It rained that night. - random story

And so it rained that night, he woke up, senseless, cold. All he saw was the ambience of the window frame, right in front, as he stood and head to the window to peep on the world outside.

"It's been a while" he muttered to himself. He lived in darkness in pain,lonely,it has been two years, never knew what has happened, never actually cared about it. He remembers her face, he remembers her words, he remembers her touch, and it was raining that night.

He walked and crashed on the bed, debilitated. And it rained that night.

He never felt anything, so didnt she, all these while as it was still raining, outside, that night.

Sri Paandi vs Sri Paandi

And yet another mamaking session with two of my friends yesterday in Restoran Sri Paandi *a group of chain restaurants, they are everywhere like fucking mushrooms* somewhere in PJ, nearby University Hospital, allright, coming to the story, so, we parked the car and walked towards the restaurant, but then i noticed there are 2 restaurants, with the same fucking name, side by side, well it is not something new to encounter anyway, i thought it was the same restaurant, where this fuckers have two lots since all the morons stack up in their premises everyday, but guess what, my friend said, NO, these are 2 different restaurants, 2 different managements, and the other in is managed by a chinese dude, what the fuck, Restoran Sri Paandi, Chettinad Cuisine & Makanan Daun Pisang, and the owner is a chinese.

Its not stopping there, as we approach the fuckin food kingdom, we saw like 10 dumbfuckheads yelling and promoting their restaurants, they were yelling in tamil, " over here over here" same goes on the other side, it was fuckin annoying and i wonder what the fuck is wrong with this people, competitors with the same name, different management and they have fuckers yelling as if there is a chick with 3 boobies dancing under the rainbow in their restaurants, i suggest these owners go shag a polar bear.

We finally decided to go to the 'indian' restaurant, prolly because of the love for the or, or im just being plain racist asshole, i dont care anyway. And it took them 10 minutes to take our order, indians...sigh


p/s: anyone interested in buring down the restaurant? pls do mail me.

Fuckin dumb asshole.

Yesterday, during lunch hour, in my office of course, received a call from this moron that i have abso-fuckin-lutely no idea who it was, the conversation went something like this:-


dumbass : *mumbles something in chinese*

Me : Hello? *with a confused penguin look on the face*

dumbass : arr..i wanna ask arr...u company sell what product arr? *bad english is intentional, thats how the moron mumbled*

Me : product? we dont make anything here, we are an advertising agency...

dumbass: oh advertising hor...i got this name card, who is Ivy Ong (my boss' sister), is 'he' around?
at this point i got really irritated, this dumbfuck sounded as if a camel is shagging in him from the back

and dumbass continued : u office in USJ 1 hor...

Me: yes, callback tommorow if you are looking for Ivy.

dumbass: ok, thank you ahh

me: *click*

then i turned and told my colleague, 'whats wrong with these people, dumbfuckin morons' *sigh*

Personality test according to sparklife.com

You are a Prober!

(Dominant Introverted Concrete Feeler)


You are a PROBER (DICF)— curious, passionate, driven, and probing. You're the kind of person who can't leave well enough alone. You have a very strong personality and a sense of adventure. And you'd rather go out and experience things for yourself than take someone else's word for it. Some people probably think you're a maniac.

People have a hard time believing you're an intelligent person. Perhaps there's a reason for this? Time will tell.



time will tell, right..fuckin balls.

Welcoming myself

I have no idea why i signed up for this free blog, really, i dont. But looking at the way things are today, every jackass has a blog page to write their nonsense, some i find to be pretty informative, i am here probably to talk about arts and current issues or ever my sad life story for that matter, anyway, a warm welcome to myself.