The Dinner Plate

Seen 1/100th of my day-to-day scene?

2011-12-26T02:36:00.001+08:00

The busstop benches lined with sleeping Indian workers. It's 2am, Xmas evening. I'm wide awake.

The bus slugged around downtown and went up BT road, east end. It's a long way home, expect no less than another hour, maybe. Another hour of crowded solitude, burning eyes and bumpy iPhone text. Just what I need on a day like today, when you're all argumentative up in my head.

At this hour, in this place, the words speak for themselves. The way they should and the way they always will, as far as my diction concerned. I don't even wanna think about why I'm twiddling my sore thumb over these dysfunct matters, but it's fast growing into one of those nagging earbugs chewing up my mind everytime it slip into fits of impulsive lust.

My life is perfect, I'm not. I've got a lot of things to learn.

It's a cold and frosty morning, beneath the relentless bus aircon and the winding roads that bear no end in sight. How little I know about you, and how little I can ever hope to.

I don't need much, fuck I don't want no gold bars. You threw all of that out of the window, though. Just when gravity was finally starting to make sense in my world you had to chuck another moon into the equation. Not that I'm particularly drawn to its elliptical path, the strange elliptical path i can never quite chart, tides wash up my beaches now and then reminding me of the beautiful face circling all around my life, and my complement non-attempt to tie it down. None at all.

I love the idea of you. I really shouldn't, but it keeps me up some days like a bittersweet migraine, running too deep down where all the veins meet. And I don't even know you. Now ain't that some shit?

I've always prided myself on preserving an active imagination the city's been known to track down and kill in all the kids it raises. Now its giving me the finger then shoving it up my ass, turn right. A 'fuck you' as good as any. I don't even wish you were here anymore. I don't really want you, not as much as my idea of you. That's the hardest part, not letting go but losing heart. And everyone knows about it, from the hounds of England to the queen of hell. even myself.

That's pretty much it. I'll toy around with my figment of imagination until something more demanding comes along and snaps my attention right away from this mental mess. Till then, I'll be this horny, but it'll go away somehow. Time does that to everything, even world piss. There's only so many ways I can make love with my hand.

For now, merry Xmas. Been hearing your name way too much and way too close for comfort today. It's a seasonal thing.

I'm home.

-gun

Circumspect

2011-12-18T00:36:00.000+08:00

Suddenly, it occurred to me. What did i do this week?

A lot of oasis and jack johnson. Research report about Scotland and ways she educate her children. PROM. Some basketball here and there. Late nights. Another late night. PK14. Watching tv with laoba. Another late night. SAM. Handburger. Home dinners. Funfunfun. Tiredtiredtired. Some solitude. Facebook photos. crazy talks. Refining conceptions of waffles. Guitar picks. Running out of cash. Bad money mgmt. Friend to Newcastle. Friend to Bintan. Friend off to china. Friends. Sis. Food. Bad body balance. Homeostasis. Better together. Stand by me. Lots of SMSes. PAP. No combination of words i can write on the back of a postcard. Staggering attention span. Running for the 9am. Where'd all the good people go? Arranging furniture. No laundry-.-Missing fats. Artfc from cambodia tomorrow. MSN. No time to watch freedom writers. Fridge. Dishwashing machine. Guitar.

Alright. It's all coming back to me now. GOOD STUFF
:D
hot damn-.-
Too easy to forget all the things i have when i'm on the a-train to the eye of your mind most nights.

Stand by me, homies. Nobody knows the way it's gonna be~

Cheers,
Gun

Posterity

2011-11-21T16:13:00.001+08:00

Of all things a monday morning can possibly speak of, I'm stuck in the bathroom listening to Pink Floyd.

Not because I can't do anything else, but rather I don't much feel like it this early in the morning. And Floyd isn't something 'to do'. More like 'to be', perhaps.

Listen close to the acoustic reverb in the London night sky, and I can make believe I'm down in O2 arena with 4799532 sweaty bodies pressed against, chanting unintelligible sounds and thinking strange thoughts.

Nah, I'm in the hotel toilet instead, with all it's reproducible quirks and terrible
sense of humor.

Hell, how I wish, how I wish you were here. Not the bathroom but these lands in general. The one place on earth where even toilets harbor a melancholy beauty inexpressive of mere words.

Well, yeah.
Hello Monday, how ya doin'?

Gotta head back into the world now, what with guns&roses are screaming up my head alright.

Cheers,
Gunny

Microsoft excel and the twilight fountain

2011-11-11T00:22:00.000+08:00

Two things that were always there but eluded my notice until moments ago.
we learn something new everyday~

So yeah, where do i start.
How about...whatever i wrote yesterday-.-
Right now, I don't believe that anybody feels the way i do about you now.

But you know and i know that's just bull. More like me praying damn hard no one feels the way i do, else there'll be some serious kick-ass wtfbbq consequences the likes of cuban revolutionaries on warpath; Not a pretty sight for the rest of the world, in other words.

But that's ok.
Train hard, get into the rhythm, buy clothes (woah wtf-.-) and prepare for the highlands :D
yay that'll bound to take my mind off things.
Plus i need some sleep, so there you go.

Actually, I don't believe that anybody feels the way i do ~~about you now~~
about anything at all, really.
then again, how can i be sure?

Why can't glastonbury be a scot place D:

tread lightly.
-Gunny

joy to the world

2011-11-09T23:11:00.003+08:00

I dunno why, but things she does bring a smile to my weary country lane, cloudy as it gets on days like today.

I'll move mountains if i see one, i'll ride winds if i hear one, but never will i fathom the abysmal weight behind the infectious laugh in those words.

They are but words, words with a beautiful ephemeral touch however. A quality that seems so cheerfully whimsical but inexplicably melancholy at the same time, a nagging reminder i'll never feel the same way the next time i read it.

I don't need much; just some nice cooked food, some clean folded clothes, and a bedspread to top it all off.
Sometimes, though, i wish you were here.
That'd be nice. On an aesthetic and intuitive level of course, considering the problems my little brother will have against a girl in my room.

I keep tellin' myself, I keep tellin' myself. You've got a reason to live.

Burberry acoustic always induces a certain calm in me. Ironic how cress marketing brings itself down on the good folk musicians the world over and blurs their good intentions. That don't matter though, as long as it brings something into this desert.
Life is good here in the arms of my little oasis.

What you don't have now will come back again.
You've got heart, and you're going your way.

Please do, my friend. you have your life to live and me mine.
maybe someday it'll come back again.

-Gunny

静

2011-10-16T23:58:00.247+08:00

What is it that you seek, if you left all the world to find it?

*crackle*
-----
-the beginning-

乌鸦说: 我飞了很远, 才飞到这个地方

电线杆没有回答.

午夜的城市也没有回答. 街道依然空无一人, 路灯依然一片泛黄.

乌鸦问: 这里...到底是哪里?

这里似乎不是它想象中的地方.
一片寂静. 是电线杆和午夜的城市的寂静, 是喧嚣耳语后的寂静.

乌鸦没听过的寂静.

还是没有回答.

乌鸦凝视着远处的某个地方很久, 似乎在琢磨什么.

拍了拍翅膀, 它飞走了.

电线杆没有说什么. 午夜的城市也没有说什么.

街道依然空无一人, 路灯依然一片泛黄.

我上路了.

-----
-the silence-

是那样的一个夜晚.

我握着方向盘, 想着关于乌鸦之类的事, 眼前的国道一片茫然, 整齐的街灯欢迎我消耗油钱.

真是安静得不得了, 连加速器旁边的的表也不再挑衅了.

或许是放弃了也说不一定. 或许它也睡了.

毕竟, 整个世界此刻都沉睡着. 方圆几十里的田野一片漆黑, 没有丝毫动静.

确切地说, 是这边的世界都沉睡着.

那边的世界此刻应该正带着弹药和残存的晓梦迎接眼前的现实, 如此现实的现实.

又要准备血拼了, 我好像听得见那遥远的生命在命运的暗巷里尖叫.

可是这里跟那边的悲剧似乎隔着一个世界, 我从来不知道什么打仗之类的事.

是某个无名战场上用手机录下来的刑法么?

还是国际会议上西装笔挺的割喉战?

我无法想象.

总之, 声音在这个地方不存在.
能听到的仅是我的气息, 和某深处隐隐流动的脉搏. 好像是大地的意识.

哦不, 是从那城市带来的头疼吧.

-----
-the reverb-

十月中旬的深夜, 究竟是哪一天我记不起来, 也不怎么想记起来.
说实话, 这里的哪天还不都是这样.

最近睡得很少, 想得很多.
或许是那深夜, 或许是仓促而过的一年, 九月后那些飘荡而去的日子突然使我手足无措.

生活的惯性拽着我一步, 一步迈向未知的未来.
我不确定那是我想要的未来, 但以目前看来似乎无力反抗. 但现在至少有了这台破车让我拉着它走; 手握着方向盘, 脚踩油门, 就能把车开到遥远的什么地方. 这样的自由是一种安慰.

但仅仅是一种安慰罢了. 眼前笔直的国道依然笔直. 我除了那未知的未来还能往哪儿开? 我不可能回去了.

地球不停地转, 我却依然在那所谓没有鱼的汪洋里兜圈子.
我看不到什么, 什么也看不到我.

残月下的追忆也不过是国道上无尽的旅程; 去哪里不重要, 能离开这里就行了.
世界尽头的地平线嘲弄着我的狼狈, 其实也没有什么.
因为我对那没有任何打算.
寂静里的旅程就是我一个人的, 是这么的孤独.

有时候我想, 要是能和什么朋友一起孤独地旅行, 应该是不错的一件事.
但世界是这样的现实, 迷离的深夜又是这样的执着,
在那一场场肉搏战里, 也只能踩着倒下的兄弟们往前死命地冲刺.

谁不跟着地球一起转, 就是一死.

路上的我还活着.或许是只得庆祝的, 但我也感觉不到什么.
寂静是孤独的.
麻木也是孤独的. 幸好是令人舒服的麻木.

能在这路上奔驰, 即使只是一味直线的奔驰, 也是我的荣幸.
能逃离那段对白, 或许也是我最开心的事.
我除了任凭着寂静扯着嗓子却无声地咆哮, 果然也做不了什么.

在这寂静里孤独地走下去, 路途是那么的遥远, 但有了无声的世界上撑着我的自负, 也没什么好担心的. 毕竟, 我一向都是这么来的.

所谓的自尊, 说起来也或许可笑.
但至少, 它扶着我而不让我跌倒.

------
-the same but separate sky-

如果你也注意的话, 黑夜或许没有那么的黑.
有时候其实是红的.

也许是晨曦的前兆吧, 也许是洗不尽的血泊. 也许..是暮夕的遗恨也说不一定.
一样的月光照着我们掌心, 我们分隔两地的掌心.

我们即使是零距离, 也活在两个不同的空间. 你说的那些什么, 我听不到.
但我说的那些什么, 希望你能听得到.
哦, 不. 听不到最好.
其实是路上的咆哮罢了, 依然无声的咆哮. 你听不到最好.

毕竟, 我的路还远着呢.

-----
-the end-

乌鸦说: 我飞了很远, 才飞到这个地方

稻草人没有回答

午夜的麦田也没有回答. 这是另一个世界, 依然无声.

乌鸦问: 这里...到底是哪里?
它连自己的话语都不怎么听得见了.

一片寂静. 是深处什么地方的寂静.

乌鸦没听过的寂静.

还是没有回答.

乌鸦凝视着远处的某个地方很久, 似乎在琢磨什么.

拍了拍翅膀, 它飞走了.

稻草人没有说什么.

午夜的麦田也没有说什么.

这是另一个世界; 没有声音, 也不需要声音的世界

------

-the road-

路途依然遥远, 夜幕依然泛红.
远处的某个地方, 乌鸦似乎飞向了地图的尽头.

其实我也不确定那是不是乌鸦.
但是在这个地方, 除了乌鸦我也不认识别人.
除了乌鸦我也不知道有谁存在

后来, 我发现那的确是乌鸦.
因为我此后再也没有见到它.

*mute*

What is it that I seek, you ask?

Alas, the silence that will set me free.

他的国, 在这个世界上不存在.

void

2011-09-11T03:44:00.001+08:00

I dunno if anyone still reads the stuff written on this disembodied fragment of my imagination.
Hmm, if only I could see me now.

It's been a while since I last wrote anything of personal value on any medium. Not that I don't have much to write about (quite the contrary, in fact), but rather schooling gets in the way of expression, and i can't find the right words nor circumstance to explain myself most times.

It certainly does has an effect on my psyche, for sure.
For one, I've grown strangely detached to me, and sometimes it just doesn't feel right, as if my insides consume itself for sustenance by day, and regenerates quietly by night. The void is sometimes palpable, and by the time i get off the bus home i can hardly breathe, not to mention a peace of mind.

Everyone has a void. Some fill it with porn, some with education. Others do it with hegelian analysis, marxist narratives, junk food, or perhaps heavy metal and sushi. But mostly sushi.
I have my own void to deal with, but as it is the case with any other voids, the inadequacy of words sunders all possibility of anyone else knowing what it remotely comprises. Conceive the inconceivable; now i can't tell you what it really is, i can only tell you what it feels like, and right now it feels like a windpipe in my knife.

That windpipe in my knife which feels like it's still drawing air and struggling to take the breath it always did. But that don't matter. Not at all. It'd be dead soon anyway.
Once upon a time i'd have thought this a great achievement, something of cosmic proportions, even. But it seems like having a non-void puts more dentures in the broken windpipe than it can hope to remove.
Just as being a cold-blooded mofo doesn't do the mofo too good in the long run.

Not feeling much about anything at all may serve well the Kafka on his shore, but not the gunman in his apartment. The gunman is but a man. Kafka is a crow.

---------

Life is not literature. But literature comes from and only from life.
It's 11 Sept; MAF.

Now, where do i even start.
That's the problem, you see. I can't even start to explain myself.

If you stare hard enough at the passing clouds, you'd realise they move pretty fast. Much faster than you'd thought they possibly can.
I have my heart in the reign of lovely clouds. That which seems endlessly perpetual but are inevitably ephemeral, and i'm not even offering any normative judgement here.

coitum animal triste.
That's the immense void one is tossed into after orgasm.
That's the void i kind of felt today. I felt my void again.
And with that came the need to fill it. That's where this piece of writing comes in.

If it gets down to this, well, MAF(FOCO)'11 is no more.
It'll live on in our hearts, minds, winpipes and whatnot, but it is dead, as dead as it can be.
When i tossed the venom in my comrades' smiling faces. That's when it hit me in the gut. And it hurt. It really did.
I just had to pull that shit and fuck up their day.

When the lights went down for the last time, I know i lost the moment. I seized it by the throat and wrangled it to painful death by my bear hands.

The only ones you can ever hurt, as always, are the only ones who'd trust you enough to let themselves hurt. That's the worst thing in the world, apart from from the startling realisation that peanuts are vegetable not fruit.

Pain is however arbitrary, and for that I'm really am glad, though.
It reminded me how much i needed the void. For having it implies needing to fill it, and if i don't ever get down to that existence will drift back into an island in the sea.

It's gotten to the point where i'm beginning to feel deeply relieved at the presence of any one of them.
And, at that, i can't be a dick anymore. I can't afford to.

That is, btw, how the whole detachment thing arised from.
I can't bear losing them again.

When i wake up tomorrow, it's gonna be a sunday afternoon. I'll probably hit up the library and study some, then fall asleep somewhere and eat home dinner before falling asleep again.
But whatever happens, the void is always there watching my every move. But i'll have them on my back. At least i think i do.
That is enough, though. Ain't it.

Pardon my tragic inability to put the simplest things into the simplest words.
While you're at it, pardon my planet too.

..
wth.
Yupp foco, I love you.

Now ain't that a kick in the head.

--------

It's 12 Sept MAF+1.
Nothing changes. Fill my void.
Feel it too.

With all due gratitude and apology,
With all the vagaries of all the gin joints in all the world,
With all the things i can never quite put into words,

Cheers,
Gunny~

PS. Now we may be the most reserved subcomm with the least pictures/talk of the town, but nothing superficial can cramp that which is deep down within. Howdy.

2011-05-15T17:16:00.013+08:00

Haven't posted in nearly 4 months. Not because there wasn't anything to write about, but, really, i didn't see much a point in writing.
You know how i get.

That said, I'd hate the dedicate the first post-hiatus post to reactive rant, but some things are just so unfortunately poignant i find it hard not to think about.

Look, life is unfair. Kill yourself or get over it.
I suggest the latter.

Cheers,
Gunny~

Now wasn't that deep?

Do I?

2011-02-25T00:53:00.004+08:00

Or do i not wanna know?

If there's one thing I'm endlessly grateful for, it is the friends i've made in the 17 years of my life.
While my making them is strictly figurative, they do indeed (literally) make me who i am today, for which I am sincerely glad, because the contrary is just so goddamn inconceivable; something to do with broken pavements and cold hard nights.You know the works.
That said, even my typing these very words is inspired by friendly counsel, by the hand of she who pounded inconsistency out of my system and stepped on it a couple of times to make sure, and he who coaxed me out of my dismal state then lent me cash for lunch so i didn't have to risk malign death in the school foyer.

Sometimes I tell myself i have to be strong and self-sufficient, for there is little alternative once the inevitable forces me out of the comfort of picks and poems When you're out there on your own, you truly are out there on your own.
But sometimes I'm so broken it feels the world just to hang out with a few buddies and bitch for hours about the cosmic and beyond.
It really is escaping from temporal problems, but then again loads of temporal problems are quasi-negativity disguised as problems. No harm feeling like a free moral agent instead of garbage, i reckon.
It's almost like a drug, to put it into context.
A heartwarming one at that, though.

It is logical, then, that some of the worst things in the world entails losing a friend (or other tragedies); and just about the worst thing I can do is consciously lure friendship out of my head, beat it senseless, and move on. Unfortunately i did, several times no less. Looking back now I do really feel like a dick, and a big one at that. Mental upheavals are some of the things i battle regularly, but it's another thing altogether to deflect them upon the world i walk. In this way, loss can be as subtle as a converse sneaker, or as loud as a conversation over snickers, neither being the least bit appealing. Redemption is not the biggest issue here, if it is one at all. There is simply so much i need to work on and improve. Well, take care folks, wherever you are out there.

Sometimes, too, I wonder if i am a good friend, or even an OK friend to begin with, to the folk around. There used to be a time i shared everyone's pain as far as possible, for it seemed the easiest way to alleviate them. But that took a lot out of me, so i kinda consciously became more egocentric and focused my energy inwards on my problems instead, often to the point that I instinctively avoid getting personal with friends' problems at all. Add that to the (rather misguided) principle that we all have to learn to deal with what doesn't kill us (cause it'd make you stronger), I haven't been investing too much effort into anyone else for a while now, though it breaks my heart to see you cry. It really does.The shit you're going through...well, i don't know enough to comment anyway, since they were demons I know exists but whose details i readily fled, because...i can't deal with it. I can't deal with anything.

I guess sometimes everyone just needs a lil time and space (two things far too rare in this dimension we live in) to sort things out. So i'll just stay away and let y'all do it. I'd buy you a tehbing from time to time if i have the cash, but that's about it.
I dunno, man. Sometimes i really do wonder. What should i do?
No don't answer that. I just need a lil time and space to figure it out, too.

Ha. There ya go. Putting this stuff out in the open is hard as hell, but in lieu of all the temporal constraints and responsibilities (esp. that which prevents us from interacting on a regular basis), i feel the need to tell you guys that. well, i'm here, and for what it's worth I'll always be here.
Be strong, we'll get through it. If things gets too hard come find me at my lil hovel and we'll share a loud conversation over some figurative snickers. That always helps.

Whatever the case, friends forever, and not in the conventional way, cause in 5 years' time i might not know you.
But in 5 years time, you might just prove me wrong, too.

That which holds us down by the ground lies perennial so don't go about thinking i don't care, or some shit like that. If i look bored i'm just thinking about the dinner plate (or some shit like that). But you know that already.

yupp.

Stay fiesty brothersandsisters.
ciao,
Gunny.

To:

2011-01-15T03:27:00.000+08:00

My brothers half the world away;

Wish y'all be homeward bound soon.
The monsoon's different without your faces, so dreary is the rain I can wrench the indifference from my soaked sneakers with my bare hands.
If you see my disembodied thoughts floating about the clouds in the aeroplane over the sea, give me a holler.
I can probably hear you from somewhere down here, too.

Take care.

The (sleepless) Journeyman

2011-01-15T02:53:00.000+08:00

Didn't think to include the bracket at first, but it seems only appropriate now that it's 0200.

On nights like this I'd like to think time condescends to a strictly non-arbitrary level (or should i say, ascends), rendering my moonlit room as timeless as it is sleepless.
Funny how insomnia can become a recurring theme of my recent thoughts and, to that extension, writing. You write what you think what you live; it's the cyclic nature of human consciousness.
Or rather, my consciousness, for i cannot deign to conclude everyone else's mental faculties function this way.
It's just something i've gotta deal with, something i'm not proud of which will plausibly take its toll on my state of mind tomorrow morning (as past experience dictates), but I haven't thought that far yet.

Right now I'm just cruising along my train of thought (or rather, trains), laying down tracks and rails as the carriages crunch their way into the infinite plane of my cognitive turbulence and watching the proverbial sunrise, wondering if I can maybe catch some sleep before the literal one came.
Often I try to pave the trains towards the reign of light and hope; but my hands fail me now and then, drawing them into uncharted territories of death and decay from time to time.
Fortunately, only time to time.

But nevertheless time to time.
It's journeys like this that keep me awake at night, lying on the mattress with tired limbs and sore eyeballs. The sleep just won't come. Derisively, the harder i try to silence the shrill whistle of the train head or derail the carriages altogether by sheer might, the stronger and steadier its pounding grew. And, of course, the harder my mental landscape spurs into overdrive.

Imagination is a cruel thing. The gift is, and will always be, its own complement curse.
Some things are strictly mental. That is, perhaps, how conditions manifest.

Try as I may, the trains bound for nowhere is here, and will always be, unless mortal peril conspires to threaten my temporal existence, something I'd rather not think about at the moment.
There are enough trains to go by tonight. Most are running on empty, already.
Always a good sign at this hour, considering the biological needs of my (only) human body.
Sometimes I think, if given a choice i'd sleep as little as possible, for the night happens to be the sputnik of my creative energy.
But since such endeavours had proven tragically disastrous, there is little sense in entertaining such thoughts.

Sometimes I long for the trains to come, and take me to the somewhere faraway. Anywhere but here, for the journey is what i truly seek.
Sometimes I just wish it'd leave me alone.

When you wake up the world will come around.

Tust,
Gunny.

Fish at 3

2010-11-08T00:23:00.000+08:00

Seafood stood at the door looking a little moar flustered than usual.
Battered sneakers, generic three-quarter fatigues and, of all things, a T-shirt proclaiming 'I wanna fall in love'. His expression looked quite the contrary.

'Uh, man, you free right now?' He twiddled his thumb and avoided my questioning gaze.
'What's with that?' I pointed at the T-shirt.
'Don't ask.' And I didn't, giving way to a few seconds of uncomfortable silence.
'Well?' He ventured again, realising I took it quite literally.
'Dude, it's 3 in the morning.'
'I'm only asking for a few minutes, nothing moar.' He implored in earnest.
Damn. 'Alright, what's up?' I succumbed, moar intrigued by the T-shirt than his sincerity.

'Uh, man, I've been getting tip-offs about your eating fish right here, right now.'

I slammed the door in his face and returned to the unagi on my bedroom desk. The garfield figurine spoke, 'Yo, let me have some and I may just tell you about the T-shirt'
I ignored him.
'Look, I'm dead serious here.' He showed me the words beneath his parka.
Damn the little furball.

---
End.
---

Hello world, hope you're listening.
Gunny.

the grand finale.

2010-10-01T01:16:00.000+08:00

Summer has come and passed
The innocent can never last;

Wake me up when Sept. ends.

Figuratively, of course, since I'm wide awake now that Sept. has ended approximately 18 minutes ago.
Moments before it came to pass, I was wrapping up some schoolwork with rejuvenated faith and conviction when Billie Joe's verse judo-ed my subconsciousness into submission with the subtlety of a tabloid headline.

I woke up with a start, contemplating the emotional reverberation of those much-too-familiar words when it hit me head-on: I almost left Sept. 2010 wallowing in retrospect like the disenchanted spectre I was wandering its murky depths as all this time.
A quick glance at the watchclock told me I still had 10 minutes to spare;
must have done something right.
With heartfelt resolute I located my walkbook beneath a thick stack of forgotten stationary and wrote that entry I've procrastinated for far too long.
Through the flames and fury of degenerative metacognition, I'd almost forgotten how cathartic that felt. My uni-ball poured ink gratuitously over the pages as resonating thoughts flowed from my mental cavity to the tip of my fingers, unrestrained.
I continued for a while before taking a final look at the perpetual blocks of vapid flats beyond my window and went through the zen, eyes closed.

Breathe.

It was 0006hrs when I snapped back to visual reality.
There, it's October.
Sept. is gone, little but a distant relic of those heavy days and sleepless nights, like the winds washing through the sleepy lands with the changing of the seasons.
Soon, autumn will give way to winter, and white flakes of snow will sweep relentlessly through the night, though I certainly won't be there to witness its beauty.
The wheel of destiny is in motion, taking nature into another cyclic phase of its perennial existence, carrying all of mother gaia into the next strain of her universal consciousness, all things regardless.

Nothing changed outside my window, the view was decidedly as static as the air engulfing it,
like the way it'd stayed for the past couple of days.
Something was unspeakably different, though, that something I can't quite put my finger on.
Then again, it's probably just me.

In my eyes, it's never the same again, for tonight I finally worked my way out into a plan of some sort with that incessant echo haunting my existence somewhere deep down.
Too early to claim it a renascence, but it's a definite start.
Trashing the stifling air, I walked into another perspective.
Timing is crucial, since the very first step; and there goes mine.

Sometimes I wish upon that star,
I'll one day come to my senses and grind the fight down to the last of my breath.
And for what it's worth, it'll always be worth the while.
Don't give up now; the clutch hasn't even begun.

Thank you Sept. for the memories and lessons I'd hardly forget even if you join the masquerade and walk away from this world like the aeroplane over the sea.
And for waking me up, too.
You know I'd come this far, someday.

Here we go.
The very first step.

Be strong now

Gunny

P.S. Hello October.

hyde and sick.

2010-09-26T02:19:00.000+08:00

Haven't had a day like this in quite a while, and i must say I'm a made man.
For one, i got a secondhand copy of Green Day's Dookie, released some 16 years ago.
In a way, it makes me as old as a destitute record scrawled over with illegible and unfathomable brands of correction liquid.
Looking down at the sheet of A3 on my desk, I gotta admit I'm in no position to complain.

16 years of unconscious metabolism, unpredictable hair shapes, vocal trauma and, most recently, bad puns.
It's been helluva ride, no doubt about it.
When the derisive rain sundered all hopes of basketball yesterday, the guys took an early one off and i went home to a stifling room stuffed full of unkempt memories, despite the deafening splatters outside the window.
Given the current state of things, i hadn't been exactly on best terms with my beloved room, all things considered.

Suddenly it occurred to me how irretrievably tragic it was; the simple fact that i was standing in the doorway and wondering if i should even go in.
Nothing physical changed, it never did; but the niggling reminder that its very existence is, somehow, a gradual travesty drove me crazy and i ended up sitting in the kitchen, sipping hot tea against the dismal chill until my folks came home a couple of hours later.

Sometimes I think, life is the perennial reality we'd have to live, circumstances regardless.

I want to not want.

To not want to think too.

it's a start though, i'll be following through.
Peace, y'all.
Mainly me, really.

Gunny

falling through fall.

2010-09-23T00:21:00.001+08:00

中秋快乐!~

-to be continued.

Nascent stability.

2010-09-21T00:15:00.000+08:00

Let's hope this lasts~
Esp. thanks to the mentor man and fc for the counsel.

I'll be trying.

Gunny

Metacracy

2010-09-18T02:19:00.000+08:00

0100hrs, Friday night.
Just got mail from a close friend faraway, after a evening of unconscious contemplation and hongkong serials.

Back in Jan/Feb, when I was taking literature electives on Oedipus Rex and Sophocles plays, I learnt about intertextualities as part of the course fundamentals.
Simply put, intertextuality is the theory that all works of art, expressionist or otherwise, are indirectly interrelated in terms of concept and influence, because the simple fact remains that art is mostly derived from temporal experiences which stimulate creative thought, and such experiences often arise when one views/hears/reads a work of art.
This is, of course, an integral part of any artisan's (or wannabe, if you would) life. You can't hope to write if you don't read.
Consequentially, all works of art draw inspiration from one another somehow or another, circumstances and timing notwithstanding. Genres and movements are then formed when such works congregate and ascend to mainstream prominence.

One may point out temporal experiences involve perpetual perception of our senses, and art as a direct result thereof would be hardly an intertextuality. True, perhaps, where content is concerned, but we must often take into consideration the essential roles of style and technique and even conception of ideas when art manifests at the hand of the inspired man.
Through perceiving other works we unconsciously - or consciously - assimilate such aspects of the said art form into our mental arsenals, which would no doubt resurface unconsciously - or consciously - when we address a creative thought through art.

Verdict being intertextuality is all around us, an inevitable part of our lives.

My friend is a voracious reader who, to think of it, is at least partially responsible for my sudden irrevocable interest in words since the year began. Conceivably, reading her letter evoked a extensive range of thoughts and emotions swirling through my head.
That is how i came to be writing this post, too.
So yupp, right now you're reading an intertextuality, just like you would be the 10 minutes from now, from the morning papers to between the awkward lines.

Times like this i ask myself, what is music?
It used to be rather simple: guitar, mp3, punk, band, list of generic pseudo-cred vocabulary you'd find in any MTV show around here.
Then I grew up.
Worlds apart, I'm tempted to say, are my perceptions of music these days, relative to its immature and often irrational predecessor.
After all those critiques i used to do and derisive terms i used to throw around, I've took so many turns the concept of decent music, per se, has been somehow perverted in my mind, though i never quite realised it at the time.
Fact remains that i was an ignorant, self-righteous asshat, and even that's polite talk.

After the disenchant-reaffirm-then-lost-without-you cycle, I've came to realise something so startling obvious I must have been an irretrievable strain of bad genes to not have noticed it all along.

Truth is,
nothing matters as long as you enjoy it.
Be it listening or playing or writing.
How simple is that?

If one day I'd learn to evaluate less and experience moar.
But then again, it's a good sign i've came to the revelation after shit happens. At least I did.
We live, we learn, and hopefully, we don't die in these towns.

Right~
Catch my drift?
~

Gunny

The eye of your mind.

2010-09-06T00:50:00.000+08:00

It sees everything that you thought you never did.

On a mall elevator, i overheard a one-way discourse between mother and four-year-old daughter.

'...Money can't buy you everything; for instance, love'
'Love?'
'Yes, dear. Love.'
'Like, the kind between you and daddy?'
...
'Mom?'
'Yeah, I guess. Yeah.'
...
'Mommy?'
'Yes, dear?'
'What is love?'

I never heard mommy's answer, for at the precise moment we emerged at 4th floor and they trod off into a labyrinth of self-replicating boutiques.

I didn't think too much of the conversation, until i sat at a bus-stop nearly an hour later where it hit me, full-on.

Ironic how frank musings of children can provoke (totally) irrelevant reflection on such profound levels, even moar so how the said child probably sought nothing but strictly literal explanations of the word.

But truly, what is love?

I am nothing of a writer, nor a philosopher on any rational basis.
All things considered, I'm just a disenchanted teenager making sense of the world I happen to be raised in, one word at a time.

In all of my days doing this blog or filling up the pages of my journal or even songwriting when the mood strikes, I've hardly expounded on anything remotely related to the nebulous topic of sexual love.

For 2 reasons, no less;
one, there's already so much bullshit conceived (and subsequently manifested) in the commercial culture about generic love that this concept, per se, has long been warped and denatured beyond recognition. Following this logic, any remiss attempt to reverse this detrimental phenomenon on my part would no doubt prove superfluous and a exasperating waste of time and energy alike.
two, like a TIMES columnist once cleverly asserted, there is simply no point in trying to learn about a subject of such baffling scale 'from a web dude who knows as little as i do'. That said, I simply don't know enough to comment.
And of course, may i add, there is always the novelty of leaving something this sacred unexplained, since it is 'only human' and 'meant to be' anyway.

Nevertheless, it's something that i've thought long and hard about, circumstances notwithstanding, so imma go ahead and talk about it here, alright.

Here we go.

(disclaimer: Being the perpetual biology expert, ..yes you heard right-.-, I don't deny the validity of hormonal attraction between genders, but merely tries to counter-reason the contemporary dating culture in my social sphere as a direct aftermath thereof)

Much of my knowledge (or lack thereof, more like) of love arrives from the mainstream media, and the latter has, of course, irrevocably shaped my mentality and attitude pertaining said issue.

I guess this is the case for most urban kids with no older siblings (or terminally introvert ones).
As dictated by the infrastructure-superstructure dialectic caused by rapid moderisation (and postmodernisation, of course, but that is story for another day), much of what we see on TV and hear on the radio stems from a hyperreality driven largely by, yes, profits.

In other words, they'd do whatever appeals to the crowd, with the actual realism thereof deftly neglected.
Take it to perspective and think about this: nothing in life resembles so much as any remote aspect of a given drama series, but we soak it all up anyway, simply because the prospect of meeting random love under similarly random circumstances is too damn sweet and probably what we secretly hope would happen to ourselves sometime. (lolwut?)
As this effect irretrievably culminates, the producers roll in cash while we, the people, eventually comes to accept that, well, perhaps this is really what love is.
(the same applies for books, movies and all media involving, say, chick flicks)

When, in fact, it may not be the case at all.
wow.

Back to the issue at hand;

Like many aspects of the human condition, .I believe love is self-limiting.
In most circumstances, you can only fall in love if you allow yourself to, because the simple fact remains that while mutual sexual desires are inevitable, any kind of long-term commitment as a result are completely different matters.
And there's always the ambiguity between 'love' and 'like', two terms highly publicised by, once again, the consumer culture that dominates our cultural landscape. (in this city, at least.)

Here's where the hyperreality thing comes to play.

Consider this scene;

I'm sitting at a cafe one day, thinking up pseudo-deep thoughts, when some girl passes by the shoppe window to my right. She may not be the most beautiful or voluptuous entity in my immediate vicinity, but manages to sunder most of my connections with the boy named gunny anyway.

In this senario, my instant gravitation towards her scent is founded on the fact that i'm but an ordinary abraham, yet someone this perfect graces me with her prescence.

Rationally speaking, the above sentence is complete bullshit, and that girl is probably preoccupied with her own set of mutually exclusive troubles, living her life the best she can without giving me the barest thought.

But that's what hormones does to your head.

At this moment, if (yes, IF) she drops her stuff or something (?!) and we somehow became friends just like the way we do on those dumb shows and i enter her life and she mine someway or another, there's the immediate choice of becoming attached.

Now, rewind that.

The very inception of this thought experiment can be, perhaps, found on the basis that I am, or was, rather, extremely accepting towards a relationship at that particular stage of life.

Look at it this way; if you'd picked two complete strangers off the road and coerced them to socialise, an immediate fiasco would probably ensure.
It is thus, logically, extremely difficult for any two strangers to become close friends in a short span of time had there been no direct intentions.
Acquaintances, perhaps. But close, cant-live-without friends? I don't think so.

Suffice to say, if I was instead piously serving a strict religious routine in the cafe, none of the developments would have been even conceivable, much less arrive at the dilemma of a possible sexual relationship.

Sure, some folks are habitually friendly. But superficial friendliness hardly wins you someone's heart, now does it?
The above process is by no means a cookie-cutter situation of hormonal attraction, but whatever the temporal state of things, there definitely has to be some kind of sexual intention on (at least) one side of the equation.

Only with that can conscientious effort be subsequently implemented to ensure that the communication and feelings between the two persons would not obliterate with time, as it happens all too often in these high-speed societies we live and die in.

And bringing this to context, it is often not simple hormonal urges that drive folks to pull this stuff (sexual urges ain't really causes for relationships); rather, it is the influx of hyperreal desires that gets to your head.

Solace in mutual affection is but an immediate pleasure, but how about the blatant novelty of having a girlfriend, per se, since that is supposed to bring euphoria to life and eradicate all hints loneliness as advertised by the mainstream media.

When that's hardly the case.

No one ever tells you about the responsibilities and expectations that comes to pass with all that, too. Why listen to the old man when you've got tv to show you how to have a life?

Mayday Parade's sophomore effort may be a travesty of its predecessor at best, not all lyrical wit is lost; for it rightly points out the verdict nevertheless;
It's love that you want, but not love that you need.

Once upon a lonely night, the heart craves for someone there to tell you it's ok.
Whatever seems appropriate at the moment, try not to do anything you'd live to regret the next morning.

Sometimes I think, if no one else around me has an iphone shell, i would hardly be thinking about getting one too.
Or perhaps, not even an iphone to begin with, for that matter.
Same applies for teen love; it can't be wrong, cause everybody's doing it.
And yes, just play along, cause everybody's doing it.

Maybe fc's right after all; the media does control our lives, especially in the most inconceivable way possible. imo had there been no misleading imagery of sexual love available at our doorsteps, we could and would be moar rational about this.
Save the 808s and heartbreaks. How does channeling energy into constructive causes sound?

If you're still reading by now, thanks for hearing me out.

If you're the sunflower-seed man, i have to, as always, concur that there is no mathematics to love and loss.

But rationally speaking, that's just a non-argument against [emotions explained through rational thought.]

Suffice to say, my argument is riddled with loopholes, for i, admittedly, lost my train of thought somewhere there and as principles dictate, I will not deviate post-writing to another day.
Quite obviously, the singular viewpoint of a singular male can never be too partial when such controversial grounds are breached.
I really am trying to convince myself as much as anyone else, in case you haven't noticed. Right.

But still, just the way I'm feeling.

At the end of it all, no love's lost in this world, whatever that really is. All I wanna say is, perhaps it'll make a lot moar sense and a lot less bad news had we left this, ALL of this, to an older age.
'Living by the heart' sounds like a good maxim, but it's living by the head that really gets us through.

nevertheless, do give it some thought, yeah.
And tell me what you think too. I promise nothing is and will be, in any way, personal.

Sometimes I think in the bus-stop.

Gunny

Smile;

2010-08-31T23:58:00.000+08:00

because i can.

(:

Through the monsoon.

2010-08-20T23:39:00.000+08:00

-------

Sometimes, only the worst downpour can reveal the elusive beauty I'd never get around to seeing otherwise.

Sometimes, it reminds me the gray sky is beautiful too.

I took in the street before me, drenched in an ethereal plane of watery curtains like i was.

The rain obscured everything within a block or so with tyrannical ease, blocking out the neighbourhood and beyond.
What little of the pavement i could see was empty, desolate and wistful like it should be on a day like this; nothing but a indistinguishable blur of solitude, too forlorn to be depressing, too dead to come alive.

I was soaked.

My hair, my clothes, my shoes.
Water flowed down my skin, unrestrained and relentless like the piercing wind.
Temperature left me forlorn on the deserted street, whisked off by the tiny streaks to seek its destiny.
I stood simply, numb as hell but not quite there yet.

The world looked me in the eye.
I stared back, undaunted but nowhere as composed.
I wanted to yell, to growl, to scream my lungs out till there's nothing left to breathe.
Curiously, i didn't. Something held me back, deft and firm in that intriguing way I can't quite put my finger on.
I reached out slowly.

It was a raindrop, one of the countless brethren hell bent on giving their lives up to cleanse this wasteland but failing twice as hard at it.

Its existence was laughably tragic; conceived to serve a purpose it could hardly fulfill, for nothing was certain save for inevitable demise at the hand of bare concrete.
It slipped through my fingertips imperceptibly, with startling defiance, to a slippery death a couple of feet below.

A wave of nausea washed over me. I shuddered involuntarily.
Some part of me died as the raindrop did, fading to oblivion with practiced harmony.

Without even trying, i lost it; a part of me I'd probably never see nor feel again.

I stood at the same spot i did minutes ago.
The rain did not let up, nor betray any remote intention of possibly doing so in the near future.
Everything was different, though.
It feels as if...
No, I felt nothing.

I clutched at the void in wonder.

The world left me.
Or perhaps it was me who left the world.

A taxicab appeared in the distance, grinding to a halt beside the pavement where i stood.

I opened the front door and stepped in, never looking back.

~

Amidst a melee of shoppers,

I looked out to the babel which engulfed my existence at the moment.

'His country...it does not exist in this world.'

I jostled my way out of the crowd and into the door.

Chances are, I'll find a way.

I always do.

--------

The end.

What is it you're looking for, if you left all the world to find it?

Gunny.

Ordinary Answer.

2010-08-16T21:34:00.000+08:00

Ming is right;
I should learn to give it a break sometimes.

Let go, even;

painful as it gets.

The weekend's come and passed.

Achieved moderate success in 'living it up';
Did a whole lot of stuff but failed to do just as much; but that's ok, at least i try to tell myself it is.

Maybe someday i'll finish the song.

It hurts to have a mood-driven existence like yours truly; but here i am as usual, in no position to complain.
Perhaps it would do some good if i'd learn to inhibit less and live like i used to, instead.
Not like it actually matters though.

Meant to do a post last Friday night, the proverbial pinnacle of highly-conflicting/controversial feelings which left me pondering the perennial question: 'what am i?'

No, i'm serious.

The Nanyang funfair was a great success by normal standards, but it left me so ambivalent about the future certain groundless hopes i've always held dear snapped into perspective, or perhaps simply pieces.
The soundless babel that droned on around my ears was highly reminiscent of a certain otherworldly life i've been to when i was really small, a memory i'm not sure even today that i'd wanna relive.
Yet i did.

Today's a wondering road, that's taken me to places i didn't wanna go.

For sure.
Add that to the ambiguous project judging and you've got yourself a confused sonovabich. That'd be me.

It really depressed me how much people change in the face of hormones.
How folks you once thought you'd knew became absolute strangers where the male ego thing was so much as threatened.
..how loads of guys from my school are so goddamn mature. Or so they'd think, really.
If i wasn't so disturbed it would've seemed rather cute in retrospect.

Is it really so important?
It was to me, once upon a time.

Not anymoar.

Much as i'd like to say there's moar to life, i shouldn't.
Who am i to comment, anyway?
Nothing wrong with chasing a dream, ethereal it'd be. I probably am doing the same thing right now, only in different directions by different hands.

Anyway, thanks to tj and qiu for snapping me out of it.

Oversensitivity and one helluva perverse nature, maybe i'll learn to cope one day.

I'll be trying.

Vanya ftw~

Gunny.

F***k yeah.

2010-08-10T22:32:00.001+08:00

YES.
浴火重生.

All the world is winding.

2010-07-28T00:57:00.000+08:00

0036 hours.

I promise myself I'd sleep early today, or rather yesterday night, considering how drowsy i felt after hitting the gym.
And here i am now, pretending to be asleep but failing twice as hard at it.
Well.
I ain't got much to write, really.
It's been a long while since i even considered the remote possibility of publishing minutes of my life online, since i'm pretty damn sure no one likes to read that stuff, unless said writer has been suffering from alexithymia for a while now and is liable to a silent if not called-for death any one of these days.
Apparently, I'm still rather healthy at the moment.
There's still the definite perks to being 16. 60's a long road to ruin.

Today's one of those temporal-probable messes you get from binge eating the night before and feeling like crap during math test.

Don't really wanna talk about that.

The usual stuff went on at school, what's there to doubt?

It's just...life. Same old headbang with a brand new blood rush to boot.

Not like that's even a bad thing to begin with.

Spend the night reading and feeling terminally optimistic about things.
Did an essay and wrote some event emails.
Voila, it's 0030.

That's when it suddenly hit me.

I haven't written a single walkbook (alias for..diary-.-) entry since the weekends from hell
(the one which slammed into my face with the subtlety of an avalanche, obviously)

And it's doing nothing for my general state of mind. Nothing at all.

Then there's facebook.
Didn't know why i went there but i just did.
Feeble, ain't it?
The usual torrent of extraterrestrial bullshit ensured; blatant exhibitionism, patronising the unknown, bieber vids on tumblr, immaturity stunts condemning indie for being the way it is.
Not even the least bit surprising.
Of course, then there's the usual popularity complexes with 'like this status and i'll kiss your boobs so hard you won't know what hit em' stuff.
I didn't puke.
Almost did.
Not sure why, though.

I guess it's just me.

Seeing all those folks live life through a screen is kind of disturbing and to be honest, disheartening.

On my part, of course.

It's almost as if they're living the high life, driving the high road that i'll never get to know.

You know, doing the thang.

While i sit around reading Murakami, writing crappy manuscripts and thinking about how absurd life is.

Not to mention limiting my social network exclusively to only mutually-acknowledged temporal friends and all that.

Are we going up, or just going down?

Not that it matters, really.

I'll try my best; this stuff just ain't gonna derail like it used to. So easily.

When college comes i'd be ready.

Do the stories. Write the songs. Maybe hit the dudes up sometime or another.

Forget the flirting and whatnot as they'd like to call it. Or all the slice of superficial cake they'd be sharing at starbucks.

Not self-righteous yet. Far from it.

Just trying to make sense of it all, like it always goes where the spectres of my past is concerned.

It's better that way.

0054 hours.
Been sleeping at this hour for the past 3 days.
And before i do it again, just a simple thought:
I must have done something right, heh.
Must have.

Gunny.

And it's a gaol.

2010-07-02T22:29:00.000+08:00

How many times have I heard a headless m*********er yell,
'Things will be better after [insert daunting+terminally undesirable event/phenomenon/circumstance] and i'll be happy then!'

Take it to another perspective, and you see a disgruntled asshat dishing out verbal tantrums about how his life suck harder than a lil kid on a plastic pacifier which happens to resemble a controversial part of his mother's physical entity and instead of doing something to change that, he's all for the passive-evasive approach; wait it out and hope something somewhere sometime sweeps him off to a better place.

Perhaps that's the easier way out, save for the proverbial stress that's wearing him thin. Day after day.

Take a look around and you'll find people like that everywhere, dissatisfied about whatever they're going through and doing nothing about it like life's owe them a couple thousand monopoly bucks.

Then again, if you spend most of your days waiting for whatever to happen and cussing the pus off your current existence while you're at it,

when will you be truly satisfied?

Or rather, how much of your life will be spent the way you'd imagine it to be?

I've been hearing this uncle of mine complain about work for the 10th year running now.

He's forever going on about how life after retirement's gonnna be like; the usual house on the beach, small boats and free blondes to go with it too.

He's still working, obviously. And resenting it as much as ever.

I dunno man, seems like a perfect waste to me.
Life's never a dick unless you say it is; there's always so many people out there worse off than you are.
....well perhaps folks nowadays won't buy into the hey-think-about-the-african-kids thing but really,

had you focused your entire life upon the manifest of a certain future event, its supposed beauty will be no doubt exaggerated by your wishful anticipation and disdain for the here/now (which you'd consider a blatant travesty of how you should truly live.)

Now, even if the dream materialise, it won't appear half as good as you'd thought it'd be.

Serious.
Same goes to revolving your life around a certain something.

Pain and misery on YOUR part. Nothing else.

Finding beauty in negative spaces~

That's what's really important.
Instead of spending your life waiting, why not get the most out of it. ....i guess.
Sounds like a better way to live, to me at least.

Society these days value commercialism and bad chick flicks above all else.
But really, walk for your own and screw all of the above.

Learn something. Do something. Stop doing shit.

It's good to be alive.

苏格拉底世贸...no, 是猫-....-

2010-06-20T01:36:00.000+08:00

There's a reason why philosophy is a four-syllabled word.
Terms thrown into this category are generally:
1. rarely used
2. wayyy too hard to spell
3. manipulated as an effective tool for academics worldwide to baffle their mortal counterparts
4. latin
or
5. at least partially misunderstood

Therefore, discrimination is inevitable,
even in something as generic as wordplay.

On-topic, what's philosophy.
No it ain't as simple as condemning the thorns in thy flesh for military aggression,
nor is it as obscure as overcoming the mental barrier to squeeze that pimple undermining your otherwise brilliant features.
To put it in less syllabus, philosophy is the simple act of performing thought experiments.

yes, you heard right.
No test tubes nor test tube babies here, though. All you need is loads of free time and some generic coffee.
And of course, the willingness to do something else besides glorifying the novelty of sleeping around.

So how'd you become a philosopher?
There's 2 sure-fire methods to get you started, as it is with lying, lying on the floor and lying to people in general.

1st up, you can chat up a violent classmate then insult his family jewels.

'hey man how ya doin? say, i heard you've got quite the slug down there'
After the ensuring bleeding and insurance (company) dodges,
sit somewhere quiet all by yourself,
and THINK, what did i do to deserve this.
Ta-da, you're now a philosopher.

The 2nd method's generally shunned by anyone sane enough to avoid nails for breakfast.
You start off by adopting vegan beliefs and wearing togas.

Then you dispense with food and clothing in general.

If you're alive after a couple of days, feel free to rob the local library (that's where all the money's at) and go into recluse by that sycamore tree down the canal.
It's provides rather good respite from mundane everyday's, contrary to what the common fool would think.

Now that it's all said and done,
I'mma start doing some philosophy-ing myself.
More specifically, investigate and reason my purpose of writing this.

Oh there you go, simply because i haven't written in months.

Fair enough ain't it.

On a side note, things are going fine as it is.
So why don't you all sit down and have yourselves a nice lil tub of 10-dollar-ben-and-jerry's-with-which-i-could-feed-an-african-kid-for-a-whole-damn-week-oh-yeah-baby-and-while-i'm-at-it-i-stand-to-feel-good-about-myself-how's-that-for-having-a-life.

On 2nd thoughts, just eat the ice cream.
And don't become a philosopher, for what it's worth~

Gunny

The rage within.

2010-03-31T18:22:00.000+08:00

Faith.

What does it mean to you?

In this era of man-made wonders and falling objects, as proudly dubbed 'the modern world' by fools and kings alike,
much of the planet lives in relative bliss while those left behind by rapid modernisation struggled with circumstances to ensure the continuity of vital signs.
As much as we'd like to overlook the latter when it comes to national reports and peace-loving research, it is undeniable how far we've came since the beginning of time; when forests still bore shade to our insatiable lust for the unattainable and ocean floors still reigned free of surplus goods and nuclear subs.

It is the year 2010; as youtube ruled the local internet and oil fields the rest of the world,
we take comfort in what little joy and love we can hope to find through the futile exploration of our seemingly insignificant existence.
Listen to pop. Watch bad soaps. Eat greasy chips. Date equally immature folks from around town. Wallow in partial self-pity.
If that isn't nearly enough to feed our delusions, there's always $20 Lady Gaga albums and $200 Levi's jeans to chuck our parents' hard-earned money on.

Because life's like that; and in the process of trying to transcend thereof, we just sink deeper.

And we wonder why.

But like Julius Caesar once said, what goes around comes around; and like justin timberlake cleverly added, what comes around goes around, too.
Surely we've gained considerably in terms of intellect (debatable) and knowledge (even moar debatable) through the fires and flames, ups and downs, thunders and storms, roosevelts and hitlers of time, there is obviously a lot we've lost in the process.
It isn't elaborate concepts like timbaland's creative lyrics nor tangible ones like authentic Texan cowboy hats. But rather faith. simply faith.

Since young, we've been taught implicitly or otherwise by parents and societal norms alike to develop healthy skepticism about everything we've had a chance to come across in daily motions of life.
See that man giving out ice-cream; remember kid, you'd never know what he's hiding in that bulging coat of his.
See that homeless dude begging for money; remember kid, you'd never know if he'll use whatever you gave him to trade in more cocaine off the candy store next street.
See that ad proclaiming $30 sneakers; remember kid, there's GOTTA be a catch somewhere.

Much as mentalities like these slit the throats of our childlike innocence in its very sleep, it remained an integral part of our existence, for the world we live in is but an illusion; once you get past the superficial image of things, it'll become rather clear there's more to everything than you'd ever have thought.

As we come to age, this skepticism often morphs into outright cynicism in the face of the countless farces we've witnessed or participated in.
Doubt is the name of the game;

we doubt every article we read for school demands we look at both sides of things, we doubt the validity of existing scientific theories for there is always flaws if you look close enough, we doubt people's words for they are often bias in whichever way you look at it.

Yet this serves to do little but hone our analytical skills and rational attitude for they are highly prized in 'the real world' and
therefore prepares us for the future since innocence has no practical application and can only lead us to premature demise in the hands of unparalleled cunning.

However, take things to another perspective.
The more we doubt, the more we take things with a pinch of salt and the less we actually believe in.
More often than not, we'd take pleasure in mocking people from the faraway past for their acts of tribalism and absolute succession to religion; the way they believe in things like this at such a fanatic level just seems so naive and immature.
Do they not know how to think?
Perhaps.

But by doing so, they retain something we'd find nearly implausible and impossible to reclaim. That'd be faith.

Take a look around, is there anyone who truly believes in something with abosolute conviction and no doubt whatsoever?
Chances are, you won't find somebody like that. Not at our age, anyway.

Faith is not blind nativity nor gullibility. Rather, it is the strength and choice to hold true to a cause, your beliefs, or even life per se.

Science and progress is what we've all learnt to place our trusts in, for it has proven to be infallible and totally rational.

But really, some things can't be explained at all by such reasoning, nor should they be in the first place.
Just like how there is no mathematics to love and loss; spirituality and the human mind are some of the aspects of our daily existence,
yet words fail whereas they are concerned (as proven by this peculiar change in train of thought) Faith is as such too, only less profound and more relevant.

Back in the 1800s where industrialisation terrorised the working class throughout the western world from Beirut to Jerusalem, suicide rates in Britain and France was almost 140 times less than what it is today. Think that's a mere coincidence?
Think again.

Uneducated and oppressed as the workers may be, religions and unions were widespread and they provided what the former needed mentally.
Whether they believed in what the pastors preached or the unionists said isn't the issue here, but the mere fact that it provided somewhere for those folks to simply belong was enough to hold them through the darkest days of their lives (which was about every day; born a slave, died a slave).

Now take it back to our generation. Countless times have i heard rants over the radio, the tv, air vents and of course youtube about revelations concerning how meaningless life is.
Proverbial stress and deadlines notwithstanding, most of them were literate enough to convey the message 'dude, my life FUBAR. How's yours?"; when the truth remained that they had a constant food supply, a bed to sleep in and no tales of broken homes to haunt their dreams.

Rather than attributing it all to bad parentage, self-obsession and shallow mindsets,
it's all about the mere lack of (any) faith if you wanna get down to it.

Whatever form it may choose to manifests in, faith is and will always be a constant in life.
Think it's overrated and neatly-phrased testimonials matter more?
Well, that's true.
But no point having brilliant minds and straight As without the will to even keep on living.

Like the armies of hungry rappers battling for a buck and some change, we roam our lives relentlessly, only pausing to ponder the meaning of the meaning of life when something, somewhere breaks down inevitably.
Really, it's right in your face; just calm down for a moment and think about it.

Believe in something.

Have faith.

Gunny.

relativity. is relative.

2010-03-20T23:03:00.000+08:00

Sometimes i think
The world is flat; we just like to think it isn't.

There's this motivational (supposedly) poster tacked up beside my dorm room by somebody obviously raised in the 80s.
It says: why is physical courage so common yet moral courage so rare?
Everyday when i leave for school or comes back after a deadbeat day of delayed assignments, spoilt pencils and rejected proposals, I take a look at the thing and ask myself: hey, when will i have to physical courage to tear it down and stuff it down the throat of the noisy guy up on F2?

Truth to be told, there ain't no such thing as moral courage around town.
Ok fine; maybe there is, but it sure ain't as righteous nor desirable nor truly viable as our folks/teachers'd like us to think it is.
Take it to another perspective, the only time you'd get the moral courage to correct someone else who's doing bad stuff (in YOUR opinion), is when your ego is wayyy too inflated for its own good.

Speaking up against authority is another thing altogether. Moral courage is relative, just like freedom is in the face of power.

I'd like to think I'm a free man, for i can choose to consume toothpaste or toothpaste caps for lunch. On that level, I'm definitely free.
I'd like to think I'm a free man, for i can choose to work or stay home, consequences notwithstanding. On that level, I'm definitely free.
I'd like to think I'm a free man, for i can raid any bank I please; it's just a matter of getting shot to pieces or frying my brains up on a lil chair. On that level, I'm definitely free

You see, of course you can be free; but think about the consequences man, that's what truely constrains your actions as hoi polloi.

On that level, you're NEVER free.

Sure, you can choose what you'd like, but you'll never choose the alternative which leads to possible demise. Makes sense?

Thus you never are actually free. Metaphysically/technically you are, but practically it just don't make sense.
Not that i do particularly at this moment, but yupp you get my drift.

On-topic, moral courage is like that too.

Sure speak up as you will,

But what if that leads to expulsion by society? or even a permanent IP ban from youtube?

Now that's just scary ain't it.
Take this turf for instance.
Yupp.

there you go, just my 2 cents' worth.
Think rapture if you may.
Life is still great that way.

Cheers
Gunny

Life.

2010-03-17T23:53:00.000+08:00

It's a bittersweet symphony.
That's life~

Some view it as an endless struggle against authority and anarchy alike.
Some view it as a relentless tyrant depriving their existence of what they 'should've gotten'
Some just can't give a shit.

Or at least, they pretend hard not to.

As hoi polloi, it is inevitable we regard everyone else minimalistic-ly. That's just common human mentality; we like to hang out with people we deem inferior since that's a major ego boost if you take it up to a moar subtle perspective.
Just take a look at the way parents treat waiters when they bring the family out for expensive dinners.
I mean, cmon; what gives them the RIGHT?

I guess you just gotta seize every opportunity you've got to feel like the king of your zone, even for that little while, it's definitely worth it.

Nothing like crushing poor souls under your iron fist and watching them writhe helplessly trying to draw their dying breath THEN getting your ass out to work the next day before subjecting yourself to all sorts of dehumanisation by the hand of that fat boss of yours.

Ironic?
Tell me about it.

Ego is something we can't live without, but take it to another perspective and you'll realise it's the hubris of modern society;

false pride.

In what, you ask?
Well, everything. duh.
Just because we place our hopes in NASA to spawn a space colony in 20 years time we hold no reservations in trying to bereft our dearest gaia of what little soul it has left, since we're just gonna flee in a decade or two and beyond that, who gives a effing damn about earth?
It'll just go down in the textbooks as 'the planet which once raised my ancestors and was subsequently torn apart by the same children she bred and fed. Orh.'

If you don't go down in victory, you go down in history.

If you go down in neither,

then i gotta say you're f****d.

Just like mother earth.

just take a moment, reflect, and think about it all from another perspective.

Anything deemed GREEN these days doesnt actually contribute to saving the earth.
Rather, it deters the destruction thereof.
Point is, it's now pretty much proven that our planet will inevitably fall apart someday; so all we can do is lengthen this borrowed time and well, take as much from her as we possibly can.

And what's worse, if you think you can still save the earth,

it's kinda late.

I'm serious. Just think about it; if the billions out there don't give a shit, what makes you think your giving a shit helps the least bit?
Don't you think it's at least a little sad in that whimsical way it has.

Firebrand preacher, that's not what i am.

Just trying for the truth of the world~

hmm.
Sleep tight~

Gunny

One. (one)

2010-03-07T00:40:00.000+08:00

High school, what does it mean to you?

Climbing that proverbial ladder?

Getting stoked over bad canteen food?

Sucking mr.popular's dick and hope you'll be rich and famous someday?

Sounds like a helluva ride.

Scars and stories aside, there's a lot more to life than you'd like to think.
Take things at surface level, and you'll find yourself a dead man in no time;
Nothing is ever as it seems.
Like they say, the reality is but an illusion; call me a cynic, but there's a whole lot of truth to that statement.
It's like queuing up for food. You'll never know how many bowls of fish katsu the dude in front of you's gonna buy for his crummy lil posse. A 2 min wait can easily become a 20 min one.
That's how things are and that's how things will stay. don't count on it.

People are weird.

You.

Me.

Everybody.

We're victims of circumstance and starbucks alike.
There's a whole lot about human beings no one's able to so much as come close to understanding. Think Norwegian orgies; and snsd.
We, as humans, are just part of a bittersweet symphony.
That's life.

Yupp, you ask. Why is listening to contemporary pop like 'getting shot by metaphysical bullets from a metaphysical gun fired by a metaphysical man atop a metaphysical hill.'
In other words, they don't make impact nor sense.

You either go down in victory, or you go down in history.

But sometimes you just go down.

That's pop for you; no one's gonna remember lady gaga nor flo rida in 10 years time. They'd be like, 'flo who? oh. you mean the america state where they execute folks for buying chinese goods?'
Not that i'm in any way protesting against the manifest of such intellecture brilliance; it's good for the world, and everybody's doing it.
That's it.
I'm not the world's most physical guy, but you'll break my spine anyway.
So there you go.

Peace folks.
And remember, Lose Yourself - Eminem made rolling stone's top 500 songs of all time. Respect for the dude.

2010-01-31T00:27:00.000+08:00

Life is complicated.
Or, to put it simply, we just like to think it is.
Get out of the house, take a stroll, say hi to kids you don't know, fight blank stares with stifled laughter, check out the cement forest all around and what's left of the man-made vegetation.
Snaps life into perspective, it does.

I've never liked dreamers; but deep down, i am one.
Don't waste your time or time will waste you, says muse.
But sometimes it just make things better if you'd just take a moment to look up at the starless sky we get all year round. And simpler too.
It always freaked me out thinking about how stars thousands of light-years away from us have a hand in shaping unborn infants' personalities and such,
but if you shave the distance and sue the proximity, it doesn't seem so impossible anymore.

Mitch Albom said our lives are all connected in some way or another, from the miners to the taxi drivers to the editor of straighttiimes.
It's how life works.
Seasons are changing and waves are crashing, but never do principles like this stay constant always.
If change is the only constant in life then fuck change and move on.
You can't dwell in the wallows of self-pity forever.

It's 12.25am now and im alone at home.
Times like this remind me why i'd like to live alone, it's conducive for survival and whatnot.
And it serves as a constant reminder of how small + insignificant i really am.
Doesn't matter what anyone thinks, what's there is there. and...what ain't there just ain't.
It's all existentialism for you;
Give peace a chance?
Give piss a chance.
yeah well.

Capital punishment? hmm ok, but only if it's for shane dawson.

2009-09-13T14:51:00.000+08:00

Some things just snap life into perspective. Word.

Ain't it funny how it can be helluva joyride one moment and a tour through borat's urinal the next?
Say, you find MJ's nose on the ground and next thing you know, i'ts spitting phlegm into your face.

Well not exactly funny...but yeah, you get what i mean.

Life cant be always looking up for anybody..caus after all, it's a goddamn ferris wheel like patrick stump claimed. so
If you've been lucky for wayyyy too long, then rest assured that something really bad's gonna hit you hard in the face...and hell yeah, it's prolly gonna leave a scar :D

Like it or not, that's the way things are and that's the way things are prolly gonna stay.

Everybody accepts and indulges in good shit.
But nope, not everybody accepts bad shit in they lives THAT easily.
It just ain't as easy admitting how much you suck in dota as it is feeling good about thrashing garena noobs 1v1.

Look, we all like to think we're larger than life and whatnot...when in fact, we're mere assholes roaming the earth in search of a-life-worth-living/food/sex. or all 3.

so yuppp.....don't get the ego up huh :D unless you're Donald Trump, of course ^^

Anyways, life's great right now and there ain't much i can/wanna complain about.
Cept for how i can never find my physics notes :(
eesh!

And hell, haven't written anything here for more than 5 months ><
Yes, i've noticed.
And (even moar) hell, EOYs are coming up :O
like i said, fuck.

Still, I've got Locke <3
Learning Rooftops/Retrace/Therapy/Prodigal these couple of days.
Save myself from drowning in the sea of diarrohea ><

Alright since i don't have much to say and you don't have much attention span to listen to what i've got to say,
just peace out, folks ^^

Love changes everything :D
TIME - CUTE IS WHAT WE AIM FOR ftw ^^

Signin' off.

2009-03-18T07:42:00.000+08:00

Well, since I'm bored like hell,
lemme elaborate on THE yao incident :)

The other day yao went out with his aunt (or something)

Right before taking to the doors, he visited the local toilet for one last time.

Upon leaving, he commented something along the lines of 'don't go to the toilet bich or i ggwtfpwnzor you'

So of course, we went in.

And guess what we found.

A linear, broad and totally gargantuan unit of shit was lying in the toilet bowl.

But that's not all.

Despite repeated flushings, the shit (literally) just won't go.

like,
*FLUSH*
still there
*FLUSH*
still there
*FLUSH*
...STILL there

As you can imagine, wo ROFLMAOBBQWTF-ed

Johnny even went ahead to do a commentaries + realtime flushing + demo vid...which sadly cant be posted here due to its intense level of obscenity and pukablity

Anyhow, imagine Yao's reaction when he came back to the dorm;

'Where got I do one. Don't frame me la'

'But you were the last one who went in'

'Gunny I bet you do one. Admit la'

'Walao sabo me'

'How you know the shit is mine'

'Cause your name's on it, noob'

'See' [turns over shit]

'WTF'

Alright. That's about what happened...save for the last part of course. That one random write one :O

In the end yao adhere to his crimes and was forced to thrash down the shit with a pole from the laundry room.

Things over in a jiffy, but was LOLOLOL while it lasted.

In 1am or so, we heard sec 4s screaming about the smell in the laundry room :O
Poor bastards

Anyhow, Yao's now a pretty legendary guy here in BSC. I mean, look at him. He is a born epic. fail.

Claiming he's good at everything, he makes lame excuses for those stuff he suck at

'I can't play dota cause my stomach got intestines'

'I can't shoot hoops cause my man boobs are 43" by 2'

Stuff like that, get what I'm sayin'?

:)
Signin' off

2009-03-09T12:49:00.000+08:00

Heck, I begin this post listeing to Hey Ya - Outkast.

So that kinda explains my funky mood :)

HEYYYY YAAAAAAAAAA

HEEYYYYYY YAAAAAA

Where was I again?
Alright, I was writing e blog.

Certain things here in Beijing are getting pretty weird :O
Right now I'm staring at YAOMING lick his thumb. ewww... Okay now he's sneezing and rubbing the remnants on his coat.
-.-
like, wdf?

But yao aside, life is.... FUN :)

Just yesterday, Ming yi, Rudy and I went out for lun...ner in this pizza buffet place.

We went in with full wallets and upright postures....

And came out with emptied wallets and major cases of hunchbacks lol.

Like hell, man. We cant even walk straight.
Well, actually rudy could...but mingyi and I walked back like

Cause standing straight pains the tummy. so to speak.

No joke. Really.

People on the street kept giving us the lol-wtf-these-guys-are-lame-sons-of-%#@$es looks.

zzz

I mean, imagine two hunchback guys with bad haircuts strolling along on the sidewalk with pained expressions.

That's us :)

Helluva day, man.
And oh yeah, apart from the pizza incident, yesterday was boring like #$%@ cause all the other DotA-ers in the dorm were out with their local relatives.

So basically there's only Mingyi, Rudy and I left in the dorm. (apart from the table3/room2 ppl)

That kinda explains the inevitable randomness of it, huh?

That reminds me.
You know why Beijing's so kool?

Cause it's goddamn random.

Like, in the 3 weeks I've been here, the number of random ^&&*@# that took place amounted well over a hundred.

Well, it does...if you count the minor ones like walking into the wall and getting a facepalm. (or smth)

The nore significant ones include the YaoS incident.
...and that's something you really won't wanna know about.

Maybe I'll talk about it sometime else.

Signin' off :)

2009-03-02T19:12:00.000+08:00

Wohoo.

And I'm still here in beijing.
Helluva ride...nuff' said

My 30 RMB headphones went blank within a day.
The 20-bucks-bargain-to-15-bucks-fur-hat which i wanted to give to xichen turned out to be spoilt the moment I paused to examine its noobness.

Screw this.
And I'm losing matches like never before...it's like the games just slip outta my hands before I can even latch on to them.
Like, it's over before it even began.

Right now I'm running Disk Cleanup on my sample laptop.

Oh wait. i haven't told you about the sample laptop fiasco yet.
Hang on.

Couple of days before I left Singapore, pops ordered a dell studio for me through the web
(Imagine how :) I was)
Then 2 days later, the dude from dell called me and said, 'Sorry man, but the extra RAM and processor you asked for are unavailable and so your laptop would only be delivered next Thurs'
(I was gonna leave on Mon. So imagine how ZZZ i felt)
So i was like, 'WTF IM GONNA LEAVE TMR &^&*@ GIMME THE LAPTOP OR I CANCEL TEHE &^%@# ORDER'
(lol)
'Alright man. We give you a sample laptop to use. Return us when you come back'
(-.-)
Wtf choice do I have? so i accepted e offer zzz

So there. Now i'm with this darn sample laptop. Which has inexplicable difficulty connecting to WLAN and when connected (finally!), tends to exclude connection exclusively to this program called Warcraft III.

Sounds bad huh? But we found ways to get around this %@&# by using direct connection wires to the host dude (old school!) And the comp is generally OK, apart from its goddamn inability to support anything Chinese (so i cant &%@$ install e pirated MS Office wtf)

Still, Google docs ftw!

Life is pretty nice here and I like Beijing a lot.
Can't put my finger on it...but Beijing's really great place.

Alright. Take care and don't beat so many joysticks, y'all.
Signin' off

The Fray

2009-02-20T13:33:00.000+08:00

Life is a constant struggle for ... whatever.

Really.

Sometimes things get so @#$%%^ that you don't even wanna think abou it.
But still. there's lots to live for...so yeah, hold it out :)

Haven't been writing in ages, due to excessive/complete unnecessary torrents of school work hitting me square on the ass.

urg, well.

Imma go ahead and dedicate this post to wanyue.

Thanks for sticking it out with and for me all these while,
I guess you're a great friend...wayy more than I anything I ask for.

for all e support and whatnot you've given me... I really wanna do something for you but where're you now?

And I'm really sorry about being a shallow bastard whenever and wherever.
My bad.

So yeah,
if there's anything I can do for ya at all,
tell me.

I'll be there for you too. always

Sappiest %$^@ I've ever written.. but there you go.

Reply pl0x :)

2009-01-24T21:59:00.000+08:00

Talk about being dead.

Dead [ded]
–adjective

1.	no longer living; deprived of life: dead people; dead flowers; dead animals.

2.	brain-dead.

3.	not endowed with life; inanimate: dead stones.

4.	resembling death; deathlike: a dead sleep; a dead faint.

5.	bereft of sensation; numb: He was half dead with fright. My leg feels dead.

6.	lacking sensitivity of feeling; insensitive: dead to the needs of others.

7.	incapable of being emotionally moved; unresponsive: dead to the nuances of the music.

8.	(of an emotion) no longer felt; ended; extinguished: a dead passion; dead affections.

9.	no longer current or prevalent, as in effect, significance, or practice; obsolete: a dead law; a dead controversy.

10.	no longer functioning, operating, or productive: a dead motor; a dead battery.

11.	not moving or circulating; stagnant; stale: dead water; dead air.

12.	utterly tired; exhausted: They felt dead from the six-hour trip.

13.	(of a language) no longer in use as a sole means of oral communication among a people: Latin is a dead language.

14.	without vitality, spirit, enthusiasm, or the like: a dead party.

15.	lacking the customary activity; dull; inactive: a dead business day.

16.	complete; absolute: dead silence; The plan was a dead loss.

17.	sudden or abrupt, as the complete stoppage of an action: The bus came to a dead stop.

18.	put out; extinguished: a dead cigarette.

19.	without resilience or bounce: a dead tennis ball.

20.	infertile; barren: dead land.

21.	exact; precise: the dead center of a circle.

22.	accurate; sure; unerring: a dead shot.

23.	direct; straight: a dead line.

24.	tasteless or flat, as a beverage: a dead soft drink.

25.	flat rather than glossy, bright, or brilliant: The house was painted dead white.

26.	without resonance; anechoic: dead sound; a dead wall surface of a recording studio.

27.	not fruitful; unproductive: dead capital.

28.	Law. deprived of civil rights so that one is in the state of civil death, esp. deprived of the rights of property.

29.	Sports. out of play: a dead ball.

30.	(of a golf ball) lying so close to the hole as to make holing on the next stroke a virtual certainty.

31.	(of type or copy) having been used or rejected.

32.

Electricity.

a.	free from any electric connection to a source of potential difference and from electric charge.

b.	not having a potential different from that of the earth.

33.

Metallurgy. (of steel)

a.	fully killed.

b.	unresponsive to heat treatment.

34.	(of the mouth of a horse) no longer sensitive to the pressure of a bit.

35.

noting any rope in a tackle that does not pass over a pulley or is not rove through a block.

If you wanna know about my current stats,
see entries 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, and... heck. Throw in all the other entries as well.
Well, except for 32 and 33(b) of course -.-

Damn.
Life these days feel like Earl Grey tea.

Totally old-school and un-likable

even music can't alleviate my dead-ness right now.
I'm sorta like, drifting through the Atlantic with only a headshot for company.

i really don't know how long can I hold out.
But I guess I'll try,

On second thoughts, ain't that the only thing i can do?
'try'?

Try, I must.
For without it, I would melt away like the ice on a furance
Leaving nought but evanescence and dispair.
Rise, my brethren
From the pits of oblivion
Crucify Dalaran, we must.

ok, the last part's totally random.

But who cares?

-----

Went to e 6R'06 gathering yesterday in sx and shuan's love nest.

As usual, the usual ones who didin't turn up didn't turn up.

And contemplate I did, lots of the guys can't even remember one another anymore.
Kinda sad,
thinking back to the days when life was carefree, and sht doesn't spawn exponentially in e hellhole they call a school.

Screw this, I'm outta here
Signin' off

2008-11-17T21:59:00.000+08:00

And we've lost it all.....

nothing last forever.

I'm sorry, I can't. Be perfect

Pretty old song right there.

Nevertheless, I can totally relate to it.

Damn.

Times are changing.

Seasons come and go (not in singapore of course... -.-)

People drift in and fade away.

An infinite cycle of insanity.

This, is teh balance of life.

Like everything,

life has a certain balance to it.

Eg, You got lucky with a girl last night or smth,
then the next morning you would definitely get ulcers and dandruff on yo pubis,

yo noe wad i'm sayin'?

Point is, when there's good, there's bad.

You gotta achieve some kind of balance in everything.

Check out the Somali pirates.
From what I see,

they're merely a bunch of poor villages looking to feed they family.

POVERTY > WEALTH

Poverty and AK-47s drove them to piracy.

It ain't even like they have a chioce.

So they steal ships and siphon cash from rich guys overseas.

CHAOS > ORDER

The governments of neighbouring countries step up patrols and attempt to outflank the somalis.

Now ships resort to passing through the cape of good hope.

With these, Egypt and places lose profit from passing ships.

POVERTY > WEALTH

You see, it's a cycle.

Insanity streak FTW!

Bo's kepmap script is up to version 2.0 now.

Support him FTW!

don't feel like replying tags...

signin' off :)

2008-11-15T23:30:00.000+08:00

Ain't been postin' for a week or so,

mainly due to physical constraints, eg. spoilt modem/too much dota/inexplicible unwillingness to write anything readible

Well, that's pretty much self-explanatory, eh?

Just got my letter from MoE yesterday regarding teh scholarship interview
Turn out it's on next next mon.

Like, 9 days away

omgomg

zzzz i seriously damn scared i would screw the whole *&(%^ up by appearing too nonchanlant or smth,

you know wad im sayin'?

dammit

On a happier note, I'M STOMPIN' PUBZ like never before.

seriously
win-loss ratio is like 3:1, and that 1 is caus teammate feed too much.

Not to brag, but pubs are really wayyy too easy.

Had a match with bo yesterday.

Randomed jakiro and supported 761684211264742 ganks

Never knew support heroes were so fun XD
was owning then tio
dc -.-

Played 2 matches today, one in teh morning and one juz now.

Morning solo mid viper.

zeus fed me 0-7 by 8th min mark.

Rest is self-explanatory

Just now tried Alleria teh Windrunner.

Got phase bootz and stygian by 22 min and owned -.-

21 assists by 35th min.

quite sian

But the thing is, thrashing pubs is one thing,
but playing draft is totally different

I always screw up drafts...for some reasons?

zzzz

Enough dota talk.

Btw, I learnt wonderwall loop on guitar :)

accomplishment FTW!

Training's pretty &%$%$$#ed up these days.

Since it keep raining in teh afternoon,

Circuit pops up instead of throws wtf

damn tiring

And on Fri,

some nanyang girls came over and got the sec 1s all excited -.-

then at poolside after trainin',

Jun xiang keep asking Kang le to talk to the fbt girl at teh other table about 'shaun' or whatever -.-

So Kang le keep pretending to get up and go over, then halfway there he change course and head for the drinks

zzz

Totally lol scene

Chattin' with Jason now,
turn out hes going aust for the Hutchin's exchange program in a week or so.
... wow ...

Okie, TAGS
Lionel: mai lame? how much? who the hell would wanna buy 'lame'? But anyways, nice rant on the topic of 'love and sex'. Tell that to borat, should be very enlightening :)
Gunyi: Hi gunyi, how ya doin'?
Lionel: zzz I shall dao anon :)
beng: RETURN OF TEH JEDI FTW! welcome home :)
Lionel: emo lionel emo beng lolz
libo: zzz 31337 chinese skillz wtf
yuzzzz: LOL agreed.
Lionel: got meh? ...... what do i do anyways?
libo: you very the not lame also
yuzzzz: they say PR also can. so juz go loh :)
gummi: HOMEWORK? OMFG -.- pity ya zzzz. yeah interview soon. wtf are they gonna interview me about anyways?
bo: yeah, of course :) FWENS FOREVEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrr -.-
Lionel: don't lame la. but then..... <333333333333333333333333 2F FTW! (including the assholes like lionel XD)

2F FOREVER, DUH

signin' off

2008-11-08T11:08:00.000+08:00

Haven't done a decent post in ages,

so yeah,

gonna make up for lost time. Right here, right now.

2 weeks into the holidays.

And I find myself going through routine cycles of [DotA, Training, Basketball, Food and Sleep] day after day after day after day aftter day.

Sounds like a great life, huh?

But trust me, it kinda sucks.

I'm beginning to miss school and the guys though we see each other online almost on a daily basis.

Bo, shenyee, jitkai, wonkeii, Beng and the other malaysian scholars are back home in msia,

despite romours that beng buried himself alive in his garden. (OMFGWTFBBQPWNZOR they actually have their OWN gardens in msia)

zzz

But some things never change.

Like how our friend lionel gets horny (for random reasons...?) all the time, on time on target.

Frankly it has nothing to do with me, so I don't really give a damn bout it, cept when we happen to be dota-ing on garena, and he would suddenly say
'MY PUSSY IS WET'
or
'MY DICK DAMN HARD'
.

You get the idea.

Damn.

BAsketball, being a major part of my life now,

plays a major part in improving my life and influencing my spastic behaviour.

Now the guys at the court are starting to diss me about how I have a social life filled with peanuts and headless mudcrabs.

Them. Me.

'walao gun you so wu liao meh? whole day stay at home?'

'Duh -.-'

'go out pao niu la. I teach you :)'

'uh...no ty. Eh the weather not bad today uh'

'zzz dun talk cock la. You know pao niu is actually damn easy one'

then they went on and on about the subjects you are supposed to breach in order to sustain convos and how you must act so girls would stick you.

wtf?

Dude,I actually believe in true love, so scratch that.
I Don't wanna know about it.

Do i look/act like qiannan/lionel in any sense?

no right?

zz

And speaking of qiannan, wanyue said smth about you wanting to know my MSG?

well, if you happen to pass by here, it's actually 1.29, alright?

Now quit asking.

@%$#^@#

Heck, next year i'll be going to cse (unfortunately) and ending up in different places with jia le/lionel/wonkeii/bo/beng and the folks.

:(
What's worse, I may actually end up with YAOMINGyu caus he tried for BSP as well.
NOOOOO

wtf

Time to wrap up my post in long john silver paper -.-

SO, TAG[ZZZ]
Lionel: yeah, you're damn normal. Me is weird cock
zy: me too -.-
beng: well, beng ftw :)
wanyue: yooooooozzozozozozo what up mon. havin' a good time over there? XD
Lionel: lol at your lol
libo: alive? FTW
wankit: ZZZZ stats > all
libo: what has corrosive skin to do with vanguard? And milk powder rocks ok?
Lionel: wade = what the...? omfg. inventive
yuzhou: LOL. then improve yo skillz la
Anon: first off....NICE NAME DUDE :) And that's sound advice there, but actually doing it....would be difficult? will try anyways, ty

Alright folks, that's it for teh day.

Signin' offfffffffff

2008-11-03T23:24:00.000+08:00

When I was small,

I loved this comic strip called 'ZITS' (now you know where my msn address originates :P )

It's about this typical American teenager (called Jeremy Duncan),

from a middle class family,

harbours loads of rock star dreams,

deals with random sht on a daily basis,

and yeah, the rest is self-explanatory

Back then, I was mystified by the gigantic cultural and communication rift between Jeremy and his folks.

They never seem to understand one another at all.

And naive-ly, i thought the cartoonist(s) were merely exaggerating.

Couple of years later (which is now), I am proven wrong.

Totally wrong

Right now, I can totally relate to Mr.Duncan.

Thinking back, I wonder if my mom has been so noisy and spiteful all the time,

or is it only a recent change?

I can only imagine

My childhood wasn't exactly nice, but at least my folks are considerate enough to not divorce over their own petty (and not to mention, selfish) problems

But that aside, I didn't grow up through fire and flames,

so I'm pretty grateful.

Still, I feel like my home's hollowing up gradually.
And I feel bad about it.
Damn.

Anyways, that's all for the day. Self-whining FTW!
Don't feel like replying the tags, maybe some other day.
:(

2008-11-01T22:56:00.000+08:00

Wow....can't believe how boring/lame life can get.

And i'm stuck playing gg since there ain't much to do anyways.
z
As usual, we get livers and noobs around every corner.

Just had a match with david and RQY.

GGWTFPQNZOR

and i used viper in both rounds, due to total randomness and of course, my profound lack of interest in most other heroes.

-.-

for some reasons.

The pic says it all.

And notice, the guy's name is 'GondarNoHope' -.- gondar really no hope wtf...

2008-10-27T13:01:00.000+08:00

Yeah, I know it sounds dumb, but I'm still stuck in post-OBS nostalgia.

Which sucks

Frankly, I've never really liked camps,

basically cause they're all way tooooo hypocritic.

I mean, heck, back-to-the-basics with 打包菜饭 every meal?

No, thanks.

But OBS is really great IMO

I was thrown into a group (called Shackleton O.0) with 13 unknown folks I'd never got to know before.

The only other 2 guys I knew were Yu zhong and Xue chen.

Through the 5 days,

all 16 of us became friends, to varying degrees.

But nevertheless, still friends.

We surivived together on @#&^ed up rations and canned foods.

We hauled one another's asses onto the top of rock walls.

We lost cateen cutlery then went through fire and flames to get 'em back.

We got each other through both land and sea treks.

I'll never forget the guys,

namely Li ke, shuo li, meng, caleb, rui hao and the 3 giants

And of course not forgetting our instructor zippy.

(whom the fat dude keep hitting on -.-)

YOU GUYS RRRRAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWKKKKKKK

true, all of us came from different spheres of life, grown up with different influences and are basically 互不相干, yet we forged such strong bonds.

damn.

Drowning in the waves of wistful thoughts.

Haiz....

Back to everyday life :(

Same ole', same ole'

Got like, 1.29 overall msg.

Somehow pops convinced me to go bsp,

so right now i'm filling in the scholarship form, yo

I'm not really sure about anything anymore, I guess.

The world is a blur.

So is my life.

So is Rick Astely.

But the guy's more of a mess, really.

Shan't answer tags cause all too retarded XD

signin' offf

2008-10-24T22:30:00.000+08:00

Wow, it's been a while, huh?

I guess

DSL connection's been down for the week before the last or so, and I was at OBS this whole week.

So heck, there havent been a blogpost all this time.

Damn ~.~

But on a musical note,

JASON MRAZ IS THE BEST DAMN LIVE PERFORMER THERE IS

YAYAYAYAYAY

And the dude appears to be from hawaii -.-

Muse, A7X, Green Day and coldplay are pretty good live too, I must say.

The worst live bands, as youtube suggests, are actually alt.punk rock bands like Blink 182 and Sum 41.

However I like these guys,

Somehow I just can't stand their bad singing and lack of synchronisation.

Now I'm into Led Zeppelin, for some reasons.
Remeber the backmasking sht in their 'stairway to heaven'?
In fact, it's a really great song.
Seriously. :D

On a camping note, OBS ROCKS BALLZ, BICH
It's just great.
Inspiring and exhilarating, to say the least :D

Shan't comment too much, but just wanna shout out to all in group SHACKLETON.

YOU GUYS RAWKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK

rawr :)

So long, folks. Don't really feel like updating -.-
Signin' off

2008-10-09T21:34:00.000+08:00

Wow

What a beautiful day.
Not in an U2 way, but more of an WTFGGPWNZOR-WE-ROCK beautiful.

Played 2G in the afternoon.

Major ownage.

Viper (me)
Pudge (wonkeii)
TB ( Bo)
Warlock (BenG)
Puck (jitkai)

IMO puck and TB did the best.

But overall teamplay was good.
The solo-mid SF on teh other team ended up with a 4-8 score
Puck did many solo gank/kills.

I played pretty lousily though TT

But still, I think I did my part by putting SF out of commision during teamfights and going around ganking like a whore.

Viper = Lane control + gank, not carrier.
Mark my words, wonkeii =D

Results-wise, I did pretty well.

HOW YO LIKE ME NOW, BICH?

That was for my father

Shall not elaborate as there aint room to xD

Now check this out.

RICK ROLL > ALL, INCLUDING HITLER

PWNZOR YO BALLS

EVERYONE GO THE LINK SEE THE VID =D =D

Right now, libo's asking if i'm going cse.
Probably not.

The whole s*** just sounds fishy to me, somehow somewhere.

Been reading stuff about WWII and playing CoD2 these few days, so I'm now teh expert on infantry warfare and weapons during teh era =D

My fave gun in CoD still remain to be PPsh-41
Cause it looks kool and has 1337 firepower

Least fave would probaly by Sten.

Caus it looks like pipes, as wonkeii says, and it has really low calibre/magazine count

This sheds some light on why Brits suck so much in open warfare.

Answerin' tags
wangce: AIYO wtf u expectin'?
ĐĩfХ Íƀøtpò: Now yo's finish also =D
wangce: lol what you so excited about? -.-"
Jason: Now you also what =D
yuzzzz: serves yo right zz
santa bo: who's lionel?
the founder of gummi bear: Is he? I dunno....come to think of it, he hasn't been in sch since teh exams
wonkeii: who's lionel again?
Pwnager: what talking you?

zz
There goes ;D
signin' offffff

2008-10-03T23:30:00.000+08:00

Seriously.

Lionel is extraterresterial.

It's really like he come from some foreign planet where leaves are red and trees are blue.

Heard he wrote 11 pages for Literature today.

Congrats, man.

Just hoping that he didn't scrrible 'sex' over 'em all.

But knowing him, he probably did.

Last day of EoY for me. (OMFGGWTFPWNZORYAYAYAY)

Jiayou to everyone else who still got chinese/malay next week.

JY JY you

Junyi jiayou you.

JYJY

I'm listening to Yeah! - Usher (feat. Ludacris, Lil Wayne) now.

And there's this real interesting part,
where Ludacris says something like,

'I WON'T STOP TILL I GET THEM IN A BIRTHDAY SUIT'

Literary porn wtf

Haiz.

The world is cold, the bold man take action.

Have to react or get blown into fractions.

Mark Mike Shinoda's words.

Ok, since I'm feeling particularly historic today,

some war facts about the eastern front you probably never know ( again =D )

An army division during WWII amounts to around 40,000 soldiers or more, equipped wholly with their own artilley and armour units, designed to be able to mount individual battles.

So, quoted in reliable sources, 'we have been expecting 180 divisions, but [the Soviets] have already dispatched 360'

360 x 40000 = 14,400,000 soldiers.

LOL?

thats....14 million young men on the battlefield, half of whom didn't have decent guns or boots, and whom were simply used to reduce the German's ammuition count.

Sad, huh?

You know, back in those days, the Germans had only like, a few million MG42 bullets available on the eastern front, due to their laggy supply lines.

So, guess what the Russians' plan was?

Yeah, you guessed it.

If 1 bullet is taken to kill 1 Red Guard,

they would still have 10 million soldiers left when the Germans' run out of ammo, enough to overrun the German positions.

Nice strat, huh?

Well, replies to some tags.
Chengjun: YAYAYAY i'm so happy :D You guys jiayou, yeah?
reindeer beng: I agree. I think i go make another cbox just for lionel to spam =D

Btw, I went into my tagboard account just now,
and it gained 1443 views since 143 days ago.
-.-"

not bad uh

'Your march has not begun yet ... Two more years of hell and purgatory await ... And fifty or more years under the grinding wheels of man and his mechanations ... And after that, either the great darkness of solitude and comfort, or the punishments and hatred of Hell itself ... Our fate is inevitable ... There is no redemption. No salvation. Only the great Chaos Gods and their laughter, echoing into eternity and mocking our misery.'

-- Phyzix

EPIC, MA MON, EPIC. It's my new faith for life XD

Signin' off =D
b

2008-10-02T16:41:00.000+08:00

=)
Exam week, it is.

Only 1 last eng paper for me.

yayay

Feel like replying the tags first....here goes
Lionel: Ok, this is it. Whos the guy who wags his hips around all day and say 'sex' 3 times a second during math lesson? damn... Prepare to be dao-ed. 5. 4. 3. 2. 1.
santa bo: Yeah. You tell him that
Cheng Jun: COURSE HE DINT
Lionel: (...)
lovely: O ok. =D Din't think anyone would like my blog...-.-" So which lee do you love again, lovely?
Pwnager: Pwnstar > Pwnager FTW!
Lionel: (...!!!)
yuzzzz: it feels good dao-ing lionel :)
the founder of gummi bears: ALRIGHT TROOPS YOU HEARD HER. CHIONG UHHHH
Gunyi: Oh hi gunyi. How ya doin'? And i totally agree with you =)
yuzzzz: ok tats ma boy =)
santa bo: MONDAY FTW!

ok not much to post about, so I shall not post :D
lol

weekend ba.

signin' off!

2008-09-28T12:20:00.000+08:00

Ok, a lil background info for those who don't know.

Lionel is this extremely tanned kid, who happen to be my good friend.

He's the ladies'-man kinda guy.

And he's obsessed with sex.

Yu Zhou is this lolwtfggpwnzor kid, who also happen to be my good friend.

He's the smart kinda guy.

Pretty decent, but crazy at times.

And he's not obsessed with sex. But he is totally into meatspin.

God knows why.

And these two guys are unleashing their imbaggwtf tongues upon each other.

For what reason I have no idea.

Do you?
I guess not.

So now it's mutilatin' into something like the McCain vs Obama episode.

Both trying their darnest best to discredit the other guy, and desperately actin' kool simultaneously.

Look, even 14 year-old Singapore kids can do what white house politicians struggle with everyday.

'Cept they don't get paid in the millions.

Talk about unfairness.

Alright, EoY's next week.
Yet I'm chillin' =D

I NOW LOSE IT
UH UH UH UH UH
JUST LOSE IT
UH UH UH UH UH

o well =)

TAGS

libo: you see the LIGHT? well....I see the heavy.
Lionel: GO FOR SOME VOCAB N GRAMMAR LESSONS LA. YOU'LL B NEEDIN' 'EM
yuzzzz: WHAT THE. yuzhou vulgar boy uh
sleigh wonkeii: XD I agree
lovely: Roast mutton? Nah, I prefer 'em boiled. Who're you anyways? ...You sound just like wanyue
the founder of gummi bear: Haven't even started -.-"
Lionel: [Quote]EXCLUSIVE BLACK CHICKEN[/Quote]. that's the only part of your rant i UNDERSTAND and AGREE with
yuzzzz: submissive tactic? APPEASEMENT FTW

lovely, i second your opinion.

My friends ARE a great laugh.
'Specially the black chicken XD

2008-09-26T17:20:00.000+08:00

Say the truth,

I love my life.

(no sarcasm, bich)

Caus mainly I kinda like school, where random ppl do random **** all the time.

It's these lil things that keep me alive in school and save me from an eternity of boredom.

Take today for eg.

Yu Zhou kept playin' the damn 绝对无敌 intro in my ear and singing along witht he intro wtf. Got me so pissed a couple times and chased him out of the classroom -.-"

Yu Zhou ate A1 chicken and tried to hustle others into doing it too....juz on the far-fetched belief that it gives you A1 during eoys -.-"

I plugged Lionel's liquid paper into my desk hole -.-"

Chuaming n Jiale (?) stole Yu Zhou's phone n gave it to me. So I promptly did a decoy, leadin' to Yu Zhou suspecting me of deletin' his files.

[Me. Yu Zhou

[OI GUNNY U DELETE TAT SONG? (the 绝对无敌 song)

[duh

[WTF!!!

[I also deleted some others =)

[WAD THE! WAD U DELETE? 1337WTFGGPWNZOR

[uh, i think all the songs xia.

[WALAO EH

The he checked his phone and gave me that lamed look -.-" Shao typical xia.

During geog, there was nth to teach so we were told to self-study. So lionel n folks promptly unpacked their MP3s and started blastin' pop into their ears. I got -.-"-ed and started insultin' them at random

[Me. Lionel.

[LIONEL YO MAMA'S SO FAT SHE CANT EVEN SEE HER FEET

[*acted cool and mumbled random lyrics*

[LIONEL U R SO NOOB U GOT OWNED BY A SCOUT HAWK

[*saw me shoutin' and turned over*

(by now, those still aware of they surroundings started ROFLMAO-ing)

[*took off his plugs* what?

nothing nothing =)

KS got owned by MyM. =( saw the replay during recess. Wonkeii was especially emotional TT

ok thats about it.

Exams 4 days away.

And I'm chill =D

tags before I go

yuzzzz: okok its not you -.-"

libo: Jap songs SUCK. but blink 182 rocks =D

reindeer beng: I second that

Lionel: type COHERENTLY PLS. ty =)

yuzzzz: ya lor. I bet u listen to crickets have sex

the founder of gummi bear: O...right =D have a happy journey. Don't fall into dysfunctional toilets XD

ĐĩfХ Íƀøtpò: Han Han FTW

gummi bear soldier: zz don't be like lionel leh TT

Cheng Jun: =D it's teh gummi bear EDEN

the founder of gummi bear: walao u so good dun need mug -.-

Lionel: I nth to say about u la.

the founder of gummi bear: okok lol

sleigh wonkeii: thank ya thank ya. ye far tooooo kind

Cheng Jun: O, ok

santa bo: OH NOES ITS BO

yuzzzz: no, he means a bad poster

Lionel: You're not? OH NOES

yuzzzz: oi....dun act la lionel.

wangce: uhhhh wang ce, tats actually lionel, not yu zhou

yuzzzz: chill, dude

santa bo/Cheng Jun: I totally agree TT

the founder of gummi bear: caus i too lazy online...=D

Lionel: dude, OFF YOUR MOTHER****ING CAPS LOCK

ĐĩfХ Íƀøtpò: I'll be needing it, ty

sleigh wonkeii: -.-"

santa bo: -.-"

SIGNIN' OFF

N SETTLE UR PETTY ARGUMENTS IN THE DRAIN.

DON'T SPAM TEH BOARD.

"My life ambition is to...finger and lick a pussy. then **** it"

-- Lionel.

What can I say?

OBAMA FTW

Hes a beach all right.

A bich?

No, a beach =)

2008-09-21T14:02:00.000+08:00

Seriously.

There's so many critics and so little good music out there nowadays.

And the good ole' bands ain't releasing albums for 31529517401years.

eg. Green Day, Blink 182, Oasis, just to name a few.

You know, I used to get into major rows with random people just because they like pop 'music' / discriminates rock/hip-hop/all the alternative music I love.

Now I see it ain't worth it.

What's the point of trying to get people to listen to real music?
No point at all.

If they like Hannah Motanna, let them.

Just one more moron in the world, that all.

Like I give a ****.

Ok let's talk about life.

Spent the damn morning muggin' WWII events.
I'm pretty much ba guru at it now.

Nazis < Soviets

Nazis < Americans

thus, Nazis got owned.

Simple chao theory.

But seriously, IMO America's really damn scheming.

The Soviets began fightin' in 1941, and they lost 4 million conscripts in the FIRST 3 MONTHES WTF

And the Americans didn't do anything to the Germans cept verbal threats ("YOU **** SON OF A *^*(%)$%%")

And it turn out by 1945 the Russians lost 20 million citizens to the Nazis.

How many soldiers did the Americans lose?

Less than 100000? tats like, not even 5% of the Soviet casualties?

So whos fault is it that Russia and America hates each other?

Of course, there's other factors involved. But hey, all I'm trying to say is....

nvm. this' too politically charged.

I scared say liao ppl hire hitman to pwn me balls. =(

Ok, before I go DotA, tags.
Founder of Gummi Bear: Thanks man, you have a happy trip too =D
Lionel: -.-" u damn nosey for a guy xia
yuzzzz: DUDE I TOTALLY AGREE WITH YA
ĐĩfХ Íƀøtpò: duh -.- U expect me to read arabic/whatnot language your name's in?
santa bo: lol sure
Lionel: Lose 3 kg very big isit? zz
yuzzzz: Acute observation =D
yuzzzz: LOL no wonder chelsea suck -.-" How can you say bad things about your fave club? walk-dog wtf
jia le: LOL? i bet you are yu zhou
lihui: Yay *high five* neither do I, but my school board obviously thinks so T.T
Lionel: dude, RELAX
yuzzz: dude. ADMIT IT XD and chelsea SUCKS. OWNED

Lionel/jia le/li hui/santa bo: zz yu zhou....u damn extreme xia -.-" No way would the real lihui say that zz
yuzzzz: Yeah, that's you alright.
Sianzzor: YAY HIGH FIVE!!! YUZHOU U JUZ GOT PWNED, NOOB
Bolton VS Arsenal: lol yu zhou tio niao again =)
sleigh wonkeii: thank you thank you, you're FAR TOO KIND. now will the meatspin guy stop spammin'?
yuzzzz: huh you mean TATS NOT YOU???!!!
Bolton 3-1 Arsenal: yay yuzhou u suck
Lionel: -.-" I have no idea.

Damn. Who the retard impersonatin' ppl? I bet even Rick Astely won't do this -.-"

=D HAPPY SPAMMIN' + MUGGIN', FOLKS

Signin' off with a sigh TT

2008-09-18T10:08:00.000+08:00

It's...a thursday omg.
And you know what that means.

INFOCOMM LESSON GGWTFPWNZOR

ok i take that back.
IS lessons suck.
The only remotely good thing about it is that we get to stay in the comp lab during recess, thus enablin' us access to the web.

So like, I'm actually bloggin' in teh lab.

Wan kit's behind me doin' junpstyle lol
N he looks tardy.

LOL now bo's doin' it too. HAHAHA

rawr

Wanyue gave my a suspicious-lookin' gummi bear package yesterday via some canoeing guy (who's her best friend -.-") via bryan.
And bryan was daft enough to ask me,
'What you think she gave you uh?'

DUDE?
Very NOT the obvious xia.

I mean,
GUMMI BEAR wrapper
GUMMI written in cute lil letters on the wrapper.

noa, duh. It's NOT gummi bears. -.-"

Anyways, THANK WANYUE
love 'em =)

Self-cannibalism wtf

Now BenG's playin' O2JAM beside me.
I mean, c'mon. I seriously don't get that game. The damn songs are all so f**king fast wtf.
It's a wonder BenG/Bo actually can catch the damn notes.
It's like, juz lookin' at 'em makes me dizzy wtf

ok, enough bout O2JAM.

=)
Gotta head back to class
Will reply tags back home =)

Signin' off

2008-09-16T17:46:00.000+08:00

Let's talk about ankel socks

Some ppl like 'em, some ppl are forever wearin' 'em, and some ppl don't even know about 'em

In case you are wonderin', I'm part of teh 2nd group.

Ppl ask me, 'why the hell do you wear ankle socks?'

Answer is.

I don't really know either. But long socks look really stupid...so, u get the idea

Ppl say ankle socks are only for girls.

I beg to differ.

I don't see anything feminine about them.
Except the logo? O.0
Even that ain't feminine

Well, obviously my school doesn't think so.

Lionel got caught today for wearin' 'em and was forced to get some long school socks.

And he looks reatarded in 'em.

Big surprise.

Like teh country I live in, my school is just as hypocritic.

Don't feel like writin' anything else.

So,

Signin' off =)

2008-09-15T20:53:00.000+08:00

It's been a week or so since I last blogged.

Wait. Lemme rephrase that. It's been one week or so since i got my new comp =)

And it totally > YOU

The graphics is some imba ebonics crap.

The speed is uber pwn.

The memory is big like peanut.

What more can I possibly ask for?

Ok, enough about teh comp -.-"

And life goes on.

Edgy-ly
Can't quite put my finger on it, but something's definitely not right.

Since EoY's around teh corner, you probably would think everyone's muggin' like bulldogs on rampage. But heck, it's teh total opposite.

Take 2D for example, Fattysoerr and his minions are on Garena everyday, hustling DotA games with random pubbies

Take our class for another example, it's the usual sh*t day in day out.

Perry's still playin' Yo-Gi-Oh despite how Giam confiscated his previous decks. The kid never learns....

BenG's still blog-surfin' and google-lamin' during every recess.Provides the deprived kids of 2F with some much-needed entertainment.

Wan kit still hates Viva La Vida =( He reckons its overplayed. IMO it deserves to be overplayed =)

Fattysoerr's still fat. Self-explanatory

Chem still ROCKS! Yeah baby

Lionel's still being stupid (IM WITH STUPID)

Jiale's still doin' homework.

And Yu Zhou's STILL spinnin' (no, duh)

So you see, nothing's changed, with the exception of the little dust mites terrorising our notice board on a daily basis. (And I don't think even those guys have changed much either)

On a even happier note, I GOT EXEMPTED FOR 3 SUBJECTS

OMFGWTFPWNZORGG

Teh imbaness =)

To tell you the truth, I'm a much more optimistic person nowadays, mainly due to how I'm actually not screwin' up too bad.

happiness FTW

happiness > all. So stay happy, folks.

Btw, I discovered the secondhand serenade song which kept repeating, 'caus' a girl like you, is impossible to find'
:D
it's called 'Fall For You"
Right....Think I'll put it as my blog song lol

Before I venture back into the cyber community....TAGS
wy: WTF is exposition? OH WAIT. I don't wanna know
****ter: Go yourself
pwnager: uh. A bit the not random huh
wy: DUH he is qn. Who else is pro enough to name himself '****ter'???
santa bo: Now it's below bobo's. NOOB XD
libo: ACUTE OBSERVATION, MAN. n btw, go fix your blog wtf
ĐĩfХ Íƀøtpò: That's always a good sign =D it means you ain't goin' senile
yuzzzz: Don't understand. serious
BenG: Also don't understand
LAMO: uh....shldn't it be LMAO? I take it as a compliment, ty =D
santa bo: OMFG BO Y U SO ZHUN? okok next time we 24/8 gg
elf beng: wooooo sexaye -.-"
reindeer beng: ok now u got horns XD
sleigh wonkeii: Doin' just that. No worries, man

Signin' off :) (copy BENGOMG lol)

2008-09-08T21:20:00.000+08:00

Vulgarities. No ftw for this one =(

You know, we all use vulgarities some time or another.

Knowing / unknowingly.

Sometimes, we use them verbally, as in, "LIBO U SONO FA BICH WHY NVR ULTI?"
see.

I didn't even realise I used a vulgarity. Oh wait, I did.

But that's only after I said it. so.... it doesn't count -.-"

But most of time, we use vulgarities mentally. That's right, you heard it. We do it mentally.
Common senario:

You board the bus to school, only to realise there's fish fingers stuck to your pants. Upon realising it, you'll probably be screaming in your head about how suai you're.

("OMFGWTF MAN WHY THE HELL ARE THE FRITTERS ON MY MOTHERF***KING PANTS GG")
I know you'll do that :D

So, what are the different types of vulgarities?

Teh POO vulgarity (you guessed it. Ths faction consist of the 185619286 words used to describe s**t. And they say when something becomes an intergral part of a society, many words are used to describe it. Now we know what fetish do the English hold -.-")
Teh SEX vulgarity (yup, you guessed it again. This includes everything from f*** to .... well, f***)
Teh MOTHER vulgarity (the name says it all. This faction is about all insults pertaining to mothers. And no, not mothers as in Stalin or Hitler. Besides, they don't have t*ts)

so as you can see, humans are a bunch of primitive s**ts. One look at the vulgarities they use and you know.

:D

Well, before I go, tags FTW/

libo: We're on dial-up, and u're on broadband, my excellency. cannot compare 1 TT
the founder of gummi bear: uh, got problem is it? tio stroke uh? -.-"
santa bo: SHITTER > ALL HAHAHA
BenG: iz u YES, iz u YES :D
lihui: lol at your Lol XD
pwnager: rest assured man, we all hate ya :D
wy: WAD TEH...HELL???
[JtN]sWipe: u're right man, we SHLD have a permanent name rule.
[JtN]Fraeyr: -.-" wad a diao name lol
ben: good guess :D eh actually im not wtf
yuzzzz: you juz gotta check the 'auto-click' box wtf
santa bo: and santa bo ROXS YAYAYAYAY

alright. that's it :D good night ye scarvy dawgs

2008-09-04T22:15:00.000+08:00

Cause a girls like you, is impossible to find.

Damn verse keep getting stuck in my head.

Can't get in out since last night.

That's the thing about radio. It plays good music which eventually gets to your head but deprives the listeners of the song title.

-.-"

Only thing I caught was, smth about it being performed by Secondhand Serenade.

And bet you dunno wad senenade means. It's actually like a piece of (love) music played at night. So secondhand serenade means...

THEY RIP OFF OTHER PPL'S LOVEY DOVEY MUSIC ??!?!?!?!?!??

nvm about tat -.-"

Seriously I've been doing some self-reflection these days.

And the truth is,

I'm being a self-centred asshat.

Kids are starving in Africa. And here I am, complaining non-stop about how my com should have 50 GB worth of RAM.

Kids in America are constanly bullied by their schoolmates and lotsa them live in a home worse than hell. And here I am, brooding over the fact that some girl doesn't like me.

Kids in India are uncertain about their future and disillusioned about their lives. And here I am, complaining non-stop about my school. At least I can attend one.

Kids in Iraq wake up daily praying that their family won't be blown to bits on their way to the morning market. And here I am, furious that Blink 182 hasn't released an album for 1180572109719-5 years.

Damn. I suck.

Big time.

Heck, we already know that, don't we?

Now a lil' piece of my cerebral membrane about teh 2nd home. Ma school.

'Course, we've all wondered at one point or another why do we even go to school. It's not like we'll need any trig skillz in the real world (OMFGPWNZ0RGG HE KNOWS CALCULUS LETS PUT DOWN OUR AK-47S AND SURRENDER). Doesn't work that way.

But through the fires and flames or high school, I've arrived at a conclusion. School put shit in out lifes, just so that we'll know how to deal with it. And heck, I'm actually grateful.

Everyone's bound to go through some rough patch or another in their lives. It's like chick pox. If you get 'em earlier, you would be able to deal with them the next time. Like, if you're getting suicidal thoughts just becaus' ur msg is higher than the average IQ of a baby barney (like our fren sengya), think about how wonderful the world is, how many great people you've yet to meet, how many solo-mid-snipers you haven't had the chance to feed on.

Stay optimistic.

:D

This, is what school teaches us. Just keep holding on. And trust me, you'll make it through.

Tags before I decide to save the monkeys and hug the rainforests.
santa bo: o...how about a PhuM-8701? eh wait. that's a pentium 1 motherboard. Got it mixed up
Wangyue: -.-" we you yuan wu fen TT u normally online at night?

2008-09-03T10:11:00.000+08:00

Ok, I'm blogging again.

Big surprise -.-"

Went to Boon Lay LAN yesterday with yuanxin, shaun, sx, alf n some juniors. Personally I hate Boon Lay lan cause it's all too grimy and there's wayyyyy too many noobish paikias. Oh, and not to mention the comps suck balls too. But seriously thats the only lan around these parts so you see, we don't get much of a choice.

It's 10:13am now. And I'm still at home. Going to JE library later....for some lame reunion thing sx told me about. I have to return my books n get more slam dunk manga anyways :D so might as well go wtf.

Wankit, if you're reading this, I've got a new alias for ya.

[JtN]sWipe

note its S Wipe

ASS Wipe

swipe = asswipe

How cool is that? XD

Since I can't think of much to post about, hmm..maybe I'll do a Photojournal kinda thing. Here goes,

This my Granma's house in China. Quiet lil' city, quiet lil' suburb, quiet lil' place.

The pics below are all taken on a train, on which I was travelled back to cheng du for teh flight back to sg.

And finally, the train and teh imba station.

Yeah, I know my photography skillz are pretty non-existent.But really, China's a great place and I seriously don't know why ppl get the misconception tat its backward and noob. -.-"

Mayb I'll upload the other random snapshots some other day.

Before I head out,

replies to teh TAGS

pwnager: I'll do just that. Don't you worry :D

santa bo: ty man :D ggc pwns -.-" n wtf, no graphics card play game shuang meh? go get 1 la

BenG: *sob* no one's ever said tat to me be4, ya know. I'm so touched...

-.-"

cya :)

2008-09-02T11:26:00.000+08:00

OMFG

Im so hyped.

My new com arriving in 2 weeks. RAWR

Seriously its about time. Pop has been talkin about getting one for years. Now hes finally crashed his wallet and paid for a pretty decent one.

4 GB DRR RAM

320 GB Storage

Sounds really good to me, considering I've never owned a com with more than 512mb of RAM.
Definitely a trade-up :D

Just a random thought.

Decent com = $1500

Decent Spalding = $50

With the money you use to get a com, you can get 30 good basketballs.

Considering each ball lasts 3 years, 30 balls can last you a lifetime.

However, a com would probably last a maximum of 5 years.

rawr.

Like I said, just a random thought O.0

And o yeah, with $1500, you can get 600 plates of chicken rice, which would supply the average singaporean for 200 days = 7 months.

Woah.

Anyways, it's the school hols, and i'm not soiling my pants in excitement.

Training on Mon, Wed and Fri.

Supp. lesson on Thurs.

And you dare call it a holiday?

Listening to 987 and blogging simultaneously.
The new Jason Mraz single sounds really good. Featuring Colbie Callat (did I spell it right?) I think. Forgot the title though -.-"

Despite me bring the laidback arse that I am, life's getting pretty roough around the edges. EoYs coming up. That means MUG + MUG + CUP. ok, maybe no cup. But definitely mug.

Meanwhile, all I can do to keep up my mental metabolism is dreaming about what I can do with my new com :D

Games I wanna get:

CoD 2, 3 and 4

Commandoes 3

Warcraft 3 (duh)

Diablo 3

and whatever.

:D:D:D

Juts thinking about it makes me feel like a gummi bear on warpath.

Whatever that means

Replies to tags ftw:
Santa bo: To what do I owe the honour? My highness, I am totally aware of the fact. Please do not degrade me further.
pwnager: sengya, ur tagboard self-niao jokes are getting old -.-"

"The old man is an old man. The boy is a boy. The sea is a sea. They ain't no shitty symbols."

-- Ernest Hemmingway (about his book, the old man and the sea)
Respect. word.

2008-08-29T22:14:00.000+08:00

My 40th post :D

Its been a while since I started this blog. Through the fire and flames of life, it's not that difficult to get owned by random circumtances and blistering potato chips, but heck, I'm still holding on. I s'pose that's a good sign, huh?

Teachers' Day celebration today. The concert was decent, though most of the guys got bored halfway through and started playing handphone games ( -.-" )The music was...not bad. So was the dancing and the yo-yo play. But the skits sucked big time. The dudes were kinda unprepared and murmured in low voices throughout the thing. Like sengya says, "YOU FAIL"

After the concert, celebrations at hc are basically over. So i followed the rulang crew onto 157 and wanted to get back earlier. It was when we reached KAP where libo said smth like, "sch only open at 12 la. Go lan first" Being the tards that we are, we got down at btp (me, qiannan, sengya, libo and yuanxin) and saw songkai n his frens.

It was a major shout session.

"OI SONGKAI WAN 5V5?"

"no la"

"WHY NOT?"

"we got ppl liao"

"5 PPL WAD. WE ALSO 5"

"dun wan you all too pro liao"

"THEN SHUFFLE PLAYERS LA"

By then he dao-ed me. Mayb caus I talked too loud. Dunno

So end up only the 5 of us. Sengya went about guai lan -ing until CHARLES (our lan fren) and one of his frens came along.. Major 3v4 action. Akasha for me the first match. Got outfarmed by sengya n lost TT ( DAMN the intel heroes)

Later DK and his seniors came along, so we played 2 matches of 5v5. Owned both of 'em :D

By then it was around 12.30 so we decided to head back to rulang.

rawrrrrr

Took a 174 and walked all the way back -.-" As I said, we're tards.

Saw a lot of ole' frens at the sch gate. Tze chong is taller now lol. Alf's neck is longer now. For some reasons -.-" Rui xuan is still short. and plump. She pretended not to see me so...well. Guess she's still pissed at me TT. Vignes is...the same. So is Mindy. Folks like wenbo and ye yang look the more matured but there ain't much change either.

Then some random girl I din't know started talking to qiannan ("OMG U SO TALL") and before she left, she said, "junyi, bye!" I was damn surprised, caus I really din't know who she was. Around 170, long legs and looks kinda nice. Totally no impression at all. So, I was like, "yeah, see ya around" Later, when I asked qiannan about her, he juz said smth vaguely about she being attitude-ed last time. Figures, huh?

Saw hoggy later and it was seriously damn awkward -.-" He was with some ex-students when we barged in. Exchanged some lame words and Sengya got us outta there. (THANKS MAN) Got so bored after that. (they won't even let us do a couple of slam dunks in the tiny bball court -.-"

So we went to kfc and got smth to eat. After, we hit the lan again wtf. Don't really wanna talk about it. Caus it was pwn + pwn + more pwn. Sad that the auntie chase qiannan n sengya n sx out caus they no clothes TT sianzzz. But overall, it was ok.

It was 7.30 PM when i reached home. Watched a bit of tv, n went to guitar. rawr. Guitar was great, cept some guys din't turn up again -.-"

So now im at home chatting with shihui and shes teasing me about HERRR

-.-"

stop it, dude.

O yeah, before i forget. I gotta reply to some tags
BenG: Then get DUCK-ROLLed. And I bet my com still pwn yours. Does your com has 126mb RAM? no right? -.-"
pwnager: I've already accepted it, you tard.
yuzzzzzzz: YOU THEN DUN GO MEATSIPN LA -.-"
bo: Aya, not like u dunno quah
BenG: not like u dunno quah ALSO
pwnager: yeah, there IS no one else. Now quit it.
the founder of gummi bear: okays, i will :D
santa bo: HAHA WANYUE U JUZ GOT PWNED
WANKITPWNZ: [highly controversial issue. Have to avoid :D (talk about smth else)] nice weather, huh?
the founder of gummi bear: OH NOES IM IN LOVE WITH A DISEASE. *cough*
bo: -.-" ba gua wtf
santa bo: HAPPY HOLS TOO XD
founder of gummi bear: its actually LIBO. I WAN MY PRESENTS TOOOOO

lol

wanyue u rock TT

"I'm les not gay :D"

-- shihui

Got diff meh? O.0

2008-08-26T20:51:00.000+08:00

I can safely say that my com is currently the best in teh world.

It has a 126mb DRR RAM
It has a 20 GB storage
It has a old motherboard discarded from some old pentium processor.

Yeah, you get the idea. My com totally rocks yo mama's balls.

Signing in to msn is perhaps the most excruciating process of all. And hell, it's becoming a trend to flood messages nowadays....so whenever I sign in, at least 3or 4 ppl will start convo-ing me, which triggers a gargantuan lag. You can't open any windows, you can switch windows, heck, you cant even move your mouse.

Welcome to my life.

Apparently sengya's still hooked to the forums -.-" I hardly read it now....due to the overwhelming number of ms paint rages. Juz couldnt stand the abstract art.

And the dude's taken to ripping off other's display pics. Specifically sexy display pics....You know how the forumers like to use pictures of half naked woman as their display pic. And sengya, being the !^%#*&!^ that he is, just HAD to rip them off '_'

right....dude I BELIEVE u ripped 'em off just to study their quah-like lips. RIGHT.....

Darn it. My com just crashed again. Was picking my preferences for MSNmsger live plus when it just lagged up. And they tell me turtles move slowly. RIGHT....

Listenin to Evanescence right now. Playlist shuffled. N if you din't know, my mp4 now got problem also....HAIZZZZZ
Why the hell is my life so screwed?

O wait.

I dun wanna know. Forget it

Opening messenger again. Not responding again. And retarded qiannan just started a convo window with me. ZZZZ
Can't even open the window to shut him up -.-"

Yay. Now i can.

Looks like he was confirming if I'm going lan on thurs....

Obviously no.

Wanyue's advertising some sale site her frens set up. All girly stuff wtf. What do you want me do with a stuffed elephant which says, 'I Love You'? damn. Gender gaps, huh?

Can't believe this. Gotta go write my column. Due 2mr wtf....STRESSS

MUST......ANSWER........TAGS
libo: It's just a figure of speech, dude, Take it easy :D
pwnager: Well, at least I don't rip porny pics off the net -.-"
bo: RICK ASTELY FTW or more well-known as Rick-Roll :D
WANKITPWNZ: LOL same age as me obviously. Why ask? XD
BenG: I'll remember that. No worries =)
bo: go get rick-roll'd then. rawr

Bye bye [JtN]EdeN. It's [JtN]iLLiyriA now :D

2008-08-22T22:13:00.000+08:00

OMG BLOGGER JUST IMPROVED TEH EDITING BAR!!!!

About time, too.

The old toolbar was so bugged that I scream in agony everytime I have to use it. Damn. It LOOKS cleaner now...and includes some sleek new buttons. Gotta try it out later :D

These few days are by far the craziest days of my life. And I don't really feel like talking about it.

Life is seriously shitty. I can't find much meaning in it anymore.....disillusioned and depressed :( But one thing I'm really proud of, I AIN'T EMO :D

If you give life a big, long thought, it'll come to pass that it really isn't worth the effort you put in. Nothing seems to go right for me anymore. Nothing seems to matter anymore. Screw track. Screw school. Screw the girl who I'm in love with. Screw the $1 ice-cream the friendly uncle is selling downstairs. Screw the dandruffs in my hair. Screw the stupid guys who thought up 'croc' shoes. Screw everything.

Is it me or am I going senile? Maybe I'll need some counselling or smth.

iPhone is out today in Singapore. Nobody I know gave a damn about it. There were no 'OMG IPHONE IS OUT' personal messages on MSN, nor was there crazy nerds running in the street stark naked cept for a iPhone over his groin. (I heard an American dude did that)

The truth is, the iPhone is just a phone, after all. And a phone is called a phone cause it drives people 'fong' (crazy)

Word.

Playing minesweeper flags with wanyue on msn. IT ROCKS :D:D and i finally won her once after 2 matches of defeat -.-"

And now we're playing reversi lol

Saturday tmr....you nvr know, I may even do something useful for a change. Shaun's talking about going lan, but I dun really feel like it. See 1st ba.

Replies to tags:
the founder of gummi bear: alright alright....just sit back and relax. Appreciate your maginal humour XD
libo: And I assume you are laughing at your own inability to type coherent english -.-"
Pwnager: LOL SENGYA IS OFFICIALLY senGAY
JtNoobTioJuke: WOOTA FTW
bo: My msg pwns too :D
SX: Hey man, how ya doin'? wads ur msn btw?

Teh FInale

DAMN. the toolbar still sucks TT bold text spawns randomly wtf

"Why Olympics so many events one? I thought only got 1?"

-- A random sec 1

Yeah. Guess what, you're actually right.

2008-08-18T20:45:00.000+08:00

LOLOLOL

Look like our 2 beary friends are getting aggressive and bearing their hairy snorts around the block -.-"

And I esp. like how libao said '我们揍您'. I guess you gotta give your target some respect, huh? Way of teh ninja FTW

Kaiyuen said smth about going lan on thurs with dk and the 2D crew. With all due respect, dk's dota is seriously pretty bad. But hey, if theres ppl going, guess I'll tag along too :P

Shan't answer the tags because they're all pretty self-explainatory

Life these days is....disenchanting. Life has lost meaning yet again. Training is the same as ever, ecpt my bench is a lil better now. School isn't worth the calories burnt. Home is supppppper boring. Diablo is getting 'RAWR'. My barbarian's equipment sucks too much. zzz...bad luck. Basketball's still ok. My jump shot is getting better, and I'm finally OK with layups now :D

End of years in approximately 1.5 monthes. mus do well and show pops i'm not a light that saves oil (不是省油的灯) .

Wanyue is being sick -.-" watched some porno-convo n got influenced. haiiiiiz impressionable teens wtf.

Yu zhou's discovered this sharing folder thing on msn, and has been pestering me to send him more songs -.-" All right dude, relax. I'll send you when I'm finished writing my coloumns, alright?

"They say, 'You want a war, you got a war', but who are you fighting for?'
-- Fall Out Boy
For the motherland, of couse XD

2008-08-15T22:10:00.000+08:00

Posting again :D

Dunno wad to post about. So will try to post smth random -.-"

Wanyue says shes going to be online 10 mins later. Caus shes at a fren's house or smth. Come to think of it, shes always at some fren's house -.-" Life of a wanderer XD

Sengya died yesterday. (more specifically, he jumped off a really high building juz cause he flunked his term msg or smth) 10 secs later, he undied. Claiming to be 'purer' now. The dude was emo-ing all over msn yesterday and today, hes as happy as a junkie on speed. Heard he got A1 for physics. Congrats dude, but so did around 70% of the population. z

Libo is currently watching an anime called 'Elemental Gelade'. Sounds familiar? Yeah, u got it. Gelade's actually some Italian ice cream. Cool, huh? Imagine watching ice cream made of fire and lightning......that's maginally better than getting castrated by a Chicken on warpath. -.-"

Ben....I dunno what's he doing now. Probably digging around for homework or smth.

Lionel, our friendly neighbourhood smiley-man, just broke another world record. Shan't talk about it. Too imba to be even conceived.

Libo is NOW pestering me to go lan 2mr. AGAIN? I see first ba. -.-"

other people around me, they're either still alive or dead (and undied [not undead] like sengya).

Btw, teh test spree is over.
This calls for a toast. So here's some champagne. CHEERS :D

before i go off doing some other random sht, i gotta answer some tags. ALL of them by wanyue -.-"

founder of gummi bear-.-: Whose going to die again? Me? but tats unpossible -.-" n what's wrong with my answers being random? I hereby make some amendments.
If she become your lover, you will
consistently piss her off by calling her wanyue. And yeah, I'll still call on rogue rodents to attack her :D
How bout that? :):)
N FYI, we may be a bridge apart, but theres no poker cards. So we cant play bridge :(

LOL :"D

"Why the hell are there so many TAO-GEIs on the score???? HOW TO PLAY LA?"
-- My guitar lesson-mate.
As we all know, she has good knowledge of vegetables. (come to think of it, the notes really look like tao gei -.-")

2008-08-12T22:13:00.000+08:00

Stereotypes.

We bath with 'em, we play basketball with 'em, we go to school with 'em, we eat with 'em, and yeah, basically, we live with these guys.

No matter how hard you can try, stereotypes JUST DON'T GO AWAY.

'look at the fat ass over there, bet he can't even run his 2.4'
'check out the chiobu over, she must be a motherf***ing bimbo'
'what's with the dude with the weird accent? He must be some attention seeker wtf'

Well, that's jus a few e.g.s of how we stereotype ppl we see and hear and basically interacts with everyday.

Here's some of the main ones I juz thought up. Juz common stereotypes... -.-"

I play basketball so I must be tall.
I do my homework so I must be a nerd.
I drink water from a cup so I must be uncool.
I spend time styling my hair so I must be a poseur.
I've got a MP4 so I must be a rich bich.
I don't like jeans so I'm not normal.
I'm in track and field so I must run around in little shorts everyday of the year.
I'm tanned so I must have skin problems.
I go to LAN sometime so I must be a game addict.
I'm a peaceful guy so I must be a hippie.
I'm sexy so I must be a slut.
I go to school regularly so I must be a goody-goody guy
I don't mess around with gangsters so I must be scared of them.
I write a blog so I must be a time-wasting noob.
I suck at soccer so I must suck at everything else.
I don't go out with girls so I must be gay.
I do weights so I must be gay.
I don't flirt so I must be a insecure.
I play guitar so I must leave long hair and scream my lungs out whenever and wherever.

zz

that's all I can think of today. Contribute ur own :D

Tag time.. !
Wang ce: OMFG, IM PWNT BY WANG THE PRO. GG
Pwnager: Stop putting words into my mouth zz. This ain't scrabble
libo: You are pointful -.-"
Wan Kit: Me too :D
Bo: OH NOES....THE WORLD IS COMING TO AN END. rawr

2008-08-06T22:35:00.000+08:00

OMFGWTFGGPWNZOR1337QFTAOPWJDAOLOLZZZ

I'm actually like, doing a post -.-"
This used to be as common as Micheal Jackson's nose falling off his head...but sadly, MJ's nose is now melted so i can post so much anymore (lame excuse zz)

Anyways, went to wanyue's blog n saw tis quiz thingy there. (wtf) n heck, it inspired me to write tis post.

Damn. Let's get it on :D

1. The person who passed you this quiz is
Wanyue

2. Your relationship with him/her is...
Long distance friendship (LOL)

3. Your 5 impressions of her...
Cool, unbitchy, insecure n kinda crazy :P

4. The most memorable thing she has done for you...
She called me gummi -.-"

5. The most memorable words she has said to you...
'Gummi sounds cute right?' Dude, it doesn't. zz

6. If she becomes your lover, you will...
Buy chesse burgers instead of satay . . . random -.-"

7. If she becomes your lover, things she should improve on...

Get me some meds to cure my incessent pinching -.-"

8. If she becomes your enemy, you will...

be Sad T.T

9. If she becomes your enemy, the reason will be...

I hired rogue rodents to assualt her with waterguns

10. The most desired thing you want to do for her now is...

Give her a good ole' rick-roll

11. Your overall impression of her is...

Great person, i guess

12. How you think people around you will feel about you?

Ppl tell me I'm tall :D

13. The characteristics you love about yourself are...

I ain't no insecure son-of-bich :D

14. On the contrary, the characteristics you hate about yourself are...

I've got a pimple on my leg -.-"

15. The most ideal person you want to be is......

BORAT :D:D .... nvm zzz

16. For people that care and like you, say something to them...

RAWRBBBQAJIJOPPWNZOR1337WTFGGNOOB. screw it

17. Pass this quiz to 10 persons that you wish to know how they feel about you.

Jiale
Lionel (teh blaaack)
Guy in the street (particularly the razy dude in the MIDDLE of the street
Chris Daughtry (cause he's bald)
Ben wtf
Lihui
Bo -.-"
Libo (not same as bo wtf)
Sengya (do i know you?)
Wan kit (streamline fu*k the wad?)

18.Who is no.6(Lihui) having a relationship with at the moment?

Her comp? :D

19. Is no.9 (Sengya) a male or female?

Depends on your eyesight. If it's bad, you'll probably not see him (at night) anyways -.-"

20. If no.7 (Bo) and 10(Wankit) are together, will it be a good thing?

HAHHAHDAHdhioaoioafhafh. Tat would be wonderful :D really. And heck, their height kinda matches XD

21. How about no.8 (Libo) and 5 (Ben)?
I rather NOT think about it. Retch bucket anyone? (LOL)

22. What is no.2 (Lionel) studying?

Saying that this guy actually STUDIES is already overrated -.-" So why don't you ask wikipedia instead?

23. When was the last time you had a chat with no.3 (Guy in the middle of the street)?

Just this morning. I gave him some friendly advice and listed the benefits of walking on the pavement instead. And well, he dao-ed me. HEY! Isn't that his face on that damn obertuary? ....figures

24. What kind of music band does no.8 (Libo) like?

ZZZZ only jap music i guess

26. Will you woo no.3(Guy in the Street) ?

DUDE, HES DEAD. AND I'M STRAIGHT WTF

27. How about no.7 (Bo)?

C the second statement in above line. 'nuff said

28. Is no.4 (Chris Daughtry) single ?

No idea. But i know hes bald :D

30. What is the hobby of no.4(Chris Daughtry) ?

Being bald? XD

31. Do no.5(Ben) and 9(Sengya) get along well?

U can say tat....cause they dun even noe each other -.-"

32. Where is no.2 (Lionel) studying at?

I told you, he doesn't exactly STUDIES. But yeah, he does it (or lack thereof) in hc

33. Say something casually about no.1(Jiale).

I HELP UR FATHER SMACK U XD

34. Have you tried developing feelings for no.8 (Libo)?

35. Where does no.9 (Sengya) live at ?

His house? duh

36. What colour does no.4(Chris Daughtry) like ?

Beige, i think. Cause thats the colour of his hair. O wait, thre's only skin where his hair should be -.-" and well, it IS beige

37. Are no.5(Ben) and 1(Jiale) best friends ?

Dun think so...but they maybe conspired to steal my chair

38. Does no.7(Bo) like no.2 (Lionel)?

i mean, DUHHHHH. oh wait. Wrong question

39. How do you get to know no.2(Lionel) ?

I forgot. Who's lionel again?

40. Does no.1 have any pets (Jiale)?
His running shoes? N heck, i think he actually feed them scraps

41. Is no.7(Bo) the sexiest girl in the world ?

No. Quah is.

42. Do you think its possible if no.4(Chris Daughtry) and no.5(Ben) date each other?

Ben can then understand the greatness of being bald. It's a win-win situation

43. Say something more about no.6(Lihui) ...

She pouts because she pouts. 'nuff said

44. what is your relationship with no.9 (Sengya) ...

Professional potato peelers. I'm the boss n hes the guy running around in swimming trunks

45. List all the schools that no.1 to no.10 are in and originally from.

Jiale pri sch
Some east coast sch
Probably din't attend sch at all....considering the retardedness
I really dun noe. Mayb wikipedia can help?
Jalan jalan pri sch 9tats the only malay word i noe -.-")
Rulang :D
also jalan jalan pri sch
Rulang
Rulang (he copy me wtf)
jalan jalan pri sch XD

46. What would you do if no.10 (Wan kit)hates you?

I'll say, 'suck balls, noob' XD (impaled upon ur own sword, bitch)

47. Which of the following are in a relationship?with who?

Not any that I know of. Or do i?

48. How did you first meet no.3 (Guy in the street)?

2day wtf. On the street, of course. N now he's dead -.-"

49. How would you react if no.3 (Guy in the street) and no.10 (Wan kit) are together?

They would live happily (gaily) ever after. Eh wait, the guy on the street is dead -.-" necrophile wtf

50. Last question! What would you do if no.4 (Chris Daughtry) tells you she(he) is pregnant?

He would grow some hair...hopefully. N heck, im not even surprised.

RAWR teh imba post. Time to do some updates on template also :D

Tags btw.
libo: okok
wy: ZZZZZZZ now im reduced to senseless candy -.-"
bo: YEAH! FUCK TESTS FTW
yuzzzzz: LOALOFALAOAALFOL 肉转WTF

tats it 4 the day..rawr

"Pokkai means broke la"
-- Lionel
Yay. I learnt a new word today :D

2008-07-21T21:01:00.000+08:00

It's been some time since I did a decent post.
Since I have all the time in the world right now, I s'pose I'm finally gonna do one.
:D

Damn......
Well, since music's one of my main influences and driving force for my life,
seems like that's what I should write about.

Most of the guys who'd heard more than one track on my mp4 says that they don't understand the sht i listen to.
So, as you probably would have guessed, I'm pretty much more into the more alternative genres, eg. Metal, old school R&B, AlternRock, Acoustic, Grunge, etc. But of course, I still listen to some mainstream music, mainly punk rock of the 2000s, hip-hop in the form of Mike Shinoda, Jay-Z, Kanye West, Eminem, etc and all kinds of rock, really.

Heck, seems like the only music (or lack thereof) I don't touch is pop. But let's not go into that or I'll spend the whole night ranting about its noobness (lol)

Right now, accompanying me through the dark ages of tests and DISorientation are bands like Avenged Sevenfold, Sum 41, Coldplay, Nerina Pallot and Evanescence. A7X is really a largely misunderstood band. Man, I gotta admit the band dudes look tough and their band name sounds malicious, but hey, these guys are really good musicians.

I esp. like M.I.A (my current favourite song) and Seize the Day from their previous album, City of Evil. Save the incessent screaming and unmelodic solos, the chrous and verses sounds really good. I mean, it's hard to find a band nowadays which doesn't revolve their music around insanity, love or sex. Seriously. I seriously wanna use M.I.A as my blog song, but its wayyyy to long to be uploaded... so, damn.

Maybe I can post some of the lyrics (yeah, they're the best I've heard in a long time) here instead.
Parts of which I think is meaningful will be highlighted in red

[lyrics]
Staring at the carnage, praying that the sun would never rise
Living another day in disguise
These feelings can't be right, lend me your courage to stand up and fight

Onnn tonight
Stand up and fight

The fighting rages on and on, to challenge me you must be strong.
I walk your land but don't belong, two million soldiers can't be wrong

It's no fun but I've been here before
I'm far from home and I'm fighting your war
(Not the way I pictured this, I wanted better things)
Some are scared, others killing for fun, I shot a mother right in front of her son
(Take this from my consciousness and please erase my dreams)

Fight for honor, fight for your life
Pray to God that our side is right
Although we won I still may lose, until I make it home to you
I see our mothers filled with tears, grew up so fast where did those years go?
Memories won't let you cry, unless I don't return tonight

So many soldiers on the other side, I take their lives so they can't take mine
(Scared to make it out alive now, murder's all I know)
Nobody tells me all the reasons we're here, I have my weapon so there's nothing to fear
(Another day, another life, but nothing real to show for)

Fight for honor, fight for your life
Pray to god that our side is right
Although we won I still may lose, until I make it home to you
I see our mothers filled with tears, grew up so fast where did those years go?
Memories won't let you cry, unless I don't return tonight

Staring at the carnage, praying that the sun would never rise
Living another day in disguise
These feelings can't be right, lend me your courage to stand up and fight

Watching the death toll rise wondering how I'm alive
Stranger's blood on my hands, shot all I can
There were no silent nights watching your brothers all die
To destroy all their plans with no thought of me (No thought of me)
No thought of me

Ohhhh...

I Walk the city lonely, memories that haunt are passing by
A murderer walks your streets tonight
Forgive me for my crimes
Don't forget that I was so young, fought so scared
In the name of God and Country
[/lyrics]

As you probably can tell by now, this is the story about this guy who fought in a damn war started by god-knows-who, feeling disenchanted and wondering wtf is he fighting for and heck, the part about the reference to the virtual "mothers" are reallly sad.

The reason this song has touched me so deeply is because the lyrics are really outspoken yet contains lots of hidden meanings. Sort of like Fort Minor but A7X sang about more contemporary issues (war/disillusions/whatnot) I strongly suggest you give the song a try. It's really good (and it's vulgar-free lol).

Edit: Found a link for it :D here or here

I guess I'm really a lyrical dude, huh?

Actually didn't meant to write so much about M.I.A, but I guess I got emotional and juz wrote whatever XD

Time to answer some tags though.
lihui: I'm fine with all :D
BenG: lololol. ok
bo: ROFLBO ftw
Jason: alright, I saw him on the way out. Where's pinky anyways? Haven't seen the little guy for ages
shieuhui: relink? okioki

lol I didn't update for so long...guess thats why even sengya forgot to spam my board (lol)

2008-07-14T20:47:00.001+08:00

Damn, even LBao's updating now.
Guess I should make an effort to do it too, huh?

Tags first :D
lihui: YEAH THANKS FOR THE CAPS WILL PREFER SMALL LETTER NEXT TIME (lol)
Lionel: Alrite, alrite. GD LUCK. haaaappy now? (haaaaaapy pronunced: HAAAAAA pi)
r: f > r all i can say
wy: eh i tis year nvr compete xia. Went china so coach dun let me go nats :( but c boys discus over now, n we got owned. 2, 3 n 6 only :( i shld have competed xia, cause the 6th dude only threw 31, which is....noob. n btw, how come u nvr come training now uh?
lihui: HELLO, HOW YA DOING?
Blog Moderator: I just got word tat u r sengya
libo: r u libo?

Identity crisis, as you can see. Sengya's acting his strange self again (or should it be 'sengya's BEING his strange self again') and damn, its giving me the collywobbles XD

Fine day today.
Or why don't we just say 'fine' is overrated.
I don't mean 'fine' as in must pay money or anything....but
o wait
I DO mean 'fine' as in lost 6 bucks giving hanson funds for chinese book :( totally screwed my war communism plan
Z

wa
damn sian later then update

:D

2008-07-06T14:31:00.000+08:00

You know, after all this time, DotA is finally beginning to suck.
And the only real reason you should even play it is because there ain't really much other games that you can play together with friends.
And heck, my skillz seem to be deproving a lot recently, probably due to the lack of practice, or maybe even the lack of concentration and whatnot

So I've decided. I'm moving on (so long, bitches)
Though as much as i wanna do it, I can't. Cause the new games releasing this year (eg.Diablo3, Starcraft2, Red Alert3) all have imba system requirements.

Point is, I need a new com.

Diu

Still, good thing I found my PSP today (my mom hid it in some random cardboard, claiming that she was sleepwalking while doing so).
And I swear I'm gonna hide it so my mom can't get to it first :D

*Playing burnout now*
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Also dunno why the hell am I doing this post.
O yeah, I gotta reply to the tags (lol)

[JtN]Duck-Babe: LOL why would be attracted to a DUCK-babe? Now look who's the duck-o-phile. ROFLBBQPWNZOR
ghandi: Oh look, the pwn is here, let's zao XD
wad mortal: shouldn't it be 'what, mortal?' get your grammar right dude
lihui: congrats for owning bo off his pants XD here's a cookie for ye. [] 'Dang' made me lol cause I felt like lol'ing back then. lol. talk crap
bobo: LOL LBAO. stop copying my lol pls. lol
carbon: lol ns blog. Dun feel like removing lionel link. caus its wayyyy too black. (get my drift?)

that's it (lol)

And people (esp.qiannan), I've got better things to do than helping you hook girls. word. Now get a life.

2008-07-04T14:18:00.003+08:00

JtN FTW

Clan JtN
(Juke the Noob) formally known as Junyi the Noob

Chieftain
= [JtN]EdeN (MEEEEE) temp
Foreign Affairs
= [JtN]EdeN (MEEEEEEEE again)
Vice Chieftain
= [JtN].xFroz (Bo)
Main league players (well, almost)
=
[JtN]DuckFate (BenG)
[JtN]EdeN (MEEEEEEE agaaaaain)
[JtN]MydNighT (Wank it)
[JtN] Sianzzorzz (Jit Kai)
[JtN]Tombstone (Lionel)
[JtN].xFroz (BO)

Main duty/area of expertise

[JtN]EdeN = Carry/Dps/Tank/Defense+Support (STR+AGI)
[JtN]DuckFate = Caster/Support/High dps/Tank (ALL)
[JtN]MydNighT = Heavy dps/carry (ALL but mostly AGI)
[JtN] Sianzzorzz = Heavy carry/dps (ALL)
[JtN]Tombstone = Heavy carry+dps+tech (ALL)
[JtN].xFroz = Caster/High dps (ALL)

Meanwhile, Libo's got a new clan too. So does Sengya (lol)

Libo's one is called [DIR], which comes from the ending letters of some cheem word opposite of zenith. And the best part is, he has named himself [DIR]LBAO (ROFLMAOBBQPWNZOROMGFTW). If you've been going to libo's blog at all, you would know that his classmates all call him LiBao, for some reasons. Now he's finally accepted the nick. (Give the man some champagne !) 'Grats, dude.

Sengya's clan is even better :D It's called XTP. (extra town portal wtf)

It actually stands for Xiong the Pro (Xiong is actually sengya's surname [OMGBBQWTFPWNZOR]). Damn, that's the most creative shit ever. And guess who's in the clan? No one. 'Cept him (LOLOLOL)

Since there ain't much to write about, I might as well do a day recount kind of thing.

1 am = Sleep

2 am = Wake up a bit and wages war with relentless mozzies (damn)

3 am = Sleep desperately, dreaming of Ben & Jerry's (random lol)

4 am = Suddenly waked up and realised there wasn't a drop of Ben & Jerry's in the 300 aoe vinicity. Got pissed and went back sleeping

5 am = ZzZzZ action

6 am = Heard mum shout something incoherent and wakes up like a peanut (seriously). Turned out she was looking for her specs

6.15 am = Heard more incoherent shouting and didn't give a shit (cause i thought she still couldn't find her specs) till she held her alarm beside my ear and gave me the collywobbles (whatever they are...)

6.20 - 7 am = Drank some milk, brushed me teeth, grabbed my stuff, and headed for the stop. 174, as usual, arrived at some erratic time and was totally crammed to the max. But somehow I still got in. Bus drove....drove....drove....and I looked (noobed) around desperately, trying to get some leg space.

7.30 am = ZOMG I'm late. cause the damn driver went too slowly. zzzzz. met jiale at the copy-down-your-name-so-we-know-you-are-late place and we joked around about randomies. Encounter with chen at flag-raising place. But heng I pulled up my socks high so he never say anything :D

7.40 - 8.40 am = PCME wtf. And worse, it's about 'pornography', something I bet lionel NEVERRRR touches. damn, I'm not saying anything here. DK asked us to share why porn is bad, and me, chyi yan, perry came up with some lame shit about how it increases your electricity bill -.-"

8.40 - 10 am = Chinese lessons. The same dao-dao-dao-dao by the population. sry, DK, we don't mean it.

10 - 10.40 am = Recess. The usual MAD SCRAMBLE (eggs) for the canteen. And wtf, me, lionel and jiale were actually EARLY. ZOMG. do i see a blue moon rising? went back to class and finished up pie + coffee. COFFEE FTW

10.40 - 12 am/pm = ANG ANG ANG ANG ANG ANG AGNAGNANNGNAGNNA. Yeah, you guessed it. It's Trig with ANG :D actually all we did was see darrel get owned out of the class, and did some more trig ourselves cossintan.

12 - 1.20 pm = my fave/unfave lesson 2gather. HIs and Eng. His was solemn. As in quiet and spastic. Eng was quiet too, but more on the spastic side. (as usual)

1.20 - 2.30 pm = slack slack lunch. helped benG find his mp3 wtf.

2.30 - 4 pm - due to the fact that i wasn't wearing specs, I felt like walking into oblivion while entering weights room. then some1 called to me 'OI GUNNI' turn out it was ZiXian. And turned out everyone's at CCK supporting the nationals. So only me, bernard and CAI trained. Major slacking.

5 - 8 pm = went home and played some ball.

8 pm - now = well, dinner (YONG TAU FU !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) and blog :D

2 sian to answer tags...mayb tmr :D BB

May the eden be with you.

2008-07-02T21:39:00.000+08:00

Wow, seems like im taking wayyy too many trips down memory lane these days.
Damn, first i went back to my hometown.

Saw the same old dirt roads.
The same old beef noodle stalls.
My aunts and cousins.
I gotta say its great, knowing that i still have some family around :D

Got a new spalding gold sometime last week. (PWNZORBBQOMFHEXOORG)
Took it out for a test drive last night and met one of my old sch frens.
as in really old sch.
My p1 fren from boon lay garden.
and hes now in westwood (a sch around my house)

damn.
time really pass so fast that you don't even notice it till its gone.
The good-old days of rulang.
whole day go home early, watch some tv/play some diablo,
then go around playing ball with whoevers at the court.

Now the court's nearly empty, cept for some kids trying out their 10-dollar-balls and old folks trying to get the hang of life by staring at baskets.
Know the reason?
some random retard went about spreading rumours about how some other court's got lots of chiobus.
So the regulars began going there and never came back.

sucky, huh?
that's how life works, QFT

:D:D::D:D
tag time!
techies :O : DAODAODAO :D
lihui: o. alrite. btw the way usaid dang ('DANG') made me lol. lol
bo: lolololololol. lan every weekend ba. we deserve it :D
Anonymous: damn....u sound JUST like wan kit. '_'
libo: you sound JUST like libo. oh wait. You are libo.
[JtN]MydNighT: uh....wads JENG JENG JENG and ROAR? tat the answer to ur question?
execute[Math.random]
[JtN]Tombstone; Lionel: LOL still need say....-.-" OF COURSE JTN TOMBSTONE IS lionel la. zzzzz. if not its A Gao meh?
yuzhou: lol ty. though i suspect u r feeling wad lionel is feeling when he tagged.
bo: DAMN. wads with the 'OH NOES' shit????!??!??!?!? its cool meh? 'OH NOES MA HAIR IS ON FIRE"
lihui: lol tagboardfornoobs101
bo: lol lihui tio own
wad mortal: walao.....i BET u r sengya/wan kit. no one else guai lan enough to use nvrmore's favorite phrase.
how bout I change my alias to 'my HOOF and ur ASS have an APPOINTMENT' ? tat would be like, so koooool.

lol i promise to work more on my blog from now on :D

From playing ball to dota to discus to life.
Everything is about technique.
tech, tech.
tech's is everywhere, even in your socks.
tech = confidence, no doubt

I've always thought people who go bodybuilding all day long for plain vanity reasons are serious noobs.
Talk about insecurities, damn.
I mean, everyone's insecure in one way or another.
some dont like how they look, some thinks they ain't cool.
some spam their $ on clothes cause they feel that they ain't chio/cool enough.

Screw that. SHUANG LIFE > ALL
well, not literally. though u can still try.

Back to sch, tons of sht ramming me stright in teh arse.

[JtN] vs [DIR] on sat.
come watch come watch :D:D

"A man without dreams is just like a piece of sardine squashed in a tiny can"
-- Mr Zhou. our frenly neighbourhood kungfu dude.
So we can conclude lawlaw is DEFINITELY NOT sardine. Hes just fishy.

2008-06-06T16:04:00.000+08:00

Heck, its been a while.
a long while. (Yeah, i noe :D )

Tags first:
lihui: Sorry bout tat, dude. I forgot to cater to all my audiences :( . Mayb I'll do a post bout dandruffs n boybands sometime :D (juz 4 u)
xingyu: Wtf??? Exams finish liao still remember all those history sht -.- . Shldnt you b the one who shld get a life? XD
libo: walao.....sengya paid u how much?
[JtN]MydNighT: Karbon is an ass, dammit. Who does he think he is? Solo piece of wasted dandruff -.-" I though he was Shenyee at 1st u noe (cause hes carbon mah) then later i realised shenyee wasnt even there (z). Btw, how bout u arrange 4 [JtN] vs ur seniors? IMO they all suck. WLO (walao) all get labtop liao zzz. im considering pawning (literaly) my psp n gettin a com. (my father still noobing around :( dammit)
shieuhui: okioki
Lionel: uh. ok.
lihui: .
libo: .
EVERYONE: IM UPDATIN NOW, ALRIGHT? QUIT ASKING.

dun mind the caps. i forgot to off the lock n now im 2 lazy to rewrite the whole thing.

Guess i'll start with a changelog thing.
Wtf changed this few weeks:
1. I discovered the fun-ness of MELEE
2. Lakers got smashed by Celtics, then got smashed again by Spurs
3. I realised how bad singapore tv is. Compared 2 china's
4. I realised WE.SKY is every bit as pro as libo said he is
5. I wore a sweater for the first time in my life
6. Cavalier's new forward, West, totally sucks
7. I played my first match of Battlefield 2 n condemned it immediately
8. I realised it is possible to feed peas to crabs
9. I realised crabs eat peas\
10. My hair grew out
11. I'm beginning to like Celtic's ball play
12. I finally discovered what a point guard does
13. I'm beginning to see DotA as a pointless AoS after playing Company of Heroes, Call of Duty and Nba 2006
14. I thought it over and over, then realised that DotA is still ok, if I play with the [JtN] guys instead of AIs
15. the DotA forums began raising funds for faster forums
16. 71 ppl contributed
17. the SiChuan earthquake seemed much more serious
18. the body count till 2day is almost 70000
19. 2day's the official A levels for all J2 students in China
20. My 表哥 is already 28
21. Hes coming over to singapore to work sometime this month
22. My 表姐's in college
23. My other 表姐 is in sec 2 (same as me)
24. My mom's a real bitch
25. Im beginning to miss training
26. I like it here in 兰州
27. countless frens sms-ed me, askin to go LAN
28. I realised I forgot to tell them Im going to CHina
29. I realised 'Letterbomb' and 'Give Me Novacaine' (Green Day) r ns songs

There's still lots to write, but it seems really lame to juz write everything in a list
so well.

:D

So, basically, im in front of my 表哥's com now, typing away at the blogger form.
and yeah, im in China.
but no, im not lost or devoured by kodos

I always thought Singapore's great. The life is peaceful, the gangsters are noobs, every1 survives some way or the other, there aint no natural disasters or crimes, many plays the stuff i play, ive got frens n yeah, u get the idea. But sometimes, it's good to come out and see the world. My homeground, 兰州's quite unknown to most, but its a cool place. The city's actually built in a linear fashion, along a river called 黄河. Its a pretty hazy place, due to pollutions cause by heavy industries (driving force of the city). There aint much rich ppl here, every1 earns pretty much the same few thousand. But heck, its way different from singapore.

1. No racism
2. Theres Nba on tv 24/7
3. Theres more lanshops
4. No 1 wears skinnies
5. Theres actually the 4 seasons :D
6. The roads r pretty crappy
7. No one shows off their nice legs (or lack thereof)
8. The waste treatment's crazy
9. No 1s tanned
10. Ppl gives me the weird eye when im on the streets (cause 1. i aint in sch 2. im blacker than every1)
11. Ppl likes online games more
12. The students actually LIKE stdying

Theres lots more differences but all im sayin is.....change, we believe in. difference is gd :D

Well, will update if i have the chance, but i dun feel like write anymore now, cause my mom's behind me, tryin her best to piss me off so i wont have decent supper 2day.

Word.

tats how life works, eh?

:D

2008-05-17T21:55:00.000+08:00

Sry folks, long time no update.
not really cause i no time, but ya noe, i dun really feel like doin anything after the exams :D
major slackin, yeah?

Lotsa tags..... '_' :
lihui: lucky kia XD n no new com yet :( still waitin
Lionel: ok ok. i noe wad cha sayin :D . still, try 2 type in a more readable manner, yeah? lol
lihui: no prob. doin tat rite now
bo: ZZZZZ havent got com yet la. sad. if not still go lan play? n wad cock u talkin ftw? 你出去乱乱花钱用其他人的??? if DK c tis sure he sure damn sad :D
wy: I SAW U 2 lol. but u look damn fierce xia '_' was bout 2 say hello then u gimme tat weird look. scared the crap outta me xia. anyways, tyty dunno if coach wan me compete or not. If i overcome my anxiety prob sure can.... but the thing is, i aint able 2 do tat. so... dunno la.
libo: ppl show off cannot isit? dun niao leh. we noe ur chinese pwn.
bo: LOL....nvm
lihui: lax, lax.
libo: DAMN rite u r. tats how i feel lol
bo: tats wad i feel 2 :D
BenG: n1 lol
[JtN]DuckFate: oki then. next time we term 3 go :D but ur seniors 2day damn asshole xia. the Karbon guy only noe how 2 farm farm farm. FK use? somemore say those guai lan sht. In the end still get raped by my SK rite? nabe
bo: got diff lol?
take my hand: ok... :D

phew.
tags is like dota. the more tags, the more work. but the more tags, the more fun.
so...
based on the quantum theory #43.5,
tags have the 93.658% chance of being equivalent 2 fun n laughter.
:D
keep 'em comin

Been playin burnout the past few days.
Seriously its the best racing game around. i mean, wad other racer promotes crashin ur opponents?
now i noe y a lot ppl stop dota-ing. cause i5 really gets lame after a while.
heres how a typical BNET match goes:

1. i scan through the list of rooms n joins one
2. i get the shock of my life when the sentinel team (host team) is a clan (ie. they all have clan tags be4 their aliases).
3. i suggest -sp mode 4 fairness
4. the host says smth vaguely bout me being an ass n boots me out.
5. repeat (1)
6. some random retard in the room says, "GG NOOBS" n cause some lame commotion
7. after 5 mins of reapeated kicking+playin around with the damn slots, the host finally starts the game.
8. tats when some guy rants, "LOL NOOBS I GO PLAY INHOUSE LIAO BB" n leave during countdown -.-"
9. the match starts as a 5v4
10. some guy on the 4 team gets pissed n leaves
11. everyone screams ,"RM RM RM RM" with their keyboards or lack thereof
12. i leave n repeat step (1)
13. repeat steps (6) to (11) for at least 4 times
14. reapeat step (1)
15. finally theres an OK host.
16. the game starts n every1 picks pubstompers.
17. i random n get dazzle/chen (confirm 1)
18. instead of repickin, i went off 2 get items.
19. some solo retard says, "lol [JtN]EdeN is a noob. c he usin noob hero"
20. from prior experience, i shut my mouth n buy stuff
21. to my horror, i discover theres a 2 sec delay (ZOMFG GG)
22. .....
23. i cont playin cuase u would have 2 repeat step (13) 4 another hour or so
24. i go off 2 a lane n misses block due 2 the lag.
25. a faceless void will say, "lolz noob la"
26. i say nth
27. early game - farming.
28. due 2 the extreme lag, void keep gettin killed by creeps
29. i try my best 2 farm n end up with a creep score of 2-1 (tats my best)
30. void niao me "I BET U R SOME FAT SHT WITH NO LIFE SITTIN AT HOME WATCHIN PORN N TRYIN 2 DOTA"
31. i get pissed n say, "dude, ur mama's so fat, her fkin waist is the equator" (or any other 'yo mama' jokes)
32. void drops his branches n tangoes on the floor n destroys them be4 leavin thew game
33. repeat step (11)
34. -.-" every1 leaves
35. i exit program n start playin pokemon (optional)

yeah baby.
[JtN]EdeN's unfailable guide 2 pub games :D
it occurs on the frequency of 96.74324% - 99.14142%
go try urself :D

damn. i guess i wont try 2 bore u with more details of (almost) pointless pub games.
:D
Well, im guessin by now u would b askin, "WTF? so tats dota? it sounds really bad" yeah. tats dota, alrite, but its PUB dota.
luckily we still have smth called inhouse dota.
now tats the pwn
inhouse basically means a lot ppl go lan 2gather n mass game.
no lag
no noob comments
lotsa teamwork
now tats y anyone would wanna go lan. seriously :D

tats it 4 now, i guess
aint much 2 write

n yeah, i'll b in china 2mr. but will still try 2 update as far as possible :D

2008-05-08T12:06:00.000+08:00

Woah....long time no update again XD

lotsa tags 2 answer lol:
lihui: haha, u wish lol. i A1 tyco also la....where got skill 1.
wy: wat the hell? u grew up in sg rite? how can dunno dialect? OMG. n dude, its not like we whole day say it wad -.-" its juz kinda like general knowledge la. anyways bryan sure bluff u 1. HE was the 1 hu started the ganinabu thing lol. how can he not noe wad it mean? and no, u aint stupid, juz misinformed lol.
lihui: ok....lol
lionel: :D:D:D:D:D::D:D:DD:D::D:D i go repost the pic again lol btw dun so egolist la zzzzz nvr even c ur face -.-" u scared 4 wad?
wy: HAHA totally agree with u lol (not the vulgar part) aya he not freaked out la.....juz being the guai lan dude he is. but he damn popular with gals 1 XD
Libo: damn rite u r lol
Lionel: OKI :D
Shieuhui: OMGOMG u actually noticed it ????? KOOL dude u the 1st 1 lol. n yeah, its one of the openin themes. best anime ive watched btw :D

im fkin happy now.
ok nvm
cut the fkin
im juz happy :D:D:D
cause test over.
yay
yay
yay
yay
yay

dun feel like doin a post, really. but i kinda feel like i owe it smth. (screwed)
these days......im bored like peanut xia.
go home watch lame animes n read the same ole mech forums.
like nth much now lol

n btw, cept eng, ts like i almost everythin A1.
YEAH
U NOE WAD IM THINKIN

NEW COM AT LAST, BICH

dunno wait how long liao.
finally
its time.
:D

o well.
screw tat. tats 4 later
now, ITS HAMMER TIME

DOTA DOTA DOTA at all opportunities.
n yeah, im now teachin juniors how 2 do stand throw :D
at least i feel important lol.

"GAY is better than noob"
-- muhen56 (some forums guy)
i guess its true lol

2008-05-02T21:24:00.000+08:00

Its Friday!!!
n u noe wad tat means :D
2 more days of slackin n muggin n guitarin n wadever.
doesnt sound much but its great :D

Tags 1st
wy: HOLY MAMA. repeat after me. gan ni na bu. GAN NI NA BU. u dunno tat? omffgomsafaljgalkfg xia. n yeah, im in lan :D howja noe?
lihui: duuuuuuuuude. do i look/sound/act egolistic 2 u? z
take my hand: well....then its gotta b a really weird song lol
><: YO BO. go save the lionel pic n put as ur msn dp :D CLAN JtN ALL THE WAY
libo: chill chill :D tats juz my frenly lil classmate (yeah, hes lil all rite XD )

:D :D :D :D
4 some reasons, im hAppy 2day :D
n hell yeah, i deserve tis.......hrs n hrs of mugggggin, finally an A1 4 lit (yeah baby)
now left like bio n his dunno results. pray pray hope all get A1/A2, then i can get pops to smash his lil piggy bank n buy me a new com :D:D:D:D (the piggy bank part not true la)

Trainin after sch. major weights n stuff. n heck, looks like the sch is crackin down on the ankle socks thing. even alan is takin action against us poor commoners :( tio pumped 40 after trainin juz 4 tat (damn) . looks like i seriously gotta wear longer socks -.-"

n o yeah, thunder (acoustic) is wayyyyy nser than the original version. (ty wan kit 4 the recommendation)

but the thing is, 2day me, jiale n ben discovered a whole new dimension in music. Its called backmasking. so i guess i'll share tat with u folks
if u like jay chou, u gotta listen

Backmasking, put in simple lang, is juz singing a verse backwards, resultin in slurs n stuff.
u might think tat backmaskin is merely an effect, but actually its deep n all.

Jiale discovered tis in a jay chou song called Ni Ting De Dao here it is:
note the 00.48 - 00.54 part
and the 02.43 - 02.50 part
although hes actually singin the same thing, u can only hear slurred words in the 2nd part, tats cause hes singin it backwards (note the lack of subs 2)

heard tat? if u cant, listen again n again.
u'll geddit.
so like, tis song is a only a small part of the backmaskin culture
now look at THIS
and this

esp note the list. many of the messages contain stuff like pertainin to satan. (wtf?) many of the comment boxes also rage with controversy n stuff. cept 4 jay chou, beatles, linkin park n some other guys, the rest seemed really 2 b about satanic stuff.

now the scary part.
any rocker/listen-to-rock-dude would noe the early rock pinoeer Led Zepplin.
now look

tis song, stairway 2 heaven (not the korean drama -.-") is one of the most popular songs back in the days.
now scroll down to the backmaskin part n hear the original n playback versions.
scary rite? eiree sht.
its like tis guys r tryin 2 spread tis satan sht by these subliminal messages. although they deny it, im pretty sure the sht's intentional. 4 wad, i dunno. cept 4 the fact tat its there. it really is. no denying

lionel's theory is tat these dudes (the old days pop guys) pledgesd their loyalty 2 the satan or smth n perry came up with some christianic stuff about sellin ur soul 2 the devil (which i dint understand) but still.
tis sht is scary.

n if u get to the 1st link n read up bout tis, it says backmaskin is also used to censor songs. n tats like, i dunno, kinda weird cause u can simply cancel out the stuff. seriously, its really like they wanna spread some message desparately. n like, its even been banned 2 stop ppl from abusin it 2 praise the satan or smth.

word.
go look read the thing.
n yeah, im an atheist. so, no subjectivity in tis post. think wad u like. all im tryin 2 do is bring out smth oldskool tat like, makes a diff. u noe?

"im actually kinda into early Neil Young. U noe, i like his style, its like his music's designed to inform, not to impress"
-- John Mayer
Yeah, dude, i totally noe wacha sayin

2008-04-28T20:30:00.000+08:00

I shld b emo 2day, but i aint. is tat gd or bad?

libo: i where got scam u? bluff u got money take is it?
wy: wtf? how can u not get the nabu thing? GAN NI NA BU ftw. gunyi+nabu=gunyinabu. dude, u aint even smarter than a fifth grader -.-" even the little kids who play bball around my block calls me tat lol. n......u got take 174 meh? how come i nvr c u? i guess u nvr go upper deck, huh? btw, i reeeeeally aint a morning person, so no point puttin on a happy face or anything. ya noe.
lihui: other folks include the folks hu r other. whys every1 using 'idk' tis days? i got tis canadian fren hu says it all the time......is it a tradition 4 gals 2 get 2gather n make up new short lang every week or so? zz. wad bout me eh, i dunno. i guess im hangin in there, ya noe, the same old sht repeated day after day after day. :D im juz bored tats all. hc's still pretty ok, n yeah, so im pretty ok 2. XD glad u asked.

screwed up bio test 2day. im prayin my ass off tat i would get a A1. damn, hu the hell gave my teacher the rite not to teach much yet still set tis kind of imba papers?

tis got me thinkin. y the hell r they tryin 2 get us 2 learn stuff we dun wanna noe? from wad i noe, chyi yan n lionel r the ONLY 1s interested in bio. n tats juz cause they wanna learn about lube n stuff. but dude, has moe tot bout those of us hu aint interested in sex theory?
damn.

majorly blew up the drama thingy 2. chiobu, jiale n me juz spammed lotsa crap on stage, with 0 preparation n 0 shame. still, its kinda kool. at least we were convincin lol.

suddenly lotsa actin stuff comin up. 2mr we got tis interclass drama performance comptition.
GO 2F.
n yeah, im part of the cast :D
now no 1 can say i dun love my class lol

the rest...
dun wna talk bout it.
so tats all 4 2day :D

2008-04-27T18:36:00.001+08:00

lol, seems every1's kinda hyper during the weekends :D

Tags it is then,
wy: Yeah, i totally agree with u lol. besides the niao n imba n wadever, my vulgarities n ankle sock stuuf also influenced by track seniors 1. n look at the new sec 1 ppl, 4 monthes all start sayin vulgarities liao -.-" i guess tats the way things work lol. n im not fallin sick. dude, im already sick (c the diff?). u wna noe wad na bu is? try tis. say the these things in following order: my name, n nabu. if u dun geddit, by then.......u juz aint gettin it :D n btw, which morning u talkin about eh? a lot of mornings i damn pissed lol
the nike shoe bag/box: LOL its the nike shoe bag meh? l8r i go search lyrics n post the vid here :D
sengya: ty dude. i go dl now
Bo: big deal la...zzzz btw, i post the link 2 the ns skin i saw here. u go preview then dl. got tech probs ask me
take my hand: eh...y the big reaction may i ask? XD (i fking sound like my math teacher lol) n no, i dun even noe hu justina is, so flirtin's out of the equation (n dude, i dun do flirtin. u got qn 4 tat). its juz....um....c the previous post. the dude doin yoga is my fren lionel. me n another looked at his inbox when he was doin .....smth n there were at least 20 msgs (continuous) , all from justina (lol). so we asked him hu was she, n yeah, he told us she was some ny tennis gal n dint wna say anything more. so u c, i juz asked out of curiousity :D
lihui: ns caps lol. btw i wna ask u tis 4 a long time. hows ruixuan n the other folks in nan hua? u guys doin alrite over there?

okok. i dun wanna admit tis, but jay-z's roc boy (2nd single from his new album) is seriously infectious n im kinda hooked on it. though ive always loved rap/hip-hop, ive nvr really heard any jay-z song cept those on the co.album with linkin park (collision course).
actually, i 1st heard roc boys on radio, n though i cant decipher any sht he was sayin, the trumpet BG sounded gd, so i dled it onto my mp n u noe, tats how all of tis happened.

if u juz hear the track blastin from some random stereo, u wont notice tat the track a, in fact, features cassie, beyonce n even kanye west (omfg, i dint noe tis either, till i wiki-ed it)
so....
hear it out 4 urselfs
heres the vid:

Due to the imba lagginess of my com, i cant post the lyrics n stuff here, so go find them out 4 urself, (if ur interested 2 clarify his randomness)

man, wads the dudes obsession with nike shoe boxes anyway? sure, i keep them too, but if im writing a song, duh i wont think of them. damn, i guess ppl r diff, huh?

Mugged bio all day FTW 2mr. suddenly the shts pretty easy :D not bad.....still, im doin all tis so tat i'll get lotsa A1/A2 n pops will finally bust a whole in his wallet n get me a new com :D

o ya, bo, heres the ns skin i found. i kinda suits u, i guess. n the image's friggin awesome. go check it out, yeah. n apply the skin 2 ur blog. (press back n dl the skin from the "blogger main" link)
here
and here

lan on wed, everybody. right away after csm :D

another thing is, DUN even try to make me read the emb. i havent read it since last dec, n im plannin 2 keep it tat way :D
n ppl, go listen 2 tis track by fort minor 2. its called 'the hard way'. man, i can totally relate 2 it. creds 2 jisle 4 remindin me tat it exsisted (it was in my mp 4 dunno how long, n i nvr bothered 2 hear the whole thing once)

tat all :D

"From the murkey depths, i cum"
-- jia hao
zzz dude, tat aint funny. stop gettin influenced by all tat part-porn manga u love.

2008-04-25T21:54:00.001+08:00

Training FTW

tags ( -.-" jiale n ppl pls tag leh)

libo: got watch la zzz. wad i mean is, watch the whole thing, be4 talkin cock
lihui: aw rite dude. i bow down to ur royal guai-ness

eh if u wanna niao lionel bout smth, save the pic in the previous post n put as ur msn dp :D make our canoe dude pissed lol

2day was, lets put it tis way, dramatic. cause i got framed, boxed, shocked, niao-ed, measure-spine-ed, pissed, pumped n lated.
(the last 1 is, well, kinda difficult 2 express, so lated will do i guess)

all in a day's work ftw

1st off, lessons were pretty much the slack sht it is.

PCME for the 1st period. (dun ask me wad PCME means, cause i dunno either) its juz some random target setting sht. seriously, do u need a damn worksheet 2 help u set goals? tats kinda screwed imo

sposed 2 b math 2nd lesson, but ms wun was.....not there? mr yeo (YO) came in n 'relieved' us. but i guess we were relieved but he wasnt. the class kept screamin till the next door teacher came over n asked 4 names of ppl who shouted. when chiobu dint wna name anyone (cause he was shoutin too lol) tat was when the teacher look at me n said," hes one of them" WTF??? i was playin pokemon on handphone (lol) n dint even say sht! goddamn it. jiale tried 2 protest 4 me but obviously no use. wtfwtf trouble again ftw

recess after, where i ku-soed rehad into "they tried to make me go to recess but i said, no no no. damn i hate recess n i hate its ass, so no no no. i aint got the time, n if my cells say im fine, they try to make me go to rehab but i said no no no" tats so far ive got lol. me, jiale n wan kit sang the sht n lol-ed the folks :D Then ben started hoggin the com with his multiple facebk accounts :( (dude, get a life! stop playin facebk games ftw)

lit turned out to b helluva ride. SURPRISE TEST FTW. OMFG GG. mrs raj gave some weird reason about us being clever n prepared n sht (WHICH IM NOT!!!!) n told us to finish the test in 40 mins. holy sht dude, i dint even dream there was gna b a test 2day. major panic-ation assured. but still, i managed to churn out 3 pages of sht (which imo is relevant, but otherwise random n meaningless)

rite now im prayin, u c. cause i need all my subjects 2 b A1/A2 so tat pops would buy a new com 4 me :D n i cant let lit screw my ass up

*pray* *pray* *incoherent muttering*

art l8r. not much sht done cause we took half the lesson 2 go from class room to art block (lol)

health checkup at around 12. damn retarded sht. they wna check our spines -.-" turn out mines pretty normal, so no biggie.

the gd thing though, was tat i hid chiobu's shoes :D (but he found them l8r anyways..), plus me, hanxin, jiale, n the folks walked damn slowly back 2 class, n cut away 20 mins of bio :D PWNED

ate lunch with lionel n folks, slacked in class after tat. at around 2.40, i went trainin, where i threw like a pro n discovered the secret to not being gaik (RAWR)

chen-talk n pumping after training. total sht, n it fkin made me miss guitar......sons of biches

now helpin bo with his blog -.-"
2 much 2 do
2 lil time
if any1 sees any gd skins pls intro 2 him :D

no quotes 2day. dammit

2008-04-24T17:34:00.000+08:00

I have 2 say tis man.
2days a great day :D

Tags first anyways

lihui: u very guai meh? XD sry cant tell u wads m*ts though. its juz...kinda offensive la.
libo: dude, watch finish then say can? -.-"

tis few days r all pretty gd, cept 4 the test anxiety thingy. Chinese n eng test 2day, both r ok, i guess. But accordin 2 jiale n lionel, the chinese paper was DAMN hard -.-" (c la, hu ask u nvr study). so i went down 2 canteen with them n ate some stuff to help them get over the depression. Normally i wont eat during recess cause havin 4 meals a day aint really my thing, plus its kinda waste of money lol. But mus have yi4 qi4 rite? help fren most important XD

eng paper was some pretty confusin sht, but still do-able. Not much, really.

Now 4 the long anticipated sht.....

lionel doin yoga. IN CLASS ftw

totally retarded lol

seriously, lionel nvr fails to surprise me. well, i guess tats the way he is, yeah?

More random sht

chiobu in pe pants lol

n no, he isnt showin off his legs :D

pocari sweat FTW

my fav drink :D

"Now talking's juz a waste of breath, n living's juz a waste of death. so y put the address on the same old loneliness, now its juz u n me, n me n u, till we've got nth left"

-- Get Busy Living Or Get Busy Dying, Fall Out Boy, FUTCT

dramatic ending lol

2008-04-21T21:48:00.000+08:00

Another crazy sht of a day :D not tat tats bad, but....
tags first:
wy: well, yeah. its kinda vivid cause tats when i told myself, "dude, is my name (or lack thereof) so funny?". i got my answer now lol. seeing how my seniors all used to call me gunyi-na-bu.... XD
lihui: with all tat steriod talk, i tot STM is sexually transmitted mittens or smth. n dun ask me wad a mitten is. cause i dun noe lol. eh, skinnies......highly controversial topic XD imo only m*ts/gals/piakias wear them. n i dunno but, the gangsters in the lan near my house always wear skinny 1. so like, when i think of skinnies, i think of how pathetic gangsters r. i mean, they'r juz a bunch of sad assholes, ya noe.
Qn: Chill. be zai. get a coke. im juz jokin la. zzz n btw, the vid was juz a trailer (preview) of the real movie, so go check out the real thing sometime. (said 2 b up next month or so)

heck, its the exams n i dun even noe it. Lets describe my situation poetically.
A hurricane of exam papers hit gunyi squarely in the chest. he let out an painful grunt n fell back, shouting incoherently. a pile of scripts suddenly gathered themselves into a blade. with a estranged cry, the blade fell like a cyclone n pierced gunyi's crumpled form. Drained of vitality, the dude swore n screamed his lungs out (including the air sacs) n fell.
*Our allied champion has fallen*
smthing got over me i guess. tats basically my situation in a nutshell. cept 4 the part about the air sacs, its pretty poetic imo :D
life hasnt turned out quite the way i wanted it 2 be. damn those sons of biches. time 2 do sm real revision n say my prayers. (sounds like attendin a mcr interview lol, cause u noe gerad way will scream his head off at the 1st wrong ques u ask him)

so long, n gd luck 2 u folks out there tryin 2 get past ur exams 2 :D

"I dun feel any shame, i wont apologise,

when there is no where u can go......

running away from pain when uve been victimised,

tales of another broken HOME"
-- Green day, final verses of Jesus of Suburbia.
tat kinda describes me really.
I
WANT
OUT

2008-04-20T16:12:00.000+08:00

Taggggggggs
Libo: gd idea u got there.....n 2day's already sunday -.-" so no lan on sat i guess. next time u wanna go CALL/SMS pls zzz
wy: squealing around n laughin at how weird 'gunyi' sounds? -.-"
Qn: ehhhhh, since when u become gay? u can go elton john's blog n type wadever sht u have 4 guys. dun do tat here pls, ty :D
Lihui: wads STM eh? n ok....thanks 4 the tracks :D DotA IS fun -.-" nvm

4 some reasons, im now addicted to Gundam SEED OST songs. eg. invoke/realise/pride. they're techno-ish but not tat crazy. Plus the vocals r gd :D
rite now sx's sms-bomabarding me with dota ques. dude, go read the forums la. all mech stuff is there :D

Major basketball-ing these few days. Its kinda sad, really. all the kids i grew up playin bball with now all become pai kia liao. all smoke n waer skinnies, then whole day cb tis cb tat. seriously sad lah. T.T
its like my house there the court no future liao. all the old players either moved or go army (yeah, including banana) n theres no new players coming down 2 play. so quite sian la :(

dun feel like writing lol.
sian. i change blog song la.

"Viva De Crusteansans"
-- the crab dude from sherman's lagoon (forgot his name :( )
go figure out wad it means :D

2008-04-18T22:06:00.000+08:00

a post a day keeps the sian-ness away. or so they say.
i guess im really tat bored, huh?

Tags first:
take my hand: yeah, duh i noe who u r -.-" no prob 4 the link though :D wanyue's really ur classmate? Dude, the only stuff i really noe bout her is tat she's got tis thing bout my name. Come to think of it though, every1 has smth 2 say bout "Gunyi".... -.-" o well. guess tats how things work lol. er....the 'he' ur talkin bout is qn rite? hes like tat 1 la.....always gettin smotional over the other gender group of the human race. :D
n o yeah, NS TO METCHA TOOOOOOO
lol
sengya: dude, u were the 1 who wanted me 2 reply to ur topic xia -.-" n wad the mod said was rite wad....i mean, less emphasis on the boobs is better imo. yeah, well, the second vid was expertly produced n all....plus it PWNS :D hu cares bout the realism?

damn.....another long day's come n passed. suddenly everything comes in the form of blurry images. 1 sec im dozing off in class, another sec im in the art studio, bustin my ass tryin 2 draw zing's square face. and no, i dint choose tis bizarre life. am i breakin down again or wad?
trainin n guitar passes in a flash, n turned out tat 1 of the gals in my guitar class was actually a J1 senior (lol). chatted a bit with her n went home. Dinner majorly sucked. n now im in front of my com, tryin desparately to download GUNDAM SEED OST songs. btw any1 got mcr songs pls send me!!! i accidentally deleted mine -.-"

seriously, ive been doin a lot of soul searchin tis couple of days. It seems tat the meaning of life is really SUPER simple.

contentment + gd skillz in smth (anything) = meaningful life.

well, its true, really. i aint tryin 2 b ur spiritual leader or smth. juz tryin 2 cred myself on solving smth which philosophers have been debating since micheal jackson lost his nose. or mayb longer.

tats all 4 2day folks.
so long XD

"Wanna ride my buring spear?"
-- Huskar, the Sacred Warrior
tis 1s pretty disgustin. disgustin, but funny :D

2008-04-17T18:22:00.001+08:00

O YEAH BABY
chinese common test OVER
longdeeplongdeeplongdeep breath.
damn. tat felt gd :D

Now 4 the tags.....:
Sengya: uh....maintenance, u arse. Mayb i'll post in ur topic if its still on the front page :D but im guessing its still there, o well, u noe, spam/flaming makes all threads famous -.-"
Lihui: um, will create LJ if i have time :D eh...they say teenage gals all have extremely short term memories -.-" looks like tats 1 statistic NOT made up on the spot. And yeah. steriods will rot ur vagina/cock depending on which 1 u have. u can try tat lol. if u have the time.
Libo: lol wa kao means wa fk u noe? u also dun b so open lol
Lihui: Yeah, tat counted very open :D
Libo: Well, u gotta put some space in btwn ur words...imo

Great day 2day :D nth much cept common test. its the decimation of the test tat makes the day great, really. besides tat, its the same old sht, with me (lionel-angelo), jiale (lionel-gras) and lionel making fun of everything during lessons (lol). n yeah, we've decided to adpot cheem names....by adding the ending letters of weird ancient dudes' names to lionel. eg, michealangelo --> lionel+angelo. tats how it works. kool huh? -.-"

csm next next thurs. everyone hit LAn afterwards pls. Man, do i hate it when ppl start talkin bout how gd they are at dota in front of me.....esp. when they get their knickers in a twist during a real game. (new vocab :D)

other thing is, suddenly i got into tis whole jay chou fever. induced by jiale/lionel...as usu. if u listen to FA RU XUE carefully, u'll hear yao ming yu's (chiobu) name mentioned at around the 1:35 min and 3:23 min. seriously, tats wad jay chou says. lol now even celebs want a piece of yao ming :D dude, talk bout being popular.....n yeah, i guess yao ming yu kinda sounds like mei nu when pronunced fast
lol

n yeah, i totally agree tat wo bu pei is ns :D

btw, 4 those who dunno dota, u HAVE to c tis vid. cause tats wad dota's all about:

FUN
~~will add all the final hours vid later :D~~
here:

"Fear the Fury of the Forest Fawn"
-- Aiutsha the enchantress.
Note the flawless (lame) aliteration :D