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song interpretation, stolen from www.geocities.com/afisongmeanings and edited by me.

morningstar means the devil. in fact, black metal band entombed have just brought out an album with that title.

i think this is a song about after lucifer brought war on heaven and god. according to religion, he lost the war. 'the star beneath the stairs' is lucifer himself, the stairs being the stairway to heaven. the 'melting walls' being the flames hell is made of. 'who will be the first to begin their fall' could mean which of the angels who fought for lucifer will fall into hell. 'or will we become one?' means will god forgive them and let them stay in heaven?

from here the song switches its point of view, now it is lucifer talking. 'am i the star beneath the stairs?' is lucifer asking himself if he is the one being punished. 'am i the ghost upon the stage?' is asking if he is the one who god holds dearly, stage being the center of attention. lucifer is asking, 'am i your anything?', does he mean anything to god anymore.

now it's back to the first point of view, seeing lucifer's fall from grace, how proud he was, how bright his light shined before he was banished to hell. and the next morning, there will be nothing left 'but what's inside of me', meaning memories.

and back to lucifer's point of view, he is saying that he doesn't want to die, not tonight, and he is asking someone to believe in him, to let him stay. he doesn't want 'to fall into the light', hell's fire. 'will you wish upon me? will you walk upon me?' lucifer asking the angels that followed him into the fight still want them to be his ruler, perhaps to march on heaven once again, or will they detest him and hold him responsible for them being banished to hell.

how interesting.


teacher's day today, some smart ass decided to pool money and buy our dearest teachers some presents. but the point is, most of us don't even like them too much. so then, it would be extremely hypocritical to give them presents when we dislike them anyway. so i didn't give the $3 to them, and don't intend to.

and then, some other smart ass decided to buy kefli a homer simpson toy worth 30 fucking dollars. and i think he is probably gonna give it to his son to destroy anyway. what a damn waste of money.

fuck

damn. the olympic games are over. gonna miss it. being the sports fan that i am, i liked watching all the different sports and events. especially those that are not normally shown on tv.

damn. stupid brother somehow managed to allow the fucking assholes from www.0websearch.com to install some fucking toolbar that appears at the top of every single webpage. and i believe that this also causes many pages to be unable to load, and stupid porn pop-ups to appear.

damn. the x-box isin't modified, which means that i can't play pirated games until i do so. and i think i really should hurry up with the modification because i read in the papers that singapore is cracking down on shops that sell modified consoles or help modify them.

damn. injured my right knee and ankle after being tackled during touch rugby. how nice.


anyway, go try to figure out what this song means. answers tomorrow.

morningstar
i saw a star beneath the stairs,
glowing through the melting walls.
who will be the first to begin their fall?
or will we become one?
am i the star beneath the stairs?
am i a ghost upon the stage?
am i your anything?
i saw a star beneath the stairs,
glowing bright before descent.
and in the morning there is nothing left
but what's inside of me.
am i the star beneath the stairs?
am i the ghost upon the stage?
am i your anything?
and i don't want to die tonight
will you believe in me?
and i don't want to fall into the light.
will you wish upon?
will you walk upon me?
i don't want to die tonight.
will you believe in me tonight?
am i the star beneath the stairs?
am i the ghost upon the stage?
am i your anything?

2 weeks

fuck. it's 2 weeks to the prelims and i still haven't started revision. by the way, english prelim is next friday, then 1 week of holidays, and finally, the damn fucking prelims begins. i'm so fucked. expect to see less of me in the next month, or at least until the damn exams are finished.

sad?

a greek judoka, who 17 days ago jumped off a balcony after a row with her boyfriend hours before she was due to go into the athletes' olympic village for the athens games, has died in hospital. the tragic story of eleni ioannou, 20, and her boyfriend who jumped off the same balcony two days later after blaming himself for her leap had shocked the nation only days before the olympics.
"ioannou died from her wounds suffered by the fall," said the health ministry in a statement on thursday.
her 24-year-old boyfriend michalis chrisostomidis is still being treated in a different athens hospital. he is out of intensive care.
police never suspected any foul play, saying it was a tragic case of double suicide attempts.
from yahoo.com a few days ago.

really shows how stupid people are. there are probably 20,000 other ways to spite your boyfriend, and suicide is definitely not on the list. and of couse, there are also approximately 20,000 other ways to atone for allowing your girlfriend to jump off a balcony than to jump off as well.

i was kinda giggling when i first read the article, and imagining the scene in my mind. i know that it is not right to laugh at them, but stupid people deserve to be treated differently. so picture this:
after quarrel,
girl: "i'll jump out of that window!"
boy: "fine, go ahead, i won't stop you!"
girl: "FINE!"
boy: "what are you waiting for?"
girl: "if that's what you want," (jumps off balcony)
boy: "shit! she really meant it."

bah. maybe they'll learn how to treasure their lives next time. oops, i forgot, she's already dead.

whoa!

currently wasting time till it's time to go to school. guess what i fucking saw on the straits times? in the LIFE! section, there was a whole damn page about the little irritating midget from the amazing race. titled "amazing charla", and has subtitle of "small in stature but big in spirit, the tiny half of the racing cousins shows that size really doesn't matter"

some other little bits from the article.

"when i was in high school, lods were not very nice about dwarfism as well. but when i got older, i started showing my personality."
who could blame those kids? if i knew her i would hate her too. and showing your personality? what personality? more like showing your stupid attitude to the world.

'even host phil keoghan got noticeably misty-eyed when he told the cousins of their eliminations last week.'
i see tears of joy! joy to the world to be able to see less of the fucking midget and her cousin.

he said "charla may be a little person, but she has a heart the size of a whale."
wow, i kinda expected that, since she has the face of a whale too.

'some reality show pundits call faddoul's tactic of using her dwarfism to inspire symphaty "hypocritical"'
how much more can i agree? it's like "i'm a midget, i'm independant, but since i'm a midget, could you please help me to get some tickets?"

"colin actually called us russian bitches, completely disrespecting our heritage. he said repeatedly that his goal was to beat charla. i don't think his ego could stand being beaten by two girls."
good for him. i support him in his quest to rid the world of two irritating fucks. anyway, those 2 women already disgraced their heritage by showing their damn faces to the world.

had to leave for school, now i'm back again.

anyway, how would going on a reality show be brave? it's just like the deaf woman and man with speech deficiency on singapore idol. i mean, it's a damn singing show for fuck's sake. if you're fucking deaf or can't speak, what's the damn point of trying to sing? and it doesn't prove to anyone that you're brave either. so what's next on the list? maybe some people would decide to go for soccer trials when they are wheelchair-bound.

what?

english oral sucked. it was about foot reflexology and volunteer workers and alternative forms of medication. so very interesting. and i sucked at it too, thanks to our dearest mister kefli. scolded me for "wasting time" and yet ONLY managed to finish reading practice with us in 3 weeks. so the conversation and picture discussion were left out by him.

science prelim practical tomorrow, in the second group so only have to go to school at 9. and no lessons, so i guess that's good.

faded jeans

once upon a time, faded jeans were only worn by people who were simply too poor to buy new jeans. so they had no choice but to wear the same pair of jeans till they were faded. faded jeans are cool, but only if they are really due to wear and tear. in other words, these poor kids had started their own trend.

then on one fateful day, some fuckhead decided that wearing faded jeans would be cool. other idiots thought that it would be a good idea to pre-fade the jeans before selling, so that the lazy fucks could get instant faded jeans. so then, more and more people began to wear faded jeans. this made the real poor kids look like stupid trend-followers when they were the ones who started the trend in the first place, and they were the ones who were truely too poor to buy new jeans.

anyway, the above two paragraphs were crap. the real deal starts now. the greatest fashion disaster is wearing faded jeans. but some people wanted to go a step further. they decided that wearing jeans that were faded at the tighs and butt would be even COOLER. so now, as i'm very very sure many people would realise, fucktards are wearing jeans faded at the front and back of their tighs.

i suspect that these people have no idea how faded jeans come about. so if any one of you fuckers are reading this, your dearest gayfag is going to give you a short lesson on how jeans become faded. jeans are made from denim. denim is dyed blue. after repeated washes, the blue dye fades. dye also fades more on areas that suffer heavy abuse (eg. faded more at the knees if the wearer likes to kneel down). so there, now you know.

so maybe fading at the tighs is caused by long hours of humping a large rock, and fading at the butt is caused by being humped by the rock in return. if that's not the case, then i sure as hell have no idea how the tighs would get faded in the normal course of wearing. so now, if you see any of your friends wearing faded jeans, ask them if they are really too poor to buy new jeans. and if they happen to be wearing jeans faded at the tighs and butt, ask them how it feels to hump or be humped by a rock.

i dunno, maybe i'm just lagging in the fashion department. i think i'm living in the past, when humping rocks haven't gotten 'in' with the general public yet. currently in the year 1980, in which i am living, bell-bottomes are the 'in' thing, and 'gay' means being happy. perhaps in 24 years time, bell-bottoms would become retarded, humping rocks would become the coolest thing to do, and 'gay' would be refering to homo-sexuals.

so then, go punch the next person you see wearing jeans faded at the tighs and butt. remember to stab the next GUY you see wearing jeans faded at the tigh and butt AND a PINK shirt (refer to article on 6 august). then i would congratulate you for ridding the world of a pink wearing fuckhead with jeans faded at the tighs.


damn. english oral is tomorrow. english prelims are next friday. holidays are in 2 weeks time. real prelims start in 3 weeks. studying haven't taken place yet. and i really intend to complete every single question of the a/e maths tys.

medal?

singapore have failed to win an olympic medal for 44 years. so what? what good does winning a medal bring to us? it would only serve to make which ever fuck who won the medal a bloody rich bastard. $1 million for a gold medal is seriously stupid. michael phelps only gets us$1 million (us$1million = s$1.75million) if he wins 7 medals. i bet he wished he were a singaporean.

so how does winning a medal help anyway? would foreign business want to do busisness with singapore because we have won an olympic medal? or maybe singaporeans just like to show off. "look, we are such a small country and yet we still can manage to win an OLYMPIC medal!" yes, right. win an olympic medal with a girl from china and a boy from indonesia... no one seems to realise that the money that would potentially go to these atheletes comes from their hard-earned tax money.

anyway, kinda expected that the singapore wouldn't win anything. the atheletes are just not mentally prepared for this kind of pressure. when it comes down to the shit, they would just break and give up. this is especially visible in the table tennis semi-final loss to north korea. leading 3-1 and then going on to lose 4-3.


watching lee hsien loong's speech now. no choice because all the damn channels are showing him.

phobia

i'm weird. one day while walking home, i saw a girl and a woman whom i assume to be her mother walking towards me. then as i was thinking of random crap, i thought of this.

what if the girl walked past me, then decided to kill me with a knife or something. and say that she killed me because i molested her while walking past her. and for some reason her mother agrees with her and say that i DID molest her daughter.

then my name would forever be tarnished for being the fucker who deserved to be killed because he molested the young and innocent girl. and i didn't do anything, but wouldn't have the chance to argue my case because i'm fucking dead. even if i didn't die, i would still be fucked because who would choose to believe the boy instead of the girl? then i would be the fucker who unfortunately didn't die for molesting the young and innocent girl.

although the girl would probably go to jail or get hanged, people would still support her because she was right to have killed me. so then everyone who knew me would hate me, and everyone who don't know me would also hate me. great.

so after finishing my great thought, i cleverly moved far away from the girl and her mother and continued on my way home.

besides that, i also have some sort of phobia about breaking my shin. this comes after i read a story about this guy who crashed his motorcycle and fainted. after waking up, he tried to stand up, not knowing that his shin broke. so there was a crack and he fell to the ground. he looked at his leg and saw one end of the broken bone sticking out of his skin. ouch. now poor me can't even bear to rub my shin.


watched the olympic men's 10,000m race this morning at 4. shocked at the amount of energy the skinny africans have. 10,000m = 10km = 25 rounds of the track. the top few runners did not exceed 65 seconds for each round. what the fuck. and those guys were like skin and bones! where the hell they got the energy from? the winner even ran the final round in 54 seconds. the only 2 non-blacks in the race, an american and a guy from new zealand pulled out before finishing. stupid pussies.


oh... the starhub connection has a free x-box too. not that i'm too concerned with that. i have sorta gotten over console games. way too troublesome for me, buying new games and crap. maybe my brother would take an interest in it. probably.

sleep

bleah. slept from like 3 to 8pm. fell asleep while waiting for my brother to finish using the laptop. luckily my father has sent the computer for repairs so i would be able to use it soon. and he subscribed to starhub broadband something, although the current connection is already some pacific dail-up broadband shit. said it was cheaper or something.

have to study for the damn tests tomorrow... but can't seem to be able to make myself do it right. 3 fucking tests tomorrow - chemistry, geography, history. screw it... gotta go study now. or maybe attempt to study. i'm convinced that sleeping in the day is a waste of time. but i have the feeling that i'm gonna do it again.

midget

managed to rush home and beat my brother to the computer by the narrowest of margins. he got home just minutes before me, but fortunately i got back while he was in the toilet. so i gained control over the computer. haha.

watched the amazing race last night. the very first time i saw the midget on tv a few weeks ago, i had already come to the conclusion that she is one fucking irritating bitch and so is her cousin. luckily she and her bitch cousin finally got eliminated.

what's worse is that there are actually people who think that she is very brave for being on the show. i mean, what the fuck is so brave about running around the globe? not as if it required her to climb up steps twice as tall as her.

there was an article about her on the newspapers a few weeks ago. it said that she was so strong that she could carry her cousin. wow. big deal. she is strong. so what? does being strong make you brave? if that's the case then all the freaks who go to the gym 20,000 times a week would definitely be brave. there is little possibility that her cousin weighs more than 50 kg anyway.

and then there is the advertisment on tv which compares her with some olympic runners. wow. i seriously have no idea why would anyone call that fucking midget brave. if she is brave for daring so show her irritating midget face to the world, then i should be brave too, for i dare to show my beautiful hair to the world.

so i strongly believe that anyone who says that that midget and her bitch cousin are anything else other than a midget and a bitch, then that person has some serious issiues going on.

today

today...
- played soccer during recess.
- kicked the ball out of school.
- climbed out to find it.
- over-strained my shoulder while hoisting myself over the wall.
- couldn't find the ball.
- climbed back in.
- landed on a rock while jumping off the wall.
- sprained my ankle.
- went to look for the ball again after school.
- fat fuck followed me at the cost of a drink.
- still couldn't find the ball.
- found out that some of the houses behind the school had swimming pools.
- went to buy drinks.
- met bin and asked him for my $4 back.
- said he didn't have money although there was $2 in his wallet.
- offered to pay me 10 cents first.
- decided that i am not ever going to get my money back.
- went for history remedial.
- teacher treated us to ice cream since it was the last remedial.
- went to buy ice cream at esso.
- ate it.
- went home.
- looked into mirror.
- realised that hair was totally fucked.
- waited for brother to finish using computer.
- finally got to use computer.
- went to shit when i barely did anything on the computer.
- father came home.
- he took over the computer.
- i went to watch tv.
- saw badminton women's doubles.
- korea lost to china by an extremely narrow scoreline.
- finally got to use the computer while father is watching susilo playing agaisnt some thai fuck.
- current score is susilo 10 - 13 thai fuck.

fever

first, it was the world cup fever. then, euro fever. currently, it's the olympic fever. so what's next? dengue fever?

watched the olympic games opening ceremony the other day. i think that it is quite hypocritical that the olympic flame is being carried all over the globe, and then when the guy walks up the huge flight of steps to reach the big torch, he simply holds the flame towards it and some guy in the control room presses a button to light the big torch electronically.

i think it would make better sense for them to let people carry a remote control all over the globe, then climb the stairs and raise the remote control. then press the 'light' button to start the fire...

greece is not the most well-off country in the world, and yet they want to host the games, in hope of getting extra revenue through the many tourists going to watch the olympics. but before that, they have to spend billions to prepare the country. build beautiful (and expensive) stadiums and decorate the city. but they were so poor that they couldn't finish all the things in time, despite winning the hosting rights in 1992 (i think).

and all the money is spent without knowing whether there would actually be anyone visiting at all. and even if there were people, i do not believe that the numbers are great enough to earn something out of. they spent about 5 billion euros to prepare the place, and there are 1 million tourists visiting. counting revenue from television rights, sponsors, ticket sales and commercial use of the 2004 emblem, then each tourist would have to spend maybe 1,500 euros for the country to recover it's costs.

what if the people don't spend enough? then the greeks would be in deep shit and wish that the olympics were never part of their damn history. maybe they could host some friendly matches in their super-expensive stadiums with the european cup winning greek stars playing. but i don't think that people would bother, because the greeks just happen to play the most boring football ever.

the olympics is also somewhat of a big international farce. most of the competition is not even very important to the competitors. many feel that the individual competitions for their events are much more prestigious than the olympics. so the olympics turn out to be some sort of practice event for them. and there are countless doping cases, which spoil the "spirit of the games". i definitely think there would be many more to come. what's the damn point of winning through cheating anyway? it's like playing snake and ladders with dice that show "6" on every side.

so let's all look forward to the next olympics in the great people's republic of china in 2008 and see what kind of shit they manage to produce.


by the way, my hair was a great source of laughter today. not that i care, for i am just too damn self confident to bother with such trivial matters. suppose i would just have to let it grow out. i also found out that the area once covered my the sideburns are of a lighter shade than the rest of my head. i believe that this is caused by playing soccer during recess while i still had my hair. therefore, the area was covered with hair and were not tanned.

hair

boo. my hair has been basically the same since i was a lil' boy. haven't really have problems with it, till last year, when my dearest (right. . .) physics teacher aka mister sirhan said that it was shaped like a bowl.

but because i am so damn confident with myself (right. . .), i have kept the same hairstyle. coz im c00l. can't be fucked to go visit nice hairstylists and get my hair cut at anything more than $7. or 500 pounds to cut it all off like mister kick-the-ball-over-the-bar-like-johnny-wilkinson-who-by-the-way-plays-rugby-which-is-different-from-soccer aka david beckham.

so my hair is and have always been a bowl. actually it's not really a bowl. just cut straight across the forehead. and it's not even my fault that all the different barbers i've been to does the same thing. however, i do not blame them, for i know that there is simply no other alternative. what? cut it diagonally? or zig-zag? so you can see that the only way that my hair can be cut is straight across, unless the barber is on drugs or something.

but that does not make me feel better that my hair is going to look like a bowl again, because my hair has overgrown it's sji-standard length, and has to be cut off. i believe that the only 2 alternatives are either cutting it all off or cutting it myself.

the first alternative is not really possible, because i don't think that a crew cut would fit a round head. and if i really did it and it's fucked, i would not be able to hide at home and wait for it to grow out again. however, i am considering doing this during the holidays, where i have the alternative of hiding at home in shame.

the second alternative is also not a good idea, as if i screw it up badly, it would almost inevitably lead to the first alternative.

so i have no choice but to go to the barber, and when i get back later, my hair would be in a nice bowl again.

oh... my sister managed to get my father to waste $240 to buy her a gameboy, which is her third. and her old gameboy colour is still working fine.

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update

-surprisingly, the barber shop was crowded.
-took a number, which was 33.
-had to wait for 4 people to finish before turn came.
-unknowingly gave the barber the green light to shave off sideburns.
-made my head look more bowlish.
-barber trickced me into revealing age.
-barber told me that i should comb hair.
-barber combed hair to the right before cutting.
-made me look like a dickhead.
-gave the barber $10 and he only gave me $2 in change.
-which means that it fucking costs $8.
-went home.
-bathed and straightened hair.
-realised that the left side was about 4cm longer than the right.
-decided that the only way out was to cut it myself.
-utilised a pair of tiny scissors and father's electric shaver.
-managed to make hair look presentable.
-made the life-changing decision that i WILL cut hair myself in the future.
-found out that i would need someone to cut hair at the back.
-but the decision is made that i will cut own hair.

sister

hmmm... my sister. all about that lil' bitch known as my sister.

name: rayna
age: 10
school: bukit panjang primary
level: primary 5
attitude: severe problems
dress sense: bad
brain capacity: poor
ability to get beaten up: high
music: s.h.e., cyndi, jolin tsai, britney spears, etc
hangs out with: maid, a sissy boy, some random retards

a few little stories about her.
1. likes to sit on the GLASS table in the living room.
2. convinced my mom to buy HEELYS and smelly hamsters for her.
3. told my father: "either buy a dog or roller skates for me." - it's like saying "either buy a car or a bicycle for me..."
4. told my brother: "later when i come back, i better not see you playing the laptop, or else i'll tell daddy, depending whether i'm happy or not." before she went to the airport to pick my dad up, because my bro is not supposed to 'play' with my dad's laptop.
5. made my dad put a password on the laptop so that my bro couldn't play with it while she could.
6. likes to act big towards me and bro while under the protection of my parents because she knows that we can't beat her up while our parents are watching.
7. doesn't realise that my parents are not always at home to prevent us from beating her up.
8. says that the girl from the 8th floor is stupid, yet likes to go to her house to play.
9. enjoys whispering bad things about us to my mother.
10. has a secondary 1 friend who has extremely bad manners - she came up to my house to look for sis, told her sis not at home, she don't believe, tells her sister to push the door so i can't close it, then later claimed that i slammed the door on her hand and injured it, although she didn't touch the door.
11. likes to act big when my friends are visiting - like calling my maid brainless (which i agree).
12. overly spoilt by my parents - haven't been beaten by them before, although my and bro got caned constantly when we were young.
13. spent over $1000 buying random crap last year - money gotten from mom.
14. wastes batteries on her discman although she can and should be using her adapter while listening at home - got warned by me, bro and parents and yet still does it, parents do not scold her.
15. now she wants to buy a dog - i have no problem with that except that she would say that the dog belongs to her and become possessive, have experience with a cat she brought home in 1999.
16. occasionally spells 'one' as 'want', some other nice errors that i can't remember.

so now you can see how wonderful my sister is. that's why my brother and i love her so much. right.


went skating again last night, fat fuck got busted by his mom for sneaking out. she claims that god woke her up. so now the earliest time possible for skating is 5:30am.

father

my father is coming back from china for a week, starting today. so i would probably not be blogging much during this time. because the computer is dead, and i have to use the laptop, which belongs to my father, and i believe he is not too comfortable with us using his laptop.

the tests today were fucked. totally screwed my social studies. in the 45 minutes given, i spent 38 minutes on the first essay and 7 minutes on the second. in fact, i thought that there was still a lot of time left while writing my first essay. then the teacher said "7 minutes more." great. the physics was slightly better, but there were many questions that i wasn't too familiar with. bleah... at least it's over. for today at least. then there would be 3 tests next week. fuck. chemistry. fuck. history. fuck. geography. fuck.

made the font size of the sidebar smaller, and added a few links too. coz im c00l.

mugging?

i really need to study. but i just can't make myself do it. get down to some serious mugging, especially for the test tomorrow. especially for social studies. i'm planning to complete every single question from the maths/a maths ten year series book in preperation for the prelims/o's. planning.

why is studying called mugging anyway? the only 2 definitions of mug that i know of are cup, and to rob someone. so it's either 'cupping' or 'robbing'. i suppose robbing is a more suitable reason, since you kind of steal the knowlege from the book and put it in your brain.

the above paragraph shows the harmful effects of severe boredom caused to the human brain. therefore, it is advisable to avoid being in constant boredom in order to minimise chances of getting severe brain damage.

sad?

o'level chinese results were out today. and i got a fucking b4... fuck. actually i'm not really feeling sad or anything. just disappointed because the paper were not that difficult. maybe it's because my oral sucks, got only a merit for it. don't really have the right to feel sad too, because i really didn't study much for it. just thought that b3 would be fairly achievable.

found out that studying is harder than i thought it would be. supposed to be studying for the tests on saturday, which i again discovered, is 2 this week and 3 next saturday. was intending to study for physics and social studies but just couldn't make myself open the notes. fell asleep in the end, while trying to make myself read the notes. hope this shit won't carry on for long.

have a nice cough and sore throat due to eating coffee powder mixed with condensed milk. to make, mix a packet of 3-in-1 coffee powder with equal amounts of condensed milk and stir till mixed. the finished product should look something like sticky and watery shit, the only difference is that it doesn't taste like shit. eat the mixture, then get a sore throat the next day. it causes harm, but really tastes nice. 3-in-1 coffee powder tastes nice eaten on it's own too, and won't cause a sore throat.

blogs

i'm sure everyone has seen blogs that is simply about the daily events in the person's life. for example, "i went to school, school sucks. went home, ate some shit, and now i'm bloggin..." what's the fucking point of posting your daily timetable for the world to see? i think it's a much better idea to keep a diary instead. then you can save the world the pain and suffering of reading it.

then there are those blogs that go "i luv u dear, for ever and ever (only b4 u grow old and saggy and that's when i'll dump u in the thrash...)" yuck! mushy stuff is meant to be shared between 2 people. it's not something for the whole fucking world to see. again, what's the point? show people that they're in love? or maybe people are too insecure and feel that people think they're losers, so they go post these shits on their blogs so that others would know that they DO have a boyfriend/girlfriend. there are variations of this, including those people who have already chosen names for their children, grandchildren and great grandchildren - when they're only 15.

and the scum of the blogging world. "i WeNt To ChOmP oN sOmE sHiT tOdAy CoS i LiKe To TyPe LiKe ThIs CoS iTs CoOl..." it was an enormous strain on my lil' pinkie to keep pressing on the fucking shift key every other alphabet i typed. wonder how those fuckers manage to type entire BLOGS lIkE tHaT? of course, there are many variants too, such as those who subsitute a for @/4, e for 3, i for !, s for 5, t for + and so on... wtf. that would really cause some serious brain and finger damage. it would also require lots of finger-eye coordination.

actually you know what's a GREAT test for finger-eye coordination? stick your pointer finger out on both hands, then with as much force as possible, jab your fingers into your eyes. if you fail to puncture your eyeball or completely push it into the back of your skull, you have failed the test. those people who type 1!k3 +h!5 would definitely manage to blind themselves without much difficulty.

the last type are those that blog like once in 2 weeks, and the sole purpose of their blogs is to allow their friends to post in their tagboards. so they successfully turned their blogs into some kind of free message board service. smart or not, you decide. i'll say NO.

after witnessing so much crap from these blogs, don't you find it comforting to be able to get a good read here? YES!


chinese results coming out tomorrow (i think). hope that i would be lucky enough to get a b3 at least. HOPE.

singapore idol

watched singapore idol? i didn't want to make myself suffer the pain of watching retarded countrymen and women singing their hearts out at first, but soon gave in to the temptation. and retarded it was.

let's start with the judges. there were 4 of them, dick lee, a woman, a malay-looking man, and a fat man. obvioulsy out of the four, i only knew who dick lee was. or more like he was the only familiar name there. the only one that is worth talking about is the fat man. i think he was sincerely hoping that some contestant would walk up to him and give him a nice big punch in the face. that's what i was hoping for anyway. that guy was probably too worried that the contestants would laugh at him for being a fat ugly loser, so he had to protect himself by frowning and staring at them in the hardest way possible in order the gain the upper-hand. if he had done that to a bunch of stupid ah-bengs, he would most definitely get beaten up.

the contestants were another retarded bunch, with too many trying too hard to be the fucking singapore verison of william fucking retard hung, whom if you haven't realised, is a fucking retard. nothing much to talk about here, they were just plain ol' self-delusional.

moving off topic... william hung IS a retard. anyone who says that he is a brave/sincere/whatever-else-except-retarded person would be a retard too. i believe that the only reason the american idol editors decided to allow him to have his 2 minutes of fame is to poke fun at asians. william hung is the traditional asian sterotype in the eyes of the americans; stupid, ugly, and most of all, retarded. best of all, he managed to get famous. famous because all the fucking americans were laughing at him for being the fucking retarded asian they've always had in their minds. shit turned into bigger shit as his name spread far and wide, like a fucking disease. he began to like his life, going to shows and getting his stupid ass laughed at, in exchange for money. actually it's quite a nice job.

then he had fans. people who are either too stupid to realise he is retarded, or are pretending that he is a nice guy in order to laugh at him. william hung is so brave that he could go on tv to sing his fucking retarded song. yes, i know. william hung is so brave that he can allow a whole nation to laugh at him, and at the same time, not feel the humiliation of it. i love william too. i once laughed at him when i first saw him on tv. not because he was really funny, but because he was stupid enough to go on a talent contest to sing his 'song'. talentless person in a talent contest just don't match. self-delusional again.

however, mister hung could be pulling the greatest scam the world has ever seen. maybe he is so smart that he had planned this all. get into american idol. be retarded. get famous. earn money. he would really be good if he did that, banking on his retardedness and the american love for asian dorks to earn a living.

top 10 bands (not in order)

afi
godsmack
the darkness
guns n' roses
modest mouse
bright eyes
slayer
metallica
system of a down

can't think of any more... screw this. stopping this top 10 shit. thinking of 10 things is too much work for my little brain.

national day my ass

my family and my cousin's family are all watching the national day parade on tv. except me, for i own and use a brain. i seriously have no fucking idea what's so captivating about the stupid ndp. from the safety of my room, i can hear some retard shouting some commands, and some stupid trumpet sounds. how interesting indeed. even worse are those who actually GO to the parade. at least if you watch it at home, you can have the choice of turning the damn tv off when you get sick of all the retards running around like beheaded chickens. but at the stadium, you have no choice but to watch. oops, i forgot. these people actually ENJOY watching it.

go hear the new version of kit chan's home and feel the uncontrollable spasms taking over your body. the song was disgusting enough before, but the smart asses had to make it more disgusting by getting some stupid kids to sing it. what's the damn point of this? maybe because kids are sooo cute and adorable, that singaporeans would feel happy that their country managed to produce such sweet little things who would be the bright future of singapore. but the kids were stupid and ugly, with retarded whiny voices. i cringe at the thought that these retards would be the future of singapore. fortunately i've only had the chance of hearing it once.

the song is stupid and meaningless. where the river always flows? flow my ass. that canal wouldn't ever qualify as a fucking river. and it's smelly and dirty. but lets assume that it's a river anyway. so how would that fucking river affect our lives? how would that river make singapore our home? by stinking the place up? how nice.

if hanging the national flag would be a way to see who gives a fuck about the country, then people clearly don't give a fuck. go look out of your window and see how many people bothered to fly their flags. singaporeans were never patriotic anyway. if they really loved the country, they would have been booing the japanese soccer team like china did, instead of cheering for them. singaporeans are just too comfortable living in this little shell, with the reality of the world blocked out by our 'super efficient' government. they just work and let the government do the rest. in fact, i believe they have little idea what the government actually does with their tax money.

but what makes singapore lovable enough for us to feel patroitic towards it anyway? the kiasu and selfish people? or the super-hectic lifestyle of the country? people spend their time working, working and working, that they do not realise that this country is not as good as it seems. they are too busy to realise that singaporeans are very ugly people. they do not realise that they are spending their lives working, only to end up with nothing. people say they work hard to enjoy their retirement, why not enjoy life now instead of looking forward to something that might not even happen. you could just die anytime. heart attack, accidents, terrorist attacks, the possibilities are countless. i might just die after typing this sentence, who knows?

SHIT! home is being sung by the retards now... whiny little shits. hope someone at the parade tells them to shut the fuck up. opps, they actually ENJOY listening to whiny meaningless songs.


went skating again this morning. got the joy of having an overweight fat fat fuck to come and tell us to go away. it must have been hard work for him to get out of bed, dress, then haul his fat ass down. being the good citizens that we are, we kindly walked away. then some retarded bald nigger shouted something like "use your fucking brains lah basket!" or something to that extent from the safety of his flat and quickly hid himself. the pussy didn't even have the guts to come down and say it in our face. stupid shit.

crap

i just spent 30 minutes writing a post about myself, felt that it was gay, and deleted it. cheers. went skating again at 4am this morning. fuck... promise to have a proper post the next time round.

top 10 tv shows (not in order)

survivor
the oc
the amazing race
one piece
spongebob squarepants
friends
that '70s show
grounded for life
the apprentice
soccer matches

not really a television fan... struggled to think of 10 shows.

bleah...

think i really should cut down on long long posts... makes people feel lazy to read, and it takes a long time to write too.
went out quite late this morning, because fat fuck's brother was studying and he couldn't sneak out. i'm impressed with his brother's work-rate... studying from 9+ till 4am. wtf. i would probably be half-dead if i ever did that, and not learn anything at all. should be going again tomorrow morning. hope his brother doesn't study like that again.

from here
the stain

i am the stain, but im not an ordinary one
i've been through what no one will ever imagine
i had a master, i stayed with him through thick and thin
but i got expelled when i became useless
yes i'm brown, and yes i got expelled through his rectum
why do people call me shit ? i'm just remains of food, i could be the remains of caviar or abalone
the very moment i got expelled, i knew i'm special
no, its not that i have a different color
no, its not because i smell different
it is because unlike all my brothers and sisters who went down with me
i landed on his pants but unfortunately my family got flushed away
i'm glad im still alive and smelling
so here i am a stain in his pants
a brown stain in his perfectly white pants
it's a good position, perfectly in view and the color contrast was wonderful
i was paraded around for all to see
everyone had a good time, everyone laughed
except my master
he despised me, but why?
am i not attractive?
he told a lie, he told everyone the tracker kicked mud at him
tracker kicked mud? in the toilet?
i am saddened that he regards me as mud
why did he do that?
i was once part of him wasn't i?
why did he have to do this to me, he should be proud
i got angry when he tried to wipe me off
the harder he tried, the angrier i got
the more he wants to hide me, the more i wanted to be seen
so i started to spread, like a disease i spread
i spread till almost half my original size and thankfully, water was there to help
i might be gone now
but my name still lives on
his classmates still speak of me
i have accomplished what i set out to do
to be known, to be recognized
i am
the big brown stain on his pants
and im proud to be one

top 10 websites (not in order)

kontraband.com
rudefun.com
howstuffworks.com
miniclip.com
en.wikipedia.org
photoforum.org
beautifuk.blogspot.com
hubblesite.org
soccernet.com
concretesurf.co.nz

see THIS
and this.

holy shit. 9 storeys high roll-in for the x-games in philadelphia. imagine the pain of falling down that shit. only if you have the guts and balls to go down, that is.

pink

i think people would notice that there are more and more MEN wearing PINK (my first coloured text EVER) shirts these days. maybe they think it's cool. or they think that wearing PINK shirts makes them a 'sensitive new-age guy'. or they wore their sister's/mother's/girlfriend's/wife's/grandmother's shirts by mistake. or even perhaps because they accidently spilled some bandung on their shirts, then decide that the only way to correct the problem is by spilling more bandung on it to make it entirely PINK.

but let me tell all you stupid PINK-wearing faggots this : REAL MEN DON'T WEAR PINK! why? it's because PINK is ONLY worn by lil' girls and some ol' women that aspire to be cute again. basically, PINK is a colour that is ONLY acceptable when worn on a female. so unless you're gay, NEVER wear PINK. wearing PINK won't make you look like a 'sensitive new-age guy'. it only makes you look like a sensitive new-age faggot.

there are probably 20,000 other colours that are available choices for men, and PINK is not one of them. so next time you ever see any of your friends dressed in PINK, give him a slap on the head, or even a punch in the gut, and tell him that REAL MEN DON'T WEAR PINK! of course, only do this to your friends and not some random PINK-wearing faggot you see on the street. i won't want to be held responsible for you being gang-raped by a PINK-wearing faggot gang.


anyway, school was relatively painless today. only from 8:30am to about 10. don't even see the point of being there. brought most of my books home, in case i'm in a good mood and wish to spoil it by studying. would probably be going on a late night/early morning skate later tonight/tomorrow morning.

top 10 hates (not in order)

pink-wearing faggots
george bush
saddam hussien
retarded islamic extremists
retarded 'gangstas' that rap about their dogs
stupid people that think they're cool
sji
gays
trend-followers
people that make me feel stupid*

*see below
i hate it when people make me feel stupid although they are the ones that are truely retarded. i have 3 examples to show this.

primary 2 - i said "colleague" is pronounced as it is, and a friend said that it was pronounced as "college". i insisted and he went on to ask some other retards, who all agreed that it was pronounced as "college".

secondary 1 - i saw a kingfisher perched on top of the rugby posts, and pointed it out to my classmate. the fucktard said that a kingfisher is a BIG bird and that the tiny blue bird is not a kingfisher. he then procceded to ask other retards, who agreed that a kingfisher is a BIG bird.

secondary 4 - i said that sri lanka is a country. a retard said that it's part of india. he then asked another retard, who said that sri lanks IS part of india. he then asked our geography teacher, who said that sri lanka is a country. the retards then asked if it WAS part of india, to which she said yes. they then said that they were right that sri lanka is part of india. however, i suppose that their brains are lagging by a few decades, because sri lanka was only part of india when they were colonialised by britain a long long time ago.

therefore, you can see why i hate to be made felt stupid by a bunch of brainless stupid people.

good?

each day, we get shit from the world. the whole world is full of shit. we get shit from wars, shit from the middle east, shit from islamic extremists, shit from usa, shit from george fucking retard bush, shit from teachers, shit from friends, shit from bad blogs. fortunately, you won't get any shit from me. even if it's shit, it would be interesting shit. so i guess that's good.

great news: afi is actually becoming nice. modest mouse IS nice.
good news: 5 days of holidays coming up.
relatively good news: i've just watched naked weapon(pirated cd), and AGAIN, i swear i didn't know that there were 2 nude scenes in it, since it was showing in cinemas with a pg rating(i think). and maggie q is HOT.
bad news: tests are on the saturday after national day holidays, and the following saturday.
fucking bad news: prelims are approximately 1 month and 1 week away.
great joke: assistant principal aka goh poh kenn wants us to study "at least 8 to 9 hours a day" during the 5 day break. haha.

anyway, some quotes i found from the net.
-it's better to be black than gay because when you're black you don't have to tell your mother.
-if i were to point fingers at you, it would definitely be the middle one.
-if anything was deformed, it would have to be your face.
-i believe that sex is a beautiful thing between two people. between five, it's fantastic.
-don't have sex. it leads to kissing and pretty soon you have to start talking to them.
-if it wasn't for pick-pockets i'd have no sex life at all.
-i'm glad i'm not bisexual. i couldn't stand being rejected by men as well as women.
-last week i stated that this woman was the ugliest woman i had ever seen. i have since been visited by her sister and now wish to withdraw that statement.
-show me a woman who doesn't feel guilt and i'll show you a man.
-an archaeologist is best husband a woman can have: the older she gets, the more interested he is in her.
-if a woman insists on being called ms, ask her if it stands for miserable.
-when a man steals your wife there is no better revenge than to let him keep her.
-some people ask the secret of our long marriage. we take time to go to a restaurant two times a week. a little candlelight, dinner, soft music and dancing. she goes tuesdays, i go fridays.

top 10 movies (not in order)

american pie
american pie 2
american pie 3
dawn of the dead
the matrix
the matrix reloaded
the matrix revolutions
scary movie 3
spiderman
spiderman 2

fuck. these movies suck. except for american pie(s) and matrix revolutions. and dawn of the dead. don't watch much movies anyway. if i do, it's probably non-memorable ones. or movies downloaded from kazaa. or pirated cds.

realised many people think that gayfag does not really exist or that it's my idea of a joke. bleah.

10 top 10

fuck. just woke up at 8:30 after falling asleep at 5:30 while waiting for my brother to finish using the laptop. now my head hurts. that's why i hate to sleep in the afternoon. i've realised that the only way to prevent the headache is to sleep till late, like 10:30pm or something.

the modest mouse cd is nice. actually it's good (good is better than nice?). afi is still failing to meet my expectations... well, still hoping that it would grow into me.

anyway, realised that the tests are on 2 saturdays, and there would be 3 on each day. instead of 2 on a weekday and 4 on a saturday, which is slightly better than i thought. again, i might be wrong, as things have been screwed up for me lately. bleah. fuck it.

thought of this yesterday. starting today, and for the next 9 days, there would be a 10 top 10, which is a list of 10 of my top 10 likes (eg. top 10 songs, etc). and since this is MY blog, don't bother telling me that anything sucks or whatever.

top 10 songs (not in order)

afi - this time imperfect
bright eyes - the calendar hung itself
godsmack - serenity
the darkness - love is only a feeling
system of a down - toxicity
the who - behind blue eyes
school of rock (theme song?)
modest mouse - the ocean breathes salty
placebo - every me every you
guns n' roses - think about you

i forgot to add milla jovovich to the list of babes... appeared in the fifth element and resident evil. and i actually had something interesting to write. but the sleep erased my memory. hopefully i can remember it by tomorrow.

whoohoo

yay. i'm happy. bought 2 cds today from tower records in suntec city. that brings my total (original) cd collection to 3. bought 2 since there was a 20% discount for buying 2. bleah. i'm cheap. anyway, bought afi's sing the sorrow and modest mouse's good news for people who love bad news for $19.95 and $18.40 respectively, after discount. the prices are good, considering that hmv has them in the $30s... so now i'll never buy from hmv again. currently listening to afi... all seems well. now they can join my godsmack's faceless cd.

i'm finally totally convinced that kefli is a fucking loser. kefli is my english teacher. he took over my class last year, and also teaches elective geography. i've heard bad things about him from the geography class, but haven't really witnessed anything bad from him. until today...

the trouble started during last year's final year exams. he told the geography class that tourism wasn't tested, but tourism WAS tested. most of the students didn't study tourism because they believed him and so they pushed the blame onto him, which i think is the right thing to do. however, he denied telling them that tourism wasn't tested. kefli also developed the 'stab-in-the-back' theory, believing that his students ganged up agaisnt him.

so this year, he became somewhat cautious, but all was still fine. until recently, where the damn deputy principal became more interested in our studies. he then became very uptight and constantly threatened to "refer you to her" if we failed to meet his 'expectations'.

then yesterday, sec 4's had a talk about the coming english oral. and i realised that it was picture discussion instead of description, which he had taught us to do during the prelim orals. not surprisingly, i did badly in it. then today, he gave out some handouts which contained passages to practice. since there were no picture discussions, i asked "how about the picture discussions? i think they are more important." to which he replied "i will give them to you in the future.", and i said "but there isin't much time left." those words caused something to snap in his sick and twisted mind.

he then went on and on about who was wasting all the time this year, about us not doing english homework, and talking in class. the irony was that HE was the one wasting most of our time. we DO talk in class, but because his 'class' only consists of 4 members. and he doesn't teach them. the fuckhead talks to them. rubbish like phantoms in the classroom, jokes, even about velvet revolver/guns n' roses. cool. and HE was the one who came into class talking about wanting to punch some student's face and break his nose or teeth, saying that he would be satisfied even if he got into trouble. HE was the one giving 30 minute talks about how he would prefer to teach our class rather than 410. he says that people stab him in the back, but he too does the same thing, talking shit about 410 behind their backs. like how the students there are stupid to believe that they can inherit their parents' companies and how they do not listen to him in class.

my friend from 410 told me that he gives them primary 6 exam papers to do, and then writes the answers on the board for them. talk about gayness. and the biggest irony: he wasted 10 minutes talking about NOT wasting time. wow. to read more shits about him, visit ross_lee.blogspot.com.


sad to say this, but from the 30 minutes spent on writing this, while listening to afi at the same time, it doesn't sound too good. hopefully it would grow into me...
anyway, i found out that blogger doesn't allow double spaces any more. wtf. that's why when you read my old posts, there would be double spaces after each full-stop. and i think it's easier to read with double spaces too. unfortunately, blogger is gaiz and don't allow it.
oh yes, i have 3 tests tomorrow. 1 additional maths, on matrices and shit and 2 history tests, on china and long march. bleah. how unfortunate.

finally

shit. english oral is next week. shit. i hate oral, always have nothing to say, be it picture discussion or the conversation. maybe it's because i don't talk much. in school, it's ok, because there are actually people to talk to. at home, there is simply no one to talk to. brother? no. nothing to talk about. sister? no. hate her. maid? bleah. mother? only comes home at night when i half-dead. father? working in china. so i normally just surf the net for the whole day and then if i'm feeling happy, do some homework, or else i'll go to sleep at about 11pm.
so over the years, my level of speech and communication has fallen considerably. can't seem to articulate some words properly and shit like that. and the bad thing is there would be 2 examiners there, sitting in front of me, focusing on my every word. that's twice the pain. the chinese oral passed quite painlessly, mainly because i sucked so much that it was over in no time.

anyway, after being tired for so many days and unable to write some decent shits here, today i'm fine. and so i'll bring to you, beauty, in my own humble opinion. ever so often, my friends would point out that so and so is pretty/beautiful/whatever, or point out certain girls on the street and say that she is pretty/beautiful/whatever. then most of the time, i'll say "yuck!". so here, i bring to you, a list of girls that i think are pretty/beautiful/whatever. keep in mind that this is in my own opinion, so don't bother telling me that so and so is ugly.

not in any particular order,

chisato morishita - japanese model
elisha cuthbert - 24, the girl next door
keira knightley - king arthur, bend it like beckham
samaire armstrong - the oc
emmanuelle vaugier - smallville
chantille boudousque - are you hot?
sophie marceau - die another day, braveheart
catherine zeta-jones - zorro, entraptment
nicole kidman - too many to remember
cameron diaz - there's something about mary, vanilla sky
kate beckinsale - underworld

ps. the names are lickable. yes, i said lick. lick on the names to see pic.

with my excellent newly-aquired maths skills, the probability of me getting any one of these hot babes is -
P(getting 1 of 11 hot, sexy, beautiful girls) = 1/11.
therefore, the chances are 1 in 11, which are quite damn good.
i was just being self-delusional, just like many of the american idol hopefuls, who think that they are capable to be the next american idol. anyway, i think that any girl half as hot as the above 11 is fine with me. actually i ought to look in the mirror before talking so much shit. but i can always hope. and hope.

sigh

went on a late night/early morning (whichever you prefer) skate with fat fuck. started at 3:30am, and finished at about 6:30. i think everyone should at least go out in the early pre-dawn hours to experience how nice and peaceful everything is. bleah... i'm feeling gay now. but it's true. the whole place was quiet and empty... cool. then got home, fat fuck played fifa while i just sat around. he had to leave at 7:30 because he sneaked out last night/this morning and had to get home before his parents were awake. then i slept from 9 to 1:30.
it's back to school again tomorrow. fuck.