I swear this is the best shit I have seen on WWE ever since people were genuinely intimidated by the Undertaker's cold, icy stare. (The Phenom rocks on!)



But seriously, the Attitude Era was the golden age of WWE, or WWF back then. We have Stone Cold Steve Austin defying and feuding with his very own boss! While you guys may say its all staged bullshit, ask yourself this: will you ever, ever dare to stand up to your boss for mistreating you? I don't think so. Unfortunately, most of us will probably suffer in silence for the sake of our paychecks. So much for human dignity eh?

In a sense, Stone Cold Steve Austin was a hero to wrestling fans back then. Just like Spiderman and Superman and the rest of the mans, he stood up to to the bad guys and made life hell for them, as much as they did the same to him. His storyline provided a conduit for us to taste an impossible victory; that of unleashing all your discontentment (and hatred, for some) unto your bosses, making them pay for everything they did to you.

One difference between Stone Cold and the rest of the superheroes though, is that he didn't stood up to Vince McMahon in the name of justice. He did so just because he FUCKING FEELS LIKE IT!

When not putting down his boss, Stone Cold goes around disrespecting anybody he doesn't like, drinking beer like nobody's business, raising hell wherever he goes and Stonecold Stunning people for fun - basically just doing anything and everything that is WRONG! Well, we can't blame him. He was the Undisputed WWF Champion then.


fuck fear, drink beer!

I will always remember that "kong" sound.

Yes. Zombies. Them taking over our cities and eating out each and every last one of us is a doomsday scenario that has been predicted since Resident Evil since 1996. Well, maybe its not so much a prediction but more of a depiction but either way, people still thinks it might occur, one way or another.

Recently, the rotten end of our world has been revived over the internet. People are actually researching into the possible ways a zombie outbreak could occur, be it some defect products from pharmaceutical giants or some sinister experiment by our governments that went wrong. Even the United States Centre for Disease Control and Prevention uploaded a Zombie Apocalypse Survival Guide on their website.

So with all the zombie talk going around on the interwebs, I thought maybe I should prepare myself for our eventual downfall in the face of walking, rotting bipeds that go around shouting 'brains'.



First up, a weapon to defend myself with. That would be a machete. For some reason, I believe that a melee weapon will be a primary weapon in defending myself from the zombies. Sure, guns are more powerful but they are only powerful for as long as your ammo last. Once you run out of bullet, you will be better off lugging a PlayStation 3 and a TV instead as these will provide you with entertainment during the times when you are not being chased by anything. But really, there's only so much ammo a person can carry.


A sub-machine gun, a pistol, a crossbow, bullets, crossbow bolts, a grenade launcher, light
and ink ribbons. All these on your vest. Tell me Claire, where did you stuff all of them?

So, having a trusty machete by my side will be my insurance for life, literally. I have thought of katanas and all those cool swords commonly seen in animes but I realized they are impractical as they are cool. In close combat, or rather, zombat situation, I probably wouldnt have the time (and skill) and space to swing those long swords around to cut the zombies. There is a reason why as cool and sharp as those blades are, they have remained largely ceremonial swords in modern day armies.


Besides, machetes have been tested and proven in actual zombie battles.



When something has been in use for 62 years ever since the second world war till present times, we can safely bet that the thing will be able to save your ass in times of trouble. And save your ass the legendary Kalashnikov assault rifle will! The main choice of weapon for terrorists and African nations, the AK-47 is so popular that a country even imprinted it on their flag. And no, its not Russia, although the Russians were the ones who brought this amazing piece of weaponry into existence.


And what are we using again? SARS?

With a cartridge that can hold about 40 bullets, and assuming I start my journey from some army dump, I will probably be able to pack at most 10 such cartridges into my load bearing vest (which will be discussed later). That will give me 400 rounds, which may sound like a lot. Until you read that the AK-47 has a firing rate of 600 rounds/min. I won't even have enough rounds to last me a single minute!

And when the adrenaline kicks in when I start seeing those rotting flesh fall one by one under my bullets, I will probably be out in 10 seconds. So the AK-47 will not remain my main weapon for very long, 1 day perhaps? Unless, of course, I happen to chance upon randomly scattered ammo pile around the globe.





God created Man. But Colt made them equal. What about zombies?

Of course, with a main assault rifle, I need to have a sidearm as well. Besides, it never hurts to have more guns. That is a Colt King Cobra, a 6 round revolver which not only looks awesome but packs a punch as well. Revolvers are generally stronger than pistols and they have significantly lower risks of malfunctioning in the middle of a gunfight since revolvers consist only of 2 moving parts during action.


Hold on! Lemme clear this shit.

Some of you may argue that revolvers can carry at most 6 rounds, as compared to the 12, 13, 14 and sometimes 15 rounds which pistol can carry. So I won't be able to fend off a horde of zombies as effectively with a revolver. Well, the way I see it, during a shootout with a group of zombies, I will not be standing still to empty the bullets at the zombies, and then reload after that. I will be CONSTANTLY MOVING AROUND and looking for advantageous positions!

This is not a game where I can simply load and restart from my last save point. This is IF I am in a REAL zombie shootout where my death will bring me to either heaven, hell, somewhere in between, another dimension or I will simply turn into one of them.



In my opinion, using whichever type of sidearm does not really matter that much. The thing that matters if how you use it. Heck. I can give you a portable M61 Vulcan and you will still manage to kill yourself. If you are stupid enough. Lol.






So, I have got something to slice, something to shoot and finally, I need something to club. An aluminium baseball bat will come in handy when you need to smash some windows or glass door to gain access to supplies, hospitals, convenience stalls, vehicles, gas stations, NTU, whichever. With aluminium being aluminium, strong, light, resistant to corrosion and used to manufacture MacBooks, it will be able to break most glasses with ease. Of course, it can be used against the zombies as well when sometimes, simply slicing them up is not enough.


Are you thinking what I am thinking?

All right. So I am done with my arsenal. I will not move on to talk about the body gear which I will be wearing.



As mentioned earlier, I will be wearing a load bearing vest. For convenience's sake, I will just use the one which was issued to me by SAF during my Tekong days.

For my attire, I will don the army pants and some random t-shirt. Like what this guy is wearing.



I guess I will put on those thigh pouches as well. Gives me space to store my Mars bar and Skittles. And of course, I will be traveling around in my army boots. When you need ruggedness and durability, always look to military products.

All the equipment which I am going to use for my insurrection against the zombies have been decided. But there is one more thing which I need. A vehicle.

It would be insane to try to escape from the zombies by foot. They could be everywhere. A vehicle would provide a sanctuary for you (with air-con) and when needed, you could run down some zombies and laugh as you drive away. Naturally, in a zombie apocalypse, a SUV is the way to go.


Volcanoes erupt... when one of this gets near.

Meet the Toyota Hilux. A super rugged 4WD (which would help when you are driving on zombie meat) pickup truck/SUV that is known for its legendary durability. Just see for yourself.



With that, I am guess I am all ready to take on the zombies. Bring it on, rotting flesh!

The Phenom lives on.......

Hello Kelly!!!

How could anyone possibly resist her beauty? Oh my.

Its not often I blog about a girl being hot and stuff unless she is really damn hot. Like drop dead gorgeous. Really beautiful. Stunning max. Awesome shit.



Meet Kelly Kelly, a Diva on WWE Raw. She's tanned and athletic and her body is goddesslike!



Lean body. Hot. Just hot. I am running out of vocabulary for some reason haha. By the way, she's one of the top 100 hottest woman in the world as voted on Maxim magazine.









I LOVE BIG BOOBS AND I CANT DENY! YOU OTHER BROTHERS CANT DENY!

P.A.N.I.C




No, not this!




Damn. Why am I feeling so nervous about the paper later? I can't remember the last time I was SO nervous before an exam. Is something bad going to happen? Am I really gonna die later?

Ahhhhhhhhhh. The 3 'C's. THREE 'C's! Cool, calm, collected.

Oh my god. I need a paper bag.

I planned to wash all my dirty clothes today so that I don't have to wash them at home when I move back home on Saturday. So I got back earlier tonight, at 1am, to do the laundry.

When my clothes were washed, I wanted to use the dryer but it was already in use by someone before me. So I went back to my room and waited. 30 minutes later, I went down and damn, someone beat me to it again.

So I waited for about another 30 minutes and crap, it was in use again and this time round, the timer was set to 50 minutes. So I thought whatever and decided to hang my clothes to dry instead. While I was putting my clothes out on the line, I saw lightning.

Great. Just great. I spent 2 hours trying to get my laundry done but the dryers are all taken out and the damn weather is going to rain. It doesn't help that I have a paper tomorrow and I need to wake up early to study for it.

This is sickening. Could it be that whoever higher being up there poking fun at me again? For the whole 3 months in this hall, I only used the dryer once because that time the dryer was free so I thought might as well. And now when I need it and when I waited for 1 hour for it, I couldn't use it.

This is bullshit man. Seriously. FUCK YOU WHOEVER IS SCREWING WITH ME YOU PIECE OF SHITHEAD.

So what? I am planning to go out after my exam. Are you going to kill me and prevent me from leaving campus just so to spoil what I planned to do? Fuck you seriously. Go to hell. Like I said, stop messing with me! If you want, kill me right here, right now. Otherwise, GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY LIFE MOTHERFUCKER!

I present to you...















*click on it for a clearer view.

Such a sad piece of music. It gets to me, makes me want to cry. Makes me feel like everything else in the room is in black and white. Makes me feel like I am the only soul living in this mad world. Makes my hair stand on ends, though I suspect this is due to the air-conditioner.

"The Lonely Man" The ending theme for the final episode of the Incredible Hulk TV series back in 1977. Though I have never watched the series, I find it to be an apt theme for the last episode. Coupled with the final few scenes, the combination really make audiences feel sad for the series to end.

Which brings to mind the amount of love/emo/sad/unhappy/suicidal songs in the music industry these days. Is the singer really singing about some genuinely sad stuff, or does he just want to capitalize on human emotions to sell as much of his albums as possible?

Anyways, I stumbled upon "The Lonely Man" not because I went on a quest for classical music but because I just watched this:



Oh the irony of music sometimes. Haha.

Here's a full version, for those who might be interested.



Its already 7pm. Ima gonna grab a bite. Then back to more studying. Bummer.
A lonely man. Studying for his exams. Which only ends this Friday.

Friday.

...




NO! WTF am i thinking.

Me Gusta is an internet meme that has been around since 2010 (date of origin disputed).

The face is the expression given when responding to an awkward or disgusting event (e.g. when you enter your room to see your roomie fapping off, you can give this face to him).

The accompanying "Me Gusta" means "I like it" in Spanish. Yeap. An awkward and disgusting event which you like. What could be more awkward?

It was originally used only in sexually perverse contexts (e.g. I can't think of any) but have since broadened to include a more general, disturbing enjoyment.

For some reason, I find myself being intrigued by the Me Gusta face. I even got it on my phone's wallpaper!



And then, to drive home the point of this internet meme, I created a RAGE comic featuring Me Gusta.

I need to rant. Really.

The world is never fair. And never will be. Everyone knows that. But yet, we still feel that we are not receiving enough in our daily existence.

AND THAT IS MOFOKINGLY CORRECT!

FUCK YOU NATURE! FUCK YOU HIGHER DIVINE BEING! FUCK YOU UNIVERSE.

Stop screwing with me. I have had enough of this shit from you fucked up higher beings, if you ever exist. Really. FUCK YOU!

DO NOT send the meat to my lips, only to pull it away from me when I am about to take a bite. Seriously.

If you intend to carry on this fucked up game of yours. Just kill me immediately. Take my life away. Let me die during my sleep tonight. Let me die in my exam hall tomorrow. Whatever.

Or could it be you can only pull all those dirty stunts and can't kill me? I would love to see you try. Or are you guys really nothing more than just irritating pests that have no reason to exist in our dimensions.

If you are not gonna kill me, STOP SCREWING WITH ME FUCKING MORONS!

FUCK!

Alright. 3 papers down. Since my next paper is four days later, I can spare some time to post an entry.

When I returned to school on Sat afternoon, I had only $20 in my purse. After dinner on Saturday night and 3 meals on Sunday, I am pretty much broke on Monday. The natural thing one would do is to withdraw cash from the ATM right? Well, that's what I did (duh), except that the nearest ATM which is at canteen A was faulty.

I had two choices, walk to South Spine where there's another ATM there, or walk to Canteen 2 where there's an ATM as well. I went with choice number 3, borrowing money from my friends first. Come Tuesday morning, the 10 bucks I borrowed was depleted. So thinking that the ATM at canteen A was repaired already, I went to withdraw some cash.

Bummer. It was still down. For your information, it wasn't the State Bank of India's ATM and yes my school has a State Bank of India ATM. Don't ask me why. I believe the Bank of China's ATM will come anytime soon, supplementing the existing Developmental Bank of Chinapore.




With no reserves and friends to borrow from at that time, I did the dreaded act of lugging my arse all the way to South Spine. When I was walking towards the ATM from afar, I saw a man in front of the machine. I thought he was using it initially but upon closer inspection (namely, a peek across his shoulders), I saw him texting on his phone. He saw me peeping at him and gestured for me to use the machine first.

"How polite.", I thought. I inserted my card into the card slot but there was some resistance and I had to use more force than usual to push my card in. I didn't thought much about it but this minor 'glitch' would turn out to become something worse towards the end of my transaction.




Here's the thing. The ATM didn't release my card. I waited. And waited. And my card still didn't come out of the machine.




WHAT THE FISH? YOU DIDN'T RELEASE MY CARD YOU DUMB MACHINE! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO TAKE IT OUT OF YOUR DAMN HOLE?

"Hey, your card cannot come out right? My one also."

I turned around and looked at the uncle. A sudden fire raged within me. That sonofabeach knew that the machine was faulty but didn't tell me. He gestured for me to use the machine without warning me that the machine could be faulty. He saw me forcing the card into the card slot but didn't tell me anything. And now he is asking me a retarded question.

Shagged from last night's late night mugging. Woke up after less than 5 hours of sleep. Dead hungry but doesn't have the money to buy food. Want to withdraw cash but the damn-ed machines are throwing tantrums. And now, a bloody machine robbed me of my ATM card because some retarded uncle thought it would be amusing to land me in the same predicament as him.

I had a good mind to hurl my most potent vulgarities at him, short of physically hurling him into the ATM.




Goodness. I mean come on. If I am using an ATM and I found out that something is wrong about it, I would let the next user (if there is any) know that the machine is faulty. In fact, I believe most people would as well, except for a few sadistic psychobastard like this mofo in question. I will not stand there, pretending to text on my phone and see if the next user's card will get swallowed by the machine!

By the time these raging emotions went through my head, he was already on his phone with a banking officer. After explaining to her what his problem was, he offered to lend me his phone so that I can speak to the banking officer as well, instead of me having to call the bank personally.

You know, I really should have declined his offer. (Which is most probably just to disguise his innate evil self.)

After berating the banking officer (I was in a foul mood already), I handed back the phone to him and just walked off.




What. The. Fuck. That pathetic asshole wants me to thank him? Yeah sure. Thanks for making me lose my ATM card you KANNINABU HONG GAN CHAO CHEE BYE LAN JIAO!

I really, really had the thought of throwing a punch at him. No. Actually I wanted to kick him squarely in his groins.

And then, as if not happy that his attempt to get me to thank him resulted in a fierce glance instead:




Professor? OoooooHooooooHhhhhoooooooh. I. am. so. scared. so. terribly. scared. please. don't. punish. me. professor.

FUCK YOU LAH.

I am the fucking dictator of the new Fourth Reich who will take over the world in 50 years time and I will be coming after you personally, Professor.

On retrospect, its kind of amusing how he tried to intimidate me when he failed to make me comply. Sorry old man. You are nobody. At best, you are just a prick who ruined the start of a perfect day for me. And if you are really a professor, I suspect you are a phony one. Besides, you have no right to go lecture others when you can't even behave appropriately yourself.

With a flick of my finger, I turned away and continue with my mundane mugging for that day.