i'm (almost) funnay!

yes i did it!

i'm the #7 person with the best sense of humour between my friends in facebook!

yaay ! what a great success !

i wonder how much hilariously funny the #1 person is...

orang malaysia nih tak reti bahasa jepun !

Tadi Esyam ada citer pasal sorang prof jepun nih yg kutuk org mesia sebab penguasaan bahasa jepun kitaorg tak power. Sungguh menarik kutukan itu, sampai buat aku terfikir2 even dalam kelas. Aku terfikir, kalo la aku yg kena cakap mcam tu, mcam mana nak lawan balik, demi maruah org mesia? Kena la lawan kan, mana bole serah kalah mcam tu aje! So sebagai persediaan, aku ambik masa untuk fikir mcam mana nak jawab kutukan nih.

And this is what I came up with:

(aku tulis dalam bentuk percakapan, bukan writing)
そうですね！ダメですね！2年間も日本語の勉強をしているのに、なぜか日本語を上手に扱うことが出来ない！これはダメですね！
やはり、3ヶ国語を上手に喋れるようになるというのは、非常に難しいことであり、長い時間を取りながら、一生懸命にやらないと、日本語は上手にはならない。やはり、マレーシア人にはマレー語と英語しか出来ないのですかね。。。
僕＠私が知っているマレーシア留学生に中で、もちろん日本語が上手な人もいます。でも、ほとんどは文系の学生です。理系の人で、日本語が上手なマレーシアの留学生は本当に数少ない。理系のマレーシアの留学生は頑張り足りないのでしょうか。。。
まあぁ。。。他の国の留学生に比べれば、少ししか差がないのですが、成人の日本人と比較してみれば、マレーシアの理系の留学生の日本語の能力はダメですね。。。だって、中学生のレベルの日本語しか喋れないんっすよ！
文系の留学生と同じように、理系の留学生も日本語だけではなく、国語の勉強もやらした方がいいかもしれません。
昼は専門の勉強で、夜は国語！遊び時間がなくなり、ストレスの貯まりやすい状況になるのですが、これは完璧な日本語能力を掴むために、これは仕方がないかもしれません。そうしたら、先生に「マレーシア人は日本語下手だな。。」と言われることもなくなるでしょう！

Mesti la, kalo aku kena kutuk mcam tu gak, mana boleh jawab mcam ni terus, on the spot. Tapi at least, skang aku dah ada sket buah2 idea yg bole dipakai untuk lawan balik, nanti kalo aku pon kena kutukan mcam tu jugak, at least dah practice sket. Bole la lawan sket2, tapi seperti yg korang bole baca, cara aku balas bukan dengan cara berkeras, tapi kita angkat and julang pendapat dia, dan buat mcam expectation dia terhadap ability seorg foreign tu untuk jadi power dalam Japanese, foolishly high. Foolishly fucking high. Dia kan prof, org yg pandai, so mesti dia bole faham nuance sarcasm dlm jawapan tu. Pastu kita kena yakin, memang expectation dia terlalu la tinggi; sedangkan diaorg pon tak reti English, tapi nak kutuk kita tak reti Japanese plak. Penguasaan bahasa asing nih bukan nya senang, lebih2 lagi kepada org 理系. Tak gitu? ;)

TAMAT.

mgs4 鋼-HAGANE-

finally, after being thrown back and forth by the idea of having another gaming console, i have decided to go on and place an order for a Metal Gear Solid 4: Guns of The Patriots Playstation 3 Premium Pack (Gunmetal Gray Colour 鋼-HAGANE-) on Amazon.co.jp for 51800yen.

shit.

it's going to be good.

can't wait for 12th june.

Here's a full list of the bundle's contents:
・MGS4 Special Edition software (Metal Gear Online starter pack/2-layer blu-ray disc)
・PlayStation 3 MGS4 original color model "Hagane" (40 GB model) x 1
・Wireless controller (DUALSHOCK®3 "Hagane")
・MGS4 original color model "Hagane" x 1
・Special video blu-ray disc x 1
・Power cable x 1, AV cable x 1, USB cable x 1

thank you my sponsors, for making me a filthy rich scum!

degil betul

就職希望先の会社に履歴書を送るため、近所の郵便局に行った。

いつもの役員のおばあちゃんが郵便物のコーナーを担当していた。

いつものやさしい笑顔で挨拶してくれた。俺の顔、覚えているようだ。質問をよくして、明るいあの留学生だと！

「これ、会社に送るんですか？住所の書き方、間違っていますよ！正しい書き方は。。。」と日本式の正しい住所の書き方を教えてもらった。

「そうですか。。。これじゃ、グチャグチャですね！」と少し自分の知識不足にがっかりした。何でわかんないんだよ、住所の書き方ぐらいは？！

「どうしますか？」と質問されてきた。判断の時だ。

「あ、大丈夫です。このまま出します。」と、もう直すのは面倒だから、そう答えた。

「え。。でも就職関係の書類でしょ？本当に大丈夫ですか？」と心配してくれた。

「ええ。大丈夫です。自分はこういう住所の書き方をしているよって、会社の人に見せる。。。個性。。。大丈夫です。」と訳も分からなく、言い切った。間違った住所の書き方で、何が個性だ！

封筒がちゃんと閉まっていなかったから、直してくれた。ダメだな、俺。あんな簡単な事なのに。。。

結局、そのまま出した。もちろんちゃんと会社に届けるような形で住所を書いたけど、住所の書き方は間違いなく間違っている。

why am i so stubborn?

friendster profile

What I (previously wrote) On My Friendster Profile
About Me:

(Describe Yourself)
i can't describe myself coz sometimes i don't understand things that i did. some said i'm funny, some said i'm hot-tempered but i always told myself to be natural, to be myself, all the time. i can change from being the most friendly guy to the coldest one in seconds. and i'm trying very hard to practice my english whenever i had the chance 'coz i wanna be good at it 'coz since i first step my foot on japan soil, i noticed my english becoming worse everyday. o one more thing, i hate queers. fucking hate em i wanna kill one. awww relax, i'm just kidding! i don't hate someone just because he thinks fucking some other guy in the ass hole is a probable way to express himself sexually. as long as MY butthole is safe, i have no problem. besides, i strongly believe in opening to different people with different culture and faith, or lack of both. whatever, just remember this: it doesn't mean that i'm a BAD person just 'coz i used the f-word in my profiles. check out my blog on friendsterblog! wait a minute, scratch that. go here instead: www.taopix.blogspot.com

Describe Who You Want to Meet:
kate hudson and ryoko hirosue! i love em!! actually anyone friendly enough! (except gay bastards, of course -- ok, that's just one bad joke! no offence to the butt-humping-lovin people). i would really want to meet back my old pals (where are u all?) SRKSIS Pasir Mas, SMK Dato Ahmad Maher Kota Bharu, MRSM Taiping Perak, Matrik Penang (KMPP) Penang, PPKTJ KL& ISI Tokyo. and i also love making new friend. to have an international friend would also be very cool.

I Think It's Time To Change:
Yes, I know; it's pretty fucked up. I don't know why would I write something like that on my own profile, describing myself. Maybe I thought it was funny? When other people think it's just disgusting and so fucking low.... I think I should change my profile, especially the homophobic nature of the About Me section. Don't get me wrong here, I still like the jokes degrading queers and butt-humpers, but sometimes, too much is too much. I mean, I'm from a very conservative culture, but I felt like I'm just trying too hard to be non-conservative. I'm not a jumpy teenager anymore.

I think, from now on, when I'm writing, I'm going to make sure that mrnicekid is not influencing me in any way; write what I want to write, not what taopix or mrnicekid wants me to write. I think I should be my real self all the time. I always let my guards down and let my other characters do the writing; and from now on, I'll try to reduce the times of that happening. I know it's going to be boring, but I have to have this. I need myself writing as me. Not any other personality. I'll try to make sure that mrnicekid's really, really dead. I'm killing him for good.

Because having multiple personalities, sucks.

Because sometimes, although these characters that I created are only supposed to exist in my literature world, I don't want them to get stronger and eventually appearing in the real world. Rather then letting them stay in my right brain, I'd prefer them dead, for good.

playstation3: to buy or not to buy

decisions, decisions.

the fourth and latest instalment of my favourite gaming series, metal gear solid, is coming out this june. i'm so excited and extremely hyped about the game because i really like the series; been a keen fan from the first game.

the problem is, it's only on the sony playstation 3.

i, don't have a playstation 3.

so i have to buy a playstation 3.

but.

other than metal gear solid 4: guns of the patriots, there is no other ps3 exclusive game that 1. i knew of 2. i want to play 3. is already or coming out in the near future that i'm interested in ; so i'm kinda in a dilemma now. is the ps3 going to be a good investment?

of course it doubles as a decent blu-ray player, and they have just started the blu-ray movie rental service at the local rental shop; which is a very tempting selling point.

console wars sucks, man.

decisions, decisions.

if i were to buy a ps3, i'd surely go all out and buy the special edition, mgs4 premium package. it got everything that a mgs fan would be drooling to get his/her hands on.

arr i wanna play mgs4 !!!

Finished GTA IV !!!

What a satisfyingly long and fun ride! After clocking 32 hours of running around Liberty City doing errands for mafia bosses, russian businessmen and all sort of crooks, while spending some time shooting cops on the face, buying hookers and visiting the local strip club, finally I’ve beaten GTA IV. Well, at least the main story.

After spending some hefty time with the game, I can safely say that this is the best game that I have ever played, ever! GTA IV is the best game of all time and if you haven’t played it yet, do yourself a favour and go play it! It’s simply amazing.

The story, although not the best out there, keeps you interested all the way through and there were some emotional moments that would make you laugh, angry, sad and happy. Each character in the game has their own memorable unique personalities, especially the main character, Niko Bellic. I couldn’t stop mimicking the way he talks and his accents, it’s so cool!

One of the main fun factors of this game is none other the new physics engine. Your environment and surroundings react realistically, the cars are fun to ride, when you bump onto someone, or if you shot someone’s foot with a shotgun, they’ll react like what they’re supposed to in the real world. The developers had created the most realistic representation of our world through the use of their new graphics + physics engine. Nothing is more exciting than driving in a sports car in a high speed police chase, hit-and-running innocent pedestrians while you try to steady the aim of you machine gun to shoot at the coming swat trucks and biker gangs.


The game is chock full of stuff to do. If you don’t want to do the story missions, you could steal any car, find a good spot with a lot of innocent pedestrian, and let loose on a killing spree, shooting at the virtual men and women of Liberty City. Then the cops will come and try to kill you so you must shoot them too. It’s fun.

The amount of effort put into the sound of the game is also amazing. There were lots of radio stations that you could listen in your stolen car. Cars and guns sound real and brutal. You could hear pedestrian talking on their phone. When someone you kill dies a horrible painful death, they will scream a horrible painful death-scream.

This is definitely a very violent game and not suitable at all to kids. If you’re someone who couldn’t take entertainment-violence, this game is not for you. But if you’re like me, who likes some virtual violence in the safety of your own home, a good story, fantastic gameplay, and an overall entertaining time, GO PLAY THIS GAME NOW!

The game fucking ROCKS!

p\s: The game's multiplayer component is wicked fun! You could go online and play with other 15 people and wreck havoc in the Liberty City, playing all-time multiplayer favourites like deathmatch and racing, to unique multiplayer modes like cops and crooks. After finishing the main story, I still am planning to put the disk on my 360 for a long time because whenever I got the time, I'm sure using it to play online multiplayer for some crazy mindless entertainment! Totally worth it!

@ shiny teeth @

You wanna know what I’ve been up to lately?

I’m currently obsessed with brushing my teeth.

I brush my teeth all the time.

When I look into the mirror, I wanna see those pearls shiny.

And clean.

I like to lick my teeth too.

Then I’ll brush them clean.

After I brush my teeth, I always brush my tongue.

At least for 30 seconds.

I like my mouth to be clean.

And pristine.

[ job-fair for foreigners ] trip@

I just got back from Tokyo this morning. My back-bone itches, my neck feels extremely weird, like I just got a neck surgery last night; I’m slightly dehydrated and I’m tired like a race-dog.

As soon as I reached home, I want to take a quick nap but I can’t because the room was unbelievably messy and it stinks like my own piss during a cold winter’s morning. I gotta clean up; put some flowers in the room. Like rose. Red rose. Or tulips. Or maybe a HUGE poster of some 80’s Swedish pornstar, I don’t know.

Then I realized that I have no time to relax or clean my room because I got an exam in 3 hours, and I haven’t prepared anything. What a dumb move. Now I know, studying for an important exam when you’re extremely tired, in a messy + smelly room, is quite a challenge. I can’t focus at all.

3 hours felt like 5 minutes.

So I took the test, and unsurprisingly, I did poorly. I was so tired that I fell asleep while scribbling ‘something’ on the answer sheet. When I woke up and look at what I’ve written on the paper, I knew I have to slap my face hard, several times.

Instead of proper Japanese words, I’ve written Chinese characters that don’t exist. So I start over from the top; scrub off my scribbling, wipe off my drool and saliva left on the answer sheet and write something. Hopefully the correct answers.

Heh, who am I kidding here? Of course I flunked the paper, hard!

Anyways, I went to Tokyo this time to attend (another) job fair. This time, it’s held in Sunshine City, Ikebukuro and it’s open to all foreign students in Japan. Out of all the attendees, I bet 90% of them are Chinese foreign students, and probably 80% of them are 文系 (bunkei – liberal arts course) people, not 理系 (rikei – science course) like me.

There were too many people, I felt drowned in a sea of foreigners. I’m sweating heavily in my suit. It’s too hot, too loud and too many people.

I went to the Hitachi, Fujitsu, Aimnext and Konami; then I left. I was supposed to attend a second interview for Aimnext later during the day, but I don’t felt anything about the company, so I left. I don’t think that the trip was worth it, because the companies that attended the jobfair mainly are searching for 文系 (bunkei) people, not engineers.

Forget about job-hunting for a moment, I went to the new Malaysian restaurant in Ebisu Shibuya (the nearest train station is 代官山 daikanyama) for lunch, and I must say, the food there is exceptionally Malaysian! They’re delicious!

The menu for the buffet for the day is white rice (beras wangi siam), ayam kurma, gulai (Norwegian) mackerel and chicken + vegetable soup.

I went during lunch time, and they had two types of menu to choose from: a buffet or ala carte. I want to eat a lot so I choose the buffet (with dessert) for 1000 yen.

On the way out, I chatted with the two Chefs (one from Pengkalan Chepa and the other from Besut) and they told me about the the restaurant.

Jom Makan (the name of the restaurant), is the first restaurant in a newly announced government program: the Malaysian Kitchen program. The program aimed to place at least one Malaysian restaurant in each county around the world. That’s quite a big aim, and they hope to eventually put 1000 Malaysian restaurants under this program, scattering all over the world. Who knows, a franchise of government-sponsored Malaysian restaurants might work! Sounds really interesting too.

But I’m curious about one thing.

Being a fully halal restaurant approved by the Malaysian Embassy, having muslim chefs and a strong support from the Malaysian government; all these ‘strong points’ are unfortunately not that strong enough to keep the restaurant from being binded by the Japanese restaurants tradition: selling alcoholic beverages.

Majority of halal restaurants in japan sell alcoholic beverages, including Jom Makan.

So why is it so inevitable that it is a must for (even) a halal restaurant to adhere by the tradition and sell alcoholic beverages? The reasons are not many but one of the main reason for this shocking confusion is that the Japanese has a very strong drinking culture that no one would want to go eat at a place that don’t sell alcohol. Just ask other halal restaurant in Japan, and they’d probably say the same thing: no alcohol, no customer.

It seems like this is how things work in Japan.

So the one question that comes from my curiosity is this: Can it be considered OK to do this? I understand that they’re doing this to survive; this is how things work here. The alcoholic beverages were sold at a price that would NOT create profit, as a note.

Oh well, I’d rather be enjoying the rare authentic Malaysian food that I’m having in front of my eyes then to think about the issue; at least for the moment. So as I was enjoying my meal, I could hear the two Japanese customers sitting on the table in front of me talking about Malaysia. They seemed to really like what they’re having because both of them couldn’t stop saying [ kore, oishii! ] to each other. I couldn’t help it but nod in agreement, silently.

Then one of them picked up a magazine about Malaysia and started to read it. I continued to bring the tasty solid materials little by little into my mouth, and then I used my strong healthy teeth to crush and mix the food to produce a combination of tasty feelings that could only be achieved by the co-operation of carefully cooked ingredients and spices.

Then I stopped chewing when I heard the customer said : え！マレーシアでも高速道路があるんだ。。。ふんん。。。[ wow, they have highways in Malaysia too! ].

マレーシアでも超高層ビルあるんだ。。。知らなかった。。。[ they have skyscrapers too! I didn’t know this! ]

Wow. Is Malaysia this unknown to the Japanese people? Maybe they think that Malaysians are still living on tree houses and the women bare their boobies walking around the village.

いい年して、世間知らずで良くぞ生きて来られたね、ババ！もっと勉強しろ！

Well, I guess it cannot be helped. Probably the only source of information about Malaysia to these people is from the television. I don’t know why, but whenever they show something about Malaysia in the Japanese TV, they always show the ‘natural’ side of Malaysia; the aborigines, the long houses, tropical forests, women breast-baring walking around the village. Man, I have never seen any women baring her breast walking around MY village!

Anyways, it’s been a tiring trip and I just can’t imagine how more tiring and busier I’m going to be after this; I got more job-interviews, research projects, classes and exams.

GANBARE ORE!

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My Unlucky Day: Pretty Bob-Hair Girl

Woke up this morning feeling like I’ve just survived a horrible train accident with all my internal organs intact. My head hurts as the world is spinning around and around like a merry-go-round and I’m still sleepy like pak lah in the parliament.

Tried to open my eyes to see the phone clock. Damn it, it’s already 0800 hours! And it’s like 15 degrees inside my room. Then I took a quick look into my pants. Damn it, now I have to mandi wajib! The consequences of skipping weekly practice sessions!

I’m late! Well, I’m not late yet, but I am going to be if I don’t get up quick. I couldn’t walk straight as I was reaching for my toothbrush in the bathroom; I almost slipped and could’ve hit the sink. Thank god for the brand new, slip-free pink shower matt. I couldn’t hold it any longer so I took a long, warm piss on the shower matt while I brush my teeth. What an incredible feeling.

Turned the shower on while I’m checking out my a-little-bit-obese -although -still-look- heterosexually- awesome-physique. And there’s no warm water coming out! I tried countless of times but in vain. I can’t take a cold shower, it’s still freaking cold outside!

So I gave up on the shower and just wash my hair and face in the sink. I’m going to call the plumber after class to fix the shower problem; in the mean time, I gotta hurry up. My armpit still smells ok, so I just put some deodorant there. Take a smell of my armpit for the second round; man I smell like a very masculine flower. Awesome!

Turned on the tv to watch the morning news while I’m finishing my glass of milk. What a way to start a day by watching the morning news about (another) psychopathic high school kid slaughtering his 4 family members. And the family dog. With a fucking hammer and a butcher knife. Nice. You know what they say: You can't have slaughter without laughter. Ha Ha Ha. Oooo.....

Suddenly, my stomach sings the sweet whisper of nature, signalling: “I gotta take a shit”. If I take a shit (or crap, which ever you prefer to call it) now, I’d surely be late for class! Oh, no! I’m left with a hard decision here. Take the shit and be late for class, or just hold on to it and be right on time. Hard decisions have to be made. My class starts in 5 minutes so I don’t really have much time to decide; I gotta run. Got on the bike and rushed to the university as fast as I could. The cold morning breeze come brushing my cheeks as I listen to some 80’s malay slow-rock on my creative zen.

I arrived 3 minutes late. That ain’t so bad. I put on my quick feet and rushed to the classroom; just to found it full of emptiness. There was no one in there. No skinny tall Japanese kids with fake blonde hair, no poker faced geeks with the same facial expression (that is NO facial expression) in their group talking about virtual 3D anime girls with a pair of HUGE, enormous sets of… eyes! You thought that I’m gonna say tits, aren’t ‘ya? Perverts!

Anyways, the class was cancelled, for the whole month! Now I’m kinda pissed. I wouldn’t have to wake up such early in the morning if they had put a notice or something last week. Adoih, pasni mesti nak kena hadir kelas ganti; probably at odd hours!


Having no purpose in life for a moment, I decided to get a hot coffee from the university’s mini-market. That’s 120yen a can. Rm3.7 for a can of hot coffee, ridiculous ain’t it?

Picked up a can of boss rainbow mountain coffee and waited in line. I was repositioning my little beast of manliness when I realized that the girl that was standing in line right in front of me was the bob-hair girl that I mentioned in my previous post long ago! And it's happening again, exactly like the first time! Fate, this must be it!

I quickly took my hands off my precious rod of steel and try to look more civilized. Oh man, she hasn’t changed one bit; still as pretty as I first saw her. She was wearing a light-brown one-piece camisole dress and a matching tropical-themed necklace. I can’t stop looking at this beautiful creature, with my mouth open. Alicia Keys – A Women’s Worth.

She puts on the same round bob-hairstyle (which I like very much), revealing her beautiful neck line. She smells hygienic and nice too. I leaned forward to smell her more. It felt like I’m in a garden full of flowers and that time is slowing down to the milliseconds. I watch her with much adore as her gentle hands were busy searching for coins in her big pouch. Roy Orbison – Oh Pretty Women.

Here is how Albert Einstein used to describe his theory of time relativity: "When a man sits with a pretty girl for an hour, it seems like a minute. But let him sit on a hot stove for a minute and it’s longer than any hour. That’s relativity.”

Contrary to Einstein's explanation of his theory of time relativity, standing behind this girl while smelling her sweet perfume has an effect of motion slowing against time; at least in my intoxicated mind. This phenomenon seemed more mysterious then the famous time relativity theories itself. My apologies Mr. Einstein.

Her every movement, the slightest motion, even the flow of her blood and the rubbing between the joints in her bones seemed so translucent and stuck in time. As I watch her move in slow-motion, suddenly she turned her head, noticing me gawking at her. Shit, I must’ve scared her! But her eyes gave me the friendliest smile as the corner of her gummy lips turned upwards to create the sweetest form of the human body language. Then she turned away, and left; leaving her sweet smelling scent and the aura of a person with a warm personality behind, boggling my mind and creating a sensual chemical reactions in my brain.

I knew it. She's wearing some voodoo shit.

Then I have decided. I have to know her name. I have to know what her friends call her. I want to know her interests. Her likes and dislikes. I want to know which ice-cream flavour she prefers: chocolate or vanilla. I want to know what she thinks about guys with no chest hair. Which gaming console is better in her eyes: PS3 or the Xbox 360. I’m not going to ask her about the Nintendo Wii. I want to know everything about this girl.

I will build up the courage and actually walk up to her, and strike a natural conversation; and we are going to talk about normal stuff and I am not going to freak her out with my weirdness. I will get her name and hopefully, her approval to be someone that she knows; not just a stranger, on that very same day. The Smashing Pumpkins – Ava Adore.

Then I should smell her feet.

I used to know this very kawaii Japanese girl that has the sweetest voice, but her foot smells like dead, rotten fish, I’m not kidding; it's crazy! What a turn off. Now you know why I have to smell her feet. I don't like girls with smelly feet.

I took a deep breath, and quickly rushed out of the mini-market to catch up with her as I saw her walking towards her friends. She looked lovely even from behind. The ribbon on the back of her camisole wiggles. Approach anxiety is creeping up my neck. I’m not going to wait until she’s all alone, I’m going to go in there, open the group and have a fun conversation with them. As I befriend her friends, I’m going to display a higher value to fish for attraction and then I’ll be able to close on her. Bait, put her on my hook, release and repeat the process until I build enough comfort. Come on Taufiq Ali, you’re a pre-historic alpha-male, hunting for a mate to replicate. You can do this!

All of this stuff is running back and forth in my mind as I walk towards her group of friends. Somehow they noticed me coming, so I smiled at them so that it wouldn’t look like I’m stalking them in a creepy way. They smiled back. I was close. The game is about to begin. I’m going to get to smell her feet. My heart is racing. Marylin Manson - This Is The New Shit.

As I was about to open my mouth to run an opener, the most unthinkable of all things happened. My feet came into a sudden stop, the hair on both of my arms stood up and it was inevitable; I had a horrible stomach ache like a freak accident; and then I realized on that moment that I should forget about her phone number; and start to find a toilet as fast as I could. Damn it, I should have chosen to take the shit this morning! I knew it. It is always better to choose shit then class. Damn it!

I have neglected the call of mother nature to take a huge dump, and I'm paying the high price for that. Shitting is serious business, don't take it lightly, my dear readers.

With me smiling like an idiot, I walk past them and went straight to the toilet near my research lab. Damn you shit, if it wasn’t because of you, I could’ve gotten her name! Now I look like a loser and scared shitless to approach women.

So I sat on the warm toilet seat, and I shat all of my frustration away. My anxiety, my frustration, my missing luck; and I shat long, I shat hard. It must be the longest shitting experience that I’ve ever had for a long time. Plop. Plup. Plooooppppp!!!!

I shat like I shat all of my internal organs out. I set the toilet to spray washlet water at the highest level from the get go, just to feel the sudden rush and to shock my senses. I need the butt shocker. Slipknot – People = Shit.

It was such a tiring activity. Then I thought to myself, “ Hey, why don’t I took a picture of myself being frustrated and tired of shitting? I should cherish this memory! “.


So I guess today is another boring ordinary day. Except for the pretty bob-hair girl and my shit. Although it was pretty frustrating, there is a small part of me that is being thankful that I got to see her again. When there's a second time, there's going to be a third, and a forth and so on! Oh well, I’m gonna stop writing and get back to finishing grand theft auto IV. I’m like 40% into completing the game. Game on baby!

Note: I guess the name of her hair style is a rounded bob with bangs. Similar to the picture below:


Teladan untuk hari ini: Pastikan anda berak dulu puas2 sebelum pegi ngorat awek jepun.

the grand wait is over

forget about life.

i just got my copy of grand theft auto IV from the mail box.

holy fucking shit, i'm going to forget about living in the real world for a moment.

game on!

back from the msaj job-career day

i just got back from tokyo.

i'm extremely tired.

need sleep.

i'll write the details when my head stops making me dizzy and my throat stops making me feel like i've drank the thickest of my own puke.

i better geatt ot bea d as soon as possisloe be ia cna at oqe@@q aaaaaaaaaaaaa fauck

msaj jobfair ===>

going to tokyo today for a job-fair (they call it career fair) held by the malaysian student accociation japan (msaj). almost all of the participating companies have their own branches in malaysia, and the main purpose of the fair is to give employers the opportunity to recruit fresh graduates to work at their malaysian branches.

it is all about getting malaysian fresh gradutes from japanese universities into their malaysian branches.

i want to work in japan first, so i shouldn't be interested in such a focused career-fair but i want to go there anyways as a　滑り止め (suberi dome - last resort); meaning if by any chance, i didn't get a job from a japanese company based in japan, i'd go for the malaysian branches.

and because this is a last-resort thingy, i really don't have the spirit to be fully prepared. i didn't do much research about any of the participating companies, my resume looks like crap, i got a sore throat after some hardcore karaoke-ing and i didn't practice on any IQ or SPI tests. i just got back from a long date-marathon and i'm still not finished packing my bags for the trip yet; now where the heck did i put that polka-dot boxer?

i'm feeling kinda worthless and disappointed by my own laziness right now, but i just couldn't start to straighten up and be on my best; i'm feeling extreme だるい (darui - feeling of sluggishness).

自分がやる気なければ、会社の人も真剣にお前のことを見ない。覚悟しとけ。就職活動をなめんな！

anyways, to change the subject, video game reviewers all over the world is giving out 10s and 5 stars to the latest gta instalment: grand theft auto IV; and reading and watching all those videos makes me want to play the game so bad!

wanna play the game so bad that even if i were to choose from a simple camisole-wearing [insert you favourite hottie's name here] and the game, i'd choose the game. even if she rips off the camisole, revealing her red slik panties, i'd choose the game. even if she puts some oil on those skins and let me take her pictures with the state of the art slr camera, i'd choose the game. even if she offered to play with my balls while i'm micro-photograping her skin texture, i'd choose the game. even if.... what ever pervertness that a sick, disgusting, perverted mind could think of, i'd choose the game. do you see how powerful the hype of the game is?

look! i haven't even played the game yet but it has already affected me in a good way; that is it has made me want to choose the option that is not perverted instead of the perverted ones! wow what an awesome game! i could image myself being more pious, well mannered and more polite when i got the game. it must be!