My Guilty Pleasure

I should really stop this bad habit of arguing on the internet. Its so childish and petty its embarrassing. On top of that Facebook have this setting that might as well just yell out loud what colour of panties you're wearing (not that am wearing any, mind you). The setting which allows just about the whole world to fucking know what the fuck are you losing your mind over.

Case in point where there was this dumb orang puteh twat who apparently doesn't have the mental capacity to grasp the simple concept of sarcasm came and attack me on my own timeline. lol. I mean seriously dude what the fuck. Grow the fuck up. Well I was planning to share what the so called 'insult' was - but it makes me blush to even say it out loud. Lets just say that Aisyah, my niece could have insulted me better.

But more to the point, STOP ARGUING OVER THE INTERNET saiko!!! Because your FRIENDS know. Everybody DOES!!!!

And mostly because - and I quote "arguing over the internet is like paralympic, even if you win you're still retarded". 

Shit. That was unnecessarily mean but truth all the same.

But again, I'm only human and I like to live dangerously. Just like I'd like to resume my morning nap while the clock hits 7.45 a.m on weekdays, my blood just boils over these supposedly unnecessary gibberish.

So. My advise would be.

The Flipside

Verse 1: The current State

I laugh in the company of numbers
I cry in the rain in the dark, this numbness

I picked this road, I made the choice
I wrote this song, am gonna give it a voice

Prodigies are birthed outside the vicinity of sane
Truly beautiful rhythms are forged only with pain

Verse 2: The alter Ego

Things will look up again
For even heroes were at one point a villain.

Hence live.
Not leave.

For..

Prodigies are birthed outside the realm of sane
& truly beautiful rhythms are forged only with pain

Babi

For the past couple of days I'm filled with pent up energy, explainable anger. The littlest of things could send me flipping. Someone didn't put the wiper up back on my Kancil. I feel like turning the house upside down. The pissy stray cats peed on my sandal and on my bike's seat (albeit suspectedly) I feel like tearing all the furs from its skin and peel it alive.

The problem with me is I dunno what was the cause. 

I'm mad at everyone and everything and even I wasn't spared. I am pissed at myself at so many things that I didn't lost count. I lost me at I dunno where.

That was until I chanced upon an article at a Manchester United blog.

Now it all comes to me. In heavy blocks and icebergs. When it doesn't, its forty-deserts-drought but when it rains it fuckin' pours.

Now I fuckin' know why I am so angry. Fuckin' United.

What the fuck is Van Gaal doing losing a game we're supposed to win and not to mention is there for the taking. Fucking stop with the experiments already. I want fucking results.

God I should really hire a shrink so that I may scream at their faces and bite their heads off.

What Could Have Been

Whats this empty feeling ? Feels like a part of me was lost. I sat down staring at the computer screen. Long. Lost. I miss our time together. I missed the fights, the adventures and most importantly the wackiness. 

I guess I shall never have the same feeling again.

I got up at nights walking in and out of nightmares. Crying at what could have been.

I missed you.

Please do not click here..

Untuk Segalanya

A friend forwarded me this.

Sedih.

Terima kasih Malaysia Airports. 

Untuk segalanya.

Good Riddance To A Good Grief

Hahahahahh. Stevie G calling it quits at the end of the season. About time. Further developments (mockeries) to be updated soon.

Thank You 2014

You know I didn't plan on writing this post. This new year-y post. I'm not a big fan of these 'azam baru' themed writings and sayings. For me, the passing of one year to the next is just some more additions to the numbers that I will be filling at the 'age' column in some BR1M form or whatever. Just formalities. But whatever.

But then I got up this morning and the first article I read mentions Steven Gerrard's slip: A fucking fail (well, I might have added a few superlatives here and there, but you get the drift).

After a so-so personal year and my Duly Beloved crashing out of the Premier League contention as early as the start of 2014. Top that up with Liverfuckingpools fans constantly reminding us of our failures. And to watch them gloat day in day out, understandably so, after years and years of mid table mediocrity. Not to fucking mention the elephant in the room, the pitiful fact that they HAVE NEVER fucking won the Premier League. I got up and thank God for Stevie G, the slipper.

2014 may have been plain, bordering on bad. But that slip alone. Enough to put a broad smile on my face. What makes the slip so special is the fact this dumb cunt had made a glorious Lord of The Rings kind of speech prior to the slip, thinking that he's running away with the title. So to celebrate the end of a good year.

Here's the transcript of the speech:

"This does not fucking slip now. This does not fucking slip now. Listen. Listen. This is gone. We go Norwich exactly the same. We go again. Come on!!!!"

Then he slipped.

And the rest is, as the say history.

To look at those cheering Liverpool fans. Taunting celebrations as if they had won it. Ha ha. What a joy to behold, the dumbfounded, befuddled feces, I mean faces.

If 2014 was a girl, she's a thick glassed 5.5 or a 6 at best. But when you take away the glass, she suddenly is the talk of the town. A girl next door who you never knew existed is making you hide behind the counter, scared shitless to go talk to her and making a fool out of yourself.

Yep, 2014 was a plain year. But when you put that slip alone. 2014 has been a wonderful wonderful year.

So to commemorate what has been a wonderful year. Here are some of the best reactions from the internet in regards of the almighty slip.

Gerrard's heat map. Whoever came up with this is just plain genius.

Another very good one.

HAHAHAH. Come Ryan. Cut the boy some slacks.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

And to end on a high note

2014. Wow.