guide to be a sociopath

1. Leave the copy machine set to reduce 200%, extra dark, 17 inch paper, 99 copies.
2. In the memo field of all your checks, write "for sexual favors."
3. Specify that your drive-through order is "TO-GO."
4. If you have a glass eye, tap on it occasionally with your pen while talking to others.
5. Stomp on little plastic ketchup packets.
6. Insist on keeping your car windshield wipers running in all weather conditions "to keep them tuned up."
7. Reply to everything someone says with "that's what you think."
8. Practice making fax and modem noises.
9. Highlight irrelevant information in scientific papers and "cc" them to your boss.
10. Make beeping noises when a large person backs up.
11. Finish all your sentences with the words "in accordance with prophesy."
12. Signal that a conversation is over by clamping your hands over your ears and grimacing.
13. Disassemble your pen and "accidentally" flip the ink cartridge across the room.
14. Holler random numbers while someone is counting.
15. Adjust the tint on your TV so that all the people are green, and insist to others that you "like it that way."
16. Staple pages in the middle of the page.
17. Publicly investigate just how slowly you can make a croaking noise.
18. Honk and wave to strangers.
19. Decline to be seated at a restaurant, and simply eat their complimentary mints at the cash register.
20. TYPE IN UPPERCASE.
21. type only in lowercase.
22. dont use any punctuation either
23. Buy a large quantity of orange traffic cones and reroute whole streets.
24. Repeat the following conversation a dozen times.
    "DO YOU HEAR THAT?"
    "What?"
    "Never mind, it's gone now."
25. As much as possible, skip rather than walk.
26. Try playing the William Tell Overture by tapping on the bottom of your chin. When nearly done, announce "No, wait, I messed it up," and repeat.
27. Ask people what gender they are.
28. While making presentations, occasionally bob your head like a parakeet.
29. Sit in your front yard pointing a hair dryer at passing cars to see if they slow down.
30. Sing along at the opera.
31. Go to a poetry recital and ask why each poem doesn't rhyme.
32. Ask your co-workers mysterious questions and then scribble their answers in a notebook. Mutter something about "psychological profiles."

Too late (a short storey written out of boredom)

Standing there, watching you let a dove fly away,

How liberating, your actions, is like a divine anointment,

Splashing waves, muffled by your voice as you spoke softly to me,

Such was the intent i pay to you every word, like it`s your last, and i know it is,

We both looked towards the horizon, sun almost down,

The perching dusk light, seems to illuminate us so nicely, of how we are looking into each other`s eyes, with a worn out smile,

Knowing it would come, we closed our eyes, hands in hands, softly pursed, feeling each others warmth, of how little is left from the passing moments,

Dawn till night , we spend our days, repetitive, but seemingly anew, each day,

It had to come, felt that sprinkle of liquid, i didn`t look, but i know it`s red, and from your veins,

Hands went weak, But i didn`t let loose, you fell, i catch you, from your waist, as gently, as a rough man could,

I still dare not look, but i know, it had come to be,

Your head on my sleeveless arm, I felt, blood, more blood, and somehow I know, tears , is mixed within,

Hard try i did, but tears kept running and i coulden stop crying, i grab on as hard as i could, like i could hold your life here, but the truth is always painful,

I know, despite your weak grip, you had tried the same with me, not wanting to let go,

Sad, we both know too well, we can fight seperation no more than we can fight our feelings for each other,

The rain never stoped, as if to express what we could not speak out to existence,

I kept stood, throughout the rain, i never moved, then, you let go, before i did,but i know you have no other way,

I gave you a kiss, our very first in facet, and the last, more tears run,as i know, we should have treasured each other more but now it became too late,

Shed a tear, If you feel what i feel...

Just to feel what it is like to be human

What does it all mean? what was all that about?

This existence, this stage, Where we are,

Is it truely all merely a rose mirror,

the tinted glass, that blurs our perspectives.

Would everything just be nothing but memories?

Nothing seems solid, bubbles that breaks easily.

Without memories, does anything exists?

Then why? the formidable mind and memory?

Nothing escapes, not even positions of words on a fliped page.

It only adds to pain, both physical and mental. Physical pain exists.

If one thing only exists, i`d wager it to be present.

the past are just memories, the future lies/speculations,

without memory, there is none, nothing

and what we are at present, are what we feel?

That which one failed to achieve, is the most beautiful,

That extra smile a day, to be happy, to see you so.

One failed but one tried and one 'died'

One found his sweet memory, as the suffering for that was beautiful.

One`s love for another could easily last forever, but when time passes one would forget the voice,forget the face, forget the life, but one can never forget that one loved you sincerely,

madly, intensely, once, why?

Cause the warmth when one felt in presense of another, is a feeling that surpases memories.

This warmth is there for one forever .



-dedicated to a friend, who died of silent innocence-

-it was not who he was, it was what he brought to this dark world, my dark world-

-i will never forget, i never do, nothing else at all-

random quotations

crazy ppl do crazy stuff



the path to hell is often paved with good intentions



life goes against wishes



usually a hero is neer one by choice



in the advent of new tech, new frontiers appears, in the changing of perspectives, new oppurtunity arises



life is about making choices, if one refuses to make choices, one shall only be left with the illusion that all is mery and life progressing, such is selfishness and one form of cruelty to self . Perhaps so stemed from the fear of adversities



what can`t be attained is the most beautiful, or is the hardship spent even more so?

Fides Vero

i suddenly saw a truth..that u make me see...
something i never stood a chance to behold safe with u not i be...
my secret sweetheart that no one know off..
ocean seperates us apart a constant...
the talk of "something" .. that "something"..... to grow out of it ..to step on it like stones on my journey up..
some may see that as a twisty rejection..some may see that as a hidden kindness..
but that bothers me neither..
it is what u inspired me to do..to be that which u imprint on me..
thank you ..thank you .. a million times..
to set in motion of that u speak..i shalt not see u again animore..
for that to be... i have to take this course..this path..
perhaps again..when im complete and whole..i hope i can meet u as someone i hold in gratitude..
and at that point lets hope that sex wont be a treason to any one...
u made me feel in a way..i shall never forget... thank you ..forever...

cooking with a hangover episode 2

hmmm went to another new club called romance of the 3 kingdom..yes no "s" ..mind them... woke up with insufficient sleep ..toppling while walking... but guess i act cooked something..haha..hope no stomache ache...

stuff:

pasta...fetuccine...dried..

olive oil...

butter..

salt..pepper...

mc cormick mixed herbs..

parmessan cheese...

rose carnation milk

method:

boil pasta with enuf water covering all.. with butter salt n pepper...stir to prevent sticking of pasta around the pot and with each other too much...

cut or tear pasta to c if the white dot is small enuf...too cook will become mee...

den..put butter to pan..melt..add salt... put pasta..fry... with mixed herb...salt..pepper...

fry till soft..and u get the smell..yeah..use olive oil to fry also...

or fry till soft enuf..keep tussling pasta..

later add parmesan and fry for a while to let it melt...

result : aglio olio..

bastards

as of late my friends have developed a habit of playing emo songs to amplify my broken heart...bastards..their actions is similar to that of above pic..biggest asshole eathan..haha...

deep and meaningless

this song deep and meaningless means alot in a sense..where every single line of the song..every single word is hitting the spot ..on what i feel and happened......wow......thanks the bastard eathan who highlighted this song to me..fcker...friends forever ah? haha..

I, I don't know why I miss you so much
Yeah I, I don't know why I still feel your touch
You, you left me feeling high and dry
With nothing, nothing but the question why
Yeah you, I guess you had another direction
And leaving me with nothing but a dead connection
If you call me today
I'll say that I'm fine
But I bet you can tell by the tone of my voice
It's just a lie
You knew what you had
You still walked away leaving me in this mess
My love for you is deep and meaningless
You, you knew what you were doing to me
And I, I guess I was too blind to see
Well you hit where it hurt and you fooled me so bad
But I'd do it again to relive what we had
Damn that's sad
There are many things left to remind me
Of a love that I just can't leave behind me

to have tasted

to have loved one so far.... to have experienced this cute but thorny thing called love...
i have experienced.... i have been wing torned.. but it is all good...
it is surprisingly pleasant yet painful...but i fret not...
it still pleasures me to know that i had this warmth...
i choose not to rot but to feel that lavendish aroma field that i call a living heaven..
i had been there... but to where it leads me i care not..
as the pleasant aroma...will bring me through....
psalm 23 : 4 ,though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
and that rod and staff would be my love that i had...

interesting note

Ever shit b4? if u can find anyone who can burst out all dry shit in one go... and one string of that crap.... without breathing... kindly contact me...
cause i would like too..
know WHAT THE F IS YOUR PROBLEM

cooking with a hangover episode 1

woke up with severe headache..1 fren and me went to this new club called CENTRO and opened 2 bttls dewars..arck..... here u go..wat i ate for breakfast after severe drinking.. debut episode..

THE POTANGTO

ingredients:
tuscelli olive oil..
potatoe...anykind
wei hoe button mushrooms..
lee n perins worchestershire sauce..
black pepper ..grounded..
non purified salt...
basil whole ..grounded..
Daisy soft marjerin...
Perfect italliano parmesan cheeze...

method:
sliced thin shreds of one potatoe
sliced thin shreds of a can of mushrooms..
put on any pot/wok.. pour in bout 2 table spoon of olive oil
put pepper,salt,basil,marjerin,worchestershire sauce...
use hand and stir and mix it first..
smallest flame ... cook till potato soft
den when all done put in parmesan..high flame..till melt..

result:
u get a cheezy afterburned slight crushed taste of mushroom-cheeze that u find in pizzas..and the potato is to feel it up...
for added effect..u may add in chicken or lamb..but cook to fullness with oregano herbs and olive oil ..pepper salt of course... before putting in the aforementioned dish and blasting them together

Selling-Price : RM 8 w/o meat...
RM 15 w meat... : )

Disclaimer : It`s all cooked with hangover... tastes may be suspicious...