It's official

It's official. My no-heart actually bleeds for Liverpool. Yes, their supporters made my life as an Arsenal supporter a living hell everytime the boys had their losing streak (which was from Christmas until May every year) but I can't bring myself to do the same.

Because they're too pitiful. And Rafa shouldn't rely heavily on Torres and Gerard alone. Maybe Aquilani can turn their luck around? But from what I saw this morning, maybe the Liverpool fans shouldn't get their hopes up.

Zzzz factor

I just wrote a long-ass post about the consequences of trusting the wrong kind of people. And full stop.

I think the people of the world can be roughly divided into 3;

1. Group 1-The type of people who keep to themselves. These people are usually the sufferers of heartaches, headaches, backaches and the chances of them to be the residents of The Manor of the Loons are quite high.
2. Group 2-The type of people who keep to themselves but when they think it's too much, they'd tell somebody about it or they'd gone crazy.
3. Group 3-The type of people who blabber about themselves to everyone and everytime. These are the "ME!ME!ME!" people. Their penchant for famewhoring put Paris Hilton's efforts at famewhoring to shame.

Most of the people on my Facebook friends' list are #3. Orang mintak no phone pun bagitau, kena pinang pun bagitau, kena pinang 4 kali pun bagitau, taktau nak cakap yes or no pun bagitau, nak tido pun bagitau, bangun pagi pun bagitau, kena ngorat dengan manager pun bagitau, pendek kata, macam-macam lah yang dia bagitau.

Itu tak termasuk dengan Daily Pisces Horoscope dia lagi.

(note: di atas ini hanyalah contoh sahaja. Jika ada persamaan dengan sesiapa sahaja, ia adalah satu kebetulan yang tidak dapat dielakkan).

And my "hide" button strikes again. Don't ask me why I waited until now to use it.

Tolonglah!

Buat kesekian kalinya, saya malu untuk mengaku yang saya senegeri dan mungkin sedarah dengan mereka yang membuat dajal di Stadium Bukit Jalil semalam.

Another non-interesting news of the day

I'm stressed and my period is 6 days late. God, this shit is taking a toll on my life and health.

Why?

I've been posting like 10 posts a day lately, but damn, there's so much I want to say and since I can't share any of these with anyone else without tripping on the so-called landmine topics, well, the blog is my only refuge.

Anyway, just wasted an hour of my life reading this list and dear God, I nearly died when I saw Gael Garcia Bernal's name. NOOO!! NO ES MI ERNESTO NOOOOOOOO!! POR QUE EL FUSER?? POR QUE???

I don't want to go on and on about this shit again. And please cut that political reasons and all that bullshits; a rape is still a rape. I think everyone knows how I feel about child rapists. This comment (on the thread) deserves a mention though;

"Because he's talented. That's important, you know? If he goes to jail then he can't make movies and the world will slowly decay without the superbness of his talent.

Or something."

(source: first link. commenter: kinkynicky)

That deserves an A+++++++ in my book.

Oh yes, the things I do just to avoid studying. That reminds me that I need to pay my P5 IRC fee ASAP. Sigh sigh sigh duit lagi.

On a totally different note, I really, really, really want to go to Bukit Jalil tomorrow night. But since I'm still down with the fever, my face is breaking out and no one I know is dying to see the match too, I guess I have to flush my plan down the drain. But please, please can somebody take me there?? Ore Kelate?? Orang Nogori?? No one??

Sedihnya.

And this is a note to myself;

STUDY LA WANI!! KENAPA MALAS SANGAT NI???!!!1!!!1!1?

Oh and please click on this link and watch the clip. Chris Rock is awesome!

http://jezebel.com/5372888/chris-rock-on-roman-polanski-its-rape-rape

Rasa tak sedap hati....

I don't know whether to be amused or to be alarmed that more and more people (okay lah, maybe that's only one person but still!) are arriving directly at this blog without a referring website (as per what my feedjit tells me). Plus, there are more and more people who search for "rondokorok", like that sweetim.com person for instance and not knowing them is making me crazy. Yes, I'm that crazy ol' bitch who needs to keep track of her blogreaders.

One thing is for sure, I definitely don't like the look of it. There's a reason why I don't put my blog url on my Facebook profile you see.

.......

I know I'm a sceptical, jaded cynic but please tell me that I'm not the only one who thinks that Michelle Obama (and her husband actually) is addicted to fame. I typed "famewhore" at first but I felt guilty after 2 nanoseconds of typing that word. Feels wrong somehow, but that's what I think. Just read this.

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/worldnews/article-1225393/Michelle-Obama-presidential-wife-appear-reality-TV-show.html

And Nigella can't cook a damn thing!

Oh great!

Sometimes all I want is to be heard. And I do miss you. :(

Anyway, I rarely feel sympathetic towards any rival clubs (or anything at all, come to think of it) but dear Lord, my heart went out to Liverpool last night. I guess unless they can come up with the 20 million pound sterling, they're stuck with that fat French waiter. Another :(

Oh well, it's a :( day I guess.

And I should stop using emoticons

Note: I don't know who Nurul Izzah is but she keeps uploading food pics on Facebook. And I naturally hate her because she's making me hungry.

So where can I send my resume?

Read this.

Roland Emmerich is a delusional wuss. No one (well, no one with rational thinking that is) would come after his ass if he blew up Kaabah in that destructoporn movie of his (In the past, Kaabah was destroyed in an earthquake and was rebuilt. Don't know whether the info would come in handy, just wanted to share). Salman Rushdie had a fatwa on his head because he depicted Nabi Muhammad (S.A.W) in such suggestive manners that it was acceptable? okay? (the appropriate word escapes me. I don't think either acceptable or okay is appropriate, sorry fellow Muslims). Besides, after decades since that fatwa, Salman Rushdie is still living and breathing and hunting for younger airheads which make for nice arm candies but look stupid and disproportionate when they're in his arms. I still can't believe that the UK and Iran broke diplomatic ties over that asshole.

Let's relive the controversy ,shall we?

Note: I once came across the book. In here. In this country. Malaysia. I think most of my friends know where I found it.

I think it's sad that the people out there think that the Muslims still live in tents and milk cows and reject electricities and all. They think that women get beaten on a daily basis because of minor offences and Islam is a demanding religion (because we need to fast and pray and all). It's not, actually. The rules are there for a reason. It's when you step outside the boundaries that you'd get into troubles.

Don't get me wrong. I'm not pious (not in the sense that one might call pious anyway) and to call me a good Muslim is like claiming that Rafa Benitez is a God-given gift to the football world. But regardless of everything, I'm still a Muslim. Without my religion, I am nothing.

Just because of a few (okaylah, more than a few) bomb-strapped bastards, the whole world is frothing in the mouth claiming that Islam is a religion for the terrorists and such. What about the recent wars? The daily struggle the Palestinians have to face at the West Bank? Don't all of those count? I'm not going to go any further than that and start showing off my intelligence by stating facts about World War 1 and 2 because I think that are reasons enough. I'm not making excuses for those blood-thirsty, bomb-strapped bastards, far from it actually. Killing people is not the answer, no matter what they say. All those "Allahu Akbar" don't wash off the blood of the people they have killed nor make it less a sin. A murder is still a murder.

Back to the movie, Roland Emmerich just cemented my belief that he's an idiot. Kaabah is not an Arab symbol, it's a Muslim symbol. I'm also surprised there is no mention about the Jewish Western Wall (seeing that he's against organised religion). Plus, reading the comments is making me sick to the bones.

And because idiots (Roland Emmerich and that co-writer of his, I mean) can also make it big in Hollywood, I can only wonder what would be in store for me if only I knew where to and to whom I should send my resume. It beats crunching numbers and typing letters anytime. And no, I won't be watching 2012. I have a thing against destructoporn movies.

Keep The Change, You Filthy Animal

It's a beautiful morning that looks like it'll only allow beautiful things to happen throughout the day, but sadly I am mistaken. From the first moment I saw her, I knew that something is not quite right but I couldn't pinpoint what. That was, until she accidentally (which is doubtful, I must say) flicked her hair and I saw....

....hickeys. Lots of hickeys.

At first, I waited for her friends/ someone/anyone at all to tell her about it but I should've known better than to believe that these people would actually care about the embarrassment one might have when they don't give a flying fuck about anything else but another person's misfortune that they could gossip about during the lunch hour. So, being the considerate person that I am, I went to her and said something about her visible hickeys and does she need anything to cover that shit up? (well in more polite words of course).

And.....

.....she just laughed. And proceeded to tell me about the things that led to.......that. And making me feel more awkward than ever. Because we're not even remotely friends, well, not in the sense that one might call a friend. She's just someone I know. Even if she's someone I'm really close to, hell has to freeze over before I'd agree to listen to....whatever it is she wants me to hear.

I know, I know, I can be so prudish sometimes that it's a surprise the earth hasn't swallowed me whole.

Come on lah, don't you ever feel embarrassed a bit? Oh wait, how silly I must sound, of course lah no. Not everyone wants to know every of your life info and all you know, so just shut the fuck up.

Sometimes things are better left unsaid and I of all people know what would happen if you tell private things to a person you wrongly trusted. I've learned my lesson well and that's why I prefer to keep some things to myself. Don't want my dirty linen to be broadcasted to the rest of the world, you see. It hurt like hell when things you privately told someone came to the knowledge of some other hundred people and those some other hundred people had the audacities to tell some other hundred more.

You know what was the most hurtful of all? I was one of those some other hundred people. Imagine my surprise (oh what an understatement!) when I heard about it; my deepest secrets that I only told a person in confidence.

That explains why I find it hard to trust people again. I think.

Note: the hickey incident happened to me IRL, but I purposely use present tense because I feel like it. On a totally related note, am I the only one who feels bothered about the abundance of food pics all over my Facebook homepage (sebab buat orang lain jadi lapar) and the fact that people like to write lyrics on Facebook notes and blogs? I know, I know, I sound like a one-trick pony here (because I say it over and over again) but dear God, it irritates me.

This is excitement and hit it.

I just spent the last hour reading all of my blog posts and removing posts which I think are, well, offensive and insulting. And reading them back is making me feel nostalgic.

I found posts about Mawi (which Ateem responded quite ferociously because she used to be a fan), posts about my life in Segamat which I naively wrote, posts about my friends that I was once close to, delusional-I-think-I-can-be-a-good-enough-writer posts, typos (in most of them), abundances of grammatically incorrect sentences, and posts that reminded me that I used to be happy.

Now, my grammar is (slightly) better than before and I use exceptional, oh-out-of-this-world words and idioms because I know I can but I can't write like that anymore. I've experienced too much and seen too much to know that I'm not as innocent and naive as I used to be.

Now, I'm just a sceptical cynic who sees the worst in everything.

I've also removed every photo of my friends, my family and I because.....well, I can't explain it. Let's just say it's good to be anonymous sometimes, which is pretty ironic since I think that anonymous are cowards.

A dash of Not Right

"Wasting away life doing absolutely nothing......."

Is this sentence grammatically incorrect? because I don't think so.

Oh I forgot. Someone commented "grammar check, grammar check" (I purposely put a comma because I'm feeling generous today) on that sentence and it boggles the mind.