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3 simple reasons you should hate Justin Bieber

First of all, before I list down the reason, Just want to say:

So, yeah, Im not dead, I was stoning too much with my assignments, I chose not to entertain my blog for the moment. But I'm back now, don't know wether its for long or short but thats the way to keep you all missing me.

Back to the Topic. For this post Im gonna give you all 3 reason's why you should hate Bieber... Why am I doing this? I really have no idea. Remember the times you have when your listening to a good song then suddenly a kid pop ups in your mind and reminds you how he have ruin the era of good music? Yeah, that just happen to me. So here Bieber fans, there you go....

1) Unless your are 12, loving him makes you a pedo

Just look at him! He is damn kid! A KID! DONT YOU GET IT! OMG You pedophile! You dont care do you? First you guys love old men, now you love kids! make up your mind! How I knw he is kid? Look!!!!

Pedo bear obviously loves him... That's how most of you look like drooling over him! So yeah, it is as simple as that! Unless you want to compete your pedophile fetish with Pedo bear, stop drooling over him right now!

2) He is the reason Kurt blew his head off...

Lets face it whether you like it or not, Kurt Cobain was a genius and master of music. And he saw it coming! He saw the arrival of the monstrosity! He saw Bieber's birth! And Kurt did the only thing Bieber should've done to himself. He resorted to suicide the year Bieber was born. I bet Cobain is in hell watching us suffer right now and laughing his ass out... Haiz. Kurt! Why didn't you tell us???

3) Real men dont look like Bieber

Real Men look like this:

Bieber looks like this:

Seriously? That's the type of man you wanna go after? What is the world going into????

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wait for it...

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8 good reasons NOT TO PUT music/songs in your blog....

So I was going through few blogs just now, and found most of them have the MP3 application in their blog. Amused? No I wasn't. Annoyed? Very much. As a random blog- walker hear are my opinions why I think you should not put mp3 or Mp4 or whatever shit that screams through your speaker. No offense, but I think most readers would agree to this:

1. Because It Scares Us 
It takes time to load. So when it plays, it screams through out speaker. You know what? That Scares us off your page!

2. It Just Not Our Taste
You have a public blog. Means you have random readers. Means you have lots of different people with lots of different personality reading it. So ya, You think we all like your song? Please! It ruins our mood to read your blog. Sorry that not all of us listen to Bieber or Jay Z.

3. It slows down Page Loading
Lets accept this sad fact that not all of us live in high connectivity zone. Like my hostel here, some times loading your blog page with all those unnecessary apps, I can make my self breakfast by then.

4. Its Annoying
You know some of us listen to our favorite music while browsing right? Imagine we open a blog all of sudden our music have been remixed by another foreign song. You think its fun?

5. And sometimes we have to search TO PAUSE THE DAMN THING!
You create your page as you like. Place apps wherever you think its cute, and besides having trouble reading those fonts and getting shocked of that music, we have to search for your music app? By that time, I rather click the cancel button and browse to Redtube.

6. It fucks up our mood
Imagine Im pissed at my boss. And then just want to release stress through reading some blogs. And then suddenly, I hear I dude screaming his lung through my speakers turning the whole room chaotic.

7. It aint cool
Seriously people. You think just by having music in your blog it feels so cool? Why do you think the all customizable friendster got owned by facebook? Its your content that matters.

8. Its a blog!
Some blogs are private. There only ppl who may concern are browsing through. Good. Its your wish however you want to do your private blog. But when you do a public blog, remember your having us reading through. So just lead us read finish with ease! Its not Youtube!


Child Soldiers: The Lions Of The Lambs...

"Their Tears are often forgotten,
Their cries are often unheard,
They bleed in the name of freedom,
But freedom never comes.... "

Surin -2011-

Tributing this post for those child warriors who are the pawns of the greedy King. Like a chest game, their sacrifice is plenty and the least heard. Their life worth nothing but mere dollars. Their pain is shared by no tears.

To hold a firearm, at the tender age where an ordinary child would be holding an action figure, his life was taken away from, snatched with no choice but survival as his price. His mother looks at him in tears, as the men drag him out to the open. She knows its the last time she is about to see him. Her son is about to disappear in front of her own eyes. She shouts and cries to stop. Begs the soldiers to let him go. They pay no attention to her. The neighborhood surrounds and watches. There is no one brave enough to help. They know they stand no chance. Besides, it was no first time such a sad sight hits their place. Many of their sons are taken away as the same way he is about to taken. Most of their sons were never seen again, and those who are still alive are cursed with bloody sins that no blessing can wash away.

They choose a old man, and drag him towards the boy. The throw the man to the ground and gave him a gun. They shout at him to shoot the old man and threatened to kill his family if don't. The boy looks at the old man. There was fear in both of their eyes, both to survive. The soldiers keep shouting and continue the threat. The whole situation was at in the mercy of none. Guns and bullets everywhere. Death seemed to be the only answer. The boy closes his eyes, and points the AK-47 rifle towards the old man. The old man was in silence. He knows his life is almost over. Hiding his fear, he prays to god, hoping a miracle.

A sudden silence hits, and the old man was dead. The boy have now made his first murder at the age of 8. The soldiers board him to their jeep. And drive off.

From that day, he is no more of human. Not like you and me. No ambition, No purpose, No peace. Only blood, sins and crimes for a leader who cares no penny for him. Like an animal he rapes any women he prefers, he kills those who stand his way, he takes what he needs. Sounds fun in literal, but he knows nothing but that. The friendly cherished boy he used to was just an history. He now lives his life sinning for others. He has friends, who are just like him. Whose tears will cry for them? No one can tell. Their life is nothing but forgotten.

*This is purely fiction and intended to no specific person. 



It is always there with you. The feeling that drives us to edge of life. The feeling that drove us to live. Never disappearing. Only could be calmed. Worse than pain, deadlier than poison, its the fundamental need of all living forms.

Whatever it may be,

A plant,
An animal,
An insect,
A human

Why am I writing this? I don't know. I just felt like it. I can sit here and munch on McDeluxe and pretend everything is okay. But its not. Life is not that simple. I am not that ignorant. Why am I blessed with this food? Is it because my ancestors made a right decision to immigrate? Is it because my earns well enough to afford my allowance? Is it because god have his mercy on me? It may be cause all of them.
I always wonder, why some arent as lucky as me? Why are they not as blessed? Could not afford? If the whole world have mercy, not only a country, but A whole continent can be fed. But why don't they? Yes, they too seem to hunger. Not for food, but for wealth, for leisure, for entertainment, for ignorance.
All their hunger chose to avoid the responsibility. A responsibility to be a human.
Life yes, may not be simple... but it is not that complicated. We dont thrive to survive, we are thriving to live. So what about those who just want to survive? Why not we grab them away from hell they are in.

 They dont desire taste, they dont demand fine dining... They just desire food. Did god did this to them? God did nothing. We did this. We did all of what it is right now. So why not? Why not change it?

A man is not meisured by his car, condo or cash. He is measured by his heart. He is measured by his care. No matter who you are, on with a caring heart, you can be a "someone".

What did he do? To deserve a cruel fate? Just a mere child. 

Is leisure that important that humanity to be forgotten? Is the need to command and conquer necessary when there are victims of lives?

We only seem to care when someone asked too, and look at the television and feel pity for what we see... but how many take action to make a change? 


Why are we here?