Thursday, June 16, 2011

Nice Guys KILLS

I'm acting like a bad guy. :P
But behind the scences, she meant the world to me . I wanna tell her she's beautiful and show her that she's a loveee.
Hold her hand when she's scared.
Tell her how much I care.
That wont win her heart... Because?



A: I'm gay?


B: I'm a playboy?



C: We dont born to be together? 


D: Nice guys finish last. :)




Answer: D


Kindly recommend this song. It's cool. :)
Thanks to Chester See, Kevjumba and RYAN HIGA for producing such song tracks. :D

Friday, February 11, 2011

My Life. ==

2011 is a brand new year (I know im late =.=). Well, back to words, im kinda happy with my life now. But studies are HAUNTING me. Im like "wtf?!" -.-
     There are loads of things dat WE (The form 4-ers) need to study. Biology, Chemistry, Physics, Bla bla bla. Every subject seems new to us. e.g. There are three things we know about cell in form 1, The nucleus, cytoplasm, and the cell membrane. But thats different story in form 4, we study about Golgi apparatus, Mitochondria, Plasma membrane (cell membrane), and 8 more, all have different function. This is just a little part of the BAD things dat im facing. Listen to my favourite songs is the main remedy for curing my 'phobia-to-studies'.


     Eminem told me about his experience. He says: "I just can't keep living this way. So starting today, I'm breaking out of this cage. I'm standing up, Imma face my demons. I'm manning up, Imma hold my ground. I've had enough, now I'm so fed up. Time to put my life back together right now!"



    Far East Movement called me to come with them. They says there's a world out there that we should see. When we stop at Tokyo for a shop, they bring me to a nightclub with the Cataracts and Ke$ha, we were then drunken. We started to do something crazy, if i'm not mistaken, we were poppin bottles in the ice like a blizzard. When we drink we do it right gettin slizzard. Sippin sizzurp in our ride, like a Three Six, like a G6, Like a G6. That time im feelin so fly like a G6!!



    When I reached home, Ke$ha told me tonight we're going hard, Just like the world is ours. We're tearing it apart, we knows we're superstars, We Are Who We Are!



    Before taking my 'beauty sleep', Justin Bieber phone me, he told me he just cant sleep tonight. Knowing that things aren't right. Its in the papers, its on the tv, its everywhere that he went. Lastly, he asks me to tell him how he can make a change. Unfortunately, i cant answer him. Then i just end the call and SLEEP.



Special Thanks for Eminem, Far East Movement, Ke$ha, and JB. U rocks. U inspired me. =)

Friday, December 17, 2010

Taeyang ! Kimchi Hot !!!


OMG. Taeyang is damn hot. He can sings, can dance, has a cool-looking hairstyle, a cool face. ._.
Conclusion, He's a singer, a damn good artist, a talented dancer, a proffesional singer.
I likes his songs since i am five...teen, or perhaps fifteen. Somebody says he looks ugly. (Like my cousins says. =.=)
But, He's talented, that's unquestionable. I support artist that have real talent. But the only one that i dun like is Justin Bieber, (its beh song actually._.).
Hey JB, wake up! u are older than me one year but u are like... hmm... Physically Retarded? Btw, ask urself, U know the answer. JB, I hate your actual PEOPLE, not your songs. Get it.
There's one last thing i wanna tell u JB, Be A MAN, like taeyang!

Fear

23rd Dec is the day dat the form3-ers will recieve their results. Damn. Just left abt 6 days only. I work quite hard, hope than i can get straight A's for my PMR. PMR = (Peperiksaan yang Memang Relax). But now my heart is beating  a hundred times in a single second. Fright is soarin' in my mind like a G6. I seriously nid a councillor though. Maybe it will heip.


Oh yeah. My handphone is much useless now. Its so outdate. No touch-screen ( i love touch screen phones like iphone), Bad sound quality.. Bla.. Bla... Bla.... So, i need 8A's to get a 'reward' from my dad. Its quite funny. Im not a materialistic guy by the way. Just wanna try some new and fresh stuff. Hee =P


Lastly, I just wanna leave a message to God. Bless Me!!

Thursday, December 16, 2010

Death of the Inanimate

Your lips are the wet of my blood. Without them I bleed dust

Your voice, the rhythm of my heart. Without it my ventricles lay in silence

Your touch, the nerves of my fingertips. Without it I cannot feel

Your embrace, the light at my center. Without it I see only blackness

Come back to me soon and breathe life into this corpse for without you
there is nothing