People only appreciate you when you are gone. What’s the point?
Recent demise of Michael Jackson kinda “shocked” the whole fuckin’ world. Facebook, blogs, PMs, newspapers, tabloid magazines are filled with MJ’s appreciation threads, praises of how great his music were, and how the music industry suffered a great “loss”. Local newspaper, TheStar published a story about a music shop in KL having no more stocks of MJ’s albums today. What’s the point??!
When MJ was alive, everybody tried to have a dig at his massive fortune, lawsuits and claims, alleged “paedophilic” activities with kids on his bed, every fucked up Scary Movie series which featured MJ’s parody, stories of how he turned from megalo-popstar-dancing sensation to a freak with financial problems, and people around him ditching him to rot on his own. Anyone remember his baby-dangling act which drew severe verbal missiles from every possible human rights department in the US?
Point is, nobody give a fuck about him when he was alive. So, why now? No matter how “shiny” you made him out to be, he’s already dead.
All I ever remembered about him was the zombie mtv, Thriller and the “Beat It” song which sounded like “Fillet, fillet..” to me til today. And the Moonwalk steps. That’s about all.
Felt sorry for MJ and the fucked-up-suddenly-I’m-a-MJ-fans people. Some people even had the cheeks to ask whether I’m jealous of the attention he’s getting. One jokingly mentioned I don’t like all this MJ’s hype because he’s black/white?/bleached?. That’s not even the point! Fuck.
Why do we always take things for granted?
Someday you will understand.. Regardless of what others say. Stupid people will realise they are stupid all these while. Read this for all I care. I don’t give a fuck if stupid people wanna get angry at me. In the meantime, I’ll just hide my disappointment and not bother anyone anymore.
Don’t make a victim out of yourself. Save your oh-i’m-in-such-pitiful-state whining. Only stupid people fall for your nonsense. Ask your-fucking-self what the fuck you did to deserve this. Ask your-fucking-self why people treat you this way. Me in particular. Yes, you have your fucking rights. I have mine too. So, fuck you. And you’re no better.
I’ve got 3 new hamsters in my room now.. Hehe. Rex, Speedy and Hazel. Couldn’t make out what species they were though.. Thanks to somebody for confusing me in Facebook. Bugger. Lol.
There, clockwise from top left: Speedy, Rex and Hazel
Rex is so cute when asleep! xD
Speedy, the naughty one.. =)
Hazel, the fierce one..
Why am I different from others?
Why… do you have to be like others?
I’ve been ignoring my blog for quite some time now.. T_T
Been busy, occupied by what I don’t know. Recently, a few Datins, self-proclaimed as they may be, appeared in Kampar. Even me had to watch my words when I’m speaking to them. You’ll never know how you might have offended them til your head roll down the ground. Haughty, arrogant, and whiny basically describe them pretty well. Even le Sopranos lose to them in terms of high pitch scream and whining. Screaming at top of their lungs seems to be their special move. Wrong words, wrong moves, death becomes you. Immature little princesses, brought up in their tiny little bubble, who can’t stand people raising a little voice at them.
End of ranting Part I
To the limp-dicked faggot who lives here, what I do with her is NONE of your fucking gay business. Try poking your pimple-faced nose into MY business again. You are done for. Save your “concern” for your fuck-gayish self instead of mine. And her. But if you wanna be soooooooo concerned of her, leave me out of your conversations. I’m serious.
End of ranting Part II
Who do I find to tell all my secrets? To confess every dirty things I know instead of bottling it all up in me. They say I have a sad look nowadays. I can’t help it. I don’t know. Gotta be just me when everyone’s not watching me. How do I escape from this never-ending nightmare? It’s June now. Already 6 months of miseries. Each worser than previously. I feel like slapping, punching, kicking and raping the hell out of everybody now. Yes, literally. Don’t ask, don’t comment. Knowing too much sucks. But they also say “ignorant are always manipulated”. I know. I feigned it.
From ranting to emo’ing.. Part III
The cat is out of the bag. Can’t handle it anymore. Which in turn made me felt even worse. Emotions relived. All the more I feel the need to set things back on track again. To those with different brainwave than mine, fuck off. Stupid people and bad influences beware. Wynken’s gonna do something to wipe you all out. Clean. And I exploded. Boom! Mild one though.
From emo’ing to instability & frustrations.. Part IV
Life is short, live it well. Short sentence, simple, six words, obvious meaning.
But wait, how’s your life?
Think, act, reflect.
Make decisions wisely, think of the accompanying consequences, look back at what you’ve done.
Do not be tempted by the devil.
Identify the angels and demons in life.
Pleasure, lust, and impulses all lead to destruction of self, and soul.
In between doing a million good things and one bad thing, which would you rather choose?
Repent and seek forgiveness.
Be grateful for everything.
Live life well.