Karma stands for Kome And Rip My Ass apart, indeed it's a bitch. Karma is a belief so well constructed by our fellow Indians. It's a concept when something bad happen, you got karma to blame on. Of course it all depends on good deeds and bad deeds, which is kinda ironic on the good deeds part (gonnae tell ye later on about that aye). For example:
One day you came out of the house, when you just got out from the door you step on a pile of shit. Karma is to blame, karma man....you should have look where you walk you idiot!
You got straight As for your final exam, thank karma for that. Well, if you did not study and you still got straight As then you can thank your fuckin karma.
Anyway, my story goes like this:
This morning, I called my girlfriend say that I wanna go to her place and chill then maybe go grab sumthin to eat.
"Hi hun, can I go to your place now?"
"Well, I promise my mom to go out with her. I might be back a bit late, I'll call you later to confrim then"
"Okay, see you!"
"Bye!"
Well, I went anyway. So I walked to the doorstep, there was this motorcycle parked outside. This is quite unusual I thought to meself. So I peek through the door, I saw her and a guy named budiman (budi means good deeds, hah!). They were like sitting next to each other, enjoying their breakfast and giggling happily so ever after. I stood there like a fool for 2 minutes, they did not realize I was there. I called her anyway, then she looked at me acting so awkwardly. The guy was looking more awkward and he was looking like as if I was gonna pull out a hand gun and say "You have insulted my inteligence!" and bang bang thru his small primate skull. I sat down across where they were sitting, sat there smiling so cool as if I am Don Corleone. She came to me, did not kiss me on the cheek nor hug me to show her respect as usual, she just sat beside me and was like talking nonsense. The guy moved to the kitchen, and after sitting beside me for about five minutes she went to the kitchen to the guy to spend like 15 fuckin minutes. Then I walked outside to have a smoke.
"You want me to fetch you to work?" I said
"Well, do you want to?"
"Of course, I am asking you"
"Okay sure, let me take shower first"
She went back inside the kitchen took her another fuckin 20 minutes then the guy came out and left. Then she asked me to come inside, I did. I sat there and then she only started to take shower. She finished her shower and we went inside my mom's car. She was sitting there saying nothing, so I asked
"YOU FUCKIN BITCH!!!, YOU SLUT!"
Nah, I did not say that.
"Aren't you suppose to say something?"
"What do you want me to say?"
"I don't know, you are suppose to say sumthin to me"
"Well, you just ask me then I will answer"
I asked her, what the hell is that guy doing there. It all comes to this, she said I can go out with my sister Naomi and Jennifer and she can't go out with this guy, budiman. I mean, in ideal world, Naomi is my sister and Jennifer has no affection towards me, but budiman likes her. Plus, she fuckin lie to me. The worst part is, the budiman guy is a class A La-La, Oh-la-la!.
They even play board games together, how sweet and romantic. She claimed that, he is just a friend lah! The guy kept on calling her in the car. Weird eh.
I am not angry nor sad, not emoing obviously. I mean, Jesus Chrysssstt I saw it coming. I am like feeling very confused right now.
I did say I wanna look like Michael Jackson you know, but not with a real nose!
Jenn and I went to play pool again and she beat me again and again, we ordered two big mugs of beer and chill there. I got an heart attack when I saw the bill, but I acted cool so I won't make a fool of myself infront of Jenn...after all I am her bitch. "It's not like that la Stupid!" 
Jenn's hands got slippery (she tried to unlock the car but could not do) after a good 'ol time with a rockabilly style in my parent's car. Never ever let Jenn drive a manual car! She can't even get it going foward....rich kid with a manual car? won't happen in million years.
Oi! I'm-a pirates-a! He's cool you know, looks quite dead to me tho... why din they used Ringo Starr? Then they would have to make Ringo play the drum in the movie, which is quite fancy...or maybe Rod Stewart can have a role.....he is a sailor, not pirates.
But, this is a better movie. Dog Day Afternoon, with Al Pacino, John Cazale, the guy who played "Fredo Corleone" and a tiny appereance from the guy who played the milnenium tv series, Lance Henriksen. The movie, based on true story, tho 70% dramatized due to the purpose of hollywoodnism, tells about a bank robbery. Highly recommended by me. It was 70's movie, however. 
Yeehaww! food, food and food and I am not getting any fatter. That's Medan's Wan Dan Mie (however you spell it). I don't know what's wrong with me you know, no matter how much I eat or how much I don't eat, my weight stays the same....awful 55 kg!
Ah, Dunkin Donuts at the airport. Reminds me of my best lad and me gal. We sat there waiting for me flight to KL. It was heartbreakin. 
My tiny living room, it's a camera trick you know. My dad made that bare-single-handedly, afterall he is Joseph The Carpenter, it goes like "I'm on the top of the world".
The empty fridge, nothing is inside the fridge and the fridge is inside nothin, hence the fridge contains nothing but emptiness.
My kitchen which has no food with the food not in the kitchen, hence the kitchen needs food and so is I.
This is like....sumthin, I mean I have no idea what's in my gaffer's head. He put that in the kitchen. 
My dad's home office.... nothin fancy.
It's a quiet place, nice for yer bloody british tea time or even ciggarettes time. Perfecto Imperiallo.
My amp, well actually my brother's amp
Bunch of broken guitars and guitar case
I dropped Jenn home, she walked out from my car and stood in front of the gate. *Kazaaammmmm Atoumatic gate. Jesus Chrysstttttt, I have to open the gate by myself in me hut. So I waited for her to go in, but the dad stared at me from the window at the second floor. I was damn scared la, you know almost pee in me pants. 
