I shat in my pants.
OH WOW! It's the first second of the year 2008! I am breathing the foulest and more polluted of air. You know what? Shove the 'Happy' prefix to the 'New year' part up your arse. Get piles.
It's simply another day. What's so 'happy' about it? Oh wow, it's the first second, no wait, second, ah, third second of the new year! Oh it's past a minute now.
BIG FUCKING DEAL.
I'd like to mention that those rave parties are nothing but commercialized BS. For the humans who don't really know what does commercialize mean, here it is.
Verb
Adjective
- S: (adj) commercialized, commercialised (organized principally for financial gain) "Christmas has become a commercialized spectacle"
There you go. Only for financial gain. So really, what's the point of dumping money to these already-rich organizations? It's stupid, it's a bloody waste of time, and it's not even clever.
Humans need things and occasions to celebrate over, but the only occasion there is that needs to be celebrated is when your most hated enemy dies, or suffers a fate worse than death. And seriously, you don't need to invent stuff like 'New year' or 'Christmas' or any of those 'festive season' crap.
There are 365.25 days in a world, and we have stuff like '12days of Christmas' (I'm not exactly sure how many), 'New year', 'New year's eve', 'New year's eve's eve', 'Chinese New year', 'Chinese New year's eve', 15days of Chinese New Year celebration, etc etc.
Of course, Singapore is a multi-racial society, and so I should include events like 'Deepavali', 'Hari Raya', etc. But I'm not exactly sure what they're called so we'll leave it as such.
I have found the perfect gift for those at the rave parties right now. A finger. No, make it 2. Fuck them. What's the point. It isn't even cool, and people who go there can't be too clever, since they're basically throwing their money down the drain. Oh wait, it's not their money, it's their parents money.
Never mind. I can never understand what goes through a parent's mind. I am simply a loudmouthed, obnoxious, insensitive twat who has got nothing better to do than to type out childish nonsense to an imaginary population of readers (eg. you).
You know, I've decided that I can celebrate such festivals too. It's easy, simple, and applies the concept of 'reuse'. And another thing is, it's completely free!
Here it is.
Go shit in the toilet bowl. Heck, you can choose to shit on your partying neighbour's face if it pleases you.
After shitting, look at your wonderful masterpiece. As our principal preaches, 'Make everyday a masterpiece'. I shit everyday. Therefore I have many masterpieces. Appreciate the art in full. And wish it a 'Happy New Year!' just for the fun of it.
Also, there's an alternative. Wank in front of your neighbour, because he's most probably too busy with his mass orgy of a party. You might even join in the fun, but you should hold down your bestial instincts--it isn't wise to have sex with stupid people.
By the way, I thought the Christmas party I had was the most horrible I can have, and it epitomizes the attitude and suckiness of party. Today, on the first day of 2008, I stand corrected. I had a neighbour blaring his sucky music out loud. Damn fucking noisy. I hate noise. I wanted to shout at him for making such a racket, but I decided against it. It'd simply be a waste of energy, and I certainly won't want them to hear my husky voice. I don't want to get shoved with a microphone, and getting asked to sing.
Besides, they most probably can't understand any languages, however mutilated. The booze intoxicates them, rendering their already retarded brains more retarded, and that spoke volumes.
I hope they choke on their drool and die. Choking on drool and dying while in a conscious state
would be the most stupid of ways to die, and they deserve it.
Let's see. I shat in my pants in anticipation of the coming new year! I mean, it's one of the many annual events that mankind created for leisure, and I'm having the honour of experiencing the first second of 2008 (along with the billions of others)! WOW! Therefore, being the totally excited me, I decided to do something even crazier than attending rave parties, shouting (mutilating) songs, stripteasing (eyesore), and pole-dancing! GUESS! I AM GOING TO SHIT IN MY PANTS!
Woohoo. That's just how excited I am. The first thing I'd do in the first second of 2008, is to shit. Diarrhoea would be better though. It's more watery and can pass off as a water bomb, in which I'd use to throw at the people whom I don't like at the moment. That means the partyers, you dumb. Maybe throw at you, too. It's a great iFea. I love it.
I'm hungry. I'm supposed to sleep early. Yea. 3Am is early.
I was supposed to emo. But suddenly I realized that I can't. I can't go on anymore. Why? What why? Screw you.
Which reminds me of one thing. Let's see. Runescape's traffic rank is 366. It has like, 1.5million people on it every minute. Which makes me really wonder why youporn is ranked number 40. Just how many people are on it per minute? The mere thought gives me the creeps. And then Yahoo! is number 1. That I can understand, but why is Facebook number 7? This shows that a lot of humans are bored and waiting for something to happen to them on facebook, only to see that they are not attracting enough attention in the site, and so they give up and go back to wanking while watching porn.
Ha! I got you.
Which reminds me. My blog counter has gone gaga. I logged into the counter website, and checked. Ya what, I set it to 'Unique visitors' what. And yet whenever I refresh my page, the number increases. What are the possible explanations for this phenomenon? More humans searching for porn sites, and somehow reach my page one by one as I refresh each time?
Weird.
Never mind. I can't be bothered rectifying this problem. It can get spammed for all I care.
And I'm really addicted to Temple Guardian. I wonder why.
By the way, you can't minimize my blog and read. Unless yours is Windows vista, in which they'd give you a very small-scaled window of my original blog size, and of course you can't read shit. The correct term is 'Restore down'. Let your mouse hover over that button and you'd be enlightened.
And don't restore down my blog. Don't insult it. Muahaha. The process of reading my writings would enthrall you so much that you might as well just put down all other things at hand.
Yea.
-- 1/01/2008 02:01:00 AM
