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