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Written on: Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Anyone reading this? Please tell me if you are.Time: 11:16 PM 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
I just completed Return to Castle Wolfenstein, the game I was so fortunate to find lying around downstairs. Thanks, stranger.Time: 12:08 AM 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
FIRSTLY! ARIF!Time: 5:45 AM 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 Labels: komentatr, repotr, thoughts FAEIOU
Written on: Sunday, January 10, 2010
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.Time: 11:15 PM 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, Labels: komentatr, repotr, sharing machine Weight Transport
Written on: Wednesday, January 06, 2010
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.Time: 11:22 PM 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 Labels: repotr, sharing machine I Do the Thumbs-up Thing Too
Written on: Tuesday, January 05, 2010
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.Time: 11:32 PM 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 Hit Man
Written on: Sunday, January 03, 2010
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.Time: 11:25 PM 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 Labels: repotr Double Down Under
Written on: Saturday, January 02, 2010
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?Time: 4:17 AM 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 Labels: famous words, repotr |
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