-05T15:09:00.000+08:00

And what the fuck does ambivalent mean, anyway?

If it's "doesn't know what the hell he's feeling", then he, by which I mean I, feel ambivalent. Damn scientists and their constant linguistikal inventionics.

Behind the scenes, I'm working on a new blog. A blog that won't be linked to me, so hopefully I'll be able to write about how Indians shouldn't be allowed on crowded public transport during rush hour without being TAKEN TO ISA.

Is it just me or is everyone sick and gorbitchingly tired of hearing that spent shell of a joke already?

...nope, it's just me.

I know I'm doesn't know what the hell I'm feeling because my iTunes is on shuffle and I'm not skipping any tracks. It takes a kind of lack of emotion to be able to go from Henry Mancini (bless his jazzy soul) to Despa to Mikuni Shimokawa.

What's more likely to happen to the new blog is that it just disappears into the mist, and is eventually deleted when I feel a sudden need to do some cleaning. I thought of starting an atheist blog, but five minutes of thinking and I figured, "How do you write about the absence of something?" I mean, I can write a year's worth of sermons based on the Bible, but there's nothing to write about the lack of a Bible..."

Meanwhile, I slowly but surely lagged further behind in class.

Also, the amount of research required to make sure a Creative Commons license works the way I want it to work is like trying to write a literature review. Which reminds me, I have a literature review to write.

This post will probably end abruptly, like a drunk Indian that deci

2010-08-31T17:52:00.000+08:00

Every day they post another piece of "1,000,000 reasons why Malaysia sucks"

but it's the politicians, not the race

nor the country itself

politicians.

And to solve this, they aspire to politics, where they can change things for the better.

*Dawkins blink*

Moral

2010-08-30T14:47:00.000+08:00

Morality is a huge area of study, with scientists still trying to quantify its various aspects and philosophers breaking their heads in various schools of thought.

Much like my penis, actually.

Haha penis.

Well I'm sorry chinese educated people, you happen to come from retarded schools, and you are, by definition, stupid people. The Malaysian government appears to really want to make sure we're all taught what is right and wrong, because they come from fucked up Islamic teaching that can make universal morality a matter of law.

Genital mutilation is a universal right.

Why don't we get a philosophy major to teach Moral?

Well first of all, them gorfucked Malays think moral is the same as morality.

Second of all, my class is a collection of stupid people from apparently stupid, third world backgrounds who have no goddamned idea what morality or the notion of right and wrong is, who come from social classes below boundaries not yet known to mankind.

Like Indians, actually.

I waste my fucking time.

Phoot

2010-08-14T17:53:00.003+08:00

Freya tells me someone who looks like Suga is performing a Suga song at GAMP.

Better do it well, bitch, or I'mma track you down like a dog and sacrifice you at my own personal tabernacle.

And I'll do it properly, I swear.

Leviticus 3:16, "And the priest shall burn them upon the altar: it is the food of the offering made by fire for a sweet savour: all the fat is the LORD'S.

Haha I quote the Bible. And out of context, too. Take that, bible literalisticismics!

Otard and Coke don't taste half bad. I could get used to this. Too bad it's turning tepid already. Somehow tepid Coke is just...sinful. And not sinful like sex is.

Ah, forgot what I was going to write about.

Shrink Me.

2010-08-12T23:07:00.002+08:00

I'm struck by how a birth I didn't consent to is somehow considered a favour to me.

No, I didn't want to be born. You could have asked before you decided to get jiggy wit' it.

But no, I wasn't asked.

And now, I'm sitting here, twenty years, nine months and twelve days later, wondering why human rights abuses is considered good parenting by so many people.

Somewhere, somehow, I think something snapped, because my conscience isn't what I hear it should be. It don't sound much like others' consciences.

I'm borderline clinically depressed, and it doesn't show. Well that's cause I'm borderline, fuckwit. If it was full blown it'd be obvious.

But then I'd be told to just get off my stupid ass and get back to work. Everyone knows depression is just a fancy name cooked up by those scientist people to sell their drugs. Besides, it only affects old people.

A friend of mine actually spent six months with something much worse. But oh well, he was actually just lazy.

Suga Shikao's band, by the way, appears to be awesome. I can't find anything to dislike about the bassist, guitarist, keyboardist or drummer.

Logically, it makes very little sense. And if it makes little logical sense, it should make little philosophical sense. Morality is doing what's right. What's right isn't giving up your life to repay a favour you didn't ask for.

When I grow up, I'm going to have kids. Voila, instant slaves, bound to me by blood, of all things. Can't say no to someone who can't say no.

No seriously, say no and I'll let you starve.

I need to do something with my life. Need to see a shrink.

2010-08-11T17:29:00.002+08:00

I suddenly became lactose intolerant when I arrived home to realize I can't process the 8 cartons of milk I bought myself.

I'm just saying because Yench said it.

I grew up on milk, I love milk, I shouldn't be intolerant but I then

har, I sound like an attention whore WHICH I AM.

Results are probably coming out within the next 36 hours (probably less, because no one fucking tells me anything, and they should keep it that way) and I'm going to probably fail two papers, plus an assignment for good measure.

Watch this space to see me surpass predictions and get taken out of the course entirely.

Sometimes I wonder why the fuck I blog, when I can't even tell the truth here.

LOVE ME I LACK LOVE

2010-08-10T10:24:00.004+08:00

Opening dad's bottle of very neglected cognac was like

I run out of metaphor. Wait, simile.

I run out of simile.

Now bits of cork are floating in my brandy.

Fuck.

I listen to Judas Priest to gain approval because I'm an attention whore

By the way, I've decided to choose bits of every religion I like, and follow those. I figure if the moderates can cherry pick their holy scripts, so can I.

Circumcision for other people good.

Must bake more cakes for several Big Bone runs. The Grand Exchange's being pretty kind to me nowadays.

Pass The Bleach

2010-08-07T00:27:00.005+08:00

Mood swings seasonal, I swear to pasta.

At this rate I'mma lose all my friends.

At some point it had to sink in, but I wish it was after I could let go of the things I hate.

But when you think of it, I only hate stuff that I don't want to let go of. Or I only hang on to things I want to hate. Probably the latter.

I don't do drugs, I don't smoke, I haven't gotten drunk since fucking ever, I don't cut myself, I don't hurt myself, meaning I don't have a fucking imagination worth shit, and I can't sin my way into inspiration.

I'm in my second decade. It's oh so way fucking post emo-whine phase, the fuck anyone wants to hear my bitch anymore. And I'm stuck in a vicious circle of hate and bitterness, while people move on with their life.

I'm on my way to siding with Thrasymachus. Look where a year of being moral got me. I've been trying to wash that smell off my hands ever since. I've torn my hands bloody, but the smell still stays, stronger than ever.

What a shitty time for insight.

Zetsuboushita. And even that makes me taste bile.

thing

2010-08-02T23:32:00.003+08:00

Every time I come home I develop an alcohol problem. Must be the readily available booze.

The fact that I dislike everything in the house except the Gordon's helps my efforts to remain sober though.

I am SUCH a conflicted soul. Bitches coming to my house in droves. Fuck.

I keep thinking that I should've been brought up on books like Nineteen Eighty-Four and Catcher In The Rye, or at least genius like Terry Prachett. Certainly not on garbage like Shadowmancer. Stupid thinly veiled Christian good-evil propaganda.

And schooled in logic, in philosophy, science. Taught the true mechanics of Darwinian evolution. Things like that. Learning this kinda shit at twenty is too fucking late. There's too much to learn. It's never too late to learn, but the amount of time you have left to learn just keeps getting shorter.

I'm stupid by virtue of being from a place that thinks Eckhart Tolle is fucking subliminal and Anwar Ibrahim is the best speaker they've ever heard.

There has to be a better system to argue logically. I hate being declared a loser when I haven't lost. If I feel I haven't been proven wrong, all anyone has to do is accuse me of being a sore loser. There just has to be a way around this, is what I'm saying.

I forgot my point already. I don't even know what to label this shit.

Happy Birthday To You!

2010-08-01T17:19:00.002+08:00

I'm making a list of everyone who didn't wish me happy birthday. There'll be much gnashing of teeth and clenching on fists for these heretics when I achieve world domination, I assure you.

I have, on my World Domination Committee,

1. Me, for my expertise in awesome and love for eugenics.

2. Ye-Wheen, for his knowledge of Biology and how to use plants to kill animals (who will work for me because I am an evil genius and I know who to threaten, and besides, Hon Mun owes him "a lifetime of worship", and I need his fascism.)

3. Nadya, because she's studying lycantrophy to make werewolf armies. I think Team Edward ftw, but what the hell, help is help.

I still don't know what's so awesome about birthdays. I mean, aside from the irony of "Happy Birthday Ian. stay young always", it's not really different from the other 364 (or 5) days of the year.

So I'm a year older. Not much cause for celebration. I've been getting a year older for a year now. It's not like I'm suddenly a year wiser at the stroke of midnight.

Hey but don't get me wrong, celebrate my birthday all you want. As your future Supremely Important Commander of All The World, I'm entitled to birthday celebrations. As well as presents. Birthday presents are good.

Presents ish ghuud.

More presents.

More presents please, lol.

Ah, thanks guys. Heh.

2010-07-30T15:55:00.002+08:00

I open the papers and I find some Indian retard writing a letter saying "We must teach people to fear GOD" in order to stop them having premarital sex.

And then Mahatir (who should just fucking give up on politics and meet Allah already) says we need to censor pornography because it kills our morals. Okay, penis mutilator.

And Information Minister jumps on the bandwagon, nods enthusiastically, and proceeds to download more porn. Ironic that Malays watch more pr0n than the rest of us Devil worshippers.

And I see Julia Gillard being an atheist ass kisser, and get this: I don't even give two squirts of watery shit about Australian politics. As far as I know, some people I may be related to are living there, so it's best if Australia sucks epic ass.

I am swearing off newspapers.

Haha You Fucking Retarded People

2010-07-30T02:50:00.003+08:00

Haha you fucking retarded people.

I want STEAK.

And some good whiskey pl0x

GOD IS DEAD MUTHAFAKKAS

Actually no, God is in the crackers. Haha Christian civil wars.

All I'm looking for is a few good men.

A few good men.

Then I lose friends by being dickish lol

Epiless

2010-07-20T05:51:00.002+08:00

All nighters are supposed to give me epiphanies. I think.

0552 and nothing.

Except that not-locked post. I'd like to not care, but let's not be that naive. No one's stupid enough to stop me.

I think smooth relationships don't work with me. Maybe it's all embedded, internalised. Maybe that's why I keep finding that I have so many reasons not to work out with people. No matter how well it's going.

Then I look for failed relationships and cook it like the garbage it is, simmer it and stew the putrid pot of steaming death.

Haha steaming death.

So I find layers of meaning in Spitz's Robinson video.

I need to do something with my life. Something that doesn't depend on the rest of the world and their fucking opinion, for once.

Like smoking.

Suraj Hua Maddham

2010-07-15T20:05:00.004+08:00

HTML is a language.

XML is a language.

PHP is a...

...jesus jacking johnson christ on a bright blue bicycle.

Fuck this shit, on my list of shit to do

- The Search For The Missing Link: How My iPod Got Lost In The Fucking Mail (coming soon to fine bookstores near you).

- 10 hours straight in an internet cafe.

- Eat dinner (if my allowance is late again, Don't eat dinner).

- Not go to Bon Odori (there ain't no FUN in Bon Odori Sucks).

tum paas aaye.

the primary virtue of burgers is the fact that they come in beef, chicken, fish, shrimp and beef.

Which reminds me.

- Go to Kissaten and eat the fuckawesome Teriyaki Burger and drink a pint of Paulaner to wash it down (where the fuck are my friends) (and I mean it's awesome like fucking is awesome)

What the fuck is Terrence Blanchard doing making gay porn out of a perfectly good Chaiyya Chaiyya? The fuck we do with our songs nowadays, some retard just pays some coin, and starts rapping over classics.

P. Diddy waterily shat on Every Breath You Take.

BigBang pentadickslapped How Gee.

And some fuck just retarded all over some Chaka Khan song. Not that I give a shit.

I no longer remember the point I was trying to make.

I do know, however, that people I respect frequently turn out to be deluded, and they propound their distorted worldview and then everyone fucking likes it like it's the words of a millenial sage. Not much to be said of how perceptions can change based on actions, except that I absolutely love it when people think they're right.

You know, as opposed to KNOWING they're right, which no one can do except me.

The fucking problem is that I used to think the lectures were lessons. Then later I figured out that I totally don't fucking agree because it's really disagreeable.

I mean, shit, I think of that stuff when I taking a shit.

Should've seen it coming from the first time, back when the first impression went so far out to see it started seeing shore. I swear to god, dealing with children all the time doesn't do shit for your worldview.

Could be the fact that you're almost always right when dealing with little people with the IQ of the empty carton of milk on my table. Being right all the time doesn't teach you shit.

Could be the fact that midget people don't fucking represent the rest of the world.

Simple, ignorant fools.

It's a slippery slide to arrogance when he who learns starts to think he has bettered his teachers.

But it's there. The delusion, the ignorance, the distorted worldview.

I don't even remember why I give a shit anymore.

Ah, fuck. I've become coherent. Time to stop.

jk

2010-07-14T17:51:00.003+08:00

Listening to Macaroni makes me fall in love with Perfume all over again.

God gave me a vision last night. I dreamt that the end of the world will come in a zombie apocalypse caused by a waterborne infection. And I know it was God cause I felt his presence.

I just...know lah. You know?

Does God speak to you? Haha, fucking infidels.

Kore kurai no kanjite tabun joodo ii you ne.

I don't spoke romaji you know. After all romaji is not a language.

There's something sublime about having a porn popup ad appear on your screen as you're listening to emoshit. Especially if the ad's all in Cyrillic script.

Bon Odori this Saturday, I heard. Do yukatas require underwear? Cause kilts don't.

Birthday coming up.

Nobody visits this blog anymore. I wish I was "snarky as fuck", you know, but all I can do is try.

Ask meself why I write. No insight no more. No friends, even.

I never should have left you.

Ah, the things I put myself through, you'd think I'd be able to come up with joke instead of a cynical piece of shit. Haha kidding.

I need a nice fucking burger and a beer. Kissaten pl0x someone what the fuck where are my friends. Wish I could connect instead of pretending to, Yench. Probably ten years and three genera too early.

Wish I could play the guitar.

Actually I don't. I just thought I'd give people a chance to think I wished I never broke up with her.

As a brat who's trying extremely hard to prove that I'm actually an asshole, I announce that I don't. For fuck's sake I don't even miss the friendship.

I hardly miss anything. Except certain extremely oh hey Mikuni Shimokawa special people.

Might have been some punctuation missing.

I remember when Alone used to be my favourite j-pop track. I memorized the lyrics by ear alone. I actually think that matters.

I find your lack of intelligence...disturbing.

Jesus, now it's CANVAS. Keshite kawaranai, keshite yoko senai. Haha romaji.

got the voice, eh Wheen? Fuck, I thought I had a friend in you. haha no la jkjkjkjkjkjkjk

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jk.

Clarinet Glissando

2010-07-11T23:23:00.005+08:00

The most famous clarinet opening in history.

What is this pain I feel in the vicinity of my gut? I felt it when I went back and read about Katja. Kat the engineer/tinker/ mechanical genius/angel.

Angel.

BLAST FORM THE PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAST

Jesus loves me, this I know; because the bible tells me so

SO SUCK THAT INFIDEL BIATCH

Philosophy taking shape. Being bothered less and less by what's important. That's a good thing, you know. Always remember to sweat the small stuff. And remember, it's all small stuff [citation needed].

OrgPsy is proving to be a nightmare of non-thought. Unlike science, this shit reeks of business management and accounting. It's nothing much more than learning BA, with a short "HOW CAN PSYCHOLOGY BE APPLIED TO THIS PIECE OF COMMONSENSE MASQUERADING AS SCIENCE?" at the end.

It's a joke.

Watching the World Cup has reminded me again how everyone's national anthems seem to have been composed for symphonies, as a rousing testament to the pride of a nation.

The Malaysian anthem is a plagiarized tune that traces its roots back to a band concert and a French lyricist.

I hate my country.

They're actually bothered that someone used that shit for rap. I swear, Negaraku is the only national anthem that makes me feel embarrassed.

I should do a full post on why my country sucks. And why Najib telling people to "Jangan syiok sendiri" is a fucking NEWS HEADLINE.

Actually true also laaaaaa, Muslims cannot syiok sendiri, it's called zina tangan.

Quick, someone come up with an ISA joke!

Hulk Faaart

2010-07-10T19:17:00.003+08:00

I have to question the rationale of being denied, on the grounds of ethics, the right to burn at the stake, right here on my blog, people I consider unworthy of the right to reproduce.

Tchyeah, that's Darwin's comma syndrome worming through my brain. Six lines or more without a period anywhere in sight. Slowest reading of all, even slower than Austen. Fart.

If I start writing about the various contemptible people in my life, I'd have material for three thousand words [citation needed].

AND I HAVE NO ETHICS ANYWAY.

Stupid fucking background.

Yes, I go there to look for material on the harmonious coexistence of chronic inanity and infantile naivete, which I set aside, to be used in constructing discourses at a later date.

The thing that just eats me from the inside is that if I were to light the fire, I could keep going for weeks and I still wouldn't lose a straight argument.

Not from a bunch of Christians, anyway. Zing.

And not when I'm declaring an ad hominem war right from the outset. I'm questioning your character and your right to have children, you stupid, inane shitpads.

You are significant only as snark bait and cannon fodder.

Ridiculously overused counterattack: BUT IF THEY IS INSIGNIFICANT WHY YOU STILL CARE WHAT THEY SAY

Suggesting that being just significant enough for me to aim my ass at them is somehow a fucking victory on their part. Remember to aim high, kids.

Actually fuck that shit, I'm a Creationist when it comes to my place in relation to yours. Moses made me superior, BECAUSE I'M SPECIAL.

Or was it I'm special because Moses created me?

Haha circular logic.

Fight Me, You Cur

2010-07-07T01:53:00.003+08:00

Because I am a HARDCORE

Attention whore

I just did that to make the rhyming obvious. I write fucking poems, yo.

I was fine for a while. I've spent about four or five hours on the computer doing nothing today. If I pass, it will be a miracle.

Perpetrated by a benevolent God.

Just don't ask me which one. It's hard to tell, they all have the right combination of truth (their Holy Books say so) and batshit insanity (talking serpents and child rape).

am I going to stop this constant referencing religion (and my contempt for it)? You betcha skyfriend I'm not.

It's fun.

The freedom I'm getting is like being able to run naked after generations of clothes.

Analogy fail. But fuck the fuck, it's liberating to be able to point at peoples' beliefs and treat them like the opinions they are. That is, to take a square dump on them.

Nobody gets angry if you shit on Santa.

Also, the poem at the top provides the rest of the reasons.

I was fine until I started studying. Then I yawned and shit.

By the way, my lecturers are mostly confused people.

There Is Such Pain

2010-07-06T16:53:00.004+08:00

Wonder why most of the 104 songs I rated 5-stars in my iTunes are emotional ones.

Go on.

No, I mean go on, go wonder. That was an order.

Oh, Gackt's Last Song. See? I told you.

By the way, Dinesh D'Souza is a fucktard. Not that I know why (yet), I just like to call Creationists fucktards. I'm usually right even without evidence.

But after Monday I'm going to be holed up in some internet cafe somewhere.

The pain is terrible. Really, really terrible. I just wish things would fall into place. I guess God only comes to those who believes in him.

And he's real to people who believe in him.

Because he's Santa.

Ichigo Mashimaro, final episode.

I just with things would fall into place.

It Was A Dark And Stormy Night.

2010-07-05T00:46:00.003+08:00

"For the first month of Ricardo and Felicity's affair, they greeted one another at every stolen rendezvous with a kiss--a lengthy, ravenous kiss, Ricardo lapping and sucking at Felicity's mouth as if she were a giant cage-mounted water bottle and he were the world's thirstiest gerbil."

This year's Bulwer-Lytton grand prize winner.

Slight sleep tonight, if I'm lucky. I'm less worried about DevPsych than SocPsych now. I might die before Wednesday.

Actually dying is a pretty peachy option compared to failing a paper.

Yeah, that's how it is. I'm sorry, I was brought up that way, so fuck off.

Dittersdorf is playing so often in my head that it's positively annoying the fuck out of me. I really, really like the first movement, but that apparently is one really too many because now I want to rip out my brain, except that I need it to fail a paper by next Monday.

Not to mention my iPod got lost somewhere between the States and my room. I have slim hopes that the post office, or even customs, will be able to help me. I have no faith in the government.

Fuck off, political activist teens. I have no faith in bureaucracies in general, so your opinions on how bad the Government is can go to that dark corner where nobody needs to care about it.

And that doesn't apply to me, because I don't have opinions. I only have absolute, infallible truths. When the Rapture doesn't happen, remember, you heard about it not happening first at Twisted Ramblings of a Spent Mind.

I'm going to spend the rest of the night getting acquainted with Erikson, Piaget and Vygotsky. I'm interested in Erikson because he was a psychoanalyst and therefore batshit insane.

According to the Bible, batshit insane is exactly what you need to be one with god.

So yeah.

Oboe Concerto in G, LA 42 - 1. Maestoso
Karl Ditters von Dittersdorf
Oboe: Heinz Holliger
Camerata Bern, conducted by Thomas Füri

Postscript: jesus fucking christ, people are fucking retarded, and like a train wreck, I can't tear my eyes away from them. I can't stop reading about retards.

Let Me File That Under S

2010-07-04T18:01:00.004+08:00

S for "who gives a shit?" because I can't give a shit about Piaget and Erikson and Vygotsky.

I don't even like children, and as far as I'm concerned, children are retarded. After some time, though, they grow up, and enter the realm of adults. Those that survive their stupid times, gullible and impressionable, will enter the rest of the world.

Those that don't will enter the Sun-U Anime Club.

Childhood is, as far as I'm concerned, just a time where one must exploit the child's inherent weakness, that is their tendency to take what they're told as truth, and introduce them to the beauty of God.

Make them Christian, because everyone knows Islam is fake.

Haha, kidding, actually it's all true.

WHAT? THEY'RE NOT ALL TRUE?

Fuck you you tactless bastard, why can't we all live in peace together? Who gives a shit if every religion in the world says they're right, everyone has a right to believe what they want!

Pure irony that the most vocal defenders of religion are the moderate atheists.

I'm looking at a Malay kid at the next table, and I want to smash his face in with a meat tenderizer.

I'd rather study apes than the human race. At least you're allowed to start off with "apes are fucking stupid", so there's no disappointment. If they use a stick to grab a bunch of bananas, it's just fucking EPIC.

With humans, you can't. You have to start with "EVERYONE HAS HIS OR HER OWN STRENGTHS!" so you're disappointed when some retard at the next table decides that everyone in the coffee shop wants to hear Akon singing with his balls in a vice. And you have to make sure that youm "keep an open mind" and try to explain away why your 6-year-old cousin is actually developing normally even though he can't tie his fucking shoelaces without his Indonesian maid's help.

I just want to pass this term. I'm done with studying midget people whose norm of intelligence is clinically retarded. I'm done dealing with biased lecturers.

But I'm going to fail, because my mother is always right.

You Stupid Fucking Godheads

2010-07-01T23:32:00.007+08:00

There was an essay on morality and the extent to which we should subvert others to our standards of morality, but that got lost somewhere in my ass of a brain.

The point here is that...actually that got lost too, somewhere in the pools of sick that I feel like puking out through my motherfucking eye sockets.

Fuck Malaysia, and fuck Islam.

Religion is the only thing in the entire world that claims to know a moral absolute, that cesspool full of hypocrisy, where fucking an underage girl is something acceptable because it's Prophet Fucking Mohammad and it's his fucking era.

There is no moral absolute in holy books filled with morality RELATIVE to the times they refer to.

Or would you have us let you marry a 9 year old like Aisha, because your prophet did so?

Oh no wait, I made a mistake there. Some sources say she was ten at the time when she experienced some wholesome, religious statutory rape.

There is no moral absolute to be found in any fucking religion, yet I am subjected, day after day after fucking day to morality borne out of some holy book shoved forcefully (as opposed to shoved willingly) up my anus by a bunch of hypocrites known to the rest of the world as Malays.

This is MY fucking country, and is constitutionally SE-CU-LAR. In what gorefucked way am I supposed to be subjected to levels of decency that are uniquely Asian? This is exactly why kissing is censored on national TV, and "non excessive sex scenes" means "kissing, but no tongue!"

This rant goes nowhere, because nobody fucking listens anyway. It's not that nobody gives a shit, it's that everybody who can make a difference is NOT a pussy only when they have NO fucking power.

Also because religion is accorded its rightful place above scrutiny, where it can pull out its horse penis at any fucking second and rape human rights anytime it wants. Fuck Islam, because this happens to be a hypocritically "secular" state where every scream of "public decency lah" comes from some sex-deprived Malay.

You know for all your cries about the death of decency, you people seem to be having a lot of children. As well as sex scandals.

I was thinking about where rules and regulations about "preserving morality, decency and discipline" come from, but every time I try, I end up going backwards to where our laws and expectations come from.

Our standards of morality comes from that place where everyone looks to to find a standard of morality: religion. they pick up a holy book, flip through it, and decide that "this is right!", before coming to a "compromise" decided on between religious crackpots on one side, and politically-motivated pussies who defer their testicles in favour of a disproportionate respect for other people's beliefs, retarded as those beliefs may be, as much in violation of the Human Rights Charter as those beliefs may be.

The West isn't indecent and degraded. It's fucking enlightened about the whole idea of culture and human rights.

"Our culture" does not come from what you say it should be, it comes from what people do.

If we all decide to start fucking in public, THAT'S OUR CULTURE.

"Goes against our culture" is quite simply "goes against my religion, which you're subjected to because this is a Muslim country so help me Allah."

I loathe religion now. Everything I loathe in the stupidity of "The System" comes from a disproportionate respect accorded to some religious belief.

The Failure of Logic(al Rebuttal)

2010-06-29T21:28:00.003+08:00

I just discovered that there are people who "know" that vaccination programmes are a conspiracy by various government and/or pharmaceutical companies to make money, (ironically) spread disease, and a host of other crap.

As a result of too much sugar in my Americano, I'm getting heart palpitations. I also just realized something.

The Christian doctrine that Jesus had to die for our sins, that's something I can't fight against, and I really think I shouldn't have to.

Like the whole vaccination-conspiracy theory, the idiocy of such a statement should be readily apparent. I mean, ask a regular, sane Christian if they thought the natural health movement (yeah, that's right, they have a name) were a bunch of dickwads and they would say...no.

I mean they would probably not call them dickwads, but they'd very probably agree that they were nuts.

But ask those same people if they thought God had to come down as his own son and sacrifice himself to himself unjustly for the sake of absolving humanity of sin that God made unavoidable before raising himself up to heaven where he could be himself again for the rest of eternity was true, and they would say they did.

If they didn't, they'd be going to hell, so suck that.

The truth is that I can't attack or counter-argue that point. My mind implodes, and suddenly I sputter and ~~whale fat~~ blubber from sheer incredulity.

I used to think that I was good at arguing. I now realize the only reason I was good at it (was, note that) was because I argued on things like "Why Cybercafes Are Not Dens Of Evil For Schoolchildren".

I first noticed I'd lost my edge when I just made weird noises in response to a friend of my mother's telling me that I didn't know anything, because I didn't know that the government is hiding the fact that AIDS was transferable through saliva from the public because they don't tell you everything anyway.

The Government doesn't tell you that AIDS spreads through saliva.

It's this level of incredulity, THIS LEVEL, that just shuts down my logical processes and makes me unable to form a retort more coherent than "ah bubba bubba gurgle bluh buuuh fug".

Jesus Christ On Fire

2010-06-29T13:38:00.002+08:00

Jesus statue burned to the ground by God.

A link to The Carapace. Nice blog, I'll get to linking it. Sometime. Eventually.

On a side note, I never knew Meddings was gay. But that's not surprising, cause he's an atheist. I bet he doesn't parade that fact around cause he knows homosexuality is a bad thing.

Origin is slow fucking reading. I wish my brain could get over the stupid idea that it's like studying, because every time I read it, I start to yawn. It's not boring, I just yawn every time I study. It's like a reflex action.

Like how every time I see a Jane Austen book, I fart.

Fart.

Haha, fart.

Haha, I said fart.

I was caught thinking of what people think of, just now. It seems strange. I mix a lot with people who spend their time thinking, and they've got lots to think about.

So there I was, thinking about thinking, when that thought struck me. Specifically, the people who tell me I think too much. What do they think about? Do they spend less time thinking? Because if they don't, they've got all this...time, this whole space they have to fill up with less.

Of course, I'm not implying they're hypocrites, these bloody hypocrites, I'm just wondering what they do with their time.

It feels like the moment I discover how to fill up more space with less matter, I'll discover what goes on in the heads of these people.

...

I want to rant about people who tell me I think too much, but the truth is, my anger is not was it used to be. Least, my thought processes aren't what they used to be. Right now any attempt at THINKING about that remarkable remark just cause an implosion of braaaaaain, and that's it, I can't think for shit.

I'm not thinking for shit.

Apart from thinking too damn little, what would convince someone that thinking more was a bad thing?

Someone actually once told me that if thinking gives me stress, I should "stop and do something else lah."

And leave it to God to deal with it for me, I suppose. You fucking creationist.

Exams soon. Studying is of utmost importance, but my daily thoughts, in no particular order, are:

- Jack Daniels

- Assassin's Creed

- I need some goddamned mushrooms for my Mushroom Garden, not another Jalapeno.

- Moses, my balls are itchy.

- I inherited genes for stupidity.

- "All twiddidinkies are priced to go!"

- Hitler was an atheist, despite killing all those Juden as part of God's will.

Actually I don't think of those on a daily basis. My daily thoughts are mushrooms, zombies, Zen Garden, Jack Daniels, fuck I need to study, Assassin's Creed, and I need to take a shit.

This blog, by the way, is like taking a shit. And people apparently don't like it when I take a shit on their heads.

By The Way

2010-06-25T23:36:00.002+08:00

Neck stiff.

Six hours straight of Assassin's Creed. Needed that, even if it's just at a CC.

I'm going to hate tomorrow onwards.

So.

2010-06-25T16:48:00.002+08:00

Anyone can look good in a "model photoshoot". All you have to do is call all the critics "haters" and voila, you're gorgeous.

This came out of going to Facebook and thinking, "Shee-it, girl. You're UGLY."

Because that made me think of all the idealistic, hypocritical, moronic people I know who'll react with a variation of "Oh my god why you so mean one?????"

Question mark key jamming actually happens in real speech, people.

I don't even remember why I'm here. Apart from spending the next five hours on Assassin's Creed.

I can't even convert Ann Nie to Suga-ism. How am I going to shake people's faith in God, and watch them lose everything they've ever cared about?

I am a failure.

Suga Still Beats All Three Perfume Girls.

2010-06-23T21:37:00.003+08:00

Suga, Suga, Suga.

Also, where the fuck is my drunk?

Double neat apparently don't do it.

BUT I NEED TO TALK SENSE

Alcohol gives me clarity of thought.

Burp, smell Jackie Dan, Jack Danny Boy, whatever, I'm not cool enough to drink without looking like a fuck.

Burp, watch more Suga videos, orgasm.

Last part may or may not be true.

Metaphorically.

Now excuse me, I need to go ruin my friendships.

America

2010-06-22T13:09:00.004+08:00

Group photo.

Seeing it gives me a familiar clench in my stomach.

The kind that comes before I see my entire lunch laid out in front of me.

In reverse.

You know frankly, I'm getting used to the contempt. It's good to know that some things don't change.

Every gulp of caffe americano takes about two minutes to hit me, and then I can actually tangibly feel the caffeine rush.

Word count stands at approximately 380.

Origin is interesting in its simplicity now. Very easy to latch on to the writing style, too.

My goal right now is to make sure my lecturer gets so confused by the commas I actually almost fail the paper.

Why am I writing? I mean, to put it simply, who gives a shit?

I need to kill this blog, so that when I post again, my posts will become magically of a higher quality.

...

Haha, just kidding. Stupid people still write stupid, really.

Wednesday for the dramatics.

This Is An Excerpt From My Journal

2010-06-21T21:40:00.001+08:00

Dear diary,

Fuck you.

The Fuuuuuuuuuuuck.

2010-06-21T18:09:00.003+08:00

I could get used to the Caffe Americano.

What was I supposed to say? Oh yeah.

"Every time I log into Facebook, I think of Hitler."

Lots of these people shouldn't be allowed to breed.

Hi Qayum, welcome to my blog. You'll find I use names here. Yours too, if you haven't noticed.

I'm sure you haven't. Take some time to process my sarcasm. They're the epitome of subtlety, I hear. Subtle like a sack of potatoes trying to break your cheekbone as gently as possible.

I simply cannot comprehend why anyone would want to read my blog and notify everyone I mention here that they're being mentioned. Like that would make any difference.

Like everyone doesn't already know I hate them.

Actually they don't, but I'm trying to be diplomatic here. Mentally handicapped people apparently deserve more respect that religious people.

I don't try to make people hate me, you must understand. I just happen to have a problem telling an inbred would-be intellectual who was quite possibly supplied with carbon monoxide instead of oxygen during infancy that he's actually not as stupid as people say he is.

I don't have to, actually. It's not that no one calls him stupid except me, it's that he doesn't understand that they're talking about him.

Look me in the eyyyyyyes, autistic child.

PACKAGE STILL NOT HERE

I FINISHED K-ON

ESSAY 231/3000

I'm A Monotheist

2010-06-16T10:45:00.002+08:00

You know that video where some Guangzhou woman steps on a kitten slowly?

Yeah I'm going to go look for Christians, show them the video, and then when they go "wtf man kill da bitch" Imma go "ey yo fuck you man God made you to have DOMINION OVER ANIMALS retard"

Genesis 1:26.

Ill-informed potshot at Christians, but I don't care cause I'm anti-establishment.

When the fuck did anti-religion become synonymous with anti-establishment? Shit.

A Lesson In Logic

Premise 1: Children and parents experience an increase in conflict during their adolescent years.

Premise 2: Adolescents are frequently rebellious.

Conclusion : Adolescents rebel because they're like that. They all James Dean with they Rebel Without A Cause bullshit, yo.

Logical extension: The more they rebel, the parents are to finding the perfect parenting method.

QED.

You know what it's like to starve?

No you don't. No, you fucking don't.

I swear to god, me daddy pay him taxes like a good citizen.

Actually, arguing loses its point once you realize that the other side doesn't fucking understand what you're saying, and is rebuking an argument they think you're making.

They just don't get it.

In another area, it's amazing how people I know are crashing and burning, and things I knew a year ago are no more. It's nice to see people describing themselves as regular while striving repeatedly to prove that they're pretty damn different.

I'm just a regular guy on a regular street trying to be somebody.

That's not particularly oxymoronic, except when you figure that these people aren't proving that they can be different, they're proving that they are different. Here and now, they are regular, unique people.

EVERYONE is just a regular person who just fucking hates being part of a trend. And they prove this by being exactly like every fucking one else.

Being simple and stupid's gotta help your cause, though.

Home is where the heart is, and fortunately (or unfortunately), I think with my God-given brain.

Praise Jesus!

Point Me To A Rooftop. It's For A Project.

2010-06-14T10:04:00.002+08:00

I can no longer write. There's so much fragmentation in my thought processes that I can no longer write anything about anything.

Last resort is to write anything about nothing.

Cultural differences is a viable reason for parenting style differences.

It's a hilarious reason when the differences have nothing to do with culture.

Don't whistle, it'll attract ghosts.

My Moleskine should be filled with so much ink now that I'd be able to squeeze an inkpot out of it.

But it's only got 23 written pages.

There's really nothing worth writing about except distracted reflections. And I don't even reflect properly anymore.

Not without pure evil intent creeping into the cracks that form in every regular thought.

There's no happy ending. Movies have been fucking lying to me since I was born.

The only unpredictable thing happening right now is my Diablo II in Nightmare difficulty. My Necro's already gotten himself killed twice by an attention lapse of a couple of seconds. There's such an adrenaline rush of trying to run from a Holy Freeze aura but finding that YOU CAN'T CAUSE YOU'RE FROZEN!

Because really, even the control is predictable. Their fear is practically materializing in front of me like a shapeless gelatinous monster hell bent on digesting me slowly over the course of a million years.

"You think just because you LOOOOOVE a girl you can just convert ah? Your parents' religion is always better!"

In retrospect, while my wild goose chase was ill informed, it wasn't regrettable. And it gave me the chance to hear a line that will perpetually be at my disposal if and when I ever need the drive to stab someone in the eye with a knife handle.

And that line was sparked by a girl dropping off a letter at my house.

Movie plotlines off my list:

- Chasing dreams

- Cultural differences

- Bureaucratic oppression

I'm also taking down all the mirrors I have.

2010-06-07T19:32:00.002+08:00

Heraclitus of Ephesus.

I know now why you weep.

I wish I was born a fucking Nazi. They gassed people classified as "imbeciles". They got that fucking right.

Right the

first

fucking

time.

"Personally, when it comes to rights, I think one of two things is true: I think either we have unlimited rights, or we have no rights at all. Personally, I lean toward unlimited rights - I feel, for instance, I have the right to do anything I please. But, if I do something you don't like, I think you have the right to kill me. So where you gonna find a fairer fucking deal than that? So the next time some asshole says to you, "I have a right to my opinion," you say, "Oh yeah? Well, I have a right to my opinion, and my opinion is that you have no right to your opinion." Then shoot the fuck and walk away!" ~George Carlin~

And that is what I think of the sanctity of your fucking opinion, bitch.

Thank you and good night.

Thinking After Hours

2010-06-03T23:39:00.002+08:00

What sick god would hate bacon, in all its haram glory?

All the best looking women are taken by God. God loves his Creationist hoes.

My hair is so long it gives me eye infections.

Deleting retards from my Facebook would include deleting about 40% of my contacts and 75% of the anime club members.

Uni would be nice if it didn't involve passing paper exams by Indian lecturers who hide their stupidity behind their humour and attitude.

See something on BHPetrol. I smell immigrants at work here. Watch that blog for a morally moderate comment reminiscent of something that used to be smart.

Yo momma so fat, Jabba the Hutt said, "DAYUUUUMMMMM!"

I like Ted Bundy. Wikipedia's article on him makes me feel all happy and stuff.

Past three a.m., shit starts to get a little hazy and intelligence starts to fail.

It might not be the right time. I might not be the right one. But there's something about us I want to say, cause there's something between us anyway.

Why does Shine think Alex is the best in class for DevPsych? What joo been smoking?

Humane capital punishment is an ironic oxymoron, redundancy fully intended.

I work better under pressure, but I'm getting increasingly desensitized to stressful situations.

Why is the Goring in Der Untergang so damn fat? I know Goring was fat, but dayyyuuuummm.

If I get a Korg X50, I won't even want a decent car anymore.

But it's not touch-sensitive :(

The Casio WK-110, half the price and touch sensitive, but 7kg.

But the X50 is sexy.

Back home with a stock of journals for a shower and productivity.

I need to use less words in life.

School of Health and Natural Sciences ftw.

2010-06-03T22:13:00.002+08:00

I'm drawing hope and good spirits from the fact that the SHNS has wifi, lights and air movement all night long, unlike the foyer.

Thought 1: A miser is someone who'd rather (you) die than spend his money.

Thought 2: Sun-U's admin is miserly.

Thought 3: I'm getting hit with a sense of deja-vu. Feels like a roundhouse from Chuck Norris.

It's okay to be fat. It's not okay to be fat and emo.

Fat-ugly-emo just makes me want to jump on the eugenics bandwagon.

Stop feeding the trolls. Like, literally.

And stop giving fat-ugly-emos costumes outside of a circus freakshow, because then they'd be called cosplayers, upon which the universe will puke, but since the universe is the limit as far as physical puke is concerned, the universe will implode and reverse itself, causing both the big bang and the much more theoretical big crunch at the same time.

My point is that fat ugly emo cosplayers will end the universe. Beware.

Off to being bitter and non-sexually frustrated.

Oh, and my ass needs doing.

Break Break

2010-05-31T14:19:00.002+08:00

This post will be in several fragments. And I'm going to write it over three hours.

Because that matters a lot. After all my posts are always so coherent.

I visit that blog frequently in order to hate everything about the author.

I visit other blogs to remember what kind of shit I'm in.

Fucking supportive friends I got.

Glee's second album has been out for something like ever now.

Just sayin' I didn't forget, y'know.

Today's SocPsy lecture is about conformity.

"Never attribute to malice that which is adequately explained by stupidity." ~Robert Hanlon

Not really conencted, but it illustrates what's in my head now.

My train of thought is frequently a train wreck of thought.

Remember, kids. Chavinism is blatant sexism, but don't say a damned thing about feminism!

Stupid people who think having a vagina makes penises obsolete. Fucktards.

Speaking of fucktards, religion is blatant conformity and the shutdown of logical reasoning, but hey, WHAT THE FUCK man you dissing religion! Don't you FUCKING DARE, you TACTLESS DICK, you must always RESPECT other peoples' beliefs, or it's JUST PLAIN WRONG.

What the hell, man? Why do you care what people believe in, just leave them be!

Joan of Arc, aka Joan d'Arc, aka la Pucelle, signed her letters "Jehanne". Wonderful, Englishmen. Everyone speaks English or you make them.

Not to diss the English, I love them. No asshole is like the English asshole.

Fuck religion. People think they're smart, and when I disagree with them I magically pick up a "stupid" or "inflexible" reputation.

Need To Stop

2010-05-26T23:00:00.003+08:00

Looking at keyboards.

Fighting for a raise.

Hating humanity.

Playing Diablo II when there's shit to do.

Liking Korg for its fucking awesome look.

Oh hey, Mugi's Triton Extreme 76 caught my eye.

Oh, out of production. Haha, like my Silvia.

The world, she dicks me over again like the slutty transvestite she is.

I should not look at keyboards I like.

Should look at prices and buy cheaper stuff.

That's how I got Dreamcast not PS2.

But the X50 has the same character as the RGX A2.

Must stop looking at keyboards on the internet.

Getting tired of being bitter. But I'll be fine after I get some sleep.

Sometime in the next two years, possibly.

Ye, Kak.

2010-05-26T17:31:00.003+08:00

I'm told people read my blog and report back to Mr. Nasruddin whenever I say something about him.

In other words, I'm that famous.

You people need to get a life that doesn't involve watching mine.

I finally got into my game for the SocPsy experiment. I did the last four well enough to make two of them walk out in anger.

The last four, out of twenty, over a span of two weeks.

Fucking epic, the time I take to understand the dynamics of provocation. I only get into my game for real when the experiment run is ending.

I'm going to commit myself to a lifetime of agony.

Yes, I'm fucked up. That dinner at TGIF will stay in my memory for a long time, especially that bloody cockroach on the wall. Oh, and the painful truths that kept coming at me.

I'm worried sick, 赤いウサギ.

Korg, Casio, Yamaha, Roland.