Why fart it and waste it, when you can burp it and taste it?

Its a damn gassy past 2 days. I think I've caught some diarrhea or stomach flu. Every morning I wake up, I feel bloated like a balloon or something. Can even FEEL the gas movement in my colon! Every corner it takes, it rumbles and merges with some smaller pocket of gas.. Urgh.

I have to say, I'm having fun though. Heh. I'm having fun reading up about farts and funny stuff to say after you fart. For example...

*You fart* : "Thats the asshole talking behind my back!"
or
*You fart* : "Don't worry! - There's enough for everyone!"

And of course, theres all the mythbusting about farts. Firstly, pretty girls DO FART! Dogs n Cats farts stink more than ours. Dogs love to smell our farts. Not everybody's fart can ignite! Farts can contain particles of poop! And last but not least, you even fart shortly after you DIE! COOL EH?!

So everybody, if you gotta fart, just FART! Better to fart and bear the shame, than holding it in, and feel the pain!

Goodnight! May the fart be with you! listening to the rain... 1:18 AM 0 comments

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Wanna be a Hero? HAHAHAH!

Real life sucks. At least thats what I've been spouting on Granado Espada. I think I sort of semi-convinced my faction mates that I'm some emo guy who sits at home all day, playing computer games, and hates reality.

Almost correct. Its such a stark contrast, my real life, and the life I wanna lead in virtual reality. In real life, I'm just another average human being, stuck with school, and the boredom of life. Powerless to affect anything around me, and constantly constricted by rules.

In virtual reality, I can be the Hero who saves the village from the onslaught of rampaging orcs! I can smite those evil, ugly green abominations with a swing of my sword. Or send them to the depths of the abyss with my mighty magic! To rescue the damsel in distress, and be looked up upon by the children of the Ten Towns.

Ahhh.. Heroic dreams. How impossible they are. For one, I don't have the power to wield any blade bigger than a penknife, nor do I have the ability to call down fire from the heavens. Also, orcs are relatively easy to vanquish. The evil that plagues the real world today, can't be destroyed without wiping the entire human race. Then of course, most importantly. The damsel in distress. She'll say thank you, goodbye, and proceed to marry the next Top Model, or richest guy she can find.

I'm no Hero.

Just another Zero. This zero is going to bed... to have more heroic dreams... Heh. listening to the rain... 1:14 AM 0 comments

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Bip Bop

Ever had those nights where even the beating of your heart keeps you awake?

Damn, I don't even remember drinking any coffee or anything. *grumbles*

So I guess I shall take this opportunity to blog about... 2 days ago. Ha! Hey, its my blog, so its my rules.

Its been a damn long time since I met up with Nessa for prata n ice cream. So we finally met up that day, together with Tiff's temptation for Haatos at her place. I dunno, whether we are strange or what. But the first place we decide to go hang around at was the Japanese Cemetary park near Tiff's. Yeah, we were hanging out with the dead people.

After going around the park for a bit, we kinda figured the place wasn't "lively" enough and decided to head down to Gardens for the main event. MAKAN! First came the hokkien mee. Unfortunately, Nessa had me order from the wrong stall at Chomp chomps... supposedly the other one is better. Ditto for the sugar cane. But hey, I didn't care. I wanted PRATA.

We finally hit the prata shop. We ordered a round of teh tarik before the main dishes arrived. Personal Note: Mushroom Onion Prata sucks. ALWAYS MUST HAVE CHEESE. The banana prata was good as usual tho. I managed to finish my prata while watching fear factor on the tv. Some stupid challenge where the girl is rolled thru some tunnel with ppl pouring tarantulas and crickets on her. I think she had to open her mouth to pick up some tags.. and at a few crickets. That spoiled Nessa's appetite. Heh. Some things you just shouldn't show in a eatery.

Then came Haatos at Haatos. We sat there chatting away, and listening to gossips. And my goodness, when Tiff and Nessa are together, their combined laughter is hideous! Heh!



So there we were, 3 lil pigs. Left, Nessa the Pig who lives in the straw hut. Center, Antz, the pig who lives in the brick hut. And Right, Tiff, the Pig that lives in the wooden hut. listening to the rain... 3:12 AM 0 comments

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Something to be?

I'm feeling really confused. I wanna go uni, but it seems that my mom is not supportive of the idea. Initially when I brought up the subject, she got all quiet. Then she said I should go out and work for a few years before I go uni.

That stumped me. Work for a few years??? How old would I be by then? Would I even want to study after that? Of course I could read what was on her mind. Money. She doesn't want to finance me through university education. She said that before and I understood that pretty clearly.

Fortunately for me there is such a thing called scholarships. And my ITP company's Director is willing to recommend me for one too. Still, she said something that really demoralised me. "Scholarships are for people who are academically fantastic. You are not." Was that to encourage me? Sorry, I don't feel too encouraged.

Its been clear all this time that she never had a good opinion of me. To her, I'm untrustworthy, unreliable, lazy, and will not do well in school. Maybe. I admit I'm a slacker. I got on honors roll for 2 years consecutively without much effort. Here is the truth. I never studied exceptionally hard for my first 2 years in Poly. Maybe the first Sem I did. But for the rest, I chilled.

Every time MST was near, I'd take up my books to start revising. But throughout the semester, I'd be day dreaming, passing day after day. For my maths, I did 2 past year paper for each examination, and I made my A's. Ditto for other subjects that had past year papers.

Yes, I am a slacker, albeit a talented one.

Guilty as charged. Firing squad please! listening to the rain... 2:14 AM 0 comments

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"Goodbye" is a pretty tough word

I sent two people off today. Two very dear people.

First, was my brother. Sent him off to Shangri La Tekong for his BMT. What a pleasant surprise to see that he's been sent to Mohawk Coy, the same company I did my BMT with initially. The same basketball court that I sweat upon in the numerous tekan sessions, yeah he'll get it too.

The room's kinda quiet without him. I said, "I'll cya on the 29th when you book out. Transformers!" Nuff said.

Second, my dear friend Bernice. A few of us spent a night at her place for a movie marathon. It wasn't a rowdy affair lar... just moments in the company of friends. After sending my bro off, I headed for the airport to send Bern off. Managed to find the M-Flo CD she wanted to get for her going away gift. Beyond that, I didn't speak to her much. I didn't say "goodbye."

Its a tough word for me to use. To me, its a word that means, "I don't know when I'll see you again." It implies that, that there is probably isn't a chance in hell that our paths would cross. I hate that word. Thats why I always say, "I'll cya in XXXX." So much so to a point that I didn't know what to say to my dear friend as she left. I can't say, "I'll cya in.... " Cos I really don't know when we'd ever meet again. I didn't want to say goodbye. I'll probably say it a someone's funeral yeah...

So Bern, if u read this, sorry I didn't say "goodbye." Its not something I want to say to you yet! Our paths may cross yet again, I just don't know when.

Its been such a long day...

Its getting kinda quiet.

Another sunset. listening to the rain... 10:07 PM 0 comments

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Time flies

Half the semester gone already. After this 2 weeks of break, MSTs will be waiting for me. And FYP is constantly bugging me, "Start work! START WORK!" I'm too lazy lar.

Thats not all. In a blink of an eye, everybody I know is enlisting. It doesn't feel like it was too long ago when I first enlisted at the age of 21. Back then, it was as though everybody was not in the army, except me. I envied everybody else for having so much free time and freedom.

Oh how the tides have turned. Everybody else I know seems to be in the army, and I'm the carefree one, slacking away. My brother is enlisting this Friday, Muahaaha, all the best to him. BMTC was a hell hole for me. However, I heard they've adjusted the management there to be... more polite and condusive. WHAT THE HELL IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?! Anyways, besides him, every senior archer (male) is also going in! Uncle Lee needs YOU! And that leads me back to the same problem I had 5-6 years ago.... no one to go out with!

Back then, everybody couldn't get me out, cos I was stuck in camp! Weekends got duty and dunno wad other bullshit. Now: I won't be able to get anybody out, cos they'd be stuck in camp, :evil grin: and have duno what other bullshit on weekends! LOL!

My social circle isn't just composed of males. But it seems that my lady friends are also getting busier, and fewer. Some are flying off for studies (BYE BYE! *BOOTS Bern to "Down Under" ), and the rest... we don't seem to talk much anymore, ever since they've found their "True love." :Grin:

C'est la Vie. Nothing much I can do about it I guess.

The cease fire at home as lasted long. Which is good... But the tension is still there. I can almost feel the electricity in the air. Any moment I slip up, I'd ignite another shit-storm. PEACE PEACE!!! listening to the rain... 12:42 AM 0 comments

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No mood...

Seems like I have much to apologize for. For going out with peeps with a long face, bringing my problems along, letting them cloud over an otherwise happy occasion. Didn't mean it, but just that sometimes I can't help it.

Situation at home seems to have quietened down a bit. Though I still get a few critically harsh remarks every now and then. Before I sound lame for getting upset over words, I'd like to first say that words mean a lot to me. A few sharp words or phrases can cut me and piss me off. Sometimes, I'll be able to be nice and shrug it off, sometimes, I'll react. And thats coming from people I don't know well.

Words from people close to me, affect me a lot more. I think that needs no explanation.

Words represents a person's thoughts, and intentions. So when heard her threaten to throw me out, I can see the intention behind it. Besides, I know that she does not make empty threats.

Stress of coming home now feels like one walking on a tight rope. Stressing me to maintain the fine balance and not spark off another argument. I'd really love to stay out longer everyday, and avoid facing the tense atmosphere at home. I really do. But that itself my invoke another, "you treat my home like a hotel" series of argument.

So what do I do when I'm caught between an immovable object and an irresistible force?

Perhaps my life is really too nice and easy without all these additional "bonus stage" events. listening to the rain... 11:05 PM 0 comments

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Shitty week

This week has been horrible. Really felt a loss of what to do.

Been having a lot of quarrels with my mom. Over all those tiny tiny issues. Usually I'd just shut up and just slide by. But my fuse has kinda shortened a lot and I started arguing back against her unreasonable bone picking.

That naturally lead to more and more quarrels. And every time we have a squabble, she never fails to threaten to throw me out. I'm adopted in the first place, I know my position isn't exactly too firm in the family, but no need to constantly make me feel like this...

With it happening so frequently, I've no choice but to consider the possible reality of getting kicked out. And no doubt it looks bad. Firstly, I'd have to quit Poly (again) and get a job. And also I'd have to find a roof over my head, that means I'd have to loan $, cos all my money is stuck in a joint account Fixed-D. University dreams naturally would be smashed.

In other words, I won't be back to square one. I'd be down to square Zero. Life really likes to screw people up hard when they least expect it.

Not much choices. listening to the rain... 1:49 AM 0 comments

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