the only gummy blog: February 2007

Wednesday, February 28, 2007

everybody knows that everything sounds nicer with Bri'tish accent.

Currently Listening to:
It's Goin Down - Xecutioner

stooopid mahfucking blogger.com. ugh.. another episode.
so i watched the academy awards live on-air at 9.30am, where most of you at that time should be busting your asses off at work or obeying the teachers in school, i was at home resting my feet on the table, leaning back on my plush sofa and watching the academy awards while sippin fresh morning milo. it was quite an experience i tell ya. MERYLL STREEP was fucking hot, she almost gave me a boner. like totally. if i got a chance, i would bang her. hard. the host, ellen degeneres was funny. that caused me to come to the conclusion that shes a lesbians, cos all lesbians are funny.

really, through knowledge of my many (literally) queer friends, they're all plus-chop-confirm guarantee fhilarious peoples..

and i've seen a couple of ellen degeneres's shows, in the morning, and its normally about sad shitty situations or topics, and that lesbo miraculously had an ability to single-handedly lightened the mood, compared to oprah. because oprah always rectify shit through highlighting the shit, which is kinda shitty, though it makes good TV. but hence, thats why Oprah is not really funny. another reason is because shes too rich, looks like that woman from Dreamgirls, not a queer and practiced celibacy. and also, im saying all this becase my mum watches her show and buys her (uber expensive) magazines religiously. cos i hate sharing anything with her. so back to the show, alot of predictable sure winners won. and my guess are always right. except that i dont know who the hell is alan arkin and how in the worldly nasal-cumshot was jennifer hudson awarded the best supporting actress. utterly confounds me how the hell this.. this.. large woman had the glory of winning the award.

oh and speaking of which. i watched dreamgirls today. supposed to go head north of singapore(mandai), again but kena cancelled. so went to the cinema with my ______. im not posting anymore photos for this one because i just realised that its considered as bad blogging etiquette. peoples just see pictures and wouldnt give a passing fuck on details like reading. plus the pictures was rather raunchy and all, it'll make me feel kiss-and-telly, so i shan't go further. :p
anyways, the show Dreamgirls simply sucks. as in it suck with a capital F. really.
its a total yell-and-wail fest. and with jennifer hudson in that movie fuelled my hatred towards fat womans attitude even more. oh, dont get me wrong, i dont hate fat peoples, i just hate their attitude.

at some part, she was singing solo with grief and complain for a straight 20-mins. it was excruciating. lucky when that part ends, it was eddie murphy's turn. luckily it was soul music, because was just relaxing. normally, any kinds of musicals never failed to give me the goosebumps and creeps and the fact that the movie actually make a song out of a trivial squabble. and come to think about it, its like High School Musical minus its excessive pre-pubescent corniness. hell, if you associate anything similar to HSM, that thing, instantly everyone knows that thing suck seriously. but dreamgirls deserve much more credits than that.
i think it appeal well to the older crowds or sissy peoples.

good thing about this show: everything except jennifer hudson. beyonce also had like a hairdo which looks like any typical emo poser minah that you see in orchard. difference is that, its the real deal. and nostalgic factor of the show is through the roof. for everything else, large women made this epic delicate piece of a musical into a large blockbuster musical turd.
my rating: 3/5 stars.

oh, and i watched HBO again at home, and i watch a classic called She-Devil. and that show made me hate fat womens with an attitude, again.
also, the movie starred MERYLL STREEP. she also almost gave me a boner. again.
woooh, found satisfaction after another round of my mental displacement. i just love rambling. bah. imma sleep. bya bya

Tuesday, February 27, 2007

the shampoo girl

her name is gwen stefani

Monday, February 26, 2007

i get more ass than the toilet seats

Pissage..
GOsh! i hate my blog, and i hate you blogger.com
the 3534 paragraphs of mental diamonds of mine poured in my lenghty essay wasnt posted.
partly, of is all of you guys fault also! i've been getting 40-50 plus visitor each day. (52 on 23rd feb. *secret blogger counter) i shit you not. and no fucking one leaves a tag. c'mon peoples, i need the ego boost. cos it kinda.. arousing. ugh.
oh yea, i played Brain Age in my cousin's nintendo DS. i suggest u guys play them too. its a game with puzzles and mensa type of shit and when game's over, game would give your brain age.
and my brain age : 14 years old. >!?!?! its embarassing more embarassing than recieving a facial cumshot from a sweaty fat guy. yeah, now you know how matured my brain is. 14 years old. pre-pubescent.
my primary school cousin is like 18 years old. cuh-mon! he doesnt even know how to spell 'technology'.
pissage.

Ay man, wanna go to the beach?

holy holy, almost 20 years of my life in singapore, i've never been this far. Woodlands. i performed quite a feat. im talkin Woodlands, dammit. its not strange, peoples, do you guys have any idea i that its like dunno-how-many lightyears away from town, Orchard or City Hall. and it is, my railway journey/voyage from Novena took like aeons to reach my destination. and it took so excruciatingly long, i felt like i was standing crucified onto the iron beams and hanging handles in the MRT. and when i reached there, i felt like a tourist. its alienworld to me. i also went around to look for souvenirs or postcards to bring back home. its just unbelievable to know that some of my fellow collegues' are Woodlanders. i said to syirr (or kevin, i forgot) : hey, i dont know my way back home from here, so if you guys leave me alone here, i swear i would find one corner, huddle and cry my ass off. its just so far away from home.

elton jhan
how shall i start, well, alot of peoples came. watched Han's baby home videos, had. Italiano Sarpino Pizza. frickin awesome. everyone loved them. Must have cost a bomb.
8 out of 10 boxes finished. you animals!
was watching MTV, Wild'n Out(see blog title), which han said: why u all watching nigga shows?
the jokes were far out and said with thick hip-hop accent, he cant get a clue. lol.
then watched Hills Have Eyes. well, the movie was pretty retarled, with a capital L. i dont know, but there were wastelands, baby mutants, sweet violence, a girl that looked like Jesus Christ and a freshly sliced dog.
song bo.

Mini Casino. Dai Dee

yeah! throw in the dollars, you sick bitches. big money big money.

Habis. gamble lost.

when it comes to taking photographs, im the master of really glam shots.

Lesson #2234 for Successful Dudes: Always wear extra-extra pants over. Just in case.

a looong walk down the blocks.
oh Woodlands seems to have like bunches of neighbourhoods complicatedly connected and in line with blocks by blocks, its concrete jungle i tell you. and the dominant inhabitants there are mats.

syirr said i look like i got a Mexican moustache and a boobjob.

mary, 23, model.

her name is ADA. name is so short, its cheaper when buying her one of those alphabet necklace for birthday.

this fish, i forgot, it sounds really cool. cause the name sounds like marijuana or something.

''trying to be photogenic" - han.

mia-mia miata. spent the whole night PSP-ing. need for speed underground rivals. went so far, i forgot to sleep.

han's mum made breakfast for me. Pizza, again. with coffee, and couple of Mochi awesome!
followed by walking all the way to woodlands MRT, successfully, without crying.
i could be fucked and would describe the experience further, if i got time and also sadly, im dead spent right now. all in all, it was quite a saturday in Hoodlands.

Friday, February 23, 2007

its just Pavlovian

Currently listening to:
T.I. - Bring 'em Out
Dead Eye Dick - New Age Girl

holy shit man.. im feelin the vibe man.. the old vibe. as in the pre/post-millenium musics. fuh-reakin awesome.. im diggin this! ya knum sayin? bring 'em out. i love that shit.
ooh, wasnt being progressive for the past few days, couch potatoed for the past days.. its either in the hall watching Discovery Channel Travel and Living, Miami Ink or shit like that or in the office (my room) to do some unprogressive stuffs

i just want to get out of this daily cycle.. i believe that life is like a game, and someway or somehow, for anything, theres a cheat to it. and an alternative is crime, which involves resorting to steal, con or fuck somebody up to get a benefit for myself, but im really not looking forward to do something that. in fact, i hate doing anything related to crime, it just vexes me.i just want a cheat-code to life. something supernatural.or maybe the existance of its like ghost have something to do with that, and i find ghost is some kinda undiscovered resource. like before benjamin franklins discovered lightning and till now, its utilised electricity and technological development rose from that.. same goes for ghosts, just that its kinda like in crude form, and something not harnessed to its usefulness to mankind. yet.

uh.. what the hell did i wrote just now. i dunno, i dun care and yeah, my aunt last week during the gathering said that i have an undiagnosed Asperger's Syndrome and ADHD/ADD.. i shit you not, literally man and at first i didnt know whats that, until i found out what it was when i went to wiki-ed it. behavioural-wise, i matched everything in that.. hyperlexia, slight attention disorder, muffled voice, a problem with sarcasm, 'too honest', almost never doled out any appraisal to anyone, extreme stubborn-ness, and ego-centric... but since when am i great at maths? i dont know, but people says that anyone with that tends to be VERY good at something. i just cant find mine. she was yapping about me something regarding sugar and serious hyperactivity withdrawals where i get all excited and stuff. bah, shit like that never happened to me. right guys?

yummy! gummy! gelatine i loike!

hahaha..oh, yea, my mum seems to nag alot nag alot nowadays (shes doing that now). and God forbid, one of this days, she'll head for an early dementia. lol. but, senility is fun.

they say, the older you get, the longer your speeches.

damn it, i love writing lengthy essay-like post. which i admit is kind of fun compared to bombarding my blogspace with gay(happy) pictures. theres nothing much to it. its like a fact: a person could completely read/finish a comic book faster than a storybook. same shit happens here for you readers (yea, im mentioning you punk).. longer the person stay in my blog, the longer they'll have to bear with the music in my imeem playlist. unless you're despicable enough to turn it off and prefer the solace of muteness.

and imeem kicks ass. i dont know if i mentioned this before, but i fucking loved it. its like audio-version of Youtube, which apparently is a demonchild of the internet. i love imeem. if i own a pet soon, like say, a cat or a rabbit, ill name it imeem. because the idea of having imeem.com attached to anything is just simply fucking brilliant.
but anyways, back to matter regarding my blog posting, the problem with having a lenghty post is that most of my friends which posseses kid-like mentality (we are talking 17 year olds here) would get bored easily and whine. hard.(hint hint) and yeah, another problem is that ill have a tendency to get completely out of point, which reasons to results for my english paper in 'O's, and defined the epitomy of 'lengthy'. okay okay.. i spent an awesome 7-fuckin-pages for composition. i shit you not. that means, 4 pieces of fullscap paper and three of which is covered with handwritten pen ink, both sides and one with only one page partially complete. surpassing neighbouring people's compositions, where measly 2 papers were used, with words well-distributed spaced out to compensate the little amount of words written. try to be safe and simple. minimalist? less is more? excuses. well, i like the fact that everyone elses essays' just vaginal fart compared to mine.
and if you step into my mind, i always picture A4 papers as mens (many peoples find this weird when i told them this, i dont know why) and it was like i tattoo-ed 4 mens. intricately designed.

so, at first thought, its 'O' levels, why not blast everything in my vocabulary arsenal. one of my favourite selections' always located in 'tha cheem-ass shit' section. it contains the bombs of the bombastics where dementedly profound shits like: ostentatious, anaemic, vagaries of perception, eloquent, mobius strip of irony, tittilating, fey, convulsive, incessant, vermin, paradigm, dervish, incontinent.. shits that was so far out, and for that day, i unlocked that chamber and i was unleashing them on my composition through my ball-point pen without a sign of mercy or reducing them to their least simple and understandable component.
the tip of the pen felt like second skin.
i tire my ass off, and my right-hand fingers could only twitch when im done. i hope for a glorious result for the English subject, but it turned out rather ludacrious. many was shocked over the outcome.

i remembered when my close friends and teacher said that this was due to the fact that i love attempting stupid shits, despite taking ample time reconsidering before attempting and also a habit of not paying any flying fuck to attention or anyone, and for in this case, the instructions written in the first page of the English paper and the invigilator yapping at the start (what was it that she said? i cant remember). well, maybe thats why i was landed to sec 5 and ended up crappy results. wait, its not crappy. whole thing was bullshit!

i recalled the hour of constant nagging in my room. i hate anyone from my family that enters my room. i was kinda pissed and so where they, severely . it was after i got my results, and my parents was looking for an elusive squabble with me. and for any case if that happens, i'll always win.anyways, then its was like getting real irritating. so i played xbox while they yap, so to me,they were like white noises and buzzes that u hear on an FM radio and when you're in the middle of two radio stations and you turn it real loud.
my dad said: "what the fuck(yea, my dad's cooler than yours) do you wanna do now, huh?"(pokes me with result slip)
and i shrugged, was deeply involved with actions in my xbox, btw: "uh.. i dont know, maybe collect rubbish or do laundry for peoples or who knows, maybe i'll take that bicycle and reconfigure it to a car? i dunno.. mcdonalds pay is $3.50 an hour. well, i can make a great living with that? "
my mother was horrified and said: "dont you even joke about something like that. cut with that art school bullshit, and you need to repeat, and then graduate"then ill be like: "im extremely busy, now get out of my room!"parents exhaled in frustration and turned to leave
"mum?" i said.
she turned back, "What?" she asked, angry and abrupt.
"I want ice Milo."
mother closed the door, nearly a slam.
and momentarily later, returned with a glass of ice cold milo. and resting it on the only clear spot on the table next to me.
many peoples was aghast and shocked (some astonished) with my behaviour towards my parents, and the ability to get my parents to do things for me. i remembered someone( a teacher or someone grown up, i forgot) saying this to me before: "salihin, i understand that you're good at words, but i bet you understand the meaning of the word 'compassionate', right?"and i forgot what i said after that. was trying to remember what i said. it was some bomb-in-your-face comeback. damn it. what was it!
okay shit.. another session of yapping. this time from my sister. im using her lappy. and theres a little difficulty for me to get away with this. btw im done with yadas for today.. would be lookin forward for more of this next week or soon.