Ah, back in my workplace with some time to spare. Thought I should touch on this a bit, since it's been quite long this has been set aside. But I have no stories to tell, no tales to relive and no memories to recapture on words. I have a great life, strangely without any internet or friends. But I also had great times with them in it too, which renders anything bad I wanna or did wanted to say well, a bit useless I guess.

I'd start with what I remember..hmm... late nights at Warnet bringing the smackdown or whatever they call them these days on me mates in GunBound, one of the most useless Worm ripoff that catches your attention (at least mine) and holds you in awe. Sat I missed work due to some unforseen reason (i woke up late) and had to wait until night when I got my ride to Selayang to collect a monitor I bought from an online friend. Nice guys for that 3 minutes we talked to each other. Then on Sunday, a trip to our local shrine (Warnet) was cut short due to some idiots who decided that gambling was a far better option than say, blasting your opponents vehicle into bits. So off we went at 4pm to Genting, the local if not the only legalised gambling... no, entertainment hub that is fully licensed so you won't get raids despite being 14 and have a large build. Went it there, got bit by the betting bug and thankfully lost any thing that resembled cash to the nice uncle which is working hub to make sure all of us are having fun down there in Genting, by bringing in shows like Dance of the Dynasty or Emil Chow. I like the feeling that I'm the one who had a hand in bringing culture and lifestyle to our very much deprieved-of-it fellow Malaysians. And two days later, loved the feeling of being bullied and framed for going to Genting on Saturday, something that I'm quite sure I would have remembered since I still have some brain left in me despite all those alcohol comsumed on Sunday watching MU beating Tottenham 2-1 (eat that!)..

Then comes today... hhmm.. I woke up with a topic I would love to dwelve into, a particular subject named Heartbreaker and Heartbreakee: A Point Of View. But the recent reading of several books make me understood the level of english you needed to possess in order to confuse and enthrall your audiences (well, readers) with your superb grammar and depth of words to hold them to your story itself. So as I struggle to even string a great word together I wondering how the hell I can write about a subject that I'm still mostly clueless about ?

So I'd write about something else instead. Hate mails. Why bother ? Not complaint letters or explanation needed please ones, but hate mail. Those who starts by a nice warm fuck you and ends with a moving assole! ... I really mean, why even bother ? I recently ruffle through some of the articles here and suprisingly the amount of hate mails he receive is stupid, I can't help but wonder what the hell do they have for breakfast that prompted them to sent and obviously useless and if not ego boosting mail to him ? I'm quite sure asshole can be a heartfelt insult in real life, but by god, you're posting in ON THE INTERNET.. Who the hell receives a insult from a total stranger and cries, regretting his mistakes and never again repeating what he/she had done and forever hold to the promise that he/she will be good for now on ? What moron sends a "I'll kick your ass if I saw you in real life" shit and hopes he'll repent ? For all I know, even I would laugh that off and well, prompt a nice reply via the same route.

Opps, gotta go :O ...see ya !