Now cause Yee Hwa/Stephanie(still can't make up my mind) tagged me here comes a tag! HOT POTATOE!!

"My Perfect Lover."
RULES:
1. The tag victim has to come up with 8 different points about his/her perfect lover.
2. Have to mention the gender of his/her perfect lover.
3. Tag eight other victims to join this game and leave a comment on their blog.
4. If you are tagged the second time, there is NO need to do this again.
5. Lastly, and most importantly, HAVE FUN DOING IT.

1. Female!! WHEN I SAID FLESH IS FLESH I WAS JUST KIDDING YOU KNOW??!!!
2. Musn't be whiny needy. Must have some high degree of independance.
3. Gotta be able to handle the stress of my female friends calling me "sexy", "hotness", "cute guy" and all that stuff.
4. I think this is not exactly what I want but more or less what SHE needs. To be able to understand me. Rare as a snowflake in hell.....
5. Someone fun, crazy or almost as crappy as me. Same crappy level is just wierd. Like staring into a mirror.
6. Must look like girl. (this rule comes after all those stories I've heard from sunway *shudder*)
7. Not loose like wizard's sleeve. No loose girls or Kington gets preachy weachy. Kennit? Thankee sai. Morality upright girls.
8. Honesty. Gotta be honest most of the time. Doesn't have to be honest all the time but at least most of the time. If somethings up she's gotta let me know.

Does it really have to be 8?......

Uhhhh ok.

Yiyun
Pui Yean
HEHEHE CHEEPS!
Henry
Crap dunno who else who would actually see this tag.....
Mark?
Charlie(If the meds got you rocking you can just forget about it though)
SUH MING (If she sees it...)
Li Yan (cause it'd be fun to see the rules she'd set if she saw this)

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I can't find the vid I wanna dump here so next time then...

Met an old old friend today.

When I mean old I mean old it's like if you wanna know who I've been friends longest with you start with like Tat Ren then you pick out the others then you hit Michael then there's her.

(I shall now pretend to forget to mention her name for the pure fun of it. Don't ask me how it's fun but it makes this post a whole lot more interesting to read seriously. We've got nothing on we're not really that close but it's really a hell lot more fun.)

We had a long chat today and she's been in Thailand helping out doing volunteer work and well........Tv hibernate tv.

She's living in Shah Alam for the time being. She's driving to coll so soon we can carpool in August as she'll be moving back home then. And she's driving a car thats as tough as a tank. Talk about irony I'm driving a car that steers LIKE a tank.

I've got her number scrawled across my wrist now. Really looking forward to this carpool business. So much more fun than singing to switchfoot on the way to coll. I guess it would be fun IF I could sing.......but I can't.

Oh well. Li Sheen is giving me her notes soon. So THANKS LI SHEEN! Everyone give the cutest girl from the class of 2006 5 Jati a big round of applause!

*claps* Seriously thanks wei if you see this. I'm a dead fish without your notes.

Smell that. Yeap thats dust. *sneeze*

Just edited my blog tweak tweak a bit here and there.

I've no idea how to change my theme to a custom theme........so It's never gonna happen unless I can get some super com pro like Riz or Mich or Melly or the person who does Sue Wei's blog or Yit Tze's blog to teach/help me do it.

Mostly I just added links to the side.

Note: If I haven't linked you. Please dump a link for your website in the comments.

I'm really on a cold. So I can't remember who I added. And I'm really sneezing. With packs growing around my abdomen.....Every sneeze feels deadly.

Today was Li Yan's birthday. I didn't feel like going cause I was still feeling out of the game feeling all screwed up and all but in the end I went and we had fun. Talked about life, joked till we teared and in my case drank till my lactose intolerant stomach threw a fit.

It was all great until I saw Her. The one whom relations have been a bit icy. But I guess even the ice has thawed a bit. Even when I felt that my heart had frozen over, when I learnt how to wear the icy armor that I've gotta wear to hide all other emotions. But that didn't help 1 bit.

I felt fear pump through my veins adrenalin flowed in, blood rushed about my veins, anyone really looking might have seen me form a few extra beads of sweat, but thankfully they were all looking at her.

I looked away. I couldn't look at her. She was dressed well and with a friend she met this year. But I couldn't look. I picked up all these details in a glance. I even noticed the male friend behind her. But I still couldn't bring myself to look.

My sight dimmed I felt nauseated slightly, my heartbeat sped up my breathing became deeper, my hands began to chill. All in the span of the time it takes the escalator to travel a few steps.

Finally I knew I couldn't hide everyone else was pointing and those that knew her gave their greetings. Me as Kington the one whos supposed to be friendly to both friend and foe had to look up. It just wouldn't pass as all my friends had announced her presence.

I summoned the energy pumping in me pulled myself together smiled and waved. My knees slid off their joints unused to me suddenly twisting my nerves after 2 weeks of no emotions absolutely. And my arm obeyed as I gave a stiff wave and a slightly twisted smile. No one noticed yet again. This time I think.

But when I had to wave to her friend. Zap! There it went. Sharp. Faster reactions than me. Hannah. Dahm she's good at it. I've still gotta learn. She frowned for a fraction of a second sensing my discomfort but she smiled her smile.

But I saw it too. Jeez were both so good at seeing these things. But we never discuss these things. Academically were both prodigies at this already. Another lie detector.

As she walked on I tried to resume the jokes but I was rattled things were shaken inside of me so I cracked a few and stayed quiet for awhile. And I heard my muse humming the tune of a song which Jorrel asked:

"So I guessed you've used this song? huh?"

Come and go now as you please
Your actions write the melodies
To those songs that we sing
And you just sing

And I finally found that life goes on without you
And my world still turns when you're not around

Is this the way you want it?
Is this the way it has to be?
Sitting here beside you
When my heart's lost in New Orleans
Dreams come clever
Hearts now severed
Deep inside forever
And I am lost there

And I finally found that life goes on without you
And my world still turns when you're not around
And I finally found that life goes on without you
And my world still turns when you're not around
And I finally found that all........

Your actions write the melodies
To the songs that we sing
Your actions write the melodies
To the songs that we sing
And you just sing along out loud.....

Now I'm actually awake blogging about it I can't sleep. I don't know why.

I flicked my cd player on and it switched to that song anyway. As the drumbeats failed I hit next and a familiar favourite of mine plays.

I like it's mournfull tune well sung by the singer. I don't understand the lyrics but I feel the emotions.

Sa buhay ko'y labis ang hirap at pasakit,
Ng pusong umiibig mandi'y wala ng langit.
A ng lumigaya hinango mo sa dusa,
Tanging ikaw, sinta, ang aking pagasa...

Then I think of today again. They were walking Yiyun with Chee Hoe in hand. Out of chance she looked right and said.....

Hey it's Edwina aren't you going to go and say "Hi"?

Already did my dear friend.....Already did.

I feel like Anton Gorodetsky from "Nightwatch" feeling the stab but knowing I have to let go.

And I know it's gone but the echoes are still strong and deep. I just wish that I could stop hearing these echoes. All I feel is the guilt for ruining a strong friendship now. And I guess I treasure every friendship too much.

I'm gonna listen to Hammock and see what happens. Maybe I'll sleep. Maybe I'll finally decipher their lyricless songs.

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I know I'm not allowed to date. Not allowed to take in any girl. But my sister broke the rules in form 2. And I've only stayed true to the rules never dating, only knowing how to have a heart for friends. So my dear sister of mine if you do read this and feel like you should reproach me. There's no point I won't feel a thing. I'm no longer pursuing. And it's not for you to comfort me. And on top of it all I know the risks carried by trying especially during a-lvls.

This year my life has been full of personal problems.

Loads of it. With no end it sight. Looking like some kinda wierd downward spiral.

I wouldn't say that I've emerged from them unscathed. I even thought that I'm insulated from these things. After last year and all....I've even felt cold and distant to some of these personal problems the smaller one's. But somehow some of them. Are really trying to break me down. Tear me apart. Show that real men truly do cry.

Some of this.....I guess has warped my personality. Cracked me. Split me around my edges. And with 1st term results I think I'm about to see it buckle and split or rather burst.

I've lost my manners. Lost my morals. Lost my pride. And I'm losing friends.

I guess it's no big secret that I've got more readers than friends. And even those which are close to me are just sorta closer too. And I'm begining to offend those which I have left with my new found temper.

All my personal problems have made me draw back into myself, keeping to myself.

It's just like what my dad said to me when I started form 1.

"Keeping to yourself like that you're going to end up a loner."

I think I'm just sort of there right now anyway.

Maybe Stephanie Lim from Pe2 saw it coming, saw me withdrawing into myself. But I'm not her concern. She's my classmate's girlfriend. And to me thats where I draw my lines.

I used to hear whispering. Whispering I couldn't understand. I used to see dark shapes. Shapes which I couldn't describe or look at. But that was even when I was in college. And the nightmares. Warped as hell. It could wake a child screaming blue murder. Leave grown men curled up in a fetal position in bed eyes open with cold sweat. But I'm used to them.

The whispering still comes occasionally when I'm not paying attention to what I'm doing. I never see the shapes anymore.

But now I can't tell the time. I'd stare into space. I'd forget what I did just this morning or what I did yesterday. My past 2 weeks of holiday now seems like a smudge which I can only guarantee that I definately played a lot of dota.

I'm losing touch with the world isolating myself. I still remember the words Mar-xha said to me.

"No man is an island."

They still ring true. But I find myself becoming an island all the same. No not a tropical one maybe a nothern island in the nothern ring.

It's all happening again.

I wish I could start this whole year again. Maybe I shouldn't have come to Taylor's. Maybe I should have picked a different career line. Maybe I shouldn't have loved who I loved, hated who I hate and learnt what I know.

I wish I could just go off into another world leaving no traces, bringing no one, telling no one.

And there I'd start again after learning from my mistakes.

But this is reality and I have to fight it bone and bone, flesh and flesh, claw and nail.

But I can't taste my food anymore, I'm not sure what is pain and pleasure, I don't know what makes me happy, what makes me sad. I'm not sure if I'm still Kington inside. Familiar faces call me that but am I still Kington?

I think I'm losing it. But I can't be sure. Maybe I should write down what I am. But what am I? Slipping back and forth in the timeline of my own life. What am I?

I wonder if I really am sane anymore. Or is this what insanity feels like to a mad person? Or is this just a dream? Pinch me. Please.

I awake.

I open my eyes and the world is dark. I ache. I pain. An unknown pain racks my system. My breathing is heavy. My mind is racing but I think thats because I woke up with high brain wave activity.

I plug my headphones in my ears. Just trying to drown out the pain and get my mind to slow to a calm walk.

The cd player whirs to life. And seconds later a song plays........

You've been having trouble staying asleep
You been waking up at 4:12
You roll the voices over in your head
Then you try to put them neatly on the shelf

You watch the sun rise
You saw the darkness had no choice before the dawn
With your own eyes
And then you broke out laughing from a yawn

You said, "I'm so sorry I've been so down
I started doubting things could ever turn around
And I began to believe that all we are is material
It's nonsensical"

So you walk outside and everything's new
You're looking at the world with new eyes
As if you'd never seen the sky before this blue
As if you'd never seen the sky in your whole life
And then the phone rings
As it turns out you are already late
And now you're wondering
Is peace just a temporary state?

Switchfoot ah. "4:12". Too cheerfull. Wouldn't want the "awakening dream" to play next that would be just bad.

I jab the next key.

I'm treated to a vicously fun riff.

Burning down neverland
Scatter the ashes
White lines, black tar
The matches
Is this another dead by misadventure
Tell me what you got, what you really got
Hey hey
We'll rest in our graves
Lexington course your veins
Sleepers can't just wake the dead
When needles and lovers
Collapse on guilty beds

Fall asleep, don't fall asleep
Don't fall asleep
They lied when they said that the good die young
They lied when they said the good die young
Woah oh
They lied when they said the good die young
Stay with me
Stay with me tonight

Burning down bridges now
Scatter the ashes
Godspeed to all you're after
Is this a life left just to remember
Tell them who you are, who you really were
Hey hey
Kill yourself slowly over time (over time)
Fashion statement suicide (suicide)
She's still asleep in the Chelsea hotel
Bad turns to worse
And the worse turns into hell

Fall asleep, don't fall asleep
Don't fall asleep
God saved the eyes that are dim tonight
They lied when they said the good die young
Woah oh
They lied when they said the good die young
Stay with me
Stay with me tonight

Woah oh

They lied when they said the good die young
Woah oh
They lied when they said the good die young
Stay with me
Stay with me tonight
They lied when they said the good die young
Woah oh
They lied when they said the good die young
Stay with me
Stay with me tonight

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Thats the mv for the second song.

Insanity is by the card for this one, but for him....It's on tap.

It's time to go home.

Winding roads going out of Tropicana all head 1 way. 1 exit after all.

Speed bump. 1st gear.....Engaged, accelerator floored.

2nd gear....Engaged, accelerator floored.

3rd gear.....Engaged, accelerator.

4th gear......Engaged in 0.1 seconds. Accelerator floored.

As I wind about the roads trying to leave Tropicana and get home as fast as possible, I'm permanantly engaged in 4th gear. My mind slips I find myself thinking "where does Lydia stay?" "Wei Yew stayed there last time" and other random thoughts.

I no longer look at the road. I just use my senses to guide me. I don't see the cars. I don't see their headlights. But I know when they're coming.

At every bend I take my foot partially off the gas to slow my speed, but just as I round the bend.......The peddle hits the floor.

The moon shines brightly the stars tinkle in the distance the trees sway in the wind........As I use every inch of the road.

I know whats too fast, So I never slip.

I know whats too slow, So I'm still having fun.

And then I reach the gates.

I'm outside heading home through BU. I reach the white line.

1st gear.....Engaged, accelerator floored.

2nd gear....Engaged, accelerator floored.

3rd gear.....Engaged, accelerator.

4th gear......Engaged in 0.1 seconds. Accelerator floored.

This is 1 hella boring hols.

I'm cooped up at home. Every attempt to go out is met with a fierce interrogation about.....

Where did I get the money to spend?
How come I've got so much money?
Where am I going?
Who am I seeing?
What time will I be home?
What do I intend to eat?
Have I been to the gym today?

I guess thats pretty discouraging but........It's only happened twice this holiday.

I'm just stuck at home with nothing to do. My friends are not on hols. And my other friends who ARE on hols.......Expecting an outing with them is kind of like rain the desert.......RARE........VERY rare.

So I'm just stuck at home. Err yeah Yiyun if you're worried...I really have started studying again.

A few months back Pui Cheng said she likes the jokes I write on my blog.

That shocked me. SHE UNDERSTOOD THEM???!!!

Actually I kinda took a stab at her for not talking to me. Ok Pui Cheng sorry cause I was feeling down on my luck at the time and incredibly grumpy even as you were talking to me.

Yeah well back to the humour.

I guess my humour has always really been cynical. Deeply cynical and sometimes(more often than not) I take a shot at myself and other people.

I really don't see why only some people get my jokes really. I can't really figure it out.

But I ABSOLUTELY love making cynical jokes. At least all my close buds get it.

I have no idea whats the point of this post except maybe to apologise. I'm still half asleep as I'm typing it anyway.

More updates soon. Maybe this post is just for me to get my writing groove back.

The Border is a deep black. Somehow the black of the Border is a different black from the black of the boy's clothes. It looks like the black of Death's robes but he doesn't know that.

The boy examines the build of the Border. It's built in a castle fashion from shiny slate rock the wall is about 8 feet high. Low enough for taller men to try climbing over but too smooth for anyone to try climbing over.

The boy decides to travel along the Border in hope that it gets shorter somewhere or has a gap.

He walks for 2 days along the Border. With no sign of it getting shorter.

The victims of this realm all don't need to find food. They've got plenty of Pain to eat.

Full of frustration from following this endless wall even with his incredible patience he snaps finally. He sobs silently as he continues following the wall. Leaving wet teardrops around the bloody footsteps in the glass.

He spots an oddly shaped long knife. Rusted, chipped but of a studier make. Oddly cool to the touch but it's origin unknown. The boy picks it up.

The howls of the Hounds begin again. The boy scans the horizon and sees a small pack coming towards him.

He grips the knife in 2 hands. As the beasts draw nearer he readies himself emotionally for the impending pain but he figures he might as well get himself ready to finally kill one of those damned beasts.

The Knife of Emotions sometimes appears to sufferers in this realm. Those who succeed in wielding it normally gain something.....But there never is a guarantee what they gain.

The boy doesn't know he wields it.

He hacks at the hounds as they assault him. A larger pack than yesterday. He dodges quick and plunges the blade into the head of a slower hound. A lucky stab. But sometimes all you need is a little grace from God. The rest ignore their fallen comrade and tackle the boy to the floor going for the same thing his heart and guts again.

He slashes wildly at the hounds trying to succeed in reducing their numbers until the hounds begin biting his hands and he loses grip.

Twilight comes.

The boys gets up noticing that he's recovered faster. He spots the body of the hound laying nearby he also finds the knife.

He decides to vent his fury on the corpse.

His hatred of getting mauled by a pack of beasts with blunt teeth, his unhappiness of being caught in this wretched place for so long, his hate of having been unable to find someone to help him and most of all his sorrow for being alone all this time.

He makes a pelt of the hound a small one but a pelt all the same.

He eats the flesh picking the bones clean. The meat bitter. Like bitter pain, but all the same he eats it all because of his anger.

After eating it all which wasn't much he went to sleep.

Daylight breaks.

The child wakes feeling uneasy. He finds the knife still with him the pelt still there the bones along with broken glass under his feet and realises he's still stuck there but at least he's finally got back at the Hounds.

He wraps the bones in his shirt and ties the sleeves together as a bag and uses the pelt to cover his body. He follows the walls yet again.

A few hours pass.

He stops to rest and sits on the pelt oddly offering protection from the broken glass.

He hears a tap. Like a staff tapping a stone. He looks around and notices the shadow of the wall has changed. He glances up and sees a robed figure with a scythe.

He realises it's Death.

He's stunned with fear. He doesn't dare make a move.

Then Death rears the scythe back.

The child closes his eyes glad to be finally free from this land from this wretched world.

He waits for awhile about 5 minutes and then he finally opens his eyes. He sees that Death has gripped his scythe a few inches below the blade and is offering the end to the boy.

The wooden end so he can help the boy climb over the wall.

The young child looks at Death a malevelont figure looming over him standing on the wall with eyes full of gratitude.

Then Death speaks, with a gravely voice hollow and old.

"Would you be willing to serve me? In exchange I take you out of this world."
The boy merely reaches out and grabs the stick. Sobbing gently as he does so.

Sobbing because he has finally escaping the world after being stuck there for 5 years which felt like an eternity.

On the horizon a small shadow is spotted. It's owner too far away too small on the field of vision to be seen.

The owner of the shadow draws nearer. It's merely a young boy of about 10 or so possibly younger. Far too young to be here but yet he's undeniably here. His clothes are a deep shade of black. His hair is long, messy, matted with dirt and also a deep black.

On closer inspection some of his skin seems to be raw yet not rotting, his feet are bleeding leaving bloody footprints on the sand. The bloody footprints and his raw skin, don't seem so out of place compared to those others in the land.

His face is a permanant grimace of pain. His features an odd mix of characteristic looking slightly asian yet eastern european at the same time. Some would call it more asian but others would call it more european.

Those bloody footprints and raw skin. They should be out of place anywhere else but not here. Not in the Realms of Pain.

A casual examination of the surroundings reveal a vast desert with no end stretching in all directions but in reality The Desert of Broken Glass isn't infinite there is a border to it. The Desert of Broken Glass is merely part of the Realms of Pain. What sets this desert apart is it's way of making it's sufferers feel lonely and in constant pain from the glass and the burning sun.

The sand of the Desert isn't really sand either. It's all shards of broken glass, giving the desert it's name. Glak'h Tur in the Death Babble of the dead.

The boy begins to run. Howls fly across the desert. A pack of beasts about the size of small dogs with unnatural speed appear on the horizon appear to be in pursuit of the boy. Their furs made out of needles with malice in their howls and faces. Their teeth all as blunt as rocks. Yet the problem is they'll still bite till they get their fill. The Hounds of Pain. They exist all over the realm.

It's obvious the boy won't outrun them. He comes to a stop the glass crunching under his feet. It hurts but he knows those beasts will hurt more. He just wants to try and dodge them.

Foolish.

They reach him, they don't bother to stop running they just pounce like true predators. The boy ducks sideways but the others are still coming even as the first hound picks itself up obviously uncut by the glass.

They Hounds attack in unision from all angles. The boy is thrown to the floor as the hounds begin to bite at him. It's obvious from the way the hounds bite. They're not trying to kill. They're trying to hurt as much as possible.

Those blunt teeth crunch around arms, chest, ears, fingers, legs, toes, flanks, ribs you name it they bite it. All except the face. So the Keepers or the Reapers can recognise the body.

The hounds begin to bite they don't bother to maim the boy. They bite into his guts aiming for his heart. The boy's screams of pain should be filling the air but his face is merely in shock horror. Contorted in a silent scream of pain.

Night falls. The hounds have left the body. The sands shifts bringing the body to the Land of The Dead.

A groan comes from the body. The boy gets up. With the wounds still gaping open. Signifying that he has passed through the pain but he hasn't recovered.

His clothes are whole again. He takes off the shirt and bundles it under his head as a pillow.

He knows he can't die.

He sleeps silently a silent sleep full of nightmares in a fetal position. The sands shifts due to the winds during the night cutting all of those who choose to sleep in these dunes.

Daylight comes his wounds have closed mostly giving him a better appearance. He puts the shirt back on to cover the gaping wounds.

He spots a black object on the horizon. He realises it's a Border. Walls which the victims of this place have to climb over to escape. He should know. Many have climbed over his back onto the other side of the Borders without bothering to fullfill their end of the promise to help him over too.

This wall looks different though. He senses it. Smart boy.

He looks to the sky. Cloudy yet none provide him shade. So he begins his walk towards the Border

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I got the inspiration for this story from a picture I drew during the A-levels Easter break.

There's still more to come.

2971 messages.

Yes thats exactly how many messages my phone had at 4.

I just totally cleared out my inbox. So I've got none at the moment.

Before that a quick glance at the first few messages would generally yield.

"Daniel Hon"
"Xiao Hui"
"Keong"
"Khai Sim"
"yean Pui"
"yuih Hui"

And the occasional message from Jorrel, Wei Yew, Chew Xindee and other random people.

But if your pushed the stick up.....You would have seen the names of the 2 people mentioned in my previous post turn up.

Those are the oldest messages in my phone.

Since my phone only displays 3 at a time you'd see 2 from the one which relations have been icy. And 1 from the buddy that sorta drifted away.

I guess that just reminds me I shouldn't screw up anymore.

But then again........2971 MESSAGES!!! A LOT WEI!!!!!!!

I wonder how far back do they go....

Too late to ponder about that.

Then again my phones a bit wrecked on the downside. Bleh.

If only my sis's phone didn't get stolen I'd be using a k-700i till I finally get under a contract and get my own phone.

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Still feeling ill today but better. Yesterday ss2 had a freaking night market so couldn't possible see my doc without enduring a constipated jam.

You know us students always interested in the marking scheme.

I'm pretty sure this is how the marking scheme truly is.

Laid down by a true veteran marker. This is THE way to mark papers.

I think I should give out tuition soon.

http://www.concurringopinions.com/archives/2006/12/a_guide_to_grad.html

Very sick at the moment so I'm not sure if my english is correct.

P.A.N.I.C.S. (people acting normal in crazy ass situations) says:
O_O
P.A.N.I.C.S. (people acting normal in crazy ass situations) says:
ten goals?
P.A.N.I.C.S. (people acting normal in crazy ass situations) says:
real life?
FOJ mike and the ten goal story says:
yeah...i'm proud of it
P.A.N.I.C.S. (people acting normal in crazy ass situations) says:
U SICK SHIT HOW COULD U BULLY 6 YEAR OLDS
FOJ mike and the ten goal story says:
try 6 times 3 plus 2
FOJ mike and the ten goal story says:
thats the age of the people we bullied
P.A.N.I.C.S. (people acting normal in crazy ass situations) says:
-_-
P.A.N.I.C.S. (people acting normal in crazy ass situations) says:
wth
P.A.N.I.C.S. (people acting normal in crazy ass situations) says:
how could u bully disableds....
FOJ mike and the ten goal story says:
try people with healthy strong legs
P.A.N.I.C.S. (people acting normal in crazy ass situations) says:
juz 1 or 2?
FOJ mike and the ten goal story says:
5
FOJ mike and the ten goal story says:
its futsal
P.A.N.I.C.S. (people acting normal in crazy ass situations) says:
XD
FOJ mike and the ten goal story says:
5 a side
P.A.N.I.C.S. (people acting normal in crazy ass situations) says:
i meant how many legs for each guy
FOJ mike and the ten goal story says:
we should put something like this on bash.org
P.A.N.I.C.S. (people acting normal in crazy ass situations) says:
since u meant 5 for each side........
P.A.N.I.C.S. (people acting normal in crazy ass situations) says:
and it's futsal
P.A.N.I.C.S. (people acting normal in crazy ass situations) says:
50 legs
P.A.N.I.C.S. (people acting normal in crazy ass situations) says:
><
P.A.N.I.C.S. (people acting normal in crazy ass situations) says:
XD
FOJ mike and the ten goal story says:
"you really scored 10 goals in soccer"
"yes, and i'm proud of it"
"how dare you bully 6 yr olds!!"
"try 6x3+2"
"how dare you bully cripples!!"
"cripples with a healthy body and two strong and healthy legs"
"how dare you bully gay people you slept with the night before"
"fuck you"
P.A.N.I.C.S. (people acting normal in crazy ass situations) says:
lol
P.A.N.I.C.S. (people acting normal in crazy ass situations) says:
so did they really haf 10 legs each?
FOJ mike and the ten goal story says:
sounds like something for bash.org
FOJ mike and the ten goal story says:
no...
FOJ mike and the ten goal story says:
two healthy pair of legs
FOJ mike and the ten goal story says:
!!!
P.A.N.I.C.S. (people acting normal in crazy ass situations) says:
so that makes 4?
FOJ mike and the ten goal story says:
I MEAN ONE
FOJ mike and the ten goal story says:
AAARGH!!!
FOJ mike and the ten goal story says:
hmm..another gem for bash.org
P.A.N.I.C.S. (people acting normal in crazy ass situations) says:
so 1 leg?
P.A.N.I.C.S. (people acting normal in crazy ass situations) says:
like a legclops?
FOJ mike and the ten goal story says:
ONE PAIR OF LEGS!! CONNECTED TO THEIR CROTCH!!! CONNECTED TO THE REST OF THEIR UN-REATRDED BODY!!!
P.A.N.I.C.S. (people acting normal in crazy ass situations) says:
HOLY SHIT
P.A.N.I.C.S. (people acting normal in crazy ass situations) says:
TO THE CROTCH????
FOJ mike and the ten goal story says:
legs are connected to the crotch right?
P.A.N.I.C.S. (people acting normal in crazy ass situations) says:
erh....
P.A.N.I.C.S. (people acting normal in crazy ass situations) says:
end of torsos i guess
FOJ mike and the ten goal story says:
hips...my bad
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Intentional taunting leads to one of the wackiest one's ever!!

(I used to put the panics there before I got the blog)

Over the years I've saved a lot of wierd convos that happened over msn. Be it by intention or sheer coincidence.......

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♥ pui yean* ; says:
We are such geniuses .
Itchy finger..... @ http://the-bite.blogspot.com/ says:
then got a bit of rain rolling down the window also
♥ pui yean* ; says:
Is that the correct plural ?
Itchy finger..... @ http://the-bite.blogspot.com/ says:
and the room must be dark dark
♥ pui yean* ; says:
Or is the plural form Genia ?
♥ pui yean* ; says:
HAHAHHAHAHHA
Itchy finger..... @ http://the-bite.blogspot.com/ says:
i think it is
Itchy finger..... @ http://the-bite.blogspot.com/ says:
got forbid it's genia
♥ pui yean* ; says:
HAHAHHAHAHA
♥ pui yean* ; says:
Super funny la
♥ pui yean* ; says:
I'm really laughing
♥ pui yean* ; says:
I should type LOL
Itchy finger..... @ http://the-bite.blogspot.com/ says:
i know
Itchy finger..... @ http://the-bite.blogspot.com/ says:
when you type HAHAHAHAHHHA
Itchy finger..... @ http://the-bite.blogspot.com/ says:
and the "HH" comes together.....i can tell
♥ pui yean* ; says:
HAHAHAHHAHAHA
♥ pui yean* ; says:
Oh look I did it again
♥ pui yean* ; says:
ANYWAY
♥ pui yean* ; says:
I should create a legend for my laughing man
♥ pui yean* ; says:
like HAHAHHAHAHHA is I'm really laughing
♥ pui yean* ; says:
HAHA is I find it funny but not laughign yet
♥ pui yean* ; says:
HAHA ! is I find it quite funny and therefore I'm laughing in my brain or at least smiling
♥ pui yean* ; says:
LOL ! is I find it amusing
♥ pui yean* ; says:
Lol is okla abit funny la
Itchy finger..... @ http://the-bite.blogspot.com/ says:
mwehehehe?
♥ pui yean* ; says:
Ha ha is the slightly sarcastic laugh
♥ pui yean* ; says:
Mweheheh is the gleeful laughter
♥ pui yean* ; says:
MWAHAHAHHAHAH is completely evil
♥ pui yean* ; says:
BUAHAHAHA is I've gone crazy wtf
♥ pui yean* ; says:
HAHA !
Itchy finger..... @ http://the-bite.blogspot.com/ says:
eh.....
♥ pui yean* ; says:
Okla change abit
Itchy finger..... @ http://the-bite.blogspot.com/ says:
honestly speaking
♥ pui yean* ; says:
HAHA ! is I'm laughing a bit also .
Itchy finger..... @ http://the-bite.blogspot.com/ says:
i thought i was the mad 1 between the 2 of us?
♥ pui yean* ; says:
You are !
♥ pui yean* ; says:
Aren't you ?
Itchy finger..... @ http://the-bite.blogspot.com/ says:
suddenly i'm not sure!!
♥ pui yean* ; says:
):
Itchy finger..... @ http://the-bite.blogspot.com/ says:
MWAHAHAHAHAHA
♥ pui yean* ; says:
Ultimate evilness !
♥ pui yean* ; says:
Oh wait
♥ pui yean* ; says:
That one not so evil yet
♥ pui yean* ; says:
Cause it's a carefully laughed laugh .
♥ pui yean* ; says:
A sakai evil laugh would be like MWAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAH
Itchy finger..... @ http://the-bite.blogspot.com/ says:
fine fine fine
Itchy finger..... @ http://the-bite.blogspot.com/ says:
MWAHAHAHAHHHHAHHAHAHHAHHHAHAHHA
Itchy finger..... @ http://the-bite.blogspot.com/ says:
*throws hands in the air for added effect*
Itchy finger..... @ http://the-bite.blogspot.com/ says:
*throws head back too*
♥ pui yean* ; says:
Okay that's like ultimate penultimate already
Itchy finger..... @ http://the-bite.blogspot.com/ says:
i dahm pro with evil laughs
Itchy finger..... @ http://the-bite.blogspot.com/ says:
i practice
♥ pui yean* ; says:
I can tell -___-"
Itchy finger..... @ http://the-bite.blogspot.com/ says:
don't i get a Ha ha?
♥ pui yean* ; says:
Fine you're so cool ha ha .
♥ pui yean* ; says:
XD
Itchy finger..... @ http://the-bite.blogspot.com/ says:
Yay
♥ pui yean* ; says:
You're welcome ?
♥ pui yean* ; says:
LOL !
Itchy finger..... @ http://the-bite.blogspot.com/ says:
I'm soooooooo saving this convo
♥ pui yean* ; says:
WhY ? XD
♥ pui yean* ; says:
Omg post on blog HAHAHAHHAHAHHA

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There's definately more to come la but this thing so panjang can repair road already.

If you understood the panjang joke it proves you read enough newspaper so pat yourself on the back.

Now everyone will know how the Yeannyloops laughs.....

Been feeling extra pissed off today cause I've 3 days of nightmares in a row so far.

So I woke up cranky, got even crankier saw a few friends cooled off...but.....INEVEITABLE GOT CRANKY AGAIN.

So I clicked on Kar Leng's Blog thingy and checked out what animal I am.

You Were a Cougar

You are a great leader who has dominance without ego. You are wickedly cunning and off the scale confident.

Feeling a bit better about myself.....But the confidence thing I'm not too sure...

Nothing lasts forever

Good quote.

Bleh been looking pretty grumpy wumpy and down and out around college recently.

Bleh even steph lim replace her usual "Hi Kington" with "Are you ok?" or "Whats wrong?".

I'm not really sure myself but it sure has made me pretty quiet saying about 150 words per day really is a far cry from my usual self I guess. So yeah sorry guys if I've been acting a little nutso or you've been getting too much of a bad vibe.

I think it's really just the fact that I've just drifted apart from 2 really good buds.

I was getting along fine with both of them la in the begining of this year but then suddenly I said the wrong stuff to one of them and the other just kinda ignores me.

So now..........When I talk to one I'm met with kinda an icy wall of "officio" like the kind of cordial conversation that seems forced and fake at the same time. The sharper one's generally feel the chills coming from us when we talk.....which happens about once every......few days now compared to everday in the begining.

Maybe it's my fault but I think I've apologised enough. I guess I'm done caring lah so yeah MOVING ON.

The other is this bud that I thought I'd never get close to. After being classmates for 2 years and all and only talking occasionally so it's kinda strange that we looked like best buds and stuff like that.

Things really picked up between us then she found a significant other and we just kinda slowly broke off. She just sorta ignores me these days.

Well at least we're still good buds unlike the other 1.......Too icy and too cold.

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Still appreaciate my "brothers" though.

My classmates keep asking me why I only sms guys.

Well it's cause we're really too much like brothers. We love to annoy the &*(&)* outa each other.

On the other hand..........I suddenly get to see Mar-xha again. Regularly. How odd life flips eh? Got a new old friend back again.

That massive palm tree that has a been the landmark for my house for years and years was finally cut down so that we could have the plant grow new again.

But first we have to unearth a sapling from the whole chunk of it then replant it.

We started at 8 quit at 9. When we were all blistered and couldn't make any progress.

We had a little knife and the trusty cangkul.

When I say knife it's kinda misleading cause it's actually a gardener's knife without the pole.

So what could be so hard about digging it up and replanting it? The freaking roots. Dahm hard to remove.

*Cangkul cangkul cangkul* Eh not earth wei like some block of wood there.
*goes in with "knife"* *hack hack hack hack* WAH TOUGH WEI *hack hack hack* =(

So yeah we quit for the time being but we bought an axe to go through the freaking wood. I'll take a pic of it soon. Quite freaky.

My arms ache from hacking so furiously. I mean like not even a human could be so tough.

So now.........Axe versus tree. *bloodlusts/saplusts*

There sat the team's captain with the right side of his face rested in his open right hand.

His left side open with his left eye moving restlessly around.

His left arm was being tended to by the Head medic.

Needle after needle after injection and injection and numerous IVs pumped into his arm.

Trading blood for power. Such a painfull yet high yield method. There's no resisting it when you figure it out.

All those injections and IVs are important to keep the captain alive. He would dry up if left to regenerate on his own.

Jokingly he comments to the medic that he's a drug junkie with all the needles going in. The medic retorts he's just a blood junkie.

The IV bags are switched. After 1 week of staying on watch with no sleep and fighting every few hours. It's still a wonder that he only needs 7 litres of blood. He's one tough captain.

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Report of the Grey team:

We found the Captain awake among the pile of bodies. The flare he fired led us to him. There was no denying it when we saw it. He was definately going to die. He was cut all over but his complexion was such a deathly white and the bloodspill from his wounds was barely even dripping. It made no sense that he suddenly stood up and asked us where is our vehicle.

The damage he did to the surrounding terrain meant that we had to walk 5 miles back to the transport. We offered to carry him on a stretcher. He replied that he needed to stretch his legs.

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The IVs are to keep the flow constant but large capacity syringes are used to pump the blood back into him as a quick entry to prevent him from dying. A total of 3.5 litres was injected back into him. Giving him a better colour. Other medics were patching his other wounds back up. It's no good to have the blood flow out from the wounds while they're still refilling him.

When questioned why he was holding his face. He said he was trying to look cool. That and he was feeling dizzy.

When he's done healing which will be in about a day due to the endless bleeding and regeneration. He will start planning the next attack.

Such is the life in the Darkhat Team working for the Black King.

Somehow we know he'll always live even if facing a 100 fierce men with only a chopstick for a spear and a leaf for a shield. Cause it's so bloody him to steal a weapon from a dead body which he made by putting the chopstick through the unfortunate man.

We can't possibly lose this Oddesy. Not with him at least.

Just had this massive dinner feasting session.

6 chicken wings. The pile on my plate was so HUGE WEI. I was like WTH!!!??? WHERE DID ALL THE FLESH GO???!!!

And every morning after a monstrous pig out session I wake up change clothes for the day and I realise..........Hey stomach a bit bulgy eh? *stops slouching and sees stomach cave inwards* DARN.

UNFAIR WORLD!!!!!

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On a side note. I tried downloading a Hammock album and the download failed at 99%. AFTER A 3 HOUR DOWNLOAD!!!!! ARGH!!!



Teee hee VADER.

On reaching home from taylors and a little bit of com parts shopping I was treated to one of the most unnerving piece of news today.

I CAN'T say what it is but lets just say........If my girlfriend (if I had one)came to me and said that she found out from our dna test or something that we are actually siblings.

The shock would be VERY bad. But this on it's own comes pretty dahm near on it's own.

No there's no extra-marital affair happening here nor a divorce or stuff like that.

It's something else that nobody could ever guess. It was so outlandish for the first time in months I've felt my blood run cold on hearing bad news. Those who have been watching my life.......Already know how bad is bad news.

A real balls kecut moment.

*sigh* So for now dahm bummed out. Don't know how I'm going to get the semangat to go do any homework today.

AND NO A GIRL DID NOT JUST TURN ME DOWN. That is much preferred to this suddenly.

Suddenly all those people ranting about love problems and friendship problems seem so unserious and trivial at the moment. It suddenly feels like it's just a little itsy bitsy unbitchy problem that you get everyday. Pretty much as bad as running out of toilet paper while on the can or sneezing on your own shirt or having curry splatter all over your white fav shirt. I wish my problems were only as big as that. Sadly they were until earlier today only.

Cause getting turned down is just painfull. But this is something even worse.........an emotion comparable with obsidian. Black as hell. I think I'll just turn in early anyway.

A harmless question like that provided me hours of fun!

I wish Jorrel would ask me more crazy stuff like that.

So there we were yesterday. 1 Taylor's student dressed as adolescent as possible, 1 guy in a sheep shirt looking rather student with a hevasack, 1 kancil and 1 cd of Jorrel's pick of music. :) ANBERLIN!!!

So the 2 of us hopped into my kancil. And we headed off to Help. When we got there we realised we were kinda like a solo grave digger WHO FORGOT TO BRING A LADDER TO WORK(stuck in a 6 feet deep hole which was dug by yourself)

Pui Yean couldn't arrange a meeting for us and Jorrel's long lost super ancient friend. So we started calling everyone we knew in Help a-lvls.

Throughout the bus ride and the car ride we had the following conversation.

K: So Jorrel any details I should know about her?
J: Ok, You're Jorrel Too and In std 5 you were in 5 rambutan and in std 6 you were in 6 cempedak.
K: Got it, 5 rambutan 6 cempedak. Anything else?
J: We were both prefects and she was in the board.
K: Did you work under her?
J: No.
K: Anything else apart from that?
J: Like what?
K: Any special habits she has that sets her apart from other people? Cause normally I talk about someone's special habits when that person can't remember me and it embaresses them extremely.
J: Forget it Kington.

I'm lazy to tell the whole donkey storey because it's slightly pointless. But.........

When she saw Jorrel. She was like........

SM: Hey you're Jorrel right?
J: Sorry? No I don't know who you're talking about sorry.
SM: Oh sorry then.

RIGHT THERE AND THEN I FELT A DEEP POUNDING IN MY CHEST LIKE WHEN I'M SUSPECTED OF TAKING THE LAST COOKIE IN THE COOKIE JAR ADMIST A GREAT BIG CAMP OF HOMOSEXUAL CANNIBALS.

So they went to the lift. So I stalked cap down and all.

SM: The lift is going down you know?
J: Yeah I know.

I was standing in the corner of the lift tieing my shoelace thinking.......CONFIRM THEY KNOW SOMETHING IS AMISS LA.

So we just followed them to Rotiman and when we got there I leaned forward raised my cap showed my face and waved. When they looked at me I asked....

K: Hey remember me?
SM: Yeah, You're someone I don't know but *points at Jorrel* he's Jorrel.
J: *Sigh* *frustration*

She knew there was something wrong when I was stalking her already. So we just followed them to the bus stop. And they left for the main campus and I stayed to go pick up Pui Yean. In the end Pui Yean didn't want to go to main campus to eat...So...Shitbag.

The whole time Jorrel was getting a lot of flak for being long lost lovers with her or something. When I got there it was up to me to figure out how to get to Kfc on my own. To be honest. I had no idea. So I just walked straight along with a VERY vague idea where I was and where it was.

When I got there. I made them forget the flak-ing session. Ala-rib busting humour!

Finally after numerous jokes and fooling around. With Jo looking at me and laughing and looking at Suet Mey with a horny look. We left Help eventually.

I never got to see Pui Yean again nor talk to Kar Leng much but oh well it was fun anyway.

Syok sendiri.

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On a side note. As some of you guys know I hate difficult situations, BUT I LOVE TROUBLE.

And since this is a difficult 1 I shall mention it here.

I DON'T HAVE THE HOTS FOR EDWINA LA SIAL.

Such a bother.

I mentioned it was a score to see her every morning. IT IS FOR ANY GUY TO HAVE A CHUN/CUTE/HOT/PRETTY GIRL IN THE CAR EVERY MORNING.

It's only because I mentioned her here la. I've ferried many other CHUN/CUTE/HOT/PRETTY GIRL(s) in my car. But being the nature of my sparse updates I just never bothered to mention it here la.

Incessant questions I receive from seniors AND JUNIORS. Peers normal la. You lick a tree in front of your bud he's gonna ask if you have a tree fetish.

So here's something for you guys to gossip........................

I think Jessica Alba is hot. Slurp~

Inspired by the stuff I read on written by PinkPau.

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The sound of the dripping. There's the sound of rain on the roof like little feet tapdancing. There's no light apart from the glow of the moon casting it's feeble rays into the darkness of my room.

The house is quiet apart from the wind from the half open window whistling around my room.

The tingling sensation of the wind caressing my skin reminds me of the time where I sat with Joel on a wall discussing life and the "Open field". It's been many months since that day. I reflect on what I've learnt from him that night.

Drip.

The sound of another drop joining it's brothers on the floor in a pool.

It's colour and the moonlight shining on it gives it a dark look as if it's really a deep pool.

I glance at the clock and I see it's yellow digital face telling me "3:30"

I shift myself in my seat. And I pick up the blade and make another cut.

I feel the joy of a job well done with this line much better than the last 1.

I examine at my work I see where the stuff has flowed over my palm in between my knuckles and down a few fingers.

Another drop falls off my middle finger to join the rest of them on the floor.

The moonlight catches it.

It gleams like a black pearl.

Yet it shines and glows as if it has a light source from within.

Ploop.

It hits the pool on the floor. The pool of blood and energy on the floor.

I hope I can still wake up tomorrow.

And I'm asleep before the next drop hits the floor dreaming of blue skies, white clouds and how life is just a long torment that we have to endure.

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I know I said I don't listen to mainstream music but recently I've found myself strangely addicted to this.



Mar-xha if you're reading this, I think they're improving. Maybe we should give them another look? Haven't checked out the other songs though.

PE4 Is dahm hip hop yea!!

Innit!!

In PE4 taylors CAL there's a few hip hop brothers.

Edwyn and Gan.

These fellas are dahm the bomb wei they can really move. Dahm yeng.

I feel dahm inspired to learn all this hip hop shitzo.

Innit yea?

I think I'll be joining the classes soon.

Here's a sneak peek.



Azmer the shuffling king!!

Spm is over........

The wait has ended........

I got semi good grades..........

7A1's 1A2 and 2B's are ok considering the fact that the 2B's are throwaway subjects like moral and est.

I got A2 for bm Lovely.

To celebrate/ease the pain we went to 1U and watched 300.

FREAKING AWESOME MAN!!!

ENOUGH GOUTS OF BLOOD TO SHAME OLD FAITHFULL IN YELLOWSTONE PARK.


I WANT MORE BLOOD!!!!!

The story.

King Leonidas (OOOooo another king...kingky) leads 300 Spartans the finest soldiers of ancient greece against a vast Persian army(led by a God KING) to fight for Sparta's freedom.

Good enough reason to fight in my book.

The King doesn't really get the Approval permit to go to war so he assembles a force of 300 (hence the movie's name) and quietly(cheng kai kai) goes south to fight the persian army.

When they get there they find a massive army begging for their blood to be spilled in beautifull slow motion like ballerinas with blades, spears and shields with ripped abs and leather loin cloths on.
I feel bloodthirsty again.....

Where's starbucks?



Sword and shield? Eh spear la.

These brave over buff men manage to hold out well against the Persian army killing loads of persians along the way.
NONE OF THEM HAVE THE YELLOW CHEESE!!! THEY CHEATED US!!



Unable to stand the humiliation the Persian king starts sending it more powerfull stuff.

AKA DUMBO.

WE CAN FLY!!!!!

And when Dumbo fails to fly the Persian king feels cheated and sends in the nastiest things.

The powerpuff girls.

Life would be easier if it was cute right? Asian Immortals la.

We got cheated on starbucks I shall now immitate one of the 7 dwarves. Grumpy.

So yeah the movie is a good watch with glorious visuals and all and yeah for the straight women men with 6 packs.

Now go watch 300!!!! Worth all 11 ringgit.

Having an overtly "spectacular" week so far.

Sat had a nightmare..........OH BOY A NIGHTMARE!!!!! HAVEN'T HAD ONE OF THOSE IN A LONG TIME!!!!! OH JOY OH JOY!!!

I've been having really shitty sleep all week. I keep getting up at 5 glancing at the clock and then deciding to go back to sleep having really shitty sleep and waking up feeling wasted.

Today TUC main campus power failed so we had to run on generator.

'I think taylors forgot to pay their power bill"
"thats probably true"
"I sure hope they paid their water bill"
"That would really be hell"

Well life was pretty horrid today. Sweltering heat from no airconditioning.

Provoked the question.

Are we in hell?

So instead of further grumbling I shall parody my misery.


I was so down I forgot to irritate Eng Huat.

I was so down and tired I didn't hop up and down shouting "OMG IT'S STEPH WEI!!" when I saw Steph.

I was so down I forgot to cha Xin Dee.

I was so down I forgot to peep at other guys in the toilet.

I was so down I forgot to flirt with my editor.

I was so down I made the weights heavier at the gym.

I think I should quit I think I've just lost my sense of humour.

This came to me the other day as I was washing my hands and looking into the mirror.

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Because there is no such thing as a perfect mirror therefore we can never really see ourselves for what we are.
After all mirrors only provide a reflections from an angle.
Even human eyes see things from 2 different angles.
And the surfaces are smooth to our eyes but there's no proof that it really is smooth so we will never see ourselves as others see us too.

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Looking into a mirror we are treated to a sight of ourselves albeit reversed a sideways reverse.
For a lack of a perfect mirror there is also no perfect reflection so there will also never be a perfect opposite of what we are.
Even if we were to find someone that could come close to being a reverse of everything we are it is still dismissable because who could prove it?


Being that way wouldn't everyone be even more unique?

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I've got too much free time recently so these kind of things are spewing out of my head.

Okay men listen up.

Jorrel isn't around to inspire.

So a collection of his works. And of course whatever I've learnt from him.

Su Ann do you know why he doesn't feel the pain from his wounds? It's because he's basking in your beauty.

It came out something like that. I was all covered in wounds and bleeding so Jorrel came up with that when Su Ann asked about pain.

If 'right' is leaving he'd rather be wrong.

That was pitched at Su Yi about another guy.

I can't really remember too much of it cause it comes out often..

But I've learnt from him.

In ancient times they thought the moon had magic because it could fly without wings in the night sky. But the beauty I see before me here is truly magic to me.

All saved up for future use.

With beauty like yours everything else becomes a blur to his eyes.

Edited from use on last Friday I think.

Even blind men can see beauty as great as yours.

Also in the bank.

I'm very good at steadying my emotions but why does my heart flutter whenever I see you.

In the bank too.

What power does the lords of hell have over the damned if the damned can never dream of heaven? To me you're my heaven. And I'm like the damned.

Inspired by Neil Gaiman. He wrote that in the comic about Dream of the Endless.

I'll tambah more when I figure out more.

Wednesday is coming!!

YEAH BABY I GOT MY LICENSE!!!

I know la super delayed........

I'm driving to school everyday now apart from those days where my dad isn't around and I hitch a ride in Edwina's car. (REAL SCORE I TELL YOU)

Setback is........I don't get to see her chun face on the way to school.

And I have to endure the stress of driving.

I tell you ah dahm stress especially when you get traumatised by getting in an accident before.

Next week I'm driving Edwina to school everyday. And I'm gonna see the Fat doc about a snaky looky thingy in me.

Wish me luck on both counts.

Things haven't really been very good recently.

Cloud passing over my life clouds it but occasionally a ray of sunlight comes through and illuminates it.

My grandfather passed away just this monday.
I spend most of my days grumpy because I see some people that really gets my goat.
I'm having a hard time adjusting to the new enviroment in college and it's already the third week.
And that darn shadow of mine keeps "whispering" to me pleading for me to make more use of it.

But.......

I passed my driving exam without bribing!
I've met some really nice people in college!
I thought I'd never get along with Edwina but now I follow her home almost daily.
And that shadow does offer some usefull things.....

Oh well every problem hurled at me in the course of my life is only there for me to appreaciate the good more and I believe I won't get anything massively bad hurled at me till I capable enough handle it.

Whew.

Hello bloggie long time no postie!!!

Been reading a lot of deadpool lately so I've got my psycho, witty semi sarcastic sense of humour back.



Great stuff.

Benji if ur reading this.......do you have their album?

It's really not all it's cracked up to be!!!

ILLUSIONS!!! JUST LIKE THAT ILLUSION THAT F4 IS A HONEYMOON YEAR!!!!

SCAMMED!!!

Okay maybe I'm over-reacting....Maybe it doesn't have to be as wild as I thought.

Air conditioned hallways? None.......I'm paying 9k to get non-air conditioned hallways. I'm jealous of help and sunway now.......

Underground cults? Secret organisations? Wild parties? Nope, Non, tiada, wrong continent.

Driving to school? Traffic jahm thats BLOODY LONG, No license, Unglamourous car (SLK: small little kancil), and parking is about as common as a fresh leaf in alaska.

Hot chicks? Wrong course, Wrong college, Wrong subject lines.

No need to wear uniforms? Well that does stand true in some aspect.....but all the guys are wearing jeans and it's kinda like walking in 1U. A bit pointless if ur looking for fashion........

Less homework? TOTAL BULLSHIT in this 1 week I've done enough quadratic equations to make SMK students cry.

But it's kinda fun here I guess the lecturers are much more friendly. (cough: hamizan)

No bitchy admin systems. (cough: pn lee)

And no more crappy canteen food. Although thats replaced by the semi ridiculous prices in asia cafe........

I'm eating pineapples!!!
YUMMY!!!!!

Just had lunch a few mins ago.

And driving 2 hours ago.

That fat chubby man in the seat next to me is Mr Chua.

He owns the car I drive around in.
He scolds me when I forget to clutch.
He has plastic seat cushions.(stiffy)

3 Point parking:
Must have 3 points..........yada yada yada....

After 20 mins I realised that I should memorise the dahm 3 points. Then only did I make any progress.

I park so-so.......coz I like close calls.

3 Point turn (does everything in driving require 3 points?):

This I learnt fast.....but didn't do so well......Mr Chua said I'm going too fast most of the time......I'll learn.....

Hill:

This should be called the 3 point hill........

You stop before the while line.
You stop at the yellow line.
You go down the hill after you stop at the yellow line.

Case in point.

But in the car........

At the white line.....Engage the gear, balance the clutch and release the handbrake.

At the yellow line you brake, free the gear and pull the handbrake.

After they pass you, you rev the engine, release the clutch till the car rattles and release the handbrake all in 1 motion.

After you engage the gear.....


All 3 points bloody........

But as Mr Chua puts it. When the car rattles at the same speed of ur heartbeat you can release the handbrake.

My heartbeat is real slow though does it count?

22nd is the date of my test. See you there yiyun........ *muahahahha*

In life we tend to get a lot of irony. But I guess some of us just dismiss it nowadays thinking it's normal.

So lets start with the most common.

1.Piercings. No offense ya Mar-xha.

Piercings one's ears last time was and indication that the woman was married. Nowadays it's just cosmetic. *Cough* 14 alot *cough* (I still think it's cool so if you ever do read this don't get offended. I still love you buddy.)

2.Weapons were developed to maim and kill. But generally the nations who are most interested in conquering by maiming and killing are very good in the art of healing.
Take sparta for example. Lots of soldiers. Good at conquering. Had a lot of doctors.

Oh yeah now there are talks of making non lethal weapons for crowd suppression.......

3.Things also tend to go forwards then backwards too.

When people first started making cars. They kept making the engines bigger for more go.
Now they wanna make them smaller and milk more power out of them.

4.Smoking is quite ironic too. Smoking kills more people indirectly than guns yet people still buy ciggies. Some people even GIVE ciggies to FRIENDS.
Assisted suicide.

5.There's a "safety catch" on a gun. Need I say more?

6. God made weed, man made beer.

(We also made all the other drugs too.)

7. Suicide is killing yourself. Killing someone else is murder. But nowadays there's assisted suicide.

8. Most Malaysians believe that the other person is actually on the way when they say that they're on the way.
Reality: Fella's at home about to take a shower or smth.

9. You take baths and when ur all squeeky clean out of the shower you dry yourself on a towel. You wash the towel eventually.

10. Some students can't wait to get to working and leaving the studying world. Working people keep telling us to cherish our non working years. We come out experience work and condemn them for not making it sound serious enough.

11. Ang morhs(white men) come to asia to get a tan. Asians wanna get fairer.

Brain not working too well at the moment. Most ironies are quite specific anyway. So I'll let it simmer for awhile.

Sunday, December 17th 20th century of the Obsidian King, (2006)

Multi Suffix and Prefix King.


I've change my residence back to my old home.

The one which was given to me when I received my suffix.

Torment Over None.

We're doing pretty well in this war. Even if it is just for sport.

The Odyssey War.

Only Odysseuses are allowed to participate in this game.

The name of this war refers to the travels of Odysseus after the trojan war.

Likewise we travel in this game far and wide.

But unlike the greek epic. We're allowed any means of travel and the goal is not to reach Ithaca but to capture as many territories in 10 years with only a team of oddesyeuses.

We are men and woman who have forsaken enough of our humanity to achieve powers that ordinary men only dream of in novels and fairy tales.

Odysseus' main heroic trait is his mētis, or "cunning intelligence"; he is often described as the "Peer of Zeus in Counsel". This intelligence is most often manifested by Odysseus' use of disguise and deceptive speech. His disguises take forms both physical (altering his appearance) and verbal,

All of us have it. But yet some of us have it more than others.

This war is going to last 10 years. Which is the time limit anyway.

Because were such a rare occurence, from the world's population of 6.1 billion there's only 100 of us in each team.

As leader of the DarkHats team I have to control my emotions to lead them.

What a strange war it is. The use of Oracles in this war makes things oddly predictable yet erratic. Played out in another world called the Epic Voyage.

The ten years is measured by a clock in the real world back on earth that will slowly tick off every second of this 10 years.

The oddest thing about the world is it was built without humans just for this game of ours. There's no sun. Making energy supplies, food supplies and Dark vision gifts all the more important.

We're also not allowed to attack or try to capture any regions within 5pm to 6am in the real world. That means we can leave and head home within those hours. And sieges have a maximum time of 11 hours.

But that doesn't really matter because my team can capture a continent in 6 hours.

Bless our technologically advanced weaponry.

Because of the lack of numbers everyone is afraid of losing even one man.

We're not allowed to even attack each other outside of the Epic Voyage. No assasination attempts.

Compared to the Obsidian War.

I have to steady myself for my men. I have to cast my emotions aside.

To do my best. In waging this war.

Thursday, December 14th 20th century of the Obsidian King, (2006)

Multi Suffix and Prefix King.

I hate. It.

I've survived wars. Centuries. Civilisations.

Hardened my heart. Removed it. Replaced it. Enough to topple competitors and proclaim myself the finest.

I am immortal now. Or pretty close.

But yet. With no heart I still succumb to be a victim of love.

This rare feeling that no one can explain. Philosophers debate it's existance and it's purpose in the continuity of our people.

Scientists study it they understand the chemicals involved. But can't reproduce it.

The world is democratic. Every last dictatorship has fallen. Even I have given up my throne because I hated to rule.

Living as one of ordinary men the race of us immortals have long been forgotten. I met her.

Years ago. She still breathes. She still walks. She still rejects me.

I still contemplate it. I can make no move on it. One of the world's finest strategists can't even handle his own love affairs. Embarrassing.

Ah. A knock. It's time to begin.

The last gift from her. A picture of us. Taken as a memento for the time we've spent together.

It's time I leave it I think. For good.

My men need me to win.

I open the door. And aides stream in. Bringing files, equipment, charts, graphs, maps, specimens and everything and anything that I may need.

They don't say anything seeing my expression. They know better.

It's time. To continue, the games.

And hopefully I'll win this time. But I have to get rid of it.

I can't have it now.

Lack luster.

The food sucked.

But it was a touching moment for most of us. The last time most of us are gonna ever be together.

I didn't really take too many pics that night but I don't really mind la. Just having pictures from other people is good enough for me.

Oh yeah send me ANY pics please.

Lyrics for the prom video:

Please don't cry
You know I'm leaving here tonight
Before I go I want you to know
that there will always be a light

And if the moon had to runaway
And all the stars didn't wanna play
Don't waste the sun on a rainy day
The wind will soon blow it all away, ya

So many times I planned
To be much more than who I am
And if I let you down
I will follow you 'round until you understand

That if the moon had to runaway
And all the stars didn't wanna play
Don't waste the sun on a rainy day
The wind will soon blow it all away, ya, oh ya

When the days all feel the same
Don't feel the cold or wind or rain
Everything will be okay
We will meet again one day
[ these lyrics found on http://www.completealbumlyrics.com ]
And I will shine on, for everyone

So please don't cry
Although I leave you here this night
Where I go how far I don't know
But I will always be your light

That if the moon had to runaway
And all the stars didn't wanna play
Don't waste the sun on a rainy day
The wind will soon blow it all away, ya, oh ya

When the days all seem the same
Don't feel the cold or wind or rain
Everything will be okay
We will meet again one day
I will shine on, for everyone
Shine on, for everyone
When the stars all look the same
Don't feel the cold or wind or rain
Everything will be okay
We will meet again one day
I will shine on, for everyone
Shine on, for everyone

I feel so touchy now. I'll miss you guys but I don't know if you'll miss me.

Sniff.

Goodbye friends.

Layer ONE : On the Outside

Name : Lee Kington

Birth Date : 28th Sept 1989

Current Status : Grumpy like 1 of the seven dwarfs.

Eye color : Light shade of brown.

Hair Color: Black as a pit.

Righty or Lefty : Right but I use my left for a lot of other things. Including brushing teeth.

Zodiac Sign : Libra. Who said I'm injustice?


Layer TWO : On the inside

Your Heritage: Chinese.

Your Fears : God. Fear him and fear no other. Because if God ever abandons you. It's the worst thing that could happen.

Your Weaknesses : Paranoid SoB. I also tend to get very testy over small things. And I tend to let people trample over me by being too nice.

Your Perfect Pizza : Cheese, Meat, Ham, Bacon and a friend to eat it with.


Layer THREE : Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow

Your thoughts first waking up : What do I do today?

Your Bedtime : 12-3 am

Your most missed memory : The days where I used to have fun with my friends.


Layer FOUR : Your Pick

Pepsi or Coke : Pepsi. Less gas.

McDonald's or Burger King : Mcdee. The beef in burger king is darn strong and it's expensive too.

Single or group dates: Never had any. But definately a single date. More romantic and no distractions.

Adidas or Nike: Nike. Never had an addidas.

Lipton tea or Nestea: Lipton. Kington. Lipton. Duh.

Chocolate or vanilla: Mixed.

Cappuccino or coffee: Coffee. Cappuccino dahm strong la.


Layer FIVE : Do you

Smoke : No. I wanna be able to see my grandkids.

Curse : Like a sailor. Especially when I'm annoyed. But I try to limit myself in front of girls.

Layer SIX : In the Past Month

Drank alcohol: Quite a lot. But not as much till it's something really bad. Once every few weeks.

Gone to the mall: Quite often mostly with parents. But now I'm looking for excuses to go. (hint)

Been on stage: Acting. Then again, Life is a stage and everyone is an actor.

Eaten sushi: A lot.

Dyed your hair: My dad said too poofy so I'm not allowed to.


Layer SEVEN: Have You Ever?

Played a stripping game: Once. Quit while I was a ahead was boring anyway. All guys.

Changed who you were to fit in: Too much. Change my style now. I don't care if I ever fit in anymore. Part of life is in being special.


Layer EIGHT

Age you're hoping to be married : In 15 years time preferrably 27-30. Or whenever I find the time is right.


Layer NINE: In a Girl/Guy.

Best eye colour: Don't look at it.

Best hair colour: I don't care. But I prefer people who are proud of their natural assets.

Short or long hair: Long I guess. But I'm not really that shallow. Love is blind.


Layer TEN: What Were You Doing.

1 minute ago : Before I started I was talking to Henry and Yi Ching.

1 hour ago : Sleeping.

4.5 hours ago : Helping John Hans do the prom video.

1 month ago : Watching old bond flicks and studying.

1 year ago : Working for Dad and doing a whole lot of other stuff. Mostly boring stuff waiting for the holiday to end.


Layer ELEVEN : Finish The Sentence

I love: Nothing much. Can't think of anything.

I feel: Tulan. Don't wanna say why.

I hate: FFKers. People who don't keep any promises and those fellas that always promise you things to last a dahm long time but they leave you at the corner.

I hide: The stuff I use to make presents for my friends.

I miss: The good old days when nothing mattered.

I need: Some loving? To get out with friends la I guess.


Layer TWELVE : Tag 5 people

difficult 1.

Mike.
Sue?
Yi Ching?
E-yan?
Henry?

Don't know many people who blog nor read this.

SPM IS SOOOOOOOOOO OVER.

OH YES!!!!!

Celebrations are happening all this week all over the country.

But first some of us have to get a few habits out of the way:

1. Waking up at 6 in time for school or to study a bit more.
2. uhhhhhhhh I can't really remember what other bad habits are there coz spm is over and poof my mind went off the hook there.

Anyway yeah so yesterday was basically about chilling out.

We got to 1U at 4:30 yesterday me, wei yew and daniel hon. So we went to times and we ended up reading "PC gamer" while waiting for joel. Although he said he was coming it took him 20 mins to get there. Not a Tua. Whee.

Then we met up with the penyu and the chinaman at starbucks. Penyu being penyu was late. Then we sucked coffe at starbucks. Before playing pool all the while cursing.

They cursed "Kington gets all the easy shots dahm lucky."
I cursed "If yiyun doesn't come I'm gonna rape that bitch" and "I'm freaking hungry can we eat yet???!!!"

Eventually yiyun came and we went to nandos for dinner then we pretty much just walked around after that till we met up with chee hoe and went to the batting cages.

Then me and Li Yan split off from them and I went shopping with her after I detoured to the toilet. When I came back I decided she had enough people to keep her company so I went to look for Emily. After I said my "hi"s and "goodbye"s I walked back to padini and there yiyun told me to look for another ride home. So I had to run all the way back to Emily and ask her for a ride home.

Made it. Barely. She was waiting for a collegue to get back from the toilet and when I got there turns out the collegue was just coming out of the toilet. Score.

After that came home watched tv. Whee.

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I've spent the earlier part of today wondering where the hell was a friend of mine. It was the hols after all and the fella should be online. Then I noticed I deleted her off my friends list but didn't block her.

Oh mystery of the missing contact solved.

I don't think I'm gonna ever add the person back to my list anyway. No fun in that. :[

December 4th.

The end of the begining and the begining of the end.

I leave school to pursue higher education. 1 Month of nothing. Only seeing people when I want to.

It's time to take life off it's hinges examine it.

Give it a fresh coat of paint. Relearn everything. Reach out and grab new things. And not to forget pick up all the ties which I've let go.

1 Busy holiday. Once I get the bio nailed down first.

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Where are you guys going anyway for college? Which intake and course?

Would really help in me making a decision.

The cries and shouts were getting louder and louder.
The cacophony of the sounds was so intense.
Full of emotions, - I could feel them and hear them!
Then, I woke up, bathed in sweat, cold sweat.
I just sat there immobile on my tattered bed, breathing in the musty smells of the room.
I listened to the sounds of cars passing by my house.

Such horrifying dreams plague me night after night.
Even on the days I don't have any of those dreams I'm awoken by strange noises.
The sounds of chairs dragging.
The sudden sound of the tap running.
Yet with my paltry income I knew I had to put up with this.

So every night I endured the those horrors.
Eventually I went for counselling to find out about these horrific dreams.
The counsellor merely gave me the inconclusive theory that it may be a manifestation of my inner hatred towards something and gave me some drugs.

Finally, I resumed proper sleep.
The furniture continued to shift around though but it didn't bother me too much anymore.
I neglected to mention about my sleepwalking to the doctor during my visits but I felt that I was pretty used to it.
On the very first day itself, I awoke to find myself in the living room asleep in a large wooden ornate chair.
This had happened quite a few times.
It was always the same.
I always woke up in that chair.

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Truly Friends?


*BOOM BOOM*

*Followed by a span of silence that felt like a year but in fact only lasted about a second or so.*

But who's timing it?

*Klink Klink*

The shell casings hit the floor. Followed by an unending silence.

The attacker holsters his gun and takes a seat on a bench near enough to see the body. My body.

"It's perfectly safe to touch him you know? All I wanted was to knock him off. Go on weep or something. He's your friend after all."

No one stirs. Nothing happens just endless moments of silence. Some people run off to get the security others shield their eyes from looking at the body and many others turn to examine the killer.

He's wearing a funny coat with markings on it and most notably stripes on his shoulders. With a young face with deep eyes and blood red tinted sunglasses which seem to have sparks flowing around in the lenses. Slick combed back hair and shiny black leather shoes. He was tall and lean. And he certainly didn't look like he could have carried off what he had just done.

Pulling a gun at 10 metres firing 2 shots in under a second with dead on accuracy for the centre of the forehead and another to the heart.

No one looks at me. I can tell.

"You call yourself friends? There really isn't any of you that hasn't wished for him to be dead anyway. You'd break his heart if he found out."

*Mocking laugh*

"Ooooooo The air is pretty cold in here with a hint of celebration I guess you guys which call yourself his friends are actually glad to be rid of him. All those times where you felt he was strange, knew too much, was too nosy, too annoying. Such a pity."

His eyes darts to my body. People are screaming and backing away. No one has touched my body for 20 minutes and suddenly they're all backing away faster than I would expected for them to come and tend to my body.

The murderer merely looks on.

2 Hands made entirely of mental flare, I use, looking like disembodied hands made of sparks with a ball of flame in the palm. I go for the heart first pulling out the bullet and sealing the chambers. I leave the wound open. I don't have enough energy to close it.

I pull the bullet out and close the wound in my head. I'm going to need that.

I don't need the hands anymore. I can use my own hands.

I get up and head over to him. He isn't shocked but he is certainly surprised.

I hear the gasping but thats not going to stop me. He draws the gun again. He takes a few more shots at me but my inner fire burns the bullets distorting their direction.

I grab him and fling him bodily into a bench. I pick him up.

"Closest thing to immortal. Yeah, thats you. My name is Everich Mackeler from the Virulence. Just here to prove it to you again."

I fling him into a wall and he passes out cold immeadietly.

Feeling my eyes begining to burn.

But yet not from my powers. I feel my strenght draining. The strenght that makes me more than just human. It's something else.

I turn to these people whom I call my friends, tears begining to flow.

I take a deep breath.

"WHY!!!???"

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