Good mornin'

Your dreams

I accidentally bumped into a blog today which provided answers to what causes the communication gap between parents and children.

It's a nothing-special blog to begin with but it made me scan through the lines using 7 minutes. I know it's 7 minutes because I took that same amount of time to finish my dinner.

The blog started with the marriage of two persons and then the journey of the wife's pregnancy until the labor which was last week. There were all those ultrasound photos showing the baby, the baby stuff they bought, the baby bed and things like that.




The posts were updated almost once a month or more frequent.

What a sweet nice blog right? And you are starting to think to have a blog or online diary throughout your pregnancy so that your baby can look back at the days when she was in your stomach. Wanna be one of those new age mums. Soooooo cool. Although you are now still a virgin who greets "Hy men!" instead of "Hi men!" when you see men.





The first interesting part is here. The blog started in April 2009 when the couple married. But the baby was born last week. Full term.

Using my primary one science knowledge and my 23 years of experience being a male, I infer that this guy fucked the girl with no rubber on, and the girl got pregnant without realizing until the 3rd or 4th month. After some arguing and slap exchanges in the bedroom, they decided to abort the child but the clinics were all closed for April's Fool. Then they went to the pharmacy and bought 10 dozens of enema liquid pump, shove them into the girl's asshole



and pumped like how the DJ's pump up the disco.


Still, the fetus didn't come out.

With no choices left, the guy was forced to marry the girl. And they started the blog.

That's just my inference. It might be the truth, who knows?

The second interesting part is here.

The blog writer, whom I believe is the father, used first-person narrative to write the blog which means the blog was written as if the baby was the writer, talking to her parents.

In the last few posts, the problems came.

The writer starts to write things like

" I am coming out to the world soon, I promise to my daddy and mummy I will be a great daughter. I will be a doctor who heals every one who is sick and let my parents live a good life"

" I will be a princess who plays good piano and paint beautiful paintings."


Terrible.

What if the girl just wanna be a tomboy and smokes weed every day? What if the girl wanna be a truck driver who doesn't know how to play piano?

This is why there are children who turn out to be so-called "unfilial" just because they don't want to use their lives to fulfill their parents' dreams.


Those are the parents' dreams, not their dreams.


"Welcome" to the baby who has just arrived at this world, sorry for the unexpected dreams which are waiting for her to chase, the doctor for her to be, the piano for her to play.......




I am lucky that no one chose any dreams for me.

Wet or dry or half-wet-half-dry, I am the sole decider.

Bloody time

Mafia killing, seal hunting, baby dropping onto railway



you name it, I have it




How easy it is to kill someone in a calm fashion.




They call this "clubbing".

The baby didn't die though.

I always prepare some decent photos to cool you down after those violent visual input. This time I have a naked china man.



A china man who escaped from his girlfriend's house through the window when the girl's husband stormed into the house.

The lucky thing was he escaped, although naked.

The unlucky thing was there are people with cameras downstairs.

Being practical

I was having a tough time thinking about the different birthday gifts for different people in October. October is the most money-and-soul-sucking month because there are too many important people who were born in October.

Now standing in November while looking back at the previous month, I've spent some big bucks for all the birthday gifts. Although the sincerity within gifts are not measured by its price or money value, how many times can you D.I.Y. the gifts in such a short period? Some gifts cannot be made by ourselves, we have to buy.

The biggest headache was my mother's birthday gift. I have a female patient who is 68 years old but looks 40 with almost zero wrinkles on her face. Her actual age almost shocked my balls off. I was able to retain my balls thanks to my durable scrotum and the wrinkles on it which allow the surface to expand and pull my balls back.

Lamb placenta was her secret. She fully recovered from her stroke in less than 1 week which was very surprising. I asked her if the placenta is so powerful why did she get a stroke then? She told me she smoked at least 1 packet of dunhill a day. Bravo.

So I had to choose between

a. lamb placenta injections

b. a vacation

c. an LED

All three cost almost the same

It took me more than 3 weeks to think

In the end, I made the most practical decision, that is to give her cash. I don't have to think what to buy because she may have something else in her mind. Cash is the best.

Cash is always a human's best friend. Dog, next time maybe.

Anyways, happy birthday to everyone who celebrated their birthday in October. And please, treasure the gifts I prepared for you, they are all made from my sweat.

And

the girls blame us for touching their stuff.






when they are the ones who started all these.

Uncle Ahmed

A few days ago I read an article which said scientists have proven that men should marry women who are at least 5 years younger and cleverer than them if they want the relationships to last long.

I'm sure this man, Ahmed Muhamed Dore from Somali realized this fact much earlier than the scientists.

In fact he "over-interpreted" it by marrying a 17-year-old girl.

He is 112 years old. With a total of 114 children and grandchildren, 5 wives, and an eldest son of 80 years old.

I respect him not because he marries a girl 95 years younger than him.

I respect him because the life expectancy for Somalia man is only 47.78 years and he has doubled the life span of the average men there and having triple on its way- if he lives for another 30 years.

Some may say in this case, love has no age barrier.

I say in this case, lust has no time barrier.

Ahmed says he has waited for the girl to grow up before marrying her. He is saying he fell in love with her since she was a baby?





Hmmmm.........I don't think she was any cuter as a baby.

Alright, I say bad things again, have to stop this habit. Well, maybe she was coincidentally stung by the bees on her cheeks before she took this wedding photo. She might be a pretty girl if it wasn't for those bees.

This is it

Someone from WHO predicts that 80% of the world's population will be infected by H1N1 in spring 2010.

As of today, the world's population is 6.792 billion. So it means 5.434 billion people will be attacked while 1.359 billion people will be safe.

Malaysia has about 25000000 people. There is a chance that the whole country will be safe because our population is within the 1.359 billion range!!! Yoohoo!

Another point is, Malaysia has no spring, no summer, no autumn, no winter. They say it's gonna hit us in spring 2009, we don't have spring, so we are even safer!!!





OK, not possible.

If the world really wants Malaysia to have at least someone to participate in H1N1 so that they feel more emotionally balanced, OKla, we send a few representatives la!








Sending them to the H1N1 camp will not only fulfill the criteria that every country must have at least some who kena H1n1, it will also make our country more peaceful.

You see, even Obama digs his own grave after announcing H1n1 national emergency this week. The shame of receiving nobel peace prize might contribute a little bit to this action as well.




If this is it.





And this is eat





Then this is shit.

It's coming like a squirt.

One

As united Malaysians, we should chant the mantra of one Malaysia as one, live as one, and fall into Sungai Kampar as one.














And we leave ONE of our friends dead in the river.

Yet they still want this camp to go on.

Good job.

Pierce

There was a trend where the fellas in Sungai Wang liked to pierce their ears and wear ear rings shaped like the core of my toilet paper.

Most of them will wear black-thick-frame spectacles






and have some tattoos somewhere on their bodies




I don't know if the trend is still there but that's not important because if they think having toilet-roll ear rings is cool, I have something to scare the shit outta them.

Take the Kao Ong Ia stuff in Thailand!! This is ONG IA POWER!!!!!!

































Sorry if they cause any discomfort in your stomach.


I am responsible for cooling you down.


So we'll just relax with a special photo like this.





His teacher tore his cheek off in the classroom.

OK, sorry again.

We relax with this. If you are familiar with this memorial service and this song. I am sure you couldn't have missed the first guy who sang.




A man who looks exactly like Gon.

Did you care about their lives?

I guess many of you will like these pictures.

The everyday lives of the things we never noticed.

The Italian Job

The cunning orange

( Preparation H is a medication for hemorrhoid. Hemorrhoid simply means the swelling and inflammation in your asshole. Just like the fella down there. )


















The creator: Terry Border

0.00185 inch away

6 degrees of separation is one of the reasons why facebook makes the world become so small.

It is also the reason why condoms or any other precautions have to be used if you're not planning to get kids.

Just add the word "fucks" on top of those lines. You'll know why.



It is very inappropriate and disrespectful for us to ask our own lovers/marriage partners who or how many people he/she has done all these while.

Even if he/she tells, we'ld never know it's the truth.

Even if he/she tells, would you know if Paul from New Zealand or Ah Lian from Singapore has STD?








You may think STD does not pass that easily, imagine STD as the chewing gum in this video.


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A is your high school classmate. He fucked B, his ex girlfriend. B went overseas, fucked an African in South Africa. The African went to Singapore and fucked a cleaner at the MRT station. The cleaner went back to Nepal and fucked his boyfriend. His boyfriend was a bisexual fella and fucked another college girl who was planning to get a degree in KL. You met this girl at Jogoya eating with her friends and fucked her after some shoju.


In the end, you fucked your high school classmate and you get all the stuff from the high school friend, the African, the cleaner, and the bisexual. All from 1 person. How scary can that be.

That's just one example but that is something worth noticing.

The another big reason for using safe sex.





Imagine being with kids like that almost every day in the hospital. That's my life. It has developed my "auto-ear-shut-down" system so I think I will be OK if I have a very noisy wife in the future.


Seeing friends at my age being locked down in marriages because of the babies, seriously, I feel very light and easy. And those who push the responsiblities to the old parents to take care of their kids when they are at work, too bad. The parents should be enjoying their lives, touring the world and not wiping the babies' asses.

There are some who get married and have babies very early because they think they love their boyfriends or girlfriends, well, true love sure exists in this world, but friend, your love has only reached 8 am of your 8am-5pm work, you sure you're not gonna take an emergency leave before lunch time? :)


Even the elder ones expect things to happen.

Trojan - "Expect Anything" from BEN MEDINA on Vimeo.

The kids and STD's are just 0.00185 inch away.




Of course, if you're legally married and has nothing to do at home but to breed like a rabbit, the above information was all irrelevant.

Just go without the gloves!!

Yes we can! Yes you can! Yes he can! Yes she can! Yes it can!

Obama proves Adidas slogan a truth earlier this month.




( Off topic: Look at Ali's body, look at that...)


And yes, we can!


When a person who sends more troops to Afghanistan than George Bush, selling machine guns to every man in the world so that he can kill his neighbour for peeping his mother clearing ear wax, and pointing missiles at every other country's ass can receive nobel peace prize, what can't we?




In case you say my statement is a belated one after I see the shits Obama is creating now, flip through these historical pages.


http://qingworld.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-those-stupids-who-shouted-yes-obama.html
( Written on 23rd of November 2008)

http://qingworld.blogspot.com/2009/02/whos-your-daddy.html
( Written on February 19 2009)

Those so hai fans of Obama from Malaysia who shouted "change" when Obama was elected, what say you?

There was one Singaporean obama-supporting asshole from Nuffnang who tried to deny my statement and said my points were baseless as if he knows obama that well and fucks obama every morning...I wonder where he is, if I see him, I'll ask him to drink my pee.

I think I have to go find his picture and post it here..In his profile picture, I remember he wore his grandpa's shades and acted hip hop like a loose penis foreskin.

Neither am I a peace lover.

Back to Osama's brother.

Sorry Will, although you share the same skin colour, you didn't really see through your mate Obama.



Obama doesn't agree with your song "one tribe".




He only agrees to the term "Want fight".