T%$@#!^%@ RANT! *$#%&^@

Firstly, this entry might hit you on the head. Or hit the head of someone you know. Frankly speaking, for some of you, this might seem offensive especially if you are the sensitive type (in which this entry is intended for).

Alright, here the sitch. Lately, there has been quite a lot of cry-for-help (as Mr. Kenny described them) type of posts on Facebook. And me reading those posts, means that you (poster) are my friend, and you posted them for all your friends to see/respond to. Again, ALL your friends to see/respond to.

But sadly, when some people responded (lets just say it's me), you tend to disregard my help, my attemp to help you in favor of someone who:

1) Is your own kind
2) Is cute
3) You want to shag

Let me tell you about asking for help. You ASK for it. You WANT it. Else you wont be posting it on the net for everyone to see. And the thing about asking for help is, YOU CANNOT FREAKING CHOOSE WHO YOU WANT TO HELP YOU. Well, unless you post the "help me" part on that person's page. OR, you put in the end of your whoring/asking for help posts, something like "ONLY <INSERT YOUR PREFERENCE> CAN REPLY/HELP"

So that way, only people that 1) Is your own kind, 2) Is cute, 3) You want to shag can reply, and I will know that I need not to. Kapish?

I'm not choosy as to people who needs help. But when I try to help you, please at least try to acknowledge. I'm not saying you have to acknowledge me every time, but it's kinda F-ed up when you IGNORE ME EVERY TIME.

AND I'M 1000% SURE YOU ARE IGNORING ME BECAUSE WHEN SOMEONE OF THE THREE CATEGORIES CAME ON, YOU REPLY SO FAST, THAT LIGHT HAS YET TO COMPLETE ITS 300000 KM TRAVEL.

As the Malays put it, "Gatal je (P**I/P****T/C***P/K**E) nak reply kat diorang tu". So, there you go. My rant. I'm pretty sure that there are many that feels the same way, but since they don't speak up, I will. And if you're not down with that, I've got two words for you.

SUCK IT!

Oh my, look at the time.

"Your hair is really frizzy,"
Well, I do have "frizzy" in my middle name.

"Why are you so cold sometimes?"
Well, I do have "freeze" in my middle name.

"Why can't you stand the cold if you have "freeze" in your middle name?"
Well, I...I...oh hey, NYANCAT!!

My Path

You've all heard this before. How life has infinite possibilities. I don't believe that one bit. There weren't many paths for me to choose. Sometimes, there would only be one. From the limited possibilities I faced, the choices I made have brought me this far. That's why I value the path I chose... I want to hold true to the path that HAD to be taken.

-Irvine-

Boku no Kioku

I used to write (type) love letters that I never sent. All of them were for one girl. Just one. I typed them using WordPad, not Notepad nor Microsoft Word. It's because they were my "word"s, and not my "note"s. Also, my feelings for the girl were neither "micro" nor "soft".

There was a folder of letters. And recently, the HDD that I used to store those letters crashed. So I lost all of them. Forever. Maybe it's a sign that I should just move on. Memories gone. But maybe, just maybe, new ones will be made.

Right and Duty

But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security.

BUMMER!

I actually wanted to just post this on Facebook, but then it would be too long for the status update space, so here we are. Plus, I just wanted to try out my new keyboard, Razer Blackwidow Ultimate.

So I went to The Curve today (sending my sister to meet with her client). And since I'm too lazy to make a second trip, I stayed there to wait until she finishes the meeting. At first I wanted to watch a movie, but then the nice movies are not out until next week, so I just walked around.

Then I saw a cute girl at a clothing shop. But I couldn't just stop and stare, so I just walked and walked and walked, until I get tired and wanted to sit down. The area with the bald piano man was crowded, but there was one seat available. So I sat down, until the woman next to me farted like . Leaving the place stink, and people looking at each other to blame. BITCH!

And so I walked again, until I reached Borders. I took a book from the shelves and started reading. It was a really interesting/informational/humorous book on philosophy. After a while, someone came and sat next to me. It was the cute girl from the clothing shop! I was like, "Thank You God!".

I noticed the books she read. Was quite a number. Three titles that she put beside me were "Born To Love", "Love in Life" and "How to Cope With Depression". I take it that she is currently single from those titles. She noticed that I was looking at her books and gave me a really cute smile, and I was like "ada harapan ni". I wanted to start a conversation, but feeling like a book in hand is not going to make a nice impression, I stupidly put down the philosophy book, and went to get another (konon nak impress kan la ni).

I got another book from the shelves and went back to my seat. And the girl gave me a really angry/annoyed look. I was quite puzzled for the sudden change of reaction, until I noticed the title of the book that I put down.


I think...that she thinks that I was making fun of her -_-''. And before I can even say "hi", she got up and left while giving me the look. Bummer. Termenung aku duduk kat situ.

After about half an hour of wallowing in self-pity, I got out of Borders and went to e@Curve. Again, I walked and walked with no purpose when suddenly, going down the escalator, I felt like someone was staring at me. It was her, again, eating at McDonald's still giving me the look -_-''.

Btw, "the look", is "squinting her eyes and looking with a fed-up/annoyed expression".

Today is just not that great. Heck, it's not even good. Except for the part where I get to meet some friends from uni :D.

Again, Bummer.

What are words?

"But it's just something I said at the spur of the moment. I don't really mean it,".

I hate those words. Really really hate them. For me, what ever it is that you said, it is something that can be held to you. It is your responsibility, your promise. And even if it's not recorded, the weight of a promise stays the same.

That is why I always choose my words carefully. Unless of course, I am emotionally unstable at the moment, which lead me to, "let it out", so to speak. And even then, I still will take whatever it is coming to bite me, because it was a given. You would know this to be true if you are my close friends. Even some of my normal friends have known this. Because should they ask me for some arrangements, I would add my own clause to it, should I think it is the one that I can keep.

For example, some might ask me to be at a place at a certain time. If I think I could not make it, I will tell you straight, and make another, "offer", so to speak. I do this not because I am a nice, good person. It's because friendship, for me, is a privilege. Because for me, friends are hard to come by. Acquaintances come and go. A lot. But friends, not so much.

And yea, I'm writing this (after 4 months of absence) because something happened. Something that someone did not really mean apparently, when talking to me. This is like 5 years ago, all over again. And the most troublesome part is, just like 5 years ago, I stupidly added my clause to the words that it became my suggestion. My promise.

Whatever happens, I will still keep my end of the promise. Because my promise is one of the things that I treasure. It is who I am.

So, to anyone reading his, please, choose your words carefully. Speak them, if, and only if you intend to see it through. Because trust me, if you don't, it might not happen now, but someday, you will wake up alone and not knowing the reason why. Why people leave.

Alrighty then, off to sleep I go (or not). I leave this video by Mr. Medina: