9 out of 10 sluts suffer from a Cluster B Personality Disorder.

    If you can learn to recognize Cluster B traits, you can avoid them (suggested) or, if you're disciplined enough, use them for sex.

    Here's how to identify certain types of these sluts:

    The Borderline Personality Disorder slut will have lots of male friends, a few (3 or 4 ) male friends she considers to be close friends, but these "close" friends will be friendzoned co-dependent types. The Borderline slut will have a boyfriend or ex-boyfriend she considers the primary relationship in her life, but it will always be a rocky relationship. He will most likely be depressed. She will make you feel like you're the king of the world when she first meets you, but this will only last a short period of time before she begins to devalue you. You have a month or 2 to fuck her good until this happens. DO NOT become one of her few male friends waiting for her to fall in love with you, that will NEVER happen because she hates herself too much to allow real intimacy in her life.

    The Histrionic Personality Disorder slut will be lively and charismatic, and like the Borderline slut, she will have lots of mostly male friends. But unlike the Borderline slut, she may have a few lesser attractive female friends. She will flirt, touch, and make you feel like you're the hottest thing around. She is after your attention, and only your attention. The trick to fucking her is to not seem as if you have surrendered to her charms. The more apathetic you are towards her, the more she wants you. The minute she thinks she's won you over, she will consider you less than dirt. Never tell her you love her unless you want the relationship (I use that term loosely, they will never have a real relationship) to be over.

    The Narcissist slut will seem interested in you, mirror all of your interests, and paint herself out to be everything you want in a woman. For example, if you tell her you're into a certain genre of music, she will quickly study that genre and become master at it in her own mind. Narcissist sluts love becoming getting interested in specific genres because it makes them feel superior. They need to feel better than you at knowing certain things. The minute you claim to know more, she begins resenting you and pushing you away. Like the Histrionic and Borderline sluts, the Narcissist slut wants your attention and will inevitably devalue you and cut you off for no reason. But unlike the Borderline and Histrionic sluts, they don't care if you leave first. They're narcissist and will not usually fault themselves in any way.

    Don't try to figure out whether a slut is Borderline, Histrionic, or Narcissistic. The truth is these disorders often intertwine and it becomes difficult to know which disorder dominates. If you do come across these women, and you will, the best course of action is to run like hell. But if you want to use them for sex, the best way to go about this is hit-and-run. Be perfect when you talk to them, and then disappear for a few days. If you can do this a few time, she will almost always throw the pussy at you. But if you start developing feelings and start figuring out her motives, you're fucked and have months of heartache coming your way. The Cluster B has zero empathy (they fake it well) and are master manipulators. Don't play their game, you will always lose.

yea i know with that title i wrote there.

i know, it has been months since my last post in this blog of mine. facebook and ym, msn and such are getting better day by day compared to myspace.
however, i will still not neglect this myspace blog too much..

and,
forgive the interruption from your daily activities. i do understand we all have our own assignments and things to do, and i presume some of you are doing them as i speak.
spare a minute or two, if you don't mind, for the toast may be for you.

oh and, feel free to tell yourself, others, anyone whom you see fit for this.. well.. not-so-joyous ceremony.


this is a tribute to the nice guys. the nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bithcing about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point.

this is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restraint themselves to tentative hugs that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support.

It was the mailman's last day on the job after 35 years of carrying the mail through all kinds of weather to the same neighborhood.

When he arrived at the first house on his route he was greeted by the whole family there, who congratulated him and sent him on his way with a big gift envelope.

At the second house they presented him with a box of fine cigars.

The folks at the third house handed him a selection of terrific fishing lures.

At the fourth house he was met at the door by a strikingly beautiful woman in a revealing negligee.

She took him by the hand, gently led him through the door, and led him up the stairs to the bedroom where she blew his mind with the most passionate love he had ever experienced.

When he had had enough they went downstairs, where she fixed him a giant breakfast, eggs, potatoes, ham, sausage, blueberry waffles, and fresh squeezed orange juice.

When he was truly satisfied she poured him a cup of steaming coffee.

As she was pouring, he noticed a dollar bill sticking out from under the cup's bottom edge. "All this was just too wonderful for words," he said, "but what's the dollar for?"

"Well," she said, "last night, I told my husband that today would be your last day, and that we should do something special for you. I asked him what to give you."

He said, "fuck him, give him a dollar."

The lady then said, "The breakfast was my idea."

sage francis, one of the biggest names in the underground hip hop scene, is back-.. ok he was never gone so 'back' isnt really the correct term.. let's just say produced, another track.
yea judging by his journalist background and all his political satire-ish tracks, you can really guess what his next song will sound like.

here it is, Conspiracy to Riot.





for sure the video is not the official one, but one of my fav man.. i mean, seriously, everything fits perfektlyyy..

haha..

i noticed how less expressive my blogs are lately. maybe its the fact that all that hot air and steam is out already, and nothing to express so much about anymore.
last time i checked, i got families, n friends, family, n more friends, n family.. u got the idea right.
haha.

anyway, this song doesnt have a lot of difference than the last track, Makeshift Patriot.





his songs are some of the inspirations i put into my next project which is the Freedom of Speech.
still thinking about the track's name though, sounds too 'cheesy' i guess.


Freedom of Speech
Freedom of Expression
Liberty of Expressi-

@_@

ok ok cut that bullshit i'll just think about it laterrr..

currently im at my aunt's place, good thing i brought 3 of my tees along. i never knew i would be washing them that frequently
n everything's going well, though assignments are piling up like your hotmail's junkmail.
but too bad theyre not spams you can just delete. it keeps coming n coming, n you have to love it tenderly like your own baby, then hand it over to someone who doesnt even give a shit about how you had cared for it but only how it looks like.
its almost like being pregnant for 9 months, and when you gave birth, your husband just says "Oh my fucking god that baby is ugly. go and pregnant again, i want a better baby"
yea just like that, srsly man.
@_@

but well, all for the sake of grades and future, nothing will be lost (except for sweats, money, time, energy, thoughts, designs, and some other useless things) and you'll still be barely alive the next day to eat and drink and play futsal.
FUTSAL! YAY!

oh n my friends got their own soccer team. ^_^ im supposed to be building a blog for them.
pfft.. as if..
hahaha..
ok ok joking. its an honor to build a blog for them, i mean theyre my friends, my housemates n classmates n all.
i'll do my best to make on, after i get to know everyone of them.
theme, black and green~.


ooo yeah~. 2 of some of my favorite colors..
just like that Sony Ericsson S500 phones. green n black, sexy. haha.

man im batshit tired now.
just got home from this housewarming dinner of an uncle of mine. his house is huge.
3 storeys, but only a room downstairs, 2 rooms on the 2nd floor and another room on top floor.
the decoration and arrangement is nice, love the stones and tiles outside. with wood accents n all.
cant really explain in detail because i dont know a lot about interior or exterior decoration.
but it was nice, moreover they did it themselves.
all the trees and tiles and colored stones were all handmade by them.

but before that we already went out, to this place i dont know what.
got myself a new tailored baju melayu..
ate sate kajang.
hm hm.
jalan2, my favorite past time.
aside from breathing, and fighting swarms of starscream descendants.
love my family, lol.

"Hold the person that you love closely if they're next to you
The one you love, not the person that'll simply have sex with you
Appreciate them to the fullest extent, and then beyond
'Cause you never really know what you got, until it's gone"

oh ok ok, aside from all that, in serious note.
im joining my college's DJ club. no not the turntable dj, but radio dj.
i'll be in an english slot, dont know yet when my slot will be, but the concept that im having in my mind is something like undergound hip hop thingy. but dont worry, other songs doesnt matter rock or ballad, pop, i'll throw some of them in between.
but the focus will be on hip hop.

so what i want u guys to do is to contact me if u guys ever have any friends or relatives or anyone u know who needs a little exposure (take note that this is just a college thing, i dont know if there are people from outside listening to our online radio) to contact me or something.
i have in mind local and singaporean cats. mainly the rogue squad guys, and the xs.

i just hope i wont screw up, i've never in my life ever been a dj. hell never, never was, but i will be.
lololol.
hm hm, i should be gathering materials for the music and topics.
and topics, hehe. haha.
i'll just look back through my blogs, i'll find something to cook up.
guarantee. hahaha.
and they also need each dj to have their own dj name and tagline... which is for me a little bit gay.. but i dont mind. i'll have something like Thane, and the tagline is Rawr!! or something... considering that is really me, and my real life tagline, i will use taht.
maybe. kot. tak tau la, tengok dulu cmana.

gila, haha.. crazy la like this. got no experience whatsoever then suddenly jump into this field.

but its cool, its all good, will make my way around. i'll think of something fast n all.
try to be random as possible.
and a friend of mine told me that audiences can make phonecalls for requests or anything, but that was back then. dont know about now.
they should still be able, where's the fun in talking alone with yourself n pretend there are listeners right?> hahaha.

hm...
what else...
damn.. im lost of words. what's wrong? cat got your tongue? hahaha.

em.
so i saw it today.
just now, i dont know when it happened, but im guessing today.
farah n i had a long talk about this a few days ago, i still lack the courage and strength to walk away should the spark comes back.
should whatever had happened earlier, happens again. starts again. i admit, i will never ever have the courage to stop it from moving.
and the momentum will keep on moving, n moving, till it comes to the point that it cannot stop easily. dont know what else to do, i should be less submissive, and have more self control.
too bad i have everything but self control when the element is around.

im feeling more angry than neither sad nor heartbroken right now. and the way i feel like i've been used surpasses every other heavy thoughts and feelings i had ever felt, in my whole short 20 years of life.
the way i was abandoned after what had i had done, and every time i had spent, and all the words and thoughts poured out right from my shallow heart and soul, is just too horrific to be denied and comforted.

but the saddest chapter that will surely come after all these words is that, i will pretend to forgive, i will pretend to forget, and i will pretend that the poison is actually my medicine.

farah n i had a chat. i told her everything i have in mind and heart. it lightened my head up a bit.
she's always there to comfort me when i have all these heavy thoughts rushing in my mind, and i will always be grateful for that to her.
and if i need the extra courage and strength to explain all these aftermath to the cause, she'll be there backing as a moral support.

i can only take so much, and i dont know what i had done in the past life nor any of your beliefs, karma or judgment or punishment or all those things... i just dont have the assurance of how this can ever be on par of any of my wrongdoings.
if this is a test then please lord, i am not this strong to fight against the current.
and if i go with the flow, i cant turn back as fast as i can 4 years ago.

enough.. i had enough.


i am weakest in front of those eyes.
but they lift me at the top of the world.


meow2.



-end-

its almost 5 now and my body refuses to sleep some more.
i was sleeping and it feels as if i had slept for mroe than 12 hours, despite the fact that i had just slept since around 12am or something.

but its cool, and i do feel the urge to eat or something.

this is now 3 weeks into the new trimester. so far so good. some assignments are already here for doing, and im doing good myself.
its not that bad if you take your time to learn how to manage your time. if you learn to manage your time, time will manage you up perfectly.

it had been, what, 2 weeks since my last blog? well, no surprise, im getting lazy myself. haha.
and everyday is pretty much the repetition of the days before and before. though there are variations and some differences, well, thats how life is i guess.

so okay, im thnking about writing a book.
no not like a story book or a mag or something. but a 'book' book. like a novel. a 500 page novel or something and revolves around a kind of topic or theme something like sci fi, with connections with the past or the ancient times' legends and pharaohs, and greecian gods and those shits. and there will be massive epic plots and twists so that the simple minded will never learn how to understand the novel itself.

but the problem is, i've never read any novels before. LOL!
hahaha. yea i know this is a very stupid thing. i dont really read novels because it takes time, the story is windy and long and shit.
but what i do love about a novel is how the write describes the setting and events in such detail that you can almost imagine what the writer is trying to tell you.
the only limit for novels is your imagination.

i've bookmarked several sites regarding how to write a book, and most of them do know what theyre talking about. i hope i can think of something good. and soon.

other than that, i got this new project, Freedom of Speech. still in draft form, and just finished the opening of that. something malays or arabs say 'muqaddimah'.
freedom of speech by essence discusses about how freedom of speech does not grant you the freedom to offend. and the right applies to everyone, whether you like it or not.
im struggling to get it to sound intelligent and avoid from sounding too 'wannabe'-ish and noob. but i dont know whether it is a good idea to write something like this.
i mean, by nature, i am passive. and in the presence of a medium; say the phone's sms, or message boards/forums, i'll be able to speak my mind fluently as if you're just asking me about the time.
it sucks tho knowing that you'll only have the balls to spill your guts in the presence of a medium. face to face, sometimes i avoid eye contacts with some of these people - people i dont like, my parents, someone i have a crush with, when discussing on something i have a disagreement and whatnot.

but yea i know, that is me by nature, and im trying my hardest to change my nature little by little.
annoying much when you need to constantly remind yourself "stop wandering your eyes and do eye contact," "just say you disagree and let them know what is better," "shit you just want to go to the toilet, get up and walk,"
maybe im just lazy, or maybe i dont know much about people skills. i have great friends however, who find me interesting.
and new people around me think that i am friendly and flexible.
i'll relate all that in my track, one way or another.

well, other than that, not much to talk about.

oh and, i went out yesterday. to bb area.
yyyeap, on a saturday.
damn, it was crowded. and i.. em..


okay, i am an old school guy. call me backwards, call me not cool or anything you want to call me.
but the people there, the kids there, they are weirrddd.. i mean, yea i know there are social problems out there, but hell i never knew it was that bad!
i mean come on, dyed hair, spiked and shit, being in gangs and shuffling to nothing?.
strength in numbers is their number 1 priority or what?.
that was such a shock for me, srsly.

too bad i didnt take any pictures. but they were monkeys. it was as if there was a massive humanoid monkey rally there.
damn i feel like some 50 year old grandads commenting on their grandchildren's metallica tee.
but seriously, what the fuck. i mean, there were tourists there. and the kids look like some bum schmuck with no life.

they look like homeless people, and prefer to be homeless rather than staying at home.
wat the fuck were you guys doing sitting around doing nothing there?. it was like, idk, it was bad.

definitions of cool differs from a person to another.
but i've never, ever, thought it would be worlds apart.



what the fuck were they doing there.. @_@


meow2


-end-

What do you get when you cross Jesse James, Robin Hood, and Jack Bauer in the body of a giant, bearded, bald Greek man?
Meet Vassilis Paleokostas:


This crazy, utterly fearless dude is public enemy number one in Greece, and probably one of the most badass motherfuckers to come from the country since the days of our friend Leonidas.

Vassilis' story starts back in the early 90s, when he went on an insane crime spree of delicious armed robbery, blackmail, extortion, and kidnapping. Basically, his modus operandi was to kidnap a super-rich bastard, hold him for a ridiculous ransom, and then sell him back to his stupid family in exchange for giant piles of cold, hard cash. Then, he'd take that bling, keep a small percentage of it for himself, and distribute the rest of his newly-acquired wealth to impoverished farmers of the tiny rural province in which he grew up. The dude quickly made a name for himself as the Robin Hood of Greece, and was beloved by fans of badassery, the people of the lower classes, and pretty much anybody else he wasn't in the process of robbing or extorting for money. Shit, even the fucking people he kidnapped came out later and said that he was very polite and respectful to them while they were in captivity, and that it was pretty much the most pleasant kidnapping they'd ever experienced. That should give you some indication of what this dude was all about – steal from the rich, give to the poor, make a profit in the process, and be completely awesome all of the goddamned time. He also made a vow never to harm a member of the public in his criminal escapades. He's been true to his word.

In true badass fashion, Vassilis Paleokostas also has a trusty sidekick – a lunatic Albanian named Alket Rizai. Rizai is like the Friar Tuck in this story, only if instead of being a benevolent, staff-swinging priest, the clergyman was a crazy gunman with a hair-trigger and a penchant for firing automatic weapons at heavily-armed tactical police officers. Rizai is currently up on charges for murder, though I haven't really been able to track down any details about any of that (that's the problem with trying to research current events, I suppose). My assumption is that he was being attacked by some evil corrupt officers sent by the Sherriff of Nottingham and responded by burning a full clip of Uzi ammunition into them, jumping through a plate glass window, rescuing a damsel in distress, and swinging off on a chandelier with a hot babe clinging to his rippling biceps. According to a Greek friend of mine, this guy once blew up a known Mafia hangout by shooting it with a fucking rocket launcher.

Of course, the downside to being a career criminal – even a happy-go-lucky one who commits non-violent crimes in the name of the oppressed populace – is that eventually the long arm of the law is going to bitchslap you in the fucking face really really hard. In 1995, Vassilis Paleokostas was caught by the fuzz, convicted of kidnapping, robbery, and weapons charges, and hauled off to a federal pound-me-in-the-ass penitentiary known as Korydallos Prison.




Now over the years, Korydallos Prison has gained a reputation as being one of the harshest and most brutal prisons in Greece. This place is like a mix between Andersonville, Oz, and that stupid plastic box they keep Magneto inside in the X-Men movies. The warden is a hardass son-of-a-b****, the guards don't give a shit, and people that go inside the facility never come out.

Except Vassilis Paleokostas.

In June 2006, Paleokostas' older brother (another pathological criminal who is now serving jail time on 16 counts of armed robbery) commandeered a helicopter, and landed it right in the middle of the fucking exercise yard of the prison in broad daylight. The armed guards at Korydallos, not expecting to be subjected to such an unbelievable display of gigantic steel-plated testicles, assumed that this chopper belonged to the warden or the Chief of Prisons or something, and instead of investigating it they all decided to make sure their shoes were appropriately spit-shined so as not to incur a citation from their wrathful bosses. Vassilis (who had orchestrated the entire operation from the beginning) and his Albanian buddy simply walked up to the helicopter, hopped inside, and lifted off. By the time the guards got their heads out of their asses and started firing their guns at the bird, it was already too late. Paleokostas had escaped.

So the Greek police put out an all-points bulletin, and a nation-wide manhunt began for the Greek Robin Hood. Officers, dogs, and federal agents scoured the countryside for this fugitive day and night, relentlessly following leads and doing everything in their power to bring this wanted criminal to justice.

Paleokostas evaded them for two and a half years. He lived in the mountains outside Athens, evaded all attempts to recapture him, and even orchestrated another high-profile kidnapping in the process – snatching a powerful jackass CEO industrialist, ransoming him for a huge wad of cash, and once again distributing the loot to local farmers and families. There are also rumors that he planned and executed another kidnapping while he was still incarcerated, which is bonus points no matter how you look at it.

In August 2008, Paleokostas was tracked down and re-captured by the Greek police. He was placed in a different maximum security facility, where he was held for another six months, awaiting trial for his brazen escape in 2006. On 21 February 2009, Vassilis Paleokostas was transferred back to his old home – Korydallos Prison. His trial was to begin on the 23rd, and he was to stay in his former holding area while he stood trial for this crime.

But he never made it to trial. The very next day, 22 February, ANOTHER FUCKING HELICOPTER showed up in the skies above Korydallos Prison. It flew over a large tower of the prison, lowered a long rope ladder, and Vassilis Paleokostas and Alket Rizai climbed up into the chopper. As the helicopter flew off into the sunset, the prisoners of Korydallos cheered.




Greek police opened fire on the chopper as it flew off, but a woman returned fire with an AK-47 assault rifle. Now having hot Greek babes with automatic weapons come save your ass from prison isn't the sort of thing that happens to normal people every day, but that's just how things work out for you when you're a badass like Vassilis Paleokostas.

The police eventually tracked down the helicopter, and found that it had ditched on the side of the road outside Athens with a bullet hole in the gas tank. According to the pilot, Paleokostas and his associates left the chopper and drove off on totally sweet motorcycles to an undisclosed location. They also popped some totally bitchin' wheelies while doing so.

Vassilis not only earned his freedom for the second time, and once again showed the world that his ballsack is roughly the size of a small continent, but he also got some sweet delicious revenge on the motherfuckers in charge of the Greek prison system at the same time. For allowing the same guy to escape the same prison in the same manner twice in a row, the Greek government fired the country's Chief of Prisons, the Inspector-General of Prisons, the warden of Korydallos, and three guards at the facility. They all learned what it means to step to somebody as awesome as the Greek Robin Hood.

Vassilis Paleokostas is fully rad because he kicked ass, won the respect of the people, said "fuck you" to the police, and managed to single-handedly place the country's three top-ranking prison officials in the back of the unemployment line.

He is still at large.

it was a hot afternoon, and i was sweating to my balls.
my hoodie was hanging on my bag strap, dangling, hanging freely unworn.
the cg test was almost a success, and i did say almost.

Name 3 other vector file formats other than Illustrator file, and give it's full name:
1: .pdf
2: .bmp
3: mudkipz

it was an almost success. almost
everyone was discussing, masking their dissappointment with fake smiles, and fake laughters, convincing everyone else how easy was the test.
perhaps those were real. perhaps those were true.
i dont know, im no psychic.

i made my way through the familiar faces, the familiar smiles and the familiar phrases by the familiar people.
only they dont seem quite familiar anymore.
a wandering mind, alienating everything, changing it's perceptions of the things it once thought real and true.

"This lethargic body needs to rest."

smiles and nods, conversing in languages, deciphering every phrase and processing the information.
taking things into consideration, for the next move. a chess piece nudged by shaky hands, as precise, as just.

colors are now monochrome, and monocromatics are better off left untouched.

"Tonight there is a futsal"

"Today there is Alamanda"

tomorrow is just an imagination.
more than visualizations, they float in the space for the mathematical equations to roam. cluttering the room for thinking.

shisha makes turns me into a poet.
i'll get back to normal phrases.



so we all talked n everything, discussing about the test. it was almost hard, because i didnt study well about it.
hahahha.
yea i did read about the notes online. surprisingly, most of the things i've read, u know, i can recall them. and i can recall them accurately.
except for that vector graphics thingy up there. haha.

mudkipz.. who doesnt like mudkipz?

time now is 2, and we will be going to alamanda around 2.30
i had to fetch my laundry, was there since tuesday. im lazy at picking them up, and sending them there.
im just lazy and not that eager to look at some old pair of clothes and undies.
lol.

long story short, i was late for the trip, and they had to leave early. nothing to worry about,
and i had my lunch, it was a good one.

hossein called me for my lateness, i told him how im going to be late, and they should leave first.
that was by far the best decision i had made for today.
it was brilliant. and it was good.

the bus was almost late. my music lets the time pass faster.
its like a time machine, teleporting me back n forth through time. regulating it's phase via good and bad songs. some speeds up time, while some slows down.
its all in my mind, dont worry, you wont get it anyway. haha.

but anyway, the bus, stops, at putrajaya central. n from there, another bus to alamanda.

and when i step into the 2nd bus, my heart stopped.
..













there was an angelic figure sitting on a seat at the mid section of the bus.
alone, on that twin seat, but on the seat further from the window.

she was gorgeous, and she was poised.
her purple veil shrouds her beauty, and those gorgeous.. god.. those gorgeous brown eyes are like deep ponds of murky water. depthless, bottomless, deep.

my coin slipped off my finger, missed the coin slot, and onto fell on the floor. 3 pieces of 10cents, and a piece of 20cent.


she saw


and she giggled.

it was heavenly.
i stuttered while picking them back up. stealing a glance or 2 at her. it was already off her mind, and she was looking outside, and at her watch.

the line behind me was short, and i got my ticket.

i stepped forth towards the seats, and stole another glance at her.
subconsciously smiling, hoping for another electric moment.
she looked at me with an empty look, a face by a stranger to a stranger.
that was all i needed.

i sat down, 2 rows behind, and a seat offset the other column, and cannot stop taking my eyes off her.
as more passangers enter, she moved to the seat beside her.

curteous. kind.
a man, possibly a tourist, sat beside her, facing away to talk and take pictures with his friends.
she just sat there, looking out the window.

the journey felt like an eternity, and all the other passangers are nonexistent.
there were just 2 seats occupied in my eyes. the driver, and her. i am not even in that bus anymore.
im somewhere in nirvana.

it reached a stop, and she got up.

i got nervous.

"no no no dont get off. please please god no"

she walked to the back, and glanced at most of the people she can see, including me. with that same empty look.
it was enough.

my body was stiff, as i watch her exit the bus.

the doors closed.

the bus moves.

i stared out the window again.


was it by chance.
i had to take my laundry, today
we went for lunch at mak teh with topan's car. today
i met dan there with his brother. today
longs lunch, chats. today
went back home, changed, today
walked to the bus stop, and missed the immediate bus. today
waited for the other bus to come. today
and riding that one bus at putrajaya central. today

everything was, by chance, is a million to one.

god had arranged all this for me, just me and me alone.
life had a plan for me.


i should've said 'hi'

meow2


-end-

i need a phone. really badly man.
i mean, yea, now im using my phone, an iMobile S200.

its a simple phone with simple features. bought it at around RM220 or something. its kinda awesome, but its just a phone. thats it.

i want something, u know, more and more. like internet, and wifi. touchscreen with a qwerty keypad.

i've been scouting for a phone for a long time already. and found a lot of choices. but most of them are out of my budget range.

still need time to think about which one to buy.
and thinking about saving money for it.
hm.

well, the problem is that, my old phone the dopod 838 pro... its broken. and you can read the problem logs here
in case you were wondering which one is me, im penmarker. yep, thanks for being a captain obvious.

so, yeah, my phone is pretty much screwed, and beyond repair. repair will be slightly over the price of a new one i guess.
and even if its not, the store owner will slaughter me with a price fit for a lamborghini oil change.
but thats not the point here.

im looking for a phone, well built and is fit for me.
something savvy,
something chic,
something techno,
something.. something awesome.

its just that the price for such awesomeness is high. and i maybe need to sell my butt forking out money for it.
hell no man.. @_@

i'll just round up the phones i think is suitable depending on the characteristics i want it to have.


so, first up is the Nokia N97.
let me poison u guys with the orgasmic view of this phone.. the marvel of engineering.











yess.... drool.. hahahahahhaha
HAHAHAHHA

the opening price is expected to be RM3900+ (converted from UK$.. but the price will be higher. u know, with the taxes, n profit margins, n shit)

touchscreen, and qwerty keypad. wifi for internet on the go.
and battery life?. well, i dont know.
but the price is really really high. i'll reconsider about selling my ass.

here are some videos that i found for it..
really really orgasmic





hohohoho... i feel like CRYING! its so BEAUTIFUL!


okay, next up is a quite-old phone which is the HTC TyTN II or the HTC Kaiser.





when it was first released, it was RM2900+ something. but now the price had subsided.
with the same capabilities with n97, but lower specs. medium speed processor and ram, just ok ok.
but its better than the dopod 838 pro. im quite satisfied with the dopod, so i guess this phone will be oh high expectations.


third runner up for my choice is the HTC Touch Pro.
yea i placed 2 HTC phones here.
hey, they make good phones u know, and they have touchscreen, qwerty and wifi.
sliding sideways.
nicee... sweet.







this phone is just sweet man. i got a friend who uses this phone. and she is quite satisfied with it.
but she got her spacebar button broken into 2. so extra pressure is needed for pressing space.
but aside from that, and the normal hangs in windows mobile os, this device is okay.
im thinking about this too. still trying to figure out where will i fork out the money for any of these babies.


okay, cant forget the new phone, Sony Ericsson Xperia or the SE X1. sexii for short. mmmm~







just like the N97, im getting orgasms by just looking at it.. shiet it looks so awesome
and and so sleek.. and shit.

theres this guy selling a used phone for RM1.9k, this phone. and the selling price is at 2.9k something.
that used phone is just a few months old. no obvious scratches. its like, new n shit.
damn i want this phone.
its just one of the pure awesomeness that is a phone.
wifi, touchscreen, qwerty keypad, windows mobile,
bla bla bla.

ooh.. im cumming again..


*phew*
next is Google G1. but dont think i can get this though.
meh, just put this for fuck's sake. and keeping the ball rolling.







yheah.. hehe..
this is one of the devices that is propelling us to web 2.0 world. where your life is a part of the internet.
and where you life is your connection, this baby does everything for you.
when you update your phonebook, it hooks up to your gmail account, and updates your gmail contact lists.

but make sure you are on unlimited internet package for your telco line. it goes online whenever it needs, and your bills will skyrocket.
using the android os, its really something in the class of its own. so you cant really compare it with other phones.
or pdas.
its just, 'different'



and the last contestant for today is the Nokia E75,
it doesnt have a touchscreen, but its built for emailing. meaning i can still do whatever i want to do but without the ability to touch the screen to make any changes.
and that pretty much sucks.
BUT! for the sake of keeping the ball rolling, i'll just put it here also.











good enough that it has wifi. im thinking about getting this if all the other choices fail me.
but considering the date of launch, i think the price will surpass TyTN II's price.

hm.. hm..

what to do.


where to find money.
i need money, and i need it fast.

oh, and heres a useless video of the E75



i hope you enjoyed that short but useless video, as i did too.
in fact, i enjoyed so much that i cummed on his face on my monitor. and the screen is all sticky and shit.
loved the accent, and his face is so damn cute.


fuck you man, burn in hell.

hm, still thinking. dont know yet.
i mean, i get the views from the updates u guyes get from the friends updates thingy in your pages.
but if i migrate to blogspot, u guys wont get that notification. so, yeah.

still thinking.

one more thing is that, there were times when myspace gayed.
its like, it freaking hung, in the middle of loading the next page. and what i've written (bear in mind that i sometimes write 2-3 pages worth of wall of words) gets lost in the transition. and being the stupid blog input thingy this is, it cannot show back what you've written previously.

it just gets lost in cyberworld. and i can never get them back. no trace, nothing.

but blogger autosaves the drafts, and you can get back to what you were writing. thats cool.
and convenient.
plus they serve your pictures. no need to upload them somewhere and copy the links and html code n shit. just upload n place.
its very convenient.


but to chase that, i will lose view counts. and i know you guys are fucking lazy. i know, me too.
hahah.

to be honest, i dont really read my friends' blogs. i just flick through their posts and reads some interesting paragraphs or phrases or something like 'chicks' or 'party' or maybe 'hang out' or shit.
u know those keywords. hehhehe.. u know what im talking about man.

lololol.

so yea..
@_@
still thinking..


aaaaanyway, i was out, damn it was fun.
there was me, romeo, adil, mahmood and salem.
who could've known, someone from indonesia, migrated to the arabian lands, coming here to study, and being in the same class as me, is connected with me somehow.

yea im batshit serious man.
im talking about mahmood bawean.

not the black guy of course. man what were you thinking?.

his last name, 'bawean', represents the island he is from. the same island where my dad's lineage is from.

that island is very small. like, 15km in diameter?.




batshit small, but their community is all over the world. the arabian lands, singapore, malaysia, japan, taiwan, hongkong, shit all over the world.
and there is a saying in bawean, 'if you never leave bawean island all your life, then you're not a real baweanese'.

lol, seems that saying is correct.
my dad himself had left bawean for a long long time. there are a lot other baweanese in malaysia. some in penang, melaka, kl area, ampang mostly, selangor. a lot.

oh right, back to the topic..
so i was out with them guys, and we went bowling. lol. so awesome.
and went for doughnuts. krispy kreme.
we had fun n shit n all hahaha!!

went to salem's place. he got this i mac. damn i am jealous of him.

meow2


-end-

today, is the last day of our assignments.

design fundamentals, the wall painting, its done!
it is perfect! hahah! yheah! i feel like crying!!


starting with taping it with masking tape.. tiring.. damn tiring.
and waste money! seriously it was, blerh.

yesterday wasted like, RM22 on the tapes alone. yes.
not to mention some were stolen by them guys. hahah!
but its okay, i mean, we look better than theirs.

eat that man! hahaha!



lol, me taping it some more..
later just roll on the paint, and peel

this is the historic moment, all was about to be revealed this time.



turns out great. loved it every inch.




hahah.. loved my teammates. everyone was awesome.
i'll introduce u guys to them


hilman, one of the most creative guys in my class. his drawings are superb.
mecha freak. can draw a detailed one in few minutes. damn good. jealous of his ability.
crazy guy.
wears glasses, and if he doesnt, he cant even detect patches on a wall paint. @_@
so next time, i'll ask him to wear his glasses when he paint


mona. the hot persian girl.
hahah. rawr!
she's almost as tall as me. minus 4-5cm. but she talks with a very soft tone.
very helpful and always eager to help throughout the project.
she works part time though, so sometimes she cant make it to the wall to paint.
but her last minute help was greatly appreciated and needed.
she calculated the strips for the lines at the left hand side. u know, those lines that get thinner towards the outside.
the only girl in our group.. heheh.
1 is all we need.


danny liem, from indonesia.
his drawing is also superb. but very very humble
he compliments my drawing. hahah. though i draw like.. u know.. a little bit better than a pile of shit dragged over a canvas by schools of fish thrown out from the sea under the sun for minutes.
he was the brainchild for the design. but later was given to me for refining and scaling.
i can do stuff if you have some sense of solid proportion/scaling/measurement. haha. but creating something out of nothing, and making it look hand made, meh, not really what i do best.
his idea to create that illusion of space from the lines.


dan.
just like hilman, draws awesome. his character designs are phenomenal, and he had created a 3d short video.
dont know where though. but he did.
the muscle in our group. great help.
hahah.


well, okay.. this guy..
his name is nurasyid. and i dont have a picture of him.
neither does everyone else.
he wears that cap everyday, everytime. and doesnt talk much. pretty much passive and sits in front of his laptop until someone tells him what to do.
but when he starts doing it, he'll keep on doing it until someone tell him to do something else.
lol.
doesnt have a hand for painting the wall though.
but still a great help for the group.



yeah, thats it.
so, now u guys know the ZimbaWajah group.
yea it sounds weird. fusion from 2 languages. zimba in iranian means beautiful or pretty while wajah in malay means face.
so, pretty face. or something.. u know.
hhahaha..

fuckin cheesy, but i like it. its so relevant.


meh..
i woke up today at like, 7something?.
yea, around that. slept at 5-6am earlier today. then woke up at 12, went to present our wall.
we were the last group to present. thanks to me, i made everyone wait.
and seriously i was nervous while walking to class.
brought my shirt along, to look a little professional or something. had my hair cream on.
and..
.
...
.....
i forgot to wear shoes.
yea i was wearing that shirt with flip flops. @_@

actually i wore a tee, and the shirt on top.

while in the elevator, i hurried putting on the shirt, and went in.
*nervous*

eh.. theyre all smiling..

at our wall, the group members were lining up in front, just like models, posing to the camera.
and che mat was smiling to his ears.

whah!!!
awesome!!
he is one damn hard to be pleased guy, and he was smiling!!
and didnt even mind how late i was! hahah.
and they were all smiling, i went in and apologized and everything.

they started asking questions, and i began to play with everything i touch.
my pocket, my phone in my pocket, that loose button on my shirt.


..
...
....
wait, i got no loose button on my shirt..
*looks*
oh..
hahah..

i accidentally skipped a button while buttoning the shirt, and its tilted and one button is skipped.
hahah..
but no one noticed.

they asked me, as the leader, dont ask why they just elected me as leader. im a bad leader. bad bad bad.
if you find me, dont elect me as leader.
dont dont.

they asked me how was the team. of course it was great. loved everyone. everyone contributed.
and they were surprised mona was in the group. as she was the only girl, plus persian, in our group.
we were all tight and cool, so it was awesome.

che mat asked about the art piece we painted.
how do we like it.
told him we liked everything, except for the paints seeping in underneath the masking tape.
he was pleased. hahah.

he said we got the eye for details.

other than that, he asked some more, about the pillars.
we told him theyre blank, because we wanted to frame the wall.
see?. theyre both white on the surface, but black on the inside surface.


che mat was very pleased. and surprised. just like, 24 hours ago, he stood at the very same place he was smiling now, and was telling us 'u guys are slow' with a not-so-satisfied face.
and suddenly he came today, it was done. not only it was done, it was done very very well.
all the small details like the wall power point, the measurements for the strips, the design, even paint coating.
he loved it so much that i cant even believe what is happening..

when all was done, dan, hilman n me went for lunch. and the rest is history.


well, rewind back to a few hours before completion, before i went home at 5 from painting at the studio, before everything was done.


it was yesterday, wednesday. the due date for our journal. the media appreciation journal.
i am almost done with it. not much to do anymore. just the final week's task.
the night before, we were at the studio, still painting the wall, and went home late.
everyone had promised to go there early, including me.
well, especially me actually.

as the group leader, i took the resposibility of going there the earliest, and doing the job while everyone else comes, no matter how late.
that night, i fell asleep..

yes, i did.. instead of finishing the journal, i feel asleep, and did nothing.
nothing at all.
waking up that morning, at 8something, it was too late.
i had to keep my promise.

the bath was quick but just enough, sprayed cologne, wore my clothes, and went for studio.
in my mind, was my journal, and the early there promise.

adil was there, he was alone. well, not really alone. his group mates haven't arrived yet, and there were other design fundamental 3's students ready for their presentation.
i taped what i need to tape on the wall, and left some tools for my friends to use.

around 11, i went back home to finish my journal. which the due date was that day, on 2pm's class.

3 hours to go, and i had nothing to hand in. no printed things, no nothing.
it was fast, and it was last minute.
noticed my group members online in ym. they buzzed me, and i asked them. they told me they were still doing the journal since last night.
hahah.. at least i only got like, 2-3 things to do only..

and... right..
great, my notebook was lost.
no, the other one, the new one.

in there was the journal entry for my national arts gallery experience. i wrote everything there down to the details of the art pieces that i loved.
the notes in there was precise. time, floor, location, name of the piece, media, size and theme, everything. if you read it, it will be the same as looking through my eyes in that gallery.

i cant even remember where i placed it, nor when i've lost it.
i referred back to this blog, and took the 3 pieces that i feature in here. 3 out of 6.
better less than nothing.

journal was done on 3pm something. and printed right away.

handed in, and im done.

went back to the studio, and found out that the wall was still empty. only tapes on the wall.
i got so worried, moreover, danny told us that che mat was there. and he said we were slow.
yea i know, i just said that again. but che mat did say that.

and everyone except hilman and dan was there. they were still doing their journals.

im very confident with my team, even without 2-3 of us, we can still work. if everyone works, there will be progress.
everyone's contribution is equal. rely on the whole. be part of the whole. avoid the one.
hahah.

and so, from that point, around 3 pm, we worked non stop till late.
around 6-7pm, che mat came into our class and gave out some rules and regulations.

first of all, the studio is open from now till 8 am tomorrow. so we can finish everything, and everything by tomorrow.
but they dont guarantee the air conditioners will work. usually after 6, the ac will turn off. so its blarde hot. plus those kids were blasting music on the speakers. some guys will go dancing and sweating n stuff. everyone was crazy in their coconut, pressured n stressed by the deadline.
so was me. hahaha.
and the studio is haunted.
..
...
that building of ours is haunted, moreover the 3rd floor. there are guards in the area, and if the guard is a woman, she will never go up till the 3rd floor.
and the elevator works only to the 3rd floor, the stairs goes up higher to 4th floor. i've never been there. and che mat says there is where 'they' live.
so, no funny stuff, no smooching2, no staying at dark corners being emo all alone..

everyone was lolling on that statement.

and no alcohol, no drugs, no fighting.


so, yeah, we were there since day till night, till 4-5 am. some stayed there till 9 am..
presentation was supposed to be on 10am. but he didnt mind whether we go early or late.
he understands. we havent been sleeping much lately. with the drawings, and journals, and the wall.

towards the late night, everyone went crazy. dancing, singing, painting faces, joking n shit.
everyone was totally crazy in the coconut. and so was i. hahah.
it was very tiring. one by one lost their strength and energy. eyes swelling red, movement slowing down.

got a few people loosing their sanities because of tiredness. got savage looks on their eyes. moreover, there was no food. all the cafes were closed, and no one brought food. or water.
freaking hot...

-_-'

when taping was done, it was historic. everyone looked at everyone else. dont know whether to paint or not.
everyone was nervous..
and, when the first stroke was done, it was epic.. so epic that it surpasses the sparta.

hahah..
even better, the peeling of the masking tapes.
orgasmic feeling. loking at the clean white on the wall
woven with black strips of blackness. it was like angel and devil. good and evil. alpha and omega.
so much contrast. i feel like crying. it was beautiful.
hahah..


everyone was pretty much surprised by our progress.
just this afternoon there was nothing on the wall. just some tapes and shit. suddenly, art was born.
our child.

it was late.. very very late. and we completed the task.
a lot of people asked me when i will go home.
i wont go home. not until all my team members are back home yet.

haha.. i feel like a captain in a ship.
a captain will never leave the ship, not even if the ship is sinking. he will stay there. he will live, and he will die with the ship.
the wall is my ship, and i have my crew members to steer and navigate it.
i should be the last one to leave it.

peeling off feeling was great.. i feel relieved. as if a weight of the world was removed from my shoulders..

now i can rest well..


meow2


-end-

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its now 3.05pm.

english will be at 4.40..
presentation.
yes, im doomed i guess. pretty much doomed.


fuck i got these all things to write in my head, suddenly none of them is appearing. just got some hazy thoughts.
why why.


this air conditioner is too cold i guess.

its 3.06pm.
and im in the computer graphics computer lab.
leeching on the computer.
i do know this is well within my rights to use, but not to the extent of abusing for myspace and facebook.
i am too lazy to care, and too lazy to want to care.

its funny how i can sit by myself for hours thinking about nothing and ended up writing nothing.
oh the irony.

the ironnyyyyyy...

a friend asked me out last night, along with her other friends. too bad i cannot come since i dont have anything to go with.
and today i got a quiz, which i failed hard.
i guess i failed hard.
okay, not that hard, but hard enough.
its like, solid hard, but still can be cut by butter knives.

like that.

its 3.10pm.
5 minutes into the blog, i do not know what to write. i got things to write, i just dont know what to write.

awww hell yes. just remembered. last week's trip to the national art gallery.


awesome.. heheh..


well, it all started around 4 weeks ago, when che mat sudenly got this urge to take us on a trip.
we are all, as the fcm students we are, are too eager to go for that trip as well.
this is awesome. seriously.



I am Ammar b. Mohd. Mariti. And this is my chronicles.
batshit serious, i feel like rorshach writing this journal while walking in there.

8am.
i am the first person to arrive.
no one was in sight.. i tried walking around, looking for a familiar face.
failed to avail.
its okay. hahah.. i'll just go to the cafe or something.

8.10am
no one was at the cafe. if i recalled correctly, there were fiqar and gihan later late a bit.
we went to...

oh okay okay, fiqar came in later.

who was that other guy, i cant recall..
no matter.

8.40am
most of them guys are at the rendezvous point already.
things got a little merrier. they all chat and mingled around. i was too busy listening to my ipod.
and forgot to recharge it. now i cant listen to my own songs. damn damn.
its okay, you'll have some other time man.

9.10am
the bus goes on our way. it was quite a smooth sail.. was awesome, hahah.
i got into the bus with some people i do not associate with too much. had the chance to talk with them and mingle around some more
my classmates are very friendly and awesome. thank god i got these friends instead of some other pricks. good lord, thanks.
the ride felt long and windy. azri fell asleep on the chair, both chairs. i sat on the path at the back, and saw him.
i guess he was batshit tired. haha.. dota till morning eh man?. idk, u and your housemates.

9.40~ish am.
arrived, and got around. we all took a big picture in front of that place.
photography was awesome. i crashed almost everyone's pictures from their cameras.
yeah, ever single goddamn album has at least one me in it. i crashed them. hahaha.
i looove pooping pictures. they bring out the best of the photographers.
*note to self; crash more of hilman's pictures. he didnt upload the ones i am in. damn you.*

so, we went along into the lobby and waiting area. it was awesome from the outside. cannot even wait for the inside view. i bet it will be like.. twice as awesome..
wait, if its twice as awesome, that means its two times more awesome than the outside,
thats almost double.

sweeet...

but we all had the chance to have breakffast first.
the food there was good. not that great, just good. mamak style and stall style standards.
even the price is that standard. and i thought it was a posh expensive place.
loved it. but hated the bihun goreng.
but i was hungry, and not that rich anyways.

anyhooo,

10.42 am
this is when the fun starts. the ride starts at the first floor.
the gallery was frecked up.. i dont like it one bit.
there were mostly pictures. no no, all of them are pictures. most of them are just there for the sake of keeping the ball rolling. it serves no purpose except taking you back in time.
some of the pictures dates back to pre 50's. there was a picture, a women's bodybuilding amateur contest. and the women were dressed in swimsuits.
no, not the modern looking ones. google 'great depression era swimsuit' and you'll get what i mean.

if you want to...

and bahareh pointed out that picture, and said that she was pretty sure this wasnt from malaysia.
i told her, it was from malaysia.
and she was quite shocked, or intrigued, something.. something.. well, mostly because nowadays, people are more more polite in terms of dressing. we do not promote swimsuits, we do not promote lingeries or sexy exposing fashions.

i guess we did change to the better from the zaman jahiliah.
thats what i call that time. lol.

i went out from that gallery, and walked across the hallway.

a particular artwork caught my eye.

Genting
Ibrahim Hussein
1978
Abstract Painting.
im intrigued by it. after reading the title (Genting), i am intrigued even more.
it looks nothing like genting, but it had managed to capture the essence of genting. you can 'feel' genting by looking at it.
it was neat. it was awesome.

then i went on walking into the other gallery.

the theme was Susur Masa. its like, going back in time n shit.
some of those artworks were old. you'd be surprised at how old some of them were. dates back to the 30's, n those stuff. 80's. n stuff.
it brings a sort of, nostalgia.. but at the same time, a new thing.

one more piece caught my eye.

The Lost Horizon
Mohd Fauzin Mustafa
1991
Mixed Media
It looks like batik. i mean, the techniques and style of creation. the color schemes, the paint used, and canvas.
but the shape was different. it does not adhere to the stereotypical 'square' canvas. he made the shape different. and that was the thing that caught my eye first.
it was beautiful. really was..

and not far from that piece was another piece. well actually it is 2 pieces combined in one. a big painting of 2 elephants. i guess in real life size.

Confrontation-Power
Ahmad Zuraimi Abdul Rahman
2006
it was huuuge. it was powerful.
it tried to make a bold statement, and won epicly. it was an epic win from the painting.
there was power. and there was confrontation. they looked confrontational. they look angry and they looked normal.

i guess i stop here first. i need to practice for oral test. english. in about an hour.
god i hope everyone is ready and not panic.
if they panic, i panic. and if i panic, they all sevenfolds will panic.


meow2.


-end-

it just 10.46 and my head is already quite dizzy. been reading walls of words for a long time already.
researching on freedom of speech.

yea, im wasting my time.
no, this aint no assignment. hahah..

its for my new piece, and i intend to make something intelligent apart from mindless killings and murders.
no, not trying to break free from my shell and cocoon. just trying something different,
my wings are still too weak and wither in pressure. i cant break free yet.


but apart from all these, all is good i guess.
got some works to be done. still postponing those to tomorrow n tomorrow n tomorrow.

"You always think you have all the time in the world. But when you realized it, it's too late."

i'll try stopping procrastinating now.. hahah.
ok maybe later. xD

back to the research. ciao.

meow2.


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