Microblogging #3: On respecting intellectual properties (particularly creative works).

I haven't done this in a while, and the title's pretty self-explanatory. So read on, folks. Read on. These comes from my Twitter account, FYI. And I'm not gonna do a long ass explanation on these; it's all there. From bottom to top, if you may.

Anyway, this is a response for a comment I get on my Pecah review. I know it's just ONE comment, but that kinda hurts to blatantly say that, y'know. These are just my two cents. Maybe I wasn't being very clear when I made that review.

To all women out there / future soulmate... #6

Source: deviantART

I hope you never strayed too far away from my surroundings, or even from my sight should you are in front of me all these times. I hope to get to know you, whoever you might be. Please?

P/S: "Ultra-gay" as it may seem, but who doesn't want a soul mate? Or another half? Right? Okay... maybe the fucking rain or someone indirectly influenced me to put this up. I'm still human, y'know.

To all women out there / future soulmate... #5

To all women out there / future soulmate... #4

...forgive me for not paying attention to my mouth's ability to transform into something of an abomination called le Foul-Mouthed Behemoth and for treating everyone, including you delicate creatures as its appetite quencher. 

I never meant for any of those unimaginative words to got uttered right out of my uninsured mouth, it's just that... when it comes to talking to you, I look at you the same as my dude friends; especially those of the opposite sex who I have that tingly feeling thingy with whenever I approach one. I got excited sometimes, and got even more excited when you actually paying attention and able to tolerate with whatever crap that came right out of my mouth. I never felt that way before when I talk to someone like that. How could I let myself into looking at you the same when you girls are actually the missing puzzle piece of every lonely man's heart?

Again, I'm very sorry, dear women everywhere or my future soul mate; whoever and wherever you are. I'm still in my learning phase. I hope you could accept my weaknesses and tell me what's wrong with me. I do want someone special in my life. And... it's you, girl... whoever you might be. :)

Microblogging #2: Of Punks and Internet censorship.

For this one, it's my Twitter account's time to be in the spotlight. See, unlike Facebook, where it's a summary of what I'm thinking about or when I was trying to be totally indirectly or directly hurtful / enjoyful / provocative, I don't choose what to say; it's exactly whatever it is that runs through my head, INCLUDING stuff like what I do or think at the moment. Twitter is more personal and intimate when it comes to speaking out your thoughts and having a casual conversation with someone compared to Facebook. I guess it's true what they say about Twitter then; it IS the 'SMS of the Internet'.

For these sets of tweets... just read it. 

Explanation time! In ascending order (or top to bottom if you have a hard time understanding that).

Q1: Who the hell is CM Punk?

A1: Well, he's the current holder of the WWE Championship. Google him up or something.

Q2: Ice-cream bars and puppies...? What was that all about?

A2: Apparently, when I tweeted this, I thought since CM Punk is sorta responsible in shaking up WWE's "PG Era" foundation a little bit with his current storyline of being a guy who's sick of the status quo, and with me watching so many stuff on the Internet, AND the tendency for my brain to pop up so many uncanny and totally sick imaginations on anything that's weird and wrong about everything that's weird and wrong, I imagined him saying that statement to allude something related to... anything that's weird and wrong. It's so weird and wrong, it's so weird and wrong to talk about it. The repetition of the dominant phrase itself proves my point on how weird and wrong that thought is. Apparently, after some research, I found out that some ice-cream company had once produced a short-lived line of novelty ice cream bars which featured famous wrestlers from the past for WWE. He intends to bring that back right now. I don't know what 'puppies' he's talking about though. Scumbag brain.

Q3: Cult of Personality, eh?
A3: It is CM Punk's current entrance song. It's actually an old song by and old band called Living Colour. The theme of the song's lyrics perfectly exemplifies his current, almost non-hypocritical, self personality-based gimmick who dares to say whatever fuck he wants, whenever fuck he wants, and people would still dig him.

Q4: SOPA? What's SOPA?
A4: Stop Online Piracy Act. It's an American Internet censorship bill proposed by some scumbag Congressmen, in which should the bill passed and become part of the U.S.A. laws, anyone who are accused of endorsing, talking about, making references, or even participating in the distribution of copyrighted materials without the holder's consent shall be dealt with serious penalties. No trials and legal stuff needed; just straight to good ol' punishment! You should worry about this, dear countrymen of Malaysia... because your Facebook and Twitter 'social lives' as well as 'your support for both local and international entertainment industry' through the advent of file sharing websites, are MOSTLY HOSTED IN THE U.S.A. Ugly truth, but please swallow it with pure acceptance. Not making this up. It could pass.

Q5: Why put CM Punk and the Punks in the same group?
A5: I may know nothing deep about the Punk subculture other than their very raw, loud music and the attention-grabbing attires, make-ups and attitudes, but both of them do have this one similarity; they hate the mold that has been set for their respective generations! Something new and progressive must be made! These guys, both Phil Brooks a.k.a. CM Punk and the Punk movement are the same when it comes to this; when talk is cheap, you grab them in the balls and crush it to make these changes move!

Microblogging #1: Humans and scumbag brain.

Can't think of proper things to write as of late, due to the advent of Facebook and Twitter and all. So, without futher ado, let's bring that fellow thing I constantly update right here in this entry; since all these are actually sort of linked together if you could see the connection. And these are also appear of what would be the concepts of a long, yawn-inducing, barren blog post on something heavy, yet too silly and trivial to be discussed (especially to those who actually manages to balance both in indulging the high life and critical thinking, or gearing more towards the first one); so I turned them into the heavily condensed form of regular statuses instead. Rejoice! :)

P/S: Man, I Facebooked and Twitter-ed too much. =.=

Flashback story #2: I was there before things get rowdy in 2007.

Unlike the previous 'Flashbacks', this one has never been published on my previous blog or any of my social accounts. But, this was however, closely related to THIS ENTRY on my old blog (that entry itself is a flashback), where it happened back in 2007.

So, I submitted my money order for the official Malaysian YUI-Lover t-shirt, right? Since Facebook was practically either in beta stage, not invented yet or no one gave a crap about it at the time, it was announced that on the November 25th on the good old YUI-Lover.com that the said date would be the day where the t-shirt I ordered must be collected (well, it's not like it's compulsory for me to get it at the time, but if I didn't take the chance, I would never have another one ever again... and also, it will burn my dad's money) when it was also my chance to meet fellow Malaysian YUI Lovers for the first time ever. Well, if you're the kind to keep up with the news or are keen in this revolution stuff, you should know what other occurence also happened on that same day! Any ideas? Moving on...

So, as far as I can remember correctly, I got either a text or a call from a fellow YUI Lover to avoid going to the KLCC Park, the supposed meeting place for the YUI Lovers' gathering (but later went there anyway, but no outdoor morning jam as planned earlier), and must instead retreat at the hotel room of another fellow YUI Lover. I had no idea why he said that, so I did exactly what he asked me to do. As soon as I was in front of the hotel, I saw this.

I think I was WAY over there behind the VERY TIGHT crowd when this was taken.

I had no idea what this rally was all about at first. But then, days after that very joyful gathering of like-minded people who adores the awesomeness of the Japanese singer-songwriter (or was it shortly after the end of the outing?), I found out that the rally I saw was actually... the infamously notorious inaugural edition of the HINDRAF Rally (to know what the heck I'm talking about, click HERE for the Malay version and HERE for the English version)! If I only didn't follow what that fellow YUI Lover's orders to stay inside his room for a while, I would've probably got caught within THIS mess...

 The view of the heated rally from the fellow YUI Lover's hotel room of the 15th floor.

...and would've never made it to hang out with these amazing peeps!

Awesome YUI Lovers! Hmm... I wonder how they look like now in 2012? :P

Whatever it is that rally was fighting for, you guys had your very own reasons why you guys did it, but it would suck for totally unrelated me who was only trying to get an awesome T-shirt to get dragged into someone else's fight for rights and got hurt for no reason. Anyways, the bottomline is I was in two VERY AWESOME events that occured on the same day! And I actually lived to tell the tale!

And why did I say that the rally is awesome? Because revolutions are cool (not being sarcastic here, unless the purpose of starting that revolution is totally wrong in the first place). Heck, even YUI herself injected some sort of revolt-themed lyrics in some of her songs! We were encouraged to fight for our rights, and there we were, fighting for our rights to meet up share the YUI love! Awesome shit is awesome!

P/S:
1. Pics were taken from HERE. Big ups to the veteran YUI Lover atheon (final pic, 4th person from right to left) for these pics!
2. I didn't know what influenced me to write this up, but it happened!
3. Yeah, that fat douche sitting on that sofa on the 3rd pic was definitely me... in glorious sweet 16 mode. 

To all women out there / future soulmate... #3

MEN HATE FRIEND ZONES.

To all women out there / future soulmate... #2

...and to ALL the girls THAT I KNOW who ALWAYS FUCK UP MY THOUGHTS.

To all women out there / future soulmate... #1

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I might be useful, but I'm NOT a TOOL. I might be playful, but I'm NOT a TOY. Hopefully, should we meet, dear women (ALL women, not directing this to any particular female), you'll get this message. If you do, then you're amazing. We should get together; as friends or something more than that. If you don't get it, then...

...FUCK YOU, WHORE.

P/S: Still on the (500) Days of Summer rewatch mood. Nonetheless, this is exactly what I had in mind even before I rewatched it.

I was never alone. :')

I break down, fear is sinking in
The cold comes, racing through my skin
Searching for a way to get to you
Through the storm you...

Go, giving up your home
Go, leaving all you've known
You are not alone

With arms up stretched into the sky
With eyes like echos in the night
Hiding from the hell that you've been through
Silent one, you...

Go, giving up your home
Go, leaving all you've known
You go, giving up your home
Go, leaving all you've known
You are not alone

You go, giving up your home
Go, leaving all you've known

You go, giving up your home
Go, you are not unknown
You are not alone
You are not unknown
You are not alone

Flashback quote #2:

An excerpt of this entry:

"Believe it or not, humans are animals. No matter how claustrophobic they are, the desire to escape from confinement is always there; and that desire will stop at nothing until its true purpose is realised. And that purpose would be... to fuck up every single good there is on Earth."

Flashback quote #1:

A tweet from 13/11/2011:

Sekali lagi aku menjadi manusia yang aku sendiri tak berapa berkenan. Betullah; people change.

Flashback story #1:

An excerpt of this entry:

I just let some random grass cutting guy to come in and trim the lawn. And I wasted my RM10 on him. WHAT THE BUCK?! Yeah, I know it's stupid to let strangers in like that, but come to think of it, he did make a great job on trimming the grasses. You know what, this is like a lose-win situation. Sure, I lost my 10 bucks AND get a dose of dad's and bro's lectures/nags, but hey... at least the lawn looks good. :P

It was a stupid thing to do, but it's definitely worth it. :)

THIS is sex.

If this didn't make anyone pregnant, I don't know what would.

Saya tak reti blogging II.

Sumpah.

Tepat sekali.
Apa yang aku muntah kat sini semuanya muntah basi.
Aku ni... format blogging yang sebenar-benarnya memang tak reti.

Untuk gantikan diari ke?
Untuk luahkan perasaan / pendapat / ideologi ke?
Untuk caci-maki orang ke?

Mana satu ni?
Ke... semua sekali?

P/S: Ni namanya post bosan.

I'm losing what I don't deserve. :)

Fuck! I'm late this time! But, meh! Who cares! Another great song, another great video. :)

Kelam IV.

IV, tanda keramat yang menyatakan bahawa sudah empat kali aku kelam dalam blog aku ni. Hey, aku ni anak yatim tau; jangan nak sakitkan hati akulah, manusia-manusia lahanat. Cukuplah aku ada banyak kekusutan yang boleh sakitkan jiwa aku.

Aku rindu masa semuanya masih OK.

Aku rindu masa aku masih tak matang.

Aku rindu masa aku bergaduh dengan adik-beradik aku.

Aku rindu masa aku boleh gelak dengan orang tersayang tanpa segan silu.

Aku rindu dapat makanan yang walaupun biasa je, tapi penuh dengan kasih sayang.

Aku rindu melepak sekali dekat kedai mamak bukan sebab lapar, tapi sebab suka-suka je.

Aku rindu masa dunia aku ni masih stabil.

Sekarang ni, walaupun aku tau yang ada orang bernasib lagi malang dari aku, aku tak sekuat diorang. Ini masalah emosi dan mental. Korang tau tak yang aku sekarang cuba untuk senyum? Kenapa korang cuba ingatkan balik keperitan yang aku cuba nak lupakan untuk masa yang lama? Korang tau tak aku nak cuba gembirakan diri aku? Memang tak tau malulah kalau aku nak paksa korang faham masalah aku, tapi janganlah nak kusutkan lagi aku ni. Aku ni memang nampak macam selamba badak, tapi dalam hati aku, dalam otak aku... korang ada tau ke macam mana rupanya? Aku ni sebenarnya agak fragile; selalu tersepit dekat tengah-tengah dalam apa-apa situasi sekali pun. Aku nakkan kuasa klonkan diri, dah mengarut kan? Aku memang tak ada perasaan bila aku bagitau korang pendapat aku pasal sesuatu perkara, sebab cara aku pandang hidup ni jauh lebih berbeza daripada POV korang.

Sekarang ni, patut aku gembirakan diri aku ke aku patut cuba leraikan mana-mana masalah yang aku mampu dulu? Atau pun aku patut kuatkan ego aku sebagai seorang lelaki yang tak takut dekat apa-apa pun? Masalah pasal ego pulak, 'lelaki' macam mana pun aku, aku masih lagi seorang manusia yang tak pernah sempurna. Sedihlah macam ni. Tak boleh ke aku nak hidup yang normal sikit?

Nampak gayanya aku kena pandai bawak diri. Allah sekarang aku rasa dah masukkan aku dalam kapal selam yang uzur. Barang untuk repair apa yang patut dah ada; aku cuma kena pandai handle semua tools yang ada kalau aku taknak mati lemas.

Kelam III.

Bodoh.
Aku suruh orang berhenti stress, aku sendiri yang kelam.

Bodoh.
Aku ingat aku ni mampu belajar dari masa silam, tapi aku MASIH LAGI terperangkap dalam masa silam... kadang-kadang (yang agak kerap jugak berlaku).

Bodoh.
Aku yang cari pasal, tapi diri sendiri tak tertanggung padahnya.

Bodoh.
Aku ada ramai kenalan/kawan rapat pun, aku masih rasa sunyi.

Bodoh.
Aku yang suruh orang jangan nak cover perasaan guna subtext bagai, aku jugak yang buat.

Bodoh.
Aku ingat aku ni badass gila, tapi bila pusing-pusing balik... aku ni masih lagi seorang manusia yang lemah.

BODOH.
Hipokrit sial aku ni.
Aku rasa aku memang hebat dalam menipu diri sendiri.
Itu pun kadang-kadang makan diri jugak bila dah gagal dalam menipu diri sendiri.
Aku rasa aku memang bodoh.
Syabas.

P/S: Ada sesiapa yang nak tampar aku tak?

Leech II.

I am a leech.

Seriously... I should stop sucking out the blood of the people who helps me a lot till it dries out. That's just inhuman, right? I need to step out of other people's shadows and become an independent person; who can manage things on his own and make things out of my own blood, sweat and tears (it's the blood that makes it really good). I might 'think' that I can handle shits on my own, but that is far from the truth.

Fuck that. I'll fix that about me soon. And I hope that's not gonna be a problem.