Am I doing this right?

I have not been single for this long since 1973. No, its not easy as 1, 2, 3. This is rocket science i tell you. Brain neurons and whatever shit is playing up in my brain. On another note, the saying that we only use 10% of our brains? That's a myth. Put the myth aside, now lets get back to this, pathetic expression of misery.

I came, I'm trying, I'm losing.

This battle of options; floating in the air like eagles, waiting for their preys. It's more like standing on the side of a cliff; a big-ass cliff, in the lands of bad-ass cliff. These raging hormones of mine are boiling inside just like a big-ass active volcano, in the land of big-ass active volcanoes.

Fuck you for not letting me see this earlier. Fuck you for not telling me what i should do. And finally fuck myself for not grasping this fading opportunity to make myself feel good.

Had a good chat with my lecturer over lunch the other day. Surprisingly, he made me think even clearer. He made me see what I have not seen (and should've seen) for so long. Why, why, why have i not acted earlier.

I have been lying to myself since day one. Take note, that that 'day one' is a very specific day in my book.

If you're reading this..

..you might have a little time to spare. Spending your free time reading this blog, is gratifying. I'm easily distracted by things around me. I can't seem to focus on one thing at a time. Luke from Modern Family remind me of myself - plus the composure of being a normal human being.

One of those nights.

I may find myself in a very complicated situation from time to time. When I am, don't push me. Even the slightest provocation will result in a disastrous, destructive, unwanted comeback from me. In general, everyone has the tendency to flip out. Like a beehive, once you poke it with a stick, you're dead.

When a hot chick takes on the triple meat log.

 A bottle of beer, a bowl of dip sauce, and one over-sized meat log - that's how she likes it.

Here, she performs a flawless log dipping technique.

 There she goes.

No, she’s not doing what you think she is. Perv.

 Home entertainment at its best.

 Probably the best angle of her feasting on that huge chunk of that meat roll.

That's what she looks like without that big fat log shoved up her throat.

“One shall know how to devour his or her food in a very enticing manner.” 

– Dzafri Adzmi

Magda Klebanska – Polish prowess.

Grrr.

Aku nak kau peluk Islam boleh?

I would never, ever wipe that smirk off that face.

Mark Zuckerberg and his social network.

The message here is clear.

You can’t climb up the pecking order if you don’t be the best asshole you could ever imagine yourself to be.

I learned shitloads of lessons from watching this influential, pretentious, mind-boggling piece of work. (Yep, I said it, mind-boggling).

I actually watched this movie when it first came out. I just didn’t get the chance to blog about it back then. If you haven’t seen this movie, you certainly should.

Mark Zuckerberg, a prime example of an evil genius.

Split-second decisions.

You know you’re in deep shit if you ever found yourself in the shittiest, most fucked up situation ever imagined.

The softly verbalized “shits” and “fucks” are undoubtedly the most sputtered words with the hopes of reaching composure in a very, very short period of time – only to realize that it won’t help you in any shape or form.

It is the only time when you feel so naked, so fragile, and so…weak at the same time. Not a very good combination, now is it?

The world is a very cruel place to be. Wait, no, that’s wrong. Time (which exists in a merciless place called Earth), is very cruel.

Oh well, without time, we are nobody. You won’t be the person who you are today.

Time makes you tick, remember?

Getting to know me.

By this point, as you have read my previous entries I presume you must be thinking that I am a music lover, an avid Liverpool FC fan, and a douchebag.

If you are, congratulations. I love you.

Sincerely,

Your one and only virtual arsehole.

This is a video of my kitten, and my tasty fingers.

I have been scratched and bitten viciously by many cats that I have ever owned in my life time. I have been left frustrated by the amount of vases and valuables that these cats have knocked over. They are one of the most annoying creatures ever to grace the face of the earth.

But I don't care.

My love for these badass felines is eternal. I am a cat-person, and forever will be. Cats FTW!

I love you, Cat.

The Black One Effect.

Having your own guitar hero is one thing. Having a guitar hero is another. 

This is the legendary, Fender Black One Stratocaster custom made by Mr. John himself.

Okay, he did not make it entirely, but he did give a significant amount of man-handling on his guitar. It's like perfecting the creation of his own 'woman'.  The birth of Mayer's Black One several years back has got me drooling over him and his guitar.

You see, Mayer has this great taste in guitar tones. As an amateur guitar player, I gradually develop a sense of guitar tones of my own. It's something that you go through experience to learn; you can't just read about it. 

John Mayer's expertise in guitar playing techniques and tone preference is simply out of this world. 

Why can't I be like him? :/

Because..

I can't be like him, I won't be like him, and neither will you.

“I'm singing what I want to sing based on the emotion of what that day feels like. That's what comes out of my mouth and guitar. That impacts people. They know anything can happen.”

- John Mayer

 

I don't do intimacy?

intimacy |ˈintəməsē|
noun ( pl. -cies)
close familiarity or friendship; closeness : the intimacy between a husband and wife.
• a private cozy atmosphere : the room had a peaceful sense of intimacy about it.
• an intimate act, esp. sexual intercourse.

On my blog? Hell no. I don't go round and parade as if everyone was my best friend.

Aaaaand I'm pretty sure you don't intend to waste your time engaging in knowing about my deepest, darkest secrets. It's not for you to know, it's only for me. I know you people out there don't give a shit.

Holycow Matt Greiner is amazing

Bill Shankly - YNWA

“Some people think football is a matter of life and death. I assure you, it's much more serious than that.”

-Bill Shankly

Lissie - Pursuit of Happiness

Lissie's cover is Kid Cudi's Pursuit of Happiness tops my artists-who-cover-other-artists'-songs list.

Obvious reasons that I have to point out anyways:

1. She refuses to wear brassier but shaves her armpits.
2. Playing two instruments at one time never fail to excite everyone.
3. Being sober does not work for her on stage.

This was supposed to be a personal blog.

Guess what, one random person decided to follow my blog.

Didn't expect that, but thank you. I guess I'll be posting more entries in the future since that I have my followers (two followers, exactly) to satisfy their need of stimulating brain cells to kill boredom off the virtual world.

Thank you, Sailaaf.

UPDATED:

Now I have THREE loyal followers. HAHA.

Am I suffering from an overused condition called INSOMNIA?

I don't think I am. At least I don't think that I am.

It is common to come across  Facebook or Twitter statuses saying that one is suffering from insomnia. Especially during a hectic examination week for us students. Are they self-labeling themselves as insomnia patients? Or did they really get the thumbs up from legit doctors to declare themselves as insomniacs on social networking sites?

Itu lah persoalannya....

Profanity on personal blogs are so overrated.

I try not to use profanity on my blog. Ergh, fuck that.

It's been a while.

Let's see, this would be my first entry in a few months.


Why?

Maybe because I don't give a shit about my blog?


I don't know.

Okay, let's get to the serious part right 'ere.
It's THAT part of the week again. Yes, you've guessed it right (or didn't), it's final examination week. This time around, it spans over 10 days. In other words, it's ten days worth of constant revising and group studying. Okay, maybe not. But you get the idea.


Funny thing about this sequential days of brain-squeezing week is that, I don't sleep right, EVERYTIME. At the end of every semester that I have been a student of UiTM Malacca, I'd fuck up my biological clock. I sleep during the day, wide awake during the night. I know this happens to most of you, it's not what you want isn't it? Meh, we'll get the hang of it. We all do, apparently.

An insect has found its way to nestle against my laptop monitor. Have a nice day, everyone.