no time for blogging anymore?

i knew this would happen.

ever since i started working, the frequency of new posts here dropped to an unexpected rate.

the reason is quite clear.

i don't really have the time to write as freely as before.

i got home every night, late and tired like a child labor in china making your nike's.

being the lazy ass that i am, i 'll try my best to complete the most basic chores before i could go to bed with the most minimum amount of efforts.

chores like preparing for dinner, taking the shower and maybe doing some light cleaning.

on weekdays, i would woke up very late like a jobless loser, and spend most of my weekends going out, venturing strange Japan; or just avoid the sun completely by staying in playing video games and watching movies.

LOTS, and LOTS of movies.

and i don't really have anything to write.

and even if i do, it would probably be something so inappropriate, so disgusting and morally sick, that it would be wise if i just keep it to myself and among those personally involved directly or indirectly.

;P

because i am not a student anymore.

i gotta be careful with what i write.

but i guess a couple of pictures of sexy japanese girls in a nurse cosplay won't hurt.

REVEAL GRAVURE SPOILER

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Sasaki Nozomi

It’s still summer holiday and I’ve been doing a lot of meaningless traveling and short trips to weird but fascinating places; but unfortunately I can't blog about it because it would basically ruin my reputation and future prospects.

In doing that, I’ve also lost the time and will to write anything new on this blog, so I apologize to those who said that they come to this blog because I update it frequently.

Anyways, I’m taking a break from going to weird places doing stupid things because ramadhan is coming up and I want to start focusing on my presentation that I’m going to give next week.

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Anyways, this is Nozomi Sasaki (佐々木希), the Akita Bijin (秋田美人) slowly rising to fame in the Japanese entertainment world. Her first prominent tv appearance is on a comedy show, and she got tremendous attention afterwards when the cameramen loses his concentration and tried to constantly zoom in to her face only, ignoring the other guests present. Then she got called「鬼のように可愛い」by the M.C., which means cute as a demon.

Here’s a quick profile:

のんちゃん Non Chan
1988/02/08
Akita City
168cm
80 - 58 - 82 cm
Fashion magazine model + gravure idol

There are better pictures that you could find on the internet. I recommending Really Cute Asian, they got tons of great pics!

one nose-bleeding afternoon

I don’t know whether it’s the sudden change in humidity and temperature, or maybe because of the sudden rise of girls from the education faculty wearing (even more) flesh-baring summer clothings that never failed to catch the attention of visual-based creatures like the human male; I got a terrible nose-bleed in the afternoon today at the lab.

The nose-bleed was not that bad actually, but you can’t help but felt a bit surprised when you see all those blood on the tissue.

I cleaned my ‘bloody’ nose with water, stuck it with a well-twisted pieces of tissue, stopped thinking about perverted things, and the bleeding magically stopped. I don’t know what I did right, but it helped.

With the nose-bleed problem solved, now I can go back to doing the boring fortran practices. It’s really an alien programming language to me, and I’m still not used to the basic structures and flow of how the program reads its codes.

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Why would a straight guy like me, would even consider drinking an extremely gay drink such as jasmine tea? Well, for the sake of diet of course! and I'm doing pretty good with this diet thingy.

salad girl question

girl:

you should come by my apartment after the exams is over because i'm making you a special summer salad.

> > >

am i being invited to a normal salad eating ceremony or does it means something else? like, should i bring my own natural dressing?

;)

cultural differences intrigues my imagination.

di raba sebelum solat jumaat

tengok jam. sudah pukul 12:10 tengah hari.

solat jumaat start pukul 12:20. jalan cepat sket ah, biar sampai surau awal.

aku berjalan pantas, mata lurus ke depan.

aku tak nampak awek2 berskirt mini kiri kanan.

aku tak nampak paha2 mereka yg putih melepak.

lagi2 dek pantulan cahaya matahari.

aku dalam perjalanan nak menunaikan solat.

aku berjalan pantas, mata lurus ke depan.

[ ali ! ali ! ]

hmm? sapa yg panggil tu?

alamak!

awek yg suka sentuh2 tu datang melambai plak!

aku tak nak terbatal air sembahyang plak.

so aku jalan pantas, mata lurus ke depan.

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tapi aku sebenarnya jalan lambat, mata plak terus pergi ke arah suara yg memanggil nama aku.

baju style british high school punya sweater. mini skirt.

kalo terbatal wuduk, kena buka kasut, buka stokin, baru bole ambik wuduk balik.

tidak!

kali ni aku takkan benar kan dia nih raba aku!

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baru aje 10 saat aku start bercakap, dia dah nak raba siku aku.

aku dengan pantas bertindak mengangkat siku.

biar dia raba tulang rusuk aku yg berlapik dengan baju daripada sentuh siku aku yg bogel.

tapi 'awek suka meraba' nih macam kucing.

lagi dia tak dapat, makin aktif dia nak tangkap.

[[ aku rasa, kalo ada sapa2 yg bagi dia hadiah ipod touch.

mau dia gelak sampai mati sebab gembira gila. ]]

aku bersilat demi mempertahankan wuduk.

aku serious. gilak serious. sebab aku tak nak bukak stokin.

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dalam kesengitan pertarungan yg hangat itu.

mcam mana ntah.

aku bole terlutut dia punya ibu jari sebelah kanan.

macam jaguh tomoi siam, aku bagi lutut sama itu ibu jari.

krak!

rangup bunyi pertembungan itu.

tapi air muka 'awek suka meraba' tu tak rangup langsung.

sakit sangat ke kena lutut ngan aku?

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akhirnya aku berjaya mempertahankan wuduk.

tak payah buka stokin, bole terus solat.

tapi aku rasa.

lepas ni awek tu tak akan datang raba aku lagi.

cet.

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aku tak kesah pon kena raba.

tapi jangan la time aku nak gi solat!

tapi aku rasa mcam tak adil la.

asal pompoan bole raba laki.

tapi laki tak leh raba pompoan?

i demand gender equality !!!

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.

Why Beautiful Women Marry Less Attractive Men

An article from yahoo discussing the question that many single men with jealous eyes would ask their other single friends : how and why the ugly guy got that hot girl? Pretty good theory, and a good read too. Just don't believe every word of it.

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Women seeking a lifelong mate might do well to choose the guy a notch below them in the looks category. New research reveals couples in which the wife is better looking than her husband are more positive and supportive than other match-ups.

The reason, researchers suspect, is that men place great value on beauty, whereas women are more interested in having a supportive husband.

Researchers admit that looks are subjective, but studies show there are some universal standards, including large eyes, "baby face" features, symmetric faces, so-called average faces, and specific waist-hip ratios in men versus women.

Past research has shown that individuals with comparable stunning looks are attracted to each other and once they hook up they report greater relationship satisfaction. These studies, however, are mainly based on new couples, showing that absolute beauty is important in the earliest stages of couple-hood, said lead researcher James McNulty of the University of Tennessee. But the role of physical attractiveness in well-established partnerships, such as marriage, is somewhat of a mystery.

The new study, published in the February issue of the Journal of Family Psychology, reveals looks continue to matter beyond that initial attraction, though in a different way.

Supportive spouses

McNulty's team assessed 82 couples who had married within the previous six months and had been together for nearly three years prior to tying the knot. Participants were on average in their early to mid-20s.

Researchers videotaped as each spouse discussed with their partner a personal problem for 10 minutes. The tapes were analyzed for whether partners were supportive of spouses' issues, which included goals to eat healthier, to land a new job and to exercise more often.

"A negative husband would've said, 'This is your problem, you deal with it,'" McNulty said, "versus 'Hey, I'm here for you; what do you want me to do?; how can I help you?'"

A group of trained "coders" rated the facial attractiveness of each spouse on a scale from 1 to 10, with the perfect 10 representing the ultimate babe. About a third of the couples had a more attractive wife, a third a more attractive husband and the remaining partners showed matching looks.

Trophy wives

Overall, wives and husbands behaved more positively when the woman was better looking.

The finding "seems very reasonable," said Dan Ariely, a professor of behavioral economics at MIT's Program in Media Arts and Sciences and Sloan School of Management. "Men are very sensitive to women's attractiveness. Women seem to be sensitive to men's height and salary," said Ariely, who was not involved in the recent study.

In couples with more attractive husbands, both partners were less supportive of one another. McNulty suggests wives mirror, in some ways, the level of support they get from husbands.

"The husband who's less physically attractive than his wife is getting something more than maybe he can expect to get," McNulty told LiveScience. "He's getting something better than he's providing at that level. So he's going to work hard to maintain that relationship."

Men who are more attractive than their partners would theoretically have access to partners who are more attractive than their current spouses, McNulty said. The "grass could be greener" mentality could make these men less satisfied and less committed to maintain the marriage.

Physical attractiveness of husbands is not as important to women, the researchers suggest. Rather, wives are looking for supportive husbands, they say.

So it seems the mismatch in looks is actually a perfect match. "Equitable is unlikely to mean the same on every dimension," Ariely said during a telephone interview. "It just means that overall two people make sense together."

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So to all those hot women rated 10, don't go for those pretty boys, choose me!

halal sex is better than zina

[WARNING: THIS POST CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE AND SOME SERIOUSLY FUCKED-UP CONTENT ESPECIALLY ABOUT SEX; YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED]

Today I’m going to talk about the dilemma faced by some malay muslim couples who is studying overseas while being supported by a sponsorship: they love each other and want to get married but their contract with their sponsors prohibited this. I know this is not a rare case, and it is surely one topic that is interesting to talk about.

I fully understand why these sponsors ruled such agreement on their contracts. They pay money to the students so that they could focus on studying. The sponsors are concerned that if they got married, their focus on studying would plummeted and all they would do is sex sex sex sex sex sexxx xxx xxx every minute of God’s given time; and according to what I read from [The Guide to Violent Children], sex could lead to babies and babies would lead to bigger responsibility that might suffocate the minds of a young couple who are still studying.

Kahwin untuk menjauhi maksiat.

A signed contract cannot be changed, but the problem is: What if the guy cannot bear being patient anymore? What if everytime he catches the sweet smell of her girlfriend’s beautiful skin under those hijab, a sudden rush of blood to his nuclear missile occurs? What if everytime they’re on a date, he can’t help but imagine himself kissing her collar bone and sucking her bubble-gum tongue? He constantly wonders whether she would be aroused by just being sniffed at for 5 minutes while she is naked sitting on his computer chair. What if he cannot control his mini-me anymore when he is with her, especially when she’s licking a lollipop in her right hand and a vanilla ice-cream cone on the other? Yes, my muslim friends, satan is a creative bastard.

My point is that these creative thinking sponsored by satan, although harmless, possesses a great deal of danger of the guy going out of control and finally blowing his load, in and all around her kitty cage. Zina. Adultery.

Of course you could advice the guy to pray more seriously, be more pious and even leave her girlfriend all together; but what if it’s beyond prevention? Clearly it is better for them to get married, and have (protected) sex as much as they wanted. Halal sex is always better than zina. I am totally against the cock-blocking movement.

So finally they decided to get married secretly so that the sponsor doesn’t know. Breaking a contract is a big risk, but getting permission from their parents is another problem.

Most parents would surely be against these marriages; they want their daughters to finish their studies first before allowing one young men to break their precious princess's hymen layer. This is very understandable. They don’t want their daughter to ❤❤❤❤ and ❥❥❥❥ and ♡♡♡♡ everynight and ended up with several kids, thus making it hard for her to focus on her studies. Pretty acceptable reason right?

So how do you reason with such parents?

It’s easy. Tell them that you promise to wear condoms, 2 condoms at the same time everytime you want to nail their daughter. Problems solved! Yay! If the parent is still stubborn, give them a telephone call and say this:

IF YOU’RE AGAINTS THIS MARRIAGE, I WILL MAKE SURE THAT WE ARE GOING TO GET MARRIED ANYWAYS BUT BECAUSE YOU’RE SUCH A STUBBORN ASSHOLE, I’M GOING TO FUCK YOUR DAUGTER IN HER ASSHOLE AND SEND YOU THE PICTURES! HOW ABOUT THAT?

Of course, you should only use that line during extreme conditions, when all form of negotiation does not work; as the last bullet in the revolver. And I don’t think I should remind you that anal sex is prohibited in islam. You don’t really mean it when you say you’re going to anally rape her daughter, it’s just a fake threat, get it?

This was supposed to be a great threat. There is no father in this would that want to look at a picture of some young, hairy dude having anal sex with his precious princess.

On a second thought, just forget about that line. It will never work. You marry to make family members, not enemies.

Oh man, this is such a fucked up entry. I’m really sorry for the language. I really should be focusing on finding a job right now. Forget what I said. I promise to be more sensitive.

p/s:cock blocker: A person (male or female) who intentionally or unintentionally disrupts (block) a guy from getting some punani.

好きな女の子のタイプ

「どんな女の子がタイプ？」って良く聞かれた質問だが、毎回俺はこう答えた：「清潔感のある人」。あんまり考えたことのない質問だから、いつも適当に答えた。でも実はどうなの？って最近思い始めた。

好きなタイプって。。。あるのかな？

でも俺が確信したのはこういう人だ：肌がめっちゃ綺麗な人。

(^-^)v

肌が綺麗なお姉さんってすごい清潔感を持ち、いい香りをしそうで、さらに健康が良さそう！自己管理も良くて、優しそうじゃない？！納得できる理由ではないけど、分かる人は少なくないだろう。。。

すっぴんで超肌が綺麗な人ってマジやばいと思う！

舐めたい！

ヾ(^▽^;)ノ

ほら見ろ！

女性のその綺麗な肌は男をエッチにさせるんだ！これは間違いない。でも、それがタイプっていうのかな？ただの外見判断じゃねの？

問題に戻るとすれば、俺が好きな女の子のタイプと言えば、「元気よく、可愛い子」かな？でもそれはあいまいで範囲が広すぎる！難しいな。。。

でも、簡単に言うと、俺は広末涼子と榮倉奈々が好きだから、この二人のコンビネーションが俺のタイプかな？

ややこしい！！！

(=_=;)

leah dizon

so what's the current 'boom' in japan? what's hot right now? i'll tell you what. her name is leah dizon, a hapa beauty from the states. go here for her simple background info from wikipedia.

she's all over the place. comedy programs, music shows, talk shows you name it. the japanese gravure world has never been stirred up to this level of attention and excitement. every japanese pervert and even normal people (!) is taking notice of her. they were all screaming "kawaii!!!" everytime she makes a movement, it's surreal. and i'm one of them too. at least for the first 2 weeks i first know about her. just search for leah dizon in youtube, and maybe you'll be hooked to her too. it was said that every magazine that put her as the cover girl will definitely sell. and blogs that host her pictures is eating hits for breakfast, supper and dinner.

damn this girl makes me bought all her photo book and calender. that's a first. i never buy anything just because it's kawaii or beautiful. damn i was being floated by her mellowness and katakoto nihongo. so she's american right? and trying to be an idol in japan, you HAVE to be able to speak in japanese. and in my 4 years in japan, i have never heard any gaijin that speaks horrible japanese and still be so damn cute while at it. damn i wish she never gets good at it because she sounded so adorable with her horrible japanese.

i'm one of those who gets fed up with something very easily but there's something about her that makes me want to stay. i really have nothing else to say, so just enjoy my favorite pictures of LEAH DIZON, the black ship of the japanese gravure world! リア・ディゾン大好き！ oh, and one more thing, i'm collecting ALL of the videos of her tv appearances and ALL of her published pictures. and i'm being very successful. currently i have about 2Gs of her video and over 4000 pictures of her and i just can't stop. it's like hunting in the woods or something, not like i've done any hunting before though. crazy.

and oh i almost forgot. click the moving pictures below to see more of leah dizon at my zorpia photo album!

of mini towel, panties and spinach

wow it's been a whole week without any new post. it's not that it matters but, you know. just saying stuff. i'm trying to make an opening here. which is kinda boring. yeah. em.....

so i'm going to write about what has happened recently. to start off, today i got a ' new year gift ' from the national health insurance for being healthy the whole year and not using my insurance rights. so to prize me for not using their service the whole year, they sent me a set of small hand towels and a couple of bionic soups that are environmental friendly. merry. before opening the package i was a bit skeptical. did they sent me a box of anthrax because i forget to pay them last year? was it going to be a box full of midget ninjas trying to act cute upfront but when i'm looking back, slits my throat and pulls my heart out? those little assassins! but no, i got an orange hand towel. nice. it's fluffy. i kinda like fluffy things. and mini-towels.

last night i experienced something new. i went to a 'go-kon' (合コン) with my classmates, three of them to be exact. to those who doesn't know, go-kon is a group blind date in japan and it's famous with young people trying to find a new boyfriend/girlfriend. it's usually done in a small group of people consisting of a balanced proportion of boys and girls. in case of the go-kon that i participated last night, it's 4 boys and 4 girls. and yeah, all 4 of the girls are 3rd year high school girls. firstly, i would like to clear everything up. i agreed to participate just to help my perverted classmate, murasawa to fill up the 4 boys quota. my intentions that night was NOT to find a japanese girl friend, ok? i'm just trying to help a friend and while doing that, i could have a hands-on experience with one particular japanese culture. i have enough problems and rainbow six vegas to make me look like i'm busy and occupied.

but minutes before we the 4 boys meet the 4 girls, i kinda thought this to myself: yeah it's ok if you're not doing this blind date seriously but what if all 4 of those girls, even one of them, are like, super cute and absolutely full of 'genki'ness? what if they're hot, kawaii, innocent high school girls that just wanted to ' try it ' with a foreigner like what i have read on blogs of a few and many single foreigners in japan? i mean, you have to be a dumb fool if you ignore that. suddenly i'm getting excited and i started to hope for those girls to be cuter than ayase haruka and hasegawa kyoko? what if they're this what if they're that. i learned the first rule of go-kon. NEVER. i repeat. NEVER put your hopes high. yeah we met the 4 girls right. and sadly (although i'm not supposed to be, remember i'm only filling up the quota? stupid me) all of the girls are below average. i don't believe they're real high school girls. one girl even looks like a worker at a canteen or a food court, you know what i mean? those who looks like 'obasan'.

but it was not bad. we had some good conversations about a lot of things. looks like all 4 are very close friends. all of them want to be an elementary school or a kindergarten teacher. that's nice but i don't know about the other 3, but i'm SURE that obasan would end up in a canteen serving food. NO DOUBT ABOUT IT. out of all 4, there is one girl that i would consider OK, with a flash of genki and kawaii essence in her. i don't know why, but there are a lot of young japanese girls that has an uneven set of teeth, including her. lets call her tootsie. she is the most interesting of them all, but i'm not saying that i'm interested in her. but my friend murasawa and kawajiri seems to like this girl, but they're a bit shy. kawaii ne.

so although it's merely 5 ℃ outside, tootsie wears a short mini skirt with high heels. if i was her i would surely have frozen my vagina in the first 30 minutes. got her nails done with some diamond-like thingy stuck on it and all sort of weird japanezy trend going on, i don't really understand. i have a slight amazement with what these girls could endure just for fashion and looking good. hot or cold, mini skirt forever policy is a very hard policy for them but what can be done, japanese men like to see some legs i guess. but the no 1 thing that japanese men like is none other than a big, huge, eye popping set of hooters. stupid peer pressure.

so we went to a nice japanese style restaurant where the tables are brought close to the floor but you can put your feet under the table because there were feet space dug from the floor beneath the table. so you can put your feet below or just sit on the floor. i don't really know why, but tootsie sometimes chooses to move around trying to change her sitting positions. and yeah, although with the poor lighting condition, i unintentionally saw her panties when she did that. i swear it's just coincidence. call it luck or total misfortune, i didn't mean it. it's white with some fruit images on it. strawberry, banana, pineapple, grapes and maybe some guava, i don't really see it clearly. i felt so much guilt. i felt guilty as o.j. simpson. and what's worse, she noticed that i saw it. so she asked me with a big smiling blushy face: " you saw my panties right?". i got shot in the head at that time. so i horribly and desperately tried to explain to her that i didn't mean to look at it, it's just my good reflex skills at noticing something good to look at; and i was bestowed with the marvelous skill at the age of 7. i'll talk about that later, IF i remember to write about it. i don't mean it's good to look at, it's just, you know.... she smiled back and said " it's ok. it's my fault actually, i should be more careful." and being careful is not what tootsie is good at. i started to believe that she's doing those movements on purpose. i don't really mind if a lady volunteered to show me their lovely panties, but she's still an underage school girl and i really feel weird about it. to think about it, why the hell did i agreed to participate in a go-kon with a bunch of japanese high school girls in the first place? damn, i'm a BAD person. or maybe i just have too many perverted japanese friends, like murasawa.

so tootsie wants to be a kindergarten teacher right? so from out of nowhere she forced me to listen to a children story about a family of happy fingers, that she wrote herself. the idea is simple. the thumb finger is the father, index the mother, middle the brother, ring the little sister and pinky the little brother. so little sister is jealous of little brother because every one in the family closes their eyes on every shit the little bastard do; but when ever SHE did something wrong, she got scolded. i'm not really paying attention because it's RIDICULOUS !!! even for a children's story !!! then we also played some simple children's game, some of if i'm familiar with and some of it are totally new. it was not bad at all.

the other 3 girls, i really have nothing much to say. obasan is like an obasan. she talks too fast and were using far too much touhoku accent, i don't really understand what she's trying to tell me. another girl is just too shy to talk. i gave her one sentence of question/conversation, she answered it with another sentence of conversation. and all that we talked is about the vegetable meal (spinach mixed with goma) we had in front of us. she is so small and so short. her height is just 140cm! i'm sure if i kick her HARD enough, i can make her fly 50meters away. the last girl is the most normal one. quite talkative, dresses politely and she even knows where malaysia is! everyone else have no idea where malaysia is located, but when i said it's the country between singapore and thailand, they give me this blank look telling me this: where the hell is thailand and singapore? so i ended up drawing the whole map of asia starting from japan on the dining tissue. i think japanese people, especially the young ones should really take more interest in other foreign country (especially asian), not just usa. these people should stop being such fucking ignorant idiots!

after about 4 hours of a bad, crazy and boring go-kon, we decided to end the event by exchanging our email addresses. i only exchanged my email address with tootsie and the normal girl and i had no time to ask the shy girl and obasan for theirs because i got to catch the train. when i was on the train back to sansai, my phone sings the song of pac-man, a sign of a new email. no. it's not from tootsie. it's from obasan. she asked the normal girl for my address. and she uses too much 絵文字(emoji: advanced emoticons; ideograph; pictograph). just like a normal obasan, her emojis feel forced, like she was trying hard to be like a normal teenage girl. i only replied her once. that's all. tootsie on the other hand is quite good at writing emails. and the normal girl writes to me like it's an official letter.

all in all, it was a time and energy consuming event that i don't want to participate in anymore, at least for now. i guess i'll sign off right now. i got some cleaning to do and i'm still not finished stuffing up my travel bag with stuff; because i'm going back to malaysia tomorrow afternoon yeah !!! i want to eat meat !!! hot red meat !!! i want to kill those delicious animals and eat them like a fucking cannibal hwahwhawhahahhhaa !!!

exam's over ! i'm free! at least for a moment....

fuck yeah exam is over indeed! it feels like someone has lifted this heavy burden off my shoulders a bit and i do feel like i'm breathing a new, fresher air now; my chest jumps and danced like a little girl in tandem with the sound of the bell signaling the end of my last paper for the mid-term exam. it's cherry with vanilla ice cream.

today i got only 2 papers: 伝熱工学 (dennetsu: heat-transfer engineering?) and 機械力学 (kiriki: machine mechanics?). i did pretty well with dennetsu, i must be a fucking genius or something! but i can't say the same thing about machine mechanics. out of the 10 papers that i took, this subject has to be the worst one. i wish i had more time to prepare, well, it's over now so there's nothing else that i can do. fuck that. yesterday i got 4 (!) papers so that's why i don't have the time to write about it last night (like the first and second day of exam) because i was too busy and too tired. the papers i took was 生産工学(seisan: production), 制御工学(seigyo: control),　ロボット工学(robot), 数値計算法(suuchi: statistics calculation?). i did pretty well, i hope. it was a hard day, but i was happy at the end because i did better than i expected. so to summon up my impressions about this semester's mid exam: i think i did pretty fucking awesomely good and this has got to be my best performance in my studies in japan. i don't want to brag and all but like i give a fuck about what you think about me, so yeah i'm pretty happy with myself.

after exam, everyone has this tired but happy look on their faces; i was dancing with mori, murata was singing the patriotic song of japan that were used to help japanese propaganda during the world war 2, murasawa is lying on the floor i don't know what the hell happened to him; and suddently, miyashita sensei called me told me this: i was chosen by the school to write an article that are going to be on the school's monthly magazine about my 3-year-long-life in nagano kousen and what i feel about graduation. i was asked to do a 600 japanese-words article about a subject that i don't really like, and there's nothing profitable for me, except i can put a picture of my most 'sparkling moment' during my kousen life (that's how the request translates in english, really!) on the magazine and that would be very nice for nostalgic memories in the future.

aha! remember my post about me leading the sports oath ceremony? they printed the picture of my fat ass when i was on stage, stretching my hand forward like a nazi pose! well, it's not a big deal anyways but still, it feels kind a good to know that people actually realized my puny existence. oh, and i also have hemorrhoids. i've been infected by this pain-in-the-ass virus for a week now and i'm still not getting any medical treatment. i just trust my ass to cure itself. he's a tough boy. nothing that my lovely ass can't handle, well maybe except a hard jewish gay cock. or any cock. even artificial ones. i want to kill all gay people in this world !

so now that the exams is over, i can finally turn my attention to my (still) unsolved '280000yen problem' that i've been avoiding direct contact with since the problem occurred right before the first day of exam. nice fucking timing. so my job now is to find more strong points that can be used agaist my assailants *cough* stupidfuckingsoftbank *cough*. my fight againts them starts again tomorrow morning. i don't want to talk about the details, but this really pisses me off. i'm one of those guys who don't get angry easily but when i do, man i'd do anything to fight back. you don't piss me off and get away from it. that's my quality assurance right there.

currently i'm also waiting patiently for my new graphic card to arrive. the mighty radeon x1950 pro! man i can't wait to play shader model 3.0 games like splinter cell double theory and rainbow6 vegas with this awesome card. this card goes on sale tomorrow in japan and i'll get my card this monday, IF, the delivery guy doesn't fuck things up. this is going to be my last graphics card update because when i'm upgrading my computer next time, it's going to be a whole new rig with windows vista, core duo 2 3.0ghz, 2g RAM, Sound Blaster Xi-Fi, a high end 512mb directx 10 card with shader model 4.0 graphics card and a japanese hooker. ok the last one is just a dream i had last night. and it was very nice.

i am also thinking and asking myself: is this a good time to pick up that sexy xbox360 that's been doing pretty good lately with the release of AAA titles like gears of war and r6 vegas? a LOT of other AAA titles are also going to be released next year like halo3 (hopefully). the ps3 and wii is shit right now, but just wait for a year and it'll turn from a fucked up ugly duck bitch into a hot saliva dripping beautiful white swan that everyone, from kids to grannies , wants a piece of. the future of console gaming is as bright as the flash light those 40-something japanese nerds with their big-ass slr camera used to take photos of girls in their skimpy, flesh baring cosplay costumes. ok, i admit it, i like those girls too, but these nerds is making me sick to my stomach. i mean, it's FREAKAAAAYYY !!! they took these pictures, developed it themselves and use it as their daily dose of masturbation-assisting material. malaysia don't want to be a developed country but has a basically, although this is very harsh, fucked up society and people like japan. perverts, pedophiles, bullying in school that lead to suicides, japanese weird porn etc. these is not what malaysia wants to be. wait a minute. exclude the japanese porn part. that was a gift from above.

wow what a long post! this time i don't want to put colors in my texts because it's such a troublesome when you write THIS much! damn, i have too much free time now! i should have done something more useful like exercising, practicing my cooking skills, playing violent video games and watching stupid japanese gameshows on tv. but i choose to blog. because it's cool. and you're cool too for reading this until the end. or you just have too much free time. what the hell are you doing? get off the internet already and go say hi to that old friend you've not been in contact with lately. tell him/her that i'm going back to malaysia from 21december to 9january.

until next time. assalamualaikum.