Holy.

I haven't been updating for quite some time, and my last post caused quite an uproar, judging from the comments on my tagboard. Not really an uproar la, but 3 comments is really quite alot, comapared to others. Well, I've been doing nothing recently, except play DotA with Ming Han and Kingston. And activities that opened my eyes to the big world out there. I found out that Hansel and Gretel really exists. No, don't give me that "What-a-liar" look. EH KARNINARH IT'S TRUE OK. EuU mUsT bElIbBeE mE dE nOrHsSsZzZxXx!1! Due to the Temasek Regetta, I have uncovered that Hansel and Gretel really exists, except that the evil witch is dead.

You ask me about Hansel and Gretel? I tell you that they can be found in Tampines Secondary School. Hansel can be found easily, but for Gretel, heh. You need more than name tags to help you. Gah. Exams are close. I might not be blogging frequently. I want to pass de horhs.

P.s: Go this blog, it'll freak you out. Eh, Cleone intro me de horhs. Oh ya. You need a vomit bag while reading his blog. Trust me. I shall adapt one method of his.

Signing off,
Xia0 James. (Zomgwtfbbq)

Females.

Honestly, I think it's bullshit that females get to throw their temper around every 28 days. You have this what-is-it called syndrome, which is only exclusive to females only. Oh, it's premenstrual syndrome. You think that you can give birth, VERY GREAT LA? As my biology teacher says, "Women are noble creatures." or whatever bullshit. Just that we have a kuku chiaw dangling, doesn't mean that we are not noble ok. No men, no babies. We also determine the sex of the baby ok? Doesn't mean that you have blood dribbling out of your vagina once every 28 days, you can throw your temper about. Karninarh. I had enough if my mother throwing her temper every now and then. Wonder if I have something dribbling from my penis every 28 days, can I anyhow also can throw temper?

Monday, one of the bullshitest days.

It's been one day, since Jesus has been fucking revived or whatever. And for the next year, there will be this public holiday, where he has his last supper and die, and get revived two days after he fucking dies, again.

Well, back in school. Every-fucking-Monday, I have to report to Mr Au Yong, for TAF, or rather, TFC members. It makes no difference. It doesn't make you feel more privileged. We have to run four damn rounds round the whole school, which is more than 2.4km.

After this activity, it's geography. I usually take my time, walk past the secondary two classes, change, and move back to class. By the time I step into class, I'm about one period late. Then it's biology, and then english. Then it's recess, two periods of maths, chemistry and then the EVER boring chinese. After this bullshit lessons, I go back home, to play abit of DotA with Ming Han, who pawns my head everytime, but sometimes I win. EH I KARNINARH WIN MING HAN BEFORE OK.

The only good thing about Mondays are that they don't have infocus, for us F&N students. So we get to go home early, and rest for abit.

Oh, the fucking maphack doesn't work. SOMEONE SEND ME CAN? I DONCH WANT TO BE BACKSTABBED LAH.

Good Friday.

Merry Good Friday. Or at least, approach a stranger and say "Karninarh! Jesus revive today leh!" And that stranger will just give you a "Are you crazy" look or just ignore you. But, I don't see the happiness in seeing someone die.

I just don't see the thing worth celebrating in someone's death. If we had to celebrate someone's death everytime, there won't be school. I can see that, one day after the other, we open bottles of champagne and splash it over one another and hearing shrieks of joy. I would most probably sit in a corner and shake my head.

And karninarh, imagine. Every year, Singapore celebrates Good Friday. It simply means every year, when we have Good Friday, Jesus will be forced to have the "Last Supper" or whatever supper shit with his family or people in heaven and then die today. Two days later, which is easter's day, the Almighty God, Jesus's father, sends a easter rabbit to plant coloured eggs of all sorts so that he Almighty Son will rise again.

After doing this post, I've discovered something. If I see coloured eggs lying around my hometown, I'll just have to hatch it, like how Thomas Edison or whichever mad scientist who got famous for sitting on a egg. EH I ALSO CAN SIT ON EGG OK. HOW COME I NOT FAMOUS ARH?

I hate Good Friday. Makes me confuse Friday as Saturday. WHY MUST JESUS DIE ON A FRIDAY. CAN'T HE DIE ON A SATURDAY? THEN I WON'T BE CONFUSED. No offence to all catholics or christians out there, but Good Friday is just one day where people take a break from work and open a bottle of champagne and celebrate. Not where all races gather in churches and spray champagne at each other.

Cats.

Filming cats when they are climaxing is not the thing I would expect to see in the morning. On the way to Kingston's house, I saw one grumpy looking cat. But it was still wary of humans, so I decided not to di siao siao around with that cat. Later that cat got some "Xiang Mao eighteen strikes" I dunno what to do. So, I walked away, deciding that it's not worth my life over a grumpy cat. A cat has 9 lives, while a human has only one. So, bo bian, I must kill the cat 9 times, which I must like, die.. 8 more times. That's like asking some hotshot if I can cut off his balls/penis and sell it to someone.

Then I happily pranced on, eating my sardine curry puff on my way to meet Kingston. If you're wondering, the Earth did not shake. Apparently, one James is not enough to make a crack in the middle of the pacific plate. So, there was no sound, no earth shaking stints. Then, I chanced a pair of cats, who were obviously having sex. Being the very love to di siao siao people person, I took a picture of them having sex.
After looking at this glamarous picture, I decided that a photo isn't enough. So I whipped out my mighty 3230, and took a video of this cats in action. Later people say this picture is photoshopped one, like that I how? Cannot! Here's the video. If you hear some munching sounds, it simply means that I am still eating my curry puff.

When the cat looked at me, I stopped the video and ran. I was afraid that the cat might attack me. I met Kingston, and that ends the journey of the cats.

Eh, cats moan like lions. Wah leowz.

Internetless.

Well, things just go so.. awkwardly this few days. When I have my fucking connection, my mind is in a blank, not knowing what to blog about. Then I write crap, thus chasing my loyal readers away from this fucking blog. But after when I reached home on Monday with my sister telling me that she was unable to connect to the net, I was like, zomg, what-the-fuck is happening. So I did not went online for like, 3 days, and that's like telling me that I have small balls. So I shall start on Tuesday, since Monday was particularly boring.

Tuesday, photo-taking. I believe, everyone loves phototaking, except for ugly faggots like me. But since this is my last year in Tampines Secondary, I look forward to be standing in the middle, since I'm the tallest fuck in class since Jun Li is out. Yes, phototaking. Kingston was so happy, that he could stand with the tall people in class, until the lady said "This year we want to try something new." And we all sat on the front row, not knowing what kinky poses the photographer likes. The first thught that crossed my mind was "Are we supposed to pose with our legs close together and hands on our knees?" or the leg over leg, ball crushing stunt. (Look at yearbook, to find out) Then she said "Cross your arms" and I was happy like fuck. (Look at last year's yearbook, soccer team.) No ball crushing stunts and no acting like a gay. First funshot, Melvin hugged me and I followed suit. Next photo was better. Ranjit was standing next to Kah Chuan and he said "John, you gotta pay me for standing next to me." We were laughing like mad fucks. Over for tuesday, go on to next day.

Today, someone got possessed. Mr Micheal Toh wouldn't allow us to take a look at the victim. Karninarh. I just know that the ghost loves to scream. Ming Han, scream along with her. =D Over for today, maybe I'm posting another post tomorrow.

Pavillion.

Recently, I visited pavillion to play DotA with the people in Singapore. I then realised that my skill was just lesser than a drop of water in the pacific ocean. So many thoughts were rushing through my mind when I played the game, thinking of what to buy, where will the enemy pop out from, etc etc. I don't memorise what items to buy, but instead, in the game I just ask around, what to buy and etc. I don't fucking beg my teamates to buy items for me or donate me money. I fucking earn the money myself by killing those motherfucking creeps from the opposing team.

Today, I went to pavillion with Kingston to play with other people in that area. It's like, people go there just to play DotA, or counter strike. First match, I got pawned like a mad little fuck. Second match I teamed with him, most of my kills were either ksed by the sentinel or by Mr Kingston Khoo, or the Ks man. It applied yesterday too. I played with Ming Han's brother, I could fucking kill him and when he got killed, the program screen wrote "The Sentinel has pawned Travex's head for an additonal 100+ gold." Imagine my horror, that the damage I slowly accumulated while hitting him had gone to some motherfucking program that FUCKING KSED MY PREY. Yes, it was still a scourge kill, BUT THE MONEY DOES NOT BELONG TO ME. Then during my last match, I kept harassing two heroes, which I soloed them. They then gangbanged me, thanks to the sniper who decided that my head would be his lunch. I had turned into their feed, thanks to the other teamates who decided to farm, and leave me, the only defender, alone. It was all thanks to me, that you managed to farm in peace, cause their teamates wished to get rid of me so they could farm in peace. They also reprimanded me, saying I was feeding them. What-the-fuck? If you harassed them with me in the first place, do you think we would become feed? NO YOU MOTHERFUCKER. You decided to continue farming, and told me to farm as well. Yes, I farmed. Then this motherfucking Leviathan aka tidehunter decided my monstrous balls for lunch, he harassed me. But me, being a no pushover, decided to fight back, and pawned his tiny balls which isn't big enough to satisfy me. His health was low, yet he kept pursuing me. Greed isn't good, you know? (Read this Kingston)

Then, I returned home for a nice little match of DotA with my cousin. In the beginning, I was pawning his sorry ass, then he pawned mine. He said I improved, but lacked the basics. Alright, I learn. So I can kill you. Uh, no. Pawn you I mean. =)

I know you pricks are tired of my DotA ranting, so maybe I'll spare you people from my DotA ranting tomorrow. I'll blog about my england tuition teacher, show you dicks how pervertichumorous he is. If I know how to post sound clips on my blog, I will show you. That's all for today, and remember. Support the authentic Masked Rider, which is me.