This is not a spoof or a hoax about FireFox, the web browser that I'm currently using. In fact, this is just a plug-in to tweak the FireFox browser so that it's faster in rendering the web page that you're viewing.

After claims by Opera, its fierce competitor that they have the faster displaying speed when it comes to Internet browsing, Mozilla Corp. responded quite soon and thus FasterFox is created. Definitely useful for a sluggish & lagging PC user like me.

A job nicely done to garner more than 100 million users (click <-- for news). Loading a web page in miliseconds (not applicable to 56K modems) is indeed an agony relief when it comes sites that eat up a lot of bandwidth, like this one ^_^

Many people around me were and still are sometimes curious as to why do I usually sleep at 1 to 2 a.m later than 3 in the morning, daily. Well well, I guess I see it in a different way from other people. Let me re-phrase it. I sleep at 3 or so IN THE MORNING! It's very early don't you think so? *LoL* But seriously, I'm not trying to encourage people to live like a bat, you know. I guess I just don't like to sleep. Yeah, many would say that I'm a dummy 'cause sleeping is a privilege.

Now that I no longer have classes, my college life is practically over. Yeah babeee~ Rejoice! Ecstatic! Jingle my balls! Now I can go around talking to my friends who are still studying and laugh at them. *Points to the soon-to-grad pals and laughs* No offence yeah? It's not like I want to grad earlier, you know. Heck, there are some friends of mine who graduated earlier than me! Bloody unfair, because some people were released from the slavery of books and ASSignments ahead of me damn it. Speaking of ASSignments, I'm still giving it a thought on when I should shred burn them to ashes. Yeah, that is how much I despise those wretched paperworks. Going around looking for sufficient informations to enrich your pages of ASSignments so that they would look "colourful" to your lecturer's eyes. Now you tell me, does it appear or even sound like you are "enslaving" yourself? Of course you learn some stuff when you go do your research and shits. But you'll also learn that the fat ass lecturer of yours is a god forsaken piece of *insert anything worse than shit here* for he/she will be the one who piles misery to your supposedly memorable college life. But I think many of us would have a happy kind of memorable college life in the end.

Right, so I'm no longer a slave of books and ASSignments. No more exams. No more anxious waits for the arrival of the letter from my college to my home. Less pressure off my shoulders now. Less things for me to worry now. So with a big chunk of potential problems cleared out of my head, I have been devoting my time to becoming a bat. Yes, mastering the lifestyle of the night hunter, rat-face bird, cave dicks, whichever you prefer to call them. In other words, I've been staying awake even after 3 a.m almost every day like for the past... 4 years?? Whoa!

Friends have been telling me that it's not good for my health that I keep having this "insomnia". I know they're just being sincere and showing some concern. And I appreciate it really. There were also countless times when people I chat with asked me what do I do at this wee hours of the day.

So, what the fark do I do besides caressing my keyboards while oogling at the monitor? Is there so much for me to do at this time? Not really though. It just happens that I have friends to chat with on MSN. Listening to mp3's and chatting the night away, watch live football matches (if there's any) or just watch some dvd's that I bought from some illegal sellers highly wanted by police nationwide. Nothing very interesting or extraordinary right? It's not like I will be sneaking out of the house and leaped into some people's home and steal panties. I don't go walking around the neighbourhood at 3a.m chasing cats with a stick in my hand. It's not like I'm staying up late to peak through my window and across the alley to look at some horny old couple shaking the bed posts. Ugh~ *shivers* The point here is, I have absofuckinglutely no idea why people are being persistent over this matter, this habit of mine.

Shit, really regret taking the espresso frapuccino at Starbucks hours ago.

Recently a friend of mine told me about site of urban legends. You know, the wicked and spooky tales and spine chilling stories passed down from one generation to another. So there are lots of such "scary" myths and I found one particular story that interests me. The summoning of Bloody Mary.

And so legend has it that if you curse chant "Bloody Mary" 13 times in front of a mirror, a crazy bitch with a mouthful of blood will appear in the mirror! No shit. Also, this mini ritual must be performed at a dark place and only light up by a single candle light. Some say you only need to say 7 times. It is also said that you should be spinning around on the spot in front of the mirror as you chant.

Okay, off I went switching off the lights in my room, covered the windows with the curtains and stood in front of a mirror. Now comes the enchantment...

Bloody Mary

Bloody Mary

Bloody Mary

Bloody Mary *scrath butt*

Bloody Mary

Bloody Mary

Bloody Mary

Bloody Mary *pick nose*

Bloody Mary

Bloody Mary

Bloody Mary *yawn*

Bloody Mary

Bloody Mary

Then, to my utter disbelief, "she" appeared in the mirror! Looking a bit messy with all those dandruff on her hair and dripping blood down her chin.


C.C.C: Ugh, is that really blood or is it strawberry jam you were eating before you died? *pokes the chin*

Mary: (converse in eerie voice) Stop it! Grr...

C.C.C: Look at your hair! Gross~ Do you put those worms to pick those dandruffs?

Mary: No =,='

C.C.C: But they say that a satan's face is supposed to appear in the mirror. Why are you here?

Mary: You chanted "Bloody Mary", not "Hell Mary".



C.C.C : Damn, you look awfully disgusting. Really regret summoning you.

Mary: You're coming back with me *grabs my arm*

C.C.C: Hands off, bitch! *throws banana*

Mary: *Devilish laughter* I'm taking you away one way or another!

Just when she was about to get her stinking hands on me, there was a knock on the door. When I looked back at the mirror again, "she" was gone. That blood-thirsty bitch just disappeared just like that without anything. Except for some of her red saliva blood on the mirror.

The above was just my imagination about Bloody Mary, what it would be like if she was summoned in my room. Neh, definitely not gonna do something ridiculous as that. Why the hell would I want a bloody Mary when I can find a VIRGIN Mary? *LoL*

While walking away from the multilevel carpark in Gurney Plaza at the 6th floor, my friend Andy and I spotted a mini car parked illegaly at a spot. Illegal because that spot is not even a parking space for a vehicle.

Can you see how it was parked on top of the pavement? Pathetic~! Well, this is the 'chin chai' attitude a.k.a couldn't be bothered attitude of some Malaysians. *Sigh* Anyway, why name this midget car the SMART car? Do you think you're being smart for splashing RM 200K on such vehicles? A car that only accomodates two persons and is barely able to transport a bulk of stuff?

I have seen those SMART cars many times and I still keep scratching my head and wondered to myself. WHAT IS SO SMART ABOUT THIS CAR??! I have looked at it from every possible angle and it still doesn't give me the impression that this car is clever. Apart from its ability to park at narrow spaces and do illegal parking, I don't think I can enlist anymore "kebijaksanaan" of this .... car.

A really true definition of CUTE and EXPENSIVE car. What a pity that the "smart" ones who came up with this idea were forgetting the actual purpose of a CAR.

There she was, sitting comfortably on the sofa with a glass of champagne in her hand. We just had a candle light dinner at her home. There was slow sentimental music from Michael Bolton filling the cozy ambience around the living room.

As I moved closer towards the long sofa where she was sipping from the glass of champagne, she looked at me with a little sense of desire for "it". I didn't want to rush into this as it would only be my first time. Reluctantly, I told her that I was still feeling kinda full in my stomach and that she should rest for a little while too since the night was still young. So, we sat side by side on the sofa while watching kamasutra some movie that was on tv.

I could tell that she couldn't wait any longer for "it" anymore. I was feeling quite lazy to get my ass off from the comfy sofa so I told her to beg wait for "it" but no was the answer that she gave me. Finally I gave up insisting and gave in. She was staring "it" with sheer excitement in her eyes as I uncovered "it". Pushing my hands away, she grabbed "it" hastily and placed it just right before her very eyes. I could see her wetting her lips in anticipation before she takes "it" into her mouth. The expression of satisfaction was clear for me to see.

That was the first time I ................ feed a BANANA to a cute looking girl. HAHAHAHHAHAHA!!

Thinking back of the good old days of my school life in primary school, I remember several categories of pathetically lame essays that I was instructed forced to write as homeworks and also as part of the exam questions. Since I went to a national school, I had no choice but to write essays in both English and Malay languages.

Back then, writing essays was a pain in the ass for me 'cause I never really had an awful lot of ideas to enrich my imagination and put them into words whenever I was required to write essays. Reading and writing stories made me disgustingly sick of that story-starting phrase, for example "Once upon a time, there was a rotten smelling teacher who demanded I finished my essay on time or else I would be sodomised". I never get to write my essays like that, since during those times the "whip bearers" roamed around the school freely with an appetite to cane the luscious little butt cheeks of innocent but lazy students like me. *LoL* I think that was primary reason the school had a reputable disciplinary record.

Now back to the essays. Like I said earlier, there were a number of kinds of nonsense that I had to write out during my primary school days. One of them that I can still remember clearly till this day is writing about yourself. When I said writing about yourself, I mean writing unecessary details about your parents, your siblings, your D.O.B, your age and the list goes on. Shiet~ As if my parents would buy me more comics and double my 'angpow' money when they know that I mentioned about them in my homework. Why not I mention the length of my dick in the essay as well since it's about myself too? No wait.. I can't, because my bald and "wrinkled" teachers would be very ashamed of themselves that they might have to transfer me to another school.

Another category of essay that I remembered was writing about your pet. Yes, I'm supposed to write about a creature that I don't even keep at home. What a "smart" way to improve my writing skills. Here I actually had to think deep and think hard to crap about an animal, a particular pet that you keep at home. Why did I have to crack my head for this specific fucked up essay? It was simply because I never had any pets at home. It is never possible especially when you have a mom who is a neat freak. When you talk about pets, the choices of animals are really limited unless you keep 'black widows', porcupines and other sorts of wild animals at home. I'm wondering... would I have been sent to the principal's office if I had written about pigs in my essay, particularly in Malay language? I can imagine a part of the essay that goes like this:

"Saya ada seekor babi. Namanya dipanggil 'Pink Bacon'. Umurnya baru melepasi 5 bulan. Tetapi ada sesuatu yang pelik tentang si gemuk ini. Walau berapa kali pun saya mandikannya, ramai orang akan terbeliak mata mereka lalu melarikan diri lintang pukang setiap kali saya membawanya bersiar-siar. Apabila saya hidu dekat badannya, saya tidak mendapati badannya busuk. Yang peliknya, kebanyakan orang Melayu jerit "HARAM!" beberapa kali sambil menjauhkan diri daripada Pink Bacon saya. Saya sangat tidak fahamlah. Si babi saya ini bukanlah garang seperti harimau. Lari mengejar pun tidak berupaya. Apa yang menakutkan orang-orang Melayu itu, saya tidak fahamlah."

That was written partially based on my lame and naive imagination. I had to picture myself as a nine year-old kid in order to achieve a decent output such as the above. Can't expect much since my B.M is only average, VERY average. Never get an 'A' for that subject before. *Sigh* Arhhh.. not that I care.

There were essays on your favourite sports too. More than a decade ago I had very limited exposure to sports, therefore my writings can be said to be dull and boring. If only throwing fireworks at your buddies and chasing cute innocent kittens were considered a sport, my essays would have been getting satisfying grades man~! As expected, we students would be choosing the common games like soccer, badminton and swimming. Extreme sports were out of the question since there was no 'Fear Factor' back then. We didn't know we could some day win big bucks by eating ugly looking bugs that resemble some of my teachers. We didn't know that we could win cold hard cash by eating a horse's dick or a buffalo's testicles. We really didn't see it coming lah~ *Ish ish* In those days all we ever knew when participating in a sports competition was 1) beating the shit out of your opponents, 2) get the trophy/medals, 3) get your pay cheque and 4) get the fuck home. If you fail, you can come back with steroids etc. again next year and try harder. Well, that's the normal procedures.

Then there was the essay on MY AMBITION. Yes, here I was told to write about what I wanted to be when I grow up and shits like that. There were numerous essays that focused on that issue that I had to write to satisfy the teachers' ass. Out of all those 'ambitious' craps that I had written, none was really my ambition. In other words, I LIED~! I lied in ten out of ten essays on that topic. Whether it was just a routine homework given by teachers at school or in tuition classes, my so-called "ambition" was never the same in each of those essays. I remember going from being a teacher to doctor to a fisherman to a pimp daddy! Well, I made up the pimp daddy part but my point is I never knew what I wanted to be.. at all!

After twenty-one years of existence........ and I still don't know what I want to do with my life.

Really feeling like a lazy ass zombie right now. Not willing to clear the mess around my room and my bed. Probably 'cause I had an overdose of deafening music in Le Chic, a "decent" size pub located at Belissa Row (I'm not sure about the spelling). Just realized that its name is pronounced as "Shic" instead of "chick" that I've always pronounced it :-P

Anyway, as usual I'd be there having some drinks and then going up to meet Dj G a.k.a Gan Hing Min or simply Ah Gan that the old school mates affectionately call. This was only my second time patronising the pub and to everyone's delight Dj Bad Boy Ben was in da house~ Thoroughly enjoyed his creative music throughout the night. In his non-stop mix of in-house music, one particular part caught me by surprise was the vulgar telephone conversation between two dipshits. I've read that they're from Singapore. *LoL* That conversation was partially mixed into the cool beat from the man of the hour himself, BBB. Kinda catchy from the way it was played since the vulgar words can be heard from the beat as well.

Here is the original telephone crap ---> The Arguement

Nothing much to write about the place cause it's really really.... just not spacious enough. The loud and cool music has always been enjoyable. But I didn't have as much beer as I've hoped for. Shit.. really need to stay out from that yellow golden liquid. I don't wanna end up like my cousin who takes beer as though it is mineral water! Pictures of tonight's outing can be seen under the 'My Outings' category located in the pictures section on the LEFT SIDE of this page :-) *Yawn* Time to crash.