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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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)