Life and lies of Aoki Tan

Knowing English : 'cursing' words

2009-11-13T22:40:00.000-08:00

This has been in my brain for quite some time now, and now I'm going public.

Fuck. As we know, this word is often used as a verb; sentence enhancers to stress their anger or annoyance. It has been labeled a bad word:
Fuck defines by dictionary as:
–verb (used with object)

1.	to have sexual intercourse with.

Wouldn't fuck be as bad as saying sex? Nono, saying sex is not a bad word but fucking is bad.
I want proofs, and right now, I state my case:
When I say fuck, do sparks fly? Do crows cry uncontrollably? Do glasses nearby break? Do lightning thunders? I think not, why? It's a word!

Yes ladies and gentlemen, there is indeed nothing wrong about saying the word fuck. It's not a forbidden word, or might actually cause chaos.

If I meet a Japanese man(no English education whatsoever), and say 'fuck' will be suddenly break into an outburst and scold me because by second nature saying that word is wrong? I don't think so.

My theories on why we treat the word Fuck as a bad word. I think it is because the parents attempt to conserve kids by saying fuck is a naughty thing and is a bad word to use while assisting in their absence of know how of sex-ed. This has psyched generations to believe it as a bad word by second nature.

Naturally, men find forbidden things fun! Therefore, bad men rebelliously whore the word fuck, which normal people do the math; Bad men = Speak Bad Words (how ignorant).
Hence, fuck becomes a bad word instead of an action.

Stressing my point, I'll give you an example.
If I were to have the power to say bend space-time continuum; travel time. I would go to the past and make the man whom created the word fuck change it to cake.
If that happens. Examples of sentences:
Bull-'Cake', I forgot my wallet.
Oww, 'Cake' you!!
I'm gonna 'cake' you up!
'Cake' IT!
I 'caked' a whore last night, it was awesome.

Now do you see? There's nothing wrong of saying fuck! But, that doesn't mean you go around fucking fucking and fucking. It still must be treated with the same self-respect as many words and only be used when it is necessary. If it were given the same self-respect every word is given instead of being labled, people would just treat it like a normal word instead of forbidding themselves from saying so. Please do educate your friends on this, or they'll stare at you for doing something that is right.

Lulling off,
Aoki

MUST WATCH MOVIES

2009-11-10T01:23:00.000-08:00

Recommended by bllu..no, Aoki(I must resist!).
There are three, perhaps three of the best movies I've seen coming out these months.
Arranged in order: Best to third-best.

Once Upon A time,
In a Nazi occupied France..

The word bad-ass has never been defined so well. Once reading the synopsis some time ago(months) , I already was exited to watch it. Perhaps one of the best and probabbly funniest Nazi movie in ages! I love how it was planned and all the characters were lovable and simple to know. Not to mention even the Nazi characters were unforgettable. This is a nazi movie I want, a movie where they don't completely make a total (bitch) out of the Germans just because they lost the war to the allies.

Yes, it was casted by Brad Pitt as Lieutenant Aldo Raine. Instead of a serious hard-on character such as Sergeant Hartman in 'Full Metal Jacket', they put a comedious snaz of an American. Must say, the little mustache was a nice touch!
He wasn't seen throughout the movie, but I still enjoyed the rest of the cast.

Next we have Law Abiding Citizen.
Story was Ace, casting, great!

But I did have a little laugh when he appeared with the beard (remembering King Leonidas from 300). A super well-plotted storyline which I do not want to reveal to pull out the fun. It condemns mostly on the Democratic law enforcement's weakness.
In my opinion, I like these kinds of movies. By these kinds I'm talking about some evil mastermind protagonist instead of him being a good guy. Much more movies like these are: The Phantom Of The Opera(Erik), V is for Vendetta(V), The strange case of Dr.Jekyll and Mr. Hyde(Dr Jekyll/Mr.Hyde)

These two are great movies and I recommend you to watch these if you have free time
I could have watched Jennifer's body, But I decided not to! It was a desicion: Stay at jusco and watch Jennifer's body or go home without watching anything. I think I made a right decision.
Cheers
-Aoki

Questionable Motives + (4RAGE COMBO)

2009-11-08T07:32:00.000-08:00

Caution: Following is a rage post, angry post by an angry blogger, might be a little blurry for you to understand if not enough discretion is applied. and yay! yellow italic words ftw!

RAAAAAGEEEE at jusco for two days.
It was yesterday and today.

Yesterday:
It was a tuition-mate but never said a word to each other.

Situation:
Deeep into thoughts. I.E: dang, I gotta go school soon, I'd bring my papers and pencils, fish! I also have to prepare more props, dammit where am I gonna find wood! (It happens) I gotta write drafts for the next post in the blog and-
Boom there it happened.
What happened?
The person from tuition which I always see but never ever got acquainted (which that time happened to be the SO Oh SO pleasurable time to meet) with waved to me. I was soooo deep into thought, the bloke appeared as a silhouette only around 40 seconds later when that scene was long gone I realised, cursed in my brain FFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!
I felt like a complete ass. Imagine if you were that person waved at me and I look consistently walking past by you not acknowledging you of your humble hospitality of your acquaintance! How offensive!!
FUUUUUU-

Ok second story which happened just about two hours since I wrote this post.
I will not ruin the Edwin for you
.. wait a minute, I wanted to say ending.. FFFUUUUUUUUUU- (third rage)
Moving on, as the same situation.

Situation:
I was deep into thought, eyes concentrated while legs consistently tapping on the pavements of jusco.
Thoughts: Later when I go home Id think I'm gonnna draw some of the.., Better then, I'd gotta prepare for school tomorrow, I think I'm gonna blog about.. wait.. that blue shirt
Since my eyes on the floor, I can see a shadow coming right for me.
My sentiments exactly: A silhouette of a man intentionally strafing towards me and as if from the movie: The Matrix. An explosion of thoughts hit me in one flash :
Holy shit its a bad-boy Caucasian asian wannabe stereotype is gonna hit me and I gotta be prepared for unforseen insults of my non-intoxicated hair or wearing something which a typical Malaysian doesn't(no kidding, exact words scanned from my brain)
He said: Watch it.
I looked up, It was Edwin
FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-(4th combo)

Saying these seriously happened and may or have already happened to you before
-Fish

Know The Writer: Style of blogging.

2009-11-07T09:44:00.000-08:00

This post is dedicated to mentioning the themes I use as my blogging in a might say: 'professional' scale.

4Yakin.blogspot.com:
I use an Drill Sergeant(army) style of blogging: Such as using hash words which requires a man to shout from his stomach to really give a feel of the army mode. If you'd read some of my posts I.E 'The Battle Was Though'
QUOTE:
{What? Too stupid for you? You'd better take it, its the only entertainment which is gonna get your mind off the exam! Now get back there and ground yourselves in those books! No buts, thats an order!}
I'd take this time to mention my quotes compared to a real battlefield situation"
"It's the only entertainement which you can get your mind off the exam."
"You will give your guns a girls name because it will be the only pussy you will be getting at the battlefield!"
"Now get back there and ground yourselves in those books! No buts, that's an order!"
"Now ground yourselves in mud to get that pretty camouflage all over that clean shirts of yours so you'll take the week off washing them! No buts, thats an order, MOVE MOVE MOVE!"

I.E 'You have failed me..'

'To those of you whom assited in killing our class blog and is proud, I have designed(by designed I mean just write quotes on it) this shirt as a shirt for all of you whom feel they have done a good job killing our class blog. I could be treated like a Medal which was sold to you cheap by your enemy whom still despite you doubting the fact that you have purchased an item from him.'

- Writing words describing what I did sarcastically indicates that I'm not actually prasing you, but jeering at you for horrible performance.

'This is a shirt for all of you whom feel you've done...' Shows that I am treating the reader as if he is a traitor so that he shall feel guilty because he is definately not.

'It could be treated like a Medal..' Medals are usually awarded for army personal which have performed well, by mentioning that the medal which has been bought states that he does not deserve it.

Now you've seen the big picture of my objective. Here's a few picture which describes how this speeches are usually performed.
(Ignore the last picture)

Jeering off
-Fish

Boom De ya-da~

2009-11-06T05:10:00.000-08:00

A great song to listen because exams are over!

Remember remember the fifth of November.

2009-11-05T10:40:00.000-08:00

Happy fifth of November my fellow anonymous!

-Fish

Yes, things definately just got personal.

2009-11-04T02:49:00.000-08:00

This blog is being turned into a personal blog, and therefore I shall blog on things under my purview instead of ranting on other things. Today I seriously have no idea what to talk about. Perhaps, yes! Schools, my class's attendance is 10/30. That's pretty cool.

Gigihfags came over to my class and played football till Mr.Mong(Physics) came over and scolded them. Today went to James Tan, learned the Form 5 add maths, must say that I hope the rest of the chapters remain as easy as the first. But hoping doesn't mean it will be true.

That's pretty much it for today, but yesterday? Hoho, yesterday was a good day! Another reunion of the LeetProfessors. It does me proud to see all the boyos gathered in one team again.

Good times with weapons again!
I really miss them old days, we were shouting at the cyber and laughing so hard at the times.

Thats all that concludes my post for today. I remembered I had a thousand ideas to post about. Forget it, I'd probabbly do some in-depth interview on how I blog and think for the Class Blog which I would like to remind you guys is 4Yakin.blogspot.com

Cheers
-Fish

-and Finally,

2009-10-28T22:48:00.000-07:00

Note: This is a dark philosophy from my brain, sensitive emo people are suggested to read this in full. If you found out what this is under, do tell me. Specifically, I know its damn Psychology.

This is my final post before renovating a new type of blogging. I'm turning over a few leaves. As finals, I'd prefer to end eras with a 'Bang'. This is perhaps the most brain damaging post. Only recently have I recovered from this thought. Let me put all my aces on the table and..

We Are All Hypocrites.

No denying it. Perhaps almost every man whom is on the surface of this planet is called a hypocrite, of what? Everything.
A hypocrite is a person whom gives opinions which does not lie within his agreement of purview effected by other's opinions.
Watch as I relate this to another topic.
Parents, Mass Media, Friends. These are people whom are said as "people whom affect our lives".
As they take effect with our lives, our opinions are tampered with, and becomes second nature.
In conclusion: We are all hypocrites. The only way you can get an honest opinion is by a man whom have concealed himself in a white room with no exposure towards the world.

Agreed? But there's a optimistic side to this. After some time of thinking, you might realize that too, but let me just tell you to save your thinking time and effort. While using my contrast towards my opinion, you will realize that each of us, are not brought up by similar Parents, Mass Media, Friends.
What does this produce? A horde of hypocritically blissful originality which turns my idea in a cycle.

Now it is up to you to decide which opinion to select. This goes to show practicing what you like which others feel are weird is not weird,but hypocritically original or just say original. Imagine, if I like jelly, but he likes cake. Two men who like jelly comes with me and says he's weird for liking cake. Then five men whom prefer cake call us, 3 men weird for liking jelly. Open your mind.

This ends my final post as a Bllurbot,
Still, tune in soon enough for a new era.
-Bllur

Philosophy of Bllur

2009-09-27T09:51:00.000-07:00

I have made a new archive of Label onto my blogger, philosophy.

These are posts which I believe forms a better you, and should be re-read

and thoughts should be put at it so that you can be a better man.

Sorry for not have blogging these days, you can check my updates at

4yakin.blogspot.com anyway.

Note: If you don't get it at first, you may in the future.

Forgive me for the low-standard english in most of those posts, because

few were from a long time ago

Cheers,

Bllur

YOU GUYS!

2009-08-27T22:15:00.000-07:00

I've just came back from my friend's blog, Wei or something, I checked some of his old posts, and I found out, when he listed what he wanted for his birthday, he got it from his friends!! I'm gonna list mine too!
Firstly,

I would like a Particle accelerator.

Moreover, a Space Shuttle.

A Nuclear Missle(with a launch pad thx) =)

A Cloning machine.

A One-Way Teleporter

and finally King Leonidas

Aint that just all?

2009-08-24T09:37:00.000-07:00

Frankly, I've not been doing my job as a blogger mainly because of the class blog. My hypertension while blogging in my own ranting about topics currently got so epic until I sweat while blogging; rage blogging.

I'd try to stop, but there will be randomisation posts which are done out of pure rage towards those whom mainly I come across.

These days, it seems I come across Emo people and Tweeters more often than usual. Perhaps their population is rising due to my absence! I'd have to get rid of them, one by one! But before that, I might have some interesting topics I could discuss because there are upcoming events for my schledue. Such as, a trip to the petting zoo, the holidays, Librarian-goodbye-to-the-seniors party, and a few more.

Cheers,
Bllur

What?

2009-08-06T04:56:00.000-07:00

I'm not missing, Its just the heat
The heat's all over at 4Yakin's blog,
Go check it out!
"Huh what blog?" - A concerned reader
Its the Four Yakin's offical blog, made by a collaboration of The Silent, The Corrector and The Bllur! Its FREKING AWESOME!!
"Really, I wanna go I wanna go!" - A concerned reader
Ok, Follow me to
www.4yakin.blogspot.com

YES! YES!

cheers,
Bllur

Explination 3: Run like hell.

2009-08-01T21:55:00.000-07:00

The day the old canteen closed,
The announcement by the headmasters were accompanied by jeers and shouts of anger.
Everybody hated the new canteen. I dont blame the canteen, they're new; not experienced enough to cook to the standards of the old canteen.
But with the 'first day review' given by the students, they all protested on opening back the old canteen as an option.
The government(teachers) assured the students that we have already been leeching our neighbour for too long and need to become indipendant now.

The citizens didn't mind taking this, it was ok that they enforced rules against smugglers of the old canteen, its ok that they took action on students whom buy from there, the main thing that ticked everyone off was the fact that the government(teachers) themselves bought from the canteen, and even commented :
It is optional for teachers but not optional for students, you want to have freedom to chose? Become a teacher!
As this klutzy teacher threatened this, he just added oil into the fire.
He was then subjected to a roten tomato rain.

Next week, I was assigned to the rooftop squad of the old canteen.
I had to cross over to my neighbour and took cover on their roof.
Not long later, a crowd is seen in a distance. As the crowd came nearer, more people joined the crowd. The chanting became louder.
"Freedom" the leader shouted
"Of Canteen!" the crowd of thousands of students shouted following
"Freedom"
"Of Canteen!"

The crowd was then face to face with the riot squad assigned below.
A grief silence was then put.
My squad and I stood ready with our gas grenade launcher.
The Lineman squad stood en-guard with their shields, prepared for anything.
The protesters started throwing insults towards the riot squad.
The squad stood like bricks.
Soon, one lunatic protestor ran out with a pistol and started shooting at the riot squad. The riot squad took cover and a sniper on the roof top shot him dead.

Moving more mountains

2009-07-29T03:38:00.000-07:00

The Clock's moving seriously slow for me this week, provided I'm not sleeping. I'm sick, and Its exam week, awesome. I got some, Hybrid like sickness, Hot+cold+ache+sneezing+coughing. Anyway, the following passage should be read together with the song from the video there

The administrator says
"You can begin now"
As I drew my pencil and pen, I knew it was to be used only for justice.
I wrote and wrote and wrote, sure, my sickness got the better of me sometimes, but I just resisted it and keep writing.
Every word I wrote gave a stab to me through every one of my cells and I still had to carry on.
My quest is almost complete.
Drops of sweat came running down my head, *plip plopped* onto the paper.
I ran out of lead.
I reached out for the lead refill. It was stuck.
I penetrated my pen inside to unclog it.
Three leads came rushing out.
With haste, I drew them and placed them into the lead pencil.
and my journey was resumed.
By then, the administrator said,
"Time's up"
I was done.
This was definately, a mountain moved.

Please note: that this was all true and just a small stretch and stressing is involved. And it is serious that I am in terrible pain with aches around mah body while performing the exam, and the 3 leads came flying out really happened xD.

Cheers,
Bllur

Explination 2 : Pending

2009-07-24T05:36:00.000-07:00

A screeching sound was heard in my ears from the explosion.

I turned left, and right and saw Eli and Ryan pulling me back while the others are firing their wepaons towards the rpg-man.

Bassador took a rough check on me and sai

"He'll live, give him his rifle!"

I then caught the rifle and took a deep breath.
I shot my gun in bursts supressing them, while my team's sniper sets up his rifle.

*Pa para paraprapapapa*
gunfires heard from every side.

*Zheeuum* *Chekh klak* *kling kling kling*
*Zheeuum*Check klak* *kling kling kling*
the sniper went off finishing off the last one of them.

Eli: Damn, these riots get heavier every time.
Myself: Ok, check in, head count.
June: six sir!
Ryan: That'd be five if I don't get a medic soon! I'm shot.
Ryan said gasply.

Soon enough, another helicopter arrived and brought us back.

My name is Fanthagers, I'm the leader of this squad of six men.
We have never been called so many times until, well some time ago.
Its chaos down at the Alliance Of Class Presidents, people complaining, even the bilik guru's a mess. Jeers thrown towards the teachers and others.
This incident was not very long ago.
D-day was the worst day ever, casualties were high, the riots were huge and we just had a hard time putting them out. Now they're a little more dispersed and it would be easier to take them on.
What day am I talking about?
The day the old canteen was closed.

The Lineman

2009-07-23T04:26:00.000-07:00

"What the Hell" was the last message I recieved from a concerned reader. So, I'll explain, I rushed the last post, and the post was made out of pure anger and still had relevance to the topic. I only hope that you might understand my post one day for it contains a very valuble moral value which one should use to prevent from getting into fights and ecctera.

This is a story written by some author by the name of Aoki Tan from Malaysia, I found it quite interesting and decided to put it in the facility. His description of this essay was.

"This is an essay which is for my English thingy which I needed to get a Narrative Essay. So I just started writing and I have a feeling BllurBlogger was going to post this in his blog, so I'll take this time to say that this has no relevance to Bllur V/S the World , Crucial, Emo Democracy, Tweeter's Wrath, Crucial and finally Explination. I believe that he is currently writing drafts for Explination which is a bitch and I am definately not writing this with a gun pointed into my head by an M.E.B, some of the spellings may be screwed up and discretion is recommended"

“The Lineman”

“Business, should never become personal” This is a lesson I had to learn the hard way. My name is John Dreidel, I run a drug trafficking racket in the United States, a.k.a Land of the free. People refer to me as ‘the hoodlums’, ‘the damned’, etcetera etcetera, but I don’t see them earning a million dollars an hour. The Government? I have a racket that’s twice the size of the White House. I leave my mansion every day wearing a brand new Italian tuxedo with a large smile on my face knowing that I’m going to breeze through another day without pressure sitting in my office counting my money. Hey, you can’t blame me, I’ve earned it, I too used to be just like the junkies working for me, risking my life running down those streets.

I got managers to help me with whatever I need, A horde of corrupted lawyers watching my steps. Whatever wrong I did could be covered up, sealed and buried the next day. I definitely was living the American Dream, then. Oh, not to mention my affiliates, Geoff Salamander, one wise old man whom is still in the business, he can be a real lifesaver sometimes, Chet Neo, The muscle of the team and last but not least, Franko Baltic, my favourite manager, he has saved me numerous times and I owe a great deal to him, but I do share him more of the wealth than the others, he could be said as my business partner.

Yeah, life was always so easy since I earned this position, until one day, A random private detective started to pursue me. Yes, I have proven myself ‘Innocent’ towards many detectives, but this specific detective did not give up at an instant. He wears a large fedora and walks around with his collars opened so that nobody could identify his face. Every time he seemed to have disappeared, he just pops right back to my face. He has already closed many of my rackets specifically and I fear for the worst. It seems as if he’s always one step ahead of me, I attempt to make another step, and he is right there in front of me. By then, I knew that he was working amongst me.

I interrogated every one of my affiliates, and none was found guilty. I was paranoid and panic-stricken. Geoff advised me to stay calm and think very carefully on whom could be the spy. I took his advise and went to my reading room. As I sat down on my favorite armchair beside the fireplace and gave a deep sigh to get my mind straight, I took off my glasses, and thoughts started buzzing through.

“That Geoff is really nice to me”
“Perhaps a little too nice”
“Could he be the spy?”
“He’s a friendly ol’ chap, Id doubt so”
“He’s not really that kind of person”

Everyday, he seemed to look more suspicious and I start to feel uneasy to discussing plans with him. I made the most irrational decision I had ever made in my life, I murdered Geoff in cold blood. Still, the private detective was on the move, still steps ahead of me.

With the power of a senator and the mindset of panic of a 7 year old, I murdered Chet Neo too. I couldn’t be too sure. I ordered my bodyguards to be alert and pulled many men back to my mansion to make sure. Its about time when the other gangs found out that their leader’s death has been caused by me. I was afraid of not only the police but my own friends.
I jumped every time I heard a sudden loud noise such as a door being slammed or being tapped on the back without knowing. I was in a state of obsession on trying to find out who was the Private detective till I started twitching at certain thoughts of him. I had to get my mind straight before even thinking more about this, a walk at the park would be good,

It was a summer’s morning and I invited Franko Baltic to take a stroll with me around the park. Of course, a few guards were standing by watching me from a distance. Just walking through the park, Franko Baltic and me were both having small talk.

Suddenly, I bumped into somebody. He was wearing a fedora, with his collars opened and hands in his pocket. I dropped behind and started shouting as if I were giving a battle cry and drew my pistol. Everybody in the park stared and a few started to take steps back. The man whom wore the fedora had an awkward look on his face before noticing the gun and as his first instinct was to run. I took an aim at the running man and gave him five shots on his back. He tumbled down rolling. His mouth was wide open and eyes stared deep into oblivion. Franko Baltic stood motionlessly. I went up to the dead corpse and laughed maniacally.

I jumped into the car and drove off. Franko then began to speak;
“You are aware that It might be impossible to get you out of this, but I’ll try my best.” said Franko.
“Thanks a lot Franko, what would I do without you.” I said.
“What are friends for, eh?” Franko said.
We both gave a heartedly laugh.
“Anyway, give me the gun, I’ll make sure that it is disposed of correctly so that the cops wont find it.” said Franko
I handed him my gun and we grinned at each and other and he gave me a wink.

I returned home and gone straight to bed as if a giant burden has been lifted from me. The next day, I woke up, took a warm glass of milk and enjoyed the scenery through my balcony only to notice, right outside my house two Metal-plated vans stopped in front of my house with writted FBI in front of it, I just knew it was trouble.
I made an escape towards the back of my house. As I ran away, I looked back and heard sounds of gunfire.

I ran as fast as I could away, and just when I thought I escaped a man in a Fedora stopped in front of me and shot me in the left leg. I turned away with fear and limped towards the alley. I reached into my pocket, just remembering I was not wearing my jacket and therefore had no gun to defend myself. I sat there, staring at the one only exit, which was soon blocked by the man in the Fedora. He took small paces walking towards me and the light was blocking my eyes so I couldn’t identify who was he.
He stopped right in front of me.

“Well, well, well, I finally got’ya”

Just hearing his voice, I could tell. It was Franko Baltic.

“Franko, I thought we were friends!” I said
“I know, I know, but you see, I’m authority” says Franko Baltic waving his FBI badge around.
“I’m sorry it has to be this way Mr. Dreidel, but I’m just doing my job, I hope this doesn’t come between our friendship” said Franko Baltid

I was lifted by two big-sized men and put on the Van. The next time I woke up, I was behind bars. The calls I am allowed to make are to my lawyers and every single one of them answered the same thing.

“No”

I was assigned to a Public lawyer which of course, lost the case because the others not only had eye-witnesses of the murder, but the gun which did it too. The Drugs were no help on getting me a bail, but made the penalty worst. After months of flawless defeat from the other lawsuit, I was given the highest sentence they could give, Death sentence.

As I write this in the jail cell before departing for the next world with a shortcut of being put on an electric chair instead of happening naturally, I would like to stress the last conversation I had with Franko Baltic as a sign of we are still friends despite the conflict we have in business.

“Tell me, Why didn’t you arrest me the day I hired you?” I asked him
“Well, I wasn’t actually ready, yet, I didn’t have the proof and all.” He replied.
“You’re really dedicated to your job ,eh?” I said
He gave a giggle.
“Yeah I am.” Franko says.
“One thing that’s kicking me is thinking of where the money of the trafficking will be going to, in that bureau evidence room, will it ever be touched again?” I asked
“Well, I’ll tell you a little secret, The bureau doesn’t actually store all the money for it to gather-dust, we actually take most of it, and store the rest.” He said
“There are no angels in this world , Dreidel, only Policemen” he said while resting his fedora on his head and walking off with his coat in his left hand.

By the time you read this, John Dreidel should be no more, and even though I don’t live, at least my story lives on.

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Through The Fire and Flames I carry on.

2009-07-16T06:06:00.000-07:00

Ok. No, seriously, I have to start posting on explination, or itd be boring.
Ok, by through the fire and flames, I do hear the song by Dragonforce and Loves it. But I'm talking as if, I'm walking through fire and flames metaphorically. C'mon, wouldn't you be angry If I made you walk through fire and flames? ....I thought yes.

So moving on to today's topic, which I have came to fond so much this week is Opinions.
Ok, this is the reason why I'm so mad.
Let me tell you what is opinions.
Definition of dictionary.com
a belief or judgment that rests on grounds insufficient to produce complete certainty.
Redifined by me as
Opinions are commets given to others on a certain topics and should remain on contact with subject.
Now tell me, when was the last time you said this phrase to somebody after their opinion.
"You suck"
Ok, let us slow down a little. It is way too hands-on.
Now let for say, A man named Calvin Likes Kelvin Klein Shirts, while a doood named Polol likes Polo T-shirts.
Now let me Initiate the conversation

Aoki: Ok, En-guard, no Hitting below the belts, and fight.
Polol: Hey, I like Polo T-shirts you know? The horse looks great.
Calvin: Yeah, that ok, but In my opinion I prefer the Kelvin Klein T shirts with the Logos and all.
Polol: Cool.
Aoki: Hai, End fight. Ok you're dismissed.

and Now for say a man named Weng likes Long hair girls, while a man named Beng likes Short hair girls.(I dont mean to be stereotypical here)
Now let me Initiate the conversation

Aoki: En-guard, no hitting below the belts, Now, Fight!
Weng: Hei, see that chiobu there, Long hair le, not bad not bad.
Beng: Chih, Where can lar, so ugly, See, now thats a chiobu right there, short hair smore no need long hair to cover their ugly shoulders.
Weng: Weh, kaubu face, you better jia sai ar, Long hair so much better le, You no machibai eyes got problem ar, no tastebuds ar, mother never teach you how to say ABC ar.
Beng: Wa Kanininama eh chi gong thai bo song Lu eh Kaniniaubu eh Zhou Zhong Shi Pa Thai ar kaniinama eh chi bai lan jiao sai kong jia ker sai jia jia sai lar!
Weng: Lai lar!
*Fight*
Aoki:Hai, End fight, can continue at carpark. Now go off.

Do you get my point now? Opinions are not supposed to be given to franking opinion serve someone, Is point of view, not anything not realted to topic. Give an opinion on the topic, dont condemn the person whom threw the opinion. Give your point of view. Yeech, Ive already stopped giving opinions under certain topics to many nubs starting from the few days ago and I can say I am feeling Great since I did so, but the starting of the week.. was a bitch.
And please note, that this post was purely rushed and did not really put much thought on to and may contain offensive or fraud material which is not useful under certain eroticism.

Cheers,
Bllur

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Take It Like A Spartan

2009-07-11T05:50:00.000-07:00

That's what Id usually say to a person I kill in games.
OK, ill skip the intro of pa paparapra things and letting suspense and throw the topic right on your face.
I hate a part of the world. I said it.
I hate the haters of the full world, they are amongst them.
You see, there's a difference.
A person whom hates the world, is blindly hating the world without knowing the fact that there are more to love of the world, such as Ice Hockey, Canada, Keanu Reeves.
He mindlessly subjects to hating the world due to a hypocritical oath or something.
While the Passion Of hate which I have grown so fond of which you might realise, consists of many people such as Emos, Tweets, Burritos, Lala, and the list goes on, which are most people whom appear much in Malaysia because my range of information of the outside world to hate is very small.
So, now, a new limited edition version patched updated one has arised and I just remembered how many people whom care and counts on Bllur would be offended, and I'm not going to say it.
This shall remain a topic which teaches you on Hating the world, and hating specific sides of the world.

Got'ya didn't I?
That wasn't the main objective of the post, unfortunately.
Yes, sure it Is one of my opinion, but not exactly the one I'm going for.
You see, take the above sentence as an example.
'So, now a new limited edition version patched upadted one has arised, is a statement to present.
'and I just remembered how many people will be offended'.

Now tell me, for say I have used to computer for 3 years and typed and used it all the time, wouldn't I know whats the button on top of \ and at the right of =. Yes, the Backspace Button!
The Backspace Button is a magical tools which instead of making words come out of the screen, makes it disappear. WA WAIT, don't press it, now you'll only go to the page behind. See, it is a magical tool. Do not miss it out, or it will come to you tonight wake you up, just to kill you when you have a last glance of the huge button with carved writings: Backspace <---- which starts stabbing you with the arrow until you die, and will consume your soul into the database and there you will serve the computer as primary slave and STOP! Ok, now Go, If you have the backspace button, and you are saying something you don't want people to hear, use it. Or, it is an alter ego which takes over your body and makes you say it out and say, 'I remembered (Insert excuse) towards you guys'. Do not be an idiot and believe and be a bitch and ask, 'hey, what is it lar'. Please, goodness sake. Its like, Hobos on crack. This shows that the person is attempting to be smart and says an offensive or standalone statement while attempting to cover it up(horribly lamely). If you have an offensive statement, say it, or keep it. Don't play on the border.

for example.
Tommy is a Homosexual
Blogger: Uh, Tommy, he's a little, well I shouldn't be even posting this, heh.

You watch and see. I only hope that next time you will be smarter than the person whom is acting it out.

This has been a presentation of the Bllur's Online Research Facility Enrichment Centre,
Bllur.

Do You Like My Blog, Yes/No.

2009-07-05T06:14:00.000-07:00

I'm taking this post from "Explination" or "Crucial" to remind youself of a question many of you might be asked of. I have seen this happen in many blogs such as.. well, almost five. The deceased that people might actually put these question is stressful to the reader.

Ok, Let me take this question in a way of the point of view of the answerer.
I enter a site. Hoping to know more and assume more gossip of a person's life to turn it against him which would add drama to my life and hopefully makes me not the bad guy and be the saint and prove to him that I am a nice guy so that I may have him as a friend and hopefully he goes rich and I could be one of his buddieess.

Letting that aside, reading his blog, and he puts a question bar right on top of the chatbox. You were aiming at the chatbox so you could suck up on how awesome the post which it really wasn't or you're intentions are to spam. Just right there the question is thrown directly on to your face.

"DO YOU LIKE MY BLOG"
"YES =)"
"NO =("

Watching this question, you will go "WTF..I'm feeling so clicker-happy now, I have to answer this or if I dont, bill gates wont earn 5 cents."
You then wonder "I don't really like this blog, and I think its as bad as watching colourfull dog poop" You will move your cursor to the No button.
Now you see the sad face. This indicates that the question host is indirectly telling you
"YOU DONT FUCKING CLICK THIS BUTTON"
hehehehehe..
*clears throat*
So you think "If i click this button, he'd go offended and all and will go on an emo post-spree on how he is misunderstood and nobody understands what he says"
To take a counter-measure, You be a hyprocrate and click the Yes button with the Smiley Face.
Great job, EsE, Great job, You did it for the better good.

But is it, now?

Cheers,
Bllur

Explination : Part 1: Walk Like A Man.

2009-07-02T21:57:00.000-07:00

*Proop* *Druuuup*

Sounds of the echo of boots and batons in a coordination.

A man whom is around 5'8 height, wearing long fitting clothes marched back and fourth, stopped, and began to shout.

Commander Benningfield: Stand Attention!

The men erected their backs and the sounds of the gears and pouches on their body dangled.

Men: Sir, Yes Sir!

The expressionless faces on the men could be seen to be focused, some even sweated in stress.

Commander Benningfield: Do you maggots remember why you joined the force?!

The six Men standing in front of him shouted back at the same time

Men: I've Joined the force to server my school, Sir!

Commander Benningfield: Well then, You'd better'd get started.

As benningfield opens a door behind him. There was a dim radiance of fire at a distance, people running in groups towards a wired gate in groups.

*Delta Moving in*(radio)

The seven men ran towards the gate, fully equiped with a thick tactical shield, a baton and riot gear. They managed to reach the area of the gate, hitted the people climbing down and pushed and supressed them away.

The sound of boo's and hisses are heard from the crowd's side.

A helicopter is chopping on top of them and the mike was turned on.

*Kherk* Please disperse or we shall take you down by force. *Kherk*

"Get down get down get down!!" one of the riot squad said.

One of the riot men said, you'll have to take us.

The riot began throwing stones at the riot squad.

The pilot on the helicopter then saw it and radioed

Pilot: It's getting messy down there, get them some help.

As the riot squad shielded themselves with their tactical shield from rocks, a small division of gas men was gathered on the building.

The gas men waited for 10 seconds. The riot was still throwing stones, they began shooting the gas grenades.

The riot squad put on their gas mask and started chasing after the dispersing and running riot.

They fell like flies. As they Plastic cuffed the captured ones, others were running.

As the riot squad stood there looking at the running crowd, there was a sorrowness around them. Nobody said a word, the only sound was the burning of textbooks and smoke hissings.

*Kherk*
Radio: This is command, report in.
Ryan: Ryan, check
Eli: Eli, check.
Corale: Corale, check.
June: June, check.
Bassador: Bassador, check.
Fanthagers: Fanthagers, check.
Radio: Report back to base, then. Guard posts, Assume control.

The riot squad then returned to base on a helicopter. On the way back:
June: RPG!
*Zheuuuu, BOOM*
Pilot: I can't hold it on much longer. Mayday mayday, prepare for impact.
*Krruush* the helicopter crashed.

Micheal Jackson: Condemned to death.

2009-06-26T21:34:00.000-07:00

You see Micheal Jackson, you call him a rapist, a pedophile, a fake. He may be all of those things. When he dies, you say, wow that's a relief, he'd wont rape anyone anymore eh? You may remember Micheal Jackson of his daftness acts he has performed during his life. I for one, shall remember him of his music. His art! If a person draws a picture, you're supposed to compliment or condemn the picture, not the artist. wtf is everybody thinking?! "Omgz, Jackson Iz T3H P4rNSTRAaa!!!!1111ONE"
Listen to his songs, Don't watch his personal life, It's a life's decision, pedophilism. '
Let this be a moral to every one of you. As long as an artist's art can pass a message, don't condemn the artist of what he has done.

B V/S World: Life's Philosophy

2009-06-19T21:02:00.000-07:00

The philosophy of life has been defined by many lecturers, doctors and philosophers. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention, sorry EMO people.

There are many philosophers of Emo people, I have to mention, but I couldn't or Bllurblogger looks bad~.(Quoted from south park).

Ok, now philosophy if Emo thru life is. If Love is involved, it sucks, which in mathematical reasoning would equal to this equation

This was taken picture from an expert emo calculator Philosopher in his stream

eh, so the chances are slim, but there still is a chance. We have to stop it from breeding so that the world could be rid of emo.

So, as you realised from the equation, the one main source of emo is through puppy love, which was forgot to put into count. But is irrelevant, possibly. Because puppy love is under cause, not equations, so it doesnt really matter.

0.894% is still a chance, that means, one out of a thousands emo people end up getting married instead of die at a young age before their 20s.

Now, for a different philosophy, is the people whom feel that "I may look happy on the outside, But in the inside.. I'm totally a sad person. This type also has an equation of their own. By the same philosopher whom has written the first one.

As you see, the whole theory about YG is a fake and is a stunt to attempt of getting attention. Which was mostly abused and seen in Korean Dramas*(excellent source of wannabes and people whom think they're One Man Armies.

More Emo Genres to cover up soon
Cheers,
Bllur Blogger

B V/S World: Emo Democracy

2009-06-19T07:19:00.000-07:00

New Pictures must be accompanied by new posts eh?

So I'm here to talk about Emo Democracy.
The emo Culture has been startled and is now very active. The number of Emo people are starting to increase rapidly. It has even reached a Defcon 2 state.
My fellow readers, we have a problem here. To contribute to the "War Against Emo-ism"
Please check all of the people in your same house. Your parents, which are highly unlikely, your Siblings.

Please do remember to wear your anti-emo gear. If you do not have one, I urge you to purchase one at your nearest defensive store. If you so happen to not have gear, and the State of Emo(SOE) of that person is dangerously high, please call the nearest anti-emo squadron which will immediately arrive and quarantine the emo suspected.

To contribute in a higher scale, do check your friends for being emo and help them. If they're not emo or are not aware of this, give them a proper mask to prevent them from being infected.
Avoid going to places which are crowded. Avoid places with aircons with many people around(Emo cells are more active when exposed to aircon). If you start having symptoms (Sneezing), immediately conatact your doctor. Also avoid travelling to countries which are under A state of Emo Unsecurity.

Stay Safe

Edwin, this one is for you.

2009-06-09T06:19:00.001-07:00

Respect
-Aoki

Even More Crap

2009-06-04T04:36:00.000-07:00

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