
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Strange things I'd seen after the last update
Well this is kinda old for me to post about but it is really quiet a waste for such a nice song to be directed in such a funny MTV.
Peter Bjorn and John Feat. Victoria Bergsman - Young Folks
Also, I think that this video is copying that MTV. Fuck you Nokia!
I don't think Nokia will release such thing. It is just a video to attract all your eyes on them. Just look at the video!
Now, about this metal-water thing I'd seen is really weird and also interesting.
I don't think this is an old news because the Ferrofluid was actually quite new~
It's like bullet train's gliding theory. It just get controlled by electromagnetic stuffs. But it can piece your ass. Be careful when you are drinking some black juice!
Peter Bjorn and John Feat. Victoria Bergsman - Young Folks
Also, I think that this video is copying that MTV. Fuck you Nokia!
I don't think Nokia will release such thing. It is just a video to attract all your eyes on them. Just look at the video!
Now, about this metal-water thing I'd seen is really weird and also interesting.
I don't think this is an old news because the Ferrofluid was actually quite new~
It's like bullet train's gliding theory. It just get controlled by electromagnetic stuffs. But it can piece your ass. Be careful when you are drinking some black juice!
Monday, June 2, 2008
Questionnaire Results for an MMORPG quiz.
Based on your answers you are ...
What games are people like you playing? What guilds are they in? Find out more by telling us your favorite game.
SEAK
SEAK players are usually very interested in the the 'total experience' of a virtual world--meeting other people and finding the unique places within it. They don't care much for PVP or levelling, but meeting up with online friends to see new parts of the world is usually fun and exciting.
Breakdown: Achiever 26.67%, Explorer 80.00%, Killer 13.33%, Socializer 80.00%
Next » What do SEAKs do for fun?What games are people like you playing? What guilds are they in? Find out more by telling us your favorite game.
Tuesday, May 6, 2008
Saturday, May 3, 2008
Friday, May 2, 2008
Proper Engrish
This is the greatestest song to laugh about.
Hey baby wake up from your asleep
We have arrived onto the future...
And the whole world has become...
Elektronik , Supersonik
Supersonik , Elektronik
Hey baby ride with me away
We doesn't have much time
My blue jeans is tight
So into my love rocket, climb
Inside the tank of fuel, is not fuel! but love
Above us, there is nothing above
But the stars, above
All system gone!
Prepare for downcount!
5
4
3
1!
OFFBLAST!!
Fly away my space rocket
You no need put money in my pocket
The door is closed I just locked it
I put my port plug in your socket
The sun and sky is bright like fire
You and me just get higher and higher
Cut the communication wire
All that can stop us if flat tire
Hey love crusader
I want to be your space invader!
For you I will decent the deepest moon crater
I is more stronger than Darth Vapour!
Obey me I is your new dictator
For you is Venus, I am Mars
With you I is more richer than all the tz-stars
Make a wishes on a shooting star
And for you I will play on my cosmic guitarz!
Ladies and gentlemen
Fasten your beltseats
We has commenced the decent
I trust you enjoy this flight
As much as you enjoy this accent
Now back on Earth
Is time for down splash!
Into the sea of eternal glory my spaceship crash!
People come to cheer me from near and far
And as I open door and shout
I AM WORLD'S BIGGEST
WASH-UP SUPERSTAR!!!11oneoenoe11eon1o1oneoneo
As more sure as the Sun rises from the West
Of all the seas and all the boats I am the bestest!
Come
Let me put ring of Jupiter on your finger
Then like a smell around you I will forever linger
Ok4444444444444444444444444444444y
Is time for end
No more will I sang
Let me take you back in time
I want for you to experience BIG BANG@@@@22222222222222222222tweotwotowot2@t22twotwotow@@twtwoo2otowoto22@@
Long live space race
Long live, Molvania (Lol noob)
Hey baby wake up from your asleep
We have arrived onto the future...
And the whole world has become...
Elektronik , Supersonik
Supersonik , Elektronik
Hey baby ride with me away
We doesn't have much time
My blue jeans is tight
So into my love rocket, climb
Inside the tank of fuel, is not fuel! but love
Above us, there is nothing above
But the stars, above
All system gone!
Prepare for downcount!
5
4
3
1!
OFFBLAST!!
Fly away my space rocket
You no need put money in my pocket
The door is closed I just locked it
I put my port plug in your socket
The sun and sky is bright like fire
You and me just get higher and higher
Cut the communication wire
All that can stop us if flat tire
Hey love crusader
I want to be your space invader!
For you I will decent the deepest moon crater
I is more stronger than Darth Vapour!
Obey me I is your new dictator
For you is Venus, I am Mars
With you I is more richer than all the tz-stars
Make a wishes on a shooting star
And for you I will play on my cosmic guitarz!
Ladies and gentlemen
Fasten your beltseats
We has commenced the decent
I trust you enjoy this flight
As much as you enjoy this accent
Now back on Earth
Is time for down splash!
Into the sea of eternal glory my spaceship crash!
People come to cheer me from near and far
And as I open door and shout
I AM WORLD'S BIGGEST
WASH-UP SUPERSTAR!!!11oneoenoe11eon1o1oneoneo
As more sure as the Sun rises from the West
Of all the seas and all the boats I am the bestest!
Come
Let me put ring of Jupiter on your finger
Then like a smell around you I will forever linger
Ok4444444444444444444444444444444y
Is time for end
No more will I sang
Let me take you back in time
I want for you to experience BIG BANG@@@@22222222222222222222tweotwotowot2@t22twotwotow@@twtwoo2otowoto22@@
Long live space race
Long live, Molvania (Lol noob)
Friday, April 25, 2008
Typing speed test?
275 points, so you achieved position 31763 of 184544 on the ranking list
You type 376 characters per minute
You have 68 correct words and
you have 1 wrong words
include this code into your website:
You type 376 characters per minute
You have 68 correct words and
you have 1 wrong words
include this code into your website:
With the speed test you can test your typing speed. Of course you will not get an 100% accurate result, but at least a clue where you are. Try it again and again, and with time you will get faster, that is because, since the words that you need to type, are the most frequently used words of the english language. The faster you can type these words, the faster you will also type ordinary texts. After the evaluation you can include your results in your blog or whereever you want, so your friends can see how fast you type.
If you are not satisfied with your typing speed, then try it again from time to time. If you are not yet familiar with the touch typing system, you should learn it necessarily, you will be much faster, you no longer need to look on the keyboard and you can easily achieve a writing speed of 70 words per minute. In my opinion we will still use the keyboard in 20 years so it is worth the time you invest in learning this essential skill. And now you have no more excuses, follow the link and you can learn the touch typing system online and for free (don't worry, its the same website, no advertising shit or something like that):
My results :
68 words
That is my score. Try your's
This my second score -
72 words
If you are not satisfied with your typing speed, then try it again from time to time. If you are not yet familiar with the touch typing system, you should learn it necessarily, you will be much faster, you no longer need to look on the keyboard and you can easily achieve a writing speed of 70 words per minute. In my opinion we will still use the keyboard in 20 years so it is worth the time you invest in learning this essential skill. And now you have no more excuses, follow the link and you can learn the touch typing system online and for free (don't worry, its the same website, no advertising shit or something like that):
My results :
68 words
That is my score. Try your's
This my second score -
72 words
Saturday, April 19, 2008
First of all
2PAC LYRICS
"Hit 'Em Up"
[Tupac]
I ain't got no motherfucking friends
That's why I fucked your bitch
You're fat motherfucker {Take Money}
West Side
Bad Boy Killers {Take Money}
You know who the realist is
niggas we bring it to {Take Money}
(ha ha, that's alright)
First off, fuck your bitch
And the click you claim
West side when we ride
Come equipped with game
You claim to be a player
But I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boys
niggas fuck for Life
Plus Puffy tryin' to see me weak
Hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia
Some mark ass bitches
We keep on coming
While we running for your jewels
Steady gunning
Keep on busting at them fools
You know the rules
Little Ceasar go ask you homie
How I'll leave you
Cut your young ass up
See you in pieces
Now be deceased
Little Kim,
Don't fuck around with real G's
Quick to snatch your ugly ass, off the streets
So fuck peace
I'll let them niggas know
It's on for Life
Don't let the west side
Ride the night (ha ha)
Bad Boys murdered on Wax and kill
fuck with me
And get your caps peeled
You know, see
[Chorus:]
Grab your glocks when you see 2pac
Call the cops when you see 2pac, uh
Who shot me,
But your punks didn't finish
Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
nigga, I hit 'em up
Check this out
You motherfuckers know what time it is
I don't know why I'm even on this track
You all niggas ain't even on my level
I'm going to let my little homies
Ride on you
bitch made ass Bad Boys bitches
{ah yo, yo, hold the fuck up}
Get out the way yo
Get out the way yo
Biggie Smalls just got dropped
Little move pass the mac
And let me hit 'em in his back
Frank White needs to get spanked right
For setting up traps
Little accident murderers
And I ain't never heard of you
Poise less gats attack when I'm serving you
Spank the shank
Your whole style when I gank
Guard your rank
'cause I'm a slam your ass in a pang
Puffy weaker than a fuckin' block
I'm running through nigga
And I'm smoking Junior Mafia
In front of you nigga
With the ready power
Tucked in my Guess
Under my Eddie Bauer
Your clout petty sour
I push packages ever hour
I hit 'em up
[Chorus]
Peep how we do it
Keep it real
Its penitentiary steel
This ain't no freestyle battle
All you niggas getting killed
With your mouths open
Tryin' to come up off of me
You and the clouds hoping
Smoking dope
It's like a Shermine
niggas think they learned to fly
But they burn motherfucker you deserve to die
Talking about you Getting Money
But it's funny to me
All you niggas living bummy
While you fucking with me?
I'm a self made Millionaire
Thug livin', out of prison
Pistols in the Air {Air} (Ha Ha)
Biggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch
And beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house
Now it's all about Versace
You copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me
I took it and smiled
Now I'm back to set the record straight
With my A-K
I'm still the thug that you love to hate
Mother-fucker I'll Hit 'Em Up
I'm from N E W Jers.
Where plenty of murder occurs
No points to come
We bring drama to all you herds
Now go check the scenario
Little Ceas'
I'll bring you fake G's to your knees
Copin' pleas with these
Little Kim is you
Coked up or doped up
Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up
What the fuck?
Is you stupid?
I take money,
crash and mash through Brooklyn
With my click looting, shooting, and polluting your block
With fifteen shot,
Cocked glock to your knot
Outlaw Mafia click moving up another notch
And your Pop stars popped and get dropped and mopped
And all your fake ass east coast props
Brainstormed and locked
You're a beat biter
Pac style taker
I'll tell you to face, you ain't nothing shit but a faker
So fill the Alize with a chaser
'bout to get murdered for the paper
E.d.i I mean post the scene of the caper
Like a loc, with little Ceas' in a choke (uh)
Toting smoke, we ain't no motherfuckin' joke
Thug Life, niggas better be known
Be approaching
In the wide open, gun smoking
No need for hoping
It's a battle lost
I gottem crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off
nigga, I hit 'em up
Now you tell me who won
I see them, they run (ha ha)
They don't wanna see us
Whole Junior Mafia click
Dressing up to be us
How the fuck they gonna be the Mob?
When we always on out job
We millionaire's
Killing ain't fair
But somebody got to do it
Oh yah Mobb Deep (uh)
You wanna fuck with us
You Little young ass motherfuckers
Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something
You're fucking with me, nigga?
You fuck around and catch a seizure or a heart-attack
You better back the fuck up
Before you get smacked the fuck up
This is how we do it on our side
Any of you niggas from New York that want to bring it,
Bring it.
But we ain't singing,
We bringing drama
fuck you and your mother fucking mama.
We're gonna kill all you mother fuckers.
Now when I came out, I told you it was just about biggie.
Then everybody had to open their mouth with a mother fucking opinion
Well this is how we gonna' do this:
fuck Mobb Deep,
fuck Biggie,
fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label, and as a mother fucking crew.
And if you want to be down with Bad Boy,
Then fuck you too.
Chino XL, fuck you too.
All you mother fuckers,
fuck you too.
(take money, take money)
All of y'all mother fuckers,
fuck you, die slow motherfucker.
My four four (.44 magnum) make sure all your kids don't grow.
You motherfuckers can't be us or see us.
We mother fuckin' Thug Life riders.
West Side till' we die.
Out here in California, nigga
We warned ya'
We'll bomb on you mother fuckers.
We do our job.
You think you the mob, nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob
Ain't nothing but killers
And the real niggas, all you motherfuckers feel us.
Our shit goes triple and four quadruple
You niggas laugh 'cause our staff got guns under they motherfuckin' belts
You know how it is and we drop records they felt
You niggas can't feel it
We the realist
fuck 'em.
We Bad Boy killers.
(Dedicated for Pukima Chandrika from our school. We all hate her.)
Well these days are really fuzzy days, busy with stupid works such as stupid folios to be done before the end of this month. That motherfucking Chandrika doesn't accept my work for the second time and I have to rewrite it. Actually in the beginning, she does say typing is legal but no.... Now its forbidden. Fuck her.
Now at school, I have this short, muscular, funny, yet strong had seek my help in English... I have to teach him English now. His name is Alex. He came from Nan Hwa school in Sitiawan. He is a good friend of mine. Shy guy. Too bad he doesn't know English, if not he's a lady killer! He seeked my help in English and I have to teach him English now. My English teacher actually split it before until that time he was playing with his friend sitting beside him and the teacher shouted,
"SIEW JUN YOU EXCHANGE YOUR PLACE WITH KOK KEE!"
I was reading The Prisoner Of Zenda and suddenly I was like, AHHHH???? Until now, I had been sitting beside Alex and teaching him English. He is a good talking type of person.
Anyways, from now on, my favorite song is Hit 'Em Up by Tupac because that fucking Chandrika is the best for this song. Fuck her. My 44 makes all her kids don't grow.
"Hit 'Em Up"
[Tupac]
I ain't got no motherfucking friends
That's why I fucked your bitch
You're fat motherfucker {Take Money}
West Side
Bad Boy Killers {Take Money}
You know who the realist is
niggas we bring it to {Take Money}
(ha ha, that's alright)
First off, fuck your bitch
And the click you claim
West side when we ride
Come equipped with game
You claim to be a player
But I fucked your wife
We bust on Bad Boys
niggas fuck for Life
Plus Puffy tryin' to see me weak
Hearts I rip
Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia
Some mark ass bitches
We keep on coming
While we running for your jewels
Steady gunning
Keep on busting at them fools
You know the rules
Little Ceasar go ask you homie
How I'll leave you
Cut your young ass up
See you in pieces
Now be deceased
Little Kim,
Don't fuck around with real G's
Quick to snatch your ugly ass, off the streets
So fuck peace
I'll let them niggas know
It's on for Life
Don't let the west side
Ride the night (ha ha)
Bad Boys murdered on Wax and kill
fuck with me
And get your caps peeled
You know, see
[Chorus:]
Grab your glocks when you see 2pac
Call the cops when you see 2pac, uh
Who shot me,
But your punks didn't finish
Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace
nigga, I hit 'em up
Check this out
You motherfuckers know what time it is
I don't know why I'm even on this track
You all niggas ain't even on my level
I'm going to let my little homies
Ride on you
bitch made ass Bad Boys bitches
{ah yo, yo, hold the fuck up}
Get out the way yo
Get out the way yo
Biggie Smalls just got dropped
Little move pass the mac
And let me hit 'em in his back
Frank White needs to get spanked right
For setting up traps
Little accident murderers
And I ain't never heard of you
Poise less gats attack when I'm serving you
Spank the shank
Your whole style when I gank
Guard your rank
'cause I'm a slam your ass in a pang
Puffy weaker than a fuckin' block
I'm running through nigga
And I'm smoking Junior Mafia
In front of you nigga
With the ready power
Tucked in my Guess
Under my Eddie Bauer
Your clout petty sour
I push packages ever hour
I hit 'em up
[Chorus]
Peep how we do it
Keep it real
Its penitentiary steel
This ain't no freestyle battle
All you niggas getting killed
With your mouths open
Tryin' to come up off of me
You and the clouds hoping
Smoking dope
It's like a Shermine
niggas think they learned to fly
But they burn motherfucker you deserve to die
Talking about you Getting Money
But it's funny to me
All you niggas living bummy
While you fucking with me?
I'm a self made Millionaire
Thug livin', out of prison
Pistols in the Air {Air} (Ha Ha)
Biggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch
And beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house
Now it's all about Versace
You copied my style
Five shots couldn't drop me
I took it and smiled
Now I'm back to set the record straight
With my A-K
I'm still the thug that you love to hate
Mother-fucker I'll Hit 'Em Up
I'm from N E W Jers.
Where plenty of murder occurs
No points to come
We bring drama to all you herds
Now go check the scenario
Little Ceas'
I'll bring you fake G's to your knees
Copin' pleas with these
Little Kim is you
Coked up or doped up
Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up
What the fuck?
Is you stupid?
I take money,
crash and mash through Brooklyn
With my click looting, shooting, and polluting your block
With fifteen shot,
Cocked glock to your knot
Outlaw Mafia click moving up another notch
And your Pop stars popped and get dropped and mopped
And all your fake ass east coast props
Brainstormed and locked
You're a beat biter
Pac style taker
I'll tell you to face, you ain't nothing shit but a faker
So fill the Alize with a chaser
'bout to get murdered for the paper
E.d.i I mean post the scene of the caper
Like a loc, with little Ceas' in a choke (uh)
Toting smoke, we ain't no motherfuckin' joke
Thug Life, niggas better be known
Be approaching
In the wide open, gun smoking
No need for hoping
It's a battle lost
I gottem crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off
nigga, I hit 'em up
Now you tell me who won
I see them, they run (ha ha)
They don't wanna see us
Whole Junior Mafia click
Dressing up to be us
How the fuck they gonna be the Mob?
When we always on out job
We millionaire's
Killing ain't fair
But somebody got to do it
Oh yah Mobb Deep (uh)
You wanna fuck with us
You Little young ass motherfuckers
Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something
You're fucking with me, nigga?
You fuck around and catch a seizure or a heart-attack
You better back the fuck up
Before you get smacked the fuck up
This is how we do it on our side
Any of you niggas from New York that want to bring it,
Bring it.
But we ain't singing,
We bringing drama
fuck you and your mother fucking mama.
We're gonna kill all you mother fuckers.
Now when I came out, I told you it was just about biggie.
Then everybody had to open their mouth with a mother fucking opinion
Well this is how we gonna' do this:
fuck Mobb Deep,
fuck Biggie,
fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label, and as a mother fucking crew.
And if you want to be down with Bad Boy,
Then fuck you too.
Chino XL, fuck you too.
All you mother fuckers,
fuck you too.
(take money, take money)
All of y'all mother fuckers,
fuck you, die slow motherfucker.
My four four (.44 magnum) make sure all your kids don't grow.
You motherfuckers can't be us or see us.
We mother fuckin' Thug Life riders.
West Side till' we die.
Out here in California, nigga
We warned ya'
We'll bomb on you mother fuckers.
We do our job.
You think you the mob, nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob
Ain't nothing but killers
And the real niggas, all you motherfuckers feel us.
Our shit goes triple and four quadruple
You niggas laugh 'cause our staff got guns under they motherfuckin' belts
You know how it is and we drop records they felt
You niggas can't feel it
We the realist
fuck 'em.
We Bad Boy killers.
(Dedicated for Pukima Chandrika from our school. We all hate her.)
Well these days are really fuzzy days, busy with stupid works such as stupid folios to be done before the end of this month. That motherfucking Chandrika doesn't accept my work for the second time and I have to rewrite it. Actually in the beginning, she does say typing is legal but no.... Now its forbidden. Fuck her.
Now at school, I have this short, muscular, funny, yet strong had seek my help in English... I have to teach him English now. His name is Alex. He came from Nan Hwa school in Sitiawan. He is a good friend of mine. Shy guy. Too bad he doesn't know English, if not he's a lady killer! He seeked my help in English and I have to teach him English now. My English teacher actually split it before until that time he was playing with his friend sitting beside him and the teacher shouted,
"SIEW JUN YOU EXCHANGE YOUR PLACE WITH KOK KEE!"
I was reading The Prisoner Of Zenda and suddenly I was like, AHHHH???? Until now, I had been sitting beside Alex and teaching him English. He is a good talking type of person.
Anyways, from now on, my favorite song is Hit 'Em Up by Tupac because that fucking Chandrika is the best for this song. Fuck her. My 44 makes all her kids don't grow.
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