Walk Thoughts

I pity the one with the good-looking mate who must tolerate passerby stares.

I pity the one that has great power but no place or event to use it.

I pity the one who has been the best at one thing all their life, only to find somebody better.

I pity the one that must suffer for the happiness of others.

I pity the one that is misunderstood.

I pity the one that blindly conforms.

I love the one that thinks by their own judgement.

I love the one who is not afraid to reject.

I hate the blog program that has disallowed me to post the two posts I posted before.

Saw yet another black person today.
They seem to be all around Singapore lately. Meh.

But the guy I saw today was -special-. He had a white girlfriend. I don't know why, but seeing races being friends or more with other races never fails to make me all choked up (To a small degree.) It's just so... BEAUTIFUL. AJAGAJAGAKA It's just such a great thing to look at.

Started reading V for Vendetta - the comic. The comic the movie is based off. And from the start of this one and the last 'big comic' I read, Watchmen, I am now psychologically compelled to SHUN those that refer to comic books as a kids' thing. As a 'childish' thing. Go read the aforementioned books, you'll see what I'm talking about. Assuming little... things.
I've gotta get blogging more.

I'm compelled to.

"The exams are over".


Oh, and a funny thing about that...
Just a week after the exams ended, I experienced two days of unexplained depression, lethargy and sadness. Of course you could blame the haze and it's toxic toxicness, but I blame the fear of The Overall Grade. That thing is FREAKY.

And about the haze. I don't know whether to love it for its polo-training-preventing capabilities, or to hate it because of the eye-hurt it causes Van, and the blockage of my love for scenic views.

Oh, and I went for polo training today.
It's been... weeks. MONTHS EVEN.
And polo was, well, same old polo. which I shall summarize with the following:

Swim
Swim
Swim
Ball training
Game.


Nothing left to write now. I'll just hope this is interesting, hope more people than Van read this and hope that Van gets her 'daily dose' worth of my blog entries.

AND I HOPE THIS GETS PUBLISHED ON THE BLOG... LETS FIND OUT.. O_O

Boink.

I should really get back to blogging.


Yes.


I really should.

Too Bad

See those two words there in the title? Those two words are offensive, rude words.
BAD, BAD words. Terrifying words.
Words that should never enter the ears of another being.They haunt the very fabric of virtue. Thou shalt not waggle thy tongue to formeth them. Shunned is he who utters the phrase.

Jeez.

Anyways...
Brilliant plan!: As an attempt to gain less of a smartass appearance with a certain teacher of mine, I'll differ from my usual criticizing ways in class and let her teach without my horrible corrections - I'll be a good 'ol, obedient 'ol, quiet 'ol studious kid in her class. I'll pass the Interesting Student title to Van. We all win!

I love it when nobody 'gets' my plans. Of course, my motives won't be explained until they take place, which won't be anytime soon. Until then, BE CREATIVE. THINK.

Oh jea.

Highest for Bio.
2nd for Math.

... Oh yeah.
HOW D'YA LIKE ME NOW DEVAR?!/1!!/!1?!


Anyways, I've been feeding myself with Avatar episodes from Youtube recently. It's not healthy, heh.
Went with Van and our form teacher for this Singtel briefing on this...Moblog competition. For blogging. About anything, but knowing the judges, it's going to have to be all CIVIL... and good-citizen-ey... yuck.

"Blog for a Cause" is the theme. Who doesn't blog for a cause? I blog to relieve boredom and vent and give myself false hope that my thoughts are being read. I guess the only reason for bloging without a cause is... wait. No, there isn't a cause... so there isn't a reason. QED.
Gotta say that she (form teacher) was kind of.. childish there. Sleeping, complaining at certain habits of mine, being "Kay poh"... either she IS childish, or she was trying to be, for fitting-in's sake. No idea, but if she had something to say about it, it wouldn't be the latter (even if it was true... or not) .

Singtel makes great pens.
No, wait.
Singtel gives out great pens. Vietnam makes great pens.


Fun fact: There are eight "..."s in the above paragraph. This last one makes 9. Wee.


dotdotdot.

dot.

mrnmmrmn

Teenagers can be horrible things at their worst.

Note: This does not refer to a particular person, it refers to all of us. I say this so my dear friend Van doesn't get the wrong idea about what I type.

SAYING NO TO DRUGS IS COOL [lies!]

Okay, I've got a few things I've been meaning to put here.. one of them is the title of this entry.
On Friday, when I was going out to something, walking down the hill from our house, I saw in the distance... our neighbour. One of our newer neighbours, whom we seldom talk to, but still say "Hi" to(to be friendly).

Well, he was about 15m away from me, I could see him, he could see me, and according to the Law of The Universe, you only say Hi when you're close enough to see his ear detail (or something). So as we walked to each other NOT saying anything... we just tried looking away from each other... looking at each other awkwardly, until we were close enough to go "Hi!" and walk on.

I hate it when that happens. GARHASJSDF


Oh, and on the way home from school I saw, on a van windshield, a sticker with the words (and I kid you not,) "SAYING NO TO DRUGS IS COOL".
You know that's a lie. Drugs are cool. That's the running reason why people take them. You can't lie to us. And saying NO to drugs is NOT cool. "cool" isn't responded to with "BAWK, BAWK, CHICKEN IS IT?!"

Now, don't take me wrong, I don't take drugs. I HATE BODYKILLERS. And my protest is, drugs are cool, but taking them isn't very clever. The joy you get out of them is probably short-lived, and you just crave for more, and MORE, till you go crazynuts.
SAYING NO TO DRUGS MAY NOT BE COOL, but it sure has no regrets.

Oh, and here are pictures from yesterday, Van, Devar, Jeremy, Chun Feng, Joe and I went out to work on the horrible CME project (Which we have yet to complete, TODAY). I taught them the Joy of Wikipedia, which was a big part of our research. HA.
Oh, and I discovered HOW CHEAP THE STUFF AT BREADTALK IS. ONE DOLLAR. FOR EVERYTHING. ANYTHING. YESYESYES

Oh, Jeremy and I were pretty tired after that, but van was still all shiny and bouncy, and WASN'T SUPPOSED TO TAKE THIS PICTURE:














Anyways, most of them were pretty disgusted to learn that I hadn't showered before going out, heh.



One more thing:
Claire has been acting pretty... assy recently. I still blame MTV, especially that Sweet Sixteen show. Showing girls getting EEEVERYTHING THEY WANT. Spoilage. Spoilage.

Then she switches on to a little REAL LIFE, where you actually have to be good to get what you want, and expects us all to serve her.
I pity that. I just.. don't like it.

(I wonder if being a Nihilist has any use?)
(No, not really..)
(Has it?)

Small Observae-shunnnnnn

Noticed today in the mrt station that about 90% of the people walking around have one hand occupied with something. Be it holding a bag, newspapers, someone's hand, scratching their ass, the hand is never free. Only one hand does the swaying.

Also noticed that, for oral exams, or tests, the "Conversation" bit isn't really conversation. More of an... interview really. Teacher introduces topic, student gives opinions. Teacher asks question, student answers, et cetera.

Because I want to post it. I don't care if you won't get it.

Mr Chng was right.
I'll never doubt him again.


IT
This sucks because it's forced.
This sucks because will is challenged.
This sucks because it can't be told.
This sucks because lies must be told.
This sucks because the equality isn't.
This sucks because it has to suck.

*sigh*

Don't ask, and I tell nothing.
Ask, and I tell nothing.
Continue asking, and I tell nothing.

MRT tip #2.

MRT TIP 2

Say there are two seats in front of you. A person is in one of those seats. If you do not take the empty seat at first, do not take it even after the person has left. If you do, you will be forver thought of by the surrounding people as a jerk who won't sit with people. The situation will be worse if the person who left is of a different race. Then you would be the racist jerk who doesn't sit with [insert race here].

MRT tip #1.

MRT TIP 1
In the MRT, if you wish to fart in public, do NOT do it while standing still. Do it when walking past people. This way there are two outcomes:

1: People will suspect the person beside them, as you have already passed the people.

2: If the person knows it's you, at least you've walked away far enough to avoid embarassment.

ARGH. NO. NO. NOO. Just.. NO.

Here I am, broken hearted to realise that school reopens on MONDAY(?!) and not the END OF JUNE?

SHIT.
SHIT.

Pride of the Ones

I've been searching for the following things on Ebay, but if any of you have them, and don't want them anymore, FEEL FREE TO SEND EM OVER:

=Lego blocks. As many as possible.

=Silly putty (that stuff that comes in a plastic egg, kinda like dough.)

=Prismacolour markers. *drool* (Doubt anyone has these. Besides, they're too AWESOME to give away.)

In other news.
Inform the presses! I've found another Friendster trend:
More and more users are using the term 'Single and proud of it!' in their profiles..

Methinks.. no, meknows this is a clever ploy for other people to consider them. Cause nobody admits they're single, PUBLICLY, for nothing. Especially with a long line of photos of your face looking up at the camera with sparkling eyes and pursed lips. Jeez.

PS: I'm single, and proud of it.
call me.

I don't speak that dialect.

To the person who directed the commercial with the following sentence:

There's one language we all speak.
Football.

CURL UP AND DI-
I mean...

.. I don't like you.
Stereotyping piece of poopoo.
On that note, WHY DOES ALMOST EVERYONE SEEM TO LIKE FOOTBALL SO MUCH. ARGH.
Leave comments. I need a good answer.


Now, for Part 2 of this magically happy entry.

I've gone through the Friendster list, and noticed that half of the 'Friend's on it are people I barely talk to. Sure, I've seen a few at school, subtle glances while walking past each other, but that would be the highest form of contact I have with these people.

Most of them add me. I really can't brag about this, because I can't add who I don't know. Now, when I look at the same peoples' profiles, they have about over 300 friends, 100 at minimum. This scares me. This means people are going around Friendster adding and ADDING people for no reason... yeesh.
This also drives me even further to my 'theory' that people only use Friendster for seeing peoples' pictures. Sneaky little weasels.

Part 3:
I would fill this bit in with my dreams of last night and the night before, but certain people I know read this blog, and it's just too embarassing (The corny kind.) to let em out. So ha.
So all you get is this wonderful video, which is definitely compensation enough if you ask me:

Going for an English.

READ BEFORE WATCHING:
For those who don't get it..
In Britain, English people usually go to Indian restaurants (I hate the way that word is spelt) on Friday nights, and call it 'Going for an Indian'. This is the Indian version.

Part 4, because I keep coming up with stuff to add:

I've noticed a trend going 'round Messenger, where people (usually girls) have scary, fear-striking nicnames like "SHUT UP ALL OF YOU, LEAVE MI LIFE ALONE :'("
but when you start talking to them:

"Hi."
"hi"
"What's with the nicname?"
"nth la lol"

There are names with a suicidal gist too, like "nobody luvs mi, sumtimes gonna feel lik killing myslf"
But they still speak chirpy and sunshine-filled on conversations.

.. Creepy.

Pondering.

I was wondering why every country in the world (except maybe China) uses the same 'year system' as Christians do? The whole B.C and A.D thing. Not all religions have Christ in them, so why does everyone judge the current year from each year counting from AD?
Pondering, pondering..

and why don't more people use solar panels? UNLIMITED ENERGY, MAN. FEWER ELECTRICITY BILLS.

Just a few thoughts.

PS: I miss playing with silly putty. I wonder if anyone sells it any more..

Ouch.

Cycled to Sentosa with my dad and Claire yesterday. Used my elder sis' (Vic) bike cause mine was getting too small for me, proven by my knees touching the handlebars.

Does anyone else think that bicycle seats are too... thin? Who designed these things?
Anyways, because of the very uncomfortable bike seat, I woke up this morning with a very painfully aching 'rear-end'.


Man this hurts.
Ow.

The Pleasure of Sucking.

I just can't help but laugh at the Chupa-Chups' slogan that appears, ON TV, everyday:

"Chupa Chups, the pleasure of sucking"

AHAAHAHAAAHAHAA

Oh wait, there's more on their site:

"Sucking is good for you! Find out why!"

AHAHA, I am SO finding out.

"1: IT'S natural
2: IT STIMULATES your immune system
3: IT MAKES YOU feel good!
4: IT STOPS those bad habits!"

AHAHA. LETS ALL GO SUCK ON THINGS MORE. IT MAKES ME FEEL GOOD!
AHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAHAHAAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAAHAHA

Short message to the Annoying.

MY LAST NAME IS NOT B__N.
It is M___l.
B__N IS HALF OF MY MIDDLE NAME.
A________ B___ S____ M_____.

B___ S____ IS AN ENGLISH INTERPRETATION OF MY MANDARIN NAME, 'W__ X____'.

My last name is M_____.
M_____.

Got it?

GOT IT SHAUN?!

Another thing, I don't have a list of people whose blogs I know of... BECAUSE I can't work the html.

[July,2,2009 - cens0rzed!]

Post fuzzy time.

Today my fuzzhead was revealed to the world. At polo training.
Not much, but they like it. :D
Surprisingly, I didn't get any

"OH MY GOD"

"YOU STUPID IDIOT, AHAHAHAHAA"

"YOU, AHAHAHAHA... AHAHAHAAHAHAHA YOU LOOK LIKE A COCONU-"

Yep, I didn't get any of that. Lucky me. Yay!
(PS: To that guy-playing-football-with-trunks-and-SHOES-on, you looked... REALLY gay. No offense.)

After polo I went out with Van, Nat and DEVAR.
I can't believe I didn't foresee Van calling the new haircut 'CEEEUUUUTE' tho. That was a shocker. She even shouted it at first sight!
Oh, and she is, as of my counting, the second person to rub my fuzzy head. First is me.
So Devar didn't know it, but he looked very.. very VERY corny. Hip-hop corny.
He had pants pulled down so far you could fit a balloon between his crotch and his pants-crotch.

(Sorry Devar, I know you don't wear that kinda underwear.)
Chains on his wrist, hair styled to the maximum, eyes squinted, head cocked up, and to top it all off, the subtle rubbing of his... DAMN EVER-GROWING GOATEE. You dick, you.
(PS: Hair growth post-mortem DOES NOT EXIST, DEVAR.)

We had fun popping bubble tea bubbles from the straws. Van and Devar were kinda disgusted-looking tho. Damn their mock-maturity. You know that shit is fun.

Fuzzy.

I just went to get my baldy haircut. It feels... fuzzy.

So I walked to the barber, in the hot sun, causing the back of my neck to go all itchy for no reason. What kept me going was the fuel of having that ever-wanted-by-myself buzzcut.

When I got there I explained the cut right away, "everywhere, same length. No, not just hair on top and nothing on the sides. Everywhere, same length."This barber has been cutting my hair for years, and keeps saying stuff like "You can do really nice stuff with your hair", and so on. I guess he wasn't too happy about doing a fuzzy, short, short, SHORT CUT on me. So he gets out the buzzer, puts the little comb on it, and mows it off... except for the fringe. The fringe he cuts short with a comb and scissors.

So when he's done with the fringe, I tell him I 'don't want a fringe'.
He holds my head and pushes up my fringe with his hand and goes "That's what you want? It might look quite ugly ahh..hh..."
I look at him and go 'Yep!'.
He stares at me and dark, billowing clouds of rain form above his shiny head. He doesn't like this. But he does it anyway.

So he's done with everything, my hair is really short, comprende for him, and I go 'Uh, just a biiit shorter.'

He stares at me with a facial expression that can be described as "WHAT THE HELL. YOUR HAIR WAS NICE AND YOU WANT IT SHORTER?!1!11!!"

He does it quick. I pay 'im, and get outtathere, beaming and brushing my head. Weeee!
Fun fact: hair grows at a speed of 0.44mm per day. If I let my hair grow during the holidays, I should get just 1.32 more centimetres of hair. Yay!

AHAHAHAHA I LOVE MY HAIR:
HAIR BENEFITS:

I get lesser dandruff.
I know what the shape of my head actually looks like now.
I DON'T HAVE A HUGE PUFFY COWLICK. WOO.
Don't need to go to the barber for months.
Hats are easier to wear.
Blows of wind are easier to feel.
The skin on my head won't be pale-white all the time.

:D

(Gosh, I wonder what my sister's gonna say when she comes back from camp today..)

Yaaaaawn.

We had our school's annual cross country thing today. They changed the location because its our school's 100th year, and 'Time for a change'.
AT LEAST MAKE IT SOMEWHERE A BIT CLOSER TO HOME, EH?
The place was so far away we almost got lost. And it even took as a few minutes to find everyone, WHEN WE WERE IN THE AREA. Jeez. They coulda provided a map or something. Rr.

The event was pretty fun.
I was getting all hyped to go run, stretching and all, when - OMG - my form teacher asked me to go join the group of people going for the 'Funwalk'.

This is basically walking around dressed up in self-made costumes relating to our class' chosen theme (Ours: Tribal Warriors. Oo-gashaka oo-gashaka. XD)
Still, I've learned not to argue with my form teacher, and I figured I would run later anyways (WHICH I DIDN'T.>:|), so I went.
It wasn't too bad, involved sitting in the sun alot before we actually WALKED, but we got to play with the spears, which was pretty fun.
The big surprise I got was when our class got first prize. First prize. I still don't know what the prize was though. Rumors say money.

I've got a few stuff to blog about (From like, two weeks ago. Stuff from school and the new year.) next time, but I'm too tired now.