Disorganised Crime

Alert the media. I've finally stopped procrastinating to blogging.

Okay. Chionging homework nowadays. I've got about 30-40% left. All chinese. Duh.

Went to the Boon Lay LAN with Rulang gang last Thursday. To much general suprise/shock, the team with Yuan Xin won both DotA matches. Also saw some delinquents playing Pudge Wars. Looks cute.

I'm using Naga Siren nowadays. (That sexy beast.) Quite ownage on Zion.

Going LAN again this Thursday. Woo.

Been watching alot of late-night television recently. Hated Lost III's anti-climatic ending. Shocked at James being blindsided and voted out. Liked the way everyone talks bloody fast and snappishly in Shark.

They're talking about saving the class blog. Screw it lah. Memories my ass.

BTW...
Turn the lights back on. Let the water run while you brush. Ditch the recycling bins. Burn all the fossil fuels you like. The world's quite bloody doomed at the rate we're going.

"Two MVs and I'm already hooked. (Wait. Is this the frontwoman or the band?)"

Lies will only be told on a need-to-know (but I won't let you) basis

Class chalet was....fun.

Yea. Even me, the biggest wet blanket/cynic/jerk around, has to admit that it was, at the very least....enjoyable.

I'm so gonna kill myself after this post.

Okay. The boredom of holidays are really getting to me. I'm reduced to scaring/torturing Yuyan about fake KL-hates-her stuff. (Well, obviously, he does but not to the extent that I'm lying about.) I was never one to take luuuurve seriously. *Vomit noises*

The homework's kinda daunting now that I'm two weeks into the hols but haven't done any. Especially Chinese. Ohh yes. Chinese. If I were wearing boots now, I'd be shaking in them.

Heard from MTV news that Fall Out Boy has already finished another album but doesn't wanna release it till "it's the right time". Haiz... Wonder what i'll be called.

Sorry me hasn't been posting much. I blame it on the Mysterious Force. It makes my mouse float to the WarCraft III icon everytime I turn on the PC. So you see, it's not really my fault.

Two freaking mega-bands are coming to S'pore in December and I'm not going to any of their concerts. F*** lah.

F*** lah.

How normal people tried to kill rock & roll, and how rock & roll came to bite them back on the ass

Woo. School ends. (Retarded statement.) Went to the Little India LAN with Shaun and Hua Chong strangers. Realised I wasn't as at noob DotA as I thought. Shaun pwned with Chaos Knight. Everytime I met him, I was dead for sure. But it wasn't really my fault. Blame it on the freaking slow intel hero I was using.

Just listened to the Boys Like Girls album in detail. (As in, from beginning to end.) Veeeery nice. Their music's sorta like FOB's. You know, emo punk. And this time round, I get to be nuts about them from their debut (DEE-butt) album. 'Cause it's like, I've always killed myself over finding about FOB so late. I've missed two fantastic albums by the time I laid my hands on FUCT. (From Under The Cork Tree. Pronounced as f**ked. No kidding.) Same thing for Linkin Park's Meteora. I so hate myself.

Holidays rock. Wake up at 11+. DotA till, say, 1pm. 打包 unhealhty lunch. Cat nap after lunch. 4 o'clock wake up. Go Avery's play on xBox Live. This is the freaking life.

High School is the Penalty for Trangressions Yet to be Specified

I swear, it is.

Fell sick 2 days ago. Sudden bout of flu. Over now.

Our...stubby (short & fat) math teacher was supposed to bring us to JP today and treat us to McDonald's. He didn't. 'Coz he was bringing 1K. So he'll bring us to the JEC one after school on Monday. Damn. I was really looking forward to it. The amount I ordered was like, for two people. 1 McSpicy. 1 McWings. 6pc Chick3n McNuggets. Oh... My... Gawd... I wimper in pathetic gluttony everytime I think about it. I chose going to the JP McDonald's 'cause the guys wanted to go to the arcade there. JEC also has a arcade of course, but lotsa Percussion Freak pros hang around there and it'll make me look totally outclassed.

Went to Jerian's to "work" on the Flash project. When he wasn't looking, stuck my thumbdrive in his laptop and stole Boys Like Girls. Muahahahaha.

I think I'll link people only if they nag me to do so on my tagboard. It's not a sneaky way of getting tags. Really.

Concussion Fweak

DuelMasters:
Charge Gregorian Worm into Mana Zone. Cast Logic Cube. Search Deck for Dark Reversal. Put into Hand. Cast Dark Reversal. Search Graveyard for http://zerotoleranceforbullshit.blogspot.com. Put into Hand. Summon.

Pokemon:
Attach Dark Energy to Rocket’s Meowth. Use Attack: Snatch and Run. Search Deck for Pokemon Retrieval System. Use. Search Discard Pile for http://zerotoleranceforbullshit.blogspot.com. Put on Bench.

Yu-Gi-Oh!:
Cast Secret Book of Spells. Return 2 Monster Reborns from Graveyard back into Deck. Use Pot of Greed. Happen to draw the 2 Monster Reborns. (WTH?!) Cast Monster Reborn. Put a http://zerotoleranceforbullshit.blogspot.com into hand. Normal Summon in Attack Position.

My blog rises from the dead with style.

So. Britney’s new album’s coming out. That’s how long I haven’t been posting. Her album’s called Blackout, BTW, and it’s inspired by her experience after her third Martini at the bar with Paris Hilton that resulted in a one-night-stand with her pimply manager, Stan. I think it’s just a really lame attempt at getting back into the music business after being plagued by bald heads and revealed Brazilian waxes for 4 years. Get a life, dude(tte).

Okay. Let’s get up to date.

New specs. (Cooler, methinks.)
Exams over. (For those who has been living under a rock.)
Results…can do better.
Handphone back. (Woo. Hoo.)

Recently I sorta got hooked onto the drum machine thingy in the JEC/JP/Lot1 arcade. Called Percussion Freak. Freaking fun. Played off about $15 on it already. I’m already sorta kinda somewhat accepted into the pro clique with the rank of PRO NOB/NOOB PRO. I gotta be pro at something in the arcade, right? KL and HK fighting for the Daytona Throne. Very cool to see them drive. Me? When I play Daytona: Manual. Advanced. Race starts. Gear 1. Turn round. Play the whole thing backward, crashing cars. Fun leh.

Jerian just bloody won’t lend me Boys Like Girls. Damn him.

1A’s thinking of having 3-D-2-N at the chalet at Downtown East. Whatever. Kills boredom.

Really should be posting more often.

"I'm not good with confessions. May I issue you a wiseass comment instead?"

This'll be the last post I'll be doin' before the end-of-years.

STRESSED. RABID. FRENZIED.

Wth. Exams suck. I WANNA GET THIS OVER AND DONE WITH.

Jerian lent me, like, 10 albums. Thank you Jerian. Lucky Jean; has MTV for a boyfriend.

RX + Jerian = Every song ever recorded.

The new Click Five album SUCKS.

AFI's metal is seriously HARD.

Bowling For Soup ain't that great aside for some bloody rockin' tracks.

Call me Cowell.

Houston, You've Got A Problem

And serious issues.

Do I like High School Musical? No. Do I like High School Musical 2? Nope. Am I going to like High School Musical 3 which is coming up I dunno when? (Forever will be too soon.) Over my dead scrawny body that used to be able to do a pull-up. (I can’t do one now. Wth?!) Geez, why do people keep asking me these questions? Do I look like someone who likes stupid, immature films with wafer-thin plots that have zero entertainment value? Yet, almost everyone I know is, like, NUTZ about it. If we were looking for any proof that the world is ending, this is surely it. People freaking over how “good” the granddaddy of Z-grade films are. Get a life. And the songs are no big deal either. Any one of Britney’s hits can (friggin’ totally) pwn them. And that’s really saying something.

Let’s see. I last posted… before the holidays. Okay. Update.

History play: Unexpected pwnage of other classes. I think Pris cried when we won. Prize: 2 boxes of Ferero Roche. Choc heaven.

Simile Song: Settled for obscure song by freak singer. Sounds horrible. Song: She’s Like a Swallow. Suckiness can be easily inferred from title. Presentation sucked.

Holidays: Major WarCrafting. ‘Nuff said.

Handphone confiscated till exams end. Expect 1000+ SMSes that will crash the M1 network the next time I turn it on again.

Sold my soul on eBay

Woo. History play tommorow. Absolute failure can be foreseen by a blind man with a faulty crystal ball. No chance of winning. Ahh, the effort put into it. Which include making a wicked cool Anubis idol which started out as a SingTel promotional balloon and two pieces of vanguard.

Hmm. Wasn't joking when I said that you'll have to waiting long for my next post. Here is it, anyways.

Searchin' for song lyrics for Language Arts right now. Killer catch: Must have similies in them. Went through all of FOB's. NONE. Doin' Green Day's now.

...

WHY COULDN'T HAVE I FRWEAKING GOTTEN FRWEAKING METAPHOR?!?! IT'LL BE FREAKING EASY!! AND THE GROUP WHO GOT IT CHOSE A OBSCURE, NO-ONE-HAS-EVER-HEARD-OF-IT SONG CALLED...

"I'm a Rock".

Yea, and they deserve to be stoned.

DAVEEINDEED

Using Blogger in draft to write this. Not much of a difference, really. The layout and everything's still the same.



Saved myself just in time from lapsing (is there such a word? I just used it because it sounded right) into another non-blogging state that will last until people start spamming my tagboard and pestering me to blog. Count yourself lucky.



It's time for another episode of Shao Xun's YouTube Adventures!



Okay. In the past like, 3 days, I've discovered a bunch of FOB Misheard Lyrics songs. Some of them are bloody funny. BLOODY bloody funny. Had me in tears.



Okay. I'll explain. You know how Patrick Stump stutters in some songs? (A girl[space]friend of mine says he's the only guy alive who could make speech impediments sound sexy.) Yeah? His pronunciation is also quite loose (synonym for crappy). So dudes started to replace the actual lyrics of FOB songs with words that sound like what Patrick's saying. And some of them are really, really funny.



My favs are those made by daveeindeed. Most of them (the videos) feature this emo call Terrance. Who's obsessed with Hugh Grant. (The guy who play the father in Stuart Little 1 & 2.)



You gotta view the vids in a certain order for the maximum laughs.








(A "ho" is a, um, prostitute.)



Damn funny eh? If you don't think so, kill yourself. People without a sense of humor should be allowed to live.

Won't be blogging for some time.

10 Reasons Why the Female Species Tick Me Off

(The reasons are not ranked in anyway whatsoever.)

1. They make poor chaps like Gunny go nuts.
2. They like pink.
3. They're too enthu.
4. They're too emo.
5. "So superficial, so immature"
6. They adore Korean stuff. (Gunny made me write this.)
7. There are way too many of them in RV.
8. Only 0.000001% of them are sane and people you could interact with without going crazy.
9. In some cases, they evolve to bitchomanicus tickmeoffmajorus, commonly know as bitches.
10. 1-9 all over again. But with hormones.

I am not a plastic f@g

Today's RV's ND celebrations. Sports day, in other words. Absolute waste of time.

Spending ND at the twins' doing the history play. Still okay, I guess.

I don't really like either of this year's ND songs. Fades in comparison to some of the ones in the past. And the Kit Chan one has lame lyrics. What kinda freak "climbs the Eiffel Tower and the Great Wall in one hour"?!

Hmm... Patriotism. Deep thing. I don't think I really love S'pore or anything. Won't be dying for it. You know, just a place I live. But I'm actually kinda thankful that I'm born in S'pore. The US would be cool, but with the drugs and guns, it's not exactly safe.

FACT: 1 out of 3 American kids die before they reach their first birthday.

Disturbing. Anyway, I'm just posting becayse I should, not because there is actually anything eventful. Tryin' to get iWebMusic to work on this blog right now.

Busted!

Arrgh. Xin Ni figured it out. And it was KL. And she cracked a majorly lame joke about Dumex and growth rates. Eew.

Went to the arcade after Saturday's S-word. It's like a ritual now. You know, you keep us from feeling too much like shit and eventually jumping off something high. Anyway, I was at the JE arcade and had maxed out my budget in about, say, 5 mins? So moi and KL loitered. That's kinda like littering with us humans being the litter. I spied with my little eye a little girl, fiveish, on the drum machine thingie. She was choosing the song. I was like,"What a total waste of fabulous $$$. She'll suck." Then she started playing. Here's a diagram to illustrate what happened:

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She was brilliant. She could kick Andy's butt. (FOB's drummer) She was like, whamwhamwhamwhambangbang*snare*snare*whambang*snare*. Okay, not a fantastic description. The point was, she ROCKED. A 237 hit combo!! Nuts.

"He said I've been to the year 3000

Not much has changed but they live underwater

And your great-great-great-granddaughter is pretty fine, she's pretty fine"

~Year 3000 by Busted

I'm British, not gay

Okay. Haven't posted in ages so I'll just skim over what's happened.

Event #1: E&C Camp
Absolute waste of time. Class performance sucked. 1B used their aces in the holes -- Rui Xiong and Joshua. Lost beloved watch and cracked camera's LCD screen. Dead, therefore.

Event #2: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
Absolute non-waste of time. Fantastic book, although many of What Will Happen In Harry Potter 7's predictions did not come true. Neville did not get his revenge on Bellatrix and Fred died. Sad. There goes the joke shop.

Event #3: Watched OOTP. Cho Chang even uglier than in GOF. I'd thought that Harry had better taste. Emma Watson's pretty, though.

I got saboed by 1A to go for inter-class speech competition. Topic's gaming addiction. Nuts.

YAY. Got DotA. Suck at it, though. Used Lord of Olympia and Twin Head Dragon so far. Should consult the Gunner.

Sense of humor dying ever since I entered RV and met non-funny classmates. Need a 6R reunion, fast.

I wanna watch the Simpsons. Anyone interested?

Spiderpig, spiderpig...

High School Never Ends never ends

(Not in my head, at least.)



Today I heard High School Never Ends for the first time, if you don't count the time when I heard the fat dude from My Name Is Earl singing it. In the dentist, if you believe that.



Two words. Immediate hookage.



I was bobbing my head so much the dentist accidentally scratched my gums with that sharp thingie. But when I got back to class, I only remembered one line.



THE WHOLE DAMN WORLD IS JUST HAS OBSESSED WITH WHO'S THE BEST DRESSED AND WHO'S HAVING SEX



It was so fanatasic I couldn't stop thinking about it. Eventually, of course, it drove me crazy. (So this is infatuation.)



THE WHOLE DAMN LINE JUST ENTERED MY HEAD, IT'S JUST AS OBSESSED WITH DRIVING ME MAD

I was at Popular that day. Saw I Green Day concert VCD called Bullet in the Bible. NC16. That's why my parents didn't wanna get it for me. Arrgh. It sucks to be 13. And to have a unstable dial-up internet connection. It disconnected itself for about 5 times as I wrote this. It's stupid. Something with an actual, physical thing connecting you to the internet can be slower than wireless. Crap.

An encounter with the undisputed queen of wisecracks

And I am the fool who challenges her reign.
It is my destiny.

Spent some time on Technorati just now. RX's RIP has an authority of 23!! Holy bloody cow. In comparison, I am, of course, PATHETIC. Gunny's has an authority of 2. Not that I'm saying anything.

When I woke up today, my tongue hurt like MAD. Like as if I tried Gunny's Method To Blister Your Foot Method #10. Just that I put the spikes on my foot instead. Then when I tried to brush my teeth, it hurt like hell. Like the pain a Maple mushroom feels when you attack it with a snail shell throw. I could feel my nevre endings shriveling up.

Speaking of pain on the toungue, (not a phrase you hear often) I expeirenced a tastebud Holocaust last Saturday. I can't believe it slipped my mind when I blogged on Monday. Anyway, I was at this Japanese restuarant. I ordered sushi so they also gave me a chuck of wasabi. Thinking that it was the low quality wasabi that contains only 1% of the real stuff and is not spicy at all, I dipped my sushi into the wasabi and ate it. SPICY. Killed about a million tastebuds. I mourn their demise.

Oh yah. Tony Blair stepped down today. But they say not to talk about politics.

If it's YourSpace, why the hell do you want people there?

1st day back to school. Day to choose CID cluster. Although I took my time getting back home, buying a McSmoothie and eating lunch, I stilll managed to get my name into the Language Arts cluster. Yay. I was also burdened with the responsiblity of get the Psychopath into Lang Arts cluster. After a struggling with her password, (ryanseah) I got in. But I had to put her in the second group; not that there's a difference but it was kinda sad.



I checked out this blog on Technorati just now:



Authority: 5

Rank: 1,101,508



Fantastic, considering that I hardly post. But some other classmates' blogs have authorities of up to 8!! Arrgh.



I've been thinking of switching out of Scouts the whole holiday (realists what me dead) so I asked Xin Ni how she got out of NPCC. Answer: Medical Condition. Bloody hell. Unless I develop some kinda rare heart disorder (touch wood) in the next 11 hours or so, I'll be going to tomorrow CCA.



Ok, now that I've said that, I'm banning SCOUTS from this blog. It shall not be mention unless there is an urgent need for you to understand how horrible it is. In that situation it shall be reffered to as the S-word.

Till Scouts do us part

Scouts is just the next journey

Birth, Life, Scouts

As silent as Scouts

The Girm Reaper, the envoy of Scouts

There is nothing to fear in Scouts

At the moment before my eventual Scouts, my life flashed before my eyes.

A Late-Night Trip Into the Land of Nasi Lemak Which Can Turn a Guy Into A Vegan

Vegans are worse than vegetarians. About by 1000 times.

Dun give the title a damn.

Now that the homework situation is "under control", (massive overstatement) I'm blogging again. Yah.

I some did stuff to the thinguses that come after a post.

Gunny has a new blog, complete with a new blogskin. Sigh... another fool sucked into the abyss of flashy blogskins. Actually, his is still okay. Some others are just horrible. RX makes her own. Now that's originality. (Love the pengiuns.)

Speaking of penguins, another bloody penguin movie has popped up. Hollywood is brain-dead. Can't they see that there're enough blackandwhite flightless birds waddling' around on cinema screens?! First The March of The Penguins. Then Happy Feet. Now Surf's Up.

About bananas:
When you peel bananas, how many separate peels do you get? Usually I get about 3, each one about 1.5 inches wide.
When you're finishing your banana, when do you peel off all the skin to eat the whole thing? I usually peel my banana until there's about 3cm of unpeeled skin. When I reach about 2cm above the unpeeled skin, I peel the whole thing and eat it.
Are banana peels really so slippery? I tried and all I can say is that the back of my skull will never be the same again.

Fascinating.

I've learnt how to data-change LF2. It bloody fun. I can make a "crim" Jack have zero "HP" and 99 "reserves" (gettin' kinda technical here) so once you rescue him he keeps on dying by himself. Then when you put a bunch of him together and dash through them with a Louis EX, it's like raining Jacks.

Not that you would care.

Since I don't blog as regularly as I'm obliged to, I've came up with a solution. (You may now swoon in the aura of my thoughtfulness) It's this RSS reader called FeedDemon. It also doubles as a Web Browser and it's what I'm using now to blog. Just give this blog's address to the program and it'll tell you if there are any new posts everytime you open up the program. And when you minimise it, it doesn't show up on Taskbar. (That thing with the start menu button.) Instead, it shows up in the notification area (that light-blue area on the right side of the Taskbar) as a small, insignificant icon which parents are unlikely to notice. Which is why it's fantastic for playing online games. Anyway, dowload it at http://www.newsgator.com/download/FeedDemon/FeedDemonInstall.exe. It's a trial version so you should download the installation file to reinstall it when it expires. And if your computer clock has a dead battery, (like me) if will never expire. Be thankful for limited energy sources.

Whoa. This post's rather wordy.

Nerdvana

He's not a magician, he's an illoooooooosionist.

Lotsa reasons to celebrate:

• Despite the birth of the twins and Butler's apparent retirement, there'll still be another Artemis Fowl book. I know this 'cause I went to Popular yesterday and flipped through the new edition of the Lost Colony. At the end of the book there was this Gnomnish message. You decipher it to know where the next Artemis adventure will start. Helsinki Harbour.
• And there'll also be a Artemis Fowl graphic novel coming out. Yay.
• I only recently discovered Fang's (from Maximum Ride) blog. It's been around since Jan 2005. I can't believe I've been missing out on this. Arrgh!!
• New Maximum Ride book -- Saving the World and Other Extreme Sports!
• Second Supernatuarlist book! (Eoin Colfer must be damn busy.)

Bravado Despada

These few days, I've been introduced to Granado Espada. It's not bad, sorta like a three-man Runescape. And the advertisements on TV keeps on screaming about how it's a "Presidential Game Award" winner so I guess I'm proud to be playing a monumental game like this.

If it surpasses Maple in terms of popularity, YAY.

It's June. Half a year has passed since I was introduced to the horrors of Sec School. Something tells me I should have gone to Hwa Chong. I dunno, but better not think too much; it'll drive me crazy.

1A wants a class outing. Consider that the majority of the class are girls (and that they're the ones planning it), it'll flop big-time. Why? 'Cause they chose LEGEND OF THE SEA. An absoulutly CRAP movie. Got one star in the ratings. I'll try to get them to watch Ocean's 13 instead. Although I didn't watch Ocean's 11 & 12, it's damn obvious that it rocks. The rating -- 4 stars.

Well, gotta go rant about how much LOTS suck. It sucks lots. Bad pun.

Yay. People are coming. My tagboard actually has TAGS! OMG... But I can't tell who's who. Anyway, the pressure's on for me to blog more often. During the holidays, it shouldn't be a problem. But when school restarts... let's just say it'll be a different matter. Today was Dance. Holy bloody fweakinbg hell. I didn't flunk. THERE IS A GOD.

I recently realised what was the bestest thing about YouTube. The FOB music videos. Really. Last time, I went to YouTube top check out funny stuff only. (Smosh, hacks, parodies) Nowadays it's FOB heaven. And there're many LF2 movies too. Really should check it out.

13 going on 24

The previous post was on 13th. This post is on the 24th. Get my point?

It's been a loooooooong time.

Lots has happened.

We lost the Rocket thing. Wipeout.
My results suck. GOTTA WORK HARDER!! I swear I will.
Mr Tan's going, and so is Ms Choong. (Gawd, this is so sad.)
Cynthia's group PULVERISED us in the D&T wood structure thingus. Ouch.
I realised that Hollywood is made up of a bunch of perverts.

Ms Choong showed us Love Actually. The R21 version. Holy cow. Enough said. This might just push me back into the realm of Pixar & Dreamworks.

Speaking of movies, the blockbuster season's here! =) But I can only watch one movie. (If I'm lucky, then 2.) What's it gonna be? For now, it's Order of the Phoenix. But according to RX, @ World's End is damn good too. I the mini-Shreks are TOTALLY cute. Damn. Major dileimma.

I'm going to do what Rat from Pearls Before Swine did. "Sacrifice a little integrity for commercial success." I'm going to do what my classmates have shamelessly been doing to get people to visit their blogs. I'm going to announce the existence of this blog on the class blog. Sigh... How could I sink so low?

Tomorrow's Dance. I'm dead. Meat.

Dance, dance. We're falling apart to half time.

Dance, dance. And these are the lives you love to lead.

~Dance, Dance by Fall Out Boy

(Can't) Fix Her In 45

45 days it just not quite enough for someone as hatable as Paris Hilton. Maybe 90. Or 180. What the heck, give her 10 years. Serves her right. Is she even mature enough to drive. I seriously doubt so. Note and observe her perpetually vancant expression, a definite indicator of stupidity and retardedness. No more shopping sprees! No more parties! No more sex vidoes! IN YOUR FACE, Paris.

(Those people who started the petitions to get PH out of trouble should be brought to a psycharist immidiately.)

So long live the car crash hearts

Cry on the couch

All the poets come to life

(Can't) fix me (her) in 45

~Thriller by Fall Out Boy

Ambitious Intentions

I resolve to get this blog into Blogger's Blogs Of Note.

I swear.

Actually, hacking into the Blogger server and putting this blog there may be easier.

Whatever.

I know I haven't posted in a while. I still alive and kickin', okay?

Blahblahblahblahblahblahblah.

Yaddayaddaydaddyadyadyadydaydayadyaydayaydaydaydyadda.

Gawd, there's NOTHIN' to blog about. I dunno how the hell Rui Xu-

Wait. Oh yah, Scouts resumes. (DAMN!) And so does my rants. That's good. The rants, I mean.

Our new temporary English teacher ROCKS.

Actually, I'd prefer if she replaced Faizad... Dun tell anyone.

*Gasp!*

*Shao Xun, how COULD YOU?!*

Everywhere we go we've got some skeletons that follow

~Broken Hearts Parade by Good Charlotte

FOB MVs on MTV

Fall Out Boy music videos on Music Television

So far I've watched 3: This Ain't a Scene, It's an Arms Race, Thnks Fr Th Mmrs & Dance, dance.

Pete Wentz is king of FOB. He hogs all the music videos. (No offence to the Hogger) In Dance, Dance, he gets the girl. In Thnks Fr Th Mmrs, a chimpanzee beats him to the girl. In This Ain't a Scene, It's an Arms Race, he strips for girls. Enough said.

Today was Engrish and Chinese. Some people dunno what was Ke Chen Fu Zhu Huo Dong. I wasn't one of them. Repeat: I wasn't one of them. Was not. No. Nadda. Negative. Shake head.

Life is full of miracles.

The footsteps beside me have gone their separate ways

~The River by Good Charlotte

Culinary Criminals

Criminal Profiles

Jerian Tyo

Crimes:
Merciless Slaugter of Culinary Art
Irritating the Italians
Ankle Socks
Ketchup Overdose

Heng Sheui Huei

Crimes:
Merciless Slaugter of Culinary Art
Irritating the Italians
Insulting the Sorting Hat of Hogwarts

Kung Xin Ni

Crimes:
Merciless Slaugter of Culinary Art
Irritating the Italians
Not Singing her Primary School Song With Xiao Dan & Shi Min

Chan Shi Min

Crimes:
Merciless Slaugter of Culinary Art
Irritating the Italians

COURTROOM DRAMA

Prosecutor: Did you or did you not witness the merciless slaughter of a pizza during Language Arts?

Witness: No, it was more of a sadisti-

Prosecutor (Interrupts): Answer the question, and only the question.

Witness: Yes.

Prosecutor: Did the slaughterers express any signs of joy or happiness at the sight of the pizza's demise?

Witness: Yeah.

Prosecutor: Yes or no?

Witness (rolls eyes): Yes.

Prosecutor: Did the slaughterers stop their sadistic torment of the pizza when it begged for mercy?

Defendant: Irrelevant!

Prosecutor: Do you, as a girl, think Jerian is "cute"?

Witness: Yes.

Prosecutor: I rest my case.

Defendant: Jerian. Is. Not. "CUTE".

Prosecutor: Oh yes he is. He could win "Manhunt".

Defendant: Is not.

Prosecutor: Is too.

Defendant: Is NOT!

Prosecutor: Is TOO!

Judge: Order in the court. And get me a new hammer.

I dunno what the hell that was.

Today we had Dance. IT WAS HELL. I was stuck in this all girl group. Horrible. Lion Queen, Sidekick, Mei Wen and Norec. Eww. God help me. And our song was a sickly sweet Korean crime-against-humanity.

One night and one more time. Thanks for the memories, even though they weren’t so great. “He tastes like you, only sweeter.”

~Thnks Fr Th Mmrs by Fall Out Boy

Maplers & Ankle-Sockers

I'm in a bad mood today so I guess I'll blast things that I don't like. The heading gives you a hint.

But first, something more light-hearted. During Lang Arts lesson, Xun Kai's group did a PowerPoint on how to make a Cappuccino (did I spell it right?). After the presentation, Mr Faizad told us about the different types of designer coffees. It appears that he once worked in a Starbucks before. Cool. Then he asked who are regular coffee drinkers. Only a few hands went up, mine included. I was kinda shocked. HOW DID THESE PEOPLE SCORE WELL FOR THEIR PSLE WITHOUT COFFEE?? Anyways, let me impart my prescious coffee knowledge to you:~

Espresso: Just pure, simple, coffee. The "base" for all the other designer coffees.

Cappuccino: Espresso + Frothed Milk. 1:1

Latte: Espresso + Frothed Milk. 3:1

Mocha: Espresso + Chocolate

Double Espresso: Espresso x2. Duh.

Long Black: That traditional coffeeshop coffee. Known to many as Kopi-O.

Red Eye: Long Black + Espresso

Gosh, I can work at Starbucks too.

On a totally unrelated note...

Maplers: I don't see the point of wacking a mushroom. (Kudos to WReX) What do you guys have against invertibrates, huh? Thousands of snails are dying on Maple island as we speak!! Is this some kind of mushroom holocaust, or is it just a sign of total cognitive submission? (Kudos to Dogbert) I may be starting a anti-Maple blog. I'll tell you if I do.

Ankle-Sockers: How the hell do you guys find time in the morning to meticulously fold your socks? What's the point of exposing your ankles? You want long legs? Get some genes from that friend of WReX. Stop yakkin' and put a sock it in. Bad pun intended.

Alright. I won't be posting for another 4-5 days. It used to be on a 3-day basis, but now I can't find the time.

Blah blah blah blah -- ALL BLACK

Blah blah blah blah -- ALL BLACK

The seats of my Cadillac

Blah blah blah blah blah blah black

~All Black by Good Charlotte

Yahtzee!

YAHTZEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Wee... hahaha... that was fun. Must have been a rouge mood swing.

Anyway, just in case you're wondering what the hell Yahtzee! is, it's a Hasbro board game that lacks a board. Yes. Whatever. It's this really cool game base mainly on dumb luck. So if you're dumb, you still have a chance of winning. (Good news for Jerian.) My group has to do a PowerPoint on it. At first, when we chose this as our topic, we didn't know what the hell it was. But we still chose it. Uh, yah. It's fun, actually. I'm referring to plunging into a thing that you have never heard of before. Call the me academic daredevil.

I know I haven't posted in about a lifetime. I guess it's because there's nothing much to blog about. But today's Wednesday. Things ALWAYS happen on Wednesday. Today was the trial run for mission two of our Rocket Project. (UNBELIEVABLY lame name. Yes, I know.) We're supposed to launch a water-powered rocket with a parachute attached to it. The parachute is supposed to open up and let the rocket float down nicely. The first try ROCKED. 8 sceonds ON THE DOT. But it was just a fluke. = ( The other two trials sucked. The idiot parachute just wouldn't open. Oh well.

Today, during assembly, there was this Sex Education squad that came to RV. They did a play about teenage pregancy, yadda yadda yadda. I wondered if this play would have any effect on the growing population of perverts in RV. Then I saw Jerian and Hong Kai laughing during the play. Question answered.

Then we had PSS. We did the usual thing -- sit in circle, yak about others' love life. Jerian and Hong Kai kept shout out stuff. Yes, they're funny. But low-quality. It gives me the itch to assume the position of class clown to show them how it's done. Watch and learn, noobs.

During PDP, (I forgot what it stood for) Mr Faizad told us about this site called Technorati. It's a Google for blogs. Then he searched "Faizad". This blog came up, I think. Thrice. Mr Faizad mentioned vulgar language in blogs but he said that he wasn't accusing us. Bad lie. Of COURSE he's accusing us. Or else he wouldn't force our blogs to show up on the Projector right? I wouldn't say I've used vulgarities on this blog but I have used "replacements" such as !@#$%^&*. Actually, I don't have any word in mind when I type these things. It's just a way of expressing extreme anger/frustration with actually using any swear words.

When I checked Technorati just now, two of the blogs that Mr Faid unearth has been deleted. Hmm...

I saw a Fall Out Boy music video on MTV. It was "This Ain't A Scene, It's An Arms Race". And it rocked. As usual.

Oookay. That's all. Nothing else.

I am an arms dealer fitting you with weapons in the form of words. And as long as the world keeps singing, that's just the bussiness I'm in

~This Ain't A Scene, It's An Arms Race by Fall Out Boy

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Dilbert Newsletter 65.0

"A Little Ray of Bitter Sunshine"

April 2007


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World’s Most Annoying Man:

Yesterday I was flying across the country. My biggest fear when flying isn’t that the jet might crash; it’s that I might end up sitting next to the World’s Most Annoying Man for five hours. Theoretically, such a person exists. I mean, SOMEONE has to be the most annoying man in the world. And there’s a good chance that he flies. After yesterday, I’m reasonably sure that he looks like Mr. Clean on crack, and he was sitting next to me in seat 3D.

As you know, when people use headphones, they talk too loudly because they can’t hear themselves. I learned that this phenomenon extends to nasal sounds in the sniff-snort category. Mr. Clean on crack was rocking out to his iPod and sniff-snorting so loudly every few seconds that the flight crew kept looking out the window to see if a pterodactyl was attacking the fuselage.

Oh, I’m just getting started.

The World’s Most Annoying Man enjoyed whatever was on the little airplane TV after the feature film. He displayed his happiness by rocking back and forth and making a sound like a horse with his ‘nads caught on a barbed wire fence. It went something like EEYOOOREE-SNORT-SNIFF-EEEEYOOOREEE! If you have ever tried to take a nap when Mr. Clean on crack is gelding himself next to you, then you know it isn’t easy.

The World’s Most Annoying Man ordered a beer before takeoff. And another every half hour. Add to this picture his bladder that was the size of a mosquito’s pancreas, and you can imagine how many times I had to unbuckle and rebuckle. Several times he had to go see his “assistant” in the back of the plane, which turned out to be a failed mission twice because of a beverage cart and once because she was either asleep or pretending to be dead to avoid him.

I haven’t even gotten to the good part yet.

He was a tall, lanky guy with, with fingers like breadsticks. Every few minutes he would grab some note paper and a pen, assume the "brilliant idea" pose, and then, I’m guessing, realizing he was more drunk than inspired, write a few words and…God help me…drum his fingers.

Now when I say "drum his fingers," I do not mean softly or just a few times. I mean every few seconds for an hour he would go into a drum solo on his tray table that was apparently intended to jumpstart his brain and squeeze out that nugget of brilliance that was drowning in Heineken somewhere in his cerebellum. I glanced over at his notes a few times just to see if he was writing a solution to string theory or the first chapter of a great novel. But I think it was a cross between gibberish and whatever aspires to be gibberish. The finger drumming, like his snort-sniffing, was extra loud because he still had on the headphones. Those breadstick-fingers were banging louder than Paris Hilton locked in a steel drum with a hot robot. It bothered me so much that I lost my ability to make good analogies.

He tried once to make conversation with me. “Going home?” he asked. I avoided that trap like a hamster avoids a Richard Gere film festival. (See? I’m damaged.) “Going to work,” I answered. Had he asked what kind of work, I was ready to explain my career as an actuary. No one can survive that for more than five minutes without slipping into a coma. It’s a drastic measure, but at that point it was either him or me. And my level of self-loathing didn’t even come close to my desire to kill him. So it would have been him. Luckily for him, he went back to his nonverbal methods of being annoying, and thus inadvertently saved his life.

Next time I need to cross the country, I’m walking.

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"He's not the sharpest canister in the ocean."

"Keep a stiff upper chin."

"The squeaky wheel gets the spoke."

"I can lead you to horsewater, but I can't make you drink."

"He'd give you the arm off his back."

Announcement in store: "We have a customer by the balls in toys needing assistance." (It repeats.)

"You play ball with me, and I'll scratch yours."

"It's half of one, six dozen of another..."

"We do not have a smoking cow at this point."

"Is there 264 days in the year? Or is it 265?"

"My daughter is as smart as a tack."

"I've got a higher IQ than your little pinky finger."

"If Dad were here right now, he'd be rolling over in his grave."

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My wife and her friend were talking about eating, my wife joked that her friend has several stomachs, like a cow. She responded with “Yes, my udders.”

To which my wife said, “Udders are separate from stomachs.”

"Well it’s all attached", says she.

My wife says, "Umm, no, like humans, cows eat, it goes through their stomach, they digest, and it comes out the other end."

At which she confidently replied “Right. And milk is a cow’s pee.”

My wife cried.

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I went into my local bookstore and explained that I needed "Mein Kampf" by Adolf Hitler, for a class essay. The woman behind the desk asked, "Is it a new release?"

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A few of us were talking about fighter planes and one of my friends asked, "If a plane is going faster than the speed of a bullet when it fires, does the bullet come out the back of the plane?" We were all surprised when he failed out of the engineering program the following semester.

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I was at a new grocery and asked where the flour tortillas were. The young woman suggested checking the floral department.

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I stopped at a convenience store to ask directions. The clerk asked, "Are you coming from State Route 37?" With as much patience as I could muster, I pointed to my car, the only one in the parking lot, and said, "No. I'm coming from right here."

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I'm a headhunter who presented an outstanding manager candidate (or at least I thought) for a position. During the interview, he was asked why he was leaving his employer, and his response was that his employees were circulating a petition asking his boss to fire him. Needless to say......

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I was in a teacher training class on history, and one of the people in the class, when we got to the part about BC and AD, asked, "In BC, how did the people know to count the years backwards?"



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I recently bought a very cool gigantic (almost 5’ tall) wooden tennis racket that now stands in the corner of my office. The company that sold it also sells gigantic golf clubs and gigantic baseball bats for decorating your home, office, or clubhouse. Here’s a test of your marketing talent: Try to come up with a name for this business that is better than the one chosen by the actual company. (I’ll reveal their choice at the end.)

These would be bad examples:

Enormous Sports Equipment R Us

Furniture-sized Rackets, Drivers, and Bats, Inc.

Huge Sporty Art Things

It’s a tough marketing challenge.

I’ll give you one more helpful hint. I’ve noticed that everyone who sees my gigantic wooden tennis racket immediately smiles and walks over to it. It makes people happy just because, well, it’s huge and wooden. I’m sure it would be the same with the gigantic golf club or gigantic baseball bat. It’s manly art that makes you happy. Take your best guess and then scroll down to see if it’s better than the real company name. I’ll bet it isn’t.

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Real company name: www.wood-joy.com

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I’m a high ranking official and I have two secretaries (ages 24 and 25). I am not married, but my work ethics tell me that I should not associate with either of them outside work, and that the relationship should be strictly professional. Nevertheless, my friends have a different opinion, and they ask me why I don’t do something. What do you advise?

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Okay.

That was good, wasn't it?

I sprained my ankle. And tomorrow's NAPFA. Woe is moi. I went to this Chinese Sensei. The place was at the block of flats opposite Rulang. First the guy attached these electric thingi to my foot and gave me a shock. Literally. It wasn't painful but it felt weird. After the shock, I kinda like experienced a out-of-body experience. It was like I was detached... Like my mind was on autopilot. It was weird, anyway. Then he put these slabs of thick, black paste on pieces of paper and slapped it on my foot. Then he bound it up with bandages. Freaky. So tomorrow I'm going to school in sandals. And not taking my NAPFA. Boo hoo. It'll be weird taking it all alone.

We walk(limp) the plank on a sinking ship

~ Don't you know who I think I am? by Fall Out Boy

I hereby declare...

Good Charlotte, the band with the name with a thousand puns, officially rocks.
RX, the girl(boy?) with MTV for a brain, is officially my personal iTunes store.
Scouts, the CCA that I love to hate, is officially 99.9% pervert.
The Gunner, the dude with the bad haircut, is officially OVER the MegaSlutBitch.
Yay. YAY.

Okay. Every time I see something along the lines of "love makes you crazy", I wince in disgust. To me, whoever wrote that was just trying to seem poetic and sofificated. (Haw, haw, haw.) But now I see some truth in it. I'm NOT talking about moi, you idiot. I'm talking about some of my friends, namely, RX, the Gunner and Zihao. Let's start with case #1:~

Case #1 -- RX

• Crazy over a guy called *bleep*. Sorry, I've been sworn to secrecy.
• Calls him Cyclops.
• Wanted a X-Men 3 DVD for her birthday.
• Oh yah, he is 2 years older than RX.

Case Closed.

Case #2 -- the Gunner

• Crazy over a girl called Lihui, aptly named MegaSlutBitch (MSB).
• Therefore, crazy over a mushroom.
• Therefore, REAL BAD TASTE.
• Thankfully, he has gotten over her. (Hopefully.)

Case Closed.

Case #3 -- Zihao

• Crazy over a girl called Yi Ling.
• Yi Ling has a TWIN. (Very soap opera.)
• Yi Ling = [Dumb Blonde minus Beauty minus Blond Hair].
• She's supposed to look cute, but something went wrong. Horribly wrong.
• Zihao's also a pervert. I kinda feel sorry for Yi Ling.

Inconclusive. Investigation will continue.

I don't wanna be in love, I don't wanna be in love

~Dance Floor Anthem by Good Charlotte

END.

Psuedo-Movie Critic

Zorro and Cinderella. It’s just BEGGING for mocking jokes.

In case you dunno what the bloody hell I'm talking about, it's A Cinderella Story. Tons of Girl-Type-Persons in my class like it and I was kinda curious about how bad their taste can get. It was on Channel 5.

It's a high school teen movie. Here's the general idea:~

Girl is unpopular idiot. Admires popular jock-hunk who actually has a poetic side. (Haw, haw, haw.) Meets J-H (jock-hunk) online by chance. Establishes relationship but remains anonymous. Causes J-H to dump cheerleader girlfriend. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. Plans revenge. Girl dance with J-H during prom but wears mask thingus so J-H still in the dark about girl’s identity. Cheerleader gets revenge but revealing identify and insulting girl. They magically make-up and make out. Eww. End.

Let's put this in pros and cons:~

Pros:

Accurate portrayal of high school hierarchy in America. (Cheerleaders/Mean Queens then Jocks then Jokers then Nice Guys then Goths then Nerd-Geeks then Slacker-Rebels)

No Disney heartwarming shit.

Cons:

Predictable best-friend-is-opposite-sex-but-no-romantic-relationship thingus.

Predictable best-friend-makes-it-big-in-the-end thingus.

Predictable triumph-of-the-downtrodden thingus.

Predictable hero(heroine)-gets-the-girl(guy) thingus.

Bad puns.

Mushy shit.

So, in conclusion, this movie's no big fuzzy deal. I thought the kissing was supposed to be only at the last bit? Way too much, anyway. Should have waited till Dakota Fanning rew up then shot the movie. In fact, all teen/tween movies should have Dakota in them. Sarcasm. Hilary’s okay, I guess. But she's better off as Lizzie McGuire. Or singing. Definitely.

Hmm. That was fun. You know, insulting movies and stuff. Should do this more often.

Oh yah. Zorro and Cinderella (a.k.a Cindy):~

One day, Orro, Zorro’s brother, went to save Cindy from a discriminately evil dragon. After killing the dragon effortlessly in defiance of many laws of science, Orro tried to copy his brother’s style by slashing the letter “O” on the dragon’s forehead. He did three deft slashes. It looked nothing like an “O”. He slashed another few times. It still looked nothing like an “O”. In frustration he slashed frenziedly and screamed, “Why is “O” so @#$%^&* hard to draw!?!”
Cindy shot him in the head. “I can’t have a relationship with a guy with bad penmanship,” she said.
Then she left for some Ben and Jerry. Later, two idiots, Britney and Paris came across Orro and the dragon. “What are those slashes?” Britney asked.
“I think it’s a picture of a bald head,” said Paris.
“Nah, it looks more of like a drug rehabilitation centre,” said Britney.
“Let’s shoot him again for bad penmanship.”
They shot him again.

Okay. Laugh. Thank you.

I got this list of questions from the Gunner’s blog. They’re quite quirky-cool. So I decided to answer them:~

1. WHAT IS YOUR FULL NAME
Lee Shao Xun
2.What colour pants are you wearing?
These light brown Bermuda thinguses.
3. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW?
The weird sound of the wind from the fan beside me. And Fall Out Boy.
4. ARE YOUR LEGS CROSSED?No.
5. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE?
Pizza. Homemade. Me likey pineapple.
6. IF YOU WHERE A CRAYON WHAT COLOUR WOULD YOU BE?
White. Only idiots uses white.
7. HOW IS THE WEATHER RIGHT NOW?
It’s nighttime. Can’t tell.8.
LAST PERSON YOU TAlKED TO ON THE PHONE??Shaunito.
He’s buying an xBox 360. Lucky dude.
9. FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX?
Posture. Catwalkers are bitches. Slumpers are retards.
10. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT YOU THIS?
Huh? I got it myself. Yes, I like myself a lot.
11. HOW ARE YOU TODAY?
Okay. Weekends are good.
12. FAVOURITE DRINK?
That pineapple thingus where they put the pineapple chunks in the drink.
13. FAVOURITE ALCOHOLIC DRINK?
Whoops. Forgot momentarily. It’s this drink where they mix fruit juice with alcohol. Rocks.
14. What is your favourite sport?
Kicking Julian’s evil butt with a Jack. (LF2) Killing Mars Dudes with a heavy machine gun. (Metal Slug) Olympic blogging.
15. HAIR COLOUR?Black. The whole thing. (Who am I bluffing?)
16.EYE COLOUR?
Brown with black in the middle.
17. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS?
No way. Creepy. Sticking your finger into your eye feels weird. And how do you get it out?
18. SIBLINGS?
Brothers. Two. Horrible. Duh.
19.FAVOURITE MONTH?
Jan. Beginnings and all those sappy crap.
20. FAVOURITE FOOD?
Toughie. How about “everything that is intentionally prepared by means of thermal conduction for human consumption”?
21. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED?
Does A Cinderella Story count? If not, then it’s Mr. Bean’s Holiday. It was not bad.
22. FAVOURITE DAY OF THE YEAR
Sep 11th. Call me terrorist.
23. SATURDAY OR SUNDAY?
Sunday. There’s Scouts on Saturday. = (
24. ARE YOU TOO SHY TO ASK SOMEONE OUT?
Never tried. Not foreseeing any attempts in near future. That’s a good thing.
25. DO YOU LIKE MARMITE?
Marmite? Is that a mite that Martians get? How does it survive on Mars? Has the Martian doctors found a cure? Can it spread to humans? Are they going to kill chickens just for the heck of it? Are going to use Tan Tock Seng? Will there be a “994”?
26. SUMMER OR WINTER?
Winter. It’ll be nice to be freezing for a change.
27. HUGS OR KISSES?
Neither. Me no likey mushy. If you want to show affection/appreciation, write me a cheque.
28. CHOCOLATE OR VANILLA?
Vanilla. Sometimes, chocolate tastes weird. You can’t go wrong with vanilla.
29. DO YOU WANT YOUR FRIENDS TO WRITE BACK?
To what? Me lawsuit?
30. Who's most LIKELY TO RESPOND?
Nellie. But if you’re asking about someone real, then it’ll be a computer automated answering thingus.
31. WHO IS LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND?
Elvis. Too busy turning in his grave.
32. LIVING ARRANGEMENTS?
Define.
33. WHAT BOOKS ARE YOU READING?
Bad question to ask. Go NLB and check my library account. I can’t mention them all. But for now, I’m starting on Chinese Cinderella.
34. DID YOU WAKE UP BEFORE YOUR ALARM WENT OFF ?
No. I slept at 1am yesterday.
36. DO YOU MISS BIG BROTHER YET?
Dun have one. If I did, I dun think so.
37. FAVOURITE SMELLS?
The vanilla smell in Vanilla Coke. Nice
38. WHAT INSPIRES YOU?
RX. The Gunner. Really. No flattery here.
39. BUTTERED, PLAIN, OR SALTED POPCORN?
Me no likey popcorn. Very easy to get sick of them.
40. FAVOURITE CRISPS?
I dunno, Pringles?
41. FAVOURITE CAR?
That green thingus that Mr Bean drives around.
42. FAVOURITE FLOWER?
Jasmine. Lee. SARCASM. BIG TIME SARCASM.
43. How MANY KEYS ON YOUR KEY RING?
No key ring.
44. CAN YOU JUGGLE?
Two. Pathetic.
45. FAVOURITE DAY OF THE WEEK?
Wed. School ends early, lessons are reasonably bearable.
46. RED OR WHITE WINE?
Me no likey wine. Posh shit.
47. WHAT DID YOU DO FOR YOUR LAST BIRTHDAY?
Cake. So-so.
48. DO YOU OWN A DONOR CARD?
Donor card? What’s that? Are Martians entitled to those? If they found a disease that donor cards carry, would they kill chickens?
49. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU THINK OF WHEN YOU WAKE UP IN THE MORNING?
Must not press snooze button.
50. WHAT ARE YOU DOING ONCE YOU HAVE FINISHED THIS ?

Starting another post. Updating my blogger profile. Deleting Jing Wu Men from my phone. See ya.

I want the words to make things right but it’s the wrongs that make the words come to life
¬Thnks Fr The Mmrs by Fall Out Boy
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Okay...

I haven't been posting lately 'cause I feel real weird. Mood swings and stuff. So I'm afraid I may get into "ranting" mode and offend people. Especially if they're big, muscle-bond idiots. No, it's not you Gunny. No, it's not you, Qian Nan. When I say "big, muscle-bound idiots", I'm referring to them in general. And my scout career is at a all-time low. Don't wanna talk about it.

They say what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. I beg to (dream and) differ. Every knock counts. They build up till you're dead. No point suffering for the sake of "character building". That is, essentially, crap.

Okay, I'm ranting. To tired to stop myself.

I've been doing some thought analysis lately. (Metacognition -- a CID thingus.) Anyway, I've come up with the following psychobabble:~ (Gawd, I love that word.)

Reasons for my immense dislike for scouts:~

• I believe strongly in the brains-over-brawn thing and everyone in scouts are dudes who have nothing better to do than to obsess over six-packs, push-ups and biceps. Idiots.
• They're perverts. 90% of them. There's this dude who's looks like a mummy's boy who watches porn. Idiots.
• The adults in charge think we're all delinquents who need to be tortured and "put on the correct path in life". Idiots.
• And, of course, there are many other more reasons.

Now, when the word "scouts" is mentioned, people look at me. I HATE IT. I don't wanna be associated with it. I'm turning emo. Thinking suicidal thoughts. (JOKE! Stay clam, Mr Social Worker.) The next time you see me, I'll be in black and will have scary eye shadow. Even more reasons:~

• I don't believe in the whole "honour" thing. I don't think any one does. "Hypocrites!' screams Gunny.
• Okay, the scouting movement was ONCE great. But now it has been reduced to a CCA that people join when they can't get into any thing else.

I don't know if you've noticed, but this post feels a little more "down" than the others. Gawd, I feel horrible. Nowadays in school, I'm, like, talking to myself in the head most of the time. My I get bored I recite lyrics from Infinity On High. Thankfully, Cynthia's not such a bitch anymore. (The sky is going to fall. LSX has complimented Cynthia.) She's not singing as often. (Pigs start to fly.) And she's not squealing at allegedly "cute" stuff. (The earth explodes.)

Okay, it's ending. Nothing more to say. I feel marginally better. Thanks for the therapy.

Put your eyes to the sun and say,"I know you're only blinding to keep back what the clouds are hiding."

~The Carpal Tunnel of Love by Fall Out Boy

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Really sorry for the lame title but I can't come up with anything else.

Blah.

You know, last time, the emocon I see around the most was =P. But now, it's -.-". OMG, I can't believe I did that. It's SO teenybopperish and SO out of my character. And it takes time to type. Okay, lame.

My dad got this big LCD monitor at a lucky draw. It's widescreen and so the resolution's really high. It's...um...let's see...Really sorry for the lame title but I can't come up with anything else.

Blah.

You know, last time, the emocon I see around the most was =P. But now, it's -.-". OMG, I can't believe I did that. It's SO teenybopperish and SO out of my character. And it takes time to type. Okay, lame.

My dad got this big LCD monitor at a lucky draw. It's widescreen and so the resolution's really high. It's...um...let's see...1440x900. Finally, a tech toy that not everyone has. And it makes playing LF2 you heck of an experience. Yes, I'm nuts about LF2. (RX: Specify your nut.)

What's with the winged sheep in Infinty On High? I don't get it but it's quirky-cool. Just like Fall Out Boy.

At first I thought FOB didn't have any eye candy (for girls, that is) and that they were the type to make it big based solely on their FREAKIN' GOOD MUSIC. But I was wrong. I got to know FOB better and I discovered Pete Wentz. Oh well. No band is devoid of eye candy. Except Gorrilaz. They're weird. Not good-weird. Bad-weird. Punk-Rebel-Weird. Me no likey.

Seems that people are noticing this blog. That day, Cynthia said something about my blog. I didn't even know she knew it existed. I wanna keep this blog low-profile, though. Sometimes I go slightly CRAZY (puberty?) and start ranting.

I spent this whole weekend slaving over the IU day presentation. Hope it's good enough.

Unlike the Gunner, I only can recognise 30% of the music I hear. But I hear 60% of them over and over again. SexyBack on MRTs. Smack That on buses. This country's gots no taste, I tell you. I wouldn't miss anything if the whole freaking music industry was reduced to Green Day, Fall Out Boy, Panic! At The Disco, ABBA, (are they dead?) Avril Lavigne, American Idol (Kelly Clarkson's GOOD), All-American Rejects, Simple Plan, Linkin Park, (just to keep the Gunner happy) and maybe a Korean idiot or two. (We won't want too many dead Li Huis on our hands.)

I, as you all know, am the king of parodies and mockery. (Sorry Shi Min) So, therefore, in conculsion, to round it up, all in all, I'll be churning out paradies and mockeries on anything under the sun. Hopefully I won't get sued. My Seseme Street thingus had Azhar in tears. (Boy, am I good.)

"(Peace offering accepted, Jerian.)"

My computer can't run messager programs (MSN, Yahoo) so all of you who have me on your MSN lists may now weep and remove me from your lists. Try to get over the greif as soon as possible.

To be honest, all this crapping I'm doing is to stall for time as I think of a RLFRS for this post. For those who forgot what RLFRS is, it stands for Random Line From Random Song. It's something I shameless copied from RX.

Speaking of RX, she's mentioning me alot in her posts. It gives me a warm, fuzzy feeling. (Not unlike how I feel when I was Happy Tree Friends.) Winnie the Poo (no, there's no spelling error) is LUCKY. Anyways, as a fweaking good fwiend, I'll mention her too.

RX RX RX RX RX RX RX RX RX RX RX RX RX RX RX RX RX RX RX RX RX RX RX RX RX RX RX RX RX RX RX RX RX RX RX RX RX RX RX RX RX RX RX RX RX RX RX RX RX RX RX RX RX RX RX RX RX RX RX RX RX RX RX RX RX RX RX RX RX RX RX RX RX RX RX RX RX RX RX RX RX RX RX RX

Happy now, you egoist?

Of course you are.

My LF2 website now seems a little unachievable. Too many aspects of LF2 to deal with...NO! Must be determined. Will carry on till dead and vultures circle my body, ocassionally swooping down to take a bite. Until hyeanas use me as the main course for their buffets.

Hmm... let's see... anything else to crap about??

?? No??

Ok.

The sewage of youth drowned the spark of my teens

~Golden by Fall Out Boy

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Meteorlogical Sarcasm

Phew. I've been slaving over this HTML thingus for Computer Class. My theme is LF2. So far, I've only done the page on LF2's predecessor, LF1. I'm trying to use FreeWebs.com to host my site but I can't seem to be able to sign up for an account.

Tomorrow there's SCOUTS. Sigh... Especially when this weekend's gonna be a busy one...

I'm totally at a lost for books. After Fearless and Everworld, I'm left with nothing to read. Now I'm hunting out random books from the library. Most of the time, they suck. Today during assembly, there was this guy who read a CHINESE (I'm surprised I understood it) essay out. It was about litterbugs, blah blah blah. The guy said that rubbish bins were NOBLE as they sacrifice their self-cleanliness to keep our enviroment clean. I doubt he meant half of what he said.

I didn't go to school on Thrusday so I ended up with a bunch of girls for my Speech & Drame group. They're okay, I guess; none of them are sadistic psychobitches. But it's real hard to find a story where there is only one guy and four girls. (We have to act it out, you see.)

RX wants moi to return her her CD by Monday but I have half a mind to make a Fall Out Boy song dedication. (It's this thing RV is having over the PA system.) They want the dedicated song to be related to friendship/love so I have no idea how Fall Out Boy will qualify.

When I got back to school today, there was this buzz about not speaking any vulagrities. It's kinda weird that KL kept reminding me 'cause I hardly swear. Besides the "bloody", "shit" and "hell", of course.

Whoa, talked alot of crap today. Gotta get back to me LF2 thingus

Just for the record, the weather today is slightly sarcastic with a good chance of: A) Indifference or B) Disinterest in what the critics say

~ London Beckoned Songs About Money Written By Machine by Panic! At The Disco

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Fever+Cough+Sore Throat=Shameless Need For Pity

This post is gonna be all about me moaning about my fever so it's entertainment value is close to zero.

You've been warned:

Oh shit, I feel horrible... When I came home from school yesterday my head was hurting like CRAZY. Every time I cough, it's like my brain vibrating in my skull. Anyways, when I got home, I bathed then I went to sleep immediately. Till 9pm. 9-freakin'-pm!! Bloody hell. When I woke up I ate my medicine and then I went to sleep again. I kept contemplating if I should go to school because there's Speech & Drama on Thursdays. But I just felt so bloody horrible... I wonder if I'm going to be okay enough to go to school on Friday. I want to 'cause there's computer class... I ate some Panadol so right now I'm okay but as soon as it wears out, I'll be feeling like shit again...

Got postcards from my former selves sayin', "How've you been*?"

~The Carpal Tunnel of Love by Fall Out Boy

*How have I been? Great. Bloody brilliant.

Homework Emergency

Ah..

The homework pace is finally becoming the familiar Havoc/Pandemonium/Chaos/HolyShit Rulang style.

Therefore, I've been dying over Math worksheets, History projects and English twsited fairy tales.

But yet...I, uh... am still blogging.

Yes, my work ethic sucks to the inner core.

Forgiveness, please...

Oh yah. Finally, I've got the guts to let this blog show up on my Blogger profile.

Drumroooooooll, please.....

Ta-Dah!

Done it. (Yes, I'll be dead by tomorrow due to dearest Mr Faizad.)

Help

And yes, I'm going to start doing RLFRS once more 'cause I got some new ones from IOH (Infinity On High).

A teenage vow in the parking lot "Till tonight do us part"

~Hum Hallelujah by Fall Out Boy

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For once, I'm going to leave the title blank.

Okay. Gunner's blog rocks. It's so, very, HIM. Y'know what I mean? It's like, what he talk about in person is reflected directly onto his blog. It's like having a cyberspace Gunny. Cool.

Scouts. I think I'm going to let this blog show up on my Blogger profile soon because I've gotten over my hatred for RVScouts. But I still think that it's really sickening when it conicides with my personal plans on short-term notice. (Mr Faizad, if you find your way here, please, please, PLEASE don't get angry.)

Today I went to watch Mr Bean with RX, Gunner & Shaunito. It rocked. Yay. Haven't seen any good movies for a looong time.

Another thing. I think 6R is one of the most brilliant classes to set foot on Rulang. We had the most perfectest collection of jocks, teenyboppers, nerds, geek, dork, misfits, smartasses, teachers' pets, jokers (not me, really) and all the other unique odd ends. Not to mention other fair share of fads, grudges, scoldings and competitions. We rocked, didn't we? But the thing is, our teacher's a hog. Oh well.

The first thing that Mr Goh asked me when I went to Rulang quite some time ago was,"Are you still the class clown?"
Well, Mr Goh, I am not he class clown. NEVER HAS BEEN, never will be. The term "class clown" suggests a kinda anti-teacher, low-quality jokes rebel. Am I like this? Well... heh heh... I'm kinda like this. But the thing is, I respect Mr Goh (the sky falls) and I thinks he is one of the better teachers I had. (Pigs fly.) (I sound like Long Jian+Vignes+Ian+Yi Rui. The world ends.)And my jokes are high-quality one-liners which aren't racist, sexist, specist nor ageist. Got that?

RX lent me Infinty On High & Under My Skin. Thanks.

Well, that's all. I think my posts are startin' to get boring so the next time I post, it'll be 100% philsopical crap, true-blue Hypocrite-Hater (kudos to The Gunner for "showing me the light") and anti-popular-stuff. Look forward to it.

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This so omigod rocks...

My group wrote a twisted fairytale for Engligh. (Translation: Noble Shao Xun slaved over a writing assigmment and got no help from his friends and it turned out to rock.) Anyway, I can't help giving you guys a treat:~

Cinderella
Once upon a time, in a mystical place called New York, there lived a girl called Ella. Her real name was Cinderella but she changed it to sound more sophisticated. This, of course, turned out to be a failure—much like her entire life in general.

She lived with her evil, despicable, detestable, loathsome stepmother and her stepsisters. Her stepmother had an equally evil, despicable, detestable name—MARTHA STEWART. Her stepsisters, Britney and Paris, were horribly ugly pop princess wannabes who go for Botox and plastic surgery weekly to soothe their insecurities. At the ripe old age of 17, they were still considering whether they should give up on Barbies. Martha, like all stereotypical stepmothers, treated Britney and Paris like royalty and Ella like shit. Britney and Paris, like all stereotypical stepsisters, were of the same age as Ella and so there was a healthy, stereotypical amount of sibling rivalry. And so, playing the role of the stereotypically downtrodden outsider, Ella did all of the housework. She never gets to play MapleStory, never gets to IM and to do other things that other girls can.

Orphan or not, no one could escape the sadistic grasp of the education system and Ella was no exception. This also means that the torturous ordeal known to many as “prom” was inescapable. As Ella is deprived of her rights as a materialistic teen to buy clothes with a rabid madness, her closet was as empty as her stepsisters’ heads. As Ella fretted over her lack of fashionable clothes, a lady appeared suddenly by her side. She looked like she was in her twenties and was wearing a blouse from GAP, jeans from Levi’s, heels from Prada and carrying a Gucci handbag. She was also drop-dead gorgeous and this made the envious Ella hate her guts.

“The ultimate fashionista!” thought Ella.
“Hello, young one. I see that you are in a hopeless fashion-deprived position. So, as magical queen of all fashionistas, I’m here to help you make you so beautiful, your stepsisters will bleed envy,” said the Queen.
With a wave of her magic wand (Dior), a silky, black evening gown, a pair of diamond-encrusted heels (Prada) and a set of make-up accessories (Louis Vuitton) appeared in her closet.
“On the day of the prom, wear these. A limo with a hybrid engine (cool/not cool, Ella couldn’t make up her mind) will be waiting for you at your doorstep.”
The Queen went on to warn Ella about the stereotypical midnight rule.
“Hey, that’s my curfew time,” said Ella.
“Whatever,” said the Queen with the air of the Effortlessly Popular, as she disappeared in a cloud of pink smoke.

The day of the prom slowly crept closer. During these days, Britney and Paris went for twice as many plastic surgeries. Ella was their personal slave; helping them wash and iron their newly bought clothes.

On the day of the prom, Ella’s house was pandemonium:
“Oops, I did it again!” said Britney as she smudged her make-up once more.
“Out, out OUT!!” screamed Martha “Go with your pathetic dates and get OUT!!”
As Britney and Paris scampered out to, Ella scurried to her room, got ready and went to her doorstep. Indeed, there was Mercedes limo waiting for her. She got it and raided the mini-bar on the way to her school.

The prom was being held in the school gym. As Ella strutted through the crowd, heads turned. But no one could recognize amid the psychedelic Technicolour strobe lights. There was, of course, the usual assorted set of dateless misfits. But surprisingly, the school jock-hunk, Jerian, was also without romantic companionship.
“There’s my target,” thought Ella as she strode confidently towards him.
They performed the obligatory small talk and then went to the dance floor.

It turned out that Jerian had two left feet. The whole school gaped as he fumbled around like an over-caffeinated headless chicken. Ella, embarrassed by the incompetence of her dance partner, gave him a tight slap right across the cheek. As Jerian limped, defeated and embarrassed, to the toilet (some say he had humiliation-induced constipation), school dork Hong Kai emerged from the crowd. The thing was, he didn’t look dorky at all. He was DROP-DEAD DEVILISHLY HANDSOME. Of course, Ella got to dance with him. They danced through chart-topping theme songs from various respected artists such as Barney, Sesame Street, Bob the Builder, Happy Tree Friends, Pokemon, Powerpuff Girls, Teen Titans, Strawberry Shortcake, Clifford the Big Red Dog, Thomas the Toy Train and Postman Pat.

And so because of the unbelievably mature songs, Ella stereotypically forgot about the stereotypical 12 midnight rule. All of a sudden, her eyeliner disappeared. Ella glanced at her watch. (Rolex) The second hand was fast approaching 12!! Running as fast as only a girl fearing public humiliation could, Ella dashed towards the exit. And yes, she left a Prada high-heel behind. It was picked up by a talent scout. He was there to scout for talent. Duh. The shoe said “Property of the Queen of all fashionistas, currently loaned to fashion misfit Ella”. There was also a suspiciously convenient sticker with Ella’s address on it.

The next day, Ella received a call from the talent scout. He was impressed by Ella’s dancing and wanted her to join a pop group called SH(Ella). And the rest is history. (She dumped Hong Kai after realizing what a bad kisser he was.)(Britney shaved her head it a fit of self-hatred and therefore looks like a combination of Desmond and Zihao)

There are quite a few pop-culture references. Got them all?

Whoa

Haven't been posting cause I was caught up with last-minute-work... (That's me.)

So far, I've only given RX the address of this blog. If she tells you and you are bored enough to come here and you are now reading this, don't link to my blog. It's because there's stuff here that will offend a Scout. Get my drift?
Speaking of Scouts...

BLOODY HELL!! TODAY, I WAS ONCE AGIAN SUBJECTED TO THE TOTUROUS AND SADISTIC SCOUTING CRAP!! I TOOK THE SCOUT EXAM TODAY... GONNA FAIL MISERABLY... (HMM... I FEEL ODDLY AT PEACE WITN THE WORLD...)

Phew. Me no angry anymore. Expect this on Tuesdays and Saturdays; this is the only way I can relax.

Oh yah, did you know that Foxtrot has stopped its dailies?? If you look reeeaaaly closely at today's comic strip, you'll see 1996. Damn. One more pleasure of life pried from my hands.

Nothin' more to say. Gotta go. Writin' a twisted fairy tale.

No RLFRS this time round. Can't think of anything.

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Promotion!! Corporate Elevation!!

Congrats, Li Hui!! You've been promoted to MegaBitchSlut (MBS)!!
Here's a review of your career path:~

Annoying Teenybopper
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Superficial Idol Whorshipper
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Sadistic Whore
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MEGA SLUT BITCH!!

Congrats once again for your rapid promotion.
Next up: Freakin' Deserves To Be Stoned To Death Public Enemey #1

On a totally unrelated note...

Oh, bloody hell... I lost another card to Shaun. This time, it's my Magic Cylinder. Bloody damn. Boo hoo. I swear revenge. (At least he gave me the card he was betting.)

We're still so young, desperate for attention

~The Only Difference Between Matrydom and Suicide is Press Coverage by Panic! @ The Disco

Yup. That's it.

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Overwhelmed by Grief

Damn. Damndamndamndamndamndamndamndamndamndamndamn. Damn, I lost by beloved Polymerization card to Shaun. Damn. [I'll get you for this, Lee Xuan Yang!!]

As I, overwhelmed by grief, mourns the lost of my dearest card, I also worry what the fuzzy hell to get RX for her birthday.

Here are the hopeful candidates:~

1) A random CD by a singer that she idolizes

2) Some quirky thingus that she'll like

3) Cyc-freaking-lops (Dun ask.)

Anyways, on Sunday, I went to the flea market with Nellie. (Remember him?) I saw this dog thingus:~

Let's make a few things clear:~

It's not a freakin' real dog, stupid.

It's not a plush/soft toy. (This explains why I didn't vomit and pass out when I saw this.)I

t's freaking *bleep*. (The "c"-word is forbidden. Try to figure out what the bloody heck it is yourself.)

The thing about this dog is that its eyes glow and flicker like those of a deranged rabid psycho mutt for Mars. It also has this weird, fake-sounding bark sound thingus. Quite cool, actually.

So, since I can't really afford a CD and I'm not the boss of Cyc-freaking-lops, WILL THIS BE RX'S BIRTHDAY PRESENT???

Stay tuned to find out. (I sound like a soap opera. Yuck.)

On a totally unrelated note...

Hands up those who goes to libraries often.

Pple whose hands are up:~

The entire 6R

Jerian

Mr Faizad, probably

Jerian?? JERIAN?!?! Apparently he only pretends not to like books. Once he is sure that none of the pple he knows are watching him, he will start hunting for books like War and Peace, Tuesdays With Morrie & The Devil Wears Prada. Slowly, his intelligent, book-loving nature will surface. Yeah, RIGHT.

Anyway, that's not my point. My point is that the library is slowly but surely being taken over by pple who have on intention of reading/studying. Some of them are playing music out loud (guilty as charged), some of them are just freaking about in general and some of them are doing things that will get this post a rating of NC16 so I won't mention it. Sad, yes, I know.

GET THE @#$% OUT OF THE FEAKING LIBRARY, LOSERS!! DUN HAUNT MY FAV HAUNT*!!

*Kudos to The Gunner. Nice one, dude.

Anyway...

Dear fellow bookworms/nerds/higher life forms,

Hang in there. We'll soon reclaim the library as our rightful territory. On the count of three, we'll all turn cannibalistic.

SX

I used to waste my time dreaming of being alive.
~ Of All The Gin Joints In The World by Fall Out Boy

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Scouts + Psychobabble - Random line from random song

Remember when I said that if Mr Faizad finds out about this blog I would be dead, mutilated meat? Here's why:

BLOODY HELL SCOUTS IS LIKE TORTURE!! THEY CLAIM TO BE A "VOLUNTARY" YOUTH ORGANISATION BUT YET I WAS BRUTALLY FORCED INTO THIS ******* CCA. THEY SAY THAT SCOUTS CAN "NURTURE" & "DEVELOP" YOUTHS. MY FREAKIN' FOOT. SCOUTS IS A TORTURE SYSTEM INVENTED DECADES AGO BY SOME DEMENTED SADIST. THEY SCAR SOULS PERMANENTLY. DAMMIT. I'LL KILL ANYONE WHO ASKS ME IF I ENJOY MY CCA. SCOUTS PUTS YOU INTO A TORTUROUS HELLHOLE. THE PEOPLE IN CHARGE SHOUT AT US LIKE WE'RE DEAF. AND WE SHOUT BACK WITH EQUAL SPITEFUL RAGE. BLOODY SHIT. I HATE SCOUTS. "Somebody get me outta here" ~ Homecoming by Green Day. TO HELL WITH SCOUTS. MAY LORD WHATHISNAME BURN IN HELL ETERNALLY FOR INVENTING SUCH A CRUDE TORTURE SYSTME. I'LL SAY IT ONCE MORE: TO HELL WITH SCOUTS.

On a (much) lighter note...

Damnned Lizhen* (she's from 1E. Be my guest if you want to kill/mortally wound her) told Likai that moi and KL fell out. (Fall Out Boy. Haw, haw, haw.) Anyway, WE DID NOT. Yes, we might be speaking to each other less but that's what happens when you spend to much time with someone. Kinda like a KL overdose.

*I'm not furious at her 'cauze being classmates for 4 years counts for somethin' but puh-leaze dun spew crap/bullshit about my nonexistent social life everywhere. I'm allergic. And I haven't gotten over the Infocomm thingus. (She got in but I freakin' didn't.)

On a sadder note...

It's kinda sad, you know? This class doesn't have much spark/buzz/fizz. We have a freakin' great teachers (I do not dislike Huang Lao Shi. What gave you guys that idea?) and freakin' good results. But yet, there's still this "emptiness". Anyways, here are the people that are valiantly contributing some S/B/F:~

Jeremy
Desmond
Moi
KL

That's all. Wow, what a looooong list!* This is just tragic. Depressing. Demoralising.
I guess the gals have their own cyberspace parties and they all think that each other's pretty fun/cool. But none of this shows in real life. I actually think there's this gobal conspiracy that involves every single girl on earth that makes them be sceretive and deceptive so that they can uphold the "girls=intellectuals, boys=brutes" stereotype. I've only met a few cool, nonsickening gals in my 13-year-old-existence:~

Ruixuan
Ruixuan
Ruixuan

But she has this disgusting hero worship thingus goin' on. Sigh... no one's perfect...

*Sarcasm. Duh. Kill yourself if you didn't realise this. No. Actually, let me kill you.

Random line from random song (faithfully following's Ruixuan's trend):~

Forgettin' you but not the time ~ Whatsername by Green Day

And when you see this RLFRS, (random line from random song) you know that SX's amazing, terrific, splendid, unearthly, great, magnificent, nongay, excellent, awesome, entrancing, captivating, DROP-DEAD ROCKIN' post has ended.

(Now, now... Dun cry...)

SX
(Who the bloody hell else?!)