Ooh, V-day seh.
Wow. Valentine's day! So exciting. Excuse me while I shit in my pants.
I have yet to go through yet another of this sales gimmicks day shit, but I know through past empirical observations that it'd be yet another boring day, with shit work to do. And some course shit that's going to take place in the afternoon. And an ever-depressing J8, filled with couples and groups of friends waiting for a chance to have mass orgies and group sex.
I can't help it: I'm jealous.
I always happen to have the misfortune to watch those stupid shows on how the lead character somehow manages to catch up with the female character before she takes the plain flight off to some remote place to work as a prostitute for a few years. It's always the male chasing and running, never the female.
Then they end up happily ever after, with all the sex and children, then comes up with shit 'values' like 'Never give up in the face of love'. Or something along those shit. I have nothing to say to the makers of such films.
I know that those stories aren't meant for me to watch. Those stories can never become true, there's no point dwelling in shit, and porn is certainly much more exciting.
Do me a favour: Choke already.
So, back to another boring day of Alastair's life, except that it's boring of a different severity. I remember waiting for KWK last year, and we sorta went home together. It's quite gay, and my friends didn't cut down on that comment; thanks. But never mind. This year would be different.
I have my special someone, in the form of an MP3. I chucked in all the songs I could find in my computer. Not a lot, but never mind. It's supposed to last me through the walk through J8, where 'love is in the air'. I never fully understood my lust for emotional trauma.
Woohoo. I don't even know whether J8 is habitable tomorrow not. What with all the weird people giving me weird glances, the 'I have a girlfriend, what the fuck are you doing here alone?' look. Scary indeed. I'm known for caring about what others say about me. I care so much that if you set up a hate club for me, I'd be present everyday.
I hate myself?
Yea right.
You can suan me for having extremely long nostril hair, any facial features, any part of my body. I won't flinch. I'm past caring already, so try me, yo.
It'd be cutting if those comments were made by a friend. Just kidding, that's mean; I have no friends.
It's not as if I'm trying to be a loner, but my character is such, and face it; I'm not bothered.
Rawr. Never mind. I'm not emotional. I know when I am.
Let's just go back to rambling about how the 'Love is in the air' shit doesn't work for me. I'm angst/testosterone-filled. How can someone filled with such extreme emotions ever be lovely? I'm not nice.
Valentine's day? Eat shit, morons.
Many people might not know, but there's this livejournal account set by some Sec4s, bringing down the reputation (if any) of Mr. GKY. I never managed to agree with their shit, but the way they bring across their hatred for the person in question is certainly amusing.
Now it's just a mere shadow of its past. The latest posts were about how GKY found their livejournal and threatened them with a police report.
I don't have much of a problem with him, but after this blatant case of cyber-bullying, my impression of him changed.
Why does he even care about what's being said about him on the Internet? Is he that insecure about his dick size? I've yet to bring myself to care about whatever people say about me in real life, what more the Internet. Bringing in the police factor is outrageous, too.
I shall not join in the cause of bringing down his already-brought-down reputation. But I do support the creators of that livejournal account in their amusing writings.
OK it's lame, but who cares?
And so here's a link to the shadow: nofringe.livejournal.com
Back to emo-ing over why I never get dates for Valentine's day, and why I never got a chance to have a special someone.
Oh wait, I love myself.
Perhaps I should go on a date with myself later, and hold an imaginary friend's hand, walking around J8, freaking the normal humans out.
That sounds fun.
Fuck it.
Which reminds me, there were various quotes stolen from various students from various schools in the War Museum. All of them were just excerpts and unabridged versions of the stuff already present, like the fact that Singapore must rely on herself for defence.
What the fuck? I mean, I came up with such stuff in P6, simply by reading through the several NE values around the school hall.
Thanks for giving us a non-concise version of it, assholes, we certainly needed it.
So I came up with my own concise version of what the Army does to enemies and all. Perhaps it'd catch on later, I have no doubts that my thoughts would one day be plagiarized. Wait, they've already been copied and pasted once.
Anyway, the sentence is short and sweet. 'Fuck it.'
No superfluous bullshit, just a concise version of what the army has to say about its enemies.
Never mind. I think I should just go watch porn now. 'Love is in the air', and to fit myself into the mood, I'm going to make it.
-- 2/14/2008 12:00:00 AM
