Here is PG "injecting" his Cherry Red Fireman with his latest signature DiMarzio Injector pickups. OMG YOU ARE SO FUNNY PAUL <3 <3
Fuck it, I really wanna meet him so so bad :( Not to talk about guitar, just life in general..... :(:(
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Fuck This Shit
What is wrong with people nowadays? They complain and complain about others but fail to see that the fucking face they’re staring at in the mirror is doing the same shit they’ve been complaining about in the first place.
The one thing that gets on my nerves these days is that the pot calling the kettle black. And they’re so ignorant towards their own attitude. Please, fucking look at yourself before complaining. I just don’t understand this, it doesn’t take much to realize the fact of the matter is you’re just as annoying.
Think about it, if you’ve realized it then please, you don’t have to be so vocal or take drastic AND despicable measures. No one ever complained about you doing the same thing since the dawn of time. Now you think you have the right to complain? How can one person be so inconsiderate is beyond my comprehension.
Since I’m bitching like fuck here, let me just address another issue. Why is it that some people I know are always boasting and admitting something that is so shameful? You don’t read and you love the fact that you don’t read? At least show some remorse or regret towards the matter, not laughing it away and think that it’s the coolest thing since Paul Gilbert. That is just one example, there are way more shit even worse than this.
Sigh, I’m done. Maybe it’s just a difference of perception. Maybe my principles in life don’t apply to theirs. Hopefully they’re not as ignorant as I think they are.
The one thing that gets on my nerves these days is that the pot calling the kettle black. And they’re so ignorant towards their own attitude. Please, fucking look at yourself before complaining. I just don’t understand this, it doesn’t take much to realize the fact of the matter is you’re just as annoying.
Think about it, if you’ve realized it then please, you don’t have to be so vocal or take drastic AND despicable measures. No one ever complained about you doing the same thing since the dawn of time. Now you think you have the right to complain? How can one person be so inconsiderate is beyond my comprehension.
Since I’m bitching like fuck here, let me just address another issue. Why is it that some people I know are always boasting and admitting something that is so shameful? You don’t read and you love the fact that you don’t read? At least show some remorse or regret towards the matter, not laughing it away and think that it’s the coolest thing since Paul Gilbert. That is just one example, there are way more shit even worse than this.
Sigh, I’m done. Maybe it’s just a difference of perception. Maybe my principles in life don’t apply to theirs. Hopefully they’re not as ignorant as I think they are.
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Contributions to the Human Race
As a part of my contributions to the human race, I'd like to share with you these words of wisdom I've just read 1 minute ago. Actually wanted to post it in facebook but the fear of having relatives read this brought me to the conclusion to come right here to post it.
"If you masturbate with both hands, that's a threesome."
Rejoice my readers, for you have been enlightened once again, here!
"If you masturbate with both hands, that's a threesome."
Rejoice my readers, for you have been enlightened once again, here!
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Holyday
Hmm so what's been up lately. I had to borrow money from a friend just to buy the Starcraft II CD. How sad is that? Apparently my bank account got disabled cause I didn't do any transaction with it for too long. I guess this is part of growing up, eh? Finding out that banks are out to fuck with your money any way they can, and justifying it by saying it's for freeing up slots in their database for other people. A make believe slot, dammit.
I was so stoked on playing 1v1s but I found out that I'm play worse than those noobs. Can't even get my basic build orders right, can't macro well enough. Guess I'll have to stick to team matches for now :(
It is a well known fact that I like to set objectives that I'm not gonna accomplish for my holidays. Let's see... before it all began I wanted to learn Paul's Bach Partita in Dm. Learn some ukelele songs and getting one ukelele myself. Learn some fingerpicking songs.. change my sleeping time. Eat well, stay healthy.. And I've accomplished none of that.
I did change my sleeping time but then it all fucks up when Starcraft came. As for the Bach song, I only learnt 25% of it, and it's the easy part -_- ukelele and fingerpicking was not practiced at all this holiday and there's only 2 weeks left till the next semester starts.
As usual, I'd like to justify my uninspired-ness with my rig at home. A 5 year old Squier Strat that some chinese dude con me to buy at Bentley, along with a Roland Cube 15. Fucking sucks la the tone. I tampered with the knobs here and there but the tone still sucks. It's so... dead. Kinda miss my friend's Marshall at KL which kinda belongs to me since he never plays it. Oh shit, he might be moving out soon. HOW AM I GONNA PLAY WHEN HE'S GONE?! So many things to buy, so little money. When can I get my Vox amp? When can I get my Paul Gilbert pedals? Coily cable? DiMarzio single coil pickup? White reversed Ibanez? New tone knobs for fucks sake?!?!! NEW STRINGS?! JESUS, I'VE BEEN USING THE SAME STRINGS FOR 2 fucking years?!
Anyway, I'm convinced that Guthrie Govan is the Jesus of guitar. Phrasing, note choice, technique.. whatever shit you want, he'll do it.
I was so stoked on playing 1v1s but I found out that I'm play worse than those noobs. Can't even get my basic build orders right, can't macro well enough. Guess I'll have to stick to team matches for now :(
It is a well known fact that I like to set objectives that I'm not gonna accomplish for my holidays. Let's see... before it all began I wanted to learn Paul's Bach Partita in Dm. Learn some ukelele songs and getting one ukelele myself. Learn some fingerpicking songs.. change my sleeping time. Eat well, stay healthy.. And I've accomplished none of that.
I did change my sleeping time but then it all fucks up when Starcraft came. As for the Bach song, I only learnt 25% of it, and it's the easy part -_- ukelele and fingerpicking was not practiced at all this holiday and there's only 2 weeks left till the next semester starts.
As usual, I'd like to justify my uninspired-ness with my rig at home. A 5 year old Squier Strat that some chinese dude con me to buy at Bentley, along with a Roland Cube 15. Fucking sucks la the tone. I tampered with the knobs here and there but the tone still sucks. It's so... dead. Kinda miss my friend's Marshall at KL which kinda belongs to me since he never plays it. Oh shit, he might be moving out soon. HOW AM I GONNA PLAY WHEN HE'S GONE?! So many things to buy, so little money. When can I get my Vox amp? When can I get my Paul Gilbert pedals? Coily cable? DiMarzio single coil pickup? White reversed Ibanez? New tone knobs for fucks sake?!?!! NEW STRINGS?! JESUS, I'VE BEEN USING THE SAME STRINGS FOR 2 fucking years?!
Anyway, I'm convinced that Guthrie Govan is the Jesus of guitar. Phrasing, note choice, technique.. whatever shit you want, he'll do it.
Friday, August 20, 2010
Oiling Up
Goddamnit I hate it when korean girl groups all oil up their legs during live performances. Makes them so unbelievably sexy. Can't a man just live his life without all these pesky temptations?
Anyway, I'm over my Hyuna obsession already. Maybe it's cause she didn't oil up her legs enough. Not shiny enough. And I thought those koreans are all out of people to recruit since the new groups they're churning out are all ugly like they just stopped their evolution at the frog stage. Seriously, why be an idol when you're not hot?! How are you gonna satisfy my fantasies?!
So the latest in thing is supposed to be Rainbow. Not the weird rainbow video making rounds on youtube right now -_-
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SLIGHT DETOUR
I just have to talk about the rainbow video above. When I first saw it I was laughing like I was on crack for the last 23 years. Very fucking ridiculous. But then it dawned on me. This guy is just.. getting an orgasm by looking at the double rainbow? Mother Nature having sex with him in the wild? It turned weird. I don't know whether to laugh or admire this guy. He's clearly obtaining true happiness just from this.. discovery. Or maybe he's on drugs. People laugh at him but he shrugs it off cause the real happy man is him. He's happy for himself. Laugh at him all you want, he clearly does not give a fuck!
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They're oiled up nicely, boasting a number of 7 members and have a couple of hot looking ones. phoooooey! Their comeback song is quite catchy too, beats Gossip Girl. That song is just fucking atrocious. Here's the video.
Sometimes, I just wonder how it feels like to be in these girls' shoes. Selling sex when they're even barely legal. Granted, some of them are already above 18 but there are still a handful of them thrusting hips all over the country below 18. How do you handle that shit? All those uncles giving you the shit eating grin when you're performing. It's gotta be different when you're an idol, right? I probably on behalf on those average joes out there when I say we all just wanna fuck you. Left and right, in the toilet, by the dumpster, in our minds. You name it, we'll be there, getting ready to restore population with some good ol fashioned fuckin.
On another note, talking about oiling up always reminds me of this video. Embedding disabled so please click the link if you're interested enough. And I guarandamntee it's gonna be worth that one click. Oh yeah, gotta turn up the volume for this one.
Anyway, I'm over my Hyuna obsession already. Maybe it's cause she didn't oil up her legs enough. Not shiny enough. And I thought those koreans are all out of people to recruit since the new groups they're churning out are all ugly like they just stopped their evolution at the frog stage. Seriously, why be an idol when you're not hot?! How are you gonna satisfy my fantasies?!
So the latest in thing is supposed to be Rainbow. Not the weird rainbow video making rounds on youtube right now -_-
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SLIGHT DETOUR
I just have to talk about the rainbow video above. When I first saw it I was laughing like I was on crack for the last 23 years. Very fucking ridiculous. But then it dawned on me. This guy is just.. getting an orgasm by looking at the double rainbow? Mother Nature having sex with him in the wild? It turned weird. I don't know whether to laugh or admire this guy. He's clearly obtaining true happiness just from this.. discovery. Or maybe he's on drugs. People laugh at him but he shrugs it off cause the real happy man is him. He's happy for himself. Laugh at him all you want, he clearly does not give a fuck!
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They're oiled up nicely, boasting a number of 7 members and have a couple of hot looking ones. phoooooey! Their comeback song is quite catchy too, beats Gossip Girl. That song is just fucking atrocious. Here's the video.
Sometimes, I just wonder how it feels like to be in these girls' shoes. Selling sex when they're even barely legal. Granted, some of them are already above 18 but there are still a handful of them thrusting hips all over the country below 18. How do you handle that shit? All those uncles giving you the shit eating grin when you're performing. It's gotta be different when you're an idol, right? I probably on behalf on those average joes out there when I say we all just wanna fuck you. Left and right, in the toilet, by the dumpster, in our minds. You name it, we'll be there, getting ready to restore population with some good ol fashioned fuckin.
On another note, talking about oiling up always reminds me of this video. Embedding disabled so please click the link if you're interested enough. And I guarandamntee it's gonna be worth that one click. Oh yeah, gotta turn up the volume for this one.
Monday, August 16, 2010
Initial Thoughts on SC2
So what's been happening since the holidays started is that I am extremely late to latch on the hype for Starcraft 2. Yeah I've heard about the Beta phase relatively early and some of my friends even had Beta keys to get a head start but then it just didn't appeal to me back then. More on that later.
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The first few days was spent on leveling in Diablo 2, which was fucked up. Apparently, Han Wei and his friends are playing ladder characters on BNet and I made a non-ladder character for fear of getting a character reset once the ladder is reset too. I'm still not quite sure on that since this is the first time I'm playing on BNet. So, the fucked up thing was I had to replay with a ladder character, which nullifies my hard work for 1 full day of getting my initial Hammerdin to level 30. The reason for this is non-ladder can't join ladder games, and vice-versa.
Since no sane human would retrain just because one of their friends made the wrong character, I decided to level again -_-. Made it to level 30 on the first day and 46 on the second. Stopped there cause it got boring just leveling alone on Nightmare difficulty. Met an interesting Korean fellow though, and as always, I tell whoever that is remotely Korean that I'd love to fuck Hyuna inside out, upside down. And he nodded in agreement, great men think alike. Anyway, I also tried doing Baal runs on Normal but then I just couldn't remake games fast enough to make it efficient, that's why I stopped. Fucking BNet kept telling me "Failed to join game" if I remake within the span of 15-20 minutes. Fuck that.
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Sam, with his usual annoying phone calls, kept pestering me to go to Music Master so I went. I'm glad I did though because I found out that the boss of the CC at DJ (Damansara Jaya) got 10 SC2 CD-keys for his CC. And all the accounts are creatively called, BlitZone... ALL FUCKING TEN OF THEM! Got addicted to it faily quickly. On th first night I played from 2 until nine in the fucking morning. Long story short, I decided to buy the game even if it'll cost me ample pussy shortage.
Goddamn the game is like a whole different game compared to BW (Brood War). From now onwards, what I say is entirely based on my early encounters with the AI in a short span of 3 days at the CC and a few youtube commentaries. From what I've read, Zerg seems to be the new Terran. Underpowered and less favored by professional players.
If my memory didn't fail me, Terran used to be the underpowered ones in BW. Maybe it was the patches that fixed the balance, or maybe the Terran Emperor came out and revolutionized Terran strategies. And the whole game is less micro intensive now. Most of the micros I've seen consists of just pulling away and sniping. I AM SURE there are more than that but generally, it's just right click, A+left click.. rinse and repeat.
What does that mean? I'd like to think that it's more of a macro game (unless you get cheesed, of course) Building placements, stationing units at the correct spots. Basically, more to strategies and less about using a small number of units to overcome the enemy. Hopefully what I said makes sense -_- Still, people from different regions play differently. Now it's up to the Koreans to make the game micro intensive again.
Anyway, that's all for now. This long wall of text must've been boring to non SC players. I'm thinking of focusing on Zerg, but not because I like them or whatever. It's just because there's an underdog attraction to it. More on that on another day!
P.S. Actually I've got more to say but then I got lazy towards the end. Fuck that!
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The first few days was spent on leveling in Diablo 2, which was fucked up. Apparently, Han Wei and his friends are playing ladder characters on BNet and I made a non-ladder character for fear of getting a character reset once the ladder is reset too. I'm still not quite sure on that since this is the first time I'm playing on BNet. So, the fucked up thing was I had to replay with a ladder character, which nullifies my hard work for 1 full day of getting my initial Hammerdin to level 30. The reason for this is non-ladder can't join ladder games, and vice-versa.
Since no sane human would retrain just because one of their friends made the wrong character, I decided to level again -_-. Made it to level 30 on the first day and 46 on the second. Stopped there cause it got boring just leveling alone on Nightmare difficulty. Met an interesting Korean fellow though, and as always, I tell whoever that is remotely Korean that I'd love to fuck Hyuna inside out, upside down. And he nodded in agreement, great men think alike. Anyway, I also tried doing Baal runs on Normal but then I just couldn't remake games fast enough to make it efficient, that's why I stopped. Fucking BNet kept telling me "Failed to join game" if I remake within the span of 15-20 minutes. Fuck that.
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Sam, with his usual annoying phone calls, kept pestering me to go to Music Master so I went. I'm glad I did though because I found out that the boss of the CC at DJ (Damansara Jaya) got 10 SC2 CD-keys for his CC. And all the accounts are creatively called, BlitZone... ALL FUCKING TEN OF THEM! Got addicted to it faily quickly. On th first night I played from 2 until nine in the fucking morning. Long story short, I decided to buy the game even if it'll cost me ample pussy shortage.
Goddamn the game is like a whole different game compared to BW (Brood War). From now onwards, what I say is entirely based on my early encounters with the AI in a short span of 3 days at the CC and a few youtube commentaries. From what I've read, Zerg seems to be the new Terran. Underpowered and less favored by professional players.
If my memory didn't fail me, Terran used to be the underpowered ones in BW. Maybe it was the patches that fixed the balance, or maybe the Terran Emperor came out and revolutionized Terran strategies. And the whole game is less micro intensive now. Most of the micros I've seen consists of just pulling away and sniping. I AM SURE there are more than that but generally, it's just right click, A+left click.. rinse and repeat.
What does that mean? I'd like to think that it's more of a macro game (unless you get cheesed, of course) Building placements, stationing units at the correct spots. Basically, more to strategies and less about using a small number of units to overcome the enemy. Hopefully what I said makes sense -_- Still, people from different regions play differently. Now it's up to the Koreans to make the game micro intensive again.
Anyway, that's all for now. This long wall of text must've been boring to non SC players. I'm thinking of focusing on Zerg, but not because I like them or whatever. It's just because there's an underdog attraction to it. More on that on another day!
P.S. Actually I've got more to say but then I got lazy towards the end. Fuck that!
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Moving Out For Real
Changing URL to http://canoninpg.blogspot.com in a week's time. Update your links!
Friday, August 6, 2010
Empty
The truth is.. I don't wanna tell the truth, but I don't wanna lie either. That's why it's empty.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Moving Out
For those of you who don't know, I'll be working after my exams, albeit only for three days. It is quite a big step for me though, as I've always loathed working. Scared, of meeting new people and doing new shit. I have always been resistant towards changes in my life as the result from being over protected as a child. And that I didn't do shit about it when I went for college. Hopefully it'll all go well, cause I'm considering this the first step in changing my dull, fucked up life. Tonight's the briefing and just where the fuck is Radius International Hotel?!
Anyway, I've decided to change my URL to http://canoninpg.blogspot.com. Isn't that so damn creative?!?! It's Canon In PG!! Anyway, wish me luck and do suggest some other names for the blog if you think you're better than me in Paul Gilbert ass kissing. As always, have fun reading and listening to Paul Gilbert's new album, Fuzz Universe!
Anyway, I've decided to change my URL to http://canoninpg.blogspot.com. Isn't that so damn creative?!?! It's Canon In PG!! Anyway, wish me luck and do suggest some other names for the blog if you think you're better than me in Paul Gilbert ass kissing. As always, have fun reading and listening to Paul Gilbert's new album, Fuzz Universe!
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Sigh
Ever had a day where everything little thing is fucked up from the moment you woke up? Even before you wake up, there's already a shitstorm brewing just across your face. Can't get adequate sleep because some motherfucker who can't feed his own addiction taking all the puffs that are rightfully yours. Then you fail to wake up for lunch because of the former disturbance. So you decided to go to the mamak and order "roti telur" but you couldn't finish it. Halfway through, the fucker above called and said,
"Eh buy cigs eh, we share."
Then you'll go,
"Macibai I buy you one la, fuck."
Your own fucking addiction, you feed it yourself you son of a bitch.
Then you go get changed for class and drove to school, waiting for the fucking van to show up under the burning sun. When you reach the lab, there's only four souls there with a half-assed albeit very nice teacher (gave us literally the whole set of "tips" for the upcoming exam). The mood itself in the lab is dragging you down into an abyss of depression so deep you can't see the bottom of the pit.
Then your friend calls you reminding you of an interview for a goddamn job in the next PC Fair and you went expecting nothing but just faux-interviews where they line you up, see if you're handsome enough and let you pass. But turned out the interview is not as easy as made out to be. To find out you got the job but your friend didn't leaves an empty void in your expectations. You'll most probably have to go alone.
When you get home after the grueling KL meat traffic, you go to a chinese restaurant and find out their Iced Milk Tea tastes like shit. I mean, how the fuck can you fuck up such a simple drink, right?!?! After the meal and RM9 poorer, you get home and find your self proclaimed best friend lying again. Then you realised why you call your current best friends your best friends. It's because they would never lie to you, even though they are not as nice.
While your friend is repairing your fucking cheap PC, you played his PC and got 400K points for Bejeweled Blitz, and came to the realization that you only got that high score cause you were lucky, not because of your skill. Soon, you started preparing for the upcoming test the next day, only to find that you can't get that shit inside your head no matter how hard you try. You then decided to call it a day and sleep, but you couldn't sleep.
It's days like these that makes you just wanna say,
"Fuck it, fuck this and fuck you. Fuck all of this shit. Fuck all these. I just wanna go out destroy something beautiful. Walk to the fucking park waiting for people to trip and fall just to laugh at them. Maybe go to some group therapy sessions and just listen to their sad stories to make me feel better about myself. Fuck this mid life depression. And again, fuck you."
So back to the main question, ever had a day like this?
"Eh buy cigs eh, we share."
Then you'll go,
"Macibai I buy you one la, fuck."
Your own fucking addiction, you feed it yourself you son of a bitch.
Then you go get changed for class and drove to school, waiting for the fucking van to show up under the burning sun. When you reach the lab, there's only four souls there with a half-assed albeit very nice teacher (gave us literally the whole set of "tips" for the upcoming exam). The mood itself in the lab is dragging you down into an abyss of depression so deep you can't see the bottom of the pit.
Then your friend calls you reminding you of an interview for a goddamn job in the next PC Fair and you went expecting nothing but just faux-interviews where they line you up, see if you're handsome enough and let you pass. But turned out the interview is not as easy as made out to be. To find out you got the job but your friend didn't leaves an empty void in your expectations. You'll most probably have to go alone.
When you get home after the grueling KL meat traffic, you go to a chinese restaurant and find out their Iced Milk Tea tastes like shit. I mean, how the fuck can you fuck up such a simple drink, right?!?! After the meal and RM9 poorer, you get home and find your self proclaimed best friend lying again. Then you realised why you call your current best friends your best friends. It's because they would never lie to you, even though they are not as nice.
While your friend is repairing your fucking cheap PC, you played his PC and got 400K points for Bejeweled Blitz, and came to the realization that you only got that high score cause you were lucky, not because of your skill. Soon, you started preparing for the upcoming test the next day, only to find that you can't get that shit inside your head no matter how hard you try. You then decided to call it a day and sleep, but you couldn't sleep.
It's days like these that makes you just wanna say,
"Fuck it, fuck this and fuck you. Fuck all of this shit. Fuck all these. I just wanna go out destroy something beautiful. Walk to the fucking park waiting for people to trip and fall just to laugh at them. Maybe go to some group therapy sessions and just listen to their sad stories to make me feel better about myself. Fuck this mid life depression. And again, fuck you."
So back to the main question, ever had a day like this?
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Gilbertology
I have finally found the base for the religion of Gilbertology!!!! Actually, I'm lazy to write so I'm posting this for you guys to read. Very interesting, so make sure you finish it! Brings another perspective into the religion game eh? CLICK THE PICTURE TO ENLARGE
Friday, July 9, 2010
Currrently
Today is the day I submit my last assignment for the semester. Which also explains why I haven't been updating frequently. Today is the day karma worked extra hard for me. Gonna save it for another post in the future. Oh yeah, today is also the third day I've been listening to Paul's new album, it's been a three day streak of Gilbertology, heheh. There are so many things that I wanna blog these days but I haven't got the chance to, but it's mostly about Paul anyway, HONESTLY I'M SO EXCITED!!!
Right now as I'm penning my thoughts, it's already 8AM in the morning. Gonna go bath and straighten the hair(not pubic) soon so this will be a short one. By the way, I'm considering moving to another host for my blog since these fucking Chinese spammers are flooding my comment space. Sounds nice at first, cause it gives the fallacy that I'm generating lots of comments but it's getting annoying now.
Most probably I'll be cracking my skull trying to get a new name for the blog, as the current one is deemed too complicated since ages ago, I just haven't thought of a nice name but I have one right now. Why the change, you might ask? Well, I've been thinking a lot lately.... ABOUT PAUL!! I've never been influenced this much all my life. Makes me just wanna devote my everything just to become the man he is. Sounds gay? Nah, you just don't understand a big fan.
Anyway, if there are any tech geeks out there reading this, mind telling me how do I move my archives to a new host? I'll tell you guys about the new URL when I have totally decided. All the best and most importantly, have fun reading (and listening to Paul's new album)
Right now as I'm penning my thoughts, it's already 8AM in the morning. Gonna go bath and straighten the hair(not pubic) soon so this will be a short one. By the way, I'm considering moving to another host for my blog since these fucking Chinese spammers are flooding my comment space. Sounds nice at first, cause it gives the fallacy that I'm generating lots of comments but it's getting annoying now.
Most probably I'll be cracking my skull trying to get a new name for the blog, as the current one is deemed too complicated since ages ago, I just haven't thought of a nice name but I have one right now. Why the change, you might ask? Well, I've been thinking a lot lately.... ABOUT PAUL!! I've never been influenced this much all my life. Makes me just wanna devote my everything just to become the man he is. Sounds gay? Nah, you just don't understand a big fan.
Anyway, if there are any tech geeks out there reading this, mind telling me how do I move my archives to a new host? I'll tell you guys about the new URL when I have totally decided. All the best and most importantly, have fun reading (and listening to Paul's new album)
Friday, June 11, 2010
FUZZDATE
And a video o saying the usual "IT'S MY BEST PLAYING BLABLABLA BUY THIS SHIT"!!!! But it's all good cause only Paul sounds sincere when he say that.
Wow, this is the first time hearing about exploding heads sound so sexy. Give me dat shit, yo! Lastly, remembe, you saw it here first!!
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Baffling Case of Gnomes and Ducks
I remembered this clearly like it was a Paul Gilbert video I watched. It's May 31st. And tomorrow's Christmas. Someone bought me a new PC but I forgot who it was. When I pried my eyelids open, the lights in my luxurious room were out cause somebody fucked up the wiring to my PC. Astounding much? But it really happened.
It could really be that Paul Gilbert himself told me this but I somehow found the root of the problem. I glared intently at the towering trees covered in snow in front of me, right in this fuckin pimped out room of mine, coated with minimalists designs. Not only that, my instincts told me that if I just climbed up these trees and collect the rubber ducks, gnomes and wine glasses down and arrange them by category, the wiring complications would be solved.
Climbin' trees isn't for people like me but hey, as soon as I took my first jump I discovered that I had a knack for scaling up trees Wolverine style and slide down them. I collected all the required items for the repair and slid down the tree. The snow on the top portion of the bark made it easier but halfway through, the snow got lesser and miraculously I didn't hurt my thighs while sliding down.
I proceeded to arrange the ducks and gnomes and found out that Shan Shan (from Sweatlee's blog) was in my room. How convenient, now I have to arrange gnomes with a total stranger I've never met. After solving the Baffling Case of Gnomes and Ducks, the lightbulbs in the backyard lighted up. Me and Shan Shan stepped out and chatted. As of now, I can't quite recall what we talked about but I remembered her teasing me about my height. I was about to deliver a slap, with the always reliable master hand but her angelic smile deconstructed all the armor repelling me from her radiating presence.
After that, we went inside and climbed the stairs, presumably the one to my luxurious room. Out of the sudden, my eyes opened and I realized it's just a dream. A fucking weird dream -_-
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They say dreams are the golden road to your subconscious thoughts so I'm gonna try to relay these signals my brain are firing. Maybe I'm ready to move on. Maybe I'm not satisfied with my height. The rubber ducks and gnomes might represent the inner child in me that doesn't wanna grow up. It is possible that I'm easily infatuated with foreign girls. The luxurious room may very well mean that I still want to be ridiculously rich to the point that everyone hates me. As for the Christmas shit, I think it's cause I want a keyboard and a complete upgrade for my RG565. As for the PC, YES I WANT ONE!!! But ultimately.....
maybe I just need a good fuck.
It could really be that Paul Gilbert himself told me this but I somehow found the root of the problem. I glared intently at the towering trees covered in snow in front of me, right in this fuckin pimped out room of mine, coated with minimalists designs. Not only that, my instincts told me that if I just climbed up these trees and collect the rubber ducks, gnomes and wine glasses down and arrange them by category, the wiring complications would be solved.
"We want our overdued acknowledgement in electrical engineering!"
Climbin' trees isn't for people like me but hey, as soon as I took my first jump I discovered that I had a knack for scaling up trees Wolverine style and slide down them. I collected all the required items for the repair and slid down the tree. The snow on the top portion of the bark made it easier but halfway through, the snow got lesser and miraculously I didn't hurt my thighs while sliding down.
I proceeded to arrange the ducks and gnomes and found out that Shan Shan (from Sweatlee's blog) was in my room. How convenient, now I have to arrange gnomes with a total stranger I've never met. After solving the Baffling Case of Gnomes and Ducks, the lightbulbs in the backyard lighted up. Me and Shan Shan stepped out and chatted. As of now, I can't quite recall what we talked about but I remembered her teasing me about my height. I was about to deliver a slap, with the always reliable master hand but her angelic smile deconstructed all the armor repelling me from her radiating presence.
"My future backyard is somehow like this."
After that, we went inside and climbed the stairs, presumably the one to my luxurious room. Out of the sudden, my eyes opened and I realized it's just a dream. A fucking weird dream -_-
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They say dreams are the golden road to your subconscious thoughts so I'm gonna try to relay these signals my brain are firing. Maybe I'm ready to move on. Maybe I'm not satisfied with my height. The rubber ducks and gnomes might represent the inner child in me that doesn't wanna grow up. It is possible that I'm easily infatuated with foreign girls. The luxurious room may very well mean that I still want to be ridiculously rich to the point that everyone hates me. As for the Christmas shit, I think it's cause I want a keyboard and a complete upgrade for my RG565. As for the PC, YES I WANT ONE!!! But ultimately.....
maybe I just need a good fuck.
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Born In The Wrong Time
Apparently, everyone thinks it's cool to hate Justin Bieber nowadays. I'm not really sure, but some people just hate him cause it's the "in" thing to do, isn't it? Cut the boy some slack, will ya? That kid didn't suddenly have a number one hit by just sitting in front of his computer hating on other kids who made it. He tried and utilized every opportunity given to get to where he is today.
I dare you people to even post up a video of you singing in youtube. It's not easy gathering all that courage to do so and get some flak in the process. I don't understand these people, sitting in front of their computers typing shit and not doing shit with their lives. At least he did, God gave him lemonade and he raped that lemonade, cummed in it and conquer the lemonade albeit sexually. As for you people, God gave you lemonade and you just sat there and masturbate with your hands.
No questions asked, I fuckin loved that song "Baby" a couple of months ago. Sure, it's not gonna be on the greatest hits list but hey, at least he gets to buy a ps3 with the money. Personally, it's just that most of his songs suck, not himself. Anyway, maybe Bieber came out at the wrong time... Now, if only he were born in the 60s.. He could be....................... DONNY MOTHERFUCKIN OSMOND!!!!!
I dare you people to even post up a video of you singing in youtube. It's not easy gathering all that courage to do so and get some flak in the process. I don't understand these people, sitting in front of their computers typing shit and not doing shit with their lives. At least he did, God gave him lemonade and he raped that lemonade, cummed in it and conquer the lemonade albeit sexually. As for you people, God gave you lemonade and you just sat there and masturbate with your hands.
No questions asked, I fuckin loved that song "Baby" a couple of months ago. Sure, it's not gonna be on the greatest hits list but hey, at least he gets to buy a ps3 with the money. Personally, it's just that most of his songs suck, not himself. Anyway, maybe Bieber came out at the wrong time... Now, if only he were born in the 60s.. He could be....................... DONNY MOTHERFUCKIN OSMOND!!!!!
Friday, May 28, 2010
Return of the King
Remember, this site gives you the latest updates on Paul Gilbert!!! God I'm so excited that the child in me is screaming out of excitement as June 23 draws closer. Purely out of this gratification, I went to the Chinese and Japanese version of wikipedia and typed Paul Gilbert's name. And I got ポール・ギルバート and 保罗·布兰登·吉尔伯特. I have no idea what the pinyin for Chinese is, so it'd be nice if some Chinese educated chaps enlighten me. As for the Japanese version, I'm guessing it's something like Paolu Gilbakto or something. ISN'T THIS EXCITING?!?! YOU JUST FOUND OUT DIFFERENT WAYS TO SAY PAUL GILBERT!!!
This might be a little over the top but one of the reasons I'm writing so much Paul Gilbert in this blog is cause I hope Paul visits arguably the best site in KL, Borneo Island and some say Singapore too, which is this site.
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Anyway, until Paul's one man revival of the shred genre commences, I'll still be listening to Korean and Mandopop. Jay Chou came back with a new album. Well, his songwriting skills are still there but I don't understand why is he using auto-tune in one of his songs. It's not like he can't hit those high notes, goddamnit. Abrupt end.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Getting Older
Dayum, visited a couple of my friends' blogs and they all updated. So in order to not feel left out I've decided to breath new life into mine as well. Well actually, it's just cause I'm having my one week semester break right now and boredom is boring its boring self into my bored skull.
For those of you who cared, or actively uses facebook and have me in your friend list, you might noticed that it was my birthday on the 22nd of May. God, time passes so fast. I'm 23 already. I played DoTA on Garena last night until 3 something in the morning. My friends said they were sleepy so we had to stop. First thing that crossed my mind was;
"Goddamn they're sleepy when it's just 10pm?"
I tabbed out and realized that it's already 4fuckingAM. All of a sudden I felt so lifeless. Lifeless like "what the fuck I'm doing?" I woke up at 4pm and stared at the PC and BAM suddenly it's 4am. Time passes so fast especially when you're not paying attention. Anyway, back to the birthday shit.
I've never really celebrated my birthday before, no fancy parties and all that. Maybe once or twice, but those were in my primary school days. Growing up sucks. Growing older sucks even more. Reality hits you with its big dick and that dick grows bigger as you get older. Suddenly all these adult terms like down payment, salary, hentai rape, bondage, income tax, career advancement comes in. Then you realize you're gonna start slaving for the corporate world when you graduate from college.
Gone are the days where you just wake up and compete with friends to see who can sleep the longest in class without getting scolded. Gone are the days where you talk shit and play DoTA all day. Gone are the days where you just sleep late without worrying that your health might be failing you soon. Come to think of it, I never had any worries during my school days. Well.. most of my worries are about "Hmm are you gonna do a handjob or a blowjob tonight" or "Do I still have leftover condom in my wallet tonight?"
What's there to celebrate? If I'm not fucking Lee Hyori doggie style while playing God of War 3 on PS3, with Hyuna tongue-raping my ear and shamelessly complimenting my good looks, there's nothing to celebrate. The only birthday worth celebrating is when your girlfriend hits 18 and she thinks she's entitled to a cumshot to the belly... or face, depending on her fetishes. Just kidding, I don't have these kind of fantasies, really :(
But I guess the bottom line is, life goes on. I won't wish myself happy birthday, but I hope that I will have the courage to take all these shit that life throws at me, pick them up...shine em real nice.... keep shinin' it.... TURN THAT SUM BITCH SIDEWAYS AND STICK IT UP ITS CANDY ASS
For those of you who cared, or actively uses facebook and have me in your friend list, you might noticed that it was my birthday on the 22nd of May. God, time passes so fast. I'm 23 already. I played DoTA on Garena last night until 3 something in the morning. My friends said they were sleepy so we had to stop. First thing that crossed my mind was;
"Goddamn they're sleepy when it's just 10pm?"
I tabbed out and realized that it's already 4fuckingAM. All of a sudden I felt so lifeless. Lifeless like "what the fuck I'm doing?" I woke up at 4pm and stared at the PC and BAM suddenly it's 4am. Time passes so fast especially when you're not paying attention. Anyway, back to the birthday shit.
I've never really celebrated my birthday before, no fancy parties and all that. Maybe once or twice, but those were in my primary school days. Growing up sucks. Growing older sucks even more. Reality hits you with its big dick and that dick grows bigger as you get older. Suddenly all these adult terms like down payment, salary, hentai rape, bondage, income tax, career advancement comes in. Then you realize you're gonna start slaving for the corporate world when you graduate from college.
Gone are the days where you just wake up and compete with friends to see who can sleep the longest in class without getting scolded. Gone are the days where you talk shit and play DoTA all day. Gone are the days where you just sleep late without worrying that your health might be failing you soon. Come to think of it, I never had any worries during my school days. Well.. most of my worries are about "Hmm are you gonna do a handjob or a blowjob tonight" or "Do I still have leftover condom in my wallet tonight?"
What's there to celebrate? If I'm not fucking Lee Hyori doggie style while playing God of War 3 on PS3, with Hyuna tongue-raping my ear and shamelessly complimenting my good looks, there's nothing to celebrate. The only birthday worth celebrating is when your girlfriend hits 18 and she thinks she's entitled to a cumshot to the belly... or face, depending on her fetishes. Just kidding, I don't have these kind of fantasies, really :(
"The Gods have truly blessed you, Kratos."
But I guess the bottom line is, life goes on. I won't wish myself happy birthday, but I hope that I will have the courage to take all these shit that life throws at me, pick them up...shine em real nice.... keep shinin' it.... TURN THAT SUM BITCH SIDEWAYS AND STICK IT UP ITS CANDY ASS
Monday, April 19, 2010
I Died
Last night I died and then lived again after watching this video. FOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!
I don't know about this, but I think when a guy sees a girl with a hot body. The only sound they'll make are these:
"Ooooooh"
"Fooooooh" <--just add F in front of the ooooooh
"OOOOOOH"<-- this one is kinda like oooh but it's a long OH instead.
"xxxxiiiii"<--the sound you make when you grit your teeth and inhale. for a combo effect the practitioner is expected to then make a "HOOOOOOOO" exhaling sound.
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"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUU" <--supposed to end with a "CK" but then usually you'll die before finishing it. This expression is only reserved for people like Kate Beckinsale and Monica Bellucci. Paul Gilbert too, if you're gay.
As you have probably predicted, I did say FUUUUU and died before completing it. The curves, the fair skin, smooth legs, fat ass cheeks that beg some pinching action... XXXXXIIIIIIII.Sometimes, it makes you wonder why instead of these five and the usual cuss words like GODDAYUM!, people never see a chick with a hot bod and say, "Hmm I think this girl has good future prospects."
Preceding these hypocritically down to earth statements are always thoughts about wanting to fuck that said hot chick or just having her as a girlfriend. Needless to say, I made all four of these CONTINUOUSLY while wanting to just spread her legs ala how eagles spread their wings. I christen this move, the "Flying Eagle". This is just a short prelude to my next post. Which is obviously about girls! Have fun reading, and waiting.
I don't know about this, but I think when a guy sees a girl with a hot body. The only sound they'll make are these:
"Ooooooh"
"Fooooooh" <--just add F in front of the ooooooh
"OOOOOOH"<-- this one is kinda like oooh but it's a long OH instead.
"xxxxiiiii"<--the sound you make when you grit your teeth and inhale. for a combo effect the practitioner is expected to then make a "HOOOOOOOO" exhaling sound.
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
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"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUU" <--supposed to end with a "CK" but then usually you'll die before finishing it. This expression is only reserved for people like Kate Beckinsale and Monica Bellucci. Paul Gilbert too, if you're gay.
As you have probably predicted, I did say FUUUUU and died before completing it. The curves, the fair skin, smooth legs, fat ass cheeks that beg some pinching action... XXXXXIIIIIIII.Sometimes, it makes you wonder why instead of these five and the usual cuss words like GODDAYUM!, people never see a chick with a hot bod and say, "Hmm I think this girl has good future prospects."
one of the reasons why girls shouldn't have long hair
Preceding these hypocritically down to earth statements are always thoughts about wanting to fuck that said hot chick or just having her as a girlfriend. Needless to say, I made all four of these CONTINUOUSLY while wanting to just spread her legs ala how eagles spread their wings. I christen this move, the "Flying Eagle". This is just a short prelude to my next post. Which is obviously about girls! Have fun reading, and waiting.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Monday (Unexpected Continuation)
I meant coke. I giggled inside my heart like a 6 year old brat and said, "Yeah why not?" Then I remembered that I told Vincent I would write boring shit about how my day went cause we came to a conclusion that these shit garner more comments. Now that I've finished typing this post in 10 minutes, I want my 30+ comments, motherfuckers.
Oh wait, I haven't properly linked all my friends who blog so I have to do it now..... Okay it's done. While linking these blogs, I decided that after this I will dry my clothes and go to sleep.
Now that I've completely through with this shit in 13 minutes, I now want 50+ comments, you shit-eating unappreciative motherfuckers.
p.s. Wow, this is a fucking long post. Have fun reading!
p.p.s. Wa caocibai this post was too fucking long that my blog got fucked right after I posted this shit. My titles got screwed up, there weren't any archives and shit like that. I guess my life is kind of exciting.. heheh
p.p.s. Okay it was still fucked up. And I found out that it's because I didn't put an apostrophe ("<----this little dipshit right here) after i typed the html link to Vincent's blog. Yeah, my life is exciting. And I still want my now increased 70+ comments.
p.p.p.s. I edited the post before because I remembered DWFUCKTHISFUCKINGNAMEDOUBLEIKION messaged me on MSN. After that, I edited this post again to tell you fuckers this shit. I'm so honest sometimes I'm scared of myself. THIS IS A NO HOLDS BARRED HONEST POST THAT EVENTUALLY TOOK ME ALMOST HALF AN HOUR. END.
Oh wait, I haven't properly linked all my friends who blog so I have to do it now..... Okay it's done. While linking these blogs, I decided that after this I will dry my clothes and go to sleep.
Now that I've completely through with this shit in 13 minutes, I now want 50+ comments, you shit-eating unappreciative motherfuckers.
p.s. Wow, this is a fucking long post. Have fun reading!
p.p.s. Wa caocibai this post was too fucking long that my blog got fucked right after I posted this shit. My titles got screwed up, there weren't any archives and shit like that. I guess my life is kind of exciting.. heheh
p.p.s. Okay it was still fucked up. And I found out that it's because I didn't put an apostrophe ("<----this little dipshit right here) after i typed the html link to Vincent's blog. Yeah, my life is exciting. And I still want my now increased 70+ comments.
p.p.p.s. I edited the post before because I remembered DWFUCKTHISFUCKINGNAMEDOUBLEIKION messaged me on MSN. After that, I edited this post again to tell you fuckers this shit. I'm so honest sometimes I'm scared of myself. THIS IS A NO HOLDS BARRED HONEST POST THAT EVENTUALLY TOOK ME ALMOST HALF AN HOUR. END.
Monday
I woke up at around 1030 in the morning. How did I know? Cause I fucking looked at my phone after I woke up. Not contended with the sleep that I had, I continued to lie around (Always a good excuse for being lazy). Half an hour later, Steve Vai's Gentle Ways begin playing through my phone's speakers. Note to self: this song is beginning to annoy me. Remember to change alarm ringtone. Wake up call from a friend after that.
I got up and powered up the laptop, took off my pants and noticed my early morning erection. Too bad there's no pussy to go with this Godzilla dick of mine. I went to brush my teeth and take a bath. I forgot to wash my formal clothes last week so I decided to wear the same shit I last wore. I didn't tell a soul so I hope nobody finds out. I proceeded to dry my hair and shit. Hey, even men have to take care of their appearance these days, fuck society norms.
After dicking around on facebook, I went down to my Myvi(小红）and fetched my friend and we went for lunch at some fucking overpriced chicken rice restaurant of some sort. I paid RM50 but she gave me another RM50 back. I suddenly think that was the best chicken rice I've ever had. I finally gave in to my addiction and went to 71(some 24/7 shop that has clearly no originality). We then went to college.
Waited for around 15 fucking minutes for the van. I had the urge to just take off my pants and walk to college, it was THAT hot. Or maybe it's the feminine me talking to myself. Reached college and daydream for an hour and half. Halfway through, this China friend decided that he wants to be disturbed and asked me why I didn't hold his hand up so that the teacher will ask him to answer the question, because I did it to my other friend. I was afraid that he'd cry so I did it to him. He then squealed... or something like that and proceeded to hit me twice. The teacher said something like this,
"Why are you touching him. Please sit in front!!!"
Jesus Christ, you didn't have to make me into a rape victim, do you? She said it as if I complied to the rape itself. Fuck that shit. Anyway, class ended and we went to another class. Blabla boring bullshit I sat through the whole class trying to hide from the teacher's view cause I was feeling sleepy. After that class, Raymond called me and asked if I wanted to go for dinner at 5 fucking 30. I'm afraid of loneliness so I agreed to fetch Wei Jian. He then called me again and said it's cancelled. Yay!
I went home and chatted with my friend while browsing some comedy sites/forums with hope that those long lost creative juices will start flowing again. Listened to 陈奕迅's 你的背包 for the rest of the night. Around 8, we went to Carrefour for KFC since we're feeling like eating some chicken. I don't know about them but I did. There never really was a choice, heheh. We finished and got lost in the carpark for a few seconds.
Came back at 9 and continued listening to that song. Chatted with a friend again while re-reading michaelooi.net. This guy should be given a Nobel Prize just for blogging, no shit. Around 12 something, my friend wanted to sleep so I said goodnight and bye bye.
Somewhere in between, my friend DW some fucking double-I kion (what a fucking confusing name) messaged me on MSN and said hello. Well, his version of hello is, "hey let's go gg(Garena a.k.a. DoTA). I declined cause I didn't feel like playing on this piece of shit laptop. I think that answer sparked the inner gay in him because he started talking about wanting me to buttfuck him and some shit like that. I closed his window straight away.
Then I continued reading and reading. Wei Jian came in to Randall's room (Sorry man, but it's my territory for this one week) and asked me if I wanted some cock.....
I got up and powered up the laptop, took off my pants and noticed my early morning erection. Too bad there's no pussy to go with this Godzilla dick of mine. I went to brush my teeth and take a bath. I forgot to wash my formal clothes last week so I decided to wear the same shit I last wore. I didn't tell a soul so I hope nobody finds out. I proceeded to dry my hair and shit. Hey, even men have to take care of their appearance these days, fuck society norms.
After dicking around on facebook, I went down to my Myvi(小红）and fetched my friend and we went for lunch at some fucking overpriced chicken rice restaurant of some sort. I paid RM50 but she gave me another RM50 back. I suddenly think that was the best chicken rice I've ever had. I finally gave in to my addiction and went to 71(some 24/7 shop that has clearly no originality). We then went to college.
Waited for around 15 fucking minutes for the van. I had the urge to just take off my pants and walk to college, it was THAT hot. Or maybe it's the feminine me talking to myself. Reached college and daydream for an hour and half. Halfway through, this China friend decided that he wants to be disturbed and asked me why I didn't hold his hand up so that the teacher will ask him to answer the question, because I did it to my other friend. I was afraid that he'd cry so I did it to him. He then squealed... or something like that and proceeded to hit me twice. The teacher said something like this,
"Why are you touching him. Please sit in front!!!"
Jesus Christ, you didn't have to make me into a rape victim, do you? She said it as if I complied to the rape itself. Fuck that shit. Anyway, class ended and we went to another class. Blabla boring bullshit I sat through the whole class trying to hide from the teacher's view cause I was feeling sleepy. After that class, Raymond called me and asked if I wanted to go for dinner at 5 fucking 30. I'm afraid of loneliness so I agreed to fetch Wei Jian. He then called me again and said it's cancelled. Yay!
I went home and chatted with my friend while browsing some comedy sites/forums with hope that those long lost creative juices will start flowing again. Listened to 陈奕迅's 你的背包 for the rest of the night. Around 8, we went to Carrefour for KFC since we're feeling like eating some chicken. I don't know about them but I did. There never really was a choice, heheh. We finished and got lost in the carpark for a few seconds.
Came back at 9 and continued listening to that song. Chatted with a friend again while re-reading michaelooi.net. This guy should be given a Nobel Prize just for blogging, no shit. Around 12 something, my friend wanted to sleep so I said goodnight and bye bye.
Somewhere in between, my friend DW some fucking double-I kion (what a fucking confusing name) messaged me on MSN and said hello. Well, his version of hello is, "hey let's go gg(Garena a.k.a. DoTA). I declined cause I didn't feel like playing on this piece of shit laptop. I think that answer sparked the inner gay in him because he started talking about wanting me to buttfuck him and some shit like that. I closed his window straight away.
Then I continued reading and reading. Wei Jian came in to Randall's room (Sorry man, but it's my territory for this one week) and asked me if I wanted some cock.....
Thursday, March 25, 2010
My Way Killings
I'm not gonna write anything original today. Life isn't really inspiring when you're sitting in front of your computer the whole day, for days. But as usual, reversedkyanon is here to bring you all the interesting obscure facts from all around the world. What I'm about to paste are snippets from a wikipedia page on "My Way Killings". Why snippets? Cause I know you motherfuckers can't stand reading too much shit on the internet when you're diagnosed with ADD. Fuck you guys, seriously.
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The "My Way" killings are a social phenomenon in the Philippines, where the killing of karaoke singers who get into disputes about their renditions of Frank Sinatra's signature tune, "My Way", has led some bars to ban the song and other singers to abstain from singing it. Opinions differ over whether the deadly pattern is due more to the coincidence that the song was frequently sung amid the violence of the nation's karaoke bars or to the aggressive lyrics of the song itself.
On May 29, 2007, a 29-year-old karaoke singer of "My Way" at a bar in San Mateo, Rizal, was shot dead as he sang the tune, allegedly by the bar's security guard, who was arrested after the incident. According to reports, the guard complained that the young man's rendition was off-key, and when the victim refused to stop singing, the guard pulled out a .38-caliber pistol and shot the man dead.
Some Filipinos, even those who love the song, won't sing it in public in order to avoid trouble.
"Karaoke rage" is not just limited to "My Way" in the Philippines. "There have been several reported cases of singers being assaulted, shot or stabbed mid-performance, usually over how songs are sung,"
In Malaysia in 2008, a man at a coffee shop hogged the karaoke microphone so long he was stabbed to death by other patrons.
In Thailand, a man was arrested on charges that he shot to death eight neighbors, one of whom was his brother-in-law, in a dispute stemming from several karaoke offerings, including repeated renditions of John Denver's "Country Roads".
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To a certain Wong Hii Kion, you better watch out next time when you go sing with us. Remember folks, alcoholic drinks can make friends enemies. But people who jump song queues and keep the mic for themselves will make friends MURDERERS!
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The "My Way" killings are a social phenomenon in the Philippines, where the killing of karaoke singers who get into disputes about their renditions of Frank Sinatra's signature tune, "My Way", has led some bars to ban the song and other singers to abstain from singing it. Opinions differ over whether the deadly pattern is due more to the coincidence that the song was frequently sung amid the violence of the nation's karaoke bars or to the aggressive lyrics of the song itself.
On May 29, 2007, a 29-year-old karaoke singer of "My Way" at a bar in San Mateo, Rizal, was shot dead as he sang the tune, allegedly by the bar's security guard, who was arrested after the incident. According to reports, the guard complained that the young man's rendition was off-key, and when the victim refused to stop singing, the guard pulled out a .38-caliber pistol and shot the man dead.
Some Filipinos, even those who love the song, won't sing it in public in order to avoid trouble.
look into my eyes... AND KILL THAT ANNOYING MOTHERFUCKER BESIDE YOU!
"Karaoke rage" is not just limited to "My Way" in the Philippines. "There have been several reported cases of singers being assaulted, shot or stabbed mid-performance, usually over how songs are sung,"
In Malaysia in 2008, a man at a coffee shop hogged the karaoke microphone so long he was stabbed to death by other patrons.
In Thailand, a man was arrested on charges that he shot to death eight neighbors, one of whom was his brother-in-law, in a dispute stemming from several karaoke offerings, including repeated renditions of John Denver's "Country Roads".
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now we know why it's not called bloodbox
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To a certain Wong Hii Kion, you better watch out next time when you go sing with us. Remember folks, alcoholic drinks can make friends enemies. But people who jump song queues and keep the mic for themselves will make friends MURDERERS!
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
If I Worked for Jack
The silence of the night gently ushered me to sleep right after I decided that there was enough bullshit hands dealt to me in Zynga's Poker game on Facebook. Setting the alarm to wake me up at 1pm the next day, I slipped into my pajamas and lied on the bed anticipating a good night sleep. Out of a sudden, Mr. Big's Green Tinted Sixties Mind played on my cellphone. It was a phone call. From Jack Neo a.k.a. 梁智强.
"Hey Chun Kiat, I'm in deep shit right now. It's going to be on the news tomorrow."
"Calm down Jack, tell me what you need. You KNOW my motherfucking brilliance will get you out of whatever shithole you're in." I replied after sensing a grave tone in his speech.
He exhaled after a moment of definite silence. I can almost smell the faint scent of cigarette smoke coming out of his mouth. Dunhill. Lights. 20s. Bought at the 7-11 right across the road... At least that's what he told me the last time we talked. I chose not to disclose this personal addiction of his to his mother.
"Chun Kiat, this is going to fuck my reputation up. Even thought half of these motherfuckers are fucking sluts right inside their Alphards parked in their garage while their wives are making chicken rice for them, they still want to condemn me for this."
"WHAT EXACTLY HAPPENED?! WHO DID YOU FUCK WITH THIS TIME?!" I screamed into the phone, prompting my mom to threaten me with a spank on the ass for not sleeping at 5am.
"Wendy. Wendy Chong. There's a press conference tomorrow, you gotta pull me out of this dump. And I swear by God, if you don't come up with something good, I'm going to turn into a vampire and bite you. Then I'll flip your wallet for your ID, locate your home and bite all your family members. They'll bite the others and when the time comes, I'll have these fucking vampires descend upon Singapore. Their blood is in your hands, darling.
Right then I was sweating like a porn star doing a 40 men gangbang. Intense. I calmly replied, "I'll get it done. Just make sure you keep the pussies coming."
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JACK NEO'S OFFICIAL APOLOGY TO PUBLIC (FIRST AND FINAL DRAFT)
Good morning to members of the press, friends, family, aunties, uncles, haters who think this is a publicity stunt for my next movie, Being Human Being. Today, I plan to settle this in a matured, adult way and hopefully will convince you all that I am not the God of Movies in Singapore and that I am merely, a human being.
MY NAME
I believe you all know me as Jack Neo. If you like wordplay, you can also address me by my other name, Jack "The One". Ponder for just a bit on that name. Are there any Malaysians here? I dare you to name any other actor-director in the movie industry of Singapore other than me. You can't.
Which is why I clearly don't agree with some of these men standing here today, making claims that I am filthy and that they would never have done what I did. Of course you wouldn't have done it. Your name doesn't begin with Jack. And one thing for sure, your surname isn't NEO. You don't know how it's like living like me. You can't comprehend the sheer power and influence I have over this industry. You have not seen temptations like I had. We're playing a different ball game because if this world is The Matrix, then I am the one doing all the bullet evading shit while you play your role of dying, lonely and full of your so-called integrity and loyalty to family.
MY SUCCESS
In Singapore, everyone knows me. I am the reason that Malaysian directors can't stand up against us in the movie industry. I made me into what I am today, all by my own hard work and you're saying pussy doesn't come along with success? You don't know how hard it was during my early years. How many women have you known who wants to fuck with a comedian playing Liang Po Po and Liang XiMei on TV? I literally sacrificed my dignity to get to where I am today and you're saying the side dish on the menu is not related to pussy? You, my friend, clearly do not understand that in this country, you gotta make the money first. Then when you get the money, you get the power. Then when you get the power, then you get the women.
MY MARRIAGE
Half of you here don't even care what happens to me. But isn't it true to the nature of human beings to personally see through the downfall of someone successful? This is ridiculous. Are you buying my DVDs and going to see my films because I'm a faithful husband, or that my movies kicks South East Asian ass? You media people make it look like I'm the one at fault. People say I'm lucky that my wife forgave me. FORGAVE ME?! BLUARRRRGHHHHH FORGAVE ME??!! .....Yes, my wife forgave me and said she has known about this all along. Don't beat yourself to sleep at night screaming "WHY!!?", drawing weird stares from your kids. Well I'll tell you why. I have Old Town White Coffees scattered all around Singapore. I make satirical movies that people like. I am a successful actor, director, writer, host and businessman.
If that doesn't set in to your brain nicely. Repeat this:
I. AM. JACK. NEO.
Thank you.
"Hey Chun Kiat, I'm in deep shit right now. It's going to be on the news tomorrow."
"Calm down Jack, tell me what you need. You KNOW my motherfucking brilliance will get you out of whatever shithole you're in." I replied after sensing a grave tone in his speech.
He exhaled after a moment of definite silence. I can almost smell the faint scent of cigarette smoke coming out of his mouth. Dunhill. Lights. 20s. Bought at the 7-11 right across the road... At least that's what he told me the last time we talked. I chose not to disclose this personal addiction of his to his mother.
the smell of cigarettes. and sex scandals.
"Chun Kiat, this is going to fuck my reputation up. Even thought half of these motherfuckers are fucking sluts right inside their Alphards parked in their garage while their wives are making chicken rice for them, they still want to condemn me for this."
"WHAT EXACTLY HAPPENED?! WHO DID YOU FUCK WITH THIS TIME?!" I screamed into the phone, prompting my mom to threaten me with a spank on the ass for not sleeping at 5am.
"Wendy. Wendy Chong. There's a press conference tomorrow, you gotta pull me out of this dump. And I swear by God, if you don't come up with something good, I'm going to turn into a vampire and bite you. Then I'll flip your wallet for your ID, locate your home and bite all your family members. They'll bite the others and when the time comes, I'll have these fucking vampires descend upon Singapore. Their blood is in your hands, darling.
Right then I was sweating like a porn star doing a 40 men gangbang. Intense. I calmly replied, "I'll get it done. Just make sure you keep the pussies coming."
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JACK NEO'S OFFICIAL APOLOGY TO PUBLIC (FIRST AND FINAL DRAFT)
Good morning to members of the press, friends, family, aunties, uncles, haters who think this is a publicity stunt for my next movie, Being Human Being. Today, I plan to settle this in a matured, adult way and hopefully will convince you all that I am not the God of Movies in Singapore and that I am merely, a human being.
MY NAME
I believe you all know me as Jack Neo. If you like wordplay, you can also address me by my other name, Jack "The One". Ponder for just a bit on that name. Are there any Malaysians here? I dare you to name any other actor-director in the movie industry of Singapore other than me. You can't.
obviously someone spelled "pussy" incorrectly
Which is why I clearly don't agree with some of these men standing here today, making claims that I am filthy and that they would never have done what I did. Of course you wouldn't have done it. Your name doesn't begin with Jack. And one thing for sure, your surname isn't NEO. You don't know how it's like living like me. You can't comprehend the sheer power and influence I have over this industry. You have not seen temptations like I had. We're playing a different ball game because if this world is The Matrix, then I am the one doing all the bullet evading shit while you play your role of dying, lonely and full of your so-called integrity and loyalty to family.
MY SUCCESS
In Singapore, everyone knows me. I am the reason that Malaysian directors can't stand up against us in the movie industry. I made me into what I am today, all by my own hard work and you're saying pussy doesn't come along with success? You don't know how hard it was during my early years. How many women have you known who wants to fuck with a comedian playing Liang Po Po and Liang XiMei on TV? I literally sacrificed my dignity to get to where I am today and you're saying the side dish on the menu is not related to pussy? You, my friend, clearly do not understand that in this country, you gotta make the money first. Then when you get the money, you get the power. Then when you get the power, then you get the women.
the Gospel of Tony
MY MARRIAGE
Half of you here don't even care what happens to me. But isn't it true to the nature of human beings to personally see through the downfall of someone successful? This is ridiculous. Are you buying my DVDs and going to see my films because I'm a faithful husband, or that my movies kicks South East Asian ass? You media people make it look like I'm the one at fault. People say I'm lucky that my wife forgave me. FORGAVE ME?! BLUARRRRGHHHHH FORGAVE ME??!! .....Yes, my wife forgave me and said she has known about this all along. Don't beat yourself to sleep at night screaming "WHY!!?", drawing weird stares from your kids. Well I'll tell you why. I have Old Town White Coffees scattered all around Singapore. I make satirical movies that people like. I am a successful actor, director, writer, host and businessman.
you'd fuck this guy if you know what's good for you in Singapore
If that doesn't set in to your brain nicely. Repeat this:
I. AM. JACK. NEO.
Thank you.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Giving
EDIT:
Okay I think it's time for me to clear this up. Remember when I said I think I didn't get the right message across through the initial post? I was right and I'll rephrase the main point. I'm definitely not saying that we need no reason to give. What I wanted to say is, to give without basing your reason on good or bad. JUST GIVE TO FOR THE SAKE OF GIVING. Don't give cause he's poor. Don't give cause you need his help. Just give cause you feel like giving, with zero expectations.
I'm not gonna rewrite the whole post so just read this shit.
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Things are beginning to get stale here so it's time for another update. But then, what is there to talk about? Yeah I'm back in Sarawak after 4 months. You know, sometimes I feel like blogging about Sarawak and life here but it's just straight fucked up and boring. West Malaysians are still taking our resources and develop their peninsular while we still get called tree-dwellers or some shit about we swimming to go shopping. So fuck that. The connection here is fucking with me and I'm so the very uninspired. Gonna leave this here and go watch some youtube videos.
Okay, I'm back.. after 3 hours of reading inane articles.
Have you guys ever wondered if it's possible to just help people just for the hell of it? I mean, for no reasons, you just give that guy a punch cause his face needed beautification. Oh wait, that sounds wrong. Let's try this. You just for no reason, gave a kid you passed by a lollipop. Ah damn, all these examples are terrible.
The main point is, are humans capable of giving just for the sake of giving? Let me clear the confusion out of your mind. By saying, 'just cause you wanna give', I meant CAN HUMANS GIVE WITHOUT EXPECTING ANYTHING AT ALL? All bullshit aside, let's ask ourselves some questions. Isn't it true that most of us give because-
-we think some old hag is poor
-we think he needs help
-we have spare change
-we need help in return
-she's got pussy and you coincidentally have a dick (and vice versa, I'm not sexist)
-we wanna get to heaven
These examples signifies that most people, if not all still give something for a reason. Can't we just walk up to a rich guy with everything in the world and give him something? Can we not give money away to people just cause they're poor? Can Paul Gilbert just give a PGM401 to me without ever considering my total devotion for him?
It appears to me lately (I really mean for the past 3 hours) that people give for a reason. Now I'm just sayin', people do give for good and bad reasons, but they RARELY, AND I MEAN MOTHERFUCKIN RARELY give for no reason. And I'm just trying to be safe just in case some motherfucker decides to get all Einstein on me and prove me wrong. Personally, I've never encountered any.
This post is not about right or wrong, I'm just pondering why can't people give for no reason. Oh, I forgot to mention, it's also cause I'm jealous.
You know, what riles me up nowadays is that rich people give shit away cause, "Oh this old man is very poor. I'm gonna cry myself to sleep if I don't give him shit." That's some noble shit but I can't stomach this. And yes you're correct, it's cause I'm not at the receiving end of this giving business. I'm jealous, so I wanna hide behind my computer and complain by coming up with silly reasonings to cope with my jealousy.
p.s. I'm kinda sad after writing this because I think I wasn't able to get the message that I really wanted to convey to you people with my level of command over English. So, here's one big FUCK to that.
Okay I think it's time for me to clear this up. Remember when I said I think I didn't get the right message across through the initial post? I was right and I'll rephrase the main point. I'm definitely not saying that we need no reason to give. What I wanted to say is, to give without basing your reason on good or bad. JUST GIVE TO FOR THE SAKE OF GIVING. Don't give cause he's poor. Don't give cause you need his help. Just give cause you feel like giving, with zero expectations.
I'm not gonna rewrite the whole post so just read this shit.
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Things are beginning to get stale here so it's time for another update. But then, what is there to talk about? Yeah I'm back in Sarawak after 4 months. You know, sometimes I feel like blogging about Sarawak and life here but it's just straight fucked up and boring. West Malaysians are still taking our resources and develop their peninsular while we still get called tree-dwellers or some shit about we swimming to go shopping. So fuck that. The connection here is fucking with me and I'm so the very uninspired. Gonna leave this here and go watch some youtube videos.
Okay, I'm back.. after 3 hours of reading inane articles.
Have you guys ever wondered if it's possible to just help people just for the hell of it? I mean, for no reasons, you just give that guy a punch cause his face needed beautification. Oh wait, that sounds wrong. Let's try this. You just for no reason, gave a kid you passed by a lollipop. Ah damn, all these examples are terrible.
The main point is, are humans capable of giving just for the sake of giving? Let me clear the confusion out of your mind. By saying, 'just cause you wanna give', I meant CAN HUMANS GIVE WITHOUT EXPECTING ANYTHING AT ALL? All bullshit aside, let's ask ourselves some questions. Isn't it true that most of us give because-
-we think some old hag is poor
-we think he needs help
-we have spare change
-we need help in return
-she's got pussy and you coincidentally have a dick (and vice versa, I'm not sexist)
-we wanna get to heaven
These examples signifies that most people, if not all still give something for a reason. Can't we just walk up to a rich guy with everything in the world and give him something? Can we not give money away to people just cause they're poor? Can Paul Gilbert just give a PGM401 to me without ever considering my total devotion for him?
It appears to me lately (I really mean for the past 3 hours) that people give for a reason. Now I'm just sayin', people do give for good and bad reasons, but they RARELY, AND I MEAN MOTHERFUCKIN RARELY give for no reason. And I'm just trying to be safe just in case some motherfucker decides to get all Einstein on me and prove me wrong. Personally, I've never encountered any.
This post is not about right or wrong, I'm just pondering why can't people give for no reason. Oh, I forgot to mention, it's also cause I'm jealous.
You know, what riles me up nowadays is that rich people give shit away cause, "Oh this old man is very poor. I'm gonna cry myself to sleep if I don't give him shit." That's some noble shit but I can't stomach this. And yes you're correct, it's cause I'm not at the receiving end of this giving business. I'm jealous, so I wanna hide behind my computer and complain by coming up with silly reasonings to cope with my jealousy.
p.s. I'm kinda sad after writing this because I think I wasn't able to get the message that I really wanted to convey to you people with my level of command over English. So, here's one big FUCK to that.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
You Guys Asked For It
I remember some band came out with their version of Michael's Jackson "Beat It" sometime ago. Or maybe a few years before. I don't know. But what I know is guitar players (shredders especially) facepalmed themselves repeatedly cause they think John Mayer ruined the shred-y solo that Van Halen originally played. Others moaned in dismay just because it's Fall Out Boy.
But then came December 8, 2009. These critics learnt that they are gonna get what they ask, in lethal dose. Somehow, somewhere.. Yngwie Malmsteen answered their prayers while eating his daily intake of Big Macs, or maybe just some fuckin' donuts. I don't know which. I found out today that last December, Yngwie came up with another compilation album again and in it, there's a cover of "Beat It". Taken from wikipedia, it says there that this is one of his "most masterful performances since 1993".
I wasn't planning on writing today but this shit is just too funny. I was laughing like it was Comedy Central right here at my apartment. Dear guitar players, will you side with Yngwie, or Van Halen?
Brace yourself, cause here it comes. "Beat It" by the Viking himself.
p.s. OH BY THE WAY PAUL UPDATED HIS SITE SAYING THAT HE IS IN THE PROCESS OF RECORDING OH MY GOD I'M CUMMING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
But then came December 8, 2009. These critics learnt that they are gonna get what they ask, in lethal dose. Somehow, somewhere.. Yngwie Malmsteen answered their prayers while eating his daily intake of Big Macs, or maybe just some fuckin' donuts. I don't know which. I found out today that last December, Yngwie came up with another compilation album again and in it, there's a cover of "Beat It". Taken from wikipedia, it says there that this is one of his "most masterful performances since 1993".
I wasn't planning on writing today but this shit is just too funny. I was laughing like it was Comedy Central right here at my apartment. Dear guitar players, will you side with Yngwie, or Van Halen?
Brace yourself, cause here it comes. "Beat It" by the Viking himself.
p.s. OH BY THE WAY PAUL UPDATED HIS SITE SAYING THAT HE IS IN THE PROCESS OF RECORDING OH MY GOD I'M CUMMING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Appearing Offline
Everyone probably has that friend who constantly appears offline in their MSN. Not that I undermine my ability to comprehend these things, but one thing that annoys me is that when they appear offline, they still look for people to talk to or somehow replies to whoever that messages them.
Why the fuck bother?
Why the fuck do you bother replying these people when your true intention is to not let anyone know that you're on the internet? Let me tell you something. When you appear offline, you are sending out the message that YOU ARE NOT THERE. And even if you're there, it just means that YOU DO NOT WANT TO TALK TO PEOPLE. That's what Appear Offline is for. It's for you to isolate yourself from the rest of the world while you masturbate to the latest porn collection from redtube or wherever the fuck your resources are from.
Which leads to my next point..
There are some really weird people with a couple of screws loose who spends every moment of their time in MSN appearing offline. For fuck's sake then why did you download MSN in the first place? Okay, I understand that maybe you have a certain person that you'll want to keep in contact with. So why not block the others? If you're certain you won't talk to them anymore, just block+delete them, doesn't that makes life easier for the one you want to talk to and also yourself?
I just don't understand Appear Offline, especially those who do it 70% of their time in MSN. Might as well delete all the other contacts you have or uninstall your MSN.
Why the fuck bother?
Why the fuck do you bother replying these people when your true intention is to not let anyone know that you're on the internet? Let me tell you something. When you appear offline, you are sending out the message that YOU ARE NOT THERE. And even if you're there, it just means that YOU DO NOT WANT TO TALK TO PEOPLE. That's what Appear Offline is for. It's for you to isolate yourself from the rest of the world while you masturbate to the latest porn collection from redtube or wherever the fuck your resources are from.
Which leads to my next point..
There are some really weird people with a couple of screws loose who spends every moment of their time in MSN appearing offline. For fuck's sake then why did you download MSN in the first place? Okay, I understand that maybe you have a certain person that you'll want to keep in contact with. So why not block the others? If you're certain you won't talk to them anymore, just block+delete them, doesn't that makes life easier for the one you want to talk to and also yourself?
I just don't understand Appear Offline, especially those who do it 70% of their time in MSN. Might as well delete all the other contacts you have or uninstall your MSN.
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
The Divine Cycle
People say that I'm all 30% asshole and 70% no feelings, and I say they're 100% correct. If yours truly do truly make it in life, I believe that the reason is because I'm great at being an ass. Begging people to believe my principles and views are like screaming to an endless stretch of a wall. But since this is the place where you read, you might as well read or never come here again (secretly, I meant hiding behind your computer and laugh at my penned words).
If there's anything more factual than the fact that Paul Gilbert is God, it's the fact that I hate beggars. Before you start running your mouth, beating the next Olympic Gold Medalist, please allow me to explain.
I promptly believe that they are only three social stages on earth. First, are the rich people a.k.a. the powerful ones. Second, the ones stuck in the middle a.k.a. working class. Lastly, the poor ones a.k.a. beggars.
The RICH
You know they always say the rich gets richer, the poor gets poorer. And I throw my hats off to these people whenever they say it... Well when I don't wear hats I throw the middle finger of respect. These people are here to control the middle one. Give inspirations, telling you that anyone can make it if they work hard enough (for them) and buy shits (their shit). Ergo, everything goes well and the earth still revolves around the sun and you'll still be buried 6 feet under, full of debt when everything ends for you. If Abraham Lincoln didn't abolish slavery, you might as well call me a slave from this moment on, it makes no difference.
The MIDDLE CLASS
The middle class people? They're here to feed the rich people. They strive and brave mighty currents of shit waves thrown at them each and everyday to make ends meet. They tell themselves they can make it if they just put enough effort. Yeah yeah, in the great course of their life they'll get promotions and whatnot. But at the end of the day, they'll wonder why they're not advancing to the top yet. It is a universal fact that the most asked questions of a normal working class guy are, "Am I not working hard enough?" and "Hmm, did I suck enough corporate cocks today?" I don't know, but it's most probable that wikipedia has an article on sucking corporate cocks. If there aren't any, just make sure to check this page out.
The BEGGARS
Now comes the biggest part, the poor ones who will from now onwards be referred as the beggars. Beggars plays a big role in this post because they have only one objective, and that is the scare the shit out of the middle class people. They're here to remind the middle class that THEY WILL BECOME BEGGARS if they don't work their ass off. As of now, I'm secretly believing that the government are paying beggars for just.... being beggars. Now isn't that scary. I bet that if there aren't any beggars, the sun will start revolving around the moon and gays start getting abortions all around the world. The whole cycle will be destroyed!
-pictured above is the divine cycle of social status-
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Since I like guitar solos and you must be worshipping it too for the duration that you spend on this page, I'll compare this whole post with a solo.
The term "guitar solo" is the rich guy. The notes are the middle class. The beggars are the wrongly played notes, inaccuracies or mistakes.
People always remember solos as "that guitar solo from Sweet Child 'O Mine" and not "that G note from Sweet Child 'O Mine". Goddamnit there are so many G notes in that song by the we find out which note is it, John Cusack will be driving limos through earthquakes and tsunamis escaping the end of the world.
The solo will always be the term firstly used, then comes the particular note (because notes work for the boss). But that note must note be inaccurate, or it'll be rendered useless. The inaccurate note will exist solely to remind all those notes that if they moved around too freely, there's a 90% chance that they will be forever remembered as, "That awfully sounding note provides no meaning to the song."
Now please tell me why I shouldn't be scared of beggars.
One one last note, I'm fucking awesome.
If there's anything more factual than the fact that Paul Gilbert is God, it's the fact that I hate beggars. Before you start running your mouth, beating the next Olympic Gold Medalist, please allow me to explain.
I promptly believe that they are only three social stages on earth. First, are the rich people a.k.a. the powerful ones. Second, the ones stuck in the middle a.k.a. working class. Lastly, the poor ones a.k.a. beggars.
The RICH
You know they always say the rich gets richer, the poor gets poorer. And I throw my hats off to these people whenever they say it... Well when I don't wear hats I throw the middle finger of respect. These people are here to control the middle one. Give inspirations, telling you that anyone can make it if they work hard enough (for them) and buy shits (their shit). Ergo, everything goes well and the earth still revolves around the sun and you'll still be buried 6 feet under, full of debt when everything ends for you. If Abraham Lincoln didn't abolish slavery, you might as well call me a slave from this moment on, it makes no difference.
The MIDDLE CLASS
The middle class people? They're here to feed the rich people. They strive and brave mighty currents of shit waves thrown at them each and everyday to make ends meet. They tell themselves they can make it if they just put enough effort. Yeah yeah, in the great course of their life they'll get promotions and whatnot. But at the end of the day, they'll wonder why they're not advancing to the top yet. It is a universal fact that the most asked questions of a normal working class guy are, "Am I not working hard enough?" and "Hmm, did I suck enough corporate cocks today?" I don't know, but it's most probable that wikipedia has an article on sucking corporate cocks. If there aren't any, just make sure to check this page out.
The BEGGARS
Now comes the biggest part, the poor ones who will from now onwards be referred as the beggars. Beggars plays a big role in this post because they have only one objective, and that is the scare the shit out of the middle class people. They're here to remind the middle class that THEY WILL BECOME BEGGARS if they don't work their ass off. As of now, I'm secretly believing that the government are paying beggars for just.... being beggars. Now isn't that scary. I bet that if there aren't any beggars, the sun will start revolving around the moon and gays start getting abortions all around the world. The whole cycle will be destroyed!
-pictured above is the divine cycle of social status-
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Since I like guitar solos and you must be worshipping it too for the duration that you spend on this page, I'll compare this whole post with a solo.
The term "guitar solo" is the rich guy. The notes are the middle class. The beggars are the wrongly played notes, inaccuracies or mistakes.
People always remember solos as "that guitar solo from Sweet Child 'O Mine" and not "that G note from Sweet Child 'O Mine". Goddamnit there are so many G notes in that song by the we find out which note is it, John Cusack will be driving limos through earthquakes and tsunamis escaping the end of the world.
The solo will always be the term firstly used, then comes the particular note (because notes work for the boss). But that note must note be inaccurate, or it'll be rendered useless. The inaccurate note will exist solely to remind all those notes that if they moved around too freely, there's a 90% chance that they will be forever remembered as, "That awfully sounding note provides no meaning to the song."
Now please tell me why I shouldn't be scared of beggars.
One one last note, I'm fucking awesome.
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