Exams!

Okay!

Exams are coming!

studieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!

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hhehe

stole it from da web!

LoL... Cute. Read!

Da cutest thing happened...

My friend's dog...

apparently a Golden Retriever

(but it looks white)

trailed me all the way from its house to me taking a stroll....

I was taking a stroll at my neighbourhood

then I heard something.

Huffs and Puffs.

A dog's huff's and puffs...

at first it sounded quick.

I turned around and see a doggie running up to me....

then I quickly armed myself (by taking out my shoe)

then as the dog got nearer...

lol

Lo and Behold!

its Paws!

it trailed me all the way from my friend's place!

soooooo cute.

my friend didn't even knew where Paws went

cause he let Paws out for its own stroll....

and it chose to find me!

so damn cute

I AM GONNA OWN A GOLDEN RETRIEVER!!!!

Woof* (Old faithfuls... so cute!!!!)

Daniel yells,"R OIUE2 3-509gf(*& HFM(*EURV(* U#)%*U %B(*#U)V (#*U$V #!!!"

omg...

my heart so crazy melted!

lol

=)

look at me u stupid cute little DuMb DaWg!!

Here...

This is what I draw when I'm sad.
A world of black and white.
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sigh...

I feel bad.

I'm tired of people rejecting me.
really.
I know I ain't as fun to be with like some people I know.
I know sometimes I accidentally say something stupid.
I know I like attention.
But so what, we all like attention don't we?
I just don't know where to get attention from.
If you guys are so good at being yourself,
then teach me how to be me!

I like attentions that is genuine.
I like attentions that is kind.
And best of all, I like attentions that is patient.
Why the hell would I simply want attention from a mamak attendant??




Recently,
I've been betrayed.
I feel bad.
So damn bad.
I don't know why.

I don't even know is it even called betrayal.
I was just ditched aside.
Cause someone told me to get a 'new friend'.
I didn't think he meant it, but after a few times I tried making my steps.
I figured he did.


I don't know why would he say that.
All the laughs and inside jokes, if it were,
are now all gone.
I felt like I lost a friend.
Cause I trusted him so much.
Now I felt like I lost myself.
I don't know who to hang out with in college now.
I'm sooo torn.

I feel like a damn loser.

Shit.

This hurt me bad.
They always make me look like a villain.
Make me look like an outcast.
Purposely pick arguments and simply label me as something I'm not exactly.
Then when I retort, to defend myself,
they just make it worse for me.
Keep the air hostile.
Keep the mood angered.

So if I ever want to tag along,
I'm in for another scorn treat.

I can't believe I always want to hang around them.
I'm such an idiot.
When I was younger,
I followed nobody.
And nobody followed me.

Now when I'm older,
I don't know how to follow people.
When I follow anyone,
they always make me feel like an annoyance to be rid of.

I've always wanted to help them
I never backstab them
I never speak false light about them.
I always wanted to be part of something.

I always put the blame on my looks.
the blame on my skills.
If you all don't know,
I really wish I could play music.
Then maybe things won't be so bad.

These people don't appreciate arts.
These people don't appreciate basketeball.
These people don't appreciate words.
All the more reason, they don't appreciate me.

Shit.
Fag man...
why am I typing all these out.
I don't even know who will read them.

I just want to remind myself,
how I hate to lose friends.
how I hate to be alone.
and how I hate to be left behind.

Why isn't there someone like me out there?
If there is, where can I find them?
I've always dream a place where I am always welcome.
No matter what.
I'm always important.
No matter what.
a place where the people are happy to have me.
No matter what.

Guess that place is no where near earth.

Oh,
Now I remember too.
I also pretty much hate to move on.
Move on from something/someone that I had so much hope on
So much efforts and time spent on
So much secrets and trust placed on
just to figure that something/someone isn't going to be with me.

it's so difficult to learn from all these.
No one in my life to teach my how to.
Why don't you?
And if you teach me, would you not throw me away?
Like a once upon a time friend I had?

(",)

Sighx...

I'm not crying.
I'm just hurt bad.
Very.

The incredible Hulk. (A must read for all you Hulk Haters!)

Hi anyone who reads these posts,

I look forward to introduce you a character from the Marvel Universe,

the massive green behemoth named, Hulk.

As you all know that Hulk

is and embodiment of sheer strength and raw power

from the most primalistic nature.

He is originally Bruce Banner before he was struck forcefully by a gamma ray
which alters his DNA that when angered or stressed
transforms, evolves, mutates whatever into the jaded gargantuan monster.

The rest of the story most of you knows.

But here comes a part where I want to stress out about our green friend here.

The story of Hulk is a sad story,
one that subdued my heart and bleed pity profusely for the big guy.

Bruce Banner is a prisoner of his 'gift'/'curse', a prisoner of one's own power.

He is not exactly a vigilante nor a bad guy in any pursuit but instead,

a mistaken and miscommunicated fellow who's strength is too strong for its own good.

One of the most tormented souls in this Marvel Universe

He's always perceived as a fugitive and criminal

due to the wake of destruction wherever he went.

There's always someone around the corner to aggravate him.

Sad guy, who's temper who's just a little shorter than most.

As you all also know that Hulk comes from the Marvel Universe,

which means that there are more than just Hulk or Spiderman or Fantastic Four,

which ALSO means that there are more than the villains we saw on the screens.

And many, of the villains that we haven't seen on the screens,

are a whole lot stronger that those we know of.

There's the 'Gods' using incalculable powers against humanity

there's the world eater, Star destroyer and ETC villains.

And the Marvel Heroes are there to protect the earth always and forever.

Although most of the Heroes can defend Earth from God-like villains,

not all can survive encounters with those baddies.

Spiderman's powers are considered too minor for combats against these foes
Same goes to Captain America and Iron Man etc.

They need some powers, some tankers (means someone up in the front line)

they need a power whose source is equal to match those really really undefeatable baddies.

Here is where they draw the line of Hulk:

They need him.

Now Hulk, a tormented soul of his ownself, fearing to hurt anyone

and fearing to be hurt, 'emotionally' and fearing breaks of friendships

is laying waste to the isolated areas of the world.
How can he help those who chase him?

Who wants him dead.

Who despises him.

And what can they offer him but more hurts, aggravations, and anger?

They had always turned their back on him.

Pointing out that his intelligence and senility is too puny for his frame.

But deep down, Hulk is a very deep person.

He can love if he wants to.

He can care if he wants to.

He can help IF, he wants to.

He sometimes wonders if he can 'try' to control his anger

then maybe they'd accept him.

He sometimes wonders that if he hasn't saved that reckless teenager from

being blast by the gamma rays.

Then maybe he won't be what he is today.

He sometimes even wonders, if Betty still loves him.

The sadness and grief all cannot compensate for the state which he is now.

And he cannot be stressed by these thoughts at all.
Because if he does get stressed, he becomes the big crusher.

And that is what he is avoiding.

So how does the Hulk tries to stop thinking about these things

and try to think of peace and etc

is always interfered by idiotic villains or any pests.

So irritating and sad at the same time.

Don't want to hurt others when they want to hunt you down.

Don't want to become the Hulk but the stress is unavoidable.

Don't want to be hated and tries to control the Hulk side of him, but very tough.

Bruce Banner is a really sad fellow!!

Becoming the Hulk is so dangerous...

And he knows he is unstoppable.

Very unstoppable.

And so, there was a time where the entity called Onslaught,

a sentient/a character which is the combination of Professor X's consience

and Magneto's dark hidden alter ego,

(As if he's not dark enough)

which is virtually indestructible, wields immeasurable cosmic powers threatens mankind, and mutantkind (I dont know what they call them).

The villains and heroes combined together. It was something like this, and stood up together for once to defend the turf they were granted.

Many, many, many voluntary and summoned heroes perished in this major

bigtime conflict against this monstrosity.

For some reasons, the denizens of the Marvel Universe has found another bigger monstrosity than Hulk, the Onslaught.

Now, since many heroes perished in this plight,

the HQ of the Heroes summoned to line a flank to bring it down.

They seemed to have every piece in the puzzle,

until they concluded they needed Hulk.

And Hulk answered.

In the end, Hulk defeated that maniacal monstrosity.
With the help of others of course.

And Hulk was granted some recognition,

for a while.

Then the HQ of superheroes came to a conclusion

that Hulk is the next biggest threat to mankind and humanity, after Onslaught.

Together they quickly assembled a powerful enough squadron to track

down Hulk and subdue him into a spacecraft.

For travelling purpose.

Destination?

A planet of pure peace and no lifeforms so that Hulk may find some solitary there.

They use words like,"Its for your own good, besides, you said you don't want to hurt anyone and want nobody to hurt you. So, this journey will be the journey of your life"

Furious.

Angered.

Bittered.
Betrayed.

He helped them destroy the Onslaught.

He helped them defended against flanks of space invaders.
He helped them form a powerful affiliation called the Avengers.
He helped the military form a powerful superhuman serum.

and now they send him away.
Away and never to return.

No more home.

No more chance to try.

No more Betty Ross...

Well...

the story goes on.

There you go,

a small brief story of the Hulk.

A sad big fellow running away from himself and people.

Now caught, sent away, and to be forgotten.

Lest he is monitored.

Now,

How do you feel if it was you?

What would you do?

You can relate your talents to Hulk's powers.

What would you do if your talents make you what you are?

-End-

DO NOT READ!! I assure you that this is nothing!

ARE ANY OF U AFRAID OF INSECTS?



I FREAKING AM!




It was a fine dark midnight AND I, Dan the Man
was hungry and decided to make some instant noodles.
Okay... that wasn't the highlight of my post.
The highlight is this:

When I was cooking and boiling my water...
I noticed something scurrying at a corner of my eye.
I turned quick to catch it, with my eyes of course, to
see wat the heck was it.

And Lo behold, the heck was a freaking ROACH!
I was stunned....
I was thinking of all the possible ways to get rid of it
but I am REALLY afraid of touching that thing!

I stood there facing my formidable foe while my hands\
quickly handle my noodles....

when I was done, my Dad appeared out of nowhere
and he was slowly stumbling around the kitchen.
He has Parkinson disease u see, so his movements are
very limited depending on his will and medication and
strength.

Time2time i see him suddenly just fall down
its really sad and pitiful.... really
i cried

but anyway,
What a relief to have my Dad here in my hour of need.

So I quickly informed my Dad about the Roach.
My dad looks at it and there was no reaction nothing.
WOW... so cool...
so I quickly left the kitchen to dine my noodles while I
leave the insect ridding to my dad.

After a few movements I hear, then I heard a silent curse
.
.
.
.
then silence
.
.
.
.
then slow movements of things moving around
.
.
.
.
then I heard a light splash
and a short cackle followed after that.

My dad then hollered to me and say
"got it!"

I wasn't surprised of his boldness to deal with it
I was more surprise of how a fast little thing like
that can lose to my dad's slow and lumbering
movements

Then my dad says in Chinese.
"That stupid cockroach is fast, I give it that.
I tried using my slippers and plates, (Plates!
Goodness.... are u sure that wasn't my plate?
Cause I still wanna use it!) to try and hit it.
But "Chinese foul language" that thing just can
hide anywhere and squeeze through here and
there.

So I thought of what is the fastest thing in the house?

Water."

Then my dad explained to me his experience with
cockroaches told him that these things has a bad habit.
When they run to a corner, they just stay there cause
they thought you can't see them.
Well, they were wrong!

My dad say he took HOT BOILING water from my noodles pot
with a scoop and slowly rinse the water over that thing.
And lo behold....... Death is imminent.
Actually the roach didn't die of it. It was badly injured thus
slowing its speed dramatically.

And that was how my dad got it.

After that.... I laughed so hard I lost my appetite to eat.
A slow dad with Parkinson disease can eliminate a small fast cockroach
And me.... a sportsman who is pretty hyper is freaked out of it.

pussy me!
I really find this incident SUPER funny.... U would too if U knew my Dad
=)




Peace out Dad... Love u!

Quack...