Fin.

You know the thing about going on a blog hiatus is that the chances of you pulling a Houdini and not coming back is pretty damn high. Somehow, the blogging zeal in you just evaporates into thin air when you are far away from you blog. As time passes, you are not interested in knowing who are the ones who lurk your blog, you don't give a rat's ass even when your daily hits touches rock-bottom, you feel burdened to reply comments left by your readers, heck you don't even feel like looking at your own blog.

You know, when that time comes, it’s fucking time to fucking move on. It’s time to take your hands off the keyboard and placed it inside your pants and start stroking that of what has been neglected for a long time. Yes, masturbating does feel better than blogging; a blowjob would be way better but the result is the same - you need to clean up after that.

I guess it is a very common thing for a blogger to quit blogging after a hiatus, check out my blogroll to-date. It's like a graveyard of blogs there. Most of them started off by going on a hiatus and they were never to be heard of again...

But right now I feel my blood boil; I feel my spine coil; my hair is ripping; my senses are tripping and there's a monster inside my head , some kind of demon screaming to be let loose. And just like Jack, it is trying to rip its way outta my head. So I guess it is still not time to quit yet, at least until the screams inside my head dies or when I cease to exist.

Right now I feel like a werewolf in a pink bikini and I have some sore news for you motherfuckers that hate me. I'm sorry to say I'm still here to stay and you will just have to deal with all my fucking shit.

Almost Famous?

Today I met a friend…


“To me a blog is a piece of parchment where I can be completely honest and write down all my inner thoughts. “

But today, the people who once said that the net has given them the opportunity to be themselves are using blogs and social network site as a tool to boost their popularity for the sake of their own celebritarian needs. In fact these days, people are more concern about their online reputation more than their real self. They would rather look better on the webcam or pictures uploaded to their blog than being caught without any make up in the real world. Our whole goddamn generation has turned into a blog traffic craving, fame mongering, and picture photoshopping freaks that leeches off the net for the sense of belonging. You know when they say that the internet world is slowly becoming like the real world, I totally agree with it because everyone is starting to put on a mask and everyone is just as superficial on both sides.

So tell me, is it ever safe again just to be your own self in the net or are you just going to be label as a cry for attention for being different. Where is this place where you could be yourself and speak your unpopular thoughts and opinion without being labeled nut job? Whatever happens to the honest person inside of us who just wants others to accept him for who he is? Has the need of being famous and accepted made us forget who we really are inside?


If you ask me...

fuck trying to get famous, fuck trying to get approval, fuck trying to mind what others think about you and fuck anyone who thinks less of you for being who the fuck you are.


Let me rephrase this sentence again, "To me a blog is a piece of parchment, where I can be completely be honest and write about my malicious intents, my scandalous fantasies, my murderous cravings, my blasphemous thoughts, my betraying affections, my indecent proposals, my sinful conducts, my immoral affairs and most of all, me. "



Today I met up with a friend I haven’t seen him for ages but what I gathered from his "famous" blog, everything seems to be heading his way, he is doing super fine and is having the time of his life. Even his friends from his social network pages could bloody flood a stadium 3 times over. But I never really thought that he could be so pathetically low on the downside of his real life. Even an outcast hermit like me has more friends than this "famous" blogger.



I felt sorry for him, I really do.

Off to KL...

I will be off for a little while, things seem to be kicking off with the band and some promoting business to take care off. But first, I have some "Mee Limbu" business in Pasar Besar Seremban to take care of and entertain some other lame bloggers like me. I will be in KL for a week and will be off the blogging for a little while. So here is a little something for the road...

LEAVE DAWN ALONE!!!

With all angry mobs turning against her, I am surprise that there isn’t any “Leave Dawn Alone” video being made by her fan or pseudo-fans (what the fuck are her agent or publicist thinking? Quick she needs some damage control here, look at what Britney’s publicist done for her. If you are planning of cutting cost maybe you can use back Chris Crocker’s video and dubbed it with another audio to make it Dawn’s). The fact of the matter is this whole thing is just a bunch of sour grapes trying to get people’s attention, and they church it up by blaming on Plagiarism. So what if she did plagiarize? Like it even matters, unless of course someone forces you to read what she writes or in this case what other writes which in turn was deemed to be written by her. As a big fan of Dawn Yang, I go in her blog from time to time but never read a single word, I just skip the ones with lotsa of words and stick to the pictures of her. Come on, you got to be kidding me right? Guys go in to her blog isn’t there to read what she wrote but to see her hot pictures, so does plagiarizing other people quotes or writing really matters? I guess not. So to those who still want to preach about it, let me tell you this. You are preaching to the wrong choir, because, as long as there are hot and sexy pictures of her posted on her blog, there would be flock of horny guys like me drooling all over the monitor. I know it is depressing for those traffic hunger mongers but still ain’t getting anywhere bloggers who really knows how to write a good and original post but looks butt ugly which no amount of plastic surgery can help. All I can say is better luck in your next life. As for people like me - butt ugly and doesn’t know how to write, I can only come up with a suggestion to Dawn’s KissBangClap this:






Since no one is reading it why don’t they turned it into something like icanhascheeseburger.com and instead of having lolz cats, we are going to have a whole new range of lolz dawns, which is pleasant to the eyes and easy on the brain. Or better yet combine both the 2 sites into like icanhasfakeboobies.com or something like that, it will save me a lot of surfing time you know....





PS: I am not writing because i want to voice out my opinion about the whole thing, to be honest i wouldn't give a rat ass on what is happened in the blogsphere but since yesterday Cheeseburger Pink (not to be confused with cheeseburger eddy) asked me to enlighten her on the difference between blogging about someone and talking bad about someone, so this is it.

blogsphere 2008: the beginning of the end

She push the publish button that open up 100 ways of hurting him just because she don’t like his face, he then push the comment button and dropped the bomb. You push both buttons to let them know how you feel then you go to jail. I push the button and watch it all explode; those poor motherfuckers just didn’t last too long. I am sick hearing of who’s the bitch or butch and who’s not, please have some personally accountability. The biggest problem is the way we are doing things is the more I let you have the limelight the lesser I will be keeping for me. I used to think these people stand for something, but now I am on my hands and knees trying to figure out what the fuck were I thinking. There is a lot of respect I have for them but now I don’t know what they all went. How could this be real, because I can barely feel what they write any more?

Now I don’t give a shit about the weather in here, I don’t really see what all the fuss is about and I ain’t gonna worry about the future generation, I am sure somebody gonna figure it out. Don’t try to tell me fame can corrupt a person, because you haven’t had enough to know what it’s like. You are only angry because no one seems to be hearing what you say, now nod your head cause you know that I am right. Well, I used to think I write to for something, but I forget what that could be. Once I trade my god just to be like them but now I rather just be me. I am trying to see, I am trying to believe now, and this is where I don’t belong.

It is how scary how fast things changed just under a year of being part of it, just like when you are in love, first comes the utopia stage, then comes the battlefield. I am not a big fan of war movies, each time I see one, I’ll just switch it off. There is too much war pictures going on, whatever happened to let’s suck each other off and make up? I guess it is time for me to push the button and turn it off

Article on xniquet-wiki available:
Innit: The Rise of Serial Dang-ers

what your mind says?
but some wish to stay true and i thank you for fueling my soul with your wisdoms

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slit your wrists

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Even when you are not updating your blog, traffic seems to flow in and I was curious, so I did a little searching and I found that one of my post top the list of Google's search - How to Slit Your Wrist the Right Way . Subsequently, all Googled powered search will have the same result too. From the stats, an average of 80 per day, does makes me wonder if there are so many people out there who are willing to slit their wrist? So if you are one, I urge you to think twice and go read 17 Reasons Not to Slit Your Wrist by Michael Moore (which has nothing to do with wrist slitting at all) but if you still insist go read xniquet's How to Slit Your Wrist the Right Way.

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As you can see, I pretty slacking on updating this blog, that is only because currently I am collecting and updating the xniquet wiki and a number of writers and articles have been added into the xniquet wiki. Some of the bloggers has been wiki-fied. Just head on over that side and check out those new articles that have been added in.

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BlogTerrorism-INNIT 2020: How Nuffnang's INNIT was Owned

Firstly, sorry for the lack of updates, because I have been really caught up with the upcoming single’ release which is by the end of the first quarter of 2008. I will be heading to Boulder, Colorado this weekend to attend a very close friends funeral. Currently Kenichi is out of town working on another project and Norie is up north visiting her parents. So I pretty much spent my time here working on and whacking off to my own songs.

And my views on the incident that happened in Innit which I like to call it WAWASAN INNIT 2020, you can bring the horse to the water but you can’t make it drink the water. (If you don’t understand what I am saying, just go read about post that whine and cry about that incident and you will understand) Anyway, aren’t you all not a bit curious that all the sex post got the top most post in on that day got 20 Nangs each? My sources said that INNIT had just been owned by a group of “nangers” somewhere who is trying to make a statement. The aftermath is you see people sitting on their back in their tight underwear or panties like their pubic hair is all tangled up, whining, crying and blogging about who pee in their morning breakfast bowl. Yes, the blog has given us the power to whine and cry, bitch, criticized and bad mouth about others, and it sure hell gives us the right to blog about sex and perversion. It really is up to the readers to choose what they wanna read. A very famous person once said, “What good is the internet if not for watching fucked up sex that you never going to have“, I don’t know how true is that but I am sure hell know a lot of people are doing it. If you ask me to choose between a post that talks about sex or a post which is good only for badmouthing or criticizing another human being. I’ll go for the porn man, because I have never believed in talking shit about human being. Because no we are not a unique snowflakes, deep down inside we are all made up of the same organic shit. But it is how we bring ourselves and treat each others that make us stand out from the rest. In other words respect.

Okie, enough whining, *changes tight underwear and straighten tangled pubic hair* I feel like a bitch now, will someone bitch slap me? Time to go back to work…

xniquet-wiki article available - what the hell is Innit