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So people, how did you all pass Christmas Eve? I spent the night on the Stealing Creation grounds, with several clan members.

We all activated the prayer 'Redemption'(which is a heart-shape of the colour blue, prayer lvl49), and I started typing out the lyrics of 'I don't wanna miss a thing', while waiting for the next fight.

Heh. Maybe I'd follow a random female character and start flirting with that blob of pixels like that:

I could stay awake, just to hea~r you breathing,

*rest of lyrics*

I think that'd be fun.

What a boring life I lead.

Holidays are ending. I'm not left with much time to relax and degenerate either, seeing as the results would come back. I don't wanna collect my results. I might be slacky and all, but I'm not that ball-ful in this aspect. =\

I was in an argument with a girl who lives in America or something. She's quite chio and hot, and..never mind. Anyway, I got to know her through Runescape. Late night gaming and stuff. See, you should play Runescape at night, can get to know more chiobus. She even webcams me at times..hehehe. No lah she doesn't strip or anything....why am I answering unasked questions? Brr.

So anyway, she was complaining to me about how cute/handsome/good-looking her boyfriend was. OK handsome and good-looking go together, but I thought I might practise my language devices(list of three), even if it might be invalid.

So anyway, her boyfriend had hair covering all over his face. I don't really see what's so cute about that, seeing as how hair is made of dead..follicles(?) EFFF I FORGOT HOMEOSTASIS ZOMG.

Anyway, hair is made of dead..cells, and I can't see what's so cute about dead cells. I'd rather carry dead rats on me and have goosebumps because it's cool making people run away from me due to the stench. Or whatever it is about dead rats that disgusts people.

Since both shits are dead, why is long hair 'cute', and dead rats 'disgusting'? Racism, I say. Or whatever passes off as discrimination of animals.

I can't see how good-looking/handsome that person is, either, because of the hair. I don't consider someone whose face I can't even see as 'handsome' or 'good-looking'.

So she was like 'How can guys not care about how they look?!'

And I was like 'Leave the vanity to the women'.

Is that me being chauvinistic or jealous? I don't think it's the latter ahaha.

I forgot what I wanted to blog about. Either way, I think that guys don't need to bother too much about how they look. There are certain things which males don't have to bother about, and things that females don't have to bother about.

It's a trade, and a good one at that. I mean, look at this table:

So forgive me if I were to ask for a break.

Look at the last 'Worried for...' aspect. How can males ever live with that worry? The trade-off is too imbalanced. I wanna be a female.

I can see myself holding onto a wine glass on one hand and a bottle of wine on the other, walking around in public without much of a care for any laws against alcholic consumption of minors.

I can see myself holding onto a bottle of beer and walking around and just taking a swig whenever I felt my heartwrench. My guess is that it'd finish pretty fast. Not the point.

I can see myself spending the rest of my life in front of the computer, playing and having my eyes glued to the computer screen just to play Runescape. OK maybe I'm dramatizing things, but oh well.

Those are things that I could see myself doing in the near future, or now.

Here are some that I can't:

I can't see myself having sex with almost every women I see.

I can't see myself having sex with my Darling/Beloved in public, or in front of anyone else for that matter(because I'm not confident about my dick size).

I can't see myself running around shouting 'Merry Christmas!' like as if I were a true Jesus fanatic.

You can just gauge how much those things way in my perspective by what I've said. Making a lot of noise about an occasion, or an event, or a holiday, is akin to having sex in public, except that it's a lot of people having sex in public at the same time, which means that it's a mass orgy in public, which means that it's an eyesore.

I appreciate the fact that I've got a handphone, and although it's not the latest model, it is good to receive messages and stuff. I am glad that my friends SMS me stuff like 'Merry Christmas'. Makes me feel that I didn't purchase a handphone for no reason, and that I'm not neglected although it's been Runescape after Runescape after Runescape as 'life' for me.

I am more than happy to receive those messages. But receiving and spreading are different things. I don't see a point in what I'm saying already, and I'm hungry.

I won't blog too much these days. Let me just say it to humour my imaginative population of readers: I've been made a Runescape member. P2p in short. A lot of things for me to do now, and that includes prayer, because blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah, so now I feel like a holy man. ^^

For that, I'm glad.

My Chrome Dokuro got attacked on S4. By 2 pathetic forces. The attackers got pwned. A small force of 49 axemen is nothing compared to the amount of praetorians(172), spearmen(80+) and paladins(50+) in my village. Loser.

My hero gets more exp though.

Beat that.

Aye, I'm not exactly shure what to blog about now, because there's nothing much to blog about. Let's not start with the 'Last year, we were doing this, blah blah blah'. I never liked reminiscing about the past. Is there even a need for the 'about the past' behind 'reminiscing'?

More importantly, did I even spell 'reminiscing' correctly? Urgh, this is so screwed.

Shit I think I'm lacking in sleep. I just said something dang crazy. I think I should go do something about my Runescape addiction. I think I need more sleep.

OK. I got my wish list liao. One would be 'More sleep'. Another would be 'More time for my membership on Runescape'.

This is unhealthy.

I need help.

I need a lot of things suddenly. I need to get to my fire giants. Chaos tunnel certainly is chaotic.

Scary how one year passes so quickly eh?

I've never really looked forward to Christmas. It puts me on the festive mood, and by 'festive', I refer to this song, because this song defines 'festive' best(I meant my personal definition):

I don't even want to pick out the lyrics, because:

1) All of them are beautiful

2) Later people accuse me of being emotional. )': sobs how could they.

Not that you're going to click on that link and listen to that song, because no one does things like that. I'm just putting it up there to answer an unasked question to my definition of 'festive', not like anyone would care, but that it's better for my conscience.

Try that song out if you're looking for those extremely 'high' song, and the apostrophes aren't meant to deceive.

Anyway, it's the season for consumerism and spammage of purchases of random nothingness.

Nothingness? A girl who gets too many stuffed toys would eventually throw/give some away. That is definite. Rooms can't grow exponentially. In fact, they can't grow at all.

A guy who gets too many condoms would eventually face the same situation. Pieces of rubber though they are, they still have expiry dates. What a chore.

Festive season = more sex. My sis and I are Leo-s. I guess that sexplains my point. Please remember to take all safety precautions/measures before engaging in some Wild Hot Sex. That is my advice to a lot of people because many people don't know how to take care of themselves and their partners well enough.

Remember to check your expiry dates and shit like that. Condom breaks are turn-offs I guess.

My mum always invites people over on Christmas day itself. All the friends of hers and their little children would run around dirtying the place. I can't say that I enjoy that. If you're family, I'm perfectly fine with it. I mean, more familiar with them and stuff. If you're random kids that I don't know, I can't forgive you if you were to dirty my computer.

I'm so going to keep my Playstation(1), because it's already quite fragile(it's been around for many years).

The kids that are going to be invited aren't going to injoy PS1 games anyway. Not when stuff like PS2, PS3(is there a PS3?) and PSP are around. That's just Sony by the way. I don't even want to touch on Nintendo and Xbox, even though I just did.

PS1 FTW.

By that, I mean 'for the win', because I'm seriously proud of it.

How many of you people own an Xbox 360?

How many of you people own a PSP?

How many of you people own a NDS?

How many of you people own a PS1?

The numbers don't lie, losers. Eat shit.

I hope some random person gives me an Xbox 360 game or something. Then I can say straight into his/her face 'Eh sorry uncle/aunty, I don't have', and laugh at their embarrassment.

I don't believe in Christmas. I believe in presents though. But then again I don't even bother with it. I'd rather play Runescape than open presents, seriously.

Every year, it's the same. Clothes, watches(I only have 2 hands), clothes, watches. When I go out, I often wear my school shirt and pants, because I don't want to think about what to wear. Which guy bothers about such stuff? Oh wait.

Why the same stuff over and over again? Because they seem the most practical. Oh, add keychains to the above. No one gives condoms though. Sex remains rather much of a taboo. And I'm only young and innocently sweet 16.

I can't think of any thing I'd want to possess right now. Seriously.

Urgh. And all the happy, really festive songs are playing. Carparks, shopping malls, buses, all of them playing Christmas carols and the like. Is it spelt as 'carols'? Or what? I forgot, can't be bothered to check. Pisses me off.

Which reminds me.

I was in my mum's office right now when the 'He knows when you're sleeping, he knows when you're awake. He knows if you've been good or bad, so be good for goodness' sake' started playing in my head. Urgh. Typing it out seems to be a declaration of stupidity. Anyway, I realized something that marks 'maturity'.

If I were a kid, those pre-teen innocent little kids, I'd change it to something like 'so be bad for badness' sake!' and laugh and expect everyone else who would laugh along with me because they think it's funny, being the same age and all.

If I were a teenager, those horny-stained teens, I'd change it to something like 'He gropes you when you're sleeping', and expect everyone else to laugh along with me because I find it funny. I think it's got what it takes to be on my MSN nickname though.

See? When one grows older, he becomes hornier, and the sexual innuendo just keeps flowing in. I won't call that 'maturity', though I did previously just to catch your attention, but I'd call it 'growing up', because I don't know what else to call it.

I don't really know what point I was trying to prove, too. Was there even one?

I'm getting quite sleepy actually. It's been like this for a few days. It's almost as if my body is trying to make me revert to my original lifestyle. What, not as if school is starting in a week or so. Bleh. Screwed up mind =\

So many days of holidays, and the score is still zilch. I feel like a failure, I think I should jump now. Did you know? It is illegal to attempt suicide in Singapore(I think). You have to pay a fine or something. So if you were on the precipice of death(not Bleach, screw you), or crossroads of life and you feel so lost and helpless and decide to stand on random parappets(however you spell this shit), think back on your life. Reflect.

You are the one that decides whether your family has to pay a fine or funeral cost. Which is quite sad actually. You have to lose money either way, so you might as well end the pain earlier. Makes sense right? Your life in exchange for a fine.

I don't think I made sense though. Sleepy. I think I can start spouting nonsense and pass everything off as 'wasn't in the right of mind, can't blame me'.

I mentioned my friends' 'gig', right? The heavy metal and noisy stuff and the like. Well, it wasn't totally horrible after all. I can't say that I'm in love with their genre of music, but they played quite well.

They were complaining about how they screwed up and stuff, but I caught no ball. Bird was dang paiseh some more. Like 'Omg we screwed up fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck! Wahlau like that no face see people liao' kind of paiseh.

And there were only like 12 people in that room watching them perform, and he knows most of us. So I didn't really see a problem.

Look at me and The Final Countdown. I love doing crazy stuff. They are things to be shown off when you need to inflate your ego. I haven't found a need for it yet(shut up about why I'm blogging about it, shh), but it doesn't hurt to be prepared for foul weather eh?

I think that performing should be more of an injoyment than a worry of whether what was displayed by you was good or not. As long as you injoy yourself, that's more than enough. But that's only what I think, and I can't represent the majority of the population.

I guess performing requires gaining the recognition of the audience. It is an interdependent relationship after all.

But that doesn't mean that the performers have to end their performance when the audience boos them, or are indifferent, or are, simply, absent. Right? This doesn't relate to my friends at all, this is just random musings on my part.

Let's not. I felt my heart chill.

There are several festive songs for other festivals, and I'd blog about them as this coming new year passes. Provided I remember them. Getting effing sleepy. Time for sleep. 3.51AM.

No wait, make that 4.12AM. =.=

Heh. Truly madly deeply.

I'm in my mum's office now. Yea, had my full handphone charge and stuff like that, and watching anime for free because the company pays the electricity bills. It's completely free, except that my sis' laptop conked on me and I can't sign in on MSN and stuff like that.

And the usual I-can't-play-Travian kind of problem.

Urgh. Can't be helped though, I guess it's not as free as it seems to be. =\


There'd always be a drawback no matter what free thing you get, but I'm not regretting this I guess.


Wait. Why am I even blogging about how I'm not regretting doing weird stuff like this? I mean, not everyone goes to his parent's office(not that my mum owns the office, mind you, but that she works there and I can go there and be a freeloader like now) and is happy about it.

I can at least name one person who'd hate going to his/her(hard to tell with it, seeing its face and apparent lack of balls) father's workplace because he'd get bored to death because getting bored to death is the best way to die as compared to:

1) Starvation. People of his size needs a lot of food, and having a lazy ass doesn't get him enough food.

2) Stupidity. Being stupid is sad. Imagine walking to walls all the time. Don't die then weird.






Anyway, I haven't blogged in days. I can't say that I missed blogging, because there wasn't really a time when I stopped my Runescape/Travian/anime(hehehehehehe) and thought to myself 'What else am I missing in my life?'

Yea, I guess I'm spending more of my time facing pixels as compared to real humans. I think this is quite sad, and I sympathize with me. )':








I guess I should get to the point. This could actually be a mushy post, because I'm going to talk about my style of loving someone.



Oh effff. I was trying to go read some erotic story on www.stories.xnxx.com when this place with its damned network-blocking skills decided to block it. =\


Anyway, that story was quite sweet, and it didn't really have a lot of sex. Which was rather much of a drawback, but heh, the story was good. I like. But I can't share it with you people because of the damned block on all good sites.




Urgh.


Anyway, I've decided that I'm in love. It came as a shock to me, too. I thought I'm one who doesn't fall in love easily. OK maybe I do, but I thought I wouldn't fall this quickly. =\

I can't say that I'm 'happily in love', because my affections can never reach her. I figured that out quite some time ago, but still, looking at her from afar is enough to satisfy me. As long as she's happy, everything is OK.


But is she truly happy? What does she rely on to live? Illusions. How can anyone survive on pure figments of imagination?


The worst part is that there is nothing I can do to help her. Like I mentioned, there's almost no way to contact her. No, wait, there is absolutely no way for me to convey my affections for her. It's not that I lack the guts to. I don't know why, but...I guess some things just aren't meant to be. I think she's not meant for me. Or rather, I'm not meant for her.


She has her own..life. I have my own..life. I guess that's the best. I mean, I can't have my life revolving around hers, right? That's not 'Love', that's not a healthy relationship at all. If my life revolves around hers all the time, it's called 'dependancy', and that's not a relationship I'd like to have with her.


I don't think she'd ever get it. I'm not good enough for her. I can't do a lot of stuff, and I guess that reaching out to her is one of them. =\


I think I should start crying now, but it's almost as if my tear glands are failing me. The water won't come. Why isn't it raining?



Can someone teach me how to get to her? Can someone tell me the actual distance between me and her, so that I'd know that I have to give up? I know I have to give up, but I need someone to slap me awake, to give me the wake-up call I need. I'm currently in a state whereby I cannot save myself--and I know it.

My memory is on loop. Like Windows Media Player(Realplayer in this case). I don't have the strength to click 'Stop'. I'm just going to get more and more emotionally involved, even though the chances of a relationship between me and her is zilch.


)':




Listen to this song and watch this MV. It's not for the faint-hearted, because it involves guys kissing. It's a really nice song though. I know the fact that guys kissing can be quite scary, so you can choose to not watch the MV, but the song would lose half its feel.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vFFDff5TEnY




Aye, I'm just going to emo. I haven't emo-ed for a long time. I can't imagine me doing this. All for that woman. Not like she's going to care, because she won't be reading this post. And even if she did, she wouldn't react.


Because she can't.





By the way, check the picture above and confirm with me whether she's worth it or not. I really need to know whether it's worth the emotional involvement over an anime character.





And seriously, I like her. BW, you got good taste mann, thanks for the recommendation ahaha.

But she's totally slighted in the anime, almost as if she's a filler character. I hate that. Who's the author? I'm going to parang someone. Basket. You don't create an insanely cute/blur character, make her wear weird clothes and do weird stuff and have a tragic past and have weird fights, then throw her into a hospital-room thing and completely shut her off from the story. She should be the main character, because I can't get enough of her. I seriously can't. Truly madly deeply. Or truly deeply madly? Forgot. Doesn't sound like the latter though.


I think the author needs to be slapped awake. I meant the manga artist. Bleh.



I need a machine that can change me into an anime character. Or a machine that can change anime characters into humans. Either would do fine.




And you do know that it's not 'Lust' when you aren't trying to find hentai-s of her in..action. Because I'm not. I know it's not lust.

I think that makes things worse.



Oh, the emotional turmoil is too much for me to handle, time to do something to safe my sanity, like suicide and stuff. Note the grammar, she's toying with my grammar. Actually it's just that I'm increasing the word count, and am too lazy to change that error. Not that you needed to know that, but that I'm increasing the word count and the amount of your time I'm wasting.

There you go, feeling wasted yet?




Oh, how I wish she were in my arms. I'd protect her with all of me(and my skin, fats, flesh/muscles, blood, bone, blah blah blah blah blah).




To quote the random event in Runescape(Molly), when you examine a suspect:

Is she the one?


I..got that right right?


Is she the one?
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Those arrows are telling you in your face to scroll up to admire her face.

And no, if you're thinking of highlighting everything, there's nothing there. Human reverse psychology would still kick in though, so my treat, really.

I'm just going to take the rest of the afternoon to stone around. Actually I only have another 10 minutes to slack.



I'm going to cuss about subtitles, too. I don't understand Japanese, and I rely on the subtitles to understand what's going on in the anime. It seems like they have people with weird English for that job. Or the font is weird. I remember one that had a faint-to-bold effect, meaning it takes awhile before the words are visible.

And it really undermines the credibility when they do recaps and the English is different. I think I should read the manga. Or learn Jap. Whichever is faster.

Brr. So much power at the hands of the sub-ers.




And, uh.

Giving people support by watching gigs can be...rather much of a waste of time. I don't appreciate heavy metal, and I don't really know why I'm going to pay $5, and miss out on cwt, but whatever. I shouldn't face pixels all the time anyway.


Is this post long enough? Not that anyone would ask/answer that question, but that it's all for the word count. I like typing here anyway. I don't know why, but the laptop's keyboard is fun.

Madness.

My desktop background changed to my MSN picture.

I'm glad. I'm giving a very contented smile, but no one could see that behind the wall of pixels, so there really isn't a need to type that out, but I felt like typing that out.

^^

The poison runs deep.

This can be quite embarrassing, but I don't really know how to eat a fish. As in, like, debone a fish and stuff like that. I think most people are incapable of that these days, but I've never actually held a poll to determine the actual numbers, because no one really cares anyway.

My ahma just taught me how to debone a fish last week or something. It was quite weird, because my other cousins, who is living in my grandparent's house, already knows how to eat fishes safely. My ahma conveniently told me that she taught her how to eat.

When asked why she didn't teach me previously, she was like 'dangerous mah'. =\

I guess this highlights a certain form of overprotecting children these days. I'm a victim in this case(duh). Having to rely on others to have a safe fishy meal isn't something good for my ego.

I think it'd be better if I were raised knowing how to debone fishes at will, rather than wait until I'm 16 and deemed safe-to-attempt then learn. But then again, it's always better for the child we're talking about. Perhaps if I tried eating fishes back then, I wouldn't be here typing because I can be cockeyed and eat the bones.

But what I'm trying to highlight is that people can only learn from experience, and parents, grandparents, and whoever is your guardian would be quite against the iFea of experience. Because experiencing something isn't safe all the time. So the child doesn't learn, blah blah blah, blah blah blah, and I'd talk about what that results in teenagers in the last part of the post, because this could be a long post(as compared to the previous one).

I slept at 6AM and woke up at 10AM on Wednesday morning. Woke up early for Hubert's guzheng competition(show him support). Let's just say that I'm a boor and I don't really know how to appreciate music(because I'm a boor, as previously stated), but I felt that he played very well worx. He didn't get anything though, but I'm not regretting going over to support his performance.

Then I chiong-ed to Pasir Ris MRT station(where I was stunned for awhile because I'm a road idiot), before finding my way to Downtown East. Met up with BW and WX before going over to find LS at E! hub.

Blah blah blah blah blah blah and we went for the chalet the juniors invited us over to. There were NCC Air people around and stuff so we didn't really know what to do except to sit around and play Texas Poker. It is fun, and BW was like ownage. Dang lucky =.=

So I was losing a lot of money initially, so it was like Bleeding Money, except that the lyrics don't really fit in. Quite a waste actually. Waste as in the fact that it doesn't fit in, if not it'd probably be a hit when the IRs open for business.

Nothing very exciting about this chalet, because we only stayed for 1d1n, and we didn't even sleep for the night. Only WC did =.=

We made plans to stayover at Macs, because we didn't pay for the chalet at all. Couldn't live with the conscience that nags at us for living off them, and being nice people, we more or less made ourselves transparent.

Bought some booze at Shop N Save some distance away from Downtown East, and it was...exciting, to say the least. Had a lot of fun at Macs eating fries.

LS: Save 8 fries for something later. You all don't touch ah. I show you all something later.

WC: Show what? *does retarded action of grabbing all the 8 fries and shoving them into his mouth, coupled by an 'arrrrmph' sound'.

It tickled us, especially WX(he couldn't stop laughing for a few minutes), because the action was quite retarded.

The thing LS showed us was quite lame yanyway, hard to sexplain also(more like I can't be bothered to), so yea. Went back to chalet after that for the booze and sex and sex.

Oh yaaaa! Before we went back to the chalet, we were fooling around with the computers there. LS went to type 'www.porn.com' and pressed enter, but nothing happened. So BW went up and typed 'dump.com', and hehehe.

I wouldn't fancy watching porn there though, seeing as people walk in and out all the time. Would be stressful.

And you can't click X, because that operation is not allowed =\

Felt like going out for a walk at 3AM in the morning. Bit mad, but I did that anyway. It was quite lonely walking around Pasir Ris park with groups of friends and couples in sight, and I'd say that it's intimidating when faced with groups of people. I'd always try to keep a straight face and walk by them as if I'm not scared, but I'm always like prepared for the worse or the possible taunts that could come my way. I think I'm paranoid, but that is OK.

Anyway, I was walking around when WX called me. I told him to call me when LS pops the other bottle of booze, and I walked back for it. I think that men hardly do stuff like that except when booze(or women) is involved.

Agreeable, no?

Didn't do anything much after that. WC was knocked out and we didn't want to sleep so we went to Macs for breakfast at 4.30AM. A lot of people there also, don't know what's wrong with teenagers these days. So unhealthy, tsk tsk tsk.

Then we went to E! hub at like 6AM to stone around and sit on escalators and talk cock. We were at some random open space carpark talking cock until a hornet appeared, so yea. I was making a lot of noise about zombies, because zombies always appear in:

1) Shopping centres.

2) Carparks. Multi-storey carparks.

And it could be quite eerie because there were no other people around. WX and LS were knocked out and took a short nap at the storey with the arcade, while BW and I were walking around aimlessly, waiting for time to pass.

Then we went back to collect WC and we zao-ed. I think I got home at like 8.30AM. Checked Travian and stuff and went to shower, then went back to train my second settler after my shower.

Then I went to sleep. Had nightmares though. Had nightmares of my 15cropper(the village tile I was trying so hard to get) getting kouped. I remember waking up and thinking 'it is a dream lah fuck', but the images were too vivid. Urgh. Couldn't stand it after awhile, so I woke up and went to play. Or rather, check.

I got my village at like 9PM anyway. I named it Chrome Dokuro, heheh. That's a random woman I got to sexperience while playing BW's PSP's Hitman Reborn. I'm going to watch the anime it while I play RS these days. Heheh.

Very happy now. I hope this happiness lasts. Don't want some guy to whack my beloved Chrome T.T

This is the last part of the blog post. Sort of.

On the bus back home, there was this bastard. He sat there and wasn't much to look at(according to WX), and he wasn't noticeable at all. When LS alighted, he started to blast music from his phone.

Quite a fucked up thing to do, considering the fact that it's around 7.40AM, and people like peace in their waking hours.

BW commented(quite loudly, according to WX): He no money buy earpiece then don't play music lah.

I was contemplating turning around to tell him stuff like 'Can you keep quiet?', but I guess I didn't have the balls to. Was being a typical Singaporean.

OK, you listen to Chinese songs, I like that, but you don't have to show off that you listen to Chinese songs right? I'm not interested in hearing your song selection, and so are the people on the bus. I seriously think that there should be a rule prohibiting blasting of music on the bus, or making too much noise on public transports. Otherwise, idiots like him would just carry on ruining the ears of many, making Singapore a more morally degraded place than it already it.

And why do I say 'morally degraded'? 

Because of the many teenage smokers around. There was this gang of people just beside our chalet, and they were wearing school-related shirts and smoking their lives away. I'm used to this scene, but it is still disturbing. Seriously, why are people buying their lives away?

Is there a point, as in, seriously, is there a point in filling your lungs up with tar and shit?

I mentioned something about 'Sexperience' in the first part of this post. I smoked once. I'm proud that I smoked once--at a tender age of 9. I was asking my ahgong 'Why do you like to smoke so much? Nice meh?' and he was like 'You try lor'. Then my ahma lighted one and passed it to me. It was effing horrible. I started coughing and urgh. That's not something I'd put in my system, given a choice.

So if people were to ask me stuff like 'You also never try before, how you know it sucks?', I can share that story with them, because I was sexperienced already. And it's something I don't want to sexperience again.

I'm glad that I tried at that age, because it impressed upon me a great distate for smoking, and so I know that I would never become a smoker.

Oh by the way, I may not seem like it, but I didn't sleep at all for 24 hours, since I woke up on Wednesday, till I fell asleep on Thursday. Heh. Virginity broken, huat ah!

Let'sgcreateuaesorrowfulssentence.s

Markswtheeend ofamyrvirginityeinnthattfield =.=

Here's a song to get in the mood:

I remember laughing very hard about this because I thought it was funny. Then I turned 14.

How many songs are there which pays tribute to the one thing that distinguishes us from our primal ancestors? How many songs are there which sings about our silent, invisible hero so unabashedly, or at all? How many?(I actually wanted to come up with a third point, y'know, speech devices and stuff, but I ran out.)

Everything that has a beginning has an end, but not everyone cares about the end, or the outcome. Possibly because it's too ugly and smelly and disgusting to talk about.

I'm just citing an example, hope people don't get offended. Have you ever wondered why people pray before they eat, but not before they shit?

I was shitting a few hours back when that thought crossed my mind. In terms of importance, both ingestion and egestion are on par. I mean, you eat but you don't shit, what's the point in life? You become full of shit, and that's bad. You don't eat, you can't shit.

I guess that pretty much proved my point that both ingestion and egestion are interdependent. So why aren't people praying before they take a dump?

I'm not trying create a radical change in religion, but I'm just musing over that random fact while I was shitting. I tend to think when I shit. It's 'me-time', except that it's in the toilet. People find their inspiration all over the place, it just so happens that I find mine while sitting on the toilet bowl.

I found out something through empirical observation(I actually effing forgot the word 'empirical', I had to check against something =.=). You cannot shit and think simultaneously.

When you shit, you concentrate on your rectal muscles, and peristalsis, especially when you're suffering from constipation. That's because your reflex actions isn't enough to cover for your shitty rectum. Actually I made that all up because I forgot a lot of things pertaining to biology, but I'm always correct, so take it as that.

I mean, I couldn't think or muse or sink into my introspective mode(if I had one) while I was forcing fecal matter through my virgin asshole. Virgin? Um. Never mind, I didn't say anything about the..virginal status of my Special Somewhere.

Hou shit I'm blushing =.=

As I was saying, I indulged myself in carnal pleasure while trying to detoxify myself. So much that I couldn't think. I guess that's correct for all guys: Sex > Rationality.

And when I was thinking, I couldn't shit. I don't know what was that about, but I'm not going to disprove my theory. Bleh.

Many people think that toilets are stinky, unhygienic places where people with AIDS have sex in. These bigots don't realize the importance of these important civilian structures. I'm glad I'm not like them.

People do stuff when they are emotional. Some blog about it, converting all their emotions into pixels. Some lock themselves in their rooms and shrivel up in a corner, letting their emotions out in the form of tears. I ran out of iFeas again.

But I just invented a new place to emo at that's not virtual. The toilet. Isn't it wonderful to sit on the toilet bowl and think about your life and your special someone and special stuff? Isn't the toilet a wonderful place with a lot of privacy? I like privacy. There are things that aren't meant for other people to know, and the toilet can be your shelter.

Isn't it wonderful to be able to mull over your life over a pile of shit. while its delicious smell lingers in the room? Isn't it wonderful to take a shower as and when you like? Or eat, if you got a weird fetish, but details aren't necessary.

There are times when one is most truthful to him/herself, and for me, that's when I'm in the toilet. I let things that affect me affect me. I wank. I shit. I shower. I wank.

Did I mention that I wank?

Never mind.

This post is quite random. I was just mulling things over the toilet seat approximately 1hr30minutes back. The time now is 3.09AM.

Then this song started playing in my head. It is sung by 盧廣仲, and the song name is 好想要揮霍. 

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I..don't know how to comment on that. I'd just say that I'm hardly affected by stuff that doesn't relate to me, and I'm affected by this song.

I don't even know what struck me, but that song started playing in my head. I don't even have it on my phone, I only heard it when my sis played it(she bought the CD).

Maybe it was my mood, or X that was on my mind, but that song was put on loop. =\

Ah. Screw the lyrics. They are too beautiful. Oh yea. Written by Cheer. =\

Let's just say that if a song can make me go '=\' so much, it has to be a beautiful one.

Argh. I've been playing that song on loop for the past hour. I'm still not tired.

This begs the question: What was going through her mind when she wrote those lyrics?

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Oh yaaa! You know that there's some festival in which some food gets some money cooked into it? And the person who gets the portion of food with the money in it is supposedly blessed or something? I'm not sure about the consequences of getting money from food, or even the festival in question, but that's not the point.

The point is that most of you already know my unhealthy habit of making use of my unique blog skin to camo certain stuff. It has become more or less an open secret and so it doesn't really matter even if I sexpose myself. I'm currently elevating this habit to an artform. See if you can spot my shit or not.

It's not the case of a treasure hunt though. You find something, you keep it to yourself and hope others can't find it. And you don't talk to me about it because the prize would be a hanthump session, and it'd be me hanthumping you.

I'm currently feeling a draught that has nothing to do with the fan blowing the cold 3.40AM air at me. I think it's the song.

Urgh. Time to watch Special Stuff. Speaking of which, my father was watching some movie in the living room. The starting was creepy, with the people playing with corpses and making it seem as if the corpses were having sex. The eyes looks like those of dead fishes.

Then there was a bed scene, and I saw a nipple. A female nipple was making its appearance through some thin singlet, and the guy moved his hand under her shirt and started groping the boob.

Then my mum came out and said something like 'Whoa what show is this?! Oi here got the kids.'

I was playing Runescape at that time, and I was doing some 180degrees turn with my neck, like an owl. My father was like 'The starting scene only mah..' then his defense fell apart and he changed movies.

And the second movie had some orgasmic sounds, so I turned around and saw a couple humping. Heh my father quite open. The previous time...never mind.

Oh yea and I was wearing long pants for a formal dinner. My father's father's 80th birthday,which means my grandfather's birthday, which makes it his Big Skinny. So formal attire lor. Which consisted of long pants. Which was quite tight. It cut into my balls. It was pure agony. And I don't exactly know my cousins on that side, so..yea. And my father sorta pulled me to face the many distant relatives whom I've never seen before.

Wearing those long pants for 5hours made me wonder how males wear skinnies. It's their balls and potency they are killing. OK, maybe I shouldn't consider them males after their skinniesexperience. Note the lack of spacing.

End of post I guess. Morning everyone. Say hi to 4AM.

Being a chauvinistic pig and all, whenever I date girls out, I'd want the girl to have to travel less, because I deem laziness to be their prerogative. Leave the long-distance travelling to the men, that's what I think. So if I were to date someone living in, uh, Bishan, I'd travel from Sengkang to J8 or something.

The process of asking a girl out is tedious. I sometimes wonder why I do that, too. But yanyway, for me, being a man and all, I'd want to make sure that she feels least inconvenienced and stuff like that, so that maybe she'd want to go out with me again, seeing as it's easy to go out with me, provided that my eloquence and humour and sexiness and manliness can exude from me. If I were nervous, those things just can't permeate through my pores, and I end up sexploding all over myself when I get home or something.

Then the girl would think that I'm some effing boring person who isn't much to go out with and thus wouldn't want to go out with me anymore. First impression plays a big part here I guess.

Anyway, I'm not blogging about how much of a bloody flirt I am, but on how I lost my ability to sexpress myself. I effing forgot the word 'convenient'. I substituted it with 'better'. Read the 2 sentences below then compare and contrast:

1) Let's meet somewhere more convenient for you.

2) Let's meet somewhere better for you.

The difference is obvious. How'm I supposed to live with the guilt of constructing such a screwed up sentence? Urgh.

I guess I can't be blamed, seeing as I haven't been facing people outside my family for a long time. I hardly get out of my house, even. I just spend my time in front of the computer, killing spiders on Runescape, reading One Piece(the first 500 or so chapters because I watched the anime instead for those chapters), playing Samurai Sam on miniclip.com, though it resembles more of a ninja.

Oh not to mention the fact that I sleep at 5AM and wake up at 2PM. I guess being nocturnal is detrimental to the ability to sexpress oneself, too. Oh, the horror.

I find some people very weird. They never dare to try new things out, no matter how strongly you recommend them the stuff you want them to try out. Why don't they dare to try?

Let's talk about One Piece. Kaisheng got me to try watching One Piece. I ended up wasting an entire month just before Prelim2 watching 340+ episodes of One Piece. I'm going to take this chance, while Kaisheng is not in Singapore, to backstab him. I HATE YOU! If I, uh, don't do well for my O's(which is most probable), it's your fault!

Watching/reading One Piece has become a major undertaking in my life. Normally, I'd stop all my MSN conversations and ask people around me to 'SHHHH' when I'm reading One Piece. I don't exactly know why One Piece attracts me so much, but why bother knowing what hit me?

There's something rather weird though. Although it's action-packed and stuff, rather much like Bleach, it has more impact on me. I feel more inspired to keep promises and stuff. I can't help but fall in love with every character of the Strawhat crew. Especially with the navigator, hehe. Not Usopp though. Hate his face.

Reading manga alone can already make my nose sour. Some direct translation needed here, but otherwise, s'ok even if you catch no ball.

What attribute do you look for when you're finding a friend? I remember some English oral practise we had with Mrs. Yap many months back, and one of the topics was something along the lines of 'Does true friendship exist?'

One factor to answer in this question would be 'what do you look for in a friend?'

I don't know what girls look for in their friends, but I answered something along the lines of 'Someone who is willing to be my scapegoat.'

And Mr. Heng, who walked past, inquired about what the topic was(not that he was interested in what I responded to, but that he's interested in who he was responding to, if you get my drift). So after knowing the question, he said something like 'Ah males look for honour in their friends'. Or something along those lines.

Someone who is willing to lay down his life for his friend, that's a real man and a real friend.

And there are many people like that in One Piece. True, it's just a manga, such people aren't easily available in real life, but you compare One Piece to other fiction books and you'd get my point that One Piece is superior.

Another thing about One Piece is its humour.

There's more, but to point out every bit of humour would be too taxing.

Geez, why'm I even advertising? I don't normally spread my love for anything around, yo. Am I like, preaching? Never mind.

This post rather random. I need to go out more. Runescape 24/7 is fatal. I'm no longer typing coherently.

I'm not envious of people who get to go overseas, because I love Singapore. And I hate moving, though I need to. And my hair is covering my ear and I hate that.

Gah. Save money, don't cut hair.

The battle reports were epic. As in seriously epic. Definitely fun, too. A pity my hero was killed and couldn't take in the experience =\

But other than that, she had to stop with her attacks. More reinforcements arrived anyway. Eat shit, loser.

I managed to join a powerful alliance, too. That was before the epic battles. After joining the alliance, the next morning, she didn't attack. Her dog, the second biggest guy in her alliance, whose population is around 370, attacked me. Kaisheng's druids bore the brunt of the attack, and once again, I lament the fact that my hero wasn't alive to level up. =\

After that, she IGM-ed Kaisheng, who sent her a fake attack consisting of one phalanx, to withdraw his reinforcements. She even played mind games, threatening the leaders of my new alliance that they would get banned for accepting me as a member.

Everyone found that laughable.

She then said 'and it really doesn't matter to me if your alliance takes me out because before that happens you will go down and that is all i care about right now'

The funny thing is, she said she is an old lady in Egypt. She sounds like a teenager. Most probably one who just got out of the twitting stage.

She then ended her conclusion(that I can't read or understand English because of I can't read the rules) with a: so frankly you bore me... and i prefer the other server where the people can at least read and do no need little brothers to read for them... he should also try to explain things to you... lol... i can see why mommy and daddy have to deny you the right to blog for yourself... poor little frustrated baby...

I mean, what's up with all those dots? Does she stammer in real life? I'm OK with people who stammer, but not with her definitely. Urgh. She disgusts me.

And the weird thing is, she couldn't bring me down, and I didn't get my account deleted. I didn't even get banned. So I IGM-ed her about it, with the wish that she'd understand that the Multihunter isn't her dog, and my hopes for her to like grow up or something. And I told her not to bother my alliance leaders, because they are very good at running alliances unlike her.

I don't think she understood English. She read the message but didn't reply me. Instead, she took it out on the leaders, who were feeling fucked up enough after a day of non-stop sassy-based threats. So the leaders took it out on me, and..yea. Nothing much happened.

She's just sore that she rammed her ass into porcupines. So she's blaming the thorns, but not her stupidity. So much talk about getting me destroyed. She only managed to wipe out my army, and damage my barracks from level3 to level2. And that was corrected almost immediately. Loserrr.

Now, we have a NAP with her. NAP = non-aggression pact. I didn't see much of a point in that, as she wouldn't dare to attack me anymore, but I'm losing my farms. But I couldn't complain, as that'd mean more trouble for the leaders, seeing as she'd bitch about it. I'm quite sure she bitched until the alliance leaders set up the NAP. Urgh. Hate her.

There was something dang funny though, this is a must-see: i expect as much from you... i come from a society where people are happy and so they laugh and joke and are free to marry whom they please and not from one that has forced marriages and the women are unhappy and people take hostages from hotels and restaurants... so being mature means quite simply making life the best one can no matter where they are... sorry if you cannot comprehend that... lol

I guess that showed that she reads newspapers, but I don't see a link that has with the situation in Singapore. Quite a cool statement though, seeing as she is 'happy and so they laugh and joke and are free to marry whom they please'. I think she's still an unmarried virgin. Not that it's a bad thing actually, I mean, at least that's one member of the male population safe from her tyranny.

I think she'd like marriages forced on her though, seeing as that's the only way she'd get married. I pity her.

Let's talk about advices. I'm quite sure that everyone, at a certain point of his/her life, received a certain form of advice from someone else. For now, I'm currently having the advice 'Sleep earlier lah' forced down my throat everytime someone else goes to sleep.

Seeing as that someone else is sleeping ealier than me. I guess that's a good thing, because that person must be better than me, at least in terms of sleeping habits, to advice me on it.

If I sleep at 5AM and I tell others to sleep earlier lah, then I'm a hypocrite. That, or a joker. I think I'm more of a joker though. So yea.

I guess we've reached a consensus on who is acceptable to give advices on our lives, and guide us on the right path or something.  That person must be more accomplished in that field that he/she is guiding us in. Who would listen to a pauper teaching others how to earn money?

A pauper preaching about money is like an insult to your intelligence. It becomes almost as if a pauper is better than you in a field that he/she is failing in, indicating that you're more of a failure. That made sense, no?

So I cannot accept people preaching to me when they suck in a field themselves.

Similarly, when people ask others stuff, they are looking up to the recipient of the question to be more informed about the field they are inquiring. That made sense, no? Once again, who would ask a pauper how to be rich?

So how can the someone who, asked a question, think about the person he asked to be acting high and almighty? I find that grossly unfair.

If a person mulls over your question before giving you a lengthy reply on how to change your life, you should be thankful to have such a friend. You do not do stuff like accuse the poor thing of acting high and almighty and proud.

I feel like flaming someone. And when that happens, things get ugly. I don't want that to happen. I will keep my cool.

I think it's high time to sleep. My mum is waking up in 20minutes time. I don't want to move only when her alarm rings.

By the way, to people who don't like me, just tell me. I'm fine with it. You point out something grossly wrong about my character, and I'd run a check to see whether you're correct or not.

I mean, if your view is seconded by my closer friends, then I guess you got me there. And if I lambasted you for casting doubts on my personality, I would apologize because if your observations were correct, then I'd be wrong for lambasting you. And then I'd thank you sincerely for bringing up the flaws in my character that people cannot live with.

Problem is, I know I don't have such flaws.

What wouldn't I give,

I'm getting owned in Travian. My ex-alliance leader, who is dang hum over almost everything, kicked me out.