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This is usually the part where I leave it to you people, to get the crude, first-hand impression you people have on me.Besides,I find it kinda amusing having you all trying to place me in words.
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J. Raz's Piece Of His Mind...Figuratively.

December 04

Seriously...

     Blogging... Man that word sounds an awful lot familiar... Oh yeah, I guess it was something associated with typing, posting pictures, and yeah not forgetting the part where people of straight and distorted sexuality channel out their emotions. Come to think of it, I guess there was a time not too far back where I could pretty much peg myself as a blogger. An inconsistent one though, but one nevertheless (and for the record, I'm not sexually distorted thank you.) Due to recent events, keyword : HECTIC, I wasn't able to keep up to my end of the bargain (at the end of the last post, I did mention about posting a blog pretty soon...). And now, I've been bound to a single, involuntary thingamajig, which suffice to say I can't really wash my hands off it. -A confession-.

     A single confession of a young man, in the midst of breaking into adulthood, uttering these 7 humiliating, soul shearing words; words that no Man should ever utter on the face of Earth = I-AM-RUNNING-OUT-OF-IDEAS-LAH!-

     Yes, it is true people. I'm just simply running out of friggin ideas as to what I'm suppose to blog about. And to make my tribulation that much sweeter, the urge of blogging seems to be manifesting itself into victimizing others, especially those within close proximity. Like the other day, I was so frustrated that I headed straight for the nearest cat in my sight and gave it a complete body shave off it's fur. Do you even know how much it would've hurt him (yes, I even shaved off the fur around the external genitalia region, so don't come up with your dimwitted questions pertaining the gender of the cat aiit) to not have his tongue licking all over his fur again? To not be able to cough out hairballs, and on some fortunate days, in a projectile manner? To be branded as a social outcast from his clan and to not be able to be in control of his turf? Man, even the greatest aphrodisiac wouldn't spice up his libido. It was only then that I realized what a magnificent, crap, I mean immature act I have committed and what detrimental effects it might most probably lead to .

     So, seriously, I kindly hope all my avid readers out there could somewhat suggest a couple of intriguing topics to blog about. One word of caution before I bolt, for every minute you procrastinate, a cat's social life might be at stake.

     Eagerly anticipating your gracious reply.

p.s. I was just kiddin bout the cat issue aiit. The most I ever did anything to them was to blast them off with a pressurized water-gun. And trust me, they deserved it. So don't be hatin and sending the SPCA or Animal Right Council after me aiit. Wouldn't want a bamboozle stuck up my ass now, do we?

August 10

A Little Boy's Affection Towards A Very Intriguing Myth

     Until this very day, whenever the privilege of time of whatever insignificant amount so happens to be at my disposal, I ponder... Oh yes I do, ponder upon the whereabouts of when and how this 'perception' actually came about... The most likely explanation would be 'Little Mermaid', but personally I still do feel that it started way prior to it.

     Before I go any further, please do excuse my methods of a vague introduction, fellow readers. I'm sure that by now some of you out there are merely clinging onto the edge of exasperation, fuming in rage and possibly embezzled in confusion, of what gibberish this guy is talking about. Thus, I shall hereby procrastinate on a clear-cut explanation no longer. Some of you may have already been buzzed by the hint. For those of you who haven't, I was merely depicting my utter infatuation for a very fascinating mythological creature, the mer-people. Yes, some may think that I'm still living up to my childhood imaginations, unwilling to incarcerate or even obliterate the very thought of such enigmatic organisms. But why should one do so, when I personally find that among all the myths shone into our lives, this one definitely tops the list.

     Since I was a young lad, I had the impression that mer-people (man and maids) use to have their very own kingdom, whereby their lives would mainly revolve around the survival factors i.e. hunting, feeding, shelter, reproduction, etc. And they would also pay homage to a single, divine Ruler, who maintains peace and understanding amongst mer-people. Basically, they were unique creatures who are pretty ignorant, with no sense of curiosity in exploring the world above, living in assumptions that their people were probably far-off much superior in every aspect there is. I doubt they were being pretentious, but it's probably how they've been raised since they were 'kids'.

     Then as I grew a little older, the curiosity in me grew in compliance. I started submerging into books which had anything to do with the subject. It was only then I realized how vast were the theories of the existence of mer-people, theories which seem both rational and irrational. I will not bore you fellow readers with the in-depth history about the Genesis of Mer-People, but many have approved that the perception of mer-people arised somewhere in the 15th century, where a bunch of sailors actually saw a full-form mermaid (i.e. a topless one mind you). Of course the moment the news hit the shores, most people assumed that prolong sailing has a sort of illusive effect. But then further sightings of these mythical creatures were reported, and the fact that this fiction was strongly growing factious slowly began to seek public attention. Captains of arks bore mermaid mannequins on their ships as a symbol of good fortune and the story persists till today.

     It did not take long however, to acknowledge the rising of a deviated group who obviously differed in perception. They generally did share the same principle of the myth, that mer-people do exist, but somehow they happen to find them much more of a hostile race. Similar to their fellow rivals they were not able to produce hard-living evidence, but proclaimed that one of them had actually been seduced, at first, by the mermaid, and as he approached her, its divine beauty and shimmering radiance started to disfigure, ultimately transforming into a hideous and vicious beast. And with no 'head-start' or signs of warning of any sort, it pranced towards the victim and started assaulting it, with no intention but to kill. Fortunately, the victim managed to escape with severe wounds.

     This ideology was retained till this very day, and with the evolution of technology, disturbing yet impressive visuals can be obtained from the Net, where both Light and Dark Visuals of Mer-people are displayed. Personally, it doesn't bother me one bit if mer-people were to be civilized or barbaric in nature. The fact that they are one of the most intriguing myths ever created is left undisputed, and it definitely has my affection, even if I'm not a little boy anymore. (in physique at least!).

     Tune in for my next post coming pretty soon, but until then, Ciao!

December 30

I DARE U! (THE CULMINATION OF AN EPIC SAGA)

'Yes, Friday night would be perfect. Hey Raz, I'm so glad you asked me out. I know this sounds corny, but somehow, I've got this 'feeling' I can't really describe, it's as if... as if we were destined to be together.' *Giggles*
 
-Post-spectacular date,dine,etc.-
 
'Well, this is me. I really had a great time. I can't thank you enough for everything.' Upon completing her last sentence, she slowly bent towards me, her sparkling-infatuated eyes gazing at mine. I could feel her breath on my neck, hyperventilating as I was, as I leaned forward in compliance. As we got closer, it was as if some undefined quantum of 'Energy' started to build up in this relatively constricted space, driving the headlights and the HUD bezerk. Reaching the pinnacle of this 'Energy' build up, our souls entwined, and so did our lips...........well at least it almost did!!!!
 
I woke up all sweaty in my subthermal room, with the alarm clock screaming its ass off, indicating it's 6.00 a.m. I frantically pulled away my covers, only to find my naked self on the bed (no worries people, I did not wet the sheet; it ain't what you think it is), engulfed in ambiguity.
 
WTF! The very words I yelled my ass out 5 times, subsequently getting louder, like I was having a recurrent of Tourette's or something. After reciting it for the 5th time, then I improvised a lil'... WTF was that... then I improvised a lil' bit further... what in the name of mother of all starfishes was that??? And to make it that much 'sweeter', the 'Me' in dream showed no expression of remorse nor reluctance. For the love of God, how could I've been 'Diggin' it? To tag it as a bad dream would most definitely be an understatement. This was by far the worst dream I ever had. Horrific! Ugh...
 
Being subconscious, it took me a while to actually come to my senses. And as I was gurgling, a sudden burst in thought gave me an acute choke. Shit! Sweet mother Russians! Those dreams could actually be made real. I mean it was indubiously unlikely to happen. But the term 'unlikely' has never favoured me. And how likely would the unlikelyness likely be on my unlikely-philic side this time? (Datz some redundant shit aiit...)
 
And that's where it all began. Remember the part where you usually have a bad dream, then you wake up startled, trying to figure out WTH that was, (some mags cry a lil' while if it's really bad), then as the day goes on, you barely remember what was it all about (and for the mags, you laugh at how silly it was that you actually cried over a bad dream, and it's not like you're NOT gonna cry again if history repeats...Sheesh!) This ain't anything like that. This is the kind of dream that sticks really hard, like a Mega-Giga duck tape, and judging by how adhesive and cohesive it is, makes me wonder whether if a bullet would be the only sane route out of this. (Never contemplate suicide people)
 
Night after night these thoughts persisted, without showing any sign of retreat. Infact, these thoughts became so intense, even my ignorant brother started noticing the bloodshot around my eyes. Bloodshots that I once longed to have, thought it looked kinda vicious. Chickz digg guys with the hardcore - menacing looks. That's what I thought, only till I had a first-hand impression of it. Gawd I looked like some junkie who out of nowhere decided to pump iron.
 
As I was saying about the possibilities. I'm not being overly pretentious or anything, but girls have been pretty fascinated with my personality and all and attracting undesirable attention is not something alien-like to me. And thinking of how the previous incidents ended up simply sends chills running down my spine, with goosebumps on the sideline. Silently, I cursed Jeet with all the possible swearing words I could dig up. Why did you have to bring me into this man? Like not getting the attention you ached for wasn't enough, you had to bring a docile soul into the pit. You manipulated the weakness I had and made me go against my conscience.
 
 
And at that instant, I had an epiphany. I mean come on. What's the worst that could happen? Like my good friend once said, "Sometimes man, you just gotta sit back and wait for things to happen, and when it does, grab a bucket of popcorn, sit back and have a panoramic view of the aftermath". The moment my brain processed it, I thought that was definitely Top 5 of the worst lines ever uttered by men. The most impractical shit ever. Sheesh! But come to think of it, it does make sense, in this scenario. Contemporarliy speaking, there's no way I could turn back time and undo my actions.So why fret? Maybe I'm being all pessimistic. For all you know, nothing will happen. Nothing, literally. "Ignorance is bliss."
 
And to my amazement, for the first time, I'm unlikely-philic! She totally ignored my message(s). Think she managed to sniff the whisp of fishyness, and pulled out of it. (Go girl, be street-smart) And, that's it. Finally, it's over. A Win-Win circumstance. Now there you go Jeet. I stood up to the dare, and successfully administered it. It's like one of those Israel-ean Smart-Bombs, where it destroys the designated target, without the casualties. No one got hurt, and above all, my actions did not overrule my principles. (Please refer to "I DARE YOU" post). So much of the immense speculations of what was gonna happen. Sheesh!
 
And to tell you the truth, I actually owe her my sincere gratitude. I wouldn't have started blogging if it wasn't for her. So ******, gracias! So folks, there you have it. Some shitty story huh? Bet I at least wasted 5 minutes of your time. HAHAHA! Mission accomplished. Till my next post, Ciaoz!
 
p.s. In appreciation, I decided NOT to reveal her name.
 
 
December 03

I DARE U!

      The very words uttered to me by a once-pathetic life form (no offense man), one who I would never in a million years, anticipate to voice the 3-killer words, words that I would simply give in to, without contemplation or procrastinaton, nor giving a damn of how severe the disastrous consequences would turn out to be. Despite the inevitable humiliation that I would and will most certainly endeavour, the ever-unsolved riddle as to why I so naively succumb to it remains lingering parasthesiacally and idiopathically within my very self, seeming prospectively perpetual.
 
 
      Usually, complications such as the one I'm currently facing arise due to the other party, but for some reason yet to be exposed to mankind, the Good Lord decided to make my day that much worth living. It was a mere action of locking down the wrong words, at the wrong time, to the wrong person, pertaining the so-twisted matter, which needless to say, concluded by propagating a supra-threshold provoking stimulant, causing these very words to literally be propelled from the mouth of the beholder. 
 
 
      If you're not 'diggin' it already, here's a lil 411. I was dared to ask someone out on a date, something that I have not done in a while (yes people, I have actually done that a couple of times, though in a very silly and imbecile manner, nevertheless an attempt to toast on). To all the great 'playas' across the world, this would definitely seem like a 'walk in a park', an opportunity that any Tom, Harry and let's not forget Dick, would seize immediately upon eyesight. I would definitely think alike, if it wasn't  for the fact that I have absolutely NO, and I mean 0 (cypher) magnitude of attraction towards the 'subject'. Don't get me wrong. I do not despise the 'subject' or whatsoever. As a matter of fact, I don't even know the 'subject' well enough to justify my feelings or impression. It's just that a predicament as such has never stumbled upon my path before, having anxiety and curiosity simultaneously thriving into my veins. And this has got me thinking deeply.
 
 
      Thinking not of the 99% possibility that the 'subject' would definitely stick a huge, pointed pin up my ass, having a HELL NO note hanging below it; but on the contrary, of the insignificant, nevertheless possible 1%, that what if things were to turn out not as planned; what if things were to turn out 'fine'; what if the 'subject' were to say YES? Now, that would definitely be a cause for an alarm. Not only it would seem wrong, but it would be violating my very principles and nature of life; breaking a girl's heart. I'd be overwhelmed with remorse and guilt.
 
 
      But then again, faith and goodwill comes in play. Just as I'd mentioned earlier, the Good Lord probably decided to add a little 'detour' to the trials and tribulations of my life. I acted with no intention as for anyone to get hurt in this silly game (for 2 in this scenario) and I'm almost certain that the Good Lord will never leave me in despair. Everything will turn out A-ok, one way or another. It is after all a silly game which seems so obvious and too corny to buy. For the record, I do not exhibit any form of regret as to why I acted in such manner. Thankfully, I'm able to distinguish the severity of a joke from reality and I do realize the fine line separating |acts that would leave a deep impact| & |acts that are dimwittedly hilarious|. And you know what, this would definitely fall in the latter.
 
 
Till my next blog post, Adios Amigos Muchachos! Ciaoz!
 
 
p.s. the 'subject' and other unspecific elements will be converted into substantially in depth    
      details, in my next post!
      pls. don't mind a few unruly words, it's just post-exam fever. Savvy?
 
 
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