Of Photos of Twitpic

Of Photos of Twitpic

Memories can't be kept forever, but photos can freeze them at least.

So along the journey of my life, I took a hell lot photos. Step by step, I've uploaded to Friendster, then MySpace, then Facebook, then Twitpic, then Instagram.

So the most exciting portion of these social media is of course Twitpic and Instagram. Where the hipsters telling you how does a Starbucks' cup looked like, how does their lunch looked like, or how cute is their cat.

So yes, Im a part of that 'lame' community.Hey it's all good to me as long as I dont hurt other people.

But today, 11th of December 2012, how shockingly I found that ALL OF THE PHOTOS I HAVE TAKE SINCE I STARTED TWITTER IS GONE. And the photos linked to Instagram? Also poof!

What the fuck is going on? Urghh this shit is stressful I tell yo ass. 

Anybody who's reading this, if you know any resolutions, oh please put your comment below.

Thanks in advance.

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Of Speech's Retract-ability

Of Speech's Retract-ability

Bonjour.

Everybody got their own opinion. Everybody wants to be heard. Everybody wants their opinion to be heard.

And I'm one part of that "Everybody."

But what happens when your voice-out doesn't get the approval from the others? You back out. But once said, cannot be un-said, no? Well, here's how the story begin.

On the night of celebration (we don't know what are we celebrating)

Two girls and two guys are having the time of their lives, hanging out, going to a bar, get drunk, strolling in the park and all. Preferably named Gina and Norah. And the guys Jake and Kev.

 

No, they are not couples, lovers, or whatever subs name you may can ever come up with. They're just your regular bestfriends and plus, Jake is playing for the other team.

At the midst of the fun, one party pooper came and telling that they need to shush down at the park since everybody is hanging there too. But alas, they're get too carried away by being together and the party pooper started to get pissed of.

So in the mind to the party pooper, she thought, "Who the fuck they think they are? What, like they own this fucking park or something? Shit, they need to get out of here." And yes, she kinda said that to Jake and friends already. But what has been said can't be taken back.

and I was like,

The spoilers decided to call the cops. Within just few minutes, park cops came by and arrested all four of them. And the party ended. You can't even begin to imagine how shameful it was for them. Like if you call having a zits on your wedding day is shameful, try having a baby on your 15th Birthday.

You see, Jake and friends havent done anything wrong, but the fact that she think she's right all the way to the core, she called the cops, acting like the park is fucking hers. 

After the incident and all, she, the party pooper, came up and apologize to Jake. But she did not apologize to everyone, just Jake. Like what, you have humiliated them all, but since you've apologized, you're even?

Oh hell no sister, Jake and friends hard to accept apologies. They will forgive, but they wont forget. 

And like any other grown ups except Najib Razak, they all went to a debate, or a talk. Face to face.

She cried and cried knowing that her style of ambushing wasnt right and stuff like that. Gina, Norah, Jake and Kev did not have any mercy for her. They keep lashing her out in a soft but Gillette sharp kinda way.

And trust me, she learnt how to approach people the hard way.

So the lesson is, before you start to speak of something, make sure you either have stuff to back it up, or not having any regrets after saying it. If you do, then you better shush. Or else, you know what they say "Terlajak perahu boleh diundur, terlajak kata buruk padahnya." And padah yang buruk bakal menyusul.

p/s : This story has nothing to do with any living forms, just something that I gotta take out from my chest. 

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Of Inner Debacle

Of Inner Debacle

Living outside of the country is hard. Yes, nobody said it was easy, especially when you're high-maintenanced. 

I admit, talk all you want, but I'm high-maintenanced.

In fact, think me of a Bentley. High-maintenanced, but gives you a real pleasure riding it. 

There you go, about me.

This is where the story starts.

As I am now,  I hardly be able to wake up early in the morning. The earliest I ever remember is at 9. And class starts at 9. Motherfucker.

And you all should know too that I aint no living alone. But with 3 other friends. 

And two of them is the early riser.

You better believe me by saying this, but this morning, ALL OF THEM ARE ACTING LIKE A TOTAL DIPSHIT. 

What? Do you guys forget that you have another face in the house? We literally see each other's fucking face like every seconds, cockface! And yet you wake up early, WAKE EACH OTHER UP, clean yourselves, put on shoes in front of the mirror before going to class, BUT NOT WAKING ME THE FUCK UP??

I mean like, WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCKITY FUCKING FUCK??

I only woke up listening to their laugh and fucking chatting blablabla in front of the mirror before heading out.

Then I'm up, make my worst fucking wake-up-grumpy face (everybody knows how scary that shit is) and say "Korang tak kejut aku ke?" and the Kelantanese was like "Owh, ea?"

I was like, "THAT'S NOT EVEN THE FUCKING APPROPRIATE RESPONSE, MOTHERFUCKER!"

But fuck that, Imma go to the toilet and brush some teeth and face wash the fuck up.

Then I put on my fresh face, head to the kitchen. And the Chinese talked to me about something, and I didnt even look at him, and I dont even say a shit. COZ I AINT GIVIN ANY SHIT.

RIGHT? I KNOW RIGHT? What the fuck Yuri, pissed like hell just because people didnt wake you up.

Well, we're living together in one house, so the least you can do is share, or help each other. 

Heck, I even used my money first to pay the bill, bitch!

This is why I call myself high-maintenanced. 

And yes, the upside of having me is, I really do care about the cleanliness. I mopped the kitchen floor, I wash the bathroom, I clean the fucking bathtub, I cook meals, basically Im the mother of this house. A mother, fucking, MOTHER. Respect that shit, niggas.

Like I said, Im like a Bentley. Preserve me, then everything'll be perfect. 

 But all your fucktards has crossed the line and I aint no happy with that shit. Imma make sure all of you suffer. When I say shit like this, you better believe Imma do it. 

So there you go. The Homely Drama. 

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