What shall I do with my life?

I really have no clue what to do.

It is obvious to me that I have to face my fears. Like malay. But the thought of it just makes me want to sulk. Its like a natural nervous response to avoid my fears then to face them. I'm not making sense. Ah freak.

If only anyone cared.

Its the time of the month.

Damn straight it is.

I are supa phail. Planned to study over the weekend, failed. I attempted the King's Gauntlet, failed at the last level. I wanted to buy/sell shirts from Msia, too risky, chickened out coz the capital I was gonna use was not my own. Oh well... Another thing I might fail -> End of Years Exams. At least its not Os. But if it were, I'll really, seriously, study. IMO, its fail attempt at educating young minds, you let them neglect a very important aspect in the pursuit of knowledge, which would be sitting down and study. Oh wells. "You are responsible for your own future". Damn straight that is, so let me do whatever the blank I want. FINGER TO YOU!

I wanted to buy a shirt that said "Je suis ton pere" and had a lightsaber below it. Super Epic. But no size. Oh well...

I totally forgot the main purpose of writing this post. Ranting is probably over. This isn't a rant. This. Is. SPARTAAAAAA!!!!

...and you're such a dolt.

The Burn Book

Regina George, She is the nastiest skank blank I have ever met. Do not trust her, she is a fugly blank.

Uh huh. Censor that blank!

This burn book concept has always amazed me. Its the best way to relieve your blanking urges. It will be gone once inked, so hope the words printed won't be spread. Just hope, for that's all you can hope for.

"4 for you Glen Coco, You go Glen Coco"

YOU GO GLEN COCO!!!

Well obviously, an idea always sprouts when an insane form of inspiration presents itself to a unusual bunch of kids in this weird education system that subconsciously encourages NTG
motions. So what we thought of, or I thought of (they told me to take responsibilty of your ideas, for there are people out there waiting to steal them. Loudspeaker. Just random. Or is it?), was that we made a skit of every single person in 09v13, for we are all unique and have each impacted on us, however little it may be. You can think of our class as a monopolistic competition, whereby small firms each have a small percentage of market share, hence some market power. Firms can either collude or compete, where most of the time, we collude due to our similarities in potential to gain profits (marks, I'm just saying we all suck). In a political sense, we can see each individual as a party, where each of us have our own ideologies and goals we wish to attain. We have the choice to join up with other parties and compromise to strive for a main goal, to make a difference to others. I lost myself.

I have had ideas for some indies so far. However, I feel that this burn book might cause more harm then fun, although our motto is "Think first do later". When you play with fire, you get burned. I feel no fear I feel no pain. Test my patience or I will test yours. By law of conservation of energy, and by Newtons n(th) law, for every action there is a reaction, and I am that reaction that will resist your action. Make sense? I never do, so I've been told.

The Abdullah scene.

He walks towards a person, looking eager as ever with a pack of cards in his hands. He does a cool thing that bends the cards, other than looking cool its practically useless.

"Wanna see a magic trick?"
"What?" replies the other student, appearing as though he doesn't care, although he tries to hide a smirk that implies that he can see the future. He probably expects A to fail.
"Pick a card, any card!" Friend then picks a card, looks at it, then waits for the next instruction
"Okay, put it anywhere in the deck" Friends puts it randomly.
"Now I will attempt to find your card" A shuffles through the deck. He hesitates a little, then realises something.
"Uh dude, I got STM ah, I forgot what I was supposed to find."
"WHAT? Phail lah you" Friend walks off, takes the soccer ball and attempts to juggle.
"Oh issit the 2 of Clubs?"
"No. Haha phail lah you."

Next situation: Class setting

Its physics lesson, Ma'am is gonna give out the physics assignment back.
"Your class did generally well for this assignment, no fails, good improvement, I'm very surprised."
"Ma'am, got anyone fail?"
"No, in fact, there is one person in this class who got full marks"
"Huh? Who? Tell leh Ma'am"
"OK... the person who got full marks is actually... *pauses*... Abdullah"

2 seconds of silence.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH"
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
Person on my right takes a breather.
Person across me just got it, he bursts out laughing, joining the harmony of laughter.
"What? Walau you all damn bad sia"
"HAHA *wheezes* *silent laughter* *audible laughter*"
Teacher gives the wth smile "Whats so funny?"

It's Been A Long While

Since I updated my blog, which no one ever reads.

EoYs coming up in a few weeks time. Not prepared yet. SIP due soon too, not done with that either. CI needs to be submitted soon, about to finish that. I guess time's running out.

I haven't been going for band lately, I just keep telling myself that I'm tired and sleeping is definitely a better option. But maybe this just shows I've lost passion. Maybe I never had the passion in the first place. Everytime I go for band, I hope to learn something new. I've always wanted to be able to play the drums and mallets with ease, but I still suck. Its probably just not my thing. Learning the drums is still in my checklist though. It's just band, don't like the environment, keep letting people down.

Unchecked Checklist (not in any particular order):
1. Learn Drums. Its all by feel. Put that feel in Rhythm and you got yourself a drummer.
2. Do Magic. I have horrible presentation. I don't have that magical touch
3. Find out who I am

Thats a pathetic checklist. I blame STM.

I realised that talking cock actually affects people. I tend to blabber on about stupid stuff and my flawed philosophy stuff that floats around in my head, and a few days ago, that blabbering actually was absorbed by my sis. Maybe I really DO make sense. WOW. Whatever lol.

BANG BANG BOOM BAM!

Need to write censorship song soon. Any ideas oh empty audience? What do I hear back there in the corner seat? "Mental Block" I hear. You know..... the censoring of the subconscious? Haha. Shall ponder about it.

SOCIAL EXPERIMENT! I don't really know whether its really a social experiment.... Anyways, all you have to do is ask your friend what he/she is thinking about when he/she stones. You know.... looks at a distance, phases out, ignores you, says huh when you talk to him/her. That person will then tell you what he/she was thinking about, then you ask a follow up question, "Why are you thinking about that?". That person will then give some weird link up, and that shows the level of thought/maturity of that person at that point in time. One good way to find out more about a person, is to tap into their subconscious, consciously of course. Unless you're Leonardo DiCaprio, or Ellen Page in Inception.

Boom takataka, boom tst kak boom, boom takataka, boom tsk kak taka, Shing!

[H]oly [B]abi [L]ah

This is shit. I wrote this down in brown ink on a piece of white paper. I wrote it down because I kept saying it in my head, and the only way to get rid of it, was to write it out. The best thing to do when you get a fairly significant thought in your head is to write it down. But writing 'fuck' isn't too nice sometimes, and muttering it under your breath is good enough. As I write this post, I'm aware that I have less then 10 hours before I leave for Malaysia for 3 days, and that I have to comment on a political cartoon, type an essay and a SIP proposal. It doesn't look good.

Every time I think of doing work, I lie down and sleep. Its a habit. And if I tell myself that I should get up and do work, I would think "I won't be able to do it, don't bother". Well people might just say I'm lazy. Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. I don't like doing something if I don't see the point of it, it doesn't make sense, or if I know I have no clue how the end product would be like if I did not refer to anyone else's work. If I know my work won't be of quality or won't be different, I'd rather just copy. But this is obviously bad. I use flawed logic.

1. There is work to be done, its MCQ or Short-answer questions
2. Other people have done it. Reliable sources available.
3. Obvious opportunity presents itself. Use their answers.
4. Use their answers.

BUT WHY?

Because:
1. You are given the choice to use your own brain, or use the products of someone else's brain. (crude phrasing)
2. Waste time doing it on your own, where the opportunity cost is using the time to sleep, watch tv or E-lepak (slack online). Technology does wonders. And so does Ctrl+C and Ctrl+V
3. Fail or Pass with flying colours. I think the latter will suffice.

Don't copy its bad. (This is a half truth)

Ok I have now relieved my tension. Bye.

Test Run

My blog is dead. I can infer that my soul had died. It has been revived. Thank you MLIA. Dam you Red Bull. I will sue you if I get diabetes.

Anywho, the point of this post is to start on my proposed project on writing a story about my beloved class, 09v13. Be-loved. Interpret. Also take note that the main point of each and every post on this blog is primarily to waste your (the consumer) time and for me (the producer) to enjoy all benefits (e.g. Laughing at the idi... lovely & awesome people who read my blog)

Let's start.

Uniquely OneThree. Chapter One: The Beginning

It all started when 24 students from various different school were gathered together in one class on one fateful day. I don't remember when that fateful day was, as I have STM. However, I do remember that it was the day where each of the 24 people were to have a turn, or rather a twist in their life. It was our individual decisions that brought us here, together, but it was a greater being that got 24 of the most crazy and partly awesome (in our own way) people into one class, one political entity. The second part is an example of how awesome we are. I'm not quite sure what a political entity is, unfortunately. This is probably because I forgot to pay attention during Lang Arts class. Anyways I never understood our teacher's Chimology which she conveniently did not explain and instead let us wonder what the hell she was talking about. Sometimes small scraps of paper, which for some REALLY strange reason got a teacher pissed when I wrote notes on them, really help me understand the topic and get my juices flowing. By juices I mean saliva. Thankfully many of the people in the class sleep during lessons, and one very awesome and unique fella donates packets of tissue to those in need.

I have really no idea how I got from humble beginnings to drooling. Therefore, thus, hence, henceforth, in conclusion, I'm starting a new paragraph.

My class, 09v13, is an extremely awesome class. However, our definition of awesome might differ from your definition. We use a totally different dictionary. Our awesome is actually not awesome, its average. (I <3 MLIA). Well one very philosophical monkey once said, "If everything is right, nothing is left". Digest that. How I interpret that very simple quote is that 'There is no such thing as perfect, no such thing as being happy and awesome all the time, no such thing as being high forever. Because if everything is right, nothing is left for us to ponder over, to feel guilty about, to change for the better, to share our hardships.' A very inspirational speaker once said, as he quotes from another source, "When 2 or more people go through the same life-threatening, fearful and scariest moment of their lives together, they develop a close bond that no one can break." (It goes along the lines of that, I hope you get what I mean. I really hope so.)

This class has gone through many phases or 'eras' as I like to call it, but we have pulled through them and.... probably did something that made us change for the better. We have lost trusts, gained stronger friendships and gone through life changing moments, for some. But I have to say, I really am proud of 09v13, so far. Actually I'm more of amazed then proud. I don't think being proud of this class is a good thing, seeing our ever so slightly improving results. Well more will come in the next chapter, which would probably be about how awesome a certain group of radical "terrorists" who basically wreak terror to themselves and provide entertainment to others.

Au revoir!
(Tag and maybe donate some moolah!)

Huh? What?

I juz realised how weird my previous post was. But I have no recollection of what happened during the time of posting.

Anywho, I'm so screwed this March Hols. "Busy"

There's a resemblance between Psychiatrist - Peter (Forgetting Sarah Marshall) and Empire State of Mind (Jay-Z feat. Alicia Keys)

Just my $0.02

Be Gone.

Away with you.
I wanna be free.
But wait, I am.
Or am I?

No one is ever free.

Free.

I hate mosquitoes.
Toe-mae-toe


EXAMS ENDED!
But nothing has changed. It has become worse actually.

Economics 101

I love Econs. The theories are so practical.

"How so?" You ask.

For example, I can say that the Economic theories of Division of Labour and Specialisation can be applied in our everyday life.

Let 'our everyday life' = School

This means that the producers would be the students, and the consumers also the students
(Consumers & Producers = Students)

Division of Labour: When labour is divided, there will be more production. In this context, the product could be homework, money, or a skill. So the students, the consumers, would want to "buy" or get the products. In this case, every student would have something to specialise in, so that the production is more efficient.

Specialisation: This is important as when labour is divided, each worker would produce more efficiently when they have mastered their job. So the students in this case would be the producers, who specialise in a certain production of goods that the consumers, also the students, would want to "buy".

Example: If student A always does his homework early, he can be considered a producer of homework. This means that if only him, or maybe a group of students do their homework, the other students can "buy" or get the homework, in exchange for something. Since money is not a medium of trade, normally skills are 'traded'. Student B is good at playing the guitar, so in exchange for homework, he agreed on teaching Student A how to play the guitar. Productivity is increased as only the "masters of the production" do the specialised labour. The homework producer does not have to learn the guitar himself, and same for the guitar player. Everyone is happy.

Simple enough? To further understand this concept, I shall give another example, this time we are gonna discuss about an economy, or class, without division of labour.

Example: Student A needs to learn the guitar by tomorrow, as he wants to serenade his girlfriend. Student B needs to finish his homework, coz obviously he did not do it. Student A tries to learn the guitar himself and Student B tries to do the homework himself.
Result: Both students do not get the job done by the dateline. Productivity is low.

Example: Student C is a multi-skilled student. He is able to play the guitar and do homework himself. However he is not a master in any of the skills. If he does the same work as Students A & B, he will take twice the time to finish each of the jobs. Thus if Student A takes 1 day to do the homework, and same for Student B, Student C will take a total of 4 days to finish both jobs. If Students A & B can help him finish those tasks, he can finish the tasks in 1 or 2 days. Productivity is low if there is no specialisation, where one worker has to do 2 jobs instead of mastering 1.

Capishe?

I am Student C unfortunately and no work is done. I will enlighten you about how Economics can explain the existence of religion. I'm open minded. Don't kill me. Please. You know you'll miss me.

subliminal messages

Nooooo wayyyyy... this totally freaked me out.

Lately I have been saying "hilarious" and sometimes "anywho" and I juz realised that those words were used in HIMYM's episode of Jenkins. NOOOOO WAYYYYYY

Coincidence, I think NOT.

And by the way, MF (moneyface, not whatever you're thinking it might actually mean) used the word 'anal' in a sentence. Its weird how words that you juz learned will come up quite often in conversations. The power of 3, probably.

You should really TOTALLY ignore this post and just read the one below it. I mean totally.

Where do we go from here?

We go to dreamland. That's where we go. Be free we shall, to roam around the vast plains in our minds. Our imagination shall run wild as we be lucid, in our dreams. Enjoying the world where there isn't any limitations to what we can do. Gravity will not control us. Time will not limit us. Homework shall burn in our made-up fires. Homework shall burn in our made-up fires. I said that twice..... Dejavu shall not happen anymore coz I'm sick and tired of going to that forbidden lake where crocs live. Crocs as in crocodiles, not the hideous footwear. Hopefully I won't get stuck in a dream. Or get an out of body experience or whatever its called. That will suck. I don't think I sleep very gracefully.

Anywho, I hope you actually read that paragraph coz its not as boring as my previous posts. Like seriously.

Iuh naiq. Brackelackkin. RevEtuc. CARBOXY! That made no sense.

(Insert Fun time here)
"Do I make sense?"
"Well if you did, Suitnoreg would be running to you and he'll be your best friend for life"
"Good point"

I've always wondered what others thought of me, and what will happen if I die. Would be dearly missed? Or would the people around me triumph as though they have killed a mosquito. I would be really happy if i killed a mosquito, but that's besides the point.

Well I'm juz worried about my blog and my mousehunt. Right... They're just a bunch of time wasters.

Right. I went to macs just now. Ordered a double cheese burger meal + vanilla ice cream. When I got my Ice Lemon Tea, the small boy beside me tried to take it, thinking it was his. I put my hand there to resist his strong pull. lol. You should have seen his ps face. Awww... Ok then, a girl in a McCafe uniform (Is she called a worker or cashier or waiter or what?) went to grab the vanilla ice cream. First try. Fail. She looked behind, wondering if anyone saw what happened. No one did, except me. But she didn't know. Muahaha. She smiled as she threw the cone away. She's a newbie. She got a better vanilla cone and handed it to me. AND THEN, she passed me 2 carrier bags, which contained my burger and ice lemon tea which was not taken by that evil kenevil boy. I tried to raise my eyebrow. I couldn't obviously. HAHA. I asked for my Medium Fries. She was like "what?" and was dam blur. The veteran/old cashier told her, "The meal got Medium Fries lah, go take the fries". And she was like, "oh..."
That juz made my day.

WAIT, there's more!

As I walked back home, there was one cute boy running past me. He was running towards the play ground. His mom told him to stop running and come back. But noooooooooooooo... he was a naughty little boy and went to the slide to... slide? Yea whatever. So yea he had his share of fun when he realised, "Where's my mum?" (I inferred this was what he was thinking, but if I could mind read, I could confirm this. Unfortunately I don't so what the hell) Ok so that was what was in his mind. Instead he shouted "MA?!?!?!?!?!?!?!" and looked around, wondering where his mum went. Awwww so cute, but HAHA he deserved it. He ran around looking for his mum. He was scared. I was overjoyed. I dunno what happened after that, coz if I hung around to find out, he might find his mum and my happiness would be short lived.

Again, I hope you guys read that coz its not boring at all.

WAIT THERE'S MORE!

What do the w.... OUCH FOOT CRAMP

Ok back to the point. And the cramp is gone.
What do the guys in white who come on the bus with the fancy beeping thingy when you place your ez link card on it, do?
I've always wondered. I thought it was to check if you tapped your card. But I didn't tap my card and instead payed cash. But he still asked for my card. So I can deduce that he doesn't check if you tapped your card? I'm confused. My card beeped the same as the other peoples' card. Weird. Maybe his machine thingy juz beeps when it sees your ez link card photo. Je ne sais pas.

WAIT THERE'S MORE!
I think I got praised/commended by my imba drummer senior. I was overjoyed.

Ok thats all. Tag please.

Ah shit. Thoughtful. Thoughtful.

No I'm not Si hui. But I need to be more aware of other people's feelings. Why hurt their feelings when you know you would be hurt if they did the same to you. It is not logical.

Sorry if I hurt anyone's feelings coz of my own selfish greed for lousy entertainment. However, if you do not mind the various "suans" throwed at you, then ENJOY WE SHALL! Muahaha to the person who sits beside me during class. (This paragraph was put in to break the seriousness. This blog needs its dose of retardedness)

Well on a side note,
I hate my STM
Short Term Memory
I need more RAM
I lost my running shoes.
I lost my Ipod Shuffle USB cable
I have no clue where they went.
None whatsoever
Darn my memory.

So Not Lame

It was So Not Lame.

It was freaking hilarious.

Needless to say, IP owned the JCs. Maybe I'm just biased. Maybe I'm not. "This can be supported by the fact that the IP skit earned a thunderous applause by the audience which was very contrasting to the pitiful applause for the other skits." Well it sounds biased, but it was true. Hysterical laughter accompanied the never ending applause as the taichi master did his thing while enlightening the prince. See me Tai Chi. The epicness. Certainly, the ERP beep at the end of the scene was the cherry on top of a wonderful sundae, or friday. Local context is the way to go. Well done IP, well done Caleb.

Well performances like this is one of the main causes why there is rivalry between JC and IP. And I'm not helping this situation. But we can't help it if we're naturally AWESOME. (-.-)

However, VJC encourages us to be Outstanding, Outperforming and Out having fun, and I feel that the jaysees and the aipis fulfill these 3 Os, but we do it differently. Jaysees earned their spot in this wonderful lycee, studying for 4 years to do one examination for each subject that will decide your fate, your future. And when their efforts paid off, they have to drop many of the skills they have learned and start over, on a new examination. Well what I learned in Econs is applicable, to increase productivity, a worker should be specialised in his work, which is done by repeating the same action over and over again, for at least a thousand times. And when you quit that job? Good luck doing a new action repetitively for another thousand times. Gotta love Econs.

Well anyways, this makes jaysees Outstanding and Outperforming in a sense that they don't have a classroom to stand or perform in, thus they have to go OUT to stand and perform. The lameness is infectious. Dam you Mas Selamat. Nah... They are outstanding and outperforming in their studies and their CCAs. Aipees on the other hand, are experts in the Out having fun part. We just do it so excellently, we could get Nobel prizes for being extremely fun. I mean seriously.

Well anyways... Homework is for losers. It should be abolished. Like seriously.

Finally................ my everywhere is aching. And I really should start practicing my skills before performing them in public. I just screw up too often. I have to stop.

P.S. Freudian slips are cool. Character analysis is cool but I just made it up. Lucid dreaming is scary, but I can't dream when I'm tired. I juz "sleep dead". Juggling is meh, don't see what so cool. Magic... is awesome. Misdirection is too. Memory is something I lack.

P.S.S. No fun time today

P.I.S.S is piss. Its not peace. Peace is peace. Piss is piss. There's a difference.

P.I.S.S.E.D I am, at some people.

I almost forgot!

Darn the torpedoes. And my STM.

I forgot that I was supposed to post this, so dual post on this fateful Thursday.

Tessalation. The retardedness never ends.

:)

I juz had to.

Oh I started a dream Journal. I might start lucid dreaming soon. Adventures in DreamWorld shall be fulfilled when the time comes. I hope I don't get stuck in there. NO MORE CROCODILES UNDER THE CLASS SOFAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.

Now for somemore fun time.

(To the beat of the U-G-L-Y cheer)
K-I-S-S
You ain't a Bi, You ain't a Les
So Kiss my (S, S)
So kiss my (S, S)

Why?

Why must you blame others when an unfortunate event happens?
Why must you beat yourself up when you make a mistake?
Why must you bring up the past when we are talking about the now and the future?

Why must you?
You mustn't

Why should you?
You shouldn't

You should accept. Accept the situation. Accept whatever that has happened. Accept it even if it hurts to. Accept it you must.

Criticising another person's choices because it wasn't the right choice, is unfair. Extremely unfair. Why? Because we can't foresee the future. And mistakes are inevitable.

To err is human, to forgive is divine

The blame game is unnecessary. Its redundant. It leads to more problems. It a liability. Therefore, thus, hence, henceforth, in conclusion, Thou Shalt Not Blameth. Thou shalt Gareth. I mean Careth. Lame -.-

Yay! now for some fun time!

Don't be Anal.
Wtf is Anal?
You know... Jubo...
What? Like 'Don't be an @$#*73?
I do not comprehend
I still don't know what anal means
I think you're spelling it wrong
Apparently I'm not. It means "very particular"

Ad Lib

Ad libitum = at (one's) pleasure
[Insert horny smile here]

Ad lib = Spontaneous creation, Improvisation, Quick-witted invention

Ad lib lets you be free and random

Ad lib is a way of life

Ad Lib-ing or Improvisation is a great skill that would be worthwhile once mastered. It rarely fails you, unless you're an Epic Phailure, which in that case you should be at home mugging your ass off, no offense to anyone. Right... Anyways... Back to the point, Improvisation will get you out of those tight spots, if you know what I mean [insert horny smile here, again]. If your "well thought out" quick-wittiness is presented perfectly, you would get out of those darned sucky problematic situations with such ease, you would think you're on Highway 69. [Insert that darned smiley again]

Well Ad Lib is also a wonderful skill widely used by musicians during a solo in a musical piece, or while they are jamming. Musicality and creativity blossoms as musicians improvise solos and it truly brings out the full potential of a musician. The concept of being free to express himself would relax and open up his mind to the vast music-scape, if that even is a word. Its not. Never you mind.

Improvisation lets you be funny, naturally so to speak. Improvisation also makes you random, which may be a good thing. And improvisation also makes you seem more intelligent and confident. Good thing perhaps, unless you're afraid to ad lib in the first place. Well neverthemore. OMG NEVERMORE, NEVERTHELESS. ok nvm.



Remember the F word.
F-C-US

Focus.
It brings you further in life in a shorter amount of time.

Eff...
Efficiency is the key.
Its the key to make most out of your life.

Taking your time is a luxury that many people don't get to enjoy
Make full use of this luxury.
Enjoy.

Coin Incidence

There was this Coin incidence with Gerontius. Wait. If I continued with this, I'd be telling his life story. Better not. Bad Idea. Meh he is awesome. Gotta love that dude.

Coincidence... I think NOT! ~quote Mr Crocker from fairly oddparents (:

Coincidences happen as often as i fart
- Zhi Hong!

Coincidences mainly happen coincidentally
- Captain Obvious

Coincidences happen when you least expect them, which is a coincidence as if not, it is an expectation or a prediction that has been met, thus reducing chances of a paradox, although it wouldn't be a coincidence if its random, therefore there must have been a slight thought of the coincidence to happen, which would then make it not a coincidence, although in actual fact it is.
- Gaytothepoint?

Understand, you must.
-Yoda Jr.

To be continued when you least expect it.............

14Feb'10

Chinese New Year, Valentine's Day, Eve of Total Defense day.

Non-Chinese, Single, Not patriotic.

Funfair.

Act Cute when you're not cute makes me sick. HAHA Anonymous.

But if you're not acting...

Getting AngPao money when you're not Chinese is awesome. It juz makes you special.

Learning other cultures is cool too. You can see the simple differences that make you who you are. Japanese, Thai, Korean, Malay, Chinese.... So unique in culture.

One thing similar, our emotions, Facial expressions, Body language? Somehow when you converse in your own language to someone who doesn't understand, the message can still get across if you "describe" properly. I could "understand" certain stuff even though its in Chinese. Life is good.

Xiao Di, malais-ren, eh Boi, you (points index finger at me) -> My name when I was working. Funfair.


Coincidence? I think NOT!
Jinx! You owe me a drink.
Right... When the sky turns purple
The sky turns purple at like 7.
FINE, when the grass turns purple.
ORRRR... When the sky turns green!
GREEENNNN!!!
YELLOWWWWW!!!!
Omg shut up
F-O.

Pay Day.

Its the first time I earned money fairly. Fairly? Like without cheating. (:

My feet hurt. I have a blister on my Abnormally long 2nd toe.
Ouch. Owwww..........

Oh I got an Ang pow (I dunno how to spell it). YAYYYY...
Happy chinese new year....

Ok I feel like dying.
Some one likes to say that.

"I want wa-ter" (Djuang ke ai-ness)

:D

Had a nice day.
Hilarious day.
Nothing went wrong day.

How the day went:

-Went to school late, realised I forgot to bring tie, went to bandroom, my kind senior lent me a tie. YAY.
-Went for band to play for assembly, got to play Crash Cymbals, yay. Didn't really screw up. (:
-Chem practical. Had fun. Titrating. If that even is a word.
-CNY CELEBRATION = slacking. Much better than class. Saw Gladys do wushu. Where got imba.
-Went to class for jamming session. Improv is fun.
-Rushed to PP, ate at Banquet with my Halal buddy. 10 mins Rush n' go.
-Went to pray, in aircon room. Shiok.
-Met up with the guys again at Borders. Played cards, read Dora the Explorer pop up book, Alien Eyes book. What fun.
-Went bowling. WOOTS. Didn't win but had fun. Almost did a split when i fell down at the lane. But I got a few strikes. All in good fun.
-Walked to No Brainer's house. Stalkers. (:
-Got lost in the neighbourhood without her, met a nice angmoh kid who was cycling. Cute. PEDOPHILIA.
-Went the long way, finally got to the MRT and bought sushi. UNAGI. Nice. Hoboes.
-BOO-gis. Crashed juniors outing. They're so cool. Jealous. Ate at KFC to save money. (:
-Met up with juniors. THEY PANGSEH. But we made do with what we had left, had our own fun till they pangseh-ed us. But we read their minds. Reached the target location before them. SUCKAS
-Found the other juniors. JOKE. And had our fun with junior scandals. And stuff. Stargazing, Stalking... MUAHAHA
-Played cards, Slap the jack, magic tricks. Haha.
-Got a lift from a junior, and it was hilarious. Too bad i couldn't share the joy so i juz laughed alone. Retard. All in good fun. Hilarious. Dammmmmm epic end. And I slapped the jack again.

WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. -.-

I’ll be sin^2 and you can be cos^2 and then together, we’ll be 1. :D

-source: Afiys facebook post

The Blog Never Died. I Did.

One more chance, give me one more chance
'~.~.~.~'

Orange. Ora-nge you glad that you visited my blog? Well one thing is for sure, this blog isn't dead. No one murdered it. Its not malnutritioned. Its fed with crap. Yes. My blog likes crap.

Long day of school. Screwed up day. Not a good start, not a good middle, not a good end. However... the blue screen of death made my day. I love my spoiled laptop. But that just means I can't refer to my previous project. NOOOO!!!!!!! My laptop... I cried when it died. :'(

I want to take my medication. It makes me high. I made this blog when I was high. There is a difference when I'm high and when I'm low. The high me is awesome. The low me is awe-abit.

I bet you've heard the saying : Google is your friend. Well its definitely true. Friends help each other. Google has SAVED MY LIFE. Google should be like my best buddy. Bleh. Google is a nerd. Like a certain someone. No offense.Well anyways, I juz wanted to say that : iPod is your friend.
Why do I say that? Well its there for you in times of need. Its there for you when you're down, sad and depressed. Its there for you when you're lonely. Its there for you when you need to sleep. Its there for you when you suddenly feel the urge to be awesome, but we all are awesome in our own ways, your iPod juz makes you awesome-ER. OH OH, your iPod is there for you when you need to eavesdrop on a conversation but act as though you're enjoying KoL, who rox btw. Yea.

...Wait for it...

Wait for what?

...Wait....for... it....

Wait for what you retard?

PARAAAAAMOREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!! *hysterical screaming, occasional fainting*

You mean you juz made me wait for some para more thingy? Gawd.

SHUT UPPPPPPP

Well go get your shovel
And we'll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle
Go get your shovel
And we'll dig a deep hole
To bury the castle, bury the castle
Ba da ba ba da ba ba da
...

The Moon

LX made a link with the moon and one's personality. This is his theory.

"I would like someone to write on something to do with the moon and personalities. A true personality does not exist"

"Let say, you're like this at home or in school, you're 2 "different people", in different places its like the earth and the moon. What we see... is just the same side of the moon everyday"

That's coz the Moon is tidally locked to the Earth.

"However, there is more that exists behind the moon, but that does not really matter because you'll never see it"

Mmmhmmm...

"Likewise in personalities. As such, your "true" personality is your dominant personality.

"For example, lets say person A sees you as A, person B sees you as B. You are A to person A and B to person B. Therefore, personality A and personality B are your dominant personality towards that selected person. (I'm sure there's a grammatical error. Sounds weird)

"So, would it be true to say that if those 2 people met up and discussed about you, person A and person B would eventually get both sides of the story and learned that you have personality AB?"

BLOOD TYPE AB!

"That was random. As you all know,you are only seeing the surface of the moon you dunno whats inside just you can never know the true personality of a person you need to like, errr, destroy the moon to see everything."

(day 2, story continued)
"Lets take a nearer to home example:
A leaf. You want to measure the diameter micrometer screw gauge you crush the leaf. While measuring the diameter now is not the true diameter but the crushed diameter. Likewise, when you try to probe deeper into a person, you dig into the moon to discover whats inside and you will ultimately damage the moon, no matter what means you use the extent of digging you did. if you try to find out too much about a person you will alter the personality of the person."

"Will? You mean 'might' right?"

"No, its 'will'. If the person doesn't want to tell but you keep probing that makes the person drift further and further away till he finally breaks down and tell. But... even after you find out, the mental state of the person is altered. The person will never be the same again. Not really again, the person will not be the same as his previous self, so to speak. Subtle changes. Its like how you add one small drop into the 'river of information in a guys head' and the volume is changed, the composition changes. Of course... the personality of this person, so to speak... may be changed due to other external factors excluding those from you..."

Whoaaaa... TMTH! By using lousy inference and understanding skills, I can say that the best thing to do is "Don't mess with the Zohan". Ok random. I meant you should try not to raise the topic as it will change his personality. It will show his fake or unreal side. NO, the previous statement is false in this context. It shows another side of the moon that you don't see. A non dominant side of the person. A different phase of the moon? Je ne sais pas.

-Updated.

I'm sure LX meant that hypothetically of course. Interesting link... Now for some music

...
As if to say, as if to say
He doesn't like chocolate
He's born a liar, he'll die a liar
Some things will never be different
...

My Future.

Ever been asked Who do you wanna be when you grow up? and not knowing how to answer?
I have been in that situation at least 10 times before. I have never seriously thought of what I want to be when I'm older. Well now I'm trying to.

As a start, I listed out possible occupations I could think of. Doctor, Surgeon, Pilot, Banker, Lawyer, Teacher, Professional Gamer, IT person, Expert Slacker.
I could rule out Doctor/Surgeon coz I don't plan on studying hard for like 8 years and finally being a doctor, working with people who are sick and bloody. Furthermore, my hands shiver as though I have Parkinson's when I'm working under pressure. Pilot, I have acrophobia, and I do not wish to be accused as a terrorist who can fly planes into buildings, so that's a no. Banker, not something people wish to be, nor do I. Lawyer, HAH. Teacher, the worst job IMO, being a student an all, unless I can be a super cool (dun laugh) and well-liked teacher, highly unlikely. However... high paying job, and maybe if I had Tourette's syndrome and I became a teacher, I could make my life a success story, make a movie, and be awesome. But I'm already awesome. Right. PPPPPPPPPPRRRROOOOOfessional gamer, every new-age kid's dream, too bad my laptop kena virus. IT person, refer to previous sentence and infer. (If you can't infer coz you're retarded and coz I'm mean and evil, my laptop has been infected by a virus and I can't fix it, if I wish to be an IT person, I'll be able to do smth about the freaking laptop.) Expert slacker, I could say that I'm already an expert in this field, so I can't do the same thing in the future, so its not something I can become, coz I'm already an Expert Slacker.

Weren't you tired of reading that, I bet you didn't bother reading it and skipped to this paragraph. Most people would. But then again, most people won't go to my blog. So.... I shall give you added suspense.

MUAHAHA! (insert audio file of evil laughter) Ok... so after that suspense, I thought of being an Entrepeneur. Like Spongebob and Patrick. Yea, but I don't like Pink! or YELLOWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!! (Awkward silence) Okay.... Being an entrepeneur/businessman is cool. You are free to do whatever you want, for a price. You won't get a fixed salary. The money you will get is solely from the products of your hardwork. Well, I'm a slacker, hardwork isn't in my dic - tionary. Working smart is the way to go. Which is why... I have done some research... which will be boring. Researching about successful brands and companies. And logos. Take Google for example. Wiki Google and read. Its extremely interesting. Googol... haha. Square root of 2... Haha... Yea... I'm weird. So I have been told....

Random

Welcome.
This is my first post on this awesome blog. It's titled : Random.

"Not as random as Brownian Motion" -quoted from a friend. WTHMTQ

I don't know what I'm going to use this blog for, probably juz to record down certain theories or facts that I learn. Good stuff. Well yea.

Thank you for visiting my blog, karma will repay you in the near future. Peace.