Just blog. If i just put my balls into blogging, I'll blog better. Than my s... OK NO STATCOUNTER.

Today is a bad day. I'm too lazy to get off my chair, let alone go pack for the trip, which is in... A few hours time. Now what does this spell? D-E-A-T-H. I'm gonna end up with 3 pairs of underwear for 5 days, meaning I have to flip some inside out, wear it upside down, whatever. My dad's classic quotes. Now, I'll forget to bring my toothbrush as well, and I'll mistake my brother's socks for mine. What the.

Seriously, I don't feel like going. Somebody let me swallow a super huge magnet so I'll stay attracted to my computer 24/7. It feels pretty much better this way. And who wants to go Thailand when all we do is shop? Man, until the day i become transexual oddballed, will I do that.

So, there went the Chinese O's. It's super retarded. All the effort put in, for such a dumb paper. And I'm not even sure whether I can get the freaking 'A. It really defies logic. The wait is so torturous, yet the process is so simplistic. And there we have it, the icing on the cake,the final barrier we've crossed over. And we welcome the bigfatreal O's with our arms wide open. If only I was still in primary school. How good will that feel?

The lack of length in my posts has been bothering me. Perhaps it's the lack of sleep. Bahbahblacksheephaveyouanywool? Holidays have arrived.

10 things to do during the holidays, seriously.

1) Train, train and train.
2) Must chew on my balls and do homework. Literally.
3) Chew oh-so-fucking hard, so I won't get distracted in 5 seconds.
4) Forget Thailand in a jiffy.
5) Go visit a priest/exorcist/anything so that if I see transexuals unclassified people my nuts won't jump out of its shell.
6) Visit the same priest/exorcist so I won't have nightmares about getting bumfucked the land of (: (SMILES YOU IDIOOT.)
7) Try to not get cheated by the festive season.
8) I'm broke you fucktards.
9) Always remember, it's the big O's next year, repeat step 2 and 3, then proceed to 10.
10) Commit suicide because I've lost my balls.

There you have it. Now, I want a pink urn...

No, I meant, see you. I'm heading off to Thailand in a few hours time. I'll be back on Saturday, then gone on Sunday again. Till then.

Say you love me.

Yes, that's my ego boost. Readership's apparently, apparently is going up. Ok, but there sure are quite a few first-time readers, which is not reflected in this bar chart. Aye, the number of people who tag, is sadly, very limited. Non-existent, in fact. But that shall, by no means demoralise me. This might very well be my second last, (or last if I'm too busy tomorrow) entries before I head off on my first trip to Thailand. I think my schedule's pretty famous now.

And the gentleman of high integrity and robust character, who have not read my previous entry, please put some thought into it after you do. It's unedited, and I wrote it at 4am in the morning. Imagine if I was on fire at 12noon, with the sun high up in the sky...

Tommorow's the damn day, the road block to all our post final year exam celebrations. Chinese O's. To be frank, I'm saturated. It's like they put some wheel clamp on my brain. It refuses to function. Everything which I tried taking in after 5 pm was terribly regurgigated. In a swift motion, I must add. So this all sums up to...

Damn-I'm-Not-Going-To-Get-An-A-Tomorrow.

Now, won't you just kindly leave some comments? Wish me luck? Ha. By the way, I seriously like the A668.

No seriously, I have something to post about. Something which happened, yesterday. No, two days ago. We were repeteadly singing the National Anthem in the plaza right? Mr Quay is by no means IThinkIRuleMon. To hell with all of you who couldn't open your mouths properly. Mr Quay was doing his job. He may seem to be a prick at times, but those who didn't even stand properly, were the real pricks. Those who couldn't sing properly need to be run over with the sledgehammer. Sure, his vocabulary wasn't great. Don't forget, he's a Maths and Science teacher. I'm not defending him, I'm puking straight in your pathetic faces. I hope all of you find problems with your little dicks and skip B.M.T. IF you really have injuries, it's fine. But it's people who can't think straight who deserve to be despised. It's just standing/sitting under the sun for a while, and you scream your asses off. I was about to scream blue murder, but I sat back and thought. You guys are pathetic. I'm not going to be like you. If you doubt the ability of the sledgehammer, ram yourself into a wall. It'll do fine. I wish, I really wish, may eternal damnation be bestowed upon your pretty fuckfaces.

Don't be a smarty-pants and think I'm being sarcastic. Mr Quay's perfectly fine, and I mean it. You people are the deformed ones. I know, this isn't inspiration. I just had to get it off my chest.

Which means, I have this urge to remove my retarded tagboard. Tagboards give me the feeling of sloppiness. Ha, but seriously, I'm contemplating taking it off.

Been a long day, almost 2am. I can safely say that I did like, so little stuff, compared to other Saturdays. Well, who cares. Man Utd's down to Middlesborough, 3-0, AT HALF TIME. Dig that, suckers? Now, that's class. Newcastle just have to top it off with a victory over West Brom tomorrow.

Ok, seriously, please comment on Haloscan. Makes me feel much better. Sorry for the lack of proper updates. But I'm almost at breaking point. Got to run to bed, get my ass up earlier the next morning, and put in that last few ounces of efforts. Oh yes, once again, hopefully my tuition teacher will recover soon. Her condition's not that wonderful. Oh, and my dad realises I have a blog. Way cool. And he was telling me my 3530 screen went nuts because I blogged about it and said it was lousy inadequate. HAHA.

As in, the end of the world, idiots. For one, I decided that nobody could be as crazy as that Korean to play 50 hours of Starcraft straight, which inevitably eliminated the possibility of a very very long 'relieving process'.(You know what that means.) Whew, long sentence. So, I decided that the world is coming to an end. Armageddon. Duh. Plus, Whineypuff's (refer to past posts.) apparently out of her toilet. Or did she slip and fall? Aye, who gives two hoots about her. I'm posting from Mars, so it doesn't matter.

Seriously, I was flipping inside when I went into my neighbour's house. I was looking for my dad, ok, so I hear snippets of a conversation. (Disclaimer: Not 100% correct. But the gist of it is here.)
Neighbour: They told me not to go Thailand. They told me it's not safe.
Dad: Really? Why? Is it like because of something disgusting/sick?
Neighbour: They told me if you cut your hair/shave there, you'll get Aids.(That's why they asked me get it done in Singapore.)
Dad: Huh? -Proceeds to roll on floor laughing his ass off, in disbelief.

I just walked away, wondering what the hell the world is coming too. Seriously, seriously, I thought the government spent lots of money educating our people, telling them that Aids isn't an airborne disease? Plus, it isn't so easy to hit the jackpot, because...

1)No salon/barber's customers will be 100% Aids customers.
2)No barber will use the same shaver like 1000 times over.
3)Aids, I repeat, is not an airborne disease. So it will not decide to make a shaver it's home so easily.
4)I don't know. We're just going to Thailand. What's the big fuss. -.-'

That definitely didn't make sense, but some misconceptions need to be cleared, quick. Anyway Avian Flu's going to become an epidemic and we'll all die. I take back my sentence above, because we'll all die. Yay. I know, that part above was pretty redundant, and lame. But... But... Today's friday and I fell asleep studying Chinese. Tell me about it.

Uh, apparently, I've sold 8 calendars. E-I-G-H-T. I'm slapping myself hard. I'm contemplating on taking my famous sledgehammer for added effect, you know. Thank you everybody who dished out 15 big bucks for the calendar. Especially my younger brother. Ha. And my grandfather... Yes, and everybody else. And my Dad forked out $800...

Pleargh. The next Newcastle game is on the 30th, which is a Sunday. They probably won't show a match against West Brom anyway. Plus I have my damned exciting Chinese O's on the 31st. So I won't be able to catch my beloved Newcastle. Sigh. Oh, and on that day, I'm leaving for our beloved Thailand.

Lastly, in this fragmented entry, I hope that my Chinese tuition teacher will recover from her injury. She slipped and fell the other day. God bless. I know this few years has been pretty bad for you, and may God Bless. I'll try my best to get the A1. The A1. Oh, which means, no more blogging. Time to seek refuge in the world of Chinese characters.

Trust me, I made that up. As you can derive from the title of this blog, I'm pretty inspirationless. Obviously, for it was such a long day today. Imagine reaching home at like 9.45p.m. at night on a Thursday. Thanks to the great briefing, which proceeded to exterminate my brain cells at an alarming rate.

Well, it's raining, yes, whales and dolphins now. Either the end of the world, or some higher power up there has been playing Starcraft for 50hours straight and hasn't gone to the toilet. The lightning and thunder combination is intimidating. I'm wondering how beneficial lightning would be if we could harness all the energy it generates. Damn, if only I could get a better view of the lightning. It's eerily beautiful.Does that ring a bell, Secondary 3 Catholic High Gentleman?

Pleargh, I know one shouldn't be so intent on flaming one's peers, but I really can't hold this back. It's disgusting. It turns me off. Like, ok, I know I look bad. But you don't have to come to me, straight in my face, and tell me that I spoiled that part of the picture? I know you look better than me. I admit that, but that doesn't give you the right to trample on my non-existent and fucked up ego. This is getting out of hand. Or am I making a fuss out of everything? But just take a moment to reflect, Neanderthal. I know you're trying to be metrosexual/ubersexual/whatever-sexual but you're not cutting it. It doesn't make you god-like just by worshipping your bloody clay everyday. I used to think in such a warped manner too, but I realised looking decent was good enough. Nobody's looking at you, so just drop it. Oh well. You wouldn't even know that I'm talking about you. And you even wrote the essay on materialism? I couldn't even close my jaws when I saw you disagree that 'Teenagers nowadays worship materialism'. If reality hasn't hit you yet, I think you're just one of those teenagers.

Woah, teenage angst.

By the fucking way, the White Sox just went 11-1 in the whole postseason. 3 + 4 + 4. Go figure. And Newcastle managed to drag their asses past Grimbsy. A win is a win. We'll take it and leave. Live to fight another day.

For the benefit of those who are wondering why I'm posting such a retarded looking phone, that's mine. 'Well, that doesn't look too horrible... But I'm not sure whether I've heard of such a model before.' I know. That's the usual comment I get. It's fine. This phone is neither as famous as one of the latest camera phones, nor is it as notorious as the super-duper big 3000+ series phones. You know what I'm driving at. 3310? 3330? Ring a bell? Ha. Well, the size sure lives up to its model number. My phone's actually Godzilla in comparison to your puny phones. It pwns your ass upside down. So now, I bet all of you are staring at me, going, you're either retarded, dumb, laggy, or poor. Actually I'm all. Now I possess the worst phone among all my team-mates. (Makes mental note: Edmund will say I rejected a chance to get a K700i, which if I really did get, would have been lost by now.) Yes, this phone looks sucky, so I've cleverly decorated it the inner side of my handphone cover with some Mamee stickers. (Yes, those you amuse small kids with.) This caused quite a huge stir among my social circle, and they regarded me, undoubtedly retarded creative. Tell me about it.

But on a serious note, having such a fucked up, fat and ugly unique phone has its advantages. Something which all, or most of your phones don't possess. The ability to turn off anybody who wishes to steal it. Ha. I have my doubts as to why anybody would even take a second look at my phone. So there you have it. The great one.

Wow, so now computation of my marks has almost been confirmed. Grab a sledgehammer, run about 20metres, and smack it right in the middle of the face. I would like that. Or I could die from Chicken Flu, I didn't take the jab anyway. Oh and let it be known. Today's assembly was a whooping failure so interesting I was thinking about whether the White Sox or the Astros won Game 3 of the Fall Classic. For your sake, I shall tell you, the White Sox won. What a good way to counter assembly.

Well. Well. I know yesterday's entry was angsty, but this is what I've been experiencing for a long, long time. Continue what you're doing. You may not know it, but it hurts.

I'm barely intelligent, I'm serious. Come on, I think I was high on cough medicine when I was doing my Maths papers. You should check out my glorious marks. My absolutely wonderful sciences didn't help either. They had to give out one bad paper after another. Out of this world. Chinese was the only respite I got. At least it made me feel that I was worth $2.36. That was a random number.

I was listening to today's devotion, amazingly. I know I'm barely intelligent, (as stated above), and I will never credit myself for,whatever *cough* good results/achievements I manage to conceive, that is, if pigs start flying. But anyway, what I would love to say is that I am neither Nicholas nor John (if by some miracle my memory held up). The first people I would thank are my parents, for bringing me into this world. But one does not have a purpose when they're born. You want that purpose? Go get it yourself. There ARE useless people out there in the society, so stop wondering what their purpose here is, because it is non-existent. Anyway, next I'll thank my teachers... Then my friends, especially Edmund (studies wise). Ha. Next I'll just say, 'Well shitbag, you got lucky this time.' Then I'll try again and come back for more in the future, in the next leap year. That's that. I'll never ever think I'm good, if you still have trouble grasping the fact that some people are not egoistic.

To my dismay, I have realised a lot of people have gotten here through most unexpected mediums, like, erm, Fanny. Apparently, he was questioning his own sexuality when he stumbled onto my perfectly straight blog. Don't ask me why. What dealt me the greatest blow was the fact that some people *cough* do not read my content. That's like taking a sledgehammer and hitting me square on the forehead and saying, 'You're wasting your fucking time blogging, asshole!' But I shall continue behaving in my usual revolting manners, and continue to flood my blog with sports talk, that mainly regarding Major League Baseball, and its lovely Fall Classic.

Joe Crede's sparkling plays at 3rd. Paul Konerko's Grand Slam. Jermaine Dye's 'hit-by-pitch'. Scott Podsednik's walk-off Home Run. Chicago's 6th win in a row. Who's going to win the World Series? Go figure.

Now now, with the adrenaline still coursing through my veins, I shall take this chance to update. Although I had promised you loyal fans of mine people a quality update, I shall let it be overshadowed by this heck of a game which ended 10 minutes ago. I swear, I haven't seen such a good soccer match in a long long time. Especially in the English Premier League. To sum it all up, it was just fast paced, filled with goals, (5 to be exact), and I was never able to sit properly after the first goal was scored. I freaked out twice, thrice actually, (third being the time when Sunderland hit the crossbar from that audacious lob), and well, I enjoyed it. Wow. 2 goals from Shola Ameobi? I think I see pigs flying! What was more shocking was that he was running... Well, at least he plays for Newcastle. Even as a Newcastle fan, I must say Sunderland didn't deserve 0 points. But to some extent, they were lucky and unlucky. Come on, how often do you see those type of goals? They must have been 50% skill 50% luck. Emre's free kick which went off in the post also had 'luck' written all over it, but anyway it was well taken. Ha. This is getting a bit lengthy, and I bet if you were interested, you would have gone to Soccernet, or some other website. Pardon me for digressing. Afterall, I am a Newcastle fan. A hardcore one too.

Well, what sparked an internal debate inside me was this article about teenage girls selling their bodies for MONEY? It's utterly disgusting. Just shows how the society is degenerating. I'm not some geek, I must say, but this goes well over the 'decent' limit. Other than the 'curiosity' factor, money was a big factor in why those girls made 'sacrifices'. Well well. I don't know. Such things really defy logic. Especially if you were doing it to satisfy your material needs. And to add on to my points, (which you will know if you read my past entries), I really think that people who are rich but keep insisting they are not deserve to be shot.

By the way, the Chicago White Sox's well rested relievers made Houston Astro batters look crippled. 5 of the last 6 outs were strike-outs. Go figure, baby. I love the black and white! You know, White Sox, Newcastle? Black and white jerseys? Ring a bell?

Have a good day. Mine sure was fantastic. Now for the checking of papers tomorrow...

The icing on the cake.

Ahh, now I feel much better. I shall cook up a meaningful entry, hopefully, later. Till then.

A big big BIG blow to my ego, baby. Lol, just joking. I mean, as I have said, I take criticism very well. This is another form of it, probably. Well, well, my ego was non-existent anyway, so I don't really care. Furthermore, Saturday's still not over. I still have hope. I still have hope.

But anyway, I've got to sell calendars. $15 dollars a piece. Come on! Get it please! I have seven left. Do you know you get to see ME inside! Wait no further! Approach me for further details.I need the money for crack, idiots. Joking, I need it for the trip to Thailand with my school. SERIOUS. I'm desperate already.

Ha, today was so much fun. We ended up playing cricket, some parts which I missed, due to a terrible stomachache. Leo's constant nagging just dampened the mood. Haha, oh well. Me and Edmund spent the last 10-15 minutes playing 'sepak takraw' with Ben Oh and Andrew. Well, you could say that it was not the 'real thing'. The highlight though, was that the damn thing hit my face. Sure was painful. Haha.

Well, Monday marks the checking of our scripts... Good days we have ahead. No more 'semi-lessons' filled with movie watching and half awake students and teachers marking their asses off. Well, so 5 minus 2 equals to 3. Leaves us with 3 'semi-lesson' days. And I'm wondering how we're going to complete our damn History syllabus.

Oh well, I guess you wanted me to see that. I don't blame you. I applaud your courage. Well, I confess that it made me feel better when I saw you mentioning me last time in your entries. Unfortunately, it isn't the case now. What I can say is, it is well and truly over, and I am NOT turning back. It saddens me to see you in this state. It is also appalling to see you behaving so emotionally. For I, seriously do not see anything wrong with your life. You have what you need. Don't go on about what you want, because from what I see, you're almost getting there. There isn't a need to take this route. There isn't a need to immerse yourself in tears. I know I don't know how this feels. I'm being frank here. The point is, get yourself out of this. Straighten up. Realise what is needed. Don't go about thinking that everything is so fucked up. You may not even like that word there, but it is appropriate. Just look at what you're thinking. Come on. Face it. I have, and I have no qualms about doing what I did. You have things to do. Go do them. If it pleases you, I shall make myself scarce. Oh, and you want your name, Adele Ng Chin Wei? You got it.

Anyway, I haven't taken a bath yet. Actually I did, that was in school. Well, once again, that's besides the point. Apparently some inside information was leaked to me, ha. Now, that wasn't a very huge cause of concern, I must add. Reassuring though. Although I was pissing in my pants when I heard the first version of it. Thank you Edmund. Yea right. Well, today's been a long day. I shall just get on with it. Not having a field day though, and I'm taking a break from Pokemon for today.

What was thought provoking was simply a small matter, something so insignificant you would have barely noticed. In the past, I would have simply brushed it off too. But with the thought of a blog entry in the back of my mind everyday, I simply pay more attention to my surroundings. So it went something like this...

Teacher: (Talking to student outside the classroom who's wiping away the dust on the windows) Eh, clean the windows later. Pay attention. If you want, I can get you to clean all the windows in the school later.

Student: (Obviously unamused) How much?

Now if you do not spot anything wrong with this, something terrible is messing with your brains. I seriously do not see the need of the student to convey such thoughts. Does money mean everything to you, bastard? I know one will definitely perish from this face of this earth, horribly, if he/she lacks the financial means to provide for themselves. However, I have been watching this classmate of mine, and his attitude disgusts me. Names shall not be mentioned. I may seem to be taking swipes at people, but it is the truth. Come on, do you expect your parents to pay you for washing their car? It's absurd. The demise of our society is this unbelievable. We have people behaving in this manner. Seriously, I do not see any visible direction in which we are heading. If you have convinced yourself it's this easy in the working world, then I give you my blessings. Stop dreaming, assholes. Stop absorbing yourself in your own freaking aura. Even 'IThinkIRuleMon' has a better reputation than you. If money is the only thing which sticks in your head, then too bad. You've never realised how passion changes things. Well, what am I trying to say? If you haven't realised, I'll give it to you, on a silver platter. I totally can't stand people who love money so much. I despise you when you disregard the real value of money. I'll puke on you when you use despicable methods to get money, especially those which totally defy logic. Piece your brain back together. (:

I have realised that a whole bunch of you are commenting, 'Wow, you're writing a whole lot of crap, huh?' I swallow criticism easily. It never gets stuck in my throat. Don't worry, I'm more afraid of fish bones lodging themselves into my gullet. The point is, have you read hard enough? Do you even know what I'm trying to put across? Or do you just think, 'Aye, blogs are for daily rantings. Rantings, no doubt. But shan't we just try adding a bit of intelligence into it? That's what I'm trying. And you people definitely are not getting it. If you're not from my school, I'll just shut my trap. If you're from my school, I'll raise an eyebrow. If you're from my class, you're just plain hopeless. Or you totally don't agree with me. Oh well. Incoherent bullshit. Thanks. You could try asking what I was writing about. Well, if you don't agree, sue me.

Afterall, i r t3h l337.

Something just hit me right smack in the middle of my face. 'Glasgow Uni, here I come.' It ain't funny, it ain't right. It got me and Edmund thinking, and something unexpected might just happen. Forgive my double entry, but something, surely something has to be said, and done. I don't really know what was meant by that. It freaked me and Edmund out bad. 'Paranoia keeps your mind in high gear.' And it keeps you thinking so hard you almost forget what is right in front of your right now. But what we saw was utterly mind-boggling, yet worrying at the same time. We yearn for the truth, for the future plans, but we are having troubling finding a source which will lead us to it. It sure is difficult. What lies ahead of us, we do not know. Approaching it with open arms and a prepared mind is what would help us, but are we competent enough to face up to the challenge? No doubt, we have to concentrate on the immediate future, but paranoia will start creeping in anytime soon. And then, the vicious cycle starts again. We need assurance. But if that does not arrive, we shall give him our blessings. For he, has helped us in so many uncountable ways. For we know that he has definitely done more than his part. Going the extra mile every single day, creating grandness beyond our imagination. His visions are far and wide, and he always wants the best for us, often disregarding his own comfort. What we owe him is beyond calculation and imagination, and we shall devise ways in which we can repay him. One million 'thanks' would do little to compensate. His sacrifices we shall never forget. I hope all of you echo my views on this. I hope we all appreciate him.

Sudden change in mood. Plus I just received news that my Aunt contracted/got/whatever-word-you-put here appendicitis. She's carrying a baby boy too. Thankfully, my future boy cousin is unharmed. Hopefully, she'll recover soon.

Sigh, the above episode knocked something extra into my day, which could otherwise be summed up in one word - duh. If you went to my class today, you'll understand.

Thanks Adele! Thanks to her assistance, this blog finally looks decent.

Well, I'm running low on brain juices, if I haven't mentioned that. I slumped onto the table during English lesson. Ha, that was great. Yes, and Mrs. Toh managed to punctuate my confidence by going through the Chemitry M.C.Q. I only got a measly 18/30. I need a miracle to pass. Well, and if I haven't mentioned, I scored a pathetic 50/80 for Chinese. Ah,here comes inspiration.

Pokemon #663 - Kopemon

Yes, back again for another episode of Pokemon. The problem is, you may be asking. 'Don't YOU fall into that category, Yuan Hong?' Hell yes I do. I'm just unevolved. I'm like Pokemon #400++, I shall elaborate on that sometime later. Ok, so as you can see, this is the strongest 'Koper'. I also think that most of you have heard of it's wonderful adventures. Like taking some palm trees, which eventually died. Apparently, Kopemon went around sourcing for a trishaw. Or something which has 3 legs. It got that too, and 'put it to good use'(check out yesterday's Chinese newspapers). Kopemon is actually very proud of its accomplishments, and has a lot of medals to prove that it is very 'economical'. Seriously, the way he goes about 'koping' pwns the way me and Edmund and others do it. He puts in a lot of effort, and even creates stories out of it! Well, I guess it's trying to enlighten the little 'uns who are not as experienced and effecient as him. Till this day, it continues to engage in such activities, totally oblivious to the fact that Whineypuff is going to finish bathing in, erm, about 11 days. Damn, Kopemon sure does rule. Our role model.

That was a sub-standard description of one of the most famous Pokemon. Damn, this sure is bad. Not having a field day. However, today was still pretty alright. Managed to get myself energised early in the morning, thanks to training. It was alright. Sad thing is, I'm missing out on the Double-KnockOut games. I'm sorry I've got to miss it ok?

Ok, something tell me you can't see the title of this post. Which actually doesn't really matter. And I'll try to figure out a solution to that, because seeing the date is pretty boring. A very simple layout, which I figured I saw before somewhere, but I still had to get it. It's nice, and I can put the 'A.C.T.S' banner there. Looks pretty spastic, don't you think? But it's the message which it is trying to send across that makes me orgasmic happy. Wouldn't the world be a better place if everybody was typing in perfect English?

Today's assembly was horrible. I confess that I was spasming half the time. I barely paid attention to any of the speakers, save for the winner, and the boy with a cute voice. The winner's voice was pretty cool too, plus his devotion mentioned something about the Home Run record, which was broken by Hank Aaron, sometime ago. That gave him like a few plus points. Not like I was one of the judges, but I was pretty much listening. However, I feel that none of them have answered the question correctly. Thus, I shall attempt it myself, although it'll be a summarised account and will fall very much short of the length of a 'speech'.

If my memory didn't fail me, (I definitely hope not, I'm only 15.) today's 'speech' topic was 'things in the next 10 years which can be done to improve the lives of both the young and old', or something like that. Why were those whackos talking about generation gaps, building new Community Centres (this was repeated over and over and over again), reforming the education, and all this bullshit nonsense? Simply, I feel that we should stick to our nice and rigid education system, so we can continue producing 'ultra-muggers'. (those who stick to their textbooks 24/7) ON top of that, we should continue disregarding the arts and music, because many parents think that their children would not be able to make a living by being an artist/painter/you-get-the-point. Yet parents happily send their children to such lessons when they're younger. 'It promotes brain stimulation.' We should cease the stimulation of the brain as well, because it'll lead to more citizens of Singapore having strange ideologies, thus distrusting the Singapore government. Therefore, the introduction of creativity in Singapore society is not encouraged. We should always stick to a boring, mundane, 2-dimensional and un-artistic society. We will lead a stable life, devoid of creativity, thinking Singapore is the best country in the world.

Wouldn't that be great?

Running pretty late now, time to go to sleep. I see my counter almost hitting 100, but I believe 10 or more visits were by myself. Haha.

Haha. Tell me, since we're so into Pokemon, The Pokemon Hunter, Cheng Yuan Hong, shall let u chew on some more nice facts. Apparently, some other species of the Pokemon wanted to dominate the world. The keyword lies in wanted. (Oh fuck I'm sorry I couldn't resist the temptation to update.) Anyway, 'wanted' because this Pokemon is pretty weak, the maximum level it can attain is 10, but it cheats itself by adding another '0' behind and thinks it is Level 100. It's best attack is 'Tackle'. That causes about 1 damage on its oppenents. (Remember, it only reaches Level 10!)


This 'Oh-So-Great' Pokemon is none other than, 'IThinkIRuleMon.'


As I have described above, this Pokemon is very inept at everything. And we all know that. Oh by the way, it's Pokemon Index Number is 664. #664 - IThinkIRuleMon. Firstly, let me tell you that you'll be wasting your pokeball on it. As in, your basic pokeball. You don't even need your advanced-lanjiao-ball or whatever ultimate ball to catch it. Just a simple pokeball. Because it's as weak as... I don't know, all other Pokemon, even that shitty fish or cocoon can advance past level 10. As it name suggests, this Pokemon likes to think it rules, and likes to think it dominates the world. It's world. I think it lives in a well or something. Actually, all of them live in wells, so don't blame them. You know the Chinese saying? 'Jing Di Zi Wa.' This type of Pokemon is one level above that. Not only is its knowledge limited, it thinks its knowledge is 'the pwnzorzz'. Which obviously isn't the case, because they haven't even fucking been to my blog. But they can try some other day, when they get out of their well. Apparently, about 1,000,000 of them tried to 'million-team' Whineypuff (our undisputed soon-to-be ruler of the world) the other day. Erm, sad to say, they got decapitated when she yawned. That leaves about a few of them living in their wells, waiting for their counterparts to return, and to rule the world. Erm, those few are Level Ones. So perhaps, make your move and capture them and donate them to the museums. Oh man, even a blind boy from... Ok, never mind, I meant even my little brother could throw a pokeball and catch that shit. This pokemon used to get on our nerves, and we were so aware of their existence, no? They come out of their wells and start showing off, thinking they can get everything done. (:


Oh well, oh yes. If you do love me and my pokemon adventures, remember to migrate to Mars. 13 days left before Whineypuff finishes bathing and declare the world as hers. Along with those few IThinkIRuleMons, if nobody caught them yet.


Writing about evil/irritating/spastic pokemons makes my wrist go ballistic. I swear it's painful now. For your daily mlb scoop, visit mlb.com


Bye, remember, get my heart jumping. My fucking counter too.


Gotta catch 'em all!
Gotta catch 'em all!

I know, I know. I've made a mental note not to flame anybody. And guess what? Today I've made a very big discovery. I confirmed that Pokemon #665 exists! And who would like to guess her name?


WHINEYPUFF!


Pokemon #665: Whineypuff
It has been confirmed, my dear friends. For I, Cheng Yuan Hong, has caught a glimpse of the ever so evasive Whineypuff. It has been in folklore for millions of years, and nobody was sure that it exists. But now, we can reaffirm that fact. Whineypuff has gone on a tear, and has started to destroy everything in its way with her whines. I know many of you think Pokemon is satanic, but sad to say, there will be no Pokemon #666. Do you know why? It is because of Whineypuff. Do you know why the Yankees are out of the World Series? Whineypuff was whining mildly (emphasis on mildly) the other day because she couldn't get her breakfast, and she stopped about 5 Home Runs from exiting the park that day. Disastrous results for the Yuckies Yankees, but they have only felt 1/100000 of her powers. And for those avid 'rare species' Pokemon catchers, continue dreaming on. You're never going to get her! She's fast, her whines from upclose (within a range of 100 metres) will render you DEAF in the matter of few seconds. Her powers from far are unrivalled as well, and she has her secret weapon(sssss). Whineypuff equips herself with so many pairs of high heels shoes, she will own your ass. Your masterballs will crack because her shoes are damn strong. And if she throws it at you, be prepared to live in the hospital permanently. Continuing on my point about why there will be no Pokemon #666, it is because of the fact that Whineypuff is out to seek world domination. Other than the fact to seek recognition of the confirmation of her existance, I am also urging everybody to migrate to Mars. Whineypuff will kill everyone! She will be the undisputed Pokemon #665. Beware, we do not have long. She's going to finish bathing in a fortnight.


Haha, if you believed that, good for you. See you in Mars, baby.


Anyway, if you were wondering where my daily scoop on Major League Baseball is, look no further. The Chicago White Sox are through to the World Series for the first time since 1959, thanks to their grat pitching. And some good hitting. 4 complete games in a row. Dig that, assholes. Haha. Ok, no flaming... But the Houston Astros are on a roll too. 2-1 defeat of the St. Louis Cardinals sees them extending their NLCS lead to 3-1. One more game and they'll be on their way to get their asses smacked by the White Sox. Haha.


Today wasn't such a bad day, although we got flamed big time by Mr. Quay. No complaints, our/my class is pretty much hopeless. That's not the point anyway. Today's training left me satisfied. Pretty satisfied. Haha. That says a lot about today. I shall not let the studying of Chinese dampen my mood. I'm about to embark on writing the bloody words for about the, I don't know, 10th time? Somewhere about there.


Hope you enjoyed today's special Pokemon based entry. Get my freaking counter jumping, baby. Page me if you would like to check out Whineypuff, our one and only Pokemon #665.

Haha, I hear cries for an update. Actually I'm all messed up due to the fact that yesterday I was shagged bad. And I wasn't the worse. Haha. Now my routine for blogging is, sadly, gone. So... You all know I do NOT have a photographic memory, unlike the 'OH-so-famous Ben Oh'. Haha, check out his ultra long entries. So, all I have to say is, FUCK PETER DOWD. Ok I'm telling you that's a goal. I'm not even going into the stoppage time. Ok, I see you grinning. I know you despise Newcastle, fuckers.


Whatever, lost my mood already, and I'm not doing the MLB thing today. Because you losers uninterested people know that the White Sox are up 3-1, and the Houston Astros are up 2-1. Just some nice facts for you to check out. Actually just ONE nice fact, ok? The White Sox pitchers have pitched THREE consecutive complete games. Chew on that, Chewbacca.


Ok, let me tell you something very intriguing and disturbing though. Page me for details. Ok, sorry, I forgot pagers are only used for betting on horses.

Ok I do have abrasions. -insert Ben Oh's evil laughter- Anyway, it is bad. It is painful. For the unfortunate fortunate who have had the chance to experience this excellent feeling of screaming in pain with every step you take smiling in pleasure when you walk about, I think you know how I feel. And I'm still sleeping with my underwear, against the advice of my parents who say it'll help. But it's pretty gross, and I'm not that gigolo Jay Chou, who apparently disregards the importance of undergarments.


But why did this happen? Because we softballers were having fun in the rain. Lol. It was fun, Only-God-Knows how many times playing with the huge so called 70kg net batting cage net was better than lessons. Ya, so the rain came and went. Left us in a big freaking mess, and left me super lethargic after that. Plus the gym in the morning? Absolutely shagged energetic baby. Uh huh, and so we/I/most of us didn't catch real lunch, just ate at 11+, resuting in pretty hungry creatures. Anyway training was crazy. Was one hell of a comeback training. Haha, just ask josiah. And perhaps leo. Well, stuff went pretty alright, I don't feel like crap, although I am very tired. And there's Open House tomorrow. If you would like to go to a school with no long pants, please visit Catholic High at Bishan Street 22. (I think.)


Thanks to my younger brother who had badminton training, I was tortured till 8+ p.m. before I could get my hands on my dinner. Well, all I have to say is, badminton is damn fucking hard to excel in. And I was never interested in that anyway. Wow, it's been a long day. And it's so late already. Sigh, nobody wants to play MVP with me today. And I was 3-0 yesterday! (((:


Ok, you see italic font. Time for me to start 'playing the piano to the cow'. Which is definitely a direct translation for you to translate, losers. Ok, duh, I didn't manage to catch any baseball on TV today. But what I have to say is that, we sure are going to have 2 exciting League Championship Series, (LCS), both are tied at 1-1. The White Sox, who rested today, obviously didn't play the Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim. The Houston Astros played the hackers St.Louis Cardinals, and managed to come away with a win. Another gem pitched by an absolutely wonderful starter, Roy Oswalt. Only back-to-back 20 game winner this year and last year. Well, Chris Burke came up big again. October Hero? Let's wait and see. Meanwhile, let me... I'm clueless as to what to do. Night.

I am feeling super random on this damned Thursday. Was just wondering why the hell they asked us to go to school. Lol, they should have excused those who watched 'Coach Carter' before. That was about the only thing we did which was worth mentioning, other than eating in the canteen. LOL. And some throwing after school.


Yes, where was I? Getting a bit lost, seem to have lots of stuff to say, but can't squeeze shit out of myself. Oh man, I sure am lost. Uh, so I cut my hair... What else did I do? Probably some thinking about the shit which is happening around me. Not dissing anybody but, erm, the personal attacks really suck balls. And actually I have no problems with those about my lagginess. In fact, I really don't mind them. I can laugh. What matters is perhaps something else. I mean fuck. This goes back to the same old problem about our school uniform. But I shan't elaborate. Makes me sound like some... Bitch. The point is, I'm trying to be normal. I'm not even trying to stand out. Fuck, I shall stop being retarded and stop ranting like some... Bitch. No word can replace this.


Anyways, I don't know. Stuff like this which is afterall, pretty retarded, are starting to creep into me. And people, especially my closer friends, I don't really mind you all taunting me. Afterall, it's ok. I'm just afraid you people will think I'm using this spastic alternative to get back at you and stuff. Oh whatever. I was 0-3 yesterday in MVP. How disgusting. Oh well, let's talk about some nicer stuff. Oh and for my lack of confidence? You can just go figure what's the reason.


You guessed it neanderthals, I'm ranting about something you don't even know a shit about. Baseball baby. Fuck you. Haha, check out that 'KE2' on Angel's back-up catcher Josh Paul (Not John Paul.) Anyways, the score was 1-1 in the bottom of the 9th. US Cellular Field, home of the Chicago White Sox. Uh, so Kelvim (or Kelvin, who cares.) Escobar was pitching damn good relief in the last two innings. 2 down, and A.J. Pierzynski (OK I COPIED THAT ASSHOLE.) swung at the 3rd strike. Actually that wasn't a strike. Anyway he swung, and the catcher apparently trapped the ball, meaning he had to tag/throw to first to get him out. But the catcher thought the umpire had called, 3rd strike AND out.(When the umpire only called the 3rd strike.) So A.J. Pierzynski ultra-hustled down to first, and was safe.(He didn't hear the umpire call him out.) Pinch runner Pablo Ozuna came in for him, stole 2nd, and reached home on Joe Crede's walk-off double. White Sox won! And anyway for your information, Aaron Rowand got tagged out at home with 0 down in some inning. Lol, 3rd base coach waved him home and took the risk with 0 down. Wasted, perhaps the disputed call wouldn't have happened if the score was 2-1 at the top of the 9th. Ya anyway, Mark Buehrle pitched one heck of a game. 9 innings, 99 pitches, 1 run, 5 hits. GEM.


Oh yes, if you were wondering, that was a fucking biased account. I wasn't bothered with the opinions of the Angels.

How great, today's Wednesday. That means THREE more days to the next Newcastle match. Against Wigan on Saturday, that is. So today being a non-school day,(I had no papers. BUT WE GOT NO MARKING DAY. It still rocks.) I still miraculously woke up at 8a.m. The motivation for that? Make a guess...


But anyway, caught 'Goal' today with lots of people. 5 others to be exact. And Josiah was looking for Hi-5 Vcds. (: Haha. Ya, so i suppose most of the people here who come to my blog have watched 'Goal' or are totally un-interested in the show, therefore I shall comment a bit. Haha, it's a good show. I'll shoot myself if I say it's bad. Afterall, it's about Newcastle. Lol. But super cliched plot, like 'DUH'. How can Newcastle lose right? So it feels good, even if it's fake. Yes, so we went to HMV, and realised that it was cheaper to buy our discs at Sembawang Music Centre. Ya, we saved 1 dollar on 1 disc. So we saved 2 dollars on 2 discs. Haha. So anyway there was this dude who saluted me at HMV, upon seeing my bag. Uh, he shocked the shite (widely used in 'Goal') out of me. Uh, I'm obviously not Communist. If i were Communist I wouldn't even be in Singapore. Who do i sell my ideologies to? The chair? Or the tables? Haha, guess the guy was looking for some fun. Anyway he got the return salute from Ben. Apparently this episode just proves that I'm pretty laggy. AND I'M THE FUCKING 9th WORLD WONDER,8TH BEING KING KONG. (inside joke.)


Yeah you guessed it assholes. Time for our daily bite on postseason baseball. Haha, fun huh. But anyways it was a bad start to the day. (Yes I woke up to watch baseball, idiots.) Chicago White Sox lost to the shagged tired Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim. Ahh, what a sexy name. Ok, so the game was, pretty tight. Jose Contreras let in 3 runs, and he pitched till the 9th. Paul Byrd let in 2 runs, and pitched till the 7th. Pitcher's duel. Scattered hits. 2 solo shots, one by Garret Anderson, one by Joe Crede. The White Sox were 'pretty sloppy', according to the commentator. Well, I guess it was true that they WERE a bit sloppy on the bases. Running wise was poor. Fielding wise was pretty alright, the Angels even had one error. The error was pretty insignificant though. Pretty exciting to be able to catch a full game of baseball live on the google box. Gets your heart pumping early in the morning.


So today was a pretty good day. And i bought the Switchfoot CD, 'Nothing is Sound' for Ben. Guess i owe him one. Anyway i got to burn it first, so that's that. Haha, I didn't realise 'Stars', their first single, sounded like THAT. And I was wondering who sang this song... Well, songs I've heard so far are pretty good. Got to run. Time to get my hands on some MVP. Bloody Poon didn't want to play with me yesterday.


WHACKO

[EDIT]


I'm editing in front because this is pretty important. Anyways, THANKYOU LIM JUN KAI OF 3-4 FROM CATHOLIC HIGH. You are seeing one heck of a honest guy. Probably because he saved me 80 bucks. HE FOUND MY SHOES! Haha, thank you a lot dude. Hell, truth be told he wasn't exactly an ideal classmate when we were in 1-6 and 2-6. Now he's a good guy. And he hepled me. Wahahaha. Once again, thank you for making my day.


[FINISHED MY GAY EDIT]


Haha, exams are over? Serious? Sure doesn't feel like it. Pretty serious about THAT. Oh well, for the first time since the Chicago White Sox last won the World Series, I am confident of passing my physics. If you're curious, that makes 88 years. 1917. Don't ask me whether i was a sperm yet. Truth be told, my grandfather wasn't probably a little tadpole wriggling around EITHER. Lol.


Believe it or not, i watched 'INTO THE BLUE'. OMGwtfKKJla. Jessica Alba. o.o Benjamin Say says, 'Right into the action!' Ya, kissing scenes were as common as dengue mosquitoes. I think you get the drift. But anyways, for 7 bucks, i wasn't regretting. Pretty exciting at times. You should have seen the look on Ben's face. Interesting. He was wearing our school uniform as well. For the benefit of all the whackos those who are going to go catch jessica alba and her ass/whatever body parts you wish to check out, thou shall not spoil the show. Looks likes a cliched plot at first, but it's alright. You won't flip. Haha.


Yes, I'm finally able to get my hands on mvp and 'de-rust' my skills. Apparently i wasn't able to find something to galvanize the... Ok, never mind. Thinking about Chemistry makes me 'eMoxXXxxXxxxZzZZZxXx'. I'M GOING TO WATCH 'GOAL' TOMORROW. OMGwtfKKJla. Newcastle! Hahahahaha. I sound like a movie whore.


Now, it's time for our daily dose of Post-Season Baseball. Here goes. Yes. So everything's good. YOU KNOW WHY? THE YUCKIES YANKEES ARE OUT. WOOHOO. SINK YOUR BALLS INTO THIS, ERNEST. Whoooooopsidoodle. That was way overboard. But I like it. We're not going to see the team with the HIGHEST PAYROLL get PWNED anymore. They deserve it, but they didn't even earn the right to get smacked. Hahahaha. I guess Ervin Santana pitched a pretttttaye good game. 22 year old rookie. Haha. Yankees, come back for more next year.

YOU HAVE NO MARKING DAYS! Yes, this gaysheet ultra good policy includes me as well. We're going to be able to study more! Think about it! Next year we're going to ace the O's and still be a Band One school! We're going to make our principal proud! C'mon. Don't whine now, we all know the school's doing this for our good. Instead of letting us slack our asses around at home, they let us go to school! OMGwtfKKJla you know how many other people out there in the world are deprived of studying? We shall NEVER take this for granted. We must use every single day to accumulate our super A's. We rule.


On a gayer note, I managed to dislocate my wrist during the history test. Nah, i wrote a measly 6+ pages. Pathetic I know, my handwriting's so big. You can try if you don't mind! (: And Emaths was so crappy. I'm never ever going to get the only 'A' I can get. Come to think of it, tomorrow's the last day of the exams. OMGwtfKKJla. Unreal...


IT'S GONE IT'S GONE IT'S GONE! After 18 innings, i think the finally commentator woke up. This was one hell of a match. Including all the ultra-commercials, it lasted 5 hours plus. And in the 18th Chris Burke decided to hit a Walk-Off HR.Haha. I wondered how many pitchers each team used. C'mon, ROGER CLEMENS pitched RELIEF! OMGwtfKKJla. This was his first time pitching relief since 1984. If you do your maths correctly, that's only 21 years. Haha. Oh talking about starting pitchers pitching relief, you should have seen Orlando 'El Duque' Hernandez OWN the Boston Red Sox the other day. Game 3 ALDS. Correct me if i'm wrong, 6th inning, he comes in with the bases loaded. None down. Jason Varitek pops out, followed by Tony Graffanino with another pop out. Then he strikes out Johnny Damon. OMGwtfKKJla. Get this right. Bases loaded, none down. Unreal. Talk about unreal. THE YANKEES WON?! Damn. However, this works to the advantage of the White Sox. So who cares. Jose Contreras is going to start Game 1 of the ALCS. Pwn them! And Darin Erstad is one hell of a 1B. He scoops bad throws like he scoops ice cream. Don't blame me, that's what you'll come up when you're with Benjamin Say. Haha.

Haha, you not happy or anything? If you don't mind you could confront me... Lol. Anyways, the damned game between Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim and New York Yuckies Yankees was cancelled. Rain out. Very very depressing, as it deprived me of a chance to be happy today. Furthermore, damned England managed to beat Austria 1-0 through a penalty. Oh, whatever. High point of the match had to be the sending off of Beckham. HAHA. He has learned how to tackle! Praise, uhm, ok, Sven Goran Eriksson! Lol. This is ultra spastic. Today's not going to be a long day. Probably will just finish up my revision for tomorrow's doubleheader. Emaths + History V.S. Yuan Hong. I'll probably get pwn3d do extremely well because I am adequately prepared. No! I'm super-duper-ultra-power rangers-pokemon-digimon-ultra man-grand saizers prepared. I rule.


Unbelievable huh. Last 3 papers, last 2 days of the exams. Plus the Chinese O's on 31st October, and that'll officially be the end of our academic year one month closer to the REAL O's! Like who are you kidding. We will have extra lessons, extra worksheets, extra tests, extra extra. Everything will be extra, because we're forever behind syllabus. (: I'm not flaming any teacher, SERIOUSLY! I'm just saying what we've been told. And I've mentally prepared myself for one hell of a holiday. As in, a DAMN good holiday! Bet mine will be better than yours. C'mon, I'm going to Thailand twice in the span of two weeks! Just face it, you're no match for me.


Haha. Let's continue hoping that the Yanks will lose tomorrow. And how about my beloved Padres beating the Cardinals for kicks? Hmm, well today Roy Oswalt pitched a GEM. pretty good, his fastball blows you apart. And the Houston Astros' closer, Roy Lidge, has a 98m.p.h fastball. Oswalt has a 96m.p.h fastball, coupled with a crazy 70m.p.h curveball. Tell me how you're going to hit him.

and i so echo josiah. we're going to make it. but ya, after exams first. but ya anyways, i've stopped brooding over the oh so motherfucking chemistry paper. although my hopes of passing have been raised by an-oh-so miserable great 0.0000001% (doesn't this remind you of number of moles? blearghh.)

ok, but thanks to josiah's ultra-long post, i decided to type some words down on this pathetic blog to see how many responses/comments i'll get. i still feel this is better than a tagboard! or how about i get haloscan or something after the exams. oh man, spastic as usual. i should continue on my history note making, which is super-duper-fun. lol. i'm going crazy.

ya, but i had inspiration just now. i was eating SUPER instant noodles, as in the brand was really super. lol. the brand is super you idiot. ok, i digressed. so i got it on with it and realised that same whackos people with alot of spending power have one trillion mp3 players. not pin-pointing anybody, boy or girl, or whatever. like i just CAN'T stand it when they go, 'OMG THAT NEW NANOOO IS SOOO GOOD.GOOD RIGHT?' i do have a mp3 player. i do admit it's not cheap. (yea right whackos. mine's free) but anyway, you got one, treasure the damn thing. i begin to see why some people can't stand singapore/singaporeans. sometimes i have trouble to. or will i get into trouble by saying this? but anyway that applies only for whackos people with lots of spending power, who go 'ahhh.i NEED this new pair of shoes.' 'i only have about 10 other pairs at home.'

haha. whatever, that just came to me. to make this post ultra lengthy so i can challenge josiah and make more of you people's eyesight worse so i can become a pilot, (hahaha.wait longlong.) i've decided to post my very unsightly three-quarter composition i wrote before changing my mind for my final year exams english paper one. OMG THE LAST SENTENCE WAS ULTRA LONG. anyway, here goes nothing.

Reality. (look at the element of mystery this title creates.)

It is time. You fix your eye on the scope. You check your watch. 30 more seconds. You see the car. SHOOT-193-ME (ok joking i didn't write this in the real thing.) Tinted windows. You hear the door open. You hear the crickets in the background. You take in a deep breathe. Your target appears. One last look. You press the trigger. The bullet exits the sniper. 'RINNNNNGGGG...' The bullet was halfway there! Half awake, you look at your alarm clock. Six-fifteen it is. You walk groggily to your bathroom. Welcome back to reality.

Throughout the ages, many have defied and challenged reality. What is reality? Something which is real? Perhaps, but how do you account for the pitcures Leonardo Da Vinci drew, which were way ahead of his time? Were they reality in his time? No, you say, but it did come agonisingly close to the truth. So is reality losing its meaning? Definitely not. Long ago, nobody accepted the fact that a machine would be able to fly. The Wright Brothers proved all their sceptics wrong. Did we stop using airplanes because they were 'unreal'? No. Sir Thomas Edison discovered the light bulb. Once again, it was proclaimed 'unreal', but did it become an object headed for the museums? Apparently not. As people slowly accept reality, it becomes oblivious to them that a certain object could have been 'unreal',perhaps only a few centuries ago. Reality made people dream. It was a challenge to inventors.

One big red letter.FAIL. Reality. When we start flying high, we begin to lose touch of what lies below us. We start taking things for ganted. Typical human behaviour. Perhaps that is why God gave us reality, to let us start realising. An ugly job, it may seem, but reality makes us realise. Perhaps, after seeing that big red letter, we will pull up our socks. However, the times when reality knocks you so hard are never pretty. When you lead two-nil in a soccer game at halftime, you seem on top of the world. How many times have a team overcome a two-goal defecit? That is what you tell yourself. When the opponents score three in the next forty-five minutes, you rub your eyes. You do not believe it. Then it all comes crashing down. Reality is a wake up call.

That's about it. I never managed to finish my essay. lol.

lol, i don't care whether anybody reads this or not. i have a fetish for posting, i guess. it only takes up about a few minutes of my time anyway. i must clear the air. i must clear the air. i do not support Boston Red Sox anymore, terribly sorry. but i shall not be a 'foul-weather-fan', quote edmund. ok, i just want to say that i don't really wish to support them anymore because they're not really the underdogs this season. and in comparison to newcastle, i have only supported them for 1plus year. newcastle is about 10. it's difficult to compare. o.o

haha. whatever, edmund will have some ultra-uber-good counter argument on newcastle starting to win and everything. lol.

i swear i know the fucking blast furnace thingy now.

i'm not using '->' because i'm lazy.

C + O2 = CO2
CO2 + C = 2CO
Fe2O3 + 3CO = 2Fe + 3CO2
CaCO3 + heat = CaO + CO2
SiO2 + CaO = CaSiO3

ok.finally.

i typed out my bloody chemical equations. now it's all gone. lol. never mind. geography elective paper was ok. or oddballs. whatever, doesn't matter. now i don't want to post anymore. just leave you with a quote.

edmund: name me two acidic oxides.
me: non metal right?
edmund: ya.(puts up fingers and counts down from 5)
4,3,2...
me:(fucking panicky already.) oxygen oxide.
edmund & ben: ROFLTAO. OO?WTF!AHAHAHAHAHHSAHHDSHDQUIOUIAJKLDAJSLKD.

wtf. o.o

fuck you all.
that's that. time to stop wasting my thoughts. time to start watching baseball. time to study. time to do what's needed. time to stop doing what's not needed.

FUCK.

Social Studies is crap. i realised i didn't even study. A' Maths was pretty fair. it was pretty fair, wasn't it. think i can scrape up something about 55/80. seriously. ok. never mind.

then, tomorrow is Elective Geog. string, protractor. what the fuck. I'd better remember. and i'd better do well, because i totally screwed up Social Studies. oh well.

to hell with all the people who think they're always right. haha. you'll all suffer from eternal damnation and you'll die a terrible death. the exciting prospect of this makes my day. whatever. and those who are happy, may you be motherfucking happy for all i care. you know if everybody died one day the world would become a better place. big time.

some people i never understand, i never will. some people won't understand me, and they won't bother to. fuck yeah. i had a hard time sleeping last night, for whatever reason. westlife's beginning to sound emo.

i wish i will pass all my sciences.
i wish i will achieve a 75% strike 25% ball ratio.haha.
i wish all my pitches will be the same speed.haha.
i wish to get it next year.
next year's the last fucking year in catholic high. unless i get retained. o.o
time flies.

serious.
my cock is much bigger than yours.

haha.

sigh, boston got through. blahblahblah. and liverpool got pwned. i'm going to catch ALCS/NLCS and the World Series! woohoo. starts after my EOYs.

CHICAGO WHITE SOX GO PWN THE RED SOX!and yankees,just lose.xD

Bring Your Own Bombs-B.Y.O.B-Sytem of a Down

ok, why on earth am i blogging. never mind. newcastle still rule, and always will. the match yesterday against portsmouth was pretty crappy though. i can't really swallow the fact that shola ameobi sucked so much. never mind, again. wasted 90 minutes of my life yesterday, lol. however, the fact that i get to black and white stripes play, is good enough. bloody hell, man utd won.

man utd sucks. man utd = yankees = boston = teams which alot of people love just because they won/win/are winning/will win = crap.

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