What Up Losers

Welcome, to another entry of sarcasm coming from a sadomasochistic single soon to be lady. I attended the district 'Public Speaking Competition' this morning. I'm feeling rather pissed, at he bogus result. Just what does it take to make you an excellent speaker? Your pronunciation or your spontaneous response? Today, the winner did not fall on such a category. I was rather perplexed, and impressed at a particular girl who should be crowned, winner. Although pissed, there isn't a thing I can do. I can brag on and on but as heel would it bring anything. The purpose of this entry is pretty much to announce that this certain girl should have won. Why you may ask.

1. She delivered her speech flawlessly although it started slow due to not remembering the speech.
2. She made me hate myself, damn it.
3. She made my day.
4. She was quick to respond

Mt reasons may be personal, but isn't this what its all about? he motive of such competitions are to gain the audiences' and judges' attention and love. To make the audience fall in love with you, that is what a winner would have achieved.

This is getting boring

This is getting boring =_=

I Need A Corrector

They say that a person's feeling can be described through words. What is it that tells a person's current feeling? The words used, the style of the sentence. Or the adjectives. Because right now, I'm writing this in tears. They've stopped for now, and I'm having a terrible nose block and headache.

You see, if you were to read the first few lines, could you tell my thoughts, my situation? Only when I mentioned about myself crying did you realise that I'm in pain. Only when I sound out does my thoughts reach others. So its more like, I'm hitting a wall. After hitting do I feel the pain, other than that it remains that, silent, oblivious to my agony.

I hate this. i hate relationships that's feelings are shown only when sounded out. Unfortunately, it seems I'm in plenty of them. I'm sure that my sarcasm or rather my name calling harassment might have caused a few to sob, but how would i know if I weren't told. You might say that I should have realise it but how would I realise it when I haven't been given a chance to understand a person? I guess I'm lacking the self conscious on what is funny and what is over the top.

Its a two way relationship, if you don't say a thing, I'll never. You might think that I ought to have realise it, then perhaps you're wrong. Perhaps i'm not the sharpest knife when it comes to such a topic. I don't need comforting, I need someone to point my mistakes. I don't need a comforter, I need a corrector.

A Slut's Diary

What to write, what to write...
How would I start this new entry? I suppose I ought to write something relevant.
What is relevant? the fact that I can't pronounce 'through' , 'three' and 'wealth'?
The many words that seem to come out just wrong from my mouth.Heck it sounded alright to me, but somehow it caused me lessons in front of the whole class.
Unlike before, i don't feel humiliated, rather i take it as an experience.
I've grown i guess. Perhaps my determination to have confidence in speech is working..
Hah, its become a diary. I think diaries are stupid. Why? because the life of a student is boring. Its full of the normal daily routines.
So lets write the diary of someone, a diary of a prostitute. :D
(Although a prostitute is probably gonna use vulgarity in her blog, I still refuse to do so.)


5/3/2009 ( Thursday )
11.15.pm

Here I am sitting in front of my laptop. Its so totally killing me. I mean its like friggin 11pm and I'm here writing a blog? It means that I've got no costumer. It means that no friggin pathetic single or married men wants me. If you ask me, I prefer single men.. they have no friggin women so they'll fool around more. They have more experience than those married men. Its like, married men has their only friggin style and its like created just for their wives. I mean, your wife ... isn't like every other woman's... friggin married men. They're so much trouble. they so friggin wanna have an affair but yet are scared off their balls to do so. They think that a bad tan or an ugly coat from FCUK is gonna hide their shit? I say they're worthless shit. If you wanna have a bloody affair, do it openly you dickhead. Men are the shit.And sex is the shit. The whole bloody world is the shit.
Shit you bitch!

Your truly,
An failed impersonation of a slut.

>_>.. whoops I couldn't keep off the vulgarity.

Dead Baby Jokes

Here's a series of dead baby jokes that are bound to refresh your day and make you rethink about having those parasites known as children.

Dead Baby Jokes
Whats funnier than twelve dead babies nailed to one tree?
One dead baby nailed to twelve trees!!

Whats the difference between a dead baby and a trampoline?
I take my shoes of before I jump on a trampoline.

Whats the difference between a porche and a pile of dead babies?
I wish I had a porche in my garage!

What is Red pink and silver?
A baby chewing on razors

Whats green black and rusty?
The same baby 2 weeks later.

"why would you put a baby in a blender feet first?
so you could see the look on its face as it gets chopped up"

how many babies does it take to paint a house?
depends on how far the blood splatters as you throw them against it

a baby is born, and the doctor starts throwing the baby against the wall
"why are you doing that?" she asks
"oh, don't worry, its already dead"

what’s the difference between a truckload of dead babies and a truckload of bricks?
you cant unload the bricks with a pitchfork

what is red, screams and goes around in circles?
a dead baby with its foot nailed to the floor

whats the diff between a dead baby and an onion
you cry when you chop up onions

if a tree falls on a baby in the forest, and there is nobody around to hear it, is it still hilarious?

Q: What's blue, purple, pink, and sits in the corner?
A: A baby with a rubber band around it's neck.

Q: What do the gynaecologist and the pizza delivery boy have in common?
A: They can both smell it but can't eat it!

what do you call a dead baby hanging on your wall?
art

Q: What's black and blue and smokes in the corner?
A: A baby chewing on an extension cord

whats purple, covered in pus and squeels?
a skinned baby covered in salt

what do you get when you have sex with a pregnant woman?
a baby with a black eye!

what do you get a dead baby on its birthdday?
a dead puppy

whats worse than a baby in a trash can lid?
a trashcan lid in a baby

Whats the best thing about dead siamese twin babies?
THREESOME!!

whats small, red and cant turn in a hallway?
a baby with a javelin through its throat

• How do you stop a baby crawling round in circles ?
Nail its other hand to the floor.

Why do you unload a truck full of babies with a pitchfork?
So you can tell which ones are still alive.

How are babies and the elderly alike?
Both are fun to throw out of moving cars

What's white and bobs up and down in a baby's crib ?
A Pedophiles ass.

What's the difference between a lamp and a dead baby?
It's really easy to turn on a lamp.

How many dead babies does it take to screw in a light bulb?
As many as it takes to climb on top of them in order to reach the socket.

What's grosser than gross?
A garbage can full of dead babies.

What's grosser than that?
The one at the bottom is still alive.

What's grosser than that?
He has to eat his way to freedom.

What's grosser than that?
He goes back for more.

Funny shit

Funny shit, for me that is. Others might find it cruel and disgusting.



Cyanide & Happiness @ Explosm.net

The Link For The Funny Shit

Bananas are awesome. They taste awesome, they're easy to eat and they're cheap or should I say easy to find, except for the lousy sap around a banana. I've cut down a lot on my internet time since this year. And my focuses are mainly on this blog and facebook which is currently spammed by the notorious happy turtle...
I kinda missed my crunchyroll days, but chatting there and being a mini mod seems to have lost its touch. The crunchyrollers know me as maki, they know me as the highly exalted maki who can strip any child naked with a gleam of my eyes. True story...

Which concludes that the internet cannot be trust. because I'm actually 70% gay and is transexual.. true story .///.

Now that you've read this far, just what direction am I heading? From bananas it jumped to cr then til fake identities.. you can pretty much tell that I'm random. Very random indeed. One might think that I'd fit in with them 4chan users.

Just what is it that I want to write about? Anime perhaps? I've watched dozens of animes, each of different genres. I could summarise the synopsis but seeing how overrated it is, its kinda lost its touch.

Just what is it that would make people want to come back, why do people follow blogs? because they want to know about a person, they want to hear their thoughts, their feelings no matter how messed up it is. Because people want to have a reason, because people want to have friends. Men cannot live alone, me are meant to socialise, they're meant to live in groups. Solidarity is hell enough.

So I'm guessing I wish to start a blog that would give others a reason to follow, something that would play a role in the internet world. Although it may be virtual, or insincere, at least you're enhanced some how or another.

Where will I be headed? that's for me to write and for you to give me a reason to write.

Note that I tend to spice up my tags.
Feel Free To Worship Me.

Message to Wei Yuu

I've read my friend's blogs. There's a bitter envy, meh they have replies. They have readers. Its pretty obvious that no one pays any attention, it might be a language barrier? or is it my sarcasm that isn't happy reading.
Its nice to be heard, its nice to have the courage to sound your thoughts.
I lack that courage in lengths, in miles and light years in fact.
Weird, the latest blog entry my one and only "bitch" also known as follower posted is similar to my thoughts this past week.
I hate myself, for giving advice but not taking it myself. I hate myself for being discovered, for being weak. Nothing good ever comes from pride, and nothing good ever comes from me, since I'm full of pride. Its fun to have others remember your birthday, its nice when you're being remembered, when you're being put into consideration.

Here's a little message to my one and only blog follower, your little entry made me write about such things, do you still think that you're nobody? do you still think that nobody cares? Everyone plays a part, everyone affects everyone.

Life's a bitch, you either continue to be its bitch, or make it your bitch.

If You Read This, Please Direct Your Attention Away From The 36-Coloured Pages Of Pornography You're Reading And Spend A Few Minutes To Hear Me Out

If You Read This, Please Direct Your Attention Away From The 36 Coloured Pages Of Pornography You're Reading And Spend A Few Minutes To Hear Me Out

I have nothing to write. I'm basically bored out of my mind. Well if you must know why I'm currently clueless about what to type out, its because I believe that a blog, isn't just a person narrating his/her daily ins and outs or opinions on a certain something. A blog is meant to be read and as an intellectual being, we ought to have the sense of differentiating right and wrong, fact and bullshit. Thus we have the choice to accept what we see and hear.

So the reason for this stagnancy is due to the fact that this blog is rather.. a one way blog. Since nobody gives a damn or maybe its cause, it hasn't stirred any interest among the viewers. Comments are most welcomed be it good or bad. I wouldn't want to sound like a complete self talking idiot at the end of the day.

Cheers,
Feel Free To Worship Me.

How To Make Your Girlfriend Happy =)

1. Tell her she's fat, and buy her a maternity dress. It shows how much you care =)
2. Respect her by not going beyond holding hands, saying that you do not date your mother.
3. Buy her chocolates for Valentine's Day, with a picture of a fat guy dying of man boobs cancer and diabetes.
4. Tell her that you'd like to take her virginity (a woman's pride) because you can't imagine anyone else wanting it.
5. Tell her how beautiful she is compared to a kid suffering from down syndrome.
6. Show how much you love her by having an affair as practice so that you'll perform your utmost when getting laid with her.
7. Restrict her from shopping ad spend all your money on a hooker. It shows that you want her to have efficient money for the years to come.

will be continued... maybe

An Interesting AMV

Please watch the following video as a form of art and nothing else.
(Both video and link have been posted)



"This Is A Giant Cock" AMV

An awesome AMV for Azumanga Daioh and Mezzo Forte. Two thumbs up for the great combination of animation and song.

A brief introduction
The song is titled - Stupid MF ... obviously
by Mindless Self Indulgence

Anime used : AzumangaDaioh and Mezzo Forte

Note that Azumanga Daioh is a slice of life anime meaning, its about how people live their days but when it comes to anime, there's bound to be a dose of over exaggerating. Overall, a friendly anime for all viewers above 13 years of age.

Mezzo Forte OVA is not the same as Mezzo Forte DSA. The latter is a squeal of the highly violent yet uncut Mezzo Forte which was ruined by a few scenes of women being raped which was not necessary at all. If, you live alone or have the chance to use your computer alone, I reckon you download the Director's cut version of Mezzo Forte which has no sex at all, and just enjoy the extreme violence. Mezzo Forte DSA however promises a storyline with no erotic scenes of nudity whatsoever, I think.

I don't think I have to explain myself, but just to clear any misunderstandings. How I was to come across such an AMV which contained adult material was due to my thirst of violence and Azumanga.

Something Relevant To This Blogger

I missed out on posting 2 blogs, it means that I have a life and am currently living it.
If you must know the reasons because you spent 2 sleepless nights staring at my page,
the reasons are:
1. I went to the capital
2. I had a chance to taste Belgium beer which is the smoothest beer I've ever tasted. Cans are for poor people

My brother brought me to Brussells which is at The Palm is I'm not mistaken( the big complex that has plenty of restaurants in it that's near UM). Laffe ( pronounced as left??), spelling? was unlike anything I've tasted, it wasn't biter, and it wasn't too gassy, excellent.

I reckon you ditch your Tigers and Guinness and treat yourself with some foreign home made beer, its a whole different level of taste.

This is the first time I'm acrually blogging about something relevant to my life.

It Lives

Surprisingly, I have the will power to continue day two of my blog which has never happen before.
If you are reading this very message, it could either be:

1. You're a pathetic fool that has an orgasm at the sight of my name
2. My shit is your bread and butter.

Enough of the trash talking. Guess I should talk about my day which started like any normal day. I went to school (yes I'm a minor but I know all there is to know) like any other kid, attending classes taught by unmarried men and women in their 40's.

Imagine dating a teacher, she/he would be constantly telling you," Oh David~ that isn't the females reproductive organ, its just the lubricator for sexual purposes only." Practical beats theory after all.

Why would a kid be interested in his/her teachers, why would they bother making out with a child who barely knows the difference between transsexual and an intersexual? I bet you're googling the latter. Kids are boring for starters, you'd end up marking some horrific homework or consuming large amount of coffees as they try to climbed onto your bed or even putting on a condom.
*Note condoms don't come in children size since its pediatric<< Right?. 5 years old can't get pregnant.

They say that a teacher may not remember every single student but the teacher will always be remembered. Screw that! teachers are to teach the uneducated, they practically made you. The structure of the male/female reproductive system was taught to you by a teacher, (don't say porn did, because your teacher taught you the word porn not to mention all you'll ever learn is how to say "YAMETE" in practically every single language) I'm sure you lads wouldn't want to be reminded of your 10th grade teacher who wore Holister to school and who just so happened to be extremely poor to the extent of not owing a single pair of underwear and whose income is so little that she wore a loincloth to school. "At least she wore something, its just that her non-Asianic breast size broke the boundaries of the loincloth which made her the ideal school CLEAVAGE!" when making out.

Back to narrating my day, it wasn't so great, saw some stuff that made cry...

End of blog.

The reason you are given the chance to witness the creation of a blog full of wisdom and creativity of the upmost level.

Title says pretty much everything. Why would I start a blog you may ask, the reasons ( for the sake of your weak little mind that cannot stand the term essays, or stuff written in more than one line have been written in simple short point forms) are:

1. I'm bored
2. Domo needs not to be anyone's bitch and is only my bitch and my alone.
3. Domo is hawt :D
4. Maki is my pen-name
5. I hate Barney
6. I laugh at AIDS victim
7. Sadly, I wish to blend in with my fellow 'friends" so that I would not be singled out
8. Barbie's a slut
9. I wish to spread my awesomeness
10. Twillight is shitty
11. To do a survey on just how many bitches that would mistake my gender. The record so far, is every online person I've talked to :D
12. Batman's my bitch, bitch
14. Bitch is such a nice word
15. I hate them losers that type in COLOURS!!
16. L33t is retarded
17. I wanna be Kyoko's bitch =X


The list will be updated if needed.

Be warned that if you wish to follow this blog, be prepared for any harsh criticism, sarcasm, anti emo bashing, twillight hating, uncensored, violent, gore, innuendo etc etc.

Its a chance for people to know my internet side, since the chat hasn't any records and what I serve isn't served by others.

Take this as an opportunity to know me better. Then perhaps you'd be so frightened by my excellency that you'd be all jello at then end.

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
feel free to worship me :D