snail

Before I start, I'd first like you to refer to this which I wrote some time back with regards to the subject of this post, snails. Be sure to read it in depth since I'll probably make many references to it.

As you all should know, since you live in the same fucking country I live in, the weather is a massive cantankerous pain in the ass. It's warm all year round and when it does get cool, rain, it becomes humid as fuck rendering everything shitty as far as the weather is concern. Which is why most people cannot live without air-conditioning.

Now imagine yourself in an enclosed room with about 30 other people forcing warm air into metalic tubes and what not and then it starts to rain. The air cools dractically and for once justice is done and the temperature would have been perfect but no. Some mother fucker decides that it's a tat too cold for him and without seeking the opinion of the majority, proceeds to increase the temperature in the room. That wouldn't have been so bad if it was done in moderation but I can safely say that 28 degree celsius is a little too high a temperature for a room of more than 30. To hell with it, 28 degree celsius is higher than the temperature outside the room! Fucktard!

And so I've pretty much established that I'll be going to hell from the amount of evil thoughts running through my head in one morning alone. It's like a my limit meter is constantly full and I wouldn't have a need to de-barrier Sephiroth since even a braver would be enough for me to 1 hit KO the final boss in the epic FF7.

I'm constantly asked why, where and how all that hate came about and my answer would be on par with why I hate snails. They exist. They are gigantic eyesores. They piss me off to final heaven. Something went wrong in all creation that spawned them. But this time it's worst. The fucktard's like a snail gone horribly wrong! It's like an over-grown, over-developed, invertebrate piece of shit with an evolutionary diseaster called hair!

Eternal Flame

Just when I thought I'd gotten bored of all this shit. People come along asking me about stuff here. Stuff I once thought obvious but apparently not obvious enough. I'm ignorant to the fact that people actually come back here for quick bites of hate. I'm not sure how true or how many people exactly it is that knows about this but I can safely say that the apex, the all time high, the orgasm of this project is long gone, over and done with.

With an excessive amount of ideas and thoughts overwhelming every single one of my neurons, forcing them to phase shift into over-drive and stuff, there's really little rooms left for much creative input here, once glorious in the the days always remembered.

It's been delayed time and again, constantly teasing. Like an unnecessary prolonged extended foreplay. You've heard all about it, you've felt the hype and the energy radiating of the synopsis alone and you're just dying to get your share of the prime cut of juicy details about the one event that brought about the downfall of this once greatest hate syndicate to where it stands now. The essential milestone in the history of this nova of a site and one hell of a kick ass entertainment medium. Once again I've lit the fire within you, once again I've brought out from within your spirit, long subdued and forgotten, burried within the depths of mundane fuck shit that don't matter. Like a phoenix rising from the ashes, anew, I've brought the flame within you back, rekindled. And as you read every word in this stinking paragraph of a teaser, hoping, white knuckled in hopes that the very next sentence read would be revelation.

Too bad. It's not happening, not yet. Because it's 2:10am and I should really get to sleep. The teasing continues and with it burns the eternal flame.

no shit

I haven't done anything to the game so this is not an update to the next best selling game of the year. My sphere of influence have effectively grown beyond my comprehension. I get people I hardly know coming up to me commending me for this piece of art worthy for the Louvre, replacing the Mona Lisa which I think everyone is sick of looking at, especially after Dan Brown reveals that she is in fact a man, however true that is I don't know but I can say for one that she would look a hell of like shit if she was a real person.

Back to my sphere of influence, people I know that have no idea who the subject of Masitna is sent me this.


No shit. It's a brand, as in a REAL brand! I haven't been there personally but I can vividly picture myself ROFL, literally rolling on the floor and I mean it, the moment I see it. If I'd gone into the shop, I'd most definitely ask whoever's available for a catalogue of their range of wigs.

All in the name of fun.

It's been a while but all's been fine.
I'm doing this because it's fun, it's a great way for me to get in touch with flash again, I've been wanting to do something like this since forever and because I can.

Masitna Voodoo Madnes 0.03 alpha

It's not much now but in the days to come, given that I have enough free time, there'll definitely be more stuff added to it.

1 week and counting

It's been exactly a week since the great, much talked about, confrontation and nothing much has changed except for the fact that contact with the subject of Masitna's been at the minimum.

I'm starting to have doubts about the revival of Masitna, the restoration of the once great most well syndicated hate site in the history of creation. To tell the truth, I know it will never be the same again. It's hard to keep a fire raging without the necessary fuel, in this case, bad experiences. Perhaps things would've been different if I'd done this sooner since the subject of Masitna only started to realise and feel all the hate going around without the distraction of the one device that once vindicated his existence, the one device that is now spoilt and in the process of recovery.

However, I believe even that will not bring the subject to forget all that's been said, by me, by us. And the truth is, the subject of Masitna will probably never ever step into the homebase of Masitna ever again. Which is probably good for everyone. Time will make people forgive and forget, much more easily than for one to change. So most of the league of extraordinary musicians would have a very much more mellow impression of the subject since the very events that reenforce their rage have, hopefully, ceased to exist. The subject might not have changed much at the end of it all, he might even have gotten worst but it really doesn't matter as long as he doesn't cross that invisible line I drew because I seriously do not care.

On a side note, our resident barber just got himself a pair of thinning scissors, much like that shown here after every post. How cool is that?! See! This place is not all bad and filled with hate, amongst all that are moments like this where we rejoice with the introduction of new tools that benefit us all and prevents us from sprouting that mushroom head hair-do.

The calm before the storm :: 11 days and counting

And so it is just like you waid it would be,
life goes easy on me,
most of the time.

There's nothing to hide here and I'm pretty damn sure that most of the people who actually come here and stick around already know of the great confrontation.

It wouldn't be nice of me to be posting the contents of the confrontation here, not now at least. However having said that, I'm sure you're all dying to know the details. In a nut shell, a mediation was held between the subject of MASITNA and the board of directors of MASITNA itself in the presence of a mediator. Being great people, we've decided to set our differences aside and give the subject of MASITNA a grace period of 2 weeks for him to change for the better after hearing from us in a very civil manner his flaws and screw ups.

As of typing this, MASITNA is at a all time low because of the sudden crushing blow dealt to us. But fear not, this is not the end. There would be minimal updates and such in the next 11 days as we countdown to the end of the grace period. If the grace period proves to be useless, a barrage of rage would be unleashed in an instant giving rise to what I predict to be THE NEXT BIG THING!!

Until then, life goes on, albeit the cease fire.

Disclaimer

The disclaimer have been updated. Self explanatory. I'm sure you've noticed by now that that's not the only thing that's changed. There's a slight change in the layout which aim to provide you with a better experience here, putting what's important at the top in the sidebar. The testimonial pop-up is also removed because it's annoying even me.