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.