There and Back Again, A Cheesy Tolkien Ripoff

Yo

2007-04-28T06:44:00.000-07:00

Well its been a while. Let's see if I can remember everything then.

Well, about that chem comm, we didn't make it. Am so happy about that you would not believe it.

Math comp at VJC. None of us were really feeling our best, so we decided to just go in and have some fun, which we eventually did end up doing. RI won. Again. But they were all PRCs, and not just PRCs but the guys were really huge. Like commando huge. Math commandos. Fear it. RGS got into the finals, and thats the part that irritated us, because after kicking us in the individual round, they have the audacity to suck in the group round. We were bored, so we tried to answer some of the questions; we managed quite a few. They managed to maintian 0 till well after RI broke 50. How dare they.

Class Play was today. After 19 hours of rehearsal, stage directions and editing the script, we were finally ready to show it to the teachers. And we totally kicked ass. The teachers said so themselves; we were the best. Thanks guys. To everyone, the cast, the props, costumes, lighting and stage hands and especially our gorgeous director Steph. All Hail Steph! We kick all ass, and now we have proof!

Now here's where the mushy comes in. Monday was the school's official opening. Yeah, its weird having an opening in the third year of operation, but who cares. Anyway. I signed up as part of a combined cheerleading team to be the opening item for the whole thing. We started training since before OBS, so its been about 2 months of work, unless my senility is back. And like the Class Play, there were plenty of times we stumbled during practice, but thanks to coach, we were able to pull through and make a routine that worked for us, and finally on the day itself, we kicked all ass. Now its over, and that's the sad part, because I loved my time there and have made some of the best friends I will ever have. Its funny. You know some guys for years and years, but ultimately, its stuff like Combined Cheer, like OBS, that last such a relatively short time and with such total strangers that really give me the best memories and forge the most lasting friendships. If we had to do it again, I know that most if not all of us totally would. So let's do it people. Let's get a chance to do this again real soon. It's times like this that I wish I didn't have a no names policy on this thing so that I could personally thank you all for the time together, but hey, you all know who you are. And if you don't, come ask. NUSHS isn't that big a place. One day we'll run into each other for sure.

Hypertoxic 4eva!

.......... argh?

2007-03-31T03:43:00.000-07:00

Sweet son I feel so freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

Ahem.

For the past few weeks, a group of four of us have been stressing over chem comm. However, it didnt really whack me in the face until yesterday, when we presented to our teachers and they WHACKED US DOWN. Painful. So after a full night of working and stressing and finally I-don't-give-a-damn-ing, we were ready to fail and embarrass our school in front of an audience. So begins our quest.

Anyway, the first group that delivered was just so totally freaking imba, and they did nothing if not compounding our resolve to fail miserably. Truthfully, the rest of the groups were a bit meh, but the imbanes took a while to wear off. Somewhere along the way, the teacher who shot us down yesterday showed up and gave us the usual "just go have fun" pep talk, which oddly enough worked wonders, because that's more or less what we were focused on at that point. So we went up there and delivered our bullshit. And gasp! The judges actually seemed curious about what we were doing. or maybe they were laughing at the presentation. After all, we DID accidentally leave a negative charge on a water molecule. Who cares. We were glad it was over.

When it was all done, the teacher was impressed that we had improved so much overnight. That's not necessarily a good thing, because if we get into the finals, the cycle will repeat itself and we will probably all just die.

Lesson learned: don't forget what the hell we were trying to do in the first place. We got so wrapped up in the means, we forgot what the end was.

So glad that that's over. Now I can finally relax and........ get to my homework. Shit.

Pissed off rant time

2007-03-28T06:36:00.000-07:00

Well. Today was possibly the most busy day I've had in school. Wake at 6, school till 12:30, 13:30 to 16:30 was a math competition (I freaking died) and from 18 to 20, Had to do cheerleading. Screw it. And I have a pile of homework I can't be arsed to do.

And don't give me shit about how your ordinary day is busier. I don't give a shit.

Moving on, the general level of cleanliness in this schol pisses me off. After talent search, I walked around the audi to help clean up. I picked up four bottles, 3 still half full with drink, a pack of biscuits and a half eaten box of coco crunch. And that's just the edible stuff. The rubbish filled a plastic bag, and the plastic bag was one of the pieces of rubbish to begin with.

Seriously guys, clean the hell up after yourselves. Its bloody disgusting.

OBS

2007-03-17T05:37:00.000-07:00

From Monday to Friday, I was attending an OBS course, the details (or lack thereof) of which will list here. However, for those of you working on a time constraint and/or without the patience to wade through five days of fashback, I will offer an abridged version.

OBS course, short edit: TOTALLY FREAKING AWESOME!!!!!

OBS course, long edit:
Monday: Well, the night before had been spent at a friend's place, and said friend's mother fetched me off to Punggol point jetty at a time rivalling that of flag raising. What a brilliant start. Anyway, once there, we spent an exorbitant amount of time waiting, mostly due to the fact that schools which came LATER than us were GOING FIRST. Anyway anyway, we eventually boarded the boat for Pulau Ubin and said goodbye to civilisation.

Once there, we were introduced to the majesty that is OBS camp 2. After a mass briefing, we were then introduced to our watch instructor, now affectionately referred to as Crazy Sam.

What's he like? Well, much like the course as a whole, he is TOTALLY FREAKING AWESOME!!!!! Why will be made clear later, particularly when I list his quotes. What few I can remember; there were definitely more.

Anyway, after another short briefing, we go kayaking. Or more accurately, capsizing. This was apparently to get us ready for when we go boating for real. I spent most of it swimming and trying not to care that my only pair of shoes had just been lambasted by seawater.

Anyway, after that, we pitched tents and cooked, in near total darkness. For a first time for many of us, I don't think we did too badly. Granted the rice was a bit sandy, but what the hell; it added flavour. The tents looked brilliant, and thankfully the ground wasn't that hard. Sleeping was easy.

Tuesday: When we woke, we undertook the joy that is slashing tents, and right after were introduced to Sam's brand of morning exercise. Thanks to him, my freshly dried shirt that had been recently assaulted by seawater was now drenched by a rival brand of seawater, with a much higher percentage of ammonia in it.

After that, we undertook belay practice, in case any of us lost our nuts in a coconut tree and we had to go fetch them. Fun, but not that high. According to Sam, his mother could climb it, and I believe him. Anyone's mother could do it. Pregnant.

After that was done, we were sent to trek to the second campsite, ironically referred to as OBS camp 1. While walking, it started raining, and we found out that not only were our ponchos useless at keeping us dry, they were freaking hot. Or maybe temperature control was the goal to begin with. Oh well. Eventually we got there.

After camp 2, which was a remnant of quasi-civilisation, camp 1 was heaven, at the very least at the level of semi-civilisation. There were actual facilities and this time our meals would be prepared by the cookhouse. We dropped everything and headed straight there, by now slightly tired of dry rations and sandy rice. Food was good.

After that, we endured yet another briefing involving tomorrow's events. Seemed easy enough. Until they drove us out of the aircon room.

Once again, tents up in darkness. But at least we didn't have to cook. Tents were once again set up well, and sleeping, for me at least, wasn't a problem.

Wednesday: First thing we did today was rockclimbing. A few years ago, a math teacher of mine said I should take it up. I've always wanted to, but never did anything about it. Now was my first time, and nothing beats the high of reaching the top, except the high of reaching the top again. My only regret is that I neglected to thank my belayer.

After that, we got ready for what we were briefed on the previus night: SeaEx. We got in our triyaks, coincidentally three to a triyak, and started to row our spindly little arms out to get to another part of the island. Why in the hell we would want to leave camp 1 is beyond me, but I guess the allure of drenching my shoes a second time was too great to resist. After 3 hours, we finally reached there. The trip itself was rather uneventful, and to my knowledge only one boat capsized on the way. Relaxing much. I didn't put on sunblock, but I guess its fine since it rained for most of it.

We finally landed at the new campsite and were faced with the horror that was non-civilisation; grassy wastelands to pitch our tents, which truthfully was done half-assedly due to imba division of labour, frogs in long grass and toilets being holes in the ground that we dig ourselves. Fun. That night was undoubtedly the worst night, because of a big case of a little thing.

Ants.

That's right, the Great and Tiny Scourge attacked us, or more accurately our tents, our backpacks and pretty much anything that can be referred to with the word 'our'. But it doesn't just stop there, oh no. These weren't just ants, these were commando ants. They snuck up on me, biting me only in sensitive regions and somehow landed on my head to bite, and somewhere in between my balls. Good for them. We cleared them out of the tents eventually, and, exhausted, slept. But not very well.

Thursday: Well, the day couldn't possibly be worse than yesterday. We woke up an hour late, and that set EVERYTHING behind. At the end of everything we ended up 2 hours behind schedule, which sucked. What rocked though was that we were leaving the campsite. What sucked again was that we were leaving on foot. After another round of morning exercise, we slogged 7-8 km, at full backpack capacity, back to camp 2. With Sam periodically picking up stones and putting them on our packs ninja style. And he did pushups when we rested. Along the way, we got to the highest point of Pulau Ubin, and at the summit, Sam made us shout out our goals. Mine? Get married. But not during the course. Not that I'm discounting any of the girls...

Anyway, we ended up really really late at the campsite, but who cares? We were back at campsite 2, and after non-civilisation, even quasi-civilisation seemed like a bleeding paradise. After a feast of dry rations, we were ready for something else: Raft building.

Being the joker that he is, Sam started by first locking the 15 of us inside the storeroom. Told you he was awesome. This activity was an amazing one, because for once, we were almost on time; only one more knot was left undone. And when Sam pulled us into a circle to do our reflections, I tied the last knot behind my back. Whee.

The final activity of the day was the single best one: Jetty Jump. By now, I totally couldn't give half a wild boar's ass about the state of my shoes, so off we went to the jetty to jump off.

Standing there, facing the island, Sam once more asked us to shout out our goals, be they the same or different from before, and take a step off and plunge into the green sea beneath. This time I wanted to be the Best Dad in the World. The most mindblowing thing about this was that two members of my watch, one hydrophobic and one acrophobic, managed to summon the courage to jump off. You two are amazing; stay that way.

Tents up again, but this time, another watch with an underabundance of food offered to cook our meals in exchange of some themselves. Well, why not? We had far too much. This was the night that we got to taste the amazing thing we dubbed OBS rojak.

What is it you ask? Well, a member of my watch, tired of being unable to decide what to cook, shoved pretty much damn well everything into a pot, and everyone around then supported his idea to cook the bitch. A few of the ingredients were rice, maggi mee, baked beans, sardines, anchovies and peanuts. Sauces included. The result? Once again, TOTALLY FREAKING AWESOME!!!!! Exactly how good is it? Simple. A watchmate who didn't have an appetite, after eating one spoonful, pounced on the bugger. That's how good.

I didn't feel like sleeping this night, but apparently I haven't been the only one over the years because the instructors doubled the watch this night, and, while hiding in someone else's tent, I fell asleep. Why was I in someone else's tent? Because, hearing that I wasn't sleeping and having no tent of hs own, someone stole my spot. Oh well. He didn't have one of his own in the first place, so its fine.

Friday: In the end, all good things come to an end. Which sucks. Spent most of the morning accounting for losses, packing our bags and picking up trash at the campsites. After a final debrief by the instructors, we all took our final opportunity to taupok Sam. And I say this with sincere hope, farewell but not goodbye.

Quotes: This entire section is dedicated to Crazy Sam.

Phwoa! (loudly. This is now his unofficial catchphrase)
Now, swallow your saliva. If it feels like glue, then you're dehydrated.
Everyone, remember your sun protection. Drink sunblock and apply water. (He repeated this several times)
This is muscle ache cream. What you do is apply this on your toothbrush and brush your teeth with it.
(Indian accent) Welcome to Apu's Kwik-E-Mart. Please take your time to go through our fine selection of finewares.
(Indian accent) This (picks up an iron-on badge) can cure all eye problems. What you do is, put one over one eye, one over the other and iron them on. Confirm, no more eye problems after that.
If you see your friend by the side of the raft, his body in the water, smiling, you know what he's doing.
If you were younger, what colour would you paint the sea? (all murmur blue) What colour is urine? (yellow) Blue and yellow make what? (green) What colour is the sea you're all standing in now? (look down; its green)
Young man, that's not how you do it. What you should do it take the ten peg, and asked someone with a pure mind to blow on it. Miss, please. (she blows on the tent peg) Now you get someone with a dirty mind. Remember, the mind must be very dirty, and the dirtier the better. Please. (another girl, looking very unhappy, blows on it) Now, what this is is yinyang power. Now with minimal effort, you can straighten it out (he does) Phwoa! See? it works.
Now, in the day, always walk in at least pairs, and at night always at least in groups of four. Why? Because when a wild boar charges through, bites you by the ear, drags you off and marries you, your friend can be your witness. And at night, you have a witness, a bridesmaid and one last friend to send out wedding invitations.
Ok, the briefing is over. Everyone, F.O. What? Fall out lah, what were you all thinking?

When I send my children to OBS, I pray they get Crazy Sam as an instructor. Though he probably hopes otherwise.

Illegality

2007-03-16T06:40:00.000-07:00

Long absence, so here's a not-so-quick rundown of the past week.

Sunday:

Woke up at 7 to go to church. Took bus 154 and then stopped somewhere to board the second bus. I'm supposed to take 67. I took 77. So I end up lost in Suntec City. Now, what I usually do when I'm lost is cross the overhead bridge and take the same bus back to the stop. Except I'm on a one-way road. So I have to wander around the area until I find the other road, and from there I took 77 back.

By now, it is way too late for church.

So I go to the same stop as before and take 154 home. Except I either fell asleep or messed up again because I miss Clementi and end up in Potong Pasir. At this point, I decide, screw the buses, let's take MRT.

Asked an NCC boy for directions. He was like "You go there. See temple go straight, see school go right." The first thing I run into is a church, and I'm quietly thinking to myself that this better not be the 'temple' that kid was referring to.

Eventually I end up at some school, and ask another man for directions. His are way more helpful. Go through the school to the main road and turn right. Easy right? Yeah, I thought so too.

Now I walk through the school. I pass the concourse, so I assume I'm on the first floor. Walking further leads me to classrooms, and there I find that, no, I'm on the SECOND floor. What to do? look for staircases. And guess what, it's the middle of March; of course everything that can be locked is locked, stairwells included.

For those of you who know me very well, you should be able to realize what I did.

I go back to the balcony near the classrooms and see across the main road. Then I look down. About 2 metres down, there is a flower bed. Another 2 metres, another flower bed. Then the ground.

Drumroll please.

I jump over the fencing into the flower bed, and repeat the process till I'm at ground zero.

Don't tell me you're surprised.

Bear in mind I'm facing the road. A junction no less. Luckily no one saw me. Yet.

Well, I'm still on school grounds yes? So now to walk through the gate. Oh wait. The gate's locked as well.

Now to jump the fence. Brilliant. Illegality is levelling up.

At that point, 2 cabs drive past, with me jumping over a school fence, dressed in jeans, singlet and unbottoned shirt in all my pai gia glory. And now I'm jumping a school fence.

They just continue driving. Somehow, I feel slighted. It's as if what I did wasn't special.

Well, tomorrow I'll tell you what happened the rest of the week. Bleach calls.

The test was gay

2007-03-06T04:19:00.000-08:00

See the title? Yeah, well, I mean it quite literally. Fine, I'll stop pretending you know what I know and start from the beginning.

English test today. The test is out of 40 marks. First 10, cloze passage. Fairly routine, until you get past the first sentence, because then you realize what's the passage about; gay marriage. I shit you not. An English test given out to 15 year olds and it contains more occurrences of the word "gay" than an episode of Queer Eye.

Next 20 marks, compre. Another passage, once again discussing gays and how the government should be more open in their view of discussing homosexuality. You can't make this shit up, the test just won.

Final 10? Summarise the above passage. Win. Pwnt.

I just can't top that shit. All I can say is, never before have I actually felt happy, nay privileged, to have been a part of a test. Kudos to the teacer who set it.

Runner

2007-02-28T05:13:00.000-08:00

Roar. At about 7 30 the Great Hailstorm called. I was to be a runner for for her dinner. So, dragged along the cute girl I always hang out with and off to the province of clogged arteries, McDonalds we go. Ran in the rain and came back well after study time started. Would have jumped the fence but somebody came over with the cardkey at the last minute. Whee.

Yup. Hostel life isn't bad. Would never have gotten to do crazy stuff like this if I was at home.

Whee

2007-02-26T02:40:00.000-08:00

Girls hate me. It's a gross generalisation but I'm going to state it anyway, because I can.

Here's some proof. Bio lesson, we had to draw our blood for examination under microscope. I was the sacrificial lamb of our group (don't tell me you didn't see that coming), so after the lamest of all pinpricks, my blood was on display.

Incidentally, i have an abnormally high white blood cell count.

Anyway, one group was full of girls. Not the cool type of girl either, these were the kind of girls which keep sexist stereotypes alive and kicking. So the teacher calls me over to give THEM my blood. Yeah, I love this job.

Bio cher: "Ok, now you all owe him a treat"
Girl: "No."
Cue, other girls start laughing.

Now, let me clarify something here. The reaction time between the bio cher's sentence and her vehement exclamation was nonexistant. In fact, there was negative reaction time, despite what physics teachers keep saying about there being no negative time. Before Bio finished his sentence, she had pre-empted it and started yelling.

Finally discovered the way to church. Amen. After getting lost in Bukit Merah for two weeks straight, I finally know the way.

Rushing math files last minute is lose.

Just to further show how amazingly kickass my lovelife is:

Friend 1: "Apart from the 15 suitors after him, he's free"
Friend 2: "15? Try -15."
Friend 2's girlfriend: "He's after 15 girls?"
Friend 2: "No, 15 girls want to kill him."

Feeling evil

2007-02-21T04:59:00.000-08:00

Well, because some idiot hasn't taken the chem test yet we arent allowed to receive it. DAMMIT I'M BEING HIT BY POST-TEST STRESS!!!

Quotes of the day: (After listening to what a teacher said) My bullshit meter is going off the charts. And it's affecting my Gaydar. That's why I couldn't sense him coming.

Yeah. I know what's causing the bad feng shui. She's over there.

Totally freaking batshit high

2007-02-16T07:23:00.000-08:00

Ok. Major recall mode ON!

First off, Valentine's Day. I usually bitch about it because I absolutely detest the sordid amount of commercialisation that surrounds the holiday that is supposedly dedicated to love, but this year I decided to do something special, since I'm back in school and all. Preparations took 2 whole weeks, and everything was executed largely perfectly; only two gifts had to be sent via proxy. The gifts in question were 25 paper roses, 1 paper yoda, 8 cards and 2 bouquets; half dozen and full dozen, all self made. Yes, I really went all out this year. And no, this is not a conflict of interest because I made the stuff myself, so I haven't whored myself out to the arrogant consumerist spirit.

USA!!! USA!!! USA!!!

Ahem.

Incidentally, the recipients were 8 girls and 2 guys. No, I'm not experimenting.

Friday: Chinese New Year celebrations. That means half day of non-school. We get to wear what the teachers call "ethnic costumes" and what we call "whatever the hell we feel like wearing." I came in full black, looking like some kind of dua pai gia. Good stuff! Some teachers took offence, but beyond the "Why are you wearing black?" they really couldn't be arsed flaming my arse. Seriously, if the DM doesn't care, why should anyone else? By the way, my response? "Black is auspicious."

Speaking of the DM, he brought a yoyo and was showing off. Actually pretty damn good at it, he is. We all gathered around him in a large crowd, and I couldn't resist the urge and threw him a bunch of coins. Fun.

Went to friends house and am now totaly freaking batshit high from pure laughter. Celebrated friend's birthday, since he's going to be in KL on the actual day. Gave him a Death Note and a little plushie Shinigami Ryuk-sama. Hawtness. More freaky shit involving my friends hijacking my msn. Mean as it was (and trust me, it was pretty damn mean) I couldn't help but laugh.

Whee, leaving now before I start bouncing off walls.

Someone buy the guy a...............

2007-01-31T06:30:00.000-08:00

Hanging out in the canteen is fun. We cover such diverse topics as: the world's longest sex (25 hours. Hell no, I am never trying to beat that.) Me kissing another guy (with a VERY badly timed unconscious licking of lips), friends being hot, friends being in heat (we're deprived, get over it.) and whose hair is nice to touch.

Quotes: Particularly when you're (Beyond all possible logic) single. =>Done by a friend when I told her I needed a fortnight to prepare for Vday.

Because you're still the person who no one understands why is single, but still is. => Continuation.

Fun in school

2007-01-30T06:55:00.000-08:00

Well everyone, as of today, I am now "He who no one knows why he is single, but yet he is single." A title bestowed by my friend.

Honestly, I don't know why people would wonder. I wouldn't exactly list myself as desirable.

Johnny Depp however.................

Moving on.

I will die of puns. My friend cracks them on the hour, and they aren't horrible either; some are genuinely funny, and at times they are quite intelligent, strokes of brilliance. Problem is, I'm sometimes incapacitated due to the sheer funniness. One day, the punishment will just be too much for me to bear.

Zuo wen will be the death of me, not least because I have the vocabulary of an average 8 year old. The lack of dictionary does not help either.

Boredom drives me towards origami. Will have to remember to buy cheap paper.

Discipline master drives me towards haircut. Will have to remember to........ forget it, I'd get suspended.

Teachers think I'm an attention seeker. Honestly, I can't blame them. If someone videoed me all day long and then let me watch it, I'd probably be all WTF?!?! over the way I subconsciously act. Can't blame them. That doesn't mean its the truth though. I'm naturally flamboyant and dramatic, always have been, always will be, deal with it.

I think my singing is improving. Praise the Lord. Apparently I'm a baritone. Yay.

Adjusting well to hostel life. Love the bed especially. It's rock hard =D. Lack of parents is 73# 5_(< though.

Geog assignments are meh. I'll get down to them eventually. Just, meh.

Going back to choreographing. Seeya.

Sweet shit

2007-01-26T08:29:00.000-08:00

Well, as of a few minutes ago, yesterday was my birthday. Let me sum it up in these simple words.

MOST. KICKASS. BDAY. EVAR!!!

It started in drama, when everyone just suddenly stated singing the pirate song as a song dedication to me. Wewt. Then we went to Taka and had Jap food. Totally sweet. Sake temaki ftw. Then we go to Kino, and now I have the FFXII bradygames guide AND Wolverine: Origin. I am a VERY happy child. It's just too bad that Sandman costs more than $170. No way in hell I'm letting my friends blow that much on me.

Guys, I'm never gonna forget this. Thanks.

Here's a big kiss and hug to my parents as well, especially mom. Seperated by a bleeping ocean, she still managed to organise this whole stunt. That is just totally kickass. I have the best mom ever.

Things not to say

2007-01-18T02:29:00.000-08:00

First, some background information.

Lately, I've been saying hi to a friend whenever I see her, and by saying hi i mean sticking my fingers into her sides because she's so supremely ticklish. This morning I felt someone do it to me and I wheeled around expecting to see her.

I saw a teacher.

There was no crowd.

Later after flag-raising, someone called me from behind. I shouted out si mi dai ji and turned around to see the same teacher.

Yes, my life is never short on fun.

So long, farewell

2006-12-14T06:22:00.000-08:00

You know your hair is too long when you got toothpaste on it while brushing your teeth.

Well, returning to the motherland tomorrow. So much for this blog's title. I may discontinue since it's just so damn hasslesome or i might just change the title. I'll find out once I feel like it.

Will miss the people and probably very little else. Seeya. Or maybe not, who knows.

Whee

2006-12-08T06:44:00.000-08:00

Finally graduated from school. Whoop. Now looking forward to spamming FFX. TidusxYuna ftw.

Whee

2006-12-03T04:15:00.000-08:00

FFX is awesome. But of course you all knew that. Hopefully I'll get to fight Penance. Because superbosses exist to be smashed eventually.

Nothing's going on. Soon I'll have to start making thank you cards for chers. Fun. Oh well, it might be enjoyable.

Quote: (on a pack of sugar) With your luck, it's probably salt.

Blergh

2006-11-23T06:13:00.000-08:00

Waited a long time for a dinner which sucked. So yeah, bad mood. Incidentally, my rules for whether or not I leave a shop happy are: Fast, cheap, good. Pick two. Got at least two, I can leave happy. But this is Australia, so it fails all three.

Saw a purple Superman cushion. Does anyone else think that's just HORRIBLY wrong? What the crap? From Man of Steel to Man of Cashmere? Watch Metroman as he wittily critiques Brainiac's colour sense?

Seriously though, Brainiac needs a fashion designer.

Quote: Wow, look at them. It's like for their club they have a "You must weigh this much to enter" sign.

Mehness

2006-11-17T07:14:00.000-08:00

Probablities suck. 1/64 chance of getting a rare item drop and after slaughtering more than a THOUSAND of that monster, I still only have 1. Damn you, FF4! Damn you flan princesses!

Meh. leave me alone while I gurmble. That's right, gurmble.

Got a testimonial from the chem cher. Two of them, actually. Here's the fake one, word for word except for my name because I am a paranoid jackass.

"Yamame Shinta has requested a reference from me in my capacity as his Year 12 Chemistry teacher during 2006.

An ongoing concern throughout the year has been my preventing Shinta accessing the explosive materials in the Chemistry store room. This has been successfully achieved, but only through constant vigilance.

Shinta has established an enviable reputation as a 'slippery eel', and has developed the skills of entry as a cat burglar to a very high degree. He has been known to 'turn the tables' during lunch periods with the help of generally undesirable peers, on the occasions when some of his feral feline foibles get the better of him.

Shinta has derived considerable enjoyment from convincingly 'kicking butt' in his class assessments, and has the uncanny knack of surpassing his peers' efforts. They intend to collectively get even with him, but Shinta will always be a step, or three, ahead of them. A significantly large part of Shinta's class time is spent thinking up 'curly' questions in order to outsmart his teachers. Chemistry is no exception here, and the Chemistry laboratory now has a broad selection of tertiary level texts to counter this challenge.

Shinta has the ability to have a talented career in the future. If he chooses to stay on the right side of the law, humanity will benefit enormously. If the other side is Shinta's choice, then the community will only survive under lockdown and curfew conditions.

Fweh

2006-11-15T04:57:00.001-08:00

Last day of exams. For sure 1% off chem though. Meh. Wewt.

Had the back of my pants caught in a zip of my mom's golf bag. Humourous. Too bad we didn't have a camera handy.

Theohypocrisy

2006-11-12T04:12:00.000-08:00

Question: If Sun Wukong is disciple to Tang Seng, a Buddhist, then why does Guan Yin Ma, a Taoist diety, keep coming to help him? Wouldn't he have to reject belief in her, and more importantly, wouldn't the face-to-face interaction with a diety of another religion convince them of the truth of that religion?

Answer: Taoism and Buddhism, or at the very least Xi You Ji is idiotic. Don't even think about getting me to apologise, not going to happen.

Hurm. In the English paper, I managed to make fun of gangsta rap, swear twice, shove in an example (quite possibly invalid) of the 2nd Law of Thermodynamics and compare novels to meat. All in 7 pages. Wewt.

Some things in life are...

2006-11-10T07:53:00.000-08:00

Watching Monty Python's Life of Brain before a calculus exam is a bad idea.

Owch

2006-11-08T04:29:00.000-08:00

Day I find out golf after a writing intensive exam is a very bad thing. I think I pulled something, or some other workplace-acceptable-euphemism for fucking your arm over.

On the plus side, 150 metres xD.

Incidentally, econs sucked, but everyone else thought so as well, so I might get scaled up. Whee.

English tomorrow. BSing ftw.

Quote of the day: Most people who plan on meeting God at the 11th hour end up dying at 10: 30.

Mehness

2006-11-06T02:50:00.000-08:00

Whee, first paper and I'm already in trouble. My notes were disqualified because they were folded. Someone please groan. Oh well. Didn't need to use them.

I didn't get time to check. Hope I didn't miss a page.

Physics tomorrow. That ought to be phun.

Blindness

2006-11-05T06:25:00.000-08:00

Blind girl sang in church today. And dayum, she has a BRILLIANT voice. Gave her a standing ovation. She deserved it.

She played the piano as well. Told you she deserved it.

Weird meeting thing with people. Yay.

All I want for Christmas is to be able to meet with that fire coming out my ass 5 minutes later.

Faux pas?

2006-11-03T07:41:00.000-08:00

For the first time since August, I'm wearing a red shirt. Yes, I know it is entirely uninteresting, but what the hell, my corner of the internet, my choice to post whatever of my random crap I damn well please, and I choose to tell the world this is the first time since August I'm wearing a red shirt.

How can I be sure? Well, with a wardrobe like mine, its easy. Black. And a bit of blue. Did you really expect anything else?

Exams next week. Big whoop.

Tribute

2006-10-27T05:40:00.000-07:00

Well. Valedictory supper. I never was one for formal occasions. Still, I didn't mind it. Went up to give an impromptu speech about how much chers and parents have helped me. Best part is, I was telling the truth.

Sleepover at school. Well, that's a misnomer. I got half an hour of sleep, tops. Arrived at 11: 45, after V supper, and rehearsed the final assembly till 4: 30. Then I couldn't bloody fall asleep. So I didn't. Thankfully my neighbours weren't snorers. Milled around for a bit, then helped to set up and stuff.

Note to self: Never drink coffee. Ever. Dehydration is a bitch.

Assembly went alright, I guess. Not as good as it could have been, but hell, I enjoyed myself. Got to dance. Did a weird move where I flip over my partner, legs in the air. Partner was a she. And she was flipping me. Fun fun phun. Only guy psycho enough to do the flipping.

Incidentally, I got an award for being psycho. Well, I'm glad they have the correct impression of me.

There were tears. Not from me, but several people did cry. For every tear, there was a hug. Hey, we may never see each other again, so why the hell not. This is the way a leaving class should go: All out. Let the tears and emotions flow.

Despite how much I bitch about the climate and the food and the service industry and other crap like that, I did actually enjoy my time with those guys. Whether they think the same of me is another story, but what the hell, this is my blog, and its my feelings. You guys have been great. Have wonderful lives, and God bless you all.

Bitching

2006-10-20T06:22:00.000-07:00

No one understands. Yes, I am going to go into major emo bullshit/bitching. Well, maybe not major. Depends on the standard. Evanescence? Hell no. Even I can't top their shit.

Parents like to give advice. Fine, I'll stop picking on them. Adults like to give advice. There, I'm not picking on them now. I'm scolding the collective. Sometimes, we don't need advice. We don't want a pep talk. Sometimes a kid just wants to be left alone to feel like crap. Knowing that we could have pulled it off better really isn't the best thing to hear when you're feeling pissed off about something.

People are bastards. Everyone likes to scoff at the kid who gets high marks when he or she complains that he could have gotten more. People get pissed off when the rich ass complains of not having enough. Maybe rightly so. These people have been given stuff, so why complain?

That's the outsider talking.

Think about something you're good at. Do you like to be content at where you are? Hell no. Do you stop learning because you're top of your age group? Do you stop learning when you're top of the age group above the group you're supposed to be at? Does an athlete just one day decide not to run? (or jump or sprint or swim?) Does the richest man stop making money? Do the holiest of people just one day drop everything and say: "God, I think I've done enough."

Hell no.

Stop bitching when a gifted person is unhappy with their achievement. They have a God-given right to feel pissed if they think they could have done more. You have a God-given right to feel pissed if you think you could have done more with whatever the hell it is you're good at.

Stop being a selfish asshole. Not everything is about you. They are not comparing themselves to you. Why the hell should they? Are you the God-of-all-who-can-do-no-wrong-and-is-perfect-at-everything? No, you're not, amazing as it sounds. They have what they're good at, you have what you're good at. If they just happen to do ten times more in a certain area than you ever could and still want to bitch about how they could have done even more, so what? That doesn't reflect badly on you. It's their problem. Shame on them for not doing their best. It's not your problem, it's nothing to do with you, it doesn't make you any less of a person if they happen to do things better than you. Let them have their bitch-fit. For some people, passing is enough. For some, getting more than 75% is passing. There are those who think it amazing if they can push themselves to run half a click. There are those who run 10 without breaking a sweat. Some people understand stage production, some people do higher math. A guy complaining about that one question if not for which he could have gotten 100% might not be trying to make you feel bad. For all you know, he might honestly be scolding himself. And why not? If there is a 100% worth then a 100% should be possible. And if he can do it, well, power to him. Let him have his cry. Maybe to him 99% just isn't good enough. Maybe he was careless. Maybe he actually isn't trying to be a snob.

Stop putting yourself there. Stop comparing yourself to others. Stop thinking about yourself all the damn time. A guy's allowed to beat himself up for not putting in all he's got, and by telling him to shut up and be happy for what he's got, what message are you sending?

"It's ok to slack. It's ok to be second best. It's ok not to do your best. Go ahead. Don't go achieving what you really can. Be average. Be run-of-the-mill. Be garden veriety. Be normal. Don't excel. Don't exceed. Don't be someone really special with an amazing gift that no one else has. Don't excel in the one thing that you can do better than everyone else."

Hope you understand. Understand that it doesn't concern you. Understand that I'm not being proud. Understand that sometimes, I don't want your advice. Really think you know what to do in my case? What makes you so sure?

Psychoses

2006-10-18T06:26:00.000-07:00

Yesterday, I had the freakiest dream. The crown of two of my teeth, think it was the premolars, fell off. They got lost, then the rest of the tooth fell out. The inside was all black. Then, in the dream, I went to wash the tooth and the enamel turned perfectly clear, clearer than glass. Psychology students, go nuts.

Season finale of House. Best. Show. Ever. Poor guy, his eye and testicle swell with blood and explode. Swollen tongue impedes breathing, had biopsies everywhere, blood-brain barrier cut into. Oh yeah. It was ALL a hallucination. Brilliant.

Strange

2006-10-16T06:35:00.000-07:00

Been having strange dreams lately, which is strange for me because I usually don't dream. By strange, I mean nightmares. I kind of like them though. It's a nice change.

Calculus exam today, by far the most painful. The only one I didn't finish. I wrote shit, I just didn't finish writing shit. Oh well.

Strange urge to be a father rising again. No, I'm not one yet. Probably a good thing.

Time needed

2006-10-14T05:10:00.000-07:00

Had a long long talk. Family history. No, I'm not going to post any of it here. Just motivated I guess. It's a new feeling for me, so give me some time.

Funkiness

2006-10-13T08:24:00.000-07:00

English exam. Wrote an entire extra essay because I had time.

Quote of the day: The thing is, Adam, time travel is like visiting Paris. You can't just read the guidebook, you've got to throw yourself in. Eat the food, use the wrong verbs, get charged double and end up kissing complete strangers... or is that just me? - Doctor Who, the Ninth Doctor

Not something you hear everyday

2006-10-10T08:44:00.000-07:00

Exams have started. Whee. Already have a headache. Should probably study.

Quote of the day: (While surfing deviantart) Have some boobs.

Wheehee

2006-10-08T09:14:00.000-07:00

Went to church. Whee. Enjoyed it. Music was horribly loud though.

Love language quiz. In order:
1. Quality Time
2. Touch
3. Words of Affirmation
4. Acts of Service
5. Gifts

Whee.

Instinct

2006-10-07T09:13:00.000-07:00

Saw a woman who obviously had numerous plastic surgeries. Its like if I asked her how old she was, she'd ask "Which part?" Damn, her face was like some kind of demented jigsaw. Seriously girls, plastic surgery? It doesn't make you look good. Hell no. Not even breast augmentation because, trust me, it is scarily obvious. Men are a lot smarter than we let you believe. It does not make you look sexy. Truth be told, looking at jigsaw woman made me feel like my balls were slowly shrinking, like some kind of genetic self-preservation/continuance-of-the-species-for-the-good-of-the-damn-species shit was kicking in and telling me that if I looked for too long, my balls and related organs would shrink so much they'd turn non-existant, all to stop me from being able to copulate with anything so hideous.

Thank God for these instincts. I was going to make a Holy War reference, but in the interests of not pissing people off, forget it.

When science and God...

2006-10-01T08:56:00.000-07:00

Playing Dirge of Cerberus. I like it.

Went to party thing. Did what I usually do.

Quotes:
I'm going to leave now before I'm consumed by the estrogen.
I don't want to be a spiritual Lenz.

P.S. If you know what the second one means without having to wiki it, congrats, you are a religious nerd.

2006-09-30T04:37:00.000-07:00

Hols have started. Meh. Went out for a drive, barely 2 30 and people are already getting drunk. No comment.

Quote: It's a strange thing, but whenever I swear I end up sounding like Billy Connolly. - Schoolfriend

Myeh.

2006-09-22T05:43:00.000-07:00

B&V exam. Made shit up. Seriously, did you expect anything else?

Quote of the day: No, I don't understand the way women think! It comes with having a penis!

Meh

2006-09-21T05:40:00.000-07:00

Shinta had his cry. First time in a long while. Point is, he feels better now. Not over it though. Hopefully, never will be.

Lifeless

2006-09-17T03:56:00.000-07:00

Shin-chan is lying on his bed now. The lights are on. He's in his pyjamas and lying belly up, his face to the right.

And his eyes are lifeless.

He's not crying. He never does. And that's the problem.

No, he doesn't feel like talking.

Whee

2006-09-16T06:42:00.000-07:00

Went up in a biplane today. Damn it was bloody cold, but hell, I enjoyed myself.

Swordity

2006-09-14T05:40:00.000-07:00

I brought a katana to school today. It was for a presentation on The Last Samurai. Yes, I do have a flair for the old melodrama.

If you can tell me who said that, well, you get nothing because I ran out of cookies.

Broke into chem class again because a friend had never seen me do it before and wanted to see. A button broke off. Oh well, I never button up my jacket anyway.

Had a nice intelligent conversation on why people try to be cool and why they so horribly aren't, and how its pointless to turn up to worship if your heart's not into it.

Asked cher a question. Does Satan have control over his dark power, or does God just let him? I think He lets the poor bastard.

On the path to healing?

2006-09-13T05:02:00.000-07:00

I'm not Catholic, but this post is going to be something of a confession.

Apparently the bastards have been given a talking to and its their final warning. Meh. I wanted blood, so it is just a bit of a dissappointment.

I hate them for acting the way they did for two simple reasons: they have neither respect nor honour. They did not listen when I told them to stop, and that's a lack of respect, and they attacked from behind. Only cowards would attack in groups from behind.

They asked me to forgive them, saying they were only playing around. Well guess what jackass? I'm not bloody laughing. Take your shit somewhere else, because I'm not buying it. Back there is the line, and on Monday, there was you asses crossing the bloody line.

Honestly, there is nothing I would love better than for them to be called up on stage during assembly, to be tied down and for me to give them a thrashing with a stick. That's the problem with vengeance. It won't settle for someone else picking up the slack for you. I want HIS blood on MY hands. Selfish.

I know that won't happen anytime soon. I also know that I probably won't stand up to them in a fight, let alone all of them. Still, there is one weapon I have to use against them, and that's my words. So that's exactly what I'm going to use against them.

Incidentally, my sin is Pride. Its a roundabout, hidden sort of pride. I'm slamming dc Talk through my speakers right now, and nothing soothes me quite like some Christian rock, so right now I'm feeling pretty good. I'll probably forgive them for pissing me off, but I don't think its for me to forgive them for their lack of respect or honour. Where's the pride? Well, I'm not going to ever let them know if I ever do forgive them. I want to keep up this charade of unforgiveness. Because I'm a proud little ass. And because I don't want them to EVER think that we're cool. No, we're not. We never will be. I'm not one of your gayfuck homeboys and not going to be anytime soon. Here's how it goes. You stay there and I won't interfere with whatever the hell kind of shit you deal with, and I stay here and you stay the fuck out of my life.

Side note, I have had the dream of me finding them hanging off a cliff, and I help them up, grin evilly and kick them off.

Fear!

Anyway, the combination of my mom and my music is telling me to let this go, so I'll try. I'll still give them the Gaze of Death in the corridors and speak with an acid tone if ever the situation arises, maybe throw in some iambic pentameter. But I'll try and let this go. If they try it again however, I will make bloody well sure that cher goes through with his threat to expel them all.

Meh. Letting go.

Side note, my second sin is Wrath. Go figure.

Extra side note, I pray they NEVER find this site.

Shin-chan has smiled at least once since then. That's probably our queue to not be angry.

The unforgiving heart

2006-09-11T04:38:00.000-07:00

Today... well today was the kind of day that causes more frequent occurence of daydreams involving me turning into a demi-god wielding near limitless power. Like controling fire or lightning, or maybe even just being able to induce horrific delusions and illusions. Yes, very very constructive thinking. This is why I do science. So I can one day implant either an extremely powerful taser or flamethrower in my arm. Then again, why stop at either?

I'm not the best, or most Godly man. No surprise there. So it should come as no surprise that I managed to lose my temper today. During lunch, I was talking to a friend. I had a question; does pride know its own limits? We were in the middle of discussion when suddenly some Year 10s come up and slap me on the ass. I told them not to do that again. Well fine, I swore a bit more than that. Anyway, they do it again. I lash out and punch the nearest of them, be he innocent or not. Again, they pull off their gay molestation, so then I dash after the fucktard halfway across the school before finally catching him. I don't know why, but I didn't hurt him. I just asked him "What the hell?" and walked off, back to my friend. Then they pull their shit again, so this time I really snap and grab my friends cricket bat and go off in hot pursuit with every intent of beating him until I get expelled. That never happens. His fatass friend wrenched the bat out of my hands.

Sorry, but I just have a thing with people touching my ass. Right now, I want more than anything to rip them to pieces, slowly, have them burn, screaming for mercy that I won't give. Anything, as long as they suffer. I want to yell. I did in school. Several curses. Actually, I said under my breath "May worms feed on your testicles."

If I can't have them suffer, I at least want them expelled.

Yes, I can be very vengeful. My heart doesnt forgive easily. Too bad my body can't gain vengeance. Then again, I shouldn't be a vigilante. I'm in self-destructive mode now. Bleeding might actually make me feel better. Bleeding them would send me into a state of demonis euphoria.

As you can see, my anger is implosive. Now just crossed the line and all my demons are coming out. Except that I didn't let them. I didn't get to express my rage.

Yes, I will report it to a cher. Under my friend's advice. Apparently its under bullying, and those bastards are older than me. I'm a petty spiteful bitch. Right now I could look into their eyes and say with conviction and perfect honesty that I hope we both get thrown into hell, just so I could see them suffer.

Am I sick? Maybe. From blackbirds are blackbirds borne. Am I a sick boy, or just a sick mind given rise from a sick world? I don't claim to be unaffected by the world at large, and neither should I. Whose fault is it then?

Right now, I would love to be able to cause either mental or physical scarring on them. Preferably the first.

The little boy inside me. My innocence, my wisdom. Shinta. He's curled into a corner right now, with my other voices trying to comfort him. Shin-chan is crying.

The last time he did was when my great grandmother died.

As a side note, msn won't work and my Monday night TV shows have been cancelled in place of a 9/11 tribute. Yeah, not in the mood to feel for the masses right now. Today just isn't my day.

Status report

2006-09-10T05:48:00.000-07:00

My mistake people. She's 7.

Met her again at badminton. She's talking now, which may be a good thing. Either way, I'm just waiting.

Funkiness

2006-09-08T10:37:00.000-07:00

Okay, stagnant for a while so I've got some stuff.

First up, watched Lurhman's version of Romeo and Juliet. I am now in love with that stupid play and have memorised to prologue to act 1. Whee.

Next, wore a paperclip bracelet to school. There are marks on my arm because it was tight. No, don't ask.

Anniversary thing. I performed. Yay. My hand is now covered in girl's signatures. Hey, as long as they're not trying to take a stab at my balls, I'm alright with it.

Funky thing. I hurt a girl's feelings because I hung out with other girls and apparently I'm "not allowed to talk to anyone except her." Seriously, some notice would have been nice. Take this message to heart girls. Guys are thick bastards so make sure you tell them what you expect from them. Guys too. Talk a bit or else shit like this happens, where 6 year olds accuse you of being unfaithful.

Incidentally, I AM NOT A PEDOPHILE!!!

Yeah, I see myself more as a babysitter.

Meh.

2006-09-05T06:15:00.000-07:00

I was forced to play gridiron today. Notice the lack of capital letter, denoting my lack of respect for the activity. Notice also how I do not refer to it as a sport.

Basically it's like American football. Part of my soul died, and my hatred for it has only been compounded. And I have a bloody headache thanks to it. Yes, I am once again being pissy.

Quote of yesterday: It scares me that we live in a world where Hollywood has stooped to the level of Congress.

I'm going blind.

2006-09-04T04:51:00.000-07:00

Today, a girl flashed me. Yeah. I don't know either.

Bitchfit

2006-09-03T05:38:00.000-07:00

Celebrated Father's day. Somewhere on the road, a glass shard punctured one of the tyres. Damn you all and your cheap beer bottles which are smashed by the roadside. For a country that walks outside in bare feet, they don't do much for keeping it clean.

Even worse, the tyre shops weren't open. What the hell? We're not allowed to get punctures on a Sunday? Who the hell closes up on a Sunday? Its the weekend dammit, people go shopping. They aren't gonna spend all damn day in church, so why aren't you open? Stupid country with its stupid work ethic and stupid business acumen.

Yes, I am being pissy just because the day was ruined. Get over it.

Fwee

2006-08-31T06:09:00.000-07:00

And today is the first day I wore makeup. It involved my friends, lipstick and alcohol. No, get your mind out of the gutter. Chemistry class, we were doing experiments on the reactivities of primary, secondary and tertiary alcohols (at least that's our story) and possibly the collective fumes drove us all a little nuts, so someone took out lipstick and draw lines on people's cheeks a la red Indian warpaint. We wore it the entire day.

At the beginning of chemistry, two friends and I hid in the store cupboard to see if people would notice. No one did, so then we took a pebble (in the store cupboard. Wewt) and chucked it out. Loud bang and still no one comes, so then we give up and get out. This country amazes me.

Broke into English and Chem classes. Former to prove that they don't learn their lesson, latter because a friend was cold and wanted to get the hell out of the wind. One of these days I have got to get busted for this. Its not right.

Went to hospital today to visit father's friend's son. He seemed bright and cheery, so I didn't really pay attention. Instead, there was a girl in the bed next to his who was wheelchairbound and couldn't raise her voice. Freaky thing is, I prayed for her. Don't know why, just felt like it. I'm sure somewhere inside me one of the voices in my head knows why, but he's apparently taking a break, so meh. Well at least I know there is some little shred of humanity left.

Dammit

2006-08-30T06:07:00.000-07:00

Whee, today was a roller coaster. First, I'm all high because I finally manage to break into the English class. The windows and doors are usually locked so I've been trying for a while to catch the resident cher off guard. She forgot one window.

Anyway, law-breaking aside, I then entered the low point by recieving econs marks for the latest test. In a word, crap and in two words, mega crap.

Then the high point with a physics test mark. So so very sad.

My parents are giving me shit about my econs, telling me to study. I can't blame them, I am a lazy ass when it comes to that, but I just... don't care. Apart from that, my head feels so damn full I wish I could purge info, so nothing I read will get in right now. Dammit. I hate disappointing them, but I guess my life is a lesson in that. I never was exemplary

Funkiness

2006-08-28T04:57:00.000-07:00

Mission status: Misinformation successfully planted. For those of you who don't get that, basically I've started lying again. To get the COPS off my case, I have invented a girlfriend. I hope it works. Since it's only one, I can fake as many personal particulars as I need. I'm gonna make this one so believable that I start to fall for it.

Well, I started off with a mean comment today. I arrive early and all's quiet, despite the ten or so kids around. A pair of blonde twins arrive and the decibel change is audible. And they're twins, so they have the same voice. Anyway, my line was something like this:

"Dammit, they're like a pair of stereo speakers except they're out of synch. Its like I'm listening to different parts of the same soap opera at the same time."

Yeah. Then I take a walk, come back and they're still talking. I say to my friend:

"We should call the IT guy."
"Why?"
"To fix the speakers."
He laughs and says "No IT guy can fix those."

I spend all of Applic trying to work out a challenge my friend set me, only to have the teacher declare that its impossible. Yay.

I had someone ask me how many times a day I masturbate. That's new. What's not new is the answer I gave, which was silence.

Yesterday's quote: My charisma and luck levels are somewhere with my estrogen.

whee, random blood

2006-08-25T06:49:00.000-07:00

I'm ashamed of myself. I resorted to violence to solve my problems. Yes, this coming from the guy who breaks into class. And yeah, the violence in question was some hand-on-the-back-of-your-head-to-quasi-strangle-you kind of thing, but still.

Had some intelligent discourse over lunch for a change. Mostly about human nature, of the need to label and exclude and the resorting to violence despite knowing better. It got no where, but it was still enjoyable.

Stick

2006-08-24T06:17:00.000-07:00

Whee. Today was funky. Free dress, so I came dressed as some DVD pirate. I even brought a stick. I was told by a teacher that if I could do a series of contortionist acts involving it, he wouldn't confiscate it. I managed. The rest of lunch was spent loaning out the stick and letting others try. I am one of four who can. The teacher in question is one of the four.

Broke into chem again. Whee.

Bad boys bad boys, whatcha gonna do...

2006-08-23T05:34:00.000-07:00

I am here to announce the formation of a new cult. This comprises a short list of people in school who either fervently believe I like someone, fervently believe that someone likes me or are fervently trying to hook me up with someone. From here on, these sad, sad people with no apparent lives of their own will be refered to as the Cultists Of PairingS, or just COPS for short.

Anyway, I was doing the usual walking around campus during lunch because, let's face it, lunch gets boring once hte titular meal has been eaten and there's no free access piano to keep me occupied. Anyway, walking around and I get trapped by the COPS. I try to quickly answer whatever they want to say and then walk the hell away while their senses are down, but today they are keener than usual in getting their dirty cultists hooks into me. I tried to run at least 5 times, but they kept calling me back, and honestly, you don't run from the cult or they will find you..... Anyway, trapped in conversation. It was then that I got to appreciate firsthand the true power (pronounced: idiocy) of the COPS. These people have an endless supply of personal questions and lack the basic courtesy to not ask them. It is best summed up by the cultists own words.

Cultist: "Do you have any questions for me?"
Me: "No."
Cultist: "Ok, then I'll keep asking you questions."

Fear the boredom. Anyway, they attempt to pair me with at least 5 girls and 1 guy throughout, with my side of the conversation mostly limited to "No." As said before, I tried to escape, but really, there is no escape. I try and give them a subtle "I will kill you painfully" smile, which I'm pretty good at, but apparently the culture here is so full of falsehood that they can't see a smile beyond the lower half of the mouth. Completely missed the Eyeful of a House of Flying Daggers.

Please don't sue.

Halfway between, a classmate of mine walks past. I ask her to save me. She says I look like I'm enjoying myself. Given the amount of crap I give her during class, I kinda figured she'd say that. We have a sad sort of friendship based on respect and mutual insults. Anyway, the COPS then think that I'm going out with her. Kill me now.

Incidentally, when I later told her of the harrowing experience, she said more or less the same thing.

Anyway, after a while I leave my body behind and start visiting places in my head, seeing as the COPS interrogation is pretty monotonous, but then they do something which rips me right back to reality. They pulled in another Chinese girl into the questioning, introduce the two of us and then say "You two should go out." The poor dear's eyes then start to resemble those of a poor deer's as it stares at an oncoming car's headlights. I just sadly say "This is as freaky for me as it is for you." However, she's Chinese unlike the cultists, so from then on I answer their questions with insults which only she can understand. Just to break the air of oOber awkward that had befallen.

I eventually make a dash for it when they leave to look for the first girl they paired me with. Back into the Chem lab. A couple of the guys were busy redecorating, and by redecorating I mean taking the desks, leaving the chairs and shipping them to the far sides of the classroom. We even put one on the teachers table, shoved all his stuff on top of it, put another behind it and put his chair on it, just so he could have an elevated workspace. Then we hid in cupboards until the bell rang. He didn't kill us, so yay.

Quote of the day wasn't made by me, but by a study hall reject in chemistry. Cher asks her to get out because she's disturbing the class. She retorts with a "Your class is already disturbed." Kudos.

Tests

2006-08-21T07:10:00.000-07:00

Had econs test. Didn't study for it. Had to lie my way through, as I usually do. Unusual is the fact that I didn't study. For econs I do a little. Oh well. I'm not on an A anyway.

Applic test back. The one we were all complaining about. I topped the class. Someone told me that next time I say I'm gonna fail I should follow it through.

Being me

2006-08-20T06:58:00.000-07:00

Ok, don't feel like going into detail. Suffice to say I've made a decision about how I'm gonna live and I intend to follow it out. And darl, don't worry. I'm still me.

Stupidity

2006-08-18T05:22:00.000-07:00

Whee, had a haircut today. After like 8 months. Fine, I had more than one cut. Truth be told, it was more like a slaughter. Looking at the floor, seeing what was once mine, its like surveying a battlefield after the dust settles. They're all dead!!! But fine, enough of my Braveheart metaphors. I've never even seent that movie.

Did calc during lunch. Found a formula and tried to check it using non-cheem algebra. It didn't work and I spent all lunch agonising over it before I finally realised that my calc was perfectly correct and that it was the algebra I screwed up. I didn't factorise properly. Go me. Get the hard shit right and screw up everything else.

If that's how its gonna go then I pray to God its hard to get a wife.

Whee

2006-08-16T05:16:00.000-07:00

Whee. Today I broke into the chemistry lab. Then I hid under the sink. Class started and fifteen minutes in, no one notices I'm not there. Yeah.

Oh yeah, they finally figured out I was lying about the three wives. Shucks, I never had the chance to use the names I picked for them. Oh well. Incidntally, I told one of them I was lying. That's how they found out. And they -still- felt the need to double-check. Go figure.

Meh

2006-08-13T05:40:00.000-07:00

Went to church today. For the first time in a long time. Yay.

Pastor asked who was happy and excited to be in church that day. I could not honestly raise my hand, so I didn't. Not sure what that means. Maybe I'm like the lukewarm church. That isn't good. I guess I should be happy I was honest, but what's there really to be happy about? Everyone else raised their hands.

Overate, just like last night. Whee.

Yeah, angst is a bitch, but im thinking of having her spayed so she doesn't act up that much. Agree?

Lalala

2006-08-11T06:21:00.000-07:00

I was rude today. I know that I am everyday, but meh, I'm the one writing this, so shut up.

Econs cher walks into class and says that he's been working non-stop so his brain and his mouth may not be in synch that day. That's fine, understandable. Anyway, knocks on the door, two blondes pop their heads in and ask for him. At that point, the guy next to me says "Look, it's Dumb and Dumber." We all burst out laughing because, let's face it, we were all thinking the same thing. Anyway, after that, he walks back saying now we know why he's overworked, with people popping in and interrupting his class looking for him. I say "Yeah, and the exposure." Once again the class erupts in laughter, but the cher, having not heard the guy next to me, doesn't get it. Oh well. I suppose he doesn't need to.

Brought my puppy to school again. And a little teddy bear. Regressiveness. Soft Toy Week is now over. I'll have to think of something secondchildhoodish to do for the next.

Speaking of which, a girl tried to mug me for my bear ALL DAY LONG. Yeah, it was pretty fun. She was a whiner though.

Motto

2006-08-10T06:20:00.000-07:00

Brought a box of Pooh bears to school. Because I could.

Making fun of bitches is fun

2006-08-09T07:52:00.000-07:00

National day. Whee. Had weird dinner thing and totally stuffed my face. Woke up and sang the anthem while throwing on my uniform. Yeah, good times.

Brought a soft toy puppy to school today. Not just any puppy, my puppy. The one I got when I was first born. It's old and slightly dirty, but what the hell, I still love it.

A bunch of other brought their stuffed animals as well. Why? Because we can.

Now, you all know about that girl in chem class we all make fun of. Well, there hasn't been much going on, since she decided to no longer hang out in there (no prize for guessing why), but today, I had a chance to belittle her.

Here's the story: she finds out my age, 3 years below her and yet in the same grade. Royally sucks to be her. Anyway, she asks how many teachers I had to sleep with to get bumped up that far. Now you know why we make fun of her. Yes, because she is a bitch. Anyway, I smile and say "None, unlike you." She isn't even fazed by that, such is the extent of her ditziness, and instead goes on to say that she isn't the one who got pushed up, to which I reply "I know. You had to do it to stay where you are." She started beating me up then, but I didn't care. I'm so bony that whenever someone hits me, they usually hurt their hands. Sucks to be her, the whore.

Yes, I am an evil git, but what the hell, she's a total bitch and she deserves it.

Everyone I told that story to highfived me, with praises like "Good call." and "Nice one." I don't even care anymore that they shouldn't be promoting this, it was fun and I hadn't had opportunity for a while.

Whee

2006-08-08T06:09:00.000-07:00

Whee. Years 11 and 12 had to come to school while the kids didn't. They were probably laughing their asses off all the while.

Got a crap mark in chem test. Well, crap by my standards. Carelessness is a bitch, and whence she strikes, none can say. Flypaper doesn't seem to work with her, she's like some kind of mindless killing machine who never sleeps because she runs on sugar and crack.

... But enough of my rambling. Classes were sort of fun, especially calc. half the class didn't show up for three quarters of it. Yeah, there are only four people in total, but what the hell, the percentage sounds cooler.

Heard an idiotic story today. A guy laminated a paper clip, then in the dead of night went up to his fast asleep brother, pulled down his pants, took a rubber band and BLASTED HIS BROTHER IN THE NUTS!!!!!

What.

The.

FUCK?!?!

Anyway, it went with such force that he had to have it, and the rest of his balls, surgically removed. Yeah. I'm just gonna leave it there.

Watching "Bowling For Columbine". In my opinion, the best documentary ever. Well, it would be if they have a snippet from Chris Rock in it. Here's the snippet, slightly paraphrased, all credit to the man himself.

"We don't need no gun control, what we need is bullet control. We need to make each bullet cost $5000. Tell ya what that'd do, there'd be no more innocent bystanders. If a guy turns up dead you'll know they meant to hit him. Wanna know why? Cuz they went and put $50000 worth of bullets in his head. It'd be like 'I'm gonna blow your fuckin' head off... if I could afford it. Gonna take a mortgage on the car, get my second job, save a bit of money AND THEN YOU'RE A DEAD MAN!!!'"

Yeah, funny stuff.

Doing something stupid tomorrow. More on that after its happened.

Yay.

2006-08-03T05:44:00.000-07:00

Well. Most fun I've had for a long time. Here's the situation, I sit right where I always do during lunch when two girls and a guy come over. I figure, what the hell, won't be rude this time. So we start talking. Then, the conversation goes weird. Below is a paraphrased version because I was laughing inwardly so much that I can't remember. Yeah, and only one girl was doing the talking.

G: "So, do they have arranged marriages where you come from?"
Me: "Yeah."
G: "Oh, are you promised to anyone?"
Me: "Not anymore. I have 3 wives."
G: "Really? How old are they?"
Me: "N, N+1 and N+2." (No, I did not say that. I'm hiding my numbers, don't ask why.)
G: "What? How old are you?"
Me: "N+2"
G: "Oh... That's ok then."

Yeah... I think she believes me. I also told her I have a twin sister. I should probably clear this up, but I also want to ride this bull as far as it goes. I'm a bad person.

Also, I was walking down the corridor, a Year 8 sees me and his eyes grow big and he keeps a 1 meter radius between the two of us as he circles around. Behold the powers of Darkness. I have instilled fear in the minds of my enemies and it is GLORIOUS!!!

Ahem.

Yeah, my mom wants me to clear up the bullshit, but I don't want to. >< What to do?

Emotional crap

2006-07-31T05:43:00.000-07:00

Whee. Went around today telling people penis jokes. I don't know why either, it just was fun is all. Kudos to Dad for telling me that joke in the first place.

Now I'm about to go totally emo. Not that that's a first. Anyway, my mom reprimanded me today for being rude. Now, she's entitled to that, I know. But, when a guy has, all during dinner, been trying to get a word in and has been ignored and then, when he has eaten his damn vegetables facing his mom, he half expects her to realize that yes, I have eaten the green. She didn't, proving to me that neither of them notice me. This, coupled with all the shit I get in school, has made me irritated and jumpy. In school, whenever I try and be alone, assholes, and no, I do have friends there but its always the assholes who come up to me to say hi. Isn't that just messed up? The people I don't give two shits about and who I don't want to give two shits about me always notice me, but the people I love don't. Meh.

Story of my life, come to think of it. Especially my love life. No one ever notices me when I like them, but hell everyone else does. Then again, I never did tell them, but that was because I knew I'd need a job to pay off the dates. Still, not even a notice. Its either I'm a good actor or I'm just marked.

Giving bizarre thought to getting a tattoo. Something gothic, blady, maybe multicoloured. No idea why.

This is also why I hated to come here in the first place. I had finally found a group of friends who notice shit about me, who can tell when I'm pissed, who can bloody tell me what I had for lunch even though I was in a daze staring at that girl out of the corner of my eye making sure no shit is happening to her. Yeah, maybe a bit perverted, but hell, I'm a guy, it could have been worse. Anyway, I had a group who noticed me, and who I knew shit about, and dammit, there it goes. Straight across the damn Indian Ocean.

And oh, honey? I am trying my hardest not to go into Emo Mode here. All for you.

On another downside, KH2 is giving me strange ideas. Seriously, Final Form? Ninja wish they were that cool. Samurai too. Ninjasamurai. Frankly, I feel inadequate. Its stupid, seeing as I've been watching anime for several years now, but I guess its the freaky hormone attack I've had, what with the sudden crush and shit.

Meh, I can't bloody be bothered to write anymore.

whee

2006-07-27T07:32:00.000-07:00

Had two more tests today. Math and Chem. Math was total bullshit, and no, don't give me that sigh I know you're doing. This was really shit. I finish the paper and THEN all the answers come to me. Bloody hell.

Chem was alright though. I think I did passably.

Lately, I've been feeling the need for hugs. I have no idea why though. It might have something to do with the resurgence of a long repressed crush. Still, there's nothign I can do, not when the one in question is across the Indian Ocean. There, I've given you a hint, now shut up. xD

Finally, you all know this, but I'm going to say it anyway. KH2 PWNZ TEH AZZ!!

Just plain NUTS

2006-07-26T04:51:00.000-07:00

Went for UMAT. The Undergraduate Medicine and someotherthingIforgot Admission Test. As the name implies, its a test that lets me get into either doctoring or dentistry. Totally optional, I signed up because I wanted to. Here's where it starts getting different from everyone else who did it though.

I didn't do it because I want a career in that field, or because my parents forced me to. No, ladies and gentlemen, I did it entirely for kicks. In other words, for the hell of it. Yeah. I figure I'm the only one in that entire damn hall of 500 kids who was doing it for the hell of it. Still, I got to miss more than half of school. Catching up will suck though.

People think I'm absolutely blinkin' nuts for taking this shit just because I can. I think they're right.

Whee?

2006-07-25T05:59:00.000-07:00

First day back at school today. Big whoop. For the first day back, there was decidedly less helloing and howwasyourholidaying than I anticipated. The general air was more along the lines of meh. Maybe I'm just hanging out with the wrong crowd.

I have a twisted mind and I'm going to hell. Yes, I know, nothing new, but I'll just jot this down so I can laugh later on.

Girl walks up and says hi. I do the polite thing and return the greeting and ask how was the hols. She then says that she went on camp and had the greatest experience of her life and the very first thing that popped into my mind was "You lost your virginity?" I didn't say it out loud though, but I did ask her to stop talking, saying I was repressing the irresistable urge to say something lewd.

Hey, guess some things never change.

Got our leaver's jackets. After what, more than a month of delays? Then again, made in Indonesia. Between two earthquakes and a tsunami, I'd say they did well to turn it up at all. My thanks to all those guys who slaved over this piece of thing I wear on my back which I've already managed to dirty.

Whee? Maybe. I've still got some English shit to do. Then again, the only shit I ever have to do here is English, so meh.

Karma you bitch

2006-07-23T05:13:00.000-07:00

Today's the day, ladies and gents. Today's the day when, after OH so long, I finally got KH2. Now, I could go off into a totally fanboyish rant but I'm pressed for time right now, so let me just paraphrase Ansem Retort here to describe how I feel.

I am going insane from pure kick ass. IT IS GLORIOUS.

Incidentally, here's the link for Ansem Retort. http://www.analogpaladins.com/Images/Comics/AR/index.html If you don't know of KH, and shame on you if you don't, it'll probably only be half as funny. Still, it's nice random bullshit sure to illicit a laugh unless you're gay, have kids with ADD or drug problems or a Jehovah's witness. And if it's the last one, watch out because I am so declaring a jihad on your collective asses.

Sorry. In-house joke. Read Ansem Retort and you'll get it.

Anyway, as karma would have it, damn you buddha, there was an up and a down. You know the upside already. It's frickkin' KH2, what could be better? Fine, FFXIII. Anyway, I digress. The downside was that my teacher responded to the email I sent her asking for help on my assignment. I must have been drunk when I did that. Or maybe sober. I'm not sure which. Either way, I now have suggestions for improvement on my shitty assignment, which roughly translates to more damned work. Hence the pressed for time bit.

18?

2006-07-20T08:34:00.000-07:00

Today a woman came up to me and asked if I smoked. Don't look at me, that must have been the punchline.

Damn I should shave.

Whee

2006-07-19T04:50:00.000-07:00

Finally got the song "More than words" by Extreme. I so love it. Its like some kind of second Bible to me now. Hope I could be like that, not just saying but acting as well. That would be fun.

KILL!

2006-07-18T02:14:00.000-07:00

Radio in this country is freaky. Today alone I heard no less than two ads about, I shit you not, premature ejaculation. Point of fact, they used that exact phrase. Seriously, this is radio. Kids could hear this. Yes, I know we can count on the internet and late night TV to take away their innocence, but this is really something. Specifically, something bad. I'd love to be a fly on the (interior) wall of the car with a kid asking his parents what premature ejaculation is though. That would be something to see.

Moving offshore, gossip about Paris Hilton, who has gone and compared herself to Marilyn Monroe and Princess Diana. Now, before I even begin to say with what criteria, first look at the two women in question. On one end, we have Marilyn Monroe, the woman who sang that diamonds are a girl's best friend and the star of the first ever Playboy magazine, among other things. Then we have Princess Diana, God bless her soul. Wow, that's really a match made in heaven isn't it? What in the NINE UNDERLEVELS OF HELL do the two have in common?

Well, hats off to the Hilton girl (that whore), she managed to find what they had in common. Both were blonde and both were icons of the times. True. Here's where it gets freaky. She has compared HERSELF to THEM based on THAT criterion. Basically she's saying that, like them, SHE is the blonde icon of the times. Now, pitchforks at the ready, don't light the torches till we're there. Icon of our times. Young upstart slut. Well, we know we can leave her rotting in a jail cell without food for a couple of years now. She'll just live off her ego.

She also takes offence at being called a dumb blonde. Yes the girl has issues with it. Well, that just makes the list one point longer, nothing lost. And hey, now it's long enough to ~comfortably~ reach the other end of the universe, not just ever so barely. Anyway, she says she's smart and a businesswoman, just like, and I swear to God this is a quote from her, "Jessica Simpson".

Seriously, I don't even have to make up a punchline. It speaks for itself.

Although, now that I think about it, she's a young, blonde, anorexic whorebitchslut who parties all week and lives off her parents money. Hey, she ~IS~ an icon of our times.

I still want to kill her though.

Yay

2006-07-14T02:35:00.000-07:00

Went to mom's friend's house. Watched "I not stupid too".

That was, hands down, one of the best things I've ever seen. None of that Hollyweed bullshit that I've been seeing so much nowadays, with cars exploding, same cliched characters (nerd, womanizer, woman, etc.) and stuff that has been done a million times. This film just had one kind of person, and that was people. Ordinary people. Just guys making a living, having a family, doing normal shit. That was good. Bunch of kids with teachers who piss them off and parents who won't listen. Kids who steal because of circumstance, then get hit by conscience. Who hasn't felt that way before? Those who answered yes, let the rest of us kill you. This was life itself, not the cushioned crap that we get fed everyday by those politically correct morons. This. Was. Good.

I do particularly love the fact that a father can love but not know how and that no child can't learn. It's just assholes put in authority who can't teach. Nearly made me cry, and hell, that's an achievement. In fact, maybe I did and I just can't remember. For the love of God, please make more like this. We don't need a some gay richass hotshot getting laid and then getting laid by that woman's sister, we just need some emotion. We need something human.

Freaky shit

2006-07-02T06:46:00.000-07:00

Had friend's family over for dinner. Had a 6 year old girl sit in my lap. Well, she's 6, I suppose that's innocent enough. Then her hand innocently strayed to my crotch. Yeah, when I woke up today, I -really- though chances were low that I'd be molested by someone half my age. It's just not the kind of thing you really prepare for. Of course, this is only the latest in a long list of freaky things that little girls have done to me, so I decide to ignore it and focus on the computer screen instead. I'm glad I did.

It's a sad sad world that makes you indifferent to molestation by kid's half your age. Then again, if this was Japan, I probably would be born not giving a damn. It's nice to know that for at least a few years I would have complained.

Funky

2006-06-28T05:08:00.000-07:00

Went to Curtin University today. Had 5 English lectures. Fun.

Incidentally, my mom is thinking of sending me to Uni instead of going back to school. Thoughts?

Shit

2006-06-27T04:04:00.000-07:00

Well, if I'm ever asked for a worst day of my life, this would be it. Well, at the very least, it was unlucky. First, I'm late for school by one stinking minute. Then, during chem, I mess up the prac. React potassium permanganate with acidified oxalic acid. Supposed to heat oxalic acid before reacting, didn't do that. Went to heat it. Decided to be clever and acidify the acid (oO) before heating, so dumped in sulphuric acid. Got it up to temperature then realised I couldn't get a 20ml aliquot of oxalic acid if its already bloody mixed!!!! So scrapped that batch, made somemore. Used dirty shovel thingy and got a mixture of permanganate AND oxalate crystals. Redo. Weighed out the acid, added water, transferred to volumetric flask and then added too much water. Fun.

Then came recess. Sat down to meditate a bit. Had a legitimate question on my mind; what is the true nature of Love? Yeah, the Bible, the concordance, the dictionary and the thesaurus could have told me, but I wanted to make up my own shit. Anyway, there I am minding my own damn business when a group of year 8 boys (AKA bastards) gang ambush me. They are impressed with my lotus position. They attempt to do it. They fail. Noisily. They start calling me, of all stupid things, 'master', saying I'm teaching them to meditate. Yeah, it might have worked for Sun Wukong, but get the hell out of my face. Told them to get lost several times. Even after the bell rang they insisted on being assholes. Had to dash into my class to escape the little punks.

Calculus. Lost a mark in my test because I failed to simplify 3x4=12. Of all the stupid things. Dammit.

Lunch. Went to meditate some more. No I never learn. Was once again minding my own business when a group of girls come over and, I shit you not, POKE ME IN THE HEAD! Seriously, what the hell? Let sleeping dogs lie, ever heard of that? Meh. Was forced to converse with them. Yeah, they don't know that 'Nature' refers to more than the environment. Imagine how much fun a conversation with them would be.

It rained. I had PE. The two did not coincide. Dammit.

Yeah, I had fun.

Whee

2006-06-25T06:15:00.000-07:00

Went to play badminton. Got my brother's racket stuck under a pile of chairs. Tried to reach with my arm and couldn't, tried with a racket and couldn't, so while all the other kids are pointing and laughing, I went to the storeroom, found some metal hangers, straightened them out and used them to chopstick the racket back out. It worked. Whee.

Got a bunch of Weird Al songs. God is good.

Whoopee

2006-06-21T05:58:00.000-07:00

Had relief teacher for English. He set off a whoopee cushion every five minutes. That's all.

Results

2006-06-20T06:01:00.000-07:00

Ok, finally have all my results back. Since no one looks at this page, I can post it here and no one can accuse me of being stuck-up. Here they are in real terms and then with percentages, with commentary.

Economics: 72/100, 72% <====DAMMIT!!! B!!! NUUUUUU!!!!
English: 80/100, 80% <====WTF? How did that happen? I got A? FOR ENGLISH?!?!
Calculus 135.5/150, 90% <====Where did the last 10 go?
Applicable Mathematics 138/150, 92% <====And the last 8? But yeah, respectable.
Chemistry 184/200, 92%<====Whee.
Physics 167.5/180, 93% <====Teacher hands it to me and says 'Better luck next time.' Yeah, the game was fun, but nuuuu, 93 doesn't cut it. XDD

I'm happy I guess. That's different.

Whee

2006-06-18T05:55:00.000-07:00

Went out shopping, saw at least ten goths. One had an Elmo bag. Not cool. SO not cool.

Saw pigeons pecking at a chocolate ball. Thanks to their prodigously small beakspans, it just got hit and rolled along the floor, where they would ty to take another stab at it. It was funnay.

Quotable quote: Celibacy is a gift... that I would like to give someone else.

FFTA: Final Fantasy Travesty Advance

2006-06-12T04:12:00.000-07:00

Ok, can't believe I forgot this, but yesterday I saw three Aussies in cosplay. One I assume was trying to be Selphie, one was summoner Yuna and the last was gunner Yuna. Now, personally, I've always liked Square's costumes. Original, all pretty damn stylish and all look good on the person wearing it, like how Tidus' outfit just seems to suit him and Sora's final form looks totally kickass, as it should. The problem is, these outfits, while looking totally sweet on the individual, just don't have the same oomph when worn by someone else. Try putting Yuna in Lulu's dress and you'll see how it doesn't quite fit, or Cloud in Squall's outift. It works, but barely, and the hair colour clashes. Same deal with these Aussies. Now, out with it, Yuna is cute. This girl wasn't. Short version, she was fat, long version, she was hell fat. Yuna's outfit doesn't work on a fat girl. Short pants don't work on a fat girl. That is an ass we all don't want to even catch the slightest glimmer of. Yeah, I know it's mean, but hell it's the truth; FAT GIRLS DON'T WEAR SHORT SKIRTS/PANTS!!! And when they're cosplaying video game characters, who are all notorious for having perfect bodies, it's just not done. Travesty. Am I ranting just cause my little fantasy bubble got popped? Maybe, but my story is that it's because it's a crime against fashion. A DAMNED CRIME!!!

Incidentally, my last exam is tomorrow. Econs. God have mercy.

On second incidence, I do hearby lay claim to the creation of the phrase: Love is a vector. It's got magnitude, direction and gayness is negative territory.

Funkiness

2006-06-10T09:08:00.000-07:00

And today was funkiness. Went to friend's birthday party. Food was good. Was hugged by three girls, two half my age, one was the birthday girl. Don't get any ideas, Nick.

Also went to skating rink. I sucked ass. Big ass. Got my shin blasted by some other kid's skate. There's a bump there now and, oddly, I can't seem to give a shit. Oh well. Before the session ended, they had all the under sevens do some funky stuff. I didn't hear the under seven bit and joined in just to remove any last trace of pride I might have had. Seriously, when they tell you to prance like a fairy, there's no turning back. I'm either so thick-skinned that I don't give a shit or I'm so retarded that I don't give a shit. Either way, I don't give a shit and that works for me just fine. The whole 'all pride I used to have has been destroyed' is a bonus too.

Funness

2006-06-01T05:36:00.000-07:00

Funny day. The saga of the email finally ended, but I forgot to save it. Person is not going to bug me anymore, thank god. Then again, I'm a bit miffed it ended so soon.

Chemistry. There's a study-hall-reject in our class whom we ALL like to make fun of. She entered and exited the class twice during the lesson, but since this is Australia, the teacher didn't really care. When she first left, she asked permission, to which the teacher responded "Get out." She was then met with me saying "Take your time." Then she slammed the door. Fun.

The next time she decided to step out, I was ready. The second she closed the door, I loudly proclaimed "I can hear Handel's 'Messiah'!" The teacher went into a small fit of laughter and called me wicked. I agreed, and since I had started something, I decided to end it. When she walked in, I groaned "Argh, Requiem!" The teacher laughed again. She asked what we were laughing about. Cher said "It was chinese for we love you and we missed you." She said "Yeah right." I maintained it as an exclamation for getting a question wrong. She didn't believe me, but at least she shut up.

A guy hugged me while I was asking the cher a question, so I said "Dude, you should be buying me a drink first." Then a girl said "More than one drink." We have too damn much fun in chem.

X-men

2006-05-30T06:38:00.000-07:00

Watched X3. Fun. It takes a lot of liberties with the comic, but I still like it. Cliffhangers are still a bitch though. But fun fun fun. Still think Wolverine is the most kickass ever. Hope they put in X-23 into the next. That would be sexy. I would go totally in depth and say shit about how this movie is a commentary on life and that it exemplifies man's lust for power and the desire to control his surroundings yadda yadda yadda, but I'm too tired to sound convincing. Other than that, life is bland.

Oh yeah, forgot this. Got a reply for my verbose email. She called me a heathen, more or less. Fun. That's definitely a first. Same deal with before, her reply up top, mine below. Decided not to be bombastic as it seemed to totally go over her head and she doesn't understand sarcasm, nider duz she fien teh nid 2 slpl plopery. If she finds out I'm keeping the emails for kicks I expect a swift whack in the nuts, but what the hell, it's fun.

hey Darryl......why do you hate powerhouse.....it is beautiful...a place where we are free to worship the one and almighty God......it is not a cult!!!......it is repulisng to think that some one like you who comes to a Christian School where we are free to worship thinks that way.....are you a christian?....ur a stupid person because u r agrreing with the fact that power house isa truley noble endavour because of the ways of christianity is good.

I do not need any single place to worship God Almighty, for my body is his temple. There is no need to crowd in a single room to shout his praises for the world is his kingdom. There is no place where I am not free to worship as the laws of Man do not hold authority over the power of the Lord. I do not need this opportunity of worship, neither do I need this illusion of freedom for my life is to be a prayer to him and I am free in him and because of him, not because of my proximity to others or because of my position in the room. Also, your reply shows lack of understanding of my previous email as you have completely missed the point and have interpreted wrongly what I stated. You also display a lack of discernment regarding sarcasm. From my vantage point, it is you, not I, who is clouded in the Spirit and who does not seem to understand what it means to be free to worship; no constraint on time, no constraint on place, no restriction regarding anything at all, but to live, breathe and feel the Word of God: that is worship. I apologise if I have offended you, but get thee behind me, plague me no longer.

Weather report

2006-05-29T05:45:00.000-07:00

Saw my first double rainbow. It was nice, but now rain seems to have lost its magic. Here, there is no overcast period when the clouds are absolutely dreary, the SUN SHINES while it rains ( a crime in itself ) and it comes in short, tiny bursts which are so halfhearted you just feel like bloody bitchslapping mother nature across the chops for being so indecisive. Meh. No more massive full out give-me-the-wrath-of-Zeus thunderstorms. Depressing. Feh, take away another of my joys why not.

Funness

2006-05-23T04:29:00.000-07:00

Whee. There was rain today. Happiness. Rain always puts me in a good mood, particularly if it's stormy. So that's one good thing. A friend of mine stripped down to a singlet and boxers and ran across an uncovered walkway in the rain for $5. He undercharges. Pity we couldn't get a photo.

Bad thing: left my calculator and lunch box in school. I pray some asshole hasn't stolen them.

Funny thing: Got an email asking for my presence at "powerhouse", some Pentecostal ra-ra worship kind of thing. Not my cup of tea, so, just because I could, I replied with great pomp and verbosity. Below is the email I received, followed by my response, word for word, typos included. Enjoy.

Hey DaRRYL....u should really come to PowerHouse or prayer meeting coz ur sensational spiritual effect would be great!!!!!
Bee

To whomever it may concern:

The party of whom the recipience of this electronic mail coincides with does not believe and/or is willing to succumb to the wanton self depreciating nature of the myriad devices employed during the aforementioned "prayer meeting" whose effectual deceit extends so far as to refer to itself as the embodiment of that which is in the language of humans so shallowly referred to as "worship" neither is he conducive to the idea of allowing his conscience and aural sensory devices(biological or otherwise) to be so greatly assualted by the entity known as "planetshakers". To this effect, he does humbly request that his electronic mail server no longer be bombarded with such simpleminded requests as these. The act of "worship", as it is so named by persons such as yourself, is merely the act of harnessing the collective vocal and kinetic power of all parties present towards the ideal of creating as many negative externalities as possible; a truly noble endeavour. What passes for worship, and indeed, Christianity in general, in modern times is, to my mind, a mere subhuman attempt at restating the word of God with the aim of crafting it to reinforce their own selfish desires such as material wealth. To use the vernacular, "prosperity preaching. In reiterateration, kindly refrain from any more such requests for my presence at such cultish gatherings until such a time as the self assessment of your basic ideals has finally occured and the need for such things is superceded. Thank you.

Sincerely yours,
The party of the recipience.

There. If I was mean, I don't care. It was worth it.

Feh.

2006-05-21T06:12:00.000-07:00

And today i saw a horse drawn carriage. Yes, I did break the streak just to say that. Standards as to what is wow worthy have plummeted. probably for the best. And as a side note, I'm still single (thank God).

Whee, literature

2006-04-27T06:47:00.000-07:00

Meh. Was on a road trip. My legs hurt. Sitting cramped for five hours does that. Oh well.

Read "Mister God, this is Anna". Bloody good book. Best one ever so far. Yes, better than LOTR.

Apart from that, not much. I'm not a fan of geog, and thats pretty much all that happened. So nothing to write.

Quotes/Paraphrases:
Mister God rested on the seventh day, but not cuz he was tired. No, Mister God rested so he could make rest.
Dying's not so bad, provided you've lived.

Cows with guns

2006-04-13T09:24:00.000-07:00

Whee. Don't know why I didn;t say this sooner, but hols are here. Yay. Also, my dad ran his car into a cow. Stop laughing, this is serious. Nothing died, except the cow and the car, so thats still good. Still, it could only happen in Australia. No, I don't go out of my way searching for things to complain about. The practically shove themselves in my face.

Nerdvana

2006-04-06T05:23:00.000-07:00

Whee, chem was fun. Investigation into the effects different catalysts have on the rate of decomposition of hydrogen peroxide. We were supposed to do potassium iodide, manganese dioxide and potato (o.O). When we finished that, we tried out salt, gatorade, leaves and grass. The latter two are catalysts. Fun.

Today was a great day for math and physics. I learnt how to do the logarithm to base e of negative and complex numbers and for physics, 4 of my lightsaber theories got shot down. Yay.

Superfuckingficialfucks

2006-04-03T06:57:00.000-07:00

Whee, people in this country SUCK!!! The shallowness and superficiality astounds. Was talking to peeps discussing my giving tuition to this Year 11 girl. They say I should do it for free 'cuz they thing I'm a friend. If I was an actual friend, I would have sworn at them in a tactless manner, followed by much laughter. Since I'm not, I actually tried to explain this entire concept that friends don't give you free shit (Seriously, I don't think they should.)

Me: "Thats what friends are for? to give you free stuff?"
Them: "Yah duh"
Me: "Bullshit, friends are there so you always have someone to talk to and.....
Them: "Talk about what?"
Me: o.O

Yeah, welcome to Australia. Bloody hell this is a piece of shit. Superficial bastards who so easily make friends it sickens me. I guess their logic makes sense. Then again, so does buddhism, gnosticism, the Kabbalah and the idea that I'm invisible when no one is looking. You don't so me heartily endorsing that shit.

Angsty type bullshit

2006-04-01T07:14:00.000-08:00

Whee, mom yelling at me. Fun. Says I'm antisocial and that its sad that after two years here I will have nothing to show for it, relationship wise. She's right. No photos, nothing but memories that will probably fade.

Meh, I want it that way.

I don't want to be bogged down by memories of people I'll never see again.

I don't want pictures reminding me of good times I'll never get back.

I don't want to be caught up in the past.

It's a waste of my time and it serves no purpose. I'll graduate from here, say my goodbyes, fly back him and be bloody happier for it. I'm not going to make friends for the sake of making friends. What the hell is the point of that? I said before I don't want to make any bosom chums that I can't do without because I don't ever plan on coming back here. It's hard to love a country when your feet bloody freeze for half the year.

These people are friendly. Too friendly for my taste. Because they are superficial in the way they view their friends. Random person I see everyday at school and who I happen to talk to everyday yay. Pfft. My friends are people who I love and cherish, who I'd risk my neck saving them from whatever hell comes crashing down. I don't want to make any of those friends are here. I talk to everyone at home over msn, sharing in their problems and triumphs, but only verbally. I can't solve their problems and cant truly appreciate their triumphs because I'm not there. I hate being like that. I detest being away from them and I don't want to make this kind of friend in other countries because then I will feel this way all my life. It's messed up.

Understand that my being antisocial is not because I want to be, is because I feel I need to be. For the sake of my own emotions I cannot let anything here weigh me down or else there is going to be this big gaping hole in my heart that will forever be void unless I can see them again. I already feel that way right now, let me get it cured without it happening to my with someone else.

My heart is like a jigsaw. Only a certain piece will ever be able to take a certain place. New friends never replace the old. Old friends are never forgotten. Based on that, I didn't have many true friends in primary school, compared with the number of people I actually talked to, but meh, It worked out just fine.

And by the way, I didn't like the ball. All that hype was for nothing. If I didn't go, I wouldn't have missed anything. Really. I'm not being bitter, it just had nothing really for me.

By the way, quotable quote: "Don't ask me why I love you. Ask you."

Wheeness

2006-03-29T04:23:00.000-08:00

Whee. First public performance of pianoness. I messed up at least once, but only two people really noticed. I am grateful for those two people. The playing bit was fun, the applause was ok, the congratulations ranged from happy me to pure WTF? Some were basic 'congrats that was good' type stuff. Nothing against that. One case of WTF came when a group of Year 8's mobbed me to 'shake my hand'. What in the hell? I ran out of that. Fast. Very fast. So did my bro. He was stuck in the middle with me. Whee. These people scare me.

Gave first tuition lesson. Damn that was both boring and tiring. But it is for money, and we all want money. Hopefully the crazy girl actually learned something from me. I like to earn my money.

Eyes... burning... don't bother... putting... out...

2006-03-27T06:55:00.000-08:00

Ok, my eyes burn. They let a guy with a fat ass wear a thong on TV. ON TV. It wasn't even an M rated thing, hell it was an ad. God save us.

whee

2006-03-23T03:59:00.000-08:00

Whee. Apparently, I'm going to start charging for giving tuition. Crazy girl is -still- shocked that I would think of charging her. Yeah, sorry but I don't show favouritism to my students... xD Anyway, I'm already charging minimum wage. $20 an hour. Sounded a bit steep to me and I was going to offer it at $15 since I'm new to this profession, but my mom wouldn't have it =D Should probably start advertising soon. Would like to have more than one student.

Teachers are very free with advice on how to tutor in this country. Probably a good thing. I like to earn my money. Official charging starts next week. Now is a promotionary period.

Was free dress day. Some guy took it too literally and came in a dress. Dear Lord, my eyes are a river of pain.

Whee

2006-03-22T04:52:00.000-08:00

Best. Chem. Lesson. EVER.

We chucked sodium into water just to watch it explode. How could that not be hot? First one failed due to too much wind and we all complained so much that the teacher chucked in a second bigger piece. THAT one blew up. Hawtness.

We then wanted to see if it would spontaneously combust when in contact with oxygen. It didn't, so we all blew on it just to be idiots. Some guy in the class who doesn't take chem said "Don't worry everyone, if it catches fire, I've got the hose to put it out." Yeah... I was the one to break the news to him. The look on his face pretty much said "Oh shit". Funny.

During lunch, had the conversation which just might lead to me getting my own income.

Teacher: Ah, I see you brought me a pie.
-laughter-
T: Anyway, the point is, I hear you've been tutoring (name), is that true?
Me: Reluctantly, yes.
T: Reluctantly?
M: Yeah, she isn't paying me.
-laughter-
T: Ah yes, anyway, we've been looking into getting a tutor for her but if you're willing to do it that's fine.
M: Yeah, I guess I'm ok with it. (Note the use of bombastic dialogue. Damn right I'm tutor material.)
T: Yes, and the school wouldn't want you to do this for free.
M: Oh, I understand. I wouldn't want to do it for free either.
-laughter-

Person I'm tutoring was pretty shocked that I would ask for payment. Its like, who would have expected -ME- of all people to -CHARGE- someone for my services. Bloody hell, THAT'S out of character.

Hopefully, I'll get my own income and finally be able to afford all those gifts I keep saying I'm gonna buy people. Yay. Fingers crossed and whatever other superstitous shit that superstitious people do.

The pain

2006-03-21T04:36:00.000-08:00

Meh. Had film festival for English. 3 films, all about aboriginals. Dear God the pain. To be fair, the first was pretty okish to goodish, the second was a documentary so meh, and the third was total utter crap. Then went to watch pink panther. Mehness.

Nothing

2006-03-20T04:24:00.000-08:00

Meh, went to a weird ball type thing on Friday. Everyone was saying that "this is the most important event of the year" "you will regret it for life if you don't come" yadda yadda yadda. It was ok, I guess, but nothing amazing. I had three damn plates of food. Yes dad, I can already feel your dissappointed face. I'm going out of practise. Didn't even consider dancing and spent my night folding paper lilies from the napkin type things we were given. Made five, gave them all away. 20 minutes each. Bloody hell I should have charged.

Had an essay for English. It goes towards my final mark. I totally didn't prepare and, in fact, forgot about it till English class. Made shit up on the spot. Then again, what's new.

That's right. Nothing.

What else? Meh!

2006-03-17T09:17:00.000-08:00

Meh, had a weird ball type thing. It was meh. Ok, fine, it was 'ok'. Ate three plates of food before the crazy caterer took all the food away. Meh, I was full anyway. I am ashamed of myself. I'm out of practise. Made five paper lilies. Gave them away to various people. Seriously, I wish I could say more, but there is nothing more to say. Is this one of those 'you will remember this for the rest of your life' kind of moments? Maybe. I'm not a party person. I prefer mano e mano kind of things.