aids

recently there's been lots of news about aids awareness and whatnot. fine, then yesterday there was an article on how aids patients are discriminated.

out of the three examples given, two of them were men. one of them got the virus through fucking around and another from heroin abuse. the third, a woman, was truely unfortunate for getting it through an emergency blood transfusion or tainted needles for malaria jabs or something while living in nigeria.

then it went on and on about how they were ostracised by the public and friends. boo hoo, how sad. really, i don't see any reason why we should see these people as 'equals' or even accept them. it's not even our fault that they got the virus.

most of the time, the fault is completely on them. for example the stupid fuck who had unprotected sex, or the other stupid fuck who didn't even have money to buy his own syringes, while having enough to buy heroin.

and they still have the cheek to ask that we accept them in our society. fuck off. if the americans in the past (and some in the present) couldn't accept blacks just because they were black, i do not see why we should/would accept these aids patients. blacks were, well, black. that's all. aids patients carry a transmittable and uncurable deadly virus in their bodies. big difference.

then one of them said that his friend hurt him by saying that he had to disinfect his bathroom after he (mr. aids) used it. hell, i wouldn't even have allowed him to enter my house in the first place. what if he decided to rape everyone in my family and spread his virus to us? it's always better to die banging, right?

maybe those like the woman and other extremely unfortunate children who got the virus through their parents could be accepted. it's really not their fault anyway. the rest of them should be bundled into a ship and sunk in the middle of the pacific ocean.

maybe a more humane way would be to put all the hiv/aids carriers on some deserted island in the middle of nowhere and allow them to live their lives there. they won't have long to live anyway. and cut off their penises and sew up their vaginas so they can't procreate, to avoid ending up with generations after generations of lil' aids carrying buggers running around the island. kids are bad enough. kids with aids would kill.

then poor people like me wouldn't have to see fucking aids awareness or how stupid deserving patients want us to give them a second chance. once again, to all the stupid aids patients who are too poor to buy condoms or needles, FUCK OFF.

story

story of the day:

i once knew a man from newcastle
who wrapped up a shit in a parcel.
he sent it by plane
with a note to explain
that it came from his grandmother's asshole.

i once knew a man from newcastle
who toured all the music halls.
his favourite trick was to stand on his dick
and to roll off the stage on his balls.

i'm bored.
that's 2 stories, but whatever.
just imagine it's the same person.

review

since i'm so damn bored, i shall do a review on the past 4 years of my life spent/wasted/whatever in sji. and believe me, i'm BORED.

secondary 1 and 2 were just one whole big mess. can't seem to filter out secondary 1 from secondary 2 memories. the 2 years were like a chunk seperated by the end-of-year holidays.

but they were fun times. wrestled, fought, played soccer, talked, all during maths class. and the teacher couldn't/didn't do anything. needless to say, maths was fucked. this then formed the foundation for the rest of my 4 years' worth of maths. and there was baseball after school, raping, slapping, more wrestling, scorpion k.o., whatever.

worst memory was from ace camp in malaysia; disgusting food, smelly toilets, smelly bodies, more disgusting food, stupid activities, big spider in canoe, shadow sex, involving torches, humans, more torches, and a tent. and charlton stomping a hole in some queer muddy-yet-hard soil.

failed exams in sec 1, first in my life. nearly got retained, but advanced in the end. first experience with goh poh kenn. not fun. fucking bitch. passed in sec 2, not good enough. failed maths, went to last class.

sec 3 wasn't fun at all. disunited class, probably because the cooler guys felt they were too cool for the rest. or maybe not. wonderful after-class activities involving satish, and a group of guys. fun for us, not for him. please note, there were no sex involved.

stupidest thief i've met, goes by the name of satish, stole some handphones, screwed up badly, got fucked. did someone say dumb? kefli came, saw, and became a loser. actually he didn't make the last transformation till this year. talked to hoo jyung a lot, kefli remarked that he only saw hoo jyung's back during class. stupid ass.

formed a 'soccer club', got cheated of some jerseys, taught me not to trust others so easily, tough lesson, learnt something, wasn't too fun.

had some of the most screwed up teachers, aaron goh, kefli, ellen woo, killer combination. first was stupid beyond recognition, second just plain retarded, third was one of the worst i've had. and this is agreed by most of the class.

went for outward bound school camp, more fuckness. at least there wasn't any disgusting food,.mess tins smelt like death, ate uncooked instant noodles, 3-in-1 coffee powder, had fun, made a new enemy, vivek, bloody son of a bitch.

passed exams, except for maths and additional maths, nothing new.

sec 4, school decided to make periods 55 minutes long from 35 previously, which meant that there were only 6 periods a day. expected to be asked to drop additional maths, shocked when i wasn't. hoo jyung failed in sec 3 and left, managed to convince others that he was from north korea and had went home, surprised at the level of intelligence they had.

aaron goh became our form tutor, which made him gayer than ever. everyone hated him. not surprising.

additional maths was taught by clement fernandez, more fuckness. he coudn't/didn't earn any respect, had to be fierce to be 'respected', didn't sit too well with me. forced to do maths homework everyday. got first in class for 1 test, said i was his best pupil, definite b for me in mid-year exams and a in o's. thought he was just plain full of shit and senile. had regular spasms, retired and left for australia in may, we are all happy.

won silver in interclass hockey, first medal of my life. i was the fucking goalkeeper 4 years in a row. being hit by hard hockey balls isin't fun. 'saved' a penalty with my head. acutally the ball just hit my head, and as i've said, it wasn't too fun.

failed maths in mid-year, proved that he is full of shit. goh poh kenn started to put pressure on kefli and he promptly turned gay, kept commenting that everytime he looked at hoo jyung last year, he only saw his back. god knows how many times he said that. mass-hating of kefli began.

started blogging in july.

thiru got sent back to sec 3 in september by the fucking retarded bitch, aka goh poh kenn, although there were many who did worse than him. we all just love her. got 32 points for prelims, happy that i can get 3 months of holidays.

o levels were here in a flash, and over before i could say "fuck". and now here i am, eating shit and dying of boredom.

i know that the above was total and complete bullshit. my brain isin't functioning properly now, so forgive me for wasting 10 minutes of your life reading it.


ordered 8 cds from amazon.com yesterday. costs about $220 including shipping. wonderful.

mmm...

so the exams are over. haven't updated in quite some time. my brain needs time to regain it's functionality. give it a week or 2. hopefully by then it'll be alive again.


my bastard cousin called my brother a "fucker boy". then he used some stupid toy gun to shoot at him on purpose. he recieved 3 stomps on his face, chest and stomach from my brother for his trouble. the 'gun shot' probably didn't hurt at all, but that's not the point. think he'll shut up for some time now.

almost

ok, the exams are almost over. just one more to go on monday. i don't feel happy. think it's because i didn't do anything to allow myself to enjoy it.

normal hardworking assholes who study 8 hours everyday have a reason to be happy. because they earned the break, or so to speak. but me? i do the same things whether it is during the exam period or a holiday. and no, it is not study 8 hours a day. i do nothing. see? so a school day and an exam day and a holiday day is no different to me.

i still get bored to death.

i was so bored that i read about smoking cigars. and marijuana. and drug use. and many other things that will probably never be applied in my life. all because i'm fucking bored.

i once read that there are 2 types of people: the ones who get bored and find things to do, and the ones that get bored and stay bored because they are too lazy to find things to do.

guess which type i am.

think i'm gonna die during the holidays. or at least till it stops raining. then i can go skate. and it seems that the rain would just pour. and pour. everyday. and when it's raining, i can only get on the computer and surf the net. and then read about useless things again. and again. everyday.

what?

shit. i'm turning gay. i gave some fucker $2 for some stupid ass charity for kids with broken homes on saturday. what the fuck? and it was some stupid faggot that i gave to. and i'm sure he simply pocketed the money, because there was no donation box or whatever the fuck you call it. FUCK. why in the world did i do that for? fuck. and it wasn't even a girl. it was a fucking guy. argh. FUCK!


oh, and some parts i missed out about my bastard cousin.

he stole something from my cousin which i cannot recall. he denied everything of course, and refused to let us check his pockets. then his mother said whoever finds the item first will get a red packet (it was chinese new year, last year). then he ran to the room to 'find' it, and i followed him. then i told him to get it out quickly and he reached into his pocket and took it out, very excitedly. fuck. how fucking dumb can a person be? then he happily went back to his mother to claim his prize. i told everyone what happened, and guess what? his mother said he was "just curious" and still gave him his prize after my aunt said that if she didn't, he wouldn't trust her anymore in the future.

his father once slapped his nephew so hard that his whole fucking face was blue (i saw his face). and he did that just because he was 'rude'. and guess what happens to bastard? nothing. great parenting.

bored

it'll be at least another 3-4 days before the exams resume and i'm gonna die of boredom before i get to enjoy my 3/7 month holiday.

i'm so bored that i shat my pants, just for kicks.


happy birthday to me.

just thought of this, why should you be happy on your birthday? why? it's just like any normal day except that you were born some number of years ago on this day. and it's not even to your credit that you were born. it's not like you actually did something to deserve to be happy.

perhaps your parents could be happy for managing to finally produce a child after 10 hard years of fruitless sex. or maybe they are happy that they have managed to keep themselves alive despite having to live with a bastard for the past god-knows how many years, while at the same time refraining from murdering you.

and speaking of bastards, let me tell you the story of my cousin. he is probably the biggest bastard i've ever met.

in the stories, my bastard cousin would be known as bastard, while my other cousin would be known as cousin. bastard is 9 this year, and my cousin is 16. both of them are male. all characters are from my mother's side of the family, since i don't give a fuck about my father's side. bastard's mother is my mother's younger sister. stories are not exactly in sequencial order because i can't remember when they happened.

since the moment he sprouted some teeth, he began to bite us. the mother fucker bit everyone. imagine the surprise you get when you stick your hand into the cot and look at bastard thinking 'so cute' (i was unaware that he was a bastard, considering he was probably under 1 years old) when suddenly you feel a sharp pain in your fingers as they get chewed by bastard. and the fucker never ever releases easily.

when he learnt to walk, bastard became a walking bastard with teeth. before this, you only get bitten by the tiger if you get stupid enough to stick your hand in its cage. now, the tiger is out of the cage and fucking bites anyone and everyone. very often, i would see his parents/maid/some unfortunate soul who decided he was cute with a nice set of teeth marks on their bodies. bastard did not dare bite me because i would have bashed his head in.

as he grew older, he grew fatter. and more evil. once, when i was at his house, some old neighbour came visiting, and he too, decided that bastard was 'cute', and pinched his cheeks. bastard did not take too kindly to this, and proceeded to smash the neighbour's head with his toy rifle, and broke the rifle in the process. his mother then threatened to get the garang kuni man to catch him, and he was scared. but i believe that it was these type of empty threats that made him immune to any form of threats now.

bastard was also a big pervert. i kid you not. a fucking 2 years old pervert is not something that is funny. he would grab me/my cousin's privates on purpose and then laugh. apparently, everyone else believed that he was just playing. and he also grabbed his sister's chest/privates (she was one year younger than him). and still, no one believed. then one night, he was sleeping at my house. and according to my sister/maid/his maid, he got up in the middle of the night and stood on a table in front of the window, pulled down his pants, and started to play with his dick.

somehow, he is able to recieve a whole lot of pain before finally crying. i know this because about 3-4 years ago at my house, he tried to fuck around with me. he began to throw stuff out of my sister's room because of some unknown reason. my maid and his maid both refuse to deal with the matter. no one fucks around with me in MY house, and i had to show him who's boss. i tried to beat him, but he almost succeeded in biting my arm, so i wrestled him to the ground and started slapping him. HARD. but still no effect. so i punched him, again and again, on the arms (how the fuck could i punch his face?). HARD. still no fucking effect. then i took some slipper with a hard 'sole' that was seriously fucking hard and began to hit him over and over and over with it. no effect. fuck. his face was red, his arms were red, tears was welling up in his eyes, and he still refused to admit defeat and cry. i gave up and pushed him to the ground when he charged at me (he was still trying to attack me while i was bashing him). i wonder why, but the shock of landing on the ground must have been the final straw and he just sat on the floor and cried. finally. i won, he lost.

he has also used a large number of vulgarities without getting any rewards. he called me a bitch in MY house, but i couldn't bash him because his father was present. by the way, his father was present in all of his vulgar outbursts and not once has he taken any action. in bintan, he showed me the fucking middle finger while playing basket ball in the swimming pool because he was losing, and once again, i couldn't bash him because his father was present, and once again, didn't do anything. then yesterday, he called my brother chee bye very loudly in front of his parents, sister, my mother, uncle, grandmother, cousin and sister, and still no one fucking took any decisive action. no one even flinched. everyone, including my brother acted like everything was normal. the only 2 persons that reacted was his parents. his father laughed, "her-her", while his mother said "you cannot say that ok!?" then gave him a tiny tiny "hit" that was more of a way of appeasing the crowd than to punish her son. bastard probably didn't even feel anything as he continued watching tv.

fuck man, if his parents wern't there yesterday, i would have fucking killed him. the whole day he was basically asking for a beating. when playing soccer, he was kicking me very roughly while i was stepping on his feet and elbowing his face as best as i could without being seen by his parents. when he fell down, he shouted and kicked me and then smiled 'innocently' when his parents looked at him. then when i was sitting down with my legs outstretched, he walked past me and 'accidently' stepped on my legs with both his fucking feet at the same time while giggling and saying "oops."

fuck. fortunately it's going to be the holidays soon and he would probably come to stay for some time, and it would be time for my revenge. i would definitely remind myself to be ruthless.

i seriously wonder how in the world does his parents manage to produce such a bastard. his parents are good people, from what i've seen. so how the fuck can 2 good people produce a little bastard son? sometimes i feel worried that my future children (if any) would turn out like him. but if they did, i would definitely be the first to bash them to a pulp.

random bullshit

it's almost over. just 4 papers left. i'm supposed to be happy.


watched some retarded-as-fuck gameshow on channel 5 last night. they asked this girl some questions. the girl wasn't particularly young; probably 10? so then age cannot be used as an excuse to her retardation.

question: "what does captain hook do?"
girl: "errrrrr... (long pause) he catches the sharks."
answer: pirate.

question: "if all the ice in the polar regions melt, is that good or bad?"
girl: "errrrrr... (long pause) good!"
answer: bad.

question: "what is the name of the largest island in the world?"
girl: "errrrrr... (long pause) hawaii?"
answer: greenland.

oh my, what a stupid little girl.


then tomb raider was on tv. and angelina jolie looked fucking sick. sick = disgustingly sick, not wonderfully sick. DISGUSTING. yuck. gross. think she needs liposuction on her lips before they begin to sag. her lips are probably fatter than 3 of my fingers. and that's not a good thing.


oh yes, it's my birthday tomorrow. then i'll be 16. presents, anyone?

stars

i've decided that i hate stars. stars as in those in the sky, not stupid celebrities. after a long long long time without seeing any stars due to overcast skies, i finally saw 1 the day before yesterday. then last night, there were many.

then as i was looking at the stars, i re-realised (re-realised because i knew this long ago, but forgotten about it) that the light i currently see was probably given out hundreds or thousands or millions of years ago. then i thought, "fuck, this fucking light was produced during the time of the dinosaurs, and i'm only seeing it now." and then, i re-realised that life is totally completely insignificant.

it then re-ignited my fear of death, or rather the fear of what happens after death. and i wondered if i would be in heaven or hell, if they existed, or would i be just dead. it would be really a big pity if someone were a staunch christian/muslim/buddhist/whatever for his whole life only to die and discover that he was loyal to a being that does not exist.

imagine the sadness of a muslim suicide bomber who believed that he would become a martyr after blowing himself up, only to find himself in front of saint peter's gate and then promptly banished to hell. but i am not saying that the muslim faith is bullshit. in fact, i do not believe in any religion basically because i do not know what to believe in. perhaps the 'real' gods were from some extinct greek religion. who knows?

then i re-realised that everything that is around me will be gone in a matter of years. everything will be gone. that someday, i will be an old man, lying in bed waiting to die. then maybe then i'll think about myself when i was 16, blogging about what i'd be like when i was 80 and dying, and thinking how fast time passes.

see? all this shit and sadness just from looking at some fucking stars. fuck the stars. i now officially hate them. or maybe i'm just thinking too much.

smash your head

why in the world do people cut themselves? i think it's either attempted suicide (fucking feeble attempt) or just to try to attract attention.

this is what i found on wikipedia.
a common form of self-injury is shallow cuts to the skin of the arms or legs, or less frequently to other parts of the body, including the breasts and sexual organs. since this is the most well-known, it is casually referred to as "cutting", though it may also involve punching, slapping, or burning oneself as well. people who engage in self-harm are not usually attempting suicide, but are trying to relieve an unbearable emotional pressure they are feeling. however, self-injury is a strong predictor for future suicide or suicide attempts. a self-injurer is significantly more likely than people of other diagnoses to attempt or complete suicide in the year after an incident of self-injury. self harm is seen by some as attention seeking behavior.

great. so these fuckheads are thinking "argh! i'm feeling an unbearable emotional pressure after my boyfriend of 2 weeks cheated on me! i shall cut my arms to relive it!" *slash, slash* "eeew, what a bloody mess! i shall cover the puny cuts with some cloth which would become bloody so that people can see it better, then hopefully my boyfriend will love me more."

but why bother cutting yourselves when there are probably 20,000 other ways to cause self harm without having to answer queries about where that scratch on your arm came from, and are more painful, which i'm assuming would help more since more physical pain = more emotional pain relieved.

for one, you can slam the door on your hand/arm/foot/leg/dick/breasts/head/neck/any other extendable part of your body. it's easy, no blood involved, and best of all, you don't have to go around searching for a small and not-so-sharp knife to cut yourself because doors can be found anywhere. and i believe that broken bones/mashed up brains would be more painful than a stupid cut on your arm/breasts/sexual organs.

oh wait, these people do not cut their breasts/sexual organs. in fact, they do not cut any part of their bodies which is covered by their clothes. why? because they need people to see it. it really defeats the purpose if you go on slashing and cutting and no one can see the damage, right? in fact, most do not even slash their wrists, because they could accidently kill themselves if they picked the wrong knife. instead, they cut their arms. bleah, pussies.

however, most slashers (scratchers) would never ever admit that they are trying to get attention. instead, they claim that they are actually trying to kill themselves. that would be even more laughable. cutting of wrists would only cause death if you're acting in a stupid chinese drama, where the troubled teen locks itself in a toilet with a razor and cut itself. and it only dies if it does not engage its peers/parents/teachers/police in a wild goose chase before settling in the toilet, as in the second scenerio, the peers/parents/teachers/police would kick down the door and send it to the hospital.

if people trapped in mountains can cut off their whole arm and still make it down without dying, what makes them think that it's possible to die through severe blood loss through a stupid wound? firstly, i imagine that the blood would clot before all 7 litres of blood flows out. next, i think that they would first die of boredom waiting hours for their blood to drain. "oh fuck, it's been 7 hours and i'm still wide awake. maybe today's not a good day. i'll try again tomorrow."

a nice way to die is by sticking a long screw driver through your eyes and into your brain. there is a risk that you would become a vegetable for life, but that's already almost as good as being dead. alternatively, you could find a tall building and jump off it, and while in mid-air, try to twist your body in such a way that you would land head-first. if you can't find a nice building, don't fret. i can offer you my window for absolutely no charge. 21st storey, success guaranteed.

so next time if you have a sudden urge to injure yourselves, do not think about the knife. think the DOOR. and if you want to kill yourselves, do not think the knife. think the SCREW DRIVER or a nice and tall BUILDING. oh, and if you want attention, go buy an 'I WANT ATTENTION' t-shirt, complete with bold, capatilised and underlined alphabets, sure to get you as much attention as needed. if you can't find one, just write it on a piece of paper with a big black marker and pin it to your shirt. heck, do 2 and pin them on both the front and back for a good measure.

pepsi

pepsi sucks. they spend millions on endorsement deals with stars like david beckham and beyonce knowles and still no one fucking drinks pepsi. then they have to waste more money to endorse more stars and hope that people start drinking. but still, no one drinks pepsi. it's not even a vicious cycle. it's plain simple retardation.

so why does pepsi suck so bad? it's because they endorse stupid people like david beckham and beyonce, paying them millions to drink pepsi. the millions and the large amounts of pepsi in their bodies cause them to become retarded, and since no one likes retarded people, no one supports pepsi.

if you're reading this and think "no, i love pepsi and i love retards," i hereby congratulate you and hope that you would grow up with the ambition of marrying a retard and producing many many retarded kids which would be hated by the world and murdered. heck, it could even spawn a new breed of retard-lovers who would also wish to marry retards. therefore, i predict that in the not-so-distant future, humans would only consist of retards.

then again, there are people who genuinely suffer from severe brain damage resulting from oxygen deficiency due to being stuck inside their mothers' womb for too long while she was in labour because they didn't like the bright light that was shining into the hole and funny noises coming from out there going "PUSH! PUSH!". this causes them to like taiwanese gaybands like f4, 5566 and energy. other side effects include TyPiNg LiKe ThIs. poor little things.

what the fuck?

how in the world did bush win? fucking stupid americans screwed themselves up again. and he won by 3.5 million votes. what the fuck.

and all this came after mr. osama bin laden conviniently sent out a video threatening to blow up a few more buildings just days before the elections. this caused stupid americans to believe that bush was superman in disguise and could protect them from their greatest enemy, whereas kerry the peace-loving hippie can do nothing to help them.

so i think
either a) the white house made the video by themselves and then said that it was authentic,
or b) mr. bin loves bush.

pssst. conspiracy. yeah, sure.


www.phobialist.com has a great big list of phobias, but there is not one about the fear of broken bones. and by broken i mean snapped into 2. not a stupid fracture. and guess what? i have a fear of that. and to make matters worse, while watching the english premier league highlights on tuesday, i saw fucking djibril cisse's shin snapping into 2. FUCK!

but it wasn't so bad then, because i thought it was just his shin pad protruding. but no! i read monday's papers yesterday (yes, i'm lagging), and saw a fucking picture of it. and his entire shin was bent back. AHHHH FUCK! i'm fucking cringing as i type this.

and you know what? the club had to send him for x-rays to confirm that the bone was broken. i mean, if your whole fucking shin was bent backwards, obviously the fucking bone is broken. or maybe cisse has special bendable bones.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

18 days more.

kerry

i'm surprised people are still voting for bush after all the shit he's done. hope the americans don't screw it up again.

great stupidity

sunday morning, i open the newspapers and what do i see? there was this stupid article about sylvester of singapore idol fame and his stupid little fan club.

so what in the world is so great about that fellow anyway? first of all, he has yellow hair. YELLOW! what the fuck is a chinese man doing with yellow hair? maybe he has some genetic disorder, and is going to be the michael jackson of singapore. little boys, watch out. however, he probably does not suffer from any disorder, except to his brain. hello? you're chinese, and yellow hair + yellow skin = FUCKING RETARDED.

then, there's his great singing. from what i've involuntarily seen from the commercials, he somehow has the talent to develop a fake accent when he sings. and he makes avril lavigne sound good, which in turn makes my maid's singing sound brilliant. but then, i can sing 20,000 times better than him.

now mr. sylvester's fans must be thinking i'm just talking a whole load of crap. but i'm not, unfortunately. give me a microphone and i'll sing. if my singing in the most unlikely situation does not match up to your great idol's, i will return you the microphone.

and the article featured one of his fans, with some kind of scrapbook about him. it's a SCRAPbook. worthless piece of shit. and his great fan spelt his name as sly. or perhaps she's just so cool, like all those fucktards that TyPe LiKe ThIs and spel lik tis. she's so cool that she can't spell his name right, since correct spelling is so totally uncool. but these are the girls that lurve boybands like f4 and 5566. then i would rather have them support a singaporean fuckhead than a bunch of taiwanese faggots. contribute to our economy, bitch.

actually it would be extremely nice if us singapore idol haters spam the phonelines of the worst singer of the lot and cause him/her to win. preferably someone who has NO fans at all. then when he/she wins and produces and album, no one would buy, since his/her singing sucks and he/she has no fans. then it would cause the damn record label to lose tons of money and sack the idol's sorry ass.