We need to go derper.

I think I'll be serving a heaping hot plate of great justice to post this first before continuing.

Durian. Why do you people even like that thing? It's like yellow fat, tied to another fat, in a continuous fashion of yellow fat chain with a seed in it, surrounded by the likes of such in compartments of a green sharp feet-poking thing.

I've seen people goingover this and seriously, I just don't get it. Why? I mean, does it taste good? I don't know. Haven't had one since 4 years old. Despite the fact that it pierces my feet liek npnp, people seem to have this stereotypical reaction of "Durian, you mean that delicious green thorny fruit-thingy?".

So I have come to realise that I need to purge the world of this "Durian is godlike" phenomena and rush a distinctive order designed to combat this flawfully designed fruit.

What? Liek, come on. Spikes on fruits? Next thing you know we'll be handing armed bazookas to a squad of retarded ice cream lovers.

I'm starting to make no sense, HAW HAW.

I am totally out of ideas on anything to write. So maybe next time. More memes incoming.

Inb4 Shitstorm

OHAI!

Oh wow, it's been so long since I myself visit this place. Dusty all over, spiderwebs around the corner. Dried out cow bone on the floor. DIRTY!

Spare with me as my language of the Queen is definitely deteriorating.

So hai! How are you people out there? Having fun? Tired? Stressed from all the butthurt that friends/family/fools have been giving you?

Well glad you're alive-ish to read it past here.

Anyways, revival of my pc and all those beautiful lovely songs are coming, real soon. Before that happens, I want to take this itsy bitsy little silent time left with this lappy to dedicate all the good times I've had on this lappy.







Well that was it.

Expect more to come, after the revival. =D

Wow I used to be so smart.

Meme...memememememememememe

Don't you love it when comedy was, well, comedy. I've seen better crap served from 1976 if there was a rhetorical comparison. But hei, I'm trolling.

So I welcome you, and the pinkish substance, poorly formed together, thing you all call brain, into my railings of thoughts and subtle thinking.





Don't you hate it when you present a laughworthy joke and no one seems to understand you because somehow, someway, they're all living through a piece of wood and a flat stone? I do.

Now why won't they understand me? Is it because of their lack of general nonsenseness? Or being mentally handicapped? Or they're just that mainstream, and won't look outside past Lady Haha?

Now what I perceive as a high grade living dominion, or a soul mate, is that someone would understand what I toss out, in general, and in lackluster comedy.



Nuff said. Still living. Eat philosoraptor. He's a genius.

I Will Not Die

I will not die, I'll wait here for you.

I yay for metal(oh lawd not another metal memorial post)

So I heard it was time for me to lose moar weight. I don't wanna look like a round ball. or a Death Star comparison, in its worst. But in the twist of insanity, me? Now how would I look like if I'm overweight and well,round?

Ya I know, it'll be so weird, your mind would punch your mind, it'll hurt your mind. Also, known as mindblown/mindfuck. Blah, just a small update to let y'all internet hounds that I am somewhat alive.

You jelly?

Celldweller-ing

Because his music is just so epic and it took me so litte time to fell in love with his work.

Oh, new year is in 24 hours. Might not be here to recap my final 2010 moments, but what the hell. Not like it's of any importance.

Happy new year, kids.

You Jelly?

Trolling. Satire, fooling, entrapment. Call it whatever. It is, a mythical profession, dedicated to ridiculate any force against the palm of your hand with lulzy result. It is, an art resulting from the past actions of everyone and everything, condemned in a small tome, lost in the ark of ages. It is, a juxtaposition of everything given to you through a small C shape pipe.

Trolling.

You jelly?

Back to nature. It's 5.24am. Now most of the time entries within the time of midnight to dusk is a bother to read due to the apparition of emo-ity. But no, today, as a failed lark, I brought upon you a tale of the past. The tale whereby I, young Teddy, entered a white building, with a cut throat endorsement. No, not the lawyer's office. The hospital.

You jelly?

As most of you, and I do press on that heavily, have already known, my immune system is in comparable to tofu. A little nudge and my flesh disperse, into all direction. No, do not insert jelly trolling now as I will slap your head. Right after dunking it in a flaming bath of fi-

You jelly?

The tale starts off with an unhappy Teddy. Now why is he unhappy? He must have been sick, and tired. And yes he was. Stacked with the barrens of work and such, his body could not take it after hitting the "wall". Crumbling down, the mixture of jelly was destroyed. It's like what those people say. Not enough gelatine la wei.

The next thing I remembered was he fell on the ground. With an overheated body, of 40 degrees. That's in celcius, mind you American readers. Hazily as it sounds to me, his heartrate was over 200 a minute. Now that is amazingly high. So he was rushed to Lam Wah Ee(horribly overpriced for an awesome place to stay, mind I say), IV-ed and such.

You jelly.

Overall he's fine, except being suspected for H1N1, and dengue. But those are crap made by the government to control the overexposure of child production. And believe me. They are.

And so on, he is back on his feet. And back to normal. And fear for thy tale is over.

Screw this post, you jelly.

TLDR - Teddy got into hospital, checked out fine, you jelly?
Trolling is a art.




Now that last line was trolling. Attempting to fix it is a successful trolling attempt. Which in by this case, you jelly.

I need a hero (To save me now)

I am somewhat addicted to Skillet and their type of rock. Simply because they do. And I don't mind recommending them to friends, but none of them share the same value of appreciation like I do towards non-mainstream music?

Speaking of loneliness, my birthday is approximately in 41 more hours, add 3 hours if you want the EXACT time of birth. And I'm sort of predicting a sad lonely day where everyone is having fun, forgetting about what 14 December holds. Like I once said before, "how significant can I get?"

I've just ninja-d my friend's Facebook(rare huh?) and on his birthday, he received lots of birthday wishes. Yes, I am jealous. That's because I am, like you, human. And I do get jealous when someone else gets appreciated rather than me.

Boohoo, crybaby Teddy.

But then you know you just can't kill a man when he's dead. I don't like wallowing in empty void, awaiting for a miracle anymore. It sucks when you're that vulnerable. It sucks too when you have so many things you want to share, but at the presence of others, you bottle them up, and sink it far inside.

A more exact line would be falling inside the black.

So I could be classified as a sudden temporary emo. Give me a computer, a connection and no friends after 2a.m and I'm bound to screw up and think about the dark and the past. Not so strong after all, am I?

Blah, I'm gonna go head to sleep now.

Emo post sucks.

Comatose

Has it ever occured to you that you forgot to do something in the past and now it's back to haunt you, leaving you confused, nimbled and lost?

I rather rot in the dark alone than spend another minute with you.

How could you, how could you, how could you hate me?

When all I wanted to be was you?

How could you, how could you, how could you love me?

When all you gave me was open wounds?

Tell me why you broke me down and betrayed my trust in you?

You can't stop me from falling apart,
cause my self-destruction is all your fault.

Stupid hole in slipper. GAH!

I SEE WHAT YOU DID THAR!

Stop eating. Hotel. Food.
They make you cling on them, like narchotics. Some sort of unwordable pleasure, acquired with a splash of tabasco sauce. It. WILL. Make. You. Fat. Faster.

Well it implies if the food is above decent, because seriously, no one wants to eat disgusting thing, save for Bear Grylls.

Out of context, was going downhill about 130km/h. No, not some crappy small degree slope, but the bad ass downhill behind Equatorial Hotel. It felt good, and for some reason, flashed me back 3 years when I was a real happy free cat.
I don't get to do random unconventional things as much as I used to back then. The sudden faintings, random screamings, nonstop laughters. They're more or less gone, or hiding in a dark room behind the lobby. And its up to me to get them back.

The quest for liberation begins!

Epic Checklist Return

Ohkay, time for the mangy checklist shizz.

1. Speed finger micro shizz - yeah right, maybe in 5 years time. ( Under Progress )
2. Land a job - done. Commis III in Equatorial Hotel, not bad. ( Done )
3. Tweak folders - done. Smooth shizz be shizz. Haters' gonna hate. ( Done)
4. Kill 15kg - UNDERWAY SHIZZ. ETS[estimated time of success], next year. (Under Progress)
5. Treat people to food - NEXT MONTH! ( Semi-done )
6. Go out more - uhh, shizz. ( Under Progress )
7. Watch Altitude - nope, no time. ( Phail )
8. Rate above - as above. ( Phail )
9. More sleep - maybe. ( Neutral )
10. Drink more water - not sick anymore, after 10 days =D ( Done/Under Progress)

So 3 done. Not so shabby.

Other than that, it feels lonely without them boys around to hang out with. Oh well its time for collecting money now.

The running cat.

Sick for a week, literally.

EPIC CHECKLIST COMING SOON

Watch And Learn

Trivial lifestyles, like eating an apple once a day should not be applicated into what you would call your life.

I don't really care, and I know I have really awesome eyes.

As a regular rulebreaker, I have always dreamed of entering someone's house with the intention to steal/kidnap/paint a large picture of a blue hippo outside their door. It's rewarding. It's therapheutic. Call it whatever. It's insanity.
You probably could not imagine the faces of those that wakes up to a hippo staring back at them. The blurry image, formed from their not-fully functional sight could create what we call a very large horny light blue spandex wearing kidnapper with an insight of a crocodile. Terrifying.

Join the circus of people while you're there.

I can't really tell if I'm depressed, mad, or just no longer redundant. A big void, which I usually ignore by filling it with food and awkward posterior of a lightpost. It has no sense. This line makes no sense. This whole blog makes no sense.

I don't act like the way I use to. Maturity? Maybe, but it's a thing you yearn after being an "adult" for 3 years. You obviously want to go back into the playground and slide into that loopy rainbow tube,which, you can't fit in anymore. Or play in the river, catching prawns and silly little fishes that you can't remember their names. Childhood.

Probably the thing that could bring me back to joy is a mille crepe, with awesome mango, or some shizz similar to it. Or baked fish with lemon butter sauce, served on french fries. Food is good, and it's better if you can make it on your own, provided, it, does, not, suck. That, or mamak. Transfer Road, I'm eyeing on you.

So now that both of my best doodbuddies are not here, for 1 year, I'll have to dig out my own way of entertainment. Time to get a blue spandex and learn the art of animal printing.

Or I could just dim the lights, and go webby with someone.

The reward is gold.

Prarapat

Okay we get it. Visage is a trilaning whore.

Problems to solve.
1. Learn more about speed finger micro - when you can barely manage a teamfight after pressing like wtf over 40 buttons under 20 second in a tense situation, you're not good enough.

2. Land a job - no joke. I need money.

3.Tweak folders - but to to the extent of screwing the register file, and what other application.

4. Kill at least 15kg - and be uber thin, and walk through glass.

5.Treat people to food - only applicable after number 2.

6. Go out more - life isn't all about reading and flaming trollsciencefags.

7. Watch Altitude - for the trailer is epic.

8. Rate how awesome is Altitude - applicable after 7.

9. Get more sleep - and stop posting things after it's 3am.

10. Drink more water - or I'll get slaughtered by my separated entity for being a sick-magnet.

That's all I cou- OH WAIT

A WILD NINJA APPEARS
*throws ninjaball*

Thunderbird

Psycho, groupie, cocaine, crazy,
Psycho, groupie, cocaine, crazy,
Psycho, groupie, cocaine, crazy,
Psycho, groupie, coke,

Makes you high, makes you hide,
Makes you really wanna go, STOP.

It's really unacceptable how I missed all this epicity, that I once dwell in. I need a serious major reboot, but not high enough to wreck me from the things that were, and still, prominent.

Rock is power.

Metal, however is epic.

When you get a fusion of both, it becomes a part of me.

=D

I NEED MOAR NUUU SONGS NAO

Shin, dig

I've come to my senses.

I love killing.

Be it some weird worm, green leaves, or fictional pixel model characters. I just like to stick whatever that is in possession into them, leaving them on a pool of blood/juice/bodily fluid derived from their very own. This, and cheese, are both very epic.

On another topic.

Don't you love this game? =D

Yes I know my zen garden isn't fully developed with all the plants blablablablabla. But I'm getting there. Fuck you and your liberal elitism. Fuck that if you did not fuck it. Fuck it, I'm sleeping. Capabilities, oohlala.