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!

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?

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

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)

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!!

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.

"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.

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!!!!!