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Monday, August 16, 2010

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Get Fadzy's back. For real.

New blog entries coming soon.

fadz 8/16/2010 11:15:00 PM


Sunday, August 31, 2008

If only..


In a perfect world, a Space Ninja would look something like this...



I can only wish.

fadz 8/31/2008 07:12:00 AM


Saturday, August 30, 2008

The worst punishment inflicted on mankind.





Why do so many people love drinking Green Tea? I keep asking myself that same question every 5 minutes I see people drinking it whenever I happen to stand in front of a 7-eleven. One of my buddies, Asri (Pinklips), drinks green tea ALL THE TIME! I swear, he drinks two cans at one go and he could finish them under a minute. If that's not insane, I don't know what is. How he does it, is beyond me. He'd probably bring his favourite can to Las Vegas and elope with it if he could.

I had my first sip of the vile green liquid back when they first introduced the drink donkey years back. Suffice to say, it was my last (prior to today). I have never been so traumatised in my life before. I can't quite recall how it tasted like back then but I just remember it being really bad. I actually had fits immediately after swallowing it. It was as if I was being possessed by demons high on ecstacy. I had to be held down and restrained by my friends. The paramedics soon came to my aid. I was promptly conveyed to the hospital where I spent a total of 34 days. That was how long it took for me to recover from a little sip. I shudder to think what might have happened to me if I had actually swallowed the whole can of Green Tea at one go.

Earlier today, I decided to face my biggest fear, a can of Green Tea aka Green Toxic. I have trained for months and months leading up to this day. I was adamant that I was in the right state of mind and in supreme physical shape and condition to undergo this test. All those nights spent doing jumping jacks and backflip combos weren't going to waste! Oh..only if I knew of the horror that was going to unfold.

I actually spent close to an hour riding around my neighbourhood, stopping at every 7-eleven and Cheers outlets I saw. It was odd that nobody seemed to stock them. Has people finally got to their senses? I finally tracked down a can of Pokka Jasmine Green Tea at this one 7-eleven where it was kept at the coldest possible case. I swear, the thermostat was in Kelvin. I even had to let it sit on the walkway under the hot sun for a couple of hours before I could touch it without risking frostbite. Perhaps, the store assistant at the 7-eleven was just being cautious.

When I got home, I immediately went into the kitchen, can in hand, I sat down. Stared at the can, took a really deep breath, popped it open and took my first sip. Nothing in this world could have prepared me for that. The initial thought that came rushing into my mind was from a deep, dark place. Did a panda urinate in this thing!?

I didn't really know what I had just tasted but my mind immediately painted a picture of me being tied down on the floor in some creepy-looking dungeon and being forced to drink this vile, green liquid as punishment for a heinous crime I just committed.

The second sip was even worse. This was when I first noticed the awful medicine aftertaste. It was as if kung fu panda broke into a clinic, grabbed hold of all the medicines he could find, tossed everything into a blender and mixed everything together while peeing into the blender in an attempt to create a poisonous solution that he could use to kill his enemies.

It took me a third sip for me to really identify what was so awful about the drink. It has a distinct taste of cigarettes. I actually took a peek into the mouth hole to see if I could spot one floating around down there.

Then came the fourth sip, which was when the idea of finishing the can began to look masochistic. And it was. I gave up.

Now, I'm a glutton for punishment. But even I never thought I could go this far, or endure this much, as when I sat down with a can of the horror that can only be described as Pokka Jasmine Green Tea.

All I know for sure is that I must have done something truly horrible in my life (or I will do something truly horrible in the future), and this is my punishment.

fadz 8/30/2008 06:30:00 PM


Friday, August 29, 2008

Wouldn't have done it without the Space Ninjas.


Hello, and welcome to my blog! After many, many months of wanting to set up a proper blog for myself and not actually doing anything about it, I felt compelled to finally put my plan into action. I trudged my firm, hard-rock ass across the room and sat it on my computer chair, faced the computer screen and started reading this interesting online article blaming dwarf rabbits for the rapid increase in global warming. It was written by a guy named Andreas Rhabbitkurhler. He probably hails from the rabbit-hating side of Germany. That's the South, in case you don't already know.

Out of nowhere a couple of cute but ferocious-looking midget-like storm troopers look-alike came crashing through my window. Before I knew it, they had me tied down to the chair that I was already sitting on.

"You didn't have to do that. I wasn't going anywhere and...who's going to pay for the window?" Nobody told me it wasn't the right time to be a smart-ass.

Without any warning, they started tormenting the most sensitive part of my body with the aid of their weapons-of-choice; razor sharp satay sticks. Yes, satay-sticks. Apparently they could not afford more professional-looking weapons. But it hurt like a bitch nonetheless.

They ruthlessly attacked me despite my constant sympathetic howls to be spared the pain and suffering only to stop when I belted out "MAMMMMAAAAA...just killed a man! Put a gun against his headddd, pulled my trigger, now he's dead!" Freddie Mercury would have been so proud of me.

"Hey! That's our favourite song from our favourite band!" exclaimed one of them excitedly, simultaneously dropping his satay stick to the floor.

"Like...totally!" chirped another one. He sounded like one of the powerpuff girls. I wanted to laugh at him so bad but had to bite my lip. This one was still holding on to his satay stick.

I felt like saying "I didn't ask!" but I figured it would be better to keep my mouth shut.

"Who are you....people!?" I shrieked at them, half-trembling. By then, I'd already pissed in my super mario boxers. My urine smelt like coffee with a tinge of hazelnut. That was probably the cup of Iced Tall 5 pumps Hazelnut Lattè that I had earlier at work that day.
I was quaking in fear. Drops of ice cold, salty sweat began trickling down my forehead.

"We are the Space Ninjas. We would not have harmed you had you started working on your blog and not reading about dwarf rabbits! You only have yourself to blame," said both of them in unison. Are they weird or are they weird? If you ask me, I think they're having an affair.

"You could blame Andreas Rhabbitkurhler too if you want!" they continued, rudely interrupting me when I was about to speak. They opted for the more apt "aliens from mars attacks" tone of voice this time around.

Errr...okay.

So to cut a long story short. Here I am writing my first entry for my blog.

You know what, I really need to apply something on my ass right now. I think it's beginning to swell. Urgh!

I fucking hate those space ninjas. (Please don't tell them I said that. PLEASE! I'm BEGGING YOU! My ass can't take anymore pain!)

fadz 8/29/2008 02:24:00 AM


Welcome


Hello. Thanks for dropping by! I initially planned on permanently leaving this section "under construction" because I really didn't know what to write here. Apparently, the Space Ninja with the powerpuff girl voice didn't like the idea. I told him that it wasn't his blog. He wasn't best pleased to say the least. Powerpuff Ninja, steam coming out of butthole and everything else in between, said that if I didn't write anything, he'll get evil doctor rocket science monster with capabilities to destroy the entire universe to hurt me. I have a really strong feeling it would be very, very painful. I have an even stronger feeling the doctor that Powerpuff Ninja mentioned wasn't the kind of doctor that helps sick people. Okay, I think I'm safe now that this section has been filled. I will try my best to update my blog regularly. Say....once every three months? But then again, who in the right frame of mind would want to read my entries? And, no! The Space Ninjas do not count! They are sick and twisted!

About Me



A few days back, I was flipping through a particular magazine. I can't remember which but I came across this really interesting article in it. The article was about how one can reduce the risk of bowel cancer by properly introducing oneself in his/her blog.

I think the writer was high on drugs when he wrote that article but I'm going to give him benefit of the doubt. For once, I'll write (try to) a proper introduction of myself. So here goes...
I'm a 23 year old human being. My father's a vacuum cleaner and my mother's an apple tree. I have two younger brothers. They're both in their 40s. One's a hyena and the other's a cough syrup bottle. We have a very difficult time communicating.

On New Year's Eve I fell out of my friend's bedroom window and the only thing that broke my fall was the fact that I had a little confetti in my hair. Needless to say, I walk around with confetti in my hair and I think you should too because it might save your life one day should you happen to fall out of your friend's bedroom window.

I have a female cat. Her name's Chipsmore and I think she's currently possessed by an evil spirit or demon. She's been doing a lot of horrible things lately. She'd swear at everyone in weird foreign languages. Swahili's her personal favourite.

She forces my brothers to wipe her smelly ass with wet tissues each time she farts...that amongst other evil things. I'm thinking of getting an exorcism performed on her but I've not found anyone who's able to perform it on a cat. I sent her to the SPCA the other day so that they could put her down but it turned out to be a really bad idea. The vet who tried to inject her with ratpoison ended up jabbing herself with it. She died. I have a strong feeling Chipsmore did it. So yeah, if you know anyone who does, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE do let me know. But it has to be someone who's really really good at it. Otherwise he or she will end up dead. Like the SPCA vet.

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