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Rudeness and insult may flow in your blood
But it does not make you bold
However it brings you down as an ant
Which is exactly what you are in the worldYour rudeness does not touch me
For I will not allow such an insult to affect me
Because I am away above your class
As I was brought up with ethicsIt is a pity you were not cultured
And that is why you lack manners
Because you never had ethics
So you grew up rude in the worldMy answer is a golden silence
For my mouth cannot be base
Since I do not fall into your class
As I am above your rudeness and insults.

aku sedih hari kelima aku berpuasa, penuh dengan cubaan yang aku lalui.. Ya Allah Tuhanku! Ampunilah dosa ku. Tapi hati kecil ku terlalu sedih dengan keadaan ini.. all i need is strength dan kesabaran..

lemas ku dalam dakapan mutidak ku sangka kau begituinikah lumrah orang bercintatiada ruang nafasnya

lemas ku dalam pelukan mu

tidak ku perlu kau begitu

inikah ertinya bercinta

berikan ruang agarku selesa

memang dia orangnya, mula memangnya sempurna

tiada yang buruk darinya

bahagia sentiasa di rasa

tapi kini dah berubah

yang indah jadi derita

aku resah gelisah

yang tinggal hanyalah sakit dan peritnya

kini, aku mula sedari, apa yang telah terjadi

diriku dibebani bayangmu

tapi tu semua dulu, memang ku tidak mahu

teruskan percintaan ini bersamamu

lemas ku dalam dakapan mu

tidak ku sangka kau begitu

inikah lumrah orang bercinta

tiada ruang nafasnya

lemas ku dalam pelukan mu

tidak ku perlu kau begitu inikah ertinya bercintaberikan ruang agarku selesa

bukanku benci kepadamu

bukanku benci oh watakmu

percayalah kataku, aku rimas, aku lemas

bukanku benci cemburumu

bukanku benci kau ekoriku

percayalah kataku, aku rimas, aku lemas

kini, aku sedari, apa yang telah terjadi

diriku dibebani bayangmu

tapi tu semua dulu, memang ku tidak mahu

teruskan percintaan ini bersamamu

lemas ku dalam dakapan mu

tidak ku sangka kau begitu

inikah lumrah orang bercinta

tiada ruang nafasnya

lemas ku dalam pelukan mu

tidak ku perlu kau begitu

inikah ertinya bercinta

berikan ruang agarku selesa

katakan apa yang harus aku lakukan

agar kau mengerti

Oh oh oh oh oh ohhhh

lemas ku dalam dakapan mu

tidak ku sangka kau begitu

inikah lumrah orang bercinta

tiada ruang nafasnya

lemas ku dalam pelukan mu

tidak ku perlu kau begitu

inikah ertinya bercinta

berikan ruang agarku selesa

More remarkably, she may have been ad-libbing much of the speech due to a problematic teleprompter. Some sources claim there was no problem, while others are claiming the operator may have been inexperienced with a new machine. In any case, her delivery was exceptional and undeniably historic, as the first woman to be the Vice Presidential nominee for the Republican party.

She was poised and spoke as a true American, one who will be able truly lead reform in Washington. Any doubt that I had regarding her ability to rally people behind her, and lead a cause was erased with last night's powerful speech.

From her remarks on special needs children, to her understanding of the global dangers facing us today, Sarah Palin will undoubtedly serve America first. I especially enjoyed the jabs at the inexperienced Presidential nominee and his bloviating side kick.

John McCain did well to pick her as his Veep, no matter how "last minute". Captain Leadbottom can look forward to supporting a Republican ticket once more.

Enjoy the video!

The truth of the matter is, we're supposed to be good, kind, respectful people. If everyone was, this world would be a lot better . . . maybe. Maybe just more polite. Whatever. THe point is, though, everyone, once in a while, isn't that good, kind, respectful people. Sure, when someone makes you angry, you could release that emotion in the easy way by shouting profanities, or making lewd gestures, or hitting them. While writing a letter to the editor may not be on the top of the list anymore, it is a good way to rip someone to itty-bitty bits in a highly public way. Plus, apparently, if you do it really well, you can get published as literature.

[Letter from "a Jew Broker"] is an untitled letter to the Independent Gazetteer in March of 1784, and is attributed to Haym Salomon, a Jewish banker who was pro-American in the American Revolutionary War. The person to whom it was directed at, Miers Fisher, was a Pennsylvanian Quaker who was pro-Tory and attempting to get the government to allow him to create a new bank, citing the reason that "Jewish" bankers were gouging interest rates and damaging the economy for their own greed. What Salomon supposedly wrote in response is one of the most visciously pointed and charged letter I've ever read without resorting to profanities. The first several paragraphs basically consist of the writer explaining that Fisher is scum so low in public opinion that even were he to save the world he would be despised; in addition, he is so vile that bodily excriment mixed with dirt and poison would be more palatable than him.

An Excerpt:

You shall yet repent, even in sackcloth and ashes, for the fowl language in which you have expressed yourself. And even the interposition of some well-meaning but mistaken Whigs who, I am sorry to think, have joined you,  "nor even the sacred shield of cowardice may protect you," from your transgressions. Who knows but the beams of that very denomination whom you have traduced may, on one day, perhaps not very remote, warm you into the most abject servility, and make you penitentially solemnize what you have done?

(This quote is taken from Jewish American Literature: A Norton Anthology, copyright 2001. You can find it on Google Books here)

I don't know about you, but I hope the next time someone gets pissed off at me, they spin a twenty sentence metaphor about how I am more useless for the good of society than an actual contraption designed to be utterly useless.

Lets go back to 2000 once:

I did my engineering in Chennai. In 2000 when I landed in Chennai for counseling, we stayed in uncles house which is in Anna Nagar

I got seat in Raja Lakshmi Engg college (In our words REC) and shifted to hostel but due to food problem uncle asked me to come back home as i lost almost 3 kgs in a weeks time. But i hesitated to go there so he promised me that he will search a new room for me to stay. I got a room in one of my Uncle's friend's Srinivasan's house.

Mr. Srinivasan is a very strict person and Rtd ICF employe. One day he introduced me to his relatives who stays near to that house. I met a girl who is studying 7th standard. That time she looks like kiddoo and i hardly spoke to her not more than 5 times in 2 years time and after that i shifted to some other room

Coming back to present 2008 Aug:

After I attended the Visa Interview, i dont have any work to do so i thought lets go and give a sudden surprise to them. They use to stay in inside Teynampet which is changed alot now. I found thier room finally after 30 min search. when i rang the bell aunty came & she recognised me finally after 5min...

As soon as I entered in to their home which is completely changed now. I am actually looking for that girl but she is not there.  After 30min, she came to home from College (she is studying Eng 3rd year) as soon as i saw her i felt she looks so pretty & i can say LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT... she recognized me in 2 min and after that we had a chat for more than 2 hrs. I thought i fell in LOVE AGAIN. its almost 7.30 and I am getting late so i told them i am leaving now and will catch u tomorrow. After i entered into the car her brother came in to picture and said BAYYA BYE BYE & GET ME CHOCOLATES WHEN YOU ARE COMING TOMORROW which is completely shocked to me and her but what to do...if i got chance i will go and bang him like anything...

- BOBBY

People over here are still having serious trouble understanding me. And it is not just the accent. In fact, I think they might be getting used to it by now (time to move on then I guess). I think I gave my accent secrets away in I just loooove you accent! and Hear me roar. They can now understand my accent, but it doesn't seem to help them much. They are still having some serious problems with some of the words and phrases I use. So lets make it a bit easier for them and go through a few words and phrases they hear often out of this mouth of mine. And no, words like doos and donner will not be included. I limit those to President Bush and his Bush-babies.

throw my toys- You know when a baby gets all upset and throws their toys out the cot? Well, that's more or less how I use it. When someone start throwing words and accusations around after I pissed them off. You know, they throw their adult toys. Or when someone says something that really pisses me off. I generally tell them that I am not going to "throw my toys". I'll just blog about them. 

just now / now now - This sounds serious to most people. That it should really happen now. Like in right now. Hum... only problem is that we mean "now" in the true African sense of time. Somewhere between right now and within the next week... or so. It will be done and it will happen. The timing is just less of a sure thing. Except if it is a rugby (replace with soccer or cricket as you please) game and we are on our way over to watch. When we say "just now" or "now now" in that sense we mean "get the beer ready as we will be there 2 minutes before kick-off". We need the 2 minutes to have a quick toilet break before we take on the big game.

hold thumbs- I am surprised this one isn't universal. I really thought it was. When you "hold thumbs" you are hoping for the best. Like in "I really hope Mugabe chokes on a chicken bone. Ah, I'll hold thumbs". It sometimes works. I did "hold thumbs" that McCain will pick a doos loser as running mate... and he did.

thumbsuck - One of the oldest forms of science and one I constantly apply. You need some quick facts to win an argument or support a really good point? Then just "thumbsuck" a fact or two. It does not have to be perfect. You just have to get it in the ballpark. Like in "Oh this will work, trust me. 84% of the consumers I spoke to believe that your product, the sweetened carbonated Brussels-sprout-and-meat juice, is so much better than Coke". What I left out was that the consumers I spoke to was one single person from the meat market. And he was 84% sure after I paid him to say so.

bush telegraph - The "bush telegraph" has nothing to do with President Bush and his knowledge of technology. It generally means the speed at which news travels in Africa - without radio, newspapers or television reporting. I remember being dropped off in Mdantsane in the 80's and everyone knew I was there before I entered the first house! (Mdantsane is the second largest township in South Africa.) The "bush telegraph" was also the backbone of how the ANC got messages through to everyone in South Africa in the days when they were still fighting Apartheid. The speed of the "bush telegraph" is impossible to quantify. Stephen Hawking has been baffled by the speed of the "bush telegraph" as he previously believed that nothing was faster than the speed of light. He was obviously wrong. MIT in Boston is currently working on how to capture the energy created by the "bush telegraph" as it is a clean energy (except for rumors) that can provide all the energy needs of the world. And then some. The "bush telegraph" is also believed to influence weather patterns and gravitation laws. The direction of a "bush telegraph" will determine the direction of the wind and rain while everything is naturally attracted to the "bush telegraph". A good "bush telegraph" can allow someone to levitate if all the messages are aimed at a single person.

cooldrink- No, it is not a drink that is cold. The drink is cold, but not defined by it's "coldness". It is not Ann Coulter. You call it soda's and we call it "cooldrinks". Soda is what some people of a lessor specie use as a mix with their whiskey. You call it a club soda. But you can have it outside the club and in your house? Doesn't make sense. A Coke is a "cooldrink" and not a soda. Fair enough, you can mix Coke with whiskey but it should ideally be left for Klippies. It's called the 1, 2, 3 of South Africa. 1 liter of brandy, 2 liters of Coke and a 3 liter Ford.

o / oh - If I have the number 0 in a telephone number or anything with numbers in it I pronounce it by making an "0" with my mouth. The sound that comes out is "o" or "oh". Not zero. We only use the letter "z" in Zimbabwean terms. Like in "Zambia is north of Zimbabwe" or "The Zimbabwean authorities are banning the white stripes found on the Zebra". When I say "o" or "oh" I am not acting surprised. If my telephone number starts with 508 then I am not surprised to find the number 0 after the five and therefore say "o here is another number, I wonder what it is doing here?" I mean "o / oh" like in 0. Get it?

I am sweet (shweet) - My standard response to "How are you?" Meaning "I am damn fine thank you". I felt I had to explain this after a few people tried to take a bite to check it out. My wife is not amused.

jam & jellie / jelly - Let's get this straight people. "Jam" is something you put on a sandwich (or sarmie as we call it). "Jellie / jelly" is what you call Jell-O - a gelatin-based dessert. Get with it people. Jell-O is a brand name and not the real thing. Moirs is the real thing. And what are you going to call Jelly Tots? From gelatin to guillotine if you get this wrong. Really. Don't mess with my favorite "jelly".

slipslops / Jesus takkies / takkies / tekkies - Not sneakers. "Takkies" or "tekkies" is something like a sneaker, but you can run in them, play tennis in them, play soccer and touch-rugby in them, go to classes with them, go to the bar with them, hunt in them, wear them to weddings (your own) and still look cool. Well, sort of anyway. They should ideally be North Star (Converse rip-off in South Africa) and have white sides at the bottom running right round the shoe. And they have to build up a fair smell within a day of wearing them. They do not go well with long socks and a safari suit. "Takkies" should not be confused with "Jesus takkies" though. "Jesus takkies" is the version of "takkies" they had in Biblical times. We still wear them today. The Germans are very fond of them. Especially with long socks. Leather sandals with the strips of leather running across the feet. You know, the "takkies" Jesus wore. And they must be made with leather. If not, then they most likely are "slipslops". Although, in fairness, "slipslops" are more like what you call flip-flops. And no, I do not mean McCain. He might have his foot in his mouth and flip-flop on politics, but you can't wear him. Not in a nice way in any case. The most popular brand of "slipslops" are Hang Ten. Again, this is no reference to McCain's position on torture or Guantanamo Bay.

bumper / bonnet / boot / petrol - You know, not only are the rules of the road different over here (wrong side of the road and a big cars for a big ego and a small... hum... you know), but they can't even get to grips with my superior knowledge on everything mechanical and automobile related. That thing in the front of your car that you use to bump other cars during roadrage and hang the deer from is called a "bumper". You open the "bonnet" of your car to check out the engine and fill up with good old Saudi oil. You open the "boot" at the back to take out your weapons arsenal and fill it up with groceries from McDonald's. You put "petrol" in your car and not gas. Gas is something you get from eating too much of that crap you put in you "boot".

yurruh / yissus / yussus- Souf Efrikan for "jeeze". Like in "Yurruh that McCain is a doos" or "Yissus that Bush is such a donner, he just needs a snot klap". Sorry, but how else can I explain it?

oom / tannie / antie- I really miss these words. I just can't call someone older than me "sir". It doesn't feel right. I feel all English and classy. Or like a Marine. Just not me. I really miss calling someone "antie" and "oom". It is a sign of respect. For older people. Like in "That oom McCain is a doos" or "Antie" Palin is a bloody right-wing racist gun-slinging fundamentalist who supports Big Oil". You know, show some respect.

mielie / naartjie / spanspek / avo - I never know what to ask for at the shops around here. Still have no clue what to ask for when I want a "naartjie" or "spanspek". Or where to find a "mielie" to shove it where the sun doesn't shine when they stare blankly at me when I ask them for an "avo".

Let me end with a combination of words I use around here but never had the chance to include them in one single string or sentences. I am again inspired by US Republican politics to make it more real.

gatvol / dinges / bleddie / poepol / sorrie / suss / what what / doos / full-on / moer / eina / sjoe / bra / lekker / sis / mullett / ou toppie / drol / how's your mind?  - Like in "Sorrie my bra, I have sussed him out and I am gatvol of that bleddie poepol McCain and his what what. Sjoe, I just want to moer him lekker full-on in his dinges till it's eina. Sis man, you mullett ou toppie McCain, how's your mind you drol?" Translated.. "I don't like McCain".

I hope that cleared up a few things and that we can now have an adult discussion. Soon everyone will be able to speak fluent Souf Efrikan.

I was out surfing WordPress for the reaction to the Sarah Palin presumptive nomination. I couldn't resist leaving a few intelligent comments on liberal blogs. In response, I learned a new word. It was the first time I've ever been called a "God-tard". That has got to be the epitome of a juvenile insult. I don't think this guy is going to make the debate team when he gets to high school.

I thought I wouldn't have to deal with pubescent brains until school starts next week. I was enjoying the break.

Facebook and MySpace block under-13s. It's a shame WordPress doesn't do the same.

Beaten and alone, a child dies. But Jesus cares.

One of the many outdoor events going on in Halifax was a public picnic at Citadel hill in downtown- it had some fancy PR name like the incredible picnic or something. There was a huge tent where local farmers sold their stuff- ice cream, sausages, home-made burgers, another tent with animals, a live band, and an aquarium with lobsters and crabs in it which the golden boy loved and wouldn't come away from. It was a lovely hot sunny day, perfect for a picnic. There were free samples of the sausages- and I tell you, I haven't tasted very many things better than home-made honey and garlic organic Nova Scotian sausages. I was ashamed of going round the tent, taking free samples more than once, but I couldn't help myself.

After that, we strolled down the waterfront, looking over at the sparkling blue ocean and the throngs of haligonians dressed up in their scanty summer finery. There is a large cement wave at the waterfront, the princess took off her sandals and began climbing up it, then sliding down, screaming with laughter. Her antics attracted other kids, and soon the wave was covered with kids, some of them not so small, scrambling up the steep cement slope on hands and knees, and then sliding down again.

One of the advantages of having a mother tongue other than English is that you can swear at English-speaking Canadians freely and with impunity. I remember as a little girl attending an English primary, I would call other little girls who were getting on my nerves a phart in farsi, laughing loudly at them, and then telling them it meant a beautiful flower. They knew it didn't.

 And so, on that lovely sunny halifax Sunday afternoon, my daughter and I happily called other huge rough boys who shoved and pushed and interrupted her slide on the wave "male donkey" and "male giant- get out of the way" in Farsi, secure in the knowledge they couldn't understand.

It was only later we noticed a small printed notice by the wave: "Do Not Climb."

I suppose the reason I should ignore it is because I can't do anything about it? This talk of just being happy in yourself is all well and good but again I come back to thinking if she had just called me a "stupid bitch" then I could feel angry and I could have taken action.
Perhaps it is my powerlessness at these insults which irks me most? Is that where my anger really comes from? Yes I am angry, that stupid bitch calling me names and getting away with it.

1) you are talking about someone and don’t realize that person is standing behind you.

The soloosh depends on how much detail you’ve gone into. If you were just saying something general like “You know who I really can’t stand? That Lester von Shottenberg the Third.” then you can get off the hook with a simple “Oh, you thought I was talking about you? I was talking about another Lester von Shottenberg the Third. What a douche bag!” Of course this is much more effective if your friends have common palendromic names like Anna or Bob or Otto.

Perhaps, you didn’t stop there, and went into more detail about your dislike for Lester von Shottenberg the Third. “Can you believe he tried to pass off some Australian swill as port? Everyone knows that the only acceptable port comes from the Douro Valley in the northern provinces of Portugal. What a poseur!”

The only way to get out of this is to step up the insults to a preposterous level and then turn around and exclaim “You got PUNK’D Bra!!” We advise you to be less annoying than Ashton Kutcher when doing so, lest you get into further awkwardness.

2) you part ways with someone, for example after getting off the elevator when leaving work, then realize you are both headed the same way.

The soloosh: Goodbyes are contractually binding statements and must be treated as such. After you have said goodbye, you can no longer speak to each other, and must treat your elevator companion as a leprotic David Hasselhoff eating a hamburger.

3) you respond to someone who you think is talking to you, then realize that person is on the phone.

The soloosh: Assuming you don’t know this person, and are walking along a city street, then you have two options:

1.Pretend that you are also speaking into an earpiece. This will make you appear very very important, so it is essential that the next things you say include the words forthwith, heretofore and thusly. To cap it off, end with the phrase “I’ll shuffle some things around and pencil you in for next Wednsday. I’ll have Enrico give you a call.”

2. If you’ve said “Hello” to the person, then this provides a nice segue for you to act as if you were singing that popular Lionel Richie song of the 80s. You must now make this song part of your regular morning walk to work routine, until you become known as the Lovable Lionel Richie Singing Man, everyone’s favourite Street Crazy. It is indeed you he’s looking for!

]]> http://stilltruckin.wordpress.com/?p=141 Thu, 14 Aug 2008 14:07:35 +0000 Ari http://stilltruckin.wordpress.com/?p=141 So, I've been annoying my brother recently by challenging his usage of the word "slut". (And no, that doesn't mean I think my brother's sexist, hold on for a second!)

Interesting, he's actually using the word in a gender-neutral way, (ie. he's also calling men sluts, and applying it to other habits than sexuality) which almost makes it seem okay to me. I've thought about this a bit since I last discussed it with him and I think I've hit on what's bothering me, despite the obvious reaction of "calling men names is not the way to fix the fact that women are called names."

The problem is that when we use the word "slut" to describe men, even if we're using it as a term meaning they're not appropriately careful with who they do the deed with, we're still not using it consistently with how the word is used in regards to women.

When we "reclaim"¹ the word slut to use it against men, it tends to get used to criticise a habit. But when we use the word slut to describe a woman, it's almost always understood as a dismissal of what she's saying, what she's doing, or even of her worth to the speaker as a person. There is no such undertone for men- if men have "bad" sexual habits, that's mostly viewed as some private failing. (Unless you're a politician and you get caught at it)

When women have "bad" sexual habits, (much like when they have "bad" appearances) it becomes a standard by which we can judge their entire character and use to denigrate or dismiss them as we wish. The problem is not so much the word as the power we as a society have granted to the idea behind it- and this is something I'll discuss more as we go along- that it carries with it the connotation that all women are either virgins or whores², and as a slut, you fall into the latter category, and can thus be mistreated.

¹ Really, I don't think turning around a sexist insult counts as reclaiming a word, so much as turning the patriarchy back on itself. While perhaps useful as an object lesson for men particularly hypocritical about their own sexual habits, I don't really want to see this happening on a wider scale.
² This is why "Your mother" jokes are so powerful- motherhood is a positive female image, (thus making us view our mothers as if they're virgins) but it clashes with our view of women who have sex^* as whores- creating cognitive dissonance and challenging our expectations about society. Yeah, humour can be deep sometimes.
^* Yeah, okay, I know it's possible to be a mother without having had sex- but it's vanishingly unlikely, as most mothers who are artificially inseminated, or who are do-it-yourself-non-sexually-impregnated are still likely to have had sex beforehand, whether with a man or a woman. The point is that motherhood, one of the coolest things in our society, is a result of women who have sex. Therefore, women having sex can be a positive and beautiful thing beyond just the self-gratification involved.

...the following insult in Latin:

TUA MATER TAM ANTIQUIOR UT LINGUAM LATINE LOQUATUR

I will leave the translation as an exercise to the reader.

I would like to congratulate my mom on her third appearance on this site. In celebration of this occasion I put one of our cats ribbon toys on her. She loved it and wore it for several minutes.

Seriously, all the kids are already joaning on each other using those words. I know I'm out of the game. But if you even come back to me with a word that relates thirteen and pastries, I'd be forced to call you a greyhead.

Just letting you know.

What the hell were people thinking when they invented silent letters? Seriously, why the hell would a person think that they're a good idea!? (I bet it was the French, those contrary bastards).

How many words, in different languages, sound exactly the same but mean totally different things?

You know those tampon and sanitary pad disposal bins you see in unisex public toilets? Well, there's a company that goes around and empties those out on a pretty regular basis. Which means they have a special truck just for that purpose (I have seen these trucks, they do exist). Imagine the total horror of one of those trucks being in a car crash at the end of the day  ... seriously, picture it. Years of therapy for someone.  

What would the world look like if I were allowed to institute my own eugenics program? People probably underestimate how much fun eugenics could be if there's no specific ideology involved.

How cool is this quote (found in an old letter my sister wrote me), "never take more than you need - unless you can secretly replace it later".

This is an insult I love but have never had the chance to use: "i'm not being rude, you're just insignificant".

Hitler was a vegetarian and Torquemada loved god.

How many thousands of times sex is had on hotel/motel bed sheets during their lifecycle? sex gunk to drown a washing machine.

Bum and squirt are really cute words untill you combine them.

I have no obligation to explain myself to you. So consider yourself lucky that I'm even taking the time out of my day to explain anything to an insulting, ignorant person like you.

Ok so first off, you said 'yo rob the reason u never got A FUCKIN COMPLaint ABOUT THE FREkin font bein so light is that because no body reads this crap' (he responded to my post about asking if the font was light). Well I'll show you how much of an idiot you are right now.

1. You (Lukasz) obviously have read it if you know what it says. So your a hypocrite.

2. I assure you my friend, people do read 'this crap'. Because if they didn't, why would I have *NICE* comments from utter strangers, and why would I have *OVER* 900 hits?! For gods sake luke, I'm at 984! That's almost 1000! Not to mention that I was featured on the list of Wordpress's GROWING BLOGS! (I'm number 22, my friend).

3. And lastly, the reason why I haven't gotten any other complaints about the font is because there is nothing wrong with the font.

So there. Lukasz I just proved you wrong on that. Add 1 point for Robert Thank You Very Much.

And now, you ask me why I have Half Naked Guys on my blog..haha. Well,

1. If you are referring to the pictures of Michael Phelps and other Olympic swimmers, well guess what, those are sports pictures my friend. They also happen to be swimmers. So I'm sure you'll find tons of pictures of shirtless guys by simply going to the Olympics Website! So theres nothing wrong with me having pictures of of ATHLETES participating in SPORTS on my blog.

2. If you are referring to the picture of Taylor Lautner, well maybe if you had read the blog entry and not just looked at the picture then you would've known that I said that my friend Marissa practically drooled over this picture. Now, my readers would be like, what picture?? So I posted the picture there. Not to mention that I was talking about Twilight (the book series, and soon to be movie) and Taylor Lautner is playing one of the characters. And besides, I put the picture up on my blog for my friend Marissa (who's obviously a girl!). So there.

Oh and I believe you asked me something about why would I put a 'VID OF THE JONAS BROS WIT A HARD ON'. Well,

1. I didn't notice that..so why did you? You're the one looking down there. Haha.

2. The intention of posting that vid was to show what happened at the Teen Choice Awards.

3. IT WAS ON LIVE PUBLIC TELEVISION! It was on channel 5 which is a family friendly station! So if it was acceptable there, it's fine on my blog.

and lastly, you're little comment about my music playlist (which obviously shows that you have read my blog and other entries, again proving you're a hypocrite by saying that no one reads my blog "AND A PLAHYLIST THAT ONLY A FAG WOULD LISTEN TO". How charming

1. I can listen to whatever the hell I want to!

2. I'm sure a lot of people would be insulted that your calling my playlist a faggy playlist when it has Ne-Yo and Chris Brown in it.

3. If you don't like it, don't listen to it.

FYI It's a free country so I can do/write/post whatever the hell I want to. And if you've got a problem with that, well then don't read my blog. It's a simple as that. So Lukasz, Have A Nice Day!

P.S. You know you're getting famous/getting attention when you start to get haters. So quite honestly, Thanks! I now have a hater! Yay! (im being honest lol, seriously)

Its such a load of poxy! I'm tired and cranky and my friggen shoulder is killing me. I dislocated it a few days ago and it is taking forever for the swelling to go down. Its costing me sleep aswell because I can't lie on my stomach until it heals up. Oh, and everyone seems to be on my ass because I 'swear too much'

What the fuck does that even fucking mean? I'll show you fuckin'excess, this is cuntin'fuckin'excess you bollockin'bitchin'whingin'pussy cunt dick licker. You arch trophy pushin'brown tongued baby claimer*. You roach munchin'tooth-pick-dicked sodomite. Fuckin'walking STI weapon of warfare that you are, a perverbial cluster bomb of perversion, a conaisseur of beastiality, aficionado of kiddie fiddeling and a fan of Neil Diamond. You are the lowest of the low low criminal spread, the grit between Hitlers tires, the rust on bloody Marys 'Sunday Axe'. If you were a sandwich you'd be rotten eggs on mouldy bread, doused in vinegar and rat piss to cover up the smell. You are about as feckin'useful as a hangman with a sanitized rope.

Thats not directed at anyone in particular, but I feel so much better.

bootless swag-bellied gudgeon!

wow.  Describes him to a T!