Hello Shaun/Shriram/Ada/Debra/Rachel/John.

Dylan is updating his blog.

2009-03-23T05:10:00.000-07:00

Terry Chen is a joke.

lol bored

2009-02-24T06:49:00.000-08:00

One. Word. Only. No. Repeats.

1. Where is your cell phone? Table.
2. Your significant other? Unsignificant.
3. Your hair? Head.
4. Your mother? Upstairs.
5. Your father? Also
6. Your favorite time of day? Dawn.
7. Your dream last night? WTFONEWORDHOWTODESCRIBE.
8. Your favorite drink? Water!
9. Your dream goal? Career!
10. The room you’re in? Yeah.
11. Your ex? No.
12. Your fear? Death.
13. Where do you want to be in 6 years? Dunno.
14. What you are not? Penguin.
15. Your Favorite meal? Soup!
16. One of your wish list items? Earphones
17. The last thing you did? Type.
18. Where you grew up? Here.
19. What are you wearing? Apparel.
20. Your TV is? Small.
21. Your pets? Dogs
22. Your computer? Utilized.
23. Your life? Kay.
24. Your mood? Emo.
25. Missing someone? Nope.
26. Your car? Yours?
27. Something you’re not wearing? Earrings!
28. Favorite store? Mine!
29. Your summer? Everyday.
30. Your favorite color? Orange.
31. When is the last time you laughed? 1?
32. When is the last time you cried? :P
33. Your health? Good.
34. Your children? Nonexistent.
35. Your future? Ahead.
36. Your beliefs? False.
37. Young or old? Young.
38. Your image? Virtual Upright Diminished. Screw the one word thing.
39. Your appearance? Tall!
40. Would you live your life over again knowing what you know? DUH

Mark your confessions:

[x] I’m afraid of silence.
[ ] I Talk A LOT when I get really nervous.
[x] I am really ticklish!
[ ] I’m afraid of the dark.
[ ] I’m afraid of facing my back to open doors at night.
[ ] I can’t sleep in a room if the door is open.
[ ] I can’t sleep in a room if the door is closed.
[ ] I am afraid of gay or lesbian people.
[ ] I believe in true love.
[ ] I’ve run away from home.
[x] I listen to political music.
[ ] I collect comic books.
[x] I shut others out when I’m sad.
[x] I’ve stayed out all night.
[x] I open up to others easily.
[ ] I am keeping a secret from the world.
[x] I watch the news. (Sometimes)
[ ] I own over 5 rap CDs.
[ ] I love Disney movies. (MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA)
[x] I am a sucker for green eyes.
[ ] I am a sucker for brown eyes.
[ ] I am a sucker for blue eyes.
[ ] I dont kill bugs.
[x] I curse.
[ ] I have an “x” in my screen name.
[x] I’ve slipped and fell in public.
[x] I’ve slipped out a “lol” in a real conversation.
[ ] I love Spam. *ugh, salty shit*
[ ] I bake well.
[ ] I have worn pajamas to class.
[x] I have owned something from Abercrombie.
[ ] I want a better job.
[x] Talked on a phone for 6+ hours.
[ ] I love Dr. Phil.
[ ] I like multiple people.
[ ] I am guilty of tYpInG lIkE tHiS.
[x] I am self-conscious.
[x] I love to laugh.
[ ] I have smoked a pack in one day.
[ ] I loved Lord of the Flies.
[ ] I have cough drops when I’m not sick.
[ ] I can’t swallow pills.
[ ] I have a lot of scars.
[ ] I can’t sleep if there is a spider in the room.
[x] I love chocolate.
[x] I bite my nails.
[ ] I am not comfortable with being me.
[x] I play computer games when I’m bored.
[x] Gotten lost in the city.
[x] Thought of suicide before.
[ ] Seen a shooting star.
[ ] Had a menage a trois.
[ ] Gone out in public in my pajamas.
[ ] Have kissed someone really strange.
[ ] Hugged a stranger.
[ ] Been in a bloody fist fight with someone of a diff. sex.
[x] Been in a fist fight.
[ ] Been arrested.
[x] Laughed and had some type of beverage come out of my nose.
[x] Pushed all the buttons on an elevator.
[ ] Made out in an elevator.
[ ] Swore at Liberace
[x] Kicked a guy where it hurts on purpose.
[ ] Been skydiving.
[ ] Been bungee jumping.
[ ] Gotten stitches.
[ ] Drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour.
[x] Bitten someone.
[ ] Been to Niagara Falls.
[x] Gotten the chicken pox.
[ ] Crashed into a car.
[x] Been to Japan.
[x] Ridden in a taxi.
[ ] Shoplifted
[ ] Been fired.
[ ] Stole something from your job.
[ ] Gone on a blind date.
[ ] Had a crush on a teacher/coach.
[ ] Celebrated Mardi Gras in New Orleans.
[x] Been to Europe.
[ ] Slept with a co-worker, and/or employee.
[ ] Been to New York.
[ ] Been married.
[ ] Gotten divorced.
[x] Saw someone/something dying.
[ ] Have a list of people you want to kill.
[ ] Driven over 400 miles in one day.
[ ] Been to Canada.
[x] Been on a Plane.
[ ] Seen the Rocky Horror Picture Show.
[ ] Thrown up in a bar or club
[x] Eaten sushi.
[ ] Been snowboarding.
[ ] Taken a picture just for the sole purpose of putting it on myspace/friendster.
[ ] Been ice skating.
[x] Cried in public
[ ] Walked purposely into traffic with your eyes closed.
[ ] Been at a party and instead of giving out your phone number you give them your myspace name and say look me up.
[x] Thought of someone a lot lately.
[x] Hate the world.
[x] Love someone who doesn’t realize it.
[ ] Have your cell phone permanently attached to your hand/hip.

This is lame. Don't do it.

2009-02-13T04:18:00.000-08:00

This.

I am going to rant but WHY

2009-02-10T05:13:00.000-08:00

I have been getting increasingly irritating with people on MSN. Of course, I mean those idiots who cannot be bothered to put their sentences coherently. I don't mind shortforms, I use them sometimes (hax, 1337, IMBA LAWLAWLAWL) but i hate it when people go excessive.

Prime example.

(8:42 PM) ][CH][:	g
(8:42 PM) ][CH][:	momg
(8:42 PM) ][CH][:	omg
(8:42 PM) ][CH][:	omg
(8:42 PM) ][CH][:	omg
(8:42 PM) ][CH][:	om
(8:42 PM) ][CH][:	omg
(8:42 PM) ][CH][:	om
(8:42 PM) ][CH][:	omgomg
(8:42 PM) ][CH][:	arey ou there omg

(7:26 PM) ][CH][:	????
(7:26 PM) ][CH][:	so wut
(7:26 PM) ][CH][:	if its
(7:26 PM) ][CH][:	spehriicirialclialcialcal
(7:26 PM) ][CH][:	does tht mean moar porn
(7:26 PM) ][CH][:	or something
(7:26 PM) ][CH][:	SAY NOW
(7:26 PM) ][CH][:	MOAR PRON ISITI

Do not talk to Chang Han on MSN if you value your brain cells. Continuing.

Anyway, why do people have to speak on MSN. I mean, yeah it's for the convenience, right? But how much time can you really save by changing like every single word? And it's not just the excessive shortforms, its the random blabber, gibberish that people just plant into their sentences and it makes them look so fail. Come on, it just takes you two seconds, write a proper sentence ffs. Fine, this isn't really to everyone, its more to SCH. Seriously, you are the most incoherent shit I have ever known. Talking to you online makes me want to die. SERIOUSLY.

And spelling. Come on, can't you guys spell? You're like. what, sixteen? At least realize you spelt it wrong or shit and tell me so. I hate it when people mispell really crap stuff and end up with stuff like: 'NAPOLIEIONION IS PRO". That just makes me sad, you know?

And I don't mind if you are being pro and going uber1337spek and stuff, but at least have some consistency and make it sound cool. I mean, compare shaun and sch. One of them actually gets the message across and one just makes you want to die. And come on, I hate those people who put their song lyrics into the window. I mean, fine, I do that but only if the other guy does it first. And I don't do shit by breaking every word into syllables and then writing them down ONE by FUCKING ONE, DO I. And SHIT SONGS, NONETHELESS.

(9:10 PM) ][CH][:	open up your plants and damn your freak
(9:10 PM) ][CH][:	listen to musik that comes from dance and sing
(9:10 PM) ][CH][:	we are just one big family
(9:10 PM) ][CH][:	alri arlih alrih alrh leihws
(9:10 PM) ][CH][:	so i
(9:10 PM) ][CH][:	wont
(9:10 PM) ][CH][:	heh
(9:10 PM) ][CH][:	ser
(9:10 PM) ][CH][:	tate
(9:10 PM) ][CH][:	no moar
(9:10 PM) ][CH][:	no moar
(9:10 PM) ][CH][:	it can
(9:10 PM) ][CH][:	not
(9:10 PM) ][CH][:	wait
(9:10 PM) ][CH][:	ther
(9:10 PM) ][CH][:	hn
(9:10 PM) ][CH][:	noe
(9:10 PM) ][CH][:	need
(9:10 PM) ][CH][:	to
(9:10 PM) dylan:	SHUT UP
(9:10 PM) ][CH][:	our
(9:11 PM) ][CH][:	tiem
(9:11 PM) ][CH][:	is
(9:11 PM) ][CH][:	short
(9:11 PM) ][CH][:	the
(9:11 PM) ][CH][:	is
(9:11 PM) ][CH][:	of
(9:11 PM) ][CH][:	ur
(9:11 PM) ][CH][:	fa
(9:11 PM) ][CH][:	te
(9:11 PM) ][CH][:	lsiahgasighelgeohgihigoegoneaigahoi

I am angry.

Random

2009-01-31T02:13:00.000-08:00

Which Positive Quality Are You? Your Result: Friendship You are Friendship. Friends are those who can be counted upon in times of need. Friends are those who share in your joys and your sorrows. Friendship unites us with others beyond family and brings happiness and comfort to our lives. "Friendship is a single soul dwelling in two bodies."
Love
Charity
Courage
Peace
Faith
Which Positive Quality Are You? Quiz Created on GoToQuiz

How will I die? Your Result: You will die in a car accident. Please, continue to buckle up, and try not to speed. More likely than not, it will happen very randomly and quickly. Occasionally, this result stands for death in a plane crash. Do not fear transportation. Avoid becoming a hermit, you cannot escape fate.
You will die in a nuclear holocaust.
You will die of boredom.
You will die while having sex.
You will be murdered.
You will die from a terminal illness.
You will die in your sleep.
You will die while saving someone's life.
How will I die? Quiz Created on GoToQuiz

What's Your Best Quality? Your Result: Personality Your best quality is your personality! People like you because you are an all around good person. You have good manners and values. You also like to express your personal style and interests.
Loving
Out-Going
Sense of Humor
Intelligence
Ambitious
What's Your Best Quality? Quiz Created on GoToQuiz

What is your True Fear? Your Result: Losing Someone You love affection and the people in your life more than anything. Your greatest fear is that one day someone you care about won't be there anymore. You are a very friendly and inviting person, who draws in a lot of friendships with your kind, considerate, and loyal nature. However, deep down you are slightly insecure and unsure of yourself. You couldn't deal with it if you didn't have one of your loved ones in your life anymore. You don't have too much to worry about though, because with a friend like you, no one will want to lose you either!
Disappointment
Being Alone
Commitment
Looked down on
Where Your life is Going
Death
What is your True Fear? Quiz Created on GoToQuiz

A painful memory

2009-01-30T05:56:00.000-08:00

They were familiar to him.

It was as if the landscape had drifted away; the foreground but a fleeting image, as his violet eyes focused on the silhouette ahead. He flipped open his clamshell phone and sent a text message.

It was her, again. Her bag strap lay lazily by her side. He thought something, at that very moment. Something so recent, but one that felt so very distant. His pulse spiked. One sneakered shoe crossed over the other.

His head swiveled away, his neck craning to glance at the signboard behind him; pretty strange, indeed, for there was nothing on that signboard. He pouted, his face transfixed in concentration. She sauntered past, a sprightly spring in her step. He did not move his gaze. The signboard was still empty.

'Hey-' she said.
His left eye twitched. Again, she had cut short her sentence. This. This, was unfamiliar to him.
She looked away. Her nails made no sound as she flicked them, her eyes looking down. There was nothing on the floor to see.

'Hey.' she repeated.
Slowly, he stood up. And with bated breath, he walked away. He flipped open his clamshell phone again. But this time, he patiently tapped out full words, no longer opting for the shortforms he once preferred.

Her footsteps. They were so familiar.

meh

2009-01-28T03:52:00.000-08:00

failure only appears to those who run to greet it
success presents to those who want to have it
live in your present, shape your own future

LAWLAWL HERE IS A SONG I WROTE WHILE I WAS STONING AT THE BACKGATE
SOUNDS BETTER IN TUNE I ASSURE YOU NOT

Hobos
I have no home,
I live on the street.
I have no clothes.
I pee where I eat.

My children have abandoned me
In China refuge they seek
Lonely life, I lead
In bathroom even cats they peek

Mother! Why have you left me,
even before I was born
You ripped open your womb,
flung me into the pond...

*insert uhh. tambourine solo*

Chorus! (No, srsly, you have to say 'Chorus!' preferably short and sharp)
Hobo I am
Hobo we all are
Aren't we all lacking a true home
God bless Obama

*repeat chorus*

I have no genitalia
They were sold for a McChicken.
Two dollars my balls seem worth
Luckily I did not sell Mr. Dicken

My house is a box I found somewhere secluded
I sleep on a mattress of rocks and weed
Don't go beyond the red line
That's where I've always peed

Mother! Why have you left me,
even before I was born
You ripped open your womb,
flung me into the pond...

Chorus!
Hobo I am
Hobo we all are
Aren't we all lacking a true home
God bless Obama

*massive sitar solo + celebrated rapper says 'Hey' so i can put (feat NizzleNuggets) on the song title and get lots of cash and bling mobrutha*

HO!
BO!
HOHO!
BOBO!
Merry Christmas, fools

*outro- electric trumpet + harmonica with Gamelan backing*

Written by: Me
Improvised by: Me
Instrumentals: Still not done.

Trouble

2009-01-23T06:51:00.000-08:00

You know there's something wrong if you're crying while talking on MSN.
Even more so when there's nothing to cry about.

Sometimes I just feel so bloody caught in the middle. As if you can do all the shit in the world, manage the fine details in the smallest scenarios... How you can perfect the basics, the foundations, make your 'world' so seemingly perfect, but yet you can't control everything else. You can't control how life wants to fuck you up, how it can just ruin your plans, screw everything you've done. One flick of his finger and some omnipotent being can just blow you up, who the hell knows.

What the hell is life anyway. I used to have these dreams when I was young; that the whole world literally revolved around me. Like how all my friends, acquaintances and people I ever knew all had a certain role to play in my life- how they merely acted out their parts, and it was just a ploy. How I never could do anything significant because everything was planned out. How wrong I am. The world doesn't revolve around anyone. We revolve around it. Every single thing we do, we do with some plan in mind. Be it working hard to get a good grade, or watching movies just for satisfaction, we do everything with this ideal, perfect scenario that we all envision to exist.

How we want our life to be genuinely unflawed, and then you think about the greater shit. You think about how you can go through life and get raped by a hurricane or something. Or something out of the blue just turns up and frizzes your life into a blitz. And at the end of the day, with your perfect house and perfect family and perfect every bloody shit, you end up dead, in a casket, with nothing to show for it besides, maybe, a nicer coffin.

I hate overly thinking about stuff. I want to just stop thinking about all this shit. I need release, ffs. I give up.

Good night everyone.

Sohai

2009-01-15T06:36:00.001-08:00

So i go ladeedaa
then i go ladeedaa dummmmm
then i distract you with my words and chunks of text!
bye

Togines

2009-01-07T06:08:00.000-08:00

Hm. I'm going to update.

By that I mean I'm going to complain about Guitar Hero and how I get whoopedass by B.Y.O.B. everyday.

I hate B.Y.O.B.

For the benefit of the readers that aren't interested at all (yeah all of you), I'm going to discontinue this Guitar Hero rant. (:

Ah man. I really can't think of anything to talk about/write about/feel remotely happy about. I think I will seriously kill myself thinking of blogging issues. What do people normally talk about anyway? Politics? Obama is cool. School? I am attending one. Government policies? Blacks have no freedom and no rights. Oh man.

Okay fine, I think I shall give my honest, impartial view of people now. People as in, the general world population. First off, I'll put in some extracts from Shri's post here, because I agree with the crap he spews and all that.

There are so many bloody people who can't afford a square meal a day and you are complaining that you don't have an xbox 360. There are people who never had a chance to learn the ABCs and you are bloody complaining about how there are more than 3 tests in a week. There are people whose parents don't love each other and they live with their mothers or fathers struggling to pay their bills and seeing the other parent once in a bloody blue moon. Then you can have the guts to talk about how your parents don't understand you and won't get you the latest phone or laptop or something. Think of the people who are orphaned in earthquakes and tsunamis and then think if your current predicament of a slightly shaky relationship with a friend is worth moaning about.

Agrees now. But because I'm going to give an impartial view, let me first balance out my arguments. I HATE ALL OF YOU. Admittedly, yes you guys are the luckiest people in the world right now. FAGS. But oh yes, sure, your relationship troubles and all that are by far the most important shit ever, aren't they? I mean, what? Malaria in Africa? Thousands of people dying from AIDs? HEARTLESS GIT. Shut up man, I lost 2 bucks in a bet, man! FAG. My best friend sabotaged our friendship and had sex with a dead camel man! That's like way more important! FAAAAAAAG. But truth be told, I WHOLEHEARTEDLY agree with what these people are doing. YOU ARE ALL FAGS. I mean, it's their blog, and they have every right to do whatever they want on it. SHUT UP, FAG. Even if they don't care about world issues, it's their business (FAAAAG), and we have no right to judge them in any way.

Thank you for understanding. (:

January 5th

2009-01-05T04:34:00.000-08:00

WIRED WERE THE EYES OF THE HOARS ON A JET PILOTTTTTTTT
ONE THAT SMILED WHEN HE FLEW OVER THE BAY

Okay today was lesson proper.

Not really.

Math was random pattern stuff. Just normal stuff. English was.
Um.
Interesting.

Our teacher has this mellow, very intriguing way of teaching. *ahem*.
Shall not say more.

Give up.

I like my new blog title. It fits.
Go me and four readers. I own all of you.

2008 in a Nutshell

2009-01-01T04:51:00.000-08:00

Alice in Chains

Ukiah

2008-12-27T08:41:00.000-08:00

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.

2008-12-23T01:58:00.000-08:00

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

2008-12-18T02:33:00.000-08:00

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

2008-12-17T06:48:00.000-08:00

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!

2008-12-11T06:08:00.000-08:00

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

2008-12-09T17:31:00.000-08:00

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.

2008-12-02T16:02:00.000-08:00

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.

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!

2008-12-02T03:37:00.000-08:00

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

2008-11-29T21:51:00.000-08:00

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

2008-11-28T18:56:00.000-08:00

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,

2008-11-18T17:10:00.001-08:00

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

2008-11-15T02:03:00.000-08:00

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.

2008-11-13T06:33:00.000-08:00

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

2008-11-12T03:35:00.001-08:00

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

2008-11-10T02:14:00.000-08:00

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.

2008-11-08T20:00:00.001-08:00

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.