God Bless The USA

Special exam-season blogger Williew jacking in ~ hey batter batter hey batter batter swing ~ nevermind my random spouting of words. Though if you are media literate you may feel familiar with that line ... Anyway, despite this post's title, I DO NOT believe in any religion's god whatsoever. And I never will. Screw the fact that Mr Willie has a religion. That part of him I won't idolize. Plus, from the looks of it he doesn't seem to really care about it either ... hopefully.

I have a strange affinity with convenience stores. I have always thought they have quite a lukewarm vibe about them. I've seriously dreamed of working in convenience stores before ... and although I am now, it ain't as kewl as any 7-11 outlet ... I am working part-time in only a common sundry store. It's to save money to rent an apartment flat for William and me to use as our writing studio. My night shift is at a local pub though. Given the lax requirements, I netted myself position as waiter easily. To my relief, I am yet to experience any barfights. Also, my father finally started giving us money ... so, yeah, I only need to focus on getting my hands on a cheap flat. Maybe it's just me, but we're getting kind of off-topic. Now, let me just tell you that I love 7-11. 7-11 FTW. Currently my fav outlet is the not-so-new one at Premier 101. If you ask me, the location is pretty strategic as that area also houses Taiwan Cake Store (for food) and Sweet Memory (stationeries) ... ideal for students on the go. Not to mention there's always Slurpee to enjoy ... oh yes, I am a slurpeeholic alrighty. The sensation is just pure win, flawless to cool down ... and the enjoyment is far from detrimental even if it's a super heavy storm ... instead I will love it more. I live by wet weather. As I said before, I really like water, so the more it rains, the more revitalized I feel. Gaming during a rain is just great. My fav cashier is Paul(onio) of the same 7-11 outlet. He's very nice! He can even help you to fill up your Slurpee cup! And if he thinks your cup isn't full, HE will be unsatisfied instead and demands you to add more. People who aren't money-hungry are just rare these days. Also, some cashiers doesn't offer the Slurpeeholic redemption card or doesn't ask for it from you, while he does. These days I don't see him much. Maybe he got promoted (which is hardly surprising) or transferred to another branch. Anyhow, the Stutong Baru branch is just one I can't help but diss. Their Slurpee machine had been broken for over half of 2008, and yet they made no effort to repair it. As to add insult to injury, sometimes their A/C is broken. Oh yay. Oh oh, one more thing: the coffee shop beside it is so dirty and unhygienic, I really hate having to go there.

I'm typing about swimming after taking quite a hiatus from it. Okay, maybe not so. Last week's class was a disaster. Like, kraka-boom, and I dropped dead. So we started immediately with intensive swimming without warming up first ... which was tough for me ... I pretty much ran out of breath more than once. Next up was roping. Dawn and Mr Alex's son (the name is quite obscure, so I wouldn't type since I'm not sure what it is) were having their first experience with roping ... and that time was not enjoyable for me. When it usually is. I mean the second half of the tutorial, where we used a broomstick in place of the rope. We tried it our on the tiled part side which was awfully slippery given the flowing water, and it hurt when we were moving back while pulling Karen in. I hurt my left index finger. Thankfully it wasn't a cut. So yeah, we pretty much took 
quite brutal punishment then. Well, as one of my Birth Arcanas denote (Temperance), I have high endurance so it didn't really matter ... much. Later we did cross-arming. Like Dawn, I got myself in a horrifying sexually-suggestive scenario. Ugh, I really hated that moment. And the person on my back was like ... breathing so heavily just like those sexually-fueled gasping and moaning sounds. Sick, that's just plain sick. 
Well, after the trio (Karen, Kevin, Dawn) flew off to who-knows-where, that's when I start having a miserable time. I won't elaborate. It's so embarassing
and has hints of bullying activity which may attract controversy. Although yeah, I must say, I got pretty hurt when one of the substitute instructors started being obnoxious with me. T_T But no worries ... I didn't cry. Sticks and stones may hurt me but it isn't so for words. I believe I am physically the weakest boy in my class, but at the same time I also firmly believe as well, that my willpower is downright the most solid there is. What I lack physically, I make it up mentally.

My final version of Daddy (Mr Willie) was done as well, and I passed it up. Yay. The good thing is, Kemi(Cammy)-sensei was baffled as to what WLYY means. I didn't lie (what did you expect), however I just said it's someone's initials. That's true in a way, or maybe I was just being obnoxious. James-kun read it, and said it was really meaningful, so he's going to post it up in his blog after the exams. Heh, much thanks. I need to think of how to repay him. Speaking about James, he and I have also promised each other an extensive diet & exercise program in the upcoming winter/year-end hols. I need to lose lots of weight, seriously, if I even think of becoming like my idol 
(Mr Willie). Well, that means less time on bed and more off it. Yeah, I'm on bed doing hardcore wanking and playing with sex toys. That must have been what readers'd expect. Sigh ... I sit on my bed when I am gaming, dammit. My mother calls me a pregnant lady during the holidays since I am pretty much just relaxing in the bedroom without doing anything. I need some untanning substance as well ... my idol has snow-white skin ... my arms are severely tanned ... right, that was a hyperbole. Also using Mr Willie as a role model, I gotta get rid of my pimples. Ack. I'm not particularly fond of facial treatment. Hurts. Ow. Kapow. Sharon suggested using masks. Perhaps. Just perhaps, I may try. Really helps having a supportive friend.

I'm actually just back from tuition. Science. The teacher is a scammer. For some reason, he managed to swipe off my signatures for the past two months, making it seems as if I didn't pay my fees. Geez man, this is the second time it happened. Since he doesn't issue receipts, I cannot argue either. He sure teaches informatively and with speed, way beyond Jade-sensei, however his greediness makes me digress on who's relatively better. Jade-sensei, duh, anyhow she IS the spouse of my super fabulous idol, so, uh, she must be made of just as much win.

Twilight. Twilight. Twilight. Argh, a bunch of my classmates are drooling over the Twilight series. Somehow I regret buying Twilight in the first place. Then maybe this craziness wouldn't exist in the first place.

Am yet to start studying for exams. Same with Sharon. Carefreeness FTW. Last minute drive is all we can do. 
Hopefully I can reclaim my position from Jessy. Hopefully when I enter my senior years I don't get into a class with the smarties. If that happens, to be of some value towards Daddy is bleak; the possibility. *sigh* My Emperor, my Star, my Sun, why are you so hard to grab hold of?