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In one of her Much More Music interviews, Madonna stated that she exists to provoke people. I must say that she’s quite good at doing that. She makes millions of dough just for eating a super-sized combo number six (10 piece nuggets) inside a Burger King, right after watching Super Size Me, just to spite the crude supporters of that documentary and the Burger King Manager. She completely epitomizes a rebel without a cause. Madonna has definitely mastered the art of boiling-one’s-blood-and-eventually-killing-them-because-they-can’t-take-any-more-of-her-non-sense-but-they-are-oh-so-vulnerable-because-she’s-a-millionaire-and-they’re-not.

Now, I thought quite hard about the solution to get back at this worshipped queen of pop. It’s been a difficult process, but the key to tick her off is, surprisingly, quite simple. So before you start listing and thinking about your own ways to get back at her - too bad, because I’ve already done that. By the time you finish reading these solutions, I’ve already copyrighted them.

Failed:
Attack Madonna with a Bible: This could have worked out only if she wasn’t a Jew. Such “radical” idea might even backfire; you’ll see Madonna converting people, (I mean, she already converted her unclean apprentice, Mrs. Federline) and yet again, provoking the Muslims.
Madonna is down with God.

Tell Madonna that the children are being affected by her deviant behaviours: AHA! She wrote a children’s book, and you didn’t! She’s quite flexible and tries to please as many people as possible, and provoking just as many at the same time.
Madonna is down with the younglings and the horny teenagers.

Complain about her poorly written albums: Pfft! Yeah, right. And people still buy them. One opinion wouldn’t matter; she’s still selling millions of records. Besides, it’s all about the Benjamin’s. So, as long as she owns half of England, a quarter of Africa, and all of Japan, your voice is useless.
Madonna is down with your opinion, no matter how disrespectful it is, she’s still rich, and you’re not.

Mock her husband…the one who directed Snatch: No, don’t do that. Brad Pitt will kill you, and you don’t want Brad to kill ya (unless he agrees to torture you in the kinkiest, and most unforgettable way).
Brad Pitt is down with Madonna – everyone’s down with the Pitt.

So how do you incite this pop star? As stated before, the solution is simple: you ignore her. However, there is an alternative, and that is eliminating the “haters”. That includes 50% of those Catholics and I. Or, you can exterminate the source of hate, which is Madonna. Of course, these options are unacceptable…Come on, who would pull a Hitler, or assassinate a Kennedy? No one’s got the guts to do that nowadays. So, just stick with ignorance.

But then again, don’t listen to me. I talk about ignorance, but I'm doing everything but ignoring Madonna. As a matter of fact, I think I might have added a couple of kids to her fan base.

Ah, the good ol', energy draining, blood-pumpin', and sometimes, heartbreaking award show. I quite enjoyed this VMAs. It was undoubtedly one extravagant show, considering that “Diddy” (formerly known as Puffy, Puff Daddy, P. Diddy, Chaka Kahn…and the list goes on) was the wonderful host of the night. When Diddy is in, expect some bling.

As expected, this year’s VMAs’ another Hip-Hop studded, with a hint of invading rockers who want to regain the glory. Sorry rock lovers, as long as the VMAs surfin' in Miami, you'll only get half-naked girls, Daddy Yankee and a thousand police officers securing the whole stadium. Pray that Robert Plant will host the show next year, and then maybe, just maybe, Hip-Hop will become the minority.

My favourite performance of the night is definitely Kanye West's Gold Digger featuring Jamie Foxx. Don't even argue with that, you know it rocks! I was also glad to see Shakira back in the spotlight, even though I didn't understand a single word she said. Surprisingly, Kelly Clarkson's finale wasn't so bad either. Her husky, high-ranged voice was undeniably awesome. She really reminded me of Janis Joplin. Five bonus points goes to the American Idol.

The 2005 VMAs could have been perfect if Shinder had a surprised performance. That would have been awesome. Besides, the theme of the award show is “Anything can happen”, and I really hoped that that happened. Maybe next year…

Overall, I think the VMAs favoured the pyromaniacs, spending $1,234,567,890 on fireworks and flames to create the “hell effect” – it clearly was an arsonist paradise. And may I add, that this award show's just an upgraded version of the BET awards, minus the praise-worthy Fugees.

Yup, keep praying for Robert Plant.

I never considered myself as a risk-taker. I always carry the fear that failure is very possible. I hate failing, and who doesn't? It's as painful as a two-edged sword up your arse. I, like many people, play the game the safe way. I never expect too much from something or someone, it’s not healthy. Only crazy, obsessed, irrational and psychotic dimwits do that.

However, I do find it extremely difficult to move on because…well, seeing how I hate to fail, I don’t move at all. I am often labeled as a perfectionist, and that also links to me being labeled as a coward. I would only work or pursue something when I know the outcome is good, and/or possibly perfect. I’m quite selective of the projects I work on, the guys I like, or the people I want to befriend. So selective, that I have become quite the crazy, obsessed, irrational, and psychotic dimwit I very loathed.

I wish to take more risks, but that’s not part of the secret 11 herbs and spices that creates me. Although, I must brag about the time I gambled my life when I rode the Mighty Canadian Minebuster, Canada’s only roller coaster made out of decaying toothpicks.

Anyway, people tell me that the incompetence to try or to take risk is failure already. People, I’d rather skip a test and fail that way, than write knowing that I'm going to fail anyway. I’d rather save myself some time and energy, than waste it on a test with such a predictable and an unfortunate result. Thank you very much.

You know what's disgusting? Kids who degrade the word "love" when clearly, love is inexistent within whatever relationship they are in. It's really annoying. It's a chain of stupidity. First, you have stupid boy bands and RnB singers singing about love, but they don't even know what the hell they're really talking about. Then, you'll have 13, 14 year olds swooning over these bodies and indulging in every single word they say. At the end of this chain, you have a society with an IQ averaging between 7 - 10, and one scary future. Horrible.

Don't overuse the word "love". It's not easy to love people. Heck, I can't even love myself sometimes, and I'm pretty vain. What more if I try to love another creature? If you think you love someone, well sorry to burst your bubble: you don't love them. It's called "extreme infatuation" fool.

Many people say that I am one hateful person - I beg to differ. They have misinterpreted my great sense of realism. I don't just complain about life, I emphasize its hardships. You can't be optimistic all the time because that's just plain abnormal. I'm being negative because life, well at least for me, is going smooth. Too smooth that it's scary. The lack of pessimism will only drive me crazy and will make a complete, unaware fool out of me.

On the contrary, a person can't always be negative, especially when the situation is already studded with a bountiful amount of crap. Why put yourself further down the drain? What will crying and regretting do for you? The answer is, "negative". Nothing. Pick yourself up off the floor and learn. If you choose not to, then I pity you.

You just have to strive for a perfect balance of negativity and positivity. Too much of optimism, or too much of pessimism will kill you. You're only asking for your own downfall. Smile when you can't, and frown when you don't have to. Why? Well, why not?

So, do I consider myself a more positive person or a more negative sucker? I'm neither...

I'm perfect =P

Harshmercy has risen from the crypt. It is active once again. I removed my guestbook, tagboard, and my precious commenting system. Basically, I eliminated the scripts that attracted those stupid spammers.

Enjoy.

It's been more than a month since my last update in harshmercy.com . The progress is slow, but everything is coming together. Hopefully, by next week, everything will be up and running. I revamped the whole thing. The style, the layout, the content - everything.

The radio blog is fully refreshed and fed with some "awesome" songs. The all about me section is completely modified. Also, I decided to have a page dedicated to all the praise worthy albums (according to my own standards).

I just hope that laziness and procrastination don't go crawling up my spine and paralyzing me. I really want to get everything completed. I have been putting things off way too much. I gotta slap myself and get some energy and motivation pumpin'.

I seem to avoid writing here because I really don't have anything important to say, and I don't want to waste space and time with my non-sense. However, an update is needed, so I thought hard about my topic. The conclusion: ranting about the upcoming post secondary life.

I visisted Ryerson this morning to hand in my summer school mark. Apparently, my slack teacher failed to sign my "report card" making that piece of paper pretty useless. I don't know whether I should chase after the guy, or just punch someone to release steam...seriously. My venture to T.O. was useless! I could have been sleeping....SLEEPPIIINNGG. Do you all know how awesome sleep is? It's pretty awesome! How can he not sign the report card...a better question, why didn't I notice a signature was missing?! BAH!

Well, I hate making phone calls, but I have no choice. I have to call the school board and the admissions office.

Sigh. When all the madness is over, I will relax and enjoy the rest of my summer vacation. Heh, it's not much of a break, but I'll try to enjoy it anyway.