Everyone's talking about the 22 year old who jumped 14 stories to his death in Malaysia. It's tragic, really, I really do feel sorry for his pain and the pain his family and friends have to deal with now. But seriously, I can't help thinking what an idiot he is.
I'm not going to deny the fact that I have thought of suicide countless of times after a break up as well. I have to hand it to that guy, not many (actually, way too many) have the guts to actually go through with it. I can understand the pain and the urge to just end everything.
But the one thing this guy did, which makes his suicide such a famous one, is posting his suicide note on Facebook for the whole world to see. Can there be a bigger cry for attention than that?!?!?!?! Oh wait, he attached a picture of his last moment in tears too. Like... it's such an obvious slap/stab to his ex. It's his perfect revenge. By killing himself, he literrally killed her life too.
Everyone's thinking what a bitch this girl is. Maybe she really is a bitch, I won't know. But is breaking up with someone/playing with someone's feelings that bad until she deserves this? Who the hell would want to date her now? How about her future? If she's rich she can just escape and run to another country for a new start. But what if there's no way for her to run??? Even if she does manage to escape... how can she live with the guilt? Not to mention the whole freaking country now knows about her guilt.
What this kid did is totally unforgivable. He may be dead now, it's sad, yes, but he's dead. Like... he's not going to see what his action did. But his parents? His siblings? Relatives? Friends? He threw a bomb aiming at his ex and it blew up, killing everyone close to him as well.
If you have issues, if you're depressed, find someone to talk to. If you do not have any friends whom you can trust, go talk to a perfect stranger online or call any of the helplines/organisations created to help suicidal people. Killing yourself isn't a solution to anything but to feed your own ego.
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Saturday, December 04, 2010
Lesbians who look like Justin Bieber
Just incase you guys didn't know about this awesome site: http://lesbianswholooklikejustinbieber.tumblr.com/
It's awesome to me not because it's filled with lesbians who look like Justin Bieber-wait- it IS awesome because of that!
Not because I'm a Bieber fan, but because it proves my point that Justin Bieber not only SOUNDS like a girl, (s)he IS A GIRL IN DISGUISE! RAWR!
It's awesome to me not because it's filled with lesbians who look like Justin Bieber-wait- it IS awesome because of that!
Not because I'm a Bieber fan, but because it proves my point that Justin Bieber not only SOUNDS like a girl, (s)he IS A GIRL IN DISGUISE! RAWR!
Wednesday, December 01, 2010
GLEE flash mob in Seattle!
OMG! I wish I can see this in Perth. Perth freeze was fun but it's nothing compared to THIS!
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
of guys & lesbians.
I've noticed that most straight guys, upon hearing the word "lesbian", the only image that pops into their head are 2 girls going down on each other. It excites them and it's almost like every guy's fantasy to have a threesome with 2 other hot girls.
But the moment they see a butch with a girl, they show disgust. Weird. It's still 2 girls together but it creates a totally different reaction. I mean, it's still boobs and pussy x2, but the idea of a girl acting like a guy totally puts them off. It's like you suggested that they get a vasectomy, It's almost as if they're demasculinized.
I once asked my girlfriend (who was straight before she met me) that how would her ex react knowing that she is with a girl now. She said that he would not be able to accept it. It was brought up once as a joke and the guy's reaction was like "I will never accept that you will leave me for a girl. You can't be with another girl."
He DID find out about us and boy did he go crazy. It was rather fun really. Normally I wouldn't be so mean but this guy was a stalker and just couldn't get over her after 6 months. But long story short, he backed off and I'm happy.
Back to topic, his reaction is pretty predictable. I think it has something to do with a guy's ego. The need to be manly and the pride all suffocating their brains (though I believe alot of guys let their dicks do the thinking, I may be biased but let's face it, that's where all the blood goes when they're excited).
But guys still like "lesbians". Only when that means 2 hot girls who are aching for a man. Anything more than that, they freak out.
I believe homophobia is exactly what the word means. Not hate, but FEAR. Fear of not understanding something. It's stupid to hate tomboys just because they act like boys and like girls. It's fear that this girl is EXACTLY like them. Just a different gender. Guys are AFRAID of losing to this GIRL. In fact, I know this guy who can't even call a butch a girl. He calls them "that kind of people" or "not normal people". Such an insult, I know. I'm not friends with him and yes, I hated his guts even before I found out about this. I have knack for knowing a person's personality.
That's my theory, feel free to tell me what you think. While I keep an open mind to criticism, please be aware that any flames or homoPHOBIC comments shall be ignored. Not because I am scared of you, but because I will not dignify your stupidity with an answer.
"Men think that lesbianism is a disease because they think they're the cure" - by unknown.
What guys think when they think lesbians.
But the moment they see a butch with a girl, they show disgust. Weird. It's still 2 girls together but it creates a totally different reaction. I mean, it's still boobs and pussy x2, but the idea of a girl acting like a guy totally puts them off. It's like you suggested that they get a vasectomy, It's almost as if they're demasculinized.
I once asked my girlfriend (who was straight before she met me) that how would her ex react knowing that she is with a girl now. She said that he would not be able to accept it. It was brought up once as a joke and the guy's reaction was like "I will never accept that you will leave me for a girl. You can't be with another girl."
He DID find out about us and boy did he go crazy. It was rather fun really. Normally I wouldn't be so mean but this guy was a stalker and just couldn't get over her after 6 months. But long story short, he backed off and I'm happy.
Back to topic, his reaction is pretty predictable. I think it has something to do with a guy's ego. The need to be manly and the pride all suffocating their brains (though I believe alot of guys let their dicks do the thinking, I may be biased but let's face it, that's where all the blood goes when they're excited).
But guys still like "lesbians". Only when that means 2 hot girls who are aching for a man. Anything more than that, they freak out.
Chris & Nike from Les T
I believe homophobia is exactly what the word means. Not hate, but FEAR. Fear of not understanding something. It's stupid to hate tomboys just because they act like boys and like girls. It's fear that this girl is EXACTLY like them. Just a different gender. Guys are AFRAID of losing to this GIRL. In fact, I know this guy who can't even call a butch a girl. He calls them "that kind of people" or "not normal people". Such an insult, I know. I'm not friends with him and yes, I hated his guts even before I found out about this. I have knack for knowing a person's personality.
That's my theory, feel free to tell me what you think. While I keep an open mind to criticism, please be aware that any flames or homoPHOBIC comments shall be ignored. Not because I am scared of you, but because I will not dignify your stupidity with an answer.
"Men think that lesbianism is a disease because they think they're the cure" - by unknown.
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Sunday, April 18, 2010
i never
I've never truly felt the need to kill until the night before.
If I'm given a second chance, I would not be so calm.
I've heard a saying that goes "Buddha only forgives 3 times."
Since I'm only human, I'll pretend to forgive once. If that bastard shows his dog face in front of me again, I swear I will not only make him regret the fact he was born; I'm going to make him wish he will never be reborn to meet me again.
It's only when you lose everything that you can do anything. She is my everything. Don't try me.
If I'm given a second chance, I would not be so calm.
I've heard a saying that goes "Buddha only forgives 3 times."
Since I'm only human, I'll pretend to forgive once. If that bastard shows his dog face in front of me again, I swear I will not only make him regret the fact he was born; I'm going to make him wish he will never be reborn to meet me again.
It's only when you lose everything that you can do anything. She is my everything. Don't try me.
Monday, April 05, 2010
easter.
A rather short long weekend holiday if you ask me. But it was a breath of relief.
Still contemplating on whether or not I should make a trip back home. I need some rest.
Not even sure if what I'm going through is really that stressful until I am close to breaking down, but hell, it sure feels like the whole world is on my shoulders and my head is about to explode from the pressure.
Maybe a short break will make me feel better. Just some time out, give myself a little breather.
I would love some quiet time to just think, maybe start writing again or even pick up the pencil and my old canvas back home instead of photoshop. Haha...
Too many maybes, too many ifs... It's do or don't. Sometimes, something so simple can make you crazy.
Still contemplating on whether or not I should make a trip back home. I need some rest.
Not even sure if what I'm going through is really that stressful until I am close to breaking down, but hell, it sure feels like the whole world is on my shoulders and my head is about to explode from the pressure.
Maybe a short break will make me feel better. Just some time out, give myself a little breather.
I would love some quiet time to just think, maybe start writing again or even pick up the pencil and my old canvas back home instead of photoshop. Haha...
Too many maybes, too many ifs... It's do or don't. Sometimes, something so simple can make you crazy.
Monday, March 08, 2010
Saturday, March 06, 2010
random insights.
I watch Criminal Minds in hopes of believing that it is all a show, no matter how real and plausible it may seem, that it is all for entertainment and that no real human being can be capable of doing the things they do on screen. Alas I know that humans are indeed capable of that and much worse. And in a morbid way, I am amazed and even admire the minds of these people for their brain is of more potential than mine.
My greatest fear of possibility of being a parent in the future is that I may never be able to provide my child with the life that they deserve. I guess my parents had the same fear. But wait, I think they still are fearing. The sad part is, do I really deserve more? Or less?
My greatest fear of possibility of being a parent in the future is that I may never be able to provide my child with the life that they deserve. I guess my parents had the same fear. But wait, I think they still are fearing. The sad part is, do I really deserve more? Or less?
Friday, March 05, 2010
Why the tiger and not the rabbit?
Random thought of the day:
Tigers are already an endangered species. This is a fact.
Then we have the Asian belief that the reproductive organs (in this case, the tiger's penis) are good as an aphrodisiac (or in other words, Viagra).
Then we have the phrase "humping like rabbits" or "going on like rabbits" or "reproducing like rabbits".
Tigers are fucking endangered... Rabbits are reproducing everyday.
See where I'm getting at now?
Why not the rabbit's penis as the aphrodisiac? It makes much more sense no? It's more widely available and because it's so widely available, it is the supporting fact that rabbits DO indeed reproduce more.
Don't mind me... I'm just being random and weird... splitting headaches since the night before would do that to you.
Oh, it will result in the following picture too:
Pictures from Google. Conversation from my twisted mind.
Tigers are already an endangered species. This is a fact.
Then we have the Asian belief that the reproductive organs (in this case, the tiger's penis) are good as an aphrodisiac (or in other words, Viagra).
Then we have the phrase "humping like rabbits" or "going on like rabbits" or "reproducing like rabbits".
Tigers are fucking endangered... Rabbits are reproducing everyday.
See where I'm getting at now?
Why not the rabbit's penis as the aphrodisiac? It makes much more sense no? It's more widely available and because it's so widely available, it is the supporting fact that rabbits DO indeed reproduce more.
Don't mind me... I'm just being random and weird... splitting headaches since the night before would do that to you.
Oh, it will result in the following picture too:
Click for a clearer view...
Pictures from Google. Conversation from my twisted mind.
Monday, March 01, 2010
The Underwear Story
This is a funny story. To sum up the story basically the GF bought me a pair of underwear. BUT it came with something unwanted...
Have a look:
Again, I'd like to make it clear that the GF did NOT steal anything. The checkout cashier was just too blur to notice there were 2 tags on the 2 pairs of underwear and he/she just removed one. And the GF did not notice the tag, and yes, the alarm did ring out but the security guard did not bother to check as the alarm was ringing out randomly (yes, my friend was there as a witness...).
So, it's just a series of unfortunate events that ended up in this blog post!
The moral of the story is: Check your bloody underwear when you buy them!
p.s. we didn't bring it back to the shop as the GF has thrown out the receipt already...
Have a look:
See that lil black thingy? Uh huh... that's the problem.
My twin was more than happy to help solve the problem...
The picture says it all...
After quite a few whacks with me screaming not to damage the underwear or the bricks in my courtyard...
It finally splits open!
(for once I'm actually glad that things are mainly Made In China these days...)
Just a small lil hole =P
Again, I'd like to make it clear that the GF did NOT steal anything. The checkout cashier was just too blur to notice there were 2 tags on the 2 pairs of underwear and he/she just removed one. And the GF did not notice the tag, and yes, the alarm did ring out but the security guard did not bother to check as the alarm was ringing out randomly (yes, my friend was there as a witness...).
So, it's just a series of unfortunate events that ended up in this blog post!
The moral of the story is: Check your bloody underwear when you buy them!
p.s. we didn't bring it back to the shop as the GF has thrown out the receipt already...
Tuesday, February 02, 2010
Why I'm C.Li.T!!! oh, and April too...
Okay, before any of you think I'm being obscene out there, C.Li.T, stands for Creative Like That.
Yes yes, an idea brought on by boredom and stress at work. We (April and I) are 2 very very creative individuals who are tied down by the constraints of the dollar sign ($$$) thus the lack of usage of our creativity in the areas that really matter XD
That's how LOL-pril came about:
So yea, we should start a copywriting/advertising/randomness company that help people create really really ridiculous and random ideas that actually capture attention.
Seriously, we need the money(except maybe April since she has a high paying job with a certain b-a-n-k).
Yes yes, an idea brought on by boredom and stress at work. We (April and I) are 2 very very creative individuals who are tied down by the constraints of the dollar sign ($$$) thus the lack of usage of our creativity in the areas that really matter XD
That's how LOL-pril came about:
Yes, we were very very bored...
So yea, we should start a copywriting/advertising/randomness company that help people create really really ridiculous and random ideas that actually capture attention.
Seriously, we need the money
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
muse.
Once in a while, I find my lost muse to write. Not too sure if this is good, but I think it is not too bad. Still, readable =)
It's like my finger tips were burning as I brushed against her lightly. Somehow it's as if I am no longer significant once she decides that I am.
She didn't stir nor even acknowledge that I was trying to say a simple goodnight. She doesn't realize how much she affects me with every unintentional gesture.
My brain rationalizes but my heart doesn't. I am but just... just... me.
How many feel the way I do?
Loneliness is an enemy who knows all the secret passages, or rather an old friend who knows when you're in need.
Open your eyes and see the world walk right past you, invisible you feel. Close them and realize, silence is deafening.
Run as you may, hide if you can.
Finding simple reasons is what I live for. The world is complicated enough as it is. All I want is to fall asleep in her arms, hear her chest rise and fall to her breath. I listen, feel, touch and taste. In search of a simple reason to call happiness.
No tears will fall tonight for they will always be a sign of weakness, a part of me that I want to be rid off, and yet the brain persuades me once again: what is happiness without sadness?
If there were no failure in my past, how do I know when I succeed?
If she doesn't hurt me, how can I know if she loves me?
I hurt, therefore she loves.
It's like my finger tips were burning as I brushed against her lightly. Somehow it's as if I am no longer significant once she decides that I am.
She didn't stir nor even acknowledge that I was trying to say a simple goodnight. She doesn't realize how much she affects me with every unintentional gesture.
My brain rationalizes but my heart doesn't. I am but just... just... me.
How many feel the way I do?
Loneliness is an enemy who knows all the secret passages, or rather an old friend who knows when you're in need.
Open your eyes and see the world walk right past you, invisible you feel. Close them and realize, silence is deafening.
Run as you may, hide if you can.
Finding simple reasons is what I live for. The world is complicated enough as it is. All I want is to fall asleep in her arms, hear her chest rise and fall to her breath. I listen, feel, touch and taste. In search of a simple reason to call happiness.
No tears will fall tonight for they will always be a sign of weakness, a part of me that I want to be rid off, and yet the brain persuades me once again: what is happiness without sadness?
If there were no failure in my past, how do I know when I succeed?
If she doesn't hurt me, how can I know if she loves me?
I hurt, therefore she loves.
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