X-country.
Yea, so I ended up at Bishan Park(1) at around 6.30AM. Was rather much lost, and would've preferred staying that way if I knew what was in store for me when I got to the assembly area. Saikhang. Have to carry cartons of drinks that we'd have to pay for eventually after the run at an exorbitant price. Seriously, the PE dept. was out to recoup the losses I incur to them nearly every week.
Insider's joke, obviously.
Anyway, the race was damn crap. As in, I didn't get my butt kicked, but I didn't get to kick any butts either. My house effing lost the cross-country championship thing. OK I know that CKS cheated (he grabbed a lot of the tickets and placed them in his own house's box. Each of us in the mass run were supposed to take only one), and that he's in Philippe, the house that won us by 10+ points.
And some blur kids from my house placed their shit-like tickets into the Philippe box. I can only hope that they won't stay alive for too long.
Anyway, I won't bother with the loss since I'm not that enthusiastic about such competitions and all. People who know me knows that I'm not competitive. OK, perhaps they know that I'm scared of losing thus am not competitive. Maybe it's just me, but competitions are so stupid. I mean, what's the point in having them? It's just a bloody waste of time. Seriously, I'd rather spend my time jerking off to Runescape or something. And Runescape isn't that sexciting.
Rawr.
Anyway, I was reading the newspapers just now when I decided that the time to cancel my newspaper subscription is nigh. There's no point reading this shit anymore. I mean, I don't have to read the same thing that many times. What's on today's edition is a replay of what was published yesterday. And what was published yesterday was what was published the day before. There's nothing much exciting, except for the Dr. Frankenstein article.
I lived till 95, died of lung cancer, and had my body parts stolen. Or at least someone from BBC news reporter or something of that nature suffered that cruel fate. But that's only one of the cases.
Be careful. You won't want to find your bones replaced with PVC pipes and anything of those sort.
And having gloves and incriminating evidences of their crime being sewn into your innards won't leave you resting in peace. It's scary how people can do such atrocious things out of greed.
Anyway, I don't have much to say already. I know I'd have nightmares later. No, not because I'm dreaming of myself turning in my grave because of someone replacing my bones with tubings and PVC pipes, but because I laughed too much. Don't misunderstand me. I'm not macabre. But I was bored, and watched a lame show with my sister.
If I really have a horrible nightmare, I'd hate my sister for life.
Seriously. I hate having nightmares. Who doesn't?
http://www.tudou.com/programs/view/yrVXPFEWj7c/
Enjoy.
Oh, speaking of my sister reminds me of betting. She was totally hyped up due to the Toto $10million prize shit. She bought her lottery ticket at $5.50 I think. I'm not sure, but I find it rather stupid. I won't waste my money and hope that I'd win. Perhaps betting every once in a while would be OK, but you can't expect to just win $10mil and walk away in life without doing anything, right?
It's rather weird. I do know that humans are wasteful people, and that some of them are even willing to clone their own pets when those creatures die. And cloning of pets cost what?-30K+? Speaking of cloning reminds me of Andy Ho in the Straits Time review section. He wrote about how 'Bitches only ovulate once or twice in a year.' Now you know when to fuck your bitch, and that there's a need to grab the chance when it comes along.
Anyway, back to how I think betting could result in the ultimate destruction of a family. If you people lead a healthy TV life, you'd most probably have seen the anti-gambling shit every commercial break. It's stupid, really. I can see my sister transforming into a gambler, and she was saying stuff like 'If the person is really hooked on, then he won't watch a short clip and change also what.' How astute, her observations. There's really no point in that advertisement for the hotline for 'Problem gambling'. I can't even recall for sure what is its name.
OK maybe there's a point, in which the typical paedophile has his hand on his dick, getting ready and taking aim on the little girl's face when she holds onto her piggy bank and appears on the screen. Then, at that precise moment, the said paedophile's hot rod would sizzle and crack, and lava-hot jizm shoot out towards the beams of lights that helped to visualize the little girl in real life. A competition can also be held to see who ejaculates most powerfully, in the form of cracking of the television set with nothing but the force of his ejaculation.
I think the atrocities mentioned above is the only (mis)deed the video clip can impel others to do.
Anyway, I need to earn back the money I lost today while buying the drinks. Today would be perfect.
I love the NCC store.
-- 2/22/2008 12:35:00 AM
