Leave well enough alone

Blogging alot less now, coz I can now SMS just about my only reader. But I'm inviting Gunny, so I guess I'll need to start posting again.

Just some sketch show-style comedy...

How to not get beat up in a shady LAN crawling with pai kias:

1. As you enter the LAN, find a reason to insult your companion's mother, preferable with a word that sounds like "cheese pie".
2. Mess up your hair, if it isn't already "artfully dishevelled".
3. Scream about how you're "outta cigarettes" and that your "cocaine supplier ditched you".
4. If you have a cap, don't cover your head entirely. Let it sit there like it's the 1960s and afros are hip. (The pai kias love doing that. Dunno why.)
5. Swagger a bit.
6. Untie the laces on one shoe. The dudes love scruffyness.
7. Have something in your mouth that you can chew nonchalantly. Try to be noisy with it.
8. When playing, randomly accuse people of KS-ing. (eg. A PA and a Troll asks you, PotM, to start a gank. You shoot an arrow and miss. Then you try to leap but gets stuck in the trees. PA flings a dagger and Troll permabashes the guy to death. You shout. "Who the F***ER go and KS me?! My MOTHERF***ing arrow got him into PA's range and my leap IAS aura let Troll permabash!! F*** you all. All your mothers no (CHEESE PIE)!! F***head f***dick f***shit mindf***ers!!) @#%^@!!!) Hopefully the gangters there dunno hokkien and will be intimidated but not pissed. If they are, you're screwed.
9. Don't feed, but don't pwn too much. Just don't get noticed. (Be a TA and meld in the mid lane for the whole game, leeching exp. After an hour, go use your gold per second $$$ and get a chicken army. They'll love you.)
10. Finally, don't even go near the LAN if you're buckteethed, wearing a checkered tie, a plaid shirt, wearing thick, black nerd glasses (save the chic geek look for uni. Heard it's all the rage there.) or tight trousers. The pai kias will instantly smell the Scent of the Nerd in the air and immediately attempt to kick your balls. Dozens of legs aiming at one crotch isn't a nice feeling. Then they'll slice and dice you faster then those gAyE chefs and Japanese steak houses (yum). You probably won't come home.

Fall Out Boy's album's coming out Nov 4th. OMG. Can't wait for it.

"I see you lying next to me

With words i thought I'd never speak

Awake

And unafraid

Asleep

Or dead"

~Famous Last Words by MCR

Sorry

I've learn't never to get my hopes up, and you should too. It's never gonna make it if you're gonna be so hopelessly hopeful. Not that it's your fault. We've already decided that the bad guy's "society", remember?

Haiz. Cheer up. And don't go near sharp stuff.

Deprivation. Depravation.

You sounded better over the phone. And the call sorta cured me. The emoness was just withdrawal symptoms from you-deprivation. Coz you weren't blogging much. That's hinting.

Nothing much to blog about right now. Decided not to post the poem coz I suddenly don't like it. Yea, fickle.

The Music or the Misery

I only started this post cause I saw Pris' tag.

I was emo-ing just a while ago. And I don't mean brooding-emoing. I must be pretty fun to watch when I'm emoing. I lie on my bed, blasting my ears. And I can feel the shit of my life almost physically bleed out of me as I writhe there. I basically look like a spaz psycho. But it works. So don't laugh too loud.

When I do that I also usually think. Like, big thoughts, whatever. Just realised about how I'm critcal about how everyone's not being honest but I am being a hypocrite too. Just more sutbly. Like as if the mask I was wearing has meld into me and now I don't even feel it. (Haiz. Even when I'm in a bad mood, I'm still a sucker for overdramatic poetry.) But it pretty much reflects what was going through my head.

Also sorted out why I'm not feelijng so good nowadays. She is FREAKING bittersweet. A double-edged sword. Whatever cliche you put in, it's true. I must be the guy that get that acidic feeling the most times in a day on earth. I'm amazed that I'm sticking through with it. Usually I know when to give up.

If this post doen't make sense, I don't blame you. I'm putting down thoughts I don't even feel anymore, even though I thought them just minutes ago. Cause when I emo it's like a high. (Ironic, huh? Emo/High) Like drug high. And I don't feel what I felt after the emotherapy.

You must be thinking I'm pretty unstable. But everyone has their demons, no matter how shallow/okay they look/are. Yiling said that. She's alot deeper than I thought. (Judge. Book. Cover.)

Realised that I'm rambling on and this post is turning out to be alot longer than I intended. Gonna end now. It felt good immortalising my emoness on the blog.

"We're the lifers

Until the bitter end.

Condemned from the start.

Ashamed of the way

The songs and the words own

The beating of our hearts."

~Sophomore Slump or Comback of the Year

by FOB

PS: (Since when did I do this?) Gonna finally type out a poem I wrote a long time ago next time I post. And maybe a bit more music critique.

Love Me If You're Rich

Those T-Shirt designers are at it again.

3 day weekend. Everyone's favourite.

Been working hard. (Who are you and what have you done to the real Shao Xun?!) Really. 3.0 GPA may be kinda ambitious, but hopefully by year-end can.

I've been thinking, and I realised that no matter how screwed other things are, there'll always be that certainty. I should be DAMN thankful. I am, actually.

Playing WarCraft right now; you should be thankful that I'm even bothering to post. Point is, I'm gonna end now. I have some pretty big/deep/dark thoughts that I wanna put on paper (ok, screen) but not now.

Excuses, excuses

This weekend kinda didn't have a blogging vibe to it. So I'll do more next week to make up for it. Sorry. Anyway, I can't type anything remotely entertaining after reading her.

U + Ur Hand

(It's a pretty good song by Pink.)

One of my hands experienced a bit more of life than the other today.

That's all for now. Maybe more on Wednesday?