Oh, my ego. And Alonso.
Ah, speak of the devil. I mentioned something about my bruised ego right?
So here's some things you can do if you're a shark with a bruised ego:
I don't think you can actually see it clearly there, so here's the link:
My sis read it on the newspapers, and showed it to me. I couldn't stop laughing and agreeing because I can relate to it. Sort of.
I ended up killing people in Fist of Guthix. Some Runescape minigame. Being the highest level there has its pros.
Anyway, I just finished watching the first Formula 1 night race. I think a lot of people did that too, so it's nothing much claiming to have watched it because it most probably is so usual it's nothing valuable anymore.
Maybe I should claim that I didn't watch, because rarities are always welcomed.
I...seriously didn't find it exciting. It's just..round, round, round, round. And with the Singapore track, it's the same as watching a ferris-wheel, where every cabin is moving at the same speed.
You know what it means right? It just means that it is a one-dimensional thing. Not that exciting watching a high-speed ferris-wheel, right? Or a centrifuging machine, whatever it's called.
But accidents don't happen to such mundane stuff.
I think I laughed when Massa's fuelling pipe flew off with him. I find it very sad for him. From first to..nearly the last. 13th? Minus off the few people who crashed.
I was watching with my family, and we all laughed in unison. For all the humour injected in the race, it could've been a comedy.
We could learn something about complacency, too. See Massa's refuelling team? On the green lights without checking. Costly mistake.
I wanted Alonso to win, because his name starts with A. But he started at 15 lor. I..find the race really screwed. I mean, it knocked out quite a few cars. Maybe this happens all the time, but seeing sparks fly out from the bottom of the cars is quite a sight to behold.
And I'm sure that Ferrari hates Singapore.
And the trophy looks just like a lump of metal. I..don't think it's meant for decoration purposes. It's the 'I got it and stuffed it in the store-room' kind of thing.
I know I'm sleepy now. I haven't finished my homework. I hate maths homework. So many. It's accumulated as usual. It simply snowballs.
Gah. I still don't have my ego back.
Shall go FoG some more.
What's the point in this post? Nothing, except that I'm bragging to whoever reads this that my ego is dented for the most stupid of reasons, and that I shall do something stupid like dent other people's ego just to satisfy my egotistic needs.
Being egotistic is so troublesome.
Heh. Just thought of a post title. It rhymed, and I think you read it above. I don't think that there's any chances of the title being repeated.
Random.
-- 9/28/2008 02:01:00 PM
You failed.
Sometimes, honest comments aren't that acceptable for a man of my level of ego.
I appreciate honesty, but perhaps there is a better way for honesty and ego to go together? I don't want b^2-4ac<0>
Let's bring an abrupt end to the shit above.
Then she talked to me about how she trusts me, and stuff like how she knows that I know better than to do these stuff, and that I know how to think.
I still eat my ice-creams, I drink the milk I have, this, and that. It's almost as if nothing happened. It's not that I don't care, it's that I don't think there's much to fear. It's fatal only in prolonged and spammed conditions. I think.
I think that people who live in their own worlds are fortunate. They can control whatever they have, and even though they only possess them in their minds, they can be happy. It's a form of self-delusion, but as long as you're happy, why not? It doesn't hurt others anyway.
Let's say that there's this guy who...suffered a failed relationship. You know, broke up with a bitch of a girlfriend and stuff like that. Let's add in defining factors such as wealth, looks, popularity, intelligence, all of which he is lacking in. And I'm not blogging about myself since I'm obviously not lacking in any of these factors.
Can you see him as a failure? Or a loser? Maybe you can, because escaping from the problem is a sign of weakness. But he's happier than you are even though you're better than him in every other way.
Gah. Guys are self-contradictory animals which doesn't like frills.
I don't know how to bring across this point without showing how pained I am. Sobs.
Let's bring an abrupt end to the shit above.
I was watching news with my mum just now when the report on teenage sex, pregnancy, and STIs was screened.
My mum was just stoning down there, while I was feeling weird because I thought that she'd take the time to be more discerning and stuff because I don't tend to behave that I'm above my body.
So I started my balls rolling with 'Eh mum, you not scared meh?'
Then she talked to me about how she trusts me, and stuff like how she knows that I know better than to do these stuff, and that I know how to think.
It's rare to see that, but if that mentality is reflected by every other parents, why is the abovementioned rates still so high?
But of course, I'm glad that my mum trusts me well enough to not throw curfews at me. I think I should reciprocate by studying harder.
Oh yea. How has the China milk scare affected your lives?
I still eat my ice-creams, I drink the milk I have, this, and that. It's almost as if nothing happened. It's not that I don't care, it's that I don't think there's much to fear. It's fatal only in prolonged and spammed conditions. I think.
But then again I don't want to die young so never mind. No ice-cream tomorrow.
The nation is hyped up for F1. I...personally don't see what's so fun about watching the race go on. I don't mind playing the game on my cousin's xbox 360 of course. But watching and playing is different I guess.
It's repetitive, and I know it's definitely thrilling if you're the one doing it. After all, I've tried bumper cars and the..I forgot what it's called at Escape. Go-kart?
I felt the thrill and the whooosh of the stomach. It was fun.
But for F1?
I think that F1 wastes a lot of resources. Like...they use a lot of tyres, and fuel. The tyres spam change lor. I don't know what they do with the rubber after that, but..ah well.
Oh yea and the roads get spoilt. See the skid marks? No wonder there are more ERP gantries.
Bleh. I also want to be an F1 driver. I don't want to just watch.
Oh yea. Have you ever wondered how wonderful the mind works? Have you ever realized just how unfathomable the human mind is?
What drives people to insanity? What makes people do crazy stuff? What's wrong with this world?
Why do people go crazy?
I watched the defining moment, the channel 8 show which featured Fann Wong as a keesiao woman.
She managed to simply summon Pierre Png(eff, I don't know how to spell) from her mind, to give comfort to herself.
Is this the mind cheering its owner up? Isn't this a good thing, that you can live in your own world where you can dictate everything?
I think that people who live in their own worlds are fortunate. They can control whatever they have, and even though they only possess them in their minds, they can be happy. It's a form of self-delusion, but as long as you're happy, why not? It doesn't hurt others anyway.
Let's say that there's this guy who...suffered a failed relationship. You know, broke up with a bitch of a girlfriend and stuff like that. Let's add in defining factors such as wealth, looks, popularity, intelligence, all of which he is lacking in. And I'm not blogging about myself since I'm obviously not lacking in any of these factors.
So this hell of a loser was a complete failure in life. I call him a loser and a failure for it to be in tandem with the post title.
Ah so this loser lost his girlfriend to...some other weird guy who has a larger dick and everything else, and he decides that he shouldn't live anymore.
Then the human mind steps in, and creates another girlfriend. Or someone he would like to have as a girlfriend. Or just someone from his wet dreams. The mind then gives the neurons a name, and an entity recognizable only within his skull.
So he gets an imaginary girlfriend. What does he stand to lose? A real life girlfriend? As long as he's happy, why not?
Can you see him as a failure? Or a loser? Maybe you can, because escaping from the problem is a sign of weakness. But he's happier than you are even though you're better than him in every other way.
So what does this prove?
Nothing. Happy can already. Oh and that the mind is orgasmic.
-- 9/27/2008 08:58:00 PM
I'm dang lovable.
On Monday, we had our PE lessons. And because we completed everything, the last term was meant for us to play around and slack. With the inclusion of the BishanActive, we found a whole new vista this holy ground opened up for us during PE lessons.
So we walked over(not that hard actually, just cross the road can liao) and the 4-1 people started playing soccer while the 4-7 people started playing basketball. Half-court at that, because the other half was used by some random residents I guess.
With a half-court and 15+ people playing, the other half of the class deemed it impossible to play anything without compromising play quality. So CX came up with this game: Ice and water. Or whatever it's called, but the iFea is the same.
So we started running around within a designated area, which wasn't that huge, when Mr. GYH walked over and stopped us.
It was quite funny, and even though I have nothing against him, I find what he said quite funny.
'Do you actually think that these people are just looking at you guys running around? NO! They are formulating letters to send to the school! And for blah blah blah blah blah blah blah...'
As he was berating us, I...sort of giggled. I hardly giggle. I couldn't help it.
So yea.
Sums up what was noteworthy of Monday.
Now Tuesday was a very fun day. Had our physics free period, and went for burgers at the primary school side, where we terrorized the small kids by reading their name tags and addressing them.
Imagine that you're a primary5 kid. There's this guy with a lot of pubic hair from his stomach(I'm not referring to myself this time), and he shouts 'Hello *yourname*!'
Wouldn't you feel threatened?
So yea. I joined in with Gran after awhile though.
Something interesting about primary school kids: They jiggle. They are effing fat, and I see a need for the 'No fried food except for one day a week' kind of program that deprives us of the burgers we need so much. So we were just sitting there, watching, while a lot of kids ran past jiggling whatever assets(or lack of assets) they had.
Heard that they did cute stuff such as faking like they were holding a gun, shooting at other kids and stopping dead in their tracks when they came across us.
It was all fun. Soon, there was this 2metre radius around us in which none of the kids dared to come near.
I guess they have a very unique form of communication. Or maybe we look foreign. OK we are foreign.
Oh yea another thing about primary school side: Got mothers. Now I'm not a MILF-hunter(MILF can also stand for a terrorist group, so I'm clarifying this: I'm not referring to terrorist groups), but even if I were it might be a terribly turn-off sexperience.
There was this auntie who was walking around in what seems like pyjamas, while the few of us were cursing and swearing under our breaths at the visual pollution that was in the form of white pyjamas. The worse part(note the comparative term) was that it was quite loose and stuff could happen. The worst part(note the superative term) was that she didn't have much assets to strut.
So KJ the bastard dared me to go up to her to do something stupid, which he demonstrated to me.
He stood up, walked over to me, bent down and looked at my chest within the range of 10cm, and with a look of supreme concern, inquired 'Um..where's your..uh..where's your tits?' Then gestures awkwardly at my chest. He dared me to do it for 5bucks. Of course I declined.
But his acting was hilarious.
Oh and primary school side got more chio teachers. I think. Ah well. Not sure.
Then on Wednesday, I think we were supposed to come up with something for the year magazine class page.
So after much deliberation, Gran came up with a 'Creative, Unique, Macho'. Then the quotation was 'In your face'. And the slogan was 'Anytime, anywhere'. Don't remember much about the slogan though.
So yea. C.U.M. In your face Anytime Anywhere.
Mrs Yap found out after a day's lag. So yea. It changed. I forgot what is it already. Or maybe I didn't.
I forgot which day was it, but I was on the bus 156 and it was a crowded sexperience. There were these 2 guys from the same school, and I think they were friends. Perhaps more than friends, because I found the way in which they looked at each other very provocative. And one of them looks feminine. It's scary, but I couldn't move anyway, so I had to stand there and take in the sight. It'd be utterly disrespectful to just shut my eyes, and being a perfect gentleman, I did what I had to do, which is to enjoy.
So after awhile the guy who doesn't look as feminine left. So yea. The feminine-looking guy was breathing down my hand. Maybe because I'm holding onto the pole, but he could've chosen another place to exhale right?
OK this is just me in over-reaction mode.
But the breathing down thing made my spider senses tingle, although I'm not much of a spider. Heh. Quite scary anyway.
And I think they tried to check me out. I could see them staring at me from the corner of my eyes. I tend to see a lot of things from the corners. Let's not spam any biological facts here.
Anyway.
Have you thought about how socially unacceptable it is for gays to exist as compared to lesbians? Don't lie. You think so too.
People don't watch gay porn. People do watch lesbian porn. That much says everything. The other points, you can think of it yourself.
Oh and I think I was a bit emotional on that day the guy breathed down my hand. I forgot why, but I noted it down(I save everything in minutes as a draft first before blogging), so I'm going to try replicate what happened(or did not happen). I think I was hugging my bag, wishing that it wasn't just a bag I was hugging.
After all, how can one seek comfort from nylon? OK I don't even know what my bag is made of. So never mind.
I seriously forgot why I got depressed. Maybe I listened to K 歌之王 too much. Ah well.
Today: Nothing much happened. I guess the only funny thing that happened was when Terence farted in Hubert's face. Twice. Maybe thrice, I couldn't count. So yea. He just...prfopt! and prfopt! again. Dang zai.
I did that during Maths too. So yea. But I only managed it once, and Justin who sat in front of me turned around 'Ehh what's that sound ah?'
I couldn't reply, I don't recall having farted that loudly before.
I couldn't reply, I don't recall having farted that loudly before.
About farts: Why do people try to hold it back? Just let it go. Enjoy the process. Let your ass warm up. Sometimes after farting, my ass feels warmer. Maybe my gas combusted in the presence of oxygen, thus burning my ass. Or maybe some other stuff came out along with my gas. I certainly don't wish to contemplate the second possibility.
About sleep: Sleep more, it's good.
Should put everything in place. If you trust me, you'd click on the link above because it tells you everything you need to know about sleep and sleep debts and how sleeping is essential in growing that 4more cm you so desperately want.
And if you've got the time, watch this MV:
An old song, yes, but heh. The MV is effing funny. My sister found this when she went singing with her friends, and she showed it to me.
Now I find it funny so I'm showing it to you.
Don't read the below if you've yet to watch the MV and plan to watch it later.
OK so...he bounces around, and it is apparent that he lip-syncs. OK people shooting their MVs lip-sync all the time, but this is seriously lip-syncing in overdrive.
It's too obvious, and it's a chore to have to watch the MV and him syncing away.
And the part about Chang'E was very humorous. I liked the part twhen Chang'E took away his helmet, and he flew off. I..don't take physics but I don't think humans fly off because of minute details like a sudden deprivation of a protective helmet in somewhere safe such as the moon.
It was just..epic. Wonderful. Geniusitic.
Watch.
And re-watch, just to make sure you've got your points.
You know, I always say stuff like 'Good things must wait one', 'looks can be deceiving', and the like.
I've realized that looks can be deceiving indeed.
Look at me. I look horny. But am I horny? NO!
I'm a sex fiend with tentacles for fingers, except that I disguise myself well. I'm going to be a carnivorous sheep!
Trust me, carnivorous sheeps are in existence, as well as herbivorous wolves. Look at me, I'm a herbivorous wolf.
OK I just contradicted myself.
Let's just say that some people are like rotten durians. Hard to crack open, and when they are cracked open, it reveals rotting flesh. Not worth it.
People like me are definitely the nicer, sweet-smelling kind of durian. I think I'm dang sweet. Ah well. So yea. Unless you're not a durian lover, you'd love people like me. No wait, you'd love me.
I think I'm dang lovable.
-- 9/22/2008 11:16:00 PM
In the name of Love.
I updated this post, so yea. You can read it through again because my blog posts don't waste time de.
As usual, I was reading 'Mindyourbody', which comes with The Straits Times every Thursday, when I saw the cover page, which was about sex. OK I forgot the exact words, but it was something about Dangerous Liaisons. Something along those lines lah screw you, I forgot. Anyway, the picture was some hot girl with some hot guy(not that I know he's hot, but that he should be, considering the girl's heat), in some provocative position.
Maybe that's not the cover page. I forgot. Perhaps I made that up. My mind enjoys playing tricks on me.
Anyway, so I read up on how liberal Singapore has become, over the years, and I decided that it's time for someone as horny as me to say something about love and sex. Maybe more about the abstract iFea of 'Love'.
I think I'd just bullshit my way through. A lot to post about.
Males are always able to discern between sex and love. I can sex some random girl but not love her. OK maybe I'd love her when I'm sexing her, but before or after the deed? But it's normally different for girls. They sex people they love. Unless she's a nymphomaniac, that much is obvious.
F, I just stated the obvious.
Anyway, so there I was, sitting down there and thinking about what my sex fiend of a son said many months back about the difference between 'Sex', and 'Making love'. So yea.
I remember blogging about how girls should NEVER sex their boyfriends. Sex is a wonderful thing, but too much of a good thing makes it bad. You know it's the end of the relationship when he tries to sodomize you in a public toilet. Why? Because guys just want to do it. Sex grips guys at the balls and males don't exactly have much control over their bodies. Maybe it's because of the Y chromosome, which results in a smaller amount of genetic material. Sad.
But in the name of Love(I'm adding this paragraph just to link back to the title of the post), girls still do it. In the hopes of a better relationship with the guy or something. They don't understand that for them, it's making love, but for their boyfriends, it's just sex.
Of course, I have to uphold my bad/horny/mad image by saying stuff like I won't refuse sex if it's given to me(not that that's much possible), but seriously, fe
males who read my blog, why bother with sex when you can wait?
After all, good things must wait one.
The average age for Singaporeans to lose their virginity is 18.4. I think it'd lower. Maybe it already has. Then think about how that statistic is just an average. It's not the lowest.
I seriously think it's scary. I fear for my daughters. Sex is seriously not a thing for us to experiment with.
Ever wondered how people do stupid things in the name of Love? I find it stupid.
Here's a non-exhaustive list of stupid things people do:
1) Sexual stuff. They do some heavy petting here and there, penetrate multiple orifices, and poke things that shouldn't be poked. Why? Because they love each other and petting and all that sexual stuff is an expression of love.
I agree.
2) Suicide. Why? Oh, boohoo, he/she/it left me, I have no reason to live anymore. He/she/it was the only reason why I'm breathing. The stimulus for breathing isn't carbon dioxide build-up, it's him/her/it...
Now that he/she/it is gone, it's time for me to go too...
Suicide over someone who isn't your blood relative? Don't waste your life.
3) Plastic surgery. He/she/it would love for me to look like that, to have bigger this, to have 2 balls(guys who have only one ball can insert a fake rubber one).
Because love is superficial, I'd only love someone if he/she/it is cute, beautiful, hot, sexy, booby, blah blah blah. Also, he/she/it must be a virgin, because I am a very traditional person who treats people who have sex before marriage as whores.
In case you haven't notice, I'm not using sarcasm. Not in the previous sentence either.
4) Anorexic. I'm quite sure I spelt it correctly. Oh, for the sake of my boyfriend who is infatuated with poles, rakes, and the like, I am so going to become anorexic because only then I'd be able to be loved by him. Love is only defined by mass.
If I'm fat, if I'm of a healthy weight, if I'm not skin and bones, I wouldn't be loved!
5) Kill. 'Oh, she's going out with another guy, I have to kill that guy. Or her.' The recent murder case that splashed newspapers headlines was allegedly fuelled by 'love'. I really don't see what's so lovey-dovey about stabbing people and throwing them out of the window, or stabbing 3women and locking yourself in the house.
Heard of the term morbid jealousy? It's a new medical term, designed by psychiatrists who wants to earn money off murderers by labelling them insane. The 'if I can't have it, no one else can' kind of mentality is dubbed insane here. I think it's a matter of family upbringing, so yea.
_l_
Soon, there'd be the 'I don't want to go to school so I'd pon school' kind of mentality, which would be then be given a medical status and psychiatrists can earn money from concerned parents and lazy students.
That's why I want to become a psychiatrist--to coin new illnesses and help the lazy people become even lazier. My form of repaying society.
Can't be bothered with that stupid topic any longer.
I watched the closing ceremony of the Paralympics. I watched a bit here and there of the events, and seriously it left me with a profound sense of humility. Here I am, typing away with ease, wasting my life away while there are others out there who treasure their lives when they are seen as subnormal. I'm wasting my assets, and I know I'm not going to do anything to change this fact.
Shit.
Oh yea, I was walking home, listening to songs on my phone when 不完整的旋律 played. I play on shuffle mode. So when the song started playing, I felt shivers down my spine. It was effing scary. Whenever I hear that song, I'm reminded of the trio who keeps doing sound checks.
Seriously, they are overspammed. And whenever I hear the lead singer's nasal voice, I need jackets. Note the plural form of the word. I don't see what's so good about his singing, and I don't know why he does stuff like spoil that song, but now whenever I hear that song, I feel weird.
I feel sorry for 王力宏.
Oh yea, and when I was trying to listen to 王力宏's version, I walked along the foot of the HDB flats, wishing for flower pots to descend upon me and bring an effective end to the aural torture.
I hate that trio.
Oh yea and I should show the Chemistry MCQ.
And what's wrong with my answer? )':
I tried bounty hunting. It's a really neat minigame where there are like gaming etiquettes in a barbaric society.
Bounty hunter is a minigame in Runescape. You have a bounty to hunt, while you'd be another person's bounty.
If you kill your bounty, you can collect the drops and exit from the area. If you kill someone that's not your bounty, and you collect the drops, you get a penalty for 3minutes. Means you can't leave or logout during those 189seconds.
The gaming etiquette is this: No armour. People would walk up to you, ask 'No arm?', and you get to respond. This is normally what happens instead of people who walk up to you and smash you with a 26damage hit without typing anything at all.
For me, being a noob in BH, I just walk around observing my friends play. It's really scary, the way fights are conducted.
No armour, rune scimitar slashes till you're at around 25-30hp, and a rune 2h whack in your face in the hopes of KO-ing you without you having enough time to eat.
If you eat at above 30hp, your opponent would say stuff like 'safer'. 'Kiasee' in our vernacular.
One of the hated groups of people who go BH-ing.
Another group is the pj-ers. Pj = pile jump, add the er, pj-ers = pile jumpers. They zam with 2Hs when you're already low on health in a fight. Which means that you get attacked by 2 people. Something that most players cannot live through.
So I was in the area, being rather much of a bodyguard to stop pj-ers. They normally get deterred after you hit them once, because it's not really a multi-combat area, BH.
So yea. I was there running around trying to stop pj-ers from attacking my friends. I can't kill anyone anyway. Might as well help out.
Awright. 3.52Am. Maybe it's time to sleep. In the name of love =.=
-- 9/18/2008 08:07:00 PM
What a round moon.
I hope the E and C.lit people injoyed their papers.I've been reading the newspapers these few days, as usual, and the reports on Ahmad Ismail has certainly been most disconcerting.
I just checked wikipedia, and it's quite funny. As usual, I won't do hyperlinking, but if it hyperlinks itself then you're in for a tre
at.
Yea ok it hyperlinked itself =.=
I don't think I'm in much of a position to say anything, but this political storm is
amusing.
Oh yea. The newspapers keep reporting on the same few things these days.
Malaysia, Thailand, America. Anwar Ibrahim, Samak Sundaravej, Palin.
Blah blah blah.
Change the names a bit here and there. It's all the same. The wor
ld is going to the dogs. Z
omg.
Shit. I think str pot prices going to fall soon. Nobody buying at highest price. Nobody selling either, which is good.
So I tried this shit: I ordered 10 str pots, and I sold 10str pots. Both deals completed. So I used 13530gp to buy 13530gp worth of str pots.
This isn't good though. No demand, no supply.
OK I shall blog about how to merchant, and merchant groups.
An example: Strength potions(4).
There is a demand for that. Everyday, around 500k people needs it.
So the demand is 500k. For merchanting, people buy out certain stuff, in this case, the strength potion.
So S.P.(4) gets bought out by merchants. The people who needs S.P.4 cannot g
et their items, and everyday, the need worsens. Think of hunger and food. The price of the strength potion would therefore rise because the demand far exceeds the supply.
At this point, dump the S.P.4. The prices wouldn't rise indefinitely, and there are other merchants around. Holding onto the item would only result in a loss of money because when some people dump, the demand decreases, and prices might fall.
So yea. Healthy workout.
Right now, I've got around 13mil locked away in this movement. Dang concerned.
Anyway, the moon tonight is very round. It's normally the roundest on the 16th. Ah whatever.
I was watching the channel8 7PM show just now. As usual, it's an arm-chair gripping session, with many curses and swearing at the wimp of a man in the form of Jia Wei.
Being angry makes me hungry and once again, oops.
Him and his adulteress made me
let loose the f word. At home. I've always managed to steer clear from using of that word at home, but I actually used it in this sentence:
'Wahlau he damn stupid, sex her for what, she ****ed so m
any people be
fore, later tio STD.'
And my sister, seated beside me, didn't hear it.
Anyway, here are some of the things a man should not do when his wife, who is unwilling to share that she is(was) pregnant, suffers a miscarrige.
1) Leave her alone. The mother is the one with the baby. She has more say, duh. So if she loses the foetus, who gets hurt the most? The mother lah, duh. So this sorry excuse of a man just decides to leave the wife, because
he was 'hurt' by her obvious lack of sense of security in the man.
Fuck you.
2) Go have sex with a woman with a very high potential of having STDs. Even when she was your girlfriend, you know that Kaiqi humped many men with her 'canyonesque twat'. Wahlau get a life mann. Your wife is emo-ing at home over the loss of the foetus while you're out there having fun and sex all the time? What a man.
And Jiawei always has that pained expression on his face. I
don't know what's his problem, but he looks like he cuts 24/7. Maybe it's just me.
I wanted to find a picture of him to post here, just for comical relief, but I don't know his real name and..yea. Forget it. You'd understand if you watch the show.
And the Ziwen sucks. I mean, you make empty promises to a woman. How can you do that? It's, like, so totally unethical! I'm going to bitch about that, because making empty promises is a prerogative enjoyed only by jerks like me.
Oh and I experienced what a blogshop means. It means a corporate scam, in
which you dump money to some young girl, and wait for stuff to happen while the girl earns all the money you dump into in the form of a scam.
Not that I purchased anything, but that the possibilities are infinite. I think you can get dildos and the like. It'd be packaged in the form of fruits(rather interesting and definitely aesthetically appealing), and they might even deliver to your home. Which would be quite sexciting.
Not that I have any orifices ready for penetration =.=
Oh yea and the moon was certainly most beautiful yesterday. Took
a few pictures, like:
Not taken with my camera phone. My phone camera...not that good.
Anyway, here's something rather...funny.
Maybe it's just me, but are they actually *gasps* playing cards?! OK never mind just posting it here for fun.
I won't be surprised if it gets on stomp though, considering my blog traffic(not that it's high, but that there are certain bo liao people).
Oh yea today, Tuesday, I was sitting for Chemistry MCQ.
OK I finished the paper with 20minutes to go, which isn't a lot. So yea. I was just stoning around, waiting for stuff to happen, like whether I'd be able to solve for how much X is dissolved in 200cm cube of water(I forgot the question liao), when I realized that I'm left with only 3minutes.
To shade all the 40 ovals in 3minutes...not possible. Not if you don't want to do a hasty job. So yea. I left 5ovals blank. Just because I wanted to check through =.=
One of the most stupid reasons to lose 5marks. But ah well, at least I learnt.
And biology MCQ was..I don't know. OK?
And I fell asleep at my Ahma house. For around 4hours. And I'm still sleepy now, at 9.39PM.
Whoohoo.
-- 9/15/2008 09:15:00 PM
Lanturn festival 08.
OK so today was rather uneventful.Except for one heck of an emotional roller-coaster, which involved 13million gp. Yes, though I sort of quit RS, I haven't quit merchanting, and under my friend's speculation, I bought 11.25K strength potions.
By the way Weili, the pots sell fast, I checked on my side account.
This means that the prices might still rise. So yea.
G.E. really trains people in economics. Sort of.
And my teeth hurt. Fuck the rectangular wire.
Anyway, I love the Pokemon Lanturn. OK that was random so never mind. Maybe that accounts for all the typos.
Oh yea, I've asked 3people who loves sleeps much less than the 10hours of sleep per day how tall are they.
And all of them are short. You know what this means? This means that more sleep = more height.
Moral of the story? If you want your vertical axis to grow, sleep more.
OK I crapped that up.
Anyway, Lanturn festivals are sad days for me because of a traumatizing sexperience 2years ago in which I practically became a half-zombie for the most stupidest of reasons.
I got raped.
You may not believe it, but I effing got raped, and my ravaged member has never been the same since then. I've always feared contact with anybody of the opposite sex, and I...I don't even know why the hell I'm talking about how I got raped.
This was what happened:
I was walking around the neighbourhood alone, thinking about how wretched(or not) my life was, when a few girls(or maybe guys, hard to tell in the darkness) grabbed me.
They pulled me to the rubbish dump(weird fetish) and stripped me bare. I couldn't move at all, the combined efforts of like 10people(I'm hot) rendered me immobile. Being pinned to the ground, I can only tear while feeling them at my sensitive area.
I didn't injoy it at all. How to? Sobs.
After the humiliating incident, my heart didn't feel the same again. Maybe it's some mutated form of a weird STI that affects the heart, but I'm hungry as I type. I guess the emotional trauma isn't that bad after all. Maybe it's just me.
It was just a..failed relationship. I didn't even have the chance to 'confess'.
I was simply cut-off, for telling her to appreciate the moon.
Till now I still don't understand what I did wrong.
Or why she became a Christian.
People who know me well would know what I was trying to insinuate with the above true story.
OK the time now is 1.25AM, and I'm hungry and I want to go down walk walk. Never mind, forget it.
The moon can't be seen now anyway. My Ahma says that when the moon can't be seen during the Lanturn festival, it bodes ill. Or something along those lines.
I can't see the moon. Cloudy.
Anyway, the kids were dang noisy. The noise and smoke generated was..breath-taking. The candles and shit and stuff like that..ohhh it turns me moist.
I remember staying out late 2years ago after the rape because I didn't know what to do when I reach home. The emotional traume of a rape victim. So yea, I stayed out, and somehow I chanced upon my Taekwondo classmate. Then we went to play with candles and stuff, and I related the sexual assault to an attentive audience of around 5people. Maybe more, I forgot. But heh, they were very nice, giving me constructive feedback, and how I should face the world and how I should pick myself up.
I helped with the hanging of the lanturns because I'm strong and agile, and it was a lot of fun even though I didn't know all of them, save one.
Maybe I'd have been better off emo-ing at a corner while appreciating the moon and the smoke created. But whatever the case, it was memorable.
2years have passed. So many things have changed. Let's not talk about introspective stuff like that. Makes me hungry.
OH YAAAAAAAA.
I slept at around 4AM on Sunday morning. And I woke myself up at 9AM. Woke up naturally some more.
Fuck that dream. OK maybe not.
The dream, nightmare, and what I might want to be a reality:
I was at Compass Point, stoning around at Subway or something, when I saw someone I know. Somehow, RS clan chat was enabled, and I was communicating with her through that. I didn't know her friends, who were with her.
Then suddenly the scene changed, or maybe it didn't, but the girl started to fellate me. I don't even know why I became naked waist-down.
She kept saying stuff like 'I want to try with you', while I kept refusing with 'No, you go try with someone you love, I don't want to take your virginity', that sort of stuff. Yea I faked that, you know, dreams and reality doesn't match.
So anyway, I kept trying to push away her advances(heh I'm not as horny in my dreams eh?) while she kept forcing herself on me.
I respect females, and I respect her and I didn't want her to do anything stupid under the influence of drugs or anything, but she tried to eat my 'foot-long' stick. Even in the warm recesses of her mouth, I didn't waiver.
I pulled out and I woke up.
I knew it was a dream because the girl isn't horny, and definitely won't horny to me even though I am hot. That's because she's already taken, duh, people who aren't taken would definitely fall in love with my huge..ego.
I think I drifted back to sleep halfway and the dream fucking continued =.=
I feel dang raped now.
Maybe I should wash my brains. Might help. Too dirty.
Does anyone feel disturbed by my dream? Is anyone interested in knowing the identity of the girl?
Someone please ask, then I'd feel like people actually read my blog and I'd feel eternally grateful and would fellate you for it. Only when I'm hungry.
Which reminds me of another thing.
Yet another song by Eason.
My sister described the song as very grey, even greyer than Don't Talk. I felt the same way too.
Somehow I feel that my mood for the next few weeks has already been dictated.
At least until 2months later.
-- 9/15/2008 01:12:00 AM
Why you shouldn't kill yourself.
My dinner is being prepared as I type, so I'd just zao off halfway for my dinner. Busy lanturn festival, have to run to Rivervale Primary School, then get to my aunt's house.
OK this is lame because no one would get to read this until after I posted it, and I'd post it only when I get home from my aunt's house, which would be around 6hours later, but I don't really care.
I don't even make sense anymore.
Anyway, I'm going to touch on how and why people shouldn't commit suicide. After all, I touched on that topic on..Thursday. Yea.
Point 1: You're one in a million. Maybe a few million. But I'm not talking about songs or anything regarding love and how unique you are as compared to others in the eyes of your beholder. By the way, beholders are zai, level 4 golems leh. Talking about Ancient Empires 2, but this has nothing to do with this topic, which isn't really a topic.
Anyway, I'm talking about people as being one in a few millions because during sexual intercourse, millions of sperms are released into your mum's vagina. Unless you're a test-tube baby, which would end up as the second case.
First case: In your mum's womb, you were a tadpole. OK much smaller than a tadpole. But you were amongst the few millions that charged up to penetrate and fertilize your mum's egg. I remember a rather funny thing regarding Michael Phelps. Something along the lines of him in sperm form, swimming far ahead of his contenders.
And look at him now.
So yea. The point here is, you won a few million sperms, and that's why you're here. It's something to be proud of, to be born into the world. You've already proved your worth.
Second case: If you're a test-tube baby, well, you're the selected sperm. So you already win.
Either way, you denied other sperms a chance to become human. Perhaps the other sperms might become an Olympian, or the next president, but heh, you won it. That says a lot. So you know you're better than a potential president.
You win.
Anything above that makes you feel prouder that you lead a worthy existence? Or that you're proud to know me?
Never mind.
Point 2: You're here for a reason. Maybe the reason is to procreate, maybe with me(if your 23rd pair of chromosome is XX), but there are many other reasons to live on.
Think about the millions of other 'You' that might have been created in your place. You're the best amongst them all, so don't be as condescending as to kill yourself. It leaves the millions of sperms which died in your mum's vagina in shame. They died because you won, and you kill yourself?
Yea, life isn't fair. I understand.
But, um, be the best you can be. What fucked ending is this =.=
Oh and I realized. The 2 points are about the same.
Zomg I'm crapping.
As usual.
Anyway, I'm in love with this song. Don't talk. Shh.
In the MV, Eason is supposedly in love with the microphone. Or whatever it is that records in singing in the studio. Maybe I'm wrong, but heh. Like I care about whether I'm right or wrong.
But I like the song. I don't know why either. Maybe I'm weird.
OK I'm weird.
Back from the lanturn festival celebrations and stuff like that. The first recognizable human being Edward and I saw was Edwin. Talked to him a bit, and he was dang funny.
When asked 'When are you going to perform?', the reply came as 'When the bastard arrives.'
Anyway, I saw my P5 camp person. As in the person who was in my camp group. Caracal..2? I forgot. Yea, she said 'Hi' while I was collecting the 'door gift', which was really rather much of a door gift. It consists of 'My Paper', published on Friday, and many small booklets on First-aid, kNOw drugs, a pack of tissue paper, NEWater, and I forgot. Door gift indeed. So yea, I said 'Hi' back, and she went on to tell her friend beside her about how I hate vegetables. There's something about P5s that makes them repeat jokes and past experiences. OK there's something of that in everyone, when everyone starts discussing yesterday's TV program and how much of a bitch someone in the show is. I hate Kai Qi of the 7PM show on Channel 8 by the way. My sister's comment: Aunty. Awright =.=
So yea, after that Edward saw some people from his P5 camp group. My paedo target was in that group, too. Whoohoo! And Edward wanted her phone number, and being dang bold and ball-ful, I sorta helped him out there. 'He wants your phone number.' Yea and she grabbed the phone and went back to her clique, where they started playing with it.
There was a number though. I'm contemplating whether or not to get it from him.
Forget it. I'd rather not have 2 heartbreaks.
Then after awhile I zao-ed to my aunt's house. Quite fun there, running around with the kids(my cousins, except for some random P5 girl. OK I think she's part of the very extended family, my aunt's husband's sister's daughter. Or maybe it's my aunt's husband's brother's daughter, makes no difference.)
What a long bracket.
So yea, after that we played catching.
My aunt's house quite big, so yea. We limited ourselves to the first floor. The seekers didn't dare to go to the carpark =.=
Quite clever though, they noticed that our slippers were missing. Then concluded that WE WENT OUT OF THE HOUSE. Ah well, but the point was there.
And I shut myself behind the door to the bomb shelter. I knew they couldn't find me, so I left my lightstick at the shutter of the door. Yea. They found me after awhile.
Fun night.
Lanturn festivals always reminds me of certain stuff. I can still remember the exact same pixels that broke my terribly brittle heart. Which reminds me, we're living in an increasingly pixellized world. It's scary how stuff are conveyed through digital means.
Shit. Ah well. It's not like I didn't get over it. It's just that after so long, the memory is still there.
I guess it's a good experience either way.
I'm wondering whether I should jeopardize my emotional well-being or not. Tradition.
-- 9/12/2008 11:10:00 PM
Suicide rate.
The world can be a better place if students aren't forced to have A and E maths papers on the same day with a 40minutes break in between.But then again such is life, and the world is screwed, so there's no helping it.
So, has anyone prepared well enough to shout out shit like 'I'm so going to get A1s for both papers'?
I know I can't. Because I lost 21 marks in my E maths paper 2. How? I forgot 1/2absinc =.=
After I got enlightened, I felt a sudden urge to suicide.
Did you know?
Around 1million people die every year. They committed suicide.
And did you know? Around 1 person commits suicide everyday in Singapore.
Look around you, someone might just disappear. Consider the probability of your classmate dying, and that you have 39classmates.
39/4000000
That's how remote the chances are. Which isn't really that remote if you think about it, because there are 365days to a year, and 366days for this year. Right?
The world is getting depressing, and Level 4s are scary. OK maybe that term shouldn't be in plural terms, because one is more than enough to destroy the HQs, but argh. Never mind. DGM stuff.
It's that sense of powerlessness(I don't really approve of this as a word, but pardon me for my lack of vocabulary) that makes people want to kill themselves. I was powerless the moment the teachers said 'Pens down'.
I still can't believe how I managed to not see how to calculate the area of that triangle =.=
Never mind.
Anyway, I think I said something about how people who have maths the next day for sexaminations shouldn't burn the midnight oil. Maths is something you need your sperm strength for. Direct translation please. So yea.
Which might make people wonder what the hell I'm doing, blogging at 11.54PM as of this sentence. I don't know either. I know I'm sleepy.
I don't feel at ease blogging my entire day out. Or how I felt. Or this or that. But I'd just say that there's nothing much for me to blog about. Just that sometimes things are a bit scary. Life isn't predictable.
You'd only know when the time comes. Sort of.
-- 9/11/2008 11:31:00 PM
A mentality that fucks me off.
No, I'm not against the person, but I'm against what the person thinks. But then again whatever anybody thinks doesn't really affect me. It's just that the condescending attitude that person has riles me.Let's just say that X is from a reputable school, getting straight As. perhaps a few B3s. He doesn't study a lot, and he only does last-minute chionging, which results in the near straight As.
Then he complains about how he sucks and how stupid he is and how he has already capped his potential. And how studies does not fit him.
Can anyone point out how condescending this person is towards people from, say, neighbourhood schools? I'm not against people from neighbourhood schools, I'm against these people from supposed branded schools though.
Look, you study for, say, 3hours. Then get an A. As compared to some 'NSK' who studied for the past week, and got a B, who are you to complain? That part about not cut out for studying is bullshit. If you aren't cut out for studying even though you're from a branded school, then who is? Hello, you got an A for simply mugging for an hour, are you trying to imply that people who work hard all their lives and get Bs are bullshit? That's the condescending part.
I do study. I did study for chemistry. Although it was only a >3hour session on orgasmic chemistry(organic, whoops), I still did study. I'm not going to go around telling everyone when I've failed my chemistry paper that 'I did my best, I maxmimised my potential, I couldn't do it, I've failed as a person, I should stop watching one piece, I feel ashamed to tread on the same earth as the others, I should be reborn as a clam, I should blah blah blah like I got hit by a negative hollow.' I know I didn't. I know I can do better. I know that I, uh, have yet to unleash my sexual prowess in chemistry. I know. So I won't say I'm stupid and bring shame to people who did work hard, yet lost to me(which would be people few and far between).
That mentality of 'Oh I suck even though I win others' fucks me off.
It's like you're some rich bastard, telling poor people living in slums that you're only driving some Rolls-Royce that is only worth half a million, and that the cost of leather in the car is only worth half of what all the people in the slums would earn in their lifetime. Tell me that's not condescending.
Wait. I don't really know how much does a Rolls-Royce care fetch, and I don't even know whether I got the spelling correct, but the point is there.
Don't like that lah. Show some respect to the others who are still trying to work hard.
I know I didn't work hard. I know I just clicked on my special someone's MSN log-in alert just to see a display picture. I know I shouldn't be blogging this. I know I should be reading my biology notes because I forgot to bring my biology textbook home(=.=). I know that looked like some wrinkled ass. I know.
I don't hate muggers either. I know that people who mug wants to guarantee their success in the academic field. I know that hating them would just mean that I'm concerned but apathetic enough to not work. Which would be something that's quite stupid. There's this saying that I heard on TV: 霸着马桶不拉屎。It was used by a character in the show as a perfect ANALogy on how a girl wants a guy yet doesn't want to marry him. Or maybe it's the other way round, but the, um, saying above was used.
In short, you hate people for doing things. You don't want them to do something you can't, or rather, don't do.
I think that the person reading this would know that I'm referring to you, and that this would be the second time in a day that I sort of 'attacked' you, so I'm going to try to soften the impact of this post even though I truly mean what I typed above.
You're not stupid. Please, if you are, then half your class can go become prostitutes or something. You know that intelligence does not translate to academic brilliance. You know that so why are you bothered? Think about the people below you, think about the people in other schools, think about people who work hard and still don't produce any As at all. Be considerate to your classmates who might have read that post, and chew on this. I seriously respect you as a friend and I do believe that you're clever. If not I wouldn't even talk to you, or take time off my busy biology schedule just to blog about you. You have rights to your opinion, and I won't bother trying to correct you, but this would be my line of argument if I were to try to correct you. Whether you change or not. that's another thing.
But this was a something that made me type. It just means that you matter enough for me to blog about you.
-- 9/10/2008 07:42:00 PM
OK, I hate 吴卓羲
I don't like this guy:
Name is...吴卓羲. I really don't like him. Maybe it's for the roles he has to act out.
He's always the self-serving, hot-blooded bastard, always picking a fight. His face speaks it all. I don't like judging people by their faces, for obvious reasons, but this is one exception. Maybe he's handsome, maybe he's fugly, but how appealing he looks isn't my concern. I don't like his face because he has the 'I am better' look. Coupled with a condescending smile, he is a picture to throw darts at. At least for me.
In the 2 roles he acted, that I have the misfortune to watch, he's supposedly a popular character, suave and can get laid anytime he wants. Maybe his 11-inch package helps, but either way, I don't like him for the fact that his dick is 3times longer than mine, that he can get laid and satisfy and get women to come back for more, for this and that.
But I seriously don't like the roles he acts in. Maybe it's not him, maybe he's really a person of fine moral fibre(unlike me, the sleazy, horny piece of shit), maybe he's as filial as the 10PM Channel U show portrayed him to be. But I won't ever know, and his rashness pisses me off.
I hate people who can't keep their cool. Somehow. And in the...'Revolving doors of vengeance', he's another hot-headed youngster who is ready to sweat it out at the boxing ring with people who don't even want to settle things violently.
Please, life isn't Runescape, where you can battle things out at a duel arena in the east of Al Kahid. Screw you.
I'm going to attribute part of my anti-吴卓羲ness to the scriptwriter and the director, but his face, ohh.
Dammit. Go away. Just..get out of my sight. Don't act anymore. I don't want to have to put up with you. Urgh. I'm now going to act to an imaginary audience just to put my anti-ness in perspective. OK done.
Anyway, I was about to complain about how I'm going to fail history. I didn't study for it at all. I didn't study for the whole week, and I spent my Sunday morning sleeping, recovering from the 5AM chiong RS stint. When I woke up at 2, I ate and started cramming Chemistry.
I don't know a shit about amide/ester linkages though. I don't know a shit about condensation polymerisation, as tested by Nami.
In fact, I didn't know anything about polymerisation until I touched the textbook yesterday afternoon.
Ah well. Can't be helped I guess.
Tomorrow got A. Maths paper. And it's the second paper for the day, so I'm spending my time here typing this shitty post just because I can. Good luck to the physics students, not that you're going to be able to read my well-wishes before stepping into the sexamination hall.
-- 9/08/2008 11:18:00 PM
RS--break.
As I type, I'm counting down the amount of exp I need to level up to 111. 188K exp currently.After one hour--
146K more exp.
100K. 2.19AM now.
I didn't intend to create a log of how much exp I gain per hour, because I didn't even list the start time.
This means I have to spend at least 2 hours more on Runescape. Then I'd become level 111 and I can sleep.
Around 4AM, yea.
So today, SE had the last clan war session. It'd be the last clan war session until after O's, because we're sensible enough to stop to study(yea right, me).
Quite fun, but we lost against Flames. Seriously, our strongest link is our weakest one. Never mind. Shall post more on that on the forum instead.
Anyway, it's sad that I have to put down RS and move on to O's. I really shudder to think about how unprepared I am in the face of next week's prelims, and seriously I don't want to fail. Yet here I am, spending my time playing RS, chionging for the last level and waking up late later to study.
What I say and do aren't in tandem. I phail.
Aye nothing much to say now. Would miss RS.
Am already feeling the pangs of RS withdrawal. Some help here please. Yet I won't go up to any other people to say stuff like 'I emo', even though I expect these people to tell me when they're down. Something to do with ego I guess. But anyway, I'm really sleepy right now, and I need, I SERIOUSLY NEED to sleep but the urge to level up prevails. Die already. Later sure wake up dang sleepy. Then can't study. Then tomorrow CMI for chemistry and I forgot the other paper. Can't be bothered to check.
OK, levelled up. 111 le. 5.23AM, and now I won't train my account for the next 2.5months.
Would miss it, and you people. ):
-- 9/06/2008 11:46:00 PM
Stop at combat level111
I got a deadline. I have to stop playing Runescape. It's eating into my studies(if any), and I spend more than 10hrs on it everyday.Scary right? It's integrating into my life, and this shouldn't be happening less than 2months before the O's. I've wasted the September holidays and I can't help but shudder at the thought of the prelims next week. Oh, stupid, I keep doing stuff that I know I'd regret.
Now I've even set a new target--to get combat level111 before quitting RS for 3months.
Exp left to level111? 378K. I want to quit by Sunday, and I know it's not possible for me to mass spam exp. I can only gain around at most 50k per hour, and I'd need 7hours at least.
This is depressing. But anyway, congratulations to Zap on getting promoted. Captain seh. I didn't even blog about my own promotion so you should feel honoured. I hope you're reading this, Mr. Ranged cape.
Anyway, I missed a bit of clan wars today. Maybe this catalyzed his promotion, but he's good anyway.
And why did I miss a bit of cwt?
My sis got her driving license today. Certainly a joyous occasion, opening up a whole new vista of possibilities. Did I even use the word correctly? Heck.
It was scary. I was on the car, my mum was guiding her ONTO AN EFFING EXPRESSWAY. My sis had no prior experience on the expressway and seriously it was scary. I half-expected another car to just chiong over and 'kiss the butt' of the car.
And my mum didn't know the road to IKEA well. We went to the Tampines one.
Which reminds me of a cold joke.
Which MRT station has the name of 10 naked men?
Tampines, AHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Anyway, so on the road there, it was really scary. Things could happen anytime. Seriously.
Obviously I'm safe by virtue of the fact that I was only 'late for clan wars'. So yea.
Oh one more thing--my sister passed her test in her first try. Manual one. Got pressure liao, must also pass at first attempt.
After dinner at IKEA(weird choice, I think my mum was playing with my sis =.=), we got home safely. Yea. Once again, by virtue of the fact that I'm here, ready to wank.
That's if I want to. I don't think accidents are wank-friendly. You can't do anything with casts. And hospitals are not conducive to sexual fantasies. Unless you're talking about nurses, which can be real turn-ons. But then again besides turning on there's only turning on and no releasal, so I'm just blabbering my 'seed' away. Pointless paragraph.
So anyway, yea. Clan wars today was quite disastrous. Strength was too concentrated. We found ourselves battling 20 100+ people, some 120+, and we only had one 120.
Then there were other wars with very few people, almost no 100+ which means they're pushovers.
Wanted to go bounty hunters after that, but w17 was full. Full as in no more players can enter the high-level crater. Quite screwed up.
Anyway, let's talk about shit again. I was shitting just now at around 2330hrs, haven't taken my shower for the day and all that kind of stuff. So I was seated there, shitting my day's meal out and stuff like that, and whoa, it was an exhilarating experience. I hardly shit so late mah.
So yea, I was shitting and after my big business, I found this piece of nose-shit-like-looking thing staring at me from the toilet seat. I found it rather interesting and cute and it looked harmless so I picked it up, knowing what shit I'd get into.
And knowing it's shit I brought it up to my nose to inhale the scent of my own defecation. Just reminiscing that experience brought me a draught that has nothing to do with the night temperature. OK it stank.
But then again, shitting is one of the simple pleasures in life. Sitting down, watching the sun set, injoying the plop plop plop sounds while feeling your rectum squeeze out fecal matter..just the thought, ohhh. I like it.
OK I think that should be enough. Never mind. I don't eat shit for a living though. So yea, quite normal, unlike the 2girls1cup.com people =.=
Shall end here. 320K more exp to go.
-- 9/06/2008 12:21:00 AM
Humility? Modesty? Healing?
So I was forced to listen to a sermon yesterday. Some CD given to my mother by some weird woman who is her business associate or something. This weird woman is a Christian.My mum cooked up some excuse to get her off her back because this woman, X, is overbearing and definitely unreasonable. Heard that her colleagues buay song her also. That's sad. Such people live only to bring misery to others. Oh yea, my mum's excuse was that she needed to spend more time on me because I spend too much time on the computer, blah blah.
So a CD, 'Healing the sick' or something, was passed to her. Quite weird. My mum was supposed to meet her today, so I guess she was scared that X would ask her stuff regarding the CD. To prepare her, I decided to listen to the sermon, too.
It was funny. The pastor sounded really concerned. Perhaps even agitated. And the content was funny. Maybe it's just me. It was about games and television programs and how they can 'demonize' people.
So there was this son, I don't know who, who suddenly became dang evil, bad-tempered, blah blah blah. The parents didn't know what happened, and not knowing what happened, didn't know how to respond.
Then I forgot what actually happened, blah blah, then this happened!
So the father of the son was entering the son's room when he saw a demon escaping from the back of the son's neck. He was dang scared, and told the son what he saw, sparing no details of how the demon looked, blah blah blah. The son then took out a catalogue of the games and television programs, Pokemon, Digimon, and pointed at the character that the father saw escaping from the back of his neck.
At this point I rawred in laughter. I can really see the danger in a lesser/greater demon escaping from the back of my neck. In case you don't play Runescape, monsters are dang pixellized and definitely not scary. The only scary stuff are the revenants, which look like ghosts. I mean, OK, they are ghosts, but pixellized ones at that.
The moral of the story is that such entertainment could be harmful, so must moderate. OK, I got the point.
But still, it's amusing how Pokemon and Digimon can become monsters in their own rights.
Then again, I'm appreciative of the concern showed by X, because she doesn't even know me in the first place.
Being in a Catholic school, I sorta learnt that believing in God is learning how to be humble. Like how the prayers always go like 'We pray that we can understand that whatever we achieve is thanks to you, Lord'. Somewhere along those lines. Of course, learning to be humble is a good thing. You're humbled by God, you are thankful for everything you have. I respect that.
But it becomes unacceptable when believers think that their religion is the better of others. I was surfing blogs when I saw this comment. Something about atheists only questioning the truth and how buddhism is never questioned.
You know what? You're supposed to be humble. Modesty and humility should never breed whatever it was that made that person make that comment.
Isn't it the case of a 'I am superior'? Is this humility? Is this being a modest person? Is this the hallmark of believing in God?
-- 9/01/2008 01:09:00 AM