Hell Yeah, Go on Sue the Fucking Sultan of Perak

playing on my iPod:
Godeatgod - Marilyn Manson

So are they going to fucking sue the Sultan or what? Because what we fucking need is a David to bring down a fucking Goliath, teach him a fucking lesson. So that next time he would think twice about waving his fucking scepter and shoving it into the people’s ass.

You know I have never really think more or think less of the Sultan but after his call on the political situation in Perak State. It is so obvious that he has had one too many royal shortcake in his palace that his senile mind just couldn’t tell the fucking difference between right or wrong. It is so obvious that BN is abusing the Sultan’s rights to steal one away from PKR because they knew that the Sultan can get away by hiding behind the legislation and religious law that has been laid down. Hey look, I am the fucking Sultan, I can do whatever fuck I like, so screw you, you are just a piece of disposable trash subject. Having minister and religious leaders saying that the people must fucking respect the decision of the Sultan over and over again because the law states that the Sultan has the right and the Islamic law ask their believers never to question their leader’s right. There is nothing more pathetic than a monarch who hides behind his religion. Why can’t he just admit that he has just helped BN screw the other party? I mean I would have had more respect for him if he does that.

Yes, the people is angry (Yes, you are. People, you are fucking angry. Pissed off and are about to blow is what you are. So now go and sharpen your pitch fork and light up your fucking torches). No longer will they bend over get fucked by the oppressors. I smell a fucking riot in the brewing. Fuck that idiot Syed Hamid Albar if he thinks that the people will listen to him and take the matter to this country’s corrupted court system. In the words of the ever famous Oliver Newton John, ” Let’s Get Physical”. There is no need to use your mouths but a fucking fist is what you should be showing.

I was deeply disappointed that there wasn’t a riot upon returning home from US last year when the 916 thing didn’t fucking happened. I hope this time a big one will happened for real because I have already gotten my riot score card printed out.

[feel free to reprint this card for your riot use, unlike other blogs and website, here you can copy and use whatever fuck you want and claim it for your own, the author doesn't give a rat's ass if you do]

And so you think I give a rat's ass on what the fuck is happening there in the state of Perak? For fucking Christ sake, I don't even live there. If you wanna know the truth? I just love watching governments collapse and now there is a chance to see the Sultan of Perak and the newly form state government get pitch forked and torched by the angry mob. This is too good to be true. Yayy!

Frankly, I am just a simple man, I don't ask for riches or power; all I want is just a little hell on earth, so let's get this riot act on the go.

The Perils of Women’s Sex Decadence: they aren’t as innocent as they used to be

playing on my iPod:
My Michelle – Guns N’ Roses

When you need to tilt your head just to look at a girl’s face…

…just to recognize her, you know you’ve fucked one too many girls in your lifetime and it is time for you to slow down before everyone thinks that you are a man-whore or gigolo. So you think it ain’t that bad being a man-whore right? You get to have every man’s favorite hobby as your job and the best part is she is the one that is paying and not you. But then again, if you are living in Malaysia, chances of you getting a young and beautiful girl as your client is close to zero; 90% of the man-whore’s client’s are wrinkled old women above their 50s; the other 10% are men who likes to suck and ride big cocks because their gay partner isn’t giving them enough. Regardless of what you see in Deuce Bigalow Male Gigolo, it totally sucks to be a man-whore in Malaysia and California. [The only difference between Malaysia and California is that in California the 90% consist of men and 10% are the wrinkled old hag.]

Yesterday my cousin Chris asked me why is it every time we go to the bar to pick up girls, I am the one who gets the girl while he is having problem getting one?

That makes me wonder what ladies see in me. I ain’t no pretty boy or some gay looking heartthrob that girls totally dig; my definition of humor are mean and blunt insults thrown at people which is funny to everyone except the one whom the joke is about; my manners are somewhat of a dandy that was raised in the gutter. On the other end, you could say that my cousin Chris is the benchmark of what every gentleman should be. He is funny, good looking (maybe 10 times or more better looking than me), great career, caring, articulate, well mannered and goes to church every week. He is every parents' dream son or son-in law while I was the inspiration of how a son or son-in law should never be. If he has a blog, I bet your fucking ass his blog would be about the environment, love, Jesus and shit like that; something which I totally cannot bring myself to write about because I am better at asking people to kill each other than to persuade them to hold hands, suck each other’s cock and be merry and gay.

If the two of us were made into characters in a Dungeon & Dragons game, Chris would be the Lawful Good Paladin trying to save the world while I would be the Thief with the Chaotic Evil alignment going around burning, looting, and pillaging everything on sight. Yet every time we go out ladies hunting, I would be the one going home with someone.

Time sure has change and I think it has something to do with the general acceptance of the decaying moral values in our society. These days, the more immoral you are, the higher the chances of you getting the girl. Don’t even try to go in a bar and try to impress a girl with your sophisticated knowledge of how to treat a women right. All you ever get is just a compliment saying how sweet you are and then you'll spend the night alone with your own hands rubbing your cock. On the other hand, if you just be a degenerate ass that treats the girl like a sex object, you are pretty much on your way to a night of fuck fest. Don’t stop telling her how you are going to make her scream tonight and make sure your hands is always all over her, i.e. ass or breast (for better result, make sure hands is underneath her clothes). Keep this up and before the night is through, you might as well sharpen your dick and get ready for some penetration time.

We are all fucking blessed with a brain which is suppose to help us but sometimes we tend to fucking over think things that are just plain ass simple. Why is it that we think the Yoga Sutras who invented yoga is an Old Indian holy man living in a temple trying to be as one with the universe by meditation, where the simple fact is that that bugger could be just trying to find another way to wipe his ass without using his hands and saving the TP* expenses for the temple. The general truth about girls in bar is that they are not there to look for someone to take care of them. They can do it themselves or hire people to do it. They are there to have fun and “fun” in their context means going home with someone and getting fucked. Forget what you read from a girl’s blog, about how she wants her man to be. It totally doesn’t apply here; you will be better off doing the total opposite of what she wants. Just like a Brahman worshiping Hindu believer eating a thick juicy sirloin steak which was once a cow grazing grass beside the river Ganges, we know all this is all wrong but it would very much secure a passage for your cock inside her.

I think I better stopped here before someone strangles me with a fucking sitar string.

TP* = toilet paper

I Resolved to Never Again Resolve on New Years' Day

playing on my iPod:
Epiphany -Staind

So if you have been a fucking failure all your life, I guess it is a good time to pen down or published on your blog, a couple of resolutions just to keep your spirits high, that way it might just get you through another fucking year. But deep down inside you and I know it is bullshit to make lame resolutions, every fucking New Year. Because it is not gonna change a goddamn thing, it didn't fucking happened last year, it didn't happened the year before or the previous years and it sure hell ain't gonna happen this year or the next years to come.

The cold hard fact is this is your fucking life and it is so ironic to say that this is your life when all you ever do is what other people tells you to and wants you to do; from the day you are fucking born till the day you turn into maggot food. How sad is it to claim to have control of your own destiny when you are always dancing to the tune of other people's crap. Don't ever get me started with all the shit that your fucking religion has to say about God's fucking mysterious plan for you and me. Because you are not special, you are not a unique snowflake; you are the same organic heap of shit that has been created to plague and leave your stench on this earth, and you will die one day, bringing nothing you own with you and that is the fucking truth. And when you have that fucking epiphany, come to your fucking senses and you finally realized this shit right here, it is too late, because you are rooted in too deep and you are way over your fucking head in this fucking life, it is my cue to bid you welcome to the first day of the rest of your fucking pathetic life.

*Hic