profashional mod

wah. been dying to blog since last week.

oh, man brace up because this would be some bitter shit.

so yea. have been busy with work (as in work work) and i was flaming pissed lately that i couldn't attend afternoon sessions in school nor friday mosque nor home study.

most importantly i have absolutely NO TIME for schoolwork because if i do so tonight, i would be fucked over the next day. and unlike i dont have the nightlife partyboy body that i used to have which gave me the natural ability to survive the following day like back then.

well, the good and the bad thing about this job is the huge amount of TIME spent. bad thing is that, is that i spent HALF of the fucking day working. thats the main thing that pisses me off completely and also considering the actual fact that i could spend that amount of time on something far more essential such as staying in school to paint which sums up into doing actual fucking work.

now, normally, im more apathetic and not like this, i don't complain too much or do such rant like this. i might be a little wired, but before anything, it has to start somewhere to straighten.this.shit.out. and thats the good thing about time at work.

because one of it is - i could blog. apart from that i could at least do some photoshop or essay writing which i spent too much time in, i worry that i would 'overcook' them.

so yeah, blogging, and no im not gonna post bad shit about working, because discussing my issue with you guys would basically end up nowhere. and no, im not gonna compose some lengthy-ass poems about the sad shit im in decorated with profound insights filled with flowery vocabulary masturbation and shit to deal with my problem. this is because, personally i think seeking one's sympathy is the saddest shit you could ever put yourself through. im not sure the whole concept about what blogging is, but im darn sure that its like some bad writer's etiquette doing so to deal with the problem at hand, you know what im sayin? its kind of embarassing like those sad recollection of a bad accident email crap that you have to forward them to your 15 friends or else the following day you would fucking die of fucking guilt.

on top of everything, sympathy is so no macho at all. sorry if you any of you blogger that've done so, but thats what i personally feel.

i have to treat my shit proactively like that facebook Petition for Fairer Transport Fare for Tertiary Student thing, about understanding the cause. but in my case, i have to settle it and get down to the root of the fucking problem which eventually would jeopardize some mutual relationships which ends up making both party feel like shit. and i dont like to feel like shit.
(update: greatly reduced this section because jasmine told me to cut the crap because its tl dr and thats bad blogging. kiyo = ftw. hons br0, lulz 4w350m3 l33t h4xx0r)

so for those of you guys who know me well, you should know that spending money makes me happy. just like a fat girl is to food.

but apparently, my bank account is touching 3 digits only so yesterday was the first time in donkey months that i've asked my mum to lend me some cash. and i've ceased all my sideline biz-nez. so spending = (no cash) = out.
eating = *no cash) = out.
running = (no time) = out.
paint/draw = (no time) = out
lesbian porn = (no drive) = out.
nightlife clubbing = (no way) = out

so im left with, blogging = (can play laptop at work hours) = win.

alright bitter shit aside, lets get on with bloggin already.
anyways, im so gonna check out rob zombie's new movie thats coming out soon:



TYRANNOSAURUS REX

this movie is so me! look at the promotional poster. instant art man. it looks like some L4D shit. by reading the subheader of the poster, you could rest assure that this show would turn out that bad ass:
51% Motherfucker, 49% Son of a Bitch

and it seems like my childhood dream have actually came true:

t-rex + explosion + blood + tattoo + 3-man gang + guns + double barrel shotgun + big truck + big tit woman = my TYRANNOSAURUS SEX on the beach!

i cant wait to watch this show man! i would beat up my girlfriend just to watch it.


the devil's reject. last year movie. this summer, go to hell!

The first ever movie by Rob Zombie. i remembered watching it all the way back in sec 1 when kazaa was the shit, me and a couple of our dudes came over to shinmans crib to watch it over a 15 inch desktop monitor.
the first time i watched it, i fell in love with it. everything was over the top. im not a gore fan. but grindhouse movies makes me happy. House of 1000 Corpses is the story of the Firefly Family, a crazy family of deranged killers who victimize those unlucky enough to have their car “suddenly” break down near a roadside attraction starring an evil, fried chicken-cooking clown named “Captain Spaulding.

And Captain Spaulding is the first person who gave me the longest-lasting one-liner ever:
'Ya know? The bigger the cushion, the harder the pushin!!!'


ROB ZOMBIE. the director. he's also a rockstar, and i really dig his pre-millenium era rock.
director and rockstar. 2 of the best jobs in the creative line.

this guy is one of my greatest role model man.
shit i want really love to sport full sleeve tatts like that, but for now, i dont think i could because:

one. im not a successful rockstar

deux. i would have trouble dealing with job interviews. especially in singapore.

tres. if i really have one now, i would look like a mat. FULL BLOWN.

my studio bedroom would look like this:


i need to change my whole look man. i wanna start looking badass like him. but with a little sophistication. cos i watched The Matrix on channel 5 the other day, and i was hooked into the whole cyber goth thing. so i kinda wanna look like a cyber zombie. and obviously i wont act like i dont care what other people think cos personally:

fuck people who doesn't give a fuck what other people think because people who does not give a fuck about what other people think, normally cares about what other people think.

yeah, read that again if you missed it. so yeah, i kinda wanna look like neo without the 90's hair, police shades and prim and proper trenchcoat set, but i want it to look kinda like this:


with a translucent strip on the back of the coat. and little vents hidden like shark gills. and the hemlines and shit would be sewn with UV paint soaked threads. it would look awesome.

and im doing all this because i just realised that i dress like this to school too often:

hyelo~, mye name is anoop. iye like yegg roti pratha


yeah, back to how awesome i could look:
digimon anime glasses
or
agent smith glasses.



because the trendy BIG architect glasses everyone is wearing now makes me look like this guy:
URKEL!

and then i will use this transparent LG phone for that refined touch:


maybe get an undercover job and confiscate stuff from kids so i can have this on my desk/pocket:

why does the government hold the best stuff? i mean this picture shows the contraband items in the police force.. gun, knife, speed pills, ganja grass and most importantly, cash.

shoes would be Diet Butcher Hi-Tops by Red Patent Leather.


this goth jeans:
supershine it with PVC vinyl material, and add more zippers. and tear cuts with halfway-sewn slits.


this and this LV inventeur belt,


to show that my shit ain't cheap.


until getting myself married(which is like never), i don't think i need the safety of being a car when driving on the road.

so, being badass, im gonna get a motorbike. a real motorbike. like one of those big bikes like that final fantasy movie. and im not talking about smallcock 125cc bikes. im talking big engines, crazy muscular bodykit/fairings, super fat exhaust pipe the bike needs to have one seat and one seat only. im not sending any chicks home after a party. aah, no babe, not tonight, go flag a cab or something.
yeah, and on every traffic stops, im gonna pop a wheelie for fun as my exhaust pipe spray green flame melting the bumper of the car behind.

the ultracool final fantasy bike:

Hyosung GT650R. some fierce korean superbike.

FSSS chopper.



and of course i would do custom vinyl and sprayworks like what this BAPE guy did to his Rolls-Royce:



and then im gonna have get my hair done something like this:

or like

has to be shaved one side.

and it would be styled and applied with my personal hair product:
fish paste

and then im gonna get myself this awesome piercing:


some custom bling to neutralise the whole hardcore overall look:

maybe that billionaire boys club tee inside the trenchcoat for some added freshness

and finally the cherry on top of the cake:


steampunk watch




huhuhuhu... badass huh?? okay enough of shit.

so speaking of watches, i watched the watchman.
the dr. manhattan guy is faggy. he's str8 up emo. at least that smartest fella on the planet guy is cool enough to adopt a lynx goat hybrid as a pet.
and that bloody part where that strong inventor guy punch through the robber's elbow was awetistic.
dont want to share too much info to all ya'll suckaz who've yet to watch it.
and but tell yourselves before watching that rohrschach is badass.


i dont know what would happen if i do the rohrschach inkblot test. probably, i would cry my ass out.
apparently, the images makes you recall back to the past.

back to how kick ass Rob Zombie is: favourite song
Dig through the ditches, Burn through the witches. I slam in the back of my. Dragula ...





why clevver?? because youtube is commercially like shit lor. and i cant watch most of music artiste's promotional music videos, because its either taken by their respective record companies or it just so happen that that movie is 'not available in my region'.

intelligent monkey with a camera.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DSk1urlazs4

the monkey looks fucking cute walking the dog! and taking pictures with him.
christy says the monkey takes pictures better than me.

fuck.


oh, and before i forget:

FREE BJ!!
okay, april 21st, Free Cone Day.
u can try any kind of BJ flavours at any selected BJ scoop shops..
*ben and jerrys la.

mark your calendars.


seacrest out.