got another fucking speeding ticket.
for rm300 and my parents are making me pay for it.
fuck my life.
stupid malaysian roads.95km/h also fine like sohai.
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Open House
Well nothing much has been happening lately,trials are around the corner and everyone is studying to score in the exams.Somehow i just feel like i could not be bothered.I have no idea why.maybe i am losing interest in studies.
anyway last week during deepavali eve i decided to have an open house,nothing big,just a bunch of friends over.Did not let them drink a lot as i didnt want anyone drunk in my house so liquor was minimal(if you would call 3 bottles minimal).
when evon soo found my camera
:)
when evon soo found my camera:)
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
random ramblings
its 8/10/2009
the indonesian invasion suppose to have begun.
and yes.i'm scared shitless.
indonesian invasion says:
8/10 ade
gopal: dear mr president says:
lol
shit
my maid
attacking me
help
help
where do this morons come up with this shit.they call it "sweeping" the malaysians.
anyway,i have come up with a zillion reasons to leave malaysia.
1)democracy does not exist
2)education system sucks
3)cars are taxed 110% on original price(correct me if i'm wrong)
4)traffic
5)more traffic
6)and yes.even more traffic
7)samy velu is still alive
8)people in malaysia are going to get even more dumb once wawasan 2020 is reached.
english will not be recognised here.
9)performers have to "ikut etika berpakaian"
10)metal music is related to the satan
11)people here look at whites and blacks like aliens have just invaded earth
there are many other reason,they're just not coming to my mind right now.
but there are good things here
1)food
2)speeding boleh settle
3)ape-ape pun boleh settle
4)no natural disasters
on a lighter note,
all drama has been solved!yay!
oh,and my parents decided to ditch me while they go on a holiday to Egypt.on a cruise.
their reason:you must stay at home and study(*insert Indian accent)
the indonesian invasion suppose to have begun.
and yes.i'm scared shitless.
indonesian invasion says:
8/10 ade
gopal: dear mr president says:
lol
shit
my maid
attacking me
help
help
where do this morons come up with this shit.they call it "sweeping" the malaysians.
anyway,i have come up with a zillion reasons to leave malaysia.
1)democracy does not exist
2)education system sucks
3)cars are taxed 110% on original price(correct me if i'm wrong)
4)traffic
5)more traffic
6)and yes.even more traffic
7)samy velu is still alive
8)people in malaysia are going to get even more dumb once wawasan 2020 is reached.
english will not be recognised here.
9)performers have to "ikut etika berpakaian"
10)metal music is related to the satan
11)people here look at whites and blacks like aliens have just invaded earth
there are many other reason,they're just not coming to my mind right now.
but there are good things here
1)food
2)speeding boleh settle
3)ape-ape pun boleh settle
4)no natural disasters
on a lighter note,
all drama has been solved!yay!
oh,and my parents decided to ditch me while they go on a holiday to Egypt.on a cruise.
their reason:you must stay at home and study(*insert Indian accent)
Sunday, October 4, 2009
anger management
i am sorry,i should have not blamed you,but it was a honest mistake and it was wrong for me to assume that it was you my friend.i am truly sorry.
on the other hand,why make this a big deal?its something that happens so often.just continue with life for god's sake.why create drama among friends?every fucking place i go got some fucking drama.in wesley there was.now even in college.can we all fucking grow up?
i admit,i also do gossip for the fun of it but when things get serious i know how to shut the fuck up.i try to help my friends the best way i can but sometimes it gets misinterpreted and then its fucks me upside down.
so,now why don't we just leave all this behind and continue with life?
from now on if something happens don't come to me and drag me into any of this kind of shit.
settle it yourselfs.
why do must we be so self conscious?we've grown up,we're not those immature 16 year olds anymore.no one really gives a flying fuck of what goes on in people's life's.yes they may talk about it for awhile and then everything will be forgotten.if i was the one who made the mistake i will have to go through this shit.so i would think about it before i do it.
haih,this is my first hate post.i can't believe i actually wrote this.
on the other hand,why make this a big deal?its something that happens so often.just continue with life for god's sake.why create drama among friends?every fucking place i go got some fucking drama.in wesley there was.now even in college.can we all fucking grow up?
i admit,i also do gossip for the fun of it but when things get serious i know how to shut the fuck up.i try to help my friends the best way i can but sometimes it gets misinterpreted and then its fucks me upside down.
so,now why don't we just leave all this behind and continue with life?
from now on if something happens don't come to me and drag me into any of this kind of shit.
settle it yourselfs.
why do must we be so self conscious?we've grown up,we're not those immature 16 year olds anymore.no one really gives a flying fuck of what goes on in people's life's.yes they may talk about it for awhile and then everything will be forgotten.if i was the one who made the mistake i will have to go through this shit.so i would think about it before i do it.
haih,this is my first hate post.i can't believe i actually wrote this.
Lately I've been hard to reach, I've been too long on my own
Everybody has a private world, where they can be alone
Are you calling me? Are you trying to get through?
Are you reaching out for me? I'm reaching out for you
I'm just so fucking depressed, I just can't seem to get out this slump
If I could just get over this hump, but I need something to pull me out this dump
I took my bruises, took my lumps, fell down and I got right back up
But I need that spark to get psyched back up, in order for me to pick the mic back up
I don't know how or why or when, I ended up in this position I'm in
I'm starting to feel distant again, so I decided just to pick this pen
Up and try to make an attempt to vent, but I just can't admit, or come to grips
With the fact that I may be done with rap, I need a new outlet
And I know some shit's so hard to swallow, but I just can't sit back and wallow
In my own sorrow, but I know one fact: I'll be one tough act to follow
One tough act to follow, (I'll be) one tough act to follow
Here today, gone tomorrow, but you'd have to walk a thousand miles...
In my shoes, just to see, what it's like, to be me
I'll be you, let's trade shoes, just to see what it'd be like to
Feel your pain, you feel mine, go inside each others' minds
Just to see, what we'd find, look at shit through each others' eyes
But don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful (Ohhhh)
They can all get fucked, just stay true to you (Sooooo)
Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful (Ohhhh)
They can all get fucked, just stay true to you (Sooooo)
I think I'm starting to lose my sense of humor, everything's so tense and gloom, I
Almost feel like I gotta check the temperature of the room, just as soon as
I walk in, it's like all eyes on me, and so I try to avoid any eye contact
Cause if I do that, then it opens the door for conversation, like I want that
I'm not looking for extra attention, I just wanna be just like you
Blend in with the rest of the room, maybe just point me to the closest restroom
I don't need no fucking man servant, tryin' to follow me around and wipe my ass
And laugh at every single joke I crack, and half of 'em ain't even funny like "Hah!
Marshall you're so funny man, you should be a comedian, God damn"
Unfortunately I am, I just hide behind the tears of a clown
So why don't you all sit down, listen to the tale I'm about to tell
Hell, we don't gotta trade our shoes, and you ain't gotta walk no thousand miles...
In my shoes, just to see, what it's like, to be me
I'll be you, let's trade shoes, just to see what it'd be like to
Feel your pain, you feel mine, go inside each others' minds
Just to see, what we'd find, look at shit through each others' eyes
But don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful (Ohhhh)
They can all get fucked, just stay true to you (Sooooo)
Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful (Ohhhh)
They can all get fucked, just stay true to you (Sooooo)
Nobody asked for life to deal us, with these bullshit hands we're dealt
We gotta take these cards ourselves, and flip them, don't expect no help
Now I could of either, just sat on my ass and pissed and moaned
Or take this situation in which I'm placed in, and get up and get my own
I was never the type of kid to wait by the door, and pack his bags
Or sat on the porch and hoped and prayed, for a dad to show up who never did
I just wanted to fit in, every single place, every school I went
I dreamed of being that cool kid, even if it meant acting stupid
Aunt Edna always told me, "Keep making that face, it'll get stuck like that"
Meanwhile I'm just standing there, holding my tongue tryin' to talk like "thissss"
'Till I stuck my tongue on that frozen stop sign pole, at eight years old
I learned my lesson then, cause I wasn't trying to impress my friends no more
But I already told you my whole life story, not just based on my description
'Cause where you see it, from where you're sitting, it's probably a hundred and ten percent different
I guess we would have to walk a mile in each others' shoes at least
What size you wear? I wear tens, let's see if you can fit your feet...
In my shoes, just to see, what it's like, to be me
I'll be you, let's trade shoes, just to see what it'd be like to
Feel your pain, you feel mine, go inside each others' minds
Just to see what we'd find, look at shit through each others' eyes
But don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful (Ohhhh)
They can all get fucked, just stay true to you (Sooooo)
Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful (Ohhhh)
They can all get fucked, just stay true to you (Sooooo)
Lately I've been hard to reach, I've been too long on my own (Ohhhh)
Everybody has their private world, where they can be alone (Soooo)
Are you calling me? Are you trying to get through? (Ohhhh)
Are you reaching out for me? I'm reaching out for you (Soooo)
Yeah, to my babies, stay strong. Dad'll be home soon. And to the rest of the world, God gave you them shoes, to fit you, so put 'em on and wear 'em. Be yourself, man. Be proud of who you are. Even if it sounds corny, don't ever let no one tell you, you ain't beautiful.
this song actually means something.
Everybody has a private world, where they can be alone
Are you calling me? Are you trying to get through?
Are you reaching out for me? I'm reaching out for you
I'm just so fucking depressed, I just can't seem to get out this slump
If I could just get over this hump, but I need something to pull me out this dump
I took my bruises, took my lumps, fell down and I got right back up
But I need that spark to get psyched back up, in order for me to pick the mic back up
I don't know how or why or when, I ended up in this position I'm in
I'm starting to feel distant again, so I decided just to pick this pen
Up and try to make an attempt to vent, but I just can't admit, or come to grips
With the fact that I may be done with rap, I need a new outlet
And I know some shit's so hard to swallow, but I just can't sit back and wallow
In my own sorrow, but I know one fact: I'll be one tough act to follow
One tough act to follow, (I'll be) one tough act to follow
Here today, gone tomorrow, but you'd have to walk a thousand miles...
In my shoes, just to see, what it's like, to be me
I'll be you, let's trade shoes, just to see what it'd be like to
Feel your pain, you feel mine, go inside each others' minds
Just to see, what we'd find, look at shit through each others' eyes
But don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful (Ohhhh)
They can all get fucked, just stay true to you (Sooooo)
Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful (Ohhhh)
They can all get fucked, just stay true to you (Sooooo)
I think I'm starting to lose my sense of humor, everything's so tense and gloom, I
Almost feel like I gotta check the temperature of the room, just as soon as
I walk in, it's like all eyes on me, and so I try to avoid any eye contact
Cause if I do that, then it opens the door for conversation, like I want that
I'm not looking for extra attention, I just wanna be just like you
Blend in with the rest of the room, maybe just point me to the closest restroom
I don't need no fucking man servant, tryin' to follow me around and wipe my ass
And laugh at every single joke I crack, and half of 'em ain't even funny like "Hah!
Marshall you're so funny man, you should be a comedian, God damn"
Unfortunately I am, I just hide behind the tears of a clown
So why don't you all sit down, listen to the tale I'm about to tell
Hell, we don't gotta trade our shoes, and you ain't gotta walk no thousand miles...
In my shoes, just to see, what it's like, to be me
I'll be you, let's trade shoes, just to see what it'd be like to
Feel your pain, you feel mine, go inside each others' minds
Just to see, what we'd find, look at shit through each others' eyes
But don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful (Ohhhh)
They can all get fucked, just stay true to you (Sooooo)
Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful (Ohhhh)
They can all get fucked, just stay true to you (Sooooo)
Nobody asked for life to deal us, with these bullshit hands we're dealt
We gotta take these cards ourselves, and flip them, don't expect no help
Now I could of either, just sat on my ass and pissed and moaned
Or take this situation in which I'm placed in, and get up and get my own
I was never the type of kid to wait by the door, and pack his bags
Or sat on the porch and hoped and prayed, for a dad to show up who never did
I just wanted to fit in, every single place, every school I went
I dreamed of being that cool kid, even if it meant acting stupid
Aunt Edna always told me, "Keep making that face, it'll get stuck like that"
Meanwhile I'm just standing there, holding my tongue tryin' to talk like "thissss"
'Till I stuck my tongue on that frozen stop sign pole, at eight years old
I learned my lesson then, cause I wasn't trying to impress my friends no more
But I already told you my whole life story, not just based on my description
'Cause where you see it, from where you're sitting, it's probably a hundred and ten percent different
I guess we would have to walk a mile in each others' shoes at least
What size you wear? I wear tens, let's see if you can fit your feet...
In my shoes, just to see, what it's like, to be me
I'll be you, let's trade shoes, just to see what it'd be like to
Feel your pain, you feel mine, go inside each others' minds
Just to see what we'd find, look at shit through each others' eyes
But don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful (Ohhhh)
They can all get fucked, just stay true to you (Sooooo)
Don't let 'em say you ain't beautiful (Ohhhh)
They can all get fucked, just stay true to you (Sooooo)
Lately I've been hard to reach, I've been too long on my own (Ohhhh)
Everybody has their private world, where they can be alone (Soooo)
Are you calling me? Are you trying to get through? (Ohhhh)
Are you reaching out for me? I'm reaching out for you (Soooo)
Yeah, to my babies, stay strong. Dad'll be home soon. And to the rest of the world, God gave you them shoes, to fit you, so put 'em on and wear 'em. Be yourself, man. Be proud of who you are. Even if it sounds corny, don't ever let no one tell you, you ain't beautiful.
this song actually means something.
Friday, October 2, 2009
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