Posts tagged: retarded

Shop Wedding Supplies at AmericanBridal.com

twilight makes the shiz swirl round in the toilet bowl

Definitely does.

I’ve been going round, checking out fan sites, doing a survey. It seems like the world has gone psychotic because half the world loves it and that seriously sucks. Go, haters!

These people have gone really mad. Firstly, the fans photoshop their own pictures just to put their freaking face under Edward’s head in that Twilight poster thing. Secondly, they take pictures of themselves at the movie poster like they’ve never seen one and I don’t see anything special in that because it’s just a picture printed out on a piece of cardboard. Thirdly, they find this cardboard cut out of Edward Cullen and they’re all over it to take picture and pretend they’re in a fantasy. Yeah. Right. Like that piece of cardboard is even REAL. Your friends won’t be that retarded to believe that’s really Robert Pattinson. Fourthly, they camwhore themselves holding a piece of paper with Edward’s face or whatever.

Oh my God. That’s so freaking obsessive. Crazy idiots who believe they’re gonna marry Edward or some vampire and live together forever. How old are these people, anyway? Even if you say “a girl can dream”, you’re dreaming way too far, okay? This won’t even happen to you so why are you believing it? These psychopaths are so in to this “Edward, I want to marry you” thing until they forget that it’s just a fictional thing!

These fans can also get abusive just because of a small thing. Just because Robert did something with someone, meaning they have to hate that person he was with even if you liked them?! This is just RIDICULOUS. They also state that they feel murderous. Example, this picture :

...

Yup. This picture. They hate Tyra Banks just because Robert did this to her. What does that even mean? Not like they’re getting married. All these stupid fans keep moaning about how they wish they’re Kristen or Tyra. They also called Tyra a b**** because of this picture. So what? It’s not even her fault. They scream in chatboxes or on forums that Robert can bite them all they want. Oh my God. Talk about craziness.

Like I said many times that Stephanie Meyer is a stupid idiot to write such a book like that because she’s turning all these followers into zombies! They hate who they like because that person they like got a chance to be with ROBERT PATTINSON. This is just a freaking money making scheme, spoiling teenage minds and making crazy obsessed people. Meyer is the one that everyone ought to call b****. Don’t bother to bite back because I know you’ve already become one of her followers and she’s your goddess.

Speaking of money making scheme.Which movie does so many photoshoots to appear on Vanity Fair or Seventeen or whatever teenage fictional movie magazine? Yeah, that’s what I mean. I mean, who does all that? Maybe just a few but not until they have a photoshoot for Twilight fashion or whatever it is.

This isn’t right. Meyer should never have made this book into a movie. It’s spoiling everyone’s impressions. Why doesn’t she keep this book a low profile? Because she hasn’t gotten enough of money flowing into her freakin’ pocket! She’s not only creating monsters, she’s endangering the actors and actresses lives. The fans are crazy and will do anything just for Robert to bite them, marry them, love them, kiss them, hug them and do whatever with them. Not that I really care but it’s true if you have common sense. What if when they have a premiere for New Moon and Robert Pattinson is standing somewhere without whatever it is? Crazy girl fans will come running, some might even trip, start a stampede and goodbye to those people who fell.

The fans don’t care. They’d do anything, just anything, even their lives to be with Edward Cullen, the most beautiful male vampire in the whole world who doesn’t even exist on Earth and in the end, it’s just wasting their craziness and giving false hope to stupid teenagers and even mothers who have “fallen deeply in love with Edward Cullen“, their new hero.

Honestly. It’s too late so why am I talking so much? What’s done is done. The craze will never die down and accidents can happen. In the end, this all leads back to Stephanie Meyer, the woman with her money making scheme. No wonder her smile is so wide, it can’t even fit her fat face. B-ee-atch!

Share and Enjoy:
  • Print
  • Digg
  • Sphinn
  • del.icio.us
  • Facebook
  • Mixx
  • Google Bookmarks
  • email
  • FriendFeed
  • LinkedIn
  • Reddit
  • RSS
  • StumbleUpon
  • Technorati
  • Twitter
  • Twitthis
  • Yahoo! Bookmarks

If you like this post, subscribe to our RSS feed or follow us on Twitter pretty please.

i feel so depressed, mom :’(

Screw this school.
School is a piece of shit.
By the time I come back, I’ll be old as some prune because of boredom and all that b**ch stupid stuck up stuff.
Why the hell must we stay back until such a late time?
Screw the idiot tards who did this.
They don’t even have a proper timetable for anything.
No idea.
It’s already boring enough at school.
I’m so freaking pissed off because of all these SHIZ.
These people ought to be banned and deserved a chin up.
If you can’t organize anything properly, then you better shut the hell up and go back to your own house.
Why are they stressing everyone out on the first day?
Is this a new way to welcome your students back to your school?
Do you think everyone has the time for this BS?
What about other students without transports?
What about the people who take the bus?
Are they forced to change the time just for the school?!
____ the school, anyway.

Share and Enjoy:
  • Print
  • Digg
  • Sphinn
  • del.icio.us
  • Facebook
  • Mixx
  • Google Bookmarks
  • email
  • FriendFeed
  • LinkedIn
  • Reddit
  • RSS
  • StumbleUpon
  • Technorati
  • Twitter
  • Twitthis
  • Yahoo! Bookmarks

the air i breathe and a place to rest my head

Forget Takamine. Forget Fender. Forget Gibson. Forget guitars. Forget lessons. Forget strumming. Forget plucking. Forget chords. Forget picks. Forget songs. Forget practice. Forget everything. Forget anything.

Yeah, maybe all this should never have happened. I’m starting to wonder if I’m regretting every moment of this.

“That was quick! Continue somemore!”

There you go
You’re always so right
It’s all a big show
It’s all about you.

I’m sick of getting forced to practice every stupid day. Practicing whenever you feel like it normally works. If it isn’t forced on me, I would put much more effort to it. Try practicing yourself then if you think it’s so shizzing easy, god dammit. Wow. Even if I played for 45 minutes, no one would’ve noticed. Push on and on. Even Newt said one hour can already kill.

“OH WHY CAN’T YOU PLAY SONGS YET?”

You think you know
What everyone needs
You always take time
To criticize me.

Oh, haha. Why can’t you then? You think you can learn everything in one stupid month? Do you just start by playing songs??? Chords, strumming, plucking. You know all that and start playing songs in the first lesson? Right. You’re only half way through the chords and you’ll be playing songs like Brad Paisley. Get a freaking life.

“It’s getting louder and louder. If you put more effort to……”

It seems like everyday
I make mistakes
I just can’t get it right.

It’s like I’m the one
You love to hate
But not today.

BLAH BLAH BLAH. I can’t hear you. Firstly, don’t tell me what to do if you aren’t my frigging teacher because you don’t know what I’m learning. Even if you are, you should just twist your language into something better than that shiz that’s coming out from your mouth. What if I’m learning to play from high to low? Do you even know about that? And secondly, I will put more effort if you stop pestering me like some stupid idiot. I’ll do that if you’re not gonna force the stupid practice shiz. Lastly, if you don’t know about picks, then I suggest you…

Shut up, shut up, shut up
Don’t wanna hear it
Get out, get out, get out
Get out of my way
Step up, step up, step up
You’ll never stop me
Nothing you say today
Is gonna bring me down

“CAN YOU PLAY? CAN YOU PLAY ALREADY?”

There you go
You never ask why
It’s all a big lie
Whatever you do

You think you’re special
But I know, and I know
And I know, and we know
That you’re not

What the hell do you mean? Why does everyone keep asking us that, huh? We’re attending guitar lessons. We’re learning to play. Have you even played a guitar before? No, so cut the crap. You don’t even understand what shiz is going on in the learning guitar life thing. Do you think your precious fingers are gonna be perfect during the whole thing? No. Guitar strings dig lines into your fingers and tear your skin, leaving blisters and making the tips of your fingers throb. Do you know anything about strumming? No? Guitar picks have three different types. Soft, medium, hard. Unfortunately, I have a hard pick and I choose to play loudly since you keep denying you didn’t hear me practice. Do you know anything about plucking? You use your right or left hand and get them ready under the strings. Thumb for the bass and the other fingers for the lower three. You also have to leave your fingernails long if you don’t wanna hurt your fingers. It’s optional.

“Why don’t you get the chords from the internet?”

You’re always there to point
Out my mistakes
And shove them in my face

It’s like I’m the one
You love to hate
But not today

What? You think I’m retarded or something? I’ve already tried that. Not everyone has the same theory. Some are different, some are not. Even if I do, it doesn’t say how long or how many times you have to pluck or strum it. Yes, that leads to reading tabs. I can’t read tabs. I already tried to learn how to. I already did that before you even said anything. How long was that? Hmm.. let me see. FOUR MONTHS AGO? I can’t read stupid guitar tabs. I already tried. All I got was this huge headache from reading from the screen. I didn’t even get what the site was trying to tell me.

So shut up, shut up, shut up
Don’t wanna hear it
Get out, get out, get out
Get out of my way
Step up, step up, step up
You’ll never stop me
Nothing you say today
Is gonna bring me down
Is gonna bring me down

No, don’t call this a bad post. It’s a true post. I’m telling you what I’m feeling, what you don’t know and what you think you know.

Will never bring me down

It’s the same as studying. If you force yourself to study, what will you get out of it? Same results. Duh.

Don’t tell me who I should be
And don’t try to tell me what’s right for me
Don’t tell me what I should do
I don’t wanna waste my time
I’ll watch you fade away

Aside from that, I found out I have a cereal box as my head. They call my head square so I have to cut a freaking shiz square haircut. Great. Doesn’t that sound great to you? Congratulations! Send me a hug? Ok, great then. Go to school as a freak with a box on my head. Great way to start a new year. Do you need to measure my square head? 150×150? 350×350? Oh my God. I rather shave my head bald like Britney for God’s sake. Being a guy sounds good right now.

So shut up, shut up, shut up
Don’t wanna hear it
Get out, get out, get out
Get out of my way
Step up, step up, step up
You’ll never stop me
Nothing you say today
Is gonna bring me down

My brain is gonna burst from my square meal head. Ever heard of that game? Square Meal by Nitrome. Not my type of game now but great pixel drawing thingy. So, let’s call my head, Square Meal from now on then. Anyway, I’m getting really annoyed with this hissing about practicing. Square Meal feels like bursting.

So shut up, shut up, shut up
Don’t wanna hear it
Get out, get out, get out
Get out of my way
Step up, step up, step up
You’ll never stop me
Nothing you say today
Is gonna bring me down

Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight. Hope that things work out alright.

Bring me down
(shut up, shut up, shut up)
Won’t bring me down
(shut up, shut up, shut up)
Bring me down
(shut up, shut up, shut up)
Won’t bring me down
Shut
up,

shut

up,

shut

up

Share and Enjoy:
  • Print
  • Digg
  • Sphinn
  • del.icio.us
  • Facebook
  • Mixx
  • Google Bookmarks
  • email
  • FriendFeed
  • LinkedIn
  • Reddit
  • RSS
  • StumbleUpon
  • Technorati
  • Twitter
  • Twitthis
  • Yahoo! Bookmarks

broke down and cried on the street

WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH THE CONNECTION!??!

I can’t even login. It takes me more than 30 minutes to load a page. I can hardly do anything! Thank God for games if not I would’ve ripped out the whole keyboard.

Christmas was great. Now, New Year’s Eve is coming. Fireworks. Great.

SCHOOL is coming. GREAT. Time to wake up early! GREAT. Packing bags every day. GREAT. Seeing my friends again. GREAT. Homework, extra curricular, exams, studying. GREAT. Buying food for recess. GREAT. More backstabbers and tards. GREAT. Guitar practicing + homework. GREATER. Long and stupid hours at school. GREATEST.

I feel like crying after listing all this down. I hate school. I hate waking up SO early. I hate packing my bag every night and worrying about what I’m bringing. I hate seeing my friends because they’ll probably act like idiots. I %@&%^& HATE homework. I hate extra curricular and all that staying back shiz. I HATE EXAMS!!!!! I FRIGGING HATE STUDYING! I hate buying food for recess because I’m so sick of everything. I hate backstabbers and people who act like retards. OMG, guitar practicing and homework? I DON’T EVEN WANNA THINK ABOUT IT. I hate staying at school because I feel homesick.

I suddenly feel so depressed. Why? I just realised what I’m saying.

Say goodbye to my computer… that always happens when school starts. It’s like a life cycle. When I’m going to school, as in continuously, I can totally forget about my computer. When I’m enjoying my long holidays, I get so addicted to my computer. <3! I’m addicted to YOU! I’m sure it’s easier to control myself now. Well, if there are books to read. They’re all just a little bit wicked.

Ah, missing pictures of my favourite bands will definitely kill me. I have to start keeping them in my mind..

I’ll miss blogging too. I’ll surely have lots of things to say. Blogging is addictive. Sob.

Apologies if I don’t post tomorrow. Maybe the connection will be dead. Everybody get dangerous! ;(

Share and Enjoy:
  • Print
  • Digg
  • Sphinn
  • del.icio.us
  • Facebook
  • Mixx
  • Google Bookmarks
  • email
  • FriendFeed
  • LinkedIn
  • Reddit
  • RSS
  • StumbleUpon
  • Technorati
  • Twitter
  • Twitthis
  • Yahoo! Bookmarks

open season

mr dinkleman plushie <3

mr dinkleman plushie <3

We watched Open Season today. Again. Uncountable times. I know the movie is two years old but whatever.

Boog is such a cute bear. :mrgreen: Voiced by Martin Lawrence, one of my favourite actors. He’s such a joker in other movies. Anyway, Boog is the cutest grizzly bear I’ve ever seen. Besides a small and black baby bear in one of Melee’s videos.

Three words to describe Elliot. Retarded, stupid and idiotic. I didn’t even know Ashton Kutcher was voicing him until the credits came on. I wouldn’t have known. :neutral: Doesn’t sound like him though..

The biggest meanie, Shaw! Voiced by Gary Sinise!!! A.k.a. Mac Taylor from CSI : NY or Jim McConnell in Mission To Mars if you don’t know. Unbelievable. He sounds so different but I guess that’s because he’s always playing the good guy. He’s our hero in CSI : NY. :roll: He’s always acting in space and detective movies. <3

Aww, Mr Dinkleman is a cutie pie. He belongs to Boog in the movie. Boog carries him around. Big, black, beady eyes. I would love to own a Mr Dinkleman plushie just like the one at the top. Sweet!

This movie isn’t the stupid storyline and ugly graphics type of animation. The cast is great and suitable. The graphics are nice and cute. The storyline is great and has a meaning to it. It shows how people let go of something they love and having a strong bond with your friends. Interesting, no?

Recommended and rated 9.5/10 by me!!! :grin:

Related Posts with Thumbnails
Share and Enjoy:
  • Print
  • Digg
  • Sphinn
  • del.icio.us
  • Facebook
  • Mixx
  • Google Bookmarks
  • email
  • FriendFeed
  • LinkedIn
  • Reddit
  • RSS
  • StumbleUpon
  • Technorati
  • Twitter
  • Twitthis
  • Yahoo! Bookmarks
categories celebrities, fictional characters, movies, reviews, special