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Written on: Monday, August 28, 2006
this week's gonna be quite busyTime: 11:49 PM tomorrow's the last phys module which means the difficult ws is due we're interviewing Mr Masagos Zulkifli for our malay journalism course, and there'll also be some GRADED (i hate that word) quiz. not a good time to screw up. then after sch i'm going to ncc hq with geeva to take our army ncc badge test. again, no screw ups. wednesday's a holiday cos our teachers have some training thing. enjoy your training, teachers. i wonder how its like to be trained or taught something, since you teach all the time... and i hope you have a GRADED quiz at the end. no, i'm not kidding. i really do hope so. thurs is teachers day, but after that some of us have to meet up with the specs for arms drill training. we better make sure we can do it well cos its tested for senior spec course. after that training, i dunno whether to go for chinese or to go back to nbps. that can wait. thers cip on fri, but that ends at 1. nothing much. THEN COMES SATURDAY AND SUNDAY. senior spec course is on, and we have loads to do. mutual, not screwing up, trying to get into ooc, listening to the all the shouting from the CLTs, kena tekan, and many more fun things only ncc is capable of doing. just so you know, Written on: Sunday, August 20, 2006
WASSUP YALLTime: 7:50 PM how's life been? no, wait! i don't wanna know. actually i do, but i can't hear you. so let's drop it. but YOU on the other hand are stuck at my blog. oooooh yes you are. somehow. soooo, where shall i begin... i'll start with my skin. blog skin, dumbass. i TOLD you i wasn't a badass. i TOLD you i was gonna change the skin. YOU IDIOTS WHO DIDN'T BELIEVE ME ARE GONNA GET IT. someday. now, on to something else. SINGAPORE IDLE! YES! NOT IDOL! cos the idiots who vote ain't voting right. lots of them are stoning in front of the tv, or somewhere, voting for joakim. now, i don't hate joakim, but i hate him. the way he sings, actually. yeah he can be a good entertainer and i'd love to see him on his on show or sth, but this is singapore idol goddammit. its a damn SINGING COMPETITION. there, i spelt it out for all yall tone deaf people. right now, i can only imagine what's going on in joakim's head. first probability: aw yes! the girls dig me! i'll just keep making cute faces, and soon i'll be singapore idol! WOOHOO! second probability: those damn stupid girls are damn stupid. i DON'T WANNA be in this competition. i know darn well the limits of my vocal capabilities, and i WANNA GET OUT OF THIS SHIT HOLE. BUT HOWWWW. THOSE DUMB GIRLS OR GAYS OR WHATEVER THEY ARE KEEP VOTING FOR ME. SCREW. YOU. IDIOTS. so for the good of singapore, please stop voting for joakim. but PAUL! aaaaaHA! i didn't forget you ma man. from the start, the judges said he could sing. my honest opinion is that his voice is sometimes ok, sometimes bearable, sometimes cannot make it. yeah he's cool and stuff and i too enjoy his jokes but i already said what competition singapore idol is. kids, don't make me repeat myself. SO! for MORE good, stop voting for paul too. instead, let's write in to mediumcorp and ask them to come up with this fantastic show where joakim and paul can shine. they'll do much better there. i'm done with that, but i swear there was other stuff to be talkethed about but i can't seem to remember. i'm gettin ol'... talking about getting old. i was reading through my old posts, and gosh, i'm disappointed in myself. how could you, man. how could i what? you darn idiot. idiot my ass. you shut up. no you shut up first. oh damn they're listening in... or rather reading it. let's BOTH shut up and let da main man talk. i read myposts and saw all kinds of variations of english. mostly bad. and the content! in the words of dick lee: it's not your fault that you couldn't hear yourself. in the words of florence: you've got the mak ciks aunties and maybe some of the pak ciks. in the words of ja: you reached a musical synthesis with yourself, whatever that's supposed to mean. in the words of ken: i said you have a good low voice, but i didn't say you used it well. in short, i was young and stupid. i'm now a little older, but i dunno about the stupid part... i've probably grown outta it. damn, the dumb singapore idol virus or whatever has infected me. NOOOOOO. ah yes! i remember now. i wanted to talk about gays. say this to them: FAG OR FICTION. i haven't figured out what that's supposed to mean, but that's your job if you're gonna say it. now i wanna talk about tall people. hello gala. hello flagpost. how's the air up there. what's your altitude. if you get dizzy, lie down. hold on to something when the wind blows. now i wanna talk about sleeping. i need some shuteye and a yoyo cos i'm damn tired. i just remembered something else i wanted to talk about. NEWSPAPER COLLECTION. yes, NEWSPAPER COLLECTION. it is the phenomenon where a newspaper collects itself. but now i reallyhave to sleep so i'll talk about that crap some other time. good night. and if you're waken up in the middle of the night by a loud sound remember my words: never mind that noise you heard its just the beast under your bed in your closet in your head oh wait. that's metallica's words in their song enter sandman. here's mine. never mind that noise you heard its just the pee under your bed in your closet in your head don't laugh, i'm serious. now i wanna SLEEP. goodbye person on the other side, hellooooo pillow, bed, mattress, bedsheet, bolster, pillow case and everybody in the house! make some noise! chinese and stuff
Written on: Friday, August 18, 2006
yesterday during chinese class we were doing some exercise where teacher reads a word and we write in hanyu pinyin. there was this word that had the u with the two dots above it, and the stroke was supposed to be above the u. this is a discussion between arif and i about the dots above the u.Time: 11:29 AM me: you musnt write the dots lah... arif: must lah you idiot me: don't need lah bodoh. just like i and j right. arif: walau eh need lah. ok wait teacher explaining. teacher: ok class. the u, the u on the word. the two dots. (she writes in on the whiteboard) arif: see i told you need the two dots teacher: the dots. don't use the two dots arif: **** that should give you an idea of how fun chinese can be. to all ya chinese ppl out there, happy new year. since i've nothing much to talk about, i'll start teaching again. EQUATION OF A STRAIGHT LINE while this may sound cmoplicated to people who havent learnt graphs and stuff, i assure you it is damn simple. no matter what mathematicians say, or no matter what all the damn maths books say, the equation is simplifidedly simple in actual fact. i'll now reveal it to you. FIRST. you put your pencil down. then you draw. TAKE THAT, MATH FREAKS. POSTMAN PROBLEM this was a topic covered by an RE(retarded, i mean research education) group during our presentation day. they were talking about finding the shortest path a delivery man can take from the popular warehouse to all the major popular bookstores in singapore. they talked about some algorithm thang and showed us lotsa drawings and stuff. i think they wasted their time. this is my solution. popular is DAAAAMN rich. so what they can do is buy a few trucks, get a few drivers, and send one bloody truck to each outlet or sth like that, and they're done. psst. i didn't use an algorithm ya jack*****. now here's sth i did during re some time ago. it made a lot of sense to me at that time, and it still does. i thus with to do a share, and the knowledge is going to all of you. yes, i share the story. you can be reading, but i say you it is a bit of a raaabish. maybe you want to be full of care, or your brain is exploding. Once upon a time, there lived a computer. This computer's name was com. He was a very good computer because he always listened to whatever his master said. His master loved him very much, and always spent a lot of money upgrading Com. Com was very happy as he had just been fitted with a super huge dunno what kind of screen, and he had the best graphics card known to man. He was a blazing fast computer with a hell lot of RAM. There were just so many cool parts to him, I can't bother listing them all out. But one day, an evil boy named Boy wrote a virus. It was a very good virus. It made people's computer cry and die. This boy flushed the virus down his virtual toilet, and it entered the sewers of computer land. It lived there for some time, and after awhile it had a whole clan. They were very happy viruses, and they wanted to do fun things. So one day each of them followed a sewer pipe until they reached a computer. Then they made the computer cry and die. All the antivirus companaies did not know what to do because the virus was very clever and weird. It could hide anywhere, and the weirdest thing was that the computers it bullied REALLY cried! Tears came out of their screens, and after awhile they died. One day, Com was switched on when he heard a knock somewhere at the back of his head. He said 'Come in!" and the virus said "OK!" The virus came in and Com saw it. He was very scared and he started to cry. He cried and cried, and he finally died. That was the end of Com. His owner could not re-use any part of Com as it had all exploded because of Com's tears. Then he lived happy every after. Now you know a fraction of me. just a small fraction. hey! that's maths! so its not THAT useless after all! NOW I LOVE MATHS! dammit i'm damn bored. maybe i'll seveneleven
Written on: Thursday, August 17, 2006
ya know that seven eleven ad where this kid get's taufik's autograph? well lemme tell the story from the kid's point of view first.Time: 1:46 AM dammit, i'm damn thirsty. i needa drink. now, where can i get a drink... AHA! seven eleven, its a store and more. awrite, grab a cup, and... oh shit. i'm too darn short. i can't reach the machine thing. hey, there's a man standing there. if i show him my cup he'll probably help me fill it. here goes... then taufik smiles, grabs the cup, and signs it. kid: WHAT?! all i get is a scribble?! oh wait. he's filling it up now. oh, i get it. its better to drink from a cup with scribbles on it. yeah this guy's cool. ah, here's my cup. wth he wants to knock his cup on my cup before he drinks. oh well, spasmo of the world, knock ya cup. now, from taufik's point of view. dumdeedum dee waste my bloody time. seven eleven ah... not enough ads is it? never mind. they're good people, so i'll do it for them. now wheres that kid... ah yes he's here. i gotta smile. darn it where's my pen. ah yes. (now he's signing and thinking) why the hell do they want me to sign this kid's cup?! i thought i'm supposed to fill his cup up or sth. spastic idiots. ok signature done. pretty, huh. director: AND CUT! (bulbasaur jumps out of nowhere, BABASOOR! SHING! SHING! bulbasaur used cut! yeah right i'm spastic) director: now kneel down both of ya, and take these new cups. taufik: wth? now they fill up a cup and ask me to use it instead. I DON'T UNDERSTAND. I DREAAAAAAM. oh now i get it... end of story well i hope i didnt hurt anyone's feelings. for the record, i have nothing against taufik, 7-11, or that kiddo. peace, brudders. now i better go get some sleep cos i got bloody sch tomorrow. DANG! Written on: Tuesday, August 15, 2006
oh DAMN. i typed a HELL LOT just now and then had that posting problem. so i copied everything but didnt paste it anywhere. and now THERES NO BLOODY THING TO PASTE COS I HAD TO CLEAR THE CACHE HOPING THAT WOULD LET ME POST ON MY BLOG.Time: 12:15 AM NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. WASTED MY TIME. MY BLOOD SWEAT AND TEARS. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG. why is this happening to me... i'm turning all green. ngah! argh! AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!! RAAAAARRRGHHHHHH!!!!!! HULK AGITATED! wth... Written on: Monday, August 14, 2006
Time: 10:49 PM Written on: Sunday, August 06, 2006
Time: 11:08 PM lets start off with sth like crap logic, or sth like that.i'm gonna tell yall why you shouldn't breathe so often.ya see, ya muscles in ya body need rest too. right? right? right.if ya work dem till they ache, then ya need lotsa sleep and rest to get back in propah shape.so same thing with ya lungs. if ya keep BREATHIN AND BREATHIN every DAMN few seconds, ya lungs will get tired. then when ya sleep, YA STILL BREATHE. less, but STILL BREATHIN!yeah, now ya startin to see a glimpse of my genius. but the horrible truth is not out yet.if you keep this up, ONE DAY YOUR LUNGS WILL GET DAAAAAMN cramped that you can't breathe. then you can spray deep heat inta ya mouth and inhale deeply, but it'll take some time before ya lungs feel awrite.SO, from now on, breathe less. when ya realize ya breathin too much, do this. STOP. LOOK RIGHT. LOOK LEFT. LOOK RIGHT AGAIN. now cross. i mean breathe. take in the sweet air, and pat yaself on tha back for taking good care of your lungs.now i'm gonna stop talking like a dunno who( most probably ali g) and write how i usually do. my fingers are really trembling, cos all the stuff that i wanna say hasnt come out of my mouth, so it wants to come out of my fingers. its painful, but its a skill. I'M SKILLED. HELL YEAH. i wanna teach english now. this cos i find lotsa ppl cant speak english well. haha. no, not you. you're doing just well. but take no offence, cos we all are bad at sth. FIRST! you must now what stuff like verbs, nouns, pronouns and stuff are. a verb, is when ya wanna burp or sth but control it, causing your whole body to vibrate. or, it is part of your backbone. this means that any word which is a verb is powerful and impactful, cos it gets stuff movin. without that part of your backbone you're screwed, and when you vibrate, you move! next. nouns and pronouns.i'm not really good at this, but i'm gonna give it a shot. well, you may think a noun is a seasoned or pro nun, but NO! dont be deceived. the word is evil and scheming, its trying to trick ya. a noun, in fact, is a dragon. its one of those huge powerful dragons that spew ice not fire. they live around the east and west pole, and they fly super high. a pronoun is not the adult of this dragon, but its a car. it was an old car-making company which is now defunct. in other words, i have no clue as to what a pronoun is.now! now its time to do sth i did a long long time ago. its......MAKING-FUN-OF-A-SONG-BY-KINDA-REPLYING-TO-THE-LYRICS TIME!today's song.... BECAUSE OF YOU BY KELLY CLARKSON!sorry kelly, i'm not makin fun of ya or sth. cos in case any of yall dont know, its about her parents and not about her boyfriend or sth like that. its a meaningful song, but i just have to make fun of it cos its so makefunable."Because Of You" I will not make the same mistakes that you diduh huh I will not let myself Cause my heart so much miserywhat?! I think you read your script wrongly I will not break the way you did,I didn’t break… You fell so hardYeah, but I still didn’t break I've learned the hard wayCorny… To never let it get that farOk, maybe that makes a little sense Because of youAll hail me I never stray too far from the sidewalkThat’s common sense Because of youNo need to praise me so much… I learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurtYes, yes… Because of youI get it. I’m great. I find it hard to trust not only me, but everyone around meWHAT?! That’s none of my business! Because of youI am afraidAWW, THAT’S SO SAD. YOU DAMN BLAMER! I lose my wayYes, we all lose our ways. Does that sound right? And it's not too long before you point it outHaha yeah I remember that one. I cannot cryDoes it hurt? Because I know that's weakness in your eyesOH, SO ITS MY FAULT AGAIN I'm forced to fakeYoda DID say may the force be with you, but I don’t think he meant it in this way.Shit, i'm getting lame. A smile, a laugh everyday of my lifeAnd…so? My heart can't possibly breakIt’ll most probably squish and smash and splsthshksxpk When it wasn't even whole to start withWHOA, fractional heart. You’re cool. Because of youMe again… I never stray too far from the sidewalkOh God… Because of you I learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurtGO DIE ON THE DANGEROUS SIDE Because of youI find it hard to trust not only me, but everyone around meYOU BLOODY PARANOID Because of you I am afraid ROT IN HELL YOU BLAMERI watched you dieWHAT?!?! I’M FRICIN’ ALIVE! I heard you cry every night in your sleepI don’t cry anymore you loser I was so youngI KNOW You should have known better than to lean on meYOU WERE TOO SHORT TO LEAN ON. YES, I LEARNT MY LESSON You never thought of anyone elseActually, I did. There was Thomas, Daisy, Jack…. You just saw your painHuh? And now I cry in the middle of the night For the same damn thingLol. You’re one screwed up jackass. Because of youI never stray too far from the sidewalk Because of you I learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt Because of you I try my hardest just to forget everythingI can hit your head for you Because of you I don't know how to let anyone else inWell first, you open the door. Then you say 'come in'. Because of you I'm ashamed of my life because it's emptyWell, you ARE a loser… Because of you I am afraid Because of you Because of you NEXT TIME, although I hope there will never be one, just say “Because of you: blabalbalblablablablabla” all the way to the end. 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