Alright alright! STOP BUGGING ME!
I know, how hard it is to live without updates of this blog. But come on, you guys can't be so selfish to make me put in 100% effort on this blog do you.
I have to cope with life, work, design and a "competitive" classmate who is always trying to keep up to everything I own/make/achieve/obtain whichever floats your boat.
And now he's successfully created a clone of my blog for you readers who have allergy to pure, proper grammars and also comes bundled with a bunch of spelling mistakes and wrong use of words. I bring you the rckrokato! God damn it, i don't even know how to pronounce it. What? Rock-rock-a-toe ? Or Rrek-row-car-tor? Whatever, I don't give a rat ass.
EDIT: Go google it or whatever if you want, it's not from me because the owner don't like me to review the link. So yeah too bad. Cry sad people. LET ME HEAR YOU CRY! Oh and guys, it's not the Wordpress one. Sorry to cause misunderstanding to the wordpress one, that guy's innocent.
Yeah, I know, some of you people out there treats your blogs as wives. If I'm you, then you ought to be slapping yourself silly. I have many wives.
You saw it, stop rubbing your eyes. I'll repeat myself, I HAVE MANY WIVES. (read: Except replace wives with blogs.) ( Don't open your eyes so big Cheryl, it's creepy. )
I was missing these few days as i have been busy lining my online portfolio with great works from my past projects. Some of you might complain that I'm too young to make my own portfolio, but hey, reality check.
Reality>> Alson is 100 times smarter, richer and more creative then you. Stop bugging him to update this blog and just make do with what you have. Moreover, he's the author/pen holder/your idol and not you.
Ouch! That's a hard one from reality. But never doubt this .... uhm .... it. It's really accurate. Works 100% of the time i tell you.
So yeah, now i have to operate 3 websites. Namely You Son Of A and The Lad's Blog as well as my own portfolio. You know how tiring it is? To manage so many sites at one go? Oh and don't forget that I am also a moderator of sigshare. Just great, now i have 4 websites to maintain, 2 games to play and a great, short-haired girlfriend to look after lest she feels that i "love her more yesterday then today".
No I'm not ranting, rantings are for emotional kids living beside you with Fall Out Boys posters on their bedroom, pencil box bloated with Penknives and penknife blades and they usually have a waste paper dustbin filled with tissue paper soaked with crimson red blood. No way am i one of them. I despise emotional people. I mean, you're not the only ones with problems damn it.
I think if we put in effort in packaging them and maybe throw in a complimentary set of penknife and 2 extra penknife blade re-fills. We might be able to sell them to the Iraq as war zone demoralizers.
Damn, if I think hard enough, I can still make out how emotional kids used to behave in the early 90s.
Emotional Kid>> Hey dude.
Emotional Kid>>I just found out that my girlfriend was cheating on me.
Dude>> Whoa, don't be sad.
Dude>> If she is indeed cheating on you, then she's a whore!
Emotional Kid>> Are you saying I'm dating a whore?
Dude>> No I'm not,
Dude>>I'm just saying that she's a whore
Dude>> Just implying.
Emotional Kid>> YOU SON OF A ....
Dude>> Chill pal, don't get so emotional about it.
There you go, definition of emotional in the 90s :
The state of being unable to withstand a feeling I.E. anger, stress, sadness....
But now? The definition of emotional have evolved into this :
The state of being unable to withstand the alluring blood-stained piece of sharp metal held together by two pieces of plastic creating friction between the sharpest point of the metal against the softest point of the human flesh slowly to reveal a "cut" or "break" in the flesh of which fresh warm blood will ooze out and the human host will achieve orgasm.
Yeah I know, I used the word orgasm. I mean, why would you people like to rub the metal against your skin if you don't reach orgasm by doing it? Common excuse are "they take away my attention on the things around me" and "i just want to feel the pain rather then having to think and cry about it all day".
Aww, pulls at your heart-string doesn't it ? Just die! I'd say. BLEED TO DEATH BASTARDS.
There, I got it out of my system.
Now you can either choose to :
1) Leave my blog
2) Murder the nearest emotional kid
3) Look at my portfolio ( link's to the right ) and hire me to do some designs for you and your company
I leave the options to you, I'm 100% democratic.
Now get the hell out of here.