Bloodthirsty Majesty <> Negative Happy Chainsaw Edge

Finally, my keyboard is fixed. 

Last week I watched Pandorum with humans (too lazy to type out names). It wasn't bad, but the whole plot was so predictable from start till end. These days we have too many delusional characters in the showbiz. James was so scared but in the end he called the movie a fail. Oh well. I managed to get myself two black pants for the KL trip to, so coupled with my sole pair at home, that makes 3 pairs of trousers for me.

Everyday was gaming day. Wake up, game, badminton, multiplayer game, sleep, rinse and repeat. I couldn't blog or write or whatever since my keyboard was being defective. I played lots of Mana Khemia 2 (finished Ulrika's story, working on Raze's). I love that scene in Chapter 1 of Raze's story.

Et: "Did you just touch my boobs!?"
Raze: "Oh, sorry."
Lily: "You touched her boobs!? Raze if you like big boobs that much then why don't you go work for her!?"

The scene is somewhere in the middle (around 4:09?), but just watch it through, especially the scene in front with Ulrika's team, which is made of win. I cried in her playthrough when Pepperoni sacrificed himself to allow Ulrika and Raze to escape from Reicher. But yeah, he lives. He isn't Aeris. Eugene said that wasn't a cry-worthy scene. Ugh, but whatever. After I finished Ulrika's story I felt very empty inside since Raze's team isn't as awesome ... In Ulrika's team, every crew member was funny, especially the Pepperoni and Goto pairing. Chloe's creepiness (which rubbed off on me). Enna being bullied all the time.

Ulrika: "But without your machine, you're useless"
Chloe: "Incompetent"
Pepperoni: "Worthless"
Goto: "Disabled"
Enna: "Stop saying anything you want!"

While playing Raze's story I suddenly stopped and resumed playing Namco X Capcom instead. KOS - MOS ftw. Around 6 pm I always play street badminton if the weather permits, then later around 8 Mynci will come over. Our routine usually starts with Obscure: The Aftermath (we stopped playing like June last year). We finally finished the game last night. Well, it wasn't the first game that I finished co-op. Once I finished The Ocean Hunter in the Hock Lee arcade with a random Malay guy. After our daily dose of Obscure we would either be playing Melty Blood: Actress Again (I like using Nrvnqsr Chaos ... not a typo it's a name) or Soul Calibur 3. I suppose after my return from KL we would be working on finishing the first Obscure.

Anyways, today we went to SMK Padawan on a seemingly fun trip at first. However, the trip was so freaking hot! You will see another article on the trip (also by me) in next year's school magazine, but it will be much much brighter and cheerier than this post. Well, it is a school magazine. You can't expect me to reveal my true self. He ... hehehehe .... heh. 

Btw, it's my birthday today! Um ... yeah, it's so boring and nightmarish. But spare that part for later. The trip was an agonizingly long road trip, and unlike the movie College Road Trip that we watched last year in class, there is neither any 'lol' or 'roflcopter' or 'lmao' moments. I didn't bring my DS or my phone so I hoped that the scenery would save me from boredom. Too bad, it was sucky. Even after we went past civilization into the dark green nature, it was so ugly. The non-civilization part was seriously a winding road that I thought would probably never end. There were ups and downs, twists and turns. We even screamed to make it funner. But it didn't help much. Oh yeah, I forgot. While we were still in Tabuan Jaya, a frog leaped into the bus and urinated on the window. Then Ms Vivien grabbed it and flung it out instantly. Whoa. I was sitting with Jordan (Siaw), and in the non-civilization part I was like, "I wonder if our bus will ever crash down the mountains ... hmm, hmmhmm, hmhmhm."

Well, we finally reached the beautiful school and I made my move. I trampled on the grass, poured mild poison into the pond and released a cobra into the grass. We went into their library which was like really colorful and bad for my health. The few opening speeches and annoying braggy Powerpoint presentation urged me to fall asleep and I snored the whole way through. Their principal called Ms Vivien as Ms Amy and then later he said, "I've known her for a long time." If he's our principal, we're in deep doo-doo. So I took out my personal voodoo doll out of my slingbag and started playing with it. Then we walked over to their mess hall where their stage was also located. The way there was roofed a bit too low so I muttered a few curses on whoever built those mini-roofings. 

We had our ice-breakers next. There were two sessions, the first one was kinda boring, so I will skip to the part when Dawn, Nadia and Fira left the group. I took out the latest Cola Mentos and said, "Would you like some Mentos? It's a new flavor - Fermented Squid." They said, "Really?" which I responded with, "No not really."

Then there were Chik's dances which were our  pride and joy. Such vibrant dancing was not good for my poor health so I didn't bother joining in. I did my own sacrificial dance at the back. We went touring next. The students lived in dark dorms. It's perfect since you can hang yourself on the railing outside. The principal seemed seriously insistant on forcefeeding us with the idea that "we live nice comfortable lives compared to them and should papreciate what we have" which I considered repulsive since he talked without knowing anything. I live in a-not-THAT-rural place myself and I come from a dysfunctional family to boot. I call that principal Jerktown #2. Sharon's #1. Then there was this long road to hel- ... I mean the front gate. A truck passed by and it nearly turned some of our school's girls into roadkill. Tch, I seriously wanted some corpses for us to bring back.

We visitted their herb garden after that. The bridge there was infested with red ants. I was so irritated that I grabbed one of them and cut it into three parts - head, thorax, abdomen. Tasty. I recommend red ant platters with a combination of ketchup and mustard. In their herb garden, they grow poisonous plants like cassava. They also have a secret stash of apples in their hidden greenhouse (I blackmailed the principal to tell me this). They extract cyanogenic glycocides from the seeds which can be fatal. They also grow Angel's Trumpets. Our school's prefectorial board should also implement that system. Useless students should have their food mixed with self-grown poison (non-lethal) to teach them a lesson. Hm, hmhmhmhm. *ba-bump* *ba-bump* I would get orgasms just watching them writhe and convulse in pain ... *huff* *huff* My, my face is getting all red! While on the road, we suggested that we all do a jump photo ... and fall to our deaths. Everyone wisely ignored the suggestion. Luqman asked me to hold his bags for him. "For every one minute you make me hold this, one extra curse will be placed on you ..."

Then we had lunch. The food looked horrible so I switched it out with my Mystery Food XXX, along with a voodoo brownie, intestine cookie, and others. No, I actually finished my food (except the fish) unlike most of our people. Anyways we went home later. Super boring. Chik made friends with a guy named Bluetooth. Before we left, he shook my hand. "Hai, saya Wilson. Saya seorang iblis. Saudara akan dikutuk setelah memegang tangan saya :)" Then Yi Yong explained to him that it's my birthday. "I am most negative during my birthday :)" During the journey home, Jordan was already seated with Chung Han so I sat alone at a hot, steamy seat. I fell asleep and knocked my head silly on the window as the bus shakes (many times).

You can read the real report next year. It's dull and boring, but whatever. ANYWAYSSSSSSSSS ................................................................... I hate my father.

F4RkTH3r: Are you effin' home yet!?
Mom: Nearly.
F4RkTH3r: BICH3! Look at the taim!
Mom: Wilson went home at 3 something!

(The above conversation was translated directly from Hakka by aspiring master linguist Williew)

What a bitch! LGI has NEVER EVER explicitly said the word bitch, or any other swear word. At most I use bish, biche or bee. My father just goes around calling my mom a biche for everything wrong in his eyes. I don't even consider him my father, but if I don't say it, no one would understand who I'm talking about. So from now on we should call him Rubbitch. He's pure rubbish, and he's a bitch. He's also a son of a bitch. Sow ~ lee, Rubbitch, but you belong in the ditch. Trust me. So since we were in the car when Rubbitch called, I purposely said lotsa stuff in front of my gossipy driver so he would spread all across town. Among the stuff I said:

"I never considered him my father, not once. If law never existed, I'd run him over with a car, reverse, rinse and repeat till he's all creamy and sweet. Then I'd walk away all guiltless and free like I just won the Nobel Prize for World Peace."

"When he dies, I won't go visit his rag doll body for all I care. All his 'friends' would be there for him anyways. I mean, he easily spends thousands of bills on them and he won't even pay my mom for bringing my sis and I to eat at Sushi King. Wth."

Oh, btw, I did ever call Rubbitch a dog once directly, and in return he killed my poor floor fan. He smashed it aside and I picked up its few bits and pieces. The fan was more humane than Rubbitch is. It protected me. I also told him that I will report to the police once, he threw a chair at me, which hit a table and broke it. Crazy. Once Mynci was gaming with me, my mother opened the fridge door a bit too loudly and he chased her all the way into our room and kicked open a hole in the door. Wtf.

People today ask me what I want. The one and only thing on my wishlist is a normal family. Well, my family is pretty much normal already, just kick out Rubbitch. Go die or something, old fart? I don't believe in god. Or karma. Otherwise Rubbitch would have been long in the dumpster ... no need burying/cremating him. It's not like I'd ever visit his resting place anyways.

Of course ... you guys can always get me a Shibuya Nobody (that's like 1, 000, 000 Gold +) on Gaia Online or a PS3 irl. Ask Chik and Sharon what GO is. I'm lazy. I went to my 'birthday dinner' just now, which was uber tense and I just wanted to scram ASAP. He didn't have to bring me out if he doesn't want to. Rubbitch.

... I love reading Deadman Wonderland and Sket Dance.

Ekozu

This is my first time blogging outside Malaysia! I'm sorry I wasn't able to update the past two days ... I was just having way too much fun! It's an awesome thing that my father isn't here, however he kept phoning my mother and pestering us, since Friday morning even before I departed. On the way to Kuching International Airport, he was shouting in the car over and over concerning stupid things as if we are all toddlers. For your information, I do not mind worrywarts. But I hate extreme worrywarts who go beyond the boundaries of worrying, into scolding instead. While in airports, he kept calling my mother as if she is as free as him when he goes travelling alone to find hookers. She has to take care of three of us (my sister, my maid and me), unlike him who can just relax and drool at women in airports. I'll go back to this topic in a later post.

Awhmaigawd last night I went to the Taman Anggrek (literally, "Orchid Garden") Mall where I bought more than 20 tankobons, at the very least, and they're worth RM 135 (minimum) back in Malaysia. My favorite bookstore chain in Jakarta, Gramedia, never fails to disappoint. Just let me tell you the one most pivotal thing to me in bookstores: tankobons come in complete sets, right from the first volume to the latest one available. Well, shopping for books wasn't the only thing I did last night, but whatever. The main point I want to convey is that given the number of manga and games at hand (added with the urge to shop till I drop and sightsee), I doubt I'll have enough enough time to bother about my blog much. At least, I'm finally free from the pressure that I have always felt since I started blogging - the pressure that I have to update regularly. So, um, just check back, like, um, once every 2 days? Until I'm finally on Malaysian grounds, that is on the 12th of December. For non-gaming readers, be well-assured that your salvation has finally arrived. My father has officially stated that video games are banned next year, since the absolutely unimportant PMR will be taking place. It is also annoying in the sense that it forces teachers and students to overwork themselves. 1 good example is the girls' Home Economy subject teacher, Ms Diana, who gives extra classes without bonus salary. At least, that's what I think, and I can't ascertain my personal opinions 100%. Anyways, that means that I won't be posting so much about games. However, I will not stop myself from updating myself with gaming news, of course.

This is the end of this ... fairly short update, I suppose.

Light Crossing Boder

This post will have separate emotions! So which one should I kick off with, the less serious stuff or the serious stuff? Hmm, personally, I'd go with the less serious stuff ... so let's start with that.

Yes, Jordan, Monster Lab is interestingly fun. I like the Tim Burton-esque overall design, and though the game tried to be corny, I actually didn't take it as lame. Monster Lab is an simulation/RPG/board game hybrid, and I can't say I don't love it. It's not truly addictive, however I find myself drawn to it. Basically, you collect ingredients (which are basically random materials) to create body parts, then assemble them up as you like to create a monster. Depending on the ingredients you use, the resulting product may be defective or enhanced with a special effect. Then you bring your monster to other places/dungeons where you move your monster in a board game-like fashion. By coming into contact with renegade monsters you can engage combat, and by finding things called Resource Locators you can commence a Challenge - a mini-game or sorts that can net you valuable ingredients should you succeed. Battles are simplistic, and sometimes too easy it may feel repetitive. Like in the PSX ARPG Vagrant Story, different attacks attack different body parts of the enemy. The main thing you must disable is the enemy's torso, but feel free to decapitate other parts to decrease the opponent's firepower. I currently have 2 monsters in hand, Sloth and Envy. I once had a Wrath, but I 
discarded it since it has too low an energy capacity. Yes, I name my monsters after the 7 Great Sins, and I'll make sure Pride is godlike. Sloth and Envy has different statistics - the former focuses on defense and capacity, while the latter has higher speed and health. They are equal in strength though. Graphics are just fine, while in terms of sound, I guess the developer, Eidos Interactive, did their best. However, I do not like Dr Fuseless' voice acting. Ugh. In terms of replayability, I guess you may want to replay with different monsters in your arsenal, but there's pretty much no bonuses. I'll give the game 3/5.

Edbert, Chilli and I were playing on MSN Messenger! We were continuously disconnecting then reconnecting with usernames like Your Father, Your Mother et cetera. I sparked the whole thing when I saw how Edbert put his username as 'has just signed in' ... then I tried to have fun with the names. Sadly Edbert had to stop since he got scolded for doing so ... poor thing. The chain effect was funny, but I did expect more people to join in, despite the whole thing being fairly lame. Talking about Chilli, I have a personal message for him and hopefully he reads this: You were attacked by Dr Salvador (the chainsaw guy) while in the Village right? I found a way to miss him entirely. From my research, it turns out that Dr Salvador will appear if you take the Shotgun from the two-storey house. However, this afternoon I took the Shotgun after the villagers retreated (after 
the church bell rang) and Dr Salvador didn't appear. Also, hopefully you have rescued the dog at the start of the game (before the Village) as it will help you out in a later boss fight (VS El Gigante). Damn, I am addicted to Resident Evil 4. Wait, since when is RE not addictive? Since new RPGs are scarce, I'm alternating to other genres for the time being, and you seriously have to love survival horror games.

Let's go on to the serious part now as there's only roughly 20 minutes till 11. I don't want others to think that I'm obsessedly trying to take up my idol as an adoptive father. So, I tried giving my father chances. Last night, I was about to take my bath when my mother insisted that she takes faster baths. So since I've shutted down my computer and I wouldn't want to be gaming for only 20 - 25 minutes, I grabbed my deck of Uno H2O (it's a limited waterproof edition with two special cards ... Wild Downpour & Wild Downpour +2 ... now you see that I go for anything water-themed?) and tried getting my maid to play with me, since it didn't seem like she's doing anything besides staring at the TV. I was in the middle of consecutively asking her when my father shouted, "Shut up, motherf***er!" in Hakka. Before that I actually asked him first to play with me but he preferred chatting with another woman instead of playing with me. Just now I was bored while waiting for my 7 p.m. soap opera to commence after a street badminton match (my shirt was drenched in perspiration), then I spotted my sister with my father on the wooden couch in the living room. So I thought that since my sister is there, maybe my father would stay to play? Instead, when I arrived, he immediately left to his computer for online gambling. I tried teaching my sis who's ailed with down syndrome how to play (it's pretty simple, Uno), but I failed. Last night since there wasn't anyone to play with and my sis was asleep, I resorted to playing against myself. Yeah, I know, it was a pathetic sight and my father still scoffed at me for doing so. Last night before I went to sleep, I just realized one thing after thinking thoroughly. Throughout my life, my father has provided me with the basic needs and minor wants, however, he has never played with me before. Yes, it struck me so deeply. I was like, "My father ... never played with me before? Not once?" the whole night. The thought was still lulling in my mind this morning. Then this afternoon I was standing in front of the fridge, tranced in thought. My father came along and strongly shoved me aside. I do not know whether I should keep letting him take advantage of me giving him chances. I once felt heartless to think badly about my own biological father. But now I think I'm going back on that opinion. I seriously ever felt stupid to think of Mr Willie as a father. But, uh, now, I dunno. I'm aghast. I play games, since you can play them alone. At times I may call my badminton mate over. I never feel bored during the holidays, but at the same time, I feel lonely. I don't have a brother or sister to talk to or play with. I know I ain't the only one 
with a sibling who's afflicted by down syndrome. However others have their parents to fill in the empty slot siblings should occupy. I am never bored in the holidays. Never. I talk to in-game characters without response. I have inner monologues all the time. I can always talk with the other Wilson. But somehow, it's lonely. It's so cold and chilly, my world. My father only has time for his work, his friends and women. He just finances my education so I can support him when he's old. He just uses my mother as a tool. He sometimes come back from travelling with gifts. But that's just it. All he ever shows us is money. I don't think I've ever felt anything else. I know I wouldn't be blogging here if he never existed, however I can't bring myself to feel the least bit of love for him as children should. I don't know. I don't like the mere sight of him, ever. He has never smiled before (serious). Even when others take his picture, he can only show a mean frown. I love my THINGS more than him. I love my games. I love my books. I love my computer. It's his money, of course. Other people feel indebted to their parents. I try to, but it's tough. I do feel indebted to my mother, nevertheless. There's never a family time with my father. If he brings us travelling, he goes off doing his own stuff, e. g. gambling in Genting. I want to play games with my father. I want to watch TV with my father. You can't imagine how many things I want to do with my father. I do so dream to have my own happy family. However, things would never be the same. At that time, the father is ME. Conclusion: I am fated to never really feel the presence of a father or his love. So what if I can provide my future family with love? In the end, there's still this emptiness in me. I can't just patch it up and forget it. I could possibly be jealous of my own children later. In my house, the system has always been like this: my father's the owner of the house, and everyone else are just tenants. We do our own things.  He got me my PS2. He got me my computer. He got me my crappy laptop. He got me my iPhone. He got me my bookshelves. I feel happy with the things, but I needed to strain myself to feel grateful. I know I sound like the bad guy here. But I guess that's just how it always is between my father and me. Just material attempts of bonding. Maybe I will miss him when he dies. A lot. But I don't think I will cry. He's him. 
I'm me. Always. I'll just miss the presence of him. I never mentioned my potential emotion. 
My childhood. Is desolate.

I'm not really sleepy but I don't want to feel tired when I wake up tomorrow. Goodbye. And yes, it's past 11. I'm not so quick a typist I can type all that under 20 minutes. Currently, my father is into yet another blast of verbal abuse.

Jenny, You're Barely Alive

Last night I initially intended to update, however since today is the last day of school for the year 2008, I needed to finish both Jocelyn's and Kyc's DVDs last night so that I can return them today. The DVDs are Money No Enough and Money No Enough II respectively. I ain't exactly sure which one's better. There was an obscenely happy moment for me (learned to apply 'obscenely' on 'happy' from Dawn) in the latter movie though. It was when Stella, the bitchy bitch, flew out of a car and slammed into the asphalt. That was like, the most effin' awesome thing to happen in the entire movie! I was so sick of her, I wished I was in the set so I could've just slapped her or something. I tried to cry, but oops, I failed to do so for both movies. Not bad, I'd rate both 3.5/5. I want to watch High School Musical 3: Senior Year and Quantum of Solace. If possible, I would like to watch the Thai flick, The Coffin as well but I think it would no longer be in the local cinemas, since it's quite old now. I also wish I can watch The Amazing Race 13 while in Jakarta later in the holidays since I'll be there for like, 2 weeks and I'm not even sure if TAR is broadcasted in Indonesian channels. Anyways, I hope karma will take its toll on Nick & Starr soon enough ... but from the looks of the current situation it seems that getting into the Final 3 is nothing for them. My prediction is that the Final 3 will consist of Ken & Tina, Toni & Dallas and Nick & Starr. Hopefully Terence & 
Sarah loses to the Greene team (K&T). Dandrew is hopeless to be in the last two episodes IMO. And even if they DO get into the Final 3, I doubt they would've won.

So, uh, the school year for 2008 finally ended? Whee - hopefully next year will be faster ... wait, it WILL be, since IIRC it's only till September, right? Man, I seriously can't wait for 10th grade! But if my BM teacher isn't him then I guess things will be as normal as usual. Aside from the new classmates, that is. I seriously wish that I don't get into the same class with Mr Genius ... he'll just overshadow everyone else effortlessly. Hmm, do teachers only prefer the smartest people? 
I'm not very sure about this but it seems like the mode. Will teachers not alienate you if you are dumb but have a nice personality? Hopefully. As I said, I ain't too sure, because in the eyes of the average adult these days, academics is the only factor to scale a teen. Anyways, the holidays finally arrived. This is my schedule:
Early morning - Morning jog
Afternoon - Gaming
Evening - Badminton
Night - Blogging and writing my book
Rules for myself:
- Sleep at 11
- No eating between meals
- Absolutely no junk food
- No bread, Kyc said bread contains the most carbs
- The jog must be circling the housing district (2 km) 8 times at the very least.
- Indoor badminton only when it's raining
Yes, I've prepared a special program for myself - the SNANTI program. Hopefully I can obey my own rules. I think the schedule will be broken when I go to Kuching or Jakarta though.

This year has been very fun. Minus the part when Phil beat me. And also the majority of swimming classes I've had. I like 2A. We aren't as united as 2C (I know there's plenty of hate-hate going on in my class silently). We aren't as elite as 2D 
(though I think of ourselves as elite). We aren't as ... 2B-ish as 2B. I think I've grown a lot. Yes, a lot. This is also the year when I started idolizing Mr Willie. I must give the credits to my father though, he abandoned my family during the period of April till August. Thanks, father! This is the first time I've ever thanked you, so you better appreciate it. This year, I've uncovered much more social links, 
like Kevin, Narancia, William, Eugene, Jordan (see, mum, I have male friends too). I think they're a fun lot. I've even rekindled with past enemies. And a lot more stuff! I won't be attending the Farewell Party this Sunday though. I like covering as many events that I can have access too, but preferrably not parties. I don't do well with parties as most of the time I just sit like a rock in one corner and not know the strangers in the crowd. It's not like my entire class is going either. I heard that most of the party-goers are 2Dians, so I better not go. I'll leave the party for other more active and sociable bloggers to handle. However, I will hereby say my farewells to Seba. Wait, I still see him in January. 
Okay, I guess he will be staying with us longer than the others who are leaving. Not like I know whoever else's moving. 'kay, actually I do. But I don't really care.

Damn, I got a blister from swimming (diving, to be specific).

Dead Finger Talks

I think I am blogging at school for the first time ever? Actually that's the only sentence I typed while in school. Then after that I just played Hangaroo co-op with Chilli and Vincent. The highest score we had was 4 wins in a row. Yeah, it was pretty tough. Phil helped out occasionally, while Mike shot us a stupid answer. On purpose or not, I don't care. So long as he had acted like Ranjeet from Mind You Language, I got mad I guess. How could he have not understood the gist of the question!? I was asking for Brunei's CAPITAL CITY, and he answered "Brunei Darulsalam". ○|￣|＿ ... ORZZZZZ!

I will be moving on to the second half of our field trip! Many exciting things happened! Dawn saw Victoria Beckham! I prefer Melanie Brown! I don't really like David Beckham! The speech man has a disturbing protrusion on his arm! Is Dawn a dumbass!? My iPhone's camera isn't very helpful with long-range shots! Daryl finally flapped his wings and flew! The cage nettings are so irritating 
when snapping the beasties! There's a dead spider in the vending machine!? Nadia took away my coins!? I forgot to take a picture at the fountain-like structure near the entrance!? But I took one already eons ago! My red bean bun was squashed! Agnes enterred a dirty toilet! Chilli was angry I didn't take a photo of him! 
Jocelyn likes posing Ah Lian-style!? Mike got stuck between a pillar and a stone seating!? OhmaigawdNOES! Is the trip heralding the world's end!? We are going to find out! 

First off, I sat through a long journey from Borneo Springs while listening to 2C's people exchanging words. I guess they're a fun lot, compared to 
2D which (IMHO) is comprised of mainly cold and steely people. Well, I did say that it's in my honest opinion. To me. And yeah, I do know a bunch of warm 2D people. But quite a lot of them treat me like an alien. So yeah, I'm not particularly fond of them. 2B and 2C are okay, mainly because I at least know a small number of people in the two respective classes. According to my dear class monitor, the teachers see 2D as the most well-behaved class. I don't think the cold and steely 2D people are reading my blog since I am too low-classed for their tastes, so I'll just type on. I can't say I exactly agree with the teachers. And I bet Ms Lim doesn't too. IIRC, no one in our class got called down into Mr Ling's office before. We also don't have any delinquents or even ex-delinquents. I mean, seriously, I ain't the only person agreeing on this matter. But I guess we just don't really stand out and we lack geniuses who can win so many contests and competitions that even I lost count. I feel pressured for no reason just being around the royalties of 2D. Well, I never really liked the popular people. I prefer socializing with the common folk. 
*looks right* *looks left* Genius, I detest your stupid stare. I love Radiata Stories' Genius Weissheit and Tales of Symphonia's Genis, but not you, freaky bastard. I am so fed up with your I'm-so-fabulous-&-you're-not stare. I think we will be enemies if you go on like the way you are now. 

So, let's resume with the main thing we have here, shall we? Anyways, our second (and last) destination was Matang Wildlife Center. It was my second time there and the experience jogged my memory of my first visit quite well. I tricked Dawn into believing that Victoria Beckham was there. She got pissed, the poor thing. So we started off with a long-winded briefing from one of the staff members. I felt irritated as Cammy didn't correct 
his many flaws in English when he commits his supa-dupa strict and unreasonable corrections on us, poor innocent adolescents. I also pointed out a disturbing growth on the guy's forearm to Dawn and Seba ... which disgusted Seba till the point that he just has to take a picture of it. After the briefing (tell me if it was brief), we need to forsake our belongings at the mini-museum before heading off into the wild but I took my bottle and phone with me 
nevertheless. Turned out I didn't drink at all. But whatever. Anyways, the trail was very insecure with one-sided railings and slippery footing. Coupled with my acrophobia, the intense humidity and constant warnings of potential leech assaults, yeah, it was a heck of a walk. I didn't even bother to stop to take nature pics. Me wearing shorts was quite a good thing as it would've been stuffy with trousers, or jeans (especially the latter). Maximum body ventilation is essential in damp rainforests. We saw quite a few animals, but for most parts of the trail we were focusing 
more on not slipping rather than observing the mediocre number of fauna showcased. The only animal that we can see with ease without having to squint through the cages' cross-nettings was Doris, the orangutan as it was in an open-air confinement and we got a bird's-eye view of it. It was huge, and its visage was horribly grotesque. Next Phil and I had an exchange of name-calling to make sure the other incurs more of nature's grudge. Also, I saw the animal which I (randomly) did a research on for Science earlier this year - the leopard cat! Aww, it was a cute thing. Next to it was a dormant python, which was dull since I wanted to see it active. Daryl didn't actually fly (what did you expect?). He's no Harvey Birdman. He's a BimboLover who basically fell down the makeshift staircase in the jungle trail. After that Seba played cameraman for 2A group jumps. Fun, I guess, but I doubt he snapped my whole body since I was at the back.
Later we got back to the museum and everyone was trying to get their hands on a canned drink from the sole vending machine. I got a Grass Jelly drink. It had a dead spider on it. Anyways, I just nonchalantly washed it off and headed into the museum expecting a blast of air-conditioning. It wasn't exactly a blast, but sufficient I suppose. My sole comment: Years have passed yet nothing new? After that we just headed back even though our trip was estimated to last till 1 p.m., and only when I passed the fountain thingy then I remembered to take a picture there. Oh well, I doubt anyone else got the chance to do so anyway. After that, we took roughly 1 full hour to reach school. Home sweet home!

School was practically quiet and empty when we got back. I headed to class instead of the canteen to eat and I practiced throwing an empty plastic bottle at the clock which resulted in its destruction after being thrown at twice. Hey, it's not my fault. The thing itself has too low an endurance! Actually, yeah, it's my fault. The class was empty, so yeah, I went into another chain of deep thoughts and then headed downstairs to confirm something. After some investigation, turned out my idol really hasn't been coming to work these few days. Whoa, what a doting husband/father. I wonder if other (female) teachers' husbands go on leave with them too during their maternity leave period? It's rare I guess. I took a test on what is my conception of a perfect wife later. The result was "A perfect wife is someone who doesn't need anyone to make her happy, but needs you to make her feel complete." I guess I answered honestly? Taking up on Ms Siti's indirect advice, I guess I'll be hunting down books for charisma and fitness-building. IMO, to have your spouse's utmost confidence, charisma is quintessential. I don't want to retain the cowardly-character and be my wife's burden, truthfully speaking. Fine, I guess I'll just jump into water next time my instructor asks me to. If I can overcome that, I guess I can see myself as taking another step up the bravery chart? I prefer to be my future family's guardian instead of my future wife, 
thank you very much. A real man has to have honor. And my idol does. So since I am setting him as a goal, I need to be able to achieve that level of charisma as Ms Siti said he does. I don't think I'll get the tattoos though Seba. That's just a tad bit too much. The coming holidays is the optimum period to stack up on both said aspects. Ganbatte, Wiru-kun! So, later we went to the Lecture Theater for movie-viewing (Amazing Grace). But then the Form 1s just have to barge in, and then waste my time (I 
don't think the rest of my classmates care, since they've never really delved into the matter of death so I guess time is nothing for them, yet) watching the first 10 minutes of the movie. Okay. So it's just 10 minutes. Right, calm down, take a deep breath, relax. We are watching Get Smart! Yay! It's so fantastic! I nearly died watching that annoyingly lame flick! It tried to be funny but turned out to be an epic fail. The plot was immensely cliched I really wanted to just sleep through the last two periods. And once again, we did not finish watching. This morning too. We were watching Nobody Knows (JPN) with 2C. All of a sudden the lights just turned on and my classmates were already fluttering out. I can't take this anymore. Hey, I'm just so sick of teens' impatience and their mere craving for action filled flicks with all the boom and the kabam and the krakaboom and the blast and the sex scenes and pregnancy of music. They don't even try to watch the movie and yet they try to comment on the movie by saying it's lame, boring, dull, plotwise-lacking when they don't know nothing. So, just because of your selfish personal tastes I am supposed to waste my time watching movies halfway-through!? I feel like beating the crap out of everyone. Amazing Grace is better than Get Smart. Even Johnny knows that. A tearfest is better than a failed clown. Hola, teens, Nobody Knows is an award-winning movie based on a true story. The kids got abandoned by their mother, the youngest died, the rest were malnutritioned. The real story is far worse. The eldest brought two friends back. One of them beat the youngest to death. In the movie, the youngest (I think it was Yuki or Shigeru) died of an accidental fall. Great, made me waste more time to download the movie and read through the real incident. Teens are impatient. Inconsiderate. Insensitive. Selfish. All four of these remarks exclude those who also thought they were better off not watching at all if the movie's going to be stopped halfway-through. If you think a movie has no plot, then you have NIL experience with movies because there is no movie without plot. As one given drama education before, I will just say that every drama/movie has Plot, Setting and Characters. It's all so basic I went orz. Wait till the movie picks up will you? For once we're actually not watching a 
comedy/horror/action movie! I was so glad we got to watch a slice of life flick instead. And yet people 
thought their rich posh lives were much more interesting than poor kids who have to defend themselves.
Wait for the movie to effin' pick up, pros. No one forced you all to watch. Just leave the scene in the first place. FYI, yeah it really got on my nerves by a lot, seriously.

Manhattan Transfer

Chilli whined about the lack of pictures. So I was like, "Fine, whatever." Well, here you go, Chilli. The first 2 pics were taken in Chilli's house.

As you can see, on the left is Chilli, center is me.

Chilli's house's mini-penthouse. Jack snapped this picture.

Kyc camwhoring in our class during the August holiday practice.

News Flash

They don't even show elementary kids mercy. So Pak Lah says that there is much to learn from History. Yeah. Right. World History. Not MALAYSIAN History. It is basically showing us how stupid our people were back then. Rebelling when the British only built a police station for the sake of preserving justice. If you think that is patriotism, I think that's idiocy. In Sharon's opinion, if only they did not drive the British away, perhaps our country would be far more modern than it is now. Idiots are supposed to give way to the intelligent. Unless the so-called 'heroes' can prove themselves as not idiots. They aren't brave. They aren't patriotic. They clearly are uneducated, have nothing else to do, do not comprehend the meaning of futility and the hope for a better future. As you can see, Parameswara could've nicely stayed in Temasik, but being too power-hungry, he chose to slay Temagi, leading to yet another group hungry for his life. All the historical figures we are supposed to take as role models in Malaysian history are stubborn, idiotic, power-hungry, evil and all are getting ahead of themselves. As you can see, the government of Malacca eventually went corrupt, and the leaders, having no will of their own, fell to the words of merchants and went against the Portugeuse, leading to their own defeat. Over these two years, I've read more and more of their stupidity, I just can't help but flame the hell out of Malaysian history when I saw the above article in NST. I hope the next generation of leaders in our country will at the very least switch Malaysian history to Malaysian MYTHOLOGY. It would be so much more meaningful.

Well, if it isn't ridiculous, then I don't know what is. So a random (pardon me) Bollywood actor will be getting the appellation of a Datuk? Are the Malacca authorities actually serious? Basically, Shahrukh Khan-san acted in a film set in Malacca from way back who-knows-when. Right. And apparently he is the source of the ever-increasing surge of tourists over the years. Is he really the cause? Has a survey already got carried out (I did not research this)? Would people visit a place just because of an actor? What, are they supposed to be able to absorb essences of their fav actor somehow? What about the director? The producer? Especially the producer. If not for whoever the producer is, chances of the movie even existing is nigh no dice. Okay. So their excuse is that SRK boosted the economy given the loads of tourists. Has he even been proven to be the main factor of the tourism boom? They'd better off granting Mr Gerald Lee a datukship considering the number of Best Educator awards he had won. So all those were just collected opinions from people. IMHO, screw the whole thing. Why should we care who gets the title? We don't get any losses. Geez, the whole nation creating an uproar over something like this. Adults. Most of them are probably just jealous. Seriously, I don't care if it's Shahrukh Khan or Khan Shahrukh or King Khan or SRK or PCK who gets a datukship. All that matters is that I'm still living, not dying from envy.

Candid Shots @ The Spring

Derrick Teo at Sushi King, waiting for his curry dish.

Class 2A's bishonen (pretty boy), Kyc.

Daryl Law, aka Shion-kun, with his The Finger pose.

Bau Mini Stadium

My sister, Esther. I made her pose as kawaii as possible.

Shaky overhead shot of self.

This Gallery's Winner Is ...

It can be defined as sublime in my perception. It isn't anything much for the professionals like Sebastian though.

Well, it's nearly 4 a.m., so yeah, I need my sleep. I don't get eyebags, no worries.

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?