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Missing Wisconsin

I miss Wisconsin. A year there truly changed a lot of things in me. I made legit friends, I found the meaning of Love, I found another place I can call home, and many other exploits that changed my outlook upon life. Wisconsin, this is for you.

5 Reasons why Santa is Creepy

First of all, I am sorry it has been long since I posted my last nonsense.
My dear laptop passed away a couple of days ago, and I had to take her
to the medicine man. Thank you medicine man for successfully bringing her
back to my laps for me to touch and tap her buttons with.

Yes. I love, LOVE Innuendos. Haha.

Anywho, Christmas is at hand! Rejoice! Eat Meat! Even better, eat RED MEAT!
But we all forgot one thing that we should not miss, the Creep of Christmas.
Or, the Christmas Creep.

Here are moments in my life that changes my outlook upon the Santa-Claus-Christmas-Spirit:

1. Back when I was a child, I believed in the existence of Santa Claus, or the Big Fat Man In The Red Coat With A Full Beard. So this guy, He-Who-Gives-Little-Children-Gifts, proposes a condition for little kids: "IF (capital I and F), you are good, then you deserve presents".
So I tried, very hard, to be good two months in advance, so that 'Santa' here would give me the presents I wanted. One Christmas, I didn't get the thing I wanted, an action figure, and was very pissed at "St. Nick". The next year, I decide to give "Santa" here a piece of my mind. So I slept in the family room's couch, by the Christmas Tree, with a camera under my pillow, and a baseball bat under the couch. Of course, being a 'good boy', I even prepared a plate of oreo and a glass of milk. When the Clock stroke midnight, I opened my eyes, grabbed the camera, and lift the bat up high saying: "SANTA! YOU DON'T MOVE, OR I'LL HIT YOU!" and as the lights went on...

I saw my father.

Thus, Santa is a lie.

2. In some believes, it states that "When you are a bad boy, Santa will leave you a piece of coal for your gift." Now, let us observe evidence A:


Now some people know why the 'coals' he left are mushy and smelly.

3. When you tell your children to believe in Santa Claus, you're telling your children to be
impolite. The "Big Man"'s laugh is very famous for its ' HO HO HO '

Think about it mates. Ho, Ho, ho? Superman that Ho.
I hope the Lawyer wins.

4. If you really really think about it, Mr. Nick, is a really really creepy guy.

"You Better watch out, you better not cry, better not pout, I'm telling you why: Santa Claus is coming... to Town.... He sees you when your sleeping... He knows when your awake...."


You BETTER Watch out....


5. Just like everybody, Santa does have a brother. A twin brother if you may:


Ooo... You better watch out... you better not cry.... he'll see you when your sleeping,
he'll knows when your awake... he knows if you've been bad or good... so be good...
for goodness' sake....

THUMBS UP

Well mates, the 'Thumb(s) Up" Gesture is acceptable mostly worldwide as a gesture that shows
the situation is 'okay', or 'everything's all good', or 'It's alright'. Surely, and hopefully, you do think so too.

See from the gesture alone, if we could make an international standard for it (although I do find the 'thumb(s) up' gesture in the sign language dictionary as the 'Good' gesture), this is the only thing we need for world peace. Though I must say, I don't mind at all have sexy, young, intellectual ladies walking around in swimsuits and glamorous dresses, but if the money could go for something for the better of mankind, then a thumb(s) up is all you need!













Thumb Up With some Sikh guy from Canada...

Thumbs Up from the Silly Hat Day for Wrestlers! Featuring Josh.

A good work with the YES Cluster Crew deserves a good 'Thumbs Up' too! Except, that dumbass guy on the right decides to look 'cool' (not) and go with weird hand-gesture... You ass.

And another Victory for the Wrestling team that deserved a Thumbs Up!

Rudolph The Cyborg Reindeer

Back in my Exchange Year in Wisconsin, we exchange students had special privileges... that include speaking in weird (a lot find it sexy) accents, putting a "I HAVE NO CLUE WHAT YOU JUST SAID" blank face and actually mean it, making weird (I should say Foreign) noises, and exploring new and very exciting stuff.

One of the best discoveries I made along my exchange year was that I found Rudolph... ish. It was actually a Moose, but it was the next best thing to a reindeer... and it was made of Metal... like a cyborg... an android Moose if you will... but it was so cool. It was made out of Titanium and Stainless Steel, so it won't rust at any weather. I found it in Chicago, when we exchange students had a Chicago trip (Duh)... I HAD to take a picture of it, I don't know when it will fly off to guide Santa when Santa wants to take a trip hazardous nations, or nations at war... since this Moose (Reindeerish) is a cyborg.. and it had a very interesting, distinctive, and intimidating feature the creator decided to include..



.A complete set of the Moose's Genitals. A Titanium Schlong, and a pair of Titanium Ding-Dongs .

Awesome.


"Rudolph the Cyborg Reindeer... Had a pair of shiny balls..."

Computer Says No....

I LOVE "Little Britain"

Why I Would NOT Donate Blood

So I had this interesting conversation with Amanda in the morning, and she discussed on how she donated blood that evening (11 hours difference, Michigan-Jakarta). You see, I do support the idea of donating blood that will save a life, or for a better cause, sure. But not my blood. What I don't like about donating blood include several reasons:

1. I am afraid that the blood will go to a blood bank. Owned by vampires.
2. I don't like how they advertise the benefits of donating blood: "You'll get a good treat (cookie) after!" or in Indonesia: "You'll get a good treat (bowl of noodles with eggs after!)"... after they pull out half a day's worth of blood out of you.
   
3. We as donors only hear half of the story where would our blood go. We never really know what happens beyond those closed doors and with the white coats that (maybe) use our blood as study samples... for cloning... or for vampires...
   

Another supporting reason on why I WOULD NOT donate blood, is after I hear Amanda's story when she donated blood:

"The nurse said to me: 'YAY YOU'RE SAVING BABIES' and I was like WTF??"

(Imagining the nurse looking perky, holding one big syringe and a bloody hose. I would react the same with her)

"Then I ended up donating blood anyways. They taped me back together, and told me to lift my arm. I got dizzy, hot. and pale! So they gave me an ice pack, and then I laid there for a while. Then I got up, took a bite of a cookie, and felt sick again. I had to lay down again this time. I was freezing after that... Then I had to eat again and go to class...5 people walked me back..."

Scary.

I was like "Holy Mackarel" when hearing her story... Donating blood is scary... Oh and another reason why I WOULD NOT DONATE BLOOD:

Why would I want my life juice to be pumped out of me? After all, my blood contains my secret mojo that will attract them ladies... See, if my blood gets to a woman... Then she will attract women instead of men, because of my secret mojo in her blood...That would not be pleasant now would it? And Why on earth would I want to give out my secret mojo??