Korean drama sucks.
I'm an innocent party. I didn't turn on Channel U just to have tons of Korean drama advertisements and previews thrown at me. It's a bloody waste of electricity and a total technological meltdown, simply because Korean drama is filth, and shouldn't have words that can go with it except 'cancel', 'shit', and so on.
There's nothing wrong with Korean dramas. There's nothing right either. What's so correct and touching about stupid, time-wasting shows like 'Winter Sonata'. Just the thought and the effort of recalling the show name gave me the creeps. I'd never watch that kind of crap. It's an insult to all of humanity.
Let's see what do I hate about them..
1. The guys (gays) all have small eyes. That makes them look blur, ugly, stupid. It came as a surprise to me that my mum fell in love with the ever-naked Bae Yong jun. Forgot his name, but never mind. I'm sure your mum fell in love with him before too.
I simply don't see what's so good about these Korean guys. I can't stand Rain either. It's a stupid name, his muscles are half of mine (or the other way round, I can't be bothered to check), he has the characteristic small eyes, 'I'm blur' look, and all-in-all, just looks stupid. So if people find him handsome, then stupid-looking people=handsome. Now that sounds wrong, no?
2. The plot is always the same. 'I love you, but for some fucked up reason, we cannot be together.'
Or maybe the 'I got in a car crash, lost my memory, and fell in love with the same woman despite my parents' blatant refusal to have any of that.'
The k-drama (a crude abbreviation) lovers would argue that the shows have already levelled up, and turned funnier, blah blah.
But is that the case? NO. They simply added a few lame parts, the kind that you'd be able to find in all those Taiwan idol-drama. It's just disgusting how much effort (or lack thereof) they put in to make it 'funny'. It's just the copying of iFeas out of Primary school stuff. I mean, if I'm back in Primary school, I'd definitely be able to come out with skits more interesting than such draggy 'K-drama'. Tell you what, it's not O-K. Dammit.
3. The fans make a lot of noise about how handsome the guys are, and I'd hide in the toilet and appreciate the fecal matter within the toilet bowl. I like the way they swim, much better than the way those 'actors' look. Trust me though, I have nothing against ugly people. I have nothing against myself.
Which reminds me, I need to sleep early. My biological clock is obviously all messed up, and I can't blame anyone or anything except D.gray Man, and how I got so deeply attracted to it.
And I have to wake up earlier tomorrow, just to set a date for my dental appointment. It surprises me to no end that I can somehow forget to check my dental card. Damn.
Which reminds me. I don't see much point in going for the countdown shit in Vivo. Oh wait, I meant 'party'. Don't see the point in going for such countdowns. As I mentioned earlier, there's no point. It's just another day. It's just the first second in 2008.
WOW 2008. BIG FUCKING DEAL.
I have no wish in joining throngs of crowds (that says a lot), and getting molested by chek ko peks.
There is just no point in this. It just wastes time and money. I'd rather sleep for 38 hours than go to such rave. And much though I love sleep, I like being awake and doing my part for the community by not saving electricity.
I never go for stuff that doesn't have a point. I hate Vivo. I don't see what's so nice about that big place. I don't like getting lost. I don't like everyone either. Everyone has told me to 'Get lost', at least once. Or 'go away'. Or something along those lines. I hate everyone. Sobs.
My way of celebrating the New Year is this--the grand Tearing-Of-The-Scab opening. Yes, I'm leaving a lot of things open, running high chances for infections and all. Perhaps I'd get amputated, my foot.
Or maybe I'd just stare at my scab and crush it into powder. It's quite dry and it has a certain rough texture to it. Merely looking at it gave me a boner. Want try?
Ooh, it crackles with delight too.
Powdered form of a scab. And I have yet to wash my hands. How'd I type these?
Which reminds me of something rather scary. I had 20 unique page views yesterday. Or rather, the day before yesterday.
The mere thought gives me the creeps. I set the counter such that even if you spam the refresh button, the count won't increase. Unique page views simply mean completely different people viewing my blog.
Ah. I get it. There must've been some guy searching for porn on blogs that day. And it so happens that I mentioned that word several times. So, being the horny bastard he is, he decided to click, only to be grossly disappointed as there isn't even a single fucking picture. Or pictures of people fucking, it doesn't matter.
So cry, and eat my shit.
By the way, I think it's only fair that you tag. My tagboard isn't very much alive, and you won't be, too, after you've been the receiving end of Barney's thrusts.
Forget it. I'd just go re-watch DGM.
I have no life.
-- 12/31/2007 01:20:00 AM
I am Alastair.
I am Alastair. I won't accept anyone of my age and above to misspell my name. I don't enjoy my wonderful name getting mutilated by imbeciles, because only imbeciles are capable of such atrocities.
I am the fucking great ALASTAIR. Not stuff like ALASTIAR. Can your eyes of cock spot the difference? Dammit. My name's in the dictionary, and the alastiar isn't, and it appears with a zigzagged green underline. Open your Microsoft word and you'd fully appreciate my description.
I can accept 'GLESTER', because it is quite a funny and most far-from-the-truth mangled version of my name. I can take it as a joke, because it is funny. I like funny stuff.
But not stuff that goes 'alastiar'. I hate it. To be fair, I always thought it a funny sight for the bossy/bitchy/head-in-the-ass morons they call 'class monitors' in Primary 2 spelling my wrong name. Alastair to Alastiar. I liked the fact that I can simply tell the teacher that hey, no such person as 'Alastiar' exists in this class, I am Alastair, you shithead.
Which reminds me of when I went absent from school in Primary 2 (no doubt due to some high-profile robbery case in which I'm one of the hostages-turned-hero kiddo. Yes, I'm capable of such heroic acts, even in Primary 2), my form teacher wrote my name as 'Alas' in the absentee box they leave on the whiteboard. It was quite embarrassing the next day I stepped into class. I was already camera shy, but the fact that my name was mutilated made me hate that teacher. And the school, for making the absentee box so small that only the 4 letters can fit in. Now, I know which four letters to fit in. Here's a hint--It starts with an 'F', and ends with 'UCK'.
Of course, the stupid people I had the misfortune to have as 'classmates' slowly turned clever. So the best thing they did was to flaunt their brain power--by spelling my name correctly! That they did, and they were only 11. Maybe even 10.
So when I came in as a Sec 1 student in Catholic High School, I thought that I'd mix with the cleverer people, since the intake standard is quite high. And that means that they can get my name right, making it the best proof of their brain power (or lack thereof).
Now I'm a Sec 3. Next year, Sec 4. Yet there are still fellow students unable to spell my name correctly. And he was my classmate for 2 years. It surprises me to no end that after 2 years with this idiot, I'm still as clever as ever.
Here's an email I sent to him:
Subject: the difference between iar and air.
Date: Thu, 27 Dec 2007 22:33:54 +0800
For a student of Catholic High, you're unbelievably stupid. I can't believe you were my classmate. The worse thing is that I have you on MSN. And I don't talk to stupid people. I don't know why'm I even bothering to email you, because obviously no matter how expressive I am, your level of comprehension would be too low to understand what I'm trying to say.
I'm sorry if this email is insulting to your intelligence (or lack thereof).
I must clarify one thing though--I am not Alastiar. I am Alastair. If you made a typo, or mangled my name, then admit it, apologize, and get on with your question.
In case you didn't notice, I typed alastAIR, just to place extra emphasize for your eyes of cock to spot the difference between alastIAR and alastAIR.
I'm tired of imbeciles typing and spelling my name wrongly. I thought humans would outgrow this stage of the mutilation of my name when I graduated from primary school, but today, I stand corrected.
Even Secondary Fours can't spell my name correctly. Perhaps the top universities in the world can use my name as a subject for research. And perhaps mental institutes would be able to finally answer the question of how long humans can survive without a brain, by simply noting how long you'd live.
I'd choose to stop here. Anymore words would be unnecessary. Learn, to spot the obvious difference between Alastair and Alastiar. I won't say I'm not Alastair. But I'd deny my existence as Alastiar, because as far as I'm concerned, I know no such person.
Sometimes, I really wonder if this world is real. I never knew that people could be this stupid. If you don't know me well enough, I can accept the fact that you cannot get my name right. But if you've known me for such a long time, and even have my MSN, which has my email address, which in turn holds the correct form of my name, I don't see any plausible explanation from you. There's no point denying--you are an idiot. At least check my email before typing my name if there's some problem you have with spelling.
It'd be a great iFea for you to grow a pair of balls and a dick instead of wailing about how pathetic you are. If you are 'the best', and 'the best' can't spell my name correctly, screw 'the best'.
One more thing--Fuck you.
-- 12/30/2007 02:36:00 AM
A shitty post.
So I was deep in thought while doing my usual business in the toilet. Bringing new chocolate cakes into the world always seem like a nice thought, and the process often is so too.
As I was enjoying the shit being pushed out slowly from the anus, I wondered. Isn't this the same as anal sex?
I don't exactly like the iFea of getting sodomized by my own shit, no thanks. The mere thought gave me the creeps. However, my sheer enjoyment of these shitting experiences kept me going through this process nearly everyday. Come to think of it, I might even been afflicted with obsessive-compulsive disorder. I mean, I feel weird if I don't shit for a day.
Do you?
So much for a shitty fiasco. I don't like taking a shower. Frankly, who likes? It's a ritual act of cleaning your already clean body of non-existent filth and dirt particles. I always contemplate not taking a shower. But my shitty attitude gives me away, and I end up going to the toilet, shit, then take a shower.
Who the hell won't take a shower after shitting. Unless you are outside, of course.
If you don't take a shower after you shit, don't talk to me, you unhygienic piece of shit. I like the smell of shit, but only the smell of MY OWN SHIT would I get a boner.
Do you enjoy shitting?
Never mind if the question's too personal.
This reminds me. I was flirting just now. With a guy. I wonder what other atrocities can I not commit. I like the iFea that I'm in control of a conversation. The females always seem to have power when you are in a conversation with them, but that's often because you are the one who wants sex, and they aren't that keen.
So obviously this guy is out to have sex. He asked me out almost immediately after getting into the conversation. His blatant admiration for me encouraged me and kept me going. It's impossible to say that I'm not touched. Kept asking me for my phone number too. Now this is what I call, desperate. He's around 28 years old, and wants to date me, a 15year old. Guy. With overflowing testosterone and black forests that grow on my legs.
What would I do when a guy tries to hit on me in the guise of a girl?
I'd start scratching my leg (hair), not because it itches me, but just to show that I possess leg hair of such quality that would give the world's manliest man a boner. Man I love my physical attributes.
And of course, there is a need to start laughing and wanking, not because I'm excited or horny, but because I am a guy and have the right to wank as and when I like. After all, wanking is one's freedom and rights, and other people have no right to interfere.
So I flirted with that horny bastard, and had a load of fun. I saved the whole conversation. Interested people can ask from me.
Which reminds me, I'm spamming DGM downloads. Suddenly had the urge to start watching from episode 1. Don't tell me, I know, I'm weird.
Have I recommended the game 'Temple Guardian'? It's quite lame. I don't even know why I like it.
Here it is anyway, for the bored.
http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/385938
Which reminds me. Megaupload has gone slightly crazy. I've been spamming downloads, and it has yet to ask me to 'Please wait another _______ minutes before you start a new download'. I hope that after I type this out it won't go harsh on me. I love megaupload. Please.
Hou fuck it.
Your IP address 220.255.4.135 has just downloaded 821171848 bytes. Please wait 12 minutes, then try your download again. Never mind.
I'm somehow reminded of the book 1984, by George Orwell. So John's post was about
'if both the past and external world exist only in the mind, and if the mind itself is controllable - what then?'
And my answer to him that time was 'Schizophrenia.' I actually came out with a possible and plausible answer without even reading the book.
The definition for schizophrenia:
Noun
S: (n) schizophrenia,
schizophrenic disorder,
schizophrenic psychosis,
dementia praecox (any of several psychotic disorders characterized by distortions of reality and disturbances of thought and language and withdrawal from social contact)
Taken from http://wordnet.princeton.edu/perl/webwn?s=schizophrenia&sub=Search+WordNet&o2=&o0=1&o7=&o5=&o1=1&o6=&o4=&o3=&h=000
It is a distortion of truth alright, and it certainly included that of a psychological warfare in which the repressive regime waged against the unwitting people.
Therefore I am correct.
Though I'd much prefer if he ever gave the credit of that sentence to the book/author, because I thought it was simply another one of his endless rants on how much he wants to get into HCJC but how pessimistic he is, thus emo. I thought that sentence was pretty weird English, but not until I read the book till that part did I fully appreciate the eccentricity in which the author managed to instill within that sentence.
Or perhaps it was a sentence fragment.
Or maybe I'm thinking too much. I guess it's the latter.
Which brings me back to the post title. Ok there's actually no link between megaupload and my post title, but I'd just saw the 'Which brings me back' part, or else it'd seem too random. I know I have great brain power to refer to my post title once more without having fits of hair-tearing sadomasochistic acts. But I know that you might not have, so I faked that I didn't have said brain power.
(Actually all it takes is the referring to the post title, but no, please do not spoil my conclusion.)
So, do you enjoy shitting? Tag please, or refer to the 'Tag or rape.' post. You certainly do not wish to ride Barney. He is gay, and gays normally have huge dicks. His lust and desire for you might be too much for you to take.
Oops, I'm bleeding again. I like tearing off scab. If my right foot was to be amputated, I won't be much surprised, seeing as I don't cherish my body much.
Oh by the way I removed the Yap Chien videos le. Upon his request. I am so nice.
-- 12/29/2007 02:33:00 AM
Blog post?
Oh.
Here's an interesting conversation I had the honour to hold with an alien.
Me: Tell me more abt urself
Piglid: Noob
How humble of him. I do know that non of his stats win mine, and I can be considered as 'owning' his ass, but no one in the right mind would call himself a 'noob'. The only plausible explanation is that he is an alien, since mental patients won't play Runescape--Runescape is mental enough.
Enough of that Runescape BS. I'm blogging about whether photos can substantiate a blog post or not.
I look around me, and I know. Now that was a snippet from the song 'Home'. But that's beside the point.
There are humans who'd make their blog posts, and post a picture along the way. And refer to the picture. Very artistic. Even though I'm not visually-talented, I can discern dick from pencil, and I really appreciate such people's efforts in making their blog posts meaningful.
Then again, there would be humans who'd cut to the chase and just dump you with a shitload of pictures. You'd be left in wide-mouthed wonder at the jawdropper, as the only words provided would be 'Here are some pics of me in my ____' (____=shop/swimming pool/any place where slacky activities can be held).
Why slacky? Think, and you'd know that it's slacky because there's no way a boss would allow his employee to take pictures of herself*1000, and allow her to post them on a blog.
Unless she already made out with him.
So what to pictures paint? A thousand words? Screw you, shove that adage up ur arse and never take it out again.
Why? Because if you simply chunk a shitload of pics, no one can sieve through that pile of wastage and piece together a coherent story. What's worse would be the caption, or lack of caption. And the images would often have very convenient titles, like 'Image001, DSC0 1020'. Thanks for telling us in numerical order, your help is gladly appreciated.
Oh by the way the 1020 is a picture of my saw-like foot.
Which reminds me--My right foot got busted. If I'm a photo-blogger, I'd be posting pictures about the rather gross wound, and the unfortunate non-existent readers might actually puke their hearts out.
Then there are people who'd simply chunk a video at you and ask you to watch it. I have nothing to say, except that I know of porn websites that would last me a lifetime, and I won't die of boredom of them. I would die of stupidity from the videos that are posted and passed off as blog posts though.
Then there are the dry-words, no-crap kind of bloggers. Why can't they bother themselves with posting pictures, and perhaps videos?
They are just too lazy to bother with their blog. To them, their blog is a ranting place, or somewhere they vent their frustration on. People like yours truly.
So which is the most best kind of blogger, the one that makes high-quality posts?
Mine? Photoblogs? Videoblogs? Artistic people?
If a choice had to be made, of course I'd like the last options.
I'm sure you would, too.
Right?
Problem is, no. Blog posts can never be substantial. They can't be important if they can be blogged about.
They have a hidden agenda, to sway your thoughts, to make you believe in something, to tell you to do something, suggest, hint, coerce, blah blah. Like, 'Oh, I'm blogging about Yap Chien now, because I just uploaded his videos onto youtube and he'd become famous very soon and Avril Lavigne would marry him' as he wished so.
So please, support my ASM in his bid for fame, and spam refreshes on his video links.
Blah blah.
There you go. You just underwent a brainwashing sessions without realizing it. Don't tell me you did, I know you didn't.
That, multiplied by several hundred times, and you'd be sort of changed. Subconsciously at least.
Which is why I hardly read blogs. I mean, I'd just skim through them, read the first paragraph, find that the blogger is mutilating the English language, Alt+F4 that link immediately, only to have Mozilla Firefox telling me that I'm attempting to a window which has more than one tab.
That shows that I've lost my rational approach towards blogs, as too many people are blogging, and yet no one is killing them.
Till now, there are only 6websites I would most certainly visit when in a day.
No. 1: Mozilla Firefox home page.
No. 2: Runescape.
No. 3: My blog.
No. 4: Some girl's blog.
No. 5: Maddox.
No. 6: Stickpage
No. 7: Porn websites
Seriously, these websites are my top-clicked websites. Your blog won't be in, because your English isn't as good as any of those sites.
But that would depend on who are you.
Damn. I'm tired. I shall go sleep.
-- 12/26/2007 11:19:00 PM
Christmas?
What would you do if your whole house was filled with happy people and you're the only sullen person? It doesn't help much that that day was Christmas, and everyone is basking in the joyfulness of this annual affair.
Also, you are a very considerate person and would choose not to spread the sulkiness if possible. So the plan is to just avoid everyone, hide in your own room, and squat in some dark corner of it just to show that you are emotional.
But what if your own room is taken up by the intent partyers? Or children, for that matter. What would you do?
That's what I was faced with a few hours back. I just woke up, I had to brush my teeth and get ready to invite the guests in and all that ridiculous stuff. Why can't the host sleep late, walk out in pyjamas and be damn smelly? That would rule.
That would be named after me--the Alastair Protocol. Sleep in late, wake up in pyjamas or nothing at all, and then invite the guests in with bated/bad breath, and then eat without brushing teeth, and so on.
I was having such a good sleep, and it was ruined, just because I had to brush my teeth. The bathroom needs to be used to bathe.
Who the hell bathes early in the morning anyway?
You know what's morning dew? Yes, that's the one you find on leaves in the early morning. That'd be present before sunrise.
You know humans have leaves too? Yes, that's the more classy name for leg hair.
So why wash away your morning dew?
Why waste it? Morning dew might be used by the most stupid of chefs in the olden days to prepare good food. Why are they so stupid? They can wake up and just brush off the water from their leg hair, it's that simple.
Or maybe they are hairless. Shan't fault them for that.
Never mind. This pisses me off so much.
So after I was forcefully roused from my bed, I went for the senseless act of brushing teeth.
Yawns.
Here comes the best part. I stank, and I'm not exactly a pocket-sized human. So the surface area provided for the diffusion of my morning dew is quite big. I'm quite surprised the invited family members didn't leave earlier for fear of nose-spoilage.
And my room was taken, I wasn't in a party mood, I didn't know what to do.
So much for a Christmas Day. The orbit of the Earth served only to make my life even more miserable than it is already.
And the worst thing is that the d'hide stuff isn't coming in. I can't sell my sets like this. Someone must have kouped the iFea from me, dammit. But never mind. Imitation is the highest form of flattery.
I win. And I would win some more.
Why? Because I'm a genius.
By the way I'm blogging only because I'm stuck at the Grand Exchange and can't do anything else.
And I uploaded our ASM's videos on youtube le. check out my links there, got one linking to my own youtube account. Enjoy.
-- 12/26/2007 12:38:00 AM
What's up with all this nonsense?
It's just the Earth revolving round the sun, and that the Earth is nearing the starting of the year, which is simply something that Man came up with to understand the universe.
It's basically the same thing, the Earth revolves round the sun, the Moon revolves around the Earth, blah blah.
So what's there to celebrate? It might be better if you are a Catholic or Christian, but are all the people partying from those religions?
No.
Why not celebrate just everyday there is in a year, since a year has so many days, and the Earth is ever-moving.
So since the orbit is such, why not celebrate everyday, since everyday comes by only once in a year. Now that's a paradox isn't it?
So why don't you simply take your partying nonsense and shove it?
There's no need for such waste of time in such senseless partying. I don't like it. I hate this nonsense. Perhaps it's due to my loneliness, but I don't really care, because I don't see much sense in this nonsense. If you really are a party freak, then just party all day long, everyday, 365.25 days per year. Why create this joyous occasion just to fit your needs and desires? Forget it, you most probably only want to have sex with the drunk girls. How orthodox.
How thick can you get?
Get a life man.
It's the same as birthdays. I mean, what's up with all this birthday nonsense? If you expect other humans you call 'friends' to send you an SMS, or MSN you just to wish you 'Happy birthday', you are being...normal. I mean, anyone would want that. But why stop at there if you're wasting the wonderful technology on such cool stuff? You might as well tell your friends to...do something even more stupid, like going for your birthday party. Undoubtedly your good friend would turn up, but seeing your other good friends, he/she would get pissed and leave, because he/she didn't know that you had so many good friends. In this case, you can cancel out the 'he' part, since a man won't bother with such trivial stuff, and would indulge in booze just to forget the fact that you have so many more friends as compared to the clique he has which consists of only him and himself. After awhile he might get suicidal and do something clever and a more profitable way to pass time, and spoil the party before leaving.
The 'good friend' would be shocked and would simply stone there, because that's the only thing he/she knows how to do. And the party mood and atmosphere would most probably be gone, and this cycle repeats itself, when the Earth gets to the same place, 365.25days later.
So, aren't parties a waste of time and resources? It does nothing productive, and in fact, wastes resources such that electricity bills increase and playing Runescape becomes a real waste of money.
Screw it. I'm not writing all these just because I'm angry over the fact that I don't have many humans sending me SMSes and MSN me, or hold parties just for me.
Dang. I won't be happy just because the Earth just rotated, revolved around the sun. I won't get high just because the Moon made yet another of its mundane round around the Earth.
It's just gravity isn't it? I'm no physics student, but then it's just stupid to feel so totally blessed and all just because one huge chunk of ailing rock just made yet another round with the Sun. If they made love I'd understand, but no, they're just turning round, round, round.
So what's the big deal?
I'd rather be happy with what I have, that of the brains to get money from the Grand Exchange. Even though it's virtual, at least I'm virtually happy. And that is a form of happiness. I am contented.
If you told me that D.gray Man 63 came out on ani-haven.net already, I'd rejoice, then slap you for lying to me, because it's a known fact that ani-haven lags out, at least for DGM.
If you told me that you just got a party hat in Runescape, I'd congratulate you before screwing your nuts because you can't possibly get a party hat that fast.
So what now? Screw you man. Go get a life, why don't you.
Either way I'm just pissed over how stupid humans are, and how most people how play Runescape seems to be capable of stuff like breathing.
Is it that hard to buy the green d'hide (g) chaps and green d'hide (g) body separately?
I bought them separately at market price, converted them into a set, and sold the set at the highest price in the Grand Exchange.
I bought the chaps at 220000gp. That's 220k. And I'd buy the body at 102k. Market price. And then sell it at 335k. So I'd earn like 13k plus each time I do this transfer of wealth.
And they're selling hot at the highest price.
To describe such idiots as idiots would be an understatement, since they aren't even capable of simple human thought processes. Such people should be killed for playing Runescape, and hogging on to so much Runescape gold.
I'm glad I'm bringing justice to the world by merchanting and selling at the highest price possible. I am bringing those gold to justice. As the saying golds, 'Money is a good slave but bad master'. Or something along those lines, and anyone with good English language would be able to understand the mutilated form of that adage.
Screw it. I know I'd be having a rather bad day, and headache. I can't stand parties. I don't like crowds. I don't like having to fake a smile and acting fine when I'm not. I don't like having to smile and take it like a joke when I'm being suan-ed. But who likes?
Dang.
And there was a noob in Runescape who came up to me and asked 'How much for your body?' Can someone tell me what the hell does he mean? I'm a very beautiful block of pixels in Runescape, and a horny guy asked me that question. He seems to be one of those who would mutilate the English language. I replied with an 'Uh, that sounds wrong.' He was too obtuse to get what I meant, and so he simply repeated his dumbass question. I got pissed and killed him there and then with my Medusa-ic stare. Yes, that's possible if you are me.
I think I'm not that hated after all. I got intelligent humans sending me SMSes wishing me a Merry Christmas.
But one of the messages sounds wrong.
'If a fat man in red comes into your room in the middle of the night and shoves you into a bag, don't be scared because I told Santa I want a friend like you for Christmas. Merry Christmas! :)'
I can't fathom what my friend was trying to say. So he only wants me for Christmas? Geez. I'm hurt.
Or what, that a fat man in red is entitled to shoving people into bags and bringing them forth to some guy just because that guy wants those people for Christmas and Christmas only?
I'd wish for her, too, but no fat man would come to my rescue, because-
Ah well. Never mind. Hate it though I do, it's not a cause for emo-ing. After all, no human should emo for years on end for something or someone that he/she never possessed.
Forget it. Ditch this bullshit. I'd just be me. I'd party when I want to. I don't need such annual crap. And then there's the New Year, which comes in a few days after Christmas. And the Chinese New Year, which comes in Feb.
Conclusion--Humans are party animals, not humans anymore.
-- 12/24/2007 11:32:00 PM
I have gotten a new name.
Only things of huge magnitude can shock me.
And it so happens that my luck has increased and became so good I can get shot in the head and still survive.
Who in the world would have as much luck as me to win like millions overnight?
It's like a dream come true!
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3. SEX: ___________________________________
4. AGE: __________________________________
5. MARITAL STATUS: _______________________
6. OCCUPATION: __________________________
7. E-MAIL ADDRESS: _______________________
8. TELEPHONE NUMBER: ___________________
9. CITY: ___________________________________
14. STATE: _______________________________
15. COUNTRY___________________________
On behalf of the Board, kindly accept our warmest congratulations..
Regards,
Mrs Rasabell Crawford
British Promotion 2007
Therefore, I've been renamed, WINNER.
And I got yet another one, telling me that I've gotten 11.5million USD.
FROM: MR HASSAN AHMED.
AUDITING / ACCOUNTING DIRECTOR
INTERNATIONAL BANK OF AFRICA(IBA/BOA)
BURKINA-FASO WEST AFRICA.
My dear I am contacting you in regards to a business transfer of a huge sum of money from a deceased account. Though I know that a transaction of this magnitude will make anyone apprehensive and worried, but I am assuring you that all will be well at the end of the day. I decided to contact you due to the urgency of this transaction.
PROPOSITION; I discovered an abandant sum of $11.5M(Eleven Million Five Hundred thousand United states Dollars) in an account that belongs to one of our foreign customers who died along with his entire family. Since his death, none of his next-of-kin or relations has come forward to lay claims to this money as the heir. I cannot release the fund from his account unless someone applies for claim as the next-of-kin to the deceased as indicated in our banking guidelines. Upon
this discovery, I now seek your permission to have you stand as a next of kin to the deceased as all documentations will be carefully worked out by me for the funds $11.5M(Eleven Million Five Hundred thousand United states Dollars) to be released in your favour as the beneficiary's next of kin.It may interest you to note that I have secured from the probate an order of madamus to locate any of deceased beneficiaries.
Please acknowledge receipt of this message in acceptance of my mutual business endeavour by
furnishing me with the following;
1. Your Full Names and Address.
2. Direct Telephone and Fax numbers.
These requirements will enable me file a letter of claim to the appropriate departments for necessary approvals in your favour before the transfer can be made. I shall be compensating you with $4.6 Million Dollars on final conclusion of this project, while the rest $6.9Million shall be for me. Your share stays with you while the rest shall be for me for investment purposes in your
country.
If this proposal is acceptable by you, do not take undue advantage of the trust I have bestowed in you, I await your urgent email.
Regards,
Your;s faithfully,
MR HASSAN AHMED
(Bill and exchange manager)
BANK OF AFRICA (BOA).
Yea mann, hi, BOA. Pop singer seh.
So how should I reply these two emails? They are definitely not scammers, since scammers certainly won't say that they are giving out money. Face it, which scammer would use money to lure you over? I mean, even the most foolish of scammers won't try using money to cheat you. After all, who gets cheated by such ludicrous deals?
So how should I unlock my fortune? Send over 1k SGD and hope that they would finish their admin stuff and send over all the money?
Yea. I know I won't get scammed this way. Who gets scammed this way anyway, I wonder.
Oh forget it. Allan Lui added me on facebook. I'm still contemplating whether to accept his invite or give a slap on his face by rejecting his arse.
I don't even know him. I shan't bother with him then.
Can't be bothered with facebook anyway. So many applications, it might as well become a game website.
And no online game can win Runescape. So screw it, and take ur facebook nonsense and shove it.
Allan Lui has yet to reply my email on whether I know him or not.
Oh this reminds me of the Golden-assed monkey I met while on my way home. This guy dyed his hair gold. And spiked it. How totally original and cool. I mean, if I were to walk down Orchard Road, I definitely won't see any homo-sapiens walking around with a head that resembles that of our long-ago ancestors ass. For the slow, learn and master sarcasm before talking and asking me questions.
And I'm quite sure he's around me shoulder height, very round and fat, and trying to kick the soccer ball. I won't be sure of what he's kicking though, his feet looks like balls to me. He is that fat.
Perhaps I'd diao him back if not for his friend. His friend looks much fitter, though skinnier. And taller than that fatso, though he isn't much of a standard to compare against. I had nothing to say to them, except that they can go join the zoo and pass off as animals. Or monkeys for this matter.
Why dye your hair? What's the point in wasting money on colours? What if their girlfriend is colourblind, and can't even differentiate between dick and pencil? What difference does the colour make anyway? I remember that colours are defined by the...light waves? Whatever you call that. I'm not ashamed to show off the fact that I don't take physics. Either way it's a waste of time, dying your hair.
If you are old and your hair is white and in an attempt to make yourself look younger and livelier, I understand. I can empathize with you. But not when you're young, and want to look like some gangster. Or stupid, for this matter.
Screw you man. No one cares about that mess of ugly grass on your head that you call 'hair'. There are stuff called leg hair, pubic hair, facial hair. Overflow in the others, but no, not your facial and head hair. It looks stupid. It doesn't even look good. Just shave, spend $10 and you come out looking infinitely better. Or you can go to the NS barber shop. $2 only. It's that simple.
So why colour your hair? It isn't even cool anymore, since everyone is doing that.
Can you fuck yourself with your baboon's-ass-on-your-head?
Yes? You are schizophrenic.
No? You are right, but that doesn't stop you from being stupid.
So ditch this bullshit, get yourself normal once more. And grow up.
-- 12/24/2007 04:43:00 PM
Scammer.
And my computer's anti-virus program subscription ended.
So I'm left without an anti-virus program in the computer. Or at least it won't update. And that'd make it obsolete, and stupid.
So I was trying to find any random anti-virus program on the net, and download it. Of course, it must be free. I mean, if paying need to be done, I'd rather pay for porn, and no clever/sane person would ever pay for porn. Why pay when you can get it free?
So of course, the option of paying for anti-virus is not an option at all.
So what now? Go around searching for anti-virus programs which won't work, or are just viruses themselves?
Enlighten me.
I was at download.com searching for anti-virus programs. And I found one, which turned out to be rather much of a scammer.
I downloaded it, and obviously installed it.
After an enormous update, I set it scanning for viruses. It found a shitload of those codes, but no, I cannot remove them unless I pay. And like I said, I'd rather pay for porn than pay for such shitty programs that's designed to remove even more shit from my computer. Does it have a grudge against itself? Must it remove its own species? For the slow, I'm talking about shit (anti-virus program) removing shit (viruses).
So I got damn pissed and smashed through my computer monitor and CPU. I got electrocuted along the way but it's all good.
That deleted the stupid shitty bunch of codes that constituted to its existence in this already stupid world, and already bug love-making bed my computer has become.
Thanks for nothing, pile of shitcodes.
Oh and the set up for a beggar company in Runescape is already in place. Kaisheng and I each have our own begging account.
It IS fun to see the higher-lvled scurrying away and trying to lead us to our deaths. Like bringing me to the Dark wizards, in which only Death would meet me. Man, I can't believe such stupid bastards can breathe.
Breathing is a sophisticated art of life, in which only the build-up of carbon dioxide brings forth the action of exhaling and inhaling.
Such stupid bastards can't have clever bodies, so they most probably are bed-ridden, using life-support machines and systems only to have their senseless existence prolonged for a few days.
And being stupid, they spend those few days playing Runescape, pissing off and trying to kill beggars.
If they know about karma, they'd think twice before acting. If you really hate the beggar that's pestering you, well then just don't care about him/her! It requires only a bit of their paralyzed brain, but no, their retardicity just keeps them going stupid. Their ailment is not that of the one that's within their bodies, but the one with their parents.
They can't have had much family upbringing if they'd rather indulge in such sadistic pleasure as seeing people die due to their evil deed.
But then again it sure is fun to attack them and pelt them with snowballs and pester them for 'free money'. I mean, irritating people and getting them irritated is fun. If it's done with a purpose, and with a motive, and the deed is complete, the sense of satisfaction would remain within the achiever for a long time.
Please, drop the pretence. Stop hiding your smirk when you succeeded in suan-ing your enemy and making her cry.
Why'd I presume that it'd be a her? Because guys don't cry in the public due to words, simple.
'Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words may never hurt me.'
Or something along those lines, I'm no E.lit student.
What about C.lit? Oops, I didn't mean it as clit, I am sorry.
I remember I was supposed to be pissed over something. Ah well. Can't recall what exactly am I pissed over, and what could possibly have resulted in a pissed-over Alastair, since I get pissed over the slightest of things.
Oh yea. A change of blogskin. It isn't even skin, but since it's supposedly a term coined uniquely for bloggers, I'd just leave it be then. So I chose this simple skin. I moulted. I have became the ugly moth everyone loves.
Congratulate me on my makeover. The change of html coding is certainly commendable, and my ability to manipulate the html codings is certainly one to be lauded.
-- 12/24/2007 01:28:00 AM
Soccer siol.
Why did he suddenly appear for the briefing though?
He has enough red underwears already. Dang. Spoilt the mood.
Ah well. The briefing wasn't much useful. But at least got.
Then we played soccer, 4v4. And I busted my foot once more, tearing off the scab of the already-healing blisters. And had abrasion on my right.
Must have been too careless when tackling.
Fun, nonetheless.
Was walking home from Compass Point when I realized that the one thing I've been living for the past year doesn't care about whether I'm ok not.
But then again I should have gotten used to the fact that my heart no longer beats for me, and I no longer think for myself.
Never mind.
I remember I was supposed to be pissed over something.
Oh yea.
Some noob miner. Told me to go away, and even to '**** off'. How amusing.
If he cannot tahan the competition in Runescape, THEN FUCKING DON'T.
We have no need for such losers even in the world, much less Runescape.
Tuition was fun, too. Fun because I managed to absorb even though I'm like one of the newer guys.
Man. I'm a genius.
Needless to say.
6pointer, here.
Boss, INNI.
Inni means here in Malay by the way.
Or at least that's what I think.
Oh yea...
Something I should be damn pissed about.
Ani-haven.net
It still doesn't have DGM 61. Arts central has already broadcasted episode 61!
What the fish are they doing. SUB FASTER ALREADY.
And 62 would come out like later. 63 tomorrow.
And then the ani-haven website would become totally obsolete, because I only download DGM there. If arts central chooses to broadcast DGM that fast, there's no need to go to ani-haven at all.
Screw you. I did want a copy of the anime in my computer, just to show that I have memory space for that.
Oh ya. By the way. I won't bother appearing online on MSN. If you read this, then you know what to do if I'm missing for a long time.
Why?
I no longer can face the humans.
I need time-out.
I want to be more anti-social, as friends are one thing I don't need...
Yea right.
-- 12/20/2007 01:19:00 AM
A $10 hair cut
Why go for haircuts when you're going to leave everything in place and still look just as ugly?
It's a bloody waste of money. The money could've been used to feed me instead, but no, you just have to waste 10bucks cutting NOTHING.
I was at Okinawa or something just now, queuing up for a haircut.
Then there's this Montford turd-face waiting also. He was earlier than me, and watching him tell the cutter what to do was one big mistake.
He wanted to keep this, keep that, cut a bit here and there, blah blah.
What does he want?? Is he trying to waste his $10 just to spite the aunty: 'Hey, I'm spending money to cut nothing, haha.'
You know what? Big deal. Take your money and shove it.
There used to be a joke that females take a much longer time asking the hairstylist, or cutter, what to do with their useless deadweight called, hair.
'Haircut?'
'Uh, I want this, that, blah blah'
'...ok'
Juxtaposed with a guy's answer, which would be monosyllabic 'Yea.'
What's the world coming to? Guys don't need ugly hair covering their faces.
'Oh! Look at me! I got hair covering my face! I AM SO HANDSOME! I am so handsome that I need hair to cover my face!'
Eat your own bullshit, you piece of crap.
If you are really that handsome, you won't need stupid things like 'hair' covering your face.
If you need them to look good, you most probably do the 'I'm covering my face because I look best unseen' kind of thing.
You know what was the worst thing? When that Montford guy stood up, he turned around, looked at me, and gave a rather condescending smile.
What, I lost to you in terms of ugliness? Great job, I wasn't even trying.
Throw away your hair, and grow some brains instead of hair.
It'd be better if he looks good with long hair. At least I won't be blogging about him.
BUT NO!
He looks like some faggot with that hairstyle. His face was brown, spectacles black, hair's black.
What's there to look at? His skin? His non-prominent facial features?
Yea I guess that made him handsome.
Some people look good with long hair, that I agree. But this guy should give up on that iFea.
Why? He won't look good in anything, and so he can start saving money by getting a shorter haircut. At least it'd be value for money.
As for me, the cutter exclaimed her shock at how long it has been since I cut. Which was definitely at least 3months.
Save money.
Now my head's lighter.
I know I'm not handsome. I won't try to be. Instead, I'd show off to the whole world that this walking disaster, is still walking.
So what if I'm not handsome? At least my friends won't walk out of me if I somehow get disfigured, as there was never much of a shape to begin with.
Here's an iFea, take your looks and shove it.
At least I know where I'm walking to. I won't end up banging some poles or signboards due to visual-obstruction.
Oh, I know what to be next time. I can become a hairstylist. A professional one at that. And I don't have to be professional at all.
It's a simple job, really.
Just fake to the boys that keeping the hair would be best for them. Then cut a wee bit here and there, and call it a day.
It'd be wise to charge them $100 each time they come. No, I don't mean ejaculate, though they might, in their excitement of the thoughts that they'd get laid that night, not knowing that they'd soon become walking Sadakos. I guess the cat shouldn't be too happy, now that there are so many of it around.
Man, I'm a genius. I can seriously earn big bucks this way.
Face it--hairstylists are just slackers who cut a bit here, perm/gel, call it a day, and eat huge amounts of money.
Cutters are just people who...shave the heads of people.
That Montford guy won't be reading this, because he most probably can't. Why?
He's a Sadako, and won't be able to read. Hair covering his eyes, not bothering to cut...I guess even the most retarded of all would be able to cross the 2 iFeas together and get what I'm trying to say.
Grow up.
-- 12/19/2007 01:25:00 AM
a call for her.
I'm getting tired of all this crap.
Calling you doesn't seem to have much of a difference.
I can already predict what your reaction would be if I call you again.
'Can you stop calling me? Very irritating.'
Followed by the driiaaang sound that my handphone would give when the call ends.
Besides, this call proved to be rather traumatic. I mean. After hearing the 'driiaaang', I practically stoned there in my room looking out into the night sky, holding onto the window grills for support. I know I needed to get out of the room before I get crushed by my own inertia. But then again I needed to calm myself down, and make sure that my voice doesn't sound weird in any way. I don't need to be comforted or anything by anyone face to face. It'd just make me feel even more useless.
Thanks for nothing.
I'm retarded, but not stupid.
I'm afflicted with this retardation--that of liking you.
But I'm not stupid enough to think that things would suddenly turn out right.
But yet I'm foolish enough to even try and see into the future, to speculate whether 10years down the road, I'd be with you not.
But then again, deep down, I know it's impossible. Yet the hopeful bubble remains.
Please, burst it. It needs some bursting. I'd get over it sooner than you expect.
But. But you won't. And I'm supposed to live with this bubble for the rest of my life, or at least until it bursts by itself.
I don't see a future with this curse ending early.
Which reminds me--my MSN is a mood-detector. It somehow detected my mood and switched itself off. Tio DC.
I guess I should be touched by its gesture of concern.
But I'm not. Was rather pissed. Get your big feet into my small shoes and think while blisters form--would I want my MSN to conk up on me when I'm rather much perturbed?
The answer is apparent.
I'm tired, I want to sleep, I want an answer from you!
Dammit.
Describing me as confused is an understatement.
You know, seriously, even Mrs Oh noticed my lack of desire for studying.
And the report book says it all.
All the student profiling.
Out of the 9, 7came in with 'needs improvement on his attitude'.
The 8th was a poem, written by the ever-understanding Lim-wong. And it said about how she placed high hopes of me and ended up crying because I CMI.
Thanks for nothing.
The last one was English.
I wonder why Mdm Jasmine didn't mark me down or something.
Wait. Lemme refer.
Wait. The report book is missing. Never mind.
Moral of the story? Give me an answer. And I'd get a life.
Oh, by the way. You people who've got nothing to do with the above mentioned shouldn't have read the above.
Oops. I guess it still isn't too late.
And I know that humans won't click on links or copy them and paste them to search for, but I'm going to do so anyway, in the hopes of someone getting infected and liking that song.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6qaDBKmLpL0
But then again I must be joking and dreaming.
Forget it.
-- 12/18/2007 12:45:00 AM
The Star Awards is unwatchable.
Upon witnessing the Mr. Handsome MingDao's perfect hosting and mock-thoughtful voice, I know I had enough.
I can't watch anymore.
Why?
He's just too handsome for me to take. Not.
It's an insult to put Chen Li Ping beside him, hand-in-hand.
Now all the non-existent MingDao fans would go gaga at the above statement, since they'd all be thinking that CLP is so ugly, fat, blahblah as compared to the gayshit.
But you know something?
Screw you.
CLP can act. GS cant. CLP can host. I think. But GS cant.
So GS should just go home and sleep. Or even eat shit.
But then again he isn't even worth shit.
I got damn pissed with GS being handsome and well-loved and all, and I knew what I needed.
I needed to make more GS. How?
I took a dump.
Out of frustration at the fans blind love for the GS, my shit got stuck in my forest of arse-hair.
This made me even more fed-up, and I plucked some arse-hair out in a blind fit of rage.
That hurts.
Damn, acting is acting, hosting is hosting, giving out prizes just requires you to give out prizes!
Can't he discern between the 3? Call himself an artiste. He can eat my shit and arse-hair.
Let's see what I'd rather do than watch GS' shows..
1: Eat my vomit
2: Pluck out my arse-hair
3: I guess nothing's worse than plucking out arse-hair.
Wow. He really is THAT detestable.
There's only one thing that's worse than him.
His fans.
I shan't refer to them as 'humans', I'd rather refer to them as 'stamped-eyeballs'.
What do they see in him?
He handsome meh? I think my shit is better-looking. Well, my shit tends to have a head, facial features, a torso, limbs, and a huge penis.
Does he have all that? Especially the last part?
If he doesn't, then he should just shut up and eat my shit in the hopes of suddenly growing the above mentioned humane features.
As I was saying, I knew the one thing I needed from getting imploded by just looking at his retarded face was a cold shower. Which I took.
Fortunately for me, I survived.
SORRY. If even the Mickey Mouse curse mail fails to kill me, I don't think a mere MingDao can. Though they both start with M, Mickey is certainly much scarier and good-looking.
Damn. And 5566 came also. With all these shitty characters giving out prizes at the Star Awards totally disgusts me. I can't watch the show anymore--it has been totally degraded by these people.
I don't mind Show, but I have a bone to pick with the other artistes.
And Show can't clean the already tainted image I have of this Star Awards.
Screw it.
Thanks for coming, all the GS, I certainly appreciated it.
I wonder if I have friends who loves the GS and came here to piss at my tagboard.
*GS = Gay Shits. If you needed this hint, you should boycott my blog because I most probably would get so incomprehensible that you'd get exasperated and bang your own head against the wall or something. I don't want people to write my blog URL as an excuse for suicide, I don't need public hatred.
Wait. Consider this blog's traffic. Forget what I just said.
By the way, if the Star Awards get faggots such as 5566, 183 club, and such gay shit boybands, I won't hesitate to boycott the entire program.
And even the entire Mediacorp.
Why? For just inviting such people to even 'grace' the occasion. It's an insult to Singapore land for them to just set foot on.
Yucks. I'm breathing in the same air as them.
Just that thought disgusts me.
Eeyer. And the thought that fellow Singaporeans are actually idolizing such people, it just curdles my blood.
Remove the stamp from your eyelids, and perhaps you'd be able to see past their exterior and appreciate just how bastardly they are inside.
By the way, the title for this post is 'The Star Awards is unwatchable.'
-- 12/16/2007 08:15:00 PM
Post-Runescapae banning.
Wow, Runescape certainly is much cleaner than before.
I like.
Definitely fewer people advertising sites for the illegal sale of Runescape gp.
Haven't seen any, to be exact.
How nice.
And without the lvl3 army of bots kouping the yew trees, yew tree cutting certainly sped up.
Yew logs are worth 423gp each now. How healthy.
Oh. There's no one to talk to on MSN. Everyone died. Everyone except SPLEAK, which is a bot.
I guess that's a warning that one day, bots would own Runescape.
Oh dear.
Oh. I had 15hrs of sleep. No wonder I'm energy-packed.
And I love caressing that blister, it's just nice. Don't know why.
-- 12/16/2007 03:00:00 AM
After chalet 07
Ok so I came back from the chalet.
I think all parties and chalets would have the same kind of people.
You know, like, in a class, there'd be several kinds of humans.
In a school, the proportion is most likely the same.
The same goes for parties and chalets.
There'd be cliques within the party, individual loud characters, and individual quiet characters, and some slightly tyrannic people.
In a Cat High N(L) chalet you'd most probably find 2-6humans playing the rubix cube, or their PSPs.
During travel time, it'd be a 3-4-2-1 formation. Or something of that nature, with the middle swelled with people who're discussing the rubix/PSPs.
Then the last guy would be a loner. Or the suicidal one, waiting for ghosts to prey on him.
Wow. Sounds like me.
Oh wait that IS me.
There are people who liven up the party. There are dampeners. There are people who chip in. There are people who are simply ignored. Dang.
And the chalet isn't as fun as last year I guess. I loved the midnight cycling trip. Which was lacking. I don't exactly enjoy stoning in the room surrounded by people.
And being part of the SPCS isn't something to be proud of. Dang.
YC did many stuff.
He treated clown fishes as horses, keesiao as KIAO, and founded the SPCS.
Yea man, totally befitting of his rank as our ASM.
And WWW got a lot of bikini babes.
And WX's hand damn nice to hold.
And humans can survive without sleep.
And GSC is good at talking.
And street soccer is blisterous.
And I should be sleepy but I'm not.
And having urges to call people in the dead of the night isn't healthy.
And I'm not healthy.
Yea man.
-- 12/14/2007 08:38:00 PM
Magical sword, Silverlight.
Kris Coe: Tht sword is ****
Kris Coe: U need better
Me: And so is ur face
That was a snippet of a rather infuriating conversation with a pile of bat droppings whose username in Runescape is Kris Coe. That part was obvious.
Bastard, if he doesn't know the true prowess of the Silverlight, he doesn't know anything about Runescape.
http://runehq.com/RHQItemView.php?id=0942
There you go. I think I last longer in combat with demons using Silverlight as compared with my late Rune Scimitar.
Damn, the mere thought makes my heart-egg.
As you all don't know, Runescape made a startling change. PK-ing is only limited to a certain area. I went to play there just now and killed someone. Picked up her Rune armour and food and stuff.
Good?
No. Big mistake. The moment I stepped forward to pick up those stuff, I got identified as the one who got the kill. I was swarmed. I had to wait 180seconds before I can get out of the place.
I don't have the luxury of that, I mean, it's 3minutes of hacking (me) with several lvl98s.
So I died. I dropped my Rune Scimitar, along with my victim's stuff.
I think this cycle would repeat. You know, like, after I die, they start fighting each other for the stuff I dropped, and then after the next victim goes, another one is selected, and blah blah.
Oh, I lost 8K+ too. Dropped my dragon hide stuff. Quite worthless anyway.
Just the loss of my Rune Scimitar makes my heart-egg. I mean, it's been with me since time immemorial. The loss is quite a blow. Ah well.
Oh yea. Chalet later. All the people offline le. No doubt resting for later on. What am I doing?
And I haven't packed my stuff yet. And this and that.
Oh. Lvl99 in Runescape le. Lvled up my def to 79.
BIG DEAL.
do.
-- 12/11/2007 09:30:00 PM
Bobby Yong's news.
I've never hated him nor liked him much.
But this sudden piece of news could serve as a wake up call for N(L).
The birds-and-stone policy, diplomacy, and all those he just taught us during the briefing won't be wasted.
We know what need to be done now.
Come to think of it we can try petition against the Principal's decision.
After all, Mr. Lee hasn't served Cat High as long as him.
Who is he to judge him?
Dang. I like the briefing. The first and last of this kind though.
Ah well. Sad.
Oh. I found out how to cut down on the computer usage time.
Play and blog at the same time. But note that only retarded games like Battleon can be played along with blogging. I can click on the 'Attack' button and type here without the need to even look through the retarded animations Battleon calls 'attacks'.
Damn. Why am I even playing it?
-- 12/11/2007 03:09:00 AM
I SURVIVED PART ONE
Ok guys so the mere fact that I can still carry on blogging is proof that the curse mail does not work.
Let's examine the 2 scenarios, that of what would happen if it works, and if it doesn't.
If the curse is truly present, and the Mickey Mouse would go around poking human eyes with a fork and slashing arteries with a knife, then a lot of people would have been killed by 'allanlui'. As mentioned, he would have single-handedly wiped out 25+ human beings. How evil.
If the curse is a fake, what is highlighted? Stupidity? Selfishness? Or both?
I'm not trying to be cynical, or a misanthropist. They mean the same anyway.
I'm just stating the facts. Selfish and stupid people are always around.
These people don't deserve to live.
Yet taking away these people's lives would be tantamount to wiping out nearly the entire human population.
So what now?
Which would you prefer, that of a world with many walking idiots?
Or that of lifelessness?
Your choice.
Another question.
If I actually died, who is the actual killer? Mickey Mouse? Allan Lui? The cowardly instinct in life? Myself for being stupid and not bothering to save my own skin?
Tell me.
Man, this reminds me of 'One Last Dance'. Ok I didn't actually watch the show, but I can distinctly recall the question asked.
So who is the killer? The one who pulls the trigger, or the one who writes the letter?
Food for thought.
But don't become a psycho please. We have enough of those running amok, thanks.
Oh by the way, I only just deleted the email. I guess perhaps deleting the email would aggravate the already precarious condition I am already in. Let's see if I die in my sleep, or tomorrow, 12.00am.
And one more thing. Even if Mickey Mouse kills me, he can't 'hide me under the bed' or in my bedroom cupboard.
Why?
For a reason simple enough--I don't have an actual bed. It's actually just a thick mattress on top of another thick mattress. Come on, let's just see you try stuffing me under the bed.
And, I don't actually have a cupboard. Or at least it's too small for me.
I doubt Mickey Mouse can even carry me. I'm 65kg? And most probably heavier, since holidays are given to us to gain weight.
Damn. I hate people. Grow up.
-- 12/10/2007 01:55:00 AM
Mickey Mouse chainmail.
The post title is 'Mickey Mouse chainmail'.
You know, sometimes I really hate my name. Alastair. It starts with 'A' as can be seen. 'A' is like the first alphabet. And humans are lazy and stupid and normally don't bother thinking before sending chainmails.
Being stupid, they send chainmails. Being lazy, they send chainmail to the first few people in their contact list.
Thanks, I seriously need chainmails to brighten up my day. I need the curse of Mickey Mouse.
This is the crap I get in my email:
THIS EMAIL HAS BEEN CURSED ONCE OPENED YOU MUST SEND IT.
You are now cursed. You must send this on or you will be killed. Tonight at
12:00am, by Mickey Mouse. This is no joke. So don't think you can quickly
get out of it and delete it now because Mickey Mouse will come to you if you
do not send this on. He will slit your throat and your wrists and pull your
eyeballs out with a fork. And then hang your dead corpse in your bedroom
cupboard or put you under your bed. What's your parents going to do when
they find you dead? Won't be funny then, will it? Don't think this is a fake
and it's all put on to scare you because your wrong, so very wrong. Want to
hear of some of the sad, sad people who lost their lives or have been
seriously hurt by this email?
CASE ONE -
Annalise Richmond :She got this email. Rubbish she thought. She deleted it.
And now, Annalise dead.
CASE TWO -
LouiseWhitefield: She sent this to only 4 people and when she woke up in the
morning her wrists had deep lacerations on each. Luckily there was no pain
felt, though she is scarred for life.
CASE THREE -
Thomas Crowley: He sent this to 5 people. Big mistake. The night Thomas was
lying in his bed watching T.V. The clock shows '12:01am'. The T.V
misteriously flickered off and Thomas's bedroom lamp flashed on and off
several times. It went pitch black, Thomas looked to the left of him and
there he was, Mickey Mouse standing in white rags. Blood everywhere with a
knife in his hand then disappeared. The biggest fright of Thomas's life.
Warning... NEVER look in a mirror and repeat -'Mickey Mouse.Mickey Mouse.'
Mickey Mouse... I KILLED YOUR SON' Is it the end for you tonight! YOU ARE
NOW CURSED We strongly advise you to send this email on. It is seriously NO
JOKE. We don't want to see another life wasted. ITS YOUR CHOICE... WANNA DIE
TONIGHT? If you send this email to...
NO PEOPLE - Your going to die.
1-5 PEOPLE - Your going to either get hurt or get the biggest fright of your
life.
5-15 PEOPLE - You will bring your family bad luck and someone close to you
will die.
15 -25 OR MORE PEOPLE - You are safe from Mickey Mouse
** DO NOT FORWARD COPY AND PASTE. RENAME THE SUBJECT ' Mickey Mouse'
Know something? Even I am scared.
I'm cursed by an email.
This guy is seriously stupid. I'm talking about the sender. The instruction given was to 'RENAME THE SUBJECT 'Mickey Mouse''
Yea, that he did. Oh wait, he didn't. He simply left the subject nameless.
Now you know who to blame if this guy 'allanlui' dies.
His stupidity.
Let's say that this curse is very powerful, and the moment I sleep would be the moment I stop breathing.
Yea? So obviously I have to follow every instruction given to me to avert this impending disaster, since the world consists of only me and chainmails, and that passing this chainmail on to others and cursing them would save my own skin. I mean, what's 25lives compared to mine? I'm the only person fit to live on Earth, the 25victims I curse can all die for all I care. Their deaths would somehow indirectly cause the population to decrease, and so electricity bills would become cheaper, allowing me to play Runescape 24/7 at a cheaper rate.
Yet this idiot chose to leave the subject matter EMPTY. Oh no, he's going to die! Someone save him and his stupidity please!
As if someone this stupid deserves to live.
K let's move on from the subject matter to the email itself.
Hmm...crap. I'm going to die at 12.00am tonight. Sorry, my information above was wrong--I will not die the moment I sleep, I would meet my maker when the clock strikes twalfth.
Man, what a gruesome way to die, getting killed by Mickey Mouse!
As according to the email...
He will slit my throat and wrists and pull my eyeballs out with a fork. And then hang my dead corpse in my bedroom cupboard or put me under my bed. What'd my parents do when they find me dead? It won't be funny then, will it? So I cannot think that this is a fake and that it's all put on to scare my because I am wrong, so very wrong.
I must save my own skin and help kill the others, and they would end up like the cases below.
Oh wait. What a weird name, Annalise Richmond.
I certainly will anal all who spam me with such chainmails.
Oh wait, they're not worthy of my time. (So..why'm I typing this?)
Oh, she died. This means that clever people die young. There are Chinese sayings that goes like that too, stuff like '英年早逝,天嫉英才'
Damn. This means I'm going to die young. Screw it.
And I wanted to anal Annalise Richmond.
CASE TWO
Deep lacerations on each wrist, and she won't die nor feel pain.
Great job.
CASE THREE
Man this is getting so comical I can't go on anymore for case three.
Wow. I didn't know Mickey Mouse had a son. So he screwed Minnie?
Great job.
And you can see the number of humans I need to send this curse to if not death awaits.
I shan't deign to point out the fact that '1-5 PEOPLE' has 2 effects, and that case 2 and 3 sent almost the same amount of email.
Oh wait. I just did.
Such curse mails simply shows the level of maturity the starter and the victims have. By victims, I mean the people who do pass it on.
Hey, grow up kiddo. I don't need such stuff choking my inbox.
I won't mind those mails that pass on a certain religion or faith, because it's in goodwill that the friend sent them in. But I won't carry on those because, well, I'm not into religion.
This email sent is definitely a malicious act, aimed at giving me nightmares and not sleeping for fear of the treat Mickey Mouse has for me.
I strongly urge you readers to show how stupid you are by sending such stuff on.
Man. I hate allanlui. I don't even know him, he's my cousin's friend or something, and he spams me with such curses.
This reminds me of Sadako. No, I don't mean the cat prowling around in my tagboard.
I meant the one in the video tapes.
What, you have to show the video to 4humans, and you'd be safe and not die from Sadako's evil 'climb-out-of-the-TV' stint.
Saving the 4humans would mean a16humans afflicted with the curse. And you just have to multiply by 4 each time.
As everyone knows, humans are the most selfish bunch of living things alive on Earth. Tracing back to the origin of the line would be simple.
There's only need for one human to be involved. Saving his skin, he would pass it on to 4 people, thinking that 4humans missing from the world would definitely not be as substantial a loss as his own life.
Little did he think that the 4humans would think the same way, and they would pass on the video to 4 more humans each.
There you go. The power of 4.
This curse mail is the power of 16.
Imagine the damage it would cost if it's real.
1*16*16*16*16*16*16...
A lot of humans would die.
And it's not that hard to see that it's the first guy's fault.
Being a selfless person, I decided that I shan't harm anymore humans with selfish acts like that.
I will die, for the *16 more people who would die if I did send this curse on my contacts.
I am such a great magnanimous man.
Now you humans don't have to fear anything. This blog post is not an email and the curse would not be in place since...well the first sentence of the email explains it all.
Hmm. Perhaps I should come up with a blog curse. It'd go something like this:
THIS SITE HAS BEEN CURSED ONCE YOU ENTER YOU MUST TAG.
You are now cursed. You must tag or you will be killed. Tonight at 12.00am, by Barney. This is no joke. So don't think you can quickly get out of it and delete it now because Barney will come to you if you do not tag. He will slit your throat and your wrists and pull your eyeballs out with a fork. And then hang your dead corpse in your bedroom cupboard or put you under your bed. What's your parents going to do when they find you dead? Won't be funy then, will it? Don't think this is a fake and it's all put on to scare you because you are wrong, so very wrong. Want to hear some of the sad people who lost their lives or had been seriously hurt by this cursed blog?
CASE ONE -
Analized RichHuman: She got to this site. Rubbish, she thought. She closed the window, and went back for more anal sex.
And now, Analized is dead.
CASE TWO -
LewisTheBear: He tagged crap, and when he woke up in the morning, he was turned into a woman. Luckily he became a complete she, and can conceive, though that's not what he/she wanted in the first place.
CASE THREE -
Arystar Krory: He spammed. Big mistake. The night Thomas was lying in his bed watching television, waiting for sex, when the clock cuckoo-ed 12.01am. Weird. Clocks don't cuckoo at 12.01am.
Something is wrong, and the television 'misteriously' flickered off, and the bedroom lamp flashed on and off several times. It went pitch black, and Thomas look below. There it was, Barney. Arystar Krory was riding Barney! He could not take Barney's urge, and fainted after several thrusts.
Warning...NEVER look in a mirror and repeat -'Barney, Barney, Barney...I WANT TO RIDE YOU!'
Barney would appear in the mirror and stare at you as you pee. Turn around, there's nothing around you. Nothing but the mirror reflection.
Don't sleep. If you do...refer to case three.
So now you must tag. Tag seriously. I don't know what does serious mean. But just heck it and fucking tag.
Freaked out yet?
-- 12/09/2007 12:58:00 AM
First...quiz?
I got nothing to blog about. Nothing angsty today I guess. Anyway it's already 4.31am. Morning people.
K let's try doing a quiz.
1. Do the following without complaint.
2. Choose 5 people to do this after you complete yours.
3. Leave a tag on the person's tagboard saying he/she has been tagged.
4. Start your post with: I have been tagged!
5. No I'm not doing the above.
Favourites
Colour/s: Colour blind.
Food: The edible kind
Movie: Orange Candy
Sport: Couch Potato
Day: Stupid question I won't answer this. Oh wait I just did.
Season: Wet monsoon season.
Ice-cream: Sensitive teeth+rheumatism=no ice-cweam.
Current
Mood: Horny?
Clothes: Naked? Why are you so interested? Screw you.
Desktop: The one I'm using to type this bullshit lah duh.
Time: refer above you blind fool.
Surrounding: Air.
Annoyance: Humans.
Firsts
Best Friend:
Movie:
Crush:
Lie:
Music:
To the above: How to recall?
Lasts
Drink: Milo.
Car Ride: Woohoo! I wish to ride a car!
Crush: Paper.
CD Played: Play with a CD?
Have You
Ever dated one of your best friends: I'm gay.
Broken the law: Always.
Been arrested: Once.
Been on TV: I guess?
Kissed someone you don't know: How should I know what I did when I'm a wee bundle of joy?
Randoms
5 things you are good at: That thing, that thing again, that thing three times, four times, five times. In a day.
4 things you have done today: Refer above, minus the first or last one. Your choice.
3 things you hear right now: Arrowhead pointing up.
5 people to tag: I choose not to. I'm doing this just because I'm bored. Damn. I could've gotten a further 4k exp in Strength.
Why? Why did I choose to type this instead?
I feel that I've just spammed a post, and this post is unwarranted. I regret deeply.
But then again.
Living a life without regrets is the most regretful thing.
I guess torturing my blog once or twice is ok.
Yea man, I'm justifying my actions, thank you.
-- 12/08/2007 04:30:00 AM
7.12.07
Wow. Time flies. It's already like nearing the end of the holidays. I know I'm thinking too much, but hey, it's already like more than half gone.
Damn.
And what have I been doing all this while? Runescape, Runescape, and more Runescape.
Dang, life needed.
Oh wait I forgot my Milo. How could I?
Ok, prepared. It's steaming hot. I like it like that. Woohoo.
And of course it's saturated with Milo powder.
I received a complaint about it though. About my calculation of Milo spendings. For the sake of argument let's just put it at say 35cents. Multiplied by 4, it becomes a whooping $1.40. Then multiply it by 30. Wow, I won't divulge that heavenly figure, it's too astronomical for anyone to take. I don't need people puking blood all over their own PCs due to this figure I came up with. It's almost impossible to see this huge amount of money.
Yes.
So, let Master Lee teach you how to make yourself a good cup of Milo.
Just spam the Milo powder. Don't care. Fill your cup with Milo powder. 1/3 full please. Then pour in boiling water. Or at least DAMN HOT water.
Then stir.
Depending on your taste, choose to either drink it like that, or pour some milk in. Spam the milk and you're rather much of an ass and I shan't talk to you. I don't talk much to animals. Unless they're cats/dog/poultry. I talk to dogs and cats, telling them how deprived I am of meat. I talk to food, telling it that'd it'd be safe within my stomach food. I don't like food that resists me.
Ass? No. I'm not talking to donkeys, thank you. Oh wait, donkey meat...now that sounds fun.
Anyway. I'm facing a roadblock. Unless the roadblock somehow removes itself from my path, I'm stuck. I'm that useless. I can only walk down this path. I can't find other exits, even though there are signs that show that there'd be 'Concealed exit ahead'.
So what if you said? It's concealed. I can't find it because I'm colourblind and useless and you can't expect much from me when I don't even know what I'm talking about.
Damn. Milo makes me hot. I should sleep early. This way I can wake up earlier.
And miaow u. Don't need to suan me. I know my England no good. Dang.
Let me psyche myself into believing that I'm tired. I'm tired. All good? K.
-- 12/07/2007 02:29:00 AM
the golden compass
I didn't wake up for nothing today. Played Runescape for awhile and somehow I got damn lucky. Got 4rune meds. So happy. Virtual stuff like this virtually makes me happy I guess.
Then went to Orchard Road. Thanks for the rain, exactly what I needed for my rheumatism.
On my way, I kept thinking. Wow, all this bastards are wielding armours (shirt), and even the best helmets (earphones). Then I looked at myself and found that I pale in comparison, as always.
See, I also have my earphone. But it's sort of spoilt, with the Sony Ericsson brand missing from the right earphone. You know, the left, the right. That right. Now you got that right, let's move on to where else I pale in comparison.
Besides the starking contrast of helmets, I'm wearing slippers. The others wear shoes. Man, I suck.
Damn. I should bang my head or something, coz people like me aren't fit to life on Earth. Why? Coz I don't exploit Earth as much as the others. Man, I really need to do some soul-searching. I need to waste more money and up the sales of leathery stuff and whatever walking disaster they call 'Fashion'. I need to look like some alien. Perhaps then I'd be totally unique, like all the alien-looking stuff in the MRT. Yea man, to be unique I must wear the 'I am UNIQUE' shirt, and stare as the whole MRT compartment full of people leer at you with their own 'I am UNIQUE' shirt. Definitely.
Oh look, I just received an email from Adventurequest. That's Battleon for the ignorant people. Now don't start banging your head or something. It's ok to be ignorant. Just don't be a fool. Ah. This email is SPAM. Why? It's telling me to log in. If it told me that it somehow detected that I haven't been logging in for a long time and that I can have a 48hr login pass, perhaps the love for battleon within me would be rekindled. But until then, sorry.
Back to the point. So I guess I might have been the most common person, because no one else would wear what I wear to town. Attracting attention? Nah, it's called 'sloppiness'.
So I met up with NKS and SCZJ. Burger king, king of scammers. The 34D burger looks nice though. I mean. It looks big. Useful for the next cross-dress, if ever there is one in place.
Oh we watched the Golden Cock, I mean, The Golden Compass. The choices for us were TGC and Enchanted. The flip-coin exercise obliterated Enchanted's chances of being watched. Big mistake.
But then again fairytales always end up right and so there's no point watching them coz I might as well re-read The Little Mermaid, or Snow White and the Seven Dwarves, or just go play Runescape and hope that my life gets better than all this BS.
The only thing TGC is good is the very laughable sentence. I like it.
There are bears wearing armour. And fighting. And asking little girls 'You wish to ride me?'
Damn, I can't get enough of that. In his super husky voice, he asked the little girl that question?
Seriously, 3 words. What-the-hell. I like it very much. The whole theatre exploded in laughter. I like it. Even after a few minutes there'd be horny people who'd snigger and whisper, thinking that there conversation would go unnoticed in that exceptionally quiet scene in a quiet cinema in which everyone is simply paying rapt attention towards that scene, only to hear their whisperings ECHOING back at them 'You wish to ride me?'
Damn, that made me laugh even more. Tried to control, but then again it's damn hard. People started sniggering some more. How fun.
Man, perhaps this $8 isn't that wasted after all.
Then we found John. Whooo the star. He was unbelievably crude. I like. Man, no wonder he's my sexy.
He still plays maple though. Only lifeless people play maple. People with life plays Runescape. Hou yes, people who play games don't have lives at all. Oh wait, Runescape is not a game, it's my life! I guess that says a lot about my life.
Screwed.
We decided to bounce on the MRT. Won't bother explaining this technical marvel, leave you people to guess and grope the dust.
So bouncing would leave you with an exceptionally empty MRT compartment, right? That spells 9letters and 1 spacing--Party Time
Swinging around like monkeys, blah blah. Damn, I like. Then fooled around like it's our house, like it was cat high, like it was that way all along.
I like.
Then balik kampong. So my great headgear failed me. I hate it when I'm using it and I can only hear one side. I'd rather swallow a bucket of my own vomit then suffer this pain. I'm serious.
I don't mind gargling it either, it's all the same isn't it? From me.
Ya lor. So I had to endure something like that throughout my journey home. Can you imagine gargling your own vomit for a full 20mins? If you can't, don't get helmets.
Oh yea, I did some calculations too. Let's say a cup of Milo costs 20cents. It's home made so it's cheap. I drink 4cups. That means 80cents a day. Let's round up, just to be on the safe side.
That means I drink $31 every month. But then again, that's astronomical as compared to my computer spendings, and to your air-conditioning. What's the huge amount of energy cost needed to power the entire CBD when compared to my Milo cravings?
Man. I need to cut down on my Milo.
I need an answer, too. From no one less than you. You won't be reading this of course, by the time you know of this blog it'd have been pushed down by the future posts of mine.
Damn.
-- 12/06/2007 03:02:00 AM
Humans should be more considerate
Humans are all inconsiderate brats. They never grow up. In Runescape, one can always see the noobshits shouting the same word over and over again in the Karamja fishing spot.
Guess the word. It's used to cook stuff.
No, not oven, not stove, not any electrical appliances u crap, it's 'fire'.
They'd start spamming that word, just to let the already harassed innocent fishers know that their urge for fire is damn hot.
Dammit, can't I fish in peace? I fight demons 24/7 and when I come up for food, this is the shit I get? What-the-fish.
Of course, I'm prepared to make a fire, as always. But no matter how hard they type and what effects they use on their words, I'm not going to make a fire simply for them. They can do it themselves, I'm quite sure they learnt how to do it. Time they put their learnings to great use. If they can't do that, then just shut up and wait. It's not as if people who come prepared need to fulfill your desires, right? Damn you.
And then when I made the fire, hardly anyone thanks me for it. Of course, there's no need, since it's more for myself than for them. But they're using my fire dammit.
Oh, and there are the retards who 'sell' fires. Grow up, and perhaps you'd become really hot (like me) that there's no need for an actual fire.
Enough of the Runescape nonsense.
And dear wx u really are fickle-minded.
Ah well. Time for milo. And I'd type an email to her.
-- 12/05/2007 02:34:00 AM
I just realized how wasteful humans can get.
Are humans humane? What the hell are we doing, spending hours on end on computers, shopping malls, telephones, school, studying, work, blah blah.
It's such a great waste of resources. Isn't it weird and stupid to channel electricity to computers such that they can be switched on and the user can surf for porn and masturbate to it?
The world's getting very morally degraded. In fact, in the next 100 years, no one would know of the existence of moral values. Everyone only thinks for themselves. Oh wait, perhaps nobody would be alive by 2107, since the global conditions is such.
Electricity would not be running around anymore, wasting energy. And even if it is still in circulation it won't be available to the masses, because we only know hot to surf porn and masturbate. Or play Runescape. Whichever's worse.
Humans waste so much. After the simplest of meals they get all so worked up and sweat like pigs. Yes, pigs are slimy. That's sweat. Get used to it.
Know how I know? I just made some milo for myself. And it seems that it woohoo-ed me and worked me to a sweat-ploding state. And it's only a cup of hot milo.
Normal humans would start switching on their fans and air-conditioners, and then relax and try to cool down. Me? No way, I'm not normal. I'd simply sit down and play more Runescape.
I think all humans should die. ALL. We're not worthy of the gifts and intelligence Mother Nature bestowed upon us. If she'd known earlier that we'd destroy her with all these crap we call 'technological advances', she'd have set that pack of tigers to makan Adam and Eve, if they really were the first humans. Oh and to be on the safe side, she can also order all the lions and dinosaurs to make merry with all the monkeys and all the animals the scientists call 'relatives of men'.
And because dog is Man's best friend, kill the best friend and Man suffers. So simple.
If Mother Nature knows that I'd be typing all this out and yet be so totally apathetic, she can...crash my computer? Such that I won't be able to play like 12hrs a day.
See how scary holidays are? Damn.
Let's say that an hour's electricity bill is 30cents. Each day I'd waste $3.60
What if it's 50cents? I'd waste $6. Not to mention that that calculation was only for a day. A month has 28-31 days. Scary thought isn't it.
So perhaps I should kick the habit and do something else for a change.
Yea, well, in my dreams. I have weird dreams every night. I guess that's Nature's call, reminding/warning me not to do certain stuff.
-- 12/04/2007 01:48:00 AM