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Labels: Lame and lamer., Opinion and debate.

The adventures of the scumbags persist.

Three ''dress up'' adolescent boys stood in front of the line, the bouncer sat behind his table casually with his hand loosely hung upon the table, asking for age identifications.

''Only asking for a bribe, scavenging from the naive'' I thought.

We walk right in ignoring that ''fancy security guard''. I took one look around, that place never changes, I had been here before, the sign above the entrance may sound different, but the seats, the bar, the podium, even the DJ booth all similar like how it was before.

''Lets get a drink'' I told my accomplice as we walk to the bar.

''What BOOM* BOOM *BOOM want BOOOOM?!!'' said the bar lady.

With so much bass pumping in that place, there is no way to initiate a proper conversation, so I point to the fridge where their Heineken are stored and stick up two fingers with my right hand. She point to the bar tender next to her, a foreigner. He passes us the two beers while the lady passes us the bill, RM54.80! We were playing it cool to have not inquire about the overpricing, so we paid and walk away from the bar.

Scout around, trying to find seats with bird eyes view; it was an eerie feeling for such a noisy place to have so little patrons, the place is virtually empty unless you consider the two underage imbeciles dancing on the podium by themselves.

We walk on as I pour the beer down my throat, the bass pumps every drop of the beverage back up from my esophagus; some hard gulping later, it settles in, polluting the harmony in it. We stop and leaned against the bar, accompany by the privacy of our thoughts and intrusion of the bass.

As the clock ticks, more began to wither inwards.

Scanty dressed ladies (which I suspect are whores from china), old man in the mid 50s, school children in their most innocent of age, and least not forget the scumbags whom differ so much from us, they began to swamp in packs. It was still so spacious, but yet some old scumbags manage to rub shoulders with me.

''Among all things I did tonight, only one that I enjoyed myself doing, staring happily at how unhappy others can be.'' My mind seems to waved, either by the influence of alcohol, or the lack of stimulant at that place.

Nature calls, I went to the toilet, a six foot Chinese male with a strap bag walks out of the toilet, I do my business and he walks back right in. ''This dude either has a very bad bladder, or he is up to something''I thought to myself

Without doubt, he reaches to his bag for something and passes it to a patron behind him. It seems although he had purposely, deliberately let me see him do so, so if I would ever go down to his standard I knew what or who to look for.

Alcohol was never this boring.

We finish our beer and are to leave. As we walk to our parked car we saw four ladies in their varied leopard patented pants and newly perm hair, identically complimenting on how good each others hair look.

No doubt if we would have stayed any longer we would most probably hooked up these MILFs, perhaps a threesome even, (there are four of them and only two of us). We walk off; for all we know those ''auntie'' could be some egoistic scumbags' wives.

''No time to engage in squander issue.'' We then get onto the car and drove off.

As we traveled away, my heart screams ''YAAHOOOO'' in the most squeamish voice. Another proved by myself, condescending among them that I am good and they are not.

Labels: Choice and Lifestyle, Lame and lamer.

So, how many of us have claim to be ''open minded'', ''modern'' or even ''literate'', but when it comes to joke about others' sexual orientation we become what our fore father is, we became, close minded, conservative, and insolently dumb. It happens with just the mere subtlety of your consciousness, but if you catch that you will know what I mean.

''You are a gay, man! dressing like that''

''How are you and your boy friend getting along today?''

Though I am not a homosexual, but I feel for them, the underdogs always have to suffer when we ''normal'' people starts generalizing them as abnormal or sick. Religion does it, government does it, and the masses always do it.

I have developed a systematic believes which claim ''straight'' men whom are the most homophobic has more tendency to be gay. Here is my reason why.

When a normal straight man is being accused of being a homosexual, he will probably think.

''I know I am not and I am pretty comfortable with my sexual orientation, so no fret.''

But if a homophobic person is being accused of being gay, he will thinks.

''No way, I am gay, you can't call me gay! What if I am gay that will be fuck up…maybe I am gay.''

Those who are comfortable with the orientation will just take it as a joke, knowing how ridiculous it is; while those who are ''homophobic'' will sweat about it knowing there is some truth in the accusation. They are just afraid that others might be just right.

If you don't believe me here is a simple test.

Watch a Gay porn.

If you feel nothing, so continues with life.

If you feel some slightly tingling on your down there, then congratulation you've just found out one more thing about yourself.

I bet most of you ''straight'' don't dare to watch it, you will think to yourself, what if I get erected, arouse and becomes a man lover? I understand that, therefore I conclude that we all have some gayness in us, but for most of us, we just keep it to ourselves (which occasionally we will illustrate it by playing with ourselves). So stop spreading your gayness you gay manifesto propelling dragon.

P.S. if you have some tingling feeling on your stomach seeing that picture, you may very well be gay.

Labels: Opinion and debate.

''We no longer challenge lions for food and with the lit of electricity the night is not as dark as how it use to be, we can see clearly now, yet we are still hungry to be scare, to be afraid of the unknown and each time science reject an unexplainable phenomena we are only get evermore depress and became one step duller''

My friend invited me along to catch a movie, a ghost movie, 1408 starring John Cusack and Samuel L Jackson, though I have never fathom the reasons of a horror flick, nor have I had any emotional liking of it, I follow them.

A painful breeze (blizzard) of 90 plus minutes later I come to dire a conclusion toward all horror movies.

I never have like them, and never will.

''Ghost is just an impressionable implementation of a person with a vivid imagination.''

But that's perhaps is not the most important lesson I have learned after. The most important lesson is how depressing it was to have watched such a movie with my bunch of dude. It spoils the whole reason of such existence of this genre in film.

Horror flick should be watch with chick friends, if possible intimate one. Man don't need to see the screen to get scare/aroused/stimulated, but to look at your surroundings knowing some females are, thus they will clenched to your arms and lean to your chest. That's really the whole point or intention of a horror flick, not to make men jumpy, but to make women jumpy so we the men are closer in getting laid.

But still I have come to this conclusion too late, and my window of getting laid shut closer.

Anyway my bottom line is, if you ever want to watch any ghost story (especially by Stephen Kings, make sure you bring a girl you are attracted to along, if not just wait for the release on DVD or Bluray. Ghost can wait, life can't.

''Like ancient knights slaying dragons, modern men all want to try conquering this threshold, their minds lie that LDR works, but unfortunately it doesn't. At least none of the LDR couples I know lasted.''-Mcass

LDR is number one cause of heart breaks; you may claim that unfaithfulness or lack of communication is, but everything started from LDR, the syndrome of distancing. I have seen how the most Lovey-Dovey couples turn into scornful exes, or how a heaven made couple splits by the cause of it.

But before we go into why LDR doesn't works, let's take a look at why LDR exist.

Unforeseen circumstance always pops up, for some it's because of works, for some is to further their studies, some might have nationality issue, or maybe some have money issue. But what destroys a LDR isn't any of these ''circumstance'' but the commitment of the participant. They can always blame, but if they are to think properly, they are always given a choice beforehand, to follow or stay, to stay or to go away.

It pains me to see that many of them ''tried'' and failed miserably. They should have break up from point one.

I can hear someone asking ''but, can't they have worked something out?''

Working out a long distance relationship is like a 20years old virgin widow keeping her chastityto join her dead husband in the after life, it simply wouldn't work out.

I have my own reason for my skepticism, here is why:-

-Lack of touch, in other words lack of sex, hormones raging males would eventually look elsewhere, while slut will get seduced by other man.

-Not being there, sometimes knowing that he/she is nearby is good enough, who wants a boyfriend who couldn't help when your car got busted, who needs a 2000miles away pussy.

-Frigging Phone bills, no matter how much you called, it won't make up for the real thing. The more you call only makes the emptier you feel.

-Secrecy, What ever you did could easily be lie and covered up, which to an "adulterous beings" it's a good thing.

-Alone, eventually we got so used of being alone, we eventually end up alone.

That's all I could think of now, but if you have more, feel free to add in the comment page.

''So my advice to all LDRee out there, just save everybody's a tears bucket, and break the fuck up.''-mcass

Labels: Opinion and debate.

The diary of a scumbag continues...

Light deprived and dark, with just a disco ball hanging on the roof to illuminate the whole hall of that place; it was one a.m. in the morning. Whilst most of the hawkers are closing, in come swarms of faceless-curvy-skimpy-cloth ladies into the scene, they are walking around with bags hanging loosely on their wrist. Simultaneous, the family oriented food court has become a full fletch whorehouse.

They have an ingenious mask, they appear to be selling something; holding on to pile of packets of seeds' snacks on their hand, walking around tables upon tables looking for interested male patron.

''Everything here is so metaphorically; I can use the material to publish a book. Seeds, watermelon, ladies, all sound so fun. Sex is in the air, can you smell it?'' I think to myself. (read more)