NCC Leadership Camp(?)
Sports night was rather much of a failure, due to the following reasons:1) It wasn't much of a night. It sort of ended at 5 due to the rain.
2) It rained.
Why must we have it at night anyway? Just to use the floodlights? Just because we have them doesn't mean that we need to show off; I'm sure most other schools have them too. Either way, I know that Cat High is unique, there's no need to intensify the uniqueness of the school by holding annual sports 'night'. If we really want to be unique, why not scrap the iFea altogether? Or, hold a 'sports meet' twice every year? Unique enough?
Anyway, getting released late doesn't hurt me, I wasn't planning to get home at all anyway. It's just that I know I'm able to spend my time in a more constructive way than stoning around, sitting down and playing the Sony Ericsson 'Tennis Multiplay' game.
Oh. And there's something I must show. Proof that I'm not human. My tongue keeps changing colour. I'm getting a bit freaked out by my own tongue. Please, people. I know that this warning would not be stop you from looking at my tongue, but if you can't stand gory images, please refrain from scrolling down:
Stoned around in the store for some time. Then went for dinner.
And then we played basketball for some time at the Whitley court. Don't know why it's called the Whitley court when it's so damn near Cat High, too. Never mind, let them happy. And we were playing at like 10plus. By 'we', I mean like some Cat High people and my brothers. The other Cat High people went off, and we played. Quite fun. Yea. And then we climbed over the wall when we were done. A load of fun, really.
And then we stoned around in store, and played a rather fun game in which you'd have to take a card and place it on your forehead without seeing it. The one with the smallest card loses, and has to do a forfeit, like drink half a bottle of Pink Dolphin. We get to change cards with each other though. But after changing, cannot change anymore.
BW lost the first 2 games tragically. We laughed damn hard.
Then the crazy midnight soccer iFea. I think I came up with that one. So like 8 of us trooped out to play soccer at 1am? It was damn cold anyway, and playing it half-naked made things worse. My iFea of course. And I hugged WX. Ooooh..the feeling of his skin on mine..
Then ghost stories, blah blah, blah blah. Slept at 5. Woke up at 7. By the way, the blahs denote breaking of many school rules. Oops. Shouldn't have typed that.
OK don't have much to say about the camp, except that it's fun. My pants stank though. Ah well. I like to be stinky.
Went for biology remedial with Alvin. I actually bothered to do the work she gave. It came as a shock to me. Never mind. Then went to the SNGS fiesta, stoned awhile, wasted the 10bucks, and got it over and done with. I don't need to socialize, nor do I want to. I have better things to do, and I sort of regret going in the first place; I could've spent more time with the Part Cs. Either that or sleeping. Saw a lot of Cat High people anyway. Then went to City Hall to...settle some stuff. And went back to school. MOONG was there, and he thought I was emotional or something. Because I'm sleepy, and sleepy people don't talk much, and a silent Alastair runs deep. Nothing much on Saturday. I didn't take a shower, that's all.
Oh, as for the night..well, people like CHAAAN took a lot of tables, formed a bed with it and slept on it, while people who stayed back on Friday had to make do with the floor. Bastard, really. Never mind. Anyway, here's a picture of my bed, complete with pillow and sockets. Proof, that we misused the school's electricity:
Today. Break camp. They were doing drills without timing, marching included. PN said something sensible(for once), and it was like 'Feel the pride of hearing the digging of your boots as a platoon'. I forgot liao lah, it wasn't very significant anyway, but I just watched on at their drills. Quite..proud. Credit goes to WX though. Love him loads.
Want to see a picture of my sexy legs, in my vain attempt to tan my inner thighs? Nah, I'm not spamming pictures.
OK nothing much to say liao. Miss Chow and Mr Paul Ng were talking to the cadets about them taking over, and my random spouting took over, and I said something like 'I might cry'.
Random. But I think I'd really cry when we pass out. Or something. Don't know. No promises.
Oh, something just reminded me of the new game 'Cabal'. I don't see a point in that game throughout the entire camp, because SY brought his laptop along and started playing that game. I don't see anything exciting about that game. It's like..you choose a 'job', and level it up and blah blah. But you can choose to train skills of other jobs or something. Boring leh. Now I must pause my flaming of that game, because my Runescape character is getting displaced from her demons. OK it should be better now. Anyway, as I was saying, it's a fucking boring game. SY was fighting some stupid pieces of shit, and he kept clicking, typing on the keyboard, blah blah. The only thing nice about the game is the graphics, which would own Runescape's ass any time.
BUT WHY DO PEOPLE BOTHER ABOUT GRAPHICS WHEN THE GAME PLAY SUCKS? Seriously, I'm not going after those superfluous visual bullshit, I'd rather play a fun game. If you ask those cabal people whether Runescape is fun, they'd most probably reply with 'NO! The graphics suck!', 'Runescape is for retards', 'Runescape is so stupid'. Hey, Mr. Bullshit, time for you to commit suicide. There's no point in graphics. Really, if I were that interested in graphics, I'd do the thing myself. Let's say that I'm attacking a door in cabal(yes, you can attack a door =.=). Why don't I attack a door in real life instead? It'd the real thing itself, not a type of 'closest to the real thing' bullshit graphics.
High-quality graphics is only used to cover the shallowness of the game, and I won't be deceived.
If I want high-quality stuff, it'd be porn. Not games.
-- 3/30/2008 05:57:00 PM
New phone. Woots?
The only reason I didn't blog yesterday was the hot new phone I just got for my birthday. I mean, it was so hot that I dropped it almost immediately after contact with that slim piece of shit. I think I might end up regretting this purchase, because I don't like flimsy stuff.I can only hope that this piece of metal half the thickness of my W800 would last my sudden incredible-hulk-like reactions.
I have something against flip/slide phones. I don't know, but they don't look sexy to me.
It's like, flip phones can be broken easily by just..over-flipping. Slide phones can be destroyed by..over-sliding. I like holding my phone in a vice-like grip. And squeezing as hard as possible. I did that with my w800, and it took it in its stride.
I had sex with it soon after. Copulating with phones can be so fun.
Let's see..when the person serving us was a load of fun. I had to subscribe for a new plan because my plan doesn't support 3G. And the new plan has the following features:
100minutes free talktime
Free incoming
500SMS. But it can be considered indefinite, as you can spam Singtel customers. When I mean spam, I really mean spam. It's free. I echoed my thoughts to him, and he just 'Aha yea, like you said, can spam'. What a bundle of joy.
Anyway, I just farted. I fart a lot. What's wrong with farting? Why do people go so weird and disgusted when someone farts? Don't they fart themselves, too? You mean to say that your fart smells much nicer? If you're a guy, you'd fart, loud, and admit. If you're not, then just shut the fuck up and suck your own balls because no one else would. Just because I let out a lot of air from my rectum doesn't mean that I'm inferior--it only means that my digestive system is good. OK I was crapping about the above statement, but I'm sure everyone farts at least 6times a day. I fart at least 10. I'm not sure.
And I have a handphone game. Sims 2. It's dang lame, it wastes my time, it's a bloody rip-off. The worse thing is that I'm playing it.
Someone send me Pokemon or something. I'd feel much healthier that way.
I always feel weird when people thank me in weird situations. Like...let's say that someone is sleepy. And I happened to SMS him(because I'm a gay and gays SMS guys and guys only), and he received it. And woke up, told me that he was sleeping. Then I'd apologize because I'm a nice guy, and say something like 'oh..sorry. never mind lah, go sleep then. nightz!' The reply from him would be a 'thanks'. I mean..that kind of and gratitude, I'd rather do without. This really translates into 'Oh, thanks for not bothering me', and if I'm stupid I'd have overlooked this, but I'm not stupid, and simply thanking me doesn't neutralize anything--the nature of the message is really just telling me to screw off.
Perhaps not in such strong terms, perhaps he doesn't mean it that way. But. Aye I don't even know why I'm complaining.
Oh, I might be camping in school. Camping in school=a lot of fun. And sex. And sex sex sex.
I'd go watch DGM76. It's stupid, this blog post. I feel that I've wasted my time and yours.
I'm sorry.
-- 3/27/2008 09:20:00 PM
First day of air-con. Woohoo.
OK I'm going to talk about my 4hours without wearing a pair of underwear, so if anyone would get disturbed, I'm afraid but you're in for a treat. A disgusting one, too.Yea, somehow I found it rather breezy. And as any biology student knows, sperms can only be produced at a temperature lower than that of the abdominal cavity. That explains the dangling, as can be seen in pornographic material (if you're a female, or an eunuch).
As underwear keeps the testes closer to the body, sperm production would undoubtedly be slower, and going around without underwear for a few hours is certainly rejuvenating.
Enough, I think it's gross.
Anyway, a situation happened yesterday that reminded me of my primary school days. No, not during primary school, but at the tender age of P3.
I used to be a very rebellious kiddo, raring to fight and hanthump at any point of time. Really, I think I'm quite scary last time. But apparently, I grew up to become a filial boy, and as people say, with a good reason, filial people can never go wrong. 孝顺的人坏不到哪里去。Or something along those lines. I must admit that I get into quarrels, and heated arguments with my parents at times, but I know that whatever they did was for my good.
I didn't know when I was P3, and my explosive temper always took control of me. And whenever I step out of the line, and got a scolding, I'd get worse, just to show that I could. I like bringing out the lump in their throats, to make their throats dry. Just because I can.
But I grew up I guess. Never mind this, I'm just being random.
Whoa keesiao, why do demons hit so much when I'm training strength? =.= OK never mind they didn't after all.
And it's tough initiating conversations. Something I've been doing for the past few months. I think I'd only 'speak only when spoken to'. You might be busy, and I don't want to add to your woes, because I'm a worrisome person. As in, I can make people worry.
OK anyway our air-conditioners were used for the first day today, woohoo. Let's all jubilate in the air-conditioned classroom, with mass orgies and more sex, taupok, sex, sex, sex.
We're like the guinea pigs. But at least we won't die of experiments. And we get to have sex. But it'd be much appreciated if they'd tell us in advance, really. I was rather frozen towards the end of the day, and it rained too.
Whoa sian. I can't type much. I don't have much to say. Oh wait..
Some people think that I'm 'emo' because I'm ugly. I was rather sleepy at that time, but got rather crossed with him. Yea, I was feeling emotional, because anger is a form of emotion. Really, I won't be sad because I can't live off my face.
I'm only sad for you, because if you're this superficial, you might as well kill yourself.
Like I always, say, there's no such thing as a handsome man, only a gay person. There's no cute guys out there, because guys aren't supposed to be cute. Leave the acting cute shit to the girls, guys are better off with leg hair and scars on their necks.
No, don't try the scar-on-neck thing. It's not meant for the fainthearted.
Besides, I have yet to find any 'good looking guys' in Cat High, off the streets, around the world, on TV, blah blah. There's no such thing as a handsome man. Really. And the people who were trying to 'suan' me aren't very handsome or cute themselves, or at least I think that way. But what I think always turn out right, so I shall leave you to connect the dots.
I can start suaning back everyone who suans me, because I can. But I won't, because I know that those guys build their confidence on their faces. Any insults to their supposed 'good looks' would only jeopardize their lives, and I don't want my name on their suicide notes. Oh wait, maybe I want to be famous, I want to be known as the one who kills with words.
So exciting. But my conscience forbids me, and so I won't.
I'm always having fun arguments with my classmates, and it's always all of them against me. I'm always getting gang-raped, and I can't help but feel pressurized. But the view of the majority may not always be right, and I like such arguments and gangbang sessions anyway. It's fun, yo.
People who cave in to peer pressure easily can never lead the life I have. Not many people can live with everyone breathing down his neck, suaning him for every mistake he makes. Not many people can try to argue with everyone at the same time without caving in.
I think I'm a hero.
Oh. So much for having nothing to say, I'm suddenly reminded of anorexic people. Oh yes, two rune med helms, so happy. Anyway back to anorexia. I don't know what's wrong with girls. They want to be fucking thin. And they are supposed to get pregnant when they grow up and all. Getting a bit fatter is good, as fats are needed to protect the female reproductive organs, but no, they just have commit suicide by starving themselves. It's stupid, really. I mean, I think what Ms Saras said is true. Guys don't have the rights to be fat at all. Guys would never get pregnant. So guys getting fat=unjustifiable. So why do girls still want to be thin?? Never mind.
I think I pissed all over my blog well enough. And shall end here to carry on scaping. With the e in front.
And I like to include things at random, even after posting, so if you missed it, too bad. I don't even know why I'm staying online. Perhaps I'm waiting for you to initiate the conversation. And why are you staying online? Definitely not for me. I don't really know, but I shouldn't care.
Fuck. I should stop waiting for things that'd never come. Waiting is a form of hope, and I think I've run out of that.
I hope not.
-- 3/25/2008 08:27:00 PM
I think I'm a female.
No, I think I'm PMSing. Symptoms of PMS: OK I can only commit one to memory, and that is 'sore breasts'.OK I have my biology textbook on my lap now.
'Physical symptoms include sore breasts, feeling bloated, acne or pimple outbreaks, headaches, feeling tired and having trouble sleeping.'
That was copied from the 'Biology Matters'.
Yep, I'm irritable right now. I've flared up no less than 10times throughout the course of this Sunday.
Let's start with my post yesterday and the feedback I got on my tagboard.
Which made me flare up, apparently.
I was having fun doing CIP, got a bit high, took that picture, posted it on my blog because I felt like it. Your comments on my tagboard would not make me take down my pictures, or make me feel bad about how I look.
Face it--I know I'm ugly. But you don't know the definition of 'cute'. It means 'ugly but adorable'. I think I'm adorable. If I'm not, why would you even read my blog in the first place? Adorable=lovely in a childlike way. And I do find myself childish, which explains my argument with the Downs' Syndrome lady of yesterday. So why are you even telling me how I look disgusting/disturbing? I don't really care, and all that it did was to make me pissed.
I have the liberty to post whatever pictures I wish to post, and I can upload pornographic materials if I wished to. Can you stop me? No, so if you wish to stop me, or feel greatly disturbed by my writings and posted pictures, screw off lah. No one is forcing you to read my blog or look at my pictures, and since you're so voluntary in visiting my blog, I'd appreciate if you give constructive feedback, reminders, cocktalking. Not bullshit reminding me of how ugly I look.
That's not constructive, that's not helpful, and that only shows how superficial you are, because you only know how to look at pictures, comment on them, and get away from my blog. I'd rather you not visit at all. Really. I don't want my visitor count to be increased by humans of sub-intelligence. It makes me feel as if my blog is patronized by idiots who can't breathe properly.
I already know I'm ugly, it's a fact, I don't bother denying. I won't bother with plastic surgery, make-up, long hair. I accept long hair at pubic area, but not on the head.
And I know you throat is dry.
Enough. My blood is boiling. No, not really. I'm cooking lobsters in Runescape even as I type. I don't need my full concentration on blog posts, and therefore I don't expect you to read
in rapt attention. If you do, it translates into incompetency at reading bullshit churned out on a daily basis by an ugly guy with a small dick. Suicide is the only way out for you people. Either that, or lung infections from breathing in air with your mouth.
I'm really PMS-ing. I think it's my right do attack anyone I feel like, here and now. But I shall show some self-restraint. And focus my energy on killing demons and levelling up my attack and HP. I find that more constructive than a dialogue session with idiots.
And I think I've earned free rides on the emotional roller-coaster. It's like, somehow, in a crowded area, I'd have a sudden urge to sit at one corner and keep to myself. It's not out of necessity that I stop myself from doing so--it's just that I want to prove to myself that I can do it, that I can somehow control myself and stand tall, no matter my mood.
OK that part was random. I don't want to dwell on my emotional problems which are perpetuated by my 28day cycle.
Went to the cemetery just now. 清明节, however you write it. Quite left out, because the spotlight was on my sister. What course she's applying for, which university to choose, this, that. And I enjoyed being left out. I have mood swings, after all. And I do feel like being transparent when the need arises.
Anyway, there was a spooky moment. I don't think I should blog about it anyway. Skip.
Went home and slept. Woke up to find that my sister got her new phone. Which makes my w800 obsolete, because I don't have a 3G phone. Sobs. I know I'd get a new phone soon anyway, because I'm a materialistic asshole who needs the latest electronic gadget to feel up-to-date and hip-and-trendy, or else I'd feel insecure about my dick size and end up committing suicide.
And the rest of the day progressed painlessly, with a few flashes of anger every now and then. I seriously think that there's something wrong with me.
Oh. And I read the Straits Times article on modification of body parts. I think the picture is too gross to be posted. It's like..teflon balls under your skin. If it's at your boobs, people would just pass it off as breast implants. But if it's at your forearm, you're just trying to be a freak of nature. I don't know about you, but I definitely won't want balls in my arms, under my skin, placed side by side/on my blood vessels. What if someone whacked your arm at where you balls are? And I don't mean your scrotum, I meant your arm. I think your blood vessels would all rupture. There you go. It's not a sign of manliness, it's just a form of mutilation.
If you think that putting balls in your arms is cool, why don't we all bind our feet? We're walking back in time, back to the point when binding of feet is not only encouraged, but enforced. Young rich ladies retain their feet size at like...age 5? And they walk around with all that pressure on their feet.
Pressure=Force/Area
I don't know, but my guess is that the ladies didn't enjoy walking.
And during the Tang Dynasty, fat women were considered beauties. I think it was that period of time anyway. That translates into more force/same area, which means that the girls would be lying in bed, incapable of anything but sex.
If that's the cost of beauty, I'd rather remain ugly.
And the S-Pop concert is going on now, right? It sounds exciting, but I can't be bothered with all the act-cute girls. I can't stand girls who 'teh' so much my goosebumps pop out. But somehow, they still attract loadsa masculine support. I find myself swaying at my feet. I have a fetish for female voices that I'm not exactly familiar with. I guess it's because Cat High is an all-boys school. I'm too used to the bursting-with-testosterone syndrome most guys are afflicted with.
And CRY sent me a chain mail. I find it quite meaningful. But the riddle, don't understand.
Paul Harvey riddle:
What is greater than God, more evil than the devil, the poor have it, the rich need it. and if you eat it you'll die?
Kindergarten kids supposedly have a higher chance of solving this riddle, but unfortunately I'm too old.
Oh. I just levelled up. I'm now lvl102.
-- 3/23/2008 09:07:00 PM
I am damn cute.
We had some flag day for the Singapore Cancer Society. And under the reason for collection, I wrote, unpretentiously, 'CIP hours'.I think it's only fitting for me to write that since it's like the only reason any normal student would do flag day under the hot sun for. CIP hours come in the form of library CIP, which isn't a waste of time at all, because librarians are all slackers and don't do their jobs properly, thus the need for students to 'chiong library CIP'.
Seriously, I've lost any respect for anyone who chiongs library CIP, because I don't see much of an involvement in community projects, only training for their future jobs, which would be that of a librarian. CIP was created to make students more involved in the community, but doing library shitwork? Nah, it's just bullshit there.
I really don't have much to say to anyone who spams library just for CIP hours--you're missing the entire point of CIP. I hope you choke. I know many people who actually do that, and get away with it. Nothing much to say, really. I'd only lament the fact that Singapore is getting more and more morally degraded.
Speaking of morally-degrading stuff, we were at Dhoby Ghaut MRT station, in between that and Plaza Singapura. There were like a lot of teenagers, wearing skinny jeans, walking around smoking, smooching, getting ready to fight and all. As people who read my earlier post know, I don't like skinny jeans. I don't see the point in killing your own balls to prove that you had them. And smoking is simply suicide, an act I definitely have no wish to be involved with. I don't see the point in getting tar-filled lungs. Substances used to make roads should never be in the lungs of a human.
Anyway, it was quite chaotic. I didn't even dare to act cute to get people to donate money. I initiated the 1000smiles campaign, and was backed up by Kaisheng. It was something like this: Stone and smile and hold the donation bag up for passers-by to donate. The smile must be rather much of an ear-to-ear grin. It looks stupid and retarded, and attracts a lot of attention. It's fun. People from across the road looked over and laughed.
Stupid people looked at us and commented on 'Don't act cute lah!' or something along those lines. Bastards. You don't want see then go away lah! Simple logic also don't understand. Just go die lah.
If you don't dare to hold up a donation bag and walk around with that grin, don't complain. You have no balls, and so you have no rights to complain. You don't have any reason to talk, so just shut the fuck up. Losers.
Kaisheng wanted to give up after that incident in which we got shouted by a few Malays for acting cute, but I encouraged him. Like..'Don't let other people's opinions get at you! There are many people out there, one may think that you're a bastard, another an asshole, some, an angel, others, blah blah blah. Are you going to let them affect you?? Have more confidence in yourself!' And we got back to our smiles and carried on.
And the people actually donated! And the other students from other schools also laughed at us when they walked by. I think we were being clowns, but at least people laughed at us for our antics.
I like brightening up people's lives. I mean, people normally go around soliciting for donations like approaching you directly, and sticking to you till there's a donation, right? But what if you choose to stand at one side, smile, and just let the passers-by make the choice themselves? I think that this is a much healthier way of soliciting for donations. People won't get annoyed, might ignore you, or laugh at you and as a result, get their lives brightened up by 2 weird Cat High guys.
One in a student leader shirt.
Bless the Crescent girl's who donated to me. A lot, too.
It must be due to my cuteness.
Here's a picture, a true testament to my degree of cuteness:
By courtesy of Leonard, who took the picture.
I won't upload to stomp!, but anyone can just download and upload it. This is meant to be a hint, since I'm not supposed to upload it to stomp! myself. I made a pact with Kaisheng. He's the one on the left.
Oh. And I was at the Toa Payoh Library just now with Kaisheng and Leonard. We were approached by a girl, who was on a roll to have more well-wishes for the patients of Down Syndrome. She told us more about Down Syndrome, which has something to do with the 21st chromosome(which shouldn't exist naturally), resulting in retardation mentally and physically.
I found her contradictory. I mean..she told us that we should treat them as normal human beings. I confirmed this fact. I held my mini-debate with her.
Me: 'So we should treat people who suffer from Down Syndrome as normal humans, right?'
Her: 'Yea.'
Me: 'So why should we write these cards? I mean, I won't write cards for normal humans what..'
Her: 'Oh it's OK. You'd know when you grow up.'
This snippet of the argument is the main point of it lah. I mean, if we were to treat them as normal human beings, we shouldn't write cards and give them special attention. I even checked with her whether we should give them special attention and treat them in a special way, but she said no. So is writing cards and all special? Wouldn't she be contradicting herself? Shouldn't I be in a debate team or something?
What the fuck was she playing at? I don't see how much older she is from us lor. And just because she couldn't explain her inherent self-conflict in interest, she went ahead and attacked my age.
Look, seriously. I have nothing against Down Syndrome patients, or anything against writing any form of well-wishes for them. But I just think that if we were to treat them normally, we should just accept them as part of the Singapore population.
I got rendered speechless at the statement that I'd grow to understand.
Thanks for nothing.
One more thing to note about these pretentious people. She started off with 'Do you all know that yesterday was the World's Down Syndrome Day?'
It was yesterday, a thing of the past. And now then they start to collect well-wishes.
So sincere.
By the way, I was about to upload a picture of the uriners in Cat High. But WX did it already =.= so if you want to see wassup with Cat High, go wenxuan's blog.
-- 3/22/2008 09:52:00 PM
World's Sleeping Day '08
Kea Man: SozKM: Keylog
KM: Hey babe
Some random bitch: Hi
KM: Whant to get lade?
Me: Not with you.
KM: Yesu do
KM: Your on your rag
KM: Weak
Me: On my rag?
KM: U know what that is+
Me: As a matter of fact i don't.
KM: It means on your period
Me: Oh really? How would you know?
KM: I lade your as
Me: You see..the problem is i'm a guy.
From this conversation, one can infer that the majority of Runescape players are jerks. The Kea Man is a jerk, asking me for sex. I'm a jerk, playing a girl. And that female players are bitches, because when you say 'Hey babe' in a crowded room full of girls, they'd respond in unison.
Of course, I'm only talking about the participants in this conversation, not all players as a whole.
That was random.
Anyway, today is the world's sleeping day. Or something along those lines. And I decided to play a part in perpetuating this healthy day by sleeping my afternoon off.
No, really. I slept from like 4PM-7PM, because shopping bores me to the point of sleep debts.
Was at Tampines Mall with my mum and sis, and got damn pissed because I really wanted to go home to study, and that my mother was wasting a lot of time trying on clothes and not buying anything. Really, if she bought something, I can only lambaste her for wasting money, but not buying anything yet wasting all the time in the world is murder.
I got so pissed that I borrowed my sis' phone and sat down at some corner just to play a game, all the while trying not to look up because I might end up ogling at beautiful legs and what lies between the legs, and get sued or something.
Very pissed at that moment. I hate people wasting my time.
And I had a very weird dream. I think it's damn fucking weird. I dreamt of Orchard road with mobile trains that can jump out of tracks and jeopardize the safety of potential passengers. And I dreamt of people from. Never mind.
And because I don't blog in a chronological order, I shall talk about lunch. Had lunch at some revolving tower shit. I got nauseous. Really. I enjoy kayaking and all, but sitting in a revolving tower makes me want to puke. Urgh. Managed to get used to the motion after awhile since I'm a flexible and adaptable person.
I did mention that my mum and sis went to Vietnam, right? And that I created an imaginary girlfriend only to imagine that I can have sex with her at home, because I'm an inconsiderable asshole. Anyway, they went to Vietnam because my uncle was getting married. No, he's not a poor thing that can only hold his wedding in Vietnam. He's going to hold his wedding twice =.=
So anyway, the new aunt came to Singapore with her family, and they were spamming Cantonese. I couldn't understand much, if any. That's one thing I cannot adapt to--language barriers.
But managed to have a good lunch. I was hungry.
Would be having some CIP later at plaza sing. 9PM. Not sure of the attire. I think PJs would do.
Come leh. I think it's some flag day thingy. I think I'd appreciate people who are willing to part with coins. I think I'd fellate/cunnilingus them.
Not fair. Why is 'fellate' with the green zigzag underscore when cunnilingus isn't? See? Sexist.
And LDW made an impossible demand. He wants us to attend his remedial at 7.30AM for 30minutes, before letting us go for our CIP. Seriously, what can he do within 30minutes? What the fuck is he thinking? Can I kill him? Pretty please? Seriously, he fails almost everyone for hair check, he does stupid stuff like fuck us for homework by taking our EZ-link cards, and now this.
You name it, he's done it.
I told my mum about his demand. And asked to pon it. She gave the green light. My sis backs me up too. Ahh..see? Familial ties. 患难见真情。Familial ties are exceptionally strong in the face of true adversity.
And I had the misfortune to come across an advertisement for The Arena. I shouldn't even capitalize the name nicely for that piece of pretentious bullshit of a program that was conceived when a producer decides to take a dump.
A HCI guy said something about 'What's civic-mindedness? Can eat or not? Blah blah blah...pretentious bullshit on how the world would end from the mouth of some shit-eating guy..blah blah blah'.
I liked the phrase 'What's blah blah? Can eat or not?' until this happened. If he was trying to be funny, I wasn't taken in by his shallow theatrics. He chucked it like a piece of shit onto the audiences, and they like shit in their face and so they laughed.
Why I hate that so much--if it's a humourous statement it can't be used for a debate. Using it in a debate depreciates the value it already had.
I guess I can't say too much about this 'debate'. After all, it's just a performance. I'd rather watch a mime.
Or masturbate to Runescape.
Or attempt to bend my Eiffel tower.
Or dismantle my Ferris Wheels.
OK I must admit that I don't really like HCI much. To be more fair to the speaker, the reason I hate it when he used that phrase: He didn't treat it like a joke at all. He simply, like I mentioned, threw shit. And I meant that metaphorically. He could've slowed down a little, emphasized more on that point(which I presume was meant to be humourous), made it more of a question than a statement, before carrying on with his argument. He didn't, and I hate him for that.
Never mind. It's depressing enough. Something interesting to note: I was killing demons in Runescape while typing this post. I guess this shows how much attention I give to both.
And I was watching the Ah Wang show on Channel 8 I think. I feel that it's supposedly a sad story. And its point is portrayed in a humourous way. Pity, people with brains are able to decipher what the scriptwriter is really trying to say.
It becomes even more obvious when this sentence pops out: 你当她是宝，她当你是傻瓜！
Or something along those lines.
Puts my predicament in perspective.
I can't sleep. My afternoon sleep refreshed me too much.
Kaishank logged on at like 1AM =.=
I just added a title for this post. It has the 'o9 behind it because I'm sure that I'd be able to live till next year, and that I'd sleep my afternoon off once more.
It's a promise.
-- 3/22/2008 12:40:00 AM
Realspace 3 sucks.
No, really, I downloaded and played that version. It sucked. For a reason simple enough: It did not give me the full version. And instead it took up precious memory space on my computer. It wouldn't be so bad if the developers made the full version free.It would even be acceptable if they locked a few power-ups and upgrades, but let us play more levels of that game. I enjoyed Realspace 2. I loved it. I still do. But realspace 3 is just a rip-off.
Seriously, nobody in his right mind would spend precious money to buy a game when he can simply download a cracked version of it. Free, same, why not? That's why I got so damn pissed that I tried to find the crackcode on yahoo and google.
I got even more pissed when I couldn't find any.
And my blood boiled when the shitty websites I entered tried to force me into buying a membership, which would then allow me to download the full version.
What the fuck? If I were that desperate to play that game, I won't go around finding sites to download cracked versions of the game and pay for them, right? If I had brains, I wouldn't be that desperate to play that game. And even if I were desperate, I wouldn't go buy an entire membership from some shitty unreliable website to just have a vague promise to allow me to download a full version of the game I was trying to download from first. Does that make sense?
I feel that it does.
I just find that nowadays, people are getting more and more heartless. They crack the game, allow themselves to play the game in full, but charges others for the cracking. Of course, that's a very good way to earn money, but it takes out the meaning in cyberlife. Shouldn't they be more helpful and just allow leechers like me to download the full version?
I'm just trying to be shitty here because I don't really have much to say about these sites. The above point is definitely not valid as I'm not a nice person myself.
And speaking about civic-mindedness just reminds me of Runescape. As people who don't live in wells know, Runescape threw in a 'Stronghold of Safety' or something along those lines. There are cockroaches there, ranging from cockroach drones(lvl8), cockroach workers(lvl56), to cockroach soldiers(lvl83). OK I'm not exactly sure of the exact level, but it's around there. And after killing so many cockroach soldiers I'm sure that their level is 83.
Anyway, these cockroach soldiers hit a lot in melee attacks, but their ranged/magic looks like flying black trouser, and sucks. Being a highly intellectual person, I knew that ranging or something along those lines would ensure my survival in the world of cockroaches, because even in hand-to-hand combat, it's hard to hit through my lvl81defence. Shut up, lvl130 =.=
Anyway, there'd be bastards who use ranged attacks, but still want you to attack first. I really had nothing much to say to these losers. I'm taking all the damage, eating all my lobsters, and you're taking all the kills. Seriously, I hope that you'd just drop dead.
And then there'd be the random noob who wishes to make a clan chat and make people enter the clan and toggle lootshare.
If one ever does that, that person is victimized, because lootshare is about sharing everything. It's like the communist party, everything is state-owned, and then distributed to everyone. The rule of thumb is, if you fight long enough in the clan, you'd get your just desserts and you'd get nearly the same amount of money as everyone else in the lootshare.
Problem is, how many people would really do that? The moment they get a dang valuable item, like a rune scimitar, they can choose to exit the clan chat and thus disable lootshare. Everyone's fight for himself.
And then poor loners like me have to grovel about how I'm not getting any kills because when the others are in a clan and toggled lootshare, their combined hits would most probably be more than mine. Damn.
Cockroaches really bring out the worst in humans. You can see leechers, because they don't dare to attack the cockroach on their own for hygiene purposes. You can see bastards, who can range but not get hit much, yet want you to tank for them. Leechers too. You can see the humji people, who know that they can never get a kill, but try to scam people into entering their clan chat for lootshare so that he can leech of his poor clan members.
Fighting cockroaches really enlightened me on the darker side of humans. And the cracked version of realspace 3 remains elusive.
Anyway we had training just now. I don't even know why I was there, I only remember Yap Chien asking me to go. I mean, I'm not even attached to them, I don't know them much, I only took the OALs within them for the OAL camp last year, which only took 3d2n. There's hardly any bonding between them and me. But still I sticked with WX throughout, because I was waiting for a chance to enter from behind.
And they are..rather sick. Not very. I think I have to buck up.
Oh yea, and I must thank Kaisheng for sending me that link to anime-song downloads. I like the Blood† songs, and so I went there to download and I'm really very turned on by the fact that I can download any random anime song that I might end up liking.
No, please don't sue me.
OK nothing much left for me to say. Actually I always have nothing to say. But..happy easter? And go get your Easter event in Runescape before it disappears.
And because I'm sleepy I shall have my much needed rest.
-- 3/21/2008 01:38:00 AM
FW: why boys shouldn't cheat on girls
*I changed the colour of the text in this stupid piece of shit as it sorta conked when I was posting. It was originally..pink I think. Other than that, all the text is kept and preserved as it was.*
there was once a girl named Ashley who had a boyfriend named Jack.
Jack was the most popular boy in the school.
The three most popular girls were Courtney, Ashley and Emma.
Jack thought of Ashley as OKAY, but he REALLY liked Courtney.
Courtney liked jack also. Well of course she did, everyone did!
Ashley and Courtney were worst enemies.
Courtney tried to steal Jack away everytime she had a chance to.
One day, Courtney asked Jack if he wanted to go to the movies.
Ashley heard everything....
which movie theatre and what
time.
Ashley approached the movies that night and followed Jack and Courtney.
Ashley sat right behind them.
She watched them get close to each other and
kiss....not only kiss, but practically get it on in the theatre.
Courtney told jack 'Do you want to come to my place and skip this boring movie?'
He replied 'hell yes.'
Ashley had peeked through Courtney's window.
Jack and her were messing around and Ashley watched the whole thing.
The next day at school Ashley wasn't there.
For the next few days Ashley wasn't there.
A week later her mother found her in her closet dead...she commited suicide because she had loved Jack so much.
Next to ashley's dead body was a note.
A note that read:
My dearest Jack,i watched you at the movie and at Courtney's house and
I will continue to watch you. I never thought you would do something like this to me.
I really loved you jack.
I died for you just like Jesus died for us.
Always with you,
Ashley
Please foward this to more
than 15 people or Ashley will haunt you and try to kill you because she wants everyone to know about Courtney.
Thank you.
Please Scroll Down.
'In loving Memory of' **Ashley Halagey**
What ashley did to one person who did not send
this.......
One girl was looking through her e-mail and she deleted this message thinking it was another silly forward...
the next day she was found dead in her bed.
Of course u don't have to send this but I think
Ashley Halagey will come soon to get you like tonight when you are still awake just sitting in bed
Repost this as 'why boyz shouldnt cheat on girls'
or u will lose the one u love......
No, seriously, I get this kind of shit every now and then, as if the Mickey Mouse saga isn't enough of a pain in the ass. This was sent quite a few days back, but I didn't really bother with a debunking of it till now, because I've got better and less painful things to do like carrying people with my ferris wheels. Insider's joke, really.
Anyway, the first point: So who the fuck is Emma? Am I the only one who realized that Emma was mentioned once as one of the more popular girls, but fell out of favour as the 'plot' developed into a love-triangle bullshit akin to those of those K-drama and idol-TV-crappy acting? Never mind, since this email is bullshit, I shan't bother with that point.
Anyway, the 'author' of this chainmail has a pretty fucked command of English. Or rather, her punctuation is shit. I claim that the bullshitter is a girl as girls would want to put up catchy titles such as 'Why boys shouldn't cheat on girls'. I'd imagine the girl as someone who would really kill herself because she broke up with her boyfriend, and that that is the worst thing that could happen to any 40-year old virgins, and so she should simply take the plunge. But before she does that, she needs to get her revenge, and revenge comes in the form of such chainmails. I can really feel her hatred towards males, as can be seen by the 'suicide note' that Ashley left for Jack. Now I'm not religious, but I think that the part about dying for Jack as Jesus did for humans is a bit far fetched, to the point of blasphemous. Now I don't curse people to burn in hell, because flames are enjoyable stuff, but I really hope that the perpetrator would do something to end her life ASAP.
And the 'plot' took a turn to even deeper shit when the author tried to make us sympathize with Ashley and pass this email around to alert others of bitchy women like Courtney, who would stoop to nothing to hiJack. The suicide note made absolutely no mention of Courtney, and so who is the author to base her accusation of the spirit as vengeful when she is actually full of love for Jack? Fucker.
And something interesting to note: I think the example of a gruesome death as depicted in the story as comical. Seriously it is comical if you compare it with the Mickey Mouse shit, which I linked to on my links section as 'Tag, or rape.' Anyway, I feel that Mickey Mouse is a much more spooky thing as compared to Ashley. I think that I can come up with better chainmails, and send them to my rather stupid friends who can't think properly and shoots these emails off to other victims who would then perpetuate the cycle because birds of a feather flock together, therefore senders(who are stupid) would pass the email to receivers(who would be stupid too), who would pass them on to others, and so on. This shows that the Earth is populated by stupid people.
Scary thought, really. I must stress though, some chainmails are meaningful, but for these kind of chainmails with the Sadako-intent, no.
I especially enjoy the last part. 'or u will lose the one u love......'
I can't be bothered counting the exact number of dots, but I love this sentence. I'd presume that by 'the one u love', the author is referring to my hypothetical girlfriend. I don't know about her, but I know I won't be getting girlfriends anytime soon as I'd rather go through asexual reproduction than flash my Eiffel Tower, accompanied by 2 Ferris Wheels.
There you go, that's my answer for the unanswered question above.
Really, I don't have much to lose if that's the case, and so I'd rather wait for Ashley to appear on my bed. She's supposedly popular, right? I might get to have safe sex with her anyway, because ghosts can't transmit any STDs, can't get pregnant, blah blah.
An interesting prospect, really. I won't try to imagine a life after getting screwed by Mickey Mouse, but I can visualize the making of hot, sweet love to Ashley.
But then again this won't ever come true.
I think my friend is really insecure about his love, that's why he sent this chainmail to me. I guess I can't blame him. After all, I'm not wading around in the sea of emotions and so I don't have much of a chance to experience what he's experiencing and I think that there's a need for me to shut up and go sleep as I have quite a bit of homework to chiong tomorrow morning.
Not to forget the sexciting chemistry test. Come to think of it, I never had much of chemistry with anyone.
Sobs.
-- 3/19/2008 11:37:00 PM
Conned of my air.
I don't know why is Cat High so weird. I haven't heard of schools that would install air-conditioners, but only allow the students to switch them on at the same time. Based on serious calculations, the estimated time taken for 3 classrooms to be converted to air-conditioned pieces of shit takes around 3weeks. Or 4, I failed my maths. Anyway, we have like 11classes. So now we're left with 8classes, which would take around 3*3=9weeks. Which is scary, really. By the time we get to use our air-conditioners, Term 2 would already have ended. Thanks a lot, Cat High, for installing the air-conditioners for us as the first batch, I really like to wait as the other classrooms get converted.I'm sure people all around are laughing at 4-6, 4-7, 4-8, as we're made to look like guinea pigs. OK, I understand that we have the shelter over the porch, but that's hardly a reason to install the air-conditioners for us first, right? Thank for nothing.
Here's a picture of how many other air-conditioners they have to install before we even get to have sex in an air-conditioned classroom:
I wish this isn't the truth, really. But the ugly truth just has to surface, thanks for nothing.
Anyway, being 4-7(read: random), those random classmates of mine started playing with movie titles, adding the affix 'between your legs'. And titles such as 'A series of unfortunate events', 'Jurassic Park', 'Romeo must die', etc etc all popped up. Here's the list written on the white board:
And because Yap Chien forced me to get 'scolded' with Ms Chow to hand in the 'proposal' for the 'leadership camp' in March, I went, and took pictures of the 'proposal' which the Part Cs painstakingly drew up:
I can really see the effort they put in with this single sheet of paper in which they call a 'proposal'. I'm very much touched by their sincerity and the immense efforts they used to paint together a better future for NCC(L). Thank you, proposal makers.
Anyway, during bio lessons just now, Ms Saras managed to make nearly all of us cringe with videos in youtube. The videos really put into perspective how much my mother must have suffered while giving birth to me, as I know that I weighed...3.7kg at birth. And I think my head was damn big(to house my big brain). Like Marcus(my son) said, 'I love my mother'. I think I love my mother even more now.
And it really looks damn pain, and the word 'tear' was used on some tissue in the female reproductive organ. Wah...seriously, what Ms Saras said is true, that I won't dare to mess around with girls. Not that I would before I was shown these videos anyway.
I think mothers are all very noble as they gave birth to us after like woohoo! 9months of pregnancy, and so, to all those who says that they hate their mothers, my middle finger salutes you.
And one more thing: Most people who cut themselves are female. I don't really know lah, but I don't know of any guys who self-mutilates. And females bleed enough every 28days liao, still cut for what?! I'm feeling dang pain now for some inexplicable reason. Urgh. I think I can understand better why girls have the right to PMS. I think I regret taking bio. So many inconvenient truths.
And I think the Big O's stress is hitting me quite hard. I had a nightmare in which I got back my O's certificate and I didn't count, but I got an L1R5 of 17. The best score was an A2. I'm really scared that this would come true. A 17 can't get me anywhere good.
Therefore, I think I'd limit my computer time, since the computer gets me nowhere. I always said that results don't matter, I don't want to study, but I realized something: I don't want to get an L1R5 of 17 either. Therefore, I'd stop procrastinating, and study harder, in school and at home, and limit myself to...3hours of computer each day. Which is quite an improvement already lor! 8PM-11PM, kill me if I come online any earlier.
OK no wait my resolve isn't that strong and I don't want to die young. I take back my words. But seriously I think I should change my lifestyle. I often get home at 3PM+, near 4, and I should study from then till 8. And shit and take my shower and all.
I think 3hours of study per day would do me good. I love myself.
I really want a straight line for my O's cert, just to show that I can have one.
Never mind, I think this post is fucked because there are too many pictures.
-- 3/18/2008 10:00:00 PM
My lover, Ah Moon.
Because I'm bored right now at 12.17AM and waiting for my virus scan to finish before shutting down my computer, I decided that it'd be best for me to have sex with my blog by making such a random post.I don't even have a title in mind, so if you readers aren't game for a pointless post, don't read on. Not that my posts have any points anyway; random rantings from a Sec4 Cat High gentleman can't be much of use in present society.
OK talking about society reminds me of a conversation I had, and which I felt quite slighted in. Perhaps I'm oversensitive, but I'm feeling rather fucked. I don't know lah. I can't read your mind, I can't predict your swings, I can't tell when you're going to blow up or something. I'd just treat you as I would normally, because I'm no mood detector. I detect bullshit well, and bullshit normally comes with mood swings, but I'd only treat you like you were bullshitting me, and thus the conversation would turn out damn cold and all.
I don't even know why I fucking care. I don't know why I bother so much when there's nothing much for me to bother about. Or when you don't even want me to bother about you. I don't think it's entirely my fault, but I think I'm pushing all the blame on myself for how things turned out. I seriously don't know what's going on because I'm bad at interpersonal communications.
Gah.
I didn't take the sudden change in the subject of the conversation well either. I don't know why, but I seem to be oversensitive. When I ask a question and the subject is changed, I'd feel as if the question had already been answered, and that I should get lost and out of your life.
Seriously, do you still want me to be concerned, and pick you up whenever you fall? Because if you wish to be cared for, I'd gladly become your Chevalier. You can disown me/call me back anytime, because I'd be at your beck and call. Say, do you want me to care for you still? Do you mind that I've changed quite a bit, many Mondays ago? Do you mind even if we have our daily squabbles, which may turn out heated? Do you love me?
I see you everyday and every night. Even when I sleep, I hold you in my arms. Yet despite all these physical proximity, we're still oceans apart. I really crave for a rare synchronization with you, that you'd really love me as I love you. I really regret the conversation I had with you just now. If I didn't initiate it, you wouldn't either.
I've never taken such a cold tone to you before, and I don't know why. I can bring my heart to dao you, but there's just something that holds me back, or pulls me into typing this blog post which you'd never read. Even after seeing this blog post you won't understand. Words can never express my feelings towards you, no matter how hard I try. There are people who'd smack me right in the head for saying that, but it's either my command of English is too weak or that the whacker of my head has yet to understand the true beauty of love.
No matter how hard I try to convey my feelings to you, you'd just remain as stoned as ever.
Do I truly love you? Is this love? Can love be bought at around $30? Can you not be so stoned?
I don't know..I don't think this is love, because love does not come in the form of a bolster.
Virus scan done. Thanks for reading the above. Yes, I named my bolster 'Ah Moon', because I love the moon. And it doesn't help that I'm schizophrenic and talk to my bolster all the time.
You should feel disturbed by the fact that I'm a schizophrenic patient who is in love with a bolster. Being a horny, virile young man, I think you can imagine the amount of love I make to Ah Moon all the time. This is one of the reasons why I never allow my friends' entry to my house. I don't need them to know what I always do behind the locked door.
I don't even know why I'm blogging about my favourite pastime, but I think that I really love her too much and that I have to blog about her to dispel my 'orgy of emotions' that's stopping me from sleep. That apostrophe-ed phrase was kouped from Joshua Wu, who felt that that's the best way to describe a random mixture of emotions of different proportions.
Nah just joking. I did mention that this post would be random, and that it's to help me pass time, so if you did believe that I blogged about my bolster because of my orgy of emotions, you're fucked.
Just joking, that was mean. Have a nice day, knowing that you had been tricked by me.
-- 3/18/2008 12:17:00 AM
Ooh Term 2 seh!
Big deal(do). Oh, wow, you're getting closer to the big national examinations in the form of a month-long rape session, otherwise known as the Big O's. Sounds like orgasms to me, not that I mind getting raped by paper. Oh, but then that kind of sex isn't forced on me, and can't be considered rape already.Sian. I did want to get tied up by paper.
Anyway, today marks the start of the first day of Term 2. Which doesn't symbolize much shit, because there wasn't much of a holiday anyway. I don't remember days in which I didn't have to come back to school..oh wait there was Monday. And Tuesday, which I...missed due to my hypothetical dental appointment.
Anyway, it's scary how the big orgasms inch closer to us. I already feel like climaxing, but realized that I have to refine my techniques in order for a better spurt and more enjoyment.
Oh, I was talking about how I shouldn't study. Seriously, what's the point in studying. Can you tell me? Can anyone give me a definite answer? I don't see the point in getting into HCJC or RJC, so it's not much of an incentive for me to work.
And I was thinking a few days back how the carrot-and-stick method doesn't work. Because I'm never tempted by anything. Nothing tempting enough for me to work for though. Yea.
I'm going to target all those with their potential soulmates in those IP schools right now: so what if you manage to get into HCJC and find your ex-Nanyang, now HC girlfriends? Do you really think that they're not kouped yet? If you do manage to end up there, what's the point. You'd stick out like a sore thumb, because that's what you are. Why? Because they already have their own circle of friends, the JC section is just an extension of their influence on all things shitty, and if you really enter, you're rather much fucked. You don't have your friends there, you have to make friends with people who already closed up on you. There's no fun in that.
But then again I stick out like a sore dick. And I think I like such situations in which you don't have to talk to anyone because you're a loner and you're antisocial and rather much of a loser that doesn't have a girlfriend, have yet to get laid, going to die a virgin as the world's going to end in 4years' time, blah blah.
So I think suicide is the only option for me in the face of torture, but I like torture so never mind. Problem is, there's still nothing to force me to work. The carrot-and-stick method won't work because I don't like carrots at all. The only thing that would work is the stick, but I don't think any sticks in the world can destroy my lower body, which is what the Eiffel Tower is made off. Oh wait, it's the Eiffel Tower itself.
Anyway it had no link, and I'm going to enjoy the rest of my evening climaxing.
And our air-cons are fucked. I really think it's more of air con. They're conning us lah, they installed the air-conditioners and I don't think we're allowed to use until all the Sec4 classes get theirs too. So bathically I don't think we'd get to use them until this term is over, since they take around 4weeks for 3classes.
Fucked up.
And I think I have AIDS or something that makes me lethargic nearly all the time. I feel myself sleepy sleepy and sleepy. I fell asleep in school. OK I didn't get enough sleep, but I tried to sleep for only 1hour in the afternoon, but ended up taking 2hours off my timetable. OK I didn't have a timetable.
Never mind. I think that I shouldn't shower for a few days, just to prove my point that males don't give much shit about hygiene. Because I'm ALL MAN, I expect everyone else to follow in my footsteps and boycott all toilet contractors and all. Nah, just joking; I'd have to take my showers when my mum and sis comes back.
Dang sian.
There you go, beloved. Here's a post.
If you have a blog, I'd link to you with hugs and kisses.
I guess I'm gay.
-- 3/17/2008 10:43:00 PM
Blood: Completed.
I haven't actually finished the last 3 episodes lah. Wait. Good things must wait one. I'm going to finish up the last 3 episodes first before finishing up the blogging. I want to capture my feelings towards that anime just immediately after finishing it.Let me predict the nature of my hypothetical words: that I'm rather much in love with the anime and that it's a regret that the show isn't any longer than 50 episodes.
And right now I'm off to finish the anime.
OK I just finished it. OK, like I predicted, I felt a slight tinge of regret at the end of this rather short anime. 50 episodes only leh! But the ending was still..acceptable. It wasn't far from logic. Or at least it wasn't far from the logic of that anime. I shan't spoiler you people, because that'd just turn you off from the anime. It's dang nice, really.
One thing though: the artwork sucks. But ignore the graphics, they don't matter. Look at Runescape. The graphics suck. I still play.
If there's one thing that I regret the most for the characters, it's the Chevaliers. I think that they are dang poor things. Or at least for Diva's side. Never mind, I'm talking Blood, you people don't understand so I'd just shut up. By the way the word chevalier really exists, just that I've yet to know who to be a chevalier for.
Oh and one more thing, Haji is like some freaking noob lah. He keeps getting owned throughout the anime by other Chevaliers, he can go die already.
But the songs used are all nice. I like. OK that was a random piece of information.
Never mind. Anyway, my mother and sister flew to Vietnam. I'm jealous, really. No, I don't like travelling. But I don't like school even more, and so given a choice, I'd rather go attend the wedding than stay and get raped in school by the teachers. Oh but I do want to see whether we'd get our air-cons not.
And the fact that I've yet to touch any homework is depressing me. Seriously, I've never felt this bad before, it's almost as if this one week holiday just passed without my knowledge, because I lived in the world of Blood†
Urgh. Never mind. I shall just go watch porn to alleviate the guilt I have.
They'd be gone for 5d4n I think, leaving me with precious time with the computer. Ohh...goodness knows what I can during these days..
Oh and I went some weird place to do weird stuff with John Ang and Kaishank. I...decline to comment because it's really dang weird for me to do such stuff seeing as I don't step out of my house often. Seriously, I think I'd coop myself at home for the June holidays, not to study but to play the computer. I like my house, and I hate going out. Somehow I'm not normal in this aspect. Others don't like staying at home.
My mother just called. She told me to sleep earlier. How can I, when this is such a beautiful time for me to reflect on my own manliness?
OK that was random. Anyway I went to the airport just now and heard a rather interesting story from my godgrandmother. Here's the explanation for the slow: mother's god mother, so my god grandmother. Anyway, after sending them off I went to hunt for the Changi MRT as I had to get to Orchard. And the hunt led me from T2 to T3 to T1 to T2. Fuck, really. It's a bloody waste of time, and wasting of time is equivalent to suicide, and I really felt like committing suicide there and then. Just joking, I treasure my life too much.
On the MRT, I heard a lot of weird languages. Maybe it's just me, but I...don't really like these foreigners for a reason simple enough: They are talking alien. Why? Because since I am 'ALL MAN', if I can't understand a certain language, ALL MEN can't understand either, and therefore the conclusion that they are aliens can be made.
And we went into the house of condoms, just for fun. There was a poster outside, saying that no one under 18 is allowed. Do I look 18?
Oh and I carried John, a bloody deadweight, for like around 400metres? I can't remember, but it was around Taka to Orchard MRT. Somewhere there. Couldn't move properly for awhile after the ordeal. He's like taller than me. Lucky he's a bag of bones. OK bones are heavy, but he doesn't have meat to accompany so I guess I'm lucky. Once again, I'm trying to show off my mediocre strength: I know of people who can carry around a 60KG flesh bag, which moans in an orgasmic tone whenever you move, as if it's riding you. Just joking, I've yet to know of anyone who'd really dare to do that.
And I'm feeling lethargic almost all the time. I guess I'm really a computer addict now; I'm fucked. I can't seem to get alert at all despite my 10hours of sleep everyday. If I'm Saya, I think I'm approaching my long sleep. The only time I get really alert is when I take my cold shower. It's really exciting, cold showers. I don't know why but they turn me on a lot. OK I don't get erections from it, but I just like the iFea of it. Besides, I'm getting fat, and it says a lot when I get fat. Actually the 2 matters stated above have no link, but I'm just being random; bear with me. Anyway, getting fat bathically it translates into my metabolism rate decreasing, I'm no longer a growing boy, I've matured and should start putting in more effort in studying, should take responsibility for my own actions, blah blah. Sounds tough, really.
I haven't stop growing yet. Don't read the above.
Why do I even care whether I get fat or not? Aye, fuck it, I'd just go back to makan-ing all the junk food available in the absence of estrogen(my mum and sis).
Shit. School reopens tomorrow. Shit. I don't want to die young. I don't want to die a virgin.
Realized something. I think my points of posts are more and more condensed, I don't bother elaborating on a lot of things. I feel as if I'm just patronizing myself, as if this is just homework for me to mark, and that homework can be done in point form. Which reminds me, maybe I'd just write in point form for my English comprehensions from now on. I hope Mrs Yap doesn't mind. Even if she does she'd just scream at me and I think I'd change.
I think.
One more thing: I was posed with this question yesterday. I hardly get dumbfounded. But this question got me tongue-tied, and fingers crossed. OK I wasn't praying, but...never mind. Anyway, what's the most beautiful thing you've ever seen? I got sort of shocked. I didn't know how to reply. There's nothing on Earth that I can't live without. I mean...I don't know lah. I do want to have something in life that I can't live without, but I've yet to find anything like that. I guess I'm simply trying to figure out what I can't live without, and of course I can't live without food, water, oxygen, blah blah. But not pure oxygen, since the stimulus for breathing is carbon dioxide and that breathing pure oxygen would cause your death in a while. Never mind. That was random, but you got the point I hope.
Is there anything beautiful in this world? Family love? Friendship ties? I guess. I don't know lah. But I think the answer for that question is subjective. Gah. Never mind.
I really think that I spammed 'Never mind' a lot in this post. Gah. Never-
-- 3/16/2008 09:20:00 PM
To: Foucault.
First and foremost: be honoured that I'm even giving you an entire blog post of mine. I've never seen anyone so patently stupid and retarded, and having come across such a fine specimen of the homo sapien, I felt impelled to dedicate this blog post to you, loser.Your tag was plain stupid. I did not try to portray myself as a 'fucking hero'. First, there's no such thing as a fucking hero, unless you're a porn star. There's no need for a second point, as your brain would be jammed by the sudden influx of information giving by those few pixels above, and the blinding realization of your folly, and a sudden enlightenment on your part, that you're stupid and that you'd be rendering society useless with your stupidity.
And your suggestion to me seems too stupid to be true, I actually had to pinch myself to make sure that I wasn't dreaming. Seriously, who the fuck would go up to his own principal to slap him, just to prove his manliness? Better still, like I replied on my tagboard, why not jump down the building? Take the plunge! Show the world that you dare to take the plunge. And you'd hit the headlines with that inconsequential life of yours, creating the ninth wonder of the world.
Some random information about me: I don't do things just because people dare me to. For example, you can dare me to steal your balls. I'd do it, not because you dared me to, but because I want to show the world that you have no balls to begin with.
Back to the point. The very fact that you've read my blog posts would mean that you wasted quite a bit of time, more time than me typing. Because I type faster than you read. You're a slow piece of shit.
Oh, I just read a few of your other tags. You know what's offensive content? You. Why? Because being so slow and stupid is offensive.
The problem is, how can you be so certain that I tagged at Elgyn's blog? Just because I use the tag name 'moody' does not mean that I'm the one who tagged at Elgyn's blog, right? One more thing, you presumptuous cock. Even if I did say that Elgyn is gay, I meant it as 'happy', which is what you most probably aren't.
I'd tell you what. You tagged offensively on my tagboard, with the F word. If I choose to be nasty, well, I have your IP address. You want to try me? I can play with you, because I have no life. Play with me lah. Prove that you have no life, BIGGET! Bigget my ass, it's BIGOT. If you can't spell, don't try.
-- 3/15/2008 01:12:00 AM
Mud PT finally.
But first I must talk about the cute auntie in the primary school stall. The burger-selling auntie. She's damn cute, and Bryan flirts with her on a daily basis. Scary, really. But I think she's quite fun, serious. Very humourous and expressive in her views. Colourful language, too. Would really patronize her stall when possible, and when have to go back for remedial sessions and all.Now back to mud PT leh. After, like, so many weeks of all talk and no cock. And it's just exclusively for the Part As and Bs. It's fun, and we had the dunking session and all after and during the mud PT itself. It's fun, dragging people into the sand pits. I didn't get dunked though. And Li Song also. Because we were busy organizing the dunking victims, and in the furore created, we were more or less neglected as the main perpetrators of this nonsense, and once the negligence is in place, people can't be bothered and would rather enjoy and not think and just listen to the commands of Li Song as to who to victimize next.
And I did push-ups just to get water on my front. When that happened, I can go around hugging people, spreading the joy. If I can't bring them to the water, I can bring the water to them.
And we had a short break, in which we played a bit of kampong soccer(too many people) in the mud. I played the slide-in-the-mud game, a game many don't dare to play. And the entire soccer game ended rather hastily as the javelin people came, and we don't want to get speared.
Went for a quick shower. Real quick. I drenched myself with that shower tap. Which wasn't much of a shower tap as a hose. I got my whole body wet and walked out dripping with water. Sexy.
And then we had the second part of the training, which was damn fucked up due to a few reasons:
1) I didn't wear socks. Now I have a blister, because wearing boots without socks would propel you to greater heights in the retardedness spectrum.
2) Their attitude sucks. They can't fucking lock their arms, and many people had the attitude face and attitude attitude, and they can't wear their berets without looking like some random-assed monkey.
3) I found out that I'm fucking vulgar.
I think point 3 is the most valid point I've ever seen in my entire life.
And then the votes for the posting, and then calls for pizza. It's fun, I like having pizza in school. And we're given 3.2pieces of pizza each. We settled the disputed pieces by blackjack. Oops, cards in school, death ensues. And that rhymes. Yap Chien and I got 19points and we shared one entire piece, woohoo! The next one was dismembered by the 5man-party. Lucky us.
Talking about Yap Chien reminds me of his message on Thursday. He reminded me of training today, and I replied with 'Received, with love.' And he replied with 'You replied! You wasted a message.'
Damn effing cute. I'd be in love with him if I'm not gay. Oh wait. I'm in love with him.
And a lot of weird random things happened in the daidee games that ensued. Like, mixing of HzO apple with Pepsi, and consumption.
My throat is sore already.
Then went to shit at J8. Quick release.
Met up with Wai Kit and took 88. Bryan, Beloved, and me.
Which reminds me of the bus ride. Saw 2 gangs. Or at least people that resembled hooligans from 2 different areas. Or something along those lines.
It's very easy to discern a paikia and a normal human. Firstly, normal humans would have an intelligence of at least 3 digits. Paikias can hardly hit 90. And normal humans won't be loud and obnoxious, and wouldn't blast their music out loud for the whole bus to cuss at. And normal humans wouldn't pierce the area between the lower lip and the chin, and pull it out at random just to show that they had been bukkaked by idiots, and decides to put stupid metal devices on every inch of their skin that's not already occupied by rotting flesh. Stupid, really. Perhaps I'd pierce myself, if you give me millions of dollars, but I think I'd prefer not to. Millions nia, next time burn to you.
Anyway, paikias are easy to discern from the normal crowd. They stick out like sore thumbs. There you go, easy tips on survival on bus 88. Bus 88 seem to always have such occurrences. Weird.
And there's no dental appointment after all. No timeslot available for me; I wasted a lot of time. So I decided to walk home, and watched as 4 other bus 88s rolled pass me in an agonizing fashion.
Throughout the walk home(quite short, around 10bus stops), I was thinking that I could never die of dehydration in this 30minute long walk. I can't dehydrate when I got like 7bottles of isotonic drinks. But it's for the same reason that I got shacked out; 7*0.5=3.5kg of weight in the bag for water alone. And I was sleepy, and I wasn't wearing shoes, and my shoes were in the bag, and thanks for reading my excuses for my pathetic physical condition.
Never mind. I'm quite sleepy. I'm amazed that I can still type this much. I mean, I didn't really get to sleep yesterday. Or rather, I chose not to.
I think there'd be a Chinese remedial tomorrow. I think I'm not going. Running a fever.
Coughs.
It's a convincing(and true) reason, because everyone with fever would stay up till 1.05AM just to spend precious reflex time on typing this stupid stuff for fuck.
Coughs.
Now I got a cold, lagi better. I'm just lacking an MC.
-- 3/15/2008 12:01:00 AM
I am scum.
Somehow, I've been associated with being scum. That's not the main point. The main point is that I think I'd like to be likened to scum. I mean, it'd be fun. People take one look at you and run away. Your best friends are rats. I mean the real kind of rodent, the household pest, the type that would make your mother squeal in delight/fright because females are scared of household pests.And having a rat as your best friend would rule. You won't ever know if it turns out to be Peter Pettigrew, however you spell his name. I'm referring to the guy in Harry Potter. Anyway that's beside the point. I don't know, but I was fantasizing about how cool it'd be if I were considered scum. I'd walk around in rags, rape any random girl and get away, drink my life away, be without worries and let my great brain lay to waste, blah blah. It's fun, really. I was on my way to the kitchen to get a banana to makan when all these took place in my brain. And I really thought that maybe it'd really be fun. I'm serious. That way, you don't even have to deal with humans anymore, because humans are complex creatures and don't make the best of friends as rodents, or dogs. That's why they say that dogs are man's best friend. Or something along those lines.
I say, fuck you. You have to feed dogs. Rats don't need to be fed; they'd eat into your face anyway, as shown in 1984.
Rats are man's best friend. Kicks in the crotch would be awarded to anyone who disagrees.
Back to the random fantasizing. If I ever meet Elgyn in any random dark alley, you'd be sure that he'd cry to Mr. David Chen, telling him that he'd been raped and thrown $5 to. A second $5 case, and it's committed by me. It's fun, really. I can feel my Eiffel Tower quivering in anticipation at what's to become of Elgyn when I'm done. I'd make sure that I fill his entire rectum, large intestine, up till the duodenum. Sounds fun.
All this for $5.
And here's his blog. http://elgy-n.blogspot.com/
And one more thing: http://redsports.sg/2008/03/03/redsportsvi-volleyball-boys/
Vote for Qing Shan. I don't know what's this for, but you got nothing better to do anyway. might as well vote.
And I watched DGM74 already. And am going to watch the 10PM show.
Primary school canteen damn fun, I like. I guess I'm really a paedophile.
-- 3/13/2008 09:58:00 PM
The fiasco.
I hate people with changing IP addresses. It's a bastardly cheaty way to get past megaupload.com and I like it. But that's my exclusive right, and that's the main reason why today's counter shot sky high.Because some guy who professes to be 'passerby' doesn't know that he can choose to refresh only the tagboard itself, and not the entire fucking blog of mine, and his changing IP address resulted in my counter's sudden increase. Sky high, and it shouldn't be.
Never mind. Anyway his thoughts were true. I think everyone tagging in the 'battle' knows it already, just that it's not the point of the debate--the argument had no fucking point at all.
And he resorted to spamming, something I hate. OK it'd be better if it's the funny kind of spam, but it isn't even funny. The world would be better off without such half-arsed attempts at lame-ness, and I hope he chokes.
I've never directed a single post at any single person. OK, except Dennis, but Dennis is an exception. But this is to you, and I'm not going to name you. Don't be such a lame piece of shit. You're older than me. Reflect.
I thought there'd be a point in the entire argument because it'd be much funner with someone who's actually trying to be neutral although he's on the other side of the fence, but alas(tair), I was wrong.
I ended up banning his IP address. And I got banned myself, for inexplicable reasons. I don't know either, but I accidentally deleted all tags during the apocalyptic battle. OK it's just a tagboard. Never mind. It was really an accident, but I won't bother apologizing. This is my blog and I'd do as I fucking well please.
But do carry on the 'debate', I enjoy the exchange of words.
On a much lighter note, I think I'm being forced to show the contents of my bag. It's humiliating, really. I don't want my teachers to know that I bring Lust, Caution to school everyday. And having Brokeback Mountain in your bag can lead to thoughts of me being gay. And I have a GBA and it's charger in my bag. And an umbrella which I don't use. There you go, 5 things. Oh wait, fuck the Lust, Caution. It's not here..and I don't have a condom to show. Oh, but I got beyblades.
Here's a picture:
Prominent, no? But Brokeback Mountain was fucking slow and boring. It'd be more impressive if I have a condom to show, but alas, I don't have the privilege. Although I did come across innocent Durex-blue packages lying around..
Never mind. I shall just log off now and watch my drama.
Enjoy. I downloaded all the episodes of Blood† and I don't think I'd blog anytime soon. I only had 5hours of sleep. OK this might be considered a lot for some of you, but it's not for me, and being a pampered asshole I shall finish the drama serial and sleep.
-- 3/12/2008 09:44:00 PM
Ghost Bus.
OK so I missed my bus 156. I saw it racing away from me from afar, and I knew that there's no point running to catch it. And so I made my slow walk over to the J8 bus stop.An another 156 came along just when I reached. That means that bunching would have occurred if my bus came like 1minute earlier. Which is very exciting, really. I mean...yea.
Anyway, there's like only one middle-aged woman on the bus. And me. And the bus just kept moving and moving and moving, turning into bus stops, only to be rejected as there is no potential passenger. And I got my hopes high up because I wanted to be the only passenger. 45cents for chartering an entire bus, beat that! But when the auntie alighted, an ah pek came =.=
And more ensued after this disaster. The peak of the number of passengers in the bus hit only 9. And I'm rather happy, because the entire bus ride took only... 188+230+165+277+283+223+223+244 seconds. Oh, add another...30seconds, because I lagged in starting the songs.
That's like, woohoo 30.55minutes. Which is quite impressive, considering the speed of the driver(he's quite old. Not that I got anything against old people, but he drove quite slowly), route(156 is usually quite busy), and many other forgotten factors.
I likened the bus to some sex service provider. Every time the driver turns into the bus stop, it's as if the bus is offering sex to the waiting customers, but in this case, my bus isn't sexy enough. It kept getting rejected.
And because there were so few people, I called the bus the ghost bus. Or phantom, if you prefer it that way. Your choice, really. Anyway, it's fun, and I'd love to take such a bus again.
Thank you for reading an entire article about how a ghost bus ride influenced me into typing this piece of shit out. And have a nice day, and try to ignore the fact that you just wasted 3minutes reading this entire blog post, as the fact that I wasted your time can piss you off. Sorry for the inconvenience.
-- 3/12/2008 11:37:00 AM
49, 50.
I'm still trying to download the last 2 episodes of that anime, but my ever-changing IP address isn't helping--it seems as if I'm jumping from one bad IP address to another. By the way, if you don't know how does downloading from megaupload work, don't talk.Talking about IP addresses just reminds me of IP. Integrated Program. Pangsai. I've always stressed that there are 2 sides to a coin, and that both has its pros and cons. But as can be seen by my severely mutilated piece of shit that's called 'tagboard', we can see the conflict of ideologies. This reminds me of Korea. Geez, I guess MOE did a great job with the segregation of us and the IPers and GEPers. See, now it's a battle between Cat High and IP. Of course, the IP side would lose, because of 2 reasons:
1) They don't have enough people. See, it's like uhh...I don't know. I have yet to enter the fray officially. Not because it's not exciting, mind you. It's just that I like to 隔岸观火 and would love to see the IPers get exhausted before joining in the fight. Just joking. It's just that I'm lazy and would rather spend more time watching Blood† than pointless squabbling on a tagboard. I say it's pointless because I don't pay for my tagboard--it can only save up to 100messages, and delete. If so, then what's the whole fucking point? This leads me to my second point:
2) Cat High is full of clever people. OK, maybe it does have its fair share of stupid/gay/eunuch-like people. People like Eljinn(I don't know how to spell) takes the cake. Anyway, the people tagging here are the cleverer lot, because I don't talk to stupid people. And so it's just 2 IPers VS. some very clever Sec4s of Cat High. What are the odds? And the 'quality, not quantity' shit doesn't work here, because we are of a 'superior breed'.
I have yet to try canvass for support, but it's not below me. I'm not going to, though. I can't be bothered. I really need to finish Blood†.
But a certain tag touched a raw nerve, and my reflex arc was activated. But I managed to cool myself down, because being competent in controlling my emotions and all is part and parcel of being DA MAN. But I like this war, it makes my tagboard livelier. And I like the smell of gunpowder, it just turns me on in the weirdest of ways.
Don't look at me like that. I just like the firing of words at each other.
Oh and let me make a simple analogy. The GEPers are the members of the Inner party. 5% I think. The IPers are the members of the Outer party. 15%? And the O's students are the Proles. Yes, I'm talking in 1984 terms. Anyway, we are like the bulk. Without us, the others would collapse. Want to try? Let's just talk about sheer strength. If all the O school students were to come together and attack to bring down the walls of HCI, barehanded, it won't be much of a problem. And we do know how to operate cranes and all. OK we don't, but we can learn. Ah shut up =.= I don't know what the hell am I talking about already. Anyway, just bear in mind that intelligence does not come in the form of a PSLE score of 250++
Wait. We do have 250++ students too..never mind. If the people in the past did well without IP, why can't we? Being an elitist moron doesn't help much. Yes, I'm on the side of where I'm on, but I don't want this fight to end anytime soon. I want to know more about what the IP students go through, so that I can laugh. Or laugh bitterly, but at least my lungs would be working harder than they are now.
Geez. I like warring. Shit. Must be the effect of clan wars.
Oh. Have you ever wondered why I've yet to put my blog URL on my MSN? It's because this blog is just an accessory, an extra source of knowledge for someone who wants to know more about me and how my reflex arc works. If I were to put this up on my MSN, it'd become as if it's part of my life, and part of my virtual existence on the web. I don't need people to gain access to my blog that easily. I'd rather people ask and I give. People who put their blog URLs on their nicknames/personal message, more often than not, expects the people on their MSN contact list to simply view their blogs. These people usually have nothing much to say and so I won't bother with them much. Unless they tell me personally, and that's a different story altogether.
Either way, the main point here is that whatever I blog about might not really reflect what I think; it only reflects my thoughts at the time of writing and posting. Therefore, it's crap most of the time. If you want to think of me the same way as you think of my blog, so be it. I don't really care already then.
I'm really a very nice guy in real life. Serious.
And it's time to sleep anyway. I have school tomorrow. =.= oh I need to charge my phone, I need to charge my GBA, I need to...muahaha.
-- 3/12/2008 12:40:00 AM
The Arena?
I'm not going to apologize for my MIA-ness, because I don't have to. And it's something serious, really. I'm metamorphosing into something that I never was, due to the excess thyroxine produced by my thyroid gland.I think I should be shot now, because I don't want to become a failed mugger. Let's see..I fell asleep while trying to study bio. Dang fun, really. I set the alarm clock to wake me up at 4.30PM, and I woke up, really. But I decided that I'm not in the study mood, and fell asleep almost immediately. I didn't even reply an SMS because I was too sleepy. Sleepy or tired, whichever is your choice. I can't be bothered with a debate on that matter.
Anyway, I really can't study for nuts. I don't want to, either. It's amusing, really.
Oh yea, my tagboard seems to be buzzing with activity over the IPer tag. I'm getting really amused. I mean, I treat my blog like some rubbish bin--I vent my anger on it, and whatever posts I bang out don't go through conscious thought. So if you people want to think that I bother listing out my thoughts in order, and that I make a conscientious effort in blogging, I'm sorry to disappoint you, but you are wrong. I simply bang out posts if I have the mood to, and if I don't have the mood to, I won't.
Gah. I think I mentioned the anime Blood† before, right? It was really boring at the start. But now it's damn exciting. I can't stop myself from watching. But it only has like 50episodes and it's a bloody waste because I'd feel that raw sense of loss at every end of any anime that I really like. Urgh. I'm not emotional, but I've yet to really understand and realize the truth, that 天下无不散之宴席. I don't know. I guess I'm just being humane.
I haven't thought of a post title yet. I don't want to think either, I only have like 15minutes before I go offline to watch some show on Channel U. Revolving doors of vengeance or something. Hong Kong drama. Always enjoyable.
Oh yea, something about debating, since The Arena's all the rage now or something of similar magnitude.
Just in case anyone gets offended by my next part and my take on debating, here's a disclaimer--I don't moderate my blog posts and I just like to rant and type out what I feel, and I hope you won't get too uptight or hate me for it. I know I'm a detestable character, but I don't want anyone to hate me because of my take on debates.
I don't know what's so good about a bunch of people talking. I mean, if you want to talk, go coffee shop also can, right? There's no point in organizing an entire competition for the sake of talking and arguing over points that wouldn't help in present society. Face it--when was the last time an argument you had with your friend made a positive change in your life? It's still the same isn't it? Tell me then, what's the point of getting into such a senseless 'debate'? Debating is really just an euphemism for quarrel. OK maybe I'm being a bit too critical, but I'd rather watch Blood† then watch a debate. Or take part in one.
No one cares when you form a debating team and take it to Channel 5, the president or prime minister won't watch it. And even if they do, they won't bother implementing your iFeas and all, because..never mind.
Take me for example. I posted that haircut article, and guys who read it still wants to leave their hair long. Face it--no one's going to change anything just for a few minutes of heated argument you have with someone else, and that's why I won't bother trying to sway your opinion on most things. Because if that's your take on the matter, that's that. I won't bother changing it as long as it doesn't hurt me.
Oh and one more thing--their advertisement. They mentioned something about 'It's not just a debate. It's a performance.' I really don't see a point in watching such a performance, because if it really is a performance, most things would probably be planned already. If the winner is already decided, then there's no point watching the saliva-spitting fiasco. It'd be the same as the WWE, or whatever it's called now. It's just senseless, because the winner is already decided, and the people getting 'thrashed' are just sidekicks. And they had the gladiator-like superfluous bullshitty outfits that pisses me off whenever I see that eyesore on TV mobile on 88. Or 156. Or any bus with TV. Seriously, I don't know why but they are like trying to cheapen the entire thing. Not that it had much of a value in the first place, but still, I don't think a negative value has any aesthetic appeal.
It's not a debate if it's a performance, and that alone would stop me from watching the show.
Time to go liao. Show started, 7minutes ago. I think I'd blog again when I'm done with watching all 50episodes. I'm only at...33?
-- 3/10/2008 09:28:00 PM
Cat High students suck.
So does students from other schools. We are not talented, because talent comes in the form of 250++ for PSLE, and an admission to an IP school.Seriously, we are a bunch of suckering losers, so why don't we just give up studying, because studying isn't our forte? And we might as well kill ourselves, because being untalented, placid and stupid people aren't meant to be alive in this world full of intelligent people who wouldn't be bothered with us.
Fuck SPH. Wait, I'd take back my words. I guess that would be rather much of a seditious statement, since SPH is controlled by the government. And SPH might not be nice to fuck in the first place. And I'm not gay.
I'm seriously considering boycotting the entire paper, since it's so FOS. I mean, this is only one example. If we had to find all the politically wrong stuff in any one particular paper, we might have to take more than one blog post.
And this was one of the headlines, too. Seriously, I think the marketing manager has some mental problems. I've never seen anyone so patently stupid. They don't think that people who buy The Straits Times have children? And that only around 5-10% makes it into IP schools? If I were a parent, and my child was in Cat High, I'd be so pissed I'd lodge a complaint, and maybe file a lawsuit against this piece of literal shit.
Here's a picture to explain my ire:
I do have quite a few IP friends, and they are smart and all. But talented? Yea, but I'm not? I mean, if I'm not, then why are you even reading my blog in the first place? Fuck off, I'm not talented, I'm a piece of shit, I'm not worth mentioning, I'm in Cat High, the supposedly dumb school because we don't have direct admission to any random JC. I'm stupid, and therefore my English and blogging style is not good enough for you to read and you should really consider the magical Alt+F4 combination that would allow you to escape this worst piece of literary bullshit ever perpetrated on mankind.
FUCK OFF LAH.
Seriously, are they even using brains? Did they think that we don't read newspapers, and that even if we did we'd miss the headlines? And that we are illiterate and don't know that they are trying to suan us? Don't they think that suicide is the only form of release from their bodies which have brains so stupid and retarded that talking to them would lower your intelligence?
I remember Bryan was telling me something against arguing with idiots: Don't argue with idiots. They would drag you down to their level, and beat you with experience.
I seriously don't know why am I even typing this post out, but I guess the cold shower I took after my shit didn't help much.
If I had Bankai, I'd have destroyed my entire neighbourhood, and perhaps take out Mas Selamat Kastari which may be hiding in some dark corner. But I realized that I might make friends/out with any random neighbours, so I shunpo-ed over to Russia and back in time to create the nuclear meltdown of the random nuclear powerplant or something along those dangerous lines. I then went to Japan and began the bombing of Nagasaki and Hiroshima. There's no nuclear bomb--only me. My bankai is so powerful, and I'm not talented?
Who's to say that we're not talented? I mean, the IP students are seen as more talented because they have more time to spend on stuff like animal porn and all. They don't need to take O levels, and as such, have more time to spend on honing masturbation techniques. I'm being overly-critical here, and I know that this is blatantly false but I included it because I'm pissed and I hope you people understand that I'm just over-exaggerating(there you go).
I'm not against the IP, but I'm against this stupid article which may begin the start of social ostracism of the mainstream student and the IP ones. I was seriously considering deleting all my IP friends contacts and all, but decided that I was just jesting. I'm not letting any random sentence-long blurb on the papers affect my relationship with my beloved.
I just hope that the SPH would go out of business soon, because they are run by a bunch of dickheads and walking vaginas.
Never mind. Enough about that balls-to-the-wall attitude SPH adopts to its readers. I'd focus on sleeping in class instead. I was sleeping during LDW's Chinese remedial. I don't know why, but I had a nightmare, and woke up. It's the worst way to wake up from sleeping in class. I'd rather get my table slammed by LDW and wake up, but no, I just had to have a nightmare due to the random chemicals in my brain that chose to stay that way to create a bloody nightmare for me. Thanks for nothing. Ah well. At least I have a brain. Urgh. Do we reach a consensus, that nightmares is a worst way of waking up than fire-breathing teachers?
And we can try to ban the production of such dreams, too.
Oh, and the article I shat on just now did something good at the very least. I was getting overly-emotional, slept for awhile on the bus, was groggy, and upon reading the post, much more energized due to the adrenaline pumped in my blood in response to my inexplicable anger(not inexplicable, but I'm just adding it to show that I'm stupid and don't know the definition of the word).
Bastards.
Anyway, here's a picture of Kenneth CHAAAAN's beloved--Mas Selamat Kastari, which he pasted, with deep affections, on our store door:
Speaking of NCC reminds me of the training we had yesterday. After training, at around 8PM, we were emo-ing outside the store. Perry, Wen Xuan and I were admiring the starry night. And Perry's head sorta just leaned on me. I felt loved, and wondered how it'd feel like if it was my hypothetical girlfriend. But then again it's just a hypothetical question--I might get boyfriends instead.
And Eljinn, or however you spell his/her name, was DAMN FUCKING GAY! Urgh. He has beautiful legs, as in, seriously. Aesthetic appeal: 100/100. But he's a guy, and so, too bad. And he runs in a fucking gay way. Although he runs fast, he's gay! Every sign of manliness is somehow diminished to the point of extinction within him. Urgh.
And because I'm pissed I'd go watch anime, or do something historical. As listed above, I have the power to go back in time, bankai, and nuke everything I don't like. Maybe you won't find yourself existing tomorrow, but you won't know. Oh, I know. I should go back in time and nuke SPH.
-- 3/08/2008 03:15:00 PM