Gorno

What is this fascination with gore that we all, whether we admit it or not, have?

What's with our obsession with observing people's plight, while condemning it verbally or mentally as if assuring ourselves that we're not as sick as these people?

Are we, though?

If we're not, why then do we post these videos on Facebook? Why do we forward those e-mails? Why do we read the court reports?

I myself am not a gorno virgin but, to continue the sexual analogy, I'm more of the high school senior, who had sex a couple of times and probably did very bad at it.

The peak of my gorno experience is that snuff video of the three Ukrainian boys killing the homeless dude. Not an experience I would like to repeat, mind you. And there I go, assuring people and myself that I'm not as sick as these people.

What is it with this sickness?

One Sentence Blog

Doesn't being hostile towards racists mean you're being prejudiced too?

FuckyouworldImawesome

That's actually the name of the latest playlist I made. I got inspired to compile this after taking one too many stabs at one of the things I secretly am sensitive about.


Now, I suspect I'm very easily affected by music and maybe I am but seriously, after a week or two listening largely to this playlist, I can honestly say I've never felt this good about myself ever since I hit puberty. Hell, ever since I entered high school, I'd say. I feel like sharing this.



The spearhead of this playlist and, indeed, its avatar must be Beautiful by Christina Aguilera. Other songs sing of saying no more or standing up for who you are/what you believe in or believing that, in the words of Bon Jovi, "Yeah, I'm down but I know I'll get by." Or at least that's my interpretation of some of the songs that don't seem to fit this category.

So, here goes:

Ten Things You Know About Me

You know what's overrated? # Things You Don't Know About Me. It's everywhere: tv, blogospheres, youtube, facebook, hell, I even saw a rendition of it on Twitter! What is up with that?

Another thing I wanted to blog about but kept on procrastinating is the hatred I have towards the phrase "I know you, Johan."

Well, hatred is not the right word. It's somewhere between amused and annoyed. That's right, I'm ammoyed. Every once in a while, often enough for me not to be caught unguarded, I'd surprise myself. I'd surprise myself with my brilliance, my idiocy, my kindness, my perversion, my misanthropy, my hippiness... Basically, anything.

I do not know myself a hundred percent.

What right have you to say you know me?

My mom just found out that I'm somewhat averse to tom yam. My mom of 24 years and I'm a Momma's Boy, if there ever was one.

Again, what right?

I'm somewhat private. I divide my life into categories and everyone fits nicely into their own categories. Some might belong in more than one group, if they're lucky. Hell, two out of my three housemates don't even know I've been attending the gym for the last, what? 4, 5 months? Though, I think they have a vague idea about it.

I have friends whom I do silly stuff with. I have friends with whom I argue philosophical points of views about everything. I have friends to go watch stupid movies together. I sound like I have a lot of friends. I don't. I have very few friends, comparatively.

So... yeah... Things You Don't Know About Me. It's such a tired concept, isn't it? And vain too. Like people want to know about your nasty no-longer-secret fetish with strawberry jam.

I say, let's start a new thing. Start posting Things You Know About Me.

There's only one Rule:

• Nothing obvious physically as in I have a nose! I've got a penis!

You see how I made the Rule so ominous and daunting by using a capital letter?  The Rule! You see, you can't use all capital letters, like RULE, because that just seems retarded and uncouth because you're randomly shouting a word. No, just the first letter would do nicely. Write that down.

So, we segue back into my Ten Things You Know About Me. See there? It's all daunty and ominousy now.

Ten Things You Know About Me
1. I think people view me as vaguely Muslim. Their interpretation, not mine. Also, the word vague sounds so dirty to me right now.

2. I've declared myself to be not a homosexual, not a heterosexual. I'm an autosexual. I think I'm vain enough to want to tap that, meaning myself.

3. I'm quite generous when it comes to money and people I consider as my friends. I probably won't ask for that tenner you borrowed unless I am really desperate.

4. I'm a dork. Geek. Nerd. I could play computer games all day and read fantasy and know quite a bit about computer stuff. See, I'm so generous that I gave you 7 in one.

5. I don't party. Mainly because I don't know how to dance and I find clubbers look silly when they dance. Also, refer to point 4.

6. I do not actually abhor sports, though I say so. I can watch and comment on most sporting events. What I abhor are those really, really fanatic fans.

7. I'm very easily irritated. If you see me giving a fake smile, I'm irritated. If I do not answer you straight away, I'm irritated. If you smell, I'm irritated.

8. I'm in infatuation with the Link girls. I find them adorable to the point of giggling uncontrollably like a little school girl.

9. I'm in love with music. I have different playlists for different moods. Hell, if something pisses me off while I'm listening to my walkman, I actually take the time to change the playlist to my angry playlist.

10. I think people think I'm confident.

So, yeah. Ten things you know about me. Nothing new, right? So, Pikachu, I tag you. Do it.

P.S.: Oh, and if you decide to do this in your blog/facebook account/twitter/anywhere, leave a link in the comment.
P.P.S: It would really make my year if somebody would buy this for me.

Hikayat Merong Mahawangsa

This fills me with great hopes for the Malaysian movie scene. But I just now they're gonna get dashed. Prove me wrong, KRU.

Anybody has any info about this movie? Comment!

Rant?

I haven't ranted in a long, long time. Time to break the rant-fast, I think.

Why do people reply with a smiley? I mean, I am neither for or against the usage of smileys. I do it myself to an auto-annoyance level.

And, yes, I do admit there are times when it is appropriate to use a single smiley as an answer:

Exhibit A
Dudette: Eh, how you walk around the house if they always Hunt Mouse with Electrical Traps?
Me: =.=

But when every random thing is answered with a smiley, often unrelated to the prior question/sentence, there's only one word that comes to mind: wtf?

Exhibit B
Dude: Bust a Move
Me: Mr Schue?
Dude: :P

Exhibit C
Me: Wah you going on a video streak, ah?
Dude: :)

Me in both instances: wtf?

Are you happy when I ask that? Are you so angry that I cracked where you got that quote that you stick out your tongue? What, man? What?

This rant is weak. I'm all out of shape, haih. I need to be bitter again.