Dobby = Yoda?

Hello there.

Okay guys, this is an impromptu post but I really, REALLY have to share this with you guys.

It might be a few days back some of you probably saw it already but nonetheless, you need to see it, AGAIN.

So I was on Facebook, and I saw a friend's post. He was sharing an article, well I'm not sure if it's real or what. But seriously, can I say, "What the uncle f***"?

Well, the title of the article's called, "Lone Nepali Soldier Defends Potential Rape Victim Against 40 Men" Yea, that's right. No... not 4... there were 40 freaking men!!!! So when I first saw the title, I was like, "Oh.. Come on, this can't be happeni-.... Holy shit, this guy's good." The last time you heard 1 men fighting more than 10 guys was probably,

1 Neo vs. 100 Agent Smiths

That's right. The Matrix. Only thing is, this is actually real life. I mean, if you had me up against 1 other guy, I'd probably pussy out (or you could actually think of it as I'm giving them a chance to live.).

Y'know what the best part is? He went against 40 guys, armed with KNIVES and GUNS, with a kukri. Go search it up. Okay maybe you don't have to, caz it's just a dagger. (So now I'm starting to think Batman's from Nepal instead of Gotham)

Soooo, to summarize the story, Bishnu was just chillin' in da trainz. Then 40 men crashed the party and started robbing people. So Bishnu didn't fight them off instantly, no... he just watched. UNTIL, the girl beside him almost got raped, and she begged him to help.

So he "thought of her as his sister" and went batshit crazy on those gangsta dudes. Well he didn't get all of them, but... HE KILLED 3 MEN and beat the hell out of 8 other dudes, while the others fled. Kinda reminds me of,


I mean, seriously, 40 - 3- 8 = 29. There were 29 guys left and they decided to run away . Great.

Okay. So the moral of the story is, "sex sells". A train getting robbed isn't something important, but, saving a girl's important? (why can't he think of all the people in the train as his family and save all their asses.)

So if you're wondering why they got these Nepali soldiers to guard the Ministers in Singapore. You have your answer. They could probably bust your car in 5 secs, then run around the world and hit themselves in the back of their heads.

These are the guys we need as commandos, not me. *Hint hint*.

But with all those aside, GOOD JOB BISHNU. Sometimes you just gotta show those guys who's boss.

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Well, It Must Be Difficult Being So Gorgeous.

Hi guys.

As you can see, I haven't really made this post public. I mean, like, I haven't posted it on facebook or twitter or whatever. Mainly caz it's just for me. Or maybe even for people who really care. I mean I know this blog prolly doesn't get a lot of loyal readers. I mean, afterall, I'm not the type who updates every single day. So if you're reading this, really wanna thank you from the deepest darkest (okay maybe not darkest) bottom of my heart. If you happened to see this by luck, then... Good for you. Or maybe not so good. Depending on how you see it. Hahah.

I'm not really going to make this an official one or whatever. Just needed some kinda of platform to lay my thoughts out. So, 2011 started. And I really thought it'd be a good year. But somehow I just got propelled into this mountain of shit. Really bad start.

So what's basically going on in my life, is just... I don't really know how to describe it. It's like almost how I felt a year ago. Before I created this blog. Very lost and stuff. Just living every day as it is. I don't usually do very personal/emotional blogposts, but I really need to set some sort of direction.

Remember how I started out saying I had 4 main reasons for setting up this blog? Sharing random shit with you guys, "networking/final year project", self-improvement and making new friends.

Yea sure, I've shared some random shit with you guys. I've made new friends (probably not through this blog). But self-improvement? It's rather hilarious how after all these time I thought I'm changing for the better, but now that I've looked back. I've turned out to be quite the douchebag that I never thought I'd be. It's like I kinda sidetracked a lot halfway through. I'm doing fucking retarded shit that destroys me. I've given up on my academics. I've lost track of my goals. It's like I don't even know what I'm trying to do anymore.

So I've heard I come across as an "act-cool" dude to others. Yea, maybe that's what I'm doing. Acting cool. I'm not cool. Maybe it's caz I've got so caught up in maintaining some kind of image I THOUGHT I had. "Narcissistic to the point of near delusion." Probably the best description of me. Self indulgent too.

I really liked how I sounded so passionate about this blog thing when I started out. I knew I wasn't gonna make it big. Not even close. It's like all the fire inside just died. I don't know why. I didn't even carry out the comic idea.

But you have to understand, people just don't get it. I mean, I know myself best. I just really need someone to listen. Or maybe I don't, because sometimes I don't even feel like talking to people. So people see me being quiet all the time. "stoning" as they would call it. I'm not stoning. I just can't tell how people I feel. They don't know how it's like to be me. I'm not some kind of natural at this. A lot of people have awesome PR skills. They talk to people so easily. I can't. I have to act like I can do it. It's all these fake confidence that you get from me. Because now I realize, I'm not a confident guy. If people tell me, "yea totally getz how you feel man." when they actually don't. It breaks me.

So now I really miss the guy who was typing on this very space many months ago. When he was just quiet, introverted but motivated. A person who wouldn't try for others but himself. A person who had all the time he wanted. A person who'd go for a run to watch the night sky. And now I plead. Please come back. Because you didn't need anyone else but yourself. It's a shame how you wanted people in your life so badly.

It's not a bad thing to shut yourself out from the world. Yes you can explore, but you'd still come back all beaten and bruised. Lesson learnt? Apathy's the way to go.

Now I'm just praying, (and definitely working on) for something to start spinning those shitty-ass cogs in my engine. Some kind of motivation to steer me back into the right direction. Because I really need it now. And fast. Raaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrr. It's hard though. I'm gonna eat some cereals now.

How do people balance their lives. It's like impossible that's why I'm not even asking as a question, which explains why there's no question mark. You guys must be freaks. Either that or you're really good actors. Something I've been trying to become.

One thing hasn't changed for sure.. I still have the same 2 pairs of jeans to give out. Hahah. Who wants to win them. You can formspring me or something. Hahah just kidding. but really I want to give those away. So tired now.

As all of the teenagers would say, I wanna sleep forever. That just got me thinking, Isn't that like dying? I don't wanna die. i just wanna rest. Maybe for a few days straight. I want a bird to take me sooo high up into the night sky. Just leave me there floating for days, where there'll be no days, only nights. Then there will only be the accompaniment of stars and the moon. And maybe nice music.

Goodnight guys. Can't believe how long I took to type this.

For Me, For Us, For Good.

Hello there.

What's up guys. It's gonna be a loooonnnnngggg post. Caz I have to rant. And I have a discussion to share. So if you don't wanna read the whooooolllleee thing, you can stop after reading half of it. And come back to read the other half. :)

So I know a lot of you have been dying to ask me this. (okay maybe I was exaggerating just a bit.) So someone's finally beat you guys to it.

So finally I get to clear things up.

Is that even a question! I mean, just see for yourself!

Specimen #1 - Asian people

Specimen #2 - White people

There. Self-explanatory. (Btw, I really love that picture. As in, the angmoh girl one. But that doesn't make me a perv okay. You gotta admit she's pretty damn hot)

Okay, the main reason why I like white people is because they make everything look awesome! Like clothes and stuff (as compared to the asian models). I mean that's probably true because they have nicer/defined facial features. For example, that's why all our mothers like to pull our flat noses when we were younger. Because they wanted us to have nose-bridges, which most white people have.

Secondly, white people have nicer builds. Like, they're taller, they have wider shoulders and stuff. That's why clothes seem to fit them so much better. (I think?) I mean, take a look at lookbook.nu.

Oh and did I mention, more of the angmohs get to chase their own dreams? Like they can easily form a band and play music all day, without worrying about angry parents or their own survival. Asian culture usually stops us from doing what we really want. Because of over protective parents, etc. etc.

Now, before you guys go all batshit crazy about how I'm anti-Asians. I'd like to clarify that, I AM NOT anti-Azn. In fact I'm pretty proud of us, because we are better than them at certain things.

No. 1. Freaking crazy food

Honestly, we Asians are so kick ass at being exotic, our food's sooooo crazy even foreign Asians won't eat them. We've got freaking spicy food, insects, raw fish, animal testicles .. ( I could go on for ages). I mean , seriously, the way angmohs shun Durians, they might as well put it up on Fear Factor as a challenge. And our chilli sauce at McDonald's probably waaayyy too spicy for them.

No. 2. Horror Movies!

Angmohs obviously can't handle horror flicks as well as us. I mean seriously, look how they publicized Paranormal Activity. "One of the scariest movies of all times"? You've got to be kidding. Have they seen Thai horror movies? And all the lousy remakes of Japanese films like "The Ring" and "One Missed Call". Seriously. They have to do better than that. (Oh btw, I'm a real pussy. I HATE horror films. But the angmoh horror films don't really scare me that much. Maybe except, for one or two. :/)

No. 3. Really crazy- assed gameshows.

Really, Asians have the funniest gameshows. I mean, Ninja Warrior is totally whacked. And not only the Japanese have funky stuff, the Hong Kong dudes have some decent gameshows too. America has American Gladiators and Wipeout or whatever. But seriously, you don't get to see nearly naked guys running around on TV or people passing frogs around with their mouths.

So that's about it I guess. So Angmohs vs Asians? I'd say, there's no need to compare. I like both of them. But I guess, I just want what I don't have. Freedom, chance to do whatever they like to do, awesome facial features. Their lifestyles. Culture. Yeap. Guess, the grass is always greener on the other side.

OKAY. So.. time for a mini story. I was in school today. And I was distributing some products to students and the staff of SP. Most of you might know, I have a really bad temper. And the last thing I need is f***ed up and demanding people/customers. (which probably explains why I'm never gonna work in the customer service line) When I meet people like that, I'll really lose control.

So what happened was, this lecturer came to us and Clemence (my friend) explained to him that there was this admin difficulty we experienced and how we were sorry he couldn't get his product today. So he started ranting and raised his voice at poor Clemence who was trying to please him like a real customer service pro. (Respect.)

So yea, I kinda lost it after a while and I raised my voice back at him, saying that there was nothing we can do about it now. And he should probably go back and wait for us to call him, and that we'll do it ASAP. Obviously, in a meaner tone. (But, in my defense, I tried explaining also.)

This mofo, of ALL screwed up things he had to say, he asked me to, "You. Shut up." With the talk-to-the-hand gesture. So that was basically it, he went past my limits. So I shouted at him, in front of a lot of people and we kind of got into an argument. I said something like, "You're a freaking lecturer and you're telling me, a student, to shut up. What the hell is that supposed to mean." (With a lot of exclamation marks, like !!!!!) Yea and then I was ready to stand up to continue our argument. Caz he was some short shit. And I was about to use my height to intimidate him. :) Very mean, I know. But I swear it works. But Clemence, Theophilus and the grp kinda held me back.

But guys! I wasn't gonna hit him! I swear! I'm not the type to get into a fight and get screwed over caz I hit some lame duck. Hahah. You guys overestimate me. I wayyyyy too much of a coward to hit someone. I was probably gonna say, "you go play scissors paper stone with the mirror. If you win then you come and talk to me."

Anyway, to the nincompoop lecturer, we don't freaking owe you the goddamn world. So take it like a man and stfu. We're students, not some kinda pro customer service team. If you want a scolding, I'll jolly-well give it to you. Because I'm not the type who'd bend my back all the way to smell your ass. It should have been you who was sitting at the pavement along the road, not the two indians who died/severely injured. And another car would have freaking ran you over. So you die, x 2. And now I'm gonna take back what I said, because according to others, my curses really work sometimes. And I don't want to feel guilty. And I don't want your family to be sad over someone like you. And I don't really know you. (Btw, I know his name, so I'm thinking if I should write a complaint letter. But then again, that makes me look like a behind the scene coward.)

Okay that's all for the rant guys. Really angsty ending. But really, that guy deserves a beating.

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Traitors Never Play Hang-man.

Hey yaaaa.

Noticed how I didn't say "Hello there." at the start? Ha. Gotcha suckers.

So what's up guys. Okay so.. there's this recent hype about some Alien business going on. So it's about this Alien invasion that's most probably gonna take place in.. uhmm.. when? You guessed it. DEC 2012. So really, with all the imminent chaos that's gonna strike Earth, like erupting volcanoes or like big ass tsunamis. The last thing we really need is aliens coming to zap our brainz out.

Well, normally this is the part when I shout, HOLY SHIT, BALLZ. I mean, honestly, it sounds really really fake because some asshole (whom we probably don't know/is really not reliable) predicted world's gonna end in 2012 and all this shit comes out. But I've gotta admit, I'm pretty freaked out by it too.

Apparently, scientists said that the freaking "spaceship" is 240km long. Dudes, 240 KILOMETRES. Best part is, there are gonna be THREE of them! Awwwweessoommee. Good news is.. they're kinda at Pluto now. And I think we're gonna be able to see them once they reach Mars. I have no idea if that's cool, but it's like swimming in open waters looking at a shark's fin skimming the surface IN YOUR DIRECTION.

Now look, I know the stereotypical aliens probably look something like this.

"E.T. phone homeeeeeeee~", I know this is not E.T. you geeks.

That'd be good enough, because imagine THESE dudes walking out from those spacecrafts!

"Dude.. we gon' pwn these Humans so bad. They've only got body hair for armour. hur hur."

Or maybe even giant bugs. Or stuff like that. Y'know foreign (and scary!) looking fags with spikes or tentacles on their bodies. They really look they can deal some serious damage. Like ripping out your guts or laying eggs in your bodies or some shit like that. It's never gonna be good. Oh have I mentioned, since they probably kick our asses at technology, fighting them isn't really gonna be of any use.

Okay, I'll be honest. The only reason why I'm freaking out right now is because I'M GONNA BE IN THE ARMY IN 2012! Which means if these mofos ever come here, I'll be fighting them off!!!!!!!!!!!! Which brings me to my point of "fighting them isn't really gonna be of any use.." because I'm STILL GONNA END UP DEAD. And I already imagine it to be a really painful one. Dying's fineeee. But not a painful one! I don't want my legs shredded or getting impaled with an electric spear.

Oh and, they're probably gonna find us soooooo intriguing they're gonna cut us up like we do to new species of animals. Explore our body and stuff. Y'know? And you should know that the stuff I'm saying, isn't really helping how I'm feeling right now.

At this point, I really hope what comes out of the spaceships will look more like,

Insert kiddy scream > "Yaaaaayyyyy!"

Or maybe even a group of this,

If you ask who she is, I'm gonna have to beat your ass.

What? Just sayin'. Being realistic over here. Oh and I want them to be really friendly too. So we won't have to fight them. And for once we'd actually make peace with something. As long as they don't get angry and start morphing into something bad.

Aliens, if you're reading this, PLEASE. WE COME IN PEACE.

Oh btw, if you guys have these rings,

Only the best Drop Dead rings ever!

It's by Drop Dead Clothing, I think? PLEASE, sell it to me if you really don't want it anymore. And if it's fake, don't bother. The original's like 150 bucks? Well... a guy said they are gold plated. I really want it. :(

So that's about it guys, I'll see you guys soon!

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