Cat High guy gives up his seat?
Let's talk about countdowns.
Counting down is a form of hope. Like, counting down to the end of the O's. Or counting down the number of days before you become a father. Or counting down to the day you get married.
Such stuff are reflections of hope, the optimism that you'd get there in the end.
I kayak with my ah-bang adeks last time, rather often. I'm not exactly physically fit, and I can lag quite a lot even though I'm supposed to be a 2-star kayaker.
There would be times when I feel like giving up, when I feel that I don't want to paddle anymore. Those are dark times. Sobs.
Then I'd think about the end. I'd think about getting back to CSSC. I forgot liao, maybe that's the Sec2 camp venue, I can't really remember. But whatever the case, I'd visualize myself taking a shower and getting home and sleeping the day off after getting back to the CSSC.
Then I'd be able to pull through. Sort of.
I guess that's a form of counting down. It's like, you're promising yourself something, that you can achieve something. I think everyone can relate to this.
There's something about 'Begin with the end in mind'. Some step to becoming a successful human being. But whatever the case, whatever. No one really cares about how it came about, everyone only bothers with whether it works or not.
So I can conclude that counting down is a form of hope? A form of desperation for something to be over and done with?
Yet it can also be a rather pessimistic way of viewing things. I know of people who did counting down to the start of teh(sic, though I never really understood what they meant by 'sic', but OK) big O's, and they all turned up rather stressed out. It's an eventuality, it's an impending disaster, but counting down doesn't change it. So why bother counting down to the bad stuff?
It's a form of resignation for doom. As normal human beings, we should just live our lives in content and not bother about those shit. I mean, there's nothing much we can do about, say, the date the O's start. Yet people do it all the same. No one really bothers, no one really knows why, but such stuff just happens.
Well, why bother counting down at all? I mean, there's seriously no point.
That's one human mentality that humans can't change.
And here's another:
Credit to John Lau for, um, sharing with me this amusing STOMP! shit.
Well, you should watch the video to get the iFea of what I'm going to debunk, but if you can't be bothered, like most of the people who reads my blog, here's a summary of what was posted:
There's this person taking a video on the MRT, and after awhile, there's this random Cat High guy wearing his PE shirt standing and giving out his seat to an old lady.
Can anyone see what's weird about how the video came about?
I mean, who would have his/her camera taking a video on the MRT for no apparent fucking reason?
Well, I concluded that the person was trying to take a video of an upskirt possibility(there was this random white-short-skirt-ed woman), and failed but managed to get the Cat High guy's 'selfless act'.
If I were more cynical I'd think that this whole entire thing is a set-up, simply because no one in his/her right mind would have his/her camera zooming into a bunch of people in the MRT for no reason. So I'd conclude that the guy who gave up his seat was being a hypocrite and a bloody actor.
Let's not be cynical.
Having done the History Elective paper(which sucked), let's question the reliability of the source. There really isn't a credible account as to why the video was taken, so I'd presume that Shit happened, and the whole thing was a drama.
Shit I forgot how to do SBQs. Die. Still got SS. Zomg.
Oh yea, I have yet to link back to the topic. Ah, human mentality.
Taking pictures and videos just because they can, of anything good or bad. I find it weird. It's almost as if pictorial representations are the only truths in the world.
Take, for example, this:
Yea you'd get the point.
I can't carry on without contradicting myself, because I don't really have a stand for this, but seeing how things go, it won't be too long before everyone is pixellized and stored in memory cards or computers, and not etched in the brains of someone.
I'd find humankind a total flop, and all the technological advances as catalysts to the death of civilization.
Well, here's some lyrics of a song I quite like:
有些人经过我身旁 住在我脑中 在我心里钻洞
有些人变成相片 堆在角落 灰尘像雪一般冰冻
Well, that song was from Mayday, 一颗苹果.
I think that pictures can never replace the memories of anyone.
I think that you share the same sentiments as me.
But we all know that sometimes only a picture can trigger our memories. It's sad that we cannot rely on the gifts Mother Nature endowed us with(which is the brain), but that we have to resort to stuff like photographs to remember a person by.
That's one of the many reasons why I don't like taking photographs. I don't see a point. I'd rather not be in the picture if the person reminiscing the good old days doesn't remember me. Refer to lyrics.
I'd rather be missing in the pictures, make my friends try to recollect stuff like 'Who's that idiot who always makes noise..I forgot, why isn't he in this picture?' Stuff like that.
I think that that'd be more fun than being just there for all to see.
Yet being in the picture means being part of the big family. Stuff like that. I don't even think I'm making sense zomg someone save me from the O's.
Shit. I keep blogging shit stuff. I don't even know what I'm trying to say. =.=
Multiple mind-blowing Orgasms, my mind and body can't take it anymore. Ahh.
-- 10/27/2008 12:27:00 PM
Euthanasia?
Update: 27.10.08
I decided to add another reason. Thanks for raising that point, Shank (:
Well, I have the same birthday as 鳳飛飛
http://zh.wikipedia.org/wiki/%E9%B3%B3%E9%A3%9B%E9%A3%9B
My sister went to search for people who have the same birthdays as me, and there were a bunch of unknown X-es, and that's the only one we all could recognize. I'm rather much tickled.
I was quarrelling with my sister over whether euthanasia should be allowed or not.
She was behind legalizing euthanasia in Singapore, while I was simply averse to the iFea.
I remember our little debate and what it evolved into, and how heated it was(not very). It's good to have opposing views before blogging, because it makes me think.
Here's the gist of it:
One reason is that if the person seeking death is going through unbearable pain, then he/she might as well end his/her life because, well, the pain can't be described, what they have to go through can't be conveyed by mere words, and seeking the end of the torture is all that they want, or could wish for. The main point is that these peoples' days are numbered.
For people like me, I don't know of the pain these people are going through, the helplessness they feel as they lie on their beds incapable of motion, the sense of uselessness as they can only watch as their families worry over them.
But I feel that we owe our lives to our parents, and that we should let our lives run its course, even in sickness. I feel that living our lives till the very end is what we owe our parents. Ending our lives earlier is a form of betrayal to our parents. That's what I feel.
I don't really have a substantial argument against euthanasia. I just feel that ending lives prematurely isn't a prerogative we have. As 霍元甲 said in 霍元甲, 活着从来不是一个人的事.
When we grow old, when we are ailing, we still have our relatives. They are still living. As long as they have yet to give up on me, I don't have the rights to give up on myself, to stop living.
I have yet to experience the harshness of such diseases, and perhaps all this is just talk. Perhaps I'd succumb to the temptations of euthanasia in time to come, but for now, I stand my ground. Of course, I wouldn't want to experience those diseases.
But being alive, that's wonderful. I feel that life is wonderful. To quote Miss Chow's video(which made me tear), 'Sorrow makes us human'. Pain is a form of sorrow, right?
I love being human. I love the emotions I experience everyday. I love many things about life. You may see me as a noobshit, as someone who has yet to experience what I have in store for me, but I.. Never mind.
I'm digressing.
The point is, living or dying doesn't simply affect a person.
If I were to have only 6months to live, I'd live everyday to the fullest. Maybe I'd still play Runescape, but that just makes my life more complete. I guess. But I wouldn't consider euthanasia, because 6months is a very short time. How many 6 months does a normal human living in Singapore have to live? 140+ 6months. Having only a last '6 months' is already a huge discount, so why kill yourself? There's so much more to experience, there's so much more to do.
Another point is that pain and fear makes people consider the option of euthanasia.
For people like me, once again, I must stress that I don't know what pain they suffer, or how petrified these people going through the pain are of the pain that the disease might bring.
But I feel that fear and pain should not stop one from living. I mean, living is a gamble in its own right. You can get knocked down while you walk down a road. You can get struck by flower pots while walking under flats. A lot of things can happen. Why aren't you fearful of those?
So why should you be fearful of the disease that eats away at your life? I think I sound like a noob, but I think that diseases is a part of life.
生,老,病,死。
I've known that since young. I've already known what life has in store for me. I know that I'd age and I'd contract diseases(most probably venereal ones), and I'd die.
But would you stop having sex because you fear STIs? So why would you want to stop living? OK bad example, never mind.
Bottomline: Pain and fear should not stop a human from living the full course of his/her life.
I remember reading in the newspapers that a mother in an European country(I think) chose to resort to euthanasia because she feared the pain that her cancer or something could bring to her. She didn't want to live anymore.
Her son made a diary which documented the days preceding her date with Death.
He sounded a bit bitter that she chose that way. I don't know, but I won't want to leave Earth looking like a coward.
Well, let me sidetrack. I have this friend, who has rather much of a crush. And he does things with his crush which are very intimate, like hugging, holding hands, studying together all the time, blah blah blah. Then whenever I see his handphone, it's spammed with her name.
I kept telling him, tell her that you like her lah. Then he always 'No larh, what if she doesn't like me?'
I got rather pissed off because, well, it's quite apparent that she likes him too. As opposed to many other different cases of people with pure balls, I got pissed off. What's holding him back from maximising the potential he has?
No link.
Anyway, a third reason is that the people seeking euthanasia are seeking to 'preserve their dignity'. This was brought up by my sister.
Well, that depends on the definition of 'dignity', which can be rather subjective. For some, dignity is the way they look, the way they die. Perhaps some people want to say 'Ha, I defeated my illness by not letting it kill me because I chose euthanasia.' Maybe some thinks along the lines of 'I don't want to die in an ailing vessel, I don't want to look to bad when I die, I don't want all my weaknesses and fragility of my body to appear'.
I don't know lah, but for me, my definition of dignity would be to give pure respect to the body. I mean, if the body is still willing to serve as a vessel for my soul(although I'm rather much of an atheist), I should fulfil my body's wishes. I think that ending my life earlier would be an insult to the body. I think that dignity would be to never give up, to live on in spite of the toll the ailing body has on the mind.
That's dignity for me. Or at least respect for the things that were provided when we were born.
A battered sword is more of a relic than one that has never seen battle. Doesn't really make much sense, but whatever.
The fourth reason: They don't want to implicate their family. Well, what I feel is that the family members want to be implicated.
Maybe they don't even think of the ailing parent as an implication. I mean, choy lah, touch wood, but if your mother is suffering from a terminal illness and has only a few months left to live, would you rather she live through everyday?
I mean, OK, she might feel like she's destroying your life by chalking up huge hospital bills, but I think that you'd live to regret it for the rest of your life if you aren't even given the chance to give your mother all that you could in her last days.
In the Money No Enough 2, the children didn't want their mother to die either. Although they were suffering from financial troubles and knew that their mother would die anyway, they still didn't want to give up.
Why, even though they knew she couldn't be safe? But whyyy?
Because they love her.
And love for her made everything worth it.
My tuition teacher was telling the class about his friend, who had a father getting his life eaten away by cancer. The cancer ate away the son's money, too.
So my tuition teacher was thinking 'Maybe they should've just given up and let him die.' Yet he carried on with 'But if it was my father dying, I'd also pump in all the money I could. It's my father leh.'
I guess that love is irrational. Which reminds me of yet another story. I think it was a Chinese comprehension from many years back.
It was about a father and his 2 sons. They went up the mountains to collect some shit, and after collecting the shit, they got stuck on the mountains because of blizzard, a powerful move that I use my Abomasnow to spam. 5 PP only, though.
Anyway, so this trio was stuck up the mountains, and their father suffered from a frostbite. He told the sons to strip him of his clothings(not incest), and wear them and carry on with their descend from the mountain. Sounds rational, right?
But no, the elder son took off his own clothings and made his father wear it. Then he carried him down the mountain.
Awhile later, the elder son suffered from frost bite. Duh. So he told the younger brother to go down. The younger brother didn't, too. Then blah blah blah blah blah and the trio died.
They left their family with a devastating loss of 3 breadwinners. Is the term even 'breadwinner'? I forgot.
So the dilemma? If you were one of the brothers, would you be rational enough to give up and go, and live with the guilt of having pangseh-ed your father, or die and leave the people alive straggling? Can you say for sure that you would give up on your family members if you were in such a situation?
The guilt you would end up living with is immense. Implication? It's something worth dying for. Irrational? Yes.
Love cannot be explained.
Well, I've never been humbled by any great disease, nor do I wish to experience any of those, nor do I wish to witness anyone experiencing shit like that. I'm not envious of the person who has to contemplate between dying painfully or dying quickly.
But I maintain my humble opinion. It might not hold, because I'm typing in the comforts of my home, and in the pink of health, and I have a lot of youth within me still.
Anyway, I was muted on Runescape for saying 'Shet'. It isn't really banned, but Jagex takes it as an offence anyway. So I guess it's sort of my fault.
That's not a problem. I'm OK with being reported for typing expletives.
I'm not OK with people in the clan reporting me though. Someone must be really desperate to become a player moderator, and I'm not envious of that someone's moral values. Or maybe someone doesn't like me, but anything goes.
I'm not going to whine about it because getting a black mark isn't really anything to make noise over.
Let's talk about opinions.
There are many people who buay song me because of my attention-seeking fetish. You know, my Final Countdown stint and my normal flamboyant character.
But I've always known that there are many people out there with different opinions of what I did.
I remember some classmates who said that they admired me for the balls I have. Well, of course I'd be glad for having that. Then there are the other people who literally said bad things about me behind my back. I remember walking up the stairs with a bunch of sec 4s behind me and they were discussing about 'The final countdown bastard'. Well, I can't say that I wasn't disturbed.
Everything everyone does can be a topic for discussion. The hairstyle, face, spectacles, weight, actions, blah blah blah, all of them could become stuff for people to talk about.
There are so many differing opinions in the world. I find it tiring to try to change everyone's opinion of me. I think everyone would find it tiring, too.
So why even bother to try? Why bother trying to change someone's opinion of you? You're going to waste your time and seriously, there's not much of a point in doing that anyway. Oh, wow, you changed someone's opinion of you, from sucky to less sucky.
Big deal. It's not like the opinions of someone could kill you or something along those lines. Whatever detrimental thing that person says about you isn't going to affect you in anyway, because you have a life of your own and you need not bother with what others have to say about you.
Well, I've been ridiculed for like half my life(since 7), and I'm rather much used to this. I attribute this to my name, which sounds like Molester.
I can't help but feel like living up to expectations, but unfortunately, much though I want to be a sex fiend, I can't. Well anyway, that's not the point. The point is that I'm already rather much used to this kind of shit.
I can't say that it's confidence, it's more of immunity to all the shit the world can throw at me. I'm not saying that I'm getting more shit than others, I'm just saying that it's just a matter of getting used to it. Something that everyone can achieve.
You can get suan-ed by your friends and family, you can get attacked by random people for random stuff, you can blah blah blah.
What matters is that the victim doesn't get too affected. There are stuff to worry over, and random detrimental comments which doesn't really make sense isn't part of the spectrum.
Here are some nice songs:
The MV is rather eerie. And abstract. Watching Eason's MVs always leaves me with big question marks.
I like the song anyway.
And lyrics which chilled me, from a song quite long back, 时光机:
真的痛总是来得很轻盈 没声音
从背后慢慢缓缓抱着我 就像你
By Mayday. Not Jay Chou. I don't like Jay Chou much, but never mind.
-- 10/26/2008 02:11:00 PM
11 tips to save money.
Well, the O's have been orgasmic for this whole week. I feel so satiated and thoroughly spent that I don't know why I'm blogging.
Oh wait. I was shitting just now when I thought about saving money.
If you're a rich person, you wouldn't need to read this because you won't even feel the pinch of the electricity price hike of a whopping(or whoooooooping? I forgot) 21%(or 20?).
But if your parents are typical Singaporeans with the kiasu mentality, you might hear them whining and cursing the power plants for sapping so much money on top of the GST-s and ERPs. I somehow feel like something is leeching my parents of my money, and I have a nagging feeling that one of the many reasons is me and my inconsiderate use of the computer(spammage).
If you're like me and would like to atone for your mistakes while maintaining your computer usage, here are some tips by this streetwise inconsiderate shithole of a person:
1) Charge your phone in school. I think that I've saved enough money for my mother to last a lifetime. OK maybe not, but it is a thrill to see your phone getting charged and filled with the love juice from your school. Although it's not really allowed, I always feel strangely happier after my phone gets a full charge in school. I'd bounce around, seriously, and everything bad that happens that day when I get a full charge would be taken in my stride.
Try it! You save...I don't know how much you save each charge, but it's fun and makes you happier, and the thrill is beyond description. It's orgasmic, so why not?
2) Use your phone to play music. Or watch porn. Or solve your need for music and porn simultaneously with the use of 2 phones. Well, it doesn't really save money if you charge your phone at home, but as I mentioned in 1), you bathically play music and watch porn for a grand total of $0. Isn't that orgasmic?
3) Go around hogging power plugs. Even as I type, I'm charging my phone. If you didn't know, I'm at my mum's office, using my sister's laptop, and the air-conditioned room is freezing my fingers. All for a total of $0! See, now you can add 'Using laptops in a place far from home'. Also, you can use your school library for the gratification of your batteries. There's some saying that goes something along the lines of 'Recharge your batteries at so-and-so'. Maybe I made that up, but I take such stuff very literally.
More often than not, it's an elaborate scam. You pay money to charge. On top of that, you have to stay at that area for 150minutes for your phone to charge fully. And you pay for your transportation. Might as well charge at home.
4) Purchase a laptop instead of a desktop. Why? So you can go home, use up your battery, then go somewhere else to charge. How much would that cost? Zilch. OK you need to pay for your laptop, and laptops lag often, but other than that it's an orgasmic feeling, to see your electricity bill.
Better still, you can use other people's wireless internet connection illegally. You don't even need a modem. You save on the modem money, you save on your electricity bill for the use of computers, you save a bloody lot!
5) Nice places like Starbucks, I-don't-know-where-else, and MRT stations all have sockets. Not referring to the ones we have all over our bodies, but the ones with an orgasmic load of electricity potential. You can bring a multi-plug piece of shit and charge your GBA SP, PSP, NDS, laptop, handphone, digi-vice, random rechargeable batteries you use to play your gameboy colour with, blah blah.
I charged my handphone at Raffles Place MRT station once. I think I mentioned before, but for the benefit of those who didn't know, I did that. I wanted to contact my friends, and my phone died because I calculated to get to the Victoria Theatre shit to charge at the backstage(was doing CIP). So when my phone died, I went a bit mad and had to charge there and then. The stares that I invited weren't very friendly. I felt very paiseh, and that says a lot for someone with my hide.
But then again, all for free so why not? Hog lah. They give cake you don't take for what?
6) Go your mum's office. Or your father's. Offices always have sockets and internet connection, which explains my presence online right now. OK maybe you can't play Runescape, because it's been identified as a gaming website which is totally irrelevant to commercial gains and stuff like that, but you get to blog for free. OK I can't go on MSN, but the gains outweighs the costs. OK there aren't any costs at all, so why not?
Oh the exact term my mum's office used to block Runescape:
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But you get free water, hot or cold, your choice. And you can make tea or coffee. You can do anything you like. A lot of sugar, too. They give cake, don't take for what?
7) Go other places to shit. I shit at J8, I shit at my mum's office, I shit all over the place. So why not? I mean, I save my mother's water bills, and toilet paper. And the experience isn't bad.
The only drawback is that the office toilet is big, multi-cubicled, and the door closes with a bang. It always startles me. Then there are hardly any other people around, seeing as I come during weekends only. The loneliness of the toilet would be such that it might pounce on any random males that enters it.
The mere thought is scaring me. I won't dare to shit here at night.
8) Take your showers in places like your school. It's free, you save on your water bills, and you won't need heaters(not provided in schools anyway). Save so much, why not?
Alternately, you can choose to take your showers with your heaters off. It takes awhile to get used to, but ultimately it would mould you into someone of high integrity and robust character, who is passionate about life, learning, and service to others.
Oops. Occupational hazard.
9) I'm running out of iFeas. I still have to last till 10. So, um. Oh ya. You can choose to not on your air-conditioners and shit like that. Being a primitive man, I don't use the air-conditioner installed in my room. It's rather much of a hassle switching it on. I'd rather wank or something. So I won't switch on my own air-conditioner. I think it's going to spoil soon. I'd like that.
One compelling reason why I don't use it is that I like my fan better. Which says a lot about my skin and the treatment it injoys. The brutal lashing of wind on my skin turns me on, rather than some gentle caress of some cold slow-moving air. It didn't really make much sense to me, but whatever.
Also, the funny thing is that humans always cover themselves with blankets because the air-conditioner is cold. I don't see a point in making your environment cold, then insulating yourself against the cold. It's like adding fireplaces in your house, then air-conditioning your room with the fire burning away.
It doesn't make sense. Ah well. Humans hardly make sense anyway. That's the orgasmic part.
10) I ran out. Shit. How? Um. Let my ingenuity fill my entire vessel...
OK. Deep breathing. Ah I got it. People who want to watch porn can save their special stuff into thumbdrives and bring to their school libraries to watch with their friends. Or they can go their friends' house to watch with them.
I really can't imagine a bunch of males wanking to porn together. It disgusts me. And that says a lot. Collective security? Mass orgies more like. I don't like that iFea. Ew.
11) THE SPECIAL TIP! I just thought of it, and it works for orgasmic people. So scroll down because I don't feel like copying and pasting.
OK so those are 10 tips. I hope you'd instill the values of frugality into your lives, and I hope that I've enlightened you lost sheeps on what to do to become better human beings in this lifetime. I am glad to be of service..
That made me feel like some saint. Or the Oracle in Runescape, whose 'Who guards the guardsmen?' invited some Spanish on my tagboard. I forgot which language already. I forgot what it sounded like in that foreign language, too.
OK. I think that I seriously don't act like an O level student. I think I'm effing slack. =.= but I did study lor. Ah well. Things can change one I guess. Effing a lot of C5s and C6s and B4s to convert to A1s. So yea.
But then again I have a thing for staying up late. Especially if some people are online. I don't have to talk to them, but just seeing them online would compel me to stay online, just in case I could be of any enlightening services. Why?
Because I love you.I don't exactly have an answer for that.
I didn't exactly watch the last part of the 9PM show. I regret. Oh ya, watching TV and soccer and stuff like that. For that, you can go watch at kopitiams, Macdonalds, and stuff like that. OK I shall change this post's title to 11 tips to save money. I think I'm dang genius.
I can't be bothered to reply my tagboard people leh. I think that's because it accumulated too much. Ah well. Let it rot.
Here are some thoughts my Pokemon have of me. Well, I'm just going to copy and paste. I forgot which Pokemon said what, but some are very obvious:
Some wild Pokemon frown upon others for traveling with humans. They jeer that the caught Pokemon have 'forgotten the wild.' But that view is mistaken. They have just never met a Trainer who could be a great partner. A great partner like XXXXX, in other words...
XXXX and MILOTIC are alike in some ways. In humanspeak, we match up well. Does XXXX think so, too?
XXXX is very impressive, especially for a human. The Trainer lets MILOTIC use every bit of power properly. It is a shame that XXXX is only a human...
If a Pokemon were to travel along, it would be limited as to where it could go. But traveling with a human, a Pokemon would be able to travel farther afield to more distant cities and lands. Traveling with XXXX has been rewarding and reassuring.
Aww... XXXX only plays with other Pokemon... RIOLU feels neglected... Maybe XXXX doesn't like RIOLU very much? RIOLU will try harder for XXXX. Please be nice to me!
For the RIOLU, I kept making it faint, giving it some bitter shit to revive it, then making it faint again. I don't like its face. I wonder if it'd hate me even more than that.
Oh yea my sis bought the Eason's album. I instigated her to do that. And I like quite a few songs. Which says a lot, because I got good taste. Well, here's one that I played on loop for quite some time: 倒带人生.
I like this part the most, that's why part of this part is up as my nickname:
偶尔想起你
自言自语 点点滴滴
幸福是个秘密
享受却不知情
深夜里重播的旧黑白片
想启示我什么人生真言
我都感激已经很随性已经很随性
如果再做了有没有可能
另一份碗盘是你的
时间不小心停格了
别在意了 会过去的
Here's another: 7. I like the lyrics as a whole, but refer below for the reason why I won't spam lyrics.
Anyway, I think 7 is his favourite number. I prefer 3 though, and you didn't need to know that.
And I won't bother to post lyrics because there really isn't much of a need to do that. It's not like posting it here would make anyone more interested in the song. When I see blog posts with lyrics and purely lyrics, I'd just close the tab. Or the window, then go play Pokemon.
Well that's a rather abrupt ending, and I'm like ending this post now. Hope you injoyed the read.
Shit, I'm obsessed.
-- 10/25/2008 11:56:00 AM
The most concise post.
.It won't change.
.No matter how you treat me.
.But a wee bit of respect wouldn't hurt.
I'm scared.
-- 10/19/2008 04:46:00 PM
Fark you.
I was in the lecture theatre just now and I farted out loud. I don't exactly know why the people around me were so averse to the bomb I set, but they started defying gravity(I've always thought I was the centre of the universe. No wait, I am.)
So I was left alone with a 5-seat radius in nearly all directions except for the front(Julian blurred).
Then I was sitting alone there, thinking about life and A. Maths.
Isn't farting a natural occurrence? So people around me were saying stuff like 'You should go somewhere else to fart lah!' Or something along those lines. I was quite disgusted by that comment. It seemed to imply that there are right places to sneeze, to cough, to yawn, and to breathe.
Does that sound reasonable? No.
If you're breathing with me in the lecture theatre, if you can yawn loudly, if you can cough and sneeze like no one else is there, why can't you fart?
Just because farting stinks? OK, fart stinks, but what germs/viruses are in there? I know I can catch a cold from some other persons' cough/sneeze, but I don't know a shit about catching farts or any disease from someone else's release of flatulence.
I watched this drama serial many months back, and I remember Tay Ping Hui and Huang Bi Ren acted in it. Some show about marriagel, and the show name escapes me. There was this scene in which the two of them were inside a lift with 2 random neighbours, and Tay Ping Hui farted.
Then the show flashed something along the lines of 'Men farts an average of 12 times, women only 7'. I can't remember the exact figures, but it was along those lines.
Point? Males fart more.
Therefore, I can conclude that I'm a male, through and through, and the manliest of all the males around me, who fart but are too shy to admit they do.
I don't see people trying to cover up their coughs. One of the reasons is because they can't, but no one seems too apologetic about releasing a mind-blowing load of viruses and amylase into his/her surroundings. Neither do people feel embarrassed by their sneezes.
So why be apologetic and embarrassed over your fart?
I mean, your body created that flatulence and as the owner, you should be proud. There's nothing to be ashamed of, after all. People who try to fart as quietly as they can, then blame it on someone else, well that's the worst kind of human being to be a friend with.
I can't say how proud I am to be able to fart out loud. I think that there should be a new acronym, FOL.
People who dare to FOL are normally the most truthful and honest of the lot, because they don't try to cover up for what others perceive as a societal taboo.
There is never a wrong place to fart at. I don't see why some people view themselves as beings of higher moral values just because they don't fart when people are around. That's just bullshit. You're not being considerate when you catch a cold and not wear a mask either. Nor are you being considerate by blocking the roads of others when you walk. Nor are you being a considerate person to drivers when you cross the road even when the green man is on.
The examples cited above doesn't make sense. So does the notion of 'I am holier because I don't fart'.
I can't emphasize with mere words on how proud I am of Mother Nature for granting me this ability to let wind off my anus.
But now I know of this very useful biological weapon which I can use to clear places around me should I need some time alone.
It says a lot about the quality of males around me.
And the fact that they would run away when I fart, that truly is disconcerting.
There was this case in China or something, in which a woman fell into some sewage thing. The people around her just looked at her and laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed and you got my point. They didn't go up to help her, but the most kind-hearted of the onlookers called the police or something. Basically they just left her there to rot and stink and left the job of pulling her out of the shit to the police.
Linking back to why I feel disturbed--I can't rely on these people. If I were to get into deep shit(literally), they wouldn't bother to try to pull me out. Sobs. They would just run away and get help because 'It's too smelly'.
Just joking.
But Terence(again) is a male I respect in this aspect in life. He farts out loud. I think I'm more or less inspired by his actions. He'd go up to you 'Eh wait. Keep quiet', then fart in your face. Very loud some more.
A man. Seriously a man.
Anyway, some woman sent me a message on Friendster. I find her weird.
This is what they use to find me:
Hobbies and Interests:
sex, alcohol, drugs, gba, anal-ing people on their birthdays, tau pok
I made my account a female because I am a pervert. So this woman sent this message:
hey girl. i have a 17 year old guy friend who is looking for a girl to spend the nigh with. he is available on saturday or sunday night 18 and 19 ocotber(sic), and he is willing to pay $50 for a great sex experience. interested? message me back here
http://profiles.friendster.com/user.php?uid=79090945
That is the supposed woman who sent me that message. Upon further inspection, I realized that she had a lot of female friends, some which might be chio. If I were to search for soft porn I'd refer to friendster. Thanks, Sheryl Tan.
So who wants to have sex with her guy friend? It's $50, it should be worth it. Interested parties just tell me, SMS and I help you get to know this woman. I demand $25 because I am a pimp.
=.=
I am losing hope in humanity. First they defy nature(as illustrated vividly by farts). Then they indulge in carnal pleasures. Oh, the world is going to the dogs.
I updated on the Manliness post, adding the farting thing to one of the many factors which define men.
And here's an interesting video. I don't think any of you can view it though. http://www.veoh.com/videos/v923633kkSpeMDf
It's fun.
And having played Pokemon for some time...
If a Pokemon is treated as a friend, it will return the sentiments. We grow fonder of humans that treat us with kindness... Does XXXXX even like MILOTIC?
If I said there can be friendship between Pokemon and people, will GARDEVOIR'S friends understand? But if you see XXXX and GARDEVOIR, you will understand. Because XXXXX and GARDEVOIR are friends!
Humans can't understand the cries of Pokemon, nor our feelings. However, there are some among us that understand human speech... Hehehe, XXXXX, you're not bad for a human.
I think some got updated already, but heck.
-- 10/18/2008 05:46:00 PM
Be Manly, like me.
Here are some stuff from Pokemon Diamond, which I've been playing for the past few days:
Kirlia, when I first got it:
Others say there are people who aren't very nice to Pokemon. I wonder about XXXXXXXXXX... Will XXXXXXX look after Kirlia nicely? Will I get to go all over with this Trainer? Can we be... Friends?
Then it evolved into Gardevoir:
This adventure with XXXXXX is lots of fun. Gardevoir gets to go places where I can't go by myself. I get to battle pokemon I've never ever seen before. I'm gonna get stronger and stronger for XXXX
And now:
Gardevoir and XXXXX make a perfectly matched combo! I've seen all sorts of people so far... But XXXXXX understands Gardevoir's feelings the most! I'm a little hungry... You can tell, right?
By the way, I XXXXXXXXXXXX-ed away the trainer name because...I'm a pervert and as you could guess, it most probably is the name of a porn star and being reluctant to let others know of this fetish of mine, I'm not naming her.
Oh background information: My Pokemon team, all females. Except for my starter, which I named after myself. I guess I get to injoy a lot, with a chiobu for a trainer and many chio-Pokemon as my...playmates.
Yesterday was hilarious. I forgot whose iFea was it to watch porn in the library via veoh.com, but Gran logged onto his account and we just did it. I've never watched porn with others before, and I've already quit anyway =.= sort of, so I felt a bit weird sitting down there appreciating the pixels that laid bare to me. Then I called my son over for his viewing pleasure, and he was a bit reluctant to move at first, but he respected me as a father and came anyway.
Upon seeing the marvellous stuff, he called his friend over(they were German-ing. I'd rather practise Frenching) and his friend blushed. And yes the friend's a male. He muttered something along the lines of 'First time'. He looked so shy I could've blushed due to the hilariety of the situation.
We were all worried about the librarian and her prowling. Somehow, I felt that she shot a knowing look over to our side, and smiled. Then walked out. Then we got worried that the boys around us would..I don't know, take the cue and make Cat High an even more morally degraded place(quite a feat). Ah well. I was just stoning there. OK I did watch, but heh. Technically it wasn't porn. I'm coming up with excuses for myself and I'm feeli
ng useless enough.
I can't say that I quit porn for 4months already =.=
I think I shall blog about manliness, a topic that has been naggin
g at me for a long time. Like, when I'm shitting at J8 I'd be thinking of how manly I am and how testosterone oozes out from me even though that's nearly biologically impossible. But then again, impossible is nothing.
I made daily observation on men that I feel are very manly(I monitor myself. A lot) and I came to this conclusion:
1) Real men brush their teeth only once per day.
2) Real men take a shower only once a day.
3) Real men shit everyday.
4) Real men leave goatees(though it ain't shaved) till the eve of O levels.
5) Real men are egotistic. They go around blogging about how manly they are.
6) Real men fart out loud. (Updated on 18.10.08)
5 is a healthy number. So I guess I'd end what I see in myself as a m
an there, and proceed to what I need to achieve to be a better real man. This is my definition of a real man, and your definition can be something along the lines of 'must be cute, skinny, good-looking, clean and shaven, no smell, skinny jeans, blah blah blah...'
But this is my definition and I'm always correct:
1) There's no need to speak. One look from a man and others know what to do, how to react, blah blah blah. Even if the golden mouth has to open, he is concise. The 'strong silent type'.
2) Is in control of every situation. Not agitated or otherwise affected by anything else, he sets the pace and follows it. No one can disrupt his thoughts.
3) Doesn't need to tell the girl he admires that he likes her. His, um, uhfection can be felt without the use of words.
4) Knows the difference between manliness and sloppiness. Like, he can go place lik
e Orchard in slippers. And in random shirts and pants he woke up in. Then just go out like that. Yet he knows when to dress up properly, like to proper functions and
all.
5) Doesn't have to be too neat, but is able to find his stuff easily. Like provision shop uncle like that. I can't do the second part =.= where's my notes, where'd my chem textbook go, etc etc.
Ah once again, 5 is a healthy number.
And for people who exhibit the 5 qualities mentioned above:
For point 1, there are the Strawhat pirates =.= at least when they're about to fight.
And for the other points, I don't know anymore =.=
Here are a few stars, just for your reference:
Keanu Reeves.
He has a tragic story, his pregnant girlfriend died in a car crash and his sister is dying of cancer(at least she was a few years back). I remember one picture my sister showed me of him in a very rotten state, with an unkempt beard and stuff like that. Sloppy lah, but he cou
ld
It's OK to wallow in self-pity over the fairness of Life(maybe even
Sexy), but he's here simply because his hair is short. As you people already know, I'm against long-haired guys.
Oh another thing about him: He's the strong, silent type, too. Lo
ok at his facial expressions when he acts. He's like a block of wood. That's a quality in real men, too. I can't be bothered to scroll up and add that in now. Why is being a block of wood good? Bec
ause people around you won't know what you're thinking or how you're feeling. Then they won't go horsing around. Win already.
Although I've never felt that good looks mix well with manliness, I can't think of someone more appealing than him(my mum and sis loves him even though I can't see how handsome he is). And I don't like Bae Yong Jun(I only remembered Bae, the other 2 we
re crapped up, phonetic equivalent, don't know how true)because he's rather much of a porn star.
Here's another man:
I seriously don't know much about Daler Mehndi. But because Terence loves him, and Terence is rather much of a man in his own right(despite his lack of hair), I respect his taste in men.
You can see how crazy he is. I like zi-high people. And guys who act
cute even though they aren't cute, who are thick-skinned, blah blah. So yea. Here's an example. Maybe all Indian singers are like that, but anyway this is a real man.
Another real man, although I don't really see eye to eye with him for keeping his wife waiting for a long time because some random fengshui master told him to. But once again, at least his hair is short:
Here are some negative examples:
DOES THIS LOOK REMOTELY LIKE A MAN?! FUCKKKKKKK WHAT'S THE WORLD COMING TO?! What an eyesore. Even typing 3 sentences below it and seeing his eyes gives me the creeps. I don't even know why I'm giving myself such visual torture by digging up the ugly side of humanity, but I feel impelled to enlighten you people about the perils of media on youths.
That negative example is Danson, Tang Yu Zhe. I feel the creeps just typing out his name.
Here's another one:
Some Korean person. Lee Jun Ji. I remember he acted in the 王的男人, and I felt myself turning gay. He's scary.
Yet another negative example:
I can just see how manly he is with that flower sticking from his ear.
He disgusts me. What an eyesore. Does he even have any protrusion? Eww. I don't even want to think about it.
Yan Ya Lun. Brrrr.
I can name many more negative examples. But there's too many. There's no point. There are hardly any more real men in the world of celebrities, because real men aren't glamourous enough. I don't see glamour as an attribute to being manly.
The people I posted about are all good-looking right? Supposedly, at least. That's because looks is like the most important factor in starhoodism. If you don't got the looks, you don't got the personality, and you don't got good grammar.
I hate guys who love their hair more than their lives.
I hate males who hog onto basins. I remember walking into the toilet and after excreting all my urine, went to wash my hands(duh), and the guy who was
playing with his hand before I entered was still stoning there, styling his hair slowly, slowly, like he's got all the time in the world.
OK, but get out of the way lah, I need to wash hands one.
Besides, who're you trying to attact in Cat High? If you're gay then you'd do such stuff.
How can one derive confidence from something as superficial as hair? Urgh. Such people would get their asses owned in NS.
'Oh, I'm bald..I can never see the light again..'
While people like me would be like
'Ooh, free haircut.'
To express my gratitude to them for affirming my manliness, and my hatred to them for destroying the name of men, here's to them:
Gayshits.
-- 10/12/2008 11:25:00 PM
Last day of school, 2 days ago. See you, Cat High.
OK so today was the last day of school.
Kept tearing up. Didn't actually break down, being a man of immense mental strength and crap like that. Have an image to uphold.
During the farewell assembly speech, well I sorta listened to Mr. Heng at the start. It got really boring in the middle because it's a heck load of anecdotes and extracts from biblical stories that I'm seriously not interested in. It was nice at the start, you know, with the part about the teachers missing hollering at us and the like. I was...affected.
Then when the thing moved to the farewell videos, I was thinking along the
lines of 'FUUUUUUUUUUUUCKK!'
And this thought 'Shit lah why they want to make us cry, why're they doing this to us zomg =.=' flashed through my mind lah duh.
And after 4-1's video, I knew that the school was out to kill. Miss Chow made reference to 2-5, and NCC (Land). What the hell, I felt osmosis in place and seriously had trouble holding it back. The alarm '4-1 only leh, haven't even reach 4-7 yet' sounded.
And throughout the next few classes, I'm more or less touched too. But when it came to 4-7, it really wasn't anything spectacularly touching. Spamming of pictures isn't very healthy, as compared to Mr. Goh's video which doesn't have any pictures at all.
HAHA SO I DIDN'T CRY AT ALL. I win. I cried 2 years back, and I'm proud to be emotional and sentimental and stuff like that. Not emo though, I don't cut myself or things like that.
Collected some certificate which made a vague reference to our becoming of gentlemen after the 4-year course at Catholic High.
When we sat down after photo-taking, I...felt the inertia bearing down on me. Not moving/making noise just makes me more emotional, and that's not good. I realized that I needed to make noise, to move around. I guess that's my way of dealing with my emotions in such conditions and I'm glad that I'm so easily pacified.
I think one of the many ways was to pinch Dong Lum's nipples. I think I left a bruise. I feel bad, I overdid it. I held it there for more than 30seconds at high temperature and pressure. The compound formed should be quite stable. I seriously overdid it. He was clutching onto my hand and..I just carried on. I kept apologizing to him after that. I even offered a trade.
Spammed here and there. I felt a sense of bereavement as I left my table and chair, which are characteristic of me.
Here are some pictures of my table and my chair:
So after lunch in the classroom, which consisted of pizzas and cupcakes and coke, we had a massive taupok session, and being me, I'm always the first guy on the guy on the floor.
Being in Cat High, our taupok sessions are rather hiong, with people flying all over the place. I recall someone kicking my face accidentally and I'm glad the sacrificial layer(me) was there, if not the taupok-ed guy would've died or had his skull cracked by that powerful stomp.
I got taupok-ed, too. Of course, I put up a valiant fight(as usual, just for entertainment, like WWE), and still got raped. I think they nearly broke my left leg. I remember hearing an ominous craaak sound and some pain there. Bad angle, and I immediately recalled WK's schoolmate's plight during a taupok session which left that poor guy with a broken leg. I didn't want that =.= but luckily what I didn't want, I didn't get.
We raped people like Wei Lun, and we broke Kaisheng's virginity in the taupok area. So yea, sense of accomplishment.
We were supposed to have maths after that session, but Mrs. Chew was a nice woman(as usual), and allowed us to leave to party, should we want to do that. I went to watch the juniors at work and met up with Joshua, RY, LS. Not very eventful. Pretty boring Friday afternoon. But ah well, seeing them for the last time as a Cat High boy is something entirely different.
Walked LS to his bus-stop after that. Very brother, the to-the-end kind of brother. Sort of lah, at least. So after that, I went to Bishan MRT station to wait for Nik. Dinner at Seoul Garden. Got s or not? Forgot.
Being me, I made noise on the MRT. I was the only person wearing Cat High uniform, along with YC who changed out of it immediately after reaching City Hall(he was malu-ated). So I was standing there on the train, talking to them about chiobus on trains while they tried to ignore me.
Oh and some woman banged into me. I looked around, saw her back facing me, and said 'OWWWW' rather loudly. I saw her turning her head and out of embarrassment, I looked back to face my friends. She didn't apologize. That's rude.
At City Hall, while we camped for the other people, I made a lot of noise. Seeing other people popping up makes me walk towards them and 'HEYYY BROTHERRRR!' and embrace them. I have a huge family. I guess that's good.
We got to Seoul Garden pretty quickly and Mrs. Yap was already there lying in ambush. I think the number of people present was around 25, though there were laggers who came dang late.
Anyway, Brian makes a great cook. He just sat there cooking and cooking and cooking and cooking while I sat there stuffing myself with cockles and cocks and cocks and his food. I've never talked to him much, but heh, he's a bundle of fun.
(After the food, while we were walking along restaurants with glass panels all around, he did something very comical. He suggested walking around and staring at the people inside with the 'WHAT THE FUCK YOU OWE ME MONEY' face. It amused me to no end.)
And he was still eating papayas and pears after everyone was done.
Highlight of the dinner: Eggs.
Ho Kai Jie, the guy who missed while he shat in the squat-styled toilet bowl during the Sec 3 camp, made his second blooper over dinner.
Adarling challenged him. 'Eh Kai Jie you damn strong right? Try squeezing the egg until it cracks. If you can do it I'd give you 2 dollars.'
Being Kai Jie, he agreed. So he started squeezing hard, and I could see his face contorted with fury and anger at the egg shell's resilience. Then he used his left hand, and then he used both hands.
Then the egg fucking cracked! The stream of contents came flying out, ejaculation-style, and I could see it in slow-motion as he dodged the egg. Shit I'm laughing as I recall. OK the egg came, and he dodged it(although a bit still hit his hair and a lot on his pants). I couldn't stop laughing for a minute. Very hard to breathe, too. Then we went to clear up.
Bundle of joy, him. I hope he reads this.
And he asked Adarling 'Um, so what about the 2 bucks?'
Skin thick like shit. I like.
After stuffing ourselves full, Gran started the grab-an-egg trend. So I decided to grab some eggs too. Take and put inside bag. Gran put his in his pockets. Should've attacked him there and then. Pity. But it was fun smuggling eggs out.
Then Adarling went ahead to challenge Eric with 10bucks. Eric broke it easily, dirtying his shoe in the process.
I managed to break it, too. I forgot how it happened but it did. I might've cheated a little. But heck, I'm strong naturally anyway. We were breaking eggs from Seoul Garden just outside Seoul Garden itself and I think we were rather much of jerks. I like. It was fun anyway.
We sort of followed Mrs. Yap around and made a lot of noise. We even addressed her 'Mum'. She should feel proud. Then she went to shop and we don't do that so we went to bowl.
And as 超级碗 was filled with people, they made a reservation and Kaisheng and I went hunting for a place to shit. Seoul Garden has that effect on most humans. Or maybe we just ate and stuffed ourselves.
We managed to find a cubicle, but a cubicle isn't enough for two. This leads to the shitty dilemma: Who should shit first?
Although the question doesn't sound philosophical, the choice made can say a lot about a person.
Kaisheng let me shit first while he hunted for another cubicle. While I took off my pants and prepared to sit down, I felt the shit comming out and I could see it from between my legs as I bent down. Ploploploplop it went. Very funny scene.
Anyway, back to the seriousness of the question at hand. Bowel movements are hard to control at times, and in emergency cases with 2 people, it becomes even harder to make a decision. If I were more capable of motion(the moving around kind), I'd probably let Kaisheng shit it out first. And vice versa. But I don't think that Kaisheng was in any status better-off than mine.
I'd offer him the seat first, too. But ultimately, one would have to back off and shut up and shit. I guess that means that I cut short the administrative process. But if I insisted? Then he'd get to shit earlier and even though it'd be a bit hard on my rectum instead of his, I'd be walking around without the guilt of making my friend wait to shit.
Yes I actually feel a bit guilty. OK maybe not, but I feel like I owe him a favour in return for a shitty experience. OK I guess I'd let him shit first next time. I hope there won't be a next time. I don't like shitting around too much.
What about you? What'd you do? And if the situation really arises, do you think that what you say now would hold?
OK this reminds me of an imaginary situation while I was shitting. If you had a friend who raped someone, what would you feel about him/her? I mean, how would your perception of that someone be?
I think that rape is the ultimate humiliation a man could unleash on a woman. I shan't go into details here, but...never mind.
Back to the topic. What would you feel if you had a friend who raped a female? Would you fall out with him/her(yes, rape isn't a male's prerogative)? Could you ever see him/her in the same light again?
Which makes you wonder what kind of screwed person I am to think about such stuff while shitting in a public toilet.
So after shitting, I went to the arcade to meet up with the rest. I was in school uniform, and I thought I might get thrown out of the place.
Met some cute girl. She looks dang young. I should've asked her for her phone number. She looked cute playing the drums. Whoohoo! But anyway, I was just walking around watching them play games. Quite fun even though I think that the concept of arcades is rather much of a money-waster. I'd rather go play LAN or something. Not that we can play with networks or the like, but you got the point.
$2 per hour sounds more reasonable than $1 per game. Or somewhere along those lines.
Some went to play pool also.
Then the bowling people called. We rushed over. Fun. And although we sort of got thrashed, it was all fun and I'm not complaining about fun things.
Then we rushed for the last train. It was already 11.30PM and we nearly didn't make it for the last train. Lucky us.
Then Hubert, DH, Bear, Eric and I went to take the purple line. Bird, Bear and I stopped at Compass Point and being a gentleman and the manliest man on Earth, I offered to walk them to the cross-junction(a serious de-tour) just in case anything happens to them, I could become a free punchbag to tank blows and stuff like that.
But they made it to the last LRT so I guess my tanking services weren't needed. So I went home. On the way home, Bird SMS-ed me about their LRT-taking. That's why I like him. He brightened up my night with just a random SMS(he did that last time on my birthday after we parted at the bus-stop. I think the SMS was 'Happy birthday bastard boy (:', somewhere along those lines. Just recalling brings a smile to my face, which doesn't make much of a difference actually.
Random joke my sis told me:
问:叉烧包陪馒头看电影,看完电影后,为什么叉烧包哭了,馒头却没哭?
答:因为馒头没有fillings(feelings).
问:叉烧包陪豆沙包看电影,看完电影后,为什么豆沙包哭了,叉烧包却没哭?
答:因为叉烧包和豆沙包有不同的fillings(feelings).
Quite amusing how lame people can get.
Farewell, Cat High. See you tomorrow. Now is 2.46AM, Sunday.
-- 10/11/2008 12:34:00 AM
Last Thursday of school(supposedly)
I saw dead kois today. In some random pond. I think they are kois. I think that's how they're spelt, too.
So yea. Shit happens.
I find it very inconsiderate to kill living things for no reasons. I find the idea of pouring detergent into ponds very disturbing. The fact that someone as sadistic as to kill kois that way exists isn't something to be celebrated.
I was shitting just now(constipation) when I thought about what went through the kois' minds.
K1: What's up with this shit? I'm feeling..sick.
K2: Yea, I'm feeling sick too...let's do it.
K1: NOOOO I'm not referring to that. I mean...I feel faint.
K2: Yea same here. So let's do it before we can't do it anymore.
K1: But..I've never done it before..
K2: So you should do it before you die. Make it a once in a lifetime sexperience.
K1: OK.
K1: Ahhhhh I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm....*dies before orgasm*
K2: Aahhhhhh*dies before orgasm*
Can anyone tell me what's bad about indiscriminate killing of kois?
1) Kois are alive. So are guppies. And tadpoles. But kois are MORE alive because they are more sexpensive. That, we can all agree on. We don't lament over frogs.
2) Kois are alive. They think. So if the above scenario did happen before their deaths, it leads to 2 very sad conclusions.
2)i) They had sex only when they are dying. It's a lot like life, where people don't dare to say what they really feel until they know they are dying. Then it's too late but at least they got it off their chests. Sex works the same way here.
2)ii) Kois don't get orgasms. They do stuff like lay eggs. I pity male kois. But in the case of animals who can orgasmise, I'd find it dang sad if they approached the climax, but didn't manage to finish what they started.
The point here is that it's rude to stop people from their orgasms. You might've heard about men and women getting strokes as they orgasmise. But what you don't know is that it's at least more worth it. You die but you get to orgasm once, compared to dying with an approaching climax?
So I pity the kois.
There are many different forms of vandalism in present society. One is the above. Another is the plain old graffiti, and shitting all over the place, and..I don't know.
I'm very against the spam-kills of living creatures. It's not that I'm pro-life, it's just that I'm a very nice and considerate young man with a healthy mind. I mean, what fun is there to derive from poisoning of fishes?
Kois: Ahh, I'm dying.
Psychopath 1: HAHA YOU'RE DYING!
That doesn't make sense. Compare that with a 'burning cockroach'.
Cockroach: Ahh, I'm burning to death.
Psychopath 2: HAHA YOU'RE BURNING TO DEATH!
Which psychopath is more psychotic, 1 or 2?
I'd say 1. I mean, poisoning of kois is like a rather slow process? And you can't see its pain I think. I've never actually done such a thing, kois are sexpensive. But I burnt cockroaches before, and it wasn't pleasant. Cockroaches stink. Just recalling it sent shivers down my spine. And I'm serious about that shivering.
In the case of psychopath 2, you can actually see the cockroach writhing in pain. So psychopath 2 satisfies the 'sadistic' criteria, except of a higher level of sadisticity(I made this up, duh).
Psychopath 1 doesn't fulfill this, and being sadistic is part of human nature. Therefore Psychopath 1 is really psychotic.
You're not funny if you were trying to be. If you were trying to show off to the world how inconsiderate you are towards other life forms and to show how much of a bastard you are, you've already proven your point. Thanks for showing me the extremity of human psychology.
I bought a new Iron Man. His hand is in a wanking position, and he's rather much of a bundle of joy. He..performed some very interesting sexual acts, and I think I'd post pictures tomorrow.
HAHA.
OK so there are times when one would feel snubbed. For no obvious reasons. I shan't beat about the bush, simply because I feel that it is a very bullshitty thing and that there's no point in trying to even conceal anything.
So I offered to attempt to help with some maths questions, even though I know that I'm not exactly a distinction student in that subject. Heck, I just wanted to extend my gesture of goodwill. You know, the brother-brother mentality. But instead I got snubbed with a 'You wouldn't be in your school if you knew how to do my math questions.'
I..don't even want to bother trying to defend my school's academical standards. Instead, I'd let you live in your delusion that your school is the best, that you can do whatever you want and snub other peoples' goodwill, just to build up your ego.
I'd just add this: Just because a random person from a supposed elite school doesn't know how to do a question in any other subject doesn't mean that people from other schools can't.
But like I said, if that makes you a happier person then do it lor.
Enough said. It's fucked up and I don't even have the heart to elaborate further.
Tomorrow, or rather later, is the graduating ceremony. I won't say for sure whether I'd suffer a form of emotional breakdown or not, but I'm proud to be a part of Cat High as my school, even though Cat High may not be proud of me as a student(for obvious reasons). Whichever the case, I won't classify any derogatory remarks or jokes about my school's academic standards as 'humour'.
You can suan about the nonya kueh-like uniform we have though. Fine by me.
And regarding the ceremony...well let's just say that tomorrow would be a long day. After the lunch, we'd have to camp somewhere till dinner, and that says a lot. It sure sounds like a day to blog about.
I hope I'd have fun with my class 4-7. One last time.
-- 10/09/2008 11:39:00 PM
Um. Last Wednesday?
Let's start this post off in the best way possible:
That's to people who think they're too good for certain subjects.
You know, the 'I am fully-prepared, I am ready to score my A1s, I can don't come for lessons' kind of person.
I find that attitude very condescending. I mean, other people are like trying to forge ahead with whatever sucky results they get for Prelim 3, then there is this bunch of people who appear to be in front, strolling, taking their own sweet time, being supremely unconcerned regarding what the teachers are trying to do to help guarantee them their A1s.
OK, you're good at that subject. But are you the best in it? I think that even the people who get the highest marks aren't doing crazy, shitty stuff like that. You're acting like Bolt, the sprinter who lepak-ed after he knew he had won his other competitors.
I don't know why others don't have a beef with his action, but he can leave his celebration and stuff like that till after the race. During the race, if you're doing crazy stuff like that, you're just trying to humiliate the other students(me inclusive), who are trying to get just a distinction.
Maybe that's the cleverest thing to do, relaxing on the subject you think you're the best in, but I don't see how well it reflects on your EQ. If you choose to be such a disappointing human being, you can carry on doing that. It's not my loss anyway.
And maybe after we get back our results, you might get all the A1s you had despite going against the teachers' wishes. And you'd know that you'd made the most brilliant decision in your miserable live.
But I don't think that anyone would congratulate you. So yea. Good luck.
For people like me, who..isn't doing too well academically, I get to stay back everyday in the board room. Being released at nearly 6.30PM everyday, I normally get home at 8PM. Am already contented with that. So dinner comes at 8PM, blah blah blah.
And yesterday, I got home at 8.20PM. Being a lazy piece of shit, I decided no
t to take my shower at all.
The vague concept of 'personal hygiene' rang something distant in my memory, but I couldn't care less.
Until I wanted to shit. When I shit, I'd want to clean my ass. And seeing as we're not living in Japan, we don't have toilets to clean our asses. If I were to clean it up ma
nually, I might as well take a shower. It's more value for money and the h
assle mah.
So yea. I took my shower after all.
That's just the introduction.
I was shitting in the toilet just now at around 8PM lah(duh) when I heard some neighbour blasting songs. I'd presume it's a she, because I heard a voice singing along. I won't say that she sings well, but I'd just say that it's weird to hear '差一点' when you're shitting.
I didn't get to defecate properly. It was hard, small, separate lumps.
To further dramatize the effect songs have on me, I'd say that I was trying
to wank when the neighbour started singing.
I won't say that it's horrible, but I found myself getting flaccid. Maybe her voice wass too melodious, it's hard to tell when the music she's playing is that loud. But heh. Maybe I should try talking to her next time:
*phone plays 差一点*
Me: Ehh can change song? I shitting.
She: *giggles then guffaws* OK sorry!
Me: What's your handphone number? Maybe we should meet up. I got protection.
She: .....sure!
Oh the mere thought made me horny. =.=
Here are some peekchures of Iron Man, and his ambition, which is to become the CHS Warrior:
Heh I love my shield-on-back iFea. I used a stapler bullet to wrap around Iron Man's neck, and then hooked my school badge onto it.
Oh what's happening?! Is Iron Man morphing(or forced to morph) into Iron Woman?!
That must've hurt.
Anyway, here's Iron Man, co-op mode. I bought another Iron Man, and here it is:
Oh, no no no. Iron Man didn't turn into Iron Woman. He turned into Iron Flasher! =.=
I think the last 2 pictures can be considered 'Co-opulate'. I mean..OK never mind. I'm not sure which one's male or female(hard to tell with armour).
But yea. Can see that rod in between the legs? I think that's a very sexy thing.
Adarling came up with it. I wanted to have an Iron Woman, but he made an Iron Iron Man, which is scary.
Since Iron Man has such strong armour, it makes people wonder how the rod penetrated his own armour.
The only explanation is that he's some sort of incredible hulk. I think he has got, like, titanium-hard erections. I'm already getting freaked out. After all, he's going to spend the rest of his lifetime in my pencil case and stuff like that zomg how can I sleep with my pencil box around now?!
=.=
-- 10/08/2008 08:31:00 PM