Chronicles of Rat part 2.
Alright, so the grave of nataS was disturbed. Don't know which fucked up person tried to destroy it, but no matter, it's back in place.Anyway what was I about to blog? Shit. I forgot. Oh yea, about the 'Perfect cut' on Channel U the last 13episodes. I think it's 13episodes.
I won't say that it's good, but few drama serials can get my off the computer just to sit and stone and appreciate the show, and this was one of them.
I think the effect would be the same even if it was put on repeat. I'd still stop clanwarring just to watch the show. See, the gravity of the show is this strong.
But now all that would change. I don't watch K drama, and I think they suck and are pointless and boring and whatnot. I won't watch the piece of shit that'd be screening in an hour's time. Now's 9PM by the way.
Eww. I don't know what else to say already. Shall post on nataS some day, but it'd be with great sadness, a very solemn journey I won't want to take part in currently. Blah.
To increase word count and make people who bother to come read my blog feel as if they are respected and that my posts are not made to patronize them, I shall carry on with the erotica where I left it as:
She followed him to his house, not knowing why she became so subservient to a man she barely knew. The only thing that kept her going was the moistness between her legs, and the fact that Rat was the source for her physical torment and need for relief. They reached his house as he fumbled for his keys. Men undergo the torture of lack of hand-foot-eye coordination, whatever the combination's order is, whenever they get blood swinging down to their lower body. A real pain in the neck, but nothing is fair in this world.
Rat didn't know how else to proceed. He didn't know how to control his powers, or fully utilize his fruit's ability yet. But he played by the ear, and was more than happy to end his virginity on the hot young woman that was quivering in anticipation on the sofa. Not knowing how to proceed and not sure whether or not she would consent to his violation of her, he started caressing her hair slowly, before moving to her face. All the time, she was groaning, her pleasure heightening with every touch he administered. Soon, he become more bold and reckless, as is the characteristic of males with lesser blood in the brain, and slowly unbuttoned her blouse. Her assets, which threatened to pop out previously, made their shy debut after being free from the fabric which held them back.
Seeing this nameless woman's skin free for him to touch intensified his need for sexual satisfaction. Knowing that he has the rights to every part of her body, he decided to violate it as forcefully as he could. He didn't want his first time to pass by without inflicting pain on both parties. Emboldened, he made his move to remove the remaining material which differentiated humans from animals.
Author's note: Can I skip the part about stripping and the sex? Because my description and England is of the phail kind.
After they were free from any form of inhibition of body movement and contact, they moved on to explore each other's wonderland.
Continue some other time, I going to sleep liao.
Bit the headache. I'd attribute it to too much blood in the brain. I tried to do a blood swing, but it was pointless. Very disappointed in my draining system. Shucks.
-- 7/28/2008 08:52:00 PM
Rat's fruit ability.
Before I start on tonight's erotica, I shall talk about how a motorcycle on a walkway scared the balls out of me while I was walking down the path, playing Pokemon. Yea, narrated.The guy driving the motorcycle laughed a bit. My reaction was dang huge, I jumped off the walkway, whatever it's called, and onto the grass. THE GUY LAUGHED AT ME! IT WAS HIS FAULT! But I found it funny too. I love my own reactions. Simply put, I love myself.
Anyway, the topic for tonight is erotica. Some people might find my blog morally degraded because of it, but I do what I like, and others' may choose to have their own opinions on my way of living and typing and posting and whatever.
So, being a hypocrite I am, I'm going to warn you people not to read the below of you people might find it offensive. I mean, I've only posted an erotica blog post once before this.
Enough said. Injoy. Hope you pop a boner, whoohoo!
Oh and this has a bit of One Piece element.
Oh yea, forget about all the grammar mistakes generated. Because there would be none. I'm perfect.
Shit, how do I start?
OK.
Rat had never found himself handsome or aesthetically pleasing. He didn't have much of a figure either. He was in shade only because round is a shape.
Every time he looks into the mirror, he can only see some piece of shit staring back at him. Perhaps this is because he didn't have much confidence in his face and figure. All the Fs.
Everyone around him seemed to be having sex on a daily basis, enjoying it while he's left behind. No one cared about him, because they already had their own sex partners. Or mass orgies, and everyone was careful to exclude Rat and his small dick.
He did not want this to carry on. He couldn't face the prospect of being a virgin for the rest of his life, because undoubtedly he would not have a wife given his appearance. He thought that there was no way out for him, because even plastic surgery can't perform miracles for him. He was that bad.
He knew that there was no way out for him. He wanted to die, to end his life because he was too ugly to live on. He was sorry for treading on the same earth as other humans and wishes to be reborn as a clam. But for him to be reborn, he needed to end his life. Just as he was about to take the plunge, some divine power threw him a fruit. In a husky voice, the sound of the above tugged at his heartstrings:
'Dear Rat, I've tried to give you a better life by giving you such a face and body. You are a fucking horny person, and your life could only go downhill if you were to have sex. You'd become a morally degraded man; that was a screwed plan I tried to change for you. But I don't wish for your death. So I hereby throw you this fruit, the Horny-Horny fruit, in the hopes that you would put it to good use. After consumption, you would live an entirely different life. But do practice discretion.'
A weird horn-shaped fruit landed on Rat's head, and he fell unconscious. Upon waking up on his bed with the fruit by his side, he wasted no time eating it. It tasted horrible and he fainted.
The next morning, he felt damn weird. Rat awoke with a boner and creamed pants. He had a wet dream, and was proud. He wanted to make it happen, and as promised by the above, he tried out whatever was unlocked to him on a random, beautiful passerby. Her name was unimportant, what mattered most is the potential satisfaction to be gained. He leered at her and locked her eyes in his gaze while she felt an overpowering charm exude from him.She had never been so turned on before, and when Rat signalled for her to follow, she did as ordered.
Gah. I can't carry on here. It just sounds too sick. I'm not going to be proud of it either. I think I shall like go set up fictionpress or something just to put erotic stories. Not here. I'm blushing already. Ahh, I shy.
Anyway, I think I should post certain things about the school some other day. Stuff like queues really piss me off. Yea. I'm ending this post here. The above is the introduction for what you might be able to find in fictionpress some other day. Blah.
-- 7/23/2008 08:44:00 PM
CHMA 08
Heh I hope the anti-Chris saga ended. I really do. Because things would turn out really ugly if it carries on.Anyway, I went for CHMA yesternight and it was plain fun. I thought I'd be late because LS doesn't seem to keep time well. Got to school at around 7.40PM and rushed for the tickets. Lucky still got. Then went into the hall and bounced around and made a hell loada noise. Met Jack and friends and Pehwee.
Anyway, I didn't get much action. Probably because I didn't get in. Sobs. But seeing Springs on stage tickled me much. I tried catching him off stage, but he was busy. Sobs. He had no time for me.
Anyway I didn't do any crazy stuff. Because I didn't get the chance to, and Cat High people are too rowdy and noisy for my voice to carry.
OH YA AND SPRINGS THOUGHT I SHOUTED HIS NAME! He mentioned something like 'Oh, no no no, is that you Alastair?' IT WASN'T ME! Haha but I think I did pop in some funny lines here and there. As a Leo should.
And I charged up the stage to help him present a prize! I ran up! It was all fun. I had to shout at him to make him turn around =.= what an idiot. Hate him. Heh. He gave me a flower. I'm sure he planned to give that to some female, because there were 8 numbers on the flower. What a despo. Joking.
Heh. I held the stage for 10seconds. Should have done the intro of the final countdown. This might leave me with regret for a lifetime.
Then nothing else happened, but I decided that I don't want to go home with a stalk of roses, so I decided to return the favour.
Talked to some iMedia guy who seemed to be cuing Springs on what to say and stuff. So I asked the guy to warn Springs that I'd be going up to give him flowers. Wanted him to be mentally prepared or something. HA. So considerate of me. And then I barged up the stage to present him a stalk of roses. I think my balls are enviable. Heh. Am proud. And I did it in front of some VIPs and the principal =.=
And my dress code of yesternight was sloppy. With the SL shirt, school pants, and slippers. I'm the sloppiest dressed person ahaha.
And I charged up the stage twice.
Oh yea, and the Malay band came, Juzbe or something. Forgot how to spell. They were performing some song, Ain't no sunshine. But I caught no ball, I heard 'Anal sunshine'. My bad. Voicing out made people laugh. Heh.
OK nothing much about CHMA left. Heh. I guess that summed up my experience last night.
All fun.
Mood is like the vital capacity of your lungs. Of course I'm not referring to my bio textbook now, and am just trying to make an analogy between mood and the..I forgot. The take a deep breath shit. Taking a deep breath is like becoming damn high. After awhile, when the adrenaline goes off, you realize that it was rather pointless after all. And then you become damn low. But heck, s'long as people can get tickled by it, it's all good.
Bleh. Have to cut down on the computer.
-- 7/20/2008 09:59:00 PM
The bible.
UPDATE 20.6.08: Scroll below.If you ask any random person 'Who are the first humans on Earth?', they'd answer 'Adam and Eve', whether or not they believe in God. I mean, it's common knowledge.
But how did humans proceed to the third generation without committing incest? If Adam and Eve produced 1000children, how do these 1k children proceed to the 3rd generation without incest? That's why I thought that the bible promoted incest.
You must understand that I've never read the bible before, and that the knowledge I have of the bible is limited to 'Adam and Eve'. Nothing else. So I was talking to GZK this morning while we were walking to the library, and I told him 'I think the bible promotes incest'. Then a kick from behind hit my spine. I know it did, because it hurt. It's not that Chris kicked damn hard; it's just that it hit the bone. He confronted me 'What the fuck? What fuck you talking? Bible promotes incest? Fuck you lah'. Or something along those lines.
OK, you love God, good for you. So does that give you the right to attack me from behind? I asked a few other Christians this question. Adarrel told me that I was wrong, and proceeded to check the bible on his phone. GZK accepted my theory. Nik questioned my theory. Chris attacked me. Blah blah blah, I asked quite a few people, really.
OK as of this moment I received this from someone: its an over popular storybook. With reference to the bible of course.
I've never had anything good to say about Christians, but I know better now. There are those who would start a war in the name of God, like the violence illustrated above. There are those who are reasonable too. I think I'd be able to respect Christians better now. Thanks to the people who didn't attack me.
Can God give you friends? No. You can only make friends. Don't see Chris making any.
Oh yea, you know all those stem-cells and cloning projects? The iFea of God and religion is self-contradictory. For example, God planned everyone's lives. Or something along those lines. So why are there drug addicts? Why are there rapists and rape victims? Che. And then there are those who lambast scientists for the cloning projects and stuff. 'You trying to play God?' What the fuck? I mean according to that religion, God planned everyone's lives. Maybe the scientists have lives that were planned to do cloning work?
Religion doesn't make sense anymore. It doesn't make sense in an imperfect world, and it would be pointless in a perfect world. Get my point?
I don't have much to blog about this matter anymore, because there's really nothing much to blog about. Just that I think that even though religion is a way of life, it shouldn't be your life. You shouldn't impose your thoughts on how God is always correct on others. We have our own way of life, too.
No link, I know.
Oh and I do know how the bible was written to get past the incestuous factor. But I think it's crap, almost as if it was just created to avoid our incestuous past. After all, God only created Adam and Eve, there were no other humans on Earth. Unless you're trying to insinuate that not all humans are the products of God? That's blasphemous! Yea right. Burn in hell.
I don't think I can level up my strength by today. 2hours a day can't train 100k exp. Sigh, what a waste. Around 20k exp per 40minutes. Dang slow. Gah.
Rage was injoyable. Just that the timing was inconvenient. Fucked up to a large extent. Sleepy in school. Che.
OK nothing to say liao. Seeya'll. Till my next installment then. Meanwhile, hate me for being the atheist I am.
UPDATE: Scroll above. Joking.
As illustrated above, everyone knows that in a believer's point of view, Adam and Eve were the first humans on Earth. No one knows that other filler characters are created or pulled out of the ass. So when innocent and ignorant me pointed out this flaw, grumpy worshipper attacked me. So what if you're grumpy and I pointed out something I didn't know? You're going to parang me next time if I say something that pisses you off, like..I don't know. I don't wish to do personal attacks anyway. But really, being grumpy doesn't justify anything.
And I didn't say anything like 'All Christians don't have friends', because I'm friend to some. Heh, must be some sore spot.
And I'd say this: God wouldn't exist if we lived in a perfect world, but God cannot possibly exist if the world is as screwed as it is now. If we were lost sheep, then 'He' is a lost shepherd. How can a shepherd lose his sheep anyway? Enlighten me please. A lamb runs like shit.
I know this is a rather touchy topic, but I'm not known to hold back my words. I think. But really, just because you love God doesn't mean we all do. I respect your religion, but I hope you'd respect my rights to question.
Heh. I'm not going to paint a picture with a thousand words.
But do enjoy our class nataS:
Whoohoo! nataS is my friend!
UPDATE 20.6.08
You know, Chris, you don't make sense anymore. You tagged something akin to saying that you'd hanthump me if you didn't forgive me and tolerate me. You really think you can outfight me? OK, let's say you can outfight me. Then what about the whole class? What if Eric joins in the fray? Whose side would he be on? Who would be on your side? Basically the class would be split into 2 groups, you vs. the entire class.
OK, so let's say that god answered your prayers and helped you defeat all of us. What does that reflect? That god promotes violence? Ha, you're going to start the new jihad. You're no different from a terrorist already. I'm not even insulting your religion, I'm only insulting people like you. I'm an atheist though. But that doesn't mean that I hate god or anything. I can't hate anything that I deem non-existent.
So, what's your problem? I'm only picking on people the likes of you, who would get grumpy and attack others because you feel insecure about your dick size.
Heh. If you got brains, you'd stop here and now, because my tagboard would suffer. Suffer from your obstinacy and everyone else's hatred towards your attitude. You aren't helping god here, if he exists in the first place.
Heh. I would've capitalized god and he if not for you. If you believe in god so much that you would follow his plans and all, then did he plan for you to attack others physically? Heh. A devout Christian fighting some atheist doesn't really reflect well on your god, right?
Now, since all that I've said make sense, there are 2 options for you:
1) Accept my theory and shut up. By 'my theory', I mean the whole of this post minus the bible.
2) Carry on flooding my tagboard, because you wish to prove that you love god so much that you're willing to be seen as an idiot who would try to protect his religion while smearing its reputation up even more.
I hope you see the light and gain enlightenment. For someone as holy as you, it really shouldn't be a problem.
And make up your mind. You said you kicked me because you weren't in the best of moods and I had to say something about the bible. Then now you say something about you attacking only because of the bible. From this, I can generalize Christians as people who are fickle and change their minds as and when they like. Simply because they are 'holier' than me.
But I know Christians who certainly display a level of maturity way higher than yours. Stop making a fool of yourself and your religion. Once again I must stress that I respect your religion. But I don't respect you.
-- 7/14/2008 08:02:00 PM
My rules on EQ.
I'm sure everyone has received his/her fair share of snide comments, whether or not they were deliberate. Some people don't think before they shoot their mouths off, or they give inappropriate answers which are not politically correct. Or at least they seem to be the case to me.For example, when you ask someone whether he is busy, he might say yes. Then you'd add in 'So am I bothering you? If so then talk to you later.' Then he 'Thanks' you. Is it just me or is the part about thanking wrong?
If I were to talk to other people, the recipient should feel grateful and honoured. Because I am..me. And thanking me is akin to reaffirming that I'm a pain in the ass and that the other party is grateful that I offered to shut the fuck up. Perhaps that painted the picture well? If the other party whom I'm interested in talking to really wants to bring its point across(it because its my subject, and subjects are objects. To me, in my own microcosm of existence), it should APOLOGIZE. Like, 'Sorry, bit busy now, talk to you later k? Really really sorry, shall kiss your feet later as a form of apology'. Of course I'm over-exaggerating(get my point?), but seriously, just because you're busy doesn't mean anything. Ahaha I'm just making noise to increase the word count of this blog post.
Heck, why am I even blogging? Che, I should be training lah. Like, seriously. Anyway, what's my next point on EQ?
Ah, like. Let's say that guy A was asked out by girl a. A for capital because...guys have...sharp protruding things(?) and girls have...circles? Spheres? Yea anyway, A was asked by a out. Then when a asked A why A is so ready to go out with her, A replies egotistically: Because I'm a gentleman. You might not see anything wrong with that statement, but I won't fault you for that because not many people can see that. I mean, just because you're a gentleman doesn't mean that you need to go out with a right? It's almost as if you're going out with a just to be a gentleman, and that A can use a as a testament to his 'gentlemanliness'.
I think it's bullshit, but I hope you see the light. Perhaps A was just joking, no one knows, but if I were a I'd shut him up and slap his balls impotent.
Oh and you can substitute 'gentleman' with 'nice'. It's not as if you need to be nice to a. She's not asking for a donation, you don't need to take pity on her when she's not asking for it.
By the way, I chose A and a because I like confusing readers. Do you feel confused? And I love my name, and my name starts with A. Can't help it. Occupational hazard.
I have a problem now. The 'I'm not good enough' syndrome. I always feel that way before something catastrophic happens. Never mind. I think I should be able to control myself. Muahaha.
Now what's there to say? Um. Ah, should blog about someone who stank and reeks of sloppiness. I don't know whether this would wake him up or not, but I'm just putting a disclaimer here: You don't need to admit that you're who I'm blogging about. You ownself know can already. Many years down the road, if you heed my advice, you'd be a successful person and when you look back, you'd see me as a beacon for you, lost ship. Somehow I'm very egotistic today. Occupational hazard once again, but this is digression. My bad. Anyway, heed my advice. If not I might get sick of you. And I really don't know whether this would work or not, but if I don't scold you now, there's no point scolding you later.
It is OK to wear your school uniform more than once before washing, but when you get drenched in water/sweat, and you walk around under the hot sun, perhaps it'd be wise to, I don't know, wear another set? What the fuck are you thinking? Seriously, you stink. As in, literally. It was rather much of a torture being near you. Your AOE is like dang huge. Stop being so sloppy. What if your primary school classmates see you? What would they think? 'Oh, R is so smelly, I better inform everyone else because he doesn't even bother about personal hygiene'.
You looked at me in a different light when I dug my nose in public. And you were mortified when I wiped it on my pants. You thought that was disgusting, but at least the filth of mucus accumulated on my pants a day can't beat yours when you wear the same set of clothes for 5 consecutive days. You are not poor and you are definitely not pathetic. If you want BO, that's the way to go. Good luck.
Somehow I feel that you can't be bothered with things. Just hearing your voice and tone at times really puts me off. You're saying 'I don't care' in my face. Or at least that's what I feel. Work on your tone. If you really like her that much, you should give her the best 'You', and not the best 'What she wants'. Bring out the best in yourself. And don't give me crap like 'I'm no good, I'm useless'. Fuck you. You are what you think. You are what you see yourself as. You're on the road to losership and being a failure; good luck, you're succeeding in failing.
You're becoming sloppy because of a special someone, yet the sloppier you become the further she gets. She's not the kind who sees sloppiness as a positive attribute in a man. I hope you understand this. Somehow I think that special relationships with others don't work when you feel so strongly for the other person that it affects your life. You have your own life, you have your own existence, you have your own circle of friends. You don't need her to live, you don't need her for anything. She is just a bonus, a supplementary vitamin, someone you can do without, yet live a perfectly normal life. Yet you choose to give up on your staple food because of this supplementary vitamin. You must be able to live without her to live with her. You don't live with her only because you need her. You live with her because you want to. You get the point? I hope you understand lah. If not I blog so much at 2.50AM while neglecting my RS account on auto-spider attack mode and risking death for what?
You better fucking wake up to your staple food. Don't suffer from anorexia. Don't kill yourself. If you forsake your staple food, there's no point in having supplementary vitamins already. You lived without her for 15years. You can live without her forever.
Don't love her because you need her, love her because you want to.
If you love her because you need her, then you might as well treat her as food.
Do I even make sense? I hope I do. I hope you realize something. I hope you wake up. I hope I won't be too sleepy later. Extra lessons. Remedial. Yeah.
-- 7/12/2008 02:08:00 AM
Organ trade.
I really don't see why organ trading should be banned.1) Poor people need to sell organs for money. Why do they need money? Because they are poor and don't have enough money to feed for themselves and their families. By banning the sale of organs, you're effectively putting a stop to their lives. No money = no food = DIE. If you wish to talk about human rights, it's about them having the rights to their own organs, including the prerogative to sell them. Don't be a murderer by banning the trade.
2) It makes things easier for the buyer and supplier. I was arguing with my sister over this topic, and she mentioned something about 'They might sell their organs at a very low price'. If you legalize organ trading, it allows a better platform for the suppliers to be protected as a uniform 'price' could be installed. People who are going to trade a kidney would know better just how much money he/she can earn from one kidney. Instead, if you ban the trade, you're forcing the trade to go underground, where it is even harder to monitor. You shitting me? If you're really that interested in protecting the suppliers, make sure they go to a hospital with good health care for the transplant. By monitoring the trade well, the people would be better protected and wouldn't be fleeced. Please be more considerate to them.
3) Moral values cannot be used to satiate hunger. We who are well-fed and clothed have the rights to question their moral values as the sale of organs is deemed inappropriate and immoral, but that's only because we are well-fed and clothed. If we aren't, we might resort to selling our organs, too.
4) Prostitution is also a form of sale of organs, right? I mean, a woman spreads her legs, lets other guys penetrate and use her reproductive organs or buccal cavity or rectum at their whim and fancy. And why people still go to them. Where there's demand, a supply would be set up. If you cut off the demand, the supply would not exist. And normally the law only goes against the supplier. It's weird. Like, loan sharks are jailed and fined but the people in debt aren't. Prostitution is illegal, but people who enjoy themselves aren't. Even in this case, it's the supplier that gets screwed. I think the person who was about to sell his organ got a fine. $1000 I think. Quite sad, he needed money, that's why he chose to sell his kidney, but got slapped with a fine instead. Is this cruel?
Here are the opinions of people who think that organ trade shouldn't be allowed, and why they are wrong:
1) It's immoral. Screw you, it's impossible to be morally correct without dying of hunger in their case. Human rights, my foot. If you respect humans, you'd let them make their own choices, whether the choices are informed or not. By denying them even their last resort, you're forcing their death.
2) It's not good for them as they'd have to live with one less kidney, less healthy, not in perfect working condition. In short, not good for them in the long run. But could they even last that long? I mean..it's impossible. If they were going to die in 3days, they can't possibly survive till they get richer, right? If they don't get money, they would die. So what now? Let them die now, rather than be less healthy in the future? Who are you to decide?
Just let them be. If they want to sell their organs, legalize it, so that you could monitor it. Simple? That's why I sort of respect Iran for their policy. They might get lambasted for having no moral values, for not treating humans as humans, but at least the traders don't get fleeced. Or maybe they do, but it's certainly a more effective measure. But then again I don't know anything about governing a country.
Anyway I ravaged Springs' nipples yesterday. He returned the favour. I think we both ended up with sore chests.
Oh and we have gotten ourself a Natas in class. Dang funny. I like. Show pictures next time.
-- 7/07/2008 08:25:00 PM
Be yourself day.
So Jeremy and Edward wanted to photocopy some stuff from me after tuition. Jeremy zao-ed and Ed and I went to photocopy at some random stationary bookshop just beside the tuition centre. We passed the stuff to be photocopied to the China lady beside the photocopy machine.We came first. Duh, no one else was before us.
Then an uncle appeared and the fucking China lady photocopied his stuff first instead. Without even asking us. It pissed me off so much. I wanted to go home and watch TV and makan dinner and play Runescape, but this fucked up piece of shit listened to that ah pek. What the fuck. Waste my time. Got damn pissed and I didn't bother trying to mask the frustration behind my voice. So I asked the China lady how long more. She just 'Heuheu, wait awhile more, sorry.'
FUCK LAH. Damn pissed. Damn effing pissed. Bitch. So we took around 30minutes to photocopy a few sets of stuff. I felt like I got scammed so I sort of confronted the boss of the shop. She just apologized and stuff. If only we could get a discount.
I was dang pissed. I told Ed to find fault with the photocopying and, like, try to play lesser. Like 'I didn't want this page to be printed'. Then should be can liao. But no, Ed just didn't fault them or anything. Gah.
He older so what? So we must pay respect and tribute and let him photocopy before us even though we came earlier? I respect old people most of the time, but he just barged in and treated us invisible. Should have down something stronger just now, but GAH. Too late for regrets I guess. Really dang pissed even now that I think about it. It's almost as if we teenagers have no rights over uncles we don't know in the first place. What the fuck?
Pissed me off a lot. Efff. But never mind. I finished my dinner fast.
Anyway, here's something rather interesting. At least it's interesting to me. My grades for Prelim 2:
A1: Biology, 76
A2: E. maths, 74
B3: English, 65
B4: Chemistry, 62
C5: NONE! FUCK!
C6: Combined humanities, 50
D7: Geography, 46
E8: Higher Chinese, 43
F9: A. maths, 38
L1R5: 23. AHAHAHA huge improvement indeed. From 33 to 23.
Big deal.
Anyway, after Runescape's latest update on its sucky graphics, things turned shitty. You often hear about how females want to have slim waists and all, right? Now it becomes even better. Female characters wearing the Guthix platebody will not have a waist! A stupid glitch that raised eyebrows.
And high-level alchemy became cooler, and doing it raised eyebrows too. Whenever I go clan-warring, I'd high-alch while waiting for a war. And when I do that I'd go stand alone and start alching. Then irritating people would come over and ask 'What's that?', or 'What emote?' What the hell. I'd reply with 'Magic'. And decline to comment further. It's getting really irritating. Some people even ask whether I'm superheating items or not. It's ridiculous, no one in his/her right mind would bring ores to superheat at clan wars. Got brain or not? What the hell. I'm losing hope in Runescapers.
On a totally different topic altogether: Have you ever felt unworthy of giving someone a birthday present? Like, if you bought your friend a birthday present, would you ever feel that it isn't enough for the recipient to like? If you do, perhaps it'd be wise to grow up.
It's the thought that counts anyway, whether or not the recipient is disappointed is up to his/her. But I don't think I'd ever have this problem.Like, I know that birthday presents shouldn't be for the recipient to be happy about, it is for the recipient to remember you by. It's a very cheap thing actually. Doesn't hurt much either. And it certainly is sincere, more sincere than stuffed toys and stuff. I think I make an excellent gift-giver. Talk to me for more tips, but that's if you want to spoiler yourself on what you might get for your birthday. It's enjoyable all the same though, except that the lack of suspense makes it less thrilling.
After all, getting a gift from me is certainly something to brag about to your descendants.
And one thing pissed me off. I was on 156 on Thursday at around 7PM when I was pushed around to the back. Peak hours, a lot of body contact, yo. Anyway I was getting pushed and my butt was facing some seated guy. He fucking pushed my butt away with his elbow. Please, even if I shat on him it'd be cleaning his face. Simply put, he dirtied my ass. I paid my bus fare and am entitled to standing there if I wanted to. Bastard, just because he's sitting down doesn't mean he paid more. OK he did, I think he paid adult fare. But so? I'm younger. Fuck him. And his girlfriend. I should have farted in his face there and then, but I effing held my fart lah. Just because I wanted to be nice and give the others clean air. I don't see why he's entitled to elbowing my butt cheek. Unless he's gay, but even gays aren't allowed to just elbow butts as and when they feel like it.
I feel so dirty and touched now that I think about it. I'm traumatized. I should find him and sue him or something. Or parang. He lives near me.
Oh yea, Friday was 'Be yourself' day. I forgot about the rights we had to wear home clothes. I forgot. Now that I think about it, I could've worn..like a pinafore or something. Or a dress. Or something totally keesiao. It's not against the rules s'long as you don't have vulgarities or explicit text. There's nothing against cross-dressing. 'I'm a transvestite, I'm just being myself'.
And I think someone prompted me. I SHOULD HAVE BOUGHT STRAIT JACKET!
You get the point already. Anyway, I think that the trade of organs should be legalized. Shall talk about it tomorrow, it shouldn't be crammed with this post. Hey maybe I should try writing argumentative essays.
In the meanwhile I should write more erotica. I think I owe WK his 'Wilt' essay.
And I've been reading erotic stories for a few days. I really should be killing moss giants, but spiders auto-attack and they make the best mates when you're reading something boner-inducing.
Another interesting thing: Did you know that Iran is the only country that legalizes organ trades?
I'm busy training my Runescape character. Need to get it to become stronger. Clan stuff.
-- 7/02/2008 08:11:00 PM