Happy Birthday to Vanessa, Happy Birthday to meeeeeeeee. LEGALITY BITCHEZ! WOOHOO! 8D!


Man, I am so totally gonna skip finance komikolo accounting lecture tomorrow, because FUCK IT I owe myself this at least! I'm not sure whether I am gonna end up wasted or something over the weekend or doing fucking nothing at all, because this is the first time ever my birthday has happened during a school day. Seriously, wtf is this shit? Who the hell has school during the monsoon season, seriously? Polytechnics, apparently. Well, I'd like to think this is a FUCKING CONSPIRACY!!!

Anyway, I just realised I always get my period on or very near special occasions (e.g. Mother's Day, Xmas, My fucking birthday, someone else's birthday). So this is Mother Nature's way of giving me a present, eh? Screw yourself, you damn whore!!! Fuck you if you feel gross about me talking about periods! It's a natural process of a female's life so shut up and suck it up (metaphorically, you twitards). I can fucking do or say anything I want today dammit!

Oh God, I'm so totally out of my mind now so excuse me if I may come across as a little.............OFFENSIVE! I have been repressed for too long. I need to go and kill myself later, and after spazzing out, just chill.


AND SHIT I AM 18 WTF I AM LEGAL MUAHAHAHAHAHA (like it makes a difference, heh)

There are many things that I can tolerate, ignorant people NOT being one of them.
It amazes me how much some people just don't know when to shut the fuck up.
So here's the low-down, as to what kind of people piss me off, and if you happen to be one of them, just do me a favour and jolly well get the fuck out of my way?

HITLIST
1. Religious whackjobs
2. People who think their religion is superior to yours (HAH!)
3. People who keep pestering you to convert even though it's fucking annoying
4. People who make fun of other people's religions, but no idea how to make fun of their own
5. People who are overly-sensitive towards themselves, ignorant and narrow-minded
6. People who question your religion and yourself, as though they know fuck all about you
7. People that do completely moronic things "in the name of MY religion!"
8. Pious, sanctimonious assholes who do nothing but condemn & look down on others
9. People who ask stupid questions about your religion but never really bother to understand anything, so you might as well be talking to a fucking wall.


And now to contradict all that I've just said just now, I'm going to post something I found on google images that I thought was funny.





Peace out.
Really. All of you just stfu and develop half a brain.

STFU BEFORE I KILL YOU. SRSLY.

Alright, to be honest I was more excited when I first made his top 100 list. And when I finally managed to post a totally unfunny, Kanye-West related comment on his Facebook page for all his other intelligent fans to mock me. Oh well, maybe he'll notice me because I'm one of the few non-white fans LOOOL. Okay fat chance. But hey, yesterday I stayed up despite my horrible polytechnic schedule and 'LO AND BEHOLD! Ickle Gavin posts a status and I'm the 5TH PERSON TO COMMENT BITCHES! It's almost like climbing up the academic ladder to be the top student in class, but I don't get any kind of fucking satisfaction from that kind of shit.

Gavin Rossdale, you will probably never read this in your entire life but needless to say, that is a good thing 'cos you might think I'm a total creep. Earlier this month, I saw your wife and her gang at the No Doubt concert at F1 Rocks. I love Gwen Stefani and No Doubt, damn they are so original! Some of your wife's saliva even touched me via shaking her water bottle. Since then, there has been a major improvement in my complexion so thank you gods for that.

I fell in love with you since Bush. It's really grungy and I miss that part of you (and your luscious long curls too), but I bought your solo album anyway. Adrenaline was a pretty good solo song though. Many people say it's cheesy but damn them it's sounds so good. I know many Nirvana fans may call you a rip-off, but personally you and Kurt Cobain are from two different planets entirely. Kurt's lyrics are more off-beat, strangely sarcastic and really simple as ABC. Yours is more of lyrical rock n roll poetry and it's so energising. I love the angsty and dark moods it creates. Recently, I saw a folorn, sad, lonely and SINGLE copy of Razorblade Suitcase selling on the shelves and I totally grabbed it! I went to many CD shops in my country trying to find Bush albums but they never imported it or had stock of it. So that day was my lucky day, a sign from Good God up there. The ridged thingy that keeps the CD into place was broken, but I don't give a fuck really. I just have the fucking album woohoo! Sixteen Stone is my favourite! Also, I'll be 18 this year of unglorious 2009 which is obviously full of low-quality music. It may be weird for me to love grunge, disco, alternative and whatever else. But I love retro music because it is that much cooler and superior to the shit that we crawl in now. And you're a hot British guy who is such a darling family man, is the definition of smokin' hot rock n roller and sips on English tea. Men in our country are all fugly and useless. God Bless You, to hell with the queen. You should try teh tarik some day, it's a really cool drink anyway I am going to die single and alone because you will never marry me (why do you only date blondes?? *sadface*). ANYWAY, Gwen Stefani is pretty awesome I wouldn't want you to leave her in favour of me anyway LOL. Okay I'm starting to sound like a crackpot. Maybe I should try my luck on Johnny Depp, since he likes him a Vanessa and she's exotique. Or Gale Harold who might entertain some bisexual fantasies. Or the pale angel Paul Bettany, or nonconformist Neil Gaiman, or Dante if he was fucking real or...fuck. Fuck it all! I'm going to elope with my beloved laptop, on Sunday Morning! Doo dee da da da.

I want to take a picture with you, get an autograph and mosh at your show someday. Before I grow old and boring and lose my meaningless school girl crush on you. By the way, you were so deliciously evil as Balthazar in Constantine. I don't care if they only gave you 3 seconds of fucking screentime and the adaptation was off-point, YOU WERE GOOD! Damn.




Rock on. ♥

Happy fucking mid-week, bitches! 8D
Half of the first week of the new semester has passed, and guess what? The mountain of shit is piling the fuck up, and some of the assignments are so clown-crazy such as videotaping ourselves and posting it up on youtube. Media enforces the vow of shamelessness, I see.

Well, I was too tired out of my mind to do the obliging, "Welcome back to the first day of school, bitches!" post. I'm pretty sure I did one for my SACSS days, so go rape the archives. Anyway I managed to start the first day on a pretty good note, which means arriving to school almost half an hour late. Entered the class at the same time with Rahayu & Hakim, so I guess it wasn't that bad. I don't really feel the need to suck-up and apologise profusely for latecoming. I mean, come on give us a fucking break. Some of us are supremely blessed with the advantage of residing on the other side of this fucking island. What's up with NYP seriously? Always anal about hair, hair colour, hairstyle, hair on legs, attitude, punctuality, promptness, lateness, latecoming, punctualitititity, punctualifuckinglity.....you get the message. And now they throw at us this shitty timetable from a shithole in hell. But most of our lecturers are pretty good I guess. I don't hate all of them. Just frustrated at one, maybe.

But HONESTLY! Every Tuesday my life ends at 10pm and I have to wake the fuck up from the land of the dead to get to school 9am the next day. And on Friday we have to get our asses in school super duper early, only to have the 2nd lesson of the day FOUR FUCKING HOURS LATER. Seriously, this is actually motivation for students to commit crimes. There's so many bloody things we could do in four hours! Like jump of a ledge on the fourth floor of NYP!!! AWESOME.

Also, I'm happy to be alive that the merciful sun didn't burn me into fucking dusticles of shit. I'm serious when I say I'm nocturnal. 8am is bedtime, I snack on improper junk and sit my ass down because I like to sit my ass down. Somehow my lactose-intolerance is getting out of hand. I've had total diaorrhea every day in school thanks to fucking tehcino which didn't kill me last semester. I had a jolly good time trying to walk straight yesterday since my asshole has been totally purged to hell. If this disgusts you FUCK YOU it's just a bloody biological fucking function which happens to everybody (ESPECIALLY ME).

Anyway, let's rewind. I'm sure first day was a bitch for most of you. All of you night owls, vampires, zombies, blind bats, creatures of darkness or simpleton nightlife clubbers had to get your ass out for a DELIGHTFULLY draining morning lesson on happy fucking monday. Well, my scenario was Godsent really. I tried my best to adjust my sleeping patterns to NO AVAIL. Ironically, I managed to nap for half an hour, which was half an hour PAST the time I was supposed to wake up. Fuck me, srsly.

My maid promised to wake me up but didn't, and blamed it on me for confusing her. When I wanted to grab breakfast, she started mopping the kitchen. When I wanted to jump into some clothes, she started mopping my room. What the hell! She slacks off most days and leaves dust to crust everything for at least 500 years, but my first day of school of ALL DAYS? Agh. I swear God is torturing me on purpose and is having a ball of a time laughing. I don't blame you though, judging people alone can get pretty jaded. And I'm not angry with my maid lah. Also, I almost died during the first lesson, it was.....soooo very BBBoring! Yes, with triple captial Bees highlighted in bold which is some fierce-fuck emphasis!

Anyway Mr. R is so annoying. I'm not going to say his name because it is rude (oh my god, I have feelings)....and no the real reason is to avoid lawsuits. Anyway, from his name I assumed he would be some rounded chinese dude that had the look of a pervert. My friends suggested that he could be someone really cute and likeable like J. Ho, well tsk tsk at the optimistic mystics. How ALL OF US were woefully wronged. He was some rounded chinese dude with bad england that had not only the look of a pervert, but managed to somehow convey that he was REALLY a pervert. Top it off with the additional qualities of being ignorant, annoying, REALLY UNFUNNY and fuck, releasing us at 10pm on the first lesson with him SPEAKS VOLUMES.

Well I could go on and on with this post by saying FML FML FML FML FML FML repeatedly times infinity by the new grade of Your Mother's boob job. But actually, no. I know we're carrying the weight of the world on our shoulders, but thank God it's not the entire fucking intergalactic planetary alien-infested solar system. We may have some eccentric lecturers, weird-ass assigmnents that could possibly lead to episodes of public humiliation but Media is way more awesome than say, Accounting or Mathematiciary or what have you. I want to be a fucking writer, but I'm a fucking dolt so I will be a fucking journalist fuck you!!! ONE FUCKING FINE DAY!

Watch me, bitchez!

Some of those that work forces
are the same that burn crosses.
Some of those that work forces
are the same that burn crosses.
Some of those that work forces
are the same that burn crosses.
Some of those that work forces
are the same that burn crosses. Uggh!

Killing in the name of!
Killing in the name of!

Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me.
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me.
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me.
Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me.
FUCK YOU, I WON'T DO WHAT YOU TELL ME!!
FUCK YOU, I WON'T DO WHAT YOU TELL ME!!


Very angsty, much? It's an excerpt of Rage Against the Machine's Killing in the Name. And, I absolutely adore this song! Why you ask? It's pretty obvious isn't it? It's straight up, no holds barred & in your face telling you to FUCK OFF! Recently, some very oppressing forces of darkness has tried to once again unleash evil upon the earth and limit my freedom of speech.

Screw Society. Murder everything mainstream. Fuck everything. Fuck you.
Don't be a slave to the system. I do what I want, I speak my mind, I wear whatever I feel is right.

We don't give a fuck about what's cool, what the norm is, what your mother thinks and and what you want us to do. I am who I am, I'm blessed with a restless tongue that paints rainbows with the colourful phrases I string out. I know what it means to be refined and eloquent, but there are days that we need to cuss and swear because it is our spiritual food. I don't care for what is ladylike, tell me what the fuck is ladylike? You misogynistic, sexist bastards. I am not a blonde pigtailed mechanic mannequin that sits pretty and sings shrilly.

So anyone and everyone, just be liberated and do whatever the fuck you like. Some of the greatest people in history never gave a flying feisty fuck about what other people thought of them. As long as you know your way is righteous and your will is good, don't give a hoot. But if your cause of rebellion is something hideously perverted or potentially dangerous, take a step back and reconsider. No, take your meds, lace yourself up in a straight-jacket and pad-lock your room from the outside.

Power up. I'm a sizzling feminist that doesn't entertain burning bras.



Freaking Fuck fuckity titty fucky fuck fuck!

Seriously, what the fuck is it with cowardly two-face bitches getting their ass-tight panties twisted over absolutely NOTHING? Is a joke too complex for your narrow tube of a mind to absorb & comprehend? Jeezus, is hate the only thing that fills the void in your mind? So much so that it gnaws away at your brains cells leaving kosong intelligence in its wake? This must be the reason why there's no such thing as fucking world peace. Jealousy kills, I know. It is one thing to not be able to measure up to someone who is better than you, but another thing to become a bitchy suicidal depressive whore of a whale because of it. Go get a life, that's non-virtual.

Looking down on others because they are not as goddamn ATAS as you is pathetic. Hating people just because they can fit into clothes you can't is fucking hilarious. Changing your ethnic name to an English one isn't going to do anyone, any justice. Your simply spitting on the image of Jesus's Mom. Don't whine and bitch just because people don't like you. I'm sure they have a damned good reason. Since you are so superficial and up your own ass of epic proportions, the only person who can tahan your nonsense is your potential serial killer boyfriend. Nobody would bother to bring you down because no one gives a fuck and have better things to do. After all, you loathe yourself so much I'm sure there's an in-built self-destruction mechanism ready to blow up whatever takes up residence in that shell-empty head of yours.

Being a witch isn't going to get you anywhere. It just reflects on your personality & proves that I'm real good at analyzing a person's character. You think you're so hot? Oh my God. Did your only real friend the wonderful magic mirror tell you that? Hell, you should really get a proper second opinion. It's surprising how fucking narcissistic some people can be.

By the way, if you're hearing imaginary sounds and having too much destructive thoughts, please go get your head examined at Woodbridge, pronto. Oh wait, I forgot....there's nothing inside left to examine. Just go visit that bomoh uncle of yours to sort you out, and also ask him to cast a spell to reduce your two-faced monster head into a singular entity.


*End of angst-ridden rant. Gears shifting to postive mode.*


Now I would like to apologise for lack of content recently, I've been out & about the past few weeks. The biggest highlight of the holidays would have to be seeing the F1 Rocks: N.E.R.D, ZZ Top, Simple Minds (they weren't as bad as I thought, they provided us a booze & pee break) & NO DOUBT!!!!!!!! :D It was liberating to see a proper concert with talented artistes, not some laoya local shitband. I went there with Bridget, the hike up the fucking mountain that is Fort Canning almost killed us. I also had the wonderful gift of precognition, for some reason avoiding a certain, luminous orange portable toilet in favour of the one beside it. Bridget took the one I neglected and guess what, there was a giant grasshopper sitting on the toilet bowl. Bridget just swatted it away and used it without a fuss. HAHA I would have died. We also scored discounted beers and a cheeseburger! Seeing No Doubt was absolutely golden. Tony Kanal flashed a smile in my direction twice during the start of the show. Now I understand why Gwen & Tony were an item once, his smile is absolutely dazzling! And Gwen Stefani was as hip as ever. Adrian Young was a feckin' sexaye freak. And GUESS WHAT? Bridget & I saw a dude who was like, just a metre away from us! To be specific, super tall white dude in a suit with a black & blonde mohawk left ungelled. I was like eh, doesn't he look like Adrian? Bridget told me otherwise. And I was painfully right. It WAS Adrian Young! Damn him, he looks so different without make-up on.

There was another G.H. Mumm champagne launch at Marina Mandarin, in relation to the F1 Race. I also saw the F1 Race from a room in Marina Mandarin. We caught glimpses of the speedy race cars from the balcony up-high and had a TV to keep up with the race. Wasn't my sort of thing to be honest. Also did a lot of shopping with the courtesy of loving Mommy & Daddy's credit card. Rachel celebrated her birthday with a sleepover including Bridget, Adina, Wei Jun & I. Just us the old-school friends and teh tarik for company. Rachel, despite having selective mutism beat us all at karaoke, leaving me & Bridget to wallow in despair. HOWEVER, I daresay I've improved at Guitar Hero & I emerged as BEST RAPPER with SERIOUS SKILLS. LOL!

The day before Bridget & I hopped over to paint pinatas for Rachel. She already created them beforehand, kudos to her. Rachel the art director extraordinaire gave us the tools of creations and allowed our imaginations to run wild. We had two balloon-shaped things to work with, so I suggested we paint the faces of PedoBear & the Chesire Cat from Alice in Wonderland. Bridget & I painted them respectively. Thank God, both of the creepy, whacked-out faces of the fearsome critters turned out AWESOME! I WILL upload pics......when Rachel finally decides to send them to me. LOL.

I also went to Venetia's birthday party, was reunited with a some other classmates such as Rahayu, Diyana, Seran & Joseph. The theme was to be either emo or gay, and since I detested emo and I'm cheeky by nature, I went as a goth gay! Black tube dress, denim vest, loads of fucking rainbow which consists of my bracelet, necklace and knee-high socks! ;D The birthday girl wore a lovely retro dress with rainbow splashes and a matching bow to boot. Oh, and Rahayu finally wore make-up! And she agrees, it's ADDICTIVE! Once you start rollin', you can't stop it baby!

Ooh, and Happy Deepavali to whoever is celebrating it! My family is basically a mixture of Roman Catholics, Hindus, a wee Buddhist and plain good old atheists. LOL. So this is an occasion to celebrate. Will have pleasant, weird and dysfunctional relatives over to have dinner and loads of alochol! WOOHU.

Oh, and guess what? I finally got my new testicular fuckshit balls timetable. Say goodbye to the lovely days of two-hour school. Now, my latest class ends at fucking 10pm. I also have morning classes and a fucking FOUR HOUR break 'till the next lesson starts. Seriously, what the fuck do they want us to do? Go 5 rounds around the swimming pool and comeback? Go to the coffeeshop to lepak and overload on caffiene until we can't think straight? Travelling to school alone takes 500 years and depletes half of my allowance. To be honest I'm not fully bothered by it.....yet. Because I'm still on braindead nightshift holiday mode! I know I am going to suffer but for now let me remain in peace with myself and with the world.


P.S: Birthday babes of the month include my darling Rachel who got legal on the 15th, and Nikita on the 11th. Sadly I couldn't attend Nikita's birthday because it clashed with Rachel's party and I can't possibly be at two places at once. Lovely classmates Diyana & Venetia also turned a year older on teh 5th. A fun fact, most babies are born in October! :O

Presenting 2008's class of Sec 5.2 from SACSS!
Well, a fraction of it actually.
Supposedly the most notoriously gangsta-ass, bo chap & accountancy destesting class within the school.
It was lovely seeing almost everyone again. (:
I think Adina and I look fucking gay tgt. Hahaaha. ♥

This is what you have when you piece together the pretty misfits, kool kats and normality kids from all walks of life.






















Shit, you could train a baby lion to leap through the giant hula hoopla that is my big-ass earrings. Fabulousity, bitchez.

I know, first reaction - what the hell am I talking about?
And if you do know, yes this game is pretty much outdated, has one of the worst graphics and gameplay in gaming history and is the worst adaptation of a comic book.

HOWEVER, I will always remain a diehard fan of Constantine. Be it of the original John Constantyne Hellblazer graphic novels, or the dark and depraved, slashable fandom of Balthalzar x Constanteen.

I proudly declare myself a geek that owns more than 10, I think about 20 actually, Hellblazer novels including the movie adaptation version. I also downloaded the game 'cos I think it's prolly gone obsolete in shops by now. Heh. Hell, even my LJ layout's splattered with his anti-godliness!!

I remember first playing the game and complaining what a CRAP job they did making my darling Gavin Rossdale into a game character, how Keanu's emotions are even more deadpan in the game than in the movie, that the stylist for Angela's hairdo should be sent to hell & back and be beaten up to shit & be deported to hell again, screaming at why the fuck is the jump-function auto and spent half the game shooting demons with the J button on my keyboard before realising HEY! - it's all much easier accomplished with a mouse-click. Nonetheless, I got hooked on with it's creepy atmosphere, angst-ridden swearing, dry humour and ghostly effects that seem to follow Johnny-boy everywhere. And oh, the gracious amount of innuendo exchanged between Balthazar and Constantine while having Papa Midnite GRINNING like a bloody lunatic in the background is TOO priceless, too much to put into words.

If you must know, I finished the game as of today. I will now look forward to completing my Tomb Raider: Underworld game, but I'm still stuck at some shitty level that defies physics. Anyway, on the last level of the game, before stepping into the hydrotherapy pool to kill off Gabriel & Mammon, I was in a room full of fucking ammo. Like wtf, on the LAST LEVEL. You graciously decide to let me load up on almost every single ammo? When only the dragon flamethrower is crucial to defeating Gabriel, and Spear of Destiny to Mammon? Oh and of course, we need loads of shit to defeat the common demons. But HONESTLY? I spent half the game without Holy Shotgun refills?? And it was one of my favourite weapons! And oh how come the twin guns Witches Curse was the only gun that had no ammo refills? Like every other weapon I had was stocked to the max, but Witches Curse had absolutely kosong left in it. ALSO, Lucifer, the Morningstar a.k.a most badass supernatural entity in the history of the universe did NOT appear as the final boss. After offing Mammon, that was it. Which means, Johnny-boy still has terminal lung-cancer and Gabriel isn't a flightless bird. Wtf????

Anyway, onto something kind of funny. Whenever John Constantine is idle, he will either break into a serious coughing fit or light up a fag of Lucky Strikes. I swear it's the most EPIC thing an idle game character can do. However, it happens that a graphic error occured in the game once when I held up my pair of Witches Curse guns. Both of his hands were up as though he was gonna shoot something, but the guns were invisible! Nada! Disappear! So he looked like a kid playing police & thief. The best part is, I left him idle, and he actually started coughing up shit (defying logic) and smoking (defying physics AND logic) without moving his hands from that ridiculous position.

And I have a video to prove it! :B



This cute error only happened once though. And as shitty as I thought it was in the beginning, I came to love it. Anyone who's a fan of demon-slaying and bitter, wooden anti-hereos should play it! :D


On a MOAR exciting note, I am going to see No Doubt and other irrelevant shit bands that will accompany them when they come to Singapore on 25th Sept. Also, Neil Gaiman & Amanda Palmer are coming to Singapore this Halloween! :D Brilliant people! I was googling my ass off trying to accustom to British slang, the ways of the artistique gothica minds and what the hell I should give them as presents. *stress*

This is, Vans signing off el-jay,
ASSHOLES! (because you like it from your hiney-chute)
♥

Good evening, darklings.
I have a very important piece of news about me that might shock you and change the very nature of this world. Today, I woke up at fucking 5am and I'm still wide awake as of now. That's right fellas, this day is probably the FIRST DAY during the entire holidays (could be second or third, but this is without a nap ok) in which I haven't behaved in a nocturnal fashion.

If you're wondering what's the special occasion for this, no cockroaches haven't become extinct overnight the last time I've checked. The reason is they showed the 2009 VMA Awards on MTV yesterday. So I stayed up to watch it and fell asleep after that, around 3.30pm and woke up 5am the next day. Uh.

So basically, days before the VMAs was aired on television we heard all that Kanye West & Taylor Swift bullshit. By the time I actually got to watching the whole thing on clear-cut TV (fuck youtube quality), it wasn't that spectacular anymore. Although at first when I heard about it, I thought Kanye was very much a shithead. Like Black people in the media aren't potrayed enough in a stereotypically negative light already, he had to go steal candy from a poor wittle White girl. I wonder if Beyonce is regretting on collaborating with Kanye on the song 'Ego'. Life is SO ironic, isn't it?


Anyway, although many stars seem to be giving Kanye the thumbs down, one man in particular says give the guy a break. Everyone makes mistakes. So says Russell Brand. Ah, that English dude. I don't know about you, but I think he's a pretty awesome freak. What with the sex and drug addict past, yet he can joke about it so openly. However, I have to say as controversial as he is he doesn't seem to be so stuck up is own arse like Kanye, ya know? And the joke about the Jonas Brothers choosing to wear purity rings was FANTASTIC. I'm sorry all of you goddamn irritating juvenile tweens, Jonas Brothers makes shit music, and they're not even good-looking. I swear as the generations pass by, the quality of music just keeps sinking into depths I never thought possible. And Jordin Sparks bothered to defend them by saying, 'Not everyone wants to be sluts'. Oh hay, wait a minute? So wearing purity rings and protecting your virginity automatically means you're not a whore? And everyone else is? Wtf. First off, boys will be boys. And boys as hormonal and fugly as the Jonas Wankstains can't hold it in their pants long enough what with all of those satanic disney princess popping up like daisies everywhere. Until I castrate them, that is.

However, I do sympathise with girls who want to wear purity rings. Perfectly understandable. And oh, if a girl has an aggressive sexuality or gets gangraped by a bunched of drunken fools does that make her a slut? NO! So Jordin, rearrange your damn sparkles pleez.

And back to Kanye. What would've REALLY been funny? If he nabbed an award from the Jonas Wankstains or Miley Cyrus. I'd shit myself laughing. Especially Miley Cyrus, she's a bitch that needs spanking. She practically dissed Helen Mirren on the Jonathan Ross show, wtf? Where's da respekt? Ugh. Never mind a hit to her face, she's been born ugly. And what's with an autobiography at her age? She's not even legal yet, half her LIFE hasn't gone past yet so why the hell does she need to write an autobiography for? Tsk, stuck up bitchez.

Anyho, there's been a long-running gag of Kanye West jokes that you can access here and here! Just keep on scrolling lower for more lulz! As much as Kanye West is an arrogant shitloaded douchebag, I do admire him about speaking up about certain things that actually make sense.

Here's an excerpt of an interview by Sway from MTV news of Lord Kanye:

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"you wasn't around your father all the time, who you gonna act like? You gonna act like your mother. ... And then everybody in high school be like, "Yo, you actin' like a f--. Dog, you gay?" And I used to deal with that when I was in high school.

And what happened was it made me kind of homophobic, 'cause I would go back and question myself, like, "Damn, why does everyone else walk like this, and I walk like this?"

I would use the word "f--" and always look down upon gays. But then my cousin told me that another one of my cousins was gay, and I loved him, he's one of my favorite cousins. And at that point it was kind of like a turning point when I was like, "Yo, this my cousin, I love him and I been discriminating against gays."

But everybody in hip-hop discriminates against gay people. Matter of fact, the exact opposite word of "hip-hop," I think, is "gay." Like yo, you play a record and if it's wack, "That's gay, dog!" And I wanna just come on TV and just tell my rappers, just tell my friends, "Yo, stop it fam."
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So you see? This shit-spittin' MC got some intelligence in his aerodynamically-shaved egoistic head.


Anyway, congratulations on Beastie Boys for winning "The Video that should've won a Moonman!" for Sabotage. I didn't think MTV had it in them to promote music with brains backing it up. Anyho, what's with Green Day winning best rock music video? Like srsly? Anyone with half a brain can tell that they sold out AGES ago. And I really appreciate Jack Black chanting metal and all, but I have a sick feeling his prayer to satan was very much in VAIN. Seriously, there are 395-9-1591-35914359458140 gazillion other hardcore rock bands out there in the universe and you're telling me this SHIT by GREEN DAY, deserves an award? Somebody kill me. FUCK MTV, FUCK YOU AND ALL OF YOU ELITIST CORPORATE DIABOLICAL MAINSTREAM BLOOD-SUCKING MICRO-PENISY SATANIST BASTARDS! NONE OF Y'ALL KNOW GOOD MUSIC. ARGHHAHGJJAGF. Notice how it's only the same bunch of pop stars at the awards show? Yeh, ELITIST. This era is for suckers.


I want to end off saying that I'm really addicted to this '70s song, Kiss You All Over by Exile. Very lovely indeed.

Signing off like how Russell Brand does it,
HARE KRISHNA BITCHES! 8D




PS: Shoutout to Adina Lim, who turned 18 as of 15th September '09! She's holidaying in Vietnam now. Go knock yourself out, gal! (And you better be bringing back some damn souvenirs. LOL)