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After months of planning and extensive work, this is the result. Not much to look at or even a very good skin.
But you gotta admit. Its pretty awesome.
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I have thunder in my heart, lightning in my veins.
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Saturday, December 30, 2006
Ok I promised a few people who promised a few people to tell their friends that there was going to be a long post just about insulting people. Well, guess what? Yes! Actually, no. I'm just kidding, its not today. I'm tired. First time saying that before someone else had the chance to say that (*aww* inside joke, don't ask).
However I will, under such circumstances, give you some sharp tongue for the fun of it.
#1 : Annoying Bloggers/People First, and I'm sure I'm not the only one, there are increasing amounts of annoying prick wankers who type in a manner of "Use your brains, oh wait, I forgot! You don't have brains." or something along those lines. Well, fuck you. Fickle minded sons of donkey fucking whores. It's either you state your claim that your target does have brains or doesn't. Not one then the other. Slack up on drinking your own piss and learn to talk like any other sane person.
#2 : Old People Who You Don't Know Randomly Complain Sure, some say old people have the right to bitch cause they are fossils and therefore have more experience. But this is not the case. I'm not interested in listening about how his parents got killed or raped by Japanese soldiers in 1940s. For instance if I ask where's Coffee Bean, you damn well tell me where in Satan's unholy rectum where the hell is Coffee Bean. I'm very prone to anger strikes without a shot or two of caffine. Caramel optional.
#3 : Gamers With No Social Lives No, I don't care if your MapleStory priest is level 3 million or more. How you can make 80 kills on DOTA. Or get 200 frags on Condition Zero. Unless I actually talk to you a lot, in which case, if I don't talk that much, that means I don't care. Get a life. Really.
#4 : Teen Smokers Oh, cool, let's all suck on a clogged up paper straw. Especially a certain few St Patrick's students. If you wanna suck on anything, Katong Convent girls have a better deal for you. More like Australian Kissing. Its like FrenchKissing, but DOWN UNDER. (Australian Kiss line courtesy of Monika Szennyes. The one on the left.)
#5 : Military Freaks This, I really don't care about how much you know about German tanks. Someone should just pull down your Panzers and kick you in the turret.
That just about wraps it up for today.
1:06 AM
Don't **** with the addiction.
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Tuesday, December 26, 2006
DJ Max Portable rocks. Its addictive. People are addictive too. Not gonna say who. Addictive. Feliz Navidad~! Sorry for the rushed post. Off to play more DJ Max~
[BETA TEST: Posts with this BETA TEST header is meant for experimental purposes. If you think its funny/great, tag on the tagboard your comments. If you like it, it will go full time.]
People do the strangest things in front of babies and toilets. Those handicapped cubicle hogs just want extra space but our lady friends ain't got the pleasure of pissing standing up. They could do that, but they'll wet their pants and socks.
Below is a fun test. MEANT FOR GUYS!Girls, don't do the test, please. Its simple, there are 3-4 urinals but more than one place to stand, choose one to stand and take your piss. NO CHEATING!
Guess this one. There are 3 urinals. Where would you stand?
Question 2. Same thing as above. Did you learn from your mistakes?
This is question 3. Enjoy.
Question 4.
Question 5.
Question 6.
Last question.
Wasn't that fun? Check your answers here. If you got it right, add 0 to your score for each question. If its wrong, add 1 for each wrong answer.
If you got 0 for everything, well done, you're a man. Or a very frightening girl. If you are a girl, you know too much.
If you got any score higher than 0. 1 and above. You're either a girl who didn't listen and did the test anyway, a gay man or you're lacking in the testosterone department.
Next section's for everyone to read. Girls, you are forewarned. You'll KNOW too much. Stop here if you wanna keep yourself in suspense.
At the end of a piss, there are several kinds of people. Let's review.
Usually there's no queue. We're not girls. We don't talk or need to sit down. But some do weird things during the "clean-up" phase.
The Flicker: I think most of us are like that. After pissing, one or two flicks with the master-writing hand usually clears stuff up and we leave with piss on our non-flicking hand.
The Spitter: After he takes his piss he just has to spit in the urinal or he leaves unhappy. Instead of the ordinary Flick, he gathers a glob of spit and attempts to aim for the drainage hole. Usually he fails the the spit lands on his dick's head. Which sucks cause now he's got two things to clean up. This is followed by a curse-word in the person's native language. Lazy ones just stuff it back in and walks off. Not very clean considering the spit's now on his underwear. The clean freaks wouldn't even spit in the first place.
The Wanker: Ok, this is really only noticable from the back and the sides. After he's done, his version of the Flick is comparable to that of wanking. He might actually grab it and attempt to rid the excess piss through vigorous wanking. This is especially disturbing if you're behind him waiting to use the urinal.
The Extreme Flicker: Now, this guy. He's normal. He's like a flicker but he does it in such a way the piss ends up on his face or shirt. Caution, if you're next in line, usually doing his exercise ends up with him leaving hair on the sides. Creepy.
The Mid-Streamer: This guy is the idiot who will attempt to flick it while he's peeing. Not very smart. It ends up flying in more directions than you think. If you're next to him, you might wanna consider cleaning up your shorts too.
The Noise Box: You won't see this very often. But you'll damn well hear it. You might think you're safe in a cubicle. But this guy thinks he's the only one in the toilet. After peeing he'll make all sorts of sounds ranging from an ahhh to a urgh. If neither of these noises are present, he'll cough at least thrice.
So now you know. You have been warned.
6:05 PM
Ace of Spades. 9 of Clubs. That's my hand. You've got a Queen of Hearts and a hidden card. Your call
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Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Hey, check this video out. Someone sent me the link and I thought its not that bad. Shock didn't like the song, and I partially agree cause its hard to hear. But even if you guys don't have speakers or if they aren't working (*cough*), just click 'Play' anyway. Its nothing emotion-evoking or thought-inspiring but its just a casual thing. Have fun and don't cry (*cough cough*). *Yeah actually the coughs are referring to people but its a code now! One cough for someone. Two coughs for someone else. Easy to understand?(*cough cough cough*). Good.
Fun wasn't it? *this post ends here. will be updated soon*
4:45 PM
Flor Das Aguas
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Monday, December 11, 2006
Attended 2 "concerts" over the weekend. Marco Pereira and Juan Martin. Well, suffice to say, as fun as it was, I picked up a few score sheets. Autographed too =). But with the name spelt as "To Tempest", that ain't too good haha.
There was this family on the train there too. Funny! This guy's daughter was playing around the pole, she's like 5, and we were saying she's gonna be a poledancer, when the father, who was sitting far from us said the same thing and his wife was smacking him for his comment haha. Well, someone better be content with his daugter's occupational choice. Cause with a comment like that he ain't gonna get any other daughters... or sons... if you get the drift.
Kinda bored though. Some friends are working and others are busy doing something... no details, aye?
The product of Boredom+Blog is shown below.
3:52 AM
I'm taking a neutral approach to this situation.
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Thursday, December 07, 2006
[I KNOW MORE THAN ONE PERSON'S READING! TAG! OR DIE!] *Note: If you chose death, tag first, then kill yourself.
Stupid blogger. If I wanted my goddamn blog migrated anywhere I would have used Xanga/Diaryland/LiveJournal. Nevermind. Its ok. I understand you Google people have itchy fingers. Its ok. You're gonna lose money from YouTube anyway.
Duh, people making stupid videos of themselves by taking a photo of themselves everyday for x times 10 to the power of infinity years and compiling into a video is a stupid idea. Why? First of all, if you've got nothing better to do than take a photo of yourself in the morning, edit it all afternoon and clipping it to your video right before you go to bed. You need a life. Or a girlfriend. Or take up wanking as a competitive sport. Just don't get frictional burns. Point is. You're lame.
Anyone seen the DOHA 2006 games? Disgusting to watch the matches and Singapore lose miserably. Table tennis sucks. Its a gay sport. You know why? Cause there's no rationale to running from one end of the width of the table to the other end just to hit a little cheap-china manfactured ball which you probably believe holds some ping-pong genie which grants your every wish, should you actually win the stupid match. Play tennis. No one wants to see some stupid table tennis match but people love Maria Sharapova. So that's that.
Swimming's also a disgrace. Reiko Nakamura seems to be winning it all. Team Singapore should just pack up and come home to sell duck rice next to the 7-11 Taufik Batisah was abducted at to make low budget Gulp commercials. You know what. Singapore should be like China. Spam atheletes. That way you can have a 8 man team of swimmers in a 8 man match. That way you WILL get Gold, Silver and Bronze. That's the basic idea.
Yes this post is the result of withdrawal effects. Withdrawal Symptoms of what? You go guess.
The one on the left.)
