Peek spam. A bit. I guess.
If a picture paints a thousand words, I'm spamming.To girls who think that they are never thin enough, you're correct. Perhaps it's best to become anorexic.
But even if you become anorexic, it's pointless. You can never be thin enough. Unless you ate the Yomi Yomi no Mi and become a second Brook.
Then you have the chance to look like this:
That's if your body doesn't get cremated.
Don't know if the picture is big enough, so go to:
http://img180.imageshack.us/img180/4595/page160vl1.jpg
That's if you want to see something you can never defeat in terms of skinniness.
You pale in comparison. You're nothing. You're not as skinny as a skeleton. You are not fit to thread on the same earth as everyone else. Start praying and wishing that you'd be reborn as a clam.
Anyway, here's something we noticed during the Spain vs. Russia match at Macdonald's. The way they change from lunch to breakfast menus is very unique, primitive to a certain extent. I don't know whether it is orthodox to show here, but I do unorthodox things all the time anyway.
Here it is, at around 4.30AM:
You get my point now? Primitive or not, your choice.
And this picture might make your beloved melt on her 16th birthday. It's not patented, and you can choose to koupe it:
Touching much?
I'm going to school in a sleep-deprived state, seeing as how I'm not sleeping before the match. Die. Sleep at 5AM, where got use? Feel like ponning, because it's just script-checking anyway. There's nothing to check. I'm perfect.
3 pictures. 3k words leh. Zai right?
-- 6/29/2008 09:08:00 PM
Throbbing anger.
Runescape tried to kill me again, with the example I gave in my previous post. I survived, muahaha.The first day of the chalet wasn't exactly exciting. Stoned around quite a bit, I guess. A lot of DNBs though, dang fun to watch. Whoohoo! And the Germany vs. Turkey match boiled blood. Screwed transmission =.= but everyone had to put up with not seeing...3goals, so I guess it's not that bad. Yea.
Watched with WX, how sweet. Love him.
Then slept till 11AM. This was when I got rudely awoken by LS, who was about to whack me with pillows. Gah, I didn't have as much sleep as he did. Dang. But never mind. Went to the arcade with...WX, LS, WC, Alvin. Pehwee went home to sleep. I hardly play those games in the arcade, but I did, and quite fun. Learnt to enjoy that amenity.
LS went to get his girlfriend at 5plus. WC and I had to go the..White Sands shopping centre(?) to get the cake and balloons he ordered. WC threw the job of holding the balloons to me, because I got..wait let me refer..a thousand layers of skin. Zai right?? So I held onto the balloons with 'XOXO' and 'Hugs and Kisses' while trying to keep my face straight. Tough job, but I managed it.
LS' plan was for us to split into 2groups, one to hide in a toilet at the park with the balloons while another drew mushy stuff on the sand.
This is one good way to make your girlfriend happy while giving your friends something healthy to do, because playing mahjong 24/7 isn't doesn't do health good.
But the toilet stank. And it's scary because there was a group of people 'sparring' near the beach. It was scary, not because they fought well, but because they fought fierce. All Malays.
And the toilet really stinks like shit. BW, SC, and Clement came at 5plus and were roped into this operation. I was supposed to be at the beach, but BW and SC loves me, so I went over to the toilet to PCC with them. Whoohoo! The couple came in pretty late, and we were supposed to hide. Which we failed at. Can't be helped. She made a lot of noise when she saw our heads I think. And the cubicle we hid in stank. Definitely because of people who think they are damn big and have the rights to destroy toilets.
We gave them the cake and wished her a happy birthday and we zao-ed because they might have sex and we are still under 18. We went to the E! hub. SC and I made a lot of noise laughing and shouting stuff like 'I want to shit!', 'TOILET! Whoa here got toilet leh!'. That kind of crappy stuff. I love SC. Whoohoo!
And something unpleasant happened in the place where I was supposed to feel the most relieved at--the cubicle. I don't know whether I should blog about it, whether people might feel affected, whether opinions you have of me would change or not. But I don't care either, so I'd just type. Besides, I won't lose anything, and would bring across a point. It may seem that I'm flaming someone, probably because I am.
I shat and was clearing up when the non-shitters tried to break into the cubicle. They ended up blasting the lock of the door off without seeing anything, because I was already standing and leaning against the door. It doesn't matter anyway--if they want to see my ass hair, just pick up your balls and ask. Idiot. Notice the singularity? Yea. It's meant to be that way.
After they busted the door, the cleaner uncle gave a look of exasperation, almost a look of helplessness. I apologized for my friends' actions that would make life difficult for him, but apologies can't substantiate anything in this case. Except that at least the uncle would feel that he's respected, that we're not destroying the door just because we wanted to make life difficult for him.
Just because he has a thankless job doesn't mean that you can bully him. Bastard, bear that in mind. Fuck, this is pissing me off again.
I waited for SC to finish up his business before setting out to look for them. The bastard still thought it a joke, and the rest were camping behind some staircase door, with their faces out in the open. I'm not blinded by fury, and I could see them properly(I saw a promising girl. Promising because she might be chio). I flung open the door and stormed in while he jumped down the stairs as if I were joking. I didn't have time to go after him to whack him because the girl was walking away, so I just shouted at him. I forgot what I shouted, but I think it has something to do with 'You broke a door!' Forgot, really. Then I went after the girl, who walked into some restaurant. I think she's from AHS, but she was wearing a jacket so I couldn't confirm that. But the girl sitting with her is obviously from AHS. Of course I didn't stare at them, I just walked away with a throbbing feeling in my brain. I think that's anger--something I haven't felt for a long time. As the travellator mowed down, I saw everyone walking out. Didn't think of going up there to zam his face, but I pointed my middle finger at them to show that I was really pissed. And I sent a message to SC, because technically speaking he was a victim too. I forgot what I sent. OK, here's the message: Tell the fuckers who broke the door to apologize to the uncle. And thank them for spoiling my fun.
The last sentence was because I thought they were going to the arcade, and I just learnt how to enjoy the arcade until this happened. I was stoning at the beach, trying to calm myself down because if I saw his face I'd really whack. Told them to go apologize, and they all refused. Their choice. Went back to the chalet at 10PM to watch the HK drama.
The bastard still had the cheek to come down. Was sorely tempted to zam, but didn't.
And this is why I got so pissed:
1) He didn't think before he performed that act. He just pushed Alvin with enough force to break the lock. Which might not be a lot after all. But he could've shown me some consideration because I love shitting and I shut the cubicle and locked it for a reason--privacy. This is my policy--what I do unto you, you can reciprocate. Like...if I dare to take off your shoes, I dare to live with the threat of you taking off my shoes. Does he dare to sit on the toilet bowl in mid-business with the door open? Too much. 太过份。玩不起就别玩。
If you 玩不起 and still want to attack me, you're fucked up. If you 玩不起 and really stick to it, I respect you.
2) He made life difficult for the uncle. Perhaps subconsciously, in all of us, we despise people who holds these jobs. Simply because indirectly, they or their parents pay the wages of these workers. So you can make life difficult for them by breaking doors and locks? Fuck you, I don't know you. I'd rather do without such a brother. What you're doing is the same as shitting all over the place while expecting people to clear up the shit you created. I mean this literally. Theree are people in Cat High who shit all over the cubicle and expect the cleaners to clean up. Why? Because 'it's their job'. Just because it's their job doesn't mean you have to make things difficult for them.
3) If you can't even bring yourself to apologize to an uncle who helped clean up your mess, you can't be a person who is nice to be with. Apologizing for mistakes and thanking people for helping you clear the shit you created, this shouldn't need prompting at all. If you don't even know how to be a human, you aren't fit to tread on the same earth as everyone else. Your existence is not needed, just go away. Show yourself and others some respect, do us a favour and choke. I don't wish to lose hope in humanity now.
Really, I've never been so angered before. Or maybe it's just that I'm letting loose everything. But I really felt the murderous intent, the urge to sink my fist on any random spot on his body. The throbbing...vessel in my brain which persisted for 20minutes, it was unprecedented.
Urgh. Watched the 11.30PM repeat of the show which reflects the various 'problems' faced by teenagers. I think it's what? 'My blog my world'? Forgot. Anyway it was about anorexia, and the acting sucked. Repetitive, too. But really, being anorexic is stupid. No guy would want to fuck a pile of bones. Unless he has necrophilia. Besides, you can't be skinnier than Brook.
No point, really.
Oh and I tried drinking some alcohol. Forgot what it's called, but it has to be mixed with sprite or 7 up. I drank from the bottle itself, and it seared my throat. Couldn't talk properly for awhile. After the Russia vs. Spain match, we went back. Played Winning 11 with WX, and after my shower, with LS. This was around 6AM. I couldn't sleep still, and went back to play some more. Mixed the alcohol with the sprite. But still quite hiong. Couldn't play properly after awhile, and had troubles with the controls. I even switched my brain off and relied on my reflexed to fight the computer. As in, argh. You get the point. Managed to survive for sometime, until I realized that there's no point in playing like this. So I went to sleep at 7AM, a time where most people reach school. Oops. Set alarm to wake people up at 9AM, and I missed it. Deep sleep, too hiong. Packed up and zao-ed.
Only WC, BW, LS and I were left, the others went home already. Was stoning around at the ferris wheel when I saw a couple get on board. Quite sweet. I guess. Wasn't much touched or affected or anything. It's just a couple. They might break up soon anyway. It's not lasting.
Then I saw a mother and child get on board. The baby was just sitting around doing nothing in her arms. Very cute. Realized that I shouldn't spend so much time in front of a rectangular screen.
Went arcade with them and had quite a bit of fun I guess. You know the game in which they tweak it to have 5differences and you're supposed to find them out? Yea, we played that. It's not a game to play with your girlfriend, because some of the photos you're supposed to spot the differences in have females. They often change something on the boobs, or hair or somewhere private. Being able to point it out means that you were looking, you pervert. Girls should use this method--100% success rate.
I should stop typing now. And sleep. And learn to cut down my play time.
-- 6/27/2008 10:58:00 PM
2-5 gathering at Seoul Garden.
OK I'm going for chalet...later. 25th June. Yea. What a perfect date, it's almost as if we're mocking those who've started school.Oh wait--it is.
I like. Speaking of the chalet reminds me of how much I've packed(not) for it. I guess I'd do it tomorrow then. Need to wake up early too...what a chore. Ah whatever.
Went for the 2-5 outing just now. Quite...fun. When I reached Orchard MRT station, I felt that my rectum was full. So I went to defecate, and found that the toilet seat was gone. I can't aim properly with the squat-type, and have no wish to dirty my slippers by kicking the shit into the goal, so I went to one of the only 2 cubicles with toilet seats. And I found the seat cover gone. The other cubicle was occupied, and I inferred the reason behind the occupancy. Quite obvious anyway.
What to do? The water level was dang high, and if I sat on the toilet bowl itself and released, the shits' going to hit home. Can't let that happen, so I did a half squat. Am glad that at least it wasn't too much--I just had to half-squat for half a minute. It's just...praaaaaaaaaaaaat and all was settled. Quite fun.
Some water got to me though. Cleared up and met the others. I think I left no nipples un-pinched.
Am proud.
Was on the way to Orchard Road when I met GSC. Somehow his initials coincides with the 'Gold Silver Crystal' version of Pokemon, but that's another thing altogether. Raped his nipples before he stopped at Somerset. Ah, speaking of GSC reminds me: I need to bring my GBA for my special someone. Hia hia hia hia hia.
Went to Seoul Garden or something to makan. Ate a lot of cockles. Might get hepatitis B or something? I forgot, but it was fun while it lasted and I...OK I would regret if my health were to take a serious turn over a matter of cockles. Another thing is that it...wasn't exactly that filling. Or maybe I didn't eat the right stuff. Fun all the same. Played the zhongjimima game, with an exciting forfeit, like a lethal concoction of various flavoured ice-creams and weird mix of beverages. The stakes were played higher when stuff like chili sauce and powder and pepper were spammed. I'm glad I didn't lose, because the faces of the victims weren't a pleasant sight before, during, and after the torture.
Yibin was full of shit, and he went to relieve his rectum. I was full of shit too, but I held on. I guess.
Then we walked to Dhoby Ghaut. Did, like, nothing. They went to the arcade, and I was just stoning because I don't arcade much(at all). Dhoby Ghaut has a lot of gangsters and morally degraded people, and I think we were treated as such. I was giving a hearty laughter(for some reason or no reason at all), when a policewoman travelling down the escalator turned around to stare at us. A crowd of 16 sitting around just outside an arcade would definitely attract attention. I guess. Which was fine and fun anyway.
Cat High people acting like neighbourhood school students. Oh wait, we've always acted that way. I love my laughter. Don't know why.
Met John Ang. Talked a bit and we zao-ed so he went arcading.
A lot of people left, and some wanted to play pool. If I wanted to play something I'd play Runescape, and so I went home.
A rather exciting day filled with laughter and screams. More to come in the next 3d2n.
Oh yea, saw students walking around. Could infer that they were students from their attire--school uniform. HAHAHAHAHAHA and I was in home clothes, the kind which you wake up in.
Suddenly I love Cat High for its craziness in giving us exams in our holidays.
Don't be jealous. There's nothing to be envious about.
My right nipple was attacked. I think I have abrasion on my right chest. Hoops, not that it matters. Just blogging about it because I caressed myself, felt it, and thought it was good blogging material. I hope you enjoyed my talk about my chest.
I think I should sleep earlier. Have to wake up early, after all.
OH YA! FUCK! I just saw one of my tabs, reminding me to download a converter to convert .rar format files .rmvb. OK If anyone knows how to do it or something, tell me please. I can't watch One Piece 358, because I can't even open the fucking file! Bastards, what're they playing at, making it some ulu piece of shit that people can't open.
Hate them. Trolling turds. Go swim around in the toilet bowl or something. Stop surfing around the net. Gah.
Think I shall sleep when I level up my strength. Doesn't stop me from ending this post though.
FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!! Fucking suay. FUCK LAH! I was killing giant spiders, then I got low on health. Was about to teleport to Varrock when I got a random event. Then when I came back from the random event, I GOT FUCKING HIT BY A SPIDER! ONE HIT KO! Then I lost everything, including the book of knowledge. FUCK LAH, RUNESCAPE PLAYING WITH ME! Give me a random event that I can't benefit from, and kill me when I get back to ground. FUCK!
Lost my Guthix full helm, my RUNE GAUNTLETS, and my cape, and boots(which I recovered), and my strength amulet. AND MY BELOVED SCIMITAR! I love my weapons one lor.
Fuck lah..
Then there were 2 guys there when I died. I told them to help me repair my grave. They fucking went offline. Then one of them came back and asked me whether I got back my stuff or not. I said no. He said he would've helped if he didn't get into mime event. FUCKER, if he was in a mime event he wouldn't have taken 3minutes. AND HE WOULDN'T HAVE TO APPEAR OFFLINE!
Bastard.
I'm back at the place I died. The 2 bastards from before are still there. Idiots. Bitches. FUCKERS.
Damn pissed. Lost 500k for nothing. One of them is wearing Saradomin full helm and platebody. I hope he dies.
-- 6/25/2008 12:25:00 AM
Spain vs. Italy
Effing boring match. Not something I went to my cousins' house to watch in high-definition for. Referring to the...Spain vs. Italy match.F lah, dang boring. The playing style was very conservative, BY BOTH. Spain gained majority of the possession, and my cousin commented that '50% of Spain's possession was played by defenders.'
Astute observations, and I fell asleep on several occasions.
The match was too slow, no action, damn boring. If you missed it, you won't regret it anyway. There's nothing to lose in not watching that match. Urgh.
See? 0-0, can only be settled by penalty kick. I gave up watching after 90minutes. Too sleepy, can't be bothered to watch extra time as they seem to be playing only for a draw. And watching penalty kicks isn't useful, luck plays a major role in PKs. I'm glad I didn't watch on, that's all. Rather much of a waste of time.
Many people are whining about the fact that school started, because they hate school, find school boring, don't want to do work, owe too much work, blah blah. I have a few-step-to-injoying-school for people who feel that school sucks out the fun out of people:
1) Do crazy things. Look at me, you're reading the blog of someone who does stupid and/or crazy things. And I love school, because...I don't know. There are loadsa stuff to do in school. It's not as if I love studying, but because I love to make noise. You can't make noise to yourself. OK you can, if you go to 'Hougang chalet'. Then you can wear your strait jacket and move around/not.
PAUSE: Now the giant spiders aren't attacking me automatically. Sian. Have to click.
2) Uh. Make craziness part of your life. The moment you slap your thighs and fake laughs is the moment you turn truly deranged. I've crossed that milestone, and look at me now--flawless. And injoying school. Learn to, too.
3) Play Runescape. It's fun. No link, but it's fun. Especially when you realize you can hit 19 with a Rune Berserker Shield 0. Meaning that it doesn't have any charges. Yes, 19 with Rune Scimitar. Another milestone reached.
OK that concludes my steps to injoying school. I don't have much to blog about. Not that I have much content normally. Oh wait...
Peeps, how's school?
YES the spiders are on auto-attack mode again, woohoo!
OK I think I shall stop here. I'm at peace with the world currently. OK maybe except for Spain and Italy. Oh ya. Actually I didn't miss any matches? Did I? I liked Russia vs. Netherlands though, a rather fast-paced, non-boring game. By the way, don't be a dork by referring to Netherlands as Holland. As Edward said, Holland is just one of the many provinces of Netherlands.
Realized that there are many spacings? That's because I really am at peace with the world. Oh yea, ever noticed how the faces of the angmohs turn red during a soccer match? It's almost as if their shunt vessels...constricted(?). Oh wait, maybe it's because they are. Che. Their faces cam blend into the colour of their jerseys, and that says a lot when you refer to the Spain jersey. See the resemblance between the 2 colours? It's beyond blusher effect, and it says a lot since it's a human reaction. Scary thought, no?
Oh yea, if you watched the Russia vs. Netherlands match, into the extra time, you'd realize that the Dutch goalkeeper has nice legs. OK I forgot his name, Van der Sar or something. Anyway, the first/second goal in the extra time sped past his open legs, and he kiapped his legs almost immediately after the ball hurtled past him. My sis and I watched in awe at his reflexes. Wonder how did he train that. Really, dang good goalkeeper. Hilarious action.
Oh yea, and one of the Russians who scored during the extra time got taupoked. When they filmed(is there a better word? Shoot?) his face, he had a look of shock and extreme discomfort. I'm guessing the weight of an entire football team isn't something a person can tank without that face.
One more thing that riled me when watching via sopcast--Chinese commentators. There's this channel, GD sports. They have the HK version and the China version. In the HK version, they speak Cantonese, something my sis and I don't understand. So we blur and just watch.
In the China version, you have to put up with commentators who can't resist shouting into the microphone, at a lagged pace. It's amusing, but true. Heh, that sounds like me. I'm amusing, and true. No link.
Oh yea, I had a dream. A vision, something which was totally destroyed by the Spain vs. Italy match. I dreamt that Spain would win Italy 3-1. I went ahead of myself and betted $5 on that results and total score. I ended up losing $10.
I hate football. And gambling. I could've won...$310.50 in total if my vision came true, but no. I ended up losing $330.50, because:
1) I lost my $10 I staked.
2) Money not earnt = money lost.
Urgh.
-- 6/23/2008 08:04:00 PM
'U are the one!'--my shit.
My sister is a bit keesiao. Maybe a bit is an understatement, but that'd do for now. She watched the Channel U...contest? The what?-beauty contest or something. SThe 'U are the one' bullshit or something. Last Sunday I guess. She knew that she'd end up cussing and swearing and cursing her eyes off, but she watched anyway. Weird woman, and I heard her screaming in agony at all the visual pollutions put forth in torrents by the pageants.Even I wilted as I saw the male contestants. OK I didn't watch the show, but I heard and watched enough advertisements to know that guys in Singapore are becoming more 'metrosexual', one stop short of homosexual. Not saying that homosexual people are all metrosexual, but I somehow have a problem with 'metrosexual'. Never mind. It's just that I don't support the iFea of guys who put on make-up. It's the same as my refusal to accept guys who wear skinny jeans as guys, as their balls would splatter from those tight-fitting pieces of shit. If they had any in the first place.
Which reminds me of the various artistes they invited to 'grace' the occasion. I personally don't find 5566 palatable, but I didn't shit after that so I guess it's OK. And they didn't lip-sync I think. Not that it matters--their singing sucks, live or not.
All this talk about random-assed shows reminds me of the channel 8 7PM show. I don't know who the fuck is she, or what the fuck is she thinking, entering showbiz without the basic talent of acting. She's beautiful? Pretty? I don't know about those, but it doesn't matter so long as her acting sucks. And it does suck, and I have a problem with that. Why is she even allowed to enter showbiz? Pretty? Cough.
I hate everything about her. Even jokes which could've been funny turns bland by her voice and obnoxious cadence. It's almost as if she times herself to talk with a rhythm, and...urgh. Words fail to describe my frustration.
I'd be watching the France vs. Italy match later. Of course I'd be supporting France. By the way, isn't it ironical that the champion and runner-up of the World Cup is having troubles getting into quarter-finals of the Euro Cup? Deplorable to a certain extent. Now Netherlands is confirmed+guarantee+chop in the quarter-finals, and it could let Romania win this match. If Romania(I think it's Romania) wins this match, the outcome of the France vs. Italy match wouldn't matter at all. Enough said.
I was walking back home when I saw this small little girl. She wasn't attractive, and what she was doing, or not doing, makes her even less appealing. She was with her maid, and her maid was shielding her with an umbrella. It's not as if she can't hold it herself right? What's her problem? Can she just go die or something? Kids these days are too pampered. To the point of being screwed up, and they grow up with the screwed perception that they would always be shielded by their parents and so can do anything they want. OK that's thinking too much, so I'd stop at there. But I know she won't grow up to become a fine person such as myself.
Why shield herself from the sun? I don't even bother with umbrellas in the rain. OK, she wants to protect herself from the sun. =.= anything goes. But why ask the maid?? Just because she can? OK I can't argue anymore if that's the case..never mind.
Oh yea, the 'U are the one' just reminded me of crappy stuff. Like how people of these days are building their confidence and self-esteem on something as superficial as looks. I'm not a philosopher, I'm not some critic of this generation, I don't know what other stuff to build self-esteem on, but building it on something skin-deep, I don't think that that's the way to go. There are so many other things to do and be concerned about instead of something so frivolous, yet people still do it anyway.
There are guys whose lives depend on the length of their hair. There are guys who can't face others without dolling themselves out. There are blah blah blah blah blah. The list goes on forever.
I remember someone or something or a course or whatever, is that self-esteem is the cornerstone of...respect? Confidence? What other stuff?
If you build your self-esteem on looks, your self-esteem would be destroyed easily 'You're ugly', and you start to melt. And I know of many people who would melt because they get affected easily by others. It's so easy to bring down a person. Never mind.
Fuck. Mozzy lagging like shit, goes blank after every other word. =.=
Oh yea, nowadays I cut out the fat on my chicken. Health-conscious? No, it's just that I leave the best for the last. Then I eat Shank's too. I love fats. Don't know why.
Oh yea, my friends list in Runescape is full. It's full of dead contacts--many of the 'friends' don't come online, might have deleted me already, and most of them I forgot who are they and how I met them already. =.=
And this is a random thing I just came up with: Can I say that you don't have a choice?
Lame, I know.
-- 6/15/2008 11:22:00 PM
REFEREE KAYU
So my sis was watching the Spain vs. XXXXXXXXXXX match on GD sports, a HK channel I think, when they started playing The Final Countdown. I was rather shocked, but there was no singing, and I was busy fogging. Didn't have time to sing, or lip-sync. Too bad, but it was exciting nonetheless. It's rare to see modern institutions/sports channel use an old song dated 1986 and before?Definitely not implying anything about my school. As a matter of fact, I really love Cat High. Somehow.
Enough of the random final countdown. I watched the match between France and Netherlands yesterday at 2.45AM. It was a very fast-paced match, and the only thing that sucked was the referee.
There was a fucking obvious handball in the fucking penalty area by a Dutch player in the Dutch penalty box. Henry was effing pissed with the referee, with his facial features distorted into some form of frustration which could only be felt and not seen, because his facial features became distorted. I support the French(duh), because...I don't know. When(if) I play Winning 11 on my Playstation 1, I would take note to set up France vs. Netherlands, and I'd score as many times as I like just to vent my frustration. I wonder if the thing could still work or not, I haven't touched it in ages. As I exclaimed(not so much of that, but something along those lines), the referee kayu, 'didn't' see the handball.
Fucker.
And whenever the Dutch players fall down or get tripped or pushed in the slightest way, the bitch would give his whistle its much needed blow job. He's got powerful lungs. Money grabber. I'm sure he was bribed or something. No wait, I KNOW he was bribed. Because I am -----.
Even the linesmen were bribed. OK I can't really give an example, but linesmen and referee go hand in hand. I'm sure all of them were bribed.
That, or a severe colour-blindness which makes them unable to see the Dutch players. Maybe it's due to the weird colour combination which camouflages them. Somehow, my sis and I had troubles seeing the Dutch players. Perhaps yellow really blends in with green.
If you read the above you'd have realized that it makes no sense. Know why? Because I'm not trying to make any.
Oh yea, and Ribery plays in a rather amusing way. My sis' friend described him as '突然间跑很快但没有做什么东西'. Agreed. But he normally gets tackled before he can do anything. Sad life.
And you know why the Dutch goalkeeper is the best goalkeeper? Why was he able to save so many shots from the French, letting in only one goal? Because he spits on his penalty box. On or in? Or does it work both ways? Never mind that, he kept SPITTING. Dang disgusting, I had troubles eating breakfast after that. He just...drinks water and spits out half of it.
I know that doesn't explain anything, but water and grass don't make good ground for running on. One French tried to shoot, and ended up falling as the grass was lubricated. Why don't the Dutch goalie lubricate some ass to sodomize instead? Less of a waste of water, more of a pleasure, and definitely a cleaner game in every sense of the word. I forgot his name by the way, I can't remember names well.
Is it spelt as kayu? Never mind, get the point can liao. Did you?
But the game was more or less...fast paced, like I said. It was fun watching, so I open big big. Full screen in short. Oh wait, same number of alphabets. Different number of spacings though, so I guess 'Full screen' is more compact. Definitely.
Oh by the way, thanks Yen Chuan for telling me the timetable for the examinations next week. I think I should post it up here because I know I'd forget soon enough. Here goes:
Mon:
HCl: 8AM-10AM History Elect.: 2.30PM-3.50PM
Tues:
Chem: 10AM-12AM Pure Geog.: 2PM-3.30PM
Wednesday:
NIL NIL NIL NIL NIL NIL NIL NIL NIL. What does NIL actually mean anyway?
Thurs:
SS: 10AM-11.15AM E. Maths: 2PM-4.30PM
Friday:
Bio: 10AM-12AM A. Maths: 2PM-4.30PM
Yea, nearly the whole week.
Don't laugh. That's our(by our, I mean Cat High...gentlemen) exclusive right.
Oh and I cleared the Elite Four. Bunch of pussies, making me fight them one by one without healing. Super potions and revives and the kind aren't the best kind of healing anyway. But I'm glad I brought that loser Lance down. Loser because he hides behind the Elite Four, waiting for me to get tired and all that crap.
But if they don't play it like that, it's less challenging. So I can accept this bullshit.
Random.
Here's my team: D. Ace: 48, Sanji: 46, Espeon: 49, Nami: 44, Roronoa: 43.
I want Luffy also. He shall be in the form of a Snorlax.
-- 6/14/2008 11:46:00 PM
Pokemon Crystal League Challenge!
I charged my phone at home..on Monday. What a waste of electricity. Dang. Ah well, never mind. Not that it'd hurt.Speaking of charging reminds me of Fist of Guthix. I got more tokens and now I have rune gauntlets. I think I told you people about how the game is played, so I shan't bother anymore since there's no point in caring about a minigame in which you people would most probably turn out not playing. I'm hungry anyway, so never mind.
There are always bastards who would comment that you're running away from him, blah blah. Stuff like 'Omg noob', 'Runner', blah blah. Bloody bastards, that only happens when I'm the one being hunted. When I'm the one hunting? Poof. Nothing more to say about such people. I'm sure many of us would have the misfortune to meet such people in real life, and I really pity everyone, including myself, for living in a world so fucked-up by these losers. If I were the ruler of this world, I'd ban them from playing Runescape. And there are some other losers who would just disappear after seeing the opponent's level. Just give up, like that. I once fought a lvl16 and he was just stoning there, doing all he could to try to lessen the difference in our charges. I respect him for that, but I still tried to kill him while he was the hunter. And I was fighting a level77 who just gave up without a fight. Dang loser.
Oh yea, went to wilderness with Josh and his friend. Bloody '2nd degree' friend I have, thinking that revenants are all nice and tame without means of binding one to a spot. Anyway, we were at the Demonic Ruins or something and we got attacked by a knight and a vampire. I've taken out the prefix 'revenant' because I'm lazy and because I can, and we stoned at a safe spot. Then the bastard whom I don't know at all told us to just run away. Fucker, I told them that the revenants would follow, but he just kept saying stuff like 'follow lor', not knowing how much they can hit and about their ice darts which would 'freeze your muscles', rendering you immobile. It's impossible to run away unscathed, and I forgot to tell the 2 of them to bring food. And so we were in this predicament, and things just had to worsen with that idiot amok with his screwed iFeas.
He bloody baited the vampire into the safe spot. I got damn fed-up with this fucked-up person and decided to just run away from that place because although it's possible to handle the vampire without food, it's not possible to run away from the knight after that. Since that idiot baited that vampire, I left him to live and die for himself. I brought Josh to somewhere safe before running back to see how things are.
He didn't know how to tell us that he was safe either. He ran in the same direction as us, but we missed him and he just didn't bother to tell us about him being safe.
What a team player. So I ran back and found Josh and we walked to where the idiot was. Got attacked by a knight, too. Just ran away, and Josh finally understood my anger at his friend after seeing the deadly hits dealt by the knight.
I'm never going wilderness again with such idiots. I'd rather go alone, and that says a lot as going alone is dang dangerous. At least I'd die by my own mistake and weaknesses, and not by someone's stupidity.
On a completely different note: The need to fit in.
I watch the 7PM show and there's this girl who sort of befriended bad company and became bad herself. I find this damn stupid.
Why does she need to fit in so much? Why does she need to feel as if she belonged somewhere with some people? Is there a point in becoming someone she isn't, just to fit in with a group of people who are forcing her to become someone completely different? Got money earn not?
I think this reflects something about Singapore society.
Why do people even want to 'belong' somewhere? Aye I don't know what I'm talking about. But really, there's no point in trying hard to fit into somewhere just to feel better, because s'long as you aren't being yourself, you are a tortured soul. I know of retarded people who are themselves all the time. I mean retards like people who'd put a 'handsome' in front of their names on their email addresses and all. They are themselves all the time, and most of the time people won't want to be around with him/her. But they are being themselves, and I have that bit of respect for their thick-skin. But then again there's no actual argument here because I don't know what I'm talking about already.
I guess I'm sleepy.
Never mind.
Speaking of that drama serial reminds me of the pushing back of the Star Awards. There's a lot of talk about the Awards showing favoritism to Jeanette Aw by getting itself delayed. I think it's bullshit.
Come to think of it, I don't like Jeanette Aw much. I think she's bull--never mind. Might get sued or something. But I don't like her. Really, I think that her acting..got problem. I don't really know what I could say without getting sued, but really, I don't like her. Never mind. Shall shut up now. Urgh. I don't like her.
Oh yea, there's this rather interesting story:
http://www.fictionpress.com/s/2258119/1/My_Toaster_Thinks_Im_Crazy
It makes me really want to be able to hear and talk to inanimate objects, s'long as I have a choice to shut them up when I need them to be quiet.
Other than that, it'd be perfect to have the examination papers telling you how to answer the questions set.
And my sister is watching the match between Spain and Russia. Lucky my computer screen big. Oh yea, and the connection lags by around 2minutes. So if you want to watch a match through your computer, you might get spoilered by your neighbours.
Has anyone watched 'Next'? I think that's the name of the show in which Nicholas Cage starred in as a man going through mid-life crisis. He has the..curse to see 2minutes into the future. Curse because life should be full of surprises. Never mind, but if you have his curse, you'd be able to know the goals in advance.
That'd be great innit?
I'm going to fight the Pokemon League soon. I'm with Typhlosion, Poliwhirl, Hitmonlee, Espeon, Skarmory, and Scyther. Scyther is just a filler Pokemon. Maybe I'd change it to Sudowoodo. Never mind.
Here are their nicknames respectively: D. Ace, Nami, Sanji, Espeon(not nicknames), Roronoa, Zoro.
I wanted Scyther on my team permanently, but it couldn't fly and it has a sucky moveset, so I scrapped him off. I think I'd get Snorlax and name him Luffy, since Luffy sleeps a lot.
My sis just poured water all over the table. She didn't know what she was doing either. But I guess the keyboard's fine by virtue of the fact that I'm able to type. Troublesome woman.
Going to sleep.
-- 6/11/2008 12:23:00 AM
NCC Annual Camp 08
So I went back to school last night because LS, BW and CDD called me to go back. At 10AM. I think it's a bit keesiao, but I think that keesiao is a bit of an understatement. The number of commuters on my bus didn't exceed one digit.Anyway, I went back and found the 3 of them at the canteen. I just jumped over the wall from the front, couldn't be bothered to walk to the back because even if the police tried catching me again, I could argue that I'm innocent and that my innocence could be proven by the people who are camping inside, who are my juniors. I win. Not that anything of that sort happened though, I was too quick for the police. Wait, they weren't there at that time.
I thought that WX and RY would be there also, but I was sort of scammed. Ah well, this should teach people who are organizing class gatherings and stuff a lesson--just say 'Everyone coming, you want come?' A lot of people would reply 'Eh who going? Tell me the list then I decide.' Too much of a hassle, and if everyone waits for someone else to make the first decision, nothing could be done.
Anyway, we went out for supper after awhile. The walk to Bishan Market was fun, with all the comments being thrown at random girls who walk past us. Whoa, night scenery quite picturesque. If you get what I mean.
Went to Shop and Save and bought some canned drinks, all the Wang Zai milk. And we threw them into the ice-cream refrigerator and stoned around while waiting for it to chill. Such drinks are best consumed chilled. How nice.
Got back to school at around 1.30AM? Forgot. Played a lot of shit with the noisy roller chairs, like rolling down the slope just outside the store. It makes a hell load of noise and I was rather worried that we'd wake the NPCC people up because they were sleeping in their store, and their store is near our store which is near the slope. Turns out we woke TDS up. Fun. Not feeling guilty though.
We then played jousting with those chairs and bamboo poles we picked up from the pile of bamboos lying around. Dang fun, and a lot of noise generated. Can't be helped. Bamboos are supposed to make noise when they clash anyway, no harm done. Not that we know of any done.
Then their supposed 'Hell Night' came at 2.45AM. I think they took 10minutes to come down from the fire drill. Wow. And it got so boring that the other 3 fell asleep halfway at the canteen. I found the standard hard to stomach, so I went to eat my cup noodles while watching the campers get 'tortured'. When they were released, I checked my watch to determine how long the 'hell night' was. Whoohoo, 3.35AM, so much for a hell night. I found that crappy, and after finishing my cup noodles I went to sleep.
Oops, that cup of noodles was my third supper for that night. No wonder I'm feeling dang hungry and fat now.
Oh yea, I asked one of the Sec 3s what they were doing. His name resembles someone important, but I shan't name him. The conversation, below:
Me: Was that hell night?
Part C: Yea.
Me: 30minutes, hell night? Like fire drill like that.
Part C: It's a fire drill.
Me: So hell night = fire drill?
Part C: Yea.
But no one can blame them for not knowing the true terror of hell nights. After all, they've only been through one, and that was when they were Sec 1s. We've had 2 full encounters and we know that it's not just a 'fire drill'.
It is fucking troublesome having to answer parents who would go all out to protect their children from the terrors of the CCA of their child's choice. It is fucking irritating when all these forms of protectiveness inhibits our productivity to the CCA, as our teachers would have to answer to the parents should their children get injured or 'traumatized'. Also, calls would come in if these pampered..people complain to their parents about how tough training was. All the pressure would go to the teachers, who would then review and scrap off almost everything that raised objections from parents because there is no defence for protectiveness.
'Ahh, my son is a wimp, he cannot take it, he might die!'
'Ahh, I'm trying to be pretentious by saying that my son can take it, but because in reality he can't and I want to save his face, I'd say that other children cannot take it, this has to be scrapped!'
'Ahh, this is so tough, I don't think I can take it and I don't have faith in my son's physical abilities so he cannot take it either!'
The list above is not exhaustive, but I'm exhausted just typing it out. And I can't spew vulgarities as those are my juniors and as much as I don't like it, I know it's not their fault as it's ultimately their parents' fault.
It boils my blood. This reminds me of the NCC Air Stomp! thing. Seriously, if you think that your son tak boleh tahan, don't even send him to a uniform group to become a pathetic excuse for a UG member. Don't make things tough for the CCA leaders just because you want your son to be tough yet not get strained too much physically.
On a completely different note, I've been going to school for the past 4days when I realized that after I take my shower, I'd wear another pair of green school pants. After seeing this pattern, I decided that if there's a way to make the pants integrate with my thighs, I'd go for it.
Oh yea, and I could teach you how to get fat. Eat 3suppers in one night. That's healthy. Definitely.
-- 6/07/2008 07:44:00 PM
Teenage magazine is bullshit.
I've always wondered why the magazine 'Teenage' doesn't go out of business, with a sizable chunk of the magazine devoted to 'Kelly' and her replies to teens who are 'lost'. Bullshit, any sane person who reads those letters sent in would know that most of them are fake. After all, I can write a letter in to Kelly, claiming to be a damsel in distress of my...chek ko pek of a neighbour who would always ask me over to his house for tea while fondling my genitals. And that I'm a girl. Yes, that would be perfect.Every story in the column has a plot similar to the next, but varies slightly. I'm not sure how to describe it, but it's always about how some girl comes across a scene at home which she should never have witnessed. Or about how a guy wants a ravaged-by-brothers girlfriend while the girlfriend continues getting ravaged.
Really, it's damn stupid and I don't see a point in reading the replies and all. I can come up with a story now. I won't bother sending it in to 'Kelly' but you might want to help me do it.
I shall write about how I'm insecure about my dick size, and that I cut myself everyday because I think it's cool and can cover up my obvious flaw of having a small dick.
'Dear Kelly, I've been a loyal fan of yours since P6. I find your replies very intelligent and wise, and I hope that you'd be able to impart some of your wisdom on what I should do. I need help. My friends have been laughing at me ever since they pulled me away from the uriner in mid-stream just to check out the size of my package. I was shocked when they did that, and I was even more shock to find them laughing about how small my genital is. Ever since then, they've been laughing at me all along for my 'small dick', and more insults came in as they started calling me 'Lame dick', or 'Smallie'. Now even the girls in my class know about this, and have joined in in the name-calling. I find it hard to even look at my classmates in the face now. I don't know what to do, it's so painful just sitting in the classroom while everyone around me laughs at me. I cannot live with this, and whenever a classmate whispers to someone else, I'd think that it's something negative about me. I am so hurt by their actions and name-calling that I started cutting myself to relieve the pain. But it's no use, the more I cut, the more I cry. Now I have scars on me, and those are the only thing I could be proud of--that I've gone through pain that no normal human would inflict on himself. But I'm still agonized by the name-calling, no matter how I hide it. What should I do? Awaiting your reply..Emo'
Would someone go post it?
If it really gets posted I'd laugh my teeth off. I'd have proven that Teenage is crap, posting crap written by a crappy guy.
Oh yea, something like the 'life-experience' I elaborated above was posted. It was about some crappy girl who cut herself because her classmates called her ugly. What a bitch, scars don't beautify people's skin. Get a life and get used to your face already.
'Oh, my classmates laughed at me and I cannot take it anymore so I'd cut myself'.
I don't even have to elaborate any further--you already know how crappy that is. 'I cannot take my facial features anymore, I'm going to cut!'
You know what? The facial features STAY, and if you really hate your genes so much, do something constructive, like take a plunge. There's no honour in cutting yourself over skin-deep issues. See the irony? If you really hate your face so much, express your anger by cutting your face and making it look as if you've escaped from a hentai samurai or something. That's definitely a more plausible excuse for those scars on your face. Hell, I don't mind scars on my face. I already have one on my throat, there's nothing to lose already.
But hey emo girl, if you're going to cut yourself over the hideocity of your face, just jump. No one would miss you, and I'd remember you as the most environmental-friendly person. Thanks for not wasting my oxygen.
OK I know that the letter might be crap sent by crappy people such as myself, but I'm just saying that if such a person who would cut herself over her face exists, I'm thinking along the lines of the above.
Of course, there might be real cases in the letters sent, but I think that those are few and far between. Sure, I'm narrow-minded, don't have foresight, don't see the sufferings of people, blah blah. But really, read that column yourself and tell me how you feel about it.
I remember having read Teenage when I was P5 or smaller. I first came across the term 'Masturbation', which I checked up on the dick. The definition was 'Fingering of one's genitals' or something along those lines. I didn't know what was a 'genital', so I went to check and I found my answer. From then on, I knew that masturbation was a bad word. And what genitals refer to.
I guess I should thank Teenage for giving me the knowledge before most children of my age at that point of time. I feel truly blessed.
Oh, the story was about how a girl masturbated with her boyfriend, and how the boyfriend eventually broke up with her because he 'missed his ex'. Then she feels dirty and all. Quite stupid. What's done is already done, there's no honour in feeling dirty and there's no money to be earnt. So just shut up and get on with life. You did something stupid, you reflect, you know what not to do next time, then get on with life. Just because you feel dirty doesn't change the fact that you were once fingered by a guy who didn't love you at all. So are you going to just whine about it, wallow in self-pity and remain stagnant? No point, just shut up about it and stop spamming a fictitious column with your whiney letters. 'Oh, it hurts.' Who doesn't smart from the suanages of the world? It's an absurd world we're living in, and I'm sure that there is no 'worst case scenario' because anything and everything can worsen at any point of time. And what'd you do when it does? Whine? Stop and stare and cry? Shut up. Just shut up, I can't believe that I'm living on oxygen as you are. Urgh.
The mere thought riled me. Never mind, I'm hungry at 1.16AM, I think I should have my late night supper before sleep. Then I'd wake up hungry enough for a heavy breakfast because I hope that Mrs. Chew would treat us breakfast, as usual.
Not going for the annual camp after all. Like no one going like that.
-- 6/06/2008 12:33:00 AM
I got Sanji!
I'm at peace with the world. Somehow. Just sleepy. Yea.I somehow feel like ending this 'post' with a 'Goodnight', like right now. Yawns.
Never mind. Shall blabber about my Crystal and Runescape.
I'm still trying to get my Eevee to love me lah, then it can evolve into Espeon or Umbreon, however you spell it. But I want an Espeon, because it looks more pleasing to the eye. And I have to cycle around with my damned Eevee at the first position. I think this makes the Pokemon happier with me? I hope? Because I've been doing that for ages and I don't want to know that it's a waste of time. Please let me indulge in my own fantasies that my method actually works, even if it doesn't.
If not I parang you ah. Shh. I think it works though. It seemed happier. Maybe it's just me.
And I'd have to get my Tyrogue to level20, with its attack higher than its defense. Not much of a problem I guess. Then it can become a real Sanji. I think I'm a bit keesiao, naming my Pokemon after One Piece characters. Ah well. Can't be helped.
My Typhlosion is D. Ace, my Skarmory is Roronoa, my would-be Hitmonlee is Sanji, and I haven't thought of others yet. Fitting? Not that I care about your opinion, I'm just being a hypocrite.
Oops.
Ah, and I nearly got killed in Runescape just now. The wilderness is damn scary now, with revenants appearing all the time. Knights can hit 30 and the freeze darts render me immobile. Can die dang easily one. Urgh, I died last night because of this deadly ability. And I didn't have food.
One thing about being in a clan is that you can't run around freely. I would normally offer to tank the revenant for awhile(because my defense level is higher than what's acceptable for my level), and ask the others to run first, so that I can run after they run without worrying about them getting attacked by the revenant. Then after they get to safety, I can get to safety too.
But due to brotherhood/family-hood, they'd choose to stay back and wait for me to get away and run away together. Aye, this reminds me of all the bloody anime in which the protagonist refuses to run away from her nakama when her nakama is desperately just trying to hold off the opponent for her to run away. It would be his final sacrifice, but the protagonist would just end up stepping all over his honour by stoning and shouting stuff like 'No!!! I will never leave you!!'
Of course, it is touching to see this kind of love, but sometimes one just wants the other party to leave ASAP.
Ah well, I guess my point is clear. Just run away. It makes things easier.
Ahh I don't want to die at the hands of any revenants, ahh! OK I think I shall end here because I want to watch some show. I am at peace with the world currently.
-- 6/04/2008 09:40:00 PM