The Horse Rap Incident

And so they say, everybody needs a hobby. May some find comfort in doing productive stuffs such as crochet, cooking, graphic designs, internet porn, staring at a goat all day, wondering if chupakabras and unicorns are real or watching ancient aliens

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in national geographic, while others just find it relaxing to smother other people for no reasons at all (Seriously? Who does that?). So then I found writing. Yeah, I know… I confess my English is not that great. In fact, my grammar just comes back and forth and it is in a matter of mood. Sometimes, I find it very good when I feel so Poe-ish, Swift-ish, Golding-ish, or Burgess-ish. But when the world around me suffers in a terrible fucked-up seizure, my words can never be any better than a steaming pile of horsecrap (it seems weird, I tried to right-click the word “horsecrap” in MS-word because it is underlined with red shit. I thought at first that I should separate the two words but when I right clicked it, it suggested “horse rap”… hahaha, classic). But hey, why not give it a shot? As if writing could make my life miserable.
You know, I am not a vocal person in terms of my comments about the world and all the crap I see around (although some of my friends knows me as a noisy type. But honestly, 90% of what I am saying most of the time is completely nonsense and I am aware of that. That’s because I don’t want them to discover the truth: I am a ninja who works at a secret underground laboratory led by an evil mastermind came from the planet Nibiru who is tasked to annihilate the corrupt government officials throughout the galaxy). And the only way I found to release all this uneasy thoughts inside me is through writing.

I enjoyed writing all of the stuffs that are rumbling inside my head. I find it very enjoyable putting most of my thoughts and daydreams into words. I don’t know, but it is like some sort of a peculiar drug addiction, only without any drugs involved. With writing, I am able to step into the wonderland. I am able to wear the Golden Fleece. I experienced to be a war hero. With writing, everything seems possible. And, despite all of these, I believe that if you don’t have it burning inside you, then I cannot explain it to you. Believing is one of the most essential factors of understanding something. And believing requires a serious amount of curiosity. And curiosity starts with interest. So, if you are not interested, then do not waste your time and you better fuck-off. But if you are really stubborn and you are still reading up to this part of my god-forsaken preliminary piece, then you might be:

- bored

- Unemployed

- Done watching internet porn and you don’t have anything to do

- Still unable to watch internet porn because there’s still someone behind you and you are too afraid to get caught

- “researching” for a school project but you got bored so you aimlessly browsed the internet

- A 25-year old obese bastard who don’t have friends (you still search the internet for some tips on how to win some friends. Occasionally, you still have hope and you search about “how to seduce a woman”).

- an introvert teenager who spends most of the time playing Diablo 3/ World of Warcraft because you don’t have real-life friends. You accidentally reached this part of the internet because you are searching about “how to dupe massive amount of gold on Diablo 3” but unfortunately you discovered that Blizzard have already fixed this bug and you ended up frustrated.

- Yes, you are bored

Whatever your reason is, you are finally here. So, I guess congratulations. I don’t know what to say. To be honest I don’t even know the aim of this article on the first place. I am just writing whatever my brain tells me to write. But nonetheless, welcome! I hope you enjoy this site and… stay cool mothafuckah! Live long and prosper.