Saturday, December 27, 2014

Concoction of Clandestine Crematorium

My biggest fear is no one ever truly love me or care about me. And it's probably happening right now, fast and unexpected. Maybe I did see it coming. Maybe I deserve it. I have a beloved special person and I know I am taking her for granted. I wish I am more reliable in my current condition. A healthy adult ,everything suppose to be possible,within my reach and the world is mine for the taking.Lately and chronically I have not feeling too well,or too happy. All my mistake and regret seem to come my way and I find myself trying hard to cope with every mental trauma that keep resurging from the shadow of the past. It's constant and it hurt. It hurt so much and I need to learn not to let this rage and disappointment control me. Looking back, happiness is a queer and foreign word. Everything I done seem to haunt me in my darkest hour. I tried. I didn't make it. I keep wanting more. Bitter with every unfulfilled craving. I wish I was somebody else. Happy doing cool stuff and living the dream of many. But don't believe everything I say because this is the depression talking, and not me.

No end has better beginning

Thursday, October 16, 2014

Sapien Tribune

To be a man is to hold unbearable pain

To be a man is to endure long and unbroken hardship

To be a man is to face wave after wave of disappointment

To be a man is to fail everything in life but still dream of success

To be man is to know there is no happiness and still get the job done

A man never wished to be  man,but he was crafted,molded by untold misery and circumstances.

A man long to relinquished his burden and just be the boy whose simple delight is 20 cent bubble blower.

Meta-analysis of Game

Video game is the bane of humanity. Hundreds and thousands hours wasted for a pointless end. You get absolutely nothing after you finish that game. I bet if the countless hours spend playing video game is used for more beneficial pursuit, like....... I don't know... cure for cancer, solving world hunger, new clean energy, making Keough rich, whatever.

Instead, all the collective force of human mind is poured into the abyss we call video game.( In fact we even pour our money into it sometimes)

The addiction is real, don't ask me how to quit, I'm just your averagely handsome-Malaysian-blogger. What do I know. I don't even own a car.

We crave the sense of quasi-achievement , that's why we come back to that game again and again. WE WANT TO FEEL WE ACHIEVE SOMETHING, thus we are the gullible victim of addiction of success,lure by promise of victories provided through the game. We feel the need to have purpose in life. We feel the need to have our life mean something and game provided this generously.

However, does anything in our life have meaning?

Is anything worthwhile doing?

As you step on the door of death, you turn back and see everything is meaningless.

Don't listen to me. I am just a shadow mist.

Death by Damascus

Thanks a fuck for cutting in front me in the cashier line, I honestly grateful for being treated rudely and I can't wait to be treated like that again. Yes,I am talking to you 40 years old something cunt on period (I know this for a fact because she bought pad) and stupid 20 years old something man/faggot.
I notice you both cut me in line moron, next time I see you both, I am gonna literally fucking kill you with a sharp knife make you bleed all over the cash register machine,and after that i'm gonna rape your hot daughter and make her cum till she died from excessive-orgasm. 

That's not all, I'm gonna buried that body in different place of the world, head-Ukraine,limb-Syria, genital-Pakistan.

If you are these kind of sick bastard, do me a favor , go to the nearest terrorist headquarter and ask to be beheaded. Don't ask to be film because cunt like you don't deserve any special attention.

Photo of how of people who cut in-line die

 Do you know what they do to people like you in hell? They burn you beside Hitler and make you suck Justin Bieber cock while you are being anally rape by The Hulk.

For anyone who is offended by this unforgivable crime, I would totally understand if you punch the criminal in the mouth. In fact ,it should be legally mandatory to punch them in the mouth. Furthermore,it should be compulsory to teach kid in the kindergarten how to punch people in the mouth.


Thanks for watching today's episode of AppleWaffle, my name is Keough and I'M PISS OFF

Introvert guide to Party

Party,if you get invited to one ,good for you. Party is where you get to eat unlimited food with myriad choice.What could go wrong Sir Keough? Free food,free drink and you are good to go. WRONG WONG WRONG. Party is where you sit like dumbfuck for 30 minutes or more trying to strike a conversation with strangers. Some considered this as 3rd level of hell. So here is an introvert guide to party.

1. Eat slowly, so you have something to do for the next 30 minutes

2. Drink slowly ,same reason with above.

3. Don’t have eye contact with other woman

4. Don’t sit beside married lady

5. Don’t sit beside single lady

6. Don’t sit beside a photo of single lady

7. Don’t sit when they play the song ‘Single Lady” by Beyonce

8. Crawl Sit as far as possible from other people

9. Don’t try to make any joke,you probably gonna screw it up anyway.

10. Resist the urge to talk to anyone

11. Smile at people passing by

Since I know most of your brain is smaller than mine, this is all.

The Reluctant Jew

There was a boy who is tall and always smile. He would talk to anyone he meet. He would comment and chat with everyone in his facebook. He would chatter non-stop with his classmate.  No one ever reply his text and call and no one ever chat or comment in his facebook. Soon the boy realize no one like him . Everyone was talking bad things about him behind his back and collectively agree to hate him. Some of them even bully and verbally torture the boy. He become depressed and suicidal . He is now writing a blog nobody read and he live alone sadly ever after. The end.
Mazel tov!

Adventure in IKEA

Getting there as as your mom. The traffic is really heavy because me and my missus went there during the weekend. Parking place was ample

The place got some Nepal security guard whom don't speak Malay language so if I were you, I pack one pocket-edition Malay-Nepal Oxoford dictionary.

Me and my missus is dying to taste the IKEA meatball but the line is like crazy long ( I counted,its like 100 people in the line) , ain't nobody got time for that,so we get the fuck out from the restaurant area and start shopping immediately. 

The IKEA store has a linear path, so once you enter, you have to visit ALL the section ,such as Bedroom section and kitchen section if you want to exit the building. So in the event of fire, you probably die. 

You will NOTICE that all the book in IKEA that were lying around is not worth to steal because they are all in Swedish . (In the event that you know Swedish, you know what to do and good luck )

A lot of beautiful ladies AND GUYS trying to flirt with Keough but his missus chase them away with her half-baked wing chun.

We bought a heavy-arse table, juicer, a couple of chair, and 4kg of weed.

The dinner in IPC mall was splendid, we had the most tender and delicious Nasi Ayam with their very very generous portion of sliced salty black sauce chicken. But just in case if I get Salmonella and die, please sue them for my behalf.
I bought 4 roses for my beloved and she toss them inside the IKEA yellow bag, so I'm kinda sad by that but it's okay,I still love her thought. Well, I'm sure 200 hours of dota2 could cheer me up.( I GO MID) 


Guardian of the Hooker Bar

The funny thing about security guard in Malaysia (and I'm not talking about the nepal security guard,they are good) is they will find the most cripple,senile or woman person to do the job. What,you age is just 73? Welcome aboard! Here is your baton, your uniform and your newspaper and you are good to go. Whistle? Oh no, we don't have budget for that. Paper-spray? Buy it yourself.

Photo of Keough while he is in Afghanistan, trying to defend Iraq.Death to America!

Come on,man. How do you expect this senile/ cripple /obese woman to guard something when they are that disabled? I once saw a security guard that is so thin,a gentle breeze would fly him away.

Now that we have identified the problem, let proceed to the solution. Here is my suggestion/job-advertisement for security officer.

  • Strictly Male
  • Have six-pack and buff
  • Must at least know wing chun or have a black belt in karate
  • Age 22-40
  • Minimum on year experience in Afghanistan
  • Able to kill with just stare.
  • Good knowledge in adobe photoshop CS5 
  • Able to read,write and explain String Field Theory


Thanks for wathcing today's episode of Apple Waffle. My name is Earl Keough and I sometimes blush when I look at my own photo.

Friday, October 3, 2014

A Bagful of Tears and Mucus

School kids now days is so different from my time.

Back on my days, nobody have a facebook account

Back in my days, nobody have handphone

Back in my days, they don't post video about their love

Back in my days, cane and slap is routine procedure to discipline misbehaving children/teenagers

Back in my days, we don't have a judo club

Back in my days, nodody know what is futsal and there is no free futsal court nearby

Back in my days, presentation was based on paper, not powerpoint

Back in my days, people send love letter,not SMS

Back in my days, there is no wifi at school and we dont even know how to use the internet

Back in my days, we don't have anyone to assist the children to cross the road.

Thanks for watching today's episode of Apple Waffle, my name is Keough and I am 80 years old.

Sunday, September 28, 2014

Cheating Charlton

Yours truly and the missus went to dinner at Carlton  Hotel in Shah Alam. This is an honest review,i mean brutally review. If you don't like it,suck my left nut,then the right one, and tell your momma Keough don't care.

Without further ado, I pass the mic to my beloved beautiful,cute,adorable,lovable,sexy,smexy missus a.k.a Jennifer Lawrence twin...........Pumpkin!

(Diclaimer :I did not been forced to write above)

If we want to eat nasi,we go to mamak,we don't eat at hotel. It's a cowboy theme,I don't understand  why they don't serve western food. Why we spend money to buy cloth and eat food we can found at nearby street/hooker bar. Well, they did serve sirloine steak... nearby the undercook spaghetti. Sirloine steak my ass,it taste like dogshit roll over on a cow shit. 
I WANT REFUND !!!!!!!!!!

The only good thing about the dinner is everyone tried their best to not-noticing us.. and that's what we want! Everyone stupidly wears costume they bought from i-sock (watever I don't care) and not to mention quadraple layer of make ups that make them look like a chinese opera actor... If you ever watch a Kabuki show, (or ever sleep with a transexual prostitute) you will know what I mean. 

for you reference

I just imagined that we will need to puke after each course to fit the other course... tuns out we are still feeling hungry going back home.

*Pumpkin pass the mic back to Keough and yell refund every 3 seconds

Everything this was under-seasoned or under-cooked. You could still taste the raw flour in the spaghetti and laksa. They got live concert which play the most corniest song ever. However there is ample parking space. The toilet is immaculate. Overall, it's sucks.

Eddy rating : -100
Pumkin rating: -5 I WANT REFUND!!!!!!!!!!

Behind The Scene

Dear valued reader a.k.a waffle-eater,Apple Waffle Industries is motivated to bring you the most excellent retarded piece of shit every week and we hope you will continue to grow with us. We are grateful for our partnership and would be happy to pleasure you sexually for years to come. Thank you for reading Apple Waffle and we like to personally give you imaginary 1000 dollar. Apple Waffle Industries would also like to thanks our beloved employee for their contribution in producing the most wonderfully lousy blog in the history. Without further ado, here is a list of Apple Waffle Industries employee.

He is a humble bussinessman with a small cock.

Laura Slenderman
She was born in Kulim and like to eat laksa asam.

Patrick Spenderman
Audio Master
He is a Manchesterpool fan (Manchester United + Liverpool) and love karaoke.

Kha Khee Busyuk
He collect stamp and have the longest chest hair in his hometown, Phuket.

Damien Koldobolvokotsky
He is a tall man with dark hair. He once almost shake hand with a girl.

Pravda Pravada Prapit
She loves to cook curry and dance to Bollywood. Her star-sign is Cancer.

Tim Norton
Graphic Designer
He come to work late and never attend meeting.

Arnold Scwazerneiger
Toilet Cleaner
He used to be a famous star in action-film

Bruce Willis
He claimed he was in die hard 1 ,2,3,4 and 5 but nobody in the office believe him.

Berus Bilis
Head Clerk
A big fan of fishing and good friend of Bruce Willis

Chong Chong Chin
He still haven't watch Hunger Game and he like to involve in car accident.

Barack Obama
He enjoy kidney stone and heart disease. Sometimes he yell freedom for no reason.

Maria Ozaza
She never watch porn. Poor girl....

Juliana Evan
We never knew how she got her BMW but we knew who scratch her car.

Lord Voldermort
Human Resource
"Why nobody come to my office?"

Quality Assurance
Her wife got rich from bribery and they have 80 rich in-laws.

Friday, September 19, 2014

Sabbatical without a Sabbatical

Disclaimer:Oh boy, this post gonna be super-like diary type blog,so if you feel regret reading this, contact me and I will give you free potato.

A sabbatical without a sabbatical. Is that even possible,logical or non-paradoxical at all? Is it possible for soul searching achieve it's objective despite the exclusion of the "searching" , what are to be found in the search and will the answer ever be found at all?

If you never ever been in dilemma where you are unsure of how to live,on how to be a  part of this world, how to have peace despite of all the negativity around you and surrounding you, well I am glad for you and may you never be imprison in this mental state.

I and some unfortunate few have to struggle to find the meaning of our life, the meaning behind our suffering and how to keep our sanity intact and be at peace with the past,presence and future .(but mostly the past)

If you watch "Honey and Clover",which is a delightful anime show that you wont be sorry to watch, this is the part Takemoto ride his bicycle across Japan. This is also the part where Forest Gump start running when Jenny left her.Or maybe your dad had done it or still doing it,that's why he is still in Burma or Africa or whatever with just a back pack and clothes on his body.

I could tell you with confident, my dear and dearest loyal reader, that I am not strong for soul searching. I love comfort. I love my bed and my pillow and my food and my books. I am not prepare to start a journey onto the unknown,(preferentially by foot),I am not fond of hardship, but if I have to give a destination, I say I might as well walk around Malaysia.

For me , the word soul searching is not appealing at all. I am not searching for soul or any ghost of dead person. What I am searching for is myself. Who is me. What am I. What am I doing with my life. How do I carry on at this point. When I embark on my quest to find myself,I keep searching for the answer of these question.

  1.  The meaning of our life.
  2. The reason behind our suffering. 
  3.  How to end our suffering.
  4. Everyone around me look so damn happy, why can't I be like that?
Midway through my soul searching,it occur to me that maybe :
I will never find my answer and I could live my whole life and still not found the answer.

I could smugly tell you that my journey start this morning and end at exactly 1.04 PM. (GMT +7 ,PDT 10 PM). The answer is for me and me alone. How I discover it and what my answer is won't be explicitly written on this monograph and indubitably remain a secret. This is my answer and my answer shall never be reasonably satisfactory for you or anyone else,am I right. You just have to do it the hard way by embarking on your own quest. ( Don't forget your fire-torch and knife)

Friday, September 12, 2014

Keough Fascinating Journey with ADHD

Man, do where I start? Having ADHD is not walk in the park. It's tough. ADHD stands for 
Adult Diapers Honrny Diabetic
Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder. 

How do I know this, well,I was born with it la...duhhh.

I have this crazy endless energy to play futsal or basketball for 4 hours straight.I feel like I have endless stamina. I remember playing badminton 5 hours straight while under the hot sun and FASTING.When I'm walking to the shopping mall or dating (yes,I have girlfriend and she is not imaginary),I have this crazy strong urge to run around and around and around.

As a child, Ryan Gosling was reportedly unable to read and was diagnosed with attention deficit hyperactivity disorder (ADHD), prescribed Ritalin, and placed in a class for special-needs students.

Even if I am just walking to shop nearby, I feel like running and jumping over any  parked motorcycle or dead hooker AND climb any fence or wall that block me. ( I may or may not be naked during the aforementioned process)

Hyper? Yeah,you could say that. I am rather smug with my endless stamina. (flex muscle and eyebrow and penis )

"My doctor diagnosed me with ADHD in my early teens. What was really helpful to me was learning that this was a real medical condition – I had ADHD."-Adam Levine ,Maroon5

Furthermore,if you have ADHD,you will never, I repeat, you will never allow other people to complete their question. I'll tell you what you do. You will blurt out your answer faster than the spasm of my grandma convulsing ,like it's a fucking  Science Quiz Championship.I mean, you know you are fucking awesome when you speed of answer is equivalent to the speed of light, I bet Einstein dream to do experiment on your juicy lips if he is still alive.

Will Smith never settled for one lane and this is a direct result of his ADHD. Will once described himself as the “fun one who had trouble paying attention.” He even admitted before that he has trouble reading movie scripts.

In addition, the most sure-fire, indubitable way to know you have ADHD is you never do school homework. Even if you did do it, you work is half-arse or not finished. I have ADHD so I never completed my work. Stop calling ADHD people lazy. We are not lazy. We just have poor concentration


*the producer calm down Keough with a slap and two punch

*after being slap,everyone left the studio except Damien the Cameraman, he always like to jerk on Keough face while he is unconscious from being punch

*Damien is not gay but he is bi-curios and a closet-communist

*you must be wondering why you even bother to read this retarded shit 

Thank for wathcing today's episode of Apple Waffle, my name is Keough and I may or may not be writing this blog in the toilet. *flush

P/s : My stool is star-shape today...and green in colour

Friday, September 5, 2014

The Burden of Autism

I have autism thus explaining the crazy and the unfocused content of this blog.

Having autism is awful. People call you weird and you are guaranteed to have no friend. Autism people just don't understand social function. They don't understand human interaction.

Since I did not know how interact to normal human,I tend to anger them and make them hate me unintentionally.Some of you may point out that maybe people hate me because I am such an arsehole but 
I am such an arsehole because I don't understand the proper way to interact with other human.

Forget Higgs boson and Theory of Relativity,for me, talking and retaining relationship is the most mysterious thing in the world.

Einstein could not stand for his children to touch him.

Did I mention that people call you weird? Yes I did, and they call you weird A LOT. (Especially behind your back and behind the back of your house)

Furthermore,having autism mean you are born never to behave socially acceptable in 75% of the times. We are born to suffer the jeers and snickers, the mockery and insults,not to mention snide and derogatory remarks.

We just think differently.

So those of you who does not have this burden of autism, you better be grateful to your lord,Allah,Jesus,Amon-Ra or whatever.

Newton was very quiet and not very good at ‘small talk’, or typical day to day conversations. Newton was not good at keeping or making friends as he did not appear friendly, nor did he know how to talk with individuals he did consider to be friends. Newton also relied strongly upon routines. For example, if he had been scheduled to give a lecture, that lecture was going to happen whether there was an audience or not.

We autistic people tend to behave borderline schizophrenic but actually we are not.That's why we are not taking any anti-psychotic,thank you.(Maybe I should? Muahahhahaha *throw bomb at the bookstore while naked*)

Sorry to interrupt you, your-holy-handsomeness Keough, there must be a reason God created you this way. Maybe it's a blessing.

Right, I should use this autism ,this power for good just like Dexter Morgan. However I do like to imply that the power of constantly-making-people-hate-you and the power of borderline-schizophrenic is useless and should never use on anyone.(Including prostitute)

Besides that,I constantly feel regret and  ashamed of everything I did ,even if the embarrassing event was 6 months ago.   

Well, enough nonsense for one day. Thank you for reading my beautifully crafted monograph, I am Keough and if you stop reading my blog, Demon of Herpes will kiss you on your ding dong.

Further reading :

Sunday, August 31, 2014

HI YAAALSS <<shoot dat creature before it lay eggs!!!

i'm Pumpkin, the blog owners' fiance...ohh i know how annoyed you can be when reading this.

first... am not a grammar nazi like keough cough...cough....

second..... am not funny like him.

fourth..... (where is the third? aa forget it. am so tired to the point am becoming a retard) am a retard who will-write-fourth-without-stating-the-third kind of tard) am being forced to write this shite while am struggling with"to eat or not to eat" mood. =________=

All of my entire life I've been struggling with fat.. I am fat since I am an unfertilized ovum (staaahhhpppp!!!! don't say any further!!!!)
yeah... I am FAT until now. I am on effing diet since i am 5 years old. on and off. fat and skinny and borderline fat.
I love to eat.... I eat when am happy...when am busy....when am bored.... but I will never eat when I feel like I have to go rot.

Here is several thing that I did to keep me in shape:
1. do nothing- so that I will not get hungry... but I owez hungry after 2 hour of nohingness
2. be jealous at the skinny girl and curse them behind their back (I think they are hypocrite... they love to eat but they just want to make me miserable by being skinny..showing off their bones)
3. binge eating and 'accidentally' throw back (I will never do that again cuz it is a waste of money.. It's a prove that I sometimes can be stupid.. at least I admit it. unlike YOU )
4. look at Denka's picture (am jealous to the point I can't look at her anymore)
5. exercise twice a year..... *keough smack me from behind
6. makes my self emo for the tiniest reason. (but I can't be emo more than 1 hour by my self.. I have break a record being emo for 5 hour when Keough took my car to bring his retarded friend to Puchong when the car has no road tax)

so there is 6 tips for keep your self miserable skinny.

Friday, August 29, 2014


I guess I am closet anarchist
I never believe in law and justice,if I did,it stopped long time ago.
You think law could protect you?
Law only serves money and power.
Law corrupt.
I follow no law but my own.
I don’t give a damn about your law.
I am the master of myself and master of the world
And in my world,you are just piece of worthless shite,an unintelligent carbon compound, dispensable
and valueless.
Justice is illusion , championed without meaning,uphold blindly without real value.

Good men shy away when evil lurk in open.Atrocity in broad daylight goes unpunished.Thats how the world work lad,and what you gonna do about it?

Tuesday, August 5, 2014

Benediction of a Dagger

Have you ever met someone so disgustingly loathsome and rude and you want to bang her skull sideway to the wall until the SKULL break and the brain reduce to a liquid puddle and dance on the corpse to the tune of gangnam style? Meet my dishonorable sister a.k.a royal bitch of Bitchland. You may be my sister but in Apple Waffle,when you get on my nerve,you REEEEEEEEAALLY get it.The rudeness in the way she spoke to me left me scratching my hair,my armpit hair,pubic hair and anal hair. (not that I have anal hair…)
*AppleWaffle cameraman shout in background* "but you do have anal hair..I know this for a fact bcoz you are always NAKED on the camera!"
and to ANYONE who don’t like what they read here, 
Go watch internet pornography or whatever. We all know you like midget porn the most.

Where was I? Sorry for the sudden outburst, I just hate it when people condemn my writing. I MEAN,

Have to let that one out,sorry again for the sudden outburst back to the story. I mean so what,I call my own sister bitch,if you act like one,you will entitle to said title. FOR FUCK SAKE WHY YOU ALL KEEP JUDGING ME,IM NOT PERFECT OK…..SAKHGS,YHFCGSDBAEKLVHJVHNFD,ZS VHK

*Gordon Ramsay suddenly come and SLAP Keough and said,"Calm down Keough,get a grip"*

After a few round of weed,unprotected sex, antidepressant medication,antipsychotic medication,3 years of rehab in mental institution, Keough return and continue writing this blog.

Stupid people like my sister don’t want any help and they don’t know they are stupid. The best thing to do is don’t get involve in their stupidity,or you be stooopid yourself. You stay away from stupid people,plant landmine around your house. If they ever try to come near you,engage with missile strike from predator. Do a double tap,kill her and the rescuer who try to save the dead body.  OR do a double double tap, you kill her,the first rescuer,the second rescuer and the third rescuer that try to save the body of first and second rescuer. OR you could just use nuclear weapon you bought from RUSSIA. I don’t think you should use nuclear weapon thought,because you might be also killed from the explosion.

Did anyone got headache reading this? I got headache writing this. Thanks for watching today’s episode of Apple Waffle,. My name is Keough and I love you,so sex after?

Sunday, July 6, 2014

Phantom Post

grim determination personifies one of the most enduring images of Japanese soldiers during the war - that Japanese fighting men did not surrender, even in the face of insuperable odds.

Every Japanese soldier was prepared for death, but as an intelligence officer I was ordered to conduct guerrilla warfare and not to die-Onodo

He feared they would take him as a prisoner of war - that would have been the greatest shame for a Japanese soldier and for his family back home,"

Although some Japanese were taken prisoner, most fought until they were killed or committed suicide. In the last, desperate months of the war, this image was also applied to Japanese civilians. To the horror of American troops advancing on Saipan, they saw mothers clutching their babies hurling themselves over the cliffs rather than be taken prisoner.

Not only were there virtually no survivors of the 30,000 strong Japanese garrison on Saipan, two out of every three civilians - some 22,000 in all - also died. no surrender.

The great classic of Bushido - 'Hagakure' written in the early 18th century - begins with the words, 'Bushido is a way of dying'

did not surrender

Monday, June 23, 2014

Love Letter to the Dead

Enter a war and return a hero. The soldiers don't chase the glory, they are just doing something that need to be done,even thought they knew they going to die doing it.They die nameless as they fight nameless.

For the people whose country I cannot imagine how ashamed,how deep the sadness,or the severity of their pride shattered. To have a home yet destroyed and molested. To have a home yet brutalized and blatantly killed. Maybe the dead have the better mercy than the living.

Reagan was right. To use a nuclear weapon on another country is unthinkable. Vietnam War bothered me so much. How could you,how dare you, ask me to believe in humanity, to trust another person, when they constantly and consciously turn their back on unmitigated injustice? To see a grown man recounting the story how their friend die in the war is to see pain in its most raw true form.

They taste of food, the breath the air, feeling the solid ground beneath your feet,these privileges taken from the victim of our ignorance. The real is human is the guy standing non-stop for 12 hours with a manila card that spells ' Stop War". As real tears drop fall down my cheeks writing this, I stand crestfallen and broken-hearted to learn that no matter how much I cry,how many tears I shed,  am powerless to stop what already happened, what is happening and what going to happen in the future. Trapped in a world with no mercy and hypocrisy,how could I continue walking this earth and still call myself a man when I did nothing to rectify everything that is sick and wrong with this world? I guess speaking is best done through bullets.

Saturday, June 21, 2014


The problem with my futsal-mate is they are nervous with the ball. They are nervous passing the ball,they are nervous moving with the ball,and nervous having the ball.And they will never never never ever pass the ball forward,they are just not confidence enough to pass the ball forward. They pass to the side,pass to the back and repeat that 20 times. I mean,how the fuck you gonna score a goal if you keep passing at he back.

(I dont have the heart to tell my friend how pathetic and lame his futsal skill.)

If you are wondering where I've been, well, I was send to prison for molesting your mom.

Thanks for reading this lousy and boring Apple Waffle,see you next time and dont forget to kick your boyfriend/girlfriend in the butt because you and I know he/she deserve it.
(I don't even put photo in this post,what lazy bastard.....sheesh)