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~