What happens when a blind man gets angry?

The Star's news site ran this story about one blind guy who killed another blind guy because the victim caused the killer's girlfriend to leave him. And get this; the witness to the murder was also blind. Oh, just imagine how fun the trial will be! Ally Macbeal-ish hilarity ensues! The murderer "...[felt] his way through" the residence to get to the man and "[He] made his way out of his room with a dagger". I bet the victim, and apparently everyone else in the residence, didn't see it coming...and quite literally too. The killer eventually surrendered to police, who probably were not blind.

Now, whenever your kid's teacher says your satan-spawn is a naughty boy, ask her if she slapped him and asked him 'who's yo momma, bitch??'

Every time I read a story about a teacher bed-dancing with her testosterone-fuelled, new to the wondrous bodily fluids-inducing experiences teenage student, I can't help thinking that that kid must be one hot student. But then again, all teenagers are v. hot! I mean, just look at the Olsen twins! Personally, I prefer the fat one. And they're already 18! I'm not a paedophile anymore!

But I digress. So how does this teacher-banging Vili Fualaa look like?

Um...well I guess he must be hung like a horse.

And you wonder why we suck at sports

Our athletes are more concerned with their six packs and schlongs it seems, judging from this Berita Harian photo (or more plausibly, just another case of bad shoots ideas from the photographer). I wonder what happens next in this vaguely homoerotic, United Colors of Benetton-ish scene:

Guy in black tights: Now, let's see what's in those shorty shorts of yours
Guy in red shorts: I bet it is this small
Guy in white shorts: Aww, you guys!

Face lift completed!

Hey, new blog skin! Yeah, the last entry was months ago but I just got bored with this whole blog thing...but I felt like getting a new look for my blog, so here I am. And since I'm back here, I'm going to write about life in Malaysia, specifically the things I hate about this country of mine, like the artists' interviews (try reading one; they always throw in the God factor for anything scandalous they do), the newspaper articles full of glaringly stupid mistakes, stupid TV programs and Malaysia's unique brand of stupidity in general. Hey, who says I don't love my country?