Water Closet Thingy

I just bought a new Marshall amp and unconsciously it cost me a mere 800 bucks… my last Marshall amp where I bought in Japan fucked me up due to its 110V needed… long before Marshall I am used to go with not so well-known brand… I am forgot what is the brand but however it served me fine and excellent sounds though I am not a good guitarist neither… but I am sure hell that I can fabricate and construct excellent songs…hahahahah….

Most of my boredom time in w.c.(water closet) if not reading or smoking, will be used as a place for screaming grungely my own private concert… well that’s kind of sucks and shameful, rite… don’t tell me you are never… statistically 90.76% of population tends to do this kind of thingy as well…

Now I am thinking of consideration to put some of my never ever release songs in here maybe in near future… hahahahahaha…. blatantly… cheers…

Bangsawan

1) I am not a believer in 1Malaysia which endorsed by Najib. This is principally neither practicable nor logical while UMNO still going to promoted only 1 race along against the odd with other components in the ruling coalition.

2) 1Malaysia sounds too familiar contrast of DAP submission(or whatever). Najib is kind of frantic. Malaysia once again facing noble blood(darah bangsawan) as a leadership after 30 years. Previous bangsawan leadership rumors a big failure and irresolution(hearsay).

3) UMNO make more further step to distant away when choosing Najib as a president thus determination distinguish one more failure Prime Minister in the making. And let’s not talked who is Hishamudin Husin, Mukhriz Mahathir, or several other names. We knew who their fathers are. Najib is unlike his father, does not grow up as publics, normal citizen. Fart…..

4) I will say go for president to Muhyidin Yasin but uncannily he doesn’t have enough balls for it. Muhyidin I believed can go more than just a deputy. Such unchallengeable in president seat candidacy only proved how undemocratic and orthodox UMNO are. Now I can’t wait to see the move of Zahid Hamidi, may God rock climbing him till pinnacle. And pity goes to Khairi Jamaludin. May we’ll see another episode of the fall of former vice president Isa Samad after this?

5) Money politics is mainly other words or connotation of bribery, corruption, dishonesty, treachery, fraud, or inducement. This is so hypocrite and shameful when at the same time they promotes sincerely, genuinely, truthfully, straightforwardly, indisputably bla,bla,bla…

6) Altantuya case closed and debriefed on the same day as announcement of restructure of the new cabinet. Odds. Off course media will give more focus into cabinet restructure than this petite moment murder case. Nice plan. Very nice. Two ninja fuckers will be hanging till death but are they? We don’t even recognize or see their face yet. They are ninja off course. Nice fucking plan. One nerd fucker already fled abroad as a result of not making sense at all. Funny bunny…

7) 4 days before new cabinet announcement we have witnessed the true love of a father to his beloved son when the father rejoin UMNO, promotes UMNO in by-election, and consequently make his loser beloved son to become MITI deputy minister. The loser son famously had known dreaming as a youth but fascinatingly his ages are more than 40. Pity once again goes to Khairi Jamaludin.

8) I don’t like Rosmah taste of fashion. She’s looked unintelligent. I hope she is not that fussy bitch that many rumors circulated around but her appearances just proved it. Not well said, sorry huh… just catch her glimpse on tv yesterday morning…

9) People are tired of those fucking whatever blood in ladder of leadership. History proves Hillary Clinton been rejected because of such relation, because simply they don’t want another Bush after Bush, and because name proves nothing.

10) A little inaccuracy sometimes saves tons of explanation. It is always the best policy to tell the truth, unless, of course, you are an exceptionally good liar. And I am fucked!!!

EM KCUF (as a reversible of ‘fuck me’)

MORNING SICKNESS THEY SAID

Little man got woke up… found in an unfamiliar room….. cozy, spacey…. Window is widely opened and sun is setting high at twelve… then realized he is not alone, besides him laying a beautiful girl….half covered, innocence, and radio is playing an Elliot Smith’s Somebody That I Used To Know… he saw her breast, full beneath a light muslin gown, so diaphanous that he fancied he could make hard points of her nipples, straining against the taut fabric….

LAST NIGHT WITHOUT SUPPER

Everything is still pending and not confirms… vocation sometimes can be a real burden, bored, and gives consequence of shit and muddy obsession which sometimes one describes as unobserved to have self-control… slumber is not a primary option, reading is not an obsession albeit he occasionally pick to it when stuck in a boredom room waiting shit going out from an anus… while waiting is not kind of job that promises, this night is perfect havoc for a simpleton like him……

WHY SO SERIOUS

Every so often that little man thinks he is no different from other malicious being created on this filthy whatsocalled planet earth…. Dreaming, wondering, masturbating, what the fuck doing, what the fuck thinking, what the fuck reciprocating, and he slowly screaming exhausted just for his only ears a groaning that proves gun is already loaded, ready maybe for off target again, not to aim for what that gun should made be into…. Damn dirty apes men can be when unobserved in the middle of porn warehouse…

PEACE

Enthusiastically vocalizations, this is not who the little man not who the little man not the little man…. Well he is not… not into this filthy shit, pollution, orthodox minded, what the fuck….. fuck them…. Little man is a working mind, perfected from butchery mechanism, and just because sometimes that sleazy mental of his other persona reclaimed his mind that he is so into rain just now... stay dry they said but what the hell…. greenie grass is so goooood….. and let’s not speaking of smell twisted from the smoke generated itself….


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Chronicles of not so extraordinary mental who’s living in a room which telephone number is weirdly 222….so porn and sucky-sucky they said….and believe it or not mental can see a rainbow while showering with hot-hot heat water……..well an honor yes…..