Raised Hands
Friday, March 30th, 2007
Why is it, that when I have a shitload of work to do for an event, I get rashes on my armpits? This isn’t the first time it happened.
Damit. This is the last thing I need. Sigh.
Why is it, that when I have a shitload of work to do for an event, I get rashes on my armpits? This isn’t the first time it happened.
Damit. This is the last thing I need. Sigh.
Seriously. We’re showing you the best of movies, animated and live-action. All the movies have been hand-picked after much scrutiny from various strong critics of anime lovers. We’re calling in vendors selling snacks and drinks, from popcorn and canned drinks, to dorayaki and pearl tea. So, you’ll be able to enjoy the best of movies […]
I think I need to put a sign on my door. People get angry at me for the most ridiculous reasons. I shall have the sign read:
PLEASE KNOCK ON
THE FUCKING DOOR
Because I can’t hear your ill-bearing bloody scream.
Some people don’t understand why I set up my speakers to surround me, or why I bought a […]
“Hahaha,…you know, Fazri, you’re the most Malay friend I have ever had.”
At this day and age, I really can’t tell if that’s actually a compliment or a disparagement.
My reaction?
I could only laugh.
Forwarded messages on instant messengers have become a steady source of entertainment for me. Just when I thought I’ve seen enough funnies, more of them keep knocking on my door screen. This one, however, isn’t so much of a message, but a well-intended harmless humor.
This is a story about a guy who was having a […]