These few days haven't been very lively, frankly speaking. Pre-exam jitters have evolved, like humankind, into the post-exam fretting. We see people getting upset over their poor marks, and spewing uncouth vulgarities such as Duck(swap 'D' with the letter two letters after it.)everywhere they go. Of course, there is not much point in wishing for a duck unless the occasion calls for it, and it is a rare occasion indeed. Therefore, shall we propose that Duck be changed to Dang? Dang is a informal term a couple of notches below Duck on the vulgarity scale, and thus conforms with our bid to make Singapore a less vulgar place. Vroom?
Anyway, the class was brought to some dilapidated tea house somewhere off the boundaries of Katong, though I am of the idea it is somewhere around Raffles Place, since I saw a cross-breed commonly known as the Merlion on the bus ride. The original plan was to maintain Wi-Fi connection with the 3K bus along the journey, thus preserving our Burnout joy. However, this was not to be, as the 3K bus was of a state worse than the SBS buses you see everywhere. To give you an idea of how disastrous a condition it was in, let me tell you that it was lagging behind by ten bus lengths even though we had a pig weighing in at five hundred pounds on our bus(actually, make that three pigs). Some other entertainment in the form of songs and podcasts were provided though, so I didn't really mind.
We arrived at the aforementioned dump not too long after. One of the porky pigs got off the bus to settle the arrangements with the staff there, and we felt the elevation of the bus rise significantly, like Matty when he sees Abby.
Anyway, just to digress, a conversation we had on MSN just now while waiting for the inhouse to start. We were busy discussing the regulations of the Crossfire LAN shop.
Matty with a black belt. Let your imagination run amok.
We were soon escorted by some China prostitutesscammerscheap laborers staff into their humble abode. And when I say humble, I mean humble. The stairs leading up into the place were drastically in need of a repair. I speculate that it will collapse in good time, probably when the next few classes visit. Sayonara to you, good sirs. Prepare your parachutes too.
Anyway, they brought us up to the uppermost storey of the cheapskate palace. This was after they made us remove our shoes to avoid staining their already dusty floor any further. It was here that I experienced racial discrimination for the first time in my life. We had already settled down at this cozy spot, situated a comfortable distance away from the central gathering area, when this China staff told us to move to another table. Presuming that they wanted us to join the rest of the congregation, we complied. However, a few minutes later, some PRC scholars swarmed the vacated table without any intervention! This is obviously rigged, and we were all swallowed by the jowls of the evil Chinamen.
Then, this old female hailing from native China showed us how to make snowskin mooncakes. I dozed off in the middle of the lecture, so there's nothing much I can say of this segment.
Oh boy, but I stayed awake for the course on the preparation of tea though. I suppose you can say that the guy(or the term that resembles guy but with another vowel in the middle instead of 'u')probably had more yin than yang in his yin-yang ratio. This is probably responsible for the, shall we say, flowery and smoochy voice we were exposed to for a whole fifteen minutes or so. I lost the gist of it along the way, and so did the others, thus some rather chaotic tea-making took place. To better illustrate this scene, let me tell you that our boiler flashed like some crazed flashbang twice, we used two kettles of water to prepare the entire bag of tea leaves, and you could see a Ju Hua Tai(Crysenthemum Platform)in our drainage system in which you were supposed to dispose of your junk. Oh yeah, they also served some light refreshments such as cream puffs and tea eggs. Something tingled in me when the plate touched our tables, since Chinamen are always up to no good. Apparently, I was proved right when they brought up a whole stock of cream puffs and tea eggs to sell, at two dollars for four and one dollar for one respectively. Nice one, stimulating hunger then flooding the market with cheap mass-produced goods that sold at high prices one can expect of such a piranha shop. Those conniving buggers! I didn't get any pictures to show you all since capturing such poor scenery would only lower the resolutions of my camera, which is already low enough at 2 megapixels thank you very much. Okay now KThxBai.
We left soon after, and got back to the bus. It was raining by the way, and everyone knows that the rain brings good fortune. The early birds who flocked to the bus got a free performance of a particular being proclaiming his/her/its beauty. There you have it, your candidate for the most sarcastic statement of the year. It should even win a Nobel, this holy shit.
Some distortion of popular tunes such as Wo Ke Yi, Qian Li Zhi Wai, Fa Ru Xue and Ge Qian took place during the ride back. Fortunately, I had packed my earphones and was ready to plop them in prior to any emergencies. There was no such chance however, as I was already laughing too hard at the horribly abridged melodies of insanity.
Arrived at school shortly after, and took the bus 17 home like usual.
Rumbling went on, and before I knew it the day had passed.
So, we had the Mock Exam today. I suffered from the worst possible mind block possible, as I always do when I see marked boxes on a plain white paper. The whole of recess was spent playing Burnout, and there were two new additions to the rumbling, namely Ashley the Peh and L#L the Wankie. Wankie had a sad day today, getting his L#L's worth pwned in Burnout, breaking his PSP charger and temporarily losing his memory stick. Coincidentally, the two new PSPs are white. You know what that means. It means there's an imbalanced ratio of 5:2 PSPs in between our two classes. Black FTW as always.
Oh, and there was a financial literacy course after that, for those who bother. Basically, it teaches you how easy it is to win on the stock market so kiddos can earn your first million as if it were Monopoly money. That's a good idea, that is. Let's all buy some owning stocks soon!
I read this somewhere: "Sometimes it's just not worth trying anymore". The thing is, when is this sometime? I guess it was probably in this game.
Yeah, they didn't have to try anymore since the Doc here is imbalanced. Loo should feel honoured since he's getting some free publicity. Though it's partially censored to protect the distributor's interest, you're free to guess. Just don't guess on the tagboard can liao.
You must all be really drained now, so let's have an update of Thursday and today.
There was the Chemistry paper yesterday, and boy was it owning indeed. Miss Tay made no jokes when she said it was gonna be harder than the previous year's. The 2006 variant was nothing compared to it, and it made the ten year series seem like a colouring book by comparison.
Nevertheless, I managed to complete it, except for 2 questions. 4 marks gone, plus some things that I'm sure to get wrong too; that adds up to roughly 6 marks. The only solace I can draw from this is that some people actually confused the question format with that of history. 3 questions choose 1. Haha GeeGee if you were stupid enough to do so.
Today was good. Something to own the China scholars at. Other than facade, everything else was a breeze. Summary was the easiest I'd ever seen, and the passages were really, really, really nothing at all. It must have looked like Sanskrit to the PRC scholars though.
I went to sell my bugged iPod mini to some idiot today, who thought that he could make a cheap deal of $65. Well he was wrong. Remember I told you the battery life is only three hours? Victory is sweet. Deceit is the best form of offense. Sun Tze's Art of War says so, no arguments!^^
Went to Chia's house again after that. Arrived at around 3:50pm, by which time the usual playground rumblings were already underway. And.. I discovered a secret. Wankie and Chia also managed to uncover this hidden fact! So.. what is it?
Conforming with the policy of not attacking the enemy directly as stated in Sun Tze's sacred texts(yes it owns, no arguments!), I shall perform some large-scale alteration on today's happenings. Keep in mind all events as described are real, they are just not in the original form haha.
Playground Wars Me, Edmund, Chia, and Wankie were present. With this in mind, can you figure out who's who? ------------------------------------------------ It was time for Hong Kong to make his assault. Only one obstacle stood in the way of his invasion of China. The Great Wall Of China! Fortunately, for some unknown reasons, there was a slide passing through the wall that lead into China's territory. Evil Hong Kong grinned in pleasure. Walking up the ramp, his Hong Kong feet sticking to the slope like Spiderman to a wall, he dodged the ren min bis that were being flung his way. Now he was right in front of the wall. Hong Kong raised his right leg to an obtuse angle, preparing to penetrate the cowering China's defences, when there was a loud "RIP". Peering down into his lower regions, he noticed that his pelvis had been exposed! Just then, a gust of wind blew past and the surrounding nations, namely China, Singapore and Australia saw the truth, and nothing but the truth. A pair of briefs in the form of an American flag peered out from the depths of the Hong Kong suburbs. The Hong Kong trooper is actually an American spy on espionage! Oh my!
We managed to get a picture of the ruined pants. Here it is. As you can see, it would make a very suitable outfit for the likes of Hardo Gay indeed.
You can also humour yourself with a clip of China playing Blind Mice.
And this section is dedicated to a particular someone. (Courtesy of Wikipedia) Mental retardation is a term for a pattern of persistently slow learning of basic motor and language skills ("milestones") during childhood, and a significantly below-normal global intellectual capacity as an adult. One common criterion for diagnosis of mental retardation is a tested intelligence quotient (IQ) of 70 or below and deficits in adaptive functioning. People with mental retardation may be described as having developmental disabilities, global developmental delay, or learning difficulties.
Profound mental retardation- IQ below 20
The term "black" is often used to denote people whose skin colour pigments far exceeds that of a normal Asian's. Normally, they are retarded too.
Oh my, look at the time. It's kinda late isn't it? Just thought I'd get this done before the inappropriately-named get-together session which takes place tomorrow, from 9.30-12.30. So, I went to TM with the usuals to watch a movie, this time the film in question was Evan Almighty.
Before the show actually began, I scoured the entire Tampines Mall in the hope of finding a shop that sold guitar picks. Note that this span of shops does not include Yamaha Corp, a piranha palace which retails slipshod picks at a skyrocketing price of $0.63 each. Woe has befallen me in the form of missing picks, and without these plastic pieces, I have had to resort to other less favourable alternatives such as fingers and the occasional wooden pick known as the toothpick.
Next was to find Yc, who was at the first storey. At that time, I had just left the Music Junction shop, and opted for a speedy journey down in the lift. Fate had another nasty surprise in store, as when I got to the lift lobby, I found this staring at me!
In case you're pondering the motive of this picture, here's a free explanation. Both lifts were for some unknown reason stuck at the first floor, and power to the lifts had been cut off. The other lift had suffered the samne fate as the first. With no other alternative, only one path was made viable.
This dingy staircase is located near the lift lobby B. One look at it and you know that something bad is bound to happen in here. A few walkthroughs from previous experiences enabled me to witness the scenery of couples who desire some privacy, and seem to not notice anything when somebody walks past them. Two levels down, I finally managed to find the baka Yc, who wanted to pick some chips up from NTUC. Facing the realisation that I had not yet collected the bookings, I took the dumb stairs up to the fourth storey, and saw the damn couple there again, without any apparent inhibitions.
Arriving at the box office, I was appalled at the mass crowds that had gathered there to purchase the movie tickets. Possessing a credit card is indeed bliss, as it takes the queues and renders them nothing more than an eyesore. With the Visa card queue providing express service, tickets were obtained in less than two minutes. Damn, I need one of those things.
Of course, this occured after the debacle that was the AXS machine saga. Firstly, I would like to declare that AXS machines are junk and should not even be approached in a five-meter radius, at least. I wasted around ten minutes poking the card into the slot, and the goddamn retarded machinery just spat it out every time. Never again, will I touch this thing.
Anyway, we were late for the show, no thanks to outdated technology. Thankfully, Evan Almighty had just started, and very little was missed. The original plan to watch Rata.. Ratta, ah damn I shall just call it Rattata, was foiled due to poor seating, and it is common knowledge that sitting in the first row is the equilavent of Rattata looking up into Snorlax, so this was void. I heard that Rattata is a nice show, maybe I should watch it next week or something.
(97 minutes later)
Want to know what happens? Go see for yourself. Anyway, a meal at Macdonalds was next, where a discussion of anime wars took place. I finally tried the other chilli sauce, which is the Chai Thai Chilli. Apparently, Odex has pressurised four major anime studios to support their war on illegal downloaders. This is cheap enough, and to add subtitles to raw anime, your not-so friendly internet providers have been compelled to reveal IP addresses of illegal downloaders, all of whom owe Odex a minimum sum of $3000. Odex does not seem to think this is a large amount, yet they fail to consider that it takes 100 boxes of anime sold to fetch this amount, and considering that nobody will ever buy Odex anime, this is a unrealistic goal indeed. For one, Bleach, Naruto and what-not can easily be streamed for free at veoh.com, a great site which also provides legal downloading services. Secondly, with Odex being the damn loser corporation it is, nobody will ever find the heart to even browse for Odex anime. Who would want to buy anime from a company that is already earning big bucks by just collecting fines?
That ends today's post. Remember, don't buy anything from Odex!
So I went to Bugis with Yc to get his PSP yesterday, and as we were walking through Bugis Market we saw some imba stuff. Stuff so imba that it should not and cannot be posted here in consideration of viewers under 18. For those of you who persist in the art of Pang Ngee-ation, this shop can be located somewhere around the drinks stall, which coincidentally sells some rather nice coconut juice. You might not manage to get in though. In this case the displays work fine. However, I did find something that should be suitable for your rank of PG. So, here it is: After looking at this for a while, I thought of something else too:
To commemorate the 100 posts and 10,000 visitors to this blog, I have decided to direct a short series of movies, which will be posted up here in time to come. Stay tuned.
This is a composition written by yours truly on some moley issues. To preserve the excitement, a couple of short snippets have been leaked for your viewing pleasure. So without further ado, please sit back and press your mole.
Sneak Preview 1 A tinge of crimson swept across Leonard's pimple-infested face. Absent-mindedly, he raised a hairy finger to scratch the mole located at the exact midpoint of his forehead, which gave anybody who looked at him the impression that somebody was about to snipe him from afar. This mole carried immense emotional value for Pang Ngee, and any physical or verbal assault against it would evoke Pang Ngee's considerable fury. Therefore, even his peers were extremely prudent not to make any digs at the black speck which he so treasured, for fear of their own safety.
Sneak Preview 2 Two weeks ago... "Eh Loo ah, did you see the girl in the classroom?" Hock started. The person in question, Loo, replied, "Classroom? Oh! The 3* classroom ah? That's C***** la, my CCA mate, hot like my red tomato face leh!" Loo replied. At this instance, fate intervened in the visage of Pang Ngee. "Girl? Hot? Who?" Pang Ngee demanded in embarrassing broken English. Loo and Hock exchanged looks of sheer horror. Pang Ngee had a reputation for being a hardcore closet pervert, and they were reluctant to divulge C*****'s identity to such a lecherous character. After all, Pang Ngee's mole was rumoured to possess the ability to see through material objects....
To be continued, if Pang Ngee doesn't kill me first.
A recent visit to Looly's blog, which is also known as http://solblade.blogspot.com, has intrigued me in many ways, one of them being his unique style of writing. Thus, a replication shall be attempted here, just for fun.
Ryoma and the Curse of the Bad Smell Ryoma Echizen the tennis gosu hauled his racket bag, which contained three of his prized rackets up the stairs. Placing his bag down on his seat, he noticed a foul smell. Oh my what was that? Ryoma cannot stand bad smells, so he got out his tennis racket and whacked the source of the stench away like a tennis ball. The poor object of demise flew around the classroom like a Tsubame Gashi Swallow Counter oh my so imba!
Ryoma and the Dreaded Morning Exercise Then, it was time for Ryoma to do his daily warm-ups before tennis practice started. The wet mud made Ryoma's expensive tennis shoes dirty, and Ryoma was not happy thus Ryoma sulked. Soon, the teacher who is known as Ryuzaki, coach of the tennis team started doing exercises. Ryoma noted that Inui the noob from China was especially putting in harder effort in order to catch up to the superior Ryoma. Ryuzaki was apparently suffering from lao ren chi dai zheng, as she had forgotten a few basic tennis moves.
Ryoma and the Cunning Plans of Inui Juice Ryoma wanted to power level in a particular aspect of his life, so he found a scapegoat, the tennis reporter Inoue to participate in his master plan. Inoue was reluctant at first, but after seeing Ryoma's gosu tennis skills, he had no choice but to agree or get cyclone smashed.
Ryoma and the stupid tennis training Now it was time for Ryoma to hone his tennis skills. Ryoma yawned in boredom as he was too gosu for the baka noobs, so Ryoma fell asleep and the day went by. Soon, Rikkidai school came and Ryoma got out his tennis racket, ready to own them. Ryoma won easily and got his reward in the form of a test paper. But Ryoma had first to endure a torturous ranting on how gosu he was before he got his prizes. Ryoma then went to the fourth floor tennis court to own more noobs as he was feeling too sian already. When he was walking past one of the courts, the history tennis coach challeged Ryoma to a tennis duel. Ryoma thought that he would own easily since the history coach was using a dumb battered racket from the 18th century, and Ryoma was using the state of the art Nanotech, which pwns all. However, the history teacher returned Ryoma's drive a, b, c, d with ease, and Ryoma got owned with a 17/25 score. Ryoma left the class feeling sore, and returned to the fifth floor courts to practice more.
Ryoma going home School was over, and Ryoma had to return to his home which was a gosu home, to house a gosu tennis player. Ryoma met his noob friend Horio at the stairs, who had only two years of tennis experience; Ryoma could own him easily. Horio challenged Ryoma to a tennis match, and Ryoma lost because Horio kept pointing behind Ryoma and Ryoma kept messing up his imba tennis skills and lost the game.
Ryoma has had an imba day, now it's time for Ryoma to sleep. Cya.
Damn. It's hard to level in Maple Story you know. What's more my bowman, a one-year old ShadowMilo is only at Level 18. Imagine later the training will be 100% Gee Gee. Thus, some new haxs, or training aids should be implemented; such as:
1)KS and heal Players who KS a monster successfully will be able to fully restore all of their HP and MP. This is good if you have no money to buy potties.
2)Protection for the retards Players who manage to press the F2 happy face ^_^ 1000 times will receive invulnerability for 1 day cause matties should not be bullied.
3)Something for the beginners Since beginners are weak, it is time something is done to make them more usable. A new Ultra Beginner job should be introduced, with some special skills such as being able to steal mesos by pressing C near zfallensinz.
4)Da Lewt Hax If all else fails, players in deep shit such as being trapped in a circle of banglabens can type /run_ownallhax to KO all monsters on screen. Oh my what fatty matty fun.
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