It's heavy.
Damn, I don't have episode 261 and 262. Have to stop for now. I can't jump 2 episodes.Anyway, we had our Chinese full papers. Felt like sleeping in the first quarter, and I did something which most people would be disgusted at, while I find that it's perfectly normal and rather ingenious of me. Making use of my knowledge of the male anatomy, I made myself a rhinoceros and sobered up. I think I'm damn clever lah, if not I'd have fallen asleep already. Not that I'd gain extra marks by doing more, the paper was rather..difficult.
I had the urge to go to the toilet to do special business (not egestion or excretion), but I managed to contain my urge. I had my papers to finish.
Yea, so much for an exciting paper. Had training after that. Quite fun, really. We haven't had a drills session for a long time, all of us Part Ds. Sad for people who didn't come, they missed out a lot of fun. Never had a training session as fun as this. You don't normally see people using handphones randomly, joking with the person drilling you, blah blah. It was slack, yet we managed to drill quite properly. I'm glad. Somehow.
Then YC pumped us. I'm amused by how much my body degenerated, but we tried to taupok him while he's in the push-up position. Damn, I couldn't hold him down well enough. True testament to my degeneration.
Training ended pretty quickly, and played soccer with the NPCC people. Quite fun, and a great game in which they won.
Had Chinese remedial yesterday. Turned up half and hour late, and they didn't do anything. It was crappy, the new China teacher was talking to us about the difference between 高等动物 and 低等动物, which I felt was crappy. If I were a beast, I wouldn't even be listening to him talking crap, right? Besides, I was hungry. I would've tried eating him if I were a beast. But because I'm a human, capable of thinking skills, I decided against it. 'One man's meat is another man's poison', and stupidity is poison to me.
I've decided to never attend more than one hour of those weekly sessions. I can't do anything about the morning sessions we have thrice a week, but I would definitely turn up damn late for these Saturday sessions. Or don't turn up at all, classmates could cover me. Or come, take attendance, and go off somewhere to sleep. Or go the primary school canteen to makan breakfast. The possibilities are infinite.
This would be a bit random for people who don't watch/read One Piece. I only added these 2 sentences on hindsight.
Just for randomness' sake, I'm damn pissed off by Usopp. He's a piece of shit. He wants the Going Merry so much that he'd forsake his own nakama? Stupid, it's just a ship that's sinking already. It's OK to be sentimental and all, but to sail in that ship and die when it sinks? It's stupid. So what if the ship loves you back? The best way to return the favour is to not sail on it anymore, so it can lay to rest, so it won't have to be agonized when you drown in it. Damn stupid, only know how to inflict pain on others. Bastard.
And Luffy was damn concise after his duel with Usopp. 'It's heavy.'
Quite the emotional scene, if not for my anger at Usopp. He can't fight for nuts, and he doesn't have nuts either.
Never mind. I'd go back to watching One Piece. I already had 261 and 262, they were hiding in my received files =.= Shank sent them to me last night or something already. Dang. Never mind, at least I did something very constructive, like blogging.
-- 4/27/2008 07:59:00 PM
Carrots.
I was eating some carrot just now during dinner, and felt that I just had to blog about carrots. Just joking, it's meant to be an excuse to get online earlier. Not that I need an excuse.Anyway, I think that most parents would've told their children that eating carrots is good for eyesight. Right? And if we ask them why, there's no answer. If there is, it might come in this form:
Rabbits eat carrots too, that's why their eyesight is good.
And joke books often have this sort of jokes too.
Q: Why are carrots good for eyesights?
A: Rabbits eat them, that's why they don't wear spectacles.
OK it's about the same. Anyway, I was eating while thinking of shit. I believe that mud skippers eat shit. They don't wear spectacles. So should we eat shit?
And I'd add in more shit just because I can. I should weaken a mud skipper's eyesight, and make it wear contact lenses. So I can safely conclude that shit-eating people wear contact lenses? Weird innit?
Just joking, I know it's just a bluff to get picky children to eat their carrots. Just felt random.
Has anyone read about the randomness of Malaysian politics? Having a blog is a prerequisite to...I forgot all those election jargons. Never mind.
It's just stupid. I won't say whether it would be a success or a failure, because there's no point in predicting, and making a wrong prediction would make me look like some presumptuous dick. Not that I mind, but I don't see a point in people making a conclusion that I enjoy making asses out of you and me.
Anyway, I'd just say that it's damn stupid. Politicizing blogging does not equate to more votes towards the blogger himself. Boring. It's just food for thought. Not that I'm hungry right now, but that you people might be mentally-food-deprived, and I'm being a nice guy here.
Bottom line is: Who would bother reading? Or believing what they read? Never mind.
Oh yea. A lot of things happened yesterday. I think that typing that kind of shitty ordeal here would be rather humiliating/insulting to the victim himself. Not that I mind spreading the word, but that I don't want to be seen as some vicious backstabber or saboteur (though there's not much to sabotage). It's just quite freaky. I really feel sorry for him.
But I'm a hypocrite, so don't count on it.
Back to watching One Piece.
-- 4/24/2008 06:34:00 PM
Wet dream in school?
Fun isn't fun if you have to fight for it. I had a rather disgusting experience on having to fight for my share of fun a few days back, and I'm regretting my actions. I don't regret having to fight for the fun, but I regret going out in the first place--One Piece awaits.I almost had a wet dream in school. But the female lead (not Pb, I know it's lame) character chose to disappear, and yea, it was disgusting. All that suspense for nothing. I know it was quite disturbing to have read the above, and I apologize to you now. But really, you should have known that I'm a rather vile and villainous character, and that my blog has almost no content at all. It's best to avoid rawr-barney.blogspot.com
Anyway, I think I should be quite disgusted at myself. I should be watching One Piece now. Damn. But really, I need a break for awhile, and talk about certain stuff that upsets most people. You may disagree with me, but you don't have rights to your own opinion on my blog, so if you want to rant about how my opinions suck and whatnot, do so on your own blog. My tagboard is clean and guilt-free.
But of courset, I can't just put forth my opinions blatantly. So I shall use what my father said to me when I was still a kid. OK I'm still a kid, but a more humble kid. I know it makes no sense, don't remind me. Oh and I don't quite understand my father at times. He has mood swings, very much like most other fathers. I guess males PMS more than females, although it's biologically impossible for men to have sore breasts, because we could, at most, have moobs. Moobs = man boobs. Or something along those lines; I'm sidetracking.
Back to the point.
He drew a pyramid, and told me that the pyramid was made of bricks. Or stones, I can't remember such minor details--forgive me. Not that I'm asking for your forgiveness, but that I'm a hypocrite and asking for forgiveness seems to be the best thing to do. Anyway, he told me that the whole pyramid is made of the same bricks and all. However, some of the bricks are hidden from view, while only a minority can be seen from the surface. I saw no moral values to be gained from this weird analogy, so I spoke my mind about that. And he told me that the pyramid is very much like our present society; that only the top gets to be seen and recognized and gain public acknowledgment. while the other people can only be stepping stones for the people at the top of their heads. Bathically, he just wanted me to study hard and get better results so that I'd be on top of everyone else in this pyramid of a society.
I didn't see a problem being the foundation. Really, I didn't. I don't mind staying hidden from view, I don't mind toiling away while not having any recognition and all.
Most people do, however. And I do agree with their points.
But this is life. Like it or lump it. Just be contented with what you have. At least you made something a success. It's something to be proud of. There's no need to take it as a form of bashing for your ego.
At least you know that you did something, that you made a change, that you helped make something a success. For that you can feel proud already.
Others would say that I've never taken in the view from the top of the pyramid, therefore I won't know how it feels like to be sucked back into the dull interior. I don't know, I'm a humble man. But everyone at the top deserves to be at the top. Not that the people below them aren't deserving, but maybe they are more suited to assist rather than perform? Either way, there's no point in feeling dejected or anything. What's done is done.
You can treat stuff like sweeping the floor as a chore. You can treat it as a hobby too. I enjoyed sweeping the floor last time. I still do.
It's just the way you perceive things. Some people think that it's saikhang, some people think it's the best treatment.
I shall end off this post abruptly by saying that I'm going for the best possible treatment available for me as of now, which would translate into watching One Piece, and enjoying TONY TONY CHOPPER's cuteness.
-- 4/22/2008 08:26:00 PM
Chopper hunt (1)
As you people probably already know, I've been sort of sucked into a Tony Chopper fever. I think it'd kill me soon, because, well, it just would. I can't get him out of my head. Yes, it's a male reindeer, and an anime character. Someone kill me please. I don't want to die melting.Disclaimer: This would be some random rantings of a guy who's about to turn gay and indulge in bestiality, so people who cannot tahan, please, don't read on. But I know you people would read on no matter the contents. It's obvious, you people are interested in the conversion of a normal testosterone-filled guy into a guy who goes gaga over a cute anime character, who isn't even a human. Not even female. It's a freaking male reindeer. I think I'm scary, really.
Was at Dhoby Ghaut just now. Went to PS to makan dinner, and find Chopper at Comics Connection. Disappointing, the guy at the corner referred us to Sunshine plaza or something. He drew us a map. By 'us', I mean Chongxin, Shank and me. I sort of memorized the map easily (due to my fervor to find Chopper stuffed toys and plushy-es), and we set off to hunt for him. Chopper hunt! Sexciting! Yea. So we rushed to find him, before the shops close down.
We found a shop after a long time, and DON'T HAVE! So I think I'm going there next week or something, just for chopper. I love him too much. I don't know why, I love him too much.
Shit. I can't even watch a single episode of One Piece if it contains Chopper. Which would contain Chopper, seeing as he's part of the crew. So how? Die.
By 'can't even watch a single episode', I mean that I can't watch a single episode without going gaga over how cute he is, how sexy he moves, the cute sound effect whenever he walks in his small human form. Whatever you call it. Really, he's irresistible. I always have the urge to prt scr and save any random pictures of him rolling around, blah blah. He's effing cute!
I think everyone knows that I'm a very manly person. I mean, the hair on my legs would be a true testament to my manliness, and I know most people are envious of me, that's why they'd want to insult me and degrade me just to cover up their insecure dicks. Really, I'm can't be bothered with such people. And some people would argue that if I can't be bothered, why would I even post this in the first place. Well, I'm only bothered enough to type a few sentences regarding those shits. So I'm done.
The above would lead to my following point, why I'm so in love with Chopper. The reason is would be given: I don't know. One would always think that a manly person such as myself would never fall prey to cuteness and such stuff. But really, I'm melting. Or I melted. I don't know. I'm rather screwed by him, and I don't even know why.
People would think that I'm gay, and I'd agree. Die already. Everyone keesiao already. Die. And to prove that I'm really keesiao, here are two pictures of Tony Chopper, the one I love:
I think I'm really screwed. Anyway, I think that whenever I upload, it'd be about Chopper. I'm never angry about anything anymore, since Chopper's with me wherever I go. Sobs, I'm touched. Thanks, Chopper. And no, I'm not talking about helicopters or knives or anything metallic--screw you.
Shit. I think I might as well cut off my sexual reproduction organs and become a fan girl. This would be because there's no such thing as a fan boy.
=.=
Part 2 should come in when I get my beloved.
-- 4/20/2008 11:35:00 PM
Chopper.
I think you people should stop tuning in to my blog. I mean, I'd be missing in action for a few days. Though undoubtedly I'd still pop into my tagboard and rant a bit here and there randomly. And maybe fire off a few posts.After all, I'm less than half way through One Piece. At episode...103 now. So when I'd only be done with it after a few more days and sleepless nights. Have yet to sleep before 1AM these days, with my MSN busy status on.
I hardly put that on, only when I'm watching some full-screen shit. And that applies only to anime and porn, like I've stressed before.
Oh yea, Shank's friendship test was damn fucking hard. As in, it's really random. An unpredictable man. And when I tried to submit my answers, I realized that I needed to sign in to an account and complete the test. And I already had an account, and the option to recover the password was unavailable for the same reason as my blog title: Error 404.
Fuck it. But it was pressurizing, a lot of answers were more or less tikam-ed to the best of my random-ing abilities. Or rather, I tried to predict his randomness. Which was really hard.
Never mind about that.
I wanted to talk about my new-found confidence (or lack thereof), but forget it. I can't be bothered. After all, I still have a lot of work to catch up with. Work = One Piece.
Many people think that I'm a fucking slacker. The truth is, I'm only a slacker. I have yet to fuck. Don't accuse me of things I'm not, I'd...sue you for slander/libel! Like anyone cares.
OH YEA! I was reminded of Chopper! This would be some random ramblings of how Japanese dubbers are like damn zai. Its story quite the sad lah. Tear-jerking, as put across by Shank. Really. Quite touching. But then again I've always been a very sensitive (not to mention sweet) guy, so I guess this is rather normal. Watch it yourself if you trust my taste, it's around the 80++ episodes. 10episodes can't kill you. If it does, you're a noob and shouldn't read my blog--I've watched 102 episodes in like one week. Not very hardcore, but a commendable achievement still. I'd get killed by teachers if they read this though.
Many people feel that Pokemon is fun, and Pikachu's voice is damn sweet, kawaii (however you spell it), blah blah. Chopper's voice is supposedly Pikachu's. That's according to Shanks, who got it off the net randomly. And Luffy's voice is some female's too.
And it's quite normal to think that Pikachu's dubber would be some cute under-12 girl, but reality is in stark contrast to fantasy (if you're a bloody paedophile)--she's some woman with 2kids. Again, as according to Shanks.
Really, quite scary.
Another thing to note about these dubbers is how real the voice sounds. It's almost as if the dubbers are experiencing the same things as the anime characters themselves. So for avid fans of hentai, good luck. It really sounds like the real deal though. I really wonder how these people are able to dub without committing suicide. Wonder how much they earn.
Muahaha.
No lah, nothing hidden here: screw you.
If you did think that you found something, I hope you keep quiet.
Because only retards can read this.
Therefore, if you read this, you're a retard.
It's not a sin. You can choose to keep quiet.
Oh yea..I think I'm really like addicted. Somehow I had a dream, and it was about One Piece. See, the effects of chionging anime like some mad cow. Don't learn from me, I'm going to be the most negative of examples, ever. No Sec4 taking O's in the year end would be watching anime a few hours a day. I'm not normal.
Training tomorrow. Last training. Sian. Never mind. Leave the emo bits till after the actual POP.
But then again I do my work in the afternoon, so I guess I'm...going to do just fine. I hope.
Now what? Time to sign off, need to sleep. Not chionging for today, though I feel like it. Be glad I even bothered to type this out, it could've been one episode of One Piece. I'm doing you a favour. Hope you enjoyed. Yea. And I most probably won't go around reading other peoples' blogs, don't have the time to. Really have to finish my 'work'. I'm a busy man.
-- 4/17/2008 11:52:00 PM
EMCEEPEE!
I'm quite proud of what I've managed to achieve today. Or rather, yesterday, Sunday.I did my E maths TYS paper...2001. And a half-done for 2002.
And then I managed to memorize the prophase, metaphase, anaphase, telophase. And cytokinesis. Or at least I got the order correct. I think.
And then I fell asleep.
Hell yeah, I should uphold my standard as a 'Master' in biology. An honorary title given to geniuses such as myself.
Never mind, I don't really care anyway. Would rather watch porn or something.
And I just realized how painful life is without One Piece. I did well without it last time, but now that I'm waiting for the episodes to come from Shank, it's quite painful. Gah.
I think polls should be held on whether LDW is a good teacher or not. I don't know, but I don't think he's one. That's for sure. My sister was telling me how her class petitioned against a math teacher, but the cher stayed on anyway. Nothing changed, everything remained shitty, the school remained that way, blah blah. No point in making polls and getting our voices heard--they hear, they listen, but they don't care.
You'd only get into more troubles, get screwed, die during O's, get detentions, and blah blah. The list above is not exhaustive--schools can be quite hard when dealing with dissidents.
And they say that the Sec4s are privileged. Bullshit.
Nevertheless I love Cat High. Somehow. If the removal of LDW from the school does come through, I'd fellate anyone. As long as I don't get any STDs.
I forgot what I wanted to say already. Except that I'm rather screwed because I haven't done the LDW homework, someone stole my two Chinese workbook shits, blah blah.
Damn. If he's reasonable I'd have to buy the 2 books again and start from scratch, but I'm itching anyway so I guess I wouldn't mind.
I owe a lot of homework still. I need sleep, then I'd wake up a better person 5hours later. And then chiong my work in the one hour we have before class starts.
But shit--LDW. Morning lessons.
What the fuck. Never mind. I won't die of it.
But I'd die of hunger, which is what I'm suffering right now. Never mind.
I've been dubbed as an MCP. I don't think I care anyway.
-- 4/14/2008 12:03:00 AM
Summarize shit.
Ooh, last training next week for us.I don't want to say anything, because there's no need for words. Nor can I bring myself to say anything.
But I guess I'd feel very empty for the rest of my Fridays. I don't know, we've been having trainings for like almost every week. And then we'd head out for dinner, and more often than not, end up home at 11PM.
And school normally ends at 1.40PM, so I'd really quite lost trying to make up for the sudden 9hours of free time. What am I supposed to do during those 9hours? Study?
Shit. Let's just leave the emo-ing bit to after POPing.
Oh. And everyone's like breaking apart liao. I mean not really lah, but most people who often stay for dinner just..zao-ed at 4plus. Nothing much to say, because there's nothing wrong. I wanted to zao too.
Anyway, let's go back to talking about LDW, so LDW supporters(if any) should skip this part.
Was sleeping in class on Friday morning, the effect of the dreaded double Chinese. Can die one. He whacked me on the back of my head with the stupid book, and I woke up. Shank was sleeping too, I guess the others didn't dare to sleep. Or managed to master the fish skill method of sleeping--to be able to sleep with their eyes open. Speaking of fish skill reminds me of fish scale, and this is supposed to be an insider's joke. But I'm not referring to her anyway. She's affectionately known as Ghost Rider, too. Because of her hair.
And we had an 8-10AM session of summary work shit. LDW at the helm. Can die one. I slept at only 3AM. Really, dieable. Shank went to the toilet to sleep after getting caught by him. That's a really good iFea, but I didn't emulate him--I like the auditorium and sleeping right under his nose is the way to go. Was half-asleep anyway, so he can't notice.
The most antagonizing thing was to see the attendance list being passed around. Could've gotten any random 4-7 people to help tick our attendance. Or ask Terence help. FUCK!!!!!! Never mind.
Slept a bit during my tuition, too. And when I got home. Really, don't know why I get to sleepy. Where's my source of sleepiness? Gah.
Runescape had an update, and there's a new minigame: Fist of Guthix. It sounds crappy enough, the name. But it's quite fun, really.
I think I maxed out charging, was fighting a lvl16 =.= and I got 5000charges and he only had a grand total of 0. Polar opposites. I am zai. Or lucky. Your choice.
What I hate about the game is that it is very random. You can not see your opponent at times, giving them a great opportunity to slip out from the safe houses and go somewhere quiet to charge. Damn sian, had to run around playing catching. But besides that, it is damn fun to just stone there, switch on protection from magic, and let a low-level hit you with magic. Can charge like around 2-3k, before dying.
Then the roles switch, and you have to attack the level 16. Damn fun.
I tried to attack the level16 when I was the hunted one, and the effect was disastrous. I can't fucking kill a level 16, and am humiliated very much.
It's all fun though.
I just want to get the swordfish gloves, and I'd go tackle demons while harpoon-ing for swordies.
Ignore the above if you don't play Runescape, you won't understand anyway. Oops, not blogging in a chronological manner, and I placed the cart before the horse. Yeah, I think I used that proverb correctly. Wonder if I used the word proverb correctly not. I have a feeling that my English deteriorated for no reason.
Never mind. No more One Piece for now, forgot to get the thumbdrive from Shank today. 48episodes finished thus far.
-- 4/12/2008 10:38:00 PM
Burn in hell, LDW.
No, really. I'm very serious. I think we might have inadvertently started a clash between the Chinese and English department. Which would be fun.OK as you people know, I hate my Chinese teacher, LDW. I forgot how many stupid things he did to us, but after the class discussion on him, I was reminded that he pointed the middle finger at us jokingly. But really, who cares whether he was laughing at his own joke or not? He might be attacking us, and that he might really mean the middle finger shit. I remember that pointing the middle finger at any one would break some international law, because it's supposedly disrespectful or something. I'm not making things up, because he really did point his long thin finger at us once. He was explaining the various reproductive organs of human beings and how to write them in Chinese in the crudest way possible, and frankly speaking, even I am disgusted. It takes a lot to make me disgusted, if you didn't notice.
And he plays basketball, and supposedly suck at it. I don't know basketball since I don't play it much, but if he's a pile of old bones he should watch out for rheumatism and arthritis and whatever joint-related problems he might develop at old age(ie, now). Besides, I'm certain that he suffers from osteoporosis and it'd be best if he doesn't come to school at all. But I'm no doctor. Some of my friends who play basketball met him on the basketball court once, and some students didn't want to play with him. And he issued them a challenge in Chinese, and I translated it to English because I can't remember the full contents. It was something like 'Fuck your mother, don't dare play?' Not sure though. I won't put it past him to say such things.
We complained to our teacher, and she told us about a nasty experience she had with him. No, not rape though people say that she's damn hot and all. It was like, her CCA boys were using the much-disputed Parliament room, or something. Cat High has weird names for weird places, and weird names for normal places. He wanted his Chinese Drama people to use the room, even though it's really supposed to be used by her CCA. And he shouted at her, exemplary conduct of a gentleman. Really, I'm in awe by his ability to shout at women. I mean, who can do it? Which man can actually do such a thing to a woman? I really admire his balls (or lack thereof).
The teacher noted that our tone sounded rather much like an uprising, an open revolution in which we're ready to die fighting for freedom and against oppression.
And we did die.
He stormed in during his lesson with a face similar to your table partner's when she realizes that you kouped her girlfriend. The example was screwed, sorry, but what I'm trying to say is that he looked pissed, tried to control his anger, but gave up halfway. And exploded his load of jizm on all of us, leaving an indelible stain in everyone's memory.
He started off by showing some shit about the latest composition we did, and I got 39/70. Which wasn't very bad as compared to the whole class, but he attacked me anyway. He attacked almost everyone, and an apt description would be that he left no stones unturned.
I can't say that I'm enthusiastic about learning Chinese, or at least under him, but hey, I did contribute when he's asking for opinions. Only when he asked me did I not contribute, because those are the times when I just woke up. Not fair, he attacked me when I was half-asleep, boohoo!
I really wonder why he carries on teaching. He showed us a table shit once, and all the classes he was teaching were the last few classes, the bottom line. And he had the cheek to say that he has lousy students. He epitomizes and sodomizes the word obnoxious.
Which leads me to think that we have a screwed Chinese department. They're getting way too much power. Our morning assemblies start at 7.45AM, and the teachers are allowed to hold morning remedial sessions. The Chinese department were allowed 3 days, and English, 2. The other subjects--none. OK I might be a bit wrong here, because I normally end up sleeping through the morning sessions anyway, but still I hope you get my point that the Chinese department is slowly taking over the lives of Cat High gentlemen.
The teacher also talked about decent Chinese teachers we could turn to. And she was hard put to find really good ones, and when she recalled one, he was already transferred to GYSS. And it's really sad because I'm quite sure that the NCC Land guys love and respect him a lot. Which proves my point that the Chinese department is rather screwed, chasing away the real talents while keeping the China scams. I'm not saying that people from China aren't good, I'm just saying that we're dealing with one stubborn, loudmouthed, obnoxious cheena person, who happens to be our Chinese teacher. When she mentioned Bobby, I heard a tinge of regret or something. Maybe it's to teachers as a whole, or maybe just to him. She said something like 'You can come back from a vacation, or a week's break, and find a letter on your desk, telling you to report to another school in X days.' It's really tough working in Cat High I guess. It's like trying to survive in the Grand Line. Screwed.
I've loved my school throughout these years, but I feel that something really wrong is happening. Although I don't have the power to do anything, I'm sure that if we all stand up together in class to confront LDW, he'd have to back off. But students are apathetic pieces of shit, and can't be bothered.
Which reminds me, LDW hauled like 8 of us out because we owe him one piece of homework. One piece, for me. And so he ate up the English and Chemistry period even with his thin frame. Basket. I don't mind ponning Chemistry (because I didn't do homework), but I mind missing English. Not that I love the subject a lot, but that anywhere is better than getting stuck at some place forced to do shitwork you don't even know how to do in the first place.
And it was raining, a truly miserable day. I called forth the power of lightning to strike him down, but alas! I failed. Lightning rods (my dick) and all. And yes, mine can really take the impact of the powerful natural phenomenon.
After school ended, I handed up the piece of work with Leonard. LDW's eyes were supposedly sore or inflamed or something. Most probably crying. I have no sympathy for him, especially since he attacked me in class. 39/70 is my maximum potential indeed. There are others out there who didn't fare as well as me even though they did all his work. He didn't attack them, but just reported their marks and fell short of scolding. What can he say to that then? OK I know I do have to work harder to master my mother tongue, but his help is more of a hindrance. I really hope that he'd just screw off.
Middle finger, whacking people, scolding like shit, teaching vulgarities, shouting at nice female teachers, sharing of useless information which simply means him vs. an influential person which results in him winning, tackling almost anything English, hating people who aren't Chinese, blah blah. You name it, he's done it. He talked to us about Lust, Caution and the balls from the main character that popped up.
Can we petition against him or something? I know it's a lot of shit, but even shit is better than him so why not?
And no one cares about what he has to say. No one wants to know. No one wants him to teach us.
Yet he still carries on, berating us, attacking us, treating us like shit, blah blah. Why make things bad for us and you?
Just drop dead already.
And you know what's the worst thing? We're going to have his morning remedial session, followed by..double Chinese.
Shit.
-- 4/10/2008 09:28:00 PM
One Piece.
Shank passed me 24 One Piece episodes on Tuesday.I finished all 24episodes already. I think I'm becoming a second CKS, which is quite scary. And I don't mean Chiang Kai-shek, however you spell his name.
If you see me on MSN, I'm most probably have my busy status on. The busy status is on for me only when I'm watching things in full-screen size, namely anime and porn.
If you see that my status changes from online to busy every few minutes, I'm most probably watching porn and it'd be wise not to talk to me. You can't guess whether I'm horny or not anyway, because it's easy masking horniness online.
Back to One Piece. Oh wait, nothing much to talk about it anyway. Except that I have like 270+ more episodes to catch up on or something. Enormous workload.
Never mind, nothing much to say already. Oh wait..I think Gran loves me lah. We had some shit in the auditorium, and the coach caught him for not being able to exert a good control over his movements with his brain. It's the kind of stupid contradictory shit, where the hand sign for small things are big, and vice versa.
And he was allowed to drag one person down the water, and Shank ducked before he got seen. I ducked too, but didn't avoid the murderous intent in his eyes directed towards me. And true enough 'Uhhh-Alastair, come out!' by the coach. Death sentence mann.
Supposed to act cute in front of the whole school, with the stupid 1, 2, 3 finger posing shit. I'm familiar with 2 fingers though. I'm cute, after all.
I should upload a picture of GSC in a very compromising position, featuring BDSM, and me in a ready-to-fellate position. But I think this one would be a bit...overboard, since everyone should keep their sexual urges in check.
Oh and something rather amusing--LDW called my mother. Which was really damn weird, as he accused me of ponning his useless remedial sessions three times, out of his grand total of what? Basket.
I don't see how his egotistic rants and shriveled dick helps in my Chinese; screw him. I didn't reveal other vile stuff he does like telling us about how he attacked the parents of students for calling to ask for their son to remain studying Higher Chinese and all. OK, you're experienced, you're good at handling parents, you're the pirate king! OK? So screw off.
Sometimes, he tries to teach. He fails to get the attention of students. And he'd attribute it to some cock reason like how morally degraded we are, scum of the society, useless pieces of shit that refuses to hand up homework, blah blah. So he's teaching piles of dung, and he's happy with that? If he's not happy with his lot, he can just quit. If he's not happy and doesn't quit, he's being stupid, like he always is. He can try to make life easier for himself by learning to tolerate and love teaching, rather than sulk at his lot and complaining to us 24/7. Just being unreasonable.
No point being taught by him. He fails people for hair check randomly. If you're not from China and he doesn't like your face, you fail. Ask GSC or almost anyone from any class.
Hair-rechecks are often done the next day or something. And people who got caught by LDW and didn't cut can go up to JT to redress their grievances. And JT would just hand them back their nametags.
Ridiculous? No, because this is Catholic High School. Not that I don't love the school, mind you.
Would have to hand up even more shit to him tomorrow. Shit. Didn't do, don't care. Take my fucking EZ-link card lah. I'd finish my job fast enough anyway.
I hate him. There's nothing wrong with saying that I hate him. And the above listed aren't fabricated by me. There's nothing wrong in stating the truth, and nothing wrong about saying that I don't like him.
So there.
Good morning, I'm sleepy. 1.45AM.
-- 4/10/2008 01:10:00 AM
Runescape's advertisement/Split pants.
Oh, no. I got disconnected from Runescape while in a clan. And what's the reason? The advertisement changed. And the new advertisement couldn't be located, and Error 404, like my blog, surfaced. And so I got logged out of Runescape and had to load and log in to that world again. It made me what-the-fuck.Really damn shitty. I mean, we already have the mandatory advertisement thrown on us, which lags us out at times. And now a complete Error 404? Bastards. Don't they think before they play the commercial? Reminds me of the previous post about the flashing light piece of shit.
Never mind.
And had the first session of the peer-mentor thing. So a senior in JC would come back and teach me maths. Very nice of the school, this way the old boys can feel more in touch with Cat High, and the teachers can slack a bit more. Really clever and cost-effective. And I can get undivided attention for my mathematical woes. I like this.
Anyway, I did my TYS 2000 paper. Very happy. Finally did a piece of homework. Now I can go play with a guilt-free conscience. Not that I have much of a conscience in the first place. I think my answers are mostly correct. I think.
Skipped the graph questions as usual. Nobody in the right mind would do graphs?
And then after this, which ended at like 6PM because we made the arbitrary decision to talk cock. Fun.
Went home on 156 with Waiyinn and Clayment. Damn exciting, I started the step-on-the-shoe-and-make-the-heel-come-out trend between the three of us. And then it sort of escalated. Which leads me to the conclusion that Cat High guys are cute.
I discovered that Clayment's pants had a huge hole at the ass crack and concluded that he broke the penal code 377A. Broke or what? Fuck that. And I lent him my PE shorts and pants, but not before taking a picture of him in a very compromising position of split open pants from the back at a depressed angle. Really damn amusing, I like.
Here's a picture of his nice ass and underwear and the evidence left behind after committing his crime of passion:
OK what else did I want to say? Nothing much. Except that I owe chemistry homework and file, the entire Chinese booklet piece of shit, and maths 2001. Damn.
And Shank reminded me of LDW's Chinese book. I said 'Fuck. GG.' followed by 'S'ok, never mind one.'
His reply:
Yea, heck his shrivelled dick.
Damn fucking funny lah him! Speaking of LDW reminds me of my peer mentor, who took Higher Chinese too, and got taught by LDW. And he got D7.
He warned me of the dangers of getting taught by LDW. Because LDW talks a lot of cock, and is an egotistic bastard with a shriveled dick. One L or double L? Good question, don't you think?
Now that's what the peer tutor Sui Chuan said. Not my view. But I've never seen anyone who'd talk about his newest escapade with the head of Chinese Language, and how he attacked and destroyed the victim's ego and all, in class when no one is interested in hearing his take on the mastery of the Chinese Language in Singapore and how it's screwed up by the head herself. Seriously, we're not interested. Instead of killing us for not doing work and all while talking so much cock everyday, why not let us do work during your lesson? Or even better: let us talk during your lesson, so that we'd use our mother tongue more often.
I can be a much better teacher than him, and I'm only 15.5years old.
What a failure.
And no, I'm rather normal now. But I just feel..weird by Anon's comments. I don't know, I didn't even try to antagonize you. I was just asking you a question that doesn't deserve this much of a backlash. I'm rather shocked by you.
But no one can help another person commit suicide; that is euthanasia and not allowed in Singapore I think. Besides that umbrella of euthanasia, you can't technically help a person commit suicide: you'd be murdering that person. So next time I push some random person off the rooftop, I can just say that I was 'helping him commit suicide'? It's rather much of a paradox.
But I have nothing against you, really. But why tell me to fuck off when this is my blog?
Never mind. I don't feel like flaring up one you. But I'm going to thank you for asking whether I'm OK or not. So yea, thanks.
Seems like I have yet to forget my manners.
-- 4/07/2008 10:59:00 PM
Fucked up advertisement for some shit.
OK guys, I'm feeling very normal right now, with my normal routine of killing 1000 demons before sleeping. OK not that many, it'd take too long a time.I'd just leave my character to do the fighting; she's good.
Time for me to lambast at some shitty advertisement I just saw on the TV while watching Death Note just now. Not that I've never watched that show before, but that my mother and sister were watching and so I was kind of peer-pressured into it.
Let's just start off by saying that I never knew that Mediacorp wanted its viewers dead.
Many of you might not know that flashing lights may cause epileptic fits on people. My sister said that David Beckham's son has this problem with flashing lights, and that whenever the paparazzi and reporters follow them with their flashing camera lights, the son's fits kick in. I'm not sure whether it's son, daughter, hermaphrodite, fits, epilepsy or whatever. No one cares anyway. And it's my blog, so I don't really have to account for any stupid comments/mistakes I make on that medical condition.
But anyway, that's flashing lights. This new advertisement had a lot of such flashing lights too. It's fucked up, and I felt sick for awhile after that.
In Japan, when they first broadcasted 'Pokemon', kids fell sick due to thundershocks from Pikachu. It's really insane, how people use such flashing lights to attract attention, at the expense of others.
Shit, I'm losing my touch at attacking and ripping apart stupid pieces of shit that angers me. Never mind, I shall carry on anyway.
I remember having read up on light causing fits. And one of the reasons is the highway shit with trees evenly spaced. You know what I'm talking about? It's like, 5metres away from the first tree, then 5metres to the next tree, and so on. If that happens and the driver happens to be a patient man, GG. Ever wondered why Malaysia's palm tree plantations are all diagonally planted? Yea, now you know the answer. OK I know that was crap, but I think it's the answer anyway. I'm sure it is, and what I say counts.
Basket. And Mediacorp simply plays whatever commercial advertisement piece of shit its thrown with. Just for money. Very commercialized. It's almost as if health < money.
With such a shitty attitude, it's only right to boycott the entire media. Not that it's going to happen, because people can't be bothered. It's just a 1minute advertisement anyway. No one would sacrifice their K-drama just to prove a point that health is more important than wealth(for Mediacorp).
Talking about boycotts reminds me of the new gantries they're setting up at the CBD.
The ERP(Everyday Rob People) was set up to cut down on traffic jams, consequently wasting money because workers can't get to their workplaces on time, work is delayed, time is wasted, time is money, blah blah. So they set up ERP, and being a fine country with fine citizens, people just went earlier, or paid up.
Then they pushed the ERP starting time earlier, making people wake up even earlier.
Now I have a very nefarious plan, and this could be considered 'seditious writing'. But it's just a suggestion that could never be realized. It's like this: Everyone goes on a strike. The governemtn would be forced to take drastic actions. Either they cut down the ERP, or they force the people to work at gun point.
Shit. I think I'd get sued for this if I ever get caught or something. But never mind I'm posting anyway, because a suggestion from a 15 going 16 Cat High untalented student would never be taken seriously.
But it's an iFea I think is plausible. Not possible though, seeing as Singaporeans are apathetic.
Ohh, if only I can somehow influence everyone into doing what I suggest. Then I'd be God.
Enough of randomness.
Was playing ice and water with my cousins just now. Got owned.
=.=
Time to sleep I guess. Have yet to achieve my aims for tonight though. I'm quite sure my demon count hasn't reached my target yet.
-- 4/06/2008 11:12:00 PM
Sick and tired. Literally.
Don't know why people accuse me of PMS-ing, or whining when I'm not.If anything I post offends you, don't read. It's simple. I'm an offending person anyway. So why bother quarreling with an impossible man? Never mind.
Anyway I'm sick. No, not mentally sick. That's a given already: Anyone who knows me knows that I'm rotten to the core. Girls shun me, because continued exposure would result in likely death. I'm like some radioactive piece of shit, radiating my death rays upon all things feminine. The sick I'm talking about comes in the form of cold. Flu. Fuck. Really, I think I want to kill people already. I didn't run much, so why would I even catch a cold? Basket. And the weather is quite hot these days, so I don't see much of a reason for me to catch a cold. Really stupid. I can't cover myself up without sweating like some mad dog, and I can't allow myself to cool down without coughing like some shit.
Fuck.
And sore throat, because I drank too much H20. Muahaha.
Went back to school today for biology remedial. Damn fun. Finally, one topic I don't really need to flip the textbook open for. Chapter 17: Sexual reproduction in human beings. Really, I'm getting professional at labeling parts and all. I think I'm zai. I think everyone should fellate me because I'm zai. 18/20 for the biology quiz on this chapter. OK not exactly high, but hey. It's an improvement, so I'm proud.
Then met YARCKKKKKKKKKKK on the way to J8. Walked with him back to school to collect my handphone pouch, because I left it in the store. =.=
Saw CIP people. Very tempting. But then again orders were given, and it'd do me no good to disobey them. I'm a dog anyway. Read dog through a mirror.
Makan-ed breakfast at KFC (courtesy of Shank and CX, I love them to bits). More CIP people.
Wondered if the starting point was at J8, walked around and didn't see anything. Felt like shit, and wanted to, so I rushed home on 156, listening to emotional songs and all. OK the person in question went offline. Why would I focus my MSN on that person anyway.
It's just not rational, it's not pretty, and there's no thanks either. Only cold replies(which serves only to aggravate my cold) which are rather..icy. I like icings, I like iciness to a certain extent, but I don't like cold replies. Makes me feel cold. And makes me want to grab something to hug, as bags aren't the best things to hug.
Never mind.
Then went for tuition. Sleepy, sick, and lucky it wasn't air-conditioned. The fans were strong and did a great job blowing though.
So how? Is this blog post whiney, emotional, PMS-ey, angsty, blah blah? Know something? It's just a blog post.
And I don't care.
-- 4/06/2008 12:10:00 AM
Help me commit suicide.
I find it weird, how I can smile through the unbearable. Even when I was on the receiving end of a severe bout of personal attacks, I still smiled through it. A wry smile, because I know that what was going on was through, that I was getting flamed and that I wouldn't do anything about it.So I was playing RealSpace2 before the conversation. And I realized that I didn't want to play anymore, because my mood ran away damn quickly. I wanted to smash my ship against the enemy ships. And die, because death suits me to a T, whatever that means. No, really. I've been practicing such suicidal moves in school, like, smashing my arm against the walls of the classroom. Of course, not with that much force. I'm not made of diamonds as I claim to be. I played the game recklessly. I died.
Then I tried to smile, and realized that that's the only facial feature that I could control. My tear-glands are nonreactive, as usual. I think I need an operation on that, I might have felt much better if I let water through my eyes. No such relief came through though. Ah well. I understand. It's fated.
I don't even know why I still care so much, with you playing the game of brinkmanship. And me trying to play the 'Hit me, I won't go away' card. I don't know. I really don't know why I'm holding on, even when there's nothing to hold on to. It's stupid, you don't have to remind me. Really, I know when something is stupid. Why should I play with you when I can choose to run? Why am I being so stupid?
Let's just say that I'm an idiot, someone not worthy. There are many other people out there who are better than me, but there'd be people even better than them. There are many other choices for me, too. I don't know why I'm being such a dork. I think I'm spamming the sentence 'I don't know why'.
Lol. I haven't used that word for a long time. Many people would translate it as 'Laugh out loud'. But I'd interpret it as 'League of losers', a league that I'm a veteran in. I don't know who came up with that, but I kouped from my class people. Or NCC Land people, I'm not sure. I never liked web slangs like 'Lol', 'rofl', 'lmao', 'roflmao', blah blah. I can name a few more if I think hard enough, but those aren't even English words, and I don't see the point in them being spammed in the web.
Lame. No, I'm not a cripple. I'm just saying that my speed of moving forward is like that of a crippled. I hobble. Wait. Hobbling moving forward, too. I don't even move forward. Good. All the L's are finally over. I don't like L. I know my surname starts with that, but I'm talking about the character in Death Note. He's..weird. He gives me the creeps. He's hunchbacked. Not that I have anything against old hunchbacked people, but I'm quite sure that he's able to straighten his back. I don't like him for acting hunchbacked, even though it's his job.
Oestrogen can be a lethal weapon. It killed my testosterone just now. Ego comes with testosterone. My ego got destroyed. I'm waiting for it to recover. Really. But I think I'd be alright in...7hours. I think I recover fast, really.
Verily, I think suicide is the only option for me. But then again, I won't kill myself. There's no point in killing myself when no one cares. Why would any sane person kill himself if there's no one who'd care? Really, it's just stupid. No one cares even if you die, so why die? No point, stupid, blah blah. And the police would only be able to get information about you from your IC, the coffee-shop uncle, who'd only be able to name what you have for breakfast everyday. So die for what? Might as well lead a good life, kill everyone, and die infamous.
Everyone has different perspectives. That much I agree. I used to be optimistic last time. Being optimistic gives one a greater angle for conscious thought. You'd be able to see more, learn more, feel more, and change more. But as in the case of 'Name me two things you cannot have for breakfast', the answer is 'Lunch and dinner'. What can you not be when you're optimistic then?
Yea, I'm scary, I'm horny, I'm a pervert, and you'd see my face up on the papers soon enough for rape. I treat all females as sex toys. I started this blog because of a girl, and more girls are reading my blog. I wish to meet them. Date rape. Really, I'm that despicable. Fear me.
Once was enough. Yet I still allowed myself to get near to you, just to let you hurt me. I don't really know why I allow myself to be so thoroughly humiliated by you, to let you know that you're superior than me. But I don't think that's the case. It's just that I'm unable to arrive at a rational conclusion to this stupid, persistent problem. Very much like me, really. I don't mind getting looked down upon by the whole world, because I've always been the bottom line for ages. It's not that I'm self-bashing(a term you taught me) or something. It's just that I know the truth, but I won't hide it. I don't want to deny my hypothetical spouse of any of my past misdeeds, some of which I'm really ashamed of. If an essay on 'Regret' was to come out, I'd know how to write a 30/30 essay.
Underwear on the outside. Superman. Hero. Yet heroes die first.
Enough about that hidden message bullshit, I think it's fucking obvious anyway. Had training today. Didn't do much. Played poker in the store. Kouped more stuff. Slacked. Nothing.
Very much like me.
Sorry. Bit emotional. I don't think this is flaming though. Your choice.
-- 4/05/2008 12:13:00 AM
Virtual friends?
Today was rather much of a boring day, and I'm not going to talk about it much.Anyway, go to this website: www.killwithme.com
Very exciting, it shows just how many selfish people out there in the world.
And I was faced with the prospect of having virtual friends, which you can only see online but not in real life. I really didn't know how to react even though I saw it coming. It's the case where you know the lorry is coming straight at you, but the only reaction you have is to root yourself to the spot, brace yourself for the impact that you can never take, and just stone get feel the speeding rush of death.
Frankly speaking, I don't even know why am I feeling so...never mind. It's almost as if a close relative died, and the only way you can communicate with that person is through dreams. But that's morbid, so never mind. Shall scout for another example.
Like, you can only see that person online, but can never feel that person's presence in the world. Nihilism even when you believe that the world does exist. How can friendship be built based on pixels and MSN?
(Oh wait, I have no friends.)
Wouldn't it be better to have a friend whom you can see, whose presence you can feel? Maybe it's just me.
Certain emotions just can't be expressed through words. No, don't argue with me. Sometimes, words cheapen an expression that would otherwise be perfect, and bring the 'awwwww' sound out from humans who are capable of emotions.
OK I don't have much strength left to type so I'd just type this sentence in order to stop the inertia from building up. I don't want my blog post to stagnate at that point.
OK I forgot what I wanted to say. No, shit, really. Oh yea, Coach Carter.
No, nothing about that show. Shit.
I really forgot. I think the prospect of having a friend locked up behind the net of the inter is too much for me to take. It'd be much acceptable if you have, like, a friend from Japan or something(who happens to be a porn star), but you're contented with just being her online friend. Oh wait. That applies only if you're gay/not lesbian. But if you know that your 'online friend' can be reached with a short bus ride, the question here would be 'Why not?'
ARGH.
Pardon me while I gnaw through my fingers.
No, really. I'm going to do that, and so there won't be a post tomorrow.
Oh wait. CCA tomorrow. Not that we're taking, but we'd be just watching them. Probation shit. I don't know how to deal with this, but I might cry.
-- 4/03/2008 10:40:00 PM
Sabo-ed CHMA.
I felt what I typed, but I didn't type what I felt. You dig? Never mind. Anyway, today was an exciting day. Or at least I found it exciting.I've been sabo-ed into joining the CHMA! Woohoo! And the term coined for clowns like me who'd 'perform': 'clown'. To use the word in normal conversations, 'No, I cannot go and clown there.' As said by Kai Jie.
Kai Jie is an interesting person. He described me as a dog: Damn hairy, damn scary. I couldn't stop laughing, really.
And NH3 is going to perform Dontcha! Woohoo! A marvelous sight to behold indeed. I'd love it even more if he tries pole-dancing.
Oh. I don't know lah, but I think I'd enjoy myself since this is the last year I'm going to be able to take part in this competition, and what more could I ask for besides fun? I'd just go up there and clown and sing 'The Final Countdown'. Trust me, I'm going to psyche myself into believing that I can actually pass the audition and get into the competition. The way I'm going to do it--I'd take the microphone, tell the judges 'Sorry, I won't be needing this', and throw the mike aside and start shouting the song out from the depths of my heart. I love that song.
I was on the bus 156 just now. I saw some disturbing scene, and it sort of fitted into the song I was listening to just now. OK the scene wasn't disturbing, it was just a--never mind. Anyway, I think I'm overreacting. I'm in love with 让, and I can't be bothered typing out the singer's name. Seriously, if I play a song twice without getting bored by it, it means that something is wrong with me. Yea. And that scene just...fitted in. Aye.
I have nothing much to say already. There's no words for me to say. OK those were lyrics.
Anyway, I think I was a bit..hyper throughout the course of the day. Flashes of anger, sudden bouts of sleepiness, accompanied by sudden bursts of energy and hyper-ness.
I think I'm scary, too.
Oh, I flared up at RY just now I think. I was trying to sleep amidst the rather noisy 'International Friendship Day' fiasco, where some Turks came over to Cat High. I really wanted to sleep, because I lack that, as always =.=
But no, the Turks just kept mumbling on their heritage, what they're proud of, and even a traditional dance that was quite..weird. And weird is an understatement. Never mind. It was noisy.
The only form of emotional attachment I might have with Turkey is hunger.
No, I'm serious. I was rather hungry throughout the entire program. Urgh.
Oh yea...Elgyn went up to make announcements. He turned Shank on so much that Shank shouted 'WOOOOO!'
I think Shank is gay.
I don't have much to say liao.
Nothing angry to be about, so this post is rather mild. Perhaps if a Foucault-like incident occurs, I'd fire an angry post at that person, making people gape in wide-mouthed wonder at how I use the English language with such ease and no waste in bringing down a person's accusations.
Oh. Because I'm rather extreme, I should talk about how I felt emotional just now, suddenly. I felt like calling someone, but knew that my call would either:
1) Be rejected.
2) Short and awkward.
So I didn't make the call. Never mind.
And on my way back from tuition I was like hugging my bag and thinking about why lucky people make so much noise about having only teddy bears to hug, while I'm stuck with a bag with many random folders, and a shit load of paper and a pencil case.
Whiners. I remember this from some friendster profile 'Teddy bears don't hug back, but sometimes they're all you have.' Or something along those lines. I couldn't agree with this, because I don't have teddy bears at all.
I have nothing. Sobs.
I don't think I care much though.
And some shit InspireMe that comes with my Singtel subscription: Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength; loving someone deeply gives you courage.
I think this means that you need to be loved, and love, as courage without strength is pointless, and strength without courage even more so.
Since both ways don't work, and I don't have either, suicide is the only option I'm not going to consider.
Hey. I managed to blabber quite a lot anyway. Thanks for reading the filler ahaha. I'm really hungry now though. And I think I pressed the Enter a lot, therefore making the post look longer and bigger than it actually is.
=.=
-- 4/02/2008 11:44:00 PM
April Fool lah.
I won't get so emotional one. I'm too rational to let my emotions take over my being. In a way it's bad, but at least I won't end up committing suicide or something.Anyway, I'm rather surprised that people actually care. I mean, I can live without your concern, but knowing that someone out there cares for me is rather touching.
Anyway, WX tried to trick me today. He accosted me at the staircase, and told me 'Tomorrow got training. You must come. Sir said that you must go see him.' He managed to say that with a straight face, and I didn't need to stone for too long to reply with a 'Ah, April Fool's day right!' and he went Oh shit! that kind. So fun, I want this kind of trickment everyday!
I love WX.
Never mind.
Oh and Mrs Yap is rather..open. I think she's a very patient and tolerant person. I mean, a female teacher being bombarded with sexual questions by a class of testosterone-filled people can be rather harrowing experience, and I could sense her exasperation at certain points. But she still managed to take things in her stride and carry on talking about masturbation and pornography. Must salute her for her bravery. She was fighting, 1 vs 30+ people.
We were going through some comprehension shit, and I think Gran was saying something about SEX, and the discussion broke out.
OK I have nothing much to say already. Except that I get sleepier these days. And angry, painful pimples on my back. Pain.
Oh. And I got a handphone casing thingy. My sis treated me lah! So nice, free. Yes, I live off women. Don't we all? And after removing the shitty screen protector, the screen looks so much clearer, and I feel like spamming my phone with porn just to show that I can. Besides, it's cool to have portable porn. Never mind. Anyway, it was at Compass Point that we bought the casing. And on the way back home, I saw Mr Teo's lover. And I didn't know how to react, don't know whether she'd recognize me not, don't know a lot of stuff and so I decided to run for it, all the while muttering 'what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck!' I remember seeing her on 156 once, but I never knew that I'd have the misfortune of seeing her at 8plus. Not that I hate her or anything, but I just..don't really talk to teacher. Meek and shy, like a lamb, me.
By the way, is it possible to write down stuff like 'Lions are mutton-hungry, therefore the coexistence of lambs and lions can only be possible in paradise' in a comprehension? I like my English, I enjoy coining new terms and all.
Oh ya. And since it's April Fools' Day, the people who tagged at my tagboard to tell me not to get emo can argue that the very fact that they tagged during the day itself proves to be an April Fools' joke, and so they weren't tricked by my previous post, thus ensuring that their intelligence (if any) is not insulted.
Your choice, really. But thanks anyway, I feel so heartened.
Now back to pornography and masturbation.
-- 4/01/2008 11:27:00 PM
I should stop blogging.
I'm getting really tired of this world. I don't know what others think about me, nor do I care. I just want to stop everything that I've started, and perhaps end my life on a lighter note. I don't want to care about a lot of stuff.We did the story on 'Old Love' by Jeffrey Archer, whatever his name is. A very sweet story. Bittersweet. I read it twice, just because it's that nice.
I really don't want to carry on with a lot of stuff already. I don't want to study anymore. I don't want to live anymore. I don't want to carry on with this life. I don't want to blog anymore.
People keep telling me no to be pessimistic. These were the people whom I told not to be pessimistic last time. But the situation seems to be reversed now. I used to have a lot of energy for almost everything that I had on my hands. Now I have nothing on my hands.
People snob at me wherever I go, while I carry on walking, deluded that perhaps one day, someone out there might understand me. Now, I only dare to ask for someone in the world who won't spend half his time snubbing me.
I'm getting really disillusioned by the world. Someone save me, please. Yet I know that no one would ever do such a thing for me.
Shit. I don't feel like typing anymore. But this might be my last blog post. I really don't want to carry on writing.
I was stoning alone a few hours back, and I realized that I should be killed. My stories are getting worse and worse. I'm making my characters as miserable as possible. Just because I can.
I can't say that I want to die right now, because I don't want to. Or at least I don't want to die for now. But I..don't see much point in living anymore.
I'm out at sea, floating, struggling to keep my head above the water.
But what for?
I..don't know. I remember emo-ing a few days back when I felt like shit. I mentioned something like even if I were to write about how suicidal I am, no one would bother to stop me. I have to stop myself. But what's the point of stopping myself when no one wants me to, when my presence is not noticed, and absence not felt? It's almost as if I'm an invisible entity. No one knows me, no one bothers.
Even if it's just an SMS from making me feel much better, you people won't bother. You all have better friends to talk to, people who outshine me, people who are much cooler, humourous than me. I'm nothing in your eyes. You'd rather talk to me about your guy friends, what your cool friends are up to, what shit you're going to do after a certain age, blah blah.
Never about me.
Even if you read my blog, it's not about me. No matter how much of a shitty day I had, you don't care, because you're more interested in masturbating, in your own troubles, in your own world. Nothing about me.
I won't blog anymore. I shouldn't. No one cares. People don't bother about what I do, or how I feel. They just want to see their names on my blog posts. For some unknown reason. My blog has become more or less a shithole in which names are mentioned, people just ctrl+F their names and read the sentence above and below it, laugh, and go back to their gaming.
Never mind. I'd stop that blabbering. No one's going to care anyway.
-- 4/01/2008 12:19:00 AM