Raymond Angelo is the Exoticoption.

Saturday, June 30, 2007

I'm Arial

"Maybe the next movie'll involve those animals from Beast Warriors,"

"Actually, it's called Beast Wars, and the sequel was called Beast Machines,"

"They used the same characters too, right? Optimus Prime was a gorilla!"

"Nah, that wasn't Optimus Prime. He was called Optimus Primal. Optimus Prime is his ancestor,"

"But I still hope that the next one has animals. Transforming dinosaurs will kick ass,"

"That'll mean that they have to go back in time through a time-warp, so that they can go back to the Triassic , and then absorb the animals, and dinosaurs from there. And it won't be logical too, because we all know that a T-rex can never be in the same world as a Gorilla. The gorilla will pwn the T-rex,"

"Megatron was a T-rex, right?"

"Yeah, but he became a Dragon in Beast Machines. And there was Rat-trap too. He was a Rat which had wheels for legs,"


running in circles, i hope i don't get lost

I'm going jogging.

I'm going jogging.

I'm going jogging.

I'm going jogging.

I'm going jogging.

Jeez. Just typing it makes me feel thinner already. Die calories! Fat? TAKE THAT!


Them Pimples keeping me from Pimping

Recently, two pimples have taken prime spots in my life.


I'm not going into the specifics of one of them, because it's traumatizing, but the other one's at that place just above my upper-lip; the place where your mustache (or whiskers, as I like to call it for girls. I love whiskers <3)>

Thank god it's gone now.

I was tempted to do a Day-in-the-life-of-Raymond-Angelo today, based on yesterday, which was awfully fun, but I must live up to my promise of a reflection on the terms.

I went in aiming for 2As and 2Bs; As for arts and Bs for science. My optimism gets the better of me sometimes.

Let's start with GP!

Loved it. It was the most fun paper, though I'm not entirely sure why. The passages talked of mass media, and being a mass man. I don't think I'm a mass man :\. So anyways, the questions required some thinking, but the summary was a breeze. They had us summarise two paragraphs only! I did my drafts; 80 words, when the limit was 120. I said to myself, "I don't need no draft", and I began writing my proper one in reckless abandon.

"I have 40 words to spare, so I'm sure no matter how I extend, I'll be within the limit," And BAM (!) I wrote 150 words which proved to be the biggest headache.

AQ was ok; I was supposed to write 3 points, but I only had time for 2, which is still OK I guess, since one agreed, and one did not agree, but there was still a distinct point of view, I feel.


Econs never did require much studying, I feel. So I went in, and "just whacked". The DRQ was a blast to do. I'm a closet video-game nerd (I just came out of the closet!), so I could have done the questions without referring to the Data given. I loved my suggestions on how to sustain a video game company, though I didn't pen down my favourite idea (free subscription to Playboy with every purchase of the PS3!~). The descriptive of the graph had me kicking myself in the back; I didn't read the question properly.

I hated my essay, even though I know I wrote in the correct stuff. It felt like I was just writing down what I remembered from the notes, instead of really analysing anything.

Oh wells. I just supplied them what was demanded. Gah.

There was no Maths paper.

I don't remember taking any Maths paper. Do you? Nope. Neither do I. Moving on!

Malay B!

Imagine nap time in a kindergarten and you'll get the most succinct image of the B-syllabus room in your mind. It's not do-or-die, it's do-or-sleep, and most of the time we're sleeping. Ahh...good times. One guy tried to bring in a Rubik's Cube, which is totally awesome, but it got confiscated. Dang!!!

Geography sucked.

I got the definition of "transnational" wrong. It either meant within the national boundaries, or without. I thought it was within. The question went: to what extent did transnational movement affect the population distribution in Australia (coastal areas highly populated).

I said...transnational movement played a minimal role; aborigines numbered little, and they did not wish to move away from their traditional life. It was, IN FACT, the migration of people, from other countries, to the coasts of Australia, and then they settled there.

But the shyte, that is transnational movement! Dang! I was feeling so smart as I was writing it too, like there was a stadium clapping for me at the background or something.

I may have screwed up a question regarding consequences of internal migration. Who knew there was such a thing as positive consequences? Cant' they just call 'em benefits? "All I know is that when someone says "Face the consequences", I quake in fear. Nobody looks forward to consequences.


There was no maths, but there was physics. The paper was do-able, though I think I'm going to have my ass royally handed to me in the last question involving circular motion. That was teh shyte!

Your centripetal force keeps me in your orbit; I'm spinning out of control.

Thursday, June 28, 2007

GekiSaber! NAMI NAMI ZAN!!!!!

This was so kick-ass, I just had to post this. It's under a minute long, so please, even if you think it's kiddish, do watch it. Sentai needs more love.

Todos Tonight

1) Understand circular motion
2) Finish chapters 5 and 6 on TYS
3) Watch Gekirangers episode 18
4) Break in my new stylus
5) Push-ups and Sit-ups
6) Eat dinner.

All in the space of 2 hours. But whatever; time is relative :). And I'm awesome. Shall give a run-through on the natural disaster that was the terms tomorrow. Toodles 'til then!

Holy shyte...toodles?

I need sleep...

7) Sleep.

Tuesday, June 26, 2007

Benoit's death part of a double murder-suicide

Written: June 25, 2007

According to lead investigator Lt. Tommy Pope, of the Fayette County Sheriff’s Department, in Fayetteville, Ga., the deaths of WWE Superstar Chris Benoit, wife Nancy and son Daniel were the result of a double murder-suicide, WWE.com has learned.

Benoit failed to appear both at Saturday’s live event in Beaumont, Tx., and WWE’s Vengeance: Night of Champions in Houston Sunday night, after informing WWE of a family emergency. Several curious text messages sent by Benoit early Sunday morning prompted concerned friends to alert Richard Hering, VP of Government Relations for WWE, Inc. Hering, in turn, spoke with Fayette County sheriffs Monday, and requested that they respond to the Benoit residence to check on him and his family.

Authorities representing the Sheriff’s Department initially had a difficult time entering Benoit’s new Fayetteville home Monday afternoon, which had been guarded by two large German Shepherds roaming freely around the property. Once authorities entered the residence, they quickly located the bodies of Benoit, Nancy and Daniel. WWE was notified of the discovery at approximately 4 p.m.

At 10 p.m. Monday night, Lt. Pope held a press conference in conjunction with Scott Ballard, the district attorney for Fayette County. The press conference officially ruled authorities’ findings as a double murder-suicide from within the home.

WAGA, a FOX-owned and operated television station in Atlanta, reported that investigators believe Benoit killed his wife and 7-year-old son over the weekend, then himself on Monday.

The three bodies have been received by the Georgia Bureau of Investigation’s crime lab, in Decatur, Ga., where autopsies will be performed Tuesday morning. Toxicology reports will not become available for at least two weeks.

WWE.com has further information relating to both the investigation and the cause of death, but the Fayette County Sheriff’s Department has requested that WWE.com not release any additional details at this time.

Source: http://www.wwe.com/shows/ecw/superstars/chrisbenoit/articles/benoitupdate

i may have Border Personality Disorder

How do I know? Because of PRAISE.

P - Paranoid Ideas
R - Relationship Instability
A - Angry Outbursts, Affective Instability, Abandonment Fears
I - Impulsive Behaviour, Identity Disturbance
S - Suicidal Behaviour
E - Emptiness.

I did not make this up: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Borderline_personality_disorder

Fun Terms

I enjoyed studying Econs and Maths yesterday; here's to kicking ass in the examination hall today. Then comes Geog and Physics! I enjoy Physics...but Geog....ahh...I quake in fear.

Ooohh! And here's the English reincarnation of Juuken Sentai Gekirangers! There's been no "Jungle" in the Japanese version; so I'm not sure where they got that part from. I hope they keep the Kensei (Fist Saints).

If all else fails, I'm looking forward to the Penguin mecha. It's a penguin. With a Surfboard. And one of the main mechas has a damn guitar as his final weapon too. Yeah. Rock on.

Penguin! The penguin is a foot!

And yeah, guitar. Dang.

Sunday, June 24, 2007

In your hard drive, peeking at your peekchas

AC Debates! J1+J2s

AC Debates! Guys! (Minus Jeremy because he left, minus Tamojoy because he's s(l)ick, minus Matthew because he's a Greek, anybody else?)

AC Debates! J1s!

The Elects! 5 and a half hours of sitting in the aircon; we're freezing!

Elects again! On our way to Sentosa!

And yeah, best for last. Ahem.

Creds to WeiHong for Debate pictures (taken at Theresa Ville; Debate Handover), and to Tim Chua for the elects picture.

So anyways, exams are on this Monday, excuse me, they're on TOMORROW, so to everybody who's been studying bloody hard, keep it up for a few more days, and to all those not studying very bloody hard, it's never too late to studying super-duper-duper-hard. So yeah, go chiong; I'm a mugger, and I'm proud to be one.

Rock the Terms.

Saturday, June 23, 2007

Oh My God

My mum comes back from Pakistan and the first thing she tells me is that I've gained weight.

GAH! I gained in muscle...MUSCLE! I hope.

Anyways, somebody please tear me away from my Nintendo DS. I've been playing this cheer-leading simulation game called Osu! Tatakae! Ouendan 2! It's a mouthful, but that's because it's a Japanese game, and you know how weird those can be. For those more familiar with DS games, it's the Japanese equivalent of Elite Beat Agents. In essence, you tap you bottom screen with the stylus, and japanese cheerleaders dance in the background.


I've been playing this game like crazy ever since I bought it, and it's eating up alot of my studying time. Honestly...way too much :(. So I swore off it...or tried to. I was on the MRT one day, and I was too dizzy to read my notes (that's my excuse anyways), so I took out my DS and started playing the damn game. I wasn't expecting to accomplish even one song; I cursed to myself like insane, and nearly tore my hair out. I would have paid in full, just to watch myself playing, because it's a dang frustrating game, and watching someone groan, and moan, and struggle is priceless. So anyways, I actually made it through one song, and guess what...THERE WAS ONE SONG LEFT!

Let me go through the game format; there are 19 songs, and 4 difficulties, meaning a total of 76 songs. I've gone through 75 damn songs...and was at the last one. That was on Thursday.

And it's Saturday now, and I've been spending too much time trying to beat that ONE song. How difficult is it, really? Watch and gape and awe. This guy is a beast, and this is the standard I have to match.

Freaky Friday

ZOOM IN!!!!!!!!

Anyways, exams on Monday, and I've sorta lost the motivation to post here; no inspiration lah. But when it strikes, I'll be back. And something Darren said to me, which made alot of sense (surprisingly)...

Don't rush.

Yeah, that's it.

Wednesday, June 20, 2007

I can't really think of anything wise, or inspiring to share, so I'll shut-up for awhile. Things have been bumpy, and I'm stressed with the incoming Terms, so yeah, I'll shut up for now. Seems like there's so little time left until the holidays end.

I want to meet up with Glen Wirawan and the gang...Lots of catching up to do, and I've got things to share with them, so yeah, if you're reading this Glen, I'm really sorry. Council stuff has been eating up lots of time, and debate too.

See you around, everyone, and if you try, you may not succeed, but you can only succeed if you try, so just try.

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

one of these days i'll chase you down

Ahh...dang. I just saw something which have caused my heart to stop beating.

But at least the rest of the world seems fine-and-dandy, so yeah, have a fine-and-dandy rest-of-the-holidays everyone. Seems like I'm the only one who can see what's wrong sometimes, but the rest of the world looks on, wearing their rose-tinted glasses, thinking everything's fine, and I guess that's cool, and I'm cool with that, and I'll smile because everything's fine.

Oblivious to the coming oblivion.

take me to a place

I've got Econs class at 10, but I discovered this new band called "The Academy Is", got hooked and ended up listening to their songs. They really speak to me, like a bunch of really good friends who understand what's in your mind and stuff. Go download them sometime, especially the song I posted below.

And just for the "squee" factor, here's the cutest Raichu I've ever seen.

Sceptics and True Believers

by The Academy Is

Don't be so scared; we will not lead you on
like you've been doing for weeks.
You're selfish, and I'm sorry.
When I'm gone, you'll be going nowhere fast, nowhere fast, nowhere fast.

Would you believe me if I said I didn't need you?
'Cause I wouldn't believe you if you said the same to me.
Near death, last breath, and barely hanging on-
Would you believe me if I said I didn't need you?

Don't be so scared to take a second for reflection,
to take a leave of absence, to see what your made of.
So, I'm selfish and you're sorry.
When I'm gone, you'll be going nowhere fast.
So who's selfish and who's sorry?

Would you believe me if I said I didn't need you?
'Cause I wouldn't believe you if you said the same to me,
Near death, last breath, and barely hanging on-
Would you believe me if I said I didn't need you?

Someone somewhere said somethings that may have sparked some sympathy,
but don't believe, don't believe a word you heard about me.

Don't be so scared, it's harder for me. Don't be so scared.
Don't be so scared, it's harder for me.
Don't be so scared, it's harder for me.
Don't be so scared, it's harder for me. Don't be so scared.

Would you believe me if I said I didn't need you?
'Cause I wouldn't believe you if you said the same to me,
Near death, last breath, and barely hanging on-
Would you believe me if I said I didn't need you?

Someone somewhere said somethings that may have sparked some sympathy,
but don't believe, don't believe a word you heard.

Would you believe me if I said I didn't need you?
'Cause I wouldn't believe you, wouldn't believe you now.

Monday, June 18, 2007

Missing You

I've got the weirdest sensation of "longing".

It's more of "far and away"; both literally and figuratively. At first, the geographical distance became far, and then now that those kilometers have been closed, there's still the distance between the hearts which is so hard to close. I know I'm beating around the bust here, but it's me being intentionally ambiguous.

Just want to say that it's good to know you're back. And you're safe.

But you're still far and away.

Sunday, June 17, 2007

Far and Away

Ahh...I spent the whole day completely detached from the outside world today, know, just resting up and shyte. I hardly logged on to the computer, and even when I did, I appeared offline. And my phone's been hardly on too, because someone took my charger, placed it elsewhere, and I'm too lazy to find it.

So what's been up? Studying lor. And DS. And Heroes!

I'm going to blast your ass to the triassic ages!

That show is <3.>

Anyways. I caught Fantastic Four; Rice of the SilverSurfer (He's chinese, hence the rice) yesterday, with the fourmer 4A people at four in the afternoon. I had arranged to study with Ringo and YanShan earlier; "12 at Plaza Singapura", but I reached at 1, Shan reached at 2, and Ringo overslept. Ahh...typical guys, I guess. Plaza Singapura's not exactly the best place to go study, I guess, so it's all cool.

Yeah...we were all guys, so close to nobody came on time. Sweet memories :). The movie was good, but I still thought the first one was better. Believe it or not, I fell asleep! And at the last minutes too, where the fighting was happening. I slept all the way until the end, and couldn't watch a satisfying conclusion. Darn! I want to watch it again!

Why so lethargic you ask? Council outing. Went to Sentosa. I tried to update at the Council Blog, but I'm not sure whether it's there, but what the hat lah. Darn you DiaryLand.

Long story short, there's only a week until school reopens, and the floodgates are let loose, and the tests all sweeps over us and stuff, so study hard everyone!

Thursday, June 14, 2007

Running Out

Time's short; my term exams are less than 10 days away, and yeah...it's horrible. I'm rushing through, so I won't be here too much. I'll be back in school several times next week too, trying to rush, and Glen Wirawan and a whole bunch of people will be coming from overseas next week, so there'll be alot of catching up happening.

Irregardless, I've been enjoying myself. Live like you'll die tomorrow, and dream like you'll live forever.

See you around everybody, and have a fun-filled and stress-free remainder of the holidays :)

Tuesday, June 12, 2007

For Ryan

Just did a uniform check on myself. I'm naked without the green badge, and the blue part of my tie is showing. Dang!

So I'm like listening to "New Shoes" by Paolo Nutini; "Hey, I got my new shoes on, and suddenly everything feels right". It's a real cheery song, and I spin it whenever I'm under the weather. But some of it's novelty seems to have worn off. I did some self reflection and like a strike from above, a sudden realization came: I DON'T HAVE NEW SHOES!

Then again, it might be because I've listened to it too much, but choosing to blame it on the lack of new shoes is so much more easy to solve, and it's self-fulfilling too.

Buying new shoes...ahh...let's not use the term "buying". Let's use..."shopping". I'm going to shop for shoes. for shoes. for shoes. for shoes. for shoes. for shoes. for shoes. for shoes. for shoes. for shoes. for shoes. for shoes. for shoes. for shoes. for shoes. for shoes. for shoes. for shoes.

If a girl said it...they'll say "I'm going to SHOP FULL-STOP".

If a guy heard this, they'll ask "Shop for?"

"Just shop lor,"

Guys shop with purpose. We pride ourselves at being "in-and-out in 5 minutes". We know what we're looking for, and we're not detail-oriented, because who looks at the "fabric", "pattern" and stuff? Wear it, check whether it's comfy or not, think back whether you got matching clothing (saves the trouble from having to buy another article), and buy.

Girls just shop. Full-stop. It's practically a sport.

Went to raid shirts at Centrepoint yesterday with the guys. Is happy.


Lushka16's guide to being dumped, and taking it like a champ.

From: http://forums.somethingawful.com/showthread.php?threadid=1826659

Rule 1: The relationship is over.

This is the most important rule of all. You need to go back to it at least once every minute in the aftermath of being dumped. It is the most difficult part, yet it is also the foundation for healing. The day you come to terms with it, is the day things start getting better.

In my experience, there are three basic parts to being dumped: Premonition, dump, after-dump.

I have been dumped, and have dumped, lots and lots of times. There has never been an instance where it is random. For every single relationshp, from shortest (2 days) to longest (3 years), there has been a period of time where the breakup is planned. For the person about to get dumped, this period is called premonition. I have always felt a breakup coming, and it is physically a worse feeling than the breakup itself. There is little communication between the couples, an intense feeling of uncertainty, and a strong desire to make it better. The longer the premonition stage lasts, the more apt you are be stupid.

Things to avoid:
Do not go beyond the bounds of your relationship. Don't start saying, "I love you" if that's not what you normally do.

Resist the urge to sulk. Do whatever it takes to get your mind away from it. Get the gently caress out of bed, go to the gym, go for a walk, find some friends, smoke some pot, do whatever it is that you do to de-stress.

Do not start screwing around. The relationship isn't over yet. You might get yourself into some serious trouble.

Don't beat her to the punch, unless you had plans already.

Things to do:
Hey, here's an idea - talk to her. "Hey, what's going on with us, things have been kind of wierd lately." Sure, it might lead to breaking up faster, but that's the point. If it's going to happen, might as well not torture yourself.

Try working things out. I know, it's easier to post an E/N thread on SA than to talk logically to another human being, but take it from me - it can work. If you really care for the relationship, and she's not cheating on your sorry rear end, there's room for work. I've found that the best times I've had were after we've worked things out.



Get ready to go through the 5 stages of loss:

It might not happen in that order, it might not involve all the stages. Chances are you'll experience at least 3 of them, the most popular being bargaining, anger and despair.

Denial - Try your best to avoid it. Denial doesn't help resolve anything, makes the whole process very difficult. Remember rule 1.

Bargaining - Might as well give it a shot. There might be some things that you can reasonably change in the relationship. Give it up after a good shot at it. If it's over, it's over.

Anger - Yup, you're pissed. Get over it.

Despair - This is where the crying begins. Now is the time to NOT be pathetic. There's nothing wrong with crying, but don't make her feel bad for you or pity you. She'll only be pissed. There is little sympathy when it comes to being dumped, so don't play that card. More on this in the post-dump section.

Acceptance - Time to let go, man. Rule 1.

Here's a quick scenario as to how the whole thing might look:

Girl: Things aren't working out.
Boy: Are you sure? I thought things were fine.
Girl: No.
Boy: Well, is there anything we can do to make things better?
Girl: I just don't want to be in a relationship anymore.
Boy: But you were the one who wanted to be in one in the first place! Who put you up to this? Is there another guy? I'll loving kill him.
Girl: [insert despair]
Boy: [insert despair]
Boy: Well, if this is what you want, and if this feels right, and there's nothing I can do or say to change it, then we might as well let it happen.

See? That wasn't so bad. This is a really good time for some Q and A, especially since you'll want to know some of the answers in the post-dump phase. Here is a short list of questions you should ask now, while you're still communicating:

Is there anything I can do to make this relationship work?
Is there anything I could have done to make things better?
What made you decide to do this?
Is there someone else involved?
Is there anything I can do to avoid pissing off future girlfriends?
When did things start to suck? What caused it?

This is a very short list, and you should tailor it to your needs in the premonition phase. If you can get all your important questions answered, it will make life easier in the next phase. Also, be sure to indicate that you don't want to see/talk to her for a while. This is KEY. More on this in the next section.


Nearly a decade has taught me one important thing: This is a very long phase. You need to accept this.

Ok, you just got dumped. Let the emotion out the best way you know. Cry if you have to, beat the poo poo out of something, go for a run, post an E/N thread (maybe go for a run first). Be a man, and find someone to give you a hug. Talk it through with your close friends (not hers). Set some kind of time limit. Say to yourself, "I'm going to be a pile of emotional poo poo for the next hour, then I'm going to start picking myself up." Stick to it, if you're a sulking mess for too long no one is going to want to hear about it.

Inform your friends. People ought to know to be careful around you. If they care about you, they'll help you cope. Put away blatant reminders of her - her pictures, her underwear, her lifesize blowup doll etc.

Go out, live life normally, DO NOT DO ANYTHING RASH. Joining the Army doesn't help, running away doesn't help, you won't get her back if you get into a car accident/attempt suicide, you certainly won't get her back if you vandalize her property. Don't gently caress her sister/friends, don't go beating up some kid who you think might be her new boyfriend. Use Rule 1 folks, it really puts things into perspective.

Just go on with your life. That's the only thing you can do to really take it like a champ. There's a huge list if things you shouldn't do, because they're very annoying, and you'll feel stupid about it later.

Spend lots and lots of time away from her. This is actually a strange situation. Say you spend 4 months away from her and are feeling great. The next time you see her, it'll take you back about 2 months. Then you'll recover, and the next time you see her it'll take you back 1 month. Then 2 weeks. Then 1 week. See what I'm getting at? Recovery is a long process, and there will be setbacks. Don't think it'll be peaches and cream the first time you see her with another guy. Try to avoid her socially until you're certain things are ok. This may take months or years. Rarely weeks. This is why avoidance is key. You don't need to go out of your way to avoid her, just let her know that for a while, you don't want to see her.

Don't play the pity card. Yes, you're upset and hurt and heartbroken. Tell it to your friends, not to her or her friends. Avoid putting up depressing away messages, profiles, blogs, or anything of the like. Understandably, you want her to know how much she hurt you. It does you little good to do that, remember rule 1? Don't go to the same party as her and sit in the corner looking all depressed. She's not going to want you back, you pansy.

Don't go visit her. First of all, it will hurt like a mofo. Secondly, girls are evil and will do lovely things like hug you, cuddle with you, tell you how much they miss you, or hit you with pepper spray. Rule 1 - it still applies. She doesn't want to be with you, just wants to make herself feel a little better. If she wants to come back to you, she'll call you up and say so. Being around her is most likely going to annoy her and make you feel really lovely. Girls have also been known to employ the use of a guy named Todd, who is only there to make you turn emo.

Don't start looking for answers. If you're smart, you already asked them when you two were breaking up. Don't call/IM/email/fox her friends. Yes, they're close to her and they know what's going on. Chances are, they won't tell you what you need to know. They're her friends first, yours second. I'm letting you know now - if you do take this path, you will find out nothing of any use. Do you really want to know if she's seeing someone else? Do you really want to know if she is in bed crying because she misses you? Back to Rule 1. She's going through her own healing process, she doesn't want to be in a relationship with you. Let it go, man. Her friends will report their findings to her, and she'll hate you for snooping.

On a similar note - DON'T loving STALK HER.

The above is the basic foundation for taking a dumping like a champ. There are many little nuances that I can't remember and didn't cover, so be prepared for anything. Of course, I welcome and urge the advice and experience of other goons. The only thing I can guarantee is that life will get better and you'll move on.

Not mine, but I feel this would have been helpful had I read it earlier. Looking back, I did some pretty dumb-shit, which I'm not proud of, so here's to a better next time, which hopefully, won't come along too soon.

Sunday, June 10, 2007

Revival of the Nerd-Side

I've been doing loads of nerdy stuff lately.

1)Listening to Pokemon music (I love the techno version of the first song).

2)Playing Elite Beat Agents and Pokemon.

3)Catching up on Gekirangers.

4)Reading Hajime No Ippo.

5)Eagerly anticipating World War Hulk.

For years the Hulk has been chased all over the world. Hunted and hounded, they refused to let him live in peace. They have tried to destroy him at every turn. The puny humans. Now those he once called friends have betrayed him, sending him out to the farthest reaches of space in an attempt to exile him. But Hulk is stronger than them. Hulk is stronger than everyone. And he’s going to get his revenge. He’s never going to stop making them pay. There will be a war. World War Hulk.

For the uninitiated, this all began last year in the now-classic Planet Hulk storyline, when the Hulk was exiled from Earth by Marvel icons, Iron Man, Black Bolt, Reed Richards and Doctor Strange, aka, the Illuminati. Marooned on the planet, Saakar, Hulk found himself sold as a slave, and forced to compete in a gladiatorial arena. He makes a deadly enemy when he clashes with the Red King, Sakaar’s tyrannical emperor, and scars his face in battle. Hulk overcomes incredible odds and finds allies among his fellow slaves to become a gladiator, a rebel leader and eventually, Sakaar’s new king.

But it all comes to a disastrous end when something terrible happens to the Hulk, his planet and his people when the warp core of the shuttle that sent him to Sakaar in the first place unexpectedly explodes, killing hundreds of thousands of the planet’s inhabitants, including his new wife and their unborn child. Now all the Hulk and his allies, the Warbound are returning to Earth for one thing and one thing only: revenge.

The Hulk is coming. And war is coming with him.


Japan called; They want their Art back

From the look of things, a new Thundercats series will be aired in the near future. But that's not such a good thing. I'm all for "updates", but this is not an update...it's a full-on complete transformation. Is there such a word as gayified?

If there isn't, I'm birthing it right here, right now, and with a perfect case study too. Behold, the gayified Lion-o.

Lion-o was once so manly...I remember the days when he shouted "THUNDERCATS HO!!!!" in that deep sexy low voice of his, and then then...look at those muscles man. Those thighs, biceps, quads, etc. And *bam* a new generation of viewers came, fuelled by anime-bullshyte. I'm a big anime fan, but I don't approve of it permeating into more traditional mediums.

What we have now is a typical bishi; slender body, mischievous grin, big eyes, and hair which is probably conditioned. Where have all the real men gone?

Saturday, June 09, 2007

June Camp and Inner-Rumblings of the Heart

Feel the change.

June camp's passed, and what happened over there, hard as I try, my words won't be able to express. It has pushed me, and changed me, and made me reflect, and made me think of other people MORE. I'm here now, fine (at least, I think so), because people looked out for me, reminding me to drink that water, offering to carry my back-pack, telling me to close the gap, and so on and so forth.

So to the other elects, thanks guys. We made it through together.

With the journey, and an e-mail, came a realisation. I've got a position now; power, and people view me, not just as a single entity, but as part of a bigger organisation, which is the biggest one of all. "Who are you?" they asked during camp. "One council,", I replied, together with everybody else.

And I meant it.

People may interpret my posts as the post of the whole council. It's been said that when you see a student in uniform misbehaving outside, you get a negative view of the school, and I've realised that it applies in cyber-space as well. I can't type random stuff anymore...I know I mean well, but I'm too g(r)ay lah...haha. It's like everything I type, I poke fun at the seriousness and shyte like that. You've read my previous posts, and you know what I mean.

So yeap, from this point on, I'm not typing any AC-related stuff no more. This'll be a blog which touches on daily life, and witty observations, and humorous pictures, and awesome links. It'll be the same, just minus the school life, but who's interested in that anyway O.o?

I'll still be here. Yes, a big part will be gone, but so what, yeah? It's a compromise I've got to make. For the greater good.

I'll shut up now :).

Image of Truth

Monday, June 04, 2007

If you're bored, which should be the case, because it's the holidays, and on top of that, I'll be away, check out this website: http://www.iamthecheese.com/ljimages.php?n=250. Just copy and paste it into your URL, or if you're lazy, then click
here, I guess. It's a site which shows the last images posted on LiveJournal; I'd prefer it to post blogger ones but never mind. It's quite interesting the pictures people post...evokes stalker-like emotions in meh.

Found this, which is gold:

Take note though; It's not worksafe. If you see nudity (which is rare, mind you), don't be surprised. Do give it a check-out, yeah?

Last post. Promise. Goodbye all!


New Gundam series due in October. We're out of the Cosmic Era, and into OUR era. It should be fun how this turns out. The Gundam designs look simplistic, but maybe that's a good thing; the character-designs look very "Clamp" (Makers of Cardcaptor Sakura, X, Tsubasa), and whether that's a good thing, I'm not so certain.


There's supposed to be an outing today, so I'm dropping by before camp. See you guys there!

Holidays are the CB


Feels like I've been subjected to one of them rude awakenings. It wasn't the "sudden-realization", or the "OH-SNAP!" kind, but the kind which sets in, like a train-wreck going in hyper slow-motion. I thought I had my mind made up yesterday...that no matter how hard "that" path was going to be, I'll weather through it because that's the stubborn fool I am, and because I know that I'll breakthrough somehow....that things will change.

But now I'm not so sure. A couple of 'clicks' went through it, the good old brain, and then I begin to doubt my decision, and now I'm completely unsure.

Must be the damn holidays. Holidays are the CB.

I know I'm not making any sense right now, but what I've been doing doesn't make sense either, to me, even....but that can't be...I'm supposed to be smart, and rational and all that *grumblegrumblegrumble*.


I hate to leave on a sad note, but I'm sad and all, so yeah. But that aside, I'm looking forward to council camp. I'll be away for 5 days people, so until then, I'll be seeing you around. Hope you liked that last post, because the more I read it, the more sense it made ;)

Oh! And Shrek 3 blows. It blows hard.

And not in a good way.

Sunday, June 03, 2007

but you're not a book!

One of the most commonplace complains I've heard regarding people is that they are "shallow"; they only look at outer-appearance, and nothing more. During the council elections, I heard that some of the seniors voted based on who is "chio", or "cute" .No offense taken here, I've got this mindset too. But some people have pointed out that "Hey, that's not fair, it's so shalLOW,"

Nothing exemplifies this thought more than the proverb "Don't judge a book by it's cover."

But you're not a book!

Let's say you're in a bookstore, looking for a book to read. What are the processes we go by in selection a book?

First is the cover, which can be compared to one's outer-appearance. If this person looks good, I'll go after him, like, duh.

Next is recommendations. Look at the book and sometimes they'll quote some magazine saying how this is "The Best Book EVA!!", or "The coming of the next LOTR", or something along the lines, which is again, very much like real life. You're judged, not on just the "cover", but on how others see you as well. Get good appraisals, and half the battle's won. For example, the shortest way to a girl's heart, is by making friends with her friends so that they can put in a good word for you: as one of my guys put it, "Keep your girlfriend close, keep her friends closer,"

Last is your "category", and how high up you are in it. Know how books have genres? "Sci-fi" lah, "Fantasy" lah, "Erotica" lah, "Chic Lit" lah, and all that? We, as people, are stuck in our own genre as well; the cliques, or people we hang out, and associate with speak volumes about us. And people have their preferred genres too, so watch where you place yourself on the shelf. Go and be a "best-seller", if possible.

So anyways...yeah...you're like a book, in many ways. And that's kinda unfair, no? The way you're judged based on things you can't really control MUCH.


Open up! Be heard! Screw the cover of a book; I've seen gajillion books with butt-ugly covers (Harry Potter and The Philosopher's Stone, UK EDITION, BLEGH!), but their contents were amazing. The thing about books is they can't open themselves up, they can't scream out what's inside...BUT YOU CAN!

My point is: Don't be a book. Open up. Be heard.

Your pages speak volume, but unless you force people to read you, nobody's going to give a flying-damn.

Saturday, June 02, 2007

Not a book.

Friday, June 01, 2007

Dance Dance 4 Revolution

When I went to Zouk the other day, Hawker made an observation; my dancing was "damn cute". Fark lah. It's called style, okie? I'm using my arms, not just my leg (because nobody sees those anyway), to express my feelings and emotions. I've got the dance hall drug.

Anyways, since we're on this subject, I saw this video yesterday while we were gay-ing at Glen's place yesterday.

Watch it for awesome. And try to keep up. It's DDR, on the keyboard.

Speaking of DDR, here's a random fact: Yours truly gained his dancing prowess through DDR. Here's a more random fact: I used to play on the DDR 30 minutes per day. Evidently, it didn't work, but I did find out that sweat, and the DDR dance mat, don't mix.

Oh, and that electric shocks hurt.

Ever wondered why I'm so dark?

Kukukuku :D.

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