Musclebrain.

Ever felt like you are somewhat awake, but you refuse to learn anything new?

You know you can go on physically, but mentally, you perform worse than a chimpanzee.

What have I done to deserve this?

I hate being optimistic.

Well, that's enough of complaints. Go into war with my final quiz. Then exactly one week to go through 12 weeks of shit, then finals.

Woopee-fucking-do.


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Seriously, That's Being Idiotic.

I just met an idiot today. He came into our tutorial, and I suspected something was Rongelap with this chap - he had no idea of what he was doing, or what was being taught, but he had the answers.

Not answers of his own, but answers from a different semester.

And bloody hell, he nearly got all of us into trouble.

Seriously, the reason why we pay to be tutored or lectured is because for us to learn - even if we failed, we learn from our failure.

I mean, anybody could've cheated and passed whatever they had in mind, but the shittiest thing to bring the solution key to the respective tutorial.

Sure, thats your efforts right there. But don't you even feel ashamed that the rest of the class worked their asses off asking all sorts questions, getting all sorts of wrong answers and getting everything out right in the end of the day?

I mean, if that were to be effort, try this.

Grab your dad's credit card, go to the education department, and do your payment in how much you can get a Degree for. That's sheer effort rig there, and you'll stay dumb for the rest of your life by doing so.

Seriously, I can't tolerate these sort of parasites. I you have the answer or something, thats cool. But don't you think that if you use the answers, it is better to use the answers as a reference to support you attempts, instead of making your attempt?

Seriously, I'd fuck you upside down if you were to be in the same group as me. Or get you expelled if you were under me. Like seriously.

Failure.

I failed 2 subjects.

Yay.

You Know..

I was happily studying with motivation since 7am this morning after an hour's procrastination, and guess what.

My HP restarted itself. Not handphone, by the way. Who ever studies through their handphones? -_-

My laptop restarted itself after installing some updates. It's great they prompted me regarding the updates available. It's great that I updated the required softwares.

But it's not great when everything shuts down without even a single fucking prompt.

And for the past one week, I thought that spending 2.9k AUD$ on my dream MacBook Pro was a real waste of money.











But thanks to this problem, it made me realise that I don't think sticking with Windows any longer is going to make me a happy man.

I don't know how you guys use Vista, but I respect y'all for it. I shall express my love for Microsoft Vista, and any related Microsoft products.

I fucking hate Microsoft, and you fuckers should stop producing operating systems since Bill Gates retired. You fuckers don't even have a fucking clue of what you all are doing, you bunch of fucked up fucking Operating System programmers.

Jesus. Be like Apple. Take 10 years to install the feature of "Cut, Copy and Paste", but at least they got it fucking right. If you all even attempted to build something like the iPad, you all would have fucking failed dramatically.

And to top it all, let us not forget that Windows Vista was fucking based on Mac's OSX. Just that, Apple uses less resources compared to what you all are fucking using.

Microshit Windows should have stopped at XP. No more, and no less. It's like Britney Spears. The typical pop icon for kids until she took drugs and became fat.

And HP, you know I've got fucked up issues with you. So you're on a different case.

So, FUCK YOU MICROSOFT!










I'm going to save up for a MacBook Pro!

Blurred.

While everybody else is having fun out there.

Today's the day I would love to shoot myself in the head.











Cheers.

Grow A Tail..

When you see a dog wagging its tail, you know it's glad to see you.

It trusts you.

It loves you.

It prefers you.

The longer the tail, the easier for you to step on it.

I have a tail for a couple of people, and the best thing is that they keep on stepping it. Without them realising it, or they're just being jerks.

Or rather, born assholes.











You guys hit strike 1 and 2. Strike 3, this nigga's going to go all out. Fuckers.

I'm An Idiot.

I trust people a little bit too much than I expected.

Okay, let's have a recap why I'm an idiot.

It might be the next reason aside the jokes in having myself deported back due to racism, crime, fights, and more racism.

Failing a subject exceeding a certain number of times, is also another way to get my ticket back home without a degree, and earlier too!

Let's have a pop quiz session!

Q: What is the Basel II Framework?
A: I nono. I know its sibling, the Basil Leaf can be used in cooking spaghetti.

Q: What are the roles of the commercial bank in the financial market?
A: ... To deposit my money and make sure it doesn't go missing

Q: What are bonds?
A: Sexual bonds, you mean?

So, it's questions like these that I will face very soon in my finals, and with very little confidence, all of you have my assurance that I will fail this subject.

I never felt stressed while I'm doing my assignemnts or study-related items. But this is the very very first time I'm feeling extremely tensed out because I know the standards are higher than crap Malaysian private education.

I can easily pass (not get a distinction) in Corporate Finance while I'm busy shaking my legs in class and at home, but I'm not that lucky anymore.

Plus I have to adapt to the Australian banking system as soon as I can. Not that I want to, but because it'll cost me AUD$1700 ++ to go through the same vague shit again.











And guys (not you readers), when I say I need to be alone; I need to be alone. You guys can go have your fun or whatever it is, just that the lack of homely conversation will really help in dealing with myself and my own assignments where you all can't even help me out with at all.

If you all can help, that'd be great. I'm always open to new ideas, new conversation to the related topics I have in mind; as what I have in my musical abilities. But if you all are just about games, dramas, and procrastinating. Eight words:

Fuck that and just fuckin leave me alone.

And God, get a damn headphone and start playing your games on it, and watch your animes or whatever it is man. We all pay an equal amount of rent for privacy, anyway.

Mmmm .. Hmmmm mmm mmm .. Mmmm..

I got a big bad feeling,
That you don't live here no more.

Quoted from Jimi Hendrix's Red House.

The way that Eric Johnson sings it with sentimental feel, just touches me at the right spot(s). Not only his voice, but the notes he pick.

And he enhances his notes. How? Simple. Steroids.

Nah. Sound. The amps, the pedals, the guitar, the rig, the articulation, the pressure on the left hand and on the right hand, etc.

In other words, how was this song? Depression?

Damn straight if it were to be depression. It's 8.44pm, and I was supposed to start on my journal-reserach a few minutes ago, but I decided to stray away, and to think about what my life is about.

And it ain't good. I came home with clouds of thunder, watching others how they simply play the guitar, and sound good (not good guitarists, but they sound good. Emotions heighten your performances as well, apparently).

And.. what am I doing?

Flipping through bank regulation journals preparing myself for a subject I'm going to fail.

It's like a drug addict, who smokes a shitload of weed, and realises that he's going to die because of weed. But smokes even MORE because he's too ashamed and just wants to die as soon as possible.

Tell me, what the hell am I doing here? And what in the freaking world have I done to make myself miserable, anyway?

People pisses me off. The close ones I had..well, are the ones I used to have. And new friends will turn into the ones that I had.

Is this some sort of a circle of life, or it's just myself?











Either way, I've done it this time, and I've screwed myself really hard.











The only achievement today that I'm somewhat proud and not proud of myself would be.. scoring a 4/5 in my test last week. And the other more studious people scored 3, and a little bit more. They could've done better, but why did they not? After all, they pay more attention in class, and they definitely understand the subject more than I do.

How in the world did I slither out of this? Does the Big Man up there wants me to succeed or what? Sorry mate, if it were to be my own effort, I know that I'd be pretty smug about it all day long, but this, I feel, isn't my effort. I did my everything to contribute, but something inside of me is telling me that it wasn't my full effort. Or effort. At all.

Hmmm.











*Conducts the orchestra to play Red House

The Alfa Spirit.

In relevance to the title, what do Alfa Romeos have one thing in common regardless of the model and the year?

Need a hint?

Oh come on. Get a friend who hates Alfas (HAHAAHHAAHAHHAAHA) and they'll tell you why they don't own one. Besides a Nissan Skyline, Toyota Supra, etc, they're completely reliable and cheap to maintain.

An Alfa Romeo has all of the passion it has in the world, crafted by men who takes their cars seriously. So serious, if you were to be an idiot to drive an Alfa, you'd end up fixing one of your own in the near future because it just.. breaks down.

As much as you love it, you have to hate it at one point. But until the point where you want to sledgehammer the damned thing, you'll fall in love with its Italian spirit, and.. everything else.

Now, what's the difference between the Alfa and me, tonight?

I don't know. Besides the fact that I'm beginning to break down. Into pieces.

As stupid as it sounds, I got woken up by an audible nightmare, hearing the voices of my past friends during my high school years. Where we're all scattered around the world at the moment.

Are we scattered, or am I the one who ran away for no reason instead?

The dream, was probably a hint in disguise, which is both good and bad.

And trust me, for a dream to wake me up from my sleep at 4.10am, hearing to my housemates drinking their night away, are they facing life as they expected, or running away as well?

I don't know if it were to be my friends who changed (which is a blunt thing to say, I know), or if I changed (which is an emo statement, I'd say) or we're all just growing up.

Hmm..

4.14 AM.











What the hell woke me up, anyway?

What An Idiot.

Apparently, if I don't live with them, I'm surrounded by them.

I'll be more specific because I'm dead sure that nobody from my class would read my blog. My lecturers, maybe. Only if they take that into consideration.

If you're close enough, I have this issue with this Honh Kongnese idiot. He speaks with his tongue all over the campus, and his ego, apparently, is as big as Tasmania. Boasting about how countries should be, condemning Malaysia for being a bad-economic country (As much as I hate Malaysia at some point, but he hates it more than I do.).

But this idiot thinks that I'm Malay, because I'm Malaysian. So I should consider Taiwan part of China now?

Trust me, I had to revert to the unknown fact that I was born in France, but raised in Malaysia to make his brain more processable to my thoughts.

Or he was just being an asshole and a blonde.

So today, like usual, I ignored the motherfucker, and sat at my place way across at the other side of the lecture theater and started studying for my Banking and Financial Institution quiz later on the day.

And this idiot, who's rude apparently, came in, sat beside me and didn't bother to ask if there was anybody sitting beside me. Not to say I don't mind, but he didn't even say "Hi", even if I was his friend. Better off, I think it was better he treated me as a stranger.

Until his methods of plagarism appeared. The only reason he sat beside me, is because he wants my journals that I've researched on my Management assignment. Being the idiot that I was for today, he ruined my mood by trying to extract it out from me. He also wanted to come over to my place to pickup the files - personally.

He switched from his original topic to be the same as mine, only because he could get the answers from me.

Of course, I wouldn't want to share my embarassment of the job that I have right now. So I told him I was busy. But he's coming over tomorrow to get the files from me.

So ladies and gentlemen, I'm not usually a dick, but here's what I'm going to do.

And I'm going to be specific.

Out of 9 journals, I've only used 3, and the other 4 were textbooks (I'm dead sure that he doesn't even check my blogs. Oh wait, he doesn't have internet access. LOL). So what I'm going to do, is to toss him the other 7 journals, monitor it, and cut it down to only 3 journals - which are entirely irrelevant to the topic that we all are doing. We're doing our research on transformational leadership. But these journals are related to leadership - in general, and charismatic leadership, and transactional leadership. Which aren't covered by transformational leadership at all.

So I'm going to take his thumbdrive, copy the files for him, and change my number after that.

Since he boasted about that Mitsubishi Evolution VIII he used to have back in Melbourne or some shit, I'm sure he won't mind boasting about the time where he was once cheated by this asshole in class (or he might not be even sure if he screwed up on the assignment) and had to retake this subject again.

I'm an ass, right?











Only if you get onto the wrong side of me :)











Eat this, you Hong Kongnese bastard. I'll wait for you to show your fuck face, anyway.

Pookeeyymmaaaaaaakkk.

Who ever thought that having housemates were a good idea?

I mean, housemates that respected your privacy when they'd stay in their own rooms and their own spaces would be great, but idiots running around just because of Killing Floor is a different case. They'd be all excited, giddy and shit, then they'd come up to your room, wrestle a few rounds to see who's the bigger pussy, and then leave.

In the middle of the battlefield, which was NOT supposed to be a battle field, lied my only laptop cooler/stand that's available from Malaysia ONLY. Two fucktards weight in at 80kgs average per person landed on one of the legs for my laptop stand, and yes, it doesn't lock right anymore.

They only know how to work, play games and eat. Other than that, one of them is entirely hopeless. "Chui kong, lanpa song". All talk, no action in other words.

IF this laptop stand malfunctions while I'm away, and my laptop falls down from it, and if anything were to be broken, they are going to be in a lot of shit.

And I mean it.











I mean, if they can destroy my laptop, I suppose they won't mind me bringing an ultra-sized magnet and visit their little hard disk drives, right? :)











Thanks for ruining my night, guys. And thanks for making me regret staying in a house full of idiots.

...

Another reason why I wanted a 17 inch laptop.

Or a dual screen monitor.


Everything's crammed up.

And I find that just..annoying.

Slaughtering Someone's First Born Child?! You're Crazy!

Short recap:
Sunday - Mood swing about assignments.
Monday - Bad quiz marks.
Tuesday - Bombarded one of my housemates.
Wednesday - Someone stole my quiz marks when I was going to give all subjects another hardworking go.

I literally mean what I've tweeted on my twitter account.

Someone stole my 10% worth of quiz marks. It's Econometrics and I did the fucking quiz last 2 weeks ago right before the Easter Break.

Who in the world would steal a fucking quiz paper, anyway?!

And it's fucking Econometrics! I don't give a shit if I pass or fail the damned quiz, but it's fucking Mathematics. A deadly mixed breed of Economics and Mathematics, so meaning besides calculation, there's an explanation of the questions being done.

What's important are my answers. I want to see what I've done right, and wrong, so I can fucking prepare for the finals, numbpricks.

Like, what the hell?!

It's not like I've ejaculated on my quiz papers and you'd steal it so you can have my babies or something! Give it back, damn it!

BAHHHHH.











On another note, here's 10 things that you'd like to hear if you're a musician. The 10 elements of Music:

• Notes
• Articulation
• Technique
• Feel
• Dynamics
• Rhythm
• Tone
• Phrasing
• Space
• Listening

Victor Wooten's book is pretty inspirational. I don't usually listen to Michael Jackson's "The Girl is Mine" because it's just cheesey.

But ironically, I forgot the reason why I listen to odd types of music for - arrangements.

So instead of tapping on the forward button on my iPod, I decided to listen to it, as I read along how this Michael (apparently, the person who changed Victor Wooten's style of playing), explained about how the rest of the 9 elements were underrated or under-taught as music mentors would usually teach about scales and modes - which all fall under the first element - Notes.

I read that, and I listened closely. The riffs for that Michael Jackson song consisted of Feel, Articulation, Technique, Dynamics, Tone, Listening and Notes (which is somewhat interrelated to articulation).

"Boy! Do I have a lot to learn!", indeed, Mr. Wooten.

Provoked On Demand.

When I am busy, I'm busy.

I have mood swings, yes and no. Maybe. I can control my emotions until a certain point.

Take a balloon for example. Inflate it, until you know you're going to burst it. But leave it as it is.

There are 3 decisions now.

1. Either you let it be for it to lose its air, which is the best alternative.
2. You take a needle and burst it.
3. Or you inflate it more with your mouth until it blows up in your face.

If some people were smart enough, they'd take the needle, burst it, and run as far as possible.

But idiots, apparently, they'd blow the balloon until it bursts, and you don't need a PhD in this to notice that you knew it was going to blow. The only difference is, they didn't know even if the balloon were to be bigger and longer than their grandmother's sagged breasts.











When I want to be alone, I WANT to be alone. I have my times when to hang out, and when NOT to hang out. Let me make my statement clear. ESPECIALLY IF I WERE TO BE LIVING WITH PEOPLE. Or should I just fucking disappear like what I've been doing. It doesn't benefit you, definitely. One person less in your life is just a fucking relief, but I can tell you one thing. I'd focus and I get MY objectives all stated out and clear.

So call me unsocial, or whatever it is. Why don't you socialise during a volcano eruption and not figure out ways to escape. After all, friends friends mahhhhh.

I socialise pretty well, and my friends know that. Work hard, play hard. Not play hard, and play harder.

Besides, in my dictionary, sorry for being offensive in any aspect or ways, I don't mind gaining or losing friends. If you want to talk about relationships, let's say I'm a failure. After all, there's a reason why they'd leave me and get along with someone new.

So?

Expecting me to whine by the streets under the rain while waiting for them to come back? Fuck that shit, man. I'd make friends, and if they don't want to make friends, that's their problem.

That's why I'm bold enough to go against friends who are not directly connected to me. For example, the housemate. Friend-friend mah doesn't apply on me. If you have an issue with my attitude, you tell me, and I'll make you hate me even more.

Which reminds me of my ex-supervisor back in Starbucks. He's the person I hated to work with most of the time, until a point, I had fucking issues with his attitude until he took note. So he dragged me to the back, and asked a simple question.

"Do you have a problem with me?"

I answered under a second, and here're the decisions:

1) I'd answer yes. Although I'm risking my job, reputation and my hours for shifts, at least I got things sorted out with him.
2) I'd answer no. I'd just lie, and have him stomp all over me and kiss his ass with full grace with no dignity.

What'd you think? He's my superior. He shouldn't have asked that question but instead of decision 1 & 2, I went..

"Yes, I have a lot of issues with you, actually."

So that's decision 1 x infinite. You wouldn't want to know what I blabbed at him, but I definitely turned the tables against him. And that's one-on-one.

Friend-friend mahhhh. Fuck that shit, man. I don't have the mentality of a Malaysian, mind-fucking-you.

I've told my brother before, if it were to certain things right and there's a sacrifice to be made, I'd do it and he can save his own face if he wants to.

It's who I am, so if other people can get along well with me, the problem lies in you.

Don't forget; the world doesn't revolve around you. You revolve with the world, so stop acting like you own a fucking kingdom.











And you'd know when I'd be a proud father to my childrens when they bury me 6 feet under without tears. It's not like I'm going to come back from the dead with their tears, prayers and hopes, anyway. If I'm dead, I'm dead already. Just set a guitar on fire and make sure I receive it in heaven. Or hell. Doesn't matter because we're already dead. I'd rather be alive and playing the guitar. Immortality would be awesome.

Losing Confidence.

I have absolutely no idea why, but I was singing along with the chorus for "Papercut" by, yes, you've got it, Linkin Park.

Now why the random thought of a band I've never heard of in about 10 years?

Thinking back, Hybrid Theory was the first ever original album I bought with my own allowance. I loved the ideas and concepts they had when One Step Closer was on MTV for the first time.

And I still remember it without looking at YouTube.com. Mike Shinoda had spikey red hair, and being American born Japanese, I still think he has extremely good looks for a guy.

Besides that, there's the guitarist who always played with his headphones - which reminds me of that guitarist from Gorillaz. Later during the age of the likes of Eric Johnson and Paul Gilbert, I found out those headphones weren't headphones. They were some sort of a device - ear mufflers - to protect their ears from high pitched frequencies - usually caused by distortion and the guitars they played.

Which is a sad thing. A musician that plays good music to the crowd, but they can't listen to themselves. Only through memories.

It's like a haunting nightmare at some point.

I got a bit off topic as what I've written above has no relation to whatever I had in mind right before I wrote the words "Linkin Park" and "Papercut".

Losing confidence. What does that mean? Oh no. Gee, I wonder.

I was thinking back on my Banking and Financial Institution lectures and tutorials. Imagine me, there. But blank. Idea-less, and just fuckin' stoned.

I have never failed a subject I've never understood. Oh wait, I have. That would be Company Law back in KDU PG. But that's 30% lecturer's fault, and 105% college's fault.

I'm feeling extremely inconfident, and I shouldn't be running around like the fool that I am at this very point of life and start pulling up my socks.

Everytime I do sit down in class and have positive thoughts, it demotivates and depresses me when I feel like I don't learn anything.

It's sad really. I'm not asking for a distinction, but it's a pain in the ass to fail anything at all and retry doing it again.











Fuckin' hell.

A Couple Of New Things.

Sunday was a shitty day. Today's nearly the same. Except that I'm suffering from my stupid Bong Syndrome, and I can't do things straight pretty much.

Things are a bit screwed up, and I think reality's beginning to hit me pretty hard. Not soon, but it's happening now.

Besides all that, class was shit as well. I wouldn't want to talk about it.

And, here's something new. I've been eyeing on this book, and I haven't read it. But it's written by one of the most inspiring bassists I've ever seen.


Yes, Victor Wooten. I don't follow much on basses, but one thing's for sure. Victor Wooten's not about being a kick ass bassist, but he's a kickass musician as well. If you followed up on his album titled Palmystery, you'll know what I'm talking about. There are flashy bits of basses, but do not forget we're listening to a bassist. So it's not Steve Vai or something where you listen to flashy guitar pieces.

And mind you, I'm not saying that Steve Vai's ridiculous or anything.

I'm just saying that it's wrong to stereotype people when they're good in instruments, but when they have completely no idea about music.

When you grab an instrument and play the things what classical players would play, that's practically reading a book in relation to religion. But if you're reading a novel of your interest, that's a different story.

This book defines that story.

The first paragraph alraedy scared the crap out of me:

"Boy! Do I have a lot to learn!"
There is nothing new about this statement, but the story I'm about to tell you may have you saying the same thing by the end.

And on and on, Victor Wooten commented on how that statement applies to himself as well.

Music's a she, and the bass is a he. Now what's in Victor Wooten's mind, I wonder?


There's only one way to find out. And if you wish to know, ask me in a few month's time. I'll be done with it by then. Haha.

And the other thing would be..


Mike Portnoy's drumsticks. Dream Theater, yo. Nice pieces of wood to mindless knock around for fun.











First thing's first. Assignments after going to the old house. Apparently, I heard that aliens broke in, and is currently breeding in the place, and I'll just have to piss on all of them so they'd learn a lesson to not fuck around with someone else when they're already done with the place.

I mean you, motherfucker. And you ruined my perfectly swear-free blog. Feel proud. I'll slay your first born son.

Let's Talk About Idiots.

If I were to be serious in something, you'd be able to tell it through my expressions, tone, and the words I use.

Let's say, if I were to call you an idiot, you know I'm not joking.

If I were to be laughing, and going "What the fuck?!", that's just me joking around.

But I were to call you a moronic bafoonated diseased mammal who knows nothing but to use leaves as your feet protector (and that's what you'd think as well) and a toothbrush to comb your sideburns, you know darn well, I'm still joking.

Or am I?

Some idiots, who are really idiots, need to really read between the lines. If I were to tell you

1 + 1 x 2 = 3

Please take note that you can do either this:

1 + 1 x 2
= 1 + 2
= 3

Or

1 + 1 x 2
= 1 + (1 x 2)
= 1 + 2
= 3

You don't do this:

1 + 1 x 2
=

It doesn't make sense, right?

When you tell someone the truth, s/he thinks you're bullshitting him. But when you tell someone a lie, there's a tendency of them believing in you. Either you're lying, or not. Apparently, idiots always think that it's a carefree world, and they know everything's a lie.

So how would we know if a man is serious? In Australia, they'd crack a beer bottle first, show you the sharp edges that he means strictly business.

In America, they'd tell you that s/he's serious about a statement. Then this is when you start laughing right before you get a full lengthed knuckle sandwich to finally understand that you have been a total idiot in not believing whatever it is that needs to be believed.











The truth is as simple as it is. And idiots, apparently, will never accept any facts. I'm sick of repeating myself when there is already a factual statement.

It's just as dumb as how that idiot said that Sting Rays are mammals. Dude. I'm no marine biologist, but hell, I know sting rays aren't. Why? I always have wikipedia or google right beside me before I start sharing my thoughts on a certain subject that I'm unclear of.











Go play your Pokemon. It'll get you somewhere. Maybe if you play all Yellow, Red, Blue, Silver, Gold and whatever versions available, it'll tell you how 1 + 1 x 2 = 3. Don't forget that you need to wait for the next expansion so it'll teach you how 2 + 2 x 2 = 4, okay?











Idiots.

Linked by an endless thread

Impossible to break

.

mcb @ Prices & Profits.

iPMS.

When the Internet was down, I had stress-free problems. Well, only because it happened over the Easter break and I had another source to head off to download stuff that's related to my lecture in whatsoever way.

But now, the internet is up, and I'm having a major mood swing. Like seriously. I'm just as pissed as a wild boar having its testicles being clicked on one another by a random person.

My left-click mousepad broke. That's the problem with these small micro-shit nonsense. If an injection needle were to be fine, it'd hurt somewhat less.

But if the patient sees a hot nurse (and the patient shall be either straight, or lesbian - therefore putting his/her sex in no category for description or to be revised about), buldges, and suffers from an unexplanable seizure, the needle snaps, blood'd be oozing out everywhere else, and the patient dies.

It's either you do it with precaution - where you nullify the poor bastard with a shitload of morphine, or get a 10cm diametre needle and watch the patient scream till he/she faints.

This laptop has always been plastic, and was designed after a chihuahua. Something that wants to be a dog, but is not a dog. Something that barks and shivers is NOT a dog.

Something that shuts up, pounces and bites a limb off someone else for trespassing, is a well trained dog.

A Saint Bernard will just sit on the poor motherfucker.

Now, this mousepad's button's microscopic hook snapped without my notice, and it was working just fine this morning until I reached home.

Why hooks? Glue it into place and get it over and done with. If it wears off, I wouldn't need to be charged at least MYR 300 or probably AUD$19237563248102347124 for a plastic button only because this model is somewhat discontinued. And who ever sells off a specific keypad to a keyboard, anyway? It's like getting toe replaced instead of getting a leg transplant of some sort.

And what? You're laughing at the glue issue? Don't forget that the Ferrari F40 has its chassis glued on. Not welded, or screwed on. Why? Weight reduction.

And if there were to be a car crash, all you need is a shitload of lotion sperm glue.

PS. It took me nearly a minute to switch back from HTML view to the normal view because of this mousepad. And no, I don't tap on the mousepad to perform the left click.

Sigh.