Thursday, October 29, 2009

How I hate smartasses, especially that moron in my class

This post will be very personal, so don't come fucking telling that I'm a fucking asshole. I'm posting here cause what I'm going to write down an epic fucking story.

So, there I am, in the fucking university talking about an assignment that requires you to write an essay and do a presentation of the essay itself. This essay we need to write is OPINION-based. Mark that, it's a fucking opinion-based essay. You don't have to spend all your time fucking around with researches and reports. Get you facts and maybe some research to strengthen you essay that's all.

In this assignment, we're divided into few group. Of course, everyone knows that in every fucking group there will be a fucking smartassed joker who thinks that he/she is the master of all fucking knowledge. Fuck all of you smartasses. The group I was in has a smartass who thinks he knows every single fucking shit in this world. 'OH NOES!!'

The topic we had chosen for the essay was 'Black'. Such an easy topic, isn't it? Too bad. I feel like fucking myself for thinking all my group-mates are a bunch of mature grow-ups. The fact that I'm now studying in a Malaysian university makes me puke. Maybe I shouldn't be stereotyping Malaysian students as immature bastards, but hell, in this fucking university, I can assure you 95% of the students are a bunch of immature shits. Not that I'm mature enough. At least I made the point that I'm still growing up to be more mature.

Back to the topic, I have no qualms with the other group-mates. Yes, they might be ignorant, but they'll not twist a concept into some dipshit piece of crap. Now, this smartass tried to be such a smartass by telling the group he wants to write about 'black market in Malaysia'. Here you go. BLACK MARKET IN FUCKING MALAYSIA. DO YOU EVEN FUCKING KNOW WHAT THE FUCK IS BLACK MARKET, YOU FUCKING MORON.

So, to make the situation brighter, I volunteered to write out the essay and hope that the other group-mates will be sensible enough to follow what I write. I chose to do 'black people (sorry for being rude, my African friends) in Malaysia and how their culture influence Malaysian culture'. It is a great topic to debate and talk about, isn't it?

Until Mr. Smartass interfered. Oh yes! As a smartass he is, he gave his best in influencing my other group-mates that I'm stereotyping all Africans as American-Africans. WHAT ARE YOU FUCKING THINKING ABOUT, YOU FUCKING IDIOT? Not all Africans are from America and consider the fact that most Africans who came to Malaysia are from Africa, he is a TOTAL DUMBASS!

Well, considering the lecturer of this subject is a person with solid common knowledge, you definitely will not present something as stupid as stereotyping Africans as American-Africans. The smartass did exactly the opposite. Thinking his fucking researches on American-Africans would save him from the wrath of the lecturer, he went on presenting the whole shit to the class.

Actually, there is no problem in presenting a shitty, but logical presentation. But, guess what? This fucking moron decided that mixing both Africans and American-Africans culture will be a blast to the lecturer. Little he know, the slides itself have almost no fucking concern with Africans' culture. With no flow in the slides and common shit, the lecturer looked at us with his half-pissed eyes.

Wait, flow? Did I heard the fucking moron said that there is flow in the presentation? FUCK YOU! There's no fucking flow. Every single person on Earth can fucking tell me that there's no flow. Hell, I even show it to my friends, those with degrees, all of them fuck me up badly. Fuck yourself few times and check again whether does the slides have any flow. How can you possibly have a flow in that presentation when you taking about American-Africans in the first 10 slides and expect me to talk about the Africans in the last 2 slides. YOU ARE BASICALLY A FUCKING MORON! THERE'S NO FLOW AS FAR AS I CONCERN, YOU FUCKING DOOFUS!

For fuck sake, the smartass tried to look disappointed when I can't relate the slides altogether. Face-palming doesn't work on me, you idiot. After that, as the brilliant shit he is, he tried to cover up his shit tracks by shitting out shitty excuses to the lecturer as the lecturer refined himself from fucking our group up.

To avoid upsetting him, I waited him to get out from the classroom and told the lecturer that I would like to do a one-person presentation. Of course, as expected of the lecturer, he told me that I had done my presentation and I should have told him earlier if I wanted to do so. I wouldn't blame the lecturer. As a lecturer, it will be unfair and unjust to give me another chance where else, the other group can only do it once.

A part of my mistake was to tell my intention in front of two other group members. As expected of them, they told the smartass what I just said in the class. 'OH NOES!!! LOLOLOLOLOL!!! THIS MATHERFARKER TRYS DO ANN-OTHER PRECENTATION THAT MIGHT HAVE A BETTER CHAN-SU OF SCORRING A BETTAR RESULDO THAN ME!!! ME MUST BECKSTAB HIMM LOLOLOL!!!' And so, this smartass took the initiative to backstab me as much as he could. As the brilliant shit as he is, told everyone that I sabotaged the group and I tried to backstab him.

Now, the fucking fact is even a fucking moron have the common sense to tell me that I didn't sabotaged the group or even backstab him.

  1. Why would I sabotage the group when IN THE FUCKING FIRST PLACE I WAS WRITING THE ESSAY? I wasted time on collecting datas, finding my African friends, getting their confirmation on my facts, getting Rufu to help me on the ways to construct a thesis into an essay, getting Tim to double-check my essay and finally printing it out using my own fucking money. Any clue? Am I sabotaging the group? Oh yea, the poor presentation is sabotaging the group! The question is, HOW THE FUCK I'M SUPPOSED TO PRESENT SOMETHING THAT ARE NOT CONCERN TO EACH OTHER?
  2. As far as I know, by separating my presentation with yours gives you a huge advantage, considering the fact I wasn't doing well in the presentation. By doing a presentation by myself, the lecturer will definitely cut away the part when I was presenting. Who's getting the advantage here? It's a fucking win-win situation and I might even fuck up my own presentation.
  3. Finally, asking another chance to redo my own presentation is backstabbing you? You must be kidding me. This is not even close to backstabbing you, you fucking moron. Where did you learn your ENGRISH, you fucking moron?

You have already the potential of fucking up my another subject, I'm just trying to save the others, so you won't fuck them up.

To sum it up, if you have the fucking guts, tell me right in front of my face that I'm the cause of the failure. Yes, I admit it, my biggest mistake in the group is not punching you right in your face and letting you in charge of the group. You fucked up their mentality and changed theirs into your fucking immature shit mind. You have no balls to fuck me up, instead you resolve on backstabbing me. Guess what? It's now my limit, I'm fucking you up in this post and if you have the fucking balls, allow me to write down your name in this post.

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

[Imagine] Gratitudes...

I must say thank you very much, Goats. Thanks to Goats courtesy, I'm now one step closer to my Nightmare set. Another fucking 6M to farm... More plasmas to go. By the end of this week, I'm going to be bloody happy. Thanks to Goats! I'll never forget how you help me in this game!

Monday, October 26, 2009

[Imagine] I'm the greatest

No, just kidding. Kenz will laugh at me once he see this... Anyway, the in game 'me':



Oh... Templar Knight! With glasses?


And please leave me a comment if you want me to link you in this blog.

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Amirite?

I'm to lazy to write anything on this blog. Never mind, I'll start anew again. So, here I am. Brand new shit. After cutting my hair, I feel more like a douche now. Anyway, I'm going back to play SMT: Imagine. My, that game is engrossing. I'm like a game addict now...