Bell End

Hi, I did not make this picture, as in take a photo of it and edit it in photoshop or whatsoever. But for the sake of whatnot, I am a very artsy Gitsy person. I adore arts, so althought I lack that skill and talent of picture taking and everything else that is related to art, I would like to show that I love art.


Look at this picture and tell me how this can be not Art. It's a robot with a weird legging with realy short arms and eyes that says 71 and 63. How nice it is for it to decorate my blog, because certainly I believe that my blog does not portray what I would really exactly like for it to
portray. However by uploading this graphic to my blog, I certainly have achieved my goal.


I am supposed to write about new year, yeah new year. How arrogant is that writing about new year. It's like writing about tomorrow, except it involves less timing period like days and all that. Well yeah my Christmas is fucked, I found out that Santa is not real, I mean all those years of believing someone with a big fat belly joyfully Ho Ho Hoing at the chimney. Who the fuck laughs "Ho Ho Ho"? Shitey Bitey Cunt that bloke.


I often take picture of meself in a weird angle and random background with a really Londonlike clothing. So I can show to people that I have good sense of fashion yeah? and I am very Avant Garde or sort of like yeah? That I still respect the current situation and tend to create something different that will mirror my made beliefe political belief and view of religion that will at last in the eventuality to dispise the grotesque practice of the government that does not concern me at all yeah? And I plan to put yeah in every end of my sentence yeah? It sounds Bri'ish yeah?


Fuck off 2008 !!!!
and
Your MOM!!!

Whoo Whoo Whoo Whoop

Well if you been hearing that I am not taking internship, the semester where we actually pay to work instead of the other way around then you are wrong!

My awasomelocious office

Where this is my workspace, I am in charge of writing copyright for advertisements (duh, rolling eye) yeah I am a PR students, but I am a piece of gold everywhere I go. I forgot, did you read the newspaper today? Pick any newspaper, I wrote all the articles, printed it and delivered it to your mom!

Meoww, you've got mail master

That is my Personal Assistant, she assist me in job that requires, hand and blow. Somtimes she makes me coffee, black and thick. She a Harvard Graduate and she crawling to give me a mail. Told you mang, don't matter where you go for college, it's what's inside your head counts. Her name is Nancy by the way.

This is for today, I can't tell you all, you prolly will be jealous and kill yourself. Can't have that shit in my life, told you mang no wife and kids, but you did not listen.

Yes We Can!

These are what Indonesian kids said about Obama

Baby You Can('t) Drive My Car

The bonus stage of Street Figther

I was on the left

Badabeep Badaboop

First Impact

The story is, I was sleeping on the right side of the back seat and when I opened my eyes, car had already turned out of control. It span like a snake for couple of times and badabeep badaboop badabeep hit my head to the windows, pulled my neck muscle and I was fucking lucky to be alive.

Thanks to Afiq's dad and Afiq for helpins us out

Gutten Lachen

Wishing everyone a very good luck for the upcoming project. A Gift You Can Afford Eh?

Was messing around with my really amateur photoshop skill...This one is called "What Atlas Should Be", of course this is just for fun, because it is....

Sabai Sabai

That's me

The Theatre back in those days

Balloons or Balls On Water

This is where I thought my bro works at

Old buildings are cool....

This is to show that I can use a camera

So I am back in Singapore, so what? It's not that you've been there,you are so god damn poor that you can't even afford the RM 32 bus fare. Anyway, my trip this time was another quest, but without King James the whatever number I put on my blog last time and The Noble Shakamonah of the Great Port DICKson shore.

The Before "That Subject That Involves Numbers"

My Mom wanted me to go to do this yearly medical check up I usually do in Singapore so she booked the flight to KL then off we go to Singapore....simple huh?

The "That Subject That Involves Numbers"

Me and me Dad arrived fist at Malaysia, when he got into my room he saw my Chivas and Marlboro butts lying all over the place. Well he knows I smoke and must be really tired of advising me not to, so he decided to just say "Well look at that!!!! (you son of your mom!)" . The next day my Mom arrived and we bought the bus ticket to Singapore, this time nothing happened at the immigration check point. No smuggling Cigarettes or whatsoeverly or notwhat or issit whatnot?

Cheeky Daddy

Anyway I'll just skip the boring part where I went to the hospital because me doctor is kinda old now and it's amazing how he still remember me. Well I however happened to help him a lot writing his research about some disease.

Food Thai Style

Lunch time without me

Mom and Dad and the buildings he built

Dad and Mom at our House Garden

Fish Pond

SKIP!

Bro walking back and this was shot from behind!!!!!!

After The Gaffers and his Lady left, I spent some days with my bro. He lives in a very small room, prolly 3 times smaller than mine right now and hey it's Singapore! So anyway nothing interesting here beside he lives with a Japanese Brazilian and a Colombians who Tony Montana the political refugee from Cuba hates so much that he decided to let the Colombians to cut his friend's arm and now the leg huh?

And The Story Goes...

I left my bro rotten alone in his small room to stay in my best and very old friend's place. I had 4 more days to kill in Singapore and wondered what can I really do in this God forsaken Island? apparently there are a lot of thing to do, that is if you are not really up to shopping. Anyway my friend and I decided to go to Temasek Holdings. We decided to play with the stock market, so we was out there to check out the share at Temasek Holdings, see if things really hold and all that.

The famous Temasek Holdings

Well actually, playing with stock market was not that all boring. It involves two way communication and no singing at all. The night however, we went to Thai Dico....well so is the next two nights. It is located at somewhere at 7th floor.This club closes at 6 am and they don't really have good bands to entertain you, anyway when you are drunk even Panic at The Disco can sound really cool. Anyway smoking in the club is also banned in Singapore, it appears that as the country develop, so is the price of the cigarettes and that adds to the limitation of smoking.

Guys at Thai Disco

I know the bouncer but he doesn't know me

Sleeping

Anyway, I also met my Medanese friend who is in training for SIA. Me and me friend took her to this cool bar where he made me really drunk and can't stop talking. Anyway he ordered me these cool drinks one called Wizard of Oz and the other one called I am Too Drunk To Even Remember Your Fucking Name. This Guy Gave me instruction on how to drink...Jesus Chryst, a fucking instruction on how to drink???

She from medan and She not for you Mang! You hear me? She not for you!!

So first of all I am going to Burn this lemon tea, when it drops to that other lemon tea, I am going to turn it upside down after that there's gonna be smoke coming out, now I want you to inhale that smoke three times. After that you drink it, do it like this...put the cup near your mouth and tilt it up....wokeh

Pure water, melon syrup and lemon tea will surely get you on the floor.

This what you see when you high

Aftermath is, I went back KL.

Cai Cien Wo Di Ai Ren

Say, my Uncle came back from UK and brought me three football jerseys. However knowing that he tought that I am an average stupid medan human being, he bought me:

1. kirstino ronald namcheester untited original's jersey
2. Portugal jersey
3. England jersey

Ok...England is good, the rest can go to orphanage. Ok my dear uncle, you added me on friendster, obviously you've seen Steven Gerrard's picture on my profile somewhere down there, now why would you buy me a fucking manchester united's shitbag. That is like the biggest insult since my dad bought me a manchester united's short.

I'll be back in like a week, honestly speaking. I don't like living in KL so much, not the fact that I am lonely over there, but rather it's just so fucking boring over there. I had my holiday here, my friends have already work, one of them can buy his own motorcycle and I can't even buy my own Marlboro. Now that is a slap to my right and left cheek, well the left one is not because I am Christian. And hey, I laughed when I watched F*R*I*E*N*D*S, I lost my sense of humour big time.

Now all I do there (like most of indonesians) is just pure non-educational, despise the fact that I haven't failed any subjects, nothing to be proud of, but I can see me going down so hard one day. Now I realized that I have taken the wrong major, not suppose to take mass comm at all (the fact that my parents were really rushing me to go to college and I thought they have broadacasting in taylor's, damn dumb of me eh?), after this I want to take cinematography, but well yeah it's to fucking expensive and I am really sick of studying overseas.

Now I am planning to be Mr. Not-so-rich-guy-who-earns-enough-just-to-survive-the-day in medan and gonna be a fucking-cheapskate-low-budget-I-think-I-can-make-a-movie film maker and end up with average looking wife or maybe fat.