Lee Guitars All-Star Concert.
Went to the Lee Guitar All-Stars concert just now. I don't think many people know about this because they're all only interested in their own world of western pop culture and screamo and heavy metal and stuff like that. I'm stopping short from saying 'shit', because although I don't approve of them, I have friends who does, and I know that tastes differ. I'm just saying that I don't like, but I'm not saying that it's shit because the iFea of 'Shit' is subjective.
Not the point. Anyway, there was Mr. Zhou Hua Jian, and I'm quite sure that everyone reading this blog knows who that person is. It wasn't exactly exhilarating to see him up close, and it wasn't 'up close' to begin with. I mean, he was around the size of my index finger when I stretch my arms and hold it against my eyes to compare against him. I have a feeling that I'm digressing once more, so anyway, there was Mr. Zhou. He was quite humorous. I mean, rather. OK, very. Like 'HUAT AH!' kind of funny. Guess that didn't make sense, but it does, in my own microcosm of an existence. Or 'a sexistence'. Whichever pleases you more.
So yea, everyone can relate to his existence, that I'm pretty sure. Well, I somehow forgot why I wanted to go to the concert, so I was like 'What the hell I should be playing Runescape at home. Why the hell am I going for this concert?' My sis simply replied something like 'Got Chen Qi Zhen.'
That was enough. Hehehe. I don't know whether she's chio or not, but that's not exactly the point. I guess this means that she's at least pleasant to look at, and that I'm not only interested in her because of her looks. I like her music. I don't know much about music, and I think I can be considered an uncouth person, bordering on being a boor. Or the other way round, I'm not shure which one is worse. But I really like her voice. Gah. Never mind. Not like anyone would listen to her songs because I post them on my blog and say stuff like 'DON'T FRIEND YOU IF YOU DON'T LISTEN! HMPH!' Stuff just don't work that way.
I'm not exactly a 'fan' of hers anyway. So s'ok even if I don't manage to convince you people about the magic of her voice. Heh I'm rather voice-inclined, too. Heh. Heh. Heh. Heh. Maybe I should just ctrl+c and ctrl+v the 'heh. ', complete with the space because I take a lot of care with punctuation.
Urgh. I keep digressing. Oh wait. There really isn't much of a point in this post anyway. Um. So yea, there was Mr. Zhou. And Then there was Mr. Zhang Zhen Yue. You people most probably only remember him for his '爱我别走', or his '思念是一种病’, though I do have some reservations about the latter. But never mind, he sang '路口‘, and I like it. Being a person who supports pirates(like Luffy and co. in One Piece), I downloaded it. Heh. I think I missed the point in the entire concert, which is support for music. Um. Oops. So yea, quite nice. I mean, he's a star for a reason.
Oh yea, got Tanya. She's got an English name so I won't bother with typing out her Chinese name. Not that I bothered with that on the previous people. She spoke in Chinese, like duhh, but being Singaporean and all, the speech wasn't exactly fluent. Not that I'm capable of a fluent Chinese speech, but that she's not, too. Heh. Source for ego.
What happened after that? 陈绮贞 happened. Muahaha. Couldn't see much of her. I don't think I'd have much to post about tomorrow/later, because I wouldn't be doing much. So I would post the pictures tomorrow/later to, um, fill up the void. Heh. She just sat there and sang and sang and sang. Oh, her melodious voice captivated me. It was just the guitar, and her. And that combination was enough.
She once held a concert, but I missed it due to lack of funds. OK I wouldn't pay money for a few hours just to sit down and listen to anything. But I heard that it was nice. It was simple, and nice. Simply nice. OK lame, but that's not the point, shut up.
Heh.
She sounds like a child. I don't think I'm a paedophile. Contrary to popular belief, I don't fantasize about kids. It's just that there's something about kids that ignite the chauvinistic side of me, and I sense the need to live up to my name. But I don't need to sexplain anything to you, so just go on and think of me as a paedophile. I quite injoy that title. 'dophile' looks like dolphin to me, and I like dolphins.
OK I don't, but that's not the point. Geez, why do I keep getting out of point? =.=
She sang 旅行的意义 by the way. That's like my favourite song of hers. And it was just the guitar and her. HUAT AH.
Oh and I forgot to mention her way of entering the stage. She simply walked up the stage from the side and sat down. After her performance, she simply walked towards where she came from. She seemed almost abashed to be on stage. Quite cute.
Then Mayday happened. Some random man from a few seats to my left simply stood up and started jumping and waving his light sticks even though the song wasn't the kind that warranted such a treatment. Quite a comical sight.
Then they sang 离开地球表面, and my sis stood up to jump around. I saw many people jumping around too. I felt like I was at the Christmas service I attended when I was Sec2 going Sec3, at HOGC. I thought they were possessed. I don't think I could look at my sis in the same light ever again. OK that's an overstatement, but I was ogling at the girl in front. Heh. She jumps in a cute way. Heh. She was Lead though.
They also sang a few other nice songs, which includes 温柔.
不打扰
And that was about it. It was just the host singing by himself after that. Heh. Heard that he's a horny old man. Chek ko pek in short. OK it's shortened by just a syllable. Not much of a point.
是我的
Well, I saw people leaving. I think that's quite disrespectful. I mean, someone is performing and you get off your seat and just leave? OK, maybe you didn't go to the concert to see the old man perform, but still, it's rude. I mean, he's the host and all. Without him, your idol wouldn't even be performing yesternight.
What, public transport? You should've known that the concert drags on till it's late. Get up and leave and waste the ticket? I'd rather take a taxi. Never mind. =.=
温柔
Then all of them came out to sing a last song, and I already forgot what song was that. There really wasn't much of a point singing a song that most people caught no ball. And I could see Mayday at a loss. They were like goldfishes, opening and closing their mouths. Quite a funny sight, seriously.
There was this trio in front of us(my sis, mum, aunt, and me). 2 of them spotted long, styled hair. Made me feel like puking. Not the point. During the concert, they left halfway and left their Big Gulps behind. I was thinking along the lines of 'Horrible people, screw off!' when they came back. I thought that I was wrong. I mean, how hard is it to clear up before you leave? Having faith in China people(their accent says everything), I thought that they would remove their shit.
As luck would have it, they didn't. My aunt dropped her lightstick, and I didn't want to be grouped together with such inconsiderate people. I'm not saying that all China people are like that, I'm just saying that I don't want to be grouped together with this trio, who happen to be from China. So I went up to pick the lightstick. The 3 women all asked stuff like 'Why pick it up? Just leave it lah.' I didn't reply, I simply pointed to the 3 Big Gulps and they all got the point.
As we were leaving, there was this, um, stall-like thingy set up, selling albums of the performing(performed) stars. I don't know what made me buy 陈绮贞‘s album. The compilation of her best songs from 98 to 05. Nice.
Shortly after the purchase, I started smacking myself. Like 'ZOMG why did I buy that =.= I could've simply downloade it argh argh argh argh that's like one month of Runescape membership T.T'
But ah well, it's worth it. 15 songs for the price of $18. A few megabytes for cash, worth it? I guess so, since it's her.
Had a random supper at some random coffeeshop. Still hungry though. Now is...4.34AM. I need more sleep. Zomg.
-- 11/30/2008 02:56:00 AM
ZomGod Monsters.
You may want to read this first. It boils my blood to see someone as narcissistic as this woman go around typing random stuff defaming other religions:
If you have time, read that article. I'd think that you'd have time, because it's the holidays now anyway. If you don't read it then you probably wouldn't understand half of what I'm going to tear down/debunk.
I must commend her though, because I was losing the power of thought. Long holidays, booze, and long computer hours spent on fighting spiders has this effect on even the sharpest of minds, such as mine.
Seeing the title makes my blood boil. No, it's not that I'm a Muslim, but that this woman(we name her bitch from now on) is accusing all Muslims of rape against children.
This is a fucking offensive post by her against an entire religion. Remember the Yishun MRT fiasco? She's the type who would play up this fear of an entire religion to topple society and discriminate against people who are not of her religion, which she stated clearly, is Christianity.
I don't have much, if any, against Christians. I just don't like them for their preaching and their everyday proclamation of how wonderful God is. I also don't like them for preaching about God's love. It's OK if they keep it to themselves, or their circle of friends. I don't need to know how wonderful I am, after all.
Not the point.
Back to it. She implied that the Islamic faith is a work of darkness. I don't even want to quote that, if I were to quote it then there's no point in posting the link above. I like making people click. Not the point once again, but who is she to question the value, or purity, or, um, goodness of a particular religion? Oh, a Christian, pardon me for answering my own question.
Look, I know of nice Christians who don't go around running down other people's faith and religions, and I'm glad to know of such people. But the Bitch here is ruining their name and impression I have of Christians. Not that it'd be that badly ruined, but that she gives Christians a bad name.
In order not to make herself look like some bitch(not that she managed to pull wool over our eyes, because I named her Bitch), she quoted a random-assed example of a 'Muhammad' who has a 9-year old wife he has sex with. And that he kills and plunders and becomes wealthy and powerful. I think she was being very specific when she named the perpetrator 'Muhammad', because out of an entire religion, there would surely be someone who did cruel things and got their fame and power. Thanks for naming the perpetrator such that we could find him easily, Bitch.
She linked it with her 'article on Islam', and you know what? Error 404 when I clicked on that link. If I were to click on a link which supports a statement only to find that the link doesn't work, it definitely wouldn't dent the credibililty of the statement, right Bitch?
Then she pulls something out of her ass once more, with a 'What you're about to read is totally consistent with what I know about Islam. Someone will e-mail me and tell me it isn't so, but it is.'
WTF! I seriously don't think she knows much about Islam if she sits in her church and read newspapers of how terrorists bomb stuff up. Somebody shoot her please.
Then she said something about kids with hateful and deadly serious looks on TV. OK, so where's the video? I'm quite sure that stuff like that would get onto youtube, and if you couldn't even bother to find it and post it on your pathetic site, I don't think you would bother knowing a lot of stuff about the Islamic faith. Reminds me of Bastard G, really. The sort that wouldn't budge even if you proved that his/her existence in this world is wrong. And still go around thinking that they are always right.
I remember my friend telling me about how the Islamic faith and Christianity and any religion that believe in Jesus are grouped under 'Abrahamic religion'. It saddens me to see them pulling each others' faces out.
Urgh. Distasteful.
She backed it up with a random email from a person who was in a supposed Muslim family, and how that person heartily agress with her post.
Sounds like a commercial.
Then she talked about some random rapes in Jakarta. I must admit--I was rather turned on by the accounts of the supposed rape victims.
There was one screw up in the story though. The person writing in supposedly has a sister, Fenny. When they saw the people getting raped, she wrote something like 'and my little sister, Fenny, screamed hysterically and hugged her father.'
OK, you screwed up your family status? Congratulations, liar, you shat on yourself.
This sounds like a scam. I mean, it is, but the author didn't even bother trying to cover her scam properly. An idiot such as myself could already see through it at one glance. I think people who are capable of conscious thoughts would be able to see through this self-collapsing piece of shit. I don't even want to go on debunking it.
The mere existence of the aforementioned post is alarming. If I were to blog something which would spark off racial tensions, I'd be sued. So what the hell is the country Bitch is in doing? If there really are terrorists, they would definitely go for her country, for even allowing the sexistence of such posts.
Another alarming thing is the amount of self-righteousness this Bitch had within her to spew such blasphemous things. I use the word 'blasphemous' because it is definitely blasphemous to the people of the Islamic faith.
And another thing reflected by Bitch is the discrimination certain Christians have against other religions. Not all Christians are like that, that I know. I'm just...saying that there are some who give Christians a bad name, and Bitch is one of them. I hope she chokes or something.
Zam her face.
Something completely unrelated to the topic above. I just got to see an angry side of a friend. Even though I lagged in seeing this, I can't help but be shocked.
Isn't that true for most humans? I mean, everyone has an ugly side that he/she doesn't want others to know about. Yet there are times when such stuff makes their appearance. In short, there's a monster in all of us.
I think that what we should do is to get used to such happenings. Like I said, everyone has that monster within them. Over-suppressing is counterproductive, and I feel that everyone has to let loose at a time. That's a healthy lifestyle.
Also, I think that if I were to be a person's friend, I would have to bear with his/her everything, including that monster within him/her. Tolerating isn't enough though, there is a need to accept. A true friendship can't be based solely on 'tolerance'.
That's what I feel lah, and I don't feel right most of the time.
I think I made plenty sense there.
-- 11/27/2008 09:36:00 PM
Women, Dota, and BBQ.
Let's start this post off on the right note:
Please don't try to link these women with CX though. Urgh.
Do they look similar? Sisters? Or are they the same person?
I cropped out her face. I'm giving a contented smile even as I type at 3.26AM. Oh, the power of love.
I guess this proves something. I like short and cute girls.
Huat ah!
On a more serious note(though there isn't a need to be serious):
-Sanji, One Piece episode 378.
Was out the whole of Monday. Went to play dota with Bear, WY, KS, Gran, Leonard.
Lunch was screwed up. We dabao-ed and we sat on the bus and we didn't touch our cheese fries for the next 5hours. So they went bad. A waste.
Anyway, I teamed up with Bear and KS, while Gran, WY and Leonard were in the other team.
I only knew how to use one hero--Luna Moonfang. There's something about the moon which attracted me, and Luna's a female and I like females.
I forgot how to buy things though, it's been a year since I played dota. And I couldn't teach Bear and KS because we were separated. Bleh.
It was Bear's virgin dota session, and KS wasn't an sexperienced player.
Come to think of it, I'm not one, too.
For the first game, I fared quite well. I think it came as a shock to them because I was second to WY when the results came out. Heh. A lot of kills from me, because they didn't know I was good with women. Heh. They needed to gank to kill, and even then I did quite well I think.
Bear picked up fast and KS became more seasoned. But we lost anyway, but that's OK, it's just a game.
For the second game, I think Leonard stopped le. I wasn't able to shine either, because they chose strength heroes and I couldn't damage much. Bleh. Tio thrashed.
Blah blah blah blah blah and we played against some hardcore strangers. WY is the best player in our team, and they first-blooded him. They levelled up dang fast and we were like rendered defenceless.
They totally crushed us and humiliated us by killing us in our fountain. Like WTF.
Second game, we managed to do quite well. As in, we still got owned, but we got more kills and lasted longer I guess.
Then we played amongst ourselves. Same team, and Bear and KS were damn zai. I was Treant Protector, and I walked around stoning and getting hit just because I could. Bought a Heart and everything was fine.
We smashed through WY's Aegis, too. Gran was Rikimaru, and his invisibility was a pain in the ass. WY got a gem of true sight, and we managed to kill him and I picked that up. Things turned out fine after that.
We were late for BBQ, like duh. We set off at like 6 plus. Took a taxi.
Started playing soccer with a ball which was bought just for that occasion. It dropped deep into the ocean and being the brave guy I am, I swam to recover it. Springs effing took pictures of me when I was defenceless. Sobs.
I felt like he was Time, because I was ravaged by Time. Lame, never mind.
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah and BBQ and fire-starting. Played the Monkey game with the noob ball at first, and it was fun. I mean, duh, monkey leh. We ended up with 3 monkeys, and the suspense was orgasmic. I've always loved apes. And furry stuff.
We didn't raise much of a fire because we couldn't. But Julian cooks great pork chop, as in seriously. I think he was quite shy when I complimented his culinary skills, so he reciprocated by offering me more pork. Heh. Nice.
It wasn't filling, because I require a lot of food, but it was good anyway. Muahaha.
Anyway, I forgot already. I can't blog according to chronological order, because I forgot. Well, I remember sitting on the beach building walls of sand to protect ourselves from the onslaught of the waves. I was following what Eric, Yong Khang, and Justin were doing. It was fun, and their reactions when the waves came was quite comical. Gran and Leonard came to join, too.
So there were like 6 guys huddled together on the beach, building stuff. Quite a weird sight I guess. It was fun though. I mean, I hardly do things which aren't fun. Leonard's wall was the first to fall. Followed by mine.
Blah blah blah. And Gran made this suggestion for us to buy some alcohol. I think I look the oldest in the group, so I was tasked with that momentous mission.
A few people followed, and a lot of shit happened. But the cashier effing said 'IC please.'
Bloody turn-off. I'm going to write to 7-11 to sue him for, um, being a turn-off. I'd think that that's a good reason for a complain letter. Bleh. We bought some drinks for the rest, and that was about it.
When we got back, there wasn't really a fire present, and the food wasn't much cooked. So I ate the hotdogs rawr. I do that all the time anyway. And people went 'WTF' because of the many germs and bacteria supposedly inherent in rawr hotdogs. I don't know, but I've always felt like I'm Snorlax--a being with a strong stomach.
Which reminds me of the stomachache I had, yesterday morning. I drank some cold Loquat Sore Throat Syrup, followed by hot milo. I think I shouldn't have done that because I became full of shit. Laxative effect I guess.
In case you were wondering what the hell is 'Loquat Sore Throat Syrup', here it is:
So yea, don't do what I did.
Oh and I went swimming in the sea with Gran and Leonard. More like jumping around as if we were Dota heroes. With Blink Strikes and Invisibility and stuff like that.
When I stopped to pee, they all ran away from me as if I was the God of epidemic. Can't blame them though, urea, uric acid, and creatinine are metabolic waste products and they are waste products for a reason.
Then I heard a plop sound to my left when I was facing the beach. It was quite scary because of the many stories I've heard about the sea. It was almost as if it was a breath. It was scary so I told the rest and we beached up.
A lot of things happened and blah blah blah and I went down alone to emo, because I could. I wanted to just stone in the water and..just stone, but there were the stupid things that started biting away at me and I didn't like getting bitten by unknown stuff. So I walked around at ankle-deep water. Quite stupid actually. Not the point.
Went up, did a lot of stuff which I forgot what, and went down to pee again. This time, I was alone, with CX watching over me. It was scary when I went into waist-deep waters and waited for release. So...yea. Even recollecting that incident was..scary. Urgh.
Ate a bit more of raw pork chop, cooked by Yong Siang. I appreciate the effort though. As in, seriously.
Hubert and co. picked up a soccer ball and we started playing. Justin, Eric, Hubert and I were playing when a black guy from our neighbouring BBQ pit approached us. He wanted to play soccer with us, 4 v 4. So we accepted the challenge.
Well, they were effing fast and they passed dang well. They had the majority of ball possession but we managed to score and it was rather much of a draw. And Kong Bak(some guy with a belly) was the goalie, and he saved a lot of shots. 'Twas a fun game.
They were from Zimbabwe by the way. Should've asked them for their currency. They go by the millions.
Got home at like 1AM. When I washed my hair, I felt sand coming off. I felt dang dirty even after one shower, so I showered twice and spammed scratching and soap and stuff like that. I think the scratches resulted in some abrasion. Now my butt hurts. Ah well.
Let's talk about ghosts. You may want to avoid this, but avoiding it = ignorance. Which could mean death.
I've never really believed in 'God'. But I believe in spirits. I remember the Kranji reservoir incident. A mother and 2 children were washed away by tidal waves and died. I..don't want to go near that place ever.
OK so there was this incident like 1 year back or something. A couple was(was or were? I think it's was.) kayaking or something when the guy capsized. He was being pulled into the water, and the woman couldn't do anything. Duh. The guy was shouting something along the lines of 'Something's pulling me!'
I don't think that seaweeds have much 'pulling power', and if it's something sucking then he wouldn't feel that it's a pull, right? I mean, if it's some underwater sucking thingy then it would be applied throughout his whole body. Not just 'pulling'.
When they found his body, the throat was full of mud. A lot of speculations ensued, many of which concluded that the ghost forced mud on him to kill him. I don't think stuff can just enter the throat like that. He must've gulped, right? And why would he gulp mud?
Brrr. It's best not to go into deep seawater. You never know what could happen. I don't want to die young, either, because I don't wanna miss a thing.
I'm getting bored of the Little Nyonya. Not that I watched it, but that there are so many previews and spamming of it during commercial breaks that I wonder whether it could be overrated or not. I don't watch stuff when it's overspammed.
The only attraction was the rape scenes. And it's not like I like the artistes who gets raped, but that...well it's just not that I like the artistes. I don't like Jeanette Aw, however you spell her name. I just don't like her much. I hate her acting. I don't find her chio either. Eeyer.
And much though I'm interested in Singapore culture, I'm not going to touch that show because they advertised it too much. I can't stand such stuff, seriously. It gets tiring, and I have this desire to prove that the advertisements didn't work on me.
Ha! Chew on that, Mediacorp!
-- 11/25/2008 09:01:00 PM
AFA 08
I went for my cousin's birthday party on Saturday. She's 3years old now. Heh. I still remember when she was born. Loadsa stuff happened. Heh I was Sec 1 at that time, going on to Sec 2.
I feel old. Never mind.
So we went to my other aunt's house to celebrate(not the birthday girl's mother's house), just because we could. And she invited friends and some neighbours too. So there were a lot of kids and I was just stoning around, feeling dang out of place while the kids ran around.
Really weird, but I found the computer and lodged on to it.
Played mahjong till 12AM and they started watching football, Newcastle vs. Chelsea, no? I forgot already, I was playing the computer. Then I came out to watch Man Utd vs. Aston Villa.
Effing boring.
Oh and my aunt is quite rich, condominium and stuff. So she would naturally have rich friends, because birds of a feather flock together. Had a clearer insight of the lifestyle of rich kids.
A lot of stuff like:
'Oh I have to send my child to tuition class tomorrow at 7AM..'
'Umm she has piano lessons at 4PM, I'd try to make it, would be a bit late though.'
'Oh he's going to the driving range tomorrow? Mine too!'
I guess all that tells us that they live those high-class lifestyles, eat high-class food, and play high-class sports like golf.
I hate golf. Is it even a sport? How can swinging a club and walking around to find a ball you hit with the club be considered a sport?
What's needed of golf? You just need to be able to stand and swing. People would start pumping in abstract shit like the need of 'precision', 'control of strength', blah blah blah blah, but would you consider those 'sport'?
If 'precision', 'control of strength', and abstract bullshit like that passes for 'sport', then 'cooking' is a sport. You need to be precise in handling the food, you need to control your strength when you flip the noodles into the bowl, you need to stand to man your stall, blah blah blah.
Why aren't people learning how to cook instead? Ask the rich kids and you'd know that they don't know how to cook maggie noodles. Why bother learning how to 'golf', a virtually useless sport as compared to cooking, when you can cook?
Is this where society is headed to? Golfers and no cooks? You spend thousands on good golf clubs, to play golf. Why not spend money on setting up a stall and earn back that money? =.=
Anyway, at half-time of the match between Man Utd and Aston Villa, I went to check on my scouting of a village.
My scout died lah. Wahlau. I loved that scout. It did a lot of shit for me, then this has to happen. Fine lah. Nobody loves me. Even pixels don't. Sobs.
Oh, what a sad life I lead.
Went out on Sunday afternoon to Suntec City for the AFA 08. I went there in search of porn, and I sort of got what I searched for in the form of PVC.P, where PVC = Plastic, and P = ?
Find: ?
Something interesting happened.
There was this cosplay competition, and there was a huge mat. The seats took up a lot of space, and people who weren't luck enough to sit on chairs had to make to do with sitting on the mat. WK, Ed and I were the few we weren't lucky enough to sit on chairs but lucky enough to sit on the mat people. The people surrounding the mat were standing.
Naturally, people sitting on the mat would sit on the mat and not stand, right? I mean, if I were to stand where everyone else is sitting, I'd be blocking the view of people behind me and prove that I'm some inconsiderate bastard/bitch, right?
There was this couple who simply refused to sit down. There were standing there, with a mob of angry people behind. Being typical Singaporeans, we didn't sexpress our anger at this atrocity.
There were people who did, however. A woman went up and confronted them. She couldn't get them to sit down, and told the people at the back to start boo-ing them. No one replied much. An Indian man did, though, but that was just 'one'. She couldn't do anything, so she backed off.
Then she pointed the middle finger to their backs, because anger occurs only when a problem can't be settled. Emotions show only when something failed or succeeded, but you won't see people getting angry when they succeed. I guess that indicates something.
The emcee spoke through the microphone, calling for everyone to settle down as the cosplay competition was about to start. Sighting the couple, she was like 'and can the 2 people standing there please sit down?'
We started to clap and cheer.
They didn't budge.
There was this man who came out and talked to the male of the couple. The man(an ah pek) was like motioning to them to sit down, and the female of the couple was like crossing her hands the Ultraman way, giving a huge 'NO'.
After much talk with the male, the ah pek motioned for them to move out.
Just as well anyway, because the show was starting. The male moved off first, and the female followed suit.
We started cheering once more and shouting 'whoooooooooots' and stuff like that.
The female didn't want to be seen as a weak person or something, so she retaliated by throwing her brochure at the crowd with a face contorted with rage and hormonal imbalance. I could sense the murderous intent, and I nearly fainted because her haki was so strong.
We all started boo-ing her for that action. Then the competition started.
Nothing much to write about, shan't bore you with the details either. Most were downright lame, and most put the 'WTF' face on me. On a lot of audiences I presume.
I seriously think that anime characters should remain in animes, and not be played out by real humans.
No wonder people in Japan are fighting for the rights to marry anime/manga/game characters. Fictitious characters in short.
Bleh.
Went to pee after that.
Walked around a lot. I saw this short short cute cute girl cosplaying as Kanda from DGM. Heh.
I lost my balls in front of her. I wanted to take a picture with her, because she's cute. I guess this makes me a paedophile. Confirm+guarantee+chop.
I lost sight of her after awhile of shying around, though. So I went around looking for her, and whenever I see people wearing DGM stuff, I'd be like 'Have you seen Kanda?' So if I were faced with Lenalee, I'd be like 'Lenalee! Have you seen Kanda?!??!?!?!!?!?' I think I talked to Lenalee, and I didn't mean to be heard, but it happened anyway. When the random woman started to turn around, I just..ran away.
I found Kanda anyway. Short short cute cute de. Heh. Decided to go hiong hiong and take picture with her. The conversation went something like:
Me: Kanda, can I take a picture with you?
Kanda: Um. OK.
Took 2 pictures with her, but WK's camera taking skills are of the phail and it was shaky. But that's OK. I got it covered. Heh. Here are some pictures of her, if you don't have me on MSN/don't know who's on my display picture, here are some illuminating pictures:
ZOMG IT'S KUCHIKI BYAKUYA(forgot how to spell)!
Oh and there was this Jap anime-song-singer who was supposed to sing at 7.15PM. May'n or something. She looked chio in the brochure.
But I couldn't stay to watch her perform, because there's some sort of family dinner at home. Being a family man, I had to rush home.
I felt like I wasted 5 bucks because I didn't get to see her or hear her sing live.
Here's a video of her: http://www.afa08.com/mayn.htm
BLEH.
A lot of heartaches on Sunday, which was yesterday, since the time now is 1.52AM.
1) I didn't get to see my Kanda before she went home. I think she's from TJC, J1. Shure doesn't look like it. Heh.
I think I was attracted to her or something. Dang. I was making a lot of noise about it on the way home.
Bleh.
2) May'n. Not being able to see a Jap singer sing live, urgh. It's just. Urgh. Wahlau I feel scammed even as I think about it, but I realized that my family is more important than a random Jap singer.
Still...
Aye. Eventful. Going out tomorrow. And blah blah blah. I feel better with my sleep already. Though I could still get more. Heh.
-- 11/23/2008 10:00:00 PM
Bastard G.
OK so I got like $120 in total for the job I did the past 4 days. Not a lot, but I wasn't after a job for money. I mean, I was after a job to while time away instead of stoning in front of the computer watching my RS character slash at and block against spiders.Besides, it's sort of a new sexperience and I like sexperiencing new stuff.
But I think I've sexperienced enough.
It's tiring to sleep late and wake up early and not oversleep on the bus. It's tiring and embarrassing to sleep during work.
It's not good to be narcoleptic, and I don't like being sleep-deprived anyway.
I can't understand why people are desperate for jobs. Shure, it breaks the uniformity of School Holidays, but for lazy people like me, this is life.
The wake-up-and-game kind of life. And even booze if you want to. It'd be like a long-term holiday resort. Relaxin and fun and stuff like that.
I'd love that. That's why I can't understand why are there people who would do crazy stuff like want a job.
OK maybe it's just me. Bleh. I think I seriously too slack already. I just want to live a very degenerate lifestyle and waste my life away because that's what life is for.
Wait ah, these days my reiatsu dang low. Hard to bankai and flame people. I don't even know whether my language would be coherent or not.
All I can feel is my brain getting squeezed and hunger. I remember reading/seeing somewhere that the brain cannot feel. If you drilled a hole into the skull and you tickle your brain, you won't feel anything special.
What does it mean to feel your brain squeezed, then? I don't know either. I hope shortening of life isn't on that list. I already feel like collapsing and just sleeping and sleeping and sleeping and forget about clan wars later because I'm seriously sleepy.
But, 极度的疲惫却不能入睡
I don't know lah. Heh. Maybe I'd sleep for like 15hours tomorrow. Or more. The more the merrier. Shank can help me with Travian anyway. That works both ways lah, unless both of us gets knocked out.
Oh that sentence came from some Mayday song:
夜访吸血鬼
I like it very much I guess. I like a lot of their songs. =.=
Bad influence from sis.
Oh look, I digressed. I was talking about my reiatsu being low and my inability to bankai, or bankai properly. I'm hungry even as I type, but no matter, I'm the sort of man who would risk hell and/or high water just to blog.
My shit.
So anyway, I don't even know whether I should blog about it or not. All I can say is that it's effing embarrassing, having such a loser as a junior from Catholic High. Years later, should I choose to look back into my teenage years and I chance upon his face and name, I..I don't know what reaction I'd get.
I've been trying to stop myself from using crude words, but my barbaric side shall prevail once again. I mean, how civilized can a civilized barbarian be? So: FUCK YOU.
I love my CCA. I love NCC Land. I love my brothers. I can even love the drills sessions and PT sessions and mud PT and shit and camps and stuff like that. One of the reasons is that I know I'm not alone in facing these 'trials and tribulations'.
Another reason is because I know, or at least know what to expect from my CCA and the harsh treatment and stuff like that. That's why I chose to join NCC. But that's just under the 'reasons of joining'.
I know what to expect, I know what I'm opting for, so I have no regrets.
Let's create a character, Bastard G. When he was trying to join his CCA, he managed to convince the teachers that he'd do the best he could in the CCA and that they wouldn't regret letting him join. In short, he's telling the teachers that he'd be an asset to the CCA. Sounds promising. I mean, I think I nearly failed the interview.
Let's, um, give Bastard G some ailment or disadvantage which he could use to pon CCA. OK so Bastard G had broken his leg before. This makes him weak, and the CCA teachers weren't impressed by that medical condition because the CCA requires fit people. But, Bastard G's persuasive skills prevailed.
So Bastard G is in the CCA. He worked hard and proved that he's quite an asset.
Then he got disillusioned or sian-ed of his CCA. So he started to pon and do all the things he promised not to do.
What kind of person is he? If I were a lizard, and lizard tails were middle fingers, I'd be giving him all I could produce. Not that Bastard G actually exists, but that if he existsed, that'd be what I'd do.
You make a promise, you deny other people the chance to join the prestigious CCA, and then you waste it and make life tough for the people running the CCA. This is the worst kind of people to be around with.
Or even to know the existence of. Some people are better off in closets or shut off from the world. There's only so much moral degradation and personality weaknesses that I can take. Hearing and knowing of such shit..distasteful, to say the least.
Let's say that Bastard G has a blog. From a person like him with such a diseased and decayed sense of moral values, you'd expect him to have no friends, because such people won't deserve friends.
But there are always exceptions. Let's say that Bastard G blogs about his many girlfriends everyday. Like:
Entry 1: she din call mi )':
Entry 2: hahax, she liddat lor! veri nice, call until i cannot sleep XD
Entry 3: went out with my 4th dar today, so happie!
Entry 4: went out with my 5th dar today. so happie!
Entry 5: went out with my 6th dar today. so happie!
Entry 6: went to mi laoba's office, wahlau damn boring! no computer, no nothing, how to live?!?!?!?!?!!?!?!?!?!?!!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!?!?!?
The list goes on. I puke blood just typing like that. I seriously wonder how such a guy, if he exists, can get so many girl friends. I mean, look at the state of his moral fibre. Look at his mental strength. If such a person really exists, I'd treat him like the god of epidemic or something. Vermin is too weak a word to describe such a person.
Looking at the way Bastard G blogs, you can see that he's a whiner. He whines about everything. I mean, he blogs about everything so he would naturally whine about everything because he could bring himself to blog about every inconsequential moment of his insignificant existence.
I created this Bastard G, right? Now I really think that he lives up to his name. I mean, who the hell goes around blogging about how many girls he goes out with on a weekly basis?
Undoubtedly, there would also be a 'lovelist', 'wishlist', 'hatelist', and 'links' in his pathetic blog. Lovelist would be the one in which he writes down the unfortunate woman's name according to how much he loves her as compared to the other women in his life.
I find the ranking system screwed itself. I don't judge my friends. I remember this bloody bastard from the P5 camp. He asked me whether I found a friend of mine, who also went to facilitate the running of the P5 camp, chio or not. I didn't know how to reply him. Does looks matter if she's a friend? Or rather, does looks matter at all? That's not the point, but I managed to avoid the question.
Bastard. I don't even judge my friends according to looks or importance or anything. I think people live a sad life if they were to do that. I think people who got judged in that way and still stick to that 'friend' ought to choke and die, too. I mean, isn't that a rather condescending way to treat people? Like 'Oh, you did this thing for me so you're the third most importan woman in my life'.
If you're a friend, you don't have to prove to your friend anything. What Bastard G has are not friends, they are figments of his imagination. I can already imagine Bastard G making a phone call to himself and wanking to pictures summoned from imagination. Which would be quite zai, but that's not the point.
Urgh. If such a person really exists, I seriously pity his parents. I pity myself for knowing such a person's existence. I pity Mother Earth.
If humans were created by God, then what is Bastard G created by? How could the difference be so huge? From this, we can conclude that Bastard G is the Devil's child. I just made that up and so I don't really know what I was trying to say. I think my point is that such people should be burnt as witches.
Or lard. Fatass.
Oh, let me be pretentious by saying that Bastard G was just a creation of my imagination. After all, I am one who would get pissed off by my own imaginations and blog about them to such great lengths. Oh, and any resemblance to anyone, living or dead, is purely coincidental. In all seriousness.
To that creation/imagination, kudos to you for making my blog entry. _l_
-- 11/21/2008 11:18:00 PM
Pre-Last day of work.
Last day of work already. Don't think we'd ask for a new batch of Singtel prepaid cards to package. I feel as if my hands were ravaged by time already, seeing as how I have to bend the wrists as I press on thousands of stickers every day.There's nothing below =.=
Our speed improved a lot. Every 15minutes, 100 packs done.
I'm glad you're wasting time though (:
Huat ah!
No, this is disturbing.
I need help.
I won't ask for it.
Yea and one part of the job comprises of tearing apart the original packaging. I love doing that. You know when you buy those fragile stuff, they often come with those bubble-like thingys to cushion the object from any form of impact? I used to love popping them. I'm sure you did too. I'm sure you'd love that aspect of the job, provided you got thick skin around your thumbs. If not will get blisters. Which won't be good.
Yet I need to let things out =.=
If you're reading, shhh.
Good form of emotional relief, too. I mean, it's fun to exert excessive pressure and tear open the packaging. Stress-relieving and definitely satisfying.
I do need the above at times.
Most people think I don't.
I didn't think I did, either.
I hope the pay rises, too.
Not the only thing I'm hoping for.
Oh yea and I fell asleep during work a few times. I think I'm mad already. Irrational. Doing stupid stuff that nobody gives a shit about. Like Travian. Ahaha.
Is there a point at all?
It's quite embarrassing, falling asleep in front of people in the midst of work. Urgh.
It's worse when stuff doesn't get recognized.
I sleep late everyday because of you.
But you just dao me.
Which reminds me of one of the many factors which induced Sleep: songs. I don't listen to English songs much. I don't know why either, but I think that all of them sound the same. The voices all sound identical to me. Maybe to an Englishman, all Chinese voices sounds the same. But that's not the point.
Which reminds me of one of the many factors which induced Sleep: songs. I don't listen to English songs much. I don't know why either, but I think that all of them sound the same. The voices all sound identical to me. Maybe to an Englishman, all Chinese voices sounds the same. But that's not the point.
And I can't complain because
The point is, I can't relate to the songs. And somehow, English songs are lullabies to me, simply because I cannot relate. Coupled with the fatigue inherent in my lifestyle, how to not sleep?
I'm just a jacket.
There's a Chinese song like that.
I like that song.
I'm glad I transferred 'I don't want to miss a thing' to my phone. That's one of the select few songs I find palatable.
Why'm I doing stupid stuff?
Then I warped the song because I really didn't feel like anything the lyrics described.
I know there's no point.
I don't want to close my eyes? No shit? Ahaha it perked me up though. I'm sure if I played it right now, I'm going to die later due to lack of sleep.
Or rather, I just realized.
I can already picture that happening. I can already feel my brain seizing up.
=/
Bleh. I've lost the motivation to blog or something. It seems that my posts these days are effing short. Let's attribute the substandard posts to lack of sleep. So I'd blog at great lengths during the weekends and shit like that because I'd get to sleep a lot. I think I'm going to collapse immediate after clan wars later. Then sleep for 38hours, like Kaisheng. Then huat ah!
Horrible sleep debt.
I think I'm getting pessimistic and stuff like that. I kept thinking along the lines of '然后怎样‘.
Because what I'm doing
doesn't seem to help at all.
This isn't good. If you watched the MV and listened to the song and followed the lyrics, you'd realize that it's seriously not good. I don't even know why I'm feeling this way, seriously.
I sleep only at 3.
Maybe work changed me.
I kept my promise.
Even thinking of Runescape didn't help. 'Lvl 126. Then what?' =/
But you forgot about it.
I don't even know the cause lah wahlau. And citing more examples wouldn't be good for people reading my blog. I mean..yea. So I'd just cite the above example because most people can't relate and would go away with a big 'Huh?'
I'm OK with that.
Not your bluetooth name, Shank.
You happy can already.
You OK can already.
Bleh. Just a passing phase. Won't anyone shower me with concern? I mean, I'm firing pixels at you to get your attention and you won't give me what I want? )':
That's why I won't complain to you.
Keesiao. seriously no mood. I'm even turning down something I normally wouldn't. Yes, that's right, an offer for Sex. I'm turning it down because I don't even want to have Sex and that says a lot. I'm some R21, horny piece of shit and this is what's happening.
I guess all these examples cited are proof that lack of sleep is bad for life. I mean, I changed from a cheerful, bubbly, optimistic, lively, virile young man, to a pessimistic, disillusioned, indifferent to Sex kind of person. Definitely not lively anymore.
I don't need you to be
appreciative.
I've highlighted the harmful effects of Lack of Sleep. I hope no one follows in my footsteps because the road is harsh..oh no please don't. It's a form of self-mutilation, and a slow suicide. It's becoming a torture to be alive. Someone end my life please. I don't want a job anymore. I'd pay to not have a job because I want to sleep.
You wouldn't be anyway.
And to whoever is reading
Nah that's an overreaction generated due to LoS. This means that people who make the irrational decision to sleep less often ends up making more irrational decisions because they can't think properly. I mean, if you can't walk in a straight line, you're screwing with your mind.
this, make no mention
of it.
I think I'd try buying booze later after work. I mean, money earnt by young kids without a school from work should be spent on alcohol and the like. Thinking of my school-less state saddens me. I'm wearing a Cat High shirt but I'm not a member of Cat High anymore. Oh, the irony of life.
Rare flash. Don't talk
to me about it either.
Time for my split personality. The Runescape + Travian split.
You didn't read anything.
Heh. Got new farms.
-- 11/20/2008 11:28:00 PM
Job. Joooobbbb.
I know my Runescape training would screw up. A lot. I wanted to like chiong a lot and get 99def for fun, but I think I'm denying myself of that fun.Why did I choose to go find a job?
Definitely not for the money, but to spend time away from the computer. I know enough about my self-discipline to know that it won't hold. I don't want to hit headlines: Boy gets killed by mother for wasting too much electricity.
I know you aren't laughing because it was cold. I find it that way too.
Let's move on.
That's my primary concern lah because I can't live with the guilt of wasting the finite resources on Earth. I am a greeeeeen man. More yellow than green but I'm colour-blind anyway. Not that that has a link with my green-ness.
Uh. OK so my very reason to go out is rendered invalid because my sister uses instead =.=
She uses it to watch videos on Mayday and stuff like that. Normally, I'd be playing Runescape while she watches her video, because we got quite a huge monitor. That's being energy-saving. But if she uses it alone, she can't possibly watch 2 videos at a time right?
Sigh, I'm wasting electricity.
Anyway, the work is boring. I guess all would be. I'd be a changed man soon enough, becoming anti-KFC and Singtel pre-paid cards. Rawr.
FFFFFF! I just lost like 11 clubswingers and 2 paladins. Effing pain. Bleh. Enemy lost like 14 legionnaires though. I'm going to zam again. Good experience for my hero anyway. Bleh. Wahlau heart pain for my paladins lah. Tskk.
I don't think I seem like the sort to work. I wanted to stay at home 24/7, too. Y'know, become a mansion man and stuff like that. Gah.
I think I'm going to die soon. I'm surviving with only 3hours of sleep everyday. More or less 3hours. I make stupid promises and I stupidly honour them even if my staying up late is pointless.
Gah. Sleepy like shit. I managed to fall asleep on the bus while standing. The previous time I achieved the sleep-while-you-stand level was on the MRT home from a 5d4n camp. I guess this says a lot about my unhealthy sleeping hours and duration.
When I don't get enough sleep, I go keesiao. I can flare up easily and/or do crazy stuff.
I should type a seriously long email and go to sleep after that. Shit lah I'm blabbering. I'm incoherent. I'm dying. Lack of sleep. Work = wake up early. I sleep late. I can only sleep late. So I sleep less. And when that happens I get the above condition: lack of sleep.
How am I supposed to preserve my sanity?
-- 11/18/2008 08:49:00 PM
Zomg work later.
http://nowscape.com/godsdebris.pdfThat's some cool shit. I don't understand a single physics thing though. It wow-ed me over. So I guess that makes it some cool shit.
I'd think that it's only reasonable for the people hosting the party to undulge themselves in bullying of random people who invited themselves over to the party room, right?
But she wasn't. She was smiling and laughing happily away. I wonder how long that could last. Humans always strikes down species that do not conform to societal norms. And when she goes to primary school or kindergarten, won't she be ostracized?
Bastard. I want to fucking zam his face. But now it's all talk already.
Maybe many of you have already seen people with 11 fingers, but this is rather much of a first time for me. In a way, that child took away my virginity in this field, but that's not the point. My mother has seen such cases quite a few times and so she is already quite used to the sight and won't get as affected as me.
I know you might read this, but I don't really care because you didn't.
This is another cool shit.
Celebrated my friend's attainment of 99 strength with the clan in the form of a drop party.
Drop party = put stuff in some box and press accept and pull lever. Stuff drops in the form of balloons, and you have to click on the balloons when they are on the floor to pop them. If you were the one who popped the balloon and the balloon contained something nice, then you're in luck.
Being in a rather rich clan, the items to be dropped had, collectively, a rather high price. When such drop parties are held, bankers all around Runescape in that world would shout stuff like 'X(where X is an arbitrary constant)MIL drop party in Y(where Y is always decreasing with respect to time) minutes!'
Naturally, when a valuable drop party is being held, it means that the drop party is full of opportunities to get rich. So people start congregating at the drop party room, and what was supposed to be a closed kind of thing became open.
I'd think that it's only reasonable for the people hosting the party to undulge themselves in bullying of random people who invited themselves over to the party room, right?
I mean, you're an uninvited guest, and definitely unwelcome. You're kouping our fun. The only thing you can do is like let us make fun of you. That's only reasonable.
So there was this random lvl46 with an untrimmed skill cape in Cooking. This means that that person has a lvl99 in cooking, and only has that as a skill which he/she got 99 in.
So we started to follow that blob of pixels and shout stuff like 'Noob', 'Phail', 'Rwter'(real-world trader), 'Untrimmed noob', 'Crasher noob', 'No-lifer', stuff like that. It was quite creative. Then that blob of pixels retaliated by calling us a bunch of no-lifers, too.
Yanything. =.=
It was quite entertaining though. It logged off for awhile so that we won't be following it anymore, and then it came back on for the drop party. We attacked it when we found it again. Fun.
I was on the MRT on Sunday when I saw a small girl. She had 6 fingers on her right hand. I..didn't exactly know what to feel for her, because feeling sympathy would make it seem as if she's some wretched child.
But she wasn't. She was smiling and laughing happily away. I wonder how long that could last. Humans always strikes down species that do not conform to societal norms. And when she goes to primary school or kindergarten, won't she be ostracized?
I know that feeling.
Bleh.
And there was this couple(I don't think they are her parents) who came over and fucking started playing with the extra finger. I meaan..I don't know what the fuck are they thinking. If you realized, I've toned down on the use of the F word on my blog but seriously, that couple riled me.
Even if they were her parents, they shouldn't be playing with that finger, much less publicly. I'd think that they were trying to poke fun of, if not humiliate, her. I was like glaring at the man who had rather much of a belly.
Bastard. I want to fucking zam his face. But now it's all talk already.
I still feel for the girl. That hopeful bubble might disappear anytime soon. Or maybe she'd grow stronger. I hope she goes stronger. =/
Maybe many of you have already seen people with 11 fingers, but this is rather much of a first time for me. In a way, that child took away my virginity in this field, but that's not the point. My mother has seen such cases quite a few times and so she is already quite used to the sight and won't get as affected as me.
In a way, that's numbing isn't it? Like, if you watch too much TV, you'd think that it's morally acceptable for others to have sex at a younger age. Simply because it's always shown on TV. Then it becomes a new social norm and the world would go to the dogs. Bleh. I'm overthinking. That's not the point.
Went out with Ed and WK on Monday night for dinner. It was fun. Talked a lot of stuff, as usual. I think I'm becoming dang wrong. I think I lead a very misleading lifestyle. I think I might learn to regret this. But never mind, I'm OK with things as they are and that's all that matters now because I've learnt never to regret so there's like nothing to, y'know, be afraid of.
Bleh.
You know when people turn their MSN status to away? Then you talk to them and ask them whether they are away or not and there's no reply? I find that only reasonable, because after all, the status was set to 'away'.
But there are the people who think that it's OK to just carry on with the pretence that they are 'away'. They think that people who want to talk to them aren't going to notice drastic changes in their personal message and/or nickname. Or maybe they don't even care.
I find that very condescending, which means that I won't even have to elaborate to say that they are humiliating people who are interested in talking to them. I mean, you set your status to 'Away' and you change stuff like that and expect everyone to believe your bullshit status?
You know what? That's a bloody turn-off.
I don't even want to bother to swear and explode with expletives because they aren't worth it. Tit(ooh) for tat mah. If they aren't going to bother to type to talk, then I shouldn't bother to swear.
Oh dear, I shouldn't have bothered blogging about them.
Oh dear, I shouldn't have bothered with even thinking of how they rile me.
Oh but there's one thing I like doing and which doesn't require much effort:
My middle finger goes to you.
I know you might read this, but I don't really care because you didn't.
I hate it when people piss me off. It spoils my mood. Now I can't sleep. Now I'm feeling destructive. So I'm going to raid a village that just got out from immunity. Eat shit.
Got work later. Won't have enough sleep. Oh well.
-- 11/16/2008 01:29:00 AM
Grad Night. =/
Hello CX:
Well, Thursday was the end of O's. Well, we ended a day later, not complaining. Bleh. I was quite high before the paper. And I felt a random sense of emptiness, like as if I'd grow to miss the O's. There was a giant bee or something that was flying around in the canteen,
and everyone present stopped their last minute revision just to see it fly around and dive-bomb random people.
It
was quite a comical distraction, really.
Oh and I took pictures of our beloved CPE:
And after the paper, I took a picture of the sticker which defined my seat. It was vandalized by some bastard who thought he was being funny, and I think I know who is that, but fuck it:
I wrote something which defined me on a friend's table before, too, but not in pen. I wrote in pencil so that if that friend didn't like it, he could erase it. Not that he would, but that he has a choice. Now, I'm going to thank that guy who most probably reads this blog for being such a considerate soul. Thank you.
Other than this, I felt this whooping sense of euphoria. Oh wait, even when Mr. Ng was saying the prayers, I felt like I could at least relate to part of it. The part which said something along the lines of: It's been a long journey.
I forgot the exact words, but I felt that it applied to the bio people well. =/
It was fun. Seriously. Everyone was like dang high and stuff like that. Justin even said 'Whoa go home must surf 3hours of porn liao.'
Heh. No such option available for me )':
Had breakfast at Macs. Saw teachers, but didn't talk to them much. Then I went to stalk a male friend who was with his female friend at the library. Heh.
Then went home. On 156, I felt that slight tinge of regret. It was the last time I'd be sitting on the bus as an authentic student of Catholic High School. I know of many people who hates the school and I can't fathom why they have such sentiments, but that's not the p
oint. I love my school.
Well, I was getting a bit emotional so I went to sleep. And my hand somehow managed to fall from the position it was in(I forgot which position), and it hit some random girl in front of me. I think it ran through her hair.
Heh. Maybe it's her gravity. I don't know what dream I was having though.
Went home to shit and take my shower. And play Travian and Runescape. So after that, I wore my school uniform.
Then I realized that I needed the ticket for grad night, so I went WTF because I don't keep things well. For once, I wished that my table were less messy. Bleh.
Couldn't find it anyway. Called Nik for help and it wasn't much of a problem, so I went to take my train. Heh. My train leh.
Some primary school girls boarded the train. They were sitting
in a lot of chor lor positions and their skirts were dang short. I don't even want to see one lor. Not that I managed to accidentally see anything, but that I'm glad I kept my eyes away from them. I'm not so much of a paedophile as you think I am. Similarl
y, I'm not as sarcastic.
8 of them, sitting around, letting others rape them with their eyes. Not healthy. Blame the media. Blame the West.
Got to City Hall MRT station at like 5.35PM. Everyone who saw me wanted to whack me because I was the only one deliberately wearing school uniform. Everyone else dolled up, most styled their hair, blah blah. It was fun sticking out, but I felt like my friends wanted to strike me with their static electricity or something.
It was fun though, running away from CX and stuff like that. Maybe I haven't grown up yet. But ah well.
I was quite a hit at the dinner, because I stuck out. Duh. I mean, everyone was wearing something different, just like everyone else. By not changing, I'm attracting attention. Which was what I wanted, because I'm some attention seeking pile of shit. Because I feel insecure of my dick size, I want more attention on me. Hummmph. I don't really know the phonetic equivalent of that but that doesn't really matter.
And someone sabo-ed me to go up the stage to sing. It was embarrassing, seriously. I was OK with the attention I was getting already, but never mind. Anyway, someone told the live band that Alastair wanted to perform The Final Countdown. And I was pulled up the stage to face the music. Fair enough. =.=
So I stoned up there, unwilling to open up and start singing, while the light blinded me. I could make out teachers' faces, and all of them were laughing at me as if I were a fish T.T
It was fun though. I didn't sing. Maybe that'd be one of my life's greatest regrets.
Then we were sort of split into 2 groups, and I volunteered to be captain of my side. They named it Team Obama, and it soon changed to Team Rocket, because Obama believes in Change.
But it was really just because CX was lame and everyone else seconded and thirded and fourthed that opinion.
Oh shit. I forgot to mention that I sneaked up on WX and caused him to jump. I think(am quite sure) that I pissed him off there and then, because his legs hit the table quite hard. Sorry WX =/
Some random people came to stalk me. Another regret, because I couldn't entertain them. It was my grad night after all. Bleh. Sorry!
There's no longer any chronological order for this part of the post already. Rawr.
I've never liked taking pictures with people. But I did it with quite a few people. Heh:
No, I'm seriously grateful to Elgyn for taking a picture with me. (:
Heh. (:
Oh and the food wasn't that good. I'd say it was a scam for 75 bucks, but the sexperience was good so I guess it was worth it. Muahaha.
And the salmon was...exquisite to say the least. I love eating salmon, but there was this quality in the fish which repulsed me much. Urgh. Not exactly filling, but ah well.
Y!M!C!A!
We were supposed to stand up and flail our napkins around or something whenever we heard that song. We did it well most of the time. Team Rocket!
A lot of other stuff happened, which was rather boring yet amusing.
Heh then the sang the school song. Shouted myself hoarse, along with Team Ahmat's captain, Brian. Or Team Ahmet's captain, Bryan. I forgot which spelling. Bleh. Then released.
I don't want to say released. It wasn't compulsory in the first place. Pardon me for the lack of words. Let's just say that the banquet..ended. =/
Became dang hoarse after that.
Post-grad night:
Bowling. I managed to strike OK! We played 2 games, and I struck once per game. Heh. Improving. I remember that my virginity in the bowling arena was broken in Malaysia. Some holiday thingy. And I think I managed to strike once.
So out of the X bowling games, I only managed to strike 3 times. Heh. Turkey indeed.
Cat High owned Superbowl, seriously. Out of all the lanes occupied, all were taken by Cat High people.
The arcade, too. The pool tables were mostly occupied by Cat High people. Heh. Cats are supposed to be nocturnal after all. Bleh.
Took the taxi home with Hubert and Eric.
Eric alighted first, duh, followed by Hubert. I alighted one bus-stop away from Hubert. Heh. There was a lot of pessimism in the quest for paying the right amount of taxi fare. The 'also won't see you liao so must settle correctly' argument ensued.
Argh.
And I ran home after that. I was getting emotional, so I ran like 2 bus-stops. Quite fast. Heh. Then the lactic acid accumulation and oxygen debt I chalked up was immense. No stamina already. O's has that power.
And I received a message from Hubert. He never fails to make me smile with his SMSes. Fuck!
Hubert's love. He is fucking nice lah wahlau. Where got guys like that one. (:
He's my classmate for 4 years. (:
Love him. (:
This is completely random. I had a weird dream on Friday afternoon(I was sleeping at my ahma house).
I dreamt that I fell down some near vertical slope because I was trying to impress or obey someone. Then I got orders to walk in a general direction.
There was a school in that direction, and it was locked up and stuff like that. The only way out of the weird place was by going through the school. It had a wilderness feel to it(Runescape-style wilderness), in which anything could happen. I meant the place where I fell down to had that feel.
So it definitely wouldn't be a clever move to walk any longer distance than necessary.
The friends who were above entered the school from the main entrance while I tried to break in from the back. I guess this is part of Cat High culture, the break-in-back-to-school kind of thing.
Then the police came and I surrendered myself to a policewoman. She looked quite young and stuff like that, and my friends were captured by another bunch of policemen.
Don't know why, but she was solo-ing. We walked along the Cat High study area(I don't know how it warped into being CHS), and down some the stairs.
This was when a fat boy popped out. He started hurling insults at the policewoman, who was a Chinese-looking Malay. Being pissed(because I like the girl), I fired back at him and even threatened to bash him up. He threatened to bash me up, too. The policewoman simply walked away, telling me not to care. When she was out of sight, I smashed that guy's head into the railings.
In dreams, my motions all become dang slow and powerless. The fat boy said he was from some sumo club, and I think I knew I was dreaming already. I whacked him anyway.
Then after a lot of shit which I forgot, I think I thrashed him. Then he called his friends, and when I stepped into Cat High again, I had like a lot of people on me.
Then I woke up.
I'm already history in Cat High. I hope my legacy lives on, though. =/
Now, I intend to booze everyday. I don't even want to drink water anymore, alcohol would do just fine. Heh.
Time to lead a degenerative lifestyle. Not that I wasn't already.
-- 11/13/2008 04:22:00 PM
Garlic.
UPDATE: Someone date me out please. I'm selling myself.
Yet the dish wouldn't taste the same without garlic. I mean, it wouldn't be as nice. That's for sure.
Yet I seriously hate the feel of garlic in my mouth. I always feel like puking if I were to bite one. That's not good.
I think everyone spotted the dilemma.
I want the fragrance of garlic in the dish, but I don't want the garlic there itself.
But humans can hardly get the best of both worlds.
Like, in a search for the best soul mate, one states prerequisites like intelligence, character, no body odour, understanding, good looks, hot body, subservience, faithfulness, good Sexxxxxxxxxxxxxx, and the like.
Not that I look for all those, but that those are common needs/wants by modern men and women alike. Heh. Who doesn't mind the above anyway? I was referring to the last point, but never mind, I'm digressing.
Point is, you wouldn't go out with someone who has body odour, even if he/she is like the best person you can get as you life partner. Unless you got flu. But again, that's not the point. Geez I keep digressing. The point is, there's always something desirable in everyone, and something desirable lacking in that same person.
People are only interested in finding out someone's flaws, and if they can't(like in my case because I'm perfect), they ostracise! Sobs, that's why everyone keeps attacking me in class )':
Besides finding out someone's flaws, they seek out the desirable traits and proclaims wishes for stuff like 'If only his X-trait would be given to Y-person, that'd make the best combination ever.' When one watches the magic box(for the wols, read: TV), they'd like 'Whoa she chio! But mouth too big, give the other actress. she needs a bigger mouth' kind of comment. Harmless, because it's human nature to do so.
Or the 'No lah her boobs too big, change with the other one, then proportion good.' But no one complains about boobs being too big.
Either way, everyone has something to get suan-ed about. Everyone only bothers about attacking others to preserve their dignity of some sort or something. Like, haha he got something bad and I don't have it so I'm superior.
Realize I hardly attack anyone? That's because I'm a perfect person and have no insecurities of any sort.
OK I really don't know what I was trying to say. I guess I should attribute that to too much O's. Yea, sounds like a good enough excuse.
Aiya fuck it, moral of the story is that human nature is flawed, but part of life, and that we should live with it and not bother changing it because even if we defy nature, there's no point as there is no concerted effort to do so. You don't see organizations shouting 'PLEASE DEFY NATURE!' Some things just don't happen on Earth.
Oh and the 'Be the change you want to see' bullshit. It just doesn't happen.
Bleh.
Here's a song: 太聰明
Just random. Bleh.
I've been using this lately: =/
Can you see the wry and wistful smile playing at the...face's lips?
To me, it is an expression of helplessness, the kind of which isn't brought about by pessimism. It's like the 'you have a hero against 40 clubswingers and you know that your hero would die but you can't do anything to help your pixels' kind.
I think I got quite a bit of pride in me, and I don't like begging for stuff to happen or rely on others too much. That's what I think lah, but I'm quite sure that things in the future would humble me more. Like in Travian, there are the greater powers. Big fish eat small fish, small fish eat shit kind of food chain. Then if the small fish gets to become big, it becomes a big fish(duh) and goes around eating small fishes. The cycle of life continues.
If you're a small fish and you're under the threat of a big fish, what can you do? Remain proud and get raped, or bow your head to the superior power?
Some people say that games are pointless, blah blah blah. But it does teach stuff and put certain iFeas in perspective. In school, we can always afford to be the proud people we are, but there are no actual human rights in the actual world.
It's always the same foodchain, big fish > small fish > shit.
If you have a fetish for arrows: shit---> small fish---> big fish.
Bleargh. Still sore. And so many people don't take Bio. Everyone partying. OK lah I'm not exactly studying either, but that's not the point. The point is that I can't officially party yet. Che. That's a chore.
And I can't perform my special tomorrow. Sore. Sore all over.
=/
-- 11/12/2008 02:47:00 PM