MY life

Ahhhhh.....
My life is so fking complicated, so complicated that if i tell it will blow ur brains outta that tin can head of urs.

Sigh, here we go..

Have breakfast,
Fuck,
Have lunch,
Fuck,
Have dinner,
Fuck,
Sleep.

Replay this everyday.... so fking complicated man.. man...if only it was much simpler..

woooh
saw this chick
walkin by my flick,
suga suga was sweet,
that tone on ur skin,
gets me lifted,
that booty gets me hyped,
that slim curvy body,
getting my hands on that,
feeling that body of urs,
spanking those D's just gets me crazy..
suga suga how u get so fly?

alright alright, time for some business. Today i have a bio presentation, guess my topic....
IT WAS d best topic in the world, GONORRHEA! yes! gonorrhea! HOLE IN UR DICK! u dick face!
foooh! fking pwned that shit man! i was talking like AL gore or OBAMA! just better! mmm.....sweeeet public speech boy!
fuk ur mother! i is cool! u is the suck ! mmm....... me and my partner fking scored 101%

.!. .!. TAKE THAT BITCH!

fking flies

Have u ever have ur lunch with ur frens in sort of place where the tables are under BIG enourmous trees? Ah... u might love.. BUT I DONT bitch!

U order one big nice ORANGE juice...mmm.... yummy....
the waiter comes with it... u see bright orange that makes ur throat sizzle.
U take a sip, JUST A SIP, not a gulp.
U push it a lil futher away so it wont drop..
DROP KA boom! a leaf drops onto it...
nah it doesn't matter... it's just a leaf.. so wat?
WELL, LET ME TELL U WAT THAT LEAF IS ALL ABOUT.
IT's not just a leaf u fool!! do u know how much rain went through that leaf? do u know how fking pollute the rain is? DO u know how MUCH FKING BIRDSHIT that leaf went THROUGH?????!! u big motha FKING DUMB ASS DICK FKING FACE!

pfft... it's just a leaf.. IT"S A WHOLE LOT OF BIRDSHIT!

y...my title is flies? lazy to continue..till the next time..

i looked back into the days where i blogged, it seems that i use to write bout the angers that i feel around me that i see. For example, the public toilets.. the peeing with Parkinson... stuff like that. For short, i write my anger about my surroundings. Now things seems to be boring, no more laughter bout the things i write. I have a fren who read the recent post and finds it boring whereas when he reads my old post he would laugh madly. So..to make my readers happy, i am gonna blog like how i use to! with a lil extra anger.. rhyming.. (can sharpen my skills also)

gugu gaga,
slap ur papa,
punch ur mama,
kiss ur lipa,
spank ur woopa,
pound ur vagina..

i know...i love rhyming... it sickens me at times.

man...
i'm lost... i've lost my fire to reach my dreams... y?
where did i lost it?
oh god.... where did i lost it?

Now I'm on Highway 2-7 need a natural graze road
I'm already blowed, hit third I'm a be be blowed some mo'
Pulled up, stop parked, rims still spinning
Valet look like he in the game and must be winning
To room 490 I'm headed, on my way up
There's three girls on the elevator like "wassup"
I told em follow me they knew I had it cracking B
One said "ain't you that boy that be on BET?"
Knock on the door I'm on the scene of things
Busted in, Henny bottle to the face!
Fuck it then, feel like my head a toxic waste

Stop, drop, KABOOM!, baby rub on ya nipples
Some call me Mac-a-do, some call me Mr. Wiggles
Far from little, make ya mammary glands giggle
Got 'em under control, the bowl of tender biddles
Doc-tor giggles, I can't stop until it tickles
Just play a little "D" and I'll make ya mouth dribble
Bits and Kibbles, got 'em all after the pickle
I swing it like a bat, but these balls are not whiffle
Hit 'em in triples, wit no strikes, stripes, or whistles
I ain't felt this good, since my wood lived off a thistle
Sippin' some ripple, I got quarters, dimes, and nickels

I think I'm starting to lose my sense of humor
Everything is so tense and gloom
I almost feel like I gotta check the temperature in the room
Just as soon as I walk in

I'm just so fu-ckin' depressed
I just can seem to get out this slump
If I could just get over this hump
But I need something to pull me out this dump
I took my bruises, took my lumps
Fell down and I got right back up
But I need that spark to get psyched back up
And the right thing for me to pick that mic back up
I don't know how I pry away
And I ended up in this position I'm in
I starting to feel distant again
So I decided just to beat this pain
Up and tried to make an attempt to vent
But I just can't admit
Or come to grips, with the fact that
I may be done with rap
I need a new outlet
I know some shits so hard to swallow
And I just can't sit back and wallow
In my own sorrow
But I know one fact
I'll be one tough act to follow

Your coming with me, feel it or not, you’re gonna fear it like I showed you the spirit of God lives in us.
You hear it a lot, lyrics that shock. Is it a miracle or am I just product of pop fizzing up?
Fa shizzle my wizzle this is the plot, listen up... You bizzles forgot slizzle does not give a fuck!.

All, my life....i have one dream and for some reason, this dream puts me into the military. I've always wanted to shoot, to fly.....but the effects are devastating. From young, i've always wanted to be in the military squad. I don't know why, i don't know why. Why do i love war, why... maybe cause i love competing so much, that in war, u win u stand, u loose u die and that's the ultimate competition lvl. Maybe in my past life, i was in a war, maybe, i don't know...maybe that's why i keep getting these "images" of blood, bullets, old planes... when i sleep... maybe war is in my blood. I know war is bad, it kills.... i know...but i don't know why......

Who the fuck you think you fuckin' with, I'm the fuckin' boss
Seven forty-five, white on white that's fuckin' Ross
I cut 'em wide, I cut 'em long, I cut 'em fat
I keep 'em comin' back , we keep 'em comin' back
I'm in the distribution, I'm like Atlantic
I got them motherfuckers flyin' 'cross the Atlantic
I know Pablo, Noriega, the real Noriega
He owe me a hundred favors
I ain't petty nigga, we buy the whole thang
See most of my niggas really still deal cocaine
My roof back, my money rides

i know i haven't been updating my blog LATELY, not recently. I know, i know....motha fuka... I KNOW! lol

been watching peter chao a lot lately, that motha fuka seem to really make me laugh my cum out man. Go search for him in youtube la!!! wait wat wait o! need to order u ah?! common sense a bit pls!

I FINALLY FIGURED OUT TO SOLVE dog quest in country story! YES !!! YES!!! in ur face!! WOOOOHHHHOOOOO! RIDE IT OUT BABY!

Just noticed, I've got 1210 entries in my phone book in my hp.

85% in which i don't call or sms to.
10% in which i don't even know who that person is.
5% left for me to call or sms and i know that person.

W T F...

I quit writing if I feel inspired, because i know I'm going to have to throw it away. Writing a novel is like building a wall brick by brick; only amateurs believe in inspiration.

FRANK YERBY

kick start

SO! my classes have STARTED and i'm still hyped up at it, and will be. Man, those whom nvr been to sunway coll, THAT FKING COLLEGE ROCKS! if u compare to taylors main campus. If u had read my old old old post bout taylors, then u can see how sucky shit it was. One thing in which i love bout sunway is a thing called "SMART BOARD" , FKING AWESOME! it's like a projector , projecting whatever the com screen shows, BUT, u can touch the screen in which the projector is projecting at, WHEN u touch it, ur hand behaves like the mouse, u can use BLUE/RED/BLACK / rainbow colour pens it provides and so it BECOMES like a WHITEBOARD and a computer at the same time! have u ever had a 100" by 100" screen? that thing is awesome!

R.I.P Michael Joseph Jackson

One man,
He sings,
He dance,
He entertains,

he has it all, the perfectionist of entertainment.
No words can describe his tribute to this world.
No words can describe how good his craft work in entertaining industry.
The legendary King Of Pop, Michael Jackson.

May peace and harmony bless u upon the skies.

1 of 4

My first ever school, GIS, kinder garden. Was 3 years old then. What was i doing or saying, i don't even know or recall or even remember, but one thing i could remember. I took a class picture out in the garden.

4 years later, i entered Sekolah Sri Garden. Only ever thing i could recall back then was that i cried on the first day i entered class. Yes, i know...i CRIED, but i feel lucky that i cried cause , a guy named jerald came to calm me down, damn that's how i know him. During that age, i just love to look at photographs. One day i bumped into this boy, don't know his name, don't know nothing bout him, but it just seems ... like i knew him.

Like, any other day i would go home and check on this whole drawer of pictures, pictures of my family, my frens and of course my class pictures. Suddenly, i came across this picture where i'm just 3 years old. I looked at it, and i saw some1...who just seem god damn familiar.

4 years later, i was in form 1. Met this guy named joshua. Hell if i know this guy, just seemed to joke hell a lot...and totally sucked at soccer, maybe cause i'm good at it ngek ngek ngek. We became friends later on.. and became close friends in form 4.

Only then, i knew he was that kid i bumped into years ago, and also the kid in that GIS picture, where i was only 3 years old. Joshua Tan,1 of the 4 pillars around me.

To next time, the second pillar.













handsome huh...

C y R

I cry,
i cry,
and i still cry for many reasons.
sentimental?
urge to cry?
sentimental i guess.

Do u cry when u listen to songs?
-i do,i guess u would if u really LISTEN to it, the lyrics, the feel and of course best if u could relate to it.

Do u cry when watching movies?
-i do, i really do

Do u cry thinking of the past?
- i do, so much i could have done and do it right.

Do u cry not achieving something?
-i do, cause i really wanna achieve it.

I love everything i come in contact with, whether i get pissed off at that thing or person,
u piss me off that day, i love u another day. I just know every1 is good in some way, and of course i hope u approach me in that way i love, but it's not a everyday thing. I know i get pissed off when others are late, but love is still there, that's y i still talk... maybe grumpy at first, but.... on the later end, i chill down i would come back to my normal being. I guess i really am sentimental after all. Hating what i hate, but loving what i can't hate, love what i love, and loving what what i can't love.

I am a guy, i know guys can't cry, but i ain't the same as others. Y should i be like others, i express what i feel. Y must humans hide their normal behaviour? trying to fit into a place . I fit into a place, MY PLACE. GG i'm outta here.