I LOVE EDUCATED IDIOTS.

Howleee crap! The controversy over the advertisments of junk food and whatnot. It, baffles me. For all these years, junk food has been almost a “staple” for many children and youths together. They grew up to be quite useful people in the society (with the exceptions of politicians, they turned to be numskulls) and many of them are leading quite a good healthy life.

Nothing really bad happened to these kids, hell even I was one of those kids who loved eating the orange coloured “rings”. They were salty as the Dead Sea and terribly “unhealthy”.

Heavenly lord, stop already with the “health consciousness“

Seriously, since when were we so damnned health conscious? I remember an article TWO years ago saying that heart attack is a main cause of death in Malaysia, and that many Malaysians are obese yada yada yada yada….so what they did?

They promoted healthy living by some obscure commercials which could either be interpreted as a man trying to get his family to accompany him jogging because he didn’t wanna get checked out by the fitter women alone, or ……they were trying to teach us how to cook salad without using any form of seasoning, sauces and mayonaise.

Seriously, if you were to get people to get their lard filled arses up to the nearest park for a workout, at least use a fit looking 30+ guy that has a clean cut and succesful look, with sleeveless shirts doing some push-ups and chin-ups in the park, with chicks checking him out. Then the same fatso on the opposite bench, munching off on his karipap panas stares with a stupified face and then aspires to redo his physique to perfection.

THAT, could motivate some dudes. NOT A middle aged, belly laden granddfather with spectacles the size of Pamela Anderson’s buttcrack. U may try to convey the message that even old people excercise, but if people have to THINK, that’s already bad marketing. Good marketing, doesn’t require mental movement. All it requires, is a horny mind.

The most comment a “Professor” can give can be found here.

 ”International Islamic University Malaysia Applied yadafuckmeinside out director Assoc Prof Dr Rahmattulah Khan, is confident that the band (commercials of fast food) will cause a decline in fast food consumption.” His comment?

“THE AD, IS THE STIMULUS. WHEN YOU SEE THE FOOD, YOU ARE MOTIVATED TO EAT IT. AND WHEN YOU HAVE MORE CHOICES, PEOPLE EAT MORE”.

 OH PRAISE THE Boratlicking pussy!~!! Let me EXPLAIN to you, you highly read, highly educated, hardly exposed mongoose head…….

People EAT, fast food not because of some stupid commercial where the drumsticks are tumbling out of a barrel, or when some guy is in the kitchen snooping around for the secret recipe to god knows what foldover with pieces of krabby patties between it!~

People eat it, because it’s convenient, it tastes “okay” (taste is subjective, i think MCD is the worst crap u can get, but i like KFC) and it’s generally easy to obtain. Please la, think about it. How many of us are really “stimulated” by the commercials that MCD or KFC air? It’s almost as lame as watching the lady next door sew her curtain and listen to her speaking about the “pre war period” and when she had to show some vagina to escape death and now she’s cursing at the Japanese. Btw, Japanese created instant noodles, that’s bound to be banned soon.

KFC, if I were to be your Director Of Marketing (which you must reward me with a BMW M5 turbocharged and a monthly salary of USD50,000) this is how your commercial will be.

A lady, slowly and gently peeling the skin off KFC’s chicken breast and licking the fatty part. Then slowly eating the flesh, slice by slice. Then the man next to her, stares dreamingly at her breasts. Then as each slice of the chicken breast is consumed, he gets more and more high. At the end, he grabs fork and starts poking at her breasts. She opens up her shirt and the man licks it a lil.

Then he says “Fail. My KFC is still more tender and juicy“

Then she gets flushed into a rejection container where she leaves with a pair of drumsticks, smiling broad as a satisfied prostitute and the thing ends with a sentence saying “Always something positive with KFC“

 Trust me “mister god knows what the hell you are, your name’s too fuckin long”, you ain’t gonna have less sales of KFC, MCD and PIzza hut just cuz there isn’t any more commercials about them. Here’s how I look at it, people may even frequent these outlets more often beacuse of the lack of commercials, thus they may have to constantly check out the stores to make sure they don’t lose out any new offerings.

And these fast food outlets are damn smart, they’ll come up with OTHER forms of promotions. They can print on their fast food boxes all sorts of promotions. They can also give loyalty tickets or “bring more friends, cheaper you get” such of promotions. Right now, you see not of such promotions for there isn’t a need to. BUT men are intelligent creatures. We will find loopholes and improvise to better our sales. It’s all about survival heavenly creatures of oversized heads and minimised brains.

Hell if I were MCD, i’ll give them a guide on how and what to order from MCD’s list of food to enjoy MCD and still live a “healthy” lifestyle. All the foods bougtht, will be from MCD. I’ll create foods that are lesser on calories and remove the bun as to reduce costs and sell it at a higher price claiming “DUDE! This is da shit! It’s low calories, minimal carbo and maximum protein!~ Eat this shit dude!!”

U wanna talk living healthy? Fix the source, the mentality. Not the result. Prof dumbass, the stimulus is the people, these companies only cater to satisfy the requirements of these “stimulus people” ……

Professors? Hah! No wonder he’s lecturing in there and not Princeton or UNSW.

Guess what this is?

This is probabbly the most ghetto mod you can to date. I found this thumbdrive in my campus and didn’t know whose it belonged to. It also didn’t help that there was absolubtly files in the thumbdrive so I couldn’t track back to the rightful owner. One must also consider the fact that the thumbdrive, had to be reformatted so all traces of which whom it could belong to was completely gone. So I assumed responsbility as the newest owner of this, small memory yet reliable 128MB Apacer thumbdrive.

Before going further, one must also understand that I attempted this “modification” because I stepped onto my thumbdrive and caused it’s casing to break and become loose. Thus it was either I left it dangling like that or I did something about it.

This is my thumbdrive. Case. After which I broke the bottom part.

With the help of this, it shall be revived. But not in the normal state.

With my trusty philip head screwdriver, (i’ve always wondered why it’s called Philip head, why not Kelvin head? OR samuel head? OR maybe mariah head?) I removed it from it’s casing.

Put hot glue all over it. It’s waterproof now. Tried and tested.

Shall I leave it in this form? It looks okay.

NOO!! My fingers are itchy….so I sprayed it. What a regretful decision.

My spray and my clear coat.

What the hell’s that ugly piece of crap?

Yes ladies and gentleman……my thumbdrive.
Does it still work??

IT WORKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! hahahaha….happiness!! I’m a man of simple pleasures. =D

Hehehe, I noe it’s really ugly now. But I don’t care. I’m happy the way it is. I might spray it red, or if I’m bored I’m recolor it. Hahahaha, happy seh!!

On second tots, it does look kinda ugly….

Crazy Things When You’re In The Youth Section

I moan and complain about the lack of need to escape punishment after the execution of a negative deed. I used to find it extremely thrilling to skip classes and run around the entire school without a “Break” pass.

I’d run into toilets and wash my hands for 40 minutes while waiting for a boring “Add-Math” class (which I eventually failed) to end. I felt extremely satisfied when I could run out of school and change my clothes proceded to take a bus home earlier. I don’t know what’s the point of doing that, escaping school to go home, sounds like an ultimately STUPID thing to do. Still I guess it was the thrill of potentially getting caught that made me do it.

I would also find it extremely thrilling when I “smoked” (Mind you I took a long time to figure out smoking didn’t mean keepin the smoke in my mouth and puffing it out) at the back of shops in my school uniform, anticipating the worst if I was to be caught. I can get a pack of cigarettes and smoke around my housing area with a weird sense of excitement. (I don’t do it anymore though, the smoking thing)

Other stupidly fun things which I would do can include puncturing the tires of teacher’s cars whom I disliked tremendously. I would puncture them, and smile sadistically from my class when they stared at their cars blankly. Ah….what other stupid things …..

OH yES!! You mustn’t forget the fun you get when your mom tells you that you’re not allowed to cross the street when you’re 10. It’s silly, but somehow I smile when I recollect such actions of, to be threatheningly honest, stewwwwwwwwwwwwwwpid~!

Nowdays, not many things can be done to invoke such an inexplainable sense of excitement into me. I can skip classes and nobody would give a hell. I can smoke right in front of my campus and nobody would care. (Again, I repeat, I don’t smoke anymore). I lost the thrill in puncturing teacher’s tires, so I never cared to puncture my lecturer’s cars. Anyway, the only lecturers I can’t stand are international lecturers, who deliver their lectures like goats teaching a monkey how to croak. IRONICALLY, these lecturers……..walk to class….IN SHORT APEK PANTS!!!

The last time I checked, lecturers are supposed to be like pretty well to do and drive moderately good cars. The best of the crop would be driving a ……Proton Perdana. Ewblech!! The worst of the lot (okay aside walking), a rickety 1300CC Nissan Sunny. Now the car, is a good car.

But this guy…..drives one which can’t even chug around campus without gathering at LEAST 32 awkward stares from visitors. For the love of anything practical, at least paint the poor Sunny. Paint it bright yellow, or shocking green or whatever. Don’t leave the poor fellow in ……….faded blue with patches of rust all around, and 3 rims with rim covers (Oh fishballs and mongooses…) and one ……without, thus exposing the ugly ass flat black rim.

So yeah, I don’t care about scratching or puncturing lecturer’s cars. Then now, I’m allowed to cross ANY ROAD IN THE WORLD!! Even the interstate road I’m allowed to cross!!! I can’t scurry across anymore with my 32KG bag slung on my back while I look like a camel running on two feet and the other two feet, struggling to keep myself from falling backwards and staring into the air like an upturned turtle with algae stuck between it’s teeth!! (now imagine how your lil bro looks like doing that…..)

HOWEVER……………………….

I recently found out there still are things that you can do that provides such thrills…..
It includes…..

Simple photo?

There’s actually a video, but I’ll only send it to people who request for it. If you can’t figure out howda contact me, that means I AIN’T gonna send it to yah. Hehehehe……

Adeline’s left to Australia. She’ll be in Melbourne, I think…she’ll be attending one of the top universities in Australia, UNSW. It’s not “Ultra Naked School For Women” (DO NOT IMAGINE!) or “Unusually Nitpicky Silly Women” (well it could….), but rather University of New South Wales.

At first it was a “IFFY” question on whether or not I should send her off. I mean, we’re pretty damnned far away. However, when I heard that all of her close friends weren’t going to send her off (transport problems, 4AM….not easy), it was a clear bloody clear, cut decision. We had to go. There was NO way I was gonna let my friend leave without ANY friends seeing her goodbye!!

It’d be SOOOOOOOO bloomin sad alright to leave the country, with only your family seeing you farewell. Not that the family’s anywhere near bad, but it’s always better when there’s more people. We saw her sending her bag for weighing and the lady wanted them to pay RM250+- for a 3KG excess of luggage, which was in the clearest terms, utterly ridiculious. People carryin like 5KG+ of luggage don’t gotta be payin more. Crazy woman at the counter.

A lil confusion here and there….but everything was settled in due time. We had breakfast and then watched while she prepped herself to leave. OOhh, creepy….she had eyes of dams. Broken dams I mean. It was like “KaboosH!” and wham!! All the tears came rushing out like it hadn’t rushed for a couple of thousand centuries ow….

NOW, it’s always hard when you see your friend cry. It ain’t easy for you cuz you donno what you’re gonna say to make her feel better. It also ain’t nice to look at because they usually end up looking like onions that had their insides chopped into black pepper sauce. It’s worst, when you end up feelin like you is gonna cry. BAH!! Okay, just a layer……..but that was it. She gave us this greeting thingie…

Means nothing to you, but the contents mean a lot to me. Okie adeline, see you soon adeline! It ain’t bye bye, it never is gonna be bye bye! NEVER! Study hard!!