I am going to write a beautiful story.
A few months into the year he knew he had made a mistake, and he did the worst thing you can do when you make a mistake.
He ignored it.
Pride, Willfulness, Obstinacy. He simply refused to bow to Shame and continued as if everything was just so wonderful.
A year into Sin, the pain began to set in, so bad it will leave scars. He contemplates again to jump Titanic, but the chill of the sea made him rethink. Out of nothing but sheer cowardice, he remained on board.....
One day he looked around, and saw the smiles on everyone else. It was like a hammer hitting a raw nerve as the flashbacks of the mask of joy he wore. It was like everything else but him was falling into place.... he was falling out.
Then came the undeniable question that some bright spark asked, igniting the gas laying in slumber for a year. It torched him with a burning question.. "What are you doing?"
As if burnt from the heat, he awakens, and the ivory mask shatters. The smile fades and the sting of Reality sets in. Suddenly, he realises is back where he began... L.O.S.T
For a few days, it was a blood moon as days turned to nights, and nights became longer nights. He was like a living zombie, perhaps not even living, but surviving. They call this the melancholy of a shattered dream.
Then, it struck him... A seemingly crazy idea, but it struck him anyway. What if... just what if... he turned back? He had only been with Sin for a year now. Yea, people might jaunt him. But what if he really did it? Would he have chosen the lesser of two evils?
He wrote to the head of Sin, and the reply he got paralleled that of the devil's advocate...
"You still have half a year left with us, even if you turn back... you have to finish your pact"
The mortification certainly was intense... One + Half years... wasted with Sin... This would clearly be a breaking point in his smooth sail.. It would transcend him behind those who were caught in the storm of last summer.... those who only were only 12 months captive.
At a loss for a words, and a loss of will, the days of a zombie returned. He probably hasnt truly smiled for close to a week now. Even his mother whom didnt know what he was Sin-ing in realised.
The key was clear now..... either he'd turn back, and waste a significant portion of his youth... or he could gamble... that he would rewire Titanic's fate..
He finally realised a few months folly could cost him so much.....it was precisely the reason why blind people would leap into canyons.
Again, he chose neither......
At the end of the day, he isn't really is strong as some people think he is. False Pretence does come with with a long price tag.
What else can you say? weakling
Today, he finally got inspired... For so long as his wretched life stank, no teacher ever taught what he could learn today.
"To succeed, you must be passionate in what you do"
"What happens to those who can't find their passion?"
"There's no one with no passion, its simply because they haven't found theirs"
For the first time in his life, he was totally silenced........ Like as shedded shell, there was just nothing to be said. The silence, was not but golden, but deafening.
suchtruthsuchlogicsuchsensesuchinfallibitysuchrighteousnesssuchsimplicity
All in one sentence.
It didnt even take him a few nanos to realise:
He hasn't seen clouds that dont make rain
And he was right all along, there was no need for a bible... for he had already found a living testament.
Chalet, nsrcc
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A four day chalet. This also happens to have the most number of people.
Day 1
Met at Giant to get stuff. The rate we were grabbing things off the shelves made it look like there was a global nuclear embargo. So many items, infact, the barcode scanner spoilt, maybe we're just too good? *does the quanie just too good*
Brian is a one-of-a-kind person. He silently goes into the kitchen and opens a bottle of whiskey. Then he comes out with a cup in his hand. Minutes later, he goes back in for more. I sensed something was wrong, so I asked him..
" Brian, how many cups liao? "
" One lah..."
Clearly something was wrong. Either our Black label evaporates faster then others or Brian was lying. 1/4 of the bottle was missing... LOL
It wasnt long before Brian went back into a kitchen. Suddenly a loud "PIANG" was heard...
Next thing I heard justin shouting
" BRIAN BROKE THE TEQUILA "
Everyone rushed in to see Brian with the head of the tequila bottle and a bleeding leg. He DROPPED the tequila. The whole kitchen stank of tequila.
Next thing we know he goes on like..
" Omg, HL I'm sorry! I feel damn bad "
" You have to like sell iPhones to buy the tequila!"
HAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA
Then he starts singing and rapping out porn star's names, including juicy content like:
"NO! Thats not DAWN......I know because j... *Censored*"
Day 2
Followed Fat,Nat and ca to Fred Perry to change his shirt size.
Kind of makes you wonder how some people can charge like two hundered dollars just by putting one Prima Deli logo on the shirt.
Then we talk about things like Lacoste and Crocodile. Does the direction of that crocodile matter? Point left point right?
Proceeded to IKEA later to find wooden planks. The plan was simple:
1) Buy wood
2) Build raft
3) Sail out and get arrested by coast guard
I might officially be IKEA's dumbest customer when I asked the salesman:
"Erm, what kind of your wood floats the best?"
He replys that their wood never come into contact with water. LOL
Sadly, IKEA overcharges for the very same wood I could steal from some random bangala. So we left... However, as consolation we bought a huge umbrella as a sail.
Next stop was Giant... we were there not to buy stuff, but take cardboard boxes so we could build the raft. Cannot believe we had to resort to this LOL.
Yeap. We are poor
It was already night by the time we reached the chalet, and we began to build a prototype and assemble the raft.
Day 1
Met at Giant to get stuff. The rate we were grabbing things off the shelves made it look like there was a global nuclear embargo. So many items, infact, the barcode scanner spoilt, maybe we're just too good? *does the quanie just too good*
For your own safety, some obscene content has been removed to prevent retina bleeding.
It was as usual we arrived early to the chalet. The scent and view of it almost transcended a year back into time, it was as if nothing has changed.
Dusk falls. People flock in for the BBQ food. There were roughly twenty odd of us waiting to eat. I did my best to help cook the food,
I played mahjong.
Sweating by the BBQ pit was Hsien Zhe. Its amazing how u can get slave labour with a can of insecticide. If he was bbqing any slower I swear I would have sprayed the insecticide on him.
It wasn't long before the alcohol came out. I am proud to say I have great friends that love me and deal me great cards that entitle me to free vodka... thrice.in.a.row
Brian is a one-of-a-kind person. He silently goes into the kitchen and opens a bottle of whiskey. Then he comes out with a cup in his hand. Minutes later, he goes back in for more. I sensed something was wrong, so I asked him..
" Brian, how many cups liao? "
" One lah..."
Clearly something was wrong. Either our Black label evaporates faster then others or Brian was lying. 1/4 of the bottle was missing... LOL
It wasnt long before Brian went back into a kitchen. Suddenly a loud "PIANG" was heard...
Next thing I heard justin shouting
" BRIAN BROKE THE TEQUILA "
Everyone rushed in to see Brian with the head of the tequila bottle and a bleeding leg. He DROPPED the tequila. The whole kitchen stank of tequila.
Next thing we know he goes on like..
" Omg, HL I'm sorry! I feel damn bad "
" You have to like sell iPhones to buy the tequila!"
HAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA
Then he starts singing and rapping out porn star's names, including juicy content like:
"NO! Thats not DAWN......I know because j... *Censored*"
Day 2
Followed Fat,Nat and ca to Fred Perry to change his shirt size.
Kind of makes you wonder how some people can charge like two hundered dollars just by putting one Prima Deli logo on the shirt.
Then we talk about things like Lacoste and Crocodile. Does the direction of that crocodile matter? Point left point right?
Proceeded to IKEA later to find wooden planks. The plan was simple:
1) Buy wood
2) Build raft
3) Sail out and get arrested by coast guard
I might officially be IKEA's dumbest customer when I asked the salesman:
"Erm, what kind of your wood floats the best?"
He replys that their wood never come into contact with water. LOL
Sadly, IKEA overcharges for the very same wood I could steal from some random bangala. So we left... However, as consolation we bought a huge umbrella as a sail.
Next stop was Giant... we were there not to buy stuff, but take cardboard boxes so we could build the raft. Cannot believe we had to resort to this LOL.
Yeap. We are poorIt was already night by the time we reached the chalet, and we began to build a prototype and assemble the raft.
This makes titanic look like a paper boat.
As you can see, every INCH is wrapped in tape. It took us a whole hour and 5 rolls of masking tape to do it. We ran a quick beta-test in the swimming pool after dark. LOL
Day 3
The day of reckoning has come. As the fans came to bid farewell.
Captain Nat and under his umbrella
Our slaves helped us to board the ship, as our on-board technician lele helps with the umbrella.
The one in blue is the lowest class
My fans left me a touching message. I almost cried and swam back to shore.
Aww.... so sweet.
Lost at sea...
Voyage Log:
1m - Captain Nat and I paddle hard against the currents, struggling to break water.
2m30s - We opened the umbrella to catch the wind, but it seemed like there was only a breeze
5m - Waves are getting stronger, I sturggle to balance the raft
6m30s - Things aren't looking good..... Water is already up to our waist...
10m - Captain Nat tries to be funny and inverts the umbrella on the water, then proceeds to try to stand
10m30s - Captain Nat fails and falls into the water, however, he swiftly climbs back up
12m - Water reaches our chest.... We pray for the best...
14m - The seasickness is hitting Nat, he loses his sanity and starts stabbing the umbrella to sink the ship
15m - Our parrot lele chirps from shore, helping us to find the wind direction
17m - The bird's efforts seem to be working... we are moving further from shore..
20m - The ship seems to be tearing apart... water is reaching our necks...
22m - The ship is 80% submerged in water... I give up... ABANDON SHIP!!
23m - Captain Nat is still on board, he seems to be like Titanic's Captain...
25m - We successfully free two floats from the sinking raft and paddle back to shore...
28m - We havent moved even a few metres from the raft.... the current... too huge...
32m - One big wave comes in.. water snorts up my nose. *cough* *ack*
35m - Shore seems still far away.... my arms are already numb...
42m - Finally, we reach shore... exhausted..
Fans rush eagerly to congratulate our success.... We know we're just too good?!
*does the quanie just too good*
Too good?!?
DOTI CRIES. YES!
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This post is solely to glorify my acheivement.
9 words, 16 hour, doti cries.
YES! BEAT THAT BRIAN!
AND I DIDNT EVEN HAVE TO TOUCH HER.
PS: + free ice cream! Dont think I'll ever forget doti...
9 words, 16 hour, doti cries.
YES! BEAT THAT BRIAN!
AND I DIDNT EVEN HAVE TO TOUCH HER.
PS: + free ice cream! Dont think I'll ever forget doti...
Power Outage
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Yesterday happened to be a rather lucky day for me, so I shall recall its events.
Awoke in the at about noon time, when suddenly remembered had to meetup with this guy to trade him his two phones. It was still early, so I thought maybe could still play a round or two of dota.
Just when it was about to start, this loud "VROOOOM" came out.
My room has a total of 3 PCs running concurrently at any one time, + a fan. So the drastic decrease in amplitude makes the sound like that of an inverse of a roaring plane, almost like the detonation of an EMP.
I stared blankly at my monitor... which stared blankly back at me.
Power trip?
Went to check the fuses, nothing tripped. Double checked the lights, not working.
It took a full fifteen minutes for me and neighbours to realise the whole block had a power outage.
Then I realised, omg, time to deal with the guy. Took the phones, then pressed the lift button.
For the first time, I saw three lifts, all the LCD displays... blank.
HL BWGx
208 steps, I counted it all......................
The only other time I climbed all 13 floors, BAREFOOTED, was about 3 years back. When 500 dollars disappeared infront of my door.
It kinda makes you wonder a city like Singapore, will we survive the absence of voltage? I mean think about it, the first thing I thought of when I realised the power isnt going to come on for sometime was my handphone. How long will the battery last?
I mean picture this, life will almost be back to kampung days should SP decide to call a strike union. While JC ppl can continue to cry and attend their nerd lessons. Poly ppl conveniently forget to charge their laptops.
Come to realise, if everything that requires a V in the equation to work comes to naught, its as good as an island of 4 million starving people. I will be the first to sell recipies for bone marrows.
Then comes the evening.
It was a typical MSN convo, when I realised my S.E wont charge. For S.E owners you must already be familiar with the art of plugging in the charger at different angles and strength. It just so happens my cool charger wont supply VOLTS, I swear I plugged it in and out so many times that it can be considered sex.
Once upon a midnight dreary,
While I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious fix for my S.E's fault
While I nodded, neck perspiring,
Suddenly, there came a beeping,
A beeping on my MSN door.
"'Tis some visitor?" I muttered,
Only that and nothing more.
Deep into the night I went fixing,
Fixing the my S.E's unfixable flaw,
Suddenly, there came a beeping,
In the darkness I stood staring, staring at my PC's log.
My eyes widened, for tis's no ordinary log!
It was like screams echoing from the toture hall
"Imposssible!" I uttered.
May'b its nothing but the alcohol!
Gasping and panting, I looked once more.
Clearly now, its' truth like a lore.
I stumbled quickly to hit the keys
But it was too late, I collapsed to my knees.
" NOOOOOO, SURELY THIS CANNOT BE!!"
How could they even think of putting me a frame!?
Quoth the MSN: You can blame.
What's the best thing? Next morning, the S.E comes alive. 750 dollars down the drain....
Awoke in the at about noon time, when suddenly remembered had to meetup with this guy to trade him his two phones. It was still early, so I thought maybe could still play a round or two of dota.
Just when it was about to start, this loud "VROOOOM" came out.
My room has a total of 3 PCs running concurrently at any one time, + a fan. So the drastic decrease in amplitude makes the sound like that of an inverse of a roaring plane, almost like the detonation of an EMP.
I stared blankly at my monitor... which stared blankly back at me.
Power trip?
Went to check the fuses, nothing tripped. Double checked the lights, not working.
It took a full fifteen minutes for me and neighbours to realise the whole block had a power outage.
Then I realised, omg, time to deal with the guy. Took the phones, then pressed the lift button.
For the first time, I saw three lifts, all the LCD displays... blank.
HL BWGx
208 steps, I counted it all......................
The only other time I climbed all 13 floors, BAREFOOTED, was about 3 years back. When 500 dollars disappeared infront of my door.
It kinda makes you wonder a city like Singapore, will we survive the absence of voltage? I mean think about it, the first thing I thought of when I realised the power isnt going to come on for sometime was my handphone. How long will the battery last?
I mean picture this, life will almost be back to kampung days should SP decide to call a strike union. While JC ppl can continue to cry and attend their nerd lessons. Poly ppl conveniently forget to charge their laptops.
Come to realise, if everything that requires a V in the equation to work comes to naught, its as good as an island of 4 million starving people. I will be the first to sell recipies for bone marrows.
Then comes the evening.
It was a typical MSN convo, when I realised my S.E wont charge. For S.E owners you must already be familiar with the art of plugging in the charger at different angles and strength. It just so happens my cool charger wont supply VOLTS, I swear I plugged it in and out so many times that it can be considered sex.
Once upon a midnight dreary,
While I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious fix for my S.E's fault
While I nodded, neck perspiring,
Suddenly, there came a beeping,
A beeping on my MSN door.
"'Tis some visitor?" I muttered,
Only that and nothing more.
Deep into the night I went fixing,
Fixing the my S.E's unfixable flaw,
Suddenly, there came a beeping,
In the darkness I stood staring, staring at my PC's log.
My eyes widened, for tis's no ordinary log!
It was like screams echoing from the toture hall
"Imposssible!" I uttered.
May'b its nothing but the alcohol!
Gasping and panting, I looked once more.
Clearly now, its' truth like a lore.
I stumbled quickly to hit the keys
But it was too late, I collapsed to my knees.
" NOOOOOO, SURELY THIS CANNOT BE!!"
How could they even think of putting me a frame!?
Quoth the MSN: You can blame.
What's the best thing? Next morning, the S.E comes alive. 750 dollars down the drain....
9th of march.
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Remember Pan's Labrynith?
He smashed his watch, so his son would know his exact time of death, 22:09
Its been a full year..... my watch has finally started ticking again.
This time, its alright, i'll give my gun away when its loaded (:
Finally, I can let go.
He smashed his watch, so his son would know his exact time of death, 22:09
Its been a full year..... my watch has finally started ticking again.
This time, its alright, i'll give my gun away when its loaded (:
Finally, I can let go.
mas selamat
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Usually I have a problem waking up, because there seems to be no alarm clock thats loud enough. What makes this whole thing queer is that whenever an SMS comes, I automatically awaken.
So today what greeted me was not some lame text, but a picture of a man. This instantly caught my attention. "Mas Selemat bin Kasatri, please call 999 if you see him".
This should be the final straw to demonstrate why our local police agency is like Mars. Intelligent lifeform is absent.
I was having this really casual talk over lunch with my mum when the subject of this man came into the crossfire. Much as I'd like to call it casual talk, it is really an exchange of argumentation, anymore intent to be considered smear campaign.
Call me hero, but I'm one of the few media students that dont even give my daily time to the media, that means I do not read newspapers. Clearly, when I got my content feed from her, it made the whole thing sound ridiculously absurd.
First, a half-handicapped man manages to escape from a high security detention compound leaving almost no traces. This is obviously an inside job. I do not see him having ability to scale 3 metre high walls with his limping leg.
Next, the media unleashes the truth. (or what WE think is true) This inturn generates fear, and the competence of the SPF is put on trial.
The third intelligent move will be to put road-blocks and begin to check. No doubt this hinders the terrorist, but you also hinder the rest of your citizens.
The final straw comes with this MMS. Bet your house on it, "999" is going to be the next hotline. Everyone will think they have seen a terrorist.
Nothing sounds wrong? Now, I just want you to think... think really hard. If YOU were a terrorist. What will you do?
Ask me. First thing I'd do is to generate fear, and that's already being done for me by the SPF.
Fear controls the crowd. It is what keeps you, me and everyone else in check. Look back in history, the most powerful rulers reigned with an iron fist. Fear is terrorism feeds on. If everyone walked into the MRT not giving a damn about it blowing up, I do not see a point in them massacring to get front page news. Everyday Mas Selmat makes headlines, this saves JI some really good money. Advertising is getting competitive nowadays.
Next. I will keep the SPF busy, while waiting for the hype to die down.
Now clearly this has also already been done for me. You will less officers on the road and more of them on the phone. Anymore of these MMS being sent out and you probably can have a chat line.
"Hi, I'm ASP Wong, have you ALSO seen Mas?"
Besides being a nuisance to the general public, do you think that incredible spot-check along roads is of use? Any terrorist that has ability to Michael Scofield certainly will not be retarded enough to be caught in your regular roadblock. What you will find is probably a driver and a bottle of whiskey in his hand.
Racism aside, the next thing you will come to realise that putting a picture of him is no good idea. This being that his skin colour and facial features happen to correspond with one of the minority races amongst our multi-racial nation.
Someone's dad will not be coming home for Nasi Lemak tonight. I told him that goatee was a no-no.
Imagine imagine. You have a sick mouse amongst many others in your cage.
Do you sweep your hand, grab a few to examine? Or would you rather look and tell which one's not moving normally?
So today what greeted me was not some lame text, but a picture of a man. This instantly caught my attention. "Mas Selemat bin Kasatri, please call 999 if you see him".
This should be the final straw to demonstrate why our local police agency is like Mars. Intelligent lifeform is absent.
I was having this really casual talk over lunch with my mum when the subject of this man came into the crossfire. Much as I'd like to call it casual talk, it is really an exchange of argumentation, anymore intent to be considered smear campaign.
Call me hero, but I'm one of the few media students that dont even give my daily time to the media, that means I do not read newspapers. Clearly, when I got my content feed from her, it made the whole thing sound ridiculously absurd.
First, a half-handicapped man manages to escape from a high security detention compound leaving almost no traces. This is obviously an inside job. I do not see him having ability to scale 3 metre high walls with his limping leg.
Next, the media unleashes the truth. (or what WE think is true) This inturn generates fear, and the competence of the SPF is put on trial.
The third intelligent move will be to put road-blocks and begin to check. No doubt this hinders the terrorist, but you also hinder the rest of your citizens.
The final straw comes with this MMS. Bet your house on it, "999" is going to be the next hotline. Everyone will think they have seen a terrorist.
Nothing sounds wrong? Now, I just want you to think... think really hard. If YOU were a terrorist. What will you do?
Ask me. First thing I'd do is to generate fear, and that's already being done for me by the SPF.
Fear controls the crowd. It is what keeps you, me and everyone else in check. Look back in history, the most powerful rulers reigned with an iron fist. Fear is terrorism feeds on. If everyone walked into the MRT not giving a damn about it blowing up, I do not see a point in them massacring to get front page news. Everyday Mas Selmat makes headlines, this saves JI some really good money. Advertising is getting competitive nowadays.
Next. I will keep the SPF busy, while waiting for the hype to die down.
Now clearly this has also already been done for me. You will less officers on the road and more of them on the phone. Anymore of these MMS being sent out and you probably can have a chat line.
"Hi, I'm ASP Wong, have you ALSO seen Mas?"
Besides being a nuisance to the general public, do you think that incredible spot-check along roads is of use? Any terrorist that has ability to Michael Scofield certainly will not be retarded enough to be caught in your regular roadblock. What you will find is probably a driver and a bottle of whiskey in his hand.
Racism aside, the next thing you will come to realise that putting a picture of him is no good idea. This being that his skin colour and facial features happen to correspond with one of the minority races amongst our multi-racial nation.
Someone's dad will not be coming home for Nasi Lemak tonight. I told him that goatee was a no-no.
Imagine imagine. You have a sick mouse amongst many others in your cage.
Do you sweep your hand, grab a few to examine? Or would you rather look and tell which one's not moving normally?
the one about parents
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Back from a personal record of 2 movies in a day, outside. 12 bucks.
Went to collect my gold coin which I managed to cheat from some stupid NETS game called "Roll in the Gold". Well, the coin's worth like 550 bucks, so its worth my time. Clearly, I was wrong.
10A Institution Hill, does ring a bell? No. No one even has an idea where the hell this place is. I got off Clarke Quay MRT and asked the Passenger Service staff, no one knew shit about this place and the lady even looked at me and give me a "Sorry, I can't help you" like I'm asking her for directions to Santa's House.
Next, the taxi driver. I got into the cab and read the place out to the uncle. He turned around and looked at me, as If I was naming a newly constructed road. " .... what tuition road? " he repeated in Hokkien. Seeing this was a gone case I called CA. After swerving the car for about 15 minutes, finally managed to find the place.
And If you thought this was some royal, stamford-raffles shit, boy you are wrong. Firstly the place looks like some old china shop house with new paint. Its mix of colours and architecture manage to completely obliterate traces of its origins. Walking in, I see computers all around, first impression: lanshop.
Then I see thick specs behind the computers. Second Impression: Nerd-house. Finally the lady handed me my prize. Opening it, I was just appalled. The coin.... is like twenty cent size, and only weighs 8g....
After the movies, went home, when a interesting topic was raised, at least for me. Not that I'm being subject specific, but is just that you manage to invoke thoughts which have laid in slumber within me.
Problems with parents, raise your hands. I'm sure almost everyone here has, well or have had (Problem with kids? you shouldn't be reading this)
Anyway, it just makes me ponder how many individuals surrounding me are unable to effectively cohabit with their creators. It just deeply saddens me when people like *couGH*KUNGE *ACK* , resort to blackmailing their mothers for money to mop the floor. Then there are those who clearly feel that the nurses swapped their birth tags with a more unlucky newborn because theres just no way they belong where they are.
I mean, some people say their guardians suffocate them of freedom, are restrictive and want to have a say in almost everything they do. Few even bother to consider the reason for this before distributing blame. (AH BLAME)
Yea, call me born with a silver spoon with no strings attached, my parents are understanding yours are not blahblah *insert excuses and more blame here* I mean come on, seriously? -.-
Obviously, parental controls are not superfluous, they do have their set of intentions in mind, the trouble comes when you dont see it. The bigger malice manifests when you perceive their goodwill in an ill manner. It is said, one of the best gifts another can get is the gift of sight. Although in reality that means something stupid like spectacles or a retina transplant, you get what i mean. When you see things through eyes not of your own, then will you understand.
Then come those who deny all responsibility and declare it is the fault of the misunderstanding parent. Yea, for your age you may not be getting enough independence, but please consider. Trust, very much like respect, its not of a divine birth right, you earn it. If you intend to lie to them, and expect them to trust you, then I'm sure by reading this sentence you see flaw in your logic. As the saying goes, "be the change you want to see in the world", do not expect others to take the first step. If you want to be trusted and treated like a mature individual, then act and behave like one first.
If you think you do not belong to the above scenarios, after very very very careful consideration, then I think you must have parents who are truly not meticulous to your needs. Be sure to consider if you really fall into this category as it is often human nature to self-exonerate.
There's a happy and sad truth for individuals whom fall into this category. The euphoria is that you are perfect and you have done nothing wrong. The sad fact is that the previous statement was a lie.
Lets face it, its life. If you're born here, then you can do one of two things, whine or try.
Remember the story of the two mice whom fell into the bowl of batter? Both mice struggled to keep afloat, for they would drown if they did not. The first mice quickly saw the future of his futile attempts and quickly gave up. Naturally, he drowned. The second mice kept kicking in the batter so hard for so long that he eventually churned it into butter, then proceeding to climb out of the bowl.
So heres the question, which mouse are you?
Then, of course there are those who claim to be the second mouse, but complain that their batter is expired, because it dosent turn into butter no matter how hard they churn.
A dictionary will tell you, stupidity is an object or act of being stupid. Einstein will tell you "The definition of stupidity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results".
Do not be ridiculous. If you fail to get what you want, trying again only defines your stupidity. I'll quote you a legendary example which I'm still surprised they have not engraved to immortalise: curfews. If your dad says 12am, coming come Cinderella is not going to make your curfew or your dad go away. For a change, try coming home on time and staying off the hook for a while. After he feels you are matured enough to self-restrict maybe he'll give you leeway.
In this world, there are many problems. However, there are also many solutions. There exists no lock that only one key can open.
Theres more. Some people do not seem to be able to get what they want even after the above. Then, it can mean one of two things. Either:
a) You trying to turn me christian
b) You need communication modules.
A. Somehow I feel that statement is self-explanatory, however, others dont think so. So allow me to elaborate. Do not ask for mountains of gold, or the stars above. Your dad is not Superman. Unreasonable demands of course will be met by unreasonable retorts. Do not compare your friend's freedom with yours, because if you do, also compare your height, weight, 8-birth characters, karma, tao, blahblah. Please understand. You may be born into a family with different culture tolerance. Some old school parents still are stick in the mud about their beliefs, and sometimes there is little you can do. But question is, like the mice, would you prefer 0 or 0.1?
B. You obviously talk a duck and no one understands you. This might seem materialistic, but your ability to get what you want, most of the time is directly proportionate to your art of argumentation. If you cant put your point across dont expect others to understand. Or else try teaching your dog to spell. The correct word here is "ask", although its definition is to debate. Argue, not with your mouth, but your brain. Do not blabber nonsense. If you really can reason out their flaws, there is really little they can say to support their decision.
Lastly, if you think you've managed to accomplish everything, but you still are stuck in a unfavourable position, then too bad, but realise most of the time, you are in a haste and probably do not even comprehend half of what I've typed. The word here is "COMPREHEND". If all else fails, then it suckstobeyou.
**** Parents ****
Somehow, by luck or chance, or something they call "fate", if you have offspring you are reading these very words then this portion might open your eyes further.
I've always been a problem when it comes to respect, especially to seniors. It is too for a very simple reason, and that is a truth that I've believed all my life.
Respect is not a birth right, its something you EARN.
Look, if you are going to talk to your son or daughter and expect them to comply with everything just because they are your children, I'd suggest you rear pigs instead. It is part of human nature to defy and what you have here is not a slave but a child. Also, whats you have omitted in the fine print when deciding to have a child is that besides food, water and sunlight,a child needs understanding, love and self-actualization.
You need to talk sense with your child, not authority. Using the line "Because I am your DAD" or "Because I said so" may seem to win you an argument. Do realise in reality the victory was but fantasy and you have but proved your incompetence to reason and ultimately that makes you, of course, a unreasonable parent. He/She may comply, but beware of the hidden dagger and the fake smile. You are forging a deadly vendetta.
Spare the rod, spoil the child. However, hit him too hard, and its not only your cane thats going to snap. Bouncing a ball harder is not going to keep it still. Where brawn has failed, kindly try to use the brain. Talking sometimes works.
Sometimes, you may think you know whats best for your child. It dosen't neccessarily mean you are correct. A high paying job? Is that what you your child wants? Or what you want? If your child, even after your zenith attempt to persuade, has your advice fallen on deaf ears, do not be quick blame on him/her or even your spouse. If you are looking for the culprit all you need to do is to find a mirror.
"天底下没有教不好的孩子, 只有不会教的父母"
It is true with age comes experience. You may be older, wiser, and have eaten more salt then us, rice. However, learning is a lifelong experience, as much as I believe a teacher can teach me, I can teach a teacher. Your wrinkles and white hair do NOT grant you righteousness.
Went to collect my gold coin which I managed to cheat from some stupid NETS game called "Roll in the Gold". Well, the coin's worth like 550 bucks, so its worth my time. Clearly, I was wrong.
10A Institution Hill, does ring a bell? No. No one even has an idea where the hell this place is. I got off Clarke Quay MRT and asked the Passenger Service staff, no one knew shit about this place and the lady even looked at me and give me a "Sorry, I can't help you" like I'm asking her for directions to Santa's House.
Next, the taxi driver. I got into the cab and read the place out to the uncle. He turned around and looked at me, as If I was naming a newly constructed road. " .... what tuition road? " he repeated in Hokkien. Seeing this was a gone case I called CA. After swerving the car for about 15 minutes, finally managed to find the place.
And If you thought this was some royal, stamford-raffles shit, boy you are wrong. Firstly the place looks like some old china shop house with new paint. Its mix of colours and architecture manage to completely obliterate traces of its origins. Walking in, I see computers all around, first impression: lanshop.
Then I see thick specs behind the computers. Second Impression: Nerd-house. Finally the lady handed me my prize. Opening it, I was just appalled. The coin.... is like twenty cent size, and only weighs 8g....
After the movies, went home, when a interesting topic was raised, at least for me. Not that I'm being subject specific, but is just that you manage to invoke thoughts which have laid in slumber within me.
Problems with parents, raise your hands. I'm sure almost everyone here has, well or have had (Problem with kids? you shouldn't be reading this)
Anyway, it just makes me ponder how many individuals surrounding me are unable to effectively cohabit with their creators. It just deeply saddens me when people like *couGH*KUNGE *ACK* , resort to blackmailing their mothers for money to mop the floor. Then there are those who clearly feel that the nurses swapped their birth tags with a more unlucky newborn because theres just no way they belong where they are.
I mean, some people say their guardians suffocate them of freedom, are restrictive and want to have a say in almost everything they do. Few even bother to consider the reason for this before distributing blame. (AH BLAME)
Yea, call me born with a silver spoon with no strings attached, my parents are understanding yours are not blahblah *insert excuses and more blame here* I mean come on, seriously? -.-
Obviously, parental controls are not superfluous, they do have their set of intentions in mind, the trouble comes when you dont see it. The bigger malice manifests when you perceive their goodwill in an ill manner. It is said, one of the best gifts another can get is the gift of sight. Although in reality that means something stupid like spectacles or a retina transplant, you get what i mean. When you see things through eyes not of your own, then will you understand.
Then come those who deny all responsibility and declare it is the fault of the misunderstanding parent. Yea, for your age you may not be getting enough independence, but please consider. Trust, very much like respect, its not of a divine birth right, you earn it. If you intend to lie to them, and expect them to trust you, then I'm sure by reading this sentence you see flaw in your logic. As the saying goes, "be the change you want to see in the world", do not expect others to take the first step. If you want to be trusted and treated like a mature individual, then act and behave like one first.
If you think you do not belong to the above scenarios, after very very very careful consideration, then I think you must have parents who are truly not meticulous to your needs. Be sure to consider if you really fall into this category as it is often human nature to self-exonerate.
There's a happy and sad truth for individuals whom fall into this category. The euphoria is that you are perfect and you have done nothing wrong. The sad fact is that the previous statement was a lie.
Lets face it, its life. If you're born here, then you can do one of two things, whine or try.
Remember the story of the two mice whom fell into the bowl of batter? Both mice struggled to keep afloat, for they would drown if they did not. The first mice quickly saw the future of his futile attempts and quickly gave up. Naturally, he drowned. The second mice kept kicking in the batter so hard for so long that he eventually churned it into butter, then proceeding to climb out of the bowl.
So heres the question, which mouse are you?
Then, of course there are those who claim to be the second mouse, but complain that their batter is expired, because it dosent turn into butter no matter how hard they churn.
A dictionary will tell you, stupidity is an object or act of being stupid. Einstein will tell you "The definition of stupidity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results".
Do not be ridiculous. If you fail to get what you want, trying again only defines your stupidity. I'll quote you a legendary example which I'm still surprised they have not engraved to immortalise: curfews. If your dad says 12am, coming come Cinderella is not going to make your curfew or your dad go away. For a change, try coming home on time and staying off the hook for a while. After he feels you are matured enough to self-restrict maybe he'll give you leeway.
In this world, there are many problems. However, there are also many solutions. There exists no lock that only one key can open.
Theres more. Some people do not seem to be able to get what they want even after the above. Then, it can mean one of two things. Either:
a) You trying to turn me christian
b) You need communication modules.
A. Somehow I feel that statement is self-explanatory, however, others dont think so. So allow me to elaborate. Do not ask for mountains of gold, or the stars above. Your dad is not Superman. Unreasonable demands of course will be met by unreasonable retorts. Do not compare your friend's freedom with yours, because if you do, also compare your height, weight, 8-birth characters, karma, tao, blahblah. Please understand. You may be born into a family with different culture tolerance. Some old school parents still are stick in the mud about their beliefs, and sometimes there is little you can do. But question is, like the mice, would you prefer 0 or 0.1?
B. You obviously talk a duck and no one understands you. This might seem materialistic, but your ability to get what you want, most of the time is directly proportionate to your art of argumentation. If you cant put your point across dont expect others to understand. Or else try teaching your dog to spell. The correct word here is "ask", although its definition is to debate. Argue, not with your mouth, but your brain. Do not blabber nonsense. If you really can reason out their flaws, there is really little they can say to support their decision.
Lastly, if you think you've managed to accomplish everything, but you still are stuck in a unfavourable position, then too bad, but realise most of the time, you are in a haste and probably do not even comprehend half of what I've typed. The word here is "COMPREHEND". If all else fails, then it suckstobeyou.
**** Parents ****
Somehow, by luck or chance, or something they call "fate", if you have offspring you are reading these very words then this portion might open your eyes further.
I've always been a problem when it comes to respect, especially to seniors. It is too for a very simple reason, and that is a truth that I've believed all my life.
Respect is not a birth right, its something you EARN.
Look, if you are going to talk to your son or daughter and expect them to comply with everything just because they are your children, I'd suggest you rear pigs instead. It is part of human nature to defy and what you have here is not a slave but a child. Also, whats you have omitted in the fine print when deciding to have a child is that besides food, water and sunlight,a child needs understanding, love and self-actualization.
You need to talk sense with your child, not authority. Using the line "Because I am your DAD" or "Because I said so" may seem to win you an argument. Do realise in reality the victory was but fantasy and you have but proved your incompetence to reason and ultimately that makes you, of course, a unreasonable parent. He/She may comply, but beware of the hidden dagger and the fake smile. You are forging a deadly vendetta.
Spare the rod, spoil the child. However, hit him too hard, and its not only your cane thats going to snap. Bouncing a ball harder is not going to keep it still. Where brawn has failed, kindly try to use the brain. Talking sometimes works.
Sometimes, you may think you know whats best for your child. It dosen't neccessarily mean you are correct. A high paying job? Is that what you your child wants? Or what you want? If your child, even after your zenith attempt to persuade, has your advice fallen on deaf ears, do not be quick blame on him/her or even your spouse. If you are looking for the culprit all you need to do is to find a mirror.
"天底下没有教不好的孩子, 只有不会教的父母"
It is true with age comes experience. You may be older, wiser, and have eaten more salt then us, rice. However, learning is a lifelong experience, as much as I believe a teacher can teach me, I can teach a teacher. Your wrinkles and white hair do NOT grant you righteousness.
CNY
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I manage to outshine my previous record, 15 days of hibernation. This one doubles the cake-size.
CNY Eve proves to be another monument for the rapid degeneration of peer ties admist our hectic lives. I cannot believe it only takes one year to take four apart. Last year, almost full attendence. This year?
The CNY weekend is over, I manage to only lose 15 dollars. This is a remarkable improvement considering I was crowned "God of Gamblers" last year.
Infact, I'd actually won money. But, ozy's dad......................................... bwg, gambling with him almost becomes like a scam, you dont think of winning money, you just pray you have your pants on after he's done.
Yet another CNY, this year it gets more boring, much less to talk about with relatives. Visitation goes even further as the nature of my roots do not encourage "investments" with spontanous results that derive profit from the loss of another closely related individual.
Fortunatley, this year my cousin got married, and brought wangwang along. x)
CNY Eve proves to be another monument for the rapid degeneration of peer ties admist our hectic lives. I cannot believe it only takes one year to take four apart. Last year, almost full attendence. This year?
The CNY weekend is over, I manage to only lose 15 dollars. This is a remarkable improvement considering I was crowned "God of Gamblers" last year.
Infact, I'd actually won money. But, ozy's dad......................................... bwg, gambling with him almost becomes like a scam, you dont think of winning money, you just pray you have your pants on after he's done.
Yet another CNY, this year it gets more boring, much less to talk about with relatives. Visitation goes even further as the nature of my roots do not encourage "investments" with spontanous results that derive profit from the loss of another closely related individual.
Fortunatley, this year my cousin got married, and brought wangwang along. x)
Contuary to popular belief, this is NOT a bunny
I tell you, she's so fat she dosent run.
And yes, first thing that came into my mind when it was moving was junyi, minus the intoxicating scent. It waddles as if its abdomen is submerged in fluids of a dense medium, like mecury or sth. If there was a imaginary CG ball you could almost calculate the period of a simple penduluem from its motion
she weighs.. 8kg.
For his breed, thats... very very very fat. Its like carrying a sack of SongHe rice in your hands. Skye is so much more... manageable.
Tonned at ozy's house ytd.
People, ozy's house is not a safe place. As you enter the house, it becomes obvious if you look right theres an altar for prayer, with it, a section of the house. However, what is not obvious is there is a GLASS WINDOW there, it extends ALL THE WAY to the top and bottom of the house.
Who is the right mind will build such a thing? Its like having a door for a window in a twenty storey building.
Yes, I walked INTO it. shudap, its not funny.
QOTD
Me: Eh, Soka is a Japanese religion right?
Ozy: .... No la, its international la.
emo mood to post
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ok, there is a very emo background tune playing now, so it gives me the best of spirits to transcribe my thoughts before they amass into a requiem.
Had yet another stakeout at sentosa over the weekends, however this failed terribly.
I've lost my honour as a pyromaniac, taking until 4am to start a fire. Not to mention we burnt like 1/3 a chivas... thts like a 30 dollar fire for u.
On to more soulful things. The souless will find tranquality in the following passage, while the nether will postulate my sanity. Exoneration is beyond redemption, you are not. We mean it when we say we're by you.
As they say, the first of a thousand step completes half the journey.Great work, you've won half the battle, now take the flag.
My beliefs might defer from yours, but I find no courage so absolve myself from the guilt of shattering your torn pride, so I rest my case. Here, things are different, if you find strength to read, I have then not penned this in vain.
Things are mostly choices, there is no end of a road. If you look deep enough, its just another beginning. Who here dare preaches his conquest of a road? You simply end up where you begin.
Nothing is too late.
You too might have realised, you have not yet won our faith, I'm sorry I fail, try to understand. But remember, no darkness is eternal, it still fears the morning sun.
Had yet another stakeout at sentosa over the weekends, however this failed terribly.
I've lost my honour as a pyromaniac, taking until 4am to start a fire. Not to mention we burnt like 1/3 a chivas... thts like a 30 dollar fire for u.
On to more soulful things. The souless will find tranquality in the following passage, while the nether will postulate my sanity. Exoneration is beyond redemption, you are not. We mean it when we say we're by you.
As they say, the first of a thousand step completes half the journey.Great work, you've won half the battle, now take the flag.
My beliefs might defer from yours, but I find no courage so absolve myself from the guilt of shattering your torn pride, so I rest my case. Here, things are different, if you find strength to read, I have then not penned this in vain.
Things are mostly choices, there is no end of a road. If you look deep enough, its just another beginning. Who here dare preaches his conquest of a road? You simply end up where you begin.
Nothing is too late.
You too might have realised, you have not yet won our faith, I'm sorry I fail, try to understand. But remember, no darkness is eternal, it still fears the morning sun.
Drunk Alfred
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Here I am, near the bus-stop making my first post outdoors...
The reason is fairly simple. I do not wish for my brain to omit any details about yesterday's great night. It was a fairly ordinary one, with us just drinking. However, Alfred turned it exceptional by getting drunk especially since he used "I have never gotten drunk before" for I-have-never..
We wasted no chance, and did what best friends should do. Abuse and laugh at him.
I shit you not, knowing him for about 5 years, this was the only time you get to sit on him without getting slapped. However, it was Nat and Ann that took the cake by pouring red bull all over him. Beating Alfred up was both fun and thrilling.
Its like bull fighting. You firstly need to provoke him, like the red cloth to a bull. Its like stacking toothpicks up or building a house of mahjong, each taunt brings you closer to requiem. Finally, it comes, he snaps and lunges at you.
You have two choices now, you either dodge the attack, or you attempt to take him down. Note a drunk alfred is a dangerous alfred. Twice I nearly sustained fatal injuries from his critical strikes. Thankfully due to my imbal liquor holding. Nevertheless, we took enough photo evidence to host a gallery exhibition.
Below is a vv glam pic of Alfred, this almost reminds me of a scene from The Girl Next Door.
Hi alfred, having fun?
Actually fatty has nice parents. Even thou alfred stumbled like niggy a few times. Weak.
Prepare alfred, we will immortalize you.
PS: Its not true, Alcohol dosent make everyone look prettier. Was playing some funny game with the FHM cards when I realised the Ace of Diamonds... is... omg. Keller is. omgggg, chio OR!?!?!?
Diamonds are a girl's best friend
The reason is fairly simple. I do not wish for my brain to omit any details about yesterday's great night. It was a fairly ordinary one, with us just drinking. However, Alfred turned it exceptional by getting drunk especially since he used "I have never gotten drunk before" for I-have-never..
We wasted no chance, and did what best friends should do. Abuse and laugh at him.
I shit you not, knowing him for about 5 years, this was the only time you get to sit on him without getting slapped. However, it was Nat and Ann that took the cake by pouring red bull all over him. Beating Alfred up was both fun and thrilling.
Its like bull fighting. You firstly need to provoke him, like the red cloth to a bull. Its like stacking toothpicks up or building a house of mahjong, each taunt brings you closer to requiem. Finally, it comes, he snaps and lunges at you.
You have two choices now, you either dodge the attack, or you attempt to take him down. Note a drunk alfred is a dangerous alfred. Twice I nearly sustained fatal injuries from his critical strikes. Thankfully due to my imbal liquor holding. Nevertheless, we took enough photo evidence to host a gallery exhibition.
Below is a vv glam pic of Alfred, this almost reminds me of a scene from The Girl Next Door.
Hi alfred, having fun?
Actually fatty has nice parents. Even thou alfred stumbled like niggy a few times. Weak.
Prepare alfred, we will immortalize you.
PS: Its not true, Alcohol dosent make everyone look prettier. Was playing some funny game with the FHM cards when I realised the Ace of Diamonds... is... omg. Keller is. omgggg, chio OR!?!?!?
Diamonds are a girl's best friend
New year resolution
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Here it is, one year over.
Exactly a year back I would have been at Hotel 81, with the quietest countdown. Yes, it was silent, but yesyes it was more fun then this year.
Its amazing what one year does to you. Maybe as we age we unconsciously turn senile to time's passage. Its like a baseball that smacks you so hard your nose looks like Michael Jacksons, then richoets off your face... You don't know what hit you.
So much has happened in a year... most of which are melancholic. Tried so hard for many things, but haven't succeeded for most of them, one which leaves a effect so burning it makes your 30 year old XO look like distilled water.
I must admit most of my pre-conceived theories have adhered a self-fulfilling prophecy and transmorphed into full-fledged ones.
1. Pink ICs are the root of all evil
With the pink IC comes great responsibility. No kidding, you lose it its $100
Nonsense aside, more then you imagine in contained in that plastic card. Its like a pandora's box that opens by itself.. slowly. Its contents so dark that you can see Ashton's as if it was dead noon. What makes it snatch the gold from the king cobra is its ability to disguise itself as a cute snowie^-^, obliterating any suspicion of danger.
You might think you've gained freedom, but infact you've lost a whole lot more. Look deeper, you realise you're enslaved by heavier responsibilities and expectations. You no longer get away with a "sorry". Mistakes become like taxes and death... always there and it comes with a price tag. Ponder further, you lose your ability to express and create. You are shackled and bound by what others call "reality" or being "down-to-earth". You begin to conform and not change, you smile when you are sad and frown when you're happy. You cannot say what you mean, and most of the time, others expect you to mean what you say.
It was easy to turn things down, even people. But things have changed... It might seem you have divine rights to do so... do not be fooled. It's but an illusion of choice. In fact, many other things are. If you can, dont grow up... I will tell my kids that in future. Never go around telling others to grow up... Its the worst thing you can say.
2. Only Death and Taxes are eternal
When he/she tells you they will love you will 'till the end of time, slap them. Lies. Their noses will grow longer.
I hope you have lived long enough to know there is no such thing as a tooth fairy. Such things are just the tooth fairy's sister. Grow up. Oh yes, go ahead... disagree all you want but you are wrong.
In just 365 days, friends have turned foe, lovers turned not only strangers, but lamers.
They say blood is thicker then water, blood ties are eternal and Chinese nonsense like: "一夜夫妻，百年恩". But notice, it says hundred years. Everyone know china kids are born with a calculator in their mouth. Don't argue with me.
So before you make a pledge of your undying love or eternal bond, please stop crossing your fingers.... everyone knows you are lying.
3. Lose as much as you can when you gamble, you will earn more back.
This is the most prominent. Sometimes it makes me ponder if there's more then luck to gambling. I shit you not, take it from a person who has generously donated over 200 bucks to his friends.
As of almost 10 months back, I was championed "God of Gamblers" when I managed to donate 90 bucks in 4 hours at KUN-GE's house. Do not ask me how this nonsense happened. I CANNOT and WILL NOT tell you why.
My point is, losing in gambling is not always a loss. I know for sure, because right now I'll bet snowie^-^ on it that I will never be a gambling addict. I have lost enough to know I will never win. The principle is simple... Once bitten, twice shy. Thrice bitten you pluck its teeth out. You may pay ten dollars to learn a lesson today. The lesson will in future save you a hundred times more.
PS: For idiots who think I'm retarded and shouldnt gamble, please refer to point 1. If you are back here again and you do not understand me, press the "X" on the top right of the screen.
All is not lost for the year, no doubt it was spent with more n's then u's. I've made it a point to reimburse that with more u's then n's this year.
(: There, already one u down.
Exactly a year back I would have been at Hotel 81, with the quietest countdown. Yes, it was silent, but yesyes it was more fun then this year.
Its amazing what one year does to you. Maybe as we age we unconsciously turn senile to time's passage. Its like a baseball that smacks you so hard your nose looks like Michael Jacksons, then richoets off your face... You don't know what hit you.
So much has happened in a year... most of which are melancholic. Tried so hard for many things, but haven't succeeded for most of them, one which leaves a effect so burning it makes your 30 year old XO look like distilled water.
I must admit most of my pre-conceived theories have adhered a self-fulfilling prophecy and transmorphed into full-fledged ones.
1. Pink ICs are the root of all evil
With the pink IC comes great responsibility. No kidding, you lose it its $100
Nonsense aside, more then you imagine in contained in that plastic card. Its like a pandora's box that opens by itself.. slowly. Its contents so dark that you can see Ashton's as if it was dead noon. What makes it snatch the gold from the king cobra is its ability to disguise itself as a cute snowie^-^, obliterating any suspicion of danger.
You might think you've gained freedom, but infact you've lost a whole lot more. Look deeper, you realise you're enslaved by heavier responsibilities and expectations. You no longer get away with a "sorry". Mistakes become like taxes and death... always there and it comes with a price tag. Ponder further, you lose your ability to express and create. You are shackled and bound by what others call "reality" or being "down-to-earth". You begin to conform and not change, you smile when you are sad and frown when you're happy. You cannot say what you mean, and most of the time, others expect you to mean what you say.
It was easy to turn things down, even people. But things have changed... It might seem you have divine rights to do so... do not be fooled. It's but an illusion of choice. In fact, many other things are. If you can, dont grow up... I will tell my kids that in future. Never go around telling others to grow up... Its the worst thing you can say.
2. Only Death and Taxes are eternal
When he/she tells you they will love you will 'till the end of time, slap them. Lies. Their noses will grow longer.
I hope you have lived long enough to know there is no such thing as a tooth fairy. Such things are just the tooth fairy's sister. Grow up. Oh yes, go ahead... disagree all you want but you are wrong.
In just 365 days, friends have turned foe, lovers turned not only strangers, but lamers.
They say blood is thicker then water, blood ties are eternal and Chinese nonsense like: "一夜夫妻，百年恩". But notice, it says hundred years. Everyone know china kids are born with a calculator in their mouth. Don't argue with me.
So before you make a pledge of your undying love or eternal bond, please stop crossing your fingers.... everyone knows you are lying.
3. Lose as much as you can when you gamble, you will earn more back.
This is the most prominent. Sometimes it makes me ponder if there's more then luck to gambling. I shit you not, take it from a person who has generously donated over 200 bucks to his friends.
As of almost 10 months back, I was championed "God of Gamblers" when I managed to donate 90 bucks in 4 hours at KUN-GE's house. Do not ask me how this nonsense happened. I CANNOT and WILL NOT tell you why.
My point is, losing in gambling is not always a loss. I know for sure, because right now I'll bet snowie^-^ on it that I will never be a gambling addict. I have lost enough to know I will never win. The principle is simple... Once bitten, twice shy. Thrice bitten you pluck its teeth out. You may pay ten dollars to learn a lesson today. The lesson will in future save you a hundred times more.
PS: For idiots who think I'm retarded and shouldnt gamble, please refer to point 1. If you are back here again and you do not understand me, press the "X" on the top right of the screen.
All is not lost for the year, no doubt it was spent with more n's then u's. I've made it a point to reimburse that with more u's then n's this year.
(: There, already one u down.
lele! chirpchirp
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Havent blogged for a while now. Must admit its due to the lack of enthusiam. She's probably right, I get sick of things after a while. Sometimes I wonder if any one is even reading what I'm posting. You are not alone, I do realise I write hieroglyphs.
Holidays are approaching an end, another year seems to have passed, this time its in a blink of a blink of an eye. Much has changed, Friends turned foe, lovers turned lamers. Anyway, its a rather eventful week. Spent most days going out and chillin, but Friday took the cake. Of course it was bird bird birthday.
Thursday saw me at queensway where I met the most COCKY storekeeper in my life. Naturally being next to a complete retard when it comes to BIRDS, I asked the uncle if it was possible to buy a PARROT and then get him to help us teach the birds some lines, more specifically to chirp " LELE ".
His reply stunned me. Honestly first time I've met such a polite person. Don't tell me immaturity.. this uncle looked like he already bought his coffin and was ready to move in anytime.
Me: "Uncle, we buy the bird then you teach for us"
Uncle: "你要养孩子你教还是我帮你教？"
Me: "But we dont know how to teach?
Uncle: "学校没教你，只教电脑，就有你这种没有骄阳，没有家教"
I clearly do not have good parents. They did not raise me with knowledge on bird rearing. Ngee Ann has its fair share of responsibility here too. It should be made compulsory we learn how to teach PARROTS to speak. When you apply for a job, they throw ur CV aside. What they want is you teaching birds how to CHIRP.
People used to distinguish your family upbringing through things like table manners and your courtersy in certain manners. That is but history.. times have changed. If you do not know how to teach a BIRD to CHIRP, you are but a mongrel in human clothing.
If not for the fact we needed to find lele sibilings, I will have kp-ed that uncle back. Seriously. This kind of service level is a decree of what GEMS should follow. Scolding your customer always guarantees a sale.
Friday
Awoke to go with doggy to buy a BIRDIE.
Went to yx house to celebrate lele birthday. About like.. 25 people came? I had no idea le's social WINGS extended so far.
So they composed this nice song for lele, I think its called le se. With some last minute practicing. Soonheng did his part by getting le out of the house so they could practice. However, someone forgot to close the window. Suddenly they realised le was sitting on the staircase, and we were like "WTF, where you COME FROM?"
What was most amazing how they manage a 70 dollar budget for 20ppl steamboat, while we were spending like 170 on a bbq for 10..... This has to be the eight wonder of the world.
Saturday
Think we went jamming for the second time.. Nothing really memorable, just that I seem to get more of the hang of the E.Guitar...
Highlight for the day is ozy, who refuses to acknowledge the contents of my blog. Heres the situation:
Smart Ozy ponned work.
Smart Ozy needs an MC
Smart Ozy dosent have enough to visit Silver Cross, which is like over 30 bucks.
So what does smart Ozy do? He goes to this shabby clinic inside Beauty World. The clinic looks so 584c I'm sure you'll be way better before then If you went in...
Next, Smart Ozy takes a queue number. It shows 24. Then we realise the queue number was at "8".
I'm sure you know what this means, and the last patient took 15 minutes consultation, It was a old granny so its forgiveable. Next, we demand Smart Ozy asks the counter-staff if the numbers are in running order. She replies yes, and Smart Ozy decides we should wait...
No such nonsense here, not when you're with me. I called KUN-GE for help and he tells us there are 5 clinics near his house. We left the rotten place in search for hope.. No way I am waiting an hour plus to see some bald doctor. However, our of the 5 clinics... all 5 were closed when we reached.
We return, and the number on the signboard shows "32". This will mean a few things, either an alien kidnapped us for like... 3 hours, the doctor successfully diagnoses and treats each patient with varying needs under 1 minute each, or the numbers were not in running order....
Nevertheless Smart Ozy decides to demand for a "next-in-line" service. He gets in.. and requests I go in with him.
Next, Smart Ozy meets balding doctor. He sits down and begins his grandfather story..
"uh, I am on medication, for phelgme, sore throat.. I have fever. Medication for some time, this morning had to go work, but I awoke with a headache, then now feeling better..... can I have MC with no medicine?"
This doctor dosent drink detergent for breakfast, he knows Smart Ozy is up to something. He takes his blood pressure then listens for abnormalities using his stethoscope.. However, all appears well.
He tells Smart Ozy to stop whatever nonsense he is currently taking and to eat his new prescription. However, this is not well... Smart Ozy has to keep under his 30 budget.
What happens next almost made me break into hysteria.... Smart Ozy replies he has not enough money... and just wants the MC.
However, Balding Doctor will NOT lose the chance to make money, he tells Smart Ozy a series of professional opinions which can be summed up in four words...
" NO MEDICINE, NO MC "
HAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHA...
Eventually, Smart Ozy works a compromise, the doctor promises him the cheapest medicines with the lowest quantity. This is the first time I've seen such nonsense. LOL
People, this blog contains not just my thoughts but helpful tips... Do read the post on how I got my MC. Don't be like Smart Ozy who tries to be funny and gets owned by Balding Doctor.... in addition to wasting 2 complete hours of our time..
Am thinking of doing my end-of-year reflection, but the timing isnt right... And I've got one more day to spare...
And oh yea. I BOUGHT A PIANO BAHHHHHHHHH
Holidays are approaching an end, another year seems to have passed, this time its in a blink of a blink of an eye. Much has changed, Friends turned foe, lovers turned lamers. Anyway, its a rather eventful week. Spent most days going out and chillin, but Friday took the cake. Of course it was bird bird birthday.
Thursday saw me at queensway where I met the most COCKY storekeeper in my life. Naturally being next to a complete retard when it comes to BIRDS, I asked the uncle if it was possible to buy a PARROT and then get him to help us teach the birds some lines, more specifically to chirp " LELE ".
His reply stunned me. Honestly first time I've met such a polite person. Don't tell me immaturity.. this uncle looked like he already bought his coffin and was ready to move in anytime.
Me: "Uncle, we buy the bird then you teach for us"
Uncle: "你要养孩子你教还是我帮你教？"
Me: "But we dont know how to teach?
Uncle: "学校没教你，只教电脑，就有你这种没有骄阳，没有家教"
I clearly do not have good parents. They did not raise me with knowledge on bird rearing. Ngee Ann has its fair share of responsibility here too. It should be made compulsory we learn how to teach PARROTS to speak. When you apply for a job, they throw ur CV aside. What they want is you teaching birds how to CHIRP.
People used to distinguish your family upbringing through things like table manners and your courtersy in certain manners. That is but history.. times have changed. If you do not know how to teach a BIRD to CHIRP, you are but a mongrel in human clothing.
If not for the fact we needed to find lele sibilings, I will have kp-ed that uncle back. Seriously. This kind of service level is a decree of what GEMS should follow. Scolding your customer always guarantees a sale.
Friday
Awoke to go with doggy to buy a BIRDIE.
Went to yx house to celebrate lele birthday. About like.. 25 people came? I had no idea le's social WINGS extended so far.
So they composed this nice song for lele, I think its called le se. With some last minute practicing. Soonheng did his part by getting le out of the house so they could practice. However, someone forgot to close the window. Suddenly they realised le was sitting on the staircase, and we were like "WTF, where you COME FROM?"
What was most amazing how they manage a 70 dollar budget for 20ppl steamboat, while we were spending like 170 on a bbq for 10..... This has to be the eight wonder of the world.
Saturday
Think we went jamming for the second time.. Nothing really memorable, just that I seem to get more of the hang of the E.Guitar...
Highlight for the day is ozy, who refuses to acknowledge the contents of my blog. Heres the situation:
Smart Ozy ponned work.
Smart Ozy needs an MC
Smart Ozy dosent have enough to visit Silver Cross, which is like over 30 bucks.
So what does smart Ozy do? He goes to this shabby clinic inside Beauty World. The clinic looks so 584c I'm sure you'll be way better before then If you went in...
Next, Smart Ozy takes a queue number. It shows 24. Then we realise the queue number was at "8".
I'm sure you know what this means, and the last patient took 15 minutes consultation, It was a old granny so its forgiveable. Next, we demand Smart Ozy asks the counter-staff if the numbers are in running order. She replies yes, and Smart Ozy decides we should wait...
No such nonsense here, not when you're with me. I called KUN-GE for help and he tells us there are 5 clinics near his house. We left the rotten place in search for hope.. No way I am waiting an hour plus to see some bald doctor. However, our of the 5 clinics... all 5 were closed when we reached.
We return, and the number on the signboard shows "32". This will mean a few things, either an alien kidnapped us for like... 3 hours, the doctor successfully diagnoses and treats each patient with varying needs under 1 minute each, or the numbers were not in running order....
Nevertheless Smart Ozy decides to demand for a "next-in-line" service. He gets in.. and requests I go in with him.
Next, Smart Ozy meets balding doctor. He sits down and begins his grandfather story..
"uh, I am on medication, for phelgme, sore throat.. I have fever. Medication for some time, this morning had to go work, but I awoke with a headache, then now feeling better..... can I have MC with no medicine?"
This doctor dosent drink detergent for breakfast, he knows Smart Ozy is up to something. He takes his blood pressure then listens for abnormalities using his stethoscope.. However, all appears well.
He tells Smart Ozy to stop whatever nonsense he is currently taking and to eat his new prescription. However, this is not well... Smart Ozy has to keep under his 30 budget.
What happens next almost made me break into hysteria.... Smart Ozy replies he has not enough money... and just wants the MC.
However, Balding Doctor will NOT lose the chance to make money, he tells Smart Ozy a series of professional opinions which can be summed up in four words...
" NO MEDICINE, NO MC "
HAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHA...
Eventually, Smart Ozy works a compromise, the doctor promises him the cheapest medicines with the lowest quantity. This is the first time I've seen such nonsense. LOL
People, this blog contains not just my thoughts but helpful tips... Do read the post on how I got my MC. Don't be like Smart Ozy who tries to be funny and gets owned by Balding Doctor.... in addition to wasting 2 complete hours of our time..
Am thinking of doing my end-of-year reflection, but the timing isnt right... And I've got one more day to spare...
And oh yea. I BOUGHT A PIANO BAHHHHHHHHH
must post...
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Must post... while I'm still conscious......
Empty stomach... and alcohol do not mix.....
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Face flushed, head throbbing... Im gona GG soon... owowow...
zzzz forgot to eat... stomach... burning...
Gin and Tonic... imbal knockout..
Sentosa Stakeout II
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Just finished watching what I thought would be a crappy ghost show on Ch.8
However, was proved otherwise. Surprise endings always catch me. It's probably because of their ability to make you feel stupid by showing you flashback scenes. Its like shouting at your face, " HAHA. FOOL! "
This post is penned at unearthly hours because I was building a moat on Sentosa at this very same hour yesterday.
Went Sentosa after we exceeded expectations by managing to sum a 170 for BBQ food. Note this was planned for 13-15 pax in mind. However, the overwhelming response of 5 people also far exceeded expectations. Nevertheless, still made it 10pax after screaming @ some people over the phone.
So we began our BBQ on Sentosa's beach when we suddenly realised after cooking the charcoal. WTF, no WIRE MESH?
Unbecoming as this might seem, it marked the beginning of a draconian age for our clique. Time seemed to be upheavaled as we transcended the boundaries of space time into like 80000 BC. Wait, I think I see a T-Rex there.
It became like a tribe outing. We started out by having to hold our own sticks of kebabs to BBQ. Then It was decided that we needed illumination and we splitted up to find firewood. Just when I found two planks and thought I was to be hailed firelord of the tribe. Alfred championed the use of wooden stilts, those that they tie to trees to make them grow straight. Don't ask me how that idiot manages to untie the ropes and drag it all the way to our campsite.
Then came the task on hand, splitting the wood. The thing was like 2.5m long, clearly impossible to burn properly. Thank goodness we brought the green along. With a simple "HULK SMASH", LY managed to snap the stilt into half.....
" YOU NO MAKE HULK ANGRY "
Ok, so I lied, we used a tree to break it into half, but you get my point. Here, the tribe ascended 2000 years into time, we discovered fire..
Then came the need for comfort, as according to Maslow. I managed to find a deck chair and dragged it back to camp. Here, I stand glorified as the furniture lord, pioneering the use of materials for comfort.
It was not too long later that our tribe needed further industrialization. Splitting into teams, we scouted the lands of Siloso beach for useful materials. I shit you not, you really CAN live as a tribe there. Our findings included: Firewood, Straw Mats, Chairs, Rope, Wire Net, Chairs
It was nearing 12am, we needed to move our fire towards the waters.... for fear for the gatekeeper. There's this police SUV that will patrol the beaches past 12am, scouting for any form of malicious intent of unlawful assembly, like us. Hopefully, but shifting the illumination, the topography of the land will prevent unwanted attention from the blue/red lights van.
The moving of the fire was a success, as Brian managed to dig a hole for campfire, hereby replacing Alfred's position as the tribe's firelord. On the other hand, Nat went into the Art. Waltzing the sands under the stars with his partner.... Alfred, he discovered music... its called iPod, although his taste of black music clearly didn't suit some of our preferences. It is also at this moment, CA and I affirmed our roles as carpenters by building a hammock. Can you believe it? A hammock, just based of materials we found.
You might be wondering what LY and the girls have been doing all this while. If you are, then you will be shocked like me. They serve as similar function of a black hole, devouring all contents and earthly possessions that were with us when we set afoot the island, the diminishing rate of our food supplies can be clearly defined as a vertical line on a x-y graph aka TANGENT 90.
*Random comment: Did you guys realise we only bought meat? There's like no staple food at all.*
By this time, the sun had been completely obliterated by the darkness of the night, showing no veer vanity of its light. LY was appearing to be unstable and increasingly disturbed. Finally he relented, and revealed his true intentions. The silent beast residing in the dark arcs of his inner mind seem to roar out so loud that it shattered the silence of the moon, its thirst... not for blood, but absolut... vodka that is.
At this time, Alfred seemed to have switched roles and was pursing the fine art of culinary, cooking everything he could find. Either he became more sensible, or that he was afraid by the time he finished ballroom dancing with nat there will be nothing left to fill his empty stomach. Nat on the other hand unleashed his pyromaniac powress and negated the fire until the sand almost melted.
Again you can observe the progression of the tribe. It seemed that now we have more then basics and climbed the Maslow's hierarchy.
Then came the age of war as the tribe began to prepare defences. Our main enemy was the rising tide that threatened to extinguish the burning passion of the tribe.. our campfire. This will not be allowed, as a call to arms was in order, every man piling sand to build a fort, in hopes that the tide will not pass. This is no doubt the age of architecture as one will marvel at the pure ingenuity of our design. The sea seemed to realise they have no chance to defeating us and the waves subsided in shameful defeat. The tide lowered and we were saved. Cowards.
Brian then moved on and awakened his LOTR potential by picking up a wooden plank, supposedly used as fuel, and carving it into a sword. This was done with fire and a metal rod they called "shikai". This is of course, the age of metalwork, as the fire doubled as a forge. On the other hand, Nat and I took interest in the development of shamanistic powers, the study of fire, or pyromania. This will be very familiar to the season WC3 human player. An arcane sanctum and a workshop, if you recall. Tier 2. Do you now dare to deny our progressing existence?
While nat proceeded to throw a lighter in hopes to research what will be the tribe's first bomb. He realised there was an economy of resources, as after the lighter he threw combusted, there was no more left. On the other hand, I tinkered in Naruto jutsus and developed what is now championed as a sasuke tatic, the katon gokakyuu no justsu. Observe.
Call me Sasuke
Beautiful as it might look, it is but a rose with thorns. Firstly, the jutsu user will experience after burning effects on his tongue after the breath. If not quickly treated, may prove fatal to the taste buds. Next, the justsu costs like... 2-3 dollars each time, as per the vodka consumed.... expensive... We both realised the fallacies in our disciplines and our hogwarts was shut down. However, the tribe still needed warriors, so I moved on to metalwork while Nat chickened out and digressed to advance fire-taming.
While Brian was forging his sword, it was but a white elephant, useless in combat. It was like crafted for the eyes and not the hand. Nice to see but cannot use. Then came CA, a new contender in the field. That noob challenged me to a sword fight without realising my degree of expertise in this familiar art. Our first sparing took place on elevated topography, as we fought beside the trees.
The rules are simple, you ignite your sword with fire and you clash blades. Whoever's sparks die off the sword first loses. However, CA managed to cheat and somehow win, dont ask me how he cheated but I know he did, else he couldnt have won.
Humiliated by this defeat, I swore by blood and blade there will be no other, as I spent prolonged periods of time forging my new sword by the fires. However, like all heros in movies, I met with roadblocks, this one which is an irritant. A motorcycle pulled over near us and told us...
" NO FIRE ON THE BEACH "
Quickly, we threw sand and extinguished the heart of our tribe. Satisfied at our demise, he left. Like they say...its harder to guard the inside. Afterall, it was not the huge sea that brought down our flames, but ourselves to save our necks..... Shame shame..
Nevertheless, we will not give up that easily, as seconds after the motorcycle was out of sight, we resuscitated the fire. It was not long before I returned to forging my Excalibur. Finally, it was time, as I battled CA again at the very same spot, this time winning with great honour, no cheating at all.
By this time, LY aka HULK somehow managed to do something as stupid as to down one whole cup of pure vodka. He appeared to be smiling and sleepy. This is a very clear distinction of a drunk hulk. Everyone knows to stay clear of drunk JJC nerds as you will not expect homosapien behaviour from them. We almost had to shackle him to a tree..
You might think there is no love within the tribe. However, you are very wrong. Brian and Dawn are the new Adam and Eve, disappearing under the cover of darkness and turning sentosa into temptation island. Enuff said.
It was now approaching the dark ages, as our fire dimmed. One very simple reason is because Nat our firelord was sleeping snugly by the fire on the beach chair I FOUND.... Actually, everyone was just plain tired.... So I think we slept...
Retiring to my hammock, which I had to kick a sleeping Alfred off from, I napped till the first sight of dawn. The beauty of the sunrise paralleled that of the northern lights in the North Pole. I must have been real lucky, I managed to witness two shooting stars, one blue and one green. I think this is the first time I've see them. Short-lived as they are like the blink of an eye, it leaves a lasting effect of bittersweetness in you.
Chio.
Do you all like have problems waking up? The best solution is to make a big mess before you sleep like we did. What awoke the sleep starved tribe was not a huge meteor that threatened Armageddon, but a feeble old cleaner. When Alfred caught sight of him, he simple shouted " CLEANER, ZHAO! "
In no time at all, the tribe was nowhere to be seen, having moved to.... er... "greener" pastures.. and cleaner ones too.
So we went to wash-up at the toilet. Upon leaving I saw this buggy there, supposedly the cleaners. Without further ado, I hopped off and drove off in my new lambroghini, cruising the roads of Sentosa with my new ride. BEAT THAT NOOB!
Very very fun and rewarding trip, pity to the noobs whom missed it. yo all suck. 4am liao. cool... took so long to write.
PS: New blog song, S.H.E afterall can sing a BIT. I shall watch dou niu becos this song rocks.
I made both wishes for you, so can I get them for christmas pleaseeee?
However, was proved otherwise. Surprise endings always catch me. It's probably because of their ability to make you feel stupid by showing you flashback scenes. Its like shouting at your face, " HAHA. FOOL! "
This post is penned at unearthly hours because I was building a moat on Sentosa at this very same hour yesterday.
Went Sentosa after we exceeded expectations by managing to sum a 170 for BBQ food. Note this was planned for 13-15 pax in mind. However, the overwhelming response of 5 people also far exceeded expectations. Nevertheless, still made it 10pax after screaming @ some people over the phone.
So we began our BBQ on Sentosa's beach when we suddenly realised after cooking the charcoal. WTF, no WIRE MESH?
Unbecoming as this might seem, it marked the beginning of a draconian age for our clique. Time seemed to be upheavaled as we transcended the boundaries of space time into like 80000 BC. Wait, I think I see a T-Rex there.
It became like a tribe outing. We started out by having to hold our own sticks of kebabs to BBQ. Then It was decided that we needed illumination and we splitted up to find firewood. Just when I found two planks and thought I was to be hailed firelord of the tribe. Alfred championed the use of wooden stilts, those that they tie to trees to make them grow straight. Don't ask me how that idiot manages to untie the ropes and drag it all the way to our campsite.
Then came the task on hand, splitting the wood. The thing was like 2.5m long, clearly impossible to burn properly. Thank goodness we brought the green along. With a simple "HULK SMASH", LY managed to snap the stilt into half.....
" YOU NO MAKE HULK ANGRY "
Ok, so I lied, we used a tree to break it into half, but you get my point. Here, the tribe ascended 2000 years into time, we discovered fire..
Then came the need for comfort, as according to Maslow. I managed to find a deck chair and dragged it back to camp. Here, I stand glorified as the furniture lord, pioneering the use of materials for comfort.
It was not too long later that our tribe needed further industrialization. Splitting into teams, we scouted the lands of Siloso beach for useful materials. I shit you not, you really CAN live as a tribe there. Our findings included: Firewood, Straw Mats, Chairs, Rope, Wire Net, Chairs
It was nearing 12am, we needed to move our fire towards the waters.... for fear for the gatekeeper. There's this police SUV that will patrol the beaches past 12am, scouting for any form of malicious intent of unlawful assembly, like us. Hopefully, but shifting the illumination, the topography of the land will prevent unwanted attention from the blue/red lights van.
The moving of the fire was a success, as Brian managed to dig a hole for campfire, hereby replacing Alfred's position as the tribe's firelord. On the other hand, Nat went into the Art. Waltzing the sands under the stars with his partner.... Alfred, he discovered music... its called iPod, although his taste of black music clearly didn't suit some of our preferences. It is also at this moment, CA and I affirmed our roles as carpenters by building a hammock. Can you believe it? A hammock, just based of materials we found.
You might be wondering what LY and the girls have been doing all this while. If you are, then you will be shocked like me. They serve as similar function of a black hole, devouring all contents and earthly possessions that were with us when we set afoot the island, the diminishing rate of our food supplies can be clearly defined as a vertical line on a x-y graph aka TANGENT 90.
*Random comment: Did you guys realise we only bought meat? There's like no staple food at all.*
By this time, the sun had been completely obliterated by the darkness of the night, showing no veer vanity of its light. LY was appearing to be unstable and increasingly disturbed. Finally he relented, and revealed his true intentions. The silent beast residing in the dark arcs of his inner mind seem to roar out so loud that it shattered the silence of the moon, its thirst... not for blood, but absolut... vodka that is.
At this time, Alfred seemed to have switched roles and was pursing the fine art of culinary, cooking everything he could find. Either he became more sensible, or that he was afraid by the time he finished ballroom dancing with nat there will be nothing left to fill his empty stomach. Nat on the other hand unleashed his pyromaniac powress and negated the fire until the sand almost melted.
Again you can observe the progression of the tribe. It seemed that now we have more then basics and climbed the Maslow's hierarchy.
Then came the age of war as the tribe began to prepare defences. Our main enemy was the rising tide that threatened to extinguish the burning passion of the tribe.. our campfire. This will not be allowed, as a call to arms was in order, every man piling sand to build a fort, in hopes that the tide will not pass. This is no doubt the age of architecture as one will marvel at the pure ingenuity of our design. The sea seemed to realise they have no chance to defeating us and the waves subsided in shameful defeat. The tide lowered and we were saved. Cowards.
Brian then moved on and awakened his LOTR potential by picking up a wooden plank, supposedly used as fuel, and carving it into a sword. This was done with fire and a metal rod they called "shikai". This is of course, the age of metalwork, as the fire doubled as a forge. On the other hand, Nat and I took interest in the development of shamanistic powers, the study of fire, or pyromania. This will be very familiar to the season WC3 human player. An arcane sanctum and a workshop, if you recall. Tier 2. Do you now dare to deny our progressing existence?
While nat proceeded to throw a lighter in hopes to research what will be the tribe's first bomb. He realised there was an economy of resources, as after the lighter he threw combusted, there was no more left. On the other hand, I tinkered in Naruto jutsus and developed what is now championed as a sasuke tatic, the katon gokakyuu no justsu. Observe.
Call me Sasuke
Beautiful as it might look, it is but a rose with thorns. Firstly, the jutsu user will experience after burning effects on his tongue after the breath. If not quickly treated, may prove fatal to the taste buds. Next, the justsu costs like... 2-3 dollars each time, as per the vodka consumed.... expensive... We both realised the fallacies in our disciplines and our hogwarts was shut down. However, the tribe still needed warriors, so I moved on to metalwork while Nat chickened out and digressed to advance fire-taming.
While Brian was forging his sword, it was but a white elephant, useless in combat. It was like crafted for the eyes and not the hand. Nice to see but cannot use. Then came CA, a new contender in the field. That noob challenged me to a sword fight without realising my degree of expertise in this familiar art. Our first sparing took place on elevated topography, as we fought beside the trees.
The rules are simple, you ignite your sword with fire and you clash blades. Whoever's sparks die off the sword first loses. However, CA managed to cheat and somehow win, dont ask me how he cheated but I know he did, else he couldnt have won.
Humiliated by this defeat, I swore by blood and blade there will be no other, as I spent prolonged periods of time forging my new sword by the fires. However, like all heros in movies, I met with roadblocks, this one which is an irritant. A motorcycle pulled over near us and told us...
" NO FIRE ON THE BEACH "
Quickly, we threw sand and extinguished the heart of our tribe. Satisfied at our demise, he left. Like they say...its harder to guard the inside. Afterall, it was not the huge sea that brought down our flames, but ourselves to save our necks..... Shame shame..
Nevertheless, we will not give up that easily, as seconds after the motorcycle was out of sight, we resuscitated the fire. It was not long before I returned to forging my Excalibur. Finally, it was time, as I battled CA again at the very same spot, this time winning with great honour, no cheating at all.
By this time, LY aka HULK somehow managed to do something as stupid as to down one whole cup of pure vodka. He appeared to be smiling and sleepy. This is a very clear distinction of a drunk hulk. Everyone knows to stay clear of drunk JJC nerds as you will not expect homosapien behaviour from them. We almost had to shackle him to a tree..
You might think there is no love within the tribe. However, you are very wrong. Brian and Dawn are the new Adam and Eve, disappearing under the cover of darkness and turning sentosa into temptation island. Enuff said.
It was now approaching the dark ages, as our fire dimmed. One very simple reason is because Nat our firelord was sleeping snugly by the fire on the beach chair I FOUND.... Actually, everyone was just plain tired.... So I think we slept...
Retiring to my hammock, which I had to kick a sleeping Alfred off from, I napped till the first sight of dawn. The beauty of the sunrise paralleled that of the northern lights in the North Pole. I must have been real lucky, I managed to witness two shooting stars, one blue and one green. I think this is the first time I've see them. Short-lived as they are like the blink of an eye, it leaves a lasting effect of bittersweetness in you.
Chio.
Do you all like have problems waking up? The best solution is to make a big mess before you sleep like we did. What awoke the sleep starved tribe was not a huge meteor that threatened Armageddon, but a feeble old cleaner. When Alfred caught sight of him, he simple shouted " CLEANER, ZHAO! "
In no time at all, the tribe was nowhere to be seen, having moved to.... er... "greener" pastures.. and cleaner ones too.
So we went to wash-up at the toilet. Upon leaving I saw this buggy there, supposedly the cleaners. Without further ado, I hopped off and drove off in my new lambroghini, cruising the roads of Sentosa with my new ride. BEAT THAT NOOB!
Very very fun and rewarding trip, pity to the noobs whom missed it. yo all suck. 4am liao. cool... took so long to write.
PS: New blog song, S.H.E afterall can sing a BIT. I shall watch dou niu becos this song rocks.
I made both wishes for you, so can I get them for christmas pleaseeee?
hL has a nice day
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Today happens to be a very good day for me, so I am in a v good mood to post.
The day starts with me waking from slumber, happy. Now any idiot reading this will know this spells shit, any 17 year old should not have the privilege to wake up naturally. You must either be annoyed by loud buzzing or a slap across the face from your mum. I awake and smiled, then realised I was in deep shit. Grabbing my handphone I saw a 12:20 stare at me. God knows what I've done do deserve this.
Great. This will mean three gifts for me:
1) I will have to burn one afternoon making up s&w class
2) I have just gotten myself debarred from CATS class
3) I will get to enjoy my favourite class again next sem.
Ok, so solving rubick's at 3am isnt really the right thing to do, but WTF, alarm clocks are meant to work. I'm gona buy like 5 clocks to ensure I wake up from now.
At this point of prestige, I released enough profanities to write Harry Potter 8. Its a great way to begin my day. (yours too)
Filming at 1.30, so I went to school, lugging with me a 5000kg tripod. This is one thing I can never understand. Designers from italy make cameras light, expensive, and give nice bags to carry them. However, they fail to realise that the poor person carrying the tripod gets to enjoy dropping it on his feet every 5 minutes, and making you look like a pregnant woman on the bus.
This thing shouldnt even be called a tripod. It must be like what they used in 8000 BC China to punish disobedient students. It has like no grip to carry, no carrying case. Basically nowhere to hold on to. You either wrap your arm around it, or you have to use plastic bags to make a carrier.
The skies were kind enough to sympathize with me, sending tears and making me almost slip and fall. Well, miraculously, I reached. 1.27pm. On time!
4.30 came. I was still sitting there like an idiot with a tripod...
Finally, the cast came and we could film.
Filming went quite smoothly, and it ended. While wrapping up, we played back to relish our efforts. Video was good, quality was fine. Suddenly we realised the thing was v noisy. So I put headphones and listened.
I kid you not, an invisible typhoon must have been behind us while we were filming. The audio was so distorted I swear it makes Rihanna sound good. Present no.2 !
Well, you know what they say, good things comes in threes. So it was 7.35, 8pm had a debate discussion in KAP mac, so went there. Arrived 7:50, early, and had dinner. KAP's macspicy is like a total rip-off. Somehow, the main composition of the burger is like pepper. I have no idea why, but finishing my sprite still left my tongue burning. It was past 8. I realise they were late, and called... they said will be late.
Suddenly I had a v bright idea. I could see a doctor and get a MC, but I was carrying a 5000kg weight with me. Eventually I left it with a nice staff at the counter, whom gladly offered to keep it for me while I redeem myself from another semester of CATS.
As I reached the clinic I got another call from my beloved teammates informing me they were at like Novena, and wanted me to go over. Naturally I gave the only sensible reply. F_CK _FF . Would you like to buy a vowel?
Entered the clinic, and got to see the doctor. People, this is the way you get MCs, do not learn from ozy, who tries to talk alot of nonsense and ends up with pills that make you retarded. I went in, and clearly presented my points.
- I have a headache in the morning
- Now I'm perfectly fine.
- MC, ty.
The doctor was like the best thing that happened to me today. His sympathy and understanding of my plight amazed me. He knew what to say and what to do, his silent emphaty should be the decree of what all doctors should follow. One simple "Ok, I understand".
Medical expenses + paracetamol = 32 SGD
Total consultation time: 30 seconds
Doctors make well over a dollar a second. Don't come tell me nonsense that science makes no money.
Actually he gave me muscle relaxant, I think he heard me yelling at paul outside his office.
I decided to go home, just so cos I was freaking pissed, the group didnt relent, endlessly flooding me with missed calls as I was waiting for 184.
As I boarded the bus, I was relived, a bad day gone.. Suddenly, as the doors closed....
.
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" NA BEI, WHERES MY TRIPOD?! "
The day starts with me waking from slumber, happy. Now any idiot reading this will know this spells shit, any 17 year old should not have the privilege to wake up naturally. You must either be annoyed by loud buzzing or a slap across the face from your mum. I awake and smiled, then realised I was in deep shit. Grabbing my handphone I saw a 12:20 stare at me. God knows what I've done do deserve this.
Great. This will mean three gifts for me:
1) I will have to burn one afternoon making up s&w class
2) I have just gotten myself debarred from CATS class
3) I will get to enjoy my favourite class again next sem.
Ok, so solving rubick's at 3am isnt really the right thing to do, but WTF, alarm clocks are meant to work. I'm gona buy like 5 clocks to ensure I wake up from now.
At this point of prestige, I released enough profanities to write Harry Potter 8. Its a great way to begin my day. (yours too)
Filming at 1.30, so I went to school, lugging with me a 5000kg tripod. This is one thing I can never understand. Designers from italy make cameras light, expensive, and give nice bags to carry them. However, they fail to realise that the poor person carrying the tripod gets to enjoy dropping it on his feet every 5 minutes, and making you look like a pregnant woman on the bus.
This thing shouldnt even be called a tripod. It must be like what they used in 8000 BC China to punish disobedient students. It has like no grip to carry, no carrying case. Basically nowhere to hold on to. You either wrap your arm around it, or you have to use plastic bags to make a carrier.
The skies were kind enough to sympathize with me, sending tears and making me almost slip and fall. Well, miraculously, I reached. 1.27pm. On time!
4.30 came. I was still sitting there like an idiot with a tripod...
Finally, the cast came and we could film.
Filming went quite smoothly, and it ended. While wrapping up, we played back to relish our efforts. Video was good, quality was fine. Suddenly we realised the thing was v noisy. So I put headphones and listened.
I kid you not, an invisible typhoon must have been behind us while we were filming. The audio was so distorted I swear it makes Rihanna sound good. Present no.2 !
Well, you know what they say, good things comes in threes. So it was 7.35, 8pm had a debate discussion in KAP mac, so went there. Arrived 7:50, early, and had dinner. KAP's macspicy is like a total rip-off. Somehow, the main composition of the burger is like pepper. I have no idea why, but finishing my sprite still left my tongue burning. It was past 8. I realise they were late, and called... they said will be late.
Suddenly I had a v bright idea. I could see a doctor and get a MC, but I was carrying a 5000kg weight with me. Eventually I left it with a nice staff at the counter, whom gladly offered to keep it for me while I redeem myself from another semester of CATS.
As I reached the clinic I got another call from my beloved teammates informing me they were at like Novena, and wanted me to go over. Naturally I gave the only sensible reply. F_CK _FF . Would you like to buy a vowel?
Entered the clinic, and got to see the doctor. People, this is the way you get MCs, do not learn from ozy, who tries to talk alot of nonsense and ends up with pills that make you retarded. I went in, and clearly presented my points.
- I have a headache in the morning
- Now I'm perfectly fine.
- MC, ty.
The doctor was like the best thing that happened to me today. His sympathy and understanding of my plight amazed me. He knew what to say and what to do, his silent emphaty should be the decree of what all doctors should follow. One simple "Ok, I understand".
Medical expenses + paracetamol = 32 SGD
Total consultation time: 30 seconds
Doctors make well over a dollar a second. Don't come tell me nonsense that science makes no money.
Actually he gave me muscle relaxant, I think he heard me yelling at paul outside his office.
I decided to go home, just so cos I was freaking pissed, the group didnt relent, endlessly flooding me with missed calls as I was waiting for 184.
As I boarded the bus, I was relived, a bad day gone.. Suddenly, as the doors closed....
.
.
.
.
.
.
" NA BEI, WHERES MY TRIPOD?! "
burnt saturday
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O'l Almighty lord,
Please help vanquish dementia poor students like us suffer. Apart from the Great Flood of assignments, we have to suffer from festering burdens of an ingenious scam called "teamwork". While we toil hard on the soil, our "brothers" and "sisters" are on F&F (Friendster and Facebook) . When we meet to celebrate your grace, we wait for the seasons to change before they show. When our scalp bleeds from the scratching they supervise us, and try to look pretty. Giggle and smile at you, as if our ideas parallel Niagara Falls and it is by divine rights all ideas come from us. We believe in you, lord, like we believe in them. We trust you lord, like we trust them. *removes knife from back* When you shine you'r holy light to the dawn of a new day, I receive your "gifts" and thank you I'm still alive....Amen.
Ok, I fail at this. Simply cannot bring myself to type further. Was supposed to receive script ideas from 两座山. So I checked my email, to receive a "TADAAAA". And that's all. Script idea for a 6 minute film. "TADAAA", very helpful! Either he thinks its very funny or he doesn't realise its a zero for peer-evaluation.
Had a very bad day today, I will not disseminate its contents to invoke melancholy to my loyal readers like ms chew.
People, this I shit you not. Projects may seem fun and easy, but picking the wrong people guarantees you an "F". Sure, you may be good at picking apples in a supermarket, but that's NEWBISH stuff! *scoffs*
People to avoid when doing projects:
Funny people
Usually people who think they are very funny are not. Good example is rome. Nevertheless, humor is never too good in a group. Nothing gets done when you are drunk on laughter, or freezing if its not really funny.
Flower Vase
Unless the project has a very big presentation factor, or a superficial lecturer, do not pick ornaments. These individuals usually just look pretty, or attempt to look pretty during discussion neither which are very helpful. I swear to god, if you pour water and stick a rose on their empty heads, they can be used for candle-lit dinners.
Wet Blankets
Supposedly Islamic, these serve the same function as suicide bombers. BOOM! Everyone dies.
Timekeepers
These are people who usually makes your mum ask you why your project takes 8 hours to complete. Arranging a meeting in summer will ensure that you see them earliest when its snowing. snowie^-^
招财猫
These are individuals who supposedly are easy to work with. Synonyms with those 16.99 head-nodders in comics connection. Everything is replied with an "ok" or "sure". One day I will test by sticking 5 cigars in their mouth and asking them if its ok to light.
Scarecrows
These are the lower-class of Flower Vases, for ornamental purposes but do not have that X-factor. Simply there to make up numbers, and to make the group seem more important.
Researchers
Don't get me wrong, of course I need info. But I dont need to know who Paris Hilton slept with. Please provide me with something I can submit, not news that Hudgens has naked pics over the Internet.
Young Einsteins
It is of course good to get bright sparks in brainstorming, however, unripe fruits are like young Einsteins, supposedly mentally retarded. If you do not listen in class, do not read assignment handouts, do not possess MENSA membership card or If you know nothing, please find a way to make yourself disappear before I throw a table at you.
Please help vanquish dementia poor students like us suffer. Apart from the Great Flood of assignments, we have to suffer from festering burdens of an ingenious scam called "teamwork". While we toil hard on the soil, our "brothers" and "sisters" are on F&F (Friendster and Facebook) . When we meet to celebrate your grace, we wait for the seasons to change before they show. When our scalp bleeds from the scratching they supervise us, and try to look pretty. Giggle and smile at you, as if our ideas parallel Niagara Falls and it is by divine rights all ideas come from us. We believe in you, lord, like we believe in them. We trust you lord, like we trust them. *removes knife from back* When you shine you'r holy light to the dawn of a new day, I receive your "gifts" and thank you I'm still alive....Amen.
Ok, I fail at this. Simply cannot bring myself to type further. Was supposed to receive script ideas from 两座山. So I checked my email, to receive a "TADAAAA". And that's all. Script idea for a 6 minute film. "TADAAA", very helpful! Either he thinks its very funny or he doesn't realise its a zero for peer-evaluation.
Had a very bad day today, I will not disseminate its contents to invoke melancholy to my loyal readers like ms chew.
People, this I shit you not. Projects may seem fun and easy, but picking the wrong people guarantees you an "F". Sure, you may be good at picking apples in a supermarket, but that's NEWBISH stuff! *scoffs*
People to avoid when doing projects:
Funny people
Usually people who think they are very funny are not. Good example is rome. Nevertheless, humor is never too good in a group. Nothing gets done when you are drunk on laughter, or freezing if its not really funny.
Flower Vase
Unless the project has a very big presentation factor, or a superficial lecturer, do not pick ornaments. These individuals usually just look pretty, or attempt to look pretty during discussion neither which are very helpful. I swear to god, if you pour water and stick a rose on their empty heads, they can be used for candle-lit dinners.
Wet Blankets
Supposedly Islamic, these serve the same function as suicide bombers. BOOM! Everyone dies.
Timekeepers
These are people who usually makes your mum ask you why your project takes 8 hours to complete. Arranging a meeting in summer will ensure that you see them earliest when its snowing. snowie^-^
招财猫
These are individuals who supposedly are easy to work with. Synonyms with those 16.99 head-nodders in comics connection. Everything is replied with an "ok" or "sure". One day I will test by sticking 5 cigars in their mouth and asking them if its ok to light.
Scarecrows
These are the lower-class of Flower Vases, for ornamental purposes but do not have that X-factor. Simply there to make up numbers, and to make the group seem more important.
Researchers
Don't get me wrong, of course I need info. But I dont need to know who Paris Hilton slept with. Please provide me with something I can submit, not news that Hudgens has naked pics over the Internet.
Young Einsteins
It is of course good to get bright sparks in brainstorming, however, unripe fruits are like young Einsteins, supposedly mentally retarded. If you do not listen in class, do not read assignment handouts, do not possess MENSA membership card or If you know nothing, please find a way to make yourself disappear before I throw a table at you.
Jay Chou has lost all my respect
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His previous works are known to be an epitome of music, however, his latest tinkering has proved otherwise. It has finally come to an end, like all good things, his streak of remarkable sales for his songs, considering 70% of the songs contain incomprehensible gibberish. Yes of course, he's Jay.
Seated comfortably relaxed as a cowboy on a pink pony and with his usual laid back look on his album cover, he resembles one of the lead casts in Brokeback Mountain. Gay.. I mean.. Jay Chou's new album has received incredibly low sales, nearing only 50,000 in two weeks compared to other less popular singers achieve in one. One must feel compelled to buy a CD upon these words, however, a wise bird will wait for his wings to harden before he flies. A few minutes of "preview" into his new album has completely obliterated my respect for him.
Jay's response to his poor album sales was not somewhat honest like... "Oh, Ok, So I can't be a cowboy?" or "I should stick to singing Arabic" but a disappointing "My sales figures are genuine". If this is not a publicity stunt, it better be that Jay got hit hard on the head with a grand piano while filming Secret. Either way, it depicts one of the sad facts of life that when-you-get-despo-you-chut-pattern-to-sell and answers an age-old question: Do you change or conform?
As if my mental capabilities were not maimed badly enough, I had to find his MV on Youtube. People, I will not elaborate more. When you see the MV, you will wonder who managed to impersonate Jay and get away with an MV. And just when I thought I could pin my hopes on the rest of his album for salvation, he bites me square in the ass with song after song of William Hung.
For someone who has been nearly immortalised in the music industry for his works of zenith across numerous years, this is no doubt a very stupid ending, like in DOA. What I manage to reclaim from my shattered hopes was this song currently playing in your ear. However, this too does not end nicely, as Jay has managed to infuse chicken-slaughtering sounds at the end of the song to be considered part of his "music". If I personally could see Jay now, believe me, I will aim another grand piano at his head to fix this sacrilege.
Seated comfortably relaxed as a cowboy on a pink pony and with his usual laid back look on his album cover, he resembles one of the lead casts in Brokeback Mountain. Gay.. I mean.. Jay Chou's new album has received incredibly low sales, nearing only 50,000 in two weeks compared to other less popular singers achieve in one. One must feel compelled to buy a CD upon these words, however, a wise bird will wait for his wings to harden before he flies. A few minutes of "preview" into his new album has completely obliterated my respect for him.
Jay's response to his poor album sales was not somewhat honest like... "Oh, Ok, So I can't be a cowboy?" or "I should stick to singing Arabic" but a disappointing "My sales figures are genuine". If this is not a publicity stunt, it better be that Jay got hit hard on the head with a grand piano while filming Secret. Either way, it depicts one of the sad facts of life that when-you-get-despo-you-chut-pattern-to-sell and answers an age-old question: Do you change or conform?
As if my mental capabilities were not maimed badly enough, I had to find his MV on Youtube. People, I will not elaborate more. When you see the MV, you will wonder who managed to impersonate Jay and get away with an MV. And just when I thought I could pin my hopes on the rest of his album for salvation, he bites me square in the ass with song after song of William Hung.
For someone who has been nearly immortalised in the music industry for his works of zenith across numerous years, this is no doubt a very stupid ending, like in DOA. What I manage to reclaim from my shattered hopes was this song currently playing in your ear. However, this too does not end nicely, as Jay has managed to infuse chicken-slaughtering sounds at the end of the song to be considered part of his "music". If I personally could see Jay now, believe me, I will aim another grand piano at his head to fix this sacrilege.
Solitary
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Been spending quite alot of time alone now, you can say its up to the extent of months... well, psychologically at least. The 11th hour has already begun, the year is almost over, and because I'm doing my fair share of emo-ing as a prerequisite for a adolescent, I shall reflect on some of my mental thesises throughout the year.
Children - Hate them? Adore them? I must say this is a rather recent issue that really deserves reflection. It was not until a passing of the kid's playground in my school did it invoke my senses. Ok, so its true. I didn't really like children alot, I thought they were extremley spoilt and possessed logic closest to women; imcomprehensible. Then one day I realised how happy I was many years back and miraculously started to believe I didn't like them simply because of a silent jealously: they were always so much happier. For individuals who share the ghost of my recent past, I'd advise you to be more cultured, maybe take up art, for it is only then can you learn to see more beauty the simple things of everyday life.
Adolescence - No denial, we've at one point of our lives rubbed the lamp, hoping a genie will appear and make us age ten years. Always wanting freedom was a mistake. I think I prefer choices to be made for me. Call me irresponsible, but hey, I can do without the great power spidey. It like that, being neither here nor there is but a nuisance to everyone. I think this is why suicide rates rocket in our years. Someone forgot to put emoing and PMSing under the CIP needed for us to graduate into full-fledged adults, I am clocking in my time now. Dun piss me off.
Friends - Call me superficial, but I'm a black artist. You will see me staring at a flaw then mere perfection. I'm too proud? nono, I'm just downright arrogant >=). Something which I have yet to accomplish, this will undoubtedly be in my milestones for 2008 : Learn to accept assholes as friends, because there is no one else left on the waiting list.
Life - This shouldn't really be here. Oh well. It seems scary, as you grow older. You begin to become more materialistic. Your ideals and dreams seem to be vanquished by the passage of time. Some of us will even lose shreds of moral fibre when we lie in our curriculum vitae. With so much precious to lose, and so much of atrocity give me Children's Day any day. I will join Michael Jackson in his crusade.
Children - Hate them? Adore them? I must say this is a rather recent issue that really deserves reflection. It was not until a passing of the kid's playground in my school did it invoke my senses. Ok, so its true. I didn't really like children alot, I thought they were extremley spoilt and possessed logic closest to women; imcomprehensible. Then one day I realised how happy I was many years back and miraculously started to believe I didn't like them simply because of a silent jealously: they were always so much happier. For individuals who share the ghost of my recent past, I'd advise you to be more cultured, maybe take up art, for it is only then can you learn to see more beauty the simple things of everyday life.
Adolescence - No denial, we've at one point of our lives rubbed the lamp, hoping a genie will appear and make us age ten years. Always wanting freedom was a mistake. I think I prefer choices to be made for me. Call me irresponsible, but hey, I can do without the great power spidey. It like that, being neither here nor there is but a nuisance to everyone. I think this is why suicide rates rocket in our years. Someone forgot to put emoing and PMSing under the CIP needed for us to graduate into full-fledged adults, I am clocking in my time now. Dun piss me off.
Friends - Call me superficial, but I'm a black artist. You will see me staring at a flaw then mere perfection. I'm too proud? nono, I'm just downright arrogant >=). Something which I have yet to accomplish, this will undoubtedly be in my milestones for 2008 : Learn to accept assholes as friends, because there is no one else left on the waiting list.
Life - This shouldn't really be here. Oh well. It seems scary, as you grow older. You begin to become more materialistic. Your ideals and dreams seem to be vanquished by the passage of time. Some of us will even lose shreds of moral fibre when we lie in our curriculum vitae. With so much precious to lose, and so much of atrocity give me Children's Day any day. I will join Michael Jackson in his crusade.
Rules of a world
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Every system is like an object in a vast universe. Picture it gliding across space without opposition. Nothing works without absolute truth, or so called a pillar of truth. Every system, has that piece, that cannot fail, or there will simply be no system at all.
We talk about life, what are the two things that are certain? Well, the closest you get is death and taxes, which so happens to make a plausible thesis. Sparta can be your throne, but time will see your body turn to dust. No death, no life. Nothing can live without dying, nothing can die without living. Makes sense?
Without an absolute system, a confirmation, nothing is certain, the system fails. Because nothing remains its rationality, which is my only restraint from now strangling non-aethists and smacking them hard on their head. This is the only possible reason I think God can exist for, absoluteness.
Ponder, are now aware of what you are doing, are you conscious? Are you awake, or are you dreaming you are awake? What happens if you suddenly awake, realising you life has been a dream? What happens if you never wake up, are you then awake, or asleep?
Further, a tree collaspes in the middle of a forest. It's sound no one hears, its difference no one sees, its presence no one knows. Did it then happen? Does it make a difference if it does happen or does not happen?
Friends: Do they exist? What is a friend, what is an acquaintance? You smile together, laugh together, hurt together, bleed together. Does that make him a friend or an acquaintance? Yes, No? What makes so? No truth, no friend? So does he really exist? Or is he merely a figment of your imagination? Worse still, do they use slander in your name?
What is real, what is not? If you have not been told you are reading, are you then reading, or would you agree you are knowing?
Many of life's mysteries. There never is a system without a pillar, so how can people claim something to be absolute. So if you have understood what I was trying to say, you will have realised you've just spent five minutes of your life in vain.
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Every system is like an object in a vast universe. Picture it gliding across space without opposition. Nothing works without absolute truth, or so called a pillar of truth. Every system, has that piece, that cannot fail, or there will simply be no system at all.
We talk about life, what are the two things that are certain? Well, the closest you get is death and taxes, which so happens to make a plausible thesis. Sparta can be your throne, but time will see your body turn to dust. No death, no life. Nothing can live without dying, nothing can die without living. Makes sense?
Without an absolute system, a confirmation, nothing is certain, the system fails. Because nothing remains its rationality, which is my only restraint from now strangling non-aethists and smacking them hard on their head. This is the only possible reason I think God can exist for, absoluteness.
Ponder, are now aware of what you are doing, are you conscious? Are you awake, or are you dreaming you are awake? What happens if you suddenly awake, realising you life has been a dream? What happens if you never wake up, are you then awake, or asleep?
Further, a tree collaspes in the middle of a forest. It's sound no one hears, its difference no one sees, its presence no one knows. Did it then happen? Does it make a difference if it does happen or does not happen?
Friends: Do they exist? What is a friend, what is an acquaintance? You smile together, laugh together, hurt together, bleed together. Does that make him a friend or an acquaintance? Yes, No? What makes so? No truth, no friend? So does he really exist? Or is he merely a figment of your imagination? Worse still, do they use slander in your name?
What is real, what is not? If you have not been told you are reading, are you then reading, or would you agree you are knowing?
Many of life's mysteries. There never is a system without a pillar, so how can people claim something to be absolute. So if you have understood what I was trying to say, you will have realised you've just spent five minutes of your life in vain.
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