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For those of you who may not have been perceptive enough to have seen the link....I am not really shutting down...

Just sorta moving to one site instead of managing 2....

Its the title for the unperceptive ones....cheerz

Shutting Down

Dear friends...and people who still read my blog for the lack of entertainment it has.....

I am officially shutting down this blog....

If you come here to read my uneventful bitching and oh-so-entertaining words of wisdom, you can still find me at my photolog -

HERE

Cheerz

Moving on

Its 12.30am as of now. I have to wake up at 4.30am to make it in time for the morning ceremony of a wedding tmrw in Klang. This will be my last job for awhile. I am officially going to try to stay on track in college. This has by far been my worst in my entire college life. I have missed enough classes for my friend to have asked me the other day if I was really taking that subject.

moving on....

I have now been sober for 4 weeks. Going on 5 this week. Let nothing break my spell. For it has been rumored that I may die from excessive alcohol consumption.

And THEY keep saying I'm only 21. What does age have to do with it?

moving on....

I officially have the most monotonous and boring lecturer for Journalism. His tone, his reading of the notes (Which we have and can read clearly), combined with the power of the air conditioner in that tiny pathetic space we so fondly call our classroom, has me fighting my own body to stay awake. The others didn't put up as good a fight as I did at that.

moving on....

I have come to realize how much I demand attention from the world. I am an attention whore.

*rephrase* I am a male attention whore (You think I'm chauvinistic don't you).

moving on....

I better go to sleep or I might die from being awake until 12am Sunday.

moving on....to bed

MTV VMA '09

I was just watching the VMA's this morning and started to wonder....

What if Osama were to blow up all these people. Wouldn't it be crazy if a plane crashed into VMA's or Grammy's or Golden Globe's? What then would be of the entertainment industry? How would the lost of a few hundred stars and celebrities affect America as a nation? Wonder if Osama ever thought about it.

People pay attention when thousands are murdered. How much attention would you pay when hundreds of celebrities are too?

For the record, I am not a terrorist.

I am a ponderer.

Miss World Malaysia '09

This is Miss World Malaysia '09.

"Beauty is power. Use with caution"

How can you deny that being a good tagline.

Problem is it comes with a picture of a girl sitting on a guy, like he's a chair. To add to that, there's a speech bubble coming out of her mouth which reads "Toy boy. Get your own boy wonder here"

Upon clicking the word Toy Boy you are immediately redirected to a page with video's of men doing stupid things like pretending to be a dog and doing a little naughty dance.

Its so interactive, theres even a video in which you move your cursor over to make him bark and beg.

No seriously WTF???

There is no point at all to this page besides dumb-ass videos of dumb-ass men.

"Show them who's the boss"

Not very clever, especially on this ridiculous page.

Turns out Miss Malaysia is nothing more than a hard to maintain, superficial girl, who needs nothing more than men to roll and beg at her feet (This explains the long walks on the beach with that new dog). Or at least thats the message we're trying to send across.

The people who thought this up obviously aren't very bright or don't possess very good foresight.

You see for yourself:

http://www.missworldmalaysia.com.my/toy_boy.asp

Edit:

Oh get this...

"Show the world that you can make men be your plaything.
That you can toy with them.
Then, send it out, and show the world just how powerful you are."

Acceptance

I am who i am.

I cannot change the way I was structured to think, and worse than that I cant I change the way I feel.

A woman gave me life, and a woman shall end it. I swear by this.

Women are the bane of what little an existence I have.

Emo is back.

Jerking

I know the deeds past. I know the way my tongue snares and strikes at the innocent. I know my folly and arrogance.

I think back and can't seem to remember what caused me to lose the ability to stay my tongue. My memories deceive me and my mind betrays me. I have a thin filter between my brain and my tongue, and evidently an extremely thin one.

I know my arrogance will consume me. Humility is something I lack and humiliation is something foreseen. There are the few who stand their ground and show me what its like to be at the other end of sharp edged words. And yet, too few to have me learn the importance of putting my tongue on a short rope.

Time and time again I look up the word humility in the dictionary, as my father told me to time and time again. Time and time again I forget the true meaning of the word and act it out with actions more than I do my mouth.

But we learn that mankind is ignorant and horrible at perception and only believe the said word. Mankind chooses to listen more than they see. They look and yet they dont see and that is where my problem begins. I've worked to overcome this before and yet I realize, every 3 months, to no avail it has come.

It is time I learn to stay my tongue, for I fear it will be the end of me.

But seen from a different angle, it makes me the man I am. Entertaining at its least. What joy do we have at conversation if it were a few people being silent, or worse yet, talking about something uncommon to each. Is it not the little mocking that we do each other that makes life that bit more interesting. It is at least something common, for what is more common to human beings than the mistakes we make. To talk about victories would only make us braggarts and seem all the more arrogant than we already do.

What is victory without its failures. For without failure, can we truly appreciate victory?

If people did not point out each others downfalls, how would we really know that we are at its core, imperfect beings?

Its a dirty, dirty job, but somebody's got to do it....