the extreme narcissist

I intend to write a book. I kid you not, and before you tell me how absurd my idea is, believe me, I know that what I intend to do is verging on impossible. But that hasn't stopped me before, dammit. What will my book be about ? I don't know. How will I publish it ? I don't know. Do I know the odds of my book even surviving the onslaught of the gruelling real world, filled with established authors, and up and comers with much better command of the english language than mine are slim ? Yes. Why do I keep asking myself questions ? Why do I keep using the same lines ? Everything seems a blur to me, and I honestly think this is my true calling. What I know for certain, is that I am commencing work on it now, and I intend to do the best I can. If nothing else interest me, then this is what I shall do. Sherlock olmes once said, If you eliminate all the suspects, whatever is left must be the answer. Logic my friend is your best friend. Put in on when you wake up, and take it off when you go to sleep, for only when you dream, only then, is when logic should be absent.

Moving on is never easy. May it be family issues, a relationship that ended, getting fired from a job (Quitting does NOT count), exam results, the loss of your pet rat who got eaten by your other pet snake, moving on is never, ever easy, if it is, check if you actually have a pulse. If you do, then cogratulations, you're breathing, have a cupcake =) Why the hell is moving on so damn difficult ? It's pretty simple actually, regrets always run through one's mind ( And NO, I am NOT tired because I've beeen running through your mind all day) . People would wonder how things would have been oh so different had they worked harder when it really counted, studied for longer hours, not cheated on a relationship and so on. But, this is where homosapiens (No you dumbass, homosexuals are totally different) become dumb and let emotions, the one thing that seperates us from our animal counterparts, take over. Remember the saying, follow your head, not your heart ? Well, your heart is fuelled by emotions, making you think irrationally and make dumb decisions, just ask people who have committed suicide, oh wait =/ Your head on the other hand (If you only have one hand, please do not be offended) is fulled by rational thinking and normally guides you in the right path. Yes, in movies, people who listen to their heart fall in love, get that kiss, land the hot chick, graduate from Harvard, walk on the Moon, and moonwalk with MJ in Elvis Presley's underground mansion while Dodo birds do the chicken dance. But this is reality. Reality is NEVER like that. People who follow their heart either end up broke, stoned, naked, or all three, just ask Amy Winehouse. Back to the the main topic, if you follow your head, you should know that it is pointless to regret not doing something in the past, because nothing you do (Unless of course you can build a time machine, in which case you could go back to 2004 and tell Britney to stick with JT and NOT to marry K-Fed) will change what happened. Regretting something will only affect your future, in a bad way. You already screwed up in the past, and now, because of that, your gonna screw up your future by moping around, it's a lose-lose situation. Sure, it's normal to feel remorse, but it should stop there. You wanna do something to make up for screwing up (other than buying nails of course), pick yourself up and work harder towards a better future, becasue you might not be able to change the past, but you can definitely chnage your future. Yesterday is HISTORY, and just like every chapter in your History text book, forget what happened, but at the same time, learn from it (Like, bombing another country is a bad idea) . Tomorrow is a mystery, and you can make it out to be whatever you want it to be, You want to be a spaceman ? Start eating cheese. Because you know, and I know, and Bush knows that the moon is made outta that shit . You wanna be like Tiger Woods, go bang 18 other chicks that aren't your wife =/ In all seriousness though, live life for the moment. Do that, and the world is yours for the taking. Leave regrets for meerkats. Sacul, out.

I was never planning to watch this movie. I was never looking forward to it. Basically, this movie could've slapped me twice over and I wouldn't have noticed. But we we bored. We had no choice. We had to watch this movie as there was nothing else to do. But I guess it was fate. Because we were meant to watch this movie. It was DESTINY. Let me just say From Paris With Love is an amazing, testosterone fuelled, swear filled, and just plain fucking good movie (The word fuck and motherfuck comes up ALOT in the movie, so much so that i capped the word 'ALOT'). The premise of the movie is simple. This plain old joe, who hates his jobs and wants a promotion (mind you, his job is spy-ish, but he changes number plates, that's like having a football-ish job but all you do is cut the grass on the field) finally gets it and it's not what he expects. The story for this movie is rubbish. I mean, it's there but it never really captures your attention, kind of like a new Pamela Anderson sex tape. The reason this movie really shines is because of the awesome acting of John Travolta. If the Oscars weren't made of of movies that made you sleepy and actually interesting, he would've won best actor for sure, but alas, that's not the case. John acts as agent Wax, this bad ass guy who goes around killing bad guys, swearing so much every censor that saw the movie got a stroke, banging anything that moved, and has a tendancy to never be shot by the hundreds of bullets that are shot at him. The scene where he is caught up with customs is hysterical. The action never dies off and you are either constantly laughing or caught up witht he action scenes, which were extremely well choreographed. If you weren't, check if you actually had a pulse. It really can't be described, the magnitude of Travolta's supreme acting, which carried te movie from Meh, to OMGHOLYSHITWHOAAAA. The movie did carry a message too.There were a few sub messages such as 'Guns are a men's best friend, screw diamonds', 'Swear until the sun goes down and comes up again', 'Shave your head bald, 'Earrings are awesome' , but the main one was 'Love is a bitch'. If you haven't seen this movie, which I'm guessing is a high probability (I guess because I never studied this chapter of Maths in school), go watch it now. I don't care if you're studying, ding your homework, eating, or wanking (You know who you are), get a ticket and watch it. If your deciding between this and The Book of Eli, watch this, because making a movie abut a book is like making a videogame about homework, fuck yeah (Who says movies have a bad influence on people?). I can't seem to be able to put up those nifty rating numbers I usually do, but meh. I'l give this movie an 11. Yes an 11. Why ? Because I can, that's why. You'll absolutely loves this movie. Now go watch it.

So about 2 weeks ago, I purchased an Alienware m15x laptop. For all of you who don't know, Alienware is a subsidary of Dell, and they produce gaming/media laptops. Basically, you wanna game, get this. So, after 2 weeks, I thought since I really have nothing else to blog about, I'll blog about my new boy, Earl (Yes I named my laptop after my flesh eating virus from hell, because it's that damn good). First, lemme run you trhough the boring numbers that might put you to sleep, so get the coffee brewing. The processor is the intel core i7 1.6 ghz , hich can be trubocharged up to 2.8 ghz. No, not the turbocharger you find in a car, because even if you could find a way to fit that in a laptop, all it would do is make your latop accelerate, and i dont think you would want that would you? Didn/t think so. 1080p display, 500 gb hard drive, 4gb RAM, NVIDIA GeForce GTX 260M graphics card. The latop came in an awesome box and cover, and oce it started up, it looked awesome. The Alienware FX system, which provides backlight to your keyboard, keypad, power button, alienware logo and alienhead is amazing fun to toy around with, mixing and matching colours to make it look like an ice cream made by a blind ice cream man. A few issues popped upped with the system, all of which were my fault. Firstly, i bought Bioshock 2, pirated of course (Don't give me that look, I bet YOU have 100s of pirated dvd's back home don't you ) and it corrupted my whole C Drive and it couldt eject. After 2 hours, it finally did. Never used that cd again. And then my games played really badly. I spent approximately 6 hours talking to Dell customer service only to discover the laptop has been on stealth mode (power saver mode) the whole time, and I could deactivate that with the touch of a button. I KNEW that, I just kept pressing the wrong button =/ Well, all that's fine and dandy, but how does it perform gaming wise you ask? I played Counter Strike Source, fully maxed out without Anti Aliasing, and managed 300 fps (Frames Per Second, basically how smooth the game runs). I ran Left 4 dead 2 fully maxed out with Anti Aliasing set at 16x and got 60fps. For those of you who don't get what I mean, anything above 30 fps is damn good. The bad points about this laptop ? The touchpad is a joke, and not my kind of jokes either. It is horrendous, but a mouse fixes all that. Also, it's pricey, very pricey. Don't wanna mention it here though. Overall, the Alienware m15x is something out of this world ( Yes, I'm Mr. I'm so funny laugh at my jokes) Jokes aside, this laptop is a monster, that devours any game it comes into contact with and if you have the cash to spare, it's worth every cent.

I went out with Tish and Edmen to MidValley, a welcome break from the all too familiar trips to Jusco. Was at the train station by 9ish. Then we left. We reached MidValley and then left to shop (Yes, guys shop too, shocking, I know) We were walking around to just about everywhere as Edmen serached for his pc game Left4Dead2 and I searched for Heavy Rain, a ps3 game. We ended up going to every shop imaginable (excluding the lingerie shops of course, heh) Had lunch at Madam Kwan's. Went all the way to KL and had nasi lemak =/ But the nasi lemak was awesome =) After that, Tish and I decided to go into the infamous sex shop there. It brought back memories of how Kelvesh tried to get into the shop a few years ago, and the guy asked him, " How many is your age?". Well, we went it in and the guy never once questioned us and asked if we were looking for anything. I saw a hairy condom, whatever that means =/ Tishaan and I became men today =p Edmen chose to not enter that shop. The Edmen got some Body Glove tshirts and Left4dead2. I got left4dead2 2 (See what I did there?) and Counter Strike : Source. Tishaan got some Body Glove tshirts. We noticed many chicks there using shirts with very few buttons buttoned up. It goes without saying that any guy would have been distracted with what was on display. We, er, exercised =p. We had some enery boosters at a juice bar, Tish and I had a drink called Lychee Coller, and Edmen had a drink which was wayyy to thick to be humanly consumed. Had another bite at Secret Recepie, which isn't a secret anymore. Finally, since both Edmen and Tish never had fresh Subway, I suggested we eat there for dinner and took their Subway virginity away =) Came back tired. Spent alot of money today, but the time spent with close friends is priceless =)

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