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Twinning

Written on: Tuesday, May 15, 2012
Time: 5:58 PM

Those bouts of heavy sleeping are back. I can wake up to do important things but after that there is just no drive, and I quickly succumb to the mysterious fatigue. I don't even put up a struggle. Now it's reached a point where I don't even feel guilt or negativity for sleeping in so much. I wake up, look at the time, roll over somewhere, and go right back to sleep, allowing the comfort and peace of slumber to totally overwhelm me. I've kinda stopped trying to figure out why, too.

I think it has affected my workout routine in the sense that I wake up late and often find myself with a window that's too small to fit in travelling and a workout, so I either skip my workout or do something else. Those 'something else's can hardly compare to a session at the gym, and I'm both puzzled and grateful that my body has somehow maintained a low body fat percentage, and, I hope, muscle mass. My weight has been around the same.

My diet is totally nuts. At the back of my mind I have a target and a rough gauge of what to eat and how much of this and that, but on the surface it seems I'm eating so much of the 'wrong' things and a lotta 'weird' things. I have NO idea what's going on. Maybe I was doing the right thing for so long that it has become second nature? Araknow. What I KNOW is I'm happy with this knowledge: anytime I feel my body's going out of control, I'll just go on one or two weeks of TSPA to bring it back down. I have God to thank for my metabolism, and even though it might sound amazingly awesome, I'm still too afraid to totally let loose and go PBG all the way.

I've also resigned to the fact that I'm still too young to see massive gains and dense muscles like what you see in Men. I'm still very much Boy, I think. I had a sudden breakout of 'pimples' recently (which could've been a shaving rash aggravated by suckish SCHICK SHAVING CREAM. They have disappointed me...). Either way I know I'm still not old enough to look like a bodybuilder. Haha.

Being a teacher is a lot harder than I thought thought Thought it was. I'm still a rebellious student at heart, and I can't help but sympathise and empathise with my students and all the crappy experiences some of their teachers give them. I'm not an adult (NEVER WILL BE), yet I'm not 'professional' enough. I gotta learn to draw the line, but a part of me is asking: should I really? This lack-of-line is what's earned me their trust and friendship, and they enjoy my presence as well as the fact that I can listen and relate to them.

But wise people have shared things with me, and I know now that I Can remain their good friend while still being a bit more 'professional' (ie. safe, in that I don't say the 'wrong' things). Its important that at the end of the day they don't just leave class happy, but leave with new knowledge that will help them BOTH academically AND in Life. Cos being in school isn't a life, its shit.

I wanna make a big difference, small difference, many differences, maybe some differentiation; but I can't do everything all at once. Every desired action has to have a plan and I need to be strategic about this. What I want Can and Will happen, InsyaAllah, I just have to be patient, smart, humble, and keep learning.

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moved

Written on: Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Time: 11:16 PM

Anyone reading this? Please tell me if you are.

I finally got the move moved, its so moving, I'm crying here.

Not.

I finally accomplished this great feat, in a shorter time than expected. Now I have one less out of a million things to do. GRATE!

I was hoarsing in the shower. Noooonononono don't start imagining anything yet. It only means I was singing in my roughest and hoarsestest voice, to get that M. Shadows effect, or to at least get it horse. I must have gotten carried away, cos when I finally dried off, I went OH SHIT cos I thought I didn't soap myself. I thought back, but only remembered the pain in my throat. Then I smelt myself, armpits to be accurate, smelt good, I did soap myself. Then the memories came flooding back, I was moved to tears. Hors d'oeuvres.

Not.

This is my last post here. Do you feel emotional reading it? I don't feel a thing, btw. Anyhow I needa sleep.

Hello,
moved

Super Soldat

Written on: Monday, January 25, 2010
Time: 12:08 AM

I just completed Return to Castle Wolfenstein, the game I was so fortunate to find lying around downstairs. Thanks, stranger.

Too many hours in a row I've got a fricking headache now time to sleep I gotta. Work. Tomorrow...

Yay...

Why the hell did I even blogging lol

Hello,
We need some R and Argh

Supine

Written on: Sunday, January 17, 2010
Time: 5:45 AM

FIRSTLY! ARIF!
Peace back to you ah, anyhow only say we sarcastic. Your HEAD ah! Kk nvm. Anyway you're a bic boi now you gotta stop perving I MEAN perming, your hair, cos prolonged curling results in permanent whirling. KK SERIOUS AH. T'was grate hanging out wicha again, and with all the other mats, and when you get a car, I'll make sure the hazard lights are perma-on. That way you can warn all the motorists around you of potential hazards arising from stationary vehicles, maybe moving ones too.

And Syafiq Lim said we'll continue celebrating birthdays forever. So take it that everyday's a birthday so everyday kiter happy happy ah, how bout that now. Sounds good? Sounds good. Everyday's a happy day. Alright that's settled.

If I had things my way, I'd have moved to my new blog by now. I don't have things my way, because bloody blogger isn't accepting any of the skins I've tried to install, there's always some error somewhere, a missing 'body' or some shit, and I swear the incomplete XML codes will never be completed. I spent so much time trying to work things out, then resorted to one of the boring old default skins, tried to tweak it, and messed it up.

WHY Blogger, WHY?

DO YOU THINK you are like a monopoly or something? Do shit and get away with it? No cos you're not and you'll never be so why blogger, why, why why why WHY do this to me WHY. Not after I've been suchhhh a good boy.

So I'll postpone the move. Well, duh.

But why move? Why move? WHY?!
IS THAT EVEN A QUESTION?!

Reason number ONE:
teamkiller, is, without a doubt, a

VERY.

VERY.

EXTREMELY.

SUPERBLY.

MEGANOMETRONICALLY.

LLLAAAMMMEEE.
name for a blog.

I must've realized when I first made it, but the stupid part of me, the same part that created mr_andersonsux (genius...), took control and was like 'Ah hell YEAH that's the name we should go for! COME ON TYPE IT IN! Don't look now, and... YEIYEAH! Your new url. Is. Kental. Hah, beach.

But I beared bore boreded bearded with it, and now I am, without any tolerance. They come in pills but the pharmacy ran out of 'em.

Reason number two? Someone searched 'teamkiller nude' and landed on my blog. I know right, its not like I name my nude photos 'teamkiller nude', come on. Didja catch that? Didja? DIDJA? Well, good.

And wtf?

I hope no one really met with an accident there.

One thing. Why are people bothered with getting old? I think some wanna get to 21 and stay forever. That's why this genius named his store Forever 21. Araknow, up till now I've been looking forward to getting older, maybe I'll really like how I am at 21. You're probably your fittest and best looking and whatever then. Sidetrack: If you peak at 21, and 21 isn't mid-life, and 35 is, then your next peak should come at 49? And you should've been really low at 7 years old... little kid getting shoved around. You were pathetic. Alright that was unnecessary.
Back on track: I have a really short attention span, and I can't take being 18 for a whole year, its just too... long. So I guess at 21 I'll feel the same and wanna move on to 22 and so forth. Its kinda cool getting older I guess, you change and can do things differently. Like I can walk around anywhere by myself at 50 and people probably won't call me an antisocial. NEXT.

I've decided, and so I should write it down in case I haven't really told myself. Wordpress for nonpersonal entries, like my random shit and more stories to come, and all that poetry (or whatever the heck it is) in my file. Blogger for this, world entertainment. Yeah right, sheesh, what does this guy think he is?

I finally cleared all my stuff.
But wait.
There's some remaining.

damn...
But only a small amount cleverly hidden amongst the organized shelves and whatnots. Pissacake.

I want you to now tell yourself that you're an awesome person, because you really are. And if you think I'm awesome, its only cos I'm with awesome people. Did I ever say that? Really? Yeah well don't take it too seriously hahahahhahahahha. Am I messing with you? I sure hope I am.

If I'm not mistaken, I should be doing something less 'bad' now. Though I can hardly argue that staying up like this is bad. Its 621 am, so I want all of you to be happy, don't even THINK about being sad or negative (DON'T THINK ABOUT A PINK ELEPHANT! HAH gotcha), trust yourself and trust God. And read more cos you can never get enough ocular pleasure, especially in text form. Only in text form. Forget about other manifestations for now. I should stop, head's not in my control.

Hello,
Head's not in my corn roll

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FAEIOU

Written on: Sunday, January 10, 2010
Time: 11:15 PM

I caught an episode of Wizards of Waverly place just now. Seleena Gomez is hot, and her 'brother''s body is solid sia. Like buff and fit, you could see his abs through his shirt. Respek bro. And omg I think even the m- okaaaay enough of this shit.

It kinda sucks to have to sleep early again cos I gotta werk in teh morn. But I guess this whole sleep thing I can get used to quite easily, seeing how we're very good friends. Yesterday I awoke from an amazing SIXTEEN hour slumber, only cos I had to piss real bad, and I was getting tired from sleeping. No, really. I can get up and do some stuff and sleep back, but I was seriously tired from sleeping. 24 hour sleep marathon someday. I gotta start at 6am then, so when I awake it'd be a normal day.

I was watching The Deen Show yesterday, and before he answered a question, Eddie pointed out that 'in Islam there is no girlfriend-boyfriend thing, aite?'
He didn't really elaborate but I gave it some thought. Allah says stay away from zina; He didn't say don't commit adultery, but don't even approach it. Ahmad Deedat had elaborated somewhere that men are made for such things, and thus it is a strong desire. Therefore that is Allah's test to us, to fight these desires. By conquering them we will get a reward far greater than what succumbing might have granted us, and only temporarily.

We might not see any problem in the whole gf/bf thing, I suppose, because we've grown up with it around us. Society tells us what is 'normal', and we tend to go by those standards. But if you think about for a minute, you'd see how we don't need to hold hands or hug or kiss or spend so much time cuddling, even if you really DO love that someone. I know many people who got to know each other through dinner dates, no touching, in short a very conservative process, but who are happily married now with no problems. (Somehow I think I won't have to worry about all this. I really don't wanna, its so leceh.)

If there is a will there is a way, and if you do something in ALlah's name then he will open more doors for you than you closed. Give up your desires and he will reward you bountifully; it is not easy, of course, for such feelings are very much a part of us. That is why there must be effort put into it, and a willingness of the heart.

Whatever faith you belong to, if you do something in God's name, then you can be sure He will guide you along the right path.

Which brings me to the next topic that's been on my mind for some time. The Malaysia problem.
Some people are unhappy over the use of 'Allah' in non-Muslim religious texts.
They say things like 'It is our right, and our property. Allah is our God so you cannot use His name.'
My father was quick to point out that by saying that, they imply that there are other Gods, for other religious. Islam is monotheistic, and a Muslim is someone who bears witness that there is only One God and Muhammad is His messenger. So how now?

And anyway, God is there for everyone, whether you like it or not. For the Muslim, for the Christian, the Jew, Buddhist, Hindu, even the atheist. He operates on a higher level than any one of His creations can comprehend.

It is mentioned in the Quran that there is no compulsion towards religion; you don't have to be a Muslim, or accept what we believe in. It is your right to choose what you want to believe in. So if these people believe in using the word Allah, then it is entirely between them and God. Personally, I feel its a special thing that they use the same name as us. It tells me that we believe in the same Divine Power, and we are more alike than we think.

There is no sense in burning churches, or protesting. Half the time I see only a handful shouting and lifting signs, while the rest just stare on in mild curiosity. But I wouldn't be surprised if some of them are paid to demonstrate. There are nasty people out there. But come on, isn't life a lot harder to plan protests? You gotta set a meeting point, dress the same maybe, get loudhailers. Now where you gonna get those babies from. And not to mention the script. If you're gonna be shouting your ass off in front of a lotta people (who might just be laughing at you, in their hearts) then you don't wanna fumble. AND if you shout lots you need something to soothe your throat. VERY TROUBLESOME! FERGERRABOUTIT!

By the way, just in case you're burnin' inside and wanna do something, could I politely say something. Yes I could. Spending long hours in a mosque doesn't give you a one up above everyone else. If you are truly as holy as you think you are, then you'd be more patient than anything.

To my non-Muslim friends, if you must judge our faith, then I beg of you, please do not take these extremists as representatives of Islam. I might have just said that, though I'm very sure that all of you are so much wiser than that. I guess I just had to say cos I could use 'I beg of you', feels kinda cool to beg in the right way. Not that I like to beg. Yeah whatever you get it.

Anyway to all the tolerant and patient and good and sensible people in the world, hang in there. The world needs people like you, so once we're through this shit you can carry on being awesome without having to fear some hooligan burning something down. I'm very glad no one was injured or killed in the attacks, but I'm very sorry for those who were affected. I kinda know what it feels to have someone disrespect something holy.

Yesterday I was doing the laundry (yeah I do the laundry! I clean and can learn to cook too, many more skills! Hire me now!) (Hahahahhahahahah that was so much fun to do) (try it yoursel!) (because EVERYTHING is ART ATTACK! if you want it to be), just about to begin a very interesting monologue when Mak appeared at the door to the utility room. She looked very serious, and she asked me:
"Fawaz why do you keep talking to yourself? I have to ask you, because you're a big boy, but you keep talking to yourself!"
Hahahha I didn't really know how to respond, and my answer was something about 'its fun' and 'big boys can't talk to themselves'.

But really? Is there anything wrong? In my mind, HELL NO! Its perfectly fine to talk to yourself and roleplay and stuff, its a good habit, its healthy entertainment and it keeps you happy. If everyone tries it, we'd have a nice world. Then we'd be able to talk to strangers in public without any qualms, and might just end up performing for everyone else.

Out of curiosity though, anyone else do that? Like, a lot? I do it in the shower, while doing my work, in between things, while I'm by myself. I kinda spend a lotta time by myself, staring at the mirror, lying down, singing and talking, just hanging out with me. There's this great guy Fawaz and its really cool chillin' with him, he's so much like me sometimes I wonder if he really is.

My colleagues have been very tickled by my speechial habits (another word I coined), and tried so hard to suppress their laughter but ended up giggling uncontrollably. My question is why they had to pretend they were not laughing hahaha. Did they think I was mad and didn't want to offend me?

We can only guess.

I hate it when I have to throw something away in the middle of the night, and the dustbin's not lined. Does that mean I have to invent something?

I must go NOW what happend to 10pm and 8 hours of babytime. Sheesh...
Be good yall. People like good people.

Hello,

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Weight Transport

Written on: Wednesday, January 06, 2010
Time: 11:22 PM

I forgot to mention something yesterday, and I think Zul will feel distantly pleased about it. I'm not sure why'd its distant. Yesterday in the lift at The Office, an assortment of nice-smelling people entered the lift. They were also pleasantly dressed, and equally well-mannered. Twas a good and sensual experience.

There is a general misconception as to the life of Anakin Skywalker, an his 'son' Luke. You can't really blame people for assuming they were parent and spawn, simply because the very medium through which they were introuced, carried the message that they were truly related. Unknown to many, there are several easily availabe sources that seek to clarify the movie's miscommunication.

Luke Skywalker was an English teacher during his 20's. He trained to be a part-time Jedi, but got carried away. Skip to his encounter with Vader dood. When Mr Mask said 'I am your father', he actually meant 'Eye am your father'. It is well-documented that Luke heard it that Luke heard it that way too. Eat was a mysterious merchant based in Tatooine, rumoured to be 'closet to Luke than even he knows'.

So why did Luke yell NOOOOOOOOO!

Because in addition to the anguish of having lost a hand, here he was confronted with some masked maniac who had such a poor grasp of the English language, and he couldn't do ANYTHING about it. Years of teaching the language, an now this grown man so confidently spake on baddeth English. Twas blasphemous!

Oh but we still don't know why Luke carried on screaming things like Gnnnnahhhhh! Yyyerrrrr gnahhh mmmyyyy vvvffavvvaaaa!!!!!
Lame sia.

NOT.

Anyway I realized I'm quite a big part of my life. I wouldn't wanna be you if I were you. HUH?! K nvm.
Credit Syafiq and Taufiq White Vanilla Sky.

Sleep ah. Slippar. Slipper. Votewwa.

Hello,
We'll all have some breakfast tonight

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I Do the Thumbs-up Thing Too

Written on: Tuesday, January 05, 2010
Time: 11:32 PM

I went to pray at Angullia mosque today, which is predominantly Indian. Its Indian land there, what do you expect. But I took wudhuk beside a chinese man who works at one of the shopping malls there. It felt so special that we were moving almost in sync, though our skin colours were vastly different (I'm not that dark anyway) (I'M FAIRER THAN MAK NOW HAHAHHA) (not enough yi er san what) and we were at a mosque dominated by another race. A lot of bangladeshi workers there too you see.

Then when it came time for Maghrib, I felt a surge of, what, excitement? rush through me as I said my niat while the Imam did the takbiratul ihram. All around me everyone lifted their hands, but to different heights, for different durations, and we all ended up with our arms folded around our chests, though positions varied. Its like those super cool fighting movies where the heroes face some nemesis (there's a song stuck in my head, where the singer says his heart is black and he is Nemesis) and they all break into some unique fighting stance.

It was that awesomeR.

When we do our ibadah, or actions or worship, we differ slightly but are still the same. At that point where we're all doing the same thing, there is a sense of unity and brotherhood. When we look at small things like these we see how similar we are to others, so we must carry this thought forward to our everyday life. All of us have so much in common, hurting someone only eventually destroys yourself.

IKR, deep.

Hah.

HAHAHAHHAHAHHA k nvm.

People say when you move on in life you'd wish you were back at the previous stage. Like I wished I was back in primary school, when the fact of the matter is I had to wear ugly ass white shorts to school. Naval Base Primary shorts were grey.

But now that I'm semi-working, I don't wanna go back to school. I wanna work cos I'm actually doing something, and this brain of mine gets to operate in such different ways it tickles. And I'm earning.

You need cash to do shit.

For now I wanna try as many jobs as I can, even if they don't pay so much, cos I'm learning lotsa shit from the people I meet, and the experience is what I'm in for. Gives life some excitement.

While walking to work this morning I was suddenly distracted from selecting a new track to listen to, my attention grabbed entirely by a whiff of sweet-smelling air. I looked up and saw two minahs I've never seen in this estate. But that's all they'll ever be, one-meet-only sweet-smelling minahs. I've a short attention schpan remember.

As I child I used to want certain things, and I'd walk by the same spot everyday to stare at that thing. It didn't matter if I didn't get it (well eventually it didn't matter) but seeing it there everyday kept me happy. Not that it was waiting for me, but that I could see it and drool or whatever again. Is it appropriate that I retain that mindset at this age hahahha. You know what, I don't care if it is, or even if its a poor question. I'm gonna keep thinking like that cos its in my jeans. GENES. Genes.

Blood? Brain? Or metaphysical fabric of existence?
I guess we'll never know.

Oh and I found another facial product that might do you some good.

Alamak internet got no peekchah. Its a Vitamin E cream by oriflame, but I guess any vitamin E cream will do. Its good for you, that's all I'm gonna say. And when applying such creams don't rub hard into skin. Instead dab spots around the face then gently smooth into the skin, stop when its not slimy anymore (creamy or whatever) or when you can no longer see its colour. I got this from acne.org, that guy seriously nothing better to do than dedicate his life to acne. Well its a good thing, cos he's helped lotsa people. Respek, brudder.

If I become a fireman, and I wanna become a fireman, I'd be so thrilled if someone calls because 'shawty fire burning on the dance floor'. 'oh whoa-oh oh'.

There's nothing that can piss me off more than Insufficient Sleep. It always hits me at the right spot where it hurts the most, and a bumbling grouchy me is then pushed around by time, not allowed to nurse my wounds. Time. Hmm. Hrms. Hermes.

I will invent a device to control time. The entire creation process begins with me going to sleep now bye

Hello,
This drama has an iron cast

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Hit Man

Written on: Sunday, January 03, 2010
Time: 11:25 PM

Post number 333 and I'm still not prepared to officially close down this blog. Cos I haven't made preparations, nothing nostalgic or wutewwa.

I've been at the other blog for some time you know you know YOU KNOW

OH SO YOU DO KNOW GOOD FOR YOU!

OH SO YOU DON'T KNOW GOOD FOR YOU!

Anyway, I did a massive clearing up job today. I hauled this heavy-ass (but not heavy enough for me) tub into the hall, and expected to see my stuff inside. I opened it and found lotsa toys. So nehmind! Might as well clear that shit up! The tub was reduced from overflowing to 1/5 not so full in no time, its a rather big tub, boxy (BOXXY! <3>

That meant throwing away my precious NASA space set, my super cool shit Hot Wheels workshop playset, with the sparks and the charger and all that, my roboriders cartridge and manuals, and even toto tak. That's my Donald Duck squeaky toy, toto tak was my first word. I dunno if my parents were pissed or too glad that I had started talking, but that toy's now gone. It was kinda hard to hold it, then transfer my hand to the plastic bag of disposal, and then release grip so the toy will fall in pile of to be thrown toys. But I did it, and its now gone, and I know its for the better.

Then I moved on to my real tub of stuff, and halfway through I discovered that I had another large drawer somewhere crammed full of things. So I threw lotsa stuff away, lots and lots of stuff.

Just for fun, this is where I had stuff hidden:

That tub

That large drawer

Two shelves of our bookcase. Is that what its called?

My study table

The computer table

The other table in the balcony

Two shelves out of the four shelves of the shelf in the hall

And God knows where else

That means I'm gonna have to throw away lotsa shit. OH YAH HAHA I threw away all my old exam papers cos my marks were shite. Too shite to handle, I'm sure as hell not gonna wanna look at them in the future or show my cucu. If I have children. If I get married or if I decide to adopt children. If I don't wanna live alone. If I have a house of my own. When I have a house of my own.

I think I wanna clue you just for the fun of it.

Its something else I call myself by, its found here if you really don't know what it is. You gotta know where to look, and once you've found it, you gotta pick out the obvious and what you need will remain.

I have two, they belong to different families, one of which is a brother to this.

By the way I left something on the wall adjacent to the 4th floor lockers in school. This is the wall o'er which people throw waste objects into a dustbin that used to be on the floor below. Smart cleaners solved the problem of lousy aimers by shifting said dustbin.

Hello,

Bear I am, I furgot

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Double Down Under

Written on: Saturday, January 02, 2010
Time: 4:17 AM

This is post number 332 and I said I wanna stop at 333 but to hell with that, I might not be ready to move by that time. Cos I gotta change some things in my template so the next time somebody goes to teamkiller.blogspot.com he'll (or she'll) (it doesn't matter, actually) (I was just momentarily unnecessarily asymptotically unbiased) (whatever the hell that is) see a cryptic message that actually leads him to my new blog. But he won't be led to it if he don't figure it out, know whammsayin?

Someone searched teamkiller nude and landed on my blog.

WHAT MANNER OF SHIT IS THAT?!

Aaaaaanyway, to all you fancy people out there. You dress well, do up your face (if this applies to you), get your hair all perfect, smell good. So why put on a shit face. Worse still, why behave like you're made of shit. If shit was animated, it'd behave like you. No wait I need to rephrase. You behave like shit if it were animated.

There was something I wanted to say, what was it...

Topman's on sale if you're interested, and if you can take their strange music selection. Some how I feel it can induce terrible headaches in some people.

I am once more approaching very very sleepy status, I'm curious to see if those voices I mentioned shall make conversation with me again. As of yet, I have established that they probably originate from my subconscious, but I'm half hoping I'm wrong. It'd be totally freaky and cool to discover I have another mind. Maybe if I can control it I could use it like a spare hard disk, to back up data or store miscellaneous shit...

As decided upon some time back, I slept through the new year countdown. To be precise, I went to bed at 1130 pm, after suppressing my desire to sit through the rest of Star Trek. I think I had a good sleep, but I dreamt I was thirsty, and woke up thirsty. Then slept some more.
And some more.
Should've slept in the afternoon.
Should've gone to sleep much earlier.

Mak told me to sleep early. I've been a very bad person, lately.

Tomorrow I'll clear all my stuff, dustbin's gonna be happy.

About dustbins. They don't ask for rubbish. But if you give they'll just take it till there's no room.

I should be going now, before anyone wakes up and sees me. It'd be disappointing, and I don't like that. Don't disappoint and don't be disappointed; its not linked, not always, but don't let people down and don't feel let down. More another time.

Think happy and you'll be hapy.

Hello,
I bought some Amaze Ink

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Snake Eyes

Written on: Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Time: 10:01 PM

We are fast approaching post 333. That means something, maybe it's a sign for big change. Maybe it's tine for miracles? No, I don't think so, now go sing your song somewhere else.

Today was a super power day as with all other days spent with the mats. Floormats hah. Nah that was nothing. We gotta keep doing this kinda shit for as long as we can.

I remembered a super kaklar story, of owning origins not too long ago. My mom told it to me that night while we were having a sacred Family Lepaking Session, and I couldn't stop laughing. That afternoon we were all dressed and ready for lunch, so my parents left their room and my bros happily left our in my charge. So I had a brief wtf moment where I looked for my socks, grabbed the key then made sure the room was locked before heading for the elevator. See I was kinda brought up around the concepts of be ultra careful and take nothing for granted. While I'm not always like that, some traits invariably rub off by virtue of proximity.

And voilà whole family plus strangers were waiting in the lift for me. I think I hadn't kept them waiting much, no one looked pissed heh. (Why do I always keep people waiting for me sheesh. bad Fawaz, bad Fawaz!)

I hadn't really noticed but my mom said once I entered the lift the two girls at the back started 'speaking'. My mom imitated them a bit, it rang a bell, and triggered a massive WTF reaction. Fortunately what ensued was a fit of laughter, not a rude exclamation. Mak was going on and on about how they were trying to act cool, and how she would have cuit-ed (pinched) their arms till they screamed like he'll. IF she was their mom.

Please lah I don't think those girls were trying to impress me, that's just so ridiculous. But if they were, then sorry cos I didn't give a shit an I don't really give a shit unless I'm interested lol. And girls, it's not wervvit. Open your eyes PLEASE. And Mak, please don't hesitate to pinch if ever there is a need, elevator rides can be ultra boooooring.

Oh and about that! I sometimes do this weird something in lifts, just to try and freak people out. Dunno if it works, but saying it here could just spoil it all. Take an elevator with me.

And GOOD NEWS! People are somehow getting nicer, like they hold doors, say thanks and let you pass. I won't transform to Datuk Fawaz Tua Giler Nak Mampos (grandfather Fawaz so old want to die hahahaha I love love translations did anyone catch that) ( I love love rock, if that didn't ring a bell) just yet, but I'm sure if you think happy you'll be happy.

How can people say 'life got in the way', got in the way of what murrfkker?!

Please love this Earth otherwise there'll be nowhere left for us to screw around. Hmm, interpret that how you like. While you're at it, get smarter, stay sharp and be cool as a whatever the hell is cool enough.

Hello,
Is it clone day or something

Labels: komentatr, repotr

Astral

Written on: Monday, December 28, 2009
Time: 10:13 PM

Lol wtf Syatirah and Rashidi tiba-tiba muncul di luar my house hahahah I'm still in shock, I'm easily shocked. How sweet of them, I really appreciate it a lot. And I found out the got a test next week. Wtf? Serious ke per? WHY!

Anyway, they're all smart kids. Whether they know it or not, whether they like it or not. See I was watching Spiderman just now, and the whole thing about... k nvm. Anyway good luck J1s with all your thangs, been there done that LOVED IT hahahahahhaha.

No, seriously.

I loved it. And hated it, what an awkward situation. Oh and Syat I hope you enjoy your pink mic hahahaha.

Mary I've not forgotten payment, contemplating snail methods, won't that be fun?

Anyway, if you read my blog enough, you'd know I have a certain inclination toward talking about my vitamin-induced piss colour. Somehow I find the subject very intriguing and interesting, not at all embarrassing. So once more, I'll share another story.

I hope I'm not repeating myself, age catching up.

I overdosed by accident, took two Vitamin B pills. Now these babies are some awesome shit. In short, for energy release and blah blah blah. If you lived a day with me you'd see why my mom's so insistent on me taking them. I'm forever asleep, then I'll sleep some more, and I'm so laid back its scary. So she thinks its a good idea that I feel a bit more energetic, so I can do useful stuff.

Right.

Well anyway, to describe the potency of this thing, I spent more hours awake than usual one day. The day before I overdosed. We went to visit my grandfather who had a fall, but is recovering well, Alhamdulillah. He's an awesome man, 92 if I'm not wrong. Still alert and everything, and full of stories. I need NEED NEED to learn Malayalam. Oh but one thing he said, I still remember clearly. Whatever you do, do it for, in this order, Allah, Rasul, Mak and Bapak.

My elaboration is, whatever you must be in their name. If you want to do something and you know Allah (if this applies to you, that is) won't be happy with it, then DON'T BLOODY DO IT. If Allah permits, but mother doesn't, then do.

Getting my bike license, for instance.

And its back to the vitamin story. So I spent more hours awake, then only got two hours of sleep, and about an hour later overdosed. You can't blame me, the vitamins were arranged like that on the table, where my portion (at least that's what I assumed) had two black pills. Turns out someone ter-messed up the arrangement or something.

Thing is, despite the severe lack of sleep, I outawaked the whole family (save Mak. Hmm, why ah?). Some time after lunch, everyone KO-ed and slept and slept till Maghrib I think. So I had the time of my life playing game after game on the ipodwhatpodallyourpodpod. And that night, stayed up some more to watch some TV.

Not a yawn the whole day, never nodded off, it was freaky. Freaky COOL SHIT!

BUT!

We're forgetting something. THE PISS.
Yeah the piss. It was so much more yellow than before, in fact I coulda swore it looked almost lime green. Like almost frickin' glowing in the toilet bowl. Smelt good too I think hahahahaha. Maybe that's cos I'm always overloading on water. But anyway, one more pill and I think it would've been acidic piss, melts right through your toilet! Try it yourself!

Come to think of it, shoulda turned off the lights to see if it really glew.
Yeah GLEW, get over it.

I just dropped the iPod but despite the sever heart trauma it caused me, it also revealed something else to me. If you don't hear it, it won't take as much damage. Thank you God, for allowing me to be listening to loud music at the time of the incident.

And how the HELL did it drop?! Thing was on the table! I was typing away!

Damn SPIRITS...

Oh and thanks for all the nice words everyone, right back atcha a million times.

Hello,
My name is a bella

Labels: famous words, no ligaments, repotr

Gapless Album

Time: 1:12 AM

I went for a wedding today, weddings scare the crap out of me. I don't know why but I find them very intimidating.

Does anybody want a pair of Sony Ericsson earpieces? I've got two actually.
Booooooooooriiiiiiiiinnnnnngggggggggggggg.

Hello,
Goodboring

Labels: no ligaments

Scventz

Written on: Saturday, December 26, 2009
Time: 3:48 AM

I swear I keep hearing my name called. Recently it's been my mom's voice bit there've been others. The strange thing is, I'm more annoyed than afraid. Actually, I'm just plain irritated. It's frustrating to hear your name called only to turn around and find no one looking for you. What, playful phantom? Get a life. Oh yeah, can't.

Time' flying real fast doncha think. When I plan to do things it always seems theoretically sound. Seems is the keyword here, and the next big thing to happen is my battery's running out.

Both mechanical and biological. So I should've said batteries are. My mistake, sorry, time to go, good bye.

But then:
I did try
Plus
It didn't work
Equals
Aid deednt work

Useful short forms for the busy human.

Hello,
I loaf you

Labels: famous words, no ligaments

I Bored Boughtdom

Written on: Sunday, December 20, 2009
Time: 4:02 AM

Ewmember I talked aviu change. Yeah change of name chang of dunno what blah blah. Well it's Bren around for sine time only people dint know. Don't Dont don't the quick brown fix jumps ofer the lazy dog.

Well anyway if you want early access th. I offe thee one clue for this time one night only bravo bravo.

I'll give you this one clue before I give eeryone the last clues, and before this place will see anything new again. Sooooooo it actually does t make a difference if IOU fiire it out or not.

Well anyways in all politeess, it's another name I go by I wish to go by it I use it sone know it you've seen it you can find it here

there I spilt maybe you wanna go a hunting if IOU find this new place, semi hallowed ground (I wish) then leave your mark. Numerical positioning would be great, privy?

Now I'll bus type away and see what cones out of it. Am I accurate ebough or will it all cone out as gibberish we don't know I'm sibereun g here Ora biking I'll jusgtap away lakamalalala no meani no ksjnskfnd. His isntsipposedbtk nake any sensedrli g do y you know because I miss you so all the teams we tried and there are strand houses shit strange noises shissy tine to go wow well done

Labels: famous words, no ligaments

500 Beside Me

Written on: Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Time: 10:47 PM

Dis man gud sal. Mek mie wan too tch oso. But eye rmb las tym eye oso wna tch soo eye ehm hpy.

Chinese-subbed Korean dramas and all their respiratory sounds. You can never get enough of that.

I was playing Kotor that day. Yeah again. And it struck me why Star Wars and Star Trek and whatnot are so popular, hordes of people are huge fans, movies, whatever, blah blah blah. Its cos the dam thing's so damn believable. Everything's made up, down to the smallest details, it seems like all the tech they talk about is just there somewhere, in a galaxy far far away. A long time ago too, depending on context.

I got to explore the Telos something, a ship, inside out. The hyperdrive, navicomputer, map room, the outer surface, every damn thing. And it all makes sense, it links, heck, they could create it for me to be in isn't that enough of an argument. Languages, aliens, shit I'm getting excited thinking about the game I can't write properly I may start getting incoherent so maybe you don't wanna keep reading, instead find out where you can get hold of the game then play it. And you must also watch the movies and read the books and immerse yourself in this frickin' genius George Lucas' world.

I'd be damned if he didn't make it all up, and instead did go to all those places once.
WHY DIDN'T HE INVITE ME.

Ok enough geek talk, nerdface.

EH HABIB HASSAN! ON THE NEWS! Bye enough of this blog shit I'm too lazy to type
Btw my piss is luminous and yellow and very possibly glow in the dark, because of my vitamins. Thanks Mak. Heeheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Hello,
Do you know how to me

Labels: no ligaments

Angkat Besi

Written on: Sunday, December 13, 2009
Time: 2:04 AM

So I said I wanna be philosophical today.

Kreia asked me why I was so willing to help everyone, and either of my responses (I loaded the level twice) got me this answer: sometimes by helping people you are doing them a disservice in the future. By going through struggles you get stronger, and small struggles are only followed by bigger ones.
As Mama said it would be impossible and very unnecessary to dissect every such scenario, dissect it from the micro level, to give you a better picture of how much thought could go into it. To make things easier, I have decided that I'll help when I can, when I need to. Teach a man to fish, and he'll feed himself forever (provided you let him keep the rod, and there's always fish. And that he lives forever), so that's how I'll help people. Don't spoonfeed.

Another conversation shed some light on the discomforts of reality. And I believe when there's enough light, you'll find that everyone has something that should have remained hidden, and that it could cause your image of the person to crumble. Because the person himself does not crumble, he has always carried that burden with him.

I have always hated such things, and hated these people even more. But then I'd have to hate (almost) everyone, because everyone is covering up some ugly truth. So I've given up hating. I won't be bothered with what I don't need to know, and I will judge people based on my observations. If you're nice to me, then chances are I won't give a shit that you were once some kind of monster. That statement is oversimplified, but I think it suffices.

Most importantly, I know what kind of person I want to be. I will be honest to everyone, I will not hide, and I will always do my best to be a good person. I don't want others to have to discover something about me that saddens them, or makes them change their view about me. What you know about me is enough for you to trust me, because I know what it feels like to trust someone or to look up to someone so much (though I'm not implying you should look up to me. Unless its literal, then, uh, you gots no choice) only to have everything forcibly redrawn, leaving me lost in a whole new sea of colours. I want everyone who ever needs to come into contact with me to know that I will be true to you, and that you can trust me.

Or you could just leave me alone and I'll be happy playing all my wonderful games (K.O.T.O.R.!!!!!!!!!!!) (and more) (a lot more) (maybe even too many more).

The MAI Family Day meeting this afternoon was great. Besides the fact that I was super embarrassed for coming late (I have this problem and it SUCKS) (and thanks a million for waiting for me, Zul. I'm sorry I had to pull you into the late basket hahahha. I owe you a few billion), I enjoyed myself a lot. Firstly Abang Aidel was a superb leader. Cos he knows what's going on, he knows everyone he's working with. He always gets people involved in discussion, and when you work with him you feel important. That's real important cos then everyone is motivated to do better. The other Aidel (hahaha I don't know his full name) was equally impressive. He gave off strong vibes of someone who's very intelligent and sharp, and he makes a good assistant, cos he knows when to call super-decisive actions. Its something to be able to confidently and authoritatively give an order, that makes sense and has the backing of your men. Firoz (correct speeling?) klakar giler ttm, you needa hang out with him if you wanna be put in a good mood real fast. The girls were brilliant, and although I didn't get to talk to them, they came across as very intelligent people. Like hidden intelligence, ask and it'll be revealed, not the showoff kind of intelligent.

Please ah, if anyone ever says wah you Raffles confirm smart, shut the hell up and open your eyes a bit. Talk to the people around you and you'll see how smart SO many people are. As a matter of fact, stop saying all these things if you don't like it that Raffles people are always 'the smart ones', the 'ones who'll go places' and whutewwa. The more you say it, the truer it becomes, and the bigger the heads of some of these raffle people.

And not to forget, Fauzan, Zul, Haliim and Haris who were there to make things funner. Haliim you're seriously one funny motherfather my brothers cannot tahan sak, they couldn't get enough of you please come back and let us bask in the light of your brilliance.

I desperately need to strengthen my shoulders, there's something wrong with my joints and my forearm bones. But if I stare enough at the mirror- no wait - at all the reflective surfaces that suffer my presence, then everything will be alright. The secret to a good body (not implying anything again, but you can assume I am. Confusing?) is all in your head. No stupid long hours of jogging on fking treadmills, no starvation and no complaining. Tell yourself you're good, eat well.

Yes, EATING.

I've come across lists of PowerFoods. Stuff like that. And these lists get longer and longer and lllllllllllllooooooonnnnnnnnnngggggggggggggeeeeeeeerrrrrrrr.

WHY AH WHY

WHY? YOU KNOW WHY?

Because God, in His Brilliance, made everything (that is Halal) beneficial for us. If He says you can eat it, then jolly well eat it. Eat everything and eat moderately, stop before you're full, and trust me you'll be healthy fit nice body woohoo power ah. No shit about bad foods, got it?

So anyway. Datuk Fawaz Tua Krepot Too Many Years Of Experience hereby orders you to stare at your reflection for extended periods, do some poses, and let this run through your mind: oh my God I'm damn hot. Oh my God look at those- YEAHHH now THAT'S what I call biceps. And my- *flexes harder* - yeahhhhh sexy abssss. Sialah this is too much to handle. But amma handle it anyway cos I'm too hot to handle.

Something like that ah, modify to your taste. Its not what I say, but I think its still good and should work. REMEMBER EVERYONE YOU'RE ALL BEAUTIFUL! James Blunt might write a song about you, but I'd rather he run away crying. Maybe take off all his clothes again. He can't get enough of his body too, how cool is that.

I'm slightly hungary but I'm gonna sleep anyway.

Hello,
Don't think too ice

Labels: advice, dark vehemency, komentatr, no ligaments, repotr

Don't be mad if I'm starring

Written on: Saturday, December 12, 2009
Time: 12:53 AM

Today was ahhsummmmmm.

Firstly thanks to Arif and Danial I'm so touchéd (hahahahahahaha) to say the least. I'm also malas to try to express myself wellely.

Now that I'm thinking a bit, I realize I didn't thank Zul Syafiq Has Fads Filzah. Like I didn't explicitly mention your name. Rest well knowing you played a part in the building of this ahhhsumm body of mine.

Somebody should really gimme a slap yaknow.

K back to being nice. I was damn happy to be with te mats today, one day when I'm old I'll look back at thus period of my life and go 'good days, good days'. Thanks Ame for allowing us to terrorize your house and for taking our ravaging of several packages ofsweet confectionary treats, so well. Maybe you gotta thank all the lizards for providing you with some excitement.

And thanks a lot to Khairul too, I really enjoyed riding you. You were really good and kept good control, taking good care of us all. To the rest of the guys, it was good squeezing with y'all. EH but SERIOUSLY thanks FOR sending me HOME. One day we can all go driving together, as a convoy, that'd be mighty cool and a mighty waste of minyak if its one person per car.

Anyway I'm also addicted to The Sims 3 on my phone. Let me explain my genius plan. It'd be too much to buy everythig I need for my house like a stove or toilet shower wutewwa. So I made Nina my best friend, and when you're best friends it means you can do whatever the hell you want to in their house and they won't kind. I sleep there a lot, watch the TV cook my meals read books you name it. All at Nina's house. It's also the most conveniently located house on the map, near the lake where I go fishing near my workplace near EVERYTHING. So I was hoping I could fall in love with her, cos that's one of my Sim's goals. I flirted and used picked up lines and embraced her tenderly (limited options, not my fault) but we never moved in from being best fiends. Did I say fiends? I meant friends.

Then I met Anya.

(I'm very dramatic right)
So anyway this Anya girl was a stranger, but we kicked things off well. The trick is to be romantic once you're friends, don't o further than that. Keep ip your Romeo thang and soon you'll be a couple, not good friends. I don't use Anya's house so much but I'm glad I completed one of my Sim's goals.

I think I'm getting quite used to typing like this. I'm especially happy that The path to wêïrd vürdz hâth bæn màdę úpen.

I wanna sleep I needs get bigger and I wanna write a philosophical post tomorrow. Philosophicish maybe. Be good everyone hehehe.

Hello,
I think I wanted to have said goodbye

Labels: dark vehemency, repotr

telos

Written on: Friday, December 11, 2009
Time: 6:54 AM

i'm addicted to knights of the old republic 2 i'm not sleeping i'm not eating right wow this is so exciting

Solid State Smoke

Written on: Thursday, December 10, 2009
Time: 3:36 AM

After reading around a bit I was quite impressed by the way a lot of my friends write. They sound really intelligent (like really intelligent) and they're so clear with what they say, I can almost feel the same emotions running through them. Something like that.

So I thought I'd write something intelligent too. A break from all the nonsense you'd find here.

Yeah right. All I can think about now is how I needa get that new hard disk tomorrow, and of all the updates I've been running. I started K.O.T.O.R. (Knights of the Old Republic. Pretty suggestive name, I know) 2 two days ago, and I'm hooked. I remember seeing an ad for this game once upon a time in one of my gaming magazines. I was hooked to the idea of playing as a Jedi, and now I'm living my childhood fantasy.

HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHA. Araknow that just sounded so unnecessarily dramatic.

More crap, everyone? More crap headed your way.

People change, you can't deny that. I've changed, but I'm looking for a reference point. Cos I'm sure I stopped changing awhile back. I'm thinking the same way I've been thinking for some time. But I notice a lot of people around me are changing.

I don't always like that.

Some people change because they're going with the groove. Only if you don't take a step back, you might not realize how much you're fking yourself up. But you're so in to it you don't wanna get out, I think. So if you change, and I feel it, and you realize that, don't be mad if I behave differently towards you. I'm just reacting. And remember, I'm an ENFP, a teddy bear, a pacifist, someone who takes relationships seriously. I have very strong sentimental attachments to things, I frickin cried the whole night when I lost a part of something back in, sec 1? Primary 5~6?

Point is, even if I grow distant from you, its because I don't wanna make an enemy out of you. I want us to remain friends, and remaining the way we are now will make things worse. I'm being as general as I can so you can adapt this to your situation if you somehow feel I'm referring to you hahahahha. To be honest I'm not thinking of anyone now. Kreia, maybe, if you count her as a person. (If you know what I'm talking about: if she's a Jedi and if she still knows so much, how come she's so weak. I had my memory wiped out, remember?)

The more I try to accept it, the harder it is for me to make myself want to be with everyone. I guess I'm just like that; I prefer things alone. I need people, yes, but not everyone, and these needs change. To make myself clear, partly because I don't like people getting the wrong impression and then worrying/questioning (I get irritated when people associate me with the wrong emotions. Wrong because I'm incompatible with them, my name shouldn't come anywhere close to them) me: if I say something then I mean it, don't second-guess me and don't feel unnecessarily for me. I need breaks from everything, especially people.

Because people are so complicated yet so transparent; it doesn't help that being blunt all the time can be so hurtful. I don't think I'm that good at reading people, but whatever much I can do, is too much for me. I don't like it when I sense subconscious nuances, see people hiding feelings, or have to hide feelings myself just because its the best thing to do.

I think I really wanna live alone in the future, provided I get over my fears. If there's monsters in the attic why can't there be monsters anywhere else? You figure that out then tell me, I might wanna listen.

I have until May to do things I need to do. Right now, the two most important things are fixing my damn internet connection so I can publish this post. Then comes getting ready to sleep. I'm not including sleep cos I don't know if it'll come, but I quite like that anyway.

Be happy people, and don't ever let anyone be the boss of you. Unless its your mom, cos you see, well, ah nevermind. I'll preach another day.

Hello,
I am sithing down

Labels: no ligaments, thoughts

Dutty Jobs

Written on: Tuesday, December 08, 2009
Time: 7:36 AM

See lah, this is what happens when I postcrastinate (I just made that up, I know, you're welcome) something for far too long: a post with content spanning the entire Force Nebula. That's the fifth galaxy on the travel-log of the Nepstar Twin space rover, set to relaunch two years from now.

I made all of that up too.

Aaaaaanyway, I just had my first post-post-gym protein shake. Yesterday was my first post-gym shake, and I was excited as hell. From today onwards, I'm supposed to take a serving first thing every morning. Wake up, head for the kitchen, mix maself a shake and then try not to shake as I gulp it down. This BCAA thing's supposed to help me grow.

But isn't that fake? I hear you ask...

Well lemme reason out a bit. We all need a certain amount of everything to function optimally. Almost, if not everything, can be obtained from the food we eat. But sometimes we don't get to eat all we need, for whatever reasons. Also, we may also have to eat a lot a lot a lot just to get a certain amount of something - like protein. Almost all my life I've been on all sorts of suppplements:
Vitamin C tablets, everyone knows what they're for but people like me just don't know what the hell they do
Vitamin B complex pills that make your piss really yellow, I swear it's causation is scientifically proven. These babies are supposed to help with energy release, protein synthesis and who knows what else. Read your Milo tin or cereal box, they bother to explain.
Omega 3 FAT!ty acids thingamajigum. In short, I try to be smarter.
Cod liver oil. In both yucky form and thank-God-for-pills form.
Brand's essence of chicken
Ginseng powder. Tasted nutty and I choked 9/10 times. Then gave up before the 11th time.
And the list goes on...

My point! Finally! Supplements can be a good thing, they help you get what you otherwise don't. So that's it for protein shakes. It gives me the protein I need when I need, without having to kill too many chickens. Cos you see I still gotta hunt for my food...
And the branch chain amino acids thing, I'm quite sure they can be found elsewhere. Like soybean milk? But that lifestyle is so much more expensive and not as beneficial. So voila, enter NutriFirst protein powder.

Power ah.

Oh yeah Grad Night. Ok ok only ah... its like everyone paid to go there and just take photos. The waiters were damn skillded though, they always are, and we had a good time watching them dexterously cut and serve our portions. I think everyone was so caught up in all that photography business that the whole programme seemed half-pointless. People were not always paying attention, or not sporting enough. Maybe we gotta get them drunk next time hehehe. Even though some of the performances really can go hisap, the major plus of the night was seeing everyone dressed up. Hahahahaha as Arif pointed out, suddenly so many hot girls. Seriously sak where the hell did they all come from - or where have they been hiding. That said, girls seem to think that less kain (cloth) = more hot. Some of them were, to me, screaming out through their clothes: I wish I could be naked! But I had some leftover cloth, so...

Really? With all these intelligent girls talking about equal rights and all, its so funny to see them willingly and so surely take a path they often denounce. When girls are portrayed like that in movies, its baaaaad. In games, baaaaad. Oh but its prom so ok show as much as you want lol. But just for the record, aurat issues aside, I think a lot of the girls really looked very good, like they pulled off their look real good. Good job ah.

A lot of the guys were also damn cool, and good job to the guys because for once, I think it was harder for the guys to dress up. So many options and combinations, it can be a headache if you wanna stand out of the crowd.

I realize my blog posts are too full of words.

For the sake of it, I'm going to tell you all about camels now.

They are really sensitive animals. All it takes for you to clear a path through a herd of camels is to raise your hands, wave them a bit and go chi chi chi chi. That wasn't an incomplete word, so please don't attempt to complete it.

The calluses on their underbelly are present from birth. Rock hard, they provide cushion for when a camel wants to, uh, sit? The calluses on their knees are formed from many sits.
Their calluses can sometimes get infected. This is not good. The bedouins squirt burnt motor oil on the affected areas, and that works as good as hell. Cool, eh.

Camel poo can cure dysentery. Just, you know, eat it.
Camel piss can clean your hair, if you've got messed up hair with bugs and stuff.
Camel milk is lactose free and very low in fat.

Camels are extremely social and kinaesthetic. They thrive on positive relationships and like to be touched.

Trainers inspect their toes for any growths or whatever, to make sure the camels are healthy. A camel may not like it, and so might kick if you feel around for too long. Pull back, then stroke the leg, then go back to the toe. Now stop and get out of there before it kicks again.

Bull camels, or male camels, show off to females by bringing out their soft palette - a red flap of flesh that resembles a tongue - and blowing through, creating a weird noise. Come to think of it again, it sounds like a fart.

That's enough of cameltalk I wanna backup my data. Stay everything positive hahaha.

Hello,
I'm highly inperfect

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