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Monday, January 28, 2008

Pirate Bay involved in mass leaks


The Pirate Bay recently achieved 1 million torrent, causing mass incontinence amongst digg crowd. They must've been super excited!


Thursday, January 24, 2008

We're under attack!

Holy! West Sumatra is attacked by series of concentric circles! West Malaysia lies directly within orange zone! Watch this video to find out more!

Wednesday, January 23, 2008

Cinquains

And I remember reading about cinquains while figuring out what I've been saying.
They're poems of sorts,
with rules of course,
and I have it in mind to write one.


Love
Forever after
Longing, wanting, needing
Fill these empty feelings
My dear

Of sheep and men.

I was just checking out a couple friends' blogs when I stumbled upon this over at Whoishe's. Too true. Many of us don't really understand our own religion. We get incensed over it when others mock it. But don't we mock it more by merely "acting out" the religion and not even feigning to understand the meanings behind it? I mean, if we were even pretending to be looking for answers, it might seem like we give a damn. But we don't even do that.

Or are we really just making it to look like we know to assuage the society we live in. So they'll think "look at that guy. Just look at him! 5 times a day without a miss. A shining example of an outstanding Muslim!".

Or maybe not even that! Maybe we're not even striving to look exemplary in the eyes of society at large. I suggest we might actually be doing it simply to avoid criticism. Fear. Not even a fear of God, but a fear of fellow man.

I ran out of juice.

Then I thought of a topic.

And I think it uncanny.

We are but sheep when we should be lions.

Of Birds

The birds will fly
To southern skies
Or so that's what I hear

I wouldn't know
A hawk from a sparrow
If the difference bit me in the rear

Saturday, January 19, 2008

The ways of words

Some say I have a way with words
I say words have a way with me
I pick out sentences from the ether
With their meanings hidden within

Sometimes I see
Sometimes it comes out at me
And sometimes it just swallows me whole

I think and I stutter
To say words that should oughta
Give meaning to my life and my soul

Sat, Jan 19th 2008
I wonder what this will sound like
once the trip's over.

Thursday, January 10, 2008

A little free advice.

People, brothers, sisters, countrymen,

This afternoon, I got an email from someone which claimed that BILL FUCKING GATES would give you money if you forwarded said email to your friends like good little lemmings.

Because I love you guys, I'm going to give you all a little advice.
I would like for all of you to take a few minutes and think. Think real hard. Like you've never thought before (because judging from how gullible you people are, I somehow doubt that any of you have ever tried this thing called thinking before).

Now here's what I want you to think about;
How the hell does Bill Gates get your banking details, from your email address?

Half of you aren't even using your real names at all anywhere in your email address. How the hell is Bill Gates, omnipotent and powerful though you think he may be, going to know that mat_kool_1977@yahoo.com.sg has a savings account in HSBC? How the hell is anybody supposed to know who the hell mat_kool is, unless you already happen to be acquaintances and/or exchange emails regularly.

That's right, you see how your head hurts now? That's your brain trying to move those rusty gears that it hasn't used in a while. That buzzing sound you hear? That's your cerebrum, creating nerve connections between the millions of brain cells that have been lying dormant in your skull. Trust me, this will be good exercise for you.

People, next time before you start randomly forwarding e-mails that claim to give you something for absofuckenlutely nothing, take a deep breath, and THINK. Don't be cows and follow the herd. Allah gave us a head with which we can evaluate situations, and determine if they might be good or bad. Or in this case, fucking POINTLESS.

Maybe, just maybe, if even 10% of you take heed of my advice, perhaps TMs sucky straight-from-hell-lame-ass-excuse-for-broadband service just might improve from the decrease in mass forwardings of moronic emails. And at the very least, I will have to sift through less shit in my Inbox.

Thanks for your fucking time.

Wassalam.