This shit R.O.C.K.S!

I've just had one of the most wonderful shit EVER. And I mean E.V.E.R. It's the kind of shit experience that gets you moaning with extreme pleasure. Yea. It was so good, the experience was nearly orgasmic. If shit is always this good, then I don't mind doing away with sex; not that I've had sex before, but oh well, what the heck.

And come to think about it, I think "shit" shouldn't be considered as a cuss word, due to the very bliss it brings. I mean come on, who in this world don't enjoy taking a shit, unless you're having constipation of course, which Camile Velasco is seem to be having every other day. Oops, is she my 2nd favourite Idol? Geez. *puts hands to mouth* Anyways, I think from now onwards, I'm gonna use the word "shit" with a positive conotation to it. Like... "I shit you" instead of "I love you". Or... "This tastes shit!" for "This tastes good". And especially for my dearest Azmi of course, "You look shit today", in exchange for "You look sek today". Hey, I meant it in a good way. And yes, this new trend can only apply to me. No one else can use "shit" in a positive context, mmkay. Deal? Deal.

So yea... I think the faeces I excreted today was a joint lump between the waste yesterday and the waste today. Tee hee. I think the KFC chicken and cheese fries I ate yesterday took a little while longer to digest as compared to the reheated cheese fries I ate this afternoon and my Mom's rendang with rice. Yes Ridzal, I said r.i.c.e. cooked by my Mom. Oh yea, not forgetting Makcik Pondok Paradise's Mee Soup. Yep yep. I feel great now. Like... I had multiple orgasms or something. Yea yea, all my analogies/comparisons/or whatever you call these cool shit are sex-related, so sue me.

Oh yea... I watched Meet the Folks yesterday. The parents are so dumb. I mean the son is dumb too. I guess both the son and parents know that the girl who wins this thing isn't really gonna be the son's wife, or whatever, you know. So why bother to sieve all the bad girls? As in character-wise. If you know that this thing is just a game, then why don't you boot all those ugly-looking ones, and let your son screw the best looker then dump her? Haha, I know that this is a bit shallow on my part, but heck, the Dad told the Mom that this is just a game. Then, treat it like a game. Anyways, I still think Tarin is the best-looking one... and who cares if she can't commit and has a lot of boyfriends? She's probably a Gemini and you can't blame her for being Ge-mi-ni. God. Hee hee. And anyways, I think it's gonna be a challenge for the son to keep the girl hooked and committed to him. It's going to be so much more interesting isn't it? Rather than having a lover who's all committed and stuff. I mean, well, you have your dog. You don't need another one. Whoops. What am I saying? Tee hee.

And I would rather dump Chelsea that pathological liar than Tarin the Miss-No-Commitment. I mean, heck, you can make a woman committed if you know the ropes to doing that, but it's hard to make a liar, especially a pathological one, turn over a new leaf. The parents are dumb. So dumb. And Chelsea looks like a ghost when she wakes up in the morning. Not that I don't, but the other girls were so much better-looking, even when they just got out of bed. Meanwhile Chelsea looks so... well, a bit scary. I think she should have taken up the role of Pontianak Harum Sundal Malam instead of Maya Karin. Oh well, Shuhaimi Baba probably doesn't even know that Chelsea exist. So yea. I'm crappy.

And yea... I like the new outlook of Blogger. I think it's cool. And it's got some nice new templates too. I have this urge to change my template to one of the custom one provided, but considering the effort and time I wasted on this template, I guess not. And... well, I've chose that nice template for the Kuntetz blog anyways. As in the original, old Kuntet blog? Haha. That is gonna be a crap blog man. I'm gonna be all Minah-ish and spout nonsense there. So yea. You want nice innocent posts? You get nice innocents posts. It's so easy to compromise with me, isn't it you Ronald-mate?!

Oh, another thing... I've been absent for two days... tee hee. Both on Monday and Tuesday. I guess I feel great now, after the two days off. Even tho' I'm still a little sleepy since I wasn't able to catch on sufficient sleep for those two days. (Firah is gonna bitchslap me for this! Tee hee.) But I guess, it's all good, you know. And Dina asked me to join her and her friends to Tanjong Beach at Sentosa this Saturday. Initially she just said Tanjong Beach and I was like where the heck is Tanjong Beach? Batam?! Is she nuts or what. (Oh yea, this reminds me... Shahirah and the rest of us are supposed to save $50 so that we can go visit Batam, heh.) So then she said it's in Sentosa and was like explaining to me the purity of the water and the softness of the sand or something like that plus highlighting to me that the place is deserted, which ultimately hints to me that she's prolly organizing an orgy there. I mean, why would you want such a comfortable place for? Especially, a deserted one! Anyways, yea, gonna ask the rest whether they would wanna hang out at Tanjong Beach after the Institute Day nonsense this Sat. I mean the sound of the words "soft sand" appeals to me, very much. Tee hee. But, oh well, I dunno. I have a bunch of pigs as friends, so yea... They're all lazy bums.

Hmmm... This is a long entry I see. So yea. I guess I've got nothing else to say other than I look so much like the pretty Mutya Buena that it makes me wanna tear in thankfulness while asking God what good have I done that he bestowed me with such grace. I'm touched.