The World Is Unsafe

Mumbai killing spree, it happen so quickly that the death toll rises every time a gun shot is heard. Victims can be heard shouting and crying whenever another was killed, total mess in India's most exclusive hotel.

Humanity has come to a stage where it looks like it should be the last thing one should carry. The inhuman act being practice made cruelty seems like something common. Killing had instantly became something simple.

Something for us to slow down and ponder about, have killing become something that is not of a big deal? We have difficulties in culling a chicken, what more killing a man? And these terrorist make themselves like butcher, killing man as easy as slaughtering a cow. Isn't it ironic sometimes?

We often have to live in fear nowadays. We can't have peace of mind like how people use to do 20 years ago. We have make sure our house are properly locked before leaving, to prevent burglars. Girls have to carry their handbags with extra precaution, to prevent snatch thieves. What next?

We can't even find our own homes safe sometimes. We install safety alarms, extra padlocks, professionally-trained guard dogs. It suppose to be our home, but it looks more like a prison! A place where no fear should exist, a comfortable place for a us to relax after a harsh day, a place where we spend our night knowing nothing should happen to us!

Humans have lost our touch now. Why must we come to this stage? The world isn't like how it was yesterday.

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When I NANG & DANG

Now that I've stated my reason and principles of blogging, I shall talk about my NANGing and DANGing rule.

Just in case you have no idea what this NANG and DANG business is about, it's just 2 little icons you click on Innit, a blogging community.

NANG is usually a compliment for a good post while DANG is otherwise. But the is not the case nowadays. And I shall tell you why.

When I NANG, it's because your post is good.
One of the most common reason why a post is NANGed. NANGing is really about quality sometimes.

When I NANG, it's because you did not self-NANG.
Self-NANG is an act where you NANG your own post which is something I dislike. Don't ask me why.

When I NANG, it's because I'm being friendly.
Innit is a place where we make friends.

Now, for the DANGing part.

When I DANG, it's because you self-NANGed.
Like I said, pathetic self-NANGers.

When I DANG, it's not because your post sucks.
Nobody's post deserves to be called "lousy". Everyone has something in them.

When I DANG, it's not because I hate you.
Let's make it right, I don't DANG because of hatred.

When I DANG, we can still be friends.
I repeat, DANG is not about hatred.

When I DANG, it's fine if you DANG me in return.
I don't mind. Seriously. That's what everyone does.

Well, some may find this DANGing and NANGing thingy stupid. But for me, it's just a passion. Hate me? Go on.

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My Blogging Principles

I have previously talked about my reasons for blogging. Now I will tell you what I do when I blog.

When I blog, I give a damn about what people thinks.
I don't blog blindly, I expect comments, good or bad.

When I blog, I'm not seeking for attention.
Please, blogging isn't about how famous you can be.

When I blog, I'm trying to make more friends.
It's nice to meet new people who shares the same interest.

When I blog, I don't bother if someone hates me.
It's your freedom to love or hate, none of my slightest concern.

When I blog, I have my own style.
The world doesn't revolve around you, not everyone have to follow your style.

When I blog, I hate anonymous comments.
If you have the guts to say something bad, have the guts to reveal your identity.

When I blog, I try my best to refrain myself from using vulgarism.
I said "try my best".

When I blog, it's only about me.
I don't talk about anyone else for no damned reason.

When I blog, there's a story behind my post.
It's not about meaningless paragraphs of words.

When I blog, there's a reason.
Like I said, I have a reason to blog.

I'm currently being hate by countless bloggers over my blogging style and DANGing business. Not mentioning any names, I hope you know your limits. It's OK if you hate me, but don't overboard.

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I Blog Because

I don't blog for no reason. I have what it takes to blog. People are pissed with me recently because they think I'm a blind blogger with no directions.

Let me prove them wrong.

So, here I am to tell everyone why I blog.

I blog because I have the freedom to do so.
I use my rights freely and I think I have no reason for feeling guilty about what I write.

I blog because I love to express thoughts in words.
It's my knowledge and I am free to shit around.

I blog because I want to share.
I'm not a self-centered, selfish bastard.

I blog because I can unleash the inner part of me.
Everyone needs some place to release everything out.

I blog because I have readers who are interested in reading my post.
I do have a few good readers and I do not want to disappoint them. Thank you to whoever they are.

I blog because I want feedbacks.
I don't throw things out without asking people to throw it back at me. But throw it with the right way. Not back-stabbing sort.

I blog because I give a damn about what others think.
As I said, feedbacks are always welcome.

I blog because I have a life.
And I think those who do not have a life should get one. Start blogging.

I blog because I'm confident with everything I write.
I don't have anything to be ashamed of.

I blog because I spread information and NOT gossips.
I don't provide false information. In the same time, I don't beg for your trust in what I write. You choose whether to believe or otherwise, your freedom.

I blog because I have a purpose for doing it.
I don't bullshit around here.

And this one is an extra.

I DANG because I have the freedom to do so.
If you hate for me for DANGing you, spit it to me straight at my face.

If you have issues with me, tell me directly and who you are. I don't hope anyone will go start a mob against me behind my back. Same goes to anonymous comments, an act of a coward.

Love me or hate me, you choose.

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Drunk

Ever wonder why people get drunk? The fact that getting drunk is really a mysterious thing. Very weird. Very, mysterious.

I use to think that getting drunk was an incurable disease. If that is the case, drunkards are confirmed dead donkeys. How childish and foolish I was.

When I was a little older, I found out that a person will get drunk if there is a heavy intake of alcohol. I only knew beer and wine contained alcohol. That is why those who had a little too much shot will go crazy.

Thanks to the presence of television, I've learnt a lot about being drunk. And being drunk is usually linked to sex, on TV that is. A couple who is drunk will usually find themselves in bed with each other the next day. No elaboration needed.

Drunk can also be linked with fighting. But it doesn't make sense, drunkards are said to be blur. They can't even aim their pee properly, how can they even lay their fist on the opponent's face?

I'm just being curious about what drunk is really like. Nothing much, just a little kid hoping to grow up here. Pathetic.

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Goodbye

It's been a rather busy year,
For an ordinary Forth Former,
Some call it a honeymoon year,
But I call it otherwise.

Form 1 was an introduction,
Form 2 was the real thing,
Form 3 was the year,
To decide what Form 4 will be.

3 years for an exam,
PMR it was,
Now that it has pass,
SPM it shall be.

No more Living Skills nor Geography,
It was Physics, Chemistry and Biology.
These subjects aren't easy,
Not to forget Additional Mathematics.

But as time passes,
Loads of effort was spilled,
Everything was slowly picked,
And it became a breeze.

Now that Form 4 has come to an end,
It's time to decide my life,
No more fooling around in Form 5,
Or else my life is nothing but a piece of shit.

Goodbye Form 4,
Hello Form 5.

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Preview Of National Service

I've being a lot of things before I'm at a legal age of doing it. I.e. Driving, drinking, going to a club, making love. No, I'm still a virgin, don't think too much. And I DON'T and WON'T smoke.

But this time, it's a little different. I attended a 3 days National Service training camp. Which means I underwent the part of the 3-months-long NS activities in 3 days.

It wasn't so harsh like what my seniors narrated to me. It was tough, but fun.

Night Walk
We walked up the hill behind our camp around 10.30p.m. With no flash lights allowed, we really have to walk with 101% of attention on. I've also learnt about helping each other. We have to check on our team mates every few minutes of walk.

Canoe
First time maneuvering a canoe. Exciting.

Obstacle Course
This is no playground. Those without strength and stamina should a side and watch. Apparently, I manage to pass through every obstacle without falling into the water. Yes, there is a pond of water under a few obstacles so you can get wet if you fail.

Flying Fox
Seriouly not for the weak heart. I was stunned when I climbed up the departure tower - it's FREAKING high. But, once I was released from the top, I felt a never-before-freedom, I was flying!

Cable Walking
I not quite sure whether it's the correct term, but it was walking on a high tension cable 20-feet above ground. This really trained my courage. You must have the balls to walk on it, despite having safety precautions and equipments attached.

Jungle Trekking
More of a mountain trekking. Up and down the mountain of jungle, those of low stamina must seriously keep out.

River Crossing
A rope is tied between the banks of the river. Swim across it with the aid of it. In the icy water of nearly 10 degree celsius.

Good learning, better training, best food! I've never thought NS food taste so good.

Anyway, I really learn a lot from this short camp. Precious. I ready for the real thing.

NS, here I come.

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Naughty Plants

It makes me nauseous when I find out people actually watches animal porn. What's wrong with human's porn? Can't make you high? Only bizarre acts can stimulate you?

This is totally wrong. Against the basic human nature, against the law of nature, against every damned thing in this world.

But when I found out there were something else that deserves a good smack on my own head, I literally did it. It was plant's porn.

Gobsmacked. Enjoy everyone.


Oh gosh, this really makes me puke. It may seem creative, but it's -how do I put it?- not right.

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They Want My Penis

I can't believe perverts are increasing by numbers nowadays. There are actually people who search for keywords that are beyond average.

"Pussyeating", "the penis, the prick", "sexy love letter".

Sexy love letter? What in this damned world has it gotta do with Vincent's Philosophy? Weird world.

The Penis!? I hope that word means handsome hunk in Swahili! Some crazy dude!

Anyway, my school is a now a cluster school of excellence, whatever that meant. So, every club and society are required to update their respective web pages. Yes, we are all given a web page. Cluster, excellence, remember?

It's not EXACTLY a web page, but something similar to it. Click here to see my club's fantastic page.

Well, I'm now pathetically down with a flu, so I shall stop here. So long.

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Blog-Hater

Oh gosh, I really love blogging! Nothing more amusing than seeing a pathetic lifeless skunk visiting my blog and leaving precious opinion!

Just browse through my lovely chat box and you will stumble upon some attention-seeking comments.

For example, a prick-headed chap by the name REX. I simply love your idiotic comments.

1. ur trying to be funny weenie
   Yes! I'm indeed trying to be funny! Everyone loves jokes, laughing can make a person live longer. I'm in fact making you live longer and lead a happy, you sadist.
2. of course ur not a boy,just look at ur face and u can spend ur entire time telling barbie doll stories to ur "childs"
   Of course I'm not a boy. I'm a mature man who speak sensibly. For your information, I don't mind telling barbie story to my kids. Unlike you, I bet you're a small kid with a small penis hoping it will grow someday - which will never happen.
3. look at ur face,it's not a life that u chose but were forced to live with
   True! I have a simply irresistible face everyone loves and I'm so proud that I'm living with it! Well, I think you are just jealous of my charm. It's OK, you can go for a plastic surgery, but it will definitely cost a lot for altering your prick-face into a human-alike face.
4. THE FACT IS UR A FREAK AND THE ONLY HUMAN TYPE THAT SYMPHATIZES WITH U R THE FEMALE ONES
   At least I have females to back me up. Unlike you, I bet nobody is willing to save you even if you are drowning in a kids' swimming pool.
5. SO STOP TAKING ADVANTAGE AND PLAY THE GAY ROLE TO BE CLOSE TO TRY TO LOOK NON INTIMIDATING TO GIRLS
   This can once more conclude that your jealous of me for getting the chicks and you don't.
6. ONE MORE THING.NO ONE GIVES A DAMN ABOUT UR BLOG PHILOSPHY ACTUALLY U SHOULD START UR STUDIES N DONT EVER TOUCH THE DAMN COMPUTER
   Wow! Thank you for your concern man! I didn't know uncivilised prick-face like you are capable of giving an advice which is up to a standard where ordinary human being like me can understand.
   
   Don't worry about it, I will carry on my good work even if nobody gave, gives and will give a damn. I'm pretty good at my studies, thank you!
   
   And for my computer, I don't TOUCH like you do, I UTILIZE it like how any other ordinary human being does.

Conclusion: Rex is just another blog-hater which is against the decorum of a well-mannered blogger.

Case solved. Thanks to funny-weenie-gay-role-me!
=)

p.s. One more thing Rex, thank you so much for dropping by though! You've contributed in increasing my blog traffic!

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Pre-mature Judgement

One thing in life that is very important in life - never judge something too quickly. Even something looked bad, that doesn't mean it's a confirmed gone-case, although that is usually what happens.

Anyway, judging too early will lead to misunderstanding. Millions of life were sacrificed because idiots judge something before it even ended. Ok, I was lying about the figure.

But nevertheless, we should never judge like the a book by its cover. Is that how the saying goes? I think so.

A person taking of his pants doesn't mean he is going to pee. A guy wearing pink doesn't mean his gay. Pamela Anderson going to a plastic surgeon doesn't mean she is getting a bust enhancement. Two girls french-kissing doesn't mean they are lesbians.

Here are a few commercials that will make you burst into laughter while learning about the disadvantage of pre-mature judgement.







So, dare you judge early?

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I'm Not A Guy

I did not have a sex change. Don't ask stupid questions.

I 'm not an ordinary teenage boy, not a boy who does what "ordinary teenage boy" would usually do. But that doesn't I'm extraordinary. Don't think so highly about me.

Seriously, I am not boasting or anything like that, but I find myself not acting like my friends. Is it abnormal? Nooooo. I'm proud to be me.

First, I don't play Counter Strike, it's so violent. Carrying a killing machine gunning down -what do they call that- terrorist or something like that. Just like right now, I'm in the school's computer lab where my fellow classmates (as in 95% of the class) are all hooked on CS while I on the other hand, am blogging.

Come to think of it, I don't play much games at all. Action, RPG, Fantasy and so on, just don't excite me. Only sports game gain my attention. So don't even bother discussing about DotA with me.

Next, I read chic lit. If you ever realised, I've read Sweetheart From Hell -a book which is totally pink in colour- for 3 times, where my friends prefer fantasy stories like Halo, Eragon etc. How un-real!

I'm like one of the guy who supports a different football club from the crowd. The crowd as in my classmates and friends. I'm Chelsea supporter, just so you know. Blues forever!

Alright, I'm officially not a guy!

But that doesn't mean I'm a sissy or a homo. I'm just different. I'm just me. Vin Tsen, nobody else. Me, myself and I. And you know what? I'm proud to be the me I am right now, I don't need nobody to change me.

So what if I'm the top weirdo here? I still get to go cool party like the Nuffnang Nokia Silent Halloween! Gosh, I think I'm having a hangover here.

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A Love Letter

This should be one of the weirdest tag I've answered. Thanks Deb.

So, should I call this a love letter? It's just out of random. Or I'm just out of names. I don't quite get it at the beginning, but things eventually turned right when I started reading. I was technically rolling on the floor laughing.

I'm suppose to fill in the blanks with the answers provided. Sounds so exam-oriented.

Anyway, here goes.

How you do the Letter Meme:

Dear (the last person who left a comment on your blog). I don't really know how to tell you this, but ___1___.I think I realized it when ___2______3___ and I saw you ___4___ ___5___. I'm sure you're ___6___ enough to understand ___7___. I'm returning ___8___ to you, but I'll keep ___9___ as a memory. You should also know that I ___10___ ___11___.___12___.

Loves;
-Your name-

P/S: You are so lifeless, ___13___, -The name of the person that tagged you-.

1. What's the color of your shirt?
   Blue - Our romance is over
   Red - Our affair is over
   White - I'll join the monastery
   Black - I dislike you
   Green - Our horoscope doesn't match
   Grey - You're a pervert
   Yellow - I'm selling myself
   Pink - Your nostrils are insulting
   Brown - The mafia wants you
   No shirt - You're a loser
   Other - I'm in love with your sister
2. Which is your birth month?
   January - That night
   February - Last year
   March - When your dwarf bit me
   April - When I tripped on sesame seeds
   May - First of May
   June - When you put cuffs on me
   July - When I threw up
   August - When I saw the shrunken head
   September - When we skinny dipped
   October - When I quoted Santa
   November - When your dog ran amok
   December - When I changed tennis shoes
3. Which food do you prefer?
   Tacos - In your apartment
   Pizza - In your camping car
   Pasta - Outside of Chicago
   Hamburgers - Under the bus
   Salad - As you ate enchilada
   Chicken - In your closet
   Kebab - With Paris Hilton
   Fish - In women's clothing
   Sandwiches - At the Hare Krishna graduation
   Lasagna - At the mental hospital
   Hot dog - Under a state of trance
   None of the above - With George Bush and his wife
4. What's the color of your socks?
   Yellow - Hit on
   Red - Insult
   Black - Ignore
   Blue - Knock out
   Purple - Pour syrup on
   White - Carve your initials into
   Grey - Pull the clothes off
   Brown - Put leeches on
   Orange - Castrate
   Pink - Pull the toupee off
   Barefoot - Sit on
   Other - Drive out
5. What's the color of your underwear?
   Black - My best friend
   White - My father
   Grey - Bill Clinton
   Brown - My fart balloon
   Purple - My mustard soufflé
   Red - Donald Duck
   Blue - My avocado plant
   Yellow - My penpal in Ghana
   Orange - My Kid Rock-collection
   Pink - Manchester United's goalkeeper
   None - My John F. Kennedy-statue
   Other - The crazy monk
6. What do you prefer to watch on TV?
   Scrubs - Man
   O.C. - Emotional
   One Tree Hill - Open
   Heroes - Frostbitten
   Lost - Scarred
   Simpsons - Cowardly
   The news - Mongolic
   American Idol - Masochistic
   Family Guy - Senile
   Top Model - Middle-class
   None of the above - Ashamed
7. Your mood right now?
   Happy - How awful I've felt
   Sad - How boring you are
   Bored - That Santa doesn't exist
   Angry - That your pimples are at the last stage
   Depressed - That we're cousins
   Excited - That there is no solution to this
   Nervous - The middle-east
   Worried - That your Honda sucks
   Apathetic - That I did a sex-change
   Ashamed - That I'm allergic to your hamster
   Cuddly - That I get turned on by garbage men
   Overjoyous - That I'm open
   Other - That Extreme Home Makeover sucks
8. What's the color of your walls in your bedroom?
   White - Your ring
   Yellow - Your love letters
   Red - Your Darth Vader
   Black - Your tame stone
   Blue - The couch cushions
   Green - The pictures from LA
   Orange - Your false teeth
   Brown - Your contact book
   Grey - Our matching snoopy-bibs
   Purple - Your old lottery coupons
   Pink - The cut toenails
   Other - Your memories from the military service
9. The first letter of your first name?
   A/B - Your photo
   C/D - The oil stocks
   E/F - Your neighbour Martin
   G/H - My virginity
   I/J - The results of your blood-sample
   K/L - Your left ear
   M/N - Your suicide note
   O/P - My common sense
   Q/R - Your mom
   S/T - Your collection of butterflies
   U/V - Your criminal record
   W/X - David's tricot outfits
   Y/Z - Your grades from college
10. The last letter in your last name?
    A/B - Always will remember
    C/D - Never will forget
    E/F - Always wanted to break
    G/H - Never openly mocked
    I/J - Always have felt dirty before
    K/L - Will tell the authorities about
    M/N - Told in my confession today about
    O/P - Was interviewed by the Times about
    Q/R - Told my psychiatrist about
    S/T - Get sick when I think of
    U/V - Always will try to forget
    W/X - Am better off without
    Y/Z - Never liked
11. What do you prefer to drink?
    Water- Our friendship
    Beer - Senility
    Soft drink - A new life as a clone
    Soda - The incarnation as an eskimo
    Milk - The apartment building
    Wine - Cocaine abuse
    Cider - A passionate interest for mice
    Juice - Oprah Winfrey imitations
    Mineral water - Embarrassing rash
    Hot chocolate - Eggplant-fetishism
    Whisky - To ruin the second world war
    Other - To hate the Boston Celtics
12. To which country would you prefer to go on a vacation?
    Thailand - Warm regards
    USA - Best regard
    England - Good luck on your short-term leave from jail
    Spain - Go and drown yourself
    China - Disgusting regards
    Germany - With ease
    Japan - Go burn
    Greece - Your everlasting enemy
    Australia - Greetings to your frog Leonard
    Egypt - Fuck off now
    France - In pain
    Other - Greetings to your freaky family
13. What is your favorite activities when hanging out with mates?
    Gathering for drinks - Ugly pig
    Foosball - Silly duck
    Shopping - French kisser
    Dulging for food - Cranky banana
    Movies - Smelly armpits
    Snacks - Horny wolf
    Snooker - Tiny nipples
    Bowling - Sexy grandmother
    Outdoor activities - Vain pot
    Having a long talk - Nose plucker
    Taking pictures - Dumb bitch
    Other - Burn yourself

Dear cazz, I don't really know how to tell you this, but I'll join the monastery. I think I realized it when that night in your closet and I saw you sit on my best friend. I'm sure you're cowardly enough to understand that Extreme Home Makeover sucks . I'm returning your ring to you, but I'll keep my virginity as a memory. You should also know that I told in my confession today about embarrassing rash . With ease.

Loves;
-Vince-

P/S: You are so lifeless, tiny nipples, Debra.

What the heck is this? Cazz, the above are pure meaningless and hope you don't take it that seriously!

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Nokia Nuffnang Silent Halloween Rocks

It was dark and dry on the first night of November. There were wandering souls on the streets of Bukit Bintang; they were called Nuffnangers. Lost, cold and confused, they didn't know where to go. I was one of the lost souls.

My misery ended when I arrived at a place where the lost souls gather - Borneo Baruk Club. It was my day, my lucky day, it was Nuffnang Nokia Silent Halloween! And Nuffnangers who paid tribute by making a post for this very special day are invited!

How lucky was I to see my name on the invitation list. All hell broke lose - it was time to hit the floor and party before daylight comes! I was even delighted to see more of the same species to attend the gathering! I wasn't alone!

Before I could jam like there's no tomorrow, I was required to unmask myself and return to my normal self. Nobody was allowed to join the fun in human form. Though a few were breaking the rules.. Never mind.

So I transformed from this,

Back to my original self.

We even have our own name tags, only a soul with name tag can pass through the special barricade which was used to prevent unwanted creatures from trespassing.

Yes, I am indeed horrifying.

One thing I enjoyed the most - free flow of soft drinks. Well, you know, I don't get to drink much when I was a wandering spirit. Now, I'm a free spirit! Free to drink, drink it free!

The party kicked off with an address from the Chief of all spirits - Big Boss Tim!

It's good to see old friends like Elvis to attend, and host the party! It's been a while since I last met him. They don't call him King for nothing, he totally rocked the house.

It also nice to see old Hitler hit the floors with some of his old school moves. It's good thing he did not bring his troops of Nazis along.

There won't be enough soft drink.

Free souls @ Nuffnangers mingle around in their true form.

Yes, good-old Hitler jiving on the floor again.



And it was even happy to see dear Paris Hilton! Just that her recent plastic surgery gone wrong. And now, she kinda look like an Asian guy now.

It was one heck of a gathering for free spirits like me, Nuffnang did wonder again! The whole event can only be described with one word - Totally-freaking-rocked-every-single-soul!

Now that the Silent Night has come to an end, I shall return to my human form, living my human life and go through the human pain.

Till we meet again, fellow Nuffnangers. Either in heaven, hell or the coming Nuffnang party!

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Getting Top 10

Well, I won't be talking about how Nuffnang Nokia Silent Halloween rocked and the obscenely awesome it was. It was my first time being in a club, and at the age of 16. And I was..

I'm disclosing too much details. Wait till I get the photos. Then I will narrate everything to you.

Back to where I started.

So, I was thinking the other day, how do I enter the Top 10 list in Innit, and voila, I came up with a formula. Reliable or otherwise, you be the judge.

1. Be a handsome guy like joshuaongys. Handsome guys are girls' favourite. It will definately boost your NANGs.
2. Be a pretty girl like JunJun-Riko. Pretty girls are guys' favourite. It will DEFINATELY boost your NANGs.
3. Be part of the nuffies like Robb. Serving Nuffnang is the greatest one can do.
4. Be a famous person-turned-blogger. Do something that will boost your fame, like walking around the streets with only a boxer on. Have your name sewed on it. And once you are famous, start blogging! Join Innit! Get Top 10!
5. Be a blogger-turned-famous person. Start blogging first. Then, do something that will boost your fame, like walking around the streets with only a boxer on. Have your name and blog link sewed on it. You will be an instant blogebrity in no time!

The above are just plain meaningless suggestions. If this post doesn't arrive Top 10, it proves that the above method doesn't work.

Coming soon: Post-mortem of the Nuffnang Nokia Silent Halloween. Stay tuned.

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