To think opti'mistake'ally

And all the smiles that are ever gonna haunt me
And all the wounds that are ever gonna scar me
For all the ghosts that are never gonna catch me

And you never had a chance
I'm just the way that the doctor made me
You'll never make me leave
I wear this on my sleeve
Give me a reason to believe
You're running after something that you'll never kill
I keep a gun in the book you gave me, hallelujah, lock and load

Don't you breathe for me
Undeserving of your sympathy
A drink for the horror that I'm in
For the good guys and the bad guys
For the monsters that I've been
Three cheers for tyranny
Unapologatic apathy

I love my money
I love my college
I love my books
I love my toys
I love my crush
I love my friends
I love my lecturers
I love my sex
I love myself


Being pessimistic all the time kills oneself, so I guess I'll have to think opti(ahem)mistically once in a while, well at least for today.


And through it all
How could you cry for me?
Cause I don't feel bad about it
So shut your eyes
Kiss me goodbye
And sleep
Just sleep

Hell with you, Mr. Bangang.

Referring to my entry about that life-death experience of mine.


I knew something was not right...

I mean, come on! I've been walking to school for like, 0.08 century already (since high school)! How the hell was that even possible!? That shouldn't had happened at all.


Today when I was walking to campus and crossing that filthy road again, I got some flash back on what happened that day. All of a sudden I stopped walking, and glared at the place where I stood.

What the fcuk is this!?

This struck me as in the sense that I did nothing wrong that day! For a moment there I still was having this sort of guiltiness about being too careless that I nearly lose my life.

But Mr. Bangang-Berangan-Bodoh-Malay-Dick-Sucker, may I know what in the fcuk are you doing on the incoming side of the road??

Eat my balls, sucker.

My third attempt to kill myself

As usual, I walked to campus this morning.

Upon crossing the road towards the entrance, a van made a corner and nearly hit me. I mean, well it could have hit me, but I didn't know why that Malay slowed down (okay I know I'm the only one that's nutjob here).

Frankly, I didn't know it was there. I just turned my head and saw the van about 30 centimetres from me, and it's still moving slowly towards me.

"Get your ass up and get out of the way asshole, you are blocking the road and hindering the world's revolution." And so I thought.

But I walked away slowly, as if I couldn't care less, I don't know why =.=

"Beranggan! Bodoh!" Was what I heard from the driver, well, whatever.

My first attempt: Swallowing more than one coin when I was still a kid, I think I swallowed 3 or 4 of them.

My second attempt: Nearly got hit by a very-goddamn-fast-moving Waja when I was in my foundation years, when crossing a road to catch a bus. The Waja just missed me like, 0.5 seconds?


By the way, what's "beranggan" anyway? I don't even think I got the spelling right.

This is one ultimate filler, in anyway

Wanted to update my blog with some funny shits (to lighten your day, be glad XD) but then I ran out of juices, sorry.

Well let's talk about My Chemical Romance, I mean THE, no no I mean TEH DE DA D'whatever My Chemical Romance (drum rolls, claps, people shouting, PM salutes, sun stops burning, rainbow forms, Jesus Cries).

In case you hadn't already knew that I am all but crazy about MCR (hell, for a moment there I actually started to think that I'm born for them), since the day my roommate handed me The Black Parade of theirs (latest album rolled out last year), I've never, NEVER lived my day without listening to at least one of their songs everyday. And even though having in thoughts that I'd had enough of them after participating in that fantastic concert (like a metric fucktonne of them would satisfy me in another zillion years), I still am listening to their songs till now. The day when I stop listening seems a teralight-year away.

Everything about MCR you can dig it out right here

(Bluek... Go Wiki it yourself lar Zzz)

So like, Yang Guo once told me that days before we went to the concert, he mentioned about MCR to one of his girlfriends, oops I mean female friends. And guess what, she asked

"Huh? What in the fcuk is that? My Chemical Romance? Never heard of them."

"Wait, is that a porn? Russian porn??"

Heck, porn. YEA right, porn... (porn!!! Outrageous!!... damnit...)


On other unrelated occasion, I asked HT, "Ever heard of MCR?"

"Yeap."

"Love them?"

"Erm, one of their songs, yea."

"What was it?"

"Welcome To The Black Parade."

"(heck, anyone else doesn't know this song? Don't answer that question) Ooh? How about other songs?"

"Hadn't really tried them."

"(well at least you did not ask me whether they are pornstars, this is hell lot good enough)"


For the love of Jesus (I mean Gerard), My Chemical Romance is, by whatever shitty means, no frigging way related to child porns! (oops I mean Russian porns) They are wholly just another rock band that rock the rockest God created to enlighten our (my) path.

What in world are girls thinking nowadays. Porn! Hmph...


Note: The above dialogues though to a certain extent, are true, but they resemble not a tad to the actual happenings. And if you can't already tell, they were obviously so exaggerated (wake up, you are reading my blog, zLz's blog).

Vampire Will Never Hurt You - Someone get me to the doctor

And if they get me and the sun goes down into the ground

And if they get me take this spike to my heart and

And if they get me and the sun goes down

And if they get me take this spike and

You put the spike in my heart

And if the sun comes up will it tear the skin right off our bones

And then as razor sharp white teeth rip out our necks I saw you there

Someone get me to the doctor, someone get me to a church

Where they can pump this venom gaping hole

And you must keep your soul like a secret in your throat

And if they come and get me

You put the spike in my heart

And if they get me and the sun goes down

And if they get me take this spike and

Can you take this spike?

Will it fill our hearts with thoughts of endless

Night time sky

Can you take this spike?

Will it wash away this jet black feeling?

And now the nightclub set the stage for this they come in pairs she said

We'll shoot back holy water like cheap whiskey they're always there

Someone get me to the doctor, and someone call the nurse

And someone buy me roses, and someone burned the church

We're hanging out with corpses, and driving in this hearse

And someone save my soul tonight, please save my soul

Can you take this spike?
Will it fill our hearts with thoughts of endless

Night time sky

Can you take this spike?

Will it wash away this jet black now?

And as these days watch over time, and as these days watch over time

And as these days watch over us tonight

I'll never let them, I'll never let them

I'll never let them hurt you not tonight

I'll never let them, I can't forget them

I'll never let them hurt you, I promise

Struck down, before our prime

Before, you got off the floor

Can you stake my heart? Can you stake my heart?

Can you stake my heart? Can you stake my heart?(And these thoughts of endless night bring us back into the light and this venom from my heart)

Can you stake my heart? Can you stake my heart?(And these thoughts of endless night bring us back into the light kill this venom from my heart)

Can you stake me before the sun goes down?

(And as always, innocent like roller coasters.Fatality is like ghosts in snow and you have no idea what you're up against because I've seen what they look like. Becoming perfect as if they were sterling silver chainsaws going cascading...)

-MCR

Is my hair looking good? Mr. Stranger?

Okay I'm gonna make this quick, I'm having a class in 4 minutes time. I wanted to talk about this a long time ago but somehow it just got dumped to nowhere within my waves of memory.

This is not new to guys, but gals, wanna hear something "ridiculously interesting" about guys? Hah. As you all are well awared that us guys go to toilet too just like you gals, but then do you know what else they do in the toilet besides peeing and shitting?

Exactly, they look into the mirror, and make themselves look better before they leave the toilet, just like gals. And it's a fact that almost every single living gentleman on Earth does that. You know, wet their hands and style their hair even though they have been doing this for, like, the eleventh time already. But no it's not strange or odd at all, we do want to make ourselves look better (you know who are we doing that for).

But here comes the weird thing, whenever you are doing this alone in the toilet, and whenever someone else budged in, they would just pretend that they were not styling their hair but they rather would just wash their hands and chickened off.

What is it that we fear actually? I haven't the foggiest idea. Perhaps you could tell me.

I seriously wonder what the heck is wrong

Damn, I screwed it again.

And what the hell is wrong with you? What's wrong with wearing orange colour shirt? Whatever.

Calm down... I have to find a way to...

Off to a movie I go, so "whatever" now.

Happy living guys.

Scram~

Smart Brains Caught In Action Vol. I

We do love to watch and see smart advertisements don't we? Well I'll share more if I ever come across anymore in the future :-)



Smartly said, neat. (A good example for telecommunication organizations)

Do they have the words when your heart is aching like burning hell?

"Don't you think you can behave better than this?"

Again, another pointless conversation with my mum leaded to nowhere. Well, it's not like she's saying this for the first time, she's been repeating this for like, the fourth time I think.

It was about my social/people skill and attitude (again, this sounds so familiar, one of my friends pointed this out to me lately too). Well basically it's just like I seem pissed all the time and I can hardly smile recently, making me bloody hard to be approached and people started running away from me, well at least that's what she perceived.

But it's true, I felt that at campus too. Hah, pathetic.

"People starting to think that you are so Chun now, and couldn't be bothered by making friends. At least smile a bit la. And you hardly greet people especially the elders, what happened to you? You weren't like this when you were a kid, you were way cuter back then... Sigh..."

I didn't really know what to respond, I just let off a dry cough and replied "It's not like I wanted this yea, I wanted to make friends too. But it's just so goddamn stupid to smile all the time, when you're not up to anything at all. Guys might think you've got something wrong with your coconut (or cock), gals might think that you're a pervert (try smiling to gals all the time without particular reason). And it's not like I wanted to be born with a face that can look sooo ass-kicking killer and scary when I'm not smiling yea?"

What am I trying to tell you here? Nothing much really, except that don't take my "cruel looking" face too seriously lar, you know I'm friendly right (xP)?

Okay, this is it. I've decided. Look, this is how I gonna improve it. Next time you see me not smiling when I'm talking to or looking at you, pinch me.

No, I'm serious.

Pinch my hands and not elsewhere please.

Please at least read this, especially girls.

I know this might sound stupid and you might start to think I got insane or what, but let me finish it first okay?

Last night (this morning perhaps) I got a erm... should I put it this way, odd/strange/w**** dream about a mishap in a shopping complex involving myself.

Let's just cut this short, my parents fetched me and dropped me at a "Low Yat Plaza" (because it doesn't look like the real Low Yat at all but I recalled asking my parents to fetch me there for whatever reason), and I entered the building through a side entrance. In case you're wondering what side entrance is, remember those side entrances at Sungei Wang? Where we used to get in through those alleys?

In my case(dream), it was like this (roughly, I couldn't recall my dream very well)

(NOTE:
1. The small circles indicate strangers, and odd enough these strangers in my dream of mine are all of the *censored* race, strange.
2. The arrows on the circles indicate the directions they were facing, in which I recalled.
3. The bigger circle is, of course, the unfortunate zLz.
4. As you can see the building layout at that part is designed in a way that you have to get through a small (not really "small") space if you entered the complex through the side entrance in order to get into the mall.)

And just when I was about to enter the mall area, a *censored* guy from the right approaches me saying "ada...? ada...? ada...?" and completely blocked my way. (I don't know what the heck is that "ada" thingy, I thought he wanted to borrow lighter, watch, or whatever). And when I came to realize, I sensed that everyone in that area started to act strangely and just a matter of seconds that I realized that all my escape routes have been blocked.

"They gonna rob me!!!" ran through my mind...

I struggled, but he kept pushing himself against me (ahem...) and I couldn't help but kept shouting "tak ada!" and tried to escape. For a moment there I hoped that the shopkeeper would help me but it seemed that he was in the same gang, and so did the people in front and behind me, they just acted cool and pretended hearing nothing at all.

The things I carried on me were... a laptop, phone, MP3 player, cash, bag... (so convenient), what a dream, I mean, "heavy" dream.

And so?

So, I ended woking up from my bloody dream.

Yeah, just when the moment matters the most, so convenient again, ain't it?

Alright, let's cut this short (again), it was for sure that they were gonna get me. I'm not really sure whether it was a kidnap (a 20-year-old boy uhuh) or extortion but judging from the bulks I carried I bet it was a robbery (maybe they gonna make me strip and run in the mall afterwards).

The main point here is, what if I were readied? What if I have the weapons/skills to defend myself?

It's gonna be different ending right? I mean at least I could run out and ask for help, AT LEAST.

Taekwon'do? Oh come on, you know I'm too good for that (ahem... okay I don't know any "*do" okay?)

My idea is...

Hobby knife. Keep one of this in your bag, and stuck it in your pocket when you know you're going to malls, alone.

Just stab wherever you want, oh but if you would, don't kill them la. Try to be a little bit mercy, poke it into their eyes, feets, hands or whatever that will immobilize them to make your escape, even poking into their arses does the job too!

Okay, a hobby knife is not enough you say?

Just pick one of them already!

Alright I'm serious here kids, be careful out there you hear me?

Sien le...

Sometimes you just couldn't help feeling like "you're left with nothing". Yes, this is especially true when you are left all alone, and you know that you couldn't help being alone, you don't like to be alone and craps like that. With all of my friends being "unavailable" when I'm "available", this feeling got stronger and stronger. Well with some who are starting to get real serious in their studies and couldn't bother to hang out anymore, some who are busy with their jobs, some who wouldn't find or contact you anymore when they know that you're useless in their pursuit of higher-standard-of-well-being, and some others who are busy with like-I-know whatever business, and yes this is what I call "true friends"; up to a point that they are nothing more than your "friends". And mind you, friends are different from brothers.

Am I pissed? No, frankly and honestly, no. Because I was like that too. Nah forget about it, let's talk about what I did yesterday when I was alone, truly alone this time.

I went to Mid Valley Megamall, alone; and watched two movies, alone; and took a walk, alone; took a meal, alone. I wanted to watch something that is lighthearted and funny. I couldn't find any other better movies than The Game Plan and Alvin & The Chipmunks which, I hoped, might bring me some laughters.







And if you believe me and take my advice, I'd say you wouldn't regret missing The Game Plan (now you hear me, you do want to "miss" it don't you?), obviously this movie was taken as a comedy but seriously it failed to implant any sort of laughter in me at all; okay maybe a "comedy" with certain message and moral value craps. Overall, it's boring. I mean, at least it bored me.

Having disappointed by the first movie, I proceeded to the next movie, Alvin and The Chipmunks. I wanted to watch this movie for long but just couldn't find the right time and companion, so I got the ticket without second thought. And guess what, they rock!

I love it especially when Alvin and his gang (Simon and Theodore) started to sing, I love those parts. And I'm considering getting its OST as well. I don't have much to say about this movie, just watch it and you will understand. Thumbs up overall.


I feel like going back to my real home and sleep till I'm dead (=_=) Pathetically sien~

zLz's Whispering Vol. II

I'd say

We always tend to forget to pack something and only get to realize it after we left for a faraway place let it be traveling or outstation.

Follow me?

zLz's Disgus'things Vol. II

Answer for zLz's Disgus'things Vol. I...

Possible answers:
Real shit
Cigarettes ash
Tea leaves
Dust
Dirts

And the correct answer is...

Tea leaves!!!

Oh come on, you don't think that I'd really post shit in my blog don't you? Wait, I might do it in the future.


And now we shall...
(Same old rules, please refer Vol. I. Make sure your parents are not around)





















Now here's the question, how many places/things in that toilet shown that you could use to throw/litter/discard/dispose of rubbish??? (okay the definition of "rubbish" seems vague, but... here I'm talking about literally anything that YOU DON'T NEED ANYMORE)


Answer will be revealed.


Okay now you might think I'm a real extreme pervert (alright I'll admit it, I'm a pervert to a certain degree, but hey are you not?) but listen, that toilet is a Male & Female shared toilet okay!?? Now don't get any funny idea (if you really understand what I was trying to clarify up to this point).


And you might say... Damn, why toilet everytime?
Sorry, I couldn't explain. I don't know why either.

Make yourself a living legend

Before I go, I asked "So, will you be coming back?"

"Who knows" was all that he said.

After a day with him, I started to think...
"Maybe what he said was right."

Why are we studying? I started to doubt my existence and direction.

I never had many close friends, but you are one of them. No matter what your decision is, I'll always be by your side (sounds so gay).

But it's true, not everyone is cut out to be a perfect bookworm scoring 3.95 in every single freaking examination and shines its way throughout the route (no offense), trust me, not everyone can do that. Though I somehow cannot agree with every little things that you said this afternoon, but you got your point there. Maybe you are one of them, maybe you are just one of the many successful businessmen/entrepreneurs out there and maybe the time now is right too.

Go! Go ahead and dig your way to the cash! Fear nobody's words! Go and find your dream! You know that I'll always be wishing for you. Just so you know, if you so happen to come across any downtime in your future ("touch-wood"), I'll be here listening, just keep that in mind. And if you are to be successful, I will be very happy too.

Though today was a harsh one, but I still learned a thing or two from you. But it really makes me wonder,

I couldn't study and score well
I couldn't stand hardworks (I have sensitive nose just so you know, I cannot work under hot suns and dusty environments)
I couldn't talk/socialize/present well
I couldn't write well
And hell yea I couldn't be so drawing well
I couldn't listen/obey well
I do not have much skill with me
And most importantly my family is not rich

Now what the hell am I gonna be in the future!!? Should I even be continue studying now -.-

"在这个世界钱不是万能, 但这个世界没有钱就万万不能"

To a certain extent, I do agree with that. Don't you think so?

The crowds beat the crap outta me

--continue from "The Tiger got me"--

And so the insomniac-football-match went all night long and before I could recall how did I actually fell asleep (and who won the match) I got waked up by my sweet-Jesus alarm clock (their sounds are just like the worst piece of music score mankind ever created don't you think?). It's 6 o'clock in the morning and despite how tired I still was I helped my lazy fat-ass up and went for the washup. The moment there I was thinking, "Am I dreaming? I actually fell asleep, and slept for two hours! Two-LMAO-hours! I'd rather not sleeping, I get even more tired now damn it Zzz" and so on.

Had breakfast with HT and finally got to chat properly with him (no offense here J) since we had been really busy to meet up for the past three months. How you have changed HT, I'm glad that you changed for the better and not the worse, but... something was not right there, you were stranger to me like never before... Forget it.

The First Day of Schooling that I envied and visualized ---> Got psyched up for the first day and hope the spirit will last through the semester, and get along very well with friends and stuff, off to a "Happy Schooling" kinda mood.

The First Day of Schooling that I actually underwent ---> Woke up with a pair of really-bloody eyes with blood vessels all over, freaking empty stomach (nasi lemak was not enough, I think that beer last night did some kinda chemical reaction inside my stomach to make me feel hungrier), tired face, and most critical-state of all, sleepy mood.

Actually got through the first class without realizing what had the lecturer crapped in front (who the hell is she anyway?), then I asked HT "What class is this?". Aha, Probability and Statistic or whatsoever crap. I only knew that I could sleep to no tomorrow.

Okay enough with the short talk (I mean "long", sorry), the main point here is... I chickened out again.

...

Yes! The oh-so-wonderful-first-day-of-school or whatever you call it, I chickened out! I mean I skipped the next class and played a truant the whole day! No I mean, I freaked out!

Yes, I freaked out, that's the most suitable answer. Or I mean I chickened out, whatever. I don't think I would be crapping much on this here but... I actually went through a few referrence justnow and got to learn about this sickness called "Social Anxiety Disorder" or "Social Phobia".

Yes, I'm not kidding either. Apart from that hardware heartware failure that I have, I also have a mild degree of (mild?) social phobia. To put it simple as to say, I got easily freaked out in crowds of strangers.

Funny? Laugh all you want. Yes I will turn 20 this year and should be already old enough to be recognized as an "adult", but so what? I've still got this bloody annoying chicken-ass attitude of mine and it is the truth. Maybe when you were with me you didn't notice this at all cause I always get along well with people I know (friends as to say) but if you sense something suddenly goes so wrong on me (like I suddenly got freaking quiet like someone has muted me though like anyone could do this to me in another thousand centuries, or started to feel bloody uneasy and keeps my head down and casts my vision to anywhere but the floor), it was probably the tension/uneasiness kicked into the play. (this applies to strangers too though, not only crowds of them but one of them is enough to K.O. me)

So what does this Social Phobia of mine gotta do with my second class today? Well, when I opened the door and peeked through it I got stunned and suddenly freaked out by the large crowd in a small class of it. I don't know why but it seems that just like my insomnia, this phobia of mine butt in at the wrong time, at the wrong place, and the wrong occasion (that was my first Pengajian Malaysia class mind you).

"Let's get the hell outta here." is the only thing I had in mind.

Since HT did not want to attend the class anyway (he referred to PM class as "zero production" and a waste of time, how a businessman you've grown into), I played along.
"Let's go." I said.
Well the moment there it was obvious that HT was bloody surprised of what I said (I don't usually do this, and so he thinks). "What are you waiting for!?"...

I don't know, I just wanna get out of this hell of shit, before my heart collapses and die on the spot.

And so, thus went my first day of Second Semester, and I blewed it, right at the bulleyes, I blewed it freaking nicely. Heck with what I promised my parents about "off to another good start this sem, I'll do better", promises are just so fragile don't you think?

I'm so tired and sleepy.


So what do you think after all of my "abnormal heartbeat, excessive yet predictable insomnia, social phobia" thingies? Don't you start to get the feeling that I'm a bloody odd/strange/w****/scary person to be with? You should be feared of me by now, if you hadn't, you should so be.

The Tiger got me

Frankly, I'm kinda regret that I've taken that invitation to attend that talk and gulped down that glass of beer in the dance club last night. No I ain't blaming anyone of you, it was me who decided to tag along. No I ain't complaining anything regarding the talk either as I could get the chance to get a glimpse of some s-e-r-i-o-u-s-l-y kickass public speaking/presentation skills. No I ain't complaining about the beer since I wanted to try one anyway (but it tastes surprisingly-tasteless, "Tiger" was it?). I am glad that you called me out really, for that I felt that I still have friends, actually.

And for Gerard's sake do you know that I couldn't sleep after the whole tiring trip? I was thinking that I could actually get a bloody good night sleep after that glass of beer but I was wrong, hell wrong indeed. To motherfcuker nature, my insomnia knocked in at the wrong time, the wrong place, wrong occasion and bloody wrong mood, I was damn awake like never before. Heck the beer didn't work at all! Liars =_= (to myself)

"Dude, there's a class tomorrow morning. And it's the first day of your school you bastard. Don't you get any funny idea now, AND JUST GO TO SLEEP ALREADY!!!". It kept playing in my head, again and again. Seriously, I actually understand why it turned out that way.

I have had a wicked weak heart since who-knows-when (I'm serious here), my heart got easily excited and pumped even when a MSN message popped up, someone signed in (this does not apply to everybody please), my phone rang or sms is received, sporting, during extremely hot weather, eating hot and spicy food and so on. You get it, I think a heart-failure is slowly developing within me, and I might die of heart attack in the very near future.

I am not fcuking kidding.

So like, when it occurs, it takes a long time to calm/cool myself down. I'd had to stop thinking about it in order to regain my normal heartbeat rate and it usually takes 5 to 10 minutes.
And so EVERYTIME I was gonna start my schooling days again, I got excited the night before (hell knows whatever reason) and usually couldn't get a good sleep that night. And so I say, my sickness (if it is one) kicked in last night as expected, but lasted beyond my expectation. For a moment there I was rolling on the bed with my bloody eyes closed for five hours.

Yes! A freaking five-hours! I blamed Tiger for it. I blamed myself for it. I blamed everyone and every single living being on Gerard's Earth for it.

--break--

They ain't no Superman's, but they can do anything

Had a short chat during dinner not long ago. We talked about the major election coming and one more thing, thievery.

If you hadn't knew, my dad works as a air-cond technician. He told me that days ago he went to a kindergarten at XXX to fix something, and it somehow "fascinated" me because that kindergarten has lost two of its compressors (outdoor units of the air-cond system), for the second time. And it even "amazed" me when it was revealed that this has been happening at that area for a long time now and many houses have lost their compressors too.


I said, "Lock it, in a cage if necessary."

My grandpa said, "It's useless, if the thieves want to steal something, they will get it somehow. Lock it? They would just saw it then."

I thought what my grandpa said was correct, bloody correct indeed!

Then my dad said, "Remember that renown car that rolled out years ago? Which they'd integrate the whatever fingerprint scanner in it? So that the only person who can unlock the car is the owner itself? You know what happened then?"

?

Me, "What? They cut the owners' fingers?"

Dad, "Duh."

!

(So they would just dig your eyes out when they rolled out another new model which uses retinal scanner?)

Zzz

"Then the manufacturing of that car discontinued, and it happened not long after it was launched, thieves these days..."

Mum, "Yea, and be careful with ATM cards too..."

Me, "What? Don't they have a standard limit to how much you could withdraw in a single day? And I thought the users can set it?"

Dad, "What? You kidding? In A DAY? How about this, how about they lock you up for days, then withdraw day by day?"

...

Seriously...

Me, "So how about the compressors? Any counter-measure?"

Dad, "What? What can you do besides letting them have it? Remember what I said justnow?They will always get what they want."

...

So like, if you want to keep your cars or compressors or ATM cards away from thieves, I'd say


Unless those thieves can get their hands on nuclear, I bet you could keep them safe under my care.

zLz's Whispering Vol. I

If you were to ask me whether it is common that all traffic polices are with big bellies. I'd say

None of the traffic police, I mean NONE ––– is without big belly.

Follow me?

I'm doomed

This is utter nonsense! Change class!!!!??? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Health Minister at his best

It's on the news, it's on the radio, it's on TV, it plagues everyone's mind (especially Chinese); I know I know, our Health Hell Minister might just wanted to show us how "healthy" he is, but... through that?

Alright if you were to ask my opinion on this whole affair I'd say "Even the movie star itself has got nothing much to comment on the tape distributed and resigned without even cared to crap much about it, what am I to comment anything on it?".
But I'm gonna say this, "Politicians are the political tools themselves, they simply utilize each other, so who's the real winner in the end?" --- ME. (BLUEK~)

Oh come on the whole thing itself is a joke! What more can we say? Come on laugh all you can! It's just another bloody lame joke by Malaysians. Laugh while you can, cause another big fat lame joke is approaching - The Erection Election.

Somehow... When I read about this news and saw Datuk Chua's face, it reminds me of this movie...


And SOMEHOW in my dirty mind I started to think the other way




Paint'ing is really a paint in the arse (fonts are still okay, but Chua's head... -.-"), I shall start learning Photoshop.

zLz's Disgus'things Vol. I - Let's do it with a bang

A new year, a new style in blogging. Let's do this with a BANG, an official first post of mine in the year of 2008. But before this...

You are abso-freaking-lutely warned before you continue:
The following entry does not contain explicit descriptions of or advocate one or more of the following: adultery, murder, morbid violence, bad grammar, deviant sexual conduct in violent contexts, or the consumption of alcohol and illegal drugs. SOMEHOW, IF YOU GET EASILY GROSSED OUT BY SHYT, I MEAN, REAL SHIT, ETC., YOU MAY NOT WANT TO CONTINUE. The following should be considered "grotie to the max!" -- extremely gross, even by my standards.

Make sure your mummy and daddy are not nearby.

Ready? Okay...





























No, no! Calm yourself and drink a cup of water before you freak out (if you could drink it). Please at least listen to me.

I took this photo someday when I was at work. Yes, I snapped a shot of our clean (I'm serious, they were really clean) toilet. I was the same as you, shocked when I first entered the toilet. I saw these... Erm... Don't-know-what-should-I-call-them stuff in the bowl. Now here's my question...

What do you think they are/it is?


Answer will be revealed.

Looking forth

Okay, I heard the bang. Sometimes I wonder, what are fireworks for? Besides the fact (that everybody thinks) that it's pretty to look at, I still think it's just like shooting cash into the sky (yes it's bloody expensive mind you).

Okay, in the coming 2008, I wish to

1) Get a good examination result, at least better than 2007's, if not 3.9.

2) Break Minesweeper's Best Time record and hopefully will be able to enter the world chart.

3) Stop playing DotA forever (yes it's bloody boring, but why am I keep playing it)

4) Finished all the anime on hands and reorganize my laptop (it's messy and full of files here and there).

5) Hopefully I will continue my Shackiepedia project (I've not forgotten) and able to finish it this year.

6) Blog more often.

7) Have infinite pool of ideas to blog about.

8) Be more evil.

9) Be richer.

10) Get more friends.

11) More outings.

12) Really get to learn guitar.

13) Really get to learn Japanese.

14) Continue to try all sorts of nice food.

15) And of course, live happily throughout the year.


Hi, 2008.


(SOMEHOW, I felt like as if this first post of mine for 2008 is super lame -.-"")