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Sunday, November 25, 2007

My mum was involved in Osaka bin Raiden-Raising-Project

Was browsing through some old photos in my mum's drawer a few moments ago and stumbled upon this photo album labeled "Top Secret", and I found...


I found junior Osaka bin Raiden!!! He was seen happily triggering himself with the... erm... laser-equipped M16-Mongolian made Seventy Sixers Pineapple whatever, during the... Chinese New Year!!?? O.O

I've been kicking some arses...

Yea the sickness is slowly killing me off, but thanks to it I had managed to apply leave from work. If you're wondering what have I been doing these few days... I've been watching some kickass anime.

Seriously kickass...

Yes, anime anime anime, that's all I am doing currently, and that all I can do currently.

So long.

Saturday, November 24, 2007

PMS?

If an earthquake of degree 8 is the strongest mankind ever had throughout the centuries, then I guess my heavy headache these few days would be of degree 9. I just don't get what the hell is wrong with me, I'm even worse than a girl with PMS, nowadays I fall sick for several times in a month. There will be no update further on, I shall rest.

Linkin Park: Tell me what the fcuk is wrong with me...

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

The fatal effect of obesity

Obesity is a condition in which the natural energy reserve, stored in the fatty tissue of humans and other mammals, is increased to a point where it is associated with certain health conditions or increased mortality.


Although obesity is an individual clinical condition, it is increasingly viewed as a serious and growing public health problem: excessive body weight has been shown to predispose to various diseases, particularly cardiovascular diseases, diabetes mellitus type 2, sleep apnea and osteoarthritis.

Being overly-exposed to the digital world and stress are two causes to obesity to be named.


Some of the deadly effects of obesity on human are:
  • Cardiovascular: congestive heart failure, enlarged heart and its associated arrhythmias and dizziness, cor pulmonale, varicose veins, and pulmonary embolism
  • Endocrine: polycystic ovarian syndrome (PCOS), menstrual disorders, and infertility
  • Gastrointestinal: gastroesophageal reflux disease (GERD), fatty liver disease, cholelithiasis (gallstones), hernia, and colorectal cancer
  • Renal and genitourinary: erectile dysfunction,[15] urinary incontinence, chronic renal failure,[16] hypogonadism (male), breast cancer (female), uterine cancer (female), stillbirth
  • Integument (skin and appendages): stretch marks, acanthosis nigricans, lymphedema, cellulitis, carbuncles, intertrigo
  • Musculoskeletal: hyperuricemia (which predisposes to gout), immobility, osteoarthritis, low back pain
  • Neurologic: stroke, meralgia paresthetica, headache, carpal tunnel syndrome, dementia,[17] idiopathic intracranial hypertension
  • Respiratory: dyspnea, obstructive sleep apnea, hypoventilation syndrome, Pickwickian syndrome, asthma
  • Psychological: Depression, low self esteem, body dysmorphic disorder, social stigmatization
However, recent studies have proven that, SOMEhow, by SOME way, obesity is being seen as the major reason behind... the enlargement of spectacles. This is usually detected by the symptoms of spectacles changing form to become heavier, larger, and sometimes, darker if the main source of excessive fat comes from chocolate ice-cream.

Before After

After Before

The wearer of the heavily inflicted victim will often feel as if he has become heavier, much heavier, and that the world has become heavier, much heavier too. Other effect includes narrower eyesight because of added fat tissues on the both side of the spectacles and might result in serious accidents in the future.


Apart from the effects stated, the wearer also suffers from having to bear with his fatter, thus uglier look, for at least another 4 years of his life span.

Please click here and donate to save these sorry arses this poor little kid.

Saturday, November 17, 2007

This is one mother-fcuker-board

It was supposed to be a good news and I was supposed to be happy about it, that my dear laptop came back to me yesterday night from HP Tower. Nope you heard me right, that my laptop went for repair, AGAIN god damn it.

The moment I booted up my baby I was still having in fear that something might happen and I wouldn't want to think what's that "something" (you know, I got some nasty virus back from their so called "HQ"last time, HQ my foot). However everything seemed okay to me, for the first few minutes.


Everything seemed fine, and no virus. I was relieved. BUT, guess what startled me when I was busy putting everything on track. I was greeted with an on screen note:

"He" somehow, doesn't look like a beach to me.

Alright I'll admit it, it's obvious that I made that up myself (my signature nightmare-ish drawing skill). But again, the fat damn point here is, I requested the bill from my dad and I saw the bullsh*t again, THAT bullsh*t again! I was so pissed, until now.

Cause if you still recalled (if you ever knew) the first time I sent in my laptop for repair not more than 1 month ago, it was because of various hardware failures, including DVD Writer and the MOTHERBOARD. And guess what's wrong this time? That MOTHER-FCUKING-BOARD again! Man, if it was other hardwares' problems I wouldn't be so surprised and pissed, I started to doubt what did they put inside my laptop the first time they fixed it, I bet it was really a mother-fcuker-board, sorry for the rudeness.

Please, please eat it


I beg of you, please.

I wanted to get rid of this piece of sh*t, but... It doesn't even seem fit.


Oh sh*t, you know me well.

I couldn't live without this beach, for now. I will/have to/must bear with it for at least another 10 years.



On second thought, it was really a nice feeling getting to type on this beach again. I prefer laptop's keyboard than desktop's, nice.

And again, sorry for my bad mouth/hands.

Thursday, November 15, 2007

Fill in the blankS

贪玩是我的本性

Been seeing many people "fooling" around so happily with this "poll" thing since centuries ago and started to feel being "left out" if I don't do this. I'll start with a simple one, really simple. Please support (it's a serious survey to get feedback as to know how people thinks nowadays), and thank you.

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Want want too sack ken's on a "perfectly-functional-mouse"


My last known best record was 111 seconds IN MY OWN LAPTOP using MY OWN MOUSE (optical). And here... I played with a CHRIST!-IT'S-A-NOSTALGIC-OLD-SCHOOL-ROLLER!!! And what's more, it's super cacated =.= Very unresponsive. But I was surprised I still managed to get 112 seconds, CHEERS~

(Shyt... Raining heavily... Can't go home T.T)

Gaya, Mutu, Keunggulan



I just couldn't believe it with my own balls and hands... What the hell, I touched it with my own hands!!! I feel so guilty now. As most of you know, I detest smokers. But one thing, you can hate smokers, cigarettes and such, but you CAN'T hate your boss (well literally, you just can't). In case you are wondering, I was asked to buy my boss a packet of Dunhill (large!!!) just a few moments ago...

Shyt, of course I couldn't say "What are you? I hate smokers, get lost before I poke your arse with cigarrettes." He handed me a note of RM 10 and murmured "I wonder you will be caught."
EXCUSE ME!? I'm a perfect N-I-N-E-T-E-E-N years old alright, and you dare look down upon me? (relax)

"How Dunhill got its name."

I grabbed the money and went all the way down. Upon reaching one grocery ran by Indians, I smacked the note on the table and demanded "Please surrender a Dunhill LARGE to me." (alright). To my ultimately-freaking-overly amazement that that Indian cashier rolled his eyes and scanned me thoroughly up and down before asking "Dunhill kecil?". I want to clarify a point here that, it's obvious that he thought I was some 15-years-old-young-lad-who-just-reached-his-puberty-and
-began-to-cast-his-interest-in-like-I-care-"manly"-product
-a.k.a.-cigarettes,
that that that... Pfff...

"Besar!" I answered. And then I just grabbed the packet and rushed out (I still couldn't believe I held that with my own hands! I shall disinfect my hands with Dettol later on.

I bet you that that fellow back there was still wondering "whether I'm legal to buy ROKOK" or maybe "Oh Lord, I have killed yet another life today. Forgive me for selling cigarettes to underage." (The reason why I left that shop in hurry was obvious, I didn't want to give him time to hesitate and ask for my I.C. in a sudden, which I really didn't bother to invite further troubles.)

YES! HELL YES I'm legal to buy cigarettes man!... It was such an insult =.= Do I not look like any 19 years old? What the hell is my age then? Gross...

Oh whoever-you-are- Lord, please forgive me for laying my hands on the filthy killer item. I curse swear that I will not do that again (I try my best to run away from all my bosses the next time they run out of cigarettes).

What said is said though, I still advice you guys who dislike smokers to "not hate them". Okay maybe you can, but you shouldn't hate your bosses and fathers (mothers?).

Tayar, Kutu, Keguguran


I just love Japanese songs

NOTE: Adult contents warning, proceed at your own risk.




A big thanks to Supa-V for sharing this great music video, and thanks Yang Guo for your Streamyx connection.

Monday, November 12, 2007

Mind what you put on your pants, please

Just back from my lunch and it was an awful experience. Nope not that I have had the worst meal ever but it was just that... I started to feel like I'm the most outdated person on the planet Earth because I just witnessed one of the topmost dressing styles that I, have never really thought of it myself in my entire life.


Nope, this photo is not Photoshopped, I don't Photoshop, I Paint.

If that picture is not clear enough (anyone teach me Photoshop?), that thing on his pants is a bottle opener. YES! You got me right! And I'm "abso-freaking-lutely" telling the truth (I wanted to snap a shot but aiming your camera phone at someone in public places is never an easy/pleasing thing to do), and I saw it with my own balls! There was a bottle opener hanging nicely on a businessman pants! Mama, what has the world come into? Is this some kind of joke or a trendy new fashion that I didn't know all along? I was seriously choked by the rice and nearly burst out the moment I saw this fellow stood up and paid his bill. Let's rephrase, A-GORGEOUS-BOTTLE-OPENER, WHICH-IS-ONLY-GOOD-FOR-OPENING-BOTTLE, ON-A-FORMAL-ATTIRE! Mr. Opener, what are you doing on a good ol' businessman's body? Did he rape and kill your momma? I swear, I swear that it was neither a Waterman nor a jackknife, it's a bottle opener! And it's a pure bottle opener! And it's a bottle opener! And it's a... I swear curse again...

Though putting a Jackknife along with a formal code is not any better, but... It makes more sense than a BOTTLE OPENER, don't you think so?

Okay I'm not a dropout which opposes the ordinary fashion available at present and I admit that I myself is not much of a "fashion-awared" kinda fellow. And so perhaps that uncle back then was really following the trend and maybe I was the one that is "out of order". Hey, seriously, if anyone here is willing to tell me "Shack, you were wrong. That's the latest fashion available, don't ya know?", I'll immediately accept it as a fact and "acknowledge" it.

But still, crossing a bottle opener (I still couldn't get these words outta my mind, A FREAKING BOTTLE OPENER OH GOSH) with a businessman would only get myself to think of

I love V-Soy

I'll have to come out with better idea of dressing myself in order to not feel being left out like I did just a couple of minutes ago. So, maybe I should start working my coconut out (and my wallet perhaps).

I'm so horny.




Or else, open your own "bottle" all you want.

To hell with Bottle Opener. I want to ask that uncle again, "What's that bottle opener doing on your pants?"

(Click to enlarge image)

Friday, November 9, 2007

Curse Iron-Metal-Steel-whatever

Have you ever fall down? Okay I admit that it's pretty hurt (VERY hurt indeed) whenever one falls into the deepest of hell (in this case I mean "whenever you feel down"), BUT it is also VERY hurt to fall from a staircase, especially from an IRON-MADE OVERHEAD ROAD-CROSSING BRIDGE IN FRONT OF PASSERBY's...

...

YES. Laugh all you want, but I really fell down from that @#$%!'ingly-made whatever-you-call-it this morning. This morning was a rainy one, and when I go to work after getting down from the bus, I crossed the @#$% as usual. I have already exercised extra-caution when crossing cause I know the surface is wet and what's more on this IRON-MADE @#$% thingy, it was so darn slippery. When I was getting down on the other half of the bridge, and just before I finally realized that I should change my shoes already, I fell. Don't go simply saying "Oh, Shack fell down" or "Oh, he's falling, I see it, wow."... Cause it was no fun at all :(

I must admit that today I did a narrow escape from the entrance to hell too, I was nearly dead. I'm serious. If I were to fall on a normal surface it wouldn't be that dangerous. But I fell from a @#$% IRON-MADE @#$% stair!!! I was kinda like this... :


For Yevon's sake, I was falling down HIGH from above! I was really lucky that I didn't fall all the way down (almost), if not I wouldn't want to imagine which part of my body did the "touchdown" onto the tar road first (I'm concerning about my coconut) and then got ran through by a Proton or whatever (heck I don't want to die under Proton!). Miracle'ly, I stopped right before the touchdown on Mother's Earth, with all odd-looking faces on the passerby's, of course. ("Picking a fight!?")

So, "Not a serious case at all Shack, see you are all fine now."? Hell no!!! If I were to "fall on my butt" (typically) I wouldn't be cursing here now... It's been hours now and it's still aching as hell... I couldn't take a photo and show you my injury (18 SX) but this is how it basically turned out:

Yes, it missed my good-ol butt, but I'd rather it didn't =.= (Please kiss my ass accurately next time). Cause butt acts as a "shock-absorber" and thus you won't get much injury when you fall down, but this is not the case! Until just a few moments ago I looked into the mirror for my bruises above my buttock (which I have been doing frequently this whole day long), it was still there, and getting serious =.=. I sure hope I won't get "aftermath effect" such as back pain or whatever right after this (I was really lucky that I didn't trigger any of my nerves that caused me a sudden death back then).

All in all I just wanted to say... YOUCH!~~~

Friday, November 2, 2007

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Now you see how free I am in the office...