What should I say, eh?

I know I disappeared for a long time and only one person misses me my blog posts (you know who you are)

So yes lets talk about a few things, no?


Irony.
Sheikh Muszaphar. 1st Malaysian to space. People joked that he "meninggal dunia" (literally, left the world)


So yeah bout "meninggal dunia" and going to outer space, some people in Malaysia made fun of that. But in the end it ain't this fella getting it but his bro. Quite unfortunate, really.


Hidden resilience
A testimony that cybercafe maniacs know how to kick ass. After being robbed by 2 guys with a parang (machetes), they took arms (with plastic chairs) and trashed the robbers.


Shock (and pain)
A man got his scrotum bitten by a dog. Thankfully, nothing more got chomped off. Don't wanna be sterile when life is still good, eh? (probably.)

It runs in the blood?



Controversy doesn't seem to be leaving the Spears family anytime soon. Brit's lil sis is pregnant at a young young age of 16 (thats my age, gah!). Which is why we should all stay from pre-marital sex. It really screws up a girls life. At least shes accepting that fact.


BLARDY JERRIES!

Today I had to kill 5 f****** King Tigers. With only 3 Sherman Fireflies. Just wiki them if you don't know what they are. Or how they look like. Oh and by the way I was playing Company of Heroes: Opposing Fronts. Blardy sick, mate, I tell ya.





Hugo Chavez needs some charm lessons. Cheerio.

Gahhh!!

Eating veggies confer much more energy compared to meat.
Meat comes from animals.
Animals, eat other animals.
Herbivores eat plants.
Plants make food from sunlight and is the start of the energy chain.
When herbivores eat plants, they only get 10% of the energy from plants.
When the carnivores eat the herbies (short form) they get 10% of the amount IN the herbies.
And the cruel cycle continues until the humies (humans) eat the carvies.







Only 10% from meat dammit (not counting all the energy lost in the process). Now I understand why vegetarians exist.

When the mind and soul cannot decide.

YLDP? Or TeenStreet?


At first, I was convinced that my church, being a member of the TRAC (Trinity Anual Conference) and YLDP (Youth Leaders Development Programme, if I'm not mistaken) being a TRAC-organized activity, would actually endorse and "promote" that camp this year. Instead they they endorsed TeenStreet. Not to say its less good than the other or anything of that sort. Its just that I'd like to meet up with some of the people I met at YouthQuake last year in YLDP.


Problem is, I'd have to go solo in getting myself there.


And not making things any easier to bear is the clashing dates.


YLDP: 05-09 Dec 07
TeenStreet : 08-13 Dec 07


If given a choice, heading for both is the best it could possibly be. The only physical drawback being a lighter wallet (for my parents) but its never the case of money anyway. But as seen above, the dates clash, YLDP isn't endorsed by my church, and most of my other-state friends are heading for YLDP.

Still. It isn't about me is it? Its bout knowing God and developing myself better for His purpose as I'm still extremely flawed, needing lots of refinement. *sigh*. If theres even any soul reading this I'd appreciate a prayer...


To my long-time-no-see acquaintances (you know who you are), should you ever have the time to read this, do accept my apologies. Although a certain bombastic vocabularian residing in Petaling Jaya wouldn't be too bothered with my absence since he/she has his/her darling to snuggle up to everyday and couldn't care less about me. Good for you then, good for you.

Cheers mates. Hopefully my mind doesn't become tormented to the extent of implosion.


Site for TeenStreet : http://www.teenstreet.om.org/
YLDP: N/A yet.

20.07.2007. Realized something?

Dates with the element of redundancy. 07/07/07 was one, and now 20.07.2007. etc.

These dates for some reason or another has some sort of significance to quite a number of people around the globe. (why I prefer "globe" over "world" is something only I will know)

07/07/07 was Live Earth day. To instill awareness amongst the people of the globe about saving our, globe. But its a long past story that still goes on and on till vile misconduct of nature is almost completely stamped out (if not totally).


Now, 20.07.2007.
The day I realized that in my (desperate) dedication to my duty, my fellow colleagues around me offer what can be known as counter-encouragement (trying to avoid dis- prefixes). When I'm pressurized in carrying out duties, instead of receiving assistance, I was only greeted with nonchalant stares from colleagues. Even more, I was told "jangan terlalu semangat la".

Its a daft contrast to what I've come to expect from fellow members of a (supposedly) upright organization. Perhaps its inevitable to have some who are less than enthusiastic, but about NOT offering support when I need it and instead putting me down even further makes me feel as though I'm a one-man-army pulling the strings in the battlefield, all the while getting fired at from all directions (and not to mention friendly fire) with no signs of stopping (for lack of a better analogy).

I'm not really known for talking (and writing) much. And lets just leave it as that. On a side note, I'll be indefinitely condemning myself to a "relationship-exile" due to a problem with my impulsive nature. It can last a day. Or it can last till I die. (I am feeling crude today)


Sigh. C'est la vie.



p.s. To those who don't really know which "organization" I mean, ask me personally. I might tell you. Or I might not.

Hilarity

This was what I found written on a notice outside the computer cabin in my school (smaller version of the comp. lab)


"Kabin komputer akan ditutup untuk 2 minggu kerana didapati bahawa pelajar menggunakan komputer untuk bermain game dan melayari Friendster, bukan untuk tujuan P&P"


Lol.
I just don't know how much I laughed silently after reading that.

Incorrigible

Lets face it, some things never change. Like I how I still blatantly depart this earth (no, I'm not dead. Yet. If that was what you're thinking. Sorry to disappoint some of you out there) to reside or perhaps, preside, in my fantastical realms within the limited boundaries of imagination found in the various games I play. Be it roaming in the realms of Oblivion, imagining myself as a famed, football manager grabbing quadruples with impunity or ruling a civilization from the age of stones and woods to lasers and, well, more lasers. As the day passes, I feel more and more lost to the touch of humanity, the reality of student life, and perhaps, the meaning to live?


The resolve and the determination to bounce back from mid year disappointments just fades away like the wind. Strong when it comes, gone after a moment. Some things just never change....never change....


Form 4 . It gets. On. Your. Neck.
Form 5. Mutilates. You. Entirely.
Form 6. Shreds. You. To. Meaty. Humanoid. Dust.

This IS upper secondary life. Summarized for viewing...pleasure.

Piss out.

Chicken scare again, the weathers humid. And I am getting humid as well. Apologies in advance if you ever catch me in a somewhat fowl foul mood.

Dark redemption, First and Final.

Additional Mathematics : 65%
History : 68%


Not good.
Not good enough.
Not good enough when roughly 80% of the (super) students in my class strikes 80% (for add maths) or 70% (history) and above. And even 90+ for Add Maths. With one fella getting 98%. I just can't understand them.
(Or rather, perhaps they just can't understand me and my (uber) crappi-ness when it comes to intricate maths, remembering facts, and possibly, my feeble scientific knowledge)

Even getting this:

EST : 86% (so-called "highest" in class)
and
Modern Mathematics: 89%


...doesn't change the fact that I'm still hundreds of acres, miles, kilometres, whatever, behind them. Lagging like a slow old cow chasing after a cheetah.


And, theres still Physics and Chemistry, among others, to chew upon. Will be getting my "death warrants" in due time.


And so its time to change. Even though past records of my attempts to do so are not in my favour, but I have no choice, but to do so.



My First and Final chance of redemption (for form 4, at least) comes in October (approximately). Crunch time.





The.Darker.Inner.Mind.Speaks.
Why am I talking about myself now?
Like I have anything else to blog about?
I didn't even have time for the newspapers during holidays.
Can't blame me for History, was sick the whole damn week before exams.
Can't blame me for Add Maths, I just don't like it in the first place.

Work all night, He does.

"All the night" the Lord was working,
Working in the tempest blast,
Working with the swelling current,
Flooding, flowing, free and fast.

"All the night" God's children waited-
Hearts, perhaps in agony-
With the enemy behind them,
And, in front, the cruel sea.

"All the night" seemed blacker darkness
Than they ever saw before,
Though the light of God's own presence
Near them was, and sheltered o'er.

"All the night" that weary vigil
Passed; the day at last did break,
And they saw that God was working
"All the night" a path to make

"All the night" O child of sorrow,
Can you not your heartbreak stay?
Know your God in darkest midnight
Works, as well as in the day.

The Chronicles of Life and Death : Day 9 & 10

I'm still in a gaming mood (not in blogging mood) and that means I'm just summarizing the hopeful event(s) which turned dour...
(not that theres any surprises here)

Day 9
Enlightening prospect: Add Maths 1, Bio 3

Add Maths 1: Turned out pretty...not-so-bad, (at least on Add Maths' standards) a few blips here and there (which is to be expected)

Bio 3: Nothing short of, hmm, appalling. Messed up procedures for Q 2 (was it?) but heck I didn't really care much in the end.


Day 10
(The day in which time came almost to a standstill)

Add maths 2: Sucks. Full stop.

Chem 3: Not so sucky, but still sucks.

See how I like to speed up time?

Day 9 remains permanently undecided while Day 10 is, well, you CAN assume, can you not? X)


Final Verdict
Life : 4
Death.... 5




I should've seen the impending, inevitable doom creeping up to me from the very beginning....

The Chronicles of Life and Death : Day 8

This, was yesterday

Boring session: Chem 1, ONLY
(for me anyway)

-Chem 1: Chem 1 on its own isn't really a daunting prospect. Its the time before it that really made me as excited as staring at a blank wall (or one with pink polka dots). Felt like collapsing on the back of my chair with my head dangling during the paper. That was how bad it was. For my collapsing body anyway.

Verdict: Life

After day 8,

Life: 4 ; Death: 4



Add maths coming up. Survival is not guaranteed.

The Chronicles of Life and Death : Day 6 & 7

Well, this is called being lazy

"Day 6" was suppose to be 2 days ago but at that time lacked any mood whatsoever to hit the "log in" section. So yea shall make up for lost time in this post. Day 7 of exams is today anyway, in case any of you lost track (in which I don't really blame you)

Day 6

Brain-crackin' session: Physics 1 & 2
Descriptions:
- Physics 1 : Damn I was hopeful for this.

-Physics 2 : %&#! it its all screwed up. I'm damn confident I'll get a big fat z.e.r.o for one whole experiment. The best I can ever hope for is an A2.




.Dam.mit.

Death is the answer.

Death (+1)

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Day 7

(another) Brain-crackin' session: Moral
Description
- Moral : Well (applicable to lower sec students) don't go thinking "alah...its moral only, sap sap sueh punye. Close 3 eyes also can do wannn" (insert chinese-like tone)

Bloody hell.


The next best thing to a sledgehammer when it comes to cracking brains. And I mean it literally.
Even memorizing 7 "Bidang Pembelajaran (BP)" came to little, if any, avail.
(on a sidenote, those 7 BP's amounted to 36 "nilai" or moral values. Complete with definitions. All memorized. Most wasted. @#%$)


Days couldn't get better, could they?


After days 6 & 7,
Life : 3 ; Death: 4




**For your dear information, I decide to place the day that I had Biology as "Life", due to its somewhat "Okay-ness". Especially when compared to the likes of History, Moral, Chemistry and Physics. Oddly, I found BM this time tolerable.



Chee-chah everyone. Freak times 'bout to begin. A minor skirmish of Chem 1 tomorrow while next week theres Chem 3 and....


add maths.


DeathClock Prediction:
Survival : 666-1
Biting the dust : 1-666



My. This sure IS a bright ray of hope.

The Chronicles of Life and Death : Day 5

Hohoho I'm back
And nobody's interested


Anyway as promised...


Day 5

Torture sessions : Bio 1, EST 1, Bio 2
Description
- Bio 1 - Facts twirled around my head. Some even defected and left permanently, leaving a big gaping hole in my memory banks. Dilemmas aplenty. And folks, this is only paper ONE

- EST 1 - You can call this a breather. Or a mind strain. It was both to me. Its not Bio, thats one. But then, its EST. Simple comparison? I shall elaborate further. EST 1 has an ESSAY. A report which deviates from standard reports (geddit?). Not entirely pleased with how it went, but heck, thats life. Especially for a student.

- Bio 2 - If dilemmas were aplenty in paper 1, this is, well, so to say, even sweeter. 'nuff said. Still, I managed to write 3/4 of a page only, and ONLY on this:
"Describe how the body temperature is regulated in the body...." (12 marks)

Something like that. And its end-product was a 3/4 page just on that.

Verdict : Undecided. I still feel confused on this. Shall update in a matter of days.

After day 5:

Still the same,

Life: 2 ; Death: 2 ; Undecided: 1

lol?

The Chronicles of Life and Death : Day 4

Day 4

Torture Sessions : History 2, Chemistry 2
Descriptions
- History 2, the Father of all Dooms.. Facts slipped out of my mind faster than I can say "hold on!" Even asked about structural layouts of the monuments. Like I'd know.

- Chemistry 2 : Where History is the Father of all Dooms, Chemistry is the very manifestation of Doom itself. Ha....ha....ha........I feel like imploding.

Verdict : "Death" . Goes without saying.

After day 4,

Life : 2 ; Death : 2


Looks like the clutches of Death ain't too far away.

No updates 'till exams for me resumes next Monday. Happy rotting till then.

The Chronicles of Life and Death : Day 3

Day 3

Tiresome Sessions : Maths 1, EST 2, Maths 2
Description
-Maths 1. Pretty fine, save for a few minor headaches (which I apparently struck wrong)

-EST 2 : Reminds me of Form 3 tests. Objective all the way. Again, few headaches. Nothing much to rant.

-Maths 2 : Blast it. Straight lines proved to be more complicated then expected.

__________________________________________________________________


That straight enough?

And statistics. My my. Wasn't even touched or even mentioned by the maths teacher and here it is smacked (literally) right at our faces.
(The only preparation I had for that chapter was 1/2 hour this morning before exams started. Talk about last minute preparation.)


Still, I have enough faith to get by in this one. I (desperately) hope.

Verdict : "Life"

After day 3,

Life : 2 ; Death : 1


A resolve to continue living? We shall see....

The Chronicles of Life and Death : Day 2

Day 2

Torture Run-through sessions : ENG 1, SEJ 1, ENG 2
Description :
-ENG 1 was like a relaxing walk. Creativity bursting forth like a fountain (pardon the clichéd analogy) Was skeptical at 1st, but eventually wrote a 3 page essay for each question with each paragraph filling approx. 1/2 a page =)

-History. Say nothing more. Tarnished what would have otherwise been a nearly happy exam day.

-ENG 2. Tarnished the day even more. Especially literary components. Don't know what the bloody heck those damn poems mean. They're all Madagascar-ian to me, at any rate.


Verdict : "Life". Barely.

After day 2,

Life : 1 ; Death : 1

Its even stevens again.

The Chronicles of Life and Death : Day 1

Since I'm in an all too dreary mood, I shall chronicle the events (or rather, the exuberantly tiresome ordeal) of my 1st ever full SPM format exam! (hurrah?)

Days shall be given a verdict of either a "Life" or "Death". (self-explanatory) and will continue until the end of exams (for me anyway).


Day 1
Torture sessions : BM 1 & 2
Description : Its hell out here, I can feel the heat climbing up my neck, arghhhh..... *static*.........
Verdict : Pretty obvious isn't it? "Death".


See how it plays out now? This will be updated each exam day. If anyone at all still exists and reads this. At the end of the exam, I shall calculate the amount of "Life"s and "Death"s I accumulate and shall then determine what truly will be of my fate (at least by feelings) in the aftermath of this ordeal.

Hence after day 1,


Life : 0 ; Death : 1




A verrryyy encouraging start by all means.

Damn

UEFA Champions League Semi Final 2 - 2nd leg

AC Milan 3 - 0 Man Utd
(5 - 3)

Ouch. Nothing completes my day better than that.
(Any dumbass can tell you I'm being sarcastic. And feeling somewhat foul.)



Thing is, Milan, after their involvement in a particular football match fixing scandal in Italy which happened a year ago, SHOULD NOT even be in the Champions League in the very 1st place! Does it make sense for a team who tarnished the name of Italian football, to represent them? If they were disqualified from the competition, things would've been very different. By the way if you're an AC Milan fan, don't even think of denying that. Its fact.

Not that this is sour grapes I'm having right now nor am I denying AC Milan's prowess. Its just a matter of legitimacy of Milan to compete in the worlds most prestigious continental competition in the aftermath of being involved in one of the worst scandals to ever hit Italian football, or anywhere in Europe for that matter. If it was Inter Milan, not AC, who came up against United, and beat them, I'll have nothing to say about that. Really.



Still, whats done is done. Ironic really, both English FA Cup finalists (Man Utd, Chelsea) bit the dust in the semi finals of the Champions League.



So there. In the Champions League Final in Athens, my money's on Liverpool.





Again.

Unparalleled Predicaments.

Maaan what can be better than being struck down with fever nary a week before exams are bound to start. Repercussions abound (no-brainers, all of these)

-Studies goes down the drain
-Brain unable to take my usual leisure time online/gaming, which, collectively is normally 3-4 hours per day.
-Lyin' on the sofa or the bed practically the whole day. I could joyfully remember how agonizingly slow time flew.







C&C3 Tiberium Wars...ahhh...if not for this fever of mine which has, at this moment, noticeably subsided and waned, I would be playing that for 7 hours straight per (holi)day (duration spent reserved for certain games)!! Damn the exams man.


Heck, exams are seriously over-rated anyway. Scientifically proven. By me no less.

And what this meatbag needs now is a good night's sleep. Oyasuminasai.

Arriverderci Roma

The picture says it all. Doesn't happen everyday, ya know. xD

New diet.

Pornography is (supposedly) banned in most countries. But it is promoted in a particular kingdom known to many as the "Animal Kingdom". And here to lead the "Modernistic Wild-lifestyle Revolution" is none other than pandas (specifically, Chuang Chuang the panda). Imagine those furry, whity-blacky bears potting around......




....watching porn?




In a (presumably desperate) attempt to repopulate the panda empire, the caretakers of ol' "Chuang Chuang" legislated pornography of a rather similar kind, only with different...."actors". But, unlike the more...ahem...civilized species (which is, if you haven't known, h.u.m.a.n.s), this panda as shown above isn't responding favourably to the "healthy" diet of sex ed provided for him.





Though it isn't really successful this time,

It HAS to start somewhere.

Time is f.l.e.e.t.i.n.g

Gosh. Time is hardly in my hands. Or anyone's for that matter.


Well, it NEVER was.


School is like a merry-go-round. Minus the joy-ride. So posts are farrrrrr and fewwwwww betweeeeeeeen. Just figured that I should let the very few souls out there who happens to read this ""methodical"" yet lichen-filled thing-of-a-blog that posts are gonna be as scarce as finding diamonds in Mount Everest.



Sigh. C'est la vie'.

Much to tag, I have.

Another cycle comes eh. Well, from an act of sympathy by none other than the suitably-titled (and admittedly endearing) "Leetle Chubster" (I'll leave who he/she is to your scouting abilities, if any of you possess it) a tagging game has been passed on to me. And thus, revealing (a wee bit) more about the rather outer-worldly life of mine, here goes the tagging conditions :


People who get tagged need to write in their blog 6 weird things about themselves.
In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names.


so here goes :

1) i.hate.traveling. (pretty obvious, isn't it?)

2) I am an ultra-depressed person whose suicidal tendency is 0%. (Now THATS weird.)

3) In extreme boredom, I tend to act out scenes from my favourite animes. Locked up in my room of course.

4) I suffer a much higher frequency of hormonal rages (is that how its said?) compared to normal teens.

5) Get me a zanpakutou, or a Death Note. And I'll be a VERY happy guy. Period. Or if not possible, anything cool from animes would be adequate compensation.

6) This meatbag, who is the "author" of this "blog" is a r.e.c.l.u.s.e. Believe me or not, ask the Gab-ster a.k.a "blackparadergab" who happens to be an elusive figure in the internet world.

NOW THE ONES I SHALL TAG

1) Syafiq Naqi (He needs some inspiration. Well, not much actually)
2) Fann "The Unfallen Gazer" Shar Linn (she'll surely have more than 6 weird things to mention)
3) Jaslyn (her blogs kinda...hmm...1/2 dead. But you know... I doubt she'd even see this. lol)
and so....
3) Vanessa Ho (I think she'll most probably do it)
4) Kaytrieese
5) Amanda
6) Ern Wei (he might like this sorta thing)


My part is done. With this I shall end my part of the tag.


Yours truly,
the sarcastic chum (a very, VERY original title)

Accelerated Ageing

Yikes.

I've discovered that in terms of facial appearance, I'm beginning to look much, much older than my age would suggest.
Cos' between :

-an increasingly noticeable moustache

-a beard which becomes more apparent as the day goes by.

-full-fledged wisdom tooth(s)

-an increasingly glum-looking face. (without actually being glum)

-and several streaks of white silver hair running (un-noticeably) along my usually dull black hair

Age has definitely caught up to me, at the ripe ""old"" age of 16.

A sad fact, one that must be lived with for...lets see....another 5-6 more decades at least? provided a lorry/car/bike/M1 Abrams/equivalent doesn't ram into /blast/obliterate me and circumvents my expiry date.


Haih haih.



Back to studies and repetitive life. Do sympathize with the "senior citizen".

Fantastical idealism

Fantasies...don't they just bring another element of life to life? lol.


There are a few things that I have ALWAYS dreamed wanted of becoming. Thought I'd just share with the world the things I would have LIKED to become, but due to the bondage to realism, it is never possible. And thus, listed in order, they are :



#1) becoming a "shinigami" (based on the anime/manga Bleach)

Ahhh the way I imagine myself in my deep deep day dreams and in my wildest fantasies. Wouldn't it be cool to have your very own, personalized zanpakutou? (the standard armament of a shinigami, each having unique abilities based on the wielders spiritual strength and personality) And also to be able to battle at light-speeds and having spiritual pressure (or otherwise known as "reiatsu") emitting from within your very self, pressure which can reach crushing-levels (Imagine being 100 000 feet underwater [yes, 100 000 feet, though there are no oceans that deep underwater]) affecting any unfortunate fella with a poor or with nearly-non-existant "reiatsu" in a vicinity proportional to the amount of reiatsu emitted by a shinigami. (I think)

#2) becoming a Jedi (or in my case, a Sith would be a more accurate term to use)

I am darkness made manifest. lol.

The next best thing to becoming a shinigami is being a Jedi (or Sith). How much fun will it be to be able to command the Force. And the best part : A lightsaber. One of my most favourite weapons. The perfect definition of e.l.e.g.a.n.c.e (and not to mention diabolical-ness). And yes yes, the power of light(ning) is at my fingertips. hua hua hua.


#3) becoming a Space Marine (from the Warhammer 40k universe)

So it DOES exist in real life after all!

Well, only as a life-sized plastic figurine. huhu.

The ultimate fighting force in the universe of the Warhammer 40k series. Basically genetically-enhanced superhumans who have undergone extreme training regimes which can kill normal humans, psycho-chemical conditioning, fully-geared, bearing a heavy resilient nature and brutally trained solely for the purpose of obliterating any enemies who oppose the Emperor (some guy at the helm of the Imperium of Man, and also from whom they acquire a small, teeny bit of DNA from.). Armed to the max with auto-loading slug cannons, bolters (basically guns), plasma rifles and ..of course...ORBITAL STRIKES (think "Death from Above". hehehe). And not to mention the power armour they wear. To be honest, I'm not a huge fan of the WH40k series, but I do play a game series based on it. And its still cool nonetheless. For me anyway.


And so thats about it for fantasies for now. As I gain more intricate pieces of delusional imaginary fantasies, I shall elaborate more on my fantastical world beyond what the eyes can see.





To those of you who think that was silly, all I have to say is, everyone has fantasies. Only that it manifests itself in a different form. So there.

Unfulfilled Desires.

Nothing feels more wrenching than having a whole-A4-sized wishlist virtually unfulfilled. Though it isn't really logical to mention that not having any of these fulfilled this early in the year, still, not even one among my wishlist has been fulfilled thus far. And do disregard the one listed above, my ACTUAL wishlist goes wayyyy deeper than that, which most of them I would not be inclined to mention. Regardless there are a few I would like to point out and wail about.





#1) an XBox 360



The green and white box of death. (comes in pink too, or perhaps all it offers is a DIY paint kit. or perhaps its just me hallucinating) Bro said he's gonna get it. (and he said it a month or 2 before PMR 06) .....but still I have yet to get my (very) itchy hands on one. And much to my dismay, gotta wait quite a while. A looong while...before I can finally lay my hands on the Holy Grail of entertainment . Albeit for a very short, period of my very own, personalized, Golden Age. Before form 5 swallows me up in 2008. Thats if I EVER get my hands (and not just my eyes) on the Xbox 360.


#2) A new rig. (in other words, a new computer. preferably a super-computer)



An alternative if I don't get an XBox 360. It'd be cool if it were like that one. But a far-fetched wish of course. All I need is one powerful enough to play the latest games at a steady frame-rate. Cos with the rig I have now, the cool games play like screwed games. Not that they're screwed up, its the rigs specifications that ain't up to standard. For Pete's sake my pals already got their blasted upgrades. WHERE'S MINE?!?!?!?!?


#3) Improve footy skills

A hard-but-true fact. My skills. Are absolutely. Appalling. Can't even fire a decent shot. And a simple straight pass takes wayyy too much e.f.f.o.r.t. and c.o.n.c.e.n.t.r.a.t.i.o.n. Its time for a(nother) session of rehab. And it goes on. And on. And on. And when I finally get the hang of it, it might be time to bid adieu to this world. Geddit?

psst. don't wanna humiliate myself in fronta da galz.....lol

The ball is round, after all.

Alritey. Lets talk about football for once. Specifically, Liverpool. A team who not-too-long-ago (from time of posting) got trashed and decimated, torn apart (and any other degrading terms you can apply) 1-3 and 3-6 (If I'm not terribly mistaken) in 2 separate cup games consecutively to the same team, Arsenal, . Thats not the point. The real point is, both of those humiliating, smack-in-their-face results happened at their own backyard (in other words, in their home stadium). If you were any one of the people in the Liverpool hierarchy, that'd be quite a bomb to swallow.

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>>>>>>>>>>>>>>And fast forward to the present.>>>>>>>>>>>>>

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Liverpool defeated defending EPL champions Chelsea 2-0 at the very same ground that they got trashed, decimated, torn apart and nearly, literally rendered non-existent (ok perhaps the last term used was an exaggeration) not too long ago. Which is what makes football (notably the EPL) so appealing. Next thing you might find, Liverpool (or any big team, for that matter) may get thrashed by a bottom team of the bottom-most division in the hierarchy of the English League.


The ball is indeed round. The way it rolls is never always the same.


Same goes for life. Real life.



Before school started, it was a bore, an un-consequential short life in hibernation. At least before and after YouthQuake. During YouthQuake, it was the only short period of ecstatic-ism in what would otherwise be a static, bordering on life-less, well, life. Despite that, it was strangely pleasant. To a certain degree.



And now?



Well lets just say, at the moment, in life, I've got more self-incinerating bombs strapped on my back at the moment than life-support kits on stand-by. Don't worry if you didn't get that.



A not-so-pleasant class to be in, strands of loneliness creeping back, solitude becoming a normality, and the need to be love and be loved (dammit la, someones post making me emo-ish already. LOL)



As for the good things in life?
Zilch at the moment. Just waiting for the prefectship call-up. The interviewing part, I mean. Not much else I can hope for as most of my "love targets" are snapped up already. Guess its back to the tactics room for a total tactical make-over.









Or perhaps a poo is all I need.

Rain rain, go away. Or life's gonna' sway away...

Just when everyone thought it was back to normal.....




It strikes again. No denying it.







Johor Bahru has become a watery shithole....








......again.









After (another) 2 days of continuous rain (up until time of posting) floods are back! How wonderful.
(Guess there won't be any more need for swimming pools and artificial ponds in the aftermath of this phenomenon.)

2 watery views from the window. How vibrant.


And as an icing to the cake to add salt to the wound, I was down with fever in this absolutely wonderful shitty weather.
(Imagine feeling cold + in a cold weather. = ???? ...You do the math.)




Much better now however, to keep ranting on and on about the current, horrendous weather (verryyyy obvious, isn't it?). However, I'm not inclined to comment any further on this, as you can pretty much see it for yourself, just by looking out your windows....
(applicable only to viewers in certain states, most notably, Johor-ians, of course)




Various pics mostly from Kota Tinggi. Which are just a glimpse of the whole story





Well, just one thing we can learn from this. If you're not in it,






be thankful.

Tis' been a bad year so far. :(

A title which is the total opposite of what one of my fellow blogger posted.
(To the diligent readers, I'm sure you would've come across him/her.)





And it is rightfully justified.
(For now only, I desperatelyhope)






My days in schools are extremely numbered and am on the brink of self-implosion. And no better way to end that than being in a class where there's no hope for positional social survival. Not having even ONE close buddy in my class completes an acrimonious series of unfortunate events.
(And the fact that the bunch of people in my class aren't those I can get along with. Nothing personal against them. Just can't gel.)


Or maybe its just me being my usual, cryptic, self. I go through times like this too anyway.
(Come to think of it, its always been this way for the past 16 years. So perhaps the problem has got something to do with my sociability neurons. Wherever and whatever that is.)



Anyway things just gets better when the subjects the form 4 students are taking are all thick chuckloads of encyclopedias each, except EST.




(What? More and more studying? Will it ever end? WILL IT?)





And I haven't even touched on Form 5 yet.


So there, happy surviving to me for 2007. Hoping to catch some fish while I'm at it.


And hoping the big, Red Devil, swallows up the Blues and grabs the grand kingfisher.
(Only a particular group of people would know what I'm talking about. xD)

I walk a (really) lonely road, on the boulevard of broken dreams...

After a relaxing year in 2006, I figured that it makes no sense to pull a happy disappointed face coming into 2007. Another lonely road full of trials, tribulations, shitloads, and controversies ..........






bloody exams.
(If only it was literally, Dracula might promote me)







Regardless. 2007. Hmmm....lets see what I can look forward to...

The Pluses
-Morning session (finally)
-Fresh air
-Another (last-ditch) shot at prefect-ship
-Getting afternoon naps at home (rather than in school, which proved a lil' troublesome)
-Getting the chance to eat burgers

The Minus-es
-The dawn of the executioners a.k.a :
a) Additional Mathematics
b) History
c) BM (to a certain extent)
-No more solat times to catch a breather
-Having to rebuild my rep(-utation) from scratch.
-Longer exam periods.
-More studying (sigh)
-Losing more time on the comp (SIGH)
-LOSING MY CONNECTION TO THE FORCE!!!!


Just kidding. The "Force" doesn't even exist at all (in the real world, anyway, except the kind of "force" which happens all the time, if you know your Science stuff)

Bye bye. Gotta sleep now. Schools in 9 hours (from time of posting)





Welcome to the beginning, the beginning, of the end....




If you're wondering about the "boulevard of broken dreams" part, well, its true to a certain extent, just ask me, meatbag.

Taking a bullet train to Oblivion. (While glancing at the dust left behind)

The title speaks for itself, doesn't it? I'm form 4 already. And in a blink of an eye...



*poof*





Then I''ll be 17 and facing SPM right up my nose. This is definitely a free ticket I never want.
(but with Earth's increasing temperal pressure, nobody has a say in this matter. nincompoops. Don't get what I mean? Then you're perfectly fine.)




Heres the highlight of the crappy moments that made 2006 a trip to oblivion and back relaxing encounter.




January
-15th Birthday. Celebrated it in my secret, 60 feet underground hideout.
-Re-elected as monitor, decided to polish up expression-less face.
(and not to mention wearing my tie a lil' "slack-ier" unlike in previous years)


February
-Dropped the post (as monitor), became sick of it. Vowed never to become one again.
-First monthly test, did adequately.


March
-Nothing note-worthy, save for some shit spattered across the neighbours backyard.
(that was just a joke, nothing happened, really.)


April
-2nd test, did OK enough
(again)


May
-Mid-year exam, scraped through
-Mid year holidays. The (temporal) joy it brought.


June
-World Cup!!! [glares nonchalantly]


July
-SHIT ITALY WON.
-3rd test


August
-Trial exam. Did fine.
-zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz


September
-zzzzzzzzzz *WHAT?? PMR'S NEXT MONTH??!?!?!?*


October
-PMR. *yawn*
-Had fever on the 4th day, after finishing with KH paper.
-Recovered on the 5th day before taking Geography. Didn't study adequately enough. Expected the worst


November
-Games games games games games............[drools]


December
-zzzzzzzzzzzz
-YOUTHQUAKE!!!!!
-zzzzzzzzzzzzz
-PMR results. Disappointed. Relieved.
-Still without a special person after another fruit-ful less year. harhar. *fakes shows depressed look*





and 2007?







1st stop on the bullet train to Oblivion -> Form 4








byebye. pray for a safe journey for me.
(though I doubt anyone will. sniff)