Ouch, Thaipusam

I guess Thaipusam is the only time of the year that some Indians understand how does those rockers feel like when they get their nose/toungue/nipple/ballsack pierced. I only know that they get huge iron rods right through their bodies and carry this huge thingy called uh... damn, I had that word in my head... Oh yeah, kavadi (sorry for the spelling mistake, if I am wrong). Gotta give them their props man, I scream when a freakin' needle comes near me. It's better than Ali screaming his head off 'cause of a cockroach that another dude was playing with at Faisal's house party after the finals. Hahahahaa... Anyway, the road that I usually take back home, is unfortunately laden with stalls and stands and stuff like that. Why? There is a blimey Indian temple on the other side of the road. The way that they put the stalls and stands, reminded me a lot of NFS: MW's Pursuit Breakers that you, the racer, would crash into and making something collapse (or not) and stop the pursuit of the cops. Had this nagging thought of ramming into one but gotta show some respect man. I don't fancy the idea of them sticking one of those huge iron rods to a place where the sun don't shine. Believe me, I've done enemas before, and it ain't pretty. Not one bit. I won't get into detail, I know your imagination is more than sufficient to figure it all put. So, Happy Thaipusam and peace out y'all!

A Reflection of Past Questions

Back when I was in high school, the view of teachers were... how can I say, not all that fucking good. I'm sure, whether you're a chink, nigga or anything in between, you'd know what I'm talking about. For odd reasons, deep and odd "What if..." questions pop up at the oddest time, especially on the "throne". You know what I'm talking about. One of it was the subject of teachers these days. We all have our fair share of lazy teachers, the ones who let us play around in class, light-hearted teachers, the ones who seem to have some way of teaching us in a humorous manner, respectable teachers, who display an aura that we can't shake off and look up to them and the fucking assholes of the scumpond, the ones we wish to burn their car and families every single day. Unfortunately the teachers these days come in abundance in the form of that last category. I mean, looking back into the past, teachers were like, "Woah". The sifus and senseis and all that jazz. Really respected people. The word "teacher" was used in religious text, I believe, to refer to 'ol Christ, if I am not mistaken. I'm not just talking about the significance of the word, but the significance of the profession. However, from the way I see it, in the past, being a teacher is more than just another means of getting laid, I mean, paid. It was a position that even the greatest kings seek counsel from. Teachers of ANY field in the past, were respected and people often seek counsel from them. Ranging from Zen masters all the way to that bearded Shaolin dude that teaches you how to fly by just flailing your legs in the air, from philosophers that conclude that it is best to start worrying about the present and not the future nor the past to the weavers that make such excellent cloth for all, they were all worthy of the title "teacher" and they actually walk the walk. Teachers these days... *phew* Corrupted bastards, giving the word teacher a bad name. Teachers were the ones that taught people how to be a proper human and be useful towards society. Teachers these days, hah... I doubt they even know what they're teaching. Sure you've got your god damn degree. You don't need to boast about it. I know you know a lot more than I do. No need to act as though a shotgun's up your arse. It's only a piece of paper that makes them who they are. Real teachers... they don't need no god damn degree. Whatever knowledge, experience that they have, that's more than that freakin' piece of degree that so-called teachers have these days. Those dudes in schools these days should be labelled as educators, not teachers. They educate us about the sciences and arts, and hardly do any justice in the moral section with that ludricous P. Moral that 'ol Hishamuddin seems to think works. Sure it's practically a free "A1" in SPM, any murderer or sociopath can get that as well. Moral is more than just words and paper, it's a sophisticated protocol in the human mind that leads us the right way. You gotta shape it through actual communication, like religious teachers do, they talk about it, not make you read "Christianity/Buddhism/Islam for Dummies".

So, "teachers" of the modern world and the education system of today...

I got only TWO WORDS for you...

FUCK YOU

Freakin' SOBS!

Those sons of bitches! I have had it up to here! I swear that those bastards are out to get me! This morning after gym, I took the usual route back home, going the opposite side of the road of Fair Park. Loads of buses pass by that area 'cause there are schools nearby. School buses, commercial buses, the usual bunch. There are some days that I get caught somewhere near the exhaust of the damned behemoth and get my remaining lifespan docked a few years. Today was the straw that broke the camel's back. Those freakin sonnovabitches... pandai-pandai go slow and then force me at a speed and position that I get full blast of the bloody things "anus vapour". There was so much space in front of them, 2 cars be exact, in front of me, bumper to bumper, they could've speeded ahead and let me cut them to avoid the smoke or some shit. But nooo... They want me to die of second-hand smoke! You bloody bastards and bitches! ROT IN HELL!!! Arrrghhh!!!!

And thus concludes my lunacy for today. Peace out y'all!