This post is here to diss you off.

In response to Ming Han's post, I agree with him to a certain extent, and disagree with him to a certain extent. I shall mention the disagree part first, cause it is really troubling me. I did not fucking wear a frilly skirt to play LAN on saturday, I was wearing a pair of green trousers. I know I act like a gay at times, that's because you infected me with that disease.

Now for the agree part. There's this guy in my class, who acts like he knows or has everything. Let's put DotAas an example la, huh? He only knows how to play 5.84c, which was like, how many years ago. 6.29 is the IN thing man, shit da 5.84c. You only know how to play Rikimaru the Stealth Assasin? In 5.84c? That's shit man, SHIT. Even I a total DotA shit noob knows how to pawn someone's pathetic asshole with this hero, with one hand digging my nose for shit and the other clicking at buttons. And I can pawn someone with this hero. Last week, me and Kingston was up to Ming Han, Melvin and you. I was hitting Ming Han with some gay hero I've never used in my entire life, and you suddenly said "Ming Han I'm here to save you!" Yea right, especially when we are of different levels, mine being the higher, yours being the lower. You come to save Ming Han, I thought you were of some damn fucking high level. But then, the difference was so huge. I could take on you and Ming Han at that time, without asking Kingston for help. Ming Han ran, you dueled with me. You activated Omnislash, which all of the hits connected to me. Dude, that was like, giving me a tap on the shoulders. You activated the fucking whirlwind thing, I can whack you like nothing is happening. You ran from me, I did not give chase cause I did not want to be pawned by the fucking tower, that's why. And you think I don't know, you have been typing "Kill James" to everyone in your team and they are ignoring you. Melvin and Ming Han could have killed me any moment, you need to team up with them to kill me. Ming Han told me that he was ignoring what you typed, playing the style he likes best. I did not know what the fuck you did in that match, but Ming Han's blog stated that you asked Melvin to get you a claymore. Melvin, being the ever nice guy, bought that piece of shit for you. You thought with your oh-so-mighty claymore you can reduce my health from full health to a new low? No, you fucking piece of shit. Before you can even reduce my life to half, the screen would have said that I pawned your head for a measly 100+ gold. You did not even have any killing spree to start off with. Killing you would just give me a few extra gold. I'd rather kill creeps. Killing you wouldn't give me any respect. Unless you brought down at least two of my towers, I would have respected you. And you got killed by neutral creeps. Eh? It's not like you're level 1 to 6. You laughed about it, Ming Han just shook his head. It was so shameful, to be even killed by neutral creeps. Omfg, if I were you, I would have knocked my head on the wall and kill myself.

Today you wanted yo challenge me and Melvin 2v1 with me and Melvin as a team, and you solo us? Yea, I thought what, suddenly you got some DotA pro's brains or something. I almost wanted to shout out "Are you serious noob?" I almost wetted my pants. I turned around and Melvin replied "He won't win one la." You played DotA longer than me, you spent your June holidays going to pavillion everyday to play DotA, yet you are more shit then me. Fuck you man.

And you seriously don't know how to appreciate your friends. Christopher is such a nice guy, yet you treated him like shit. You think you have friends all over? Yea right. I classified them under three groups. One: DotA discussion group. Two: Smoking buddies. Three: Your friends from outside, that hang around with you just because you hang around with them. Appreciate your friends, they are the most precious things you can have during your secondary school life. Think about what I wrote. Stop your I-know-everything-attitude and your I-have-everything-attitude. No one is going to shun just because you don't have what we have. Friends appreciate you for what you are, not what you are not. Think, clit, THINK YOU MOTHERFUCKER.

Thursdays.

Thursdays, one of my favourite days in the week. When I wake up, it justs seem so wrong for the word "Truancy" to pop out in my head. It's just.. so wrong. I go to school happily, dream through english, perk up during history, make my hand break in geography, relax at the canteen catching uo with friends in different classes, try to concentrate through the ever-noisy chemistry lessons while resisting the thoughts to "Eaglechop" or "Series of Handspring Elbows" Kevin, pay attention to the most boring lesson on earth and listen to old stories told during CME, which is pretty alright for me. Then there's infocus, which is History taught by the ever humourous Mr Shahril and Biology, which is Band's teacher-in-charge, Miss Myra Ho, Myya Ho or whichever way you want to call her. It makes no difference for us.

But today, is very very different. Why? Cause Mr Au Yong did not come to school today. Everyone goes yay, classes under Mr Au Yong for P.E goes boo, while Sharon is also goes boo. She likes maths, see? *winks* As usual, I dreamt through english, payed attention in history, did a test in geography, had a early recess, payed attention in chemistry while Geraldine and Jade made fun of my name. Geraldine says I look like ditto and renamed me as 傅大桃。Then Geraldine sent me a picture of her brother and Jade took a picture of me. I know I looked like a idiot but she said it was cute. Of course, cause I am teh "uBoRzZzXxX mAsKeD rIdEr LeHsSsZzZxXx". Then it was maths, Mr Roystan Gerard asked us a dumb question and told us ghost stories. Then Mr Singh wasn't coming in for CME, so we had another free period. We had a little fun here and there until after school.

It all happened when Nick threw a paper ball at me and Kingston (how evil). We bo bian, so we evaded and at an attempt to hit me, he hit Ying Ting by mistake. She threw it back at him, and we got our revenge. Ha! Then Qi Han, Shawn, Mahdi joined Nick. It was 2v4, we were at a complete disadvantage. I don't know about Kingston, but I evaded most attacks fired at me. I know, I'm good. Cause I am Masked Rider Ryuuki. That's the difference between you and me, people. Then Ying Ting flashed out her mighty 3230 to take a video of me in action, I fell. Then blah and blah, the day was over before you knew it. And Kingston called me in between my dota matches, and I kena pawned. Nabeh. I iS tEh HaTe EuU nOrHs! (Ok I'm just kidding)

Dota.

I just don't get the reason why, I just keep saying the vulgarity "Nabeh", just as how much crap that can be vomitted out from his mouth. But the word vomit sounds so.. wrong. So I shall use another word, which is.. I dUnCh NoE lArSsSxXxZzZ *include some gay actions*.

Ok, Dota. Everywhere I go, my sorry ass gets pawned. This trend never dies off. I go to a lane, a hero sees me, it's his lucky day. Free kill, free money, everything ALSO FREE. I want to get free from this sorry state, I want to pawn your fuggin smug ass. Yes, I'm gonna pawn your ass so much that you will come begging in front of me, your penis spurting semen or women dripping cum from their vaginas. Yes, I'll be that good. You just watch out. *Obviously I'm kidding, I see hero = scared. Still go and kill you? Yea. Unless I can activate "whosyourdaddy" then I attack you.*

Sometimes, I take a look at life, I take a deep breath and wish there was a reset button of some sort. Or delete data or play new game. You screw up something, you want to restart. Then, you realise and say "Cheebye. This is not a ps2/ps/xBox/xBox360/or whatever I can't care less game." After that, you harbour thoughts of suicide and you really die. But if you die, the whole country makes a big fuss out of it, and that makes you consider your decision to die.

When I look at the above things, I feel like chopping off someone's kuku chiaw and sell it online.

Hamachi the Hamster

Hamachi, which I believe it to be a IRC program. And yes, I'm such a frog under a well. I have never used IRC, which was said to be used for a very long time. I asked Melvin about IRC, he told me that he has used IRC since he was in secondary one. I remembered that he met a female, nicknamed "Wind blow I can fly". If Melvin sees this, it'll just bring bad memories back to him, so let's just ignore the fact that he has used IRC.





Hamachi, was introduced to me by Mr Ong Ming Han, because he is unable to send me the lancraft program. When I first saw Hamachi, this was what came to my mind.


Yes, it's Hamtaro the Hamster! Until I went to the webbie, and then I found out that it was some dumb program. Shit, I even thought if I went to that Hamachi webbie, there might be this message that keeps repeating itself, like the realplayer crap. For realplayer, it justs repeats "With realplayer, you can play almost anything" over and over. But for this webbie, I thought it might go "Konnichiwa! Watashi Hamachi desu! Dozo yoroshiku!" or "Konnichiwa! I am Hamachi, your friendly neighbourhood hamster! Please guide me as I'm ignorant! Arigatou gozaimasu!"

Things were this bad, seriously. If you're wondering, Kah Chuan did not scratch his balls today. I'm serious.

Ball scratching.

I know I'm guilty, but I can make a choice, to go or not to go. I decided not to go for TAF and stuff happens. It justs tell me, that if I don't go for TAF, interesting things might happen.

It all happened during National Anthem, and it definitely gave the people who sits in front a chance to talk about it. I don't know what Kah Chuan did, but after the National Anthem, Mr Singh told Kah Chuan not to scratch his balls in the middle of the National Anthem/Pledge Taking. After saying so, he walked off, smiling. I didn't catch the first bit, so all I heard was "scratch your balls." I had to ask Nick what in the blue hell happened, so I can get the whole picture. Then, I turned around and told Kingston about what Ranjit said, he smiled and said "Neh. He scratching his balls now." I turned, and lo and behold, HE REALLY SCRATCHED HIS BALLS AGAIN. Mr Shahril even knew about the Kah Chuan's ball scratching acts and was teasing him all the way up. Shawn didn't want to stand close to Kah Chuan, for fear of his balls being scratched by Kah Chuan, the ball scratcher. Damn, imagine someone scratching your balls. This thought is even more scary then the satay stick shit. Thinking of it gives me the shivers. Damn.

Amazing.

It simply amazes me that how the same person can look different, whether he/she poses for a picture. It justs, puzzles me. Here is an example for you people, no offence.-

From a snapshot, she looks kinda pretty. Serious. BUT,
She looks so, wrong in this picture. She should just act normal and not pose. She will lokk better.

And people have been pm-ing me, telling me their love confessions. In fact, only 2. One keeps introducing me to lots and lots of pretty females, the other, just keeps sending me songs, telling me he loves her, how to woo her and stuff. I CANNOT EVEN BLOG IN PEACE. CCB.

Masked Rider Ryuuki, signing off~

Chalet.

I'm really happy today, I swear. Morning, I woke up enthusiastically, just to be told hard in the face that Melvin would be going to church and will meet us at 5 to 6 plus, Kingston would be going somewhere far away and Ming Han would only come with either. So, I had to make do with Jun Li and sacrifice OUR time and money, just to wait for 2 of the "Young Masters".

So, I met Jun Li at his house at one plus, when we made our way to Downtown East. It wasn't such a long walk afterall, Just the fact that WE HAD TO WALK A LONG WAY TO HIS CHALET. From the entrance to his block, it will take you 5 minutes or so. It's Block K, mind you. We went there, dropped the curry and our belongings and left his father and Jun Li's cute younger brother in the chalet. We walked about, aimlessly. We walked past a few shops, drooled on the display window outside a computer shop and went to play some arcade. AND I CANNOT FUCKING BELIEVE THAT I BLEW 30 BUCKS OVER THOSE SHITTY MACHINES. 30, fucking, dollars. I feel like chopping my balls and throw them down the chute. After the games, we went to rent a bike, at my expense. 16 dollars for 2 mountain bikes, for 2 hours. Jun Li spent his time on the bike, showing off his riding skills to me. As for me, someone who just mastered the art of riding a bike last year, was busy trying not to kill myself. Unless my memory fails me, I have almost died 4 times. Yes, 4. First, I almost rammed into a tree. Second, I almost rammed into a lamp post. Third, I almost crashed into a guy. Last and the least, I almost crashed into a girl, who turned in every direction I turned.
That, is the only picture I took during resting.

Then, I helped Jun Li's family carry some stuff. His uncle unloaded so much stuff, which includes a mahjong table, four heavy chairs, and some food. I carried four chairs while Jun Li carried the mahjong table. We walked all the way, from the carpark BACK TO THE FUCKING CHALET. When I reached there, my hands were almost dropping out and I was perspiring like shit. Then, Holy Angel(Melvin) called and said that he would meet us at around five plus. Ok, reasonable, cause it's five plus now. We sat outside the entrance to the chalet, while Jun Li was staring at a chio bu while I am engrossed with Fifa. But, I don't understand one thing. HOW THE FUCK CAN SOMEONE BE SO HAPPY WHEN THEY TAKE THE WRONG BUS? OMFG. Melvin and Ming Han decided to listen to Jun Li when they could listen to the all time pro, James. Ok, I'm exaggerating. They got on the correct one and by that time, Jun Li's chio bu had already gone. We walked to the bus stop and waited for them. When the bus came, Jun Li and I hid behind the billboard and Ming Han and Melvin could not spot two huge people. I reavealed myself and we brought them to the chalet. Then, upon reaching the chalet, after I have emerged from the toilet, Melvin asked me "Did you see what I see?" Yes, dumbo. I saw her earlier than you. This is her picture. No, she is not ugly but it is because, Melvin's photo-shooting skills suck. It's taken on the barbeque.
I cannot believe, after so many attempts to take her picture, only Melvin got her picture. Damn. And Ming Han, keep your kinky habits to yourself. Jun Li's brother ran up to him and muttered some weird language to Ming Han when we were talking and Ming Han replied "Ok." and continued talking. We then laughed, cause we know that poor kid would never know what we are laughing at. Then, during the barbeque, Ming Han saw this cute girl, which makes me unable to control my temptation to take a picture of her.
I have a video of her, doing some cute actions. We ate vermicilli, and the curry was fucking hot. Seeing is believing.

Then, we went to get some alcholic drinks. I got myself Long Island, which contains 10% alcohol. This is the proof.

Jun Li's brother's friend bought two cans of beer that Indians drink, Jun Li got Heinekein, Ming Han got Long Island too and Melvin got himself nothing. We drank and played, like ALL adults.
Drinking the Long Island made me abit dizzy, and thus, I did something stupid. I transformed into Masked Rider Ryuuki.
I know, the transformation is incomplete. I'm dizzy, remember? Then, we went to get ourselves food and I got Melvin to do a educational video on how to eat Chicken Wings with a fork.
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After that, we went to the arcade to play and taadaa. On the way home, I took some pictures and here they are.
I then saw some teachers and had a little chat with them on the way to Tampines. Now, I am here, blogging like a sucker.

Night, people.

Tuesdays.

The day when my infocus starts for the week. One of the two days when I don't have TAF. It started out horribly wrong. Someone locked the doors, making me unable to get IN which is inside the classroom. I had to take the keys from Hidayat before Morning Assembly, ran up to the third floor, grab the papers and rush back down. I made it in time, readying myself before the parade commander gave out the commands. I'm, Flash.

Recess. Early recess, thanks to the very handsome teacher who released us 5 minutes earlier. I ate and saw my good friend Jun Li and Ming Han. Melvin, you have a cold. And I ate something from your plate. I hope I get a cold, so I don't have to go to school tomorrow. Sometimes, I just wish time would stop, while we talk, talk and talk.

In-focus, I listened to a kinda emo song, which is very nice. Unfortunately, it's a rap and it's sung by the overrated Fort Minor. Screw that. Oh yes, Kevin, please bring Do As Infinity tomorrow. I have a sudden fetish for Jap songs.

Sometimes I wish I were Kah Chuan, being all alone and quiet in the corner. But if I really act like that, people might think I'm crazy, cause I'm a noisy dick. I'd just wish that this hate thing would just stop.

I have a dad.

Here's a respond, Screamo. You say I should get thrown into a boy's home? If you think I'm close to my mom, then I shall tell you that I am not in the least, close to her. Since the moment I've entered the world officially, that is when my name is registered to be a Singaporean, I've stayed with another family. For 6, fucking, years. And regretfully, I enjoyed my stay there. When my parents came to visit me, I called my father "Uncle" and my mother "Auntie". That's how bad it was, Screamo. My mum's face was livid and she whacked the hell outta me. IN THE HOME OF SOMEONE ELSE. And let me tell you, the same was for my sister. I treated her like any other person, like a friend or something. And during that period of time, during my birthdays, they bought a cake for me, WITHOUT FAIL. They are not really well-to-do. With two daughters still in university, a son in the army, my Ee-poh (that's my maternal grandmother's younger sister) was unemployed and her husband was a taxi-driver. They were living in a one room flat, so you can tell how poor they are. Nevertheless, they bought gifts for me, got me toys and showering their love on me. Even their kids got me something which I still keep today. A mickey mouse cup, when I was 4 years old. What did I get from my OWN DAD AND MOM? Nothing, dude. Nothing. Not even a call to wish me Happy Birthday. After I was six, I moved back, and I cried, threw tantrums all over and my mum took the cane and whacked me. My dad would hurry over, and stop her. I was six dude. Imagine, when suddenly you move to a foreign environment at a young age, you will feel scared and cry. That goes the same for me, and my sister. Yes, Screamo. Me and my sister were seperated from birth and I only knew this fact when I was 6.
Primary 1, no band 1 = the cane. When teachers commented that I was talkative, I also got caned. I twisted my ankle, I was not shown sympathy. And yes dude, recess. 30 cents a day, only enough for a fishcake and a fishball. Or a nugget. No more. Only during my birthdays, while sending me to school, my dad will give me 6 dollars to spend. AND MY MUM WILL ASK ME WHERE THE MONEY DAD GAVE ME WENT. I HAD TO PAY HER BACK, FOR 4 WEEKS I STARVED IN SCHOOL. 6 dollars divided by 30 cents = 20 days. Only during primary 2, I got 50 cents a day.
To those that know me, you see me having luxuries, yea. ALL THIS IS PAID BY MY DAD BITCHES. What's the responsibilty of my mum? To bring me to buy the stuff I wanted. What about you Screamo? I BET YOU HAVE A LOVING MOTHER WHO PAMPERS YOU. I cannot confide with my mother, she will spill everything out to her colleagues and my relatives. You tell me to love my mum? That's as good as telling me to take a knife and chop of my balls. No matter what, I won't turn my back on my father cause only he supports whatever I do. Not to mention, that others come to my blog to say that I'm a blessed kid who doesn't know about my mum's intention, I shall tell you the truth. Her pleasure comes from the pain I receive. I am not her toy. She may have carried me in her fucking womb, but who took care of me when I was young? My Ee-por. In her eyes, I am always in the wrong. She is always right. Look Screamo, if you still think my mum is some holy saint, Fuck to you. I don't care if you chup in what-so-ever gang or you work for the Government, look at this entry. AND UNDERSTAND. Note, even my name was given by some dumb fortune-teller. They did not name me, except to put that surname on my birth certificate.

Damn, thinking of the past makes me cry.