Dear readers,
I ain't sure whether I heard rumor or truth, but APPARENTLY, we are on watch right now.
The government wants to know about random people blogging about even more random things such as preferred sexual behavior, eating patterns and Paul Tan-esque wannabes. Maybe they could decide to ban kennysia for being a faggot.
Since when have bloggers got to be controlled?
Aiming for sedition using one's blog certainly is impractical. So why ban?
No idea. Maybe it's because short of creating a GIANT FIREWALL, we simply decided that blogs were a threat to the security of the nation, more than the threat of an ex-dictator such as Mahathir or the scourge of AIDS.
I have no idea what their idea of fun is anymore.
Certainly they can no longer shoot game in the forest because most game species are already on the verge of extinction. Well maybe bloggers will be extinct soon, its a whole new ball game (pun intended).
Cool. Symptoms of negative blogging include twitching in the fingers, suspicious behavior and persistently seditious rants.
Really?
I have got C1, C2 and C3 - and I am blogging now. O:
Well. Just wanna update.
Getting to work. So goodbye.
Friday, May 30, 2008
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Can anything go the right way?
Dear readers,
It begs for elucidation don't you think so, why things can never be right in your life.
I seem to always make the wrong decisions.
Screwed up experiences.
Ended up in the middle of nowhere with less of a life than ever.
Trying to stop whining but can't seem to put my life straight no matter how hard I try.
Things just don't work out.
Projects always take an unexpected turn and I have got to bear with all the shit.
I don't even feel wanted in this world.
I can't even have someone name me a best friend. -_-
Too bad.
"I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
I'm not going to whine." Robert Frost
I have just got to try harder, obviously I ain't trying hard enough.
Now that's news.
So, what's the matter? My life is perfect.
Peace out.
It begs for elucidation don't you think so, why things can never be right in your life.
I seem to always make the wrong decisions.
Screwed up experiences.
Ended up in the middle of nowhere with less of a life than ever.
Trying to stop whining but can't seem to put my life straight no matter how hard I try.
Things just don't work out.
Projects always take an unexpected turn and I have got to bear with all the shit.
I don't even feel wanted in this world.
I can't even have someone name me a best friend. -_-
Too bad.
"I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
I'm not going to whine." Robert Frost
Hopefully, Mr Frost. I certainly hope so.
I have just got to try harder, obviously I ain't trying hard enough.
Now that's news.
So, what's the matter? My life is perfect.
Peace out.
Sunday, May 25, 2008
I know you are good. You don't need to put it on world news.
Dear readers,
It has come to my attention, that we have a contagion within our midst, ready at any minute to attack.
I have noticed that people, when put into positions of power tend to be rather (I do want to put this in a nice way but I can't) arrogant.
It is that time of the year when scholarships are being doled out like candycanes to children and I can't but help to notice some people seem to think that with their numerous accomplishments that they truly deserve them and a rejection would be a serious dent in their pride.
To be frank, I have nothing against the scholarship holders or the scholarship applicants for the matter. Some of my friends have gone on to apply for many scholarships after the SPM results started coming out, few of them have been rejected, and since then they have appealed to have their applications reconsidered. These people I have respect for.
Tell you what, I have no respect for whiners.
Whiners they are utterly, indescribably and unbearably disgusting to the core.
I HATE WHINERS.
And lately, I have observed this flaw among humans, especially those that are blindly dogmatic about certain issues. Some of them just cannot lose. To be rejected is to have lost. That is fine. There is no harm in feeling disappointment about not getting a scholarship. The best students may have gone through their entire lives without receiving scholarships.
But what pisses me off is when someone insists that he deserves the scholarship and then goes on to blow his bloody fucking own trumpet of all his fucking useless ill-gotten accomplishments in his high school life. You may say I am jealous - tell you what, I am not. That I am sure, I would fricassee my balls for your lunch and serve them on a silver platter to you if you could prove the claim.
Frankly, I personally do not care how great you were in high school...head prefect, vice president of some obscure society, actor in some sad shit school play(!), clearly you weren't good enough for the scholarship. I have never gotten any positions in my high school life, for one, I think you could put that down as much to bad luck as an impression of unreliability on the part of the teachers. I do know that if I were rejected for a scholarship( I applied for none by the way), I would have told myself that I was simply just not good enough.
That I would have done, instead of shooting down my government for not doing anything about affirmative action in my country. So I would suggest that you keep your words to yourself because I don't want to hear them, for better or for worse because they don't matter to me. If you think that you are so great, then maybe you can come talk to me, I shall put you back on track where you belong.
They seem to gravitate towards the impression that they are the best in the world in nearly everything. It becomes so typical for them to start labeling themselves as the hottest being on the planet or the smartest fucker around. It gets into my face you know, like bird crap on your car window blocking the view of the road. Well, thats normal human behavior, when one exists in a sea of mediocrity, that's the effect mediocrity has on you. It generates illusions that you are the best in the world.
You have changed.
I thought it was normal.
But apparently its not, you just continued getting bitchier.
Too bad, this is tough love.
I know for a fact how it feels.
We all do. But there's nothing any of us can do about it because we can't change you.
And you know I am right.
I am just sad that of all people it had to be you.
Superficiality fueled egoistic behavior. Nice name.
End.
It has come to my attention, that we have a contagion within our midst, ready at any minute to attack.
I have noticed that people, when put into positions of power tend to be rather (I do want to put this in a nice way but I can't) arrogant.
It is that time of the year when scholarships are being doled out like candycanes to children and I can't but help to notice some people seem to think that with their numerous accomplishments that they truly deserve them and a rejection would be a serious dent in their pride.
To be frank, I have nothing against the scholarship holders or the scholarship applicants for the matter. Some of my friends have gone on to apply for many scholarships after the SPM results started coming out, few of them have been rejected, and since then they have appealed to have their applications reconsidered. These people I have respect for.
Tell you what, I have no respect for whiners.
Whiners they are utterly, indescribably and unbearably disgusting to the core.
I HATE WHINERS.
And lately, I have observed this flaw among humans, especially those that are blindly dogmatic about certain issues. Some of them just cannot lose. To be rejected is to have lost. That is fine. There is no harm in feeling disappointment about not getting a scholarship. The best students may have gone through their entire lives without receiving scholarships.
But what pisses me off is when someone insists that he deserves the scholarship and then goes on to blow his bloody fucking own trumpet of all his fucking useless ill-gotten accomplishments in his high school life. You may say I am jealous - tell you what, I am not. That I am sure, I would fricassee my balls for your lunch and serve them on a silver platter to you if you could prove the claim.
Frankly, I personally do not care how great you were in high school...head prefect, vice president of some obscure society, actor in some sad shit school play(!), clearly you weren't good enough for the scholarship. I have never gotten any positions in my high school life, for one, I think you could put that down as much to bad luck as an impression of unreliability on the part of the teachers. I do know that if I were rejected for a scholarship( I applied for none by the way), I would have told myself that I was simply just not good enough.
That I would have done, instead of shooting down my government for not doing anything about affirmative action in my country. So I would suggest that you keep your words to yourself because I don't want to hear them, for better or for worse because they don't matter to me. If you think that you are so great, then maybe you can come talk to me, I shall put you back on track where you belong.
I hate it when people's egos get too big for them.
They seem to gravitate towards the impression that they are the best in the world in nearly everything. It becomes so typical for them to start labeling themselves as the hottest being on the planet or the smartest fucker around. It gets into my face you know, like bird crap on your car window blocking the view of the road. Well, thats normal human behavior, when one exists in a sea of mediocrity, that's the effect mediocrity has on you. It generates illusions that you are the best in the world.
You have changed.
I thought it was normal.
But apparently its not, you just continued getting bitchier.
Too bad, this is tough love.
I know for a fact how it feels.
We all do. But there's nothing any of us can do about it because we can't change you.
And you know I am right.
I am just sad that of all people it had to be you.
Superficiality fueled egoistic behavior. Nice name.
End.
Friday, May 23, 2008
Tell you what.
Dear readers,
HEAVEN -The engineers of Life Corp. have revealed that we have an engineering problem concerning structural defects within the foundation of humanity.
Among the defects are naivety, conformist behavior, superficiality and dogmatism. Not to forget mention of the dogged determination to make the most money in this world and be the very best.
At the time of publishing, the president of Life Corp.,Mr God, was unavailable for comment.
Ratters
HOUSTON, WE HAVE A PROBLEM! HUMANITY IS FALLING APART.
HEAVEN -The engineers of Life Corp. have revealed that we have an engineering problem concerning structural defects within the foundation of humanity.
Among the defects are naivety, conformist behavior, superficiality and dogmatism. Not to forget mention of the dogged determination to make the most money in this world and be the very best.
At the time of publishing, the president of Life Corp.,Mr God, was unavailable for comment.
Ratters
Thursday, May 15, 2008
And I screwed it up.
Dear readers,
I learnt one thing today.
Read the question properly.
When its 0.02, its 0.02 GET the disease.
There goes my first question.
And 100%. >_<
So close.
Read the question properly.
When its 0.02, its 0.02 GET the disease.
There goes my first question.
And 100%. >_<
So close.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Stats and to do list.
Dear readers,
And I also wanted to make a to do list for myself. :P
So here goes.
Now the next post I am going to talk about the sorry state of humanity.
So expect something soon.
Ciao.
Greetings, today is STATS day.
Imagine the paper.
Venn diagrams,
Normal distributions,
Discrete Uniform distributions,
Ridiculous questions that make no sense whatsoever.
And best of all....
COMMENTS.
On why height and weight are positively correlated.
On why the number of times you wank is correlated to dick size.
On why the number of times you read retarded blog posts is negatively correlated with brain size.
Indeed.
Just wanted to say.
GOOD LUCK PEOPLE.
Imagine the paper.
Venn diagrams,
Normal distributions,
Discrete Uniform distributions,
Ridiculous questions that make no sense whatsoever.
And best of all....
COMMENTS.
On why height and weight are positively correlated.
On why the number of times you wank is correlated to dick size.
On why the number of times you read retarded blog posts is negatively correlated with brain size.
Indeed.
Just wanted to say.
GOOD LUCK PEOPLE.
And I also wanted to make a to do list for myself. :P
So here goes.
- Revise for M1, C1, C2 and C3(obviously).
- Cheerleading competition.
- Write the Perdana Leadership Foundation Essay.
- Train for swimming.
- Watch Manchester United play in the UEFA Champions League final and thrash Chelsea.
- Work hard for Economics AS and Geography AS.
- Go to OBS(to be frank I don't have much of a choice).
- Get an internship during the summer holidays.
- Go to THIMUN.
Now the next post I am going to talk about the sorry state of humanity.
So expect something soon.
Ciao.
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Tagged and drawn to quarters by democracy haters,
Dear readers,
Liberty taken to answer tag.
Tagged by: Nicole, Danil, Alvin, Darrel
Name 5 people you can think of right off the top of your head.Don't read the questions underneath until you write the names of all 5people.This is a lot funnier if you actually randomly list the names first..NO CHEATING!
- Darrel
- Ying
- Nicole
- Alvin
- Mahathir
DON'T READ AHEAD UNLESS U FILLED THE TOP
1. How did you meet 1? (Darrel)
I don't know. I think it was in Form 4. Whatever it is, meeting him made my life retarded. -_-
Good way? I shall give you the benefit of doubt.
2. On a scale of 1 -10 how would u rate your friendship with 1?(Darrel)
I would say 8.5 would be pleasant.
3. How long have you known 4? (Alvin)
Long enough to be friends. I think its four years since I met him.
4. How do you know number 3? (Nicole)
Let's say she was a classmate for two years. o_o No conversations. Just "hi" and "bye". Then I
the online conversations began. So I guess I started knowing her then.
5. Where's 5? (Mahathir)
In his house. Although I'd rather hope he is in the morgue of IJN.
6. A fact about number 1? (Darrel)
He thinks he is hot. But his mirror tells him lies. xD
7.Who is 4 going out with? (Alvin)
I don't know. He keeps mum. I knew for a certain period. Don't blame me. I'm just not sure whether he still is active.
8. What does 1 do for a living? (Darrel)
Self-praised. Not self-employed.
9. Would you live with number 3? (Nicole)
Why not, although I am sure she will go crazy if I am around her enough.
10. What do you like about number 2? (Ying)
She is sweet, cute and funny :D
11. Do you miss number 5? (Mahathir)
No, he can suck my balls.
12. Would you make out with number 4? (Alvin)
I did rather kill myself. Hehe. Would you like it, gaybo?
13. What’s your opinion of number 2? (Nicole)
She needs a break from IB.
14. What's your favorite memory with number 5? (Mahathir)
When he left office, I was very happy.
15. What would you do if number 1 (Darrel) and 2 (Ying) were going out?
-_-
16. Ever had a long conversation with 5? (Mahathir)
No.
17. Have you ever slept at 2's house? (Alvin)
Nope.
18. Do you hang out with 3 a lot? (Nicole)
Nope.
19. Who have you known the longest?
Mahathir.
20. How often do you talk to 1? (Darrel)
Always.
21. What about 2? (Ying)
Occasionally.
22. Have you ever thought 3 more than a friend? (Nicole)
HAHAHAHA. Sometime ago.
23. Would you go out for a date with 5? (Mahathir)
Nooooooo.
24. Do you dream about 2? (Ying)
Sometimes.
25. What did no 4 did to you that you can never forget? (Alvin)
Emo-ness and football.
26. What have you done for 1 that the person never forget? (Darrel)
LoL. Too much to say.
27. What's 3 hobby? (Danil)
Criticising the state of humanity and gambling.
28. Who do u want to TAG?
Everyone who reads my blog.
--END--
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
Freeze.
Dear reader,
Stop.
Time to straighten things out. I need to think.
I can't go on any longer so I must say I am stopping here.
This has been too much, it is overwhelming. And the reasons for continuing this chase have dried up a long time ago.
And yet, I continue the pursuit. Without a plan. Without a direction.
Now it is time to stop, before it all gets out of hand.
Or more.
Before I go crazy.
And start shouting at people.
And baying for blood.
"Sir!",this voice says to me.
I can almost predict what it is about to say. It is all within me, well rehearsed.
"Why do you talk about love, when you know nothing about it at all?"
I have no idea.
"Why do you plead to know when you know nothing at all?"
I have no idea.
"What is wrong with you, can we never see you? Aren't you invisible?"
I have no idea.
"You are a loser, my friend. True and true. Life hasn't worked out for you at all. Who cares about brains when you are emotionally autistic? Go lick yourself."
I have no idea. I will, my friend.
"Why do you whine and do nothing?"
Because I can't. There's nothing I can do without making it worse.
"Why do you not change when all your friends have?"
I have no idea.
"Why do you not know?"
I have no idea.
Answers, I can't find. But regret is parlance, in this case more than any other.
Stop.
Time to straighten things out. I need to think.
I can't go on any longer so I must say I am stopping here.
This has been too much, it is overwhelming. And the reasons for continuing this chase have dried up a long time ago.
And yet, I continue the pursuit. Without a plan. Without a direction.
Now it is time to stop, before it all gets out of hand.
Or more.
Before I go crazy.
And start shouting at people.
And baying for blood.
"Sir!",this voice says to me.
I can almost predict what it is about to say. It is all within me, well rehearsed.
"Why do you talk about love, when you know nothing about it at all?"
I have no idea.
"Why do you plead to know when you know nothing at all?"
I have no idea.
"What is wrong with you, can we never see you? Aren't you invisible?"
I have no idea.
"You are a loser, my friend. True and true. Life hasn't worked out for you at all. Who cares about brains when you are emotionally autistic? Go lick yourself."
I have no idea. I will, my friend.
"Why do you whine and do nothing?"
Because I can't. There's nothing I can do without making it worse.
"Why do you not change when all your friends have?"
I have no idea.
"Why do you not know?"
I have no idea.
Answers, I can't find. But regret is parlance, in this case more than any other.
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