<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7304262096470461230</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:54:25.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Train of Thoughts in Yo Face</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realityinyurface.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7304262096470461230/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realityinyurface.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chopstick Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768701533177667042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7304262096470461230.post-5062147371813873655</id><published>2009-12-13T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T15:36:36.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-write.</title><content type='html'>I felt like writing after awhile.  I could only remember this spot to pen my thoughts. Its random. Its been awhile. Things have been going well for the past few months. Like damnnnn i didnt write since July? Things have been really awesome i guess?&lt;br /&gt;Whenever i write is when my mind's clouded. Shit's disturbing. I need a new shift and focus in my life as 09 is coming to an end and it suck donkey balls to realise you achieved barely nothing? Fuck achievement though, learnt more things the screwed up way. These past couple of months was filled with dramas. I'm done, i'm really really sick of this. The friends are fine, a few are not. A few actually thought me that the whole "brothers for life" talk do not apply to certain individuals. Or probably i was just being naive about it all. Fuck all of that though, every "friend" step i make now is based on the 50th Law. So come fuck with that. The women are alright, a few fuck me up well though. Its time to revise the Neil Strauss bible and re-draft the whole game plan on the field. Time to shift focus from a particular,to playing the whole wide field again. Hard thing to do but fuck human emotions on the real. Its a bitch, you can't avoid it and it'll be 10times bitch-ier if you try to ditch that emotion. Fuck that. I'll be up and fine on top of the ladder soon. 50th law again. =) Music is alright, but i've been procrastinating. Music wise,currently part of a new duo in Flow Fam. We're Wolf22s. Flip it how you like cause at the end day, none can still fuck with Flow.  I'm out with this post. I'm filled with so much hate now. I'm penning this at work and its not fun when you have 120 Aussies on call waiting for me to answer just because the airline cancels most of their fucking flight today. Hop to your locations kangaroos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7304262096470461230-5062147371813873655?l=realityinyurface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realityinyurface.blogspot.com/feeds/5062147371813873655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://realityinyurface.blogspot.com/2009/12/re-write.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7304262096470461230/posts/default/5062147371813873655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7304262096470461230/posts/default/5062147371813873655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realityinyurface.blogspot.com/2009/12/re-write.html' title='Re-write.'/><author><name>Chopstick Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768701533177667042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7304262096470461230.post-3785738507138557440</id><published>2009-07-07T08:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T08:30:49.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Write Up</title><content type='html'>Its been awhile since i last wrote. i guess i wont be writing that often anymore since my friend took his laptop home with him.  we have all moved out. i've yet to though. hopefully,by this weekend. im heavily stressed out. if i do not get a place to stay,i  will be moving into my aunty's place. rules,commands blablabla. i do not wish so. work is fucked up. i wish to quit, but the money is just good. a lot of other fucked up shit is on my head. i feel like im swimming through a pool of shit.hard to do and smelly. sometimes i wonder whether am i being to nice to others or others are just taking shit for granted for my give ins but does this allow every one of them to get me on their ride and run shit around me in circles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. screw it. give me my island and im done with the city.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7304262096470461230-3785738507138557440?l=realityinyurface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realityinyurface.blogspot.com/feeds/3785738507138557440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://realityinyurface.blogspot.com/2009/07/write-and.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7304262096470461230/posts/default/3785738507138557440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7304262096470461230/posts/default/3785738507138557440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realityinyurface.blogspot.com/2009/07/write-and.html' title='The Write Up'/><author><name>Chopstick Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768701533177667042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7304262096470461230.post-1033493929918822924</id><published>2009-06-25T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T00:26:41.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Randomness</title><content type='html'>Humans can be really random sometimes. I am very random sometime. So are my bunch of crazy friends. Last night was probably the peak of our randomness when we decided to step on the gear and just head up to Genting at 1.30am. All this happened after some random cock-talk in the midst of blazin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a really long drive there. Many pitstops. Awesome Gombak burger. The entire drive was filled with conversations involving love, money, religion and many random topics. Still damn random ok. We arrived at 2.30am. As usual no entertainment left except some random drunk people walking around and vomitting. We also randomly found rm150 in the parking lot. Must have been a really unlucky bastard to be leaving the casino or just another drunkard who tried to reach for his car keys a bit too much and let everything else in his pocket spill on the floor. Whatever it is armed with rm150 the boys have now decided to go check in to a hotel room. hahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as usual, we got detoured to a mamak. We had a lot of food. Was really blazed out so we were eating like barbarians out of cage. We were even smoking at the mamak. We didnt care. The "polis bantuan" sitting few tables away didnt care. Genting was quite care-free to us. Probably because its the wee hours of the morning. We left the mamak, hanged around everywhere. smoked more and more. We took a lot of pictures too. Just to de-stress for the trip. Definately fun trip until someone had to fuck it up by complaining and whining about how tired he is. So screw it, we left Genting and was well on the way back home. But the time then was 6am. By the time we left Karak Highway and got into KL, it was 7.30am. We arrived home safely in usj1 at 8.30am. What a hell of a night isnt it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even better, me and Hazwan is slated to work at 10am. It's 8.30am when we arrive so how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Screw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My commitments, focus and dedication is now officially OFF track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK. Need my Pangkor trip A.S.A.P brothers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7304262096470461230-1033493929918822924?l=realityinyurface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realityinyurface.blogspot.com/feeds/1033493929918822924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://realityinyurface.blogspot.com/2009/06/randomness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7304262096470461230/posts/default/1033493929918822924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7304262096470461230/posts/default/1033493929918822924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realityinyurface.blogspot.com/2009/06/randomness.html' title='The Randomness'/><author><name>Chopstick Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768701533177667042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7304262096470461230.post-209717326320416341</id><published>2009-06-23T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T05:00:09.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hip Hop</title><content type='html'>Recently heard Death of Autotune by hova and that shit is just crazy. Getting Kanye on the beat is even crazier. How was his reaction when jigga was recording? That'd be quite a sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im happy im on the roll with Flow Fam. Done quite a number of shows with the entire Fam throughout this few months. Lovin it. still hating Caprice. That faggot. Haha latest interview in Faces is real funny. Let that kid die out himself. fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im loving the events we malaysian heads are handling. loud and proud Malaysia Boleh for sure. the Bombshelter, the Beat Meet and many more.. Came back from a Family Affair 3 Singapore organized by funnyman Freaky Z, flow fam MY and SG on stage. Nice people nice trip, bad government bad enforcers. Power crazy enforces. A singapore MRT security lady even confiscated a Chinaman handphone and deleted the pictures he took earlier of the MRT. There was a rule to not take pictures at train station and airports. so what woman? WTF?&lt;br /&gt;Tourism Board? U there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok kinda off track, a bit blazed. My bad but who cares, no one is reading all of my posts yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But im glad, with work , women, money and all the bullshit in the world thrown at me, im really glad H.E.R is there. really glad hiphop is there. stress relief, kick it live. freestyle, drunk, blazed out, make music , get creative , spread message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 Flow Fam stepped on the gear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heading to wherever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P:s :- We also provide delivery service for you vets to register yourselves in retirement homes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dennis the Crusader.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7304262096470461230-209717326320416341?l=realityinyurface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realityinyurface.blogspot.com/feeds/209717326320416341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://realityinyurface.blogspot.com/2009/06/hip-hop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7304262096470461230/posts/default/209717326320416341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7304262096470461230/posts/default/209717326320416341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realityinyurface.blogspot.com/2009/06/hip-hop.html' title='Hip Hop'/><author><name>Chopstick Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768701533177667042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7304262096470461230.post-7107841096864417102</id><published>2009-06-22T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T05:01:36.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace Love and Harmony</title><content type='html'>I took off from work today. Why? we had a really long night with the penang bunch. conversations,confessions,emotions and etc. From religion to love then money we had so much to discuss. A lot of human beings tend to take the world for granted and sideline religion. Whatever religion it is, we all agreed that God comes first. I wouldnt like to write more but i still think that Islam is really THE religion of peace. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politics in the country is real shitty though. I used to care too much back then,then do not care at all but now my mode is back to trying to care a lot as it annoys the shit out of me. From both sides, the government and the opposition. Ya'll need to stop t?he bickering, the unity government crap. The focus is us, the people. We are the bosses, we run this country, we elect and put you little bitches up there. Its okay when u pocketed millions of our people's money into your own pockets but what i heard is you are all now spreading racial hatred amongst our people. Why? Is every one of you really hoping for another may13 in the middle of a global economic recession? WTF? 1Malaysia and all that crap. Its rubbish if you talk to the mainstream media promoting racial unity but when u go back to do your party work, you are all Supremacist for your race and shit. FUCK that. Hypocrites. Get done with the Perak issue, dissolution of the state assembly and have a new fresh state election. I be more than glad to get back to my politics roots for a bit just to go to war against you Government supporting bitches.&lt;br /&gt;Permatang Pauh was fun. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is as honest as it gets and as a Malaysian citizen, i have a wish for the Malaysian Prime Minister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr PM,throw Perak a fresh state election so the people would be clearer on who their state government is. Give the people a chance to live without confusion. Have you forgotten about the people? I may not see you as my PM but i hope there wont be many many more adding up to that list. For now, you can either hide in Putrajaya and be in denial or you could end all this political drama crap and focus more on the economy and welfare of the people. YOU AND YOUR GOVERNMENT ARE RUNNING OUT TRACKS. GET BACK OR GET LOST if you dont have balls to face a state election.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone should start a revolution and bring this to whole new different level. V for Vendetta shit. My quote for today from that movie :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The people should not be afraid of the government, the government are supposed to be afraid of the people ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get up stand up for your rights!&lt;br /&gt;and Viva La Revolutioooooon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7304262096470461230-7107841096864417102?l=realityinyurface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realityinyurface.blogspot.com/feeds/7107841096864417102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://realityinyurface.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-peace-and-harmony.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7304262096470461230/posts/default/7107841096864417102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7304262096470461230/posts/default/7107841096864417102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realityinyurface.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-peace-and-harmony.html' title='Peace Love and Harmony'/><author><name>Chopstick Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768701533177667042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7304262096470461230.post-814751757403140263</id><published>2009-06-20T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T19:59:17.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back writing again.</title><content type='html'>greetings ladies and gentleman , not forgetting you little kids. i'll be back writing again since i have internet access for a couple of weeks. so expect my trrain of thoughts to ride on blogspot and then in your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a long day, met a lot of people, exchanged way too many conversations. I realised one of the many flaws in human nature's communication ways. Two individuals who are very much into each other are normally very paranoid about what the opposite side would think about them or shit like that along that line,and this surprisingly is applicable to both male or female.&lt;br /&gt;There you go right there, gender equality. They call it love. Its kinda cute sometimes to see individuals get paranoid over what they're partner would say or would not say.I call it living your life with boundaries,commitments,same standing level on the ground and maturity. Worthy or not who knows. Humans are unpredictable. A lot go way out of track to try salvage something, a lot just let their train run on and on the tracks and finally off the track. It might sound like a whole lot of shit im trying to say but come on  relax,this is my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRAIN OF THOUGHT, in your face or not for this time i wouldnt know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall end this and get back to my pop party now with my boys in the hall.&lt;br /&gt;Chemical brothers night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I end this with an old quote from Aesop Rock - Daylight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life is not a bitch, life is a beautiful woman,&lt;br /&gt;You only call her a bitch cause she wont let you get that pussy,&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe she felt ya'll didnt share any similiar interest,&lt;br /&gt;Or you just an asshole who couldn't sweet talk the princess. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's it, my point is just go and live life without feeling paranoid or committed or whatsoever to your relationship. live it your way, the other person has to give in... and you shall give in when the opposite side wants to live life their way. So screw it, this world is a cruel place for beings anyway. So just have fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7304262096470461230-814751757403140263?l=realityinyurface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://realityinyurface.blogspot.com/feeds/814751757403140263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://realityinyurface.blogspot.com/2009/06/back-writing-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7304262096470461230/posts/default/814751757403140263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7304262096470461230/posts/default/814751757403140263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://realityinyurface.blogspot.com/2009/06/back-writing-again.html' title='Back writing again.'/><author><name>Chopstick Pen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10768701533177667042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
