The Malaysia that We Know is Sick

Happy Fucking Independence Day Malaysia; how ironic it is to be celebrating it when after 51 years of self proclaiming of independence, your people still doesn’t feel a bit of independence at all. The freedom of the people is being repressed; people live constant fear to voice out their opinions. A blogger can’t even have the freedom to voice out their opinion and views without being harassed by the government and the police. The government and police puts so much emphasis on tracking, arresting these bloggers who are merely voicing out their opinions while neglecting their real duty in combating crime, bribery and shitting governing of this country. While bloggers are prosecuted for their unpopular remarks that are being made in their blog, why aren’t political leaders and other dipshits with unpopular, racist and condemning remarks made on other media not brought in for questioning and prosecution? i.e. that UMNO dipshit from Bukit Bendera who made a racist remark that Chinese are temps in Malaysia. Another episode of creating hatred towards the government is when The Malaysian Communication and Multimedia Commission ordered the 19 Internet service providers (ISPs) in the country to block the Malaysia Today website. This is yet another form of repression of the people. When one of us is in chains none of us are ever free.

It is clearly that democracy and the voice of the people in this country doesn’t exist in the sight of the current government anymore. Have the government forgotten that he who governs must first must listen to those who are being governed? The people feel repugnant by the act of the current government, Independence Day will and never have any more meaning to us the younger generation until a reformation is being made in this country. Do not expect us to respect until we are being treated with respect. There is nothing to be proud of being a Malaysian anymore as long as Malaysia continues to be governed by a bunch of incompetent and mindless monkeys. The government should stop being such a loser and give us the bloggers a chance to voice out and criticize and give constructive comments. Instead of arresting us, listen and take in what could be done to improve this sick country that we fucking live in. One thing the fucking government must know that we the bloggers are for this country, that is why we voice out our concern, yet they go against us and treat us like fucking criminals. And so with our fist and fucking middle finger we are here to say FUCK YOU and your stupid ways of running the country.

Malaysia is sick because of your doing, unless changes are being done, I am afraid that the people will no longer love this country anymore. So while you celebrate this day, remember those who had given their lives to free this country 51 years ago; have you no shame in running their dream of a better Malaysia down the fucking gutter?

Fuck you and have a Happy illusive Independence Day!

Indie Day Post

Post Concert Syndrome

I am not sure if you all have heard of it but I am sure many of you have felt it but didn’t know what it is. Post Concert Syndrome is actually the feeling of depression that comes about after going to a kick ass live concert. But before you get to the Post Concert Syndrome, the victim will first experience the Pre Concert Syndrome which may include the following:


- Days/weeks/months before the concert, you feel like time is at a standstill.


- Excessive blogging about the band/concert, to a certain point that everybody who isn’t going will hate you.

• Lights in the sky and i am leaving for North American soon
• I Can Hardly Wait
• HURT

-constantly reminding all the other people who are not going that you are going. i.e., Setting your nick or putting the tag line in your MSN to remind people that you are going for the concert.


-a day before or the morning of the concert, you become surged with adrenaline. You get high without the help of any substance or alcohol.


-Moments before the concert, you may appear calm on the outside but inside your heart beats faster and faster, and you cannot believe it is already here.


-When the concert starts you just go in a trance and during the concert, you are in a place of complete bliss - a higher state of euphoria than a Hindu cow.


- Immediately after the concert, you are excessively high and you run around completely hyper, still reciting songs from the band. Everyone in that concert is now your new best friends, even though you don’t know them. Putting your arms around their shoulders and singing along with these people that you have been with during the concert. But to non-concertgoers, you may appear to be some sort of ecstasy.


- As you go home, you may still be trembling with excitement and happiness. And you would tell of your awesome experience to anyone (even the cab driver) who would listen, although most of them don’t care and this is where the Post Concert Syndrome kicks in.

LIFE AFTER THE NINE INCH NAILS’ CONCERT

The Post Concert Syndrome

Emotionally:

-feeling of sadness and infinite melon collie, an increase in obsession with the band i.e. such as listening to nothing but their music.



- partial amnesia, your inability to remember every little detail that happened at the concert or even remembering things that never happened and this will lead to frustration and major mood swing worst than a lady who is having PMS.


-Feeling of regret for no apparent reason…




Physically:


- Looked flush.


-Blood shot eyes resulting from the awesome lighting that probably cost hundreds of thousands of dollars to set up.


-You nicely conditioned hair is all tangled up in a bunch from excessive head banging and hardcore dancing.


-Continuous buzzing sound in your ears thanks to the mega loud music in the concert. The buzzing sound would only become louder when your surrounding is quiet, especially when you are about to sleep. It would probably take days to heal this.


- having the voice of a transvestite resulting from screaming along with the band; you wouldn’t notice that you were shouting the song during the concert because everything was so loud that you can’t even hear yourself scream.


-The smell of a million smelly socks put together, especially when you are standing beside two topless dudes that smells like smelly socks during the concert.
-probably some blue black bruises from all the pushing and shoving while trying to get near the stage.




I guess the aftermath of concert and the Post Concert Syndrome seems pretty bad huh? Even though there is no known cure for Post Concert Syndrome but if you ask me if I would do it again, fuck yeah, in a heart’s beat I would do it all over again because the concert is so fucking awesome. You know even with the super relative word “fucking”, it isn’t enough to describe the awesomeness of the concert. I‘ll tell you all about it another time because I am so fucking tired right now and all I wanna do is fucking lie down and sleep. When I got back to the hotel, I was so worn out, I really wanted to head to bed and dosed off. But knowing that I am not sleeping alone and I smell like crap. I actually tried spraying some cologne before hopping into bed. But I was instantly kicked outta bed and into the shower. So that is why I am blogging this while Lisa is drying my hair. These are really times that I missed my bald head.

You know sometimes I forgotten how nice it is to be living alone. You can do all kind of crap and no one would really bother. But I guess this is the price and sacrifice that you have to make to live together.

When the World Most Heterosexual Guy Blogger Buys Sanitary Pads

he fucking world is coming to an end; the sign of the end time is every fucking where. War, famine, economic crisis, natural disasters are indication of the coming of what we call the fucking apocalypse. Pretty soon Jesus will be right in the fucking sky and all the Christians will be caught up by the rapture shit and the world goes into what the bible would call 7 years of fucking tribulation. You wanna know why I know all these are coming to pass? Because another sign of the fucking end times have just come to pass, today is the fucking day when the world’s most heterosexual guy blogger was asked to walk in a fucking drug store and to buy some god damn sanitary pads for his girlfriend.





ust a couple of weeks ago, I had this conversation with a fellow blogger and mountain bike enthusiast about this topic. After she read one of my post (this one to be exact: Love with Teeth), we got into this discussion about how guys should really know how to fucking pick up the right sanitary pads for their other half. I proudly told her that, of all 28 fucking years of my dating life, no wife/girlfriend of mine has ever asked me to get maxi pads for them. But I guessed I spoke too soon, while Lisa is down with a fever and her monthly period is here, I am sworn with a duty of getting her some sanitary pads.






ey for fuck sakes ,how hard can it fucking be to get those pads from the drug store? In fact, I already have a fucking game plan, all I need to do is get a bunch of other “Macho” stuffs and then quickly slip one of those pads into my fucking cart before heading to the cashier. But hell no, why must there be like a fucking hundred type of sanitary pads that comes in fucking different shapes and sizes and different degree of absorbency. Shit on me, I know fucks about them. Don’t blame me, because I have never had menstrual flow before and I am sure like hell didn’t want to get the wrong one and after which I had to return to the fucking store again. But being too embarrassed to ask for assistance, I did what we the people of this generation do best. Whip out my PDA and Google for the “Types of Maxi Pads”, it sure hell comes in handy to have a gadget that connects you to the fucking internet; so with the newly acquired knowledge of sanitary pad, I managed to pick out the right type of sanitary pad for Lisa. So I thought I should fucking share the knowledge of pads with y’all, especially to guys who has yet to purchase it:

• Panty Liner - Designed to absorb daily vaginal discharge, light menstrual flow, "spotting", slight urinary incontinence, or as a backup for tampon use.
• Ultra-thin - A very compact (thin) pad, which may be as absorbent as a Regular or Maxi/Super pad but with less bulk.
• Regular - A middle range absorbency pad.
• Maxi / Super - A larger absorbency pad, useful for the start of the menstrual cycle when menstruation is often heaviest.
• Night - A longer pad to allow for more protection while the wearer is lying down, with absorbency suitable for overnight use.
• Maternity - These are usually slightly longer than a maxi/Super pad and are designed to be worn to absorb lochia (bleeding that occurs after childbirth).

owever, I did not know what the fuck wing and wingless sanitary pads are for but thanks to a Q & A session with bobo, I finally found out what sanitary pads with wings are for. They are basically made for the type of women who have an itchy backside/cannot sit still/are active. The wing of the sanitary pad acts as a security feature, so that the pad wouldn’t fall off the women’s panties. I mean it would be hell of a disaster to have your sanitary pad falling off your panties right? And it would be even worse if someone taps you on the shoulder and tell you that you dropped something which turns out to be your sanitary pad. Anyway, would like to thank Ericca too for sharing her knowledge on pads with me.





s you notice, I haven’t been online much these days, mainly because I have decided to be a loving and caring boyfriend, and thus devote my online time to taking of Lisa while she is sick. Yeah right, the truth is, I have a new living, breathing internet nanny with me and I am barred from using my sleep time to surf and blog. That is why with much regret I would like to inform my readers that for the next few days, most of the post here are pre-scheduled and I’ll drop by your blogs when the coast is clear. Sigh, I just really don’t know what else will happen when she moves in with me.

Don't Go Away...Forever and a Day

Damn my education because I am just out of words to say to you right now, I am probably the biggest jerk who deserted you not once but twice. But believe me that it wasn’t about another person and it is not about loving you. It is just that I feel myself changing into another person each time I give in to you. I know it is for the better that you want me to change, but somehow I am just not ready to go there; I wasn’t ready to let go of all my pain, because all these pain are the only thing that makes me who I am today. I know I broke your heart the first time. But somehow, I think fate has a sick sense of humor when it brought us back again. After 9 months, right after you just broke up with your boy friend. It was entirely my fault to think that I could make it this time, again when you got too close to me, I find myself in the same position and I had to sew myself shut. I don’t know if you would ever understand it, but I hope that you would find a place in your heart to forgive me for not being able to go through with it.



It is just ironic that the favorite song that you always asked me to sing to you is Oasis’s Don’t Go Away when the thing that I was best in doing in our relationship was going away from you. If it is any consolation to you if I say that you have been the one who gave me the courage to sing again. I hope that you are doing well without me, because having me in your life equation just simply spelt disaster. Lastly, I thank you for introducing me into the world of blogging because without you, I wouldn’t have discovered the joy of blogging.

P.S. I don’t know what has gotten into me, because Oasis’s Don’t Go Away keeps playing in my ears and every time I pick up my guitar. That would be the first song that I play and i would play it as if the song was a lamentation.


Oasis - Don’t Go Away (LP Version + Acoustic Version) Click here to Download



Noel Gallagher from Oasis singing Don't Go Away - Chicago 1998.
It just couldn't get any better than this.
Written for his mother when she was near death.
Probably the most beautiful song by them.



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Revenge is a Dish Best Served Spicy

There is an Old Klingon saying that “Revenge is a dish best served cold”. But today Lisa has proven that wrong, instead of a cold dish I got an extra spicy one. It happened the day before yesterday, Lisa and I were out shopping and we came in contact with 2 really hot transvestites. I mean you could have knew that this two hot specimens was She-males from a mile, just by the way they dresses and their absolutely fake ass and not to mentioned half-hanging-out tits or their shoulder to hips ratio and by the gods, one of them still has an Adam’s apple around it’s throat. [For more info on how to spot a She-male, please refer here -when the line between sex begins to blur]. Coming from a small town which is famous for its hot Transvestites (Yes, Kuantan is famous for its beautiful and also lady-like Tranny), you don’t get to see hot and beautiful transvestite much around the world, but probably in Thailand you would. That is why the sight of those two hot transvestites gave me the homey feeling and sense of nostalgia. So being extra friendly to them is most definitely justifiable. When Lisa caught me totally checking them out, she got angry and I thought she was just joking around and I tried to rub it in by taking it up another notch and I told her jokingly that we should have those two for dinner tonight and this was how Lisa reached her boiling point. Of course I didn’t ask them out, who you think I am? Some kind of pervert? Maybe but not that day.

That night after we reached our hotel, she got ready and headed to bed without even saying a word to me. Damn, she was really pissed. What the hell did I do to deserve this? I mean I was just fooling around and joking about the whole transvestite thing and it is completely absurd to think that for a moment that I could have be attracted to those kinds of species (no offense to those transvestites but I still think they are hot). Things got worse when she caught me not sleeping and fooling around with the computer all night. Again I can’t help it if I am not that normal when it comes to sleeping. Unlike everyone, I don’t need that much of sleep and as a matter of fact, it is not like I am doing anything bad on the computer like hacking a super computer or surfing any porn or posing as some idiot going around flaming celebrity blogger wannabe’s blogs. But I am just probably guilty of written destructive and distasteful articles filled with profanity and posting it on my blog for the world to read. But hell no, she had to wake up one morning (few days ago) to see what I was doing, and it just so happened to be the day which I had been approached by some sick dude on the MSN who calls himself “Linda” and claims to be a bisexual, he came up to me and asked me for sex. And on top of that, he even told me that he was masturbating while chatting, Lisa who sat beside me saw it all. Fuck that why does Lisa also have to see all the negative part of it and that really ticks her off.

She didn’t talk to me the whole morning at breakfast and even lunch, while we did shopping and while we took our rides to places we were suppose to go, she didn’t utter a single word. She was doing this whole Dr Hannibal’s silence psycho warfare with me that was driving me nuts. I tried flowers, chocolates, gifts and anything and everything I could pull off outta my ass and finally at dinner while we were seated in a Mexican restaurant, she finally broke the silence and said that if I want her to forgive me, I must do whatever she says. And without a thought I agreed to it 100% whole heartedly. I was to order the hottest Mexican chili and not only that, I had to ask the chef to make it extra spicy. Suddenly I recalled that Lisa‘s mother used to rub chili padi on her mouth when she was a kid to punish her for being naughty and now I knew what she was up to. She wanted to teach me a lesson. Hey, but coming from Malaysia and I was brought up by a grandmother who inhales chili, it would be a no sweat situation for me, but of course to let her have her pride, I would have to find the inner Oscar winning actor in me to convince her that it was going to be hell for me.

So as my Mexican chili arrived, trying not to giggle and trying hard to put up a worry look on my face. I took a big spoon of that Mexican thing and place it on my tongue. WTF!!! This shit that I just put on my tongue feels like bloody lava fresh from a volcano. Suddenly I realized that this bowl of chili is actually a chunk of hell served in a bowl. My face turned red and I could have sworn smoke was coming out through my ears. Lisa after seeing that I ate something that which is not fit for human consumption, she asked me to stop at my third spoon but being a man of my word, I refused and I took it in like a man or should I say like a fool. But a fool that wants to show Lisa that I am sorry for what I have done and will go to hell and back just to show her that I mean it. So with watery eyes I finished the whole fucking bowl.

At the end of the day before we dosed off, I asked Lisa that did she got all soft inside and was touched by my heroic act of taking the punishment by eating the whole bowl of Mexican chili? She placed her arms and head on my chest and then whispers into my ears, saying that the eating part wasn’t really the punishment. And it hits me, she knew that I had brought up eating chilies and the punishment is actually when the Mexican chili is going to come out from me and I will be in the toilet spitting fire outta my ass. Oh My Fucking Lord!!!! How come I didn’t see that coming?!!! Help!!! I am sharing a bed with a Jezebel…

Wondering what’s with the Klingon proverb shit?
Well read this:I am Proud to be a Heterosexual Trekkie

I am Proud to be a Heterosexual Trekkie

I have never been down with the whole Star Trek shit or should I say I have never been much of a Trekkie. Star Trek has never been any appealing to me maybe because it has always been associated with nerds, geeks and losers. Look at the star of the show, the biggest loser of them all - William Shatner as Captain James T. Kirk which is so gay in his early years and has the physics of a tub of lard in the later years. Maybe it is the ultra high tech jargon which only an ultra geek can understand or their fucking battle cruiser the USS Enterprise that looks like a fucking “Gasing” (spintop) or maybe the sad and no life fans around the world who dressed up as one of the sci-fi character and gathers at a star trek convention to celebrate the greatest geek movie/series of all time. But I think most of all I think it is because of these really disturbing pictures of Captain Kirk and Captain Spock.




Up until now I thought star trek was associated with geeks, nerds and losers, I didn’t know that there was a gay aspect of it. I think this is Captain Kirk and Spock’s idea of “To boldly go where no heterosexual man has gone before”



Cheeseburger Eddy is really a gem, not only he is old school, and he is really-really old school to a point that he is making it look cool. Look what I found in his pile of reading materials. A video movie guide handbook with reviews and ratings and he has even bookmarked the star trek section. Guess what he even highlighted the movies that he has watched.



While I was waiting for Lisa to reach LA, I had all the time in the world that is why I decided to watch a couple of Cheeseburger eddy’s Star Trek Laser Disc. His collection of Star Trek is almost complete; only 2 movies are missing from his collection. You know, after watching the first 2 Star Trek movies; I was beginning to get the hang of it and I was actually enjoying myself. It was way better than I expected it to be. So with that, I decided to be one of the nerd/geek/loser and set of a mission to boldly do what a normal sane person has not done before, that is to finish the almost entire Star Trek Movie series in a single go which comprised of:

Star Trek: The Motion Picture
Star Trek: The Wrath of Khan
Star Trek: The Search for Spock
Star Trek: The Voyage Home
Star Trek: The Final Frontier
Star Trek: Undiscovered Country
Star Trek: Generations
Star Trek: First Contact
Star Trek: Insurrection
Star Trek: Nemesis

note:I found out that even numbered Star Trek movies are always better than odd ones.


After almost 16 hours of going through a Star Trek Movie Marathon, it finally happened. I think I have finally been converted into a born again Trekkie. Even though most Trekkies prefer to be called Trekkers, I think I will just still stick to the former because I think it is kinda cute. And for the record, I take back calling William Shatner a loser because I think he is a cool loser but that doesn’t change the fact that he is still so gay and also a tub of lard. But this isn't going to stop me from watching Star Trek: The Beginning summer 2009