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Written on: Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Time: 8:31 PM hi, after some time of not posting, i thought i'd just say I HAAAATE PEOPLE! no i'm just kidding. now that got your attention, didn't it? today i don't think i'm gonna make fun of people. i think there were people i wanted to make fun of awhile ago, but after falling asleep on the sofa while eating (i slept at 9 yesterday, and didn't do much today! SHIT DEI!) and waking up in a daze, i've forgotten. so you people whom i wanted to make fun of are daaaaaaaamn bloody lucky. lucky duckies. but i won't forget forever. some day i'll remember who you are, and i'm gonna post the shit out of myself, all just to make fun of you and make you look like the shithead you are. YOU SHALL HIDE FROM THE WORLD NO MORE! all that up there may not be entirely fake. for all you now, i really am a creep. maybe i'm a BIG creep! or a green one! the point is... you'll never know. draco, dormiens, nunquam, titillandus. don't wake a sleeping dragon. FORESHADOWING! YEAH! that was supposed to foreshadow what this post is mainly about. HARRY POTTER! there are several crude names which i use to refer to that fella, but to preserve the chastity of this blog, i shall suffer to remain silent. that burden upon me shall forever rest, for i cannot bear to shed its ugly face to thee, gentle friend. WHOA where the hell did that come from. something i found in book 7: dumbledore's put-outer was referred to as a deluminator throughout the book. i only managed to read some of book 1 awhile ago, and there was no mention of said 'deluminator'. chapter 511 of the magical act states that all magical items shall go by one name, to avoid confusion. may i now call upon my first witness, Mr. E Man, to the stand. mr e shuffles forward (right now if you're getting really confused as to what's going on, take comfort in the fact that i'm just as clueless as you. my fingers seem to have a life of their own. so just stop wondering and read on) mr e, is it true that you have read all seven harry potter books? err, yes? i'm the one asking questions here. have you or have you not read all seven harry potter books? yes? er! i mean yes! good. now, what is that silver thingy which dumbledore uses to suck the shit out of nearby lightsources? and yes, that includes your left butt cheek which seems to glow mysteriously. HEH? what! my butt cheek doesn't glow! it does. DOES SNOTT! does to. NOW ANSWER MY QUESTION! scroll up if you forgot what it was. HEH? err... its called a put-outer. NO WAIT! a deluminator! NO WAIT AGAIN! a putoutertator! NO! a DELOUTER! NO! WAIT! I KNOW THIS! I -! --ERGH! AAK! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! then he turned into a famous painting.
completely unrelated moral of the story: maybe its a small mistake in the books, or maybe, when i finish rereading, i'll understand the change of name. even if J.K. Rowling (note, full name here) did make a mistake, i still think she's a bloody genius. i think the harry potter series is fantastic, and i may go mad just wishing its all true, as i've said in some other post. thanks to her, i had and will have something good to read over and over and over and over again. i'm just silently hoping that there's a remote chance out there somewhere in the middle of the sahara desert that J.K. Rowling is gonna write another book. she is gonna write an encyclopedia, though, and i'm sure as hell gonna get it. i'll just have to wait. and one more thing. i hope i find the meaning of hogwarts motto: draco dormiens nunquam titillandus. i really respect J.K. Rowling, and now i've gotta go. new stuff
Written on: Sunday, July 29, 2007
hey, fellas!Time: 12:04 PM my blog's changed! it now has a tagboard! strange things happen here... click 'idiot'. AND i finally got the mat blog up. AND made the first post. AND got them a tagboard. AND got them a statcounter. YOU ALL OWE ME YOUR RUDDY LIVES! no lah just kidding. why would i want your bloody lives anyway. i've got mine. btw 'siapa tanya' means 'who asked'? its a long, LAME (****AHEM********) story which i do not wish to trouble you with. and check this out, from avatarist poor bush... just because you're an idiot, you're subjected to so much crap from so many people. i believe that idiots shouldn't be treated that way. its just not right. its just... left. YEAH RIGHT! you wanna be treated like a normal person, then start behaving like one. stop getting so carried away with your strange ideas. i know, they work out very well in age of empires and warcraft, but this is World of Real, Age of THISISNOTAGAME, DUDE! anymore from me? nah i'm done. i hate it
Written on: Tuesday, July 17, 2007
i remember talking about how people are like in the mrt, but i just wanna say it again cos so many people can BLOODY PISS ME OFF so easily in the train.Time: 10:24 PM i don't see how frickin hard it is for someone to move a little to the centre of the carriage, so others can move in. TO ALL YOU ASSHOLES OUT THERE GUILTY OF SUCH INCONSIDERATE BEHAVIOUR, I HOPE YOU UNDERSTAND EVERY WORD I'M SAYING, AND I HOPE YOU TELL EVERY INCONSIDERATE PERSON YOU KNOW TO COME READ THIS. i think reading this will piss you off, but TO HELL WITH YOU. its about time you know how its like to get PISSED OFF. in fact, i hope you get so pissed you hurt yourself. firstly. you are not assigned a section of the floor to protect. you can always move somewhere else, and the train will still stay intact. i know its hard for some of you to understand this simple fact, but please do try. your smallish brains may still be able to understand some things and, if everyone was less protective of their piece of floor, then getting in and out of the train would be a breeze. no need for elaboration, just imagine. so i have decided. in fact this decision was made a long time ago. i will walk through any idiot who's stupidly in my way when i'm tryin to get in or out of the train. or, i'll ask him why he can't move, as i have to some, only to stare back at their stupid face cos they either ignore me, or they're just so damn FRICKIN stupidly irritating. AND, please don't stand in front of the gateway thing. once you tap your card, GET OUT! no sentimental feelings for your train, please. if you don't know where to go next cos you're new to that place, WALK A LITTLE AHEAD THEN STOP AND LOOK! COME ON PEOPLE, USE YOUR FRICKIN BRAINS!!! there are people out there who'd give a lot to have a proper brain, so if you think you don't need yours, please don't be selfish. think of those poor, other brainless people (only they're better cos they wanna be smart. all my respect goes to you fellas, no kiddin.) and finally, just something i was thinking about you can't call me crazy cos maybe you're crazy then again, maybe everyone else is crazy except me or the both of us are crazy, save the rest of the world or EVERYONE in the world is a different sorta crazy so who tha SHIT is normal? and i'm gonna set up a mat blog soon. please do visit it as soon as its up. aWHOO!
Written on: Wednesday, July 11, 2007
i just wanna comment on how STOOPID our local gameshows have become. WHO (*hint**hint**cough**sputter*) or WHAT caused all of this?Time: 10:05 PM we started off with the pyramid game. that game was fabulous. you had to really use your brains, and although it wasn't as bright and shiny and noisy as other gameshows around at that time (think the original wheel of fortune. HELL lot of lights everywhere. its like they really needed lotsa help in seeing clearly). but right now i think i should get to my BLOODY (IDIOT HOMEWORK) HOMEWORK (STUPID HOMEWORK), so i'll continue this some other time. finally, the good side in me is getting bolder. but lemme leave you with a story, inspired by when saiful playfully asked me if he should stuff a piece from a food wrapper that he had, below his mrt seat. so this is the story i told him. imagine ah, you threw stuck your wrapper there, and happily walked away. but since its so small, nobody probably noticed it, and it being dirty, attracted ants from below the seat. what if one day this guy is on the way to his mom's birthday party somewhere, feeling all happy and excited about it, and he happens to take saiful's seat. of course, he wouldn't know of the wrapper and the ants and all, so he'll sit there happily, while the ants crawl up and into his pants. but STILL he doesn't realize anything, until at the birthday party when he sings the birthday song. happy birth*OUCH* day *AH!* to yo*OOH!* imagine how crushed he must have felt. long days
Written on: Sunday, July 01, 2007
Time: 10:28 PM In this post: An almost detailed account of saturday morning CONFESSION TIME Another account of saturday, but the second part of it. afternoon. er, almost detailed Today AN ALMOST DETAILED ACCOUNT OF SATURDAY MORNING yesterday was an idunnowhatthehell kind of day. you know, that kind of day. the one where you know, that, and this, and they know, and we know. it started at five thirty am (after sleeping at two thirty am, for a VERY VALID reason. prayer session. HAH what you gonna say about dat ah. you don go tinking i is a bloody fool) that was cos ncc had an amazing race and i was in charge of one of the stations. well duh, cos there's nothing else i can do there. anyway, it was supposed to start at seven, but everyone came after seven thirty. maybe even eight. and besides being pissed at that, i was sleepy AND sick. sAs. hey, cool. in the end bla bla bla and i was right smack at my station at queensway swimming complex. thing is, that was one of the second stations of the race.yeah, two 2nd stations. cos the fellas have got a choice to go to mine or queensway. but because mine was at a swimmig complex, they probably thought that they had to swim or do some other stupid thing that probably involved water. they WERE told to bring trunks, but who would? and because i thought about this during my 500m +++ (its supposed to be 500m from the mrt station, but i took a wrong turn. DAMN those street signs.) walk to the complex, i called up the amazing race ic and asked to change the activity. each group is supposed to get two suckas to go underwater, and hold their breath for two minutes, but when they need to catch their breath, they must go up together for 15 seconds max and go down together. now, who'd wanna pay to get into the pool, change out, do that shit, and then change out and go off? PLUS they have to pay to run around singapore like a bunch of dogs and not get anything in return at the end of it. not even a bone. that done, i found a seat facing the entrance, and sat reading. but i was starving, and since there was nowhere to get any food except the 7-eveleveneleven outlet at a shell petrol station behind me. and they didn't have anything solid there. so i had a frappucino and Big M (WHOA!) chocolate milk instead. nuff to keep me alive. and at around ten something my friend called to say that all the groups had left his station. the OTHER second station. so i kinda wasted my time, except that i read a lot of gulliver's travels, which is the lit book i am supposed to, but never did, read. its kinda Irritating, Jonathan Swift and his bloody Capital Letters of Doom. no, not doom. SHIT. CONFESSION TIME i think that amazing races are fun, but stupid. cos they aren't as amazing as they're supposed to be like on tv. queenstown has wide roads. queenstown also has very few pedestrian crossings. queenstown- nah that's about it. at least where i was. this post has been unnecessarily long seventy leventyleven is nice! grrrreat success. and you probably thought this was gonna be serious. its not! HAHAHAHAHAHAH! Another account of saturday, but the second part of it. afternoon. er, almost detailed fast forward, i went home to sleep cos, as i told alimi, my head felt like a beyblade. uh, dragoon with artificial spark blade. then i left home at 4 40 for rgs, cos we had to perform our award-winning, 2nd place nus sajak competition, best performance, super drama, SAJAK for their cultural night. to all you non mat language speaking fellas, a sajak is kinda like a poem. and this thing we did is kinda like a dramatization to 'creatively express this SAJAK'. SAJAK is a nice word. i reached rgs at around 5 40 i think, five hours forty minutes late. now, i'm getting hyped up to explain why i refused to put in any effort whatsoever to be there at that time. WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE WE SUPPOSED TO DO FROM TWELVE TO SEVEN THIRTY, which is when we ACTUALLY perform. i was told that we had to do dry runs. HOW MANY BLOODY DRY RUNS?! and to make us feel better, they said dinner was provided. thanks for feeding us, but that still doesn't make me any more willing to stay from 12. and when i arrived, we went straight for another run, which was prittttty mooch KRAP. i wasn't loud enough, but i was really coughing like some mad dog. and this cough's been getting worse. I HATE YOU, KOFF. now, what happens when you confine a bunch of mats in a room with a computer, projector, two five kg weights (i'm baffled as to how they got there) and cardboard stars wrapped in aluminium foil? the above subjects were observed doing the following: watching crap videos on youtube, listening to dikir barat recordings, watching dikir barat recordings, doing weights, putting stars on the projector, and fooling around. then FINALLY we performed, but some part of the lights screwed up so we did it IN LIGHT! and not the occasional darkness that was supposed to happen in the end we screwed around, spoke to these temasek poly dudes for help cos their dikir was awesome, and ours was kinda on a slippery lippery slope, this girl said i was annoying, we tried to scare SOMEONE, we screamed in our holding room, we called some guy an idiot, laughed, and went home. i reached home at midnight, and i was shacked. and really hungry. even though it was a LONG (longlonglonglonglongLOOOOOOONG) long day, it was fun thanks to my friends. seriously. i can't possibly fool around on my own, can i? i'll get into trouble or something. in alphabetical order: alimi arif hanif haris nabil sadikin rashidi zaki hahaha. that was kinda weird, wasn't it Today i woke up late, coughed a lot, did my weights, played some game on shockwave and this. and its 11 40 now. WHOA. human tetris, something we watched. haris' suggestion. WHOA! |
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