Ukiah

I suppose this blog is dead.

Woot.

Not like I care.

I watched Yes Man today. It's a interesting show. Watch it. No, seriously, it's quite funny.

It is less than a week till school reopening. :D

Time to recap the December holidays, because I'm oh so bored and I don't feel like sleeping.

Hmm.
I did all sort of bullshit this holiday, I guess. I slacked off at home, killed my blog, revived it, killed it, revived it. Played a ton of video games because well. they're video games. Finally got the clan started woot. Made the clan blog, updated it frequently, then killed it. Awesome. Made all sorts of random friends online! (: Also lost a couple of friends D: Oh shit this is fucking stupid.

Bye.

An update a week keeps the reader half-asleep.

China.

Okay, what can i talk about today incoherently without people realizing my sentences contain zero content? Nah, nothing. Let me consider chronologically listing my day's activities in the hope that eventually someone will be vaguely intrigued.

Let's see. Today was pretty boring. Woke up 10 odd. Skipped breakfast because I was too groggy and plopped myself in front of the computer. Woohoo. Randomly surfed because that's what people do. Then I had lunch.

Okay this is totally bullshit. My life is so uneventful to start with. What on earth do people talk about anyway? The weather? The weather is fine today it didn't rain like other days in December and that's pretty awesome because rain makes me emo. And the rain in Spain stays mainly on the plain. Word.

Have you figured out that I'm just typing really fast and saying whatever comes into my head yet? No? Never mind. Anyway, Merry Christmas everyone. Because we all love giving presents and receiving them. Nah more of the receiving. Oh, the festive season puts joy in our hearts and holes in our wallets. I'm going to save up and buy myself a life.

Dylan Tries To Write A Haiku

Syllables count five
Seven letters in cartoons
Oh! Spongebob Squarepants.

So Sos So ssososo

Anyway I just thought I'd update this blog for awhile seeing as I'm boring my life away everyday. I seriously do not know how all those regular bloggers can keep this up. Everyday, your horde of zombies logs on, randomly clicks your url and expects a fresh read. A fresh insight into what you ate, where you went, how many times you rubbed your genitals while you bathed or whatever. And you guys never fail to disappoint, huh.

I bet the general blogging community must spend like hours on blogging. A new post! ZOMG. Like, OMG I must put out a new blog post today to appease and entertain my readers! First, let me ramble on about what I did yesterday, and then today! And here's some new joke that some random BFF told me! And for the fun of it, I'm going to put up a YouTube video showcasing my favourite idol XXX. Drools repeatedly!

For the record, no, the idol in question is not a porn star.

I shall continue babbling. Hm. Maybe I shall compose another poem. After all, my dark, dark, soul filled with the demons within is dying to spit out my words of the satanic death and spin my life into a black, black oblivion. Maybe I will go goth. Goth people are intriguing. They run around- wait, scratch that. They... herd around in their groups, constantly looking down, with their spiked collars and black notebooks full of demonic sonnets, and their black facepaint, nail polish, whatever whatever. Talk about a lifestyle. On that point, talk about a racist. They should make a new clique called the Kcube. Everyone walks around in white, bleaches their hair a silverish grey and chants self-composed Gregorian tunes about the destruction of the African-Americans. Heck, put the Kcubians in a room with the Goths and let them debate or something. Wait, no, not the goths, I meant the African-Americans. Could you imagine that- World War II all over again. Or maybe to keep it non violent, they could have a rap contest or something. Fo shizzle. Drizzle.

BLACK IS THE COLOUR OF MY PIERCED HEART

today i had six crackers with cream cheese
this is true, no lie there.
Oh! Stomach, be full please
Poker can be won even with a pair.

Update

I read somewhere in an article that to captivate your audience you must do something that makes them remember it.

Fuck you. All of you.
Good morning.

fetishforouterspace!

it is complex
it is strange
when clutched to heart
it runs away

i used to believe in karma
fuck karma.

I just thought of another one.

It Burns My Eye and Ass At The Same Time

green and thorny, in my eye
anal probe is a cacti
visual glands they pierce so deep
even rectum gets no sleep

Lololol

I purchased Guitar Hero World Tour the other day.

Bloody awesome :D

I am currently gouging my eyes out trying to play Assassin.

Wish me luck.

1) Each player of this game starts off with 10 weird things/ habits/little known facts about yourself

2) People who get tagged need to write in a blog of their own, 10 weird things/habit/ little known facts as well as state this rule clearly

3) At the end, you need to choose 10 people to be tagged, and list their names.

4) No tag back


Facts about me :)

1. When I'm at home I listen to music 24/7. Literally, except when I sleep. Oh glorious iPod speakers, loev loev loev.

2. After using the toilet, when I wash my hands I have this weird tendency to twitch once. :/

3. I'm not hyper/retarded/talk so much at home. Seriously, I'm like a loner D: Creeeepy.

4. I can bend my arms in the opposite direction of the joints by about 30-40 degrees. Pretty cool.
5. I has a mole on my right butt cheek. Wanna see?

6. I unconsciously take my brother's clothes by accident from his wardrobe every now and then.

7. Ada, the term for that kind of song is 'earworm' and some weird MCR (ugh) song has been stuck in my head since OBS.

8. Sometimes I feel like I'm falling then I suddenly feel weak and tired for no reason.

9. I do all my random bullcrap because I hate it when I'm with a group of people and there's silence, so I like to make them laughz. D:

10. I have this fascination to shopping carts and trying to get the dollar coin out.

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10 people to tag! (Aka, leave the people who you know and just fill in the rest with blabber)

1. Serene

2. blabber

3. blabber

4. blabber

5. Shaun

6. Shriram

7. Desmond

8. blabber

9. Herng Yi

10. blabber

I'm a Chinese!

Wurgenblarghen.

I despise blogging. :/ I hate it so much. I hate writing words for the world to see, coherent sentences and paragraphs to entertain the masses. But yet I come back like every so often and I rattle in the stupid blogger url and then I write some crap. Is there some sort of drug in the blog system? It keeps drawing me back, day after day after day after day, retarded bullshit.

I'm going to post now.

Meh, what the heck. No one even reads this. Probably. If people even read it, I don't think they tag annyway.

This is me ignoring the world.

Thanks all

Meh, I'm not wallowing in self-pity or anything like that, so I don't want you guys to go 'sorry, are you okay' and all that stuff. I just thought a tribute was fitting. But thanks to all of you guys for offering your comments and condolences and stuff. It was appreciated.

I'm not bothering to post about OBS. Fun, but posting is a waste of time.

Tribute

And on that fateful Wednesday night
when the storms shook the tent
he was the first to go
but I slept on, oblivious

When we lose something so dear
only do we realize how much it means to us

When we lose something so fast
only do we realize how much it has done for us

And when he leaves you in the midst of a dream
only do I realize how little I have repaid.

Hooch
1997-2008

You were more than what you ever needed to be.
Thanks for the memories.

1337 is me,

I am officially pro.

I am currently using my PS3 to do all things I do on the computer everyday. Bar MSN, that includes Jootube, MTGdaily, KOL, blogging, and all the other browser-based crap I do. That is possibly the most important and impotent (no sp thar) decision I have made in my life. Yes it is three times slower and requires deft fingers to repeatedly zoom, crop, twist, turn and buttonmash O and X, but it is so much more time-consuming.

Be surprised. I have found a way to kill time. I love you all.

Bye.

Pulverize the Eiffel tower

Okay I am bored at the holidays.

My agenda for today has been as follows:
Wake up.
Fall back asleep after phone's alarm stops when it falls off my dresser.
Wake up again, and trip over aforementioned phone.
Randomly search for OBS shit.
Play games.
Eat more, sleep more.
Repeat as necessary.

I hate it. I hate waking up with no constructive thoughts. I hate waking up with no goal and aim for the day. I hate waking up and doing nothing but stoning and/or playing games and/or wasting my life away. I want to go back to school *INSERT SHOCKZ HERE*

As I have probably (definitely) mentioned before, i hate the holidays. I want to see my friends, I want to play random magic games. Plus, I think my blog's rotting itself away. I have such a high amount of taggers I even amaze myself. Don't even know why I'm blogging. Eventually it's gonna rot and I'm gonna quit blogging anyway.

Meh.

There is only one thing to do in times of such tense and melodramatic.. (drama?) ideals. I must rant about Rick Astley.

Rick Astley is possibly, the most ownage person ever created by the fusion of sperm and egg. I'm serious. Let me first point out a few reasons to said statement. He has red hair. Red, mahogany, amber, don't really care. But red hair is like epic cool. As a matter of fact, coloured hair in general is cool. Unless it's like white or shit. Nah, most of the time it's bright, non-green coloured hair that's nice. Proof- Rick Astley.

Fuck, I give up. I'm chaining random words together while my brain ponders about dinner.

See you in a long time.

Let me quote Shri's blog:

Sports Day is a weird concept. I mean, a day of life dedicated to sports. That's just weird.

Being the primitive nonconformist beings that we are, we decided to skip the planned activities. In the prime (or lack thereof) of our youth we obviously felt the urge to rage against the machine and so we did. However, an example of a being who was obviously more experienced in life and knew what was best for us youths chanced upon us engaging in merriment. This pinnacle of knowledge, obviously boasting cognitive skills far superior to ours, realised that we were wasting our life playing with various pieces of cardboard (as opposed to others who are utilising their breathing time well by running in circles and/or watching said others run in circles). Said being then proceeded to confiscate all that we possessed for merriment, and left in a hurry. As we gazed in the infinite awe of her intelligence we realised that we had but one bidding, and that was to join the conformist hordes and watch the events of running around in circles. While we attempted to do this with the recommended amount of spirit and joy, our decadent and useless voids of souls refused to enjoy this. Thus we soon proceeded to swath ourselves in a mire of decadent music, which refreshed our twisted souls. Thank you, O mighty being for saving our souls from the wretched cards! We have certainly gained much knowledge from this experience.

At least they have.

Listen to me when I say 'keep your cards'.

Ignoring the underlying message of the wise man's cries, the fool ran off the cliff and plunged to his demise. He can find much company in those who lost their cards today. Peace be upon your souls!

QFT.

Today was a rather interesting day. We got our cards and shit confiscated and shit. It was interesting on the whole. Sports Day is retarded. I hate the whole enthusiastic mainstream running gays. I hate supporting them. I hate watching them. On the contrary, I enjoy sitting on the fifth floor spiral staircase and listening to Rick Astley while trying to emo.

I don't understand why our stuff was taken. What, because we didn't become sheep followers? Because we didn't want to watch the stupid events so we did something else? There's like dozens of people in the concourse not giving a shit, and more in the library playing computer games. There's idiots in the canteen and in the student lounge and for some reason, because we're 400 metres further from the damned track we are the ones who get raped.

Meh, too lazy to give a shit right now.

Bye.

p.s., it means Quoted for Truth. Go read more forums.

Boredom caused by spiking ignorance

Today was loads and loads of crapola thrown into a ball and blended. Smoothly.

Nah it was k.

Let me do everything in chronological order because John inspires me. Seriously his blog posts are more innovative than all of you retards.

Today, I came to school in the school bus. I fell asleep inside again as I was listening to sleepy music on my iPod. My headphones are black, my uncle bought them for me. They are quite comfortable.
(Dylan gives up here.) Blah, anyway concourse was a normal sleepfest. I need to get my 8 hours man. Cereal.

WOO. Trigo. I love you, trigo. You have shown me so much enlightenment that I fail so badly at math. God. Maybe I should have studied more. Key word here is studied, not more.

Geog was k.

Congrats to Ray and all the other history people who have project presentation today. I must admit, Mr. Anselm Chu is frighteningly efficient, don't you agree? I mean, collecting homework and doing presentations after exam marking is so.. hm. wholesome. It really prepares you for the upcoming exams... oh wait.

I am bored now and I have nothing to say.
dYLANZ.

Potpourri

Today was scriptchecking. Oh joy. On the bright side I got to come back to school, which is so cool. I got to flame random idiots and talk shit and play Magic and all random stuff I like to do.

So. Scriptchecking.. Whooo. A joyride of incredibly optimistic emotion and happiness jumbled up and shaken (not stirred) into a martini of goodness with a tenderly juicy frozen strawberry on top! :DDDDD love love <3.


I Hate scriptchecking forever. Let this rage express my hate.


Bye.
An Ego is Me!

Burned out Chinese takeout.

So I made a new blog. I am bored. I was bored. Now I am still bored.

I officially hate the holidays. I'm not doing anything constructive 'sides doing a bit of reading. Most of the time (read, 12 hours a day), I'm on the computer playing games, talking shit or re-playin KoL :)))) MY NEW VICE. KOL R BEST GAME EVAH, GO PLAY NAO.

I hate the holidays. I wish they could scrap holidays, make us go back to school but let us do whatever we want. Seriously. I'd rather spend my whole month or so of holidays in school talking with friends and playing Magic the whole goddamn day. I hate the holidays. What's the point of staying at home? I do nothing anyway. I have practically no inclination to go out, and poof, my holiday mood's gone. I'm depressed. Damn. Let me shuffle my iTunes (a free-to-download convenient music experience!) to the next song and let the title speak the emotions in my head.

Dance- Motorhead.

Okay, not the effect I was looking for.

Anyway luckily, I am quite pleased with my savings so far. I have saved 46 dollars in a reasonably short amount of time, and luckily it won't be gone until Wednesday. I suppose that's an improvement... I guess. Bitch. Oh well, I want to purchase Rock Band 2 and rape souls.

Leaving random people who read this with a quote/lyric/chew-on-it shit:

Banana Banana Banana Banana Terracotta Banana Banana Terracotta Pie.