Its the Lazy that Bring this Society Forward.

Long time since i blogged, though it has not been long since i touched the com. hope ive got something interesting to blog today, if not well... id be just another rant about whatever i feel like typing. i dont like to do typical things, but then i have to do this. This september break was the most fruitful break i ever had in my entire 16 years man, i spent 2 days at the library ( 8 hours PER DAY) studying, probably 6 hour study 2 hour rest in between, haha, PHYSICS is COOL and i LOVE it. damn u all non physics loverz!! Physics encompasses the world and everything around it, did u know that in the past, while indians build buildings, they have the wondrous ability to balance bricks on top of their heads while up a ladder 7 metres high, and they dont have to hold the rungs. i wish i had such good balance, like pure balance, and this is due to.. physics, centre of gravity. Even you being on the floor is due to physics, physics is inescapable, ineluctable and it is inevitable you encounter it daily. electricity is due to physics, not biology not chemistry, BUT PHYSICS!

damn it, this week One Piece didnt come out, they are having a break. how i wish doing a good and absolutely perfect manga would be easy and fast and his legions of fans can enjoy and praise him for his magnum opus. but seriously, keeping a manga of top grade and excitement for say, mroe than 10 years is exceedingly difficult, and i salute Eiichiro Oda for delivering this wonderful masterpiece, one of twists and turns, humour, action and adventure all weaved into one great story.

Memories

I was doing this thing on facebook just now and i decided not to post it there but here, something more private and memories i hold dear to me hahaha. Here it is.

1) Which school did you go to?
Nanyang Primary School

2) What classes were you in?
1k,2k,-,-,5b,6b

3) What was/were your favourite lesson(s)?
Maths pwns!

4) If you could remember, what time was your recess?
Dont Know. Spent all my time playing basketball.

5) List down your favourite food/snacks.
Stingray.

Style
1) Did you have a nickname way back in primary school?
CC perhaps, the initials of my name.

2) How did you wear your socks?
Ankle forever

3) Have you been suspended due to the way you put on your uniform?
No, just warned daily.

4) Were you given plenty of reminders about your appearance?
Daily about me wearing PE shirt for the whole time i was in primary school.

5) Who did you look up to when you were in primary school?
Must be the principal, best principal.

Punishment
1) Name one memorable scene where you were punished in front of the whole class.
Never, whole school got, but my dad screwed up the Discipline Master.

3) Give one scene where you escaped from being caught/punished.
Never got caught when im guilty, only caught when im innocent.

4) Did you vandalize any school property
My school so beautiful vandalise for what.

5) Did you ever make any teacher cry?
Nah, mayb some did but they were so insignificant.

6) Who was your favourite teacher in primary school?
Mr Lum, Mr Lee and my grandaunt! plus Ms Hu

7) Describe your DM..
Mr ting had a pockmarked face, like fight wars battle scared. Tall man, pretty nasty character, got crushed by my dad and he never picked on me again.

8) Who was the funniest/weirdest/loudest teacher?
Mr Lee, would scold for no reason, often his scoldings would be like flicking a whip, quickly said, then he would apologise for scolding us.

Social Circle
1) Were you popular back then?
Not the centre of attention but i had enough.

2) Were you in a big group of boys/girls or small ones?
About 7 boys, The Yellow Banana Gang.

3) Who were your best friends?
Zhiming, Zhihan, Nick, Yujian, Herman, Piwei.

4) Did you and your friends have nicknames?
None, either initials or part of our names,respectively, Ming, Han, Nick, Jian, Herman, Piwei.

5) What were your favourite memories of you and your friends?
LAN daily since p5, trying to evade the police sometimes, basketball daily til 4, Very violent fights daily until p3 with many injuries.

Co-curricular Activities
1) What CCAs were you in?
Computer Club!

2) What did you have to bring to your CCA?
Nothing, go there use their applications.

3) What did your CCA require you to do?
Create websites, play games.

4) Got injured?
Never seriously, some scars on legs thats all.

Crushes/Lovers
1) Who was your first crush?
I dare say i had none.

2) Are you in good terms with your last crush?
None

3) Did you ever had a relationship with anyone in your primary school?
Nope

4) Have you ever made out in school?
made out? no.

Closing Ceremony
1) How did primary school change you?
Made me cherish youth and gave me a strong educational foundation which i probably wasted.

2) Sing one verse of your school song.
Its in chinese, but a more official version would be : Jing, Shen, Duan, Pu.

3) What was your favourite question?
"Wan go LAN?" or just "Basketball?"

4) Who/what will you remember from your primary school?
Everything, even the superstructure that was my school, rubber hall floors, different sections of the school, got lost in it once when i was pri 4. The people called my friends, almost everyone of them.

5) Any memories you will not forget.
redundant question. I will never forget anything.


Its a pretty long questionaire but doing it, i recalled many things.

The Title

Ages since i blogged, just remembered that i had a blog and thus after not blogging decided to add something. Im not a regular poster, only when i feel like it i do it, like the wind.

Im glad i improve in my subjects once again, bigger visible improvement, just that some things like chem, i do not have enough time to dedicate to study full scale chem. I feel very guilty, like im escaping frm reality, trying to escape frm practicing the harder amaths chapters, trying, but conscience catches up and yet i still try to run again. If i want to get into the school of my choice, i really need to upgrade, improve and reform myself, although the character is very hard to change.

Looking back, i feel that i regretted many things, in life, people say live it with no regrets, but that is a quote by white men for white men, singapore education is so stressful, it seems(we are all used to it) eventually when looking back, one will have regrets, especially for a lazy person like me. so many things were in my grasp and yet i let it all go, in one fell swoop, i let many important factors for my future perish, like flames without oxygen. i do not blame my laziness. i think it is my willpower and the many technological advancements that man has made that should be shouldering a part of the blame. individually i think that it, coupled with my lazy sort of hedonistic attitude has landed me where i do not wish to be, left with little choice but to study hard, mug as some say it here.

Knowledge Is Power. But Textbooks Seem To Be King.

Pretty Good

Ooooh 'O' levels chinese is coming up soon, very soon, so soon that i dont even have time to go to the provision shop and get myself a beer(in 2 years). I guess im thinking of getting at least an A2 for that paper so i can forget about it already and get on with life and the other subjects. Its pretty hardcore man, the way i see people studying for chinese in class, up til now i have no clue how to study chinese from doing assessment books, all i know is just remembering those damned phrases that will surely bag me extra marks during the exams, which i have never used.

Somehow, im led to thinking about the typical singaporean behaviour when i think of chinese, either that or the weird and usually funny accents i hear all over. I cant blame them though. When i think of this, i can link it to people getting into a lift, there are a few irritating types when it comes to mind, like those people that stand so close to the lift door that their nose is almost touching the door, or those that just want to be the first and rush into the lift just for the kick of being the first in something. Even worse are those that charge in the lift, bang into someone (or scare someone if their nose is to big) and say "wah kao! paiseh paiseh. solli solli. if they already know that they have to say sorry, why bother to rush in? i still cant fathom what goes on in the minds of this people. Why do they have to do this? is it for the thrill of winning? because everyone else is beating them to other things, or whether it is too competitive in singapore that even a small battle like this can help them go on to achieve bigger things in life? the WCG(World Charging Games)? Neither you nor i will ever know, unless....


Knowledge Is Power. Sometimes Knowledge MUST Be Forgotten.

"Insert Title here"

In the blink of an eye, the exams have almost come to a close, just 3 frigging subjects left, of the trio, one is an immortal enemy of mine, able to transcend time, living in the books as an immortal. Chemistry. Terrorizing future generations as long as Man exists. How to fight this mighty foe? Only tuition can help, i cant study things that need calculations myself, i just cant be bothered, so tuition is there to back me up and let me hope for the best. Its not that chemistry is hard, its just that i just cant seem to enjoy it more that i enjoy sitting down with an interesting storybook.

So far the exams have been pretty much better, i have a feeling i will fare better then i did in the past, its like the all the subjects improve as a whole, failing with higher marks, passing with higher marks, if u get my drift. but then still nowhere near how good i want my results to be, its like everyone is higher then me and i am pretty not that very quite good, or not good for that matter. I shall stop trying to type anymore, i seem to be typing stuff in a pretty weird way today so i shall stop.

Knowledge is Power.

Its Another Story Time!

This story is um. pretty well quite, abit tough to understand for those with a lower IQ. so fret not if u do not understand much. its just a story, this is a virtual and imaginary world. Im a supporter of Doomsday so this story is pretty dark. Foreboding in a way. but whatever, here goes.

In the darkness of space, a large shimmering craft sped along the various constellations, silent except for the humming of the engines and the faintest whisper of a being. "Their ignorance will be their undoing, we are ready to cleanse the world."

It was on the news, the bulletins, headlines, everywhere. Reports of the various climatic changes around the world. Hurricanes, tornadoes, floods, droughts and earthquakes, all happening more frequently and with deadly results. Voracious winds whipped the lands, tremors shook the earth. More importantly, the temperature of the atmosphere has been rising by unprecedented amounts. Even the stratosphere is not entirely spared. This is all because of our ignorance for the environment around us, the failure to protect it, only doing things for our own gain.

Many geologists and conservationist have issued many calls and pleas for a change, but all were met with utter failure. The world leaders, care about something, but only for thier respective countries and possible self gain. Every step to counter climate change has beenput on hold, only to be discussed later and met with opposition due to financial reasons, or chucked aside in the face of more pressing issues like recession. compared to the money spent on useless and pointless things like war, militarty funding, the amount used to research on climate change pales in comparison. Even steps taken to combat climate change need decades to be implemented. Every step forward, every success achieved has a hundred thousand failures in the shadows behind it. Ignorance, man's basic principle, to ignore things that have no potential for self-benefit.

That is until one evening. A certain professor of an un-named university made a chilling discovery. Something at the Earth's core was moving, working its way, changing the structure of the crust and core, something that could cause a catastrophic chain of events. A catasclysm. Again, this was met with harsh criticism and then ignored, forgotten. World leaders refused to believe the professor, firmly believing that they are already doing enough to save the world, to help it. Even one of the most brilliant minds alive could not change the mindset of the world. The next day, he disappeared.

The Professor found himself a prisoner, a well treated one, in an unknowned and alien surrounding. Then suddenly, thoughts were forced into his head. "We will cleanse this filthy world. The planet will die. We are regretful, but we have to perform this planet-kill. Earthquakes will tear the ground asunder, volcanoes will devour the cities and fire will burn away the atmosphere. You cannot stop the judgement. When a planet becomes a danger to the galaxy, we must end it. However, you, one of the greatest minds of all time, must join us. Its a pity the other has gone, but we can ressurect him with his brain, make him a new body." Then the thoughts flashed out as fast as they appeared and the professor fell into the void of unconciousness.

A year later, super volcanoes erupted and turned the surface on the planet into little more than molten rock and ash. Great chasms appeared and consumed all signs of an inhabited planet, before firestorms wreaked the planet and burned the atmosphere away. On a floating disk, three figures observed, two devoid of feelings and one with horror. On that last day, the three figures and a preserved brain disappeared before the surface of the planet was devoured.

haha its pretty heavy even for me to write. It just a story and it is entirely fictional. hope all you enjoy it and can understand what i am trying to put across.

Alright Another Post

Its been a long time since i posted something here haha so now im going to post for ya'll. T'day was the AMKsian family day and most of us went to the east coast beach to build sandcastles, well as in huge sandcastles, those taller than you. Much taller, something like sculptures already ( sand sculpture) alot of people were milling around, not aimlessly, but most were building sandcastles, joining the events arranged for us to do there. It was pretty fun in some aspects but in others it was not. ended up having 3 people building the sandcastles only, in my group i mean, the others were nowhere to be seen, missing suddenly?haha.

Before that on the Friday, some of us went to Max's house, a hideout or something like that according to him. The area looked old from the outside, very empty and somewhat overgrown. But when i stepped inside, i realised that it was totally different, its a nice house rich fella. borrow some movies to watch and had an extremely good laugh out of it, half from watching my friends laugh though. it is fun to have something like this once in awhile, takes the mind off most things and gives the holiday a good start, a stressful holiday from studying. The momentum is building up, somewhat slowly but still building up and in the end it will snowball and crush you if you are not prepared for it, do or do not. die or dont die. fail or dont fail.

nearing the end of the school i was enjoying the lessons more and more, not sure whether it is from the end of the tests, getting better results or just the start of the holidays and the natural relax reflex that we probably all feel. For those who are rich and are going abroad this week (Its only a week, why must all go abroad-.-) good luck, hope no airsickness and land safely and reach your destination. (MUA-HA-HA-HA-HA) bye.

Knowledge Is Power. Use It Well.

The Troubles Of A New Life.

Secondary school is a time of transition to most. Like some of us, we come from a school far away, away from our friends, our teachers but most of all, the environment in which we were brought up. of which the last point makes the most impact in the future. In the past, there was innocence in some school, while others were neglected and became delinquents.

Like in my primary school, the teachers inculcated a sense of justice in our minds, for that i thank them, but in secondary school, the hierarchy has changed, the air becomes more tense and everyone wanted to give a good impression to others, both to gain friends and to teach what they know, it is also to gain respect and become a "leader". What good is all these when one doesnt have ideals, or false ideals. Human nature is to always think they are right, but what ir right is what is gleamed from the insights of friends, what they think of you, thier comments, some of which may be bad, but are equally important to take heed. True friends are harder to make and find, until you have found a group that shares your interests and ideals and will CORRECT YOUR MISTAKES. it does not matter if one doesnt treat another like a friend, other people that have a good heart would naturally look out for you, whether you like it or not. they will try to correct your mistakes and teach you to do the right thing, no matter what you think of them after, what they did is good for you. Just like parents and children, while younger,we wondered why our parents punished us, nagged at us, it was all to teach us, to mould us into better persons, it is they who have experienced societies hardships. and they work hard for themselves and you, just like you should work hard for yourselves and them, not by showing results, but by showing that the morals have been taught succesfully. cheating for example is lying to oneself, to betray the trust that everyone has given, to give oneself false hopes that the test results is good and thier knowledge is great. Stop decieving yourself, wake up and start to strive for oneself. What is important is to be true to yourself, do not worry what others might think, but worry more about what you might become because of the fear of what others might think. Be yourself. Be honest to yourself.


Knowledge Is Power. Lying Is A Picture Of False Hopes And Power.

The Day It All Ends.

Today is a more relaxing day, in fact recently it has been a spate of ultra relaxing days, due to the constant heavy rain. The weather has become so much coolerm which is both good and bad, as cooling weather makes it nicer to study, but its even nicer to spend an afternoon sleeping alternatively. The last maths test will happen tomorrow and i hope i can at least get a 20 so i will get a b3 or so for A maths.

It is also relxing cos the school term is ending on such a goodnote, to me. This year is a much better year for me, maybe due to the impending O levels and the mental clock in my brain screaming warnings and alerts and blasting its head off. . . in my head. It tells me to wake up and study, or rather pay attention in class and work harder. This day seems to be an ending.

Another thing is that i have never ever ever seen someone get 28/30 for compositions, even J.K.Rowling would only get 27 because the length of the story that compositions allow you to write is so limited. That is so godly. If i could get 28 id immediately jump around like a madman.

Class drama was more or less a success, i wont say extremely good, but it was a class effort all the same and it managed to extract a few laughs from the audience, which is more like a reward itself than actually winning first prize. Its good to make people laugh. Fare share of irritable moments but in the end all went well.

Last thing, scammed bloody hell thing cost 34 bucks wtf, i can do my maths and i was scammed! screw it screw it! darn it! If i ever buy from that shop again, the shop keepers or attendents or some person that sets the price please gladly suffer 10 years of slapping.

Knowledge Is Power. Guard It Well.

HOLY

Weee WoooHooo! Finally a working chatbox! alas i know how to do something more "advanced" in my opinion. HAHAHHAH im just posting this post (its short) for the sake of congratulating myself for learning a lifeskill. Thanks to the friend that taught me step by step. OH yea! now i can spam my own chatbox. Yea its red, i love red, it stands for danger. thats why in the animal world, some plants are bright red, both to attract and to repel animals. attract to pollinate and repel to any would be herbivores.

A Day In Many Days.

What a day. When i finally decided to update the blog on stuff not related to stories, so many things happen which leaves me hardly any time to update. My com brokedown again, i think its due to the auto-overclocking thing that has been affecting my computer and making it unable to switch on properly. So now im using the lsightly slower but more reliable "mah broz kom" its more, reliable. -.- and hasnt failed once since we bought it years ago. the new computer is such an irritating thingamagik.

I am finally able to play DotA with less lag after such a long time from abstaining from gaming, 2 months? its a record for a DotA gamer like me, and ofcos i won. hehe. such a relief that my skills havent lessened abit since the time i last played DotA. The next part is about the class barbeque. I would guess that it was more or less a success, even people i didnt expect to go went to the barbeque, those that claimed that they would stay home, its so nice. barbeque had plenty of food, but it was more of playing and entertaining than eating the food that is there. volleyball, basketball, cards and the like, even wanted to go LAN after the barbeque but didnt. Now im back home facing this white screen typing away on the keyboard my bro bought. The rubberized keys give me such pleasure to type, morever the keys are very shallow meaning just press a little and the letters come out, makes for an easier type. refer to www.xwintermute.blogspot.com for a picture of the keyboard.

Now that i think of it. the fagging beanie still hasnt arrived yet, and probably never will. Its such a pity, i had high hopes for that particular thing. Damn'em. I want Teh freaking thing.


alright, its been quite a long post. i shall stop here and add more stuff another day.

Knowledge Is Power. Guard It Well.

N-other story.

Right here is another story. The title this time is called "Regret"


It was a lawless place, a place where the authorities had no power upon, a place filled with a thick haze of smoke. The occasional rat scuttled quickly from one hole to another, disappearing into the shadows. The acidic and pungent smell of a hundred sweaty bodies tightly packed in a tiny enclosed area, it was an awful place to be in, and yet it attracted many visitors daily. It was a gambling den, and i was part of it.

In order to find a quick solution to the monetary trouble at home, i walked a few kilometers daily to an illegal gambling den. Indeed it was illegal, but it was more like a gambling complex with its own private army, thus the lords of the land had no power to stop it, attempting which, they would have more trouble than they bargained for. Mostly i lost what i had brought, but when i won, the winnings were squandered away by the greed to earn more. Until the day when i ran out of money to squander. It was a hard decision to make. In order for me to win, i had to have a capital sum to bet with, of which now i had none. So in a moment of folly, when i was too desperate to win something to feed the hungry mouths of my family, I borrowed from the bandits who controlled the den.

I borrowed an enormous sum to bet with and i was sure i could strike a windfall and pay back what i owed plus interest. As if the gods were on my side, i won hundreds in the next few games/ Convinced that my luck was changing, i proceeded to the other tables. But it was not to be. Losing all the money, i was in an anxious state and instantly regretted the loan.

I spent the next few nights depressed and in a drunken stupor. I was greasy from the long hours i had spent at the tavern. when i finally decided to make my way home, i was barely even conscious, stumbling even on the smallest of obstacles. Then i became sober. I saw a fire consuming the farmhouse i called home. racing there with my mind in a mess, i tried to look fot traces of life, the humans which were my family that may have needed help. Searching i came to a slumped figure next to a cart. There was blood everywhere, his throat was cut and he had stab marks all over. I looked at the grisly scene and the spectacle of huge flames incinerating my house, and turning it to ash. A timber fell and a a half scorched piece of paper floated over. " payment accepted, it was nice doing business with you." The dark truth dawned upon me as i realised, in a moment of folly, i made a loan and failed to clear the debt, which resulted in such a dire consequence for my family. they must have taken them away, i thought. Sitting there beside the blazing inferno, I cried and cried, until the cinders were no more.

It was my fault, but the bandits had to pay for being so brutal. I looked up at the red sky, tears in my eyes and swore to the heavens that i will have revenge. I was only 17.

thats the end. but i may consider continuing this story. haha. nowadays i havent been posting much of my life compared to the stories that pop up. will try to put some stuff in the near future.

Knowledge Is Power. Hide It Well.

I Have No Talent For Post Titles.

Here's another one of those stories i wrote. This one is called "Codename: Tau"

It was the most difficult mission i had ever undergone in my years of service as a Special Covert Forces squad leader. The times had got harder and missions were more and more challenging. More men were rebelling. This mission was to infiltrate the Bio-terrorists' stronghold of Fell Creek in the disease ridden bogs of the Central Behlarusian Peninsula river basin and bring it down to prevent further trouble from the heretics. The mission was codenamed: Tau.

As we landed on a patch of dirt in a small clearing in the densest jungle in the world, I heard Corax cursing about this horrendously difficult task that we were going to embark upon and how impossible it seemed. But he immediately took a defensive position as sudden bursts of light flashed through the foliage and headed straight for us. I quickly issued commands to the team and we returned fire in an orderly pattern, perfectly synchronized volleys of laser fire erupted from out position and together with liquid fire, the hidden assailants were quickly silenced.

After a moment of peace, the team proceeded to scout the area and soon we were en route to the Fell Creek fortress. The way was relatively peaceful but it was by no means easy. We were knee deep in the filthy stinking muck that covered the entire area, a by-product of the human race, our filters were working hard to keep out the toxins that the muck emitted. As the looming shape of the fortress came into view, the equipment officer Kraege sent a few reconnaiscance probes to map out the terrain and internal structure of the buildings. It was by far the largest and most heavily guarded human complex i had ever seen and it was reeking with the stench of vermin that wished to be annihilated.

After the probes returned and conveyed the information to Kraege, he explained that it would take a gargantuan effort to bring the fortress down, not to mention a large and well placed amount of detonation charges. Then we broke cover and stealthily entered the complex through a sewage tunnel. Inside, it was a labyrinth and it took forever to place the charges at the correct areas because of the complexity of the building. As the squad cautiously made their way into the last designated area, Corax opened his mouth to speak, but was riddled with armor piercing rounds before he could even utter a word.

Soon all hell broke lose. Limbs flailed, bodies were ripped apart by bursts of fire, charred bodies slumped to the ground and screams and shouts filled the whole chamber as the squad engaged the terrorists while Kraege struggled to set the last charge.

After what seemed like an eternity, I signalled to surviving squadmates to pull back, but we were almost surrounded and heavily outnumbered, altough we outclassed them in terms of technology, training and firepower. The group split and while one retreated, the other gave covering fire. I was proud of my team that in the face of such difficult opposition, they could accomplish what they set out to do.

Metre by bloody metre, we fought our way out of the hellish interior of the fortress, losing all but three sqaudmates as they were cut down by the sheer numbers of the fanatical human terrorists. As we approached the bogs, Kraege flicked the switch and the charges detonated, destroying most of the complex fortress and vapourising its occupants. In front of the crumbling structure, i recounted the day as the last of the humans were slaughtered. It was the most arduous and difficult mission I had ever completed. It cost us plenty, but operation Tau was a success and it was for the greater good. With a flick of our tails, we disappeared back into the stygian darkness of the Fell Creek bogs.

The End.
Hope you readers like this too. haha


Knowledge Is Power.

Story?

Ok this here is a composition i wrote. Im going to post it and a few others on my blog, just to make it look more filled and not just a blank black wall with a small red patch at the top. This story is called"Ravenous"

There are many forms of hunger, hunger for power, hunger for fame and hunger for the riches the world has to offer, but the most primordial hunger is the hunger for food, for food that can fill the gullet and give strength.

It looked up from its meal and stared at the forest with cold piercing eyes. It raised its snout and sniffed the air around it. It was an almighty creature, but was cursed since birth, cursed with an insatiable hunger for food, its stomach a bottomless pit that could never be filled. It was once a very intelligent being, able to think clearly and rationally, but now, its mind was a blur, every feeling and emotion it once had was now covered by a thick and impenetrable fog, a haze. All except the longing for its next meal, which was left untainted and amplified by the absence of all other senses. It was a lonely entity, not cast out by nature, but cast out by its own hunger. Every creature he eventually befriended would inevitably be devoured by it. The only things it had for company was the forest, the trees and plants that covered the landscape, and yet even these silent observers would not be left untouched by the time it moved on.

It spotted a deer, a great deer, as great as a house and as beautiful as the setting sun, its fur a brilliant red dotted with brown. The deer was a majestic animal, even to a monster that only saw animals as food. After a second of admiring the great beast, it charged at the deer with fangs bared and claws outstretched, ready for the kill, to feast upon this unfortunate creature's flesh and to attempt to fill the void that was its stomach. The deer put up a fight, ramming it with the huge antlers on its head. A thunderous crack followed the attack, but it did not flinch, instead ripping at the deer with its lengthened claws ever more savagely.

After a short but fierce battle, it managed to bring down the great deer, and started to consume its flesh. Before long, it heard the slightest sound and its fur bristled, the sound was getting closer and it could make out the sound of cloth on dirt, the light thud on the earth and the cries of the plants. Soon more footsteps were heard approaching it, it seemed as if the footfalls were in no particular order.

A face appeared in the foliage and stared at it in shock and disbelief as much as fear and revulsion before the man was swiped away in a flurry of blood and fur, managing only a muffled scream. More men appeared and rush at it, surrounding it like a pack of wolves. They rushed at it, trying to inflict as many wounds as possible. In a flash, there were a hundred men around him, armed to the teeth and with killing intent. Then they all charged, everyone leaped towards him. It swung its mighty spiked tail and knocked a few away. Then he snapped its jaws, crushing another in its teeth. But before long, he was buried a tide of steel.

No wounds were mortal,but there were hundreds of individual wounds bleeding out its lifeblood. The haze in its mind had suddenly cleared and it could think again, for once it felt full, its hunger sated by death itself.


ok thats the end of it, hope you enjoy it, anyone that reads this. leave your comments if you wish.

Knowledge Is Power.

Unyielding

The good world has gone bad, and upon further reflection, i think its perhaps, or most likely due to the influence of humans, killing and burning and changing and extracting things, all for their own greed, never once thinking about the environment and giving back what has been taken. Its a sad sad story. And im sitting here, not doing anything, which makes me an equally bad ecological monster. The weather is still veyr erratic and changes widely, a few days ago some mountain in the scorching middle east just had a coat of snow covering its top. I wonder what the next ecological disaster will be? To save the world, I think its now or never, or it may already be too late.


chinese new year was a good time to earn some money and i did, whether from red packets or a little small scale gambling. Im still playing, but less and less and less and..you get my point. All for the goal to stop gaming this year and do other more active and sociable sports like..i dont know what. breaking? basketball? the sort? but itting in front of the screen still seems to be the best.

Knowledge Is Power.

Mad I Am.

So much has been done that cannot be undone. Like money spent $$$. The new year festivities were a flurry of activity, with me buzzing around my relatives houses like an irritating fly, awaiting only the red packets that were to come my way.

Thanks to all who gave me presents, the too small T-shirt, Gundams, Crocodilian backpacker, frosty the lego man and bag of foodssss. I didnt expect so much from you guys, thanks alot.

The stupid beanie still hasnt arrived, now im really gan chiong. KILL THE MESSENGERS! Its always them that become the scrapegoat. breaking has looked like it took a turn for the better, my friends showed some interest, im so excited and surprised that i can do some moves better than i expected. My friends also learn fast. The World Is Full Of Hidden Wonders.

Its not that i have no pictures, i just dont really bother to upload them, since my phone cant take pictures and i have no com right now. Its really a pity. Now my life is after school go home sleep, wake up, eat, sleep. such a mundane and monotonous, not to mention boring and degenerative lifestyle.

furthermore, it seems that my area has more rats and less cats than before and the rats are so thin. Some have been steam-rolled by cars and nothing seems to come out of thier bellies. Its weird that the recession has even reached the rats, since humans throw less food away, rats eat less.

Tomorrow is the barbeque for my brother and my birthday, but i found out it was another cheap scam to absorb presents from those that are coming. Its a good idea id say, just that the food is tad expensive and my fridge hardly has any space left. Nuff said, it has been a long post, like a story or a broken record player that keeps playing the same track over and over again. Bye.

No Fear. No Pity. No Remorse.

I Am Mad.

Having realised that maths may be easier than i originally thought and that I was sleeping a whole year, missing everything from A to Z. Now the mammoth task to catch up on the chapters I missed is dawning upon me and yet I am optimistic that i can actually relearn everything. Now that i try, everything seems easy as long as I try and yet one must know how to counter that stress lest it make one overcome with pessimism, in the meantime, one also must put down the pride, lest it allows complacentness to cloud your mind and stop you from studying, thinking that one is too great and all knowing to revise.

Now that i have read what i type, i will answer the question that i have asked in previously. I am mad. never before have i felt the urge to study like now. When there is no other way, the perilous path is the only way to salvation.

Now for something less errr...chim. Have yet to do all my homework and am still asking myself why the heck i am sitting here attempting to make my blog more interesting.


No Fear. No Pity. No Remorse.

Am I Mad

Such a long wait for a beanie, il look faggish, not to mention like an idiot and a darn shaven fool (ofcos im not going to wear that out, its for home use so my head wont be painful). Shitting slacking postmen are a pain in the ass, aint it easy to fly a plane to deliever something. Ofcos its not the postmens fault, but everyone blames the messenger dont they? Bad dressing > Bad hairstyles.


Its been 2 years since i had the interest and the strength(..) to blog and yet my blog (if u can call this one) has no more than the basic stuff still, no custom skins(where), no cool animations(can?), no links(how) and possibly no chatbox until i figure out how the hell i can add one. It sure is a shitty thing not knowing how to do all these and whats more dumb is im a geek that doesnt want to bother to learn because , afterall how long will my willingness to blog last?

One more thing, i seriously have to get better at breaking, swiping, six-stepping and basic freezes, headspins are another, and so are those prolonged handstands. Damn i need friends to practice with.



No Fear. No Pity. No Remorse.

now for the homework.