Eamon sucks.

Aku macam nak termuntah dan terberakkan all those shit that I ate at McDonalds just now. Urghghhhghhhgh... Anyways, ok, on 2nd thought, the song Fuck It(Don't Want You Back) sounds well, not bad, but it's just that guy's voice which seems to irritate the life out of me. Eamon sucks. Stupid piece of dung. Umur 20 tahun tapi suara cam 12 tahun. Ada hati nak nyanyi plakk tuuuu... Isssshhhhhsshhhhshhh... Dahlaa aku nak terberak nih... Arghghhhhh... ok I think I shall go shit first before continue blogging.

You undo me and move me
In ways undefined
And you're all I see
And you're all I need
Help me baby
Help me baby

Hee hee... Dah aku nak gi berak.

Continued...

Mmkay... my stomach feels much better. Ok, I dunno what to talk about now... Oh yeah, I just don't know why I get over stuff fast, I mean, it makes me look dumb. Like... I'm supposed to be angry at something, and I do, but after three seconds, I'll be fine. I mean, that pisses me off. I'm supposed to be a crazy fucked-up ho with a stanky attitude.
Or... I will be angry for ten minutes, waiting for someone to console me, but eventually, I will still get over the whole thing, without any comfort from anyone. Wassap with that?! And I really mean it. I absolutely hate the fact that I get over stuff too easily. Even at times when I shouldn't. Like for example, say, if I go thru maybe, I dunno, a nasty break up let's say, I'm supposed to mourn over it for probably a year, but instead, I see myself probably getting sad or crying for like less than an hour and then prolly dancing my ass off to some hot Latino numbers?! I mean, a scenario like that, just... isn't right. And I like to be right. And my stupid fucking stomach hurts again. Like, what the fuck? I'm too tired and lazy to go back to the toilet, you stanky asshole. Piss off you crazy fucked-up rectum. Insane large intestine. Ok, side issue; I hate male MTV Vjs... They just look too pretty to be males.... I mean, stop that whole metrosexual shit. With the spiky hair, and the neatly-trimmed goatee. Not that I dig butches, and I mean REAL BUTCHES as in those beefy, sweaty, hairy men... I mean, butches are disgusting. But boys who are too pretty are disgusting too. Ok I want to puke, so I gotta change the channel now. Mmkay, better now. I wud rather look at Ginger's ugly face. Anyways Ginger is the ugly-looking redneck from some Nickelodeon cartoon.
Ok, back to what I was talking about. I hate the fact that I relent easily too. And I hate comforting. Ok I don't really hate it. I do enjoy making people feel good. But... well, no one consoles me when I'm down. So fuck that! Ok, prolly my mom, but her consoling method sucks. She will buy me stupid stuffs to make me feel better. I mean, ok yeah it does stroke my ego a little, but it's crap consoling. Ok, maybe there is someone who does console me when I'm down, but well, it's just not good enuff. No wait... ok actually I dunno what's good enuff for me. Ok, the point is, I console almost everyone. But when it's my turn, there's only like 2 people who will do the shit that I do for like, almost 327 people. Ok I'm exaggerating. And actually, this whole issue doesn't bother me that much. However, I just feel like I should bitch today(despite the fact that I'm having an endorphine attack).... so oh well.
GRRRHURRRBLUARRGHHHGRRRRAARRR.... Ok that's another endorphines attack spasm. Hee hee. I think, I shall extend my Happy Days to 28 March, cos I just remembered something... so, yeaaaaaaaa....

Anyways to Hannan, if you're reading this, stop being so grouchy, sad, unhappy whatever you call whatever you're feeling, you stanky ass ho. Hee hee. Cos... I'm gonna trasmit my endorphines yet again. Better accept it, and don't give me that whole rejected, negative response shit, or whatever you call that process. Ok, this doesn't sound so nice, so I'm gonna rephrase everything again.
Dear Hannan,
Please do not feel down. I don't know why you're down, probably cos you're pregnant, oops, ignore that. Probably cos you're not happy with something, someone or whatever ever, but well, why should you be affected by those negative influences(?)... cos(you know why?)... it's great to be happy. Thus, please accept my final Endorphines Transmission. Thank you.
Is that polite and courteous enuff for you stanky ass biatch? Hee hee, you know I was just kidding. I still love you. And all the other Kuntets. And the whole of human race. Thus... I'm gonna dedicate this song to the world....

I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.

I see skies of blue and clouds of white
The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night
And I think to myself what a wonderful world.

The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people going by
I see friends shaking hands saying how do you do
They're really saying I love you.

I hear babies crying, I watch them grow
They'll learn much more than I'll never know
And I think to myself what a wonderful world
Yes I think to myself what a wonderful world...

.....GRRRURRGHHARRRWARRGHHHKARRKAARRGRRRARRR.....