Brittle Turtle Tilts And Topples.

Is it just me, or there's a mysterious rectangle that pops out around my banner, everytime I open my blog, and disappears the moment the page has loaded. Damn, whathef- is that o.o

Reminds me of the time, where hackers on Myspace managed to place invisible boxes, that hovers around tempting links such as "View my pics" , that will lead to a fake Myspace home page, asking you to log in again. The suckers will then suddenly be spamming "Girls aren't lying when they say size doesn't matter.." all over the place. Epic.

Shit, I just hope what's in my blog ain't that shit. Imma go and check some fishy HTML's.

Fatal April Apple Pt. 2

I think I found something in my disposal that's April Fool's worthy too, only it's not recorded on April Fool's , and today's not even April 1st to be uploading such videos in the first place, but who gives a rat's ass ain't it, or any critters's ass for that matter.

Check this one out :D :



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*Featuring Faye (the one in blue)

Sorry for spoiling the video by rotating it, was for the sake of watching the video's in fullscreen on my phone, so I do not need to rotate my phone, but then again it's easier to rotate a handheld device, rather than a computer monitor, this won't happen again, SORRY !

ANYHOO,

Did you hear the big, wet SPLAPPPP (!) when the mop smooched his face ? . Damnnn that gotta hurt. The thing scared the shit out of him so bad that he fell flat on his butt. Poor fella had his tongue to taste like soap too, 'cause the mop bitch-slapped his face, with his mouth opened. C-CC-C-COMBOO. I'm sorry man, but you know how we roll :D . A MANN WALK ON THETHEDEDEDED MOOOOOOHNNN ! (inside thing) .


Well gimme some knuckles man, I was a victim before you. Curse you AzLAN-CAU ! . Haha peace V(n.n)V . Now where the f-k did that smiley came from.

Love you too bro (r)

Fatal April Apple

In honour of the 1st of April 2009, I've a little somethin' somethin' :D :



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APRIL FOOOOOOOOOOOOLS ABANG BOBOKKKKK ! :D

So practically the prank was pulled by replacing the cream of the Oreo, with a generous spread of good ol' TOOTHPASTE :D . And thanks for making the prank twice as epic by eating it with the twist-lick-dunk technique man, you licked it like a champ. How d'ya like the new mint-flavoured Oreo huhhhhh ? >:D . THAT'S FOR SHOOTING MY ASS WITH THEM BB-GUNS B-TCH !! . Hahahaa. Nice one VEYY, chill bro :)


Ain't the most original idea ever tho, my classmates did it wayyy back when I was in highschool. Oh and my friend Emily told me on MSN that she was a victim of the same twisted prank too (which the conversation started with me pranking her that I ran over a cat and was all panicky about it).


Oh and I wasn't let off the hook too. My mum's friend, which I call him Brian, usually will send me and my sister top up codes, each month. He's awesome I know. Earlier the afternoon, the codes came in, keyed it in, to no avail. Still not aware of what's the date, I told him "The top-up code's invalid lah Brian :/" with all pure gullibility. Then the reply, unsuspectingly I read, "HAPPY APRIL FOOOLSS ASHH ! :D " . Dangit. Haha, but then again without that, I wouldn't be aware that today's April Fool, therefore, there would be no such epic video as uploaded above. So thanks Brian ! :D

Happy April Fools do0dz and do0detteZ :) . Do share me your April Fool stories (y)

Hide Beside The Slide

After weeks, or maybe a month, tolerating the disheartening fact that it hurts to flick my board out of a faulty ankle. Today, finally I can kickflip again :D , *yeay. Although it still sting a lil' when I overworked the flipping motion, but all and all, it felt goooooooooooood to roll on those wheels and burst the sweat out back again :)


Oh and, I guess I still suck at sorting out stuffs. I'm sorry man :/

Scorched Torch On The Porch.

You would not believe on what had just happened. And yes, this is the fastest update ever because it happened just a few seconds ago. Yes, readers, seconds(from the moment this paragraph was written). Go gasp in awe.


Read This :

My house ALMOST got on frikkin fire.


I was online-ing like the usual, breathing, like the usual UNTIL what I breathed in, smelt funny. It smelt like roasted chestnuts. I don't like that smell. First, I ignored it, maybe it's just the smell of toast, who knows my dad accidentally burned a bread black when he was making supper. Then, the smell gets stronger, and it started to choke my throat. Soon, it smelled reallly, REALLY baaaaaahdd, so I just had to go out of my room to check where the hell the smell's coming from. The moment my door was opened, what greeted my sight made me go WHATTHEEFAKKKKKKKKKKKKK O___O !!

I saw smokes, puffs and puffs of it. And it smelled so sharp and bad, it made my eyes water. I trailed the source of the smoke, and I saw a smokin' pot containing a healthy lump of I-don't-know-what-the-f**k-it-used-to-be. I saw

THIS:


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I quickly then switched off the fire, wanted to enlarge my nostrils for I did something a little heroic, but it smelt horrible, so I didn't.

I woke my parents up then, to tell them what had just happened. A small, teeny weeny argument happened, on who used the stove last. Turned out it was Dad, he was boiling sugar to make pickled mangoes and forgot to turn off the fire. Who would've an idea in the world, that something as sweet as sugar could turn out to look that nasty. Damn. That looked almost as bad as a horribly sunburned pair of George W. Bush's asses.

I'm just glad that nothing exaggerated to something worse. Alhamdulillah




Oh, and BTW, Happy Earth Hour you guys :)

Do Not Rot Little Knots.

You know what I need right now ? I bet you don't.


What I want is, to suddenly implode, and burst right up to the sky, and mess up what's on the ground with the shock waves. And then, up in the infinite blue plains, there will be fluffy clouds, that gather to hold my retreat, my escape, my ventilation, and MINE alone.

And what will greet me is a door. Those kind where you'll have to go through at the airport, and will beeeeepppp if there's anything metallic you are carrying. But this door right here, instead of metal stuffs, it'll detect, all the shit, all the clutter, all the barbed wires that wraps around your brain, and your weighing chest. You'll feel a little tingle, and see your problems, after the other, being collected and be put in a bin for safekeeping right before your eyes. All's good, and you're good to go. The moment you take off your filthy shoes and step pass through the line..

YOU

FEEL

NOTHING

You walk around on the bouncy clouds, and feel the softness of the white ground, stroking the soles of your feet,glancing around to look for that perfect spot to just unwind. You pick the very edge of the cloud, dust off the part where your ass will lay, slowly you will sit down along with letting a sigh of relief and let your feet dangle over the clouds.


As the soothing breeze whips through your hair (at this point, no matter how bad of a hairday you're having, suddenly it'll be shampoo ad material) , and the sweetest oxygen sweeps and cleanse through your chaotic insides, you will enjoy the view below you. You'll see a prematurely bald middle-aged man, rushing to and fro of his office cubicle everyday without fail, and see his hair gradually falls as the work papers pile up. You'll see a fat guy with a moustache, swimming across his swimming pool of dollar bills, and a blind man smiles an inch wider everytime he hears a clank in the metal cup in between his frail hands. You'll see murders, upon murders out of vengeance and lust, failed to be kept behind metal bars of their mind. You'll see suicides, performed in every imaginable way possible, out of countless scenarios of how life backfires, and gazillions reasons why, do they do it, to only end ONE, single thing. Sad. You'll see a pony-tailed, plump princess, getting whatever in the world she wants, and if you turn your head a little bit, you'll see a small, bony figure, prying off bits of rice on the ground shooing off the flies, hovering about him. You'll see the gentlest heart tap, to the nastiest heart shatter. You'll see tears, one rolls down over smiling cheeks, the other wets a dry frown. You'll see butterflies dancing round a field of daisies, and maggots squirming on lifeless corpses and carcasses. You'll see how lies constructs a giant temporary structure, to be only demolished by a single blow of honesty. You'll see lost souls, drowning in the sea of alcohol and be crushed with icebergs of drugs. You'll see bullets fly, bombs drop and innocent lives taken, with a background music of a sinister laughter. You'll see a little kid hates love itself and find love in hating. And that's only a fraction among other things that you'd never have an idea of. You close your eyes, and you get up.


You can't take it anymore, it's too overwhelming.


One last look at the earth below you, and you head back to the door. The shits in the bin you left out earlier, all sucked into your chest like a vortex. You shake your head, not wanting to go back down. But suddenly, you'll feel a vague force, pushing you down. Caught off-guard, you pummel down to earth like a comet. You see the earth that used to look like a tiny notch of brown, to be clearer, and nearer, and closer ANDD..


THUD !


You wake up from a dream that required no sleep, with an alarm clock by the brand of Reality.

Damn

Check The Wreck Jack

Hey do0dz and do0dettez, I've just a made side-blog to house in the contents of my brain :)


Checkkiittaaauuut :


http://vanquish-the-ventriloquist.blogspot.com/


Enjoiieeeeeeee :)