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
