Date's to remember

August the 15th 2009, you were born into this world at 1000hrs something..joy to the world

Two months later on...

October 24th 2009, we drove all the way to Johor to get you from your breeders...

Come this November 15th 2009 you will be 3months old...
You are one bundle of joy with a full charge level of energy that will never stop...
You smell like shit some times and that's because you sit on your own shit but we still love you...
You made me broke but you give me love which at time's i cant handle myself..but its cool
You like to dig up my garden and i do hope you stop soon as i love my garden...
You always seem to be happy even though your face looks like you wanna rip me apart...
You cant never stop doing that ngam ngam thingy with your jaw and best part your still running on your milk teeth

Tinkerbell i love you loads....

ps:internet connection sucks big time hence cant upload a picture of her...

Nice Guys Finish Last...

Perhaps...or is it a fact...
if its a sure true fact then Bill Gates is one hell of a badass...
hence Microsoft is evil :0

When your heart stops beating

She's a pretty girl. She's always falling down.
And I think I just fell in love with her,
But she won't ever remember, remember.
And I can always find her at the bottom of a plastic cup.
Drowning in drunk sincerity.
A sad and lonely girl.
Quit crying your eyes out.
Quit crying your eyes out and, Baby come on.
Isn't there something familiar about me?
The past is only the future with the lights on.
Quit crying your eyes out, Baby.
And she said,
I think we're running out of alcohol. Tonight, I hate this fucking town.
And all my best friends will be the death of me,
But they won't ever remember, remember.
So please take me far away, before I melt into the ground.
And all my words get used against me.
This sad and lonely girl.
Quit crying your eyes out.
Quit crying your eyes out and, Baby come on.
Isn't there something familiar about me?
The past is only the future with the lights on.
Quit crying your eyes out, Baby.
Quit crying your eyes out.
Quit crying your eyes out and, Baby come on.
Isn't there something familiar about me?
The past is only the future with the lights on.
Quit crying your eyes out...
Isn't there something familiar about me?
Quit crying your eyes out.
The past is only the future with the lights on.
So quit crying your eyes out, Baby...

Curb my mind into a liquid dream of a man

you can catch me on the West Coast, with a fly-ass stripper tied to my bed-post lookin' like Alicia Keys on her knees, lickin' the bag, just for a freeze

I reckon and bet you that, that's a sure A+ plus dream come true for every men...

But the fact remains it may not be Alicia Keys or Megan Fox...Just some random girl...
it will still be a dream come true for every men...maybe Sir Elton John also...

rhymes out of boredom...which kinda becomes word of the day.

Pam The Onion's birthday

I don't really do birthdays like in write about them,
but having this really up & down feeling running around my soul as i tried to keep
myself busy by clicking through facebook and i found out that it was Pam Choo's birthday...so with much energy i clicked on her profile,and without must thinking i started to write her a birthday poem which went like this:

**happy birthday with snails as candles on your birthday cake and as you blow them off fairies will fly away with hot flaming pink thongs and flying pigs with bow & arrows shooting at the stars for a speacial someone like you on this very special day whereby 25 years ago your ass landed on this earth on a lil not so tiny island called penang***


well i just had to get this down on my blog cause i'm kinda like doing a online journal of my life and the people around me and everything we could ever think about...
or cant think about...
well again happy birthday to you pam the onion choo

Beauty in the cage of ugliness

Beauty in the cage of ugliness

Well ‘beauty in the cage of ugliness’ best describes a lot of things in life and how we feel and all…current love & hate situations of two beings, being neglected by loved ones, feeling unwanted by family & society, being a beautiful person inside of you but feeling ugly on the out side due to peer pressure and the alarming rate of trying to fit in…well the it goes on and on with just such simple words as the ‘beauty in the cage of ugliness’

At the moment ‘beauty in the cage of ugliness’ would best fit my current love for a certain Pitbull…yes it’s Tinkerbell..reason being why I used ‘beauty in the cage of ugliness’ for her is because of the public media and how this particular breed of dogs are condemned just because of their natural aggression and strong fighting instinct.

If you were to really look into this breed and understand them deeply you will see a whole new world. Yes I cant help but agree on all the things said about the breed but
there’s always two side’s of the coin.

She is one hell of a all ready kick ass dog ready and up for everything and is not timid at all…maybe it be a loud bike passing by other puppies would run for hell, but nop not this one…she stands strong by herself not fearing a single thing..

There’s a lot going on with her and that breed that needs more understanding rather then a quick ohh that’s a killer breed…
So to all the haters don’t hate the game hate the player (I know its sounds so O.G at the moment)

In the end its how you would interpret ‘beauty in the cage of ugliness’ to me this is just one of the ways I would shout it out loud...

My Dream...

I WANT TO BE A : Rock Star/ Ninja/ Fashionista/ Jedi Warrior