Black Sheep- Chronicles of a "Below Average" guy

Trying to be different in all the same ways.

2006-10-26T08:26:00.000-07:00

i wasn't intending to come up here and blog until I came across a certain other blog. Now this blog was inspirational. It made me think, it made me passionate, it made me feel the urge. In short, it was a sorry piece of ****.

I'm not naming, and if you feel in any way that I might be directing at you. Um... Fuck off. Please. As if we haven't got enough sadistic bastards in the bloody country. (this is of course, metaphorically speaking. the country is not bloody in any literary way. if you happen to be a cabinet minister or something, please, go back to inspecting your beautiful cabinets and keep up the wonderful job.)

Now this paticular blogger likes to write in a style I like to very simply call, the "try-to-be-funny-but-screw-up" style. Generally the person tries to be funny in the most unsuitable, unwitty, and unengaging ways. It's hard to explain it as a lot of people write like that. now I'm not trying to generalize, but it's everywhere. A lot of people write like that. It's, of course, none of my business how and what people write in their blogs, but I'm going to stick my nose into it anyway.

This paticular blogger also has the habit of commenting on issues and subjects in such hypocritical and immature ways. if you happen to be reading o-so-funny-blogger-from-hell, please continue to do so, because I am going to flame you. Unfortunately I can't do that literally, or I would be roasting you right now. Which wouldn't make much difference anyway due to your *strays across racism line and comes back in* Oh no. You ain't suing me, biatch!

This paticular thing you criticised, uh... Oh dear. I've just realised that it's impossible for me to continue without giving away even a slight hint of who the ********* is... And even if I did continue anyway, the paragraph would most certainly be incomprehensible in all aspects unless you have to ability to read through asterisks.

I'll spare you this time. But I'm telling you, don't ever mess with me in real life. I'll ****ing kill you. I've had enough of cocky bastards like you. MCM is full of them *woops* (considers deleting previous line and gives up on the pretext of laziness).

Ah. Talking about MCMers. They are definitely one of the most confident (arrogant), caring (nosey), expressive (noisy), and unique (freakish) people I know. I'm generalising of course. I would get into trouble if I did indeed get into the details. One thing about them is that they all want to stand out. Now, that absolutely fine! Great I should say. As the soccer instructor said, "You must be a leader, you cannot spend your life being a follower" MCMers LOVE BEING THE LEADERS! Now the problem is this, you can't exactly stand out very well with ninety nine other counterparts (98 actually, minusing myself) fighting for the lemonlight (I'm trying to be lame, get off my case) at the same bloody time. ffs, sit your ass on the damn chair and wait your damn turn.

The worst thing is that they all try to be different in the same ways. They always do things to try to be different, but the things they do to accomplish that are usually the same! I won't say anything else. Or people might start assaulting me on campus.

Keep it down MCMers. No wonder the rest of the bloody school hates us.

*Note: If you're mad at me, please don't do stupid things like laugh at the number of times I used "now" at the beginning of sentences, or how many times I use "bloody". Because that's just something I would do, and you wouldn't want to be doing anything I do now, would you?*

R.I.P Steve Irwin

2006-09-05T07:21:00.000-07:00

Steve Irwin, world renowned Crocodile Wrangler has left the living world of mortals. As many may know, he was a very famous environmentalist, and he single-handedly developed the Australian Zoo into a world class tourist attraction.

His fame has been regarded with mixed comments, of the majority, I believe to be of admiration. However, his acts sometimes frowns the public, like the time where he carried his son (currently 3) into a crocodile enclosure. With his son snugly cradled in one arm, he used his free hand to toss meat scraps to the animals (crocodiles).

I don't know about other people, but I really respected the man, I would say harbouring different reasons than the large legions of his "loyal and ardent" fans. A lot of people admired Mr. Irwin for his seemingly limitless courage and his invulnerable abilities. People liked him because he was like a breath of fresh air. After all, it's not everyday that you get too see someone jump right on top of a live, wild, ravenous crocodile in his/her own habitat do you? Generally, I believe people like him because he's, well, a crocodile hunter.

Well, I liked him because I thought he was a true Wildlife Warrior. He was adamant to protect animals and showed his ceaseless love and passion for them by dedicating his entire life to saving these creatures and educating people about them, as well as teaching us why they ought to be saved and how magnificent they really are.

Which is why I got pretty put off by some (a lot actually) people who decided to put up tortoise emoticons on MSN to show tribute to Steve Irwin. I understand that a lot of people might read this, and if you find it offensive, GET OFF MY BLOG.

I don't think putting emoticons up is a proper and sincere way of tributing to this great man. You're thinking on the irrelevant side of things. I talked to quite some people about their emoticons (eight) and I pissed quite a lot of them off (six). YOU DON'T GET IT DO YOU?! This man didn't work for "Let's get tortoise emoticons". YOU'RE THINKING ON THE WRONG DAMN PAGE! He worked for environment, he worked for animals, he worked for wildlife!

A few of the people I talked to said that they wanted to show their respect for this man. (eight) Here what I've got for you: "IF YOU REALLY RESPECT SOMEONE, YOU WON'T NEED TO SHOW IT!". Jeez... So if you respect, say, "Mr. A", you'll paste you car with "I RESPECT MR. A" stickers?

If you respected him, if you respected his cause, if you respected his life, you'd work towards his goals. Do stuff that parallels his aims, show people that he had an impact. THAT'S real respect.

Some people go, (and I quote): "how can? u wan mi 2 jump on crocs and bring them to zoos meh?lolz O.O"

HOW DAFT CAN YOU GET? Simple stuff dumbass! Don't litter! Don't use un-decomposable material! Join wildlife campaigns! Sign petitions to life logging activities! GOODNESS me, what is hapenning to people?!

I'm so angry I won't talk about this anymore. I'll probably write more about him.

Please, stop.

2006-08-29T05:14:00.000-07:00

Disclaimer: I'm not in the position to judge other peoples' blog, and anything I say is merely my own opinion, and of my own whim and fancy. The author does not list out any of those which he comments on, and while he hints, it is probable that he's not talking about you *cough*. The author is extremely immatured, and cannot be held responsible for any damage, physical or emotion, caused by my comments. If you find the following content offensive, stop reading, retard, and get the fuck off my blog. Don't spam my email account, don't spam my tagbox. Anything, and everything that I find offensive, I will deal with it accordingly, and if you want an argument, I'm afraid you will not be arguing for very long.

If you are not going to read my disclaimer, don't bother reading my blog, please.

With that out of the way, let's get down to business. I am sick of what I see in some blogs. Generally, I find a few types especially hateful, and painful to read.

Now I've said this before in the big chunk of italicised text. I don't name names and if you think I'm targeting you and starts flaming me in your blog or in any other medium that I encounter, I will bring you down.

Back to the subject! First! They are the blogs who talk about NOTHING BUT THEIR DAY.
You know the type...

"todae hor, i went to blablabla mall lehz. then hor i buy things lorz. den got one wierd guy kip looking @ mi worz. den i v shy. den i go home bath. den do homework. den blog lorz ^^"

Who gives a flying fudge what you did in your day. This will probably anger a lot of readers, but look above at the italicised text, thank you.

Type 2: What I like to call, the *someone-i-know-well-and-probably-know-who-he/she-is* type. What Hokkiens call, guai lan gia. And what Americans like to call "Punkass muthafuckas". I also fall into this category sometimes, and I don't regret it. But, if you're going to insult someone, plaese try not to do it in rebit language. Cuz it makes you sound, well, like a retarded bitch. They generally flame their classmates and try as hard as they can to humiliate anyone whom they hate but probably can't beat up in real life.

Then there are the types who belong to people who act sophisticated. Maybe they really are that sophiscated, but aren't you overdoing it a little with that crap? They talk about everything in codes, hints, that people who don't know them very well or don't know them at all would be completely mystified. They talk about life, and love. GEEZES FFS you're only ** years old!!! I don't think your surmises about life and love are really that accurate when filtered through your "pure and innocent" mind. If you're going to talk about stuff in ways that people won't be able to figure out, why the hell are you typing it down anyway? It's true that not all bloggers want their blogs to be read (or so they say). People who say that don't usually mean it. If they were really sincere about it they would privatise their blogs, not put them up there on the WWW on the account of the lameass excuse that they're "too lazy". How much effort does it take? All you have to do is tick the damn checkbox!

They try to make themselves seem so damn special. They use that old tactic of "self-criticism"

"what is love? everyday what i feel for him... is it mere infatuation? lust? or something deeper..."

THey always end up with three full stops at the end of every sentence too...

Stop discriminating me.

2006-08-24T08:26:00.000-07:00

Zelda 64: Oricana of Time is THE BEST GAME OF ALL TIME.

Now onto more pressing issues. I am fed up of Singaporeans looking down on Malaysians. As much as I like the place, why do you grimace everytime I say I'm a Malaysian? When I said I'm a Malaysian at a clinic in Singapore, everyone stares. FUCK OFF!

Singaporeans and Malaysians have a lot in common, same interests, same lifestyles, similar mindsets. But we gnash our teeth upon the other country's mention. What about "international brotherhood"? We use the same brands, we drive on the same side of the road, we're divided by 2 km of sea water. Fuck, we use the same swear words.

After being in Singapore and Malaysia at almost the same times for 10 years, I have to say I comprehend the situation, lifestyle, and mindsets at both sides. I have received immense discrimination since Primary 3 I believe, and it's still here, and getting worse.

Singaporeans are really nice people, they're well-educated, and generally polite. BUT, a large number of them look down on Malaysians. It's true, our education systems is shittier, and our streets are no safer, we are generally less well-off, and our standard of living is lower. i have a lot to comment on the politics as well, and I'm even prepared to get a little racist (they started it), but I think I'll pass for today.

Stop discriminating us. Please. It's painful. Kyle, fuck off. I'm taking it all awfully light-heartedly. Catch me in a bad mood, and I'll react. A lot of my classmates in MCM are biased against Malaysians as far as I can see. There's this girl who commented once during Speech, when Siraj's group conducted their trial Q & A on merger of Singapore and Malaysia. This girl, very intelligently went, "But what if Malaysia bring all their crap here?"

KNNBCCB! I like to insult my own country, but don't let me hear you insulting my country! KNN.

I'm getting very angry as I'm typing this down, as the more observant readers might be noticing. I'm going to stop for now.

Here it is, the proud results of the first phase of my story:

Xio jammed the controller forward and the cranky machine choked, spluttered, and did just about everything an expert wine taster would have done after drowning his first glass of cow manure juice.

“Damn this silly contraption, it never works!” Xio cursed angrily.

He heaved himself off the cockpit and his boots thudded on the creased concrete floor. Not for the first (and last) time, he slammed his fist into the side of the aircraft and produced another wonderfully decorative dent on the already antique plane. Somewhere inside the cantankerous old thing, a piece of splinter unlodged itself from a cog. It turned squeakily, and it’s movement rippled throughout the mechanism.

The plane choked one more time, and the propellers spun merrily, scratching off years of rust. Xio, heading off to the bathroom halted and turned.

It is not inaccurate to liken his expression at that exact moment to that of a monk who has dedicated his life to celibacy, and woke up one day to find himself in a room filled with young virgins.

Xio screamed and climbed into the cockpit. Jamming a pair of goggles, which he readily produced from his pocket, Xio raised his hands into the air and SCREAMED. (That was capitalized for one very important reason, and that reason is not because the author had a sudden compulsion to hold down shift)

Mr. Backyard, a quiet old man in his eighties who had spent his prime years fighting for the Republic Army, sat quietly in his backyard and contemplated complicated questions that have puzzled intellects for centuries and would probably be absolutely useless if they were solved anyway. He was very wise, and very old considering his previous occupation (he still gets cranky when people refuse to call him Major Backyard). He had almost solved undoubtedly the greatest question to be ever asked: What is the Meaning of Life?, when a colossal airplane whizzed across the air, missing his shiny scalp by inches. His ancient eyes were just keen enough to spot a young child flying the plane, face contorted into an expression of pure exhilaration.

Mr. Backyard felt his pants go warm, and he fainted. Completely forgetting the solution to the Meaning of Life wholly.

Reviewing the reviews.

2006-08-04T08:56:00.000-07:00

Game magazines have GOT to stop reviewing games. Tell us the pros and cons, but cut the rating crap, it spoils EVERYTHING. If I were the owner of a game company whose game got a 3 star rating on a game magazine, I would bar down the editor's door and demand a public apology. You have no idea how much effort it takes to make a bloody game. Fighting games need sprites animation, drawing, contact point designations, story boards; 3D games need model designing, model animation, environment design, special effects; RPG's need cutscene animations, storyboards, mapping, levelage distribution, and all that crap. Try making a game. It takes a surprisingly extraneous amount of effort to even DRAFT a mediocre game. Like Chuck Jones once said, "It is extremely easy to criticise, because it takes less than a hundredth of the effort required to get the end result."

Hell, this applies not just for games, but for other things as well. Movies, food, clothes, music. It's like they're reviewing every single thing they see.

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"On today's instalment of "Kewl Fuel", we shall be comparing the various gas pumps!

Clamshell - **** "Nice and sleek, Shell's pump design facilitates handling with it's rubberized grip. The slightly indented end to the pump turns up the wooshing sound, for a more impresssive fill! However, many have complained that the pump's overall exterior design is not cool enough. 4 stars!"

Immobil - ** "True to it's name, Immobil's pump are hard to use, with confusing and unnessary functions such as the clinical thermometer, and the 10kg "Pump up your car, and yourself" dumbbell attachment. Talking about dumb, the pumps are made of wood. This incredibly daft design has given Immobil pumps a well-deserved 2 stars."

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I can go on and on, but I'll be nice and spare everyone the horror.

A little thorn

2006-08-03T05:20:00.000-07:00

There are a lot of bimbos in MCM. I won't name anyone, but I think you know who you are.

That's the thing I see when I exclude myself and look at the chaos. Everyone is trying to be like one another. That's why everyone thinks Vinoth, or VK *grunt*, is wierd. Because he doesn't bother.

Yet, everyone is trying to be different. BUT, they're using the same methods to be different, and I can tell. You want to argue? Fuck off, this is MY blog.

Punkish music is retarded. I don't really know what the genre is (probably falls under screaming), and I don't care either. The strings and drums are nice, then the vocals come in, and I Command+Q my iTunes. freaking retards. You have your own opinions, I have mine, don't bother arguing with me, you'll lose anyway.

Siam Shade owns.

2006-07-28T09:14:00.000-07:00

I haven't posted in a long time. Because of the ****ing huge load of work we've been given. I'm officially a Siam Shade fan. And this is why.

I'm not going to talk anymore. But I will soon anyway.

Why do people care? Why do we care?

2006-07-16T09:23:00.000-07:00

In the bus, and I realised how important external impressions were. It's no use saying you're not superficial, because almost everyone is. If you're not, either you're very special, or you're old. I wish I could think like that. Not give a damn about appearances. That's the thing, appearances do matter. A bit too much. Kids don't care about that much, but as they grow up, everyone else, teachers, parents, everyone, narrows their thoughts. That's why I've always thought.

Children have the greatest imaginations, but no one takes them seriously because they don't have experience. Then as they grow up, they're mindsets get narrowed, they are forced to think like everyone else, because their parents will get pissed if they don't. Sooner or later, they give in, and they BECOME everyone else. They should try educating a kid so he grows up without his thoughts being narrowed. I'm ready to bet that kid'll grow up to be someone big. Either he winds up in an asylum or he'll be a leading scientist, novelist, or who knows what else?

That's why they get kids to get up on stage and talk candidly. (Kids Say the Darndest Things). No way will people get an average adult and ask him how today's coffee was.

I'd write more, but my aunt is banging at my door. If she hears the tip tapping of my keyboard, I'm screwed.

Good things? Rubbish...

2006-07-10T08:25:00.000-07:00

Another post up. based on a discussion with, yet again, Yihua. We were talking about religion, and our belief that it makes absolutely no sense. Quote Yihua: "if there is such a thing as reincarnation, why is the population increasing?" (Li, 2006, line 74) Maybe "god" is making more of us? Why would he want to do that? As "god", "he" should be more aware of the current situation shouldn't he?

Christians, Hindus, Muslims, please ask your god to stop making more people.

I'm not going any further, although I would love a nice, decent quarrel, because I'm aware of how certain members in my (very tiny) social circle are hypersensitive about religion.

Whilst trying to do my WRITCOM essay. I found out loads of stuff about american animation during the golden era. One of the most amazing perhaps, was Mel Blanc and the fact that he single-handedly characterised and did almost every single voice-over in looney tunes! Guess what they wrote on his grave? ""That's all folks!" MEL BLANC The Man Of 1000 Voices"

And I have more respect for Chuck Jones (in case you didn't know, he directed more than 300 Looney Tunes episodes, including "What's Opera Doc?" arguably the best cartoon ever made. He has also achieved a stunning amount of world-class accolades including 3 Oscar's and an honorary Oscar for lifetime achievement in 1996" than I ever have. He is only rivalled by Walt Disney in terms of animation creativity.

I'm not typing anymore. Yeah. I'm not. No really, seriously I'm not typing anymore after this. Don't believe me? Oh okay I just contradicted myself but yeah, I'm going to stop typing right after this word right here. Does a fullstop count? Guess so, anyway. I'm going to stop typing right after this fullstop right here. There!... Dammit! I need help. I can't stop typing, someone, help! I need to stop, because I hae to get to bed or I'll wake up late tomorrow, miss my radio workshop, get a bad grade, screw up my Year 1, screw my my MCM life, screw up my future and I'm going to kill myself. Make me stop. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!! Stop, you stupid keyboard! Damn you! Stop! I command you! Don't type another word! Please! Come on, everyone thinks I'm lame, they'll think I'm doing it on purpose. Don't you? Well, as a matter of fact I am. I didn't get those crutches for nothing... sorry, bad joke. Hahaha... Anyway, why the hell are you still reading this? You can't stop can you? You're waiting for me to say something radical, something wierd and strange, but I'm telling you, nothing is going, to happen. Stop reading! Damn you stop reading! I forbid you to read on! Stop right here! Or I'm going to... Or I'll Or I'll.. Or I'll start typing giberrish! Hahahaa! Put you off now haven't I? I haven't? don't push me, I might just do it! Don't make me do it! I'm scary when I type in gibberish! Alright you made me do it... gibberish gibberish gibberish gibberish gibberish gibberish gibberish gibberish gibberish gibberish gibberish gibberish gibberish gibberish gibberish gibberish gibberish gibberish. WHY ARE YOU STILL READING! FOR GOODNESS' SAKE GET A LIFE! Stop! HALT! Tamau jalan! Ting! Don't read anymore! This is not healthy! If I said I was doing ALL this on purpose would you believe me? You probably will, but you're still reading aren't you? Why are you still reading? You think I'm going to say something funny? You're riveted. You can't stop reading. You completely addicted to my words. DAMN I'M GOOD!

Okay, go to bed kiddies, I was just trying to prove that you don't need to write properly to get your audience's attention. Did it work? Sure did for me... I mean, I couldn't stop typing. Okay, so bye. I'm going to stop now. Oh crap not again! Ahhhh!

Just kidding! HAHAHAHA! Haha! ha. ha... Okay never mind

How super can you be when you prance around in tights and capes?

2006-06-28T09:13:00.000-07:00

I don't know about you, but I think everyone went through this "superpower phase" you know? Like after reading Matilda, I locked myself in my room and tried so hard to make my pencil roll over. After Batman, I tied my blanket around my neck and hurled myself down the flight of stairs. That, I'm afraid was the end of my "super power" phase.

I was discussing comics with Yihua and we noticeed something wierd. Heroes tended to shrink over the ages. I mean like in Japan. They had Ultraman, which was what? 200 feet tall? Now they've got "Gransazers" and "Justirizers". Don't talk about anime they're different. They don't involve real hunks in tights with bits of plastic all over. Athough Power Rangers still has that "Ultimate Powerful Huge Machine Thing". The general idea seems to be: The bigger, the better. I don't know why they always start small, and when they really can't defeat the enemy, THEN they send out to big guns. Then they'll always spend a minute or so bringing out the big guns. With the "cool" music, and the flashy backgrounds, and the rangers doing some jiggly, complicated war dance with the pendant thing... Wonder what the bad guy does in that one minute?

Probably standing there, lighting a cigar, reading a nice book about flowers? Or maybe we should go cliche, soing his nails, getting his hair done...

American comics are kinda predictable too. They have a format almost.

1. Starts with hero defeating a weak villian.
2. Villian appears (the main one, yeah, they final showdown one)
3. Hero gets ass whooped.
4. While dealing with the problem of the villian, some other smaller personal problems pop-up. e.g. relationship with girlfriend.
5. Hero finds out secret to beating villian.
6. Final showdown, hero wins.

Boring! Looney Tunes are more entertaining...

I was thinking of making a short fight movie. Non-stick. I tried for 30 minutes and ended up with this:

Note: This is supposed to be moving

t(^-^'t)

Time travel? What? You need to travel faster than the speed of light? With the flapping cheeks and tummy gymnastics? No thanks.

2006-06-26T07:07:00.001-07:00

Time travel. I really agree with something Yihua says. He "states" (to sound professional) that time travel will never be a reality. Because if it was ever possible? Why hadn't people from the future come back?

If you think about it really really hard. I mean sit down on a chair and think, with the lights off and such. If people from the future had indeed came back and taught everyone in this age new breakthrough technology. There wouldn't BE much differences in time!

Look at it this way, if you went back in time using a time machine with a limit of say 100 years of time travel (bringing any material needed to construct another one), you go back 100 years, introduce the wonderful technology of the future, go back another 100 years, do the same thing, so on so forth, you'll proceed until EVERY SINGLE SECOND HAS the bloody same technology! It kinda complicated, just think.

And then there's this whole other matter about the alterations of history and stuff. Yihua (yes him again) raised an interesting situation heh. What if a guy went back and killed his mother? BEFORE HE WAS BORN. That'll one hell of a complicated situation. "God" as some of you call him, would probably tap him on the shoulder and go, "Screw you! I made everything good but NO! You HAD to fuck it all up didn't you?!". The way I see it, if you somehow managed to go back and time incognito and changed ANYTHING, no matter how big or small. Like killing someone, or making someone miss a bus he was supposed to take. It can change A LOT of the so called future. Killing is pretty obvious, if someone enlightened the way he wasn't supposed to, the people who know him will be affected. Maybe he'll have a kid, that kid's gone. Maybe his actual spouse married and another kid which wasn't supposed to exist was conceived? Maybe the kid that was to be could have invented a cure for cancer?! Maybe the kid that never existed but now do became a fervent supporter or NWO and topple the very foundations of society!

Fascinating isn't it?

That's why I always tend to avoid time travel shows. The time machine was moronic. When I was watching the movie, I kept thinking about the future changing and stuff. Frequency was pretty good, it made the link of the past affecting the future. Maybe I should write a story about time travel.

Time machine invented by a group of geniuses, but the machine was kept an unknown from civilians. Somehow information regarding the secret of the time machine leaked out. One company made time machines in bulk! Hahahaha!
Oooh, this is good... Time travelling became common, technologies flowed down the ages, the result is frickin' chaos!

Headache...

Be best not to meddle around with time eh? Make do with a nice packaged tour to Kathmandu or something... Anything that doesn't involve hair raising (I use this term literally) speed would be fine.

I hate it.

2006-06-25T06:16:00.000-07:00

I hate money. Money is bringing out the worst in people. Only when money is involved, will people clamour to be a part of 16 people chosen to be marooned in uncivilised places to starve themselves and play silly games. Only when money is involved will people eat stuff they'd never eat, do stuff they won't want to do. Only when money is involved will people stump hectares and hectares of trees, in the process dissimilating billions of lifeforms. People argue because of money, fight because of money, kill because of money. Most people will do anything if the price is right.

I wish, I really wish, that money didn't exist. Everything wouldn't be so drab and civilised. We'd all be naked, no clothes, no buildings, no cars, no electricity, no hole in the ozone layer, no polar caps melting, no deforestation, no pollution, no civilisation. Why the heck did the dude up there have to make us so damn inventive? With communication came cooperation, with cooperation came innovation, with innovation came civilisation, and with civilisation came money. Money sucks.

Without money we wouldn't have economy. Economy is a friggin' beast. It's not natural, not organic. It's not good! It's destroying our planet! People are more concerned about oil prices on the NYSE than they are of the Earth.

"Why should we care? We fuck up the planet, we're not gonna suffer the consequences anyway."

Tree hugger? t('_'t) off.

The society, especially Singaporean, is bloody rigid. We study, we work, we retire, we die. We spend more than half our lifespan working or studying. I don't know (or care) about you, but I'd rather ramble around naked sniffing in trees and poking sticks into beehives than study. Where the hype in life? I don't call exams action.

Money sucks!

It's the center of the world, we can't survive without it, we're trapped. It's a swelling parasite.

My secondary school teacher told me that this kind of thinking is dangerous, I think so too, but hey, MONEY SUCKS!

Regret

2006-06-24T00:47:00.000-07:00

I ain't compatible with my classmates. For one thing, they don't get my jokes. I don't think it because they're too shallow lol. If it was too shallow they'll just not laugh. Not tilt their heads. I'm probably too lame for them. I hold back 90% of my comments because I don't want to embarass myself. I hope they don't read this lol! I'm going back to anti-social mode...

Now I feel like I should have gone to DMD after all. I keep dreaming of animated sequences. Like this dude with black wings and reds eyes keep appearing in my head and flying around. Then there's the red spiky haired dude with a headband and a collared coat who fights black figures in a sunset backdrop.

New World by L`Arc~En~Ciel pwnz.

Not typing anymore.

t('_'t) - fuck off

"2B or not 2B, that is the question." Hamlet before his Chem paper 1

2006-06-21T04:17:00.000-07:00

It's interesting when people say stuff like "be yourself". What else can you be otherwise? I know that they're telling you not to emulate behaviours and personalities that are clearly not you, but if you think about it, it's rather ironic.

Because there are some people whose true self is one who reflects multiple personalities. Some are just built that way, or they're just being an ass, finding it fun to try different personalities on different people and see how they respond (like me). Some people CAN'T HELP IT. Being someone else is THEM! My message is hard to carry across, because it goes in a cycle.

It's just them, trying to be someone else. If they try not to be someone else then it wouldn't really be themself would they? Because it's kinda forced... Get what I mean? No? Never mind then. Go figure.

I really must say I don't approve of shows like ET. No I don't mean the movie by Spielberg about a little green man who wants to phone home and brag about levitating bikes. I mean "Entertainment Tonight". They say it's the "most watched something something worldwide". I know there are some- I mean lots of people who enjoy that programme.
But hey, this is my blog and I can pretty much say anything i want unless it involves the local parliament or civil servants or any citiz- Okay, so I can't say anything I want, but still I can say a lot of things.
Anyway, I find ET incredibly shallow... They generally send the message that celebrities are better then us. Bull****. Get a life, I can't imagine why people would want to know about lives of people who are famous. I'm not saying those people are shallow or anything, but I still think people should stop worrying about Angelina and Brad's toddler's name and concern themselves with their own lives.

Maybe it's because people like to immerse themselves into the world of others and finding out about the bad stuff so they can look back at their day at the end of the show and go, "Well whaddya know! My life ain't the shittiest." Perhaps they want to leave their lives and all their turmoil behind for an hour and look at how other people suffer? I have got no frickin' clue.

Cheers. I'm only being myself.

Terry Pratchett Vs Rowling (There's a reason why I put Pratchett first)

2006-06-20T06:07:00.000-07:00

And that reason is because I like Pratchett's books better than Rowling. Sure... Rowling has created a whole dimension, the magical one. Sure, she created a whole new lifestyle. Sure, she thrilled kids (Yeah, I say kids) all over the world by smacking her world right into the miidst of our modern age. Her style of writing is "humourous", so to speak". PFFT!

Terry Pratchett has created a whole new UNIVERSE. Discworld (The world he has created) is a huge slab of land mounted on 4 giant elephants, whom are perched on a COLOSSAL turtle "swimming" through the universe! That's a new world for ya! Terry Pratchett used to be the top seller until J.K. Rowling came along and wrecked everything. But I swear lol, his books are ranked the highest on shoplifted books. Guess he should start installing security measures in his books. Back to the topic anyway. Rowling's style of writing is nice... I'll say quaint, in comparison to Pratchett's. There's no apparent need to compare humour... Pratchett is in another league... He has the wittiest style of writing EVER! He doesn't use... Uh... Forced humour that many (almost all) authors use, his satire comes as a stumble. Like uh... like uh... he makes humour in books seem like they've always meant to be in that way, but people just didn't notice them.

I'm sure many Rowling fans are booing and hissing. That's probably because you've never read a Pratchett book. They say Rowling has a unique way of crafting her characters. Read a Pratchett book! No one writes like he does. You can scowl and contort your face all you want... Don't argue with me unless you've read his books.

They treat you like an intelligent individual. They treat you like you've been witty all your life. They MAKE you think differently. If you're relunctant to check out his fantasy Discworld books, get "Only You Can Save Mankind" or the "Diggers" Trilogy. I swear, they're awesome.

Shut up... I don't care what you think... Don't argue until you've picked up a book by Pratchett...

Nostalgia

2006-06-17T01:58:00.000-07:00

I'm never again, going to write about stuff that concerns "what happened to me today", well.... unless it concerns a really cool accident (yes accident, not incident)

I really miss those cartoons by WB and Disney... Not the modern ones like "house of mouse" or "animaniacs". I mean those really old ones. Those produced in the 1920's or so. That was the Golden Age of animation! The competition between Disney and WB spurned them on to produce their very best... You know what I'm talking about don't you? Elmer Fudd vs Bugs Bunny... Wile E. Coyote (Carnivarious vulgaris) getting whacked whenever he tries to devour Roadrunner (Accelerati incredibulus)... Daffy Duck abandoning his friendship with Bugs whenever his greed gets the better of him... (I'm not like the others! I can't stand pain!) Goofy trying to learn some new skill and in the process getting himself in loads of trouble and going "Ah hoo hoo hoo hoo hooey!" in the end.

Those were the real hardcore animaters... Frame by frame, no motion tweening nonsense. The top cartoon in the list of the Top 50 Cartoons ever made was actually a WB one... "What Opera, Doc?" starring, who else, but Bugs Bunny?!

I had always preferred the WB cartoons. The characters were always more ill-meaning. Disney's characters were more of the fun-loving sort. If they caused any trouble, it was usually due to their lack of knowledge or (in view of Goofy) pure clumsiness. I remember one Disney film where the trio (Mickey, Donald, Goofy) was trying to build a boat, and Goofy mistook the figurehead of the ship for a real woman, and flirted with it... Resulting in a close shave where he almost sat on a box of spilled nails.

WB's characters were ALWAYS more cynical. Coyote, trying to eat Roadrunner. Tom trying to dice Jerry. That big male chicken (I'm not saying big cock) pissing the hell outta that hound. Elmer Fudd trying to blow Bugs guts out. Martin Martian trying to vapourize Daffy.

I remember an episode where Daffy duck is a space explorer, and was given a mission to colonize, I think, Planet X. He doesn't know where it is, so he decides to go from Planet A, Planet B, onwards, and sure enough, there it was! I remembered in What's Opera, Doc? Elmer Fudd hunts Bugs, and Bugs dresses as a vivacious female. Elmer gets smitten, and they sing a love song hahahaha. Then Elmer realises he's been tricked and kills Bugs. When he realises what he's done, he gets really sad, and carries Bugs off. When they almost exited the stage, Bugs raises and shouts, "What do you expect in an opera? A happy ending?!"

I laughed my ass off. Those were the days... Nowadays they just try so hard to put in evil villians and end off with everyone laughing together...

Insanity? Or not?

2006-06-14T19:25:00.000-07:00

I was lying in bed last night and because I couldn't sleep, I thought about stuff, as I always do. I roved around several topics for a while, then I thought about insanity. I remembered one of my theories about madness: If a person is what "experts" say, insane, he'll either end up in a mental hospital, or becoming a genius.

I don't care what they say heh, Einstein is a crackpot. So is Hitler, and Stalin, and all those radicals out there. Most of em anyway... Hell, even J.K. Rowling's Dumbledore's like that. Either they end up doing prodigiously amazing things, or they behave irregularly, and we lock them up.

Who the hell are we to lock people up just because they behave differently. Hell, some of these supposedly insane people don't even act differently. They get locked up because they have "irregular brain-wave patterns". Who the hell are you to determine who is good enough for your society or not? Kinda Utopia-ish thinking if you ask me... I know that if they're not locked up or something they'll probably go around massacreing people in the streets, but it still seems wrong to put someone in a cushioned room and sew his sleeves together. Some of these people are detained just because they display a tiny bit of insanity. So they put him in and say "just in case".

Personally, I don't think there is insanity. Just people who think differently. If you realy think about it, this whole mental state of well-being thing only forces people to conform to the thoughts that is accepted in society. I don't know about you, but I often catch myself thinking of wildly extreme ideas, of which I'm not revealing, just in case anyone contacts Woodbridge. The word "insanity" forces people to stamp out radical ideas, I know from first hand experience. Not once have I thought to myself "Holy shit, I'm going mad." I don't suppose yesterday would be the last time I think that too.

I'm not an expert, I don't claim to be. I don't suppose I have seen the whole story to the concerns and issues regarding mental illness. Who cares anyway, just a thought.

Holy shit, I'm going mad.

Love is blind, when you're referring to Jeffrey

2006-06-12T08:16:00.000-07:00

Played badminton with ZX and Koon today. Bloody tiring, and I finally beat Koon. Then we went swimming. Or should I say "wading" since we were so tired and couldn't swim an inch if we tried to. We talked about girlfrends lol. ZX denied that he'll be getting a girlfriend soon, despite allegations from Jeffrey that he is extremely popular with the ladies in IJ. I'd bet Koon'll get one soon too. The only problem with him appearance wise is his height :X Wonder how Jeffrey always has a bloody girlfriend, I didn't know there were so many dumb girls in Singapore.

I was kind of surprised to find out our old gang of 5 is still lame as ever. Jeffrey's a bit hung over-ish, sleeping all the time. But still, he's lame alright.

Went to Sim Lim Square and I bought a new mouse. One that, unlike my previous one, doesn't "decelerate" or "accelerate" at its own free will. So I rushed home, and messed around with Fireworks for 3 hours, until I thought of drawing Nathan at age 12 and came up with this brilliant scribbly drawing with stippling shading. I can't upload it because this retarded Malaysian TMNet internet service won't let me do anything that involves high speed downloading or uploading...

Malaysia tak boleh

South East Asian Gamers are idiots!

2006-06-11T06:04:00.001-07:00

I'm craving for badminton... Someone play with me dammit! Zhong Xun and company refuses to come out, Koonsiang's got his leg problems, Jeffrey's always sleeping, Yihua always comes up with lameass excuses to get away, Shiquan's acting like a sissy and getting all beat about the bush-ish about his answers. Honestly people... What the hell has JC, and engineering done to you?

"dono lehz... i c later gt alot of ppl go... if not denn i dowan..."

You're starting to talk like bees dammit... Putting "z"'s behind every single sentence you say. I thought you guys knew better than that. Too much gaming with Singaporean gamers can spoil your creativity!

Great point... Singaporean gamers are morons in online games. You should see the community in Continuum. Witty, sharp and humourous, the lot of them. The vast majority of SEA-n gamers usually talk like this, the bold text is them (typos are purely intentional):

"u cb warior,dun ks la"

"Excuse me? What do you mean?"

"u stopid ah?i say don ks. later i call my guild come and ks u back then u noe"

"No really, speak properly, I don't understand what the hell you're trying to say."

"cb.. stil ks come more. i call my guild alr. you die"

"What? Sorry, I'm not fluent in gibberish."

"nabei. enuf hor. i want to level up"

Then sure enough, his whole gang turns up and starts swearing at me with short-formed hokkien profanities.

There are also, retards that prance around declaring their virginity, as well as their desire to lose it. Online. They use this "shout" function, where everyone in the game can see what you type (you have to pay to get it though). So they keep posting self-advertising messages. Stuff like:

"wei... looking for high-lvl bf worz. Above lvl 60 only plzzz... PM SwEeTgAlGaLz plz... ^^"

*PM stands for Private Message, & bf stands for boyfriend*

Retards. More than once have I tricked these young fools with raging hormones. I usually PM them with something like this.

"harlo. i'm a lvl 89 spearman. i wait for you in perion town square ok?"

So they get all excited and runs all the way there. Only to find my nametag under a miserable level 12 weakling with hardly any money. They'll get all angry and start showing the vulgar side to their otherwise "sweet" persona. I'll be standing there like a jackass with the smiley face on laughing at them.

Then there are the types who seemed to be complete idiots, and you have NO IDEA what the hell they're saying. You insult them and they get all mad and try to insult you back, but then again, you have no idea what the hell they're trying to say?

"can gib mi 90k ms plz?"

"What?"

"plzx givr mi mesoso

"What the hell are you saying?!"

u yidiot, i sau i wan sum mes

"Go away please, before I attempt to hit you with my blunt spear"

"shut up, or i kil u until u die"

o.O Lol. "I'll kill you until you die from it." Taking a tip from hotshots.

South East Asian Gamers are idiots!

2006-06-11T06:04:00.000-07:00

Around the corner

2006-06-10T09:02:00.000-07:00

The June break has arrived. I hate it when people use "around the corner". Because whenever someone uses that word on something I would look forward, it has an uncanny habit of slowing down to a point where any more slowing down would result in rewinding.

We got a 1200 word informative essay. Hell yeah... I can't wait for a HUGE essay. The ones where they let you write like 10k words or something like that... Sweet...

My brother's whipping his dog again. That's damn disturbing... The poor creature is whining and shrieking, the dog can't run cuz it's chained. The dog can't bite him back cuz if he does my brother will probably chop him up. Dammit, he's still hitting the dog! My heart just tears everytime I hear the whip sound... Sick bastard... Godammit, I ought to do something about it... DAMMIT, he's still hitting the poor thing. It doesn't get to walk around AT ALL, it's gets whipped everyday for nothing, it only eats half a bowl of dog food a day... The damn dog is being abused... My brother needs a new hobby. There are gymnasiums, and workout studios for exercising. You don't have to hit your dog to "whip" yourself into shape.

Dogs are amazing creatures. You can treat them like crap, and they'll still wag their tail at you and go "ha... ha... ha... ha...". Like my bro's dog... He deserves a better owner, he really does. Too bad these Malaysian ***** of *** ******* doesn't give a **** about animal rights and abuse. The majority of Malaysian pet owners are deprived **** of *******, they lock them up, chain them up (which makes them rush when they're released). Then when they rush around the yard, or they d their bussiness on your front porch because you can't afford a mini lavatory, you hit them. What the **** is your problem. If you can't handle a pet, don't keep one.

And I really feel like whacking those bastards who does horrible things to stray cats or dogs. E.g. spit, kick, beat with stick... etc... The bastard next door likes to kick stray dogs when they come too close. That's just sick..

L'Arc~en~Ciel ROCKS

2006-06-06T20:17:00.000-07:00

L'Arc~en~Ciel ROCKS! I know 3 songs probably isn't enough to really testify for their reliability as good musicians. BUT DUDE! THEIR SONGS ROCK! Especially Link. I don't care I'm going to get all their songs. Especially Hyde, the main vocalist on the band. His voice is awesome! L`ARC~EN~CIEL ROCKS!

Saw X Men III, disappointing I must say. Action was okay, but it overwhelmed the storyline totally. And Archangel didn't get any "moment", or should I say "airtime". All he did was save his father. The movie had to go down, why the hell diid the producers bring down Jean and Scott?! I should have watched Omen with the others. Jeann Grey displayed her fetish for landscaping houses, as commented by that dude on youtube. And Magneto displayed how that helmet makes him more moronic. He could have taken a damn boat, or told his army to stand on cars and float the whole lot there. But NO... He HAD to bend the whole goddamned Golden Gate Brige and create all this hoo ha over his magnetic abilities. And one more thing. What the fuck is up iwht Juggernaut being British?!
"D'you know oo' ah am? Ah'm the Juggernaut, bitch."
Yeah whatever, good for you "Juggernaut bitch"...

Oh well, watching bad movies only make the good ones better...

Speaking about movies. On the way back on the MRT, there was this malay asshole screaming at his wife. The moronic thing is that there were people all around, so it was reallly loud and retarded... The wife was trying to pacify 3 kids and there was the husband screaming his bloody throat off. Too bad Siraj only caught a bit of the drama. If this was in America or something the man would've probably get beat up really badly. Singapore... They don't even care... They just watch the action. If I was bigger I'd stand up and kick the autistic bastard's ass. Really pitied the wife. She''s probably gonna get a hurt real bad when they get home.

Nathan 1

2006-06-05T06:39:00.000-07:00

Nathan exhaled, his breath condensing in the below zero temperature. Explosions resonated through the city. The Gods were coming. Destroying everything in their way. They were coming. They were coming, for him.

Nathan inhaled. the air almost freezing his lungs. He dug his arms into the pockets of his cloak and fished for his gun. He felt cold metal, and pulled the weapon out. The weapon was casted in a glossy red metal which was not of this Earth. It was crudely fashioned, with obvious signs of neglect and mishandling. It was badly scratched as well. If one was to study the ancient contraption with care, he would notice fine markings of a no longer known language. The mysterious hieroglyphics tell a tale only known to the dead.

The dead, and maybe the Gods too.

Nathan looked at the gun fondly, and wrapped his pale fingers around the shaft. The bleak freeze of the metal struck him, and he shuddered. He started murmuring. In a tongue unknown to any other mortal that still walked.

"Reop liot ylike ashnazg, jortvz mortdz candunzt! GLONDOIKZ!"

As the words were spoken, Nathan's eyes glowed red, and the ground he stood on trembled. He screamed, as the ancient power flowed into him. Into his fingers, into his feet, into his nervous system, into his blood, into his very marrow. His coat ripped, and a pair of huge wings exploded from his back. He took off, leaving a flurry of feathers behind

JC Sucks

2006-06-05T06:16:00.000-07:00

It's surprising how some people take MCM for granted. Michael, especially... You skipped so many lessons dude! There are hundreds of people who clawed at NP's door just to get an interview! Honestly... It's not like we're cocky or anything. The fact is that MCM is a very comprehensive course.

I hate the way JC students look at me on buses and trains. They see you carrying a laptop, with no uniform. And they start looking down on you. You can tell by the way those uniformed bastards look at you. Many JC people carry this mentality that Poly students are below them. Last month I played badminton with Zhong Xun and his JC buddies. Z was good sport, as usual, but the others had this "you-suck-you-lowlife-poly-trash" look in their eyes. I almost got into a fight with one of them because he called me a poly-cibai. I would have whooped his ass anyway...

JC people are so typical. Most of them look alike... They just kinda fit into a group of "type A" teens. At Poly, I'm proud to say we have "type A-Z"... Who needs JC anyway. I could get into IJ if I wanted to, anyway.

Speaking of trash, Jeffrey's still the same... Hated by everyone... Social outcast... Too lame to fit in with regular people and a bit too silly to hang out with the ol' gang. I'm happy to say I still retain my lameness. I hope it never goes away.

My artistic flair is sapped. I can't draw anything now... Most I can do now is shitty faces with wrong proportions. I'm going to cheong my drawings during the break. If I can't draw properly, I might as well abandon Nathan's Wrath.

The horror!

First taste of the next three years

2006-06-01T08:48:00.000-07:00

School's horrible. They're stretching us so badly, I wouldn't be surprised if we end up 5 miles across and one millimetre thick by the end of the week. I have a feeling the lecturers planned for this week to be a "your first taste of a real week in MCM" kinda week. They are evil. They can give you close to nothing on some weeks, and then roll dozens of wheelbarrows of assignments the next week. Probably like a slap week. "Wake up shitheads. Honeymoon's over, get your ass on that chair and work!"

Our work for the week:
IS Essay
Writcom Test
Social Psych "surprise" quiz
Speech com Impromptu
Speech com Mnemonics
Writcom outlines
Social Psych human documentation project

Our soc psych project turned out really well, I must say. I was expecting that our project would turn out like the results you get when you try to make fire by rubbing two icicles together. A really big... uh... obstacle, yes, that's a good constructive word to use, would be the fact that the other 3 girls in my group are FRIGGIN' NUTS OVER SHOPPING! When we went to... uh... "town" (Orchard Road actually. I never knew people'll get so lazy as to invent a short form for Orchard Road), they actually spent. I dunno? An hour or so? Of the time we were supposed to BE DOING OUR WORK, trying on clothes! I stood outside the shop, leaning against the glass waiting for them. Because I'm such a nice guy and all.

This auntie, who had too much make-up on and I'm still trying to figure if she was really an auntie or an uncle who went to Thailand, came up to me and said.
"Ah boy ah, the glass can don't lean or not, I want to wipe"
I'd probably had given him... I mean her, a slap right there if I wasn't afraid I'd have my palm-full of make-up.

I miss Continuum...

2006-05-31T03:05:00.000-07:00

I miss continuum. For those of you who has no idea what Continuum is, it's a mass-multiplayer online game involving spaceships. It's been around for... I think 19 years. The game is simple, but it can get really sophisticated at times. I haven't played it since I got my Mac maptop, cuz Mac doesn't support the game. Heck I stil remember the ships!

1) Warbird- Fast, agressive, one shot kills, fast energy recharge
2) Javelin- A personal favourite. Defensive, bouncing bombs, ultimate tactical ship for pros
3) Spider- Low-energy consumption bullets, doing reasonable damage. Excellent for basing. If properly used, unbeatable against Warbirds.
4) Leviathan- Banned on basing arenas. The slowest ship, with huge inertia. Possesses the most powerful weapon in the game. When attached to a terrier, the duo is almost invincible.
5) Terrier- Unbeatable speed, sole attachable ship in Trench Wars. Imperative in basing. Teleportable too
6) Weasel- Only ship that can cloak. Although many weasel users prefer not to cloak nowadays. Non-cloak weasel pioneered by Junin
7) Lancaster- Ultimate noob ship. Multi shot is almost impossible to miss, does reasonable damage with reasonable energy consumption, and reasonable recharge rate.
8) Shark- Only ship in TW that can mine. A must for effective base defence and offense.

I miss the explosions, the drama, the times where you go on a killing spree and go "I PWN U, U UN1337 NOOBS!", the sound a warbird makes when it fires, the sound a Javelin's bomb produces when it hits the wall and bounces back. I miss the wonderful moments in Weasel, owning unsuspecting Warbirds with Cloak and Multishot. I miss ACRO IN TRIVIA! I miss holding down shift and zooming your way into the base whilst everyone misses you and starts complaining about lag. I miss flying my ship into the flag and turning it yellow. I miss the way your explosion flies after you are shot while travelling at full speed. I miss flying around Spiders and mocking them at they pour shot after shot at you with futile consequences. I miss manoeuvering around the four bullet multi-shot from Lancasters and laughing at their poor aim. I miss Warbird duels at bottom, left, and right safes. I miss flying a stealthed Leviathan up to the roof and scaring the shit outta everyone in the flag room. I miss hunting Leviathans in a cloaked Weasel. I miss guild tournaments, especially 4 vs 4 Javelin tourneys! I miss tking with a Javelin! I miss bouncing off walls and flying backwards with a terrier in flag room, picking off noob spiders and warbirds who underestimate you.

I MISS CONTINUUM! I MISS TRENCH WARS! I MISS SUBSPACE! Damn Priitk REFUSES to release a Mac version. I MISS THE GODDAMNED GAME! CONTINUUM! COME BACK TO ME!

Wow, talk about nostalgia...

Superficiality reigns

2006-05-28T08:47:00.000-07:00

Dude. For the last time I am NOT gay. I swear to god I'm going to kill the next person who says I'm gay. It's not that I don't like girls, but Singapore is too superficial a place. It seems like everyone is being judged by appearances. Talent, personality, wit, charm, they all seem to come second. Just my luck to be born in a body with a shitty face. Kinda sad, but it's the truth. Your appearance = your life (usually anyway, look at Patricia Mok)

Loads of stuff to do, damn lecturers are really stretching us. It's hard to take a break when you think about all the damn things you have to do...

Satisying my itch to write

2006-05-24T01:51:00.000-07:00

Working on my SCPSYCH assignment, I happened to stumble across an article about a 28 year old South Korean dying because he played too much games. So now we know, 50 hours of Starcraft is fatal. As an ex-game-addict, these incidents raise even my eyebrows. (My record of non-stop online gaming was 18 hours straight. I fainted when I got up to get a drink and I never played like that again)

It's easy to criticize these addicts. Because they act like idiots. But some games out there are genuinely addictive. The issue is extremely dire, but I don't think it's getting as much attention as it should. Sure, we come across these articles on the news, shake our heads and go "tsk". Sure, we can go on and on about how brainless these guys are. It's not entirely their fault the way I see it.

Most gaming addicts are "geeks" who are... lets say... "not that critical in fashion sense". They have extremely low self-esteem, because they usually harbour the mentality that people in real life wouldn't want to interact with them because of their looks. So they seek refuge on the virtual world. They're liberated from their thick iron chains which is their self perception. Their real identities fade, and they get a chance to live the life they want.

Many games are introducing marriage systems, which is another major draw factor for these socially deprived people. They get to flirt with the opposite gender (or the same), something they'll never have enough confidence to do in real life. They get a shot at relationships which they'll never have the confidence to pursue, they get a shot at being somebody, they get a shot at insulting people and not getting their ass kicked (if they did, it wouldn't hurt anyway). They get a shot to live another life. Games are still rather restricting, because you don't get to do EVERYTHING you want. You battle, you buy, you sell. You complete quests, you accumulate experience points to level up and enhance your spells and abilities. You earn, steal currency to purchase that wonderful Level 50 Dragon Sabre.

Their social lives revolve around a fantasy world where you're judged by your avatar, level, and status. Indeed, games are getting more sophisticated as attempts to emulate real life have been more and more sucessful with the lightspeed development of technology. We'll probably have games where you can do stuff like brushing your teeth in the mornings, forgetting to polish your shield and get a telling-off from the herald to running for president and going to the moon in the next few decades.

The MMORPG industry is booming at an alarming rate. Since the first MMORPG, Ultima Online's release in 1997. There are now thousands of MMORPG's today. Their success is enough evidence explaining MMORPGs' popularity.

Breather

2006-05-23T03:52:00.000-07:00

Cheers. 23rd May and I've cleared my top priority stuff... Although there's still preparation for IS essay, IAC Spies R Us, and SCPYSCH documentary. I'm gonna take a breather. It seems like everything is being done on a last minute basis. I suppose that's a lot better than scribbling frantically onto folscap in utterly illegible handwriting the last paragraph of your History homework while you're on bus 903.

Walking past a street busker just outside West Mall today, I noticed a blind dude doing his thang with the harmonica. He was pretty good, but I didn't have any spare change. They really should have EZ Link machines for street buskers. With buttons you press before you tap your card, deciding how much you want to "donate". Everytime you tap, the street buskers can collect the amount from the ticketing office. Hahahahahaha!

I'm starting to work out at the gym. I'll need to beef myself up if I want to continue parkour. Without gymnastics, I've become a scrawny little shrimp. Give me a few months heh... You'll see.

I've been assigned with the (probably) daunting task of designing the class tee-shirts. Still trying to sort out the rough edges. Stuff like whether to lay em out in a nice grid form, or just a cluttered group photo thing. My favourite idea would be to havee different shirts for everyone. So everyone gets a big space to show off their (hopefully) wonderful counterparts.

I haven't downloaded a new song for a week now. And I did so yesterday... I downloaded Shissou by Last Alliance, and UVERWORLD's Colours of the Heart. Ahhh... I've forgotten the wonderful sensation of listening to a fresh new song. It is awesome. I'm definitely a J-song nut now. I know this will probably produce boo's and hisses from many, but Japanese songs surpass English and Chinese songs by lightyears! Chinese songs should stop emulating songs by other cultures and try to craft their own unique style of music. I immediately turned off my radio when I heard Huang Li Hong's copy of African American rap...

Nathan's Wrath : The Trailer

2006-05-22T07:53:00.000-07:00

In the next few weeks, I'm going to be drawing out my official storyboard for "Nathan's Wrath".

For those of you who are wondering, I came about the concept of Nathan's Wrath a few months ago. It encompasses the tale of a young man, who resides in a realm which is much different from ours. The gods were cocky, arrogant bastards who abused their powers. They dealt out death lightly, and the people suffered. Nathan had no problem with the Gods. That is, until they killed his father and his mother, right in front of him. His parents were innocent people, whom the Gods decided to end. Nathan vowed revenge. He joined a secret organisation named "Divinity Execution Order" .

DEO recruited elite young men who were unparalleled in fields such as biomedical warfare, covert operations, technical engineering and much more. DEO aimed to topple the Gods, and bring an end to the terrible tyranny of the corrupt immortals. However, their operations were largely unsuccessful. In a total of 204 years, they have managed to execute one only single god, which happened only because of a unforeseen error by the Gods.

Nathan rose quickly through the ranks and, leading a team of 6, managed to execute a God with unprecedented skill and speed.

The God's were outraged. That was when they decided to bring out the big guns.

Anyway, that's how it's supposed to go, I've yet to come up with more stuff... The first episode alone is going to take months, maybe even a year to create. With the workload from MCM it ain't gonna help.

I'm working on the trailer first. In which I can get a feel for how I want the movie to be like.

Week 5, you bitch

2006-05-22T06:37:00.000-07:00

Cheers, week 5 has reared it's ugly head. Onward I charge, my bloodied sword shimmering. WHAM!

It's been 5 weeks, 5 long weeks of WRITCOM. We've learnt about paragraphs and those stupid little nuts and bolts of the English Language. We haven't had a chance to sit down and write a proper hardcore 2000 word essay! I'm ITCHING to write! ITCHING!

As the term progresses I have noticed my gradually... No hang on... My rapidly accelerating hatred for SCPSYCH. I can say a lot of things about how much I hate the bloody thing, but it would probably take too long and I'll get sued. They are making us... Never mind...

My aunt is really revving up her Nagomatic 2000. I never thought it was acutually possible, but she's almost as annoying as my mom. Living away from you parents really makes you miss home.

The teenage mind is such a bastard. When you're at home you can't wait to get out and have FREEDOM!!! But... Yes, there's a but. Once you live outside for a while, you actually start to miss home... (Yes, I can't believe I said that too)

I'm still kinda not fitting in and everything, because I catch myself holding back at times. Still kinda hesitant whether the class would find my sharp wit offending. Although I have to admit, they are quite an amazing bunch. Never, I repeat, never, has anyone invited me out to lunch or a gathering or something. And there they are. Hell, pardon the sweeping statement, I think they're the most awesome class I've had the chance of encountering. We go for lunch together (usually), and the most awesome thing about going out to lunch as a huge mob is that you get to make a huge din in restaurants, and you get these uncles and aunties giving you the corners eyes and the tsk's. And you don't have to care! Guess it's impossible to go incognito with a class like that.

"Clean your room, sweep the floor"
"When the aircon's on, please shut your door"
Parents are sometimes such a bore,
They make you whine, and say "No more!"

But have you ever pondered,
really sit down and wonder,
how good our lives would be,
without them, without a family.

You call yourself a grown up,
you tell them to shut the hell up,
you think you're the boss,
you think you lay the laws.

Your mother, she huffs and puffs,
to conceive you, she's been so tough.
Your dad, he works his ass off,
to pay the fees when you've got a cough.

I can't think of anymore for now... I'm just quenching my desires to rhyme.

Daily Crap Submission

2006-05-05T04:24:00.000-07:00

I downloaded a couple of tracks by Gorillaz, namely "Clint Eastwood" and "Feel Good Inc." . I used to think that Gorillaz snagged the titles of because there were so few animated bands around. I was proven very wrong... They bloody well deserve it! I was impressed by Clint Eastwood in paticular... The mood was totally there! They had sound effects of earth crumbling and eerie-ness in the background. Listening to it, first thing that came to my mind... Cemetary... Sillhoutte of a huge crypt in the background... Full moon in the back, with swirling mist... Festering hands emerging from beneath the earth and writhing in agony... Awesome... just awesome...

Gorillaz... I'm gonna check out their albums, look out for them...

I need a bloody printer... We are expected to print out everything that the lecturers post on MeL (Which is a hell lot of pages and a waste of time, ink, energy and electricity if you ask me) I haven't got a printer for my Mac, so I tend to shrink whenever lecturers tell us to take out the notes that were posted online. Terence is getting me one, but he seems to be taking his own sweet time...

I got into badminton... Although I don't really consider myself "in" until I get into the competitive squad. I hope the freshmen aren't as adept as me... I'd like to train my ass off and pwn Koon Siang the next time we uh... cross uh... rackets? Anyway, training begins tomorrow and they'll be sorting out the "Play for fun" and the "We are good enough to kick ass so we'll compete with other schools"... I really really really reallly hope I get in... So I can laugh in Yihua's face... He doesn't think I'm really that good... (then again, no one really thinks I'm that good) Cuz I look scrawny... Or nerdy or something, everyone assumes I suck at sports...

t(-_-t) Cheers dudes! Let's all hope your day ain't as shitty as the ones in my life

Penile Woes

2006-04-29T05:10:00.000-07:00

No! Not me. A friend told me about this dude in Singapore who apparently pulled the plug (suicide) because he thought his man organ wasn't up to grade. I know what you're all thinking, I'm probably yanking yer chain or something. But lol, according to Jeffrey, it's true.

First thing that came to my mind: "That is the stupidest reason for suicide I've ever heard of" I mean... I understand if people kill themselves because of family difficulties, or strees in school, and even a bad report card. BUT COME ON PEOPLE!!! You killed yourself because your **** is too small?! I know this is a blog and I really shouldn't go overboard, especially with the strict rules and stuff. But dude! That is so bloody stupid isn't it?! We have people who have their ****'s ripped off by Grizzly bears and they're hopping around (in high-pitched voices of course) screaming, "I'm ALIVE!" And here we have this guy who went over the edge because he thought it was too small!

According to Jeffrey (an unreliable source if you ask me), a doctor uh... examined the guy and said that his organ was actually adequately sized... So... Either the poor boy has liars for friends or his friends have incredibly large ****s...

Poor boy... Wonder how he's going to explain to God (I'm not implying any religion, so please don't spam my email).

"Reason for suicide?"

"Uh... Er... Below par penile organ..."

-_-" Let's not go there.

I really want to talk about the Big Rally thing, but if I do i'll probably write too much and get a lawsuit filed against me. So I'm not even going to try...

Cheers

Prologue

2006-04-28T07:01:00.000-07:00

Aight... Blogger up... What the hell am I doing anyway? No one reads this shit... Ah heck...

Okay guys (and by "guys" I mean you imaginary people whom I made up to read my blog). Cheers... Right now my brother is probably playing some wild and primal game with his girlfriend as she is screaming bloody loud... It's a surprise my lens ain't cracking. If you find me interesting (quite a big feat if you ask me), you get 5 minutes of how a bloody cynic looks at the world. I usually talk about nonsense... Scoping in anything from politics and daily life to the downright stupid things in life (easily my favourite topic). You also get 5 minutes of non-stop railing and ranting on everything I hate about my life (also another favourite topic). AS WELL as stuff that doesn't actually make people cringe... So don't worry, I always leave a small percentage for normal stuff...