The pawns of the enemy loom ahead of you.
Minions of the Burning Blade they are, wielding their various implements of destruction -- scimitars, daggers, rapiers, and the like. They are ready.
Are you?
You stare into their bloodthirsty and frenzied eyes, which are no longer welling up with virtue and righteousness, but instead lifeless and exhausted. They have surrended their destiny to the nether.
Have you?
The king has decreed that you would lead his elité forces to quell the uprising. His hopes are on you. The nation's fate lies with you. The supreme monarch is decided by you.
Can you?
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Friday, October 19, 2007
iv. a. Llama.
I was once a treehouse, I lived in a cake;
but I never saw the way the orange slayed the rake;
I was only three years dead, but I told a tale;
and now listen, little child, to the safety rail.
It was never meant to be.
but I never saw the way the orange slayed the rake;
I was only three years dead, but I told a tale;
and now listen, little child, to the safety rail.
It was never meant to be.
Sunday, September 30, 2007
iv. dancing in the moonlight.
Those virulent voices echoed through my wearied brain again.
Insanity beckons to me, whispering, "come on, you know how bad it's been. just make a few changes, and everything will be much better..."
The seeds of disruption sown gradually and silently in the past three years were ready to bloom.
And as I continue my fervent quest for academic achievement, the doom of crankiness draws close...
Insanity beckons to me, whispering, "come on, you know how bad it's been. just make a few changes, and everything will be much better..."
The seeds of disruption sown gradually and silently in the past three years were ready to bloom.
And as I continue my fervent quest for academic achievement, the doom of crankiness draws close...
Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Sunday, September 16, 2007
boom
last post was on the anniversary of alqaedas first carelessness of their blur pilot who was suposed to bring the hosts back to t afghanistan bt ended up striking the WTC. then coz they got ego they mus cover up that they actually hired pilots who noe nuts abt navigation. so they made up a story whereby they wanted to bomb the WTC since ages ago and had even documents to proove that they made a lot of calculations and wtv crap
then movie 23 believed the story soo much that they even made the number 23 frm the date
11-9-2001..add up the digits
11+9+2+0+0+1 = 23....lame
k la so cum find me lor...im born on the 23 wad..whee ur connected to me in sum mystical way woooooo
ok screw im ranting haha haf fun guys!
then movie 23 believed the story soo much that they even made the number 23 frm the date
11-9-2001..add up the digits
11+9+2+0+0+1 = 23....lame
k la so cum find me lor...im born on the 23 wad..whee ur connected to me in sum mystical way woooooo
ok screw im ranting haha haf fun guys!
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
taste
taste the blood of your friends
arent they delicious
rotten and cold
feel the evil running through your veins
oh the marvellous taste of your cold blooded friends
but while im happily licking the wound of my friend
..
is that the taste of a tinge of my own?
arent they delicious
rotten and cold
feel the evil running through your veins
oh the marvellous taste of your cold blooded friends
but while im happily licking the wound of my friend
..
is that the taste of a tinge of my own?
Monday, September 10, 2007
spastic video #2:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wwLrgxtALWs
yeah. this is good stuff. even though it's 41 minutes long. i'm telling you its bullshit but you can go judge for yourself xp
yeah. this is good stuff. even though it's 41 minutes long. i'm telling you its bullshit but you can go judge for yourself xp
Sunday, September 09, 2007
romance story
One day there was a boy
He liked to play with toy
He wanted to be coy
So he called himself pinoy
Then there was a girl
She liked to cook and whirl
She whirled and twirled and firled
And firled and dwirled and curled
Pinoy came along one day
And whirly firly out to play
"Trippity tray!" he had to say
When whirly girl had twirled his way
Trippity tray, and trippity hey?
There couldn't be a happier fray
Why whirly girl and pinoy lay
That started yousheng's jealousay
Oh look at the time!
I can't just rhyme
And feel my eyeballs turn to grime!
Yousheng shall wait
And wait and wait
And he can go chew on a lime.
He liked to play with toy
He wanted to be coy
So he called himself pinoy
Then there was a girl
She liked to cook and whirl
She whirled and twirled and firled
And firled and dwirled and curled
Pinoy came along one day
And whirly firly out to play
"Trippity tray!" he had to say
When whirly girl had twirled his way
Trippity tray, and trippity hey?
There couldn't be a happier fray
Why whirly girl and pinoy lay
That started yousheng's jealousay
Oh look at the time!
I can't just rhyme
And feel my eyeballs turn to grime!
Yousheng shall wait
And wait and wait
And he can go chew on a lime.
PINOY
screw driver
whee
pinoy is a funny name fror filipinos.....
ahahaha
i mus post this
unleash ur sorrow
sry bt my heart is hollow
cmon hadi rhyme wif me : royce
me: i look at my pee and its yellow
ahahahahhahahahahh wheeeeee
whee
pinoy is a funny name fror filipinos.....
ahahaha
i mus post this
unleash ur sorrow
sry bt my heart is hollow
cmon hadi rhyme wif me : royce
me: i look at my pee and its yellow
ahahahahhahahahahh wheeeeee
beating your kids
WAHAHA. I FOUND THIS. CHECK OUT THE CHEENA ACCENT.
wel i should be doing work now. i face the conflicting desires of sleep and nonsleep!
*cue mortal kombat musik*
it is obvious who shall win.
Saturday, September 08, 2007
iiid. one plus one equals three.
there is this mathematician from reptilia.
he is shorter than your usual mathematician (but come to think of it, all mathematicians in EuOIa now are quite tall), and also shorter than your usual non-mathematician.
but being of such a height is... actually quite useful to him.
during his spare time, he is more than a mathematician.
he is employed by the elders to defend the ancients, taking the persona of any hero he wishes and fighting against the enemy. usually, this results in him returning home successfully.
even when he is not doing so, he is finding his next target to
poke prod stumble throw kick punch lash assault kidnap murder assassinate.
please pity him, for he is an only child, yet a mathematician.
may the lord have mercy on his soul.
(to be continued)
he is shorter than your usual mathematician (but come to think of it, all mathematicians in EuOIa now are quite tall), and also shorter than your usual non-mathematician.
but being of such a height is... actually quite useful to him.
during his spare time, he is more than a mathematician.
he is employed by the elders to defend the ancients, taking the persona of any hero he wishes and fighting against the enemy. usually, this results in him returning home successfully.
even when he is not doing so, he is finding his next target to
poke prod stumble throw kick punch lash assault kidnap murder assassinate.
please pity him, for he is an only child, yet a mathematician.
may the lord have mercy on his soul.
(to be continued)
Friday, September 07, 2007
iiic. not propaganda.
there's no place i wanna be
you'll always be a part of me
and even though i roam the world
it's still my home i long to see
this is where i wanna be
you'll always be a part of me
so i cross the skies and sail the seas
to be where i wanna be
there is no doubt, when i hear this verse being repeatedly broadcasted over and over again from my magic sound-producing gizmo, that i feel a tiny bit more patriotic, to want to serve the three populace even more. EuOIa was my home since 3 years ago, and ever since i became one of the elders i have made an effort to give the populace the best experiences they should have.
but before the opportunity presents itself, the waiting ensues...
(to be continued)
you'll always be a part of me
and even though i roam the world
it's still my home i long to see
this is where i wanna be
you'll always be a part of me
so i cross the skies and sail the seas
to be where i wanna be
there is no doubt, when i hear this verse being repeatedly broadcasted over and over again from my magic sound-producing gizmo, that i feel a tiny bit more patriotic, to want to serve the three populace even more. EuOIa was my home since 3 years ago, and ever since i became one of the elders i have made an effort to give the populace the best experiences they should have.
but before the opportunity presents itself, the waiting ensues...
(to be continued)
Thursday, September 06, 2007
iiib. short stop.
well, after the elder had spoken, the rest returned to their daily activities, including myself.
If there would be anything to report, our faithful Prosian commentator will bring it from the frontline.
Now, for a commercial break...
***
ever wanted a new mate?
can't get Oldie' to bray?
Good Jockey suffering from thalassemia minor?
meet our favourite Reptilian HORSE-MONGER!
mark my words, he is the best around the counties!
remember, if your horse is buckling up, head down to the Reptilian HM today!
(he's certain to make your mark.)
***
(to be continued...)
If there would be anything to report, our faithful Prosian commentator will bring it from the frontline.
Now, for a commercial break...
***
ever wanted a new mate?
can't get Oldie' to bray?
Good Jockey suffering from thalassemia minor?
meet our favourite Reptilian HORSE-MONGER!
mark my words, he is the best around the counties!
remember, if your horse is buckling up, head down to the Reptilian HM today!
(he's certain to make your mark.)
***
(to be continued...)
Wednesday, September 05, 2007
iiia, a salutation to parenthood of the damned.
*** zzz. an ode to chongyu's... erm... nvm.
sorry for the drop in standard, but i am amazed at this.
---
Before the elder could continue with his speech, a messenger from the outside arrived.
"Good sir, good sir! the assistant to the new Elder of Prosia has been abducted!"
I ran out, only to meet with a gaunt lady in a shawl, carrying my unconscious assistant. His glasses had fallen off his pimpled face.
"Oh. sorry guys... but he has killed too much of his time. I'm taking him now..."
"Wait!" I shouted.
She stopped in her tracks.
"Haven't you realised what he has been doing?"
She turned back, her eyes digging into every inch of my skin.
"Well, I don't really care. He's spending too much time out. Now, its his turn to bond with me..."
She spread her cloak, showing a dagger penetrating the heart of a mantis, and took off, oblivious to the noise of the crowd behind her.
I silently murmured, "He was just trying to further his foray into the realm of academia..."
(to be continued)
sorry for the drop in standard, but i am amazed at this.
---
Before the elder could continue with his speech, a messenger from the outside arrived.
"Good sir, good sir! the assistant to the new Elder of Prosia has been abducted!"
I ran out, only to meet with a gaunt lady in a shawl, carrying my unconscious assistant. His glasses had fallen off his pimpled face.
"Oh. sorry guys... but he has killed too much of his time. I'm taking him now..."
"Wait!" I shouted.
She stopped in her tracks.
"Haven't you realised what he has been doing?"
She turned back, her eyes digging into every inch of my skin.
"Well, I don't really care. He's spending too much time out. Now, its his turn to bond with me..."
She spread her cloak, showing a dagger penetrating the heart of a mantis, and took off, oblivious to the noise of the crowd behind her.
I silently murmured, "He was just trying to further his foray into the realm of academia..."
(to be continued)
the cosy hot warm bed, where we sleep and sleep and sleep, and speculate upon the great mysteries of peace and actually waking up at 6 in the morning for useless things like morning assemblies and math lessons. and then we continue sleeping, and we sleep and sleep and sleep, and sleep like dead pigs.
iii. anew.
*** please read i. Prologue and ii. a reflection first. if not, you might not understand what is inside here. thanks.
---
"Years ago, I passed one of my sacred elixirs down to the Elder of Creativity. And from that elixir, he empowered three new elders, each to take charge of one third of the populace:
the populace of Reptilia, now led by a high and mighty UpperClassMan;
the populace of Jepsia, now led by a calculative and meticulous one who had a sleight-of-hand;
the populace of Prosia, now led by..."
All eyes were pointing in my direction. Apparently, they had all anticipated his answer.
I rose to governance of Prosia just a week ago, when the elder, in his traditional violet velvet cloak and cape, passed upon me an enchanted scroll, and remarked,
"I am much honoured to pass on this duty to you. However, the weight of governing a populace is a great one, and only one as weighty as I can govern this populace, which is of the greatest number. I now entrust you with this responsibility."
Unrolling the scroll, many secret curses, hexes and buffs known only to the elders were made known to me. My already burgeoning spell repertoire grew even bigger.
"as you all know, the populace of Reptilia, with their orange banner, has a small contingent of impeccable alchemists and mathematicians, the largest and smallest being two feet apart. Green Jepsia has the benefit of one genius who knows almost all of the incantations of the elders, and one who is versed in the dark languages, speaking more than a dozen tongues, including Chinese (to communicate with the new Elder of Accountancy). Prosia is a populace with dark powers, as almost all Prosians were able to generate an Electro-Magnetic Oscillation at will, easily decimating the other populaces and clinching the inaugural Best Populace Championship."
"it now falls on to this three to keep up the country, and protect us against the impending doom that will befall us..."
a gasp was omniscient upon the onlookers. but i knew, indeed, a dark force was rising...
(to be continued)
---
"Years ago, I passed one of my sacred elixirs down to the Elder of Creativity. And from that elixir, he empowered three new elders, each to take charge of one third of the populace:
the populace of Reptilia, now led by a high and mighty UpperClassMan;
the populace of Jepsia, now led by a calculative and meticulous one who had a sleight-of-hand;
the populace of Prosia, now led by..."
All eyes were pointing in my direction. Apparently, they had all anticipated his answer.
I rose to governance of Prosia just a week ago, when the elder, in his traditional violet velvet cloak and cape, passed upon me an enchanted scroll, and remarked,
"I am much honoured to pass on this duty to you. However, the weight of governing a populace is a great one, and only one as weighty as I can govern this populace, which is of the greatest number. I now entrust you with this responsibility."
Unrolling the scroll, many secret curses, hexes and buffs known only to the elders were made known to me. My already burgeoning spell repertoire grew even bigger.
"as you all know, the populace of Reptilia, with their orange banner, has a small contingent of impeccable alchemists and mathematicians, the largest and smallest being two feet apart. Green Jepsia has the benefit of one genius who knows almost all of the incantations of the elders, and one who is versed in the dark languages, speaking more than a dozen tongues, including Chinese (to communicate with the new Elder of Accountancy). Prosia is a populace with dark powers, as almost all Prosians were able to generate an Electro-Magnetic Oscillation at will, easily decimating the other populaces and clinching the inaugural Best Populace Championship."
"it now falls on to this three to keep up the country, and protect us against the impending doom that will befall us..."
a gasp was omniscient upon the onlookers. but i knew, indeed, a dark force was rising...
(to be continued)
hallo hallo! welcome to LYS. long yellow silver.
yellow silver is gold. gold nicer than silver. im a millionaire.
ahh the counterrr stafff verrry horny. stay away.
if u scared can always go back to LJS. long john silver.
waaahh john! u got long silver ahh! how many kg ur silver!!
but of course im still richer than u. i got yellow silver.
or issit john very long, and he got silver..
ee john u got a long cock!! later LYS come and look for LJS
or mebbe john's long cock got silver...
ok i am SO NOT gonna ever have my chicken combo ever again.
chicken cutlet. made from hens and cocks.
yar here i am talking cock again.
or bullshit, if u prefer. but we dun serve that at LJS, it's exclusive to Yoshinoya.
hi! amah shita, welcome to YOOO~SHInoYAAH~
we have terriyaki beef, teriyaki bull and teriyaki bullshit as well. comes with rice bowl and fresh miso soup.
0310h on the clock now.
like how random and uncivilised.
yellow silver is gold. gold nicer than silver. im a millionaire.
ahh the counterrr stafff verrry horny. stay away.
if u scared can always go back to LJS. long john silver.
waaahh john! u got long silver ahh! how many kg ur silver!!
but of course im still richer than u. i got yellow silver.
or issit john very long, and he got silver..
ee john u got a long cock!! later LYS come and look for LJS
or mebbe john's long cock got silver...
ok i am SO NOT gonna ever have my chicken combo ever again.
chicken cutlet. made from hens and cocks.
yar here i am talking cock again.
or bullshit, if u prefer. but we dun serve that at LJS, it's exclusive to Yoshinoya.
hi! amah shita, welcome to YOOO~SHInoYAAH~
we have terriyaki beef, teriyaki bull and teriyaki bullshit as well. comes with rice bowl and fresh miso soup.
0310h on the clock now.
like how random and uncivilised.
back again, so late alr. 0225h on my clock now~
oh and btw in referance to surya's post, i once thre an apple 10 metres in the air and it whammed and broke a research congress booth in two. there was juice and pulp everywhere which made stephen laugh like shit.
well the booth looked like shit anyway. biotech fair was fun :D
not to mention that going around with our carrots (meant for booth display) and whacking people on the head with carrots was fun.
ahahah the carrots all broke!! eugene ur skull too thick! and they rotted and we had shit for display on our booth for the next two days. spastic laffter!!!!!!!!! :D:D:D:D:D:D
oh and btw in referance to surya's post, i once thre an apple 10 metres in the air and it whammed and broke a research congress booth in two. there was juice and pulp everywhere which made stephen laugh like shit.
well the booth looked like shit anyway. biotech fair was fun :D
not to mention that going around with our carrots (meant for booth display) and whacking people on the head with carrots was fun.
ahahah the carrots all broke!! eugene ur skull too thick! and they rotted and we had shit for display on our booth for the next two days. spastic laffter!!!!!!!!! :D:D:D:D:D:D
oh yays how gd it is to be back here.
haizz.. the history of rc saga.. i rili duno why u had to do this zijie. maybe its jus me, maybe its jus u, but i hope it rili is over and for good, so that those who are interested with it can continue with it.
history of rirc.. and now..
oh well like how randoms. muses~
haizz.. the history of rc saga.. i rili duno why u had to do this zijie. maybe its jus me, maybe its jus u, but i hope it rili is over and for good, so that those who are interested with it can continue with it.
history of rirc.. and now..
oh well like how randoms. muses~
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
ii. a reflection.
*** This is the 2nd post in a series of novel installments.
to prevent spoilers, please read "i. prologue" first.
---
i never realised that i was never to become his direct successor.
the other elders had already chosen their descendents:
the Elder of Charity chose one who had Sinned much in his life, and gave him a chance at redemption;
the Elder of Accountancy chose one who came from foreign lands, where the other end of the Silk Road led to;
the Elder of Creativity chose one who had been gifted with unlimited purity, whose juices of joy could be spread across the land;
the Elder of Discipline chose one who was learned at the art of deception, yet blessed with a heart of gold;
the Great Elder chose one who had been determined from the start to wield the sceptre of leadership.
however, little did i know that there were still the three masked elders that had not yet chosen...
(to be continued)
to prevent spoilers, please read "i. prologue" first.
---
i never realised that i was never to become his direct successor.
the other elders had already chosen their descendents:
the Elder of Charity chose one who had Sinned much in his life, and gave him a chance at redemption;
the Elder of Accountancy chose one who came from foreign lands, where the other end of the Silk Road led to;
the Elder of Creativity chose one who had been gifted with unlimited purity, whose juices of joy could be spread across the land;
the Elder of Discipline chose one who was learned at the art of deception, yet blessed with a heart of gold;
the Great Elder chose one who had been determined from the start to wield the sceptre of leadership.
however, little did i know that there were still the three masked elders that had not yet chosen...
(to be continued)
i. prologue.
the elder had not spoken for a few days already.
we all knew him as someone kind, someone that was willing to talk to us whenever we were down. however, his behaviour these days was unfortunately not so.
some of us thought that he was passing on.
and indeed, one fateful evening in the sweltering summer of August, he called us into the chamber deepest within our palace.
placing himself firmly upon the clammy throne, he whispered,
"bewarned, for i will not be with you for much longer. i have been here for ten thousand years, supported by the elixir that many of us hold dear. yet, as the still water runs dry, it is my duty to pass on the most potent concoction to one of you... one of you who deserve this."
we shifted restlessly. calling for silence, he continued,
"when i meet a friend, a string twines between us. and as time progresses and we interact and learn and understand more about each other, the string... the bond gets stronger everyday, till one day... when the bond is so strong... that i'm willing to sacrifice my life for that person. it's... unimaginable; i'll do anything to make that guy happy. and that's my concept of friends."
he picked up a twine of the finest quality, and remarked,
"my friendship with each one of you is like this twine. throughout my life, i have tried to make everyone as happy as possible. every one of your smiles... have proved, once and again, that i was still capable... of bringing happiness to all of you."
i tilted my head upwards, gazing at the beautifully ornamented ceiling. the night had just begun...
(to be continued)
we all knew him as someone kind, someone that was willing to talk to us whenever we were down. however, his behaviour these days was unfortunately not so.
some of us thought that he was passing on.
and indeed, one fateful evening in the sweltering summer of August, he called us into the chamber deepest within our palace.
placing himself firmly upon the clammy throne, he whispered,
"bewarned, for i will not be with you for much longer. i have been here for ten thousand years, supported by the elixir that many of us hold dear. yet, as the still water runs dry, it is my duty to pass on the most potent concoction to one of you... one of you who deserve this."
we shifted restlessly. calling for silence, he continued,
"when i meet a friend, a string twines between us. and as time progresses and we interact and learn and understand more about each other, the string... the bond gets stronger everyday, till one day... when the bond is so strong... that i'm willing to sacrifice my life for that person. it's... unimaginable; i'll do anything to make that guy happy. and that's my concept of friends."
he picked up a twine of the finest quality, and remarked,
"my friendship with each one of you is like this twine. throughout my life, i have tried to make everyone as happy as possible. every one of your smiles... have proved, once and again, that i was still capable... of bringing happiness to all of you."
i tilted my head upwards, gazing at the beautifully ornamented ceiling. the night had just begun...
(to be continued)
Monday, September 03, 2007
Apathy
I grow tired of the people marching outside my door.
It's already been three days already. Aren't they tired?
After all, I didn't move to the city to experience this, you know.
Are they protesting against democracy? Against the government?
Only time will tell.
Now, I bid them farewell
as I patiently wait the last 12 hours to 9th August.
It's already been three days already. Aren't they tired?
After all, I didn't move to the city to experience this, you know.
Are they protesting against democracy? Against the government?
Only time will tell.
Now, I bid them farewell
as I patiently wait the last 12 hours to 9th August.
Sunday, September 02, 2007
Saturday, September 01, 2007
random
emo - my odor.
emo makes odorous eyes manipulate organs.
everyday, must odorous evil muster organisms?
environmental mice orientate envoys - mine own. =)
Eventually, methinks, ok.
emo makes odorous eyes manipulate organs.
everyday, must odorous evil muster organisms?
environmental mice orientate envoys - mine own. =)
Eventually, methinks, ok.
Thursday, August 09, 2007
Sunday, August 05, 2007
blearh
sheesh first time using blogger since dunno how long ago
wheeeeee
so cooooool
im blogging!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HI HI HI HI HI
omgomgomgomg
bah dunno wad to blog
EMO is baaad for health
dats al for todae folks
diao
lucky luck star
WHAT I"VE DONE! ROX SONG!
wheeeeee
so cooooool
im blogging!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HI HI HI HI HI
omgomgomgomg
bah dunno wad to blog
EMO is baaad for health
dats al for todae folks
diao
lucky luck star
WHAT I"VE DONE! ROX SONG!
Thursday, August 02, 2007
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Ms Goh's Present for 2G
Say also don't listen
Listen also don't understand
Don't understand also don't ask
Ask also don't do
Do also do wrongly
Do wrongly also don't admit
Admit also don't correct
Correct also not happy
Not happy also don't say
Listen also don't understand
Don't understand also don't ask
Ask also don't do
Do also do wrongly
Do wrongly also don't admit
Admit also don't correct
Correct also not happy
Not happy also don't say
Sunday, July 08, 2007
We are
We are of the sleepy variety of students
who sleep like sleepy students do
where sleep is as rampant as truancy
when math classes are like cabbages
which stink of old ladies and old farts -
what in the world are old farts and
how are they doing in my cabbage soup?
they fart and say: we're doing fine, thank you! and
then: we like cabbages because they smell like
them old ladies who do math better
than rampant students. they all play truant so well,
that sleeping is the habit of
the sleepy variety of sleepy cabbages that we sleepily are.
who sleep like sleepy students do
where sleep is as rampant as truancy
when math classes are like cabbages
which stink of old ladies and old farts -
what in the world are old farts and
how are they doing in my cabbage soup?
they fart and say: we're doing fine, thank you! and
then: we like cabbages because they smell like
them old ladies who do math better
than rampant students. they all play truant so well,
that sleeping is the habit of
the sleepy variety of sleepy cabbages that we sleepily are.
Nonsensical Thingy
Pick the month you were born:
January —– I kicked
February —– I loved
March —– I smoked
April —– I dry humped
May —– I choked on
June —– I murdered
July —– I did the Macarena with
August —– I had lunch with
September —– I danced with
October —– I sang to
November —– I yelled at
December —– I ran over
Pick the day (number) you were born on:
1 ——- a birdbath
2 ——- a monster
3 ——- a phone
4 ——- a fork
5 ——- a Mexican
6 ——- a gangster
7 ——- my cell phone
8 ——- my dog
9 ——- my best friend’s boyfriend
10 —— my neighbour
11 ——- my science teacher
12 ——- a banana
13 ——- a fireman
14 ——- a stuffed animal
15 ——- a goat
16 ——- a pickle
17 ——- your mom
18 ——- a spoon
19 ——- myself
20 ——- a baseball bat
21 ——- a ninja
22 —– a model
23 ——- a noodle
24 ——- a squirrel
25 ——- a football player
26 ——- my sister
27 ——- my brother
28 ——- an ipod
29 —— a permanent marker
30 ——- a llama
31 ——- a homeless guy
Pick the color of shirt you are wearing:
White —— because I’m cool like that.
Black ——- because that’s how I roll.
Pink ——– because I’m NOT a homosexual
Red ——– because the voices told me to do so
Blue ——– because I’m sexy and I do what I want
Green —– because I hate myself.
Purple —– because I’m cool.
Gray ——- because I was drunk.
Yellow —– because someone offered me 1,000,000 dollars.
Orange —- because I hate my family.
Brown —– because I was high.
Other —— because I’m a ninja.
None ——- because I can’t control myself.
Now type out the sentence you made and pass it on!
This thing is quite nonsensical -.-
January —– I kicked
February —– I loved
March —– I smoked
April —– I dry humped
May —– I choked on
June —– I murdered
July —– I did the Macarena with
August —– I had lunch with
September —– I danced with
October —– I sang to
November —– I yelled at
December —– I ran over
Pick the day (number) you were born on:
1 ——- a birdbath
2 ——- a monster
3 ——- a phone
4 ——- a fork
5 ——- a Mexican
6 ——- a gangster
7 ——- my cell phone
8 ——- my dog
9 ——- my best friend’s boyfriend
10 —— my neighbour
11 ——- my science teacher
12 ——- a banana
13 ——- a fireman
14 ——- a stuffed animal
15 ——- a goat
16 ——- a pickle
17 ——- your mom
18 ——- a spoon
19 ——- myself
20 ——- a baseball bat
21 ——- a ninja
22 —– a model
23 ——- a noodle
24 ——- a squirrel
25 ——- a football player
26 ——- my sister
27 ——- my brother
28 ——- an ipod
29 —— a permanent marker
30 ——- a llama
31 ——- a homeless guy
Pick the color of shirt you are wearing:
White —— because I’m cool like that.
Black ——- because that’s how I roll.
Pink ——– because I’m NOT a homosexual
Red ——– because the voices told me to do so
Blue ——– because I’m sexy and I do what I want
Green —– because I hate myself.
Purple —– because I’m cool.
Gray ——- because I was drunk.
Yellow —– because someone offered me 1,000,000 dollars.
Orange —- because I hate my family.
Brown —– because I was high.
Other —— because I’m a ninja.
None ——- because I can’t control myself.
Now type out the sentence you made and pass it on!
This thing is quite nonsensical -.-
Saturday, July 07, 2007
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wahah i start spamming blog posts. beware!
heard you guys are having a games day or something today. are you all gonna play the bollywoodgame?!
i'm supposed to join hadi and you guys for lunch today. but my debt to the sleep gods is unforgivable so i just woke up. yawn.
heard you guys are having a games day or something today. are you all gonna play the bollywoodgame?!
i'm supposed to join hadi and you guys for lunch today. but my debt to the sleep gods is unforgivable so i just woke up. yawn.
Sunday, July 01, 2007
stop me from spamming this place
you know you want to stamp out my smug spammer smile. therefore post!
i give you a new game my sister invented! its called the [to be politically correct it's now called] THE BOLLYVOOD GAME!
1. two people stand on either sides of a tree. make sure the tree is thick enough so they can't see each other.
2. play scissors-paper-stone - the winner starts first.
3. someone at the side claps and sings muneru vaaliba
4. for every clap (clap slowly!), the two players have to put their heads out from behind the tree trunk. there are six positions you can choose - top left, middle left, bottom left, and top right, middle right and bottom right.
5. aim of game: for every odd-number clap (ie, 1st, 3rd, 5th clap etc) the scissorspaperstone winner needs to avoid seeing the other player eye to eye (ie, without putting his head in the same spot as the other person), the penalty being losing. similarly, for every even-number clap, the other person has to avoid seeing the first person eye to eye.
6. once the two people see eye to eye, the game ends. determining who wins and who loses depends on point no. 5 (see above)
SO THERE! can get dean and mathan to play it at pop XP
i give you a new game my sister invented! its called the [to be politically correct it's now called] THE BOLLYVOOD GAME!
1. two people stand on either sides of a tree. make sure the tree is thick enough so they can't see each other.
2. play scissors-paper-stone - the winner starts first.
3. someone at the side claps and sings muneru vaaliba
4. for every clap (clap slowly!), the two players have to put their heads out from behind the tree trunk. there are six positions you can choose - top left, middle left, bottom left, and top right, middle right and bottom right.
5. aim of game: for every odd-number clap (ie, 1st, 3rd, 5th clap etc) the scissorspaperstone winner needs to avoid seeing the other player eye to eye (ie, without putting his head in the same spot as the other person), the penalty being losing. similarly, for every even-number clap, the other person has to avoid seeing the first person eye to eye.
6. once the two people see eye to eye, the game ends. determining who wins and who loses depends on point no. 5 (see above)
SO THERE! can get dean and mathan to play it at pop XP
err.... tankew.
wahaha. this is in tribute to the 7-11guy at rjc! whats his name again... philip i think! i would think ri guys know him - hoards of sec 1s bombard the place to buy cup noodles .-.
"err... *looks at you suddenly, after having scrutinized his palm for what must be the 200th time that day* tankew. have a nice day. *megawatt smile*"
WAHHAHHAA. i'm mean, yes. but i do think the guy is slightly autistic though.
yay surya posts! HADI YOU PROMISED TO POST.
"err... *looks at you suddenly, after having scrutinized his palm for what must be the 200th time that day* tankew. have a nice day. *megawatt smile*"
WAHHAHHAA. i'm mean, yes. but i do think the guy is slightly autistic though.
yay surya posts! HADI YOU PROMISED TO POST.
Saturday, June 30, 2007
I Dunch Know
go find one then! but by right it should be ljs. you have to be proud of our rc tradition!
but if really choose another place, then we can always change the title and address of this blog ^^
let's do a detailed analysis of the suitability of each fast food restaurant as a new hangout:
1. Macs:
the first thing that comes to mind when you think fast food is unevitably, macdonalds. therefore it has to be immediately taken out of consideration. macs is like how boring and how unoriginal. its like writing xiao ming and xiao li in chinese essays. or to be politically correct, john and mary in english essays. and mohamed and sitis and rajas and rajainas.
2. KFC:
chicken is nice, the place caters to the mentally handicapped by hiring them. but. the freaky old guy in the corner smiling and staring at you the same way you smile and stare at a zinger burger when you're hungry - NO WAY.
3. LJS:
OIL. NO VEG. UNHEALTHY.
4. SUBWAY:
Royce likes subway.
therefore the winner is SUBWAY!
don't you all like hang out and eat after trainings? so old already, dont need to wait for mommy and daddy to fetch you home right *patpat*.
but if really choose another place, then we can always change the title and address of this blog ^^
let's do a detailed analysis of the suitability of each fast food restaurant as a new hangout:
1. Macs:
the first thing that comes to mind when you think fast food is unevitably, macdonalds. therefore it has to be immediately taken out of consideration. macs is like how boring and how unoriginal. its like writing xiao ming and xiao li in chinese essays. or to be politically correct, john and mary in english essays. and mohamed and sitis and rajas and rajainas.
2. KFC:
chicken is nice, the place caters to the mentally handicapped by hiring them. but. the freaky old guy in the corner smiling and staring at you the same way you smile and stare at a zinger burger when you're hungry - NO WAY.
3. LJS:
OIL. NO VEG. UNHEALTHY.
4. SUBWAY:
Royce likes subway.
therefore the winner is SUBWAY!
don't you all like hang out and eat after trainings? so old already, dont need to wait for mommy and daddy to fetch you home right *patpat*.
Thursday, June 28, 2007
WAH LAO POST LAH HOW WAS CAMP
and we're back in business!! ^_^
renovated, new menu, new people. older people.
royce likes the hokkien phrase lao hia. try saying it, it produces an enjoyable nasal sound. you have to pretend like you're some old ah-pek who drinks so much coffee and talks so much hokkien that his nose forever has to be picked at the coffee-shop.
ENJOY THE NEW TEMPLATE DESIGN (even though it might be a cheapskate blogger clickbuttonversion - the colour scheme! tell me it rocks!). AND POST DAMMIT.
renovated, new menu, new people. older people.
royce likes the hokkien phrase lao hia. try saying it, it produces an enjoyable nasal sound. you have to pretend like you're some old ah-pek who drinks so much coffee and talks so much hokkien that his nose forever has to be picked at the coffee-shop.
ENJOY THE NEW TEMPLATE DESIGN (even though it might be a cheapskate blogger clickbuttonversion - the colour scheme! tell me it rocks!). AND POST DAMMIT.
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