Raymond Angelo is the Exoticoption.

Sunday, September 30, 2007

Sh*t Bricks; The Game

Pardon the profanities present in that picture; couldn't bear to DIGImage the words out. Actually, couldn't be bothered too, but what the what.

With all the exams going on, I'm sure everybody's busy mugging mugging mugging away, but you're here! Thanks for parting with your precious time to be here, reading ME. But in all seriousness though, you should really study. Go. Study. You want to get promoted, don't you?

You don't? Then play this game! Sh*t Bricks! Each image has some sorta dark anomaly....spot it! And by spot, I do mean...SPOT. A DARK SPOT! This was inspired by the motivator-style image, and I had some similar ones saved...so play ons!

Here's an easy one.

He looks sooooo happy.

It's there. Trust me.

Ok then! Hope you had fun! I'll be at Cathay marathon-ing from 10 to 8. That's ten freaking hours. I've got Econs tomorrow, and it's the afternoon paper too, which means I have less time to study for the next day's papers, which are Geography and Physics. Gah. CHIONG CHIONG CHIONG!

Saturday, September 29, 2007

Raymond Is Popular

I made a typo. I had originally intended the title to have "at" instead of "is", but it went against the very basis of my belief and it undermined my ego, so I just...yeah, couldn't help it -_-".

So anyways, the first day of Promos ended yesterday. I thought the GP essay went super fine, but the AQ component was a real dick. I'm serious. I didn't have any solid examples, and had to result to some hypothetical crap about...gah. It was horrid! But other than that, I thought the summary was simple enough, and the questions were adequately challenging. There was Malay B in the afternoon, but let's not talk about that. I could understand it, yay, and from what Jeremy said, Chinese B will have alot of failures, so in the event that I DO fail, I won't be the only one.

The "B" papers ended before the normal mother tongue, so I chose to go home as soon as my paper ended.

Moses: Hey, where are you going?
Raymond: I'm going to Popular. Going to get myself some Pokemon manga.
Moses: The weird thing is...I know you're not kidding. You really are going to go, aren't you?
Raymond: Got that right.

So I headed over to Bras Basah's Pop Club, and got myself some stuff! My TRUE reason for going to Popular is to get the "Challenging Questions: Mathematics" for my revision purposes. Yes. That's it. That's the reason. No...not Pokemon.

So I got my Maths books, my Pokemon Adventures Volume 15 & 16 (8 more to go before I catch up~) and I found this book by Curtis Sittenfeld as well.

Who? She wrote one of my favourite books of all time, Prep, which is a coming-of-age story of this girl who goes to a boarding school. It's a blow-by-blow (and I really do mean BLOW) account of her years in a posh high school, and you grow up with her, as she know...make friends, make boyfriends, and gets her heart-broken by some jerk, and then she matures and stuff like that. I loved it. And when I saw that the same author's got another book, I didn't hesitate.

Mike Gayle's got new stuff too, but it's the "expensive" edition. I'll wait for the cheaper one to come along, because yeap, I'm a miser...but sigh, I feel like such a non-fan. I have all his books, know? And I've been reading him since "Mr Commitment" which was his second book, and he's got more than 5 now.

Anyways. I just want to state that only a real man can go up to the counter with TWO Pokemon books, and a chick flick, and a mugger's best friend. I'm fully comfortable with my masculinity, my maturity, and my manliness.

The next two days look to be full of mugging, and the three days after that full of papers. I don't know how I'll survive, seriously, but I'll make it through.

And I'll BLOG about it. Yas.

Wednesday, September 26, 2007

My Plans; Foiled

I started this morning with the most positive outlook in life, ever. You see, my Wednesdays start with 2 hour break, in which I was planning on an uncontrolled and phenomenally helpful session of studying. But alas, council had me blowing up balloons instead. At least we came up with a cheer to do while...*ahem*.

Anyways, plans to study...foiled!

And then it was after school; my Honour's Night duty only had me reporting at 4:30, so from 1:30 until then, I had plans to study. But again, I got called up to help do balloons. Damnit, damnit all! Gah.

Plans to study...foiled!

And at night...I had carpark duty until 7:30, and line-in article to write, which had me sitting through the whole of Honour's Night up to 9. Gah.

Plans to study...foiled!

So now, I'm studying. I'm planning to pull out all the stops tonight and finish as much stuff as I humanely can. I'm thinking of not going to school tomorrow, but that's not integrious.

And yes, I just made that word up.

Tuesday, September 25, 2007




I am so super-dee-duper-freaking-happy right now. After two whole days of emo-ness, stress and mind-blowing-crap, it's all settled, and I didn't even have to do anything. Yay! Anyway, we stayed back to study again today, but to commemorate the beginning of the Mid-Autumn Festival, me, Hanlin, Jon, Becca and Jolene went up to the top of Oldham in the middle of the night to take some pictures and gather round one lonely moon-cake.


Hooray! Gambatte PROMOS!

Monday, September 24, 2007

Too lame to PUNction.

My last post is in the largest font imaginable! Oh my! I have realised it, tried to rectified it, failed in doing so, and as such, will leave it as it is.

Study hard everyone! And to anyone from AC, our intranet is a treasure trove of information. Go check it out, it has essay outlines, model essays, promo papers from ALL of the other schools, and general stuff. Ask me for directions if you're lost.

On a less pun, more serious note, I swear to put an end to all puns lest I get poor respuns from you guys.

Gah. It's a hard habit to break.

I sit and PUNder what makes thunder.







fuck damnit.

I've lost faith in karma. Completely. I used to have this belief that do good and good stuff happens; it sorta kept me going through a whole bunch of crap, but as of now, today especially, I think I'm resigning myself to the philosophy that "Shit happens", and shit doesn't discriminate either. I'll just keep doing good, I guess, and whatever shit that comes along, I'll fight it.

And win. Long story short, I went through a really bad day today, and what I can say might very well be my worst morning. No, it's not emotional crap; I'm through with that. It's....just unlucky lah.

Anyways! On a more positive note, me and Moses were having a "pun" war, on who can make the most lame puns from the word "pun".

#1 The PUN is mightier than the sword.

#2 Face your PUNishment.

#3 This conversation is PUNctuated with puns.

#4 Give me a second to PUNder.

And the last, but most certainly not least:

Q: What's black, white, and not funny?

OMG. Seriously. I swear, if America ever needed an excuse to invade Singapore, it'll be for possession of WMD.

WeaPUNS of Mass Destruction!

PS: Title came from TuanJiaw's poem from god-knows-when.

Sunday, September 23, 2007

You'll never stop until my final breath is gone.

This song is so loving emo I almost can't stand it.

Ohio Is For Lovers by Hawthorne Heights


I took out the lyrics because I realized lyrics were really cluttering up my blog. Yeap.

Oh Bugger

It was Glen Wirawan's birthday on Thursday, and it totally slipped my mind. I'm horrible with dates.


Dates as in...DD/MM/YR that kind lah, not the go-out-roman-roman kind. But anyways, this is a very public apology cum greeting to Mr Glen Wirawan for living for 17 years, without getting AIDS. Congrats dude.

And yeah, he can be called Aaron now, apparently. He chose the name himself. Personally, I would have gone with "Blade" or "Eternity" or "Dusk" or for a normal name "Lance" (Just imagine..Blade Angelo, or Eternity Angelo. OMG).

Going to mug off again today. Like I did yesterday. And the day before. And the day before. You know the rest.

Friday, September 21, 2007

You Drive Me Suicidal

"I'd like to thank my mother and father for birthing me into this world filled with beautiful girls,"
-Raymond Angelo, September the 21st

So I've been studying and mugging (they're not the same, for the last time!) for the past few days like crazy. It's not because I'm hardworking or anything though. Personally, I think I've become more lazy over the past year, so yeah, all the work now is because of all the months of undone tutorials, doodles in classes and other similarly pointless (yet fun!) activities. I swear I'll work harder next year, I swear.

So anyways, I've been doing the studying and mugging outside home, at either school (where there's free food) or at Sing Post. I like studying in school, but it's a wee-bit far, and when one wishes to mug until 9 something, it's means going home past ten, past curfew, and I won't be able to do anything productive at home too, because I just plonk dead like *ker-plonk*.

So Sing Post it is! On Tuesday, I was at Coffee Bean, and I saw one of the prettiest JC girls I've seen in my time. She's from VJ, a badminton player, as stated on her jacket. Damn, wowza. I kept stealing glances and stuff...which isn't good, but yeah, it always makes me :) to be in the vicinity of pretty girls. She was alone too, which probably means she's single. Also, since she's studying at Sing Post, she must live around the area which is a major plus. But I wasn't sure whether she was J1 or J2, so I didn't dare talk to her, or anything like that. At least, that's my excuse.

After getting some inside information from the pits of Victoria Junior College, I figured she was a J1, since the jacket she was wearing was J1-exclusive. I got Razeen (Primary school friend who's now in VJ) to accompany me to come back on Wednesday. You know, maybe if by some chance they know each other, can intro, and then smuacks smuacks and the works <3.

But alas, destiny worked against me. She wasn't there on Wednesday afternoon! There wasn't space anyway, so me and Razeen headed over to the food court at the basement. And lo-and-behold, another pretty girl! There were two CJ girls this time, and we sat at the table behind them. The girl facing me was astonishingly pretty!

But that didn't mean they passed. I still didn't know whether she was J1 or J2.

So the other girl had a pile of papers on her seat, which will probably reveal whether she was J1 or 2. I got Razeen to discretely peep at the papers. Under the guise of TYING HIS SHOELACES, he sneaked a peek, TURNING HIS HEAD IN A MOST OBVIOUS FASHION, like the head-turning scene in Exorcist. He failed, yeah, at both doing it DISCRETELY, and at getting the information. The writing was too "small". So we eavesdropped instead, and they were talking about "market failure", so yeah, I guess they are J1s, because no J2 will be discussing "market failure" at this time. And they looked like Arts Students too, because they had no calculators on their tables. Awesome. But, yeah, all I did was look. She had a friend with her and I had a friend with me, so gah.

Today, again, I dropped by Sing Post to do some serious studying. OK, and maybe some...yeah, you know. VJ-girl wasn't there, but there was CJ girl! After the firework extravaganza inside of me extinguished themselves, I cooly and calmly took a seat, at the table behind her, which meant I was as close to her as possible, yet, I wasn't facing her. I didn't have a choice, because that was the only table free. I could have faced her, but then, that'll be like making a deal with the devil; focus, "Raymond, you have to get your Econs H3!"

In the end, we exchanged no words again, but I did see a few malay girls stealing glances at me. Ahh...

Mugging some more tomorrow. See you people, and may be the pretty girls be with you. And with me.

I'd prefer they be with me.

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

Light Up The Sky by Yellowcard

You're making a choice to live like this
In all of the noise I am silence
We already know how it ends tonight
You run in the dark through a firefight
I would explode just to save your life
I would explode

Let me light up the sky
Light it up for you
Let me tell you why
I would die for you
Let me light up the sky

I can't find a wall to pin this to
They're all coming down since I found you
I just wanna be where you are tonight
I'll run in the dark looking for some light
And how will we know if we just don't try
We won't ever know

Let me light up the sky
Light it up for you
Let me tell you why
I would die for you

Let me light up the sky
Light it up for you
Let me make this mine
I'll ignite for you

Let me light up the sky
Just for you tonight
Let me help you fly
'Cause you won't have time
To cover your eyes and get your disguise
They won't ask you why, they'll just watch you die

And it's still so hard to be who you are
So you play this part, and the show goes on
That you come this far with a broken heart
Yeah, you come this far and you're broken...

Let me light up the sky
Light it up for you
Let me tell you why
I would die for you

Let me light up the sky (Let me light up the sky)
Light it up for you (Light it up for you)
Let me make this mine (Let me make this mine)
I'll ignite for you, I'll ignite for you

Let me light up the sky (Let me light up the sky)
Light it up for you (Light it up for you)
Let me tell you why (Let me tell you why)
I would die for you (I would die for you)

And it's still so hard to be who you are
But you come this far with a broken heart
And it's still so hard to be who you are
But you come this far and you're broken

Light up the sky

Let me light up the sky

Sunday, September 16, 2007

Tibetan Personality Test

So I was kinda bored, just finished studying at Sing Post, and doing my minutes, and then I saw this test on someone's nick. I thought it was Jeremy Tan's one, and I've always found the stuff he sends over interesting, but alas, it wasn't. Nevertheless, I sat for it, and I've discovered some stuff about myself...shan't comment on the results, just post it here.

My priorities:

Adjectives for:
-Sex life=Energizing (Means that when I do it, I'll have more energy to do it again? Sorta like a...Perpetual Sexual Machine)
-My life=Calm

There was another aspect of the test, but it involved names of persons, and I shan't put it down. Just want to comment that when there was "red", I thought of the person who...know...made me "see red", but it turned out to be the person I "love" which is kinda WTF. I guess tests involving persons can never be accurate because there'll always be new people you meet everyday.

And that's why life rocks.

Do it here:

Saturday, September 15, 2007

Studies show mugging causes retardation.

Left to Right: Joce, Nicholas, Sherman, Evan, Delilah, Angela and Victoria.

Picture was taken during the AC Games preparations held on one of the holiday-days. We won the first Bench Ball game!

Why am I wearing red? Because I'm REaDy.

Gah. I'm clumsy actually; my Eagles' Wing shirt got caught on one of the nails in the sports complex and there's now a big-ass hole at the back. I'll sew it up, or maybe patch it with some crazy pattern...

OH! Fashion statement...being processed...Here's the deal: Make holes on your shirts, and then sew some random pattern under it. After my past fashion statements which never really took off, I'll go in this one with the same level of enthusiasm and optimism. Yeah.

Shall post pictures when I get it done.

Preparing for promos, so I'll get back at 'cha afterwards.


The Bad Habit by Dresden Dolls

biting keeps your words at bay
tending to the sores that stay
happiness is just a gash away
when i open a familiar scar
pain goes shooting like a star
comfort hasn't failed to follow so far...

and you might say it's self-indulgent
you might say its self-destructive
but, you see, it's more productive
than if i were to be healthy

& pens and penknives take the blame
crane my neck & scratch my name
but the ugly marks
are worth the momentary gain...
when i jab a sharpened object in
choirs of angels seem to sing
hymns of hate in memorandum

and you might say it's self-indulgent
and you might say it's self-destructive
but, you see, it's more productive
than if i were to be happy

and sappy songs about sex and cheating
bland accounts of two lovers meeting
make me want to give mankind a beating

and you might say it's self-destructive
but, you see, i'd kick the bucket
sixty times before i'd kick the habit

and as the skin rips off i cherish the revolting thought
that even if i quit
there's not a chance in hell i'd stop
and anyone can see the signs
mittens in the summertime
thank you for your pity, you are too kind

and you might say its self-inflicted
but you see that's contradictive
why on earth would anyone practice self destruction?

and pain opinions are sitcom feeding
they dont know that their minds are teething
makes me want to give mankind a beating

i'm tried bandages and sinking
i've tried gloves and even thinking
i've tried vaseline
i've tried everything
and no-one cares if your back is bleeding
they're concerned with their hair receding
looking back it was all maltreating
every thought that occurred misleading

makes me want to give myself a beating....

A song about slitting yourself. Awesometitude.

Thursday, September 13, 2007


On a study-break.

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Attempt #2

It was during my first break of the day. Mother tongue was supposed to be going on, but upon finding an empty classroom, I headed down to the void deck to join the class. After disposing of my Chicken Rice, I set my eyes on another goal: The Elite 4 and The Champion.

My team was fronted by Infernape. In my first attempt, I made it a point to use all of my Pokemons, to ensure balanced distribution of experience. "A team that grows together, wins together" was what they said, after all. But after crashing out at the last minute, I removed this philosophy. My plan was to go in with my strongest Pokemon, and take out the opponents with as little HP lost as possible.

My battle against the Bug-Trainer was a breeze. I Flame-wheeled my way through, demolishing all his Pokemons in less than 2 hits. Without breaking a sweat, I was a fifth through my Pokemon League experience.

And afterwards came the Ground-Trainer. She started off with Quaqsire, a ground-and-water type; if only I had a grass-type, but I didn't, and none of my Pokemon held attacks which were super effective against him. So, I chose a Pokemon at random: Gastrodon and plowed through. But alas, no. He used "Double Team", and increased his evasiveness. And top of this, he used "Sand-storm", which not only buffets my Pokemon with sand, but also increases his evasiveness further. My Gastrodon's attacks kept missing, and by the time I switched to someone with better eyes (Staraptor), his evasiveness had reached close to maximum, and I went on for 5 minutes without hitting him.

And I gave up. Damn.

Monday, September 10, 2007

VS The Elite 4

Gastrodon lvl 60
Infernape lvl 60
Staraptor lvl 60
Bronzong lvl 60
Luxray lvl 60


|| BOSS BATTLE `~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~| $6840 |\
|\ Elite Four Aaron '._____.'|
|*| Dustox | BUG / PSN | L53 | M |#|
|*| [ Toxic ] [ Bug Buzz ] |#|
|*| [ Double Team ] [ Light Screen ] |#|
|*| Heracross | BUG / FTG | L54 | M |#|
|*| [ Megahorn ] [ Close Combat ] |#|
|*| [ Night Slash ] [ Stone Edge ] |#|
|*| Vespiquen | BUG / FLY | L54 | F |#|
|*| [ Attack Order ] [ Defend Order ] |#|
|*| [ Heal Order ] [ Power Gem ] |#|
|*| Beautifly | BUG / FLY | L53 | M |#|
|*| [ Energy Ball ] [ Bug Buzz ] |#|
|*| [ Psychic ] [ Shadow Ball ] |#|
|*| Drapion | PSN / DRK | L57 | M |#|
|*| [ X-Scissor ] [ Cross Poison ] |#|
|*| [ Ice Fang ] [ Aerial Ace ] |#|

|| BOSS BATTLE `~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~| $7080 |\
|\ Elite Four Bertha '._____.'|
|*| Quagsire | WTR / GRD | L55 | F |#|
|*| [ Dig ] [ Double Team ] |#|
|*| [ Protect ] [ Sandstorm ] |#|
|*| Hippowdon | GRD | L59 | F |#|
|*| [ Earthquake ] [ Stone Edge ] |#|
|*| [ Crunch ] [ Curse ] |#|
|*| Sudowoodo | RCK | L56 | F |#|
|*| [ Earthquake ] [ Sucker Punch ] |#|
|*| [ Hammer Arm ] [ Sandstorm ] |#|
|*| Golem | RCK / GRD | L56 | F |#|
|*| [ Earthquake ] [ Gyro Ball ] |#|
|*| [ Brick Break ] [ Sandstorm ] |#|
|*| Whiscash | WTR / GRD | L55 | F |#|
|*| [ Fissure ] [ Aqua Tail ] |#|
|*| [ Zen Headbutt ] [ Rock Slide ] |#|

|| BOSS BATTLE `~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~| $7320 |\
|\ Elite Four Flint '._____.'|
|*| Rapidash | FIR | L58 | M |#|
|*| [ Flare Blitz ] [ SolarBeam ] |#|
|*| [ Bounce ] [ Sunny Day ] |#|
|*| Infernape | FIR / FTG | L61 | M |#|
|*| [ Flare Blitz ] [ ThunderPunch ] |#|
|*| [ Mach Punch ] [ Earthquake ] |#|
|*| Lopunny | NRM | L57 | M |#|
|*| [ Fire Punch ] [ Charm ] |#|
|*| [ Mirror Coat ] [ Sunny Day ] |#|
|*| Steelix | STL / GRD | L57 | M |#|
|*| [ Fire Fang ] [ Rock Tomb ] |#|
|*| [ Screech ] [ Sunny Day ] |#|
|*| Drifblim | GHO / FLY | L58 | M |#|
|*| [ Will-O-Wisp ] [ Ominous Wind ] |#|
|*| [ Double Team ] [ Baton Pass ] |#|

|| BOSS BATTLE `~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~| $7560 |\
|\ Elite Four Lucian '._____.'|
|*| Mr. Mime | PSY | L59 | M |#|
|*| [ Psychic ] [ Thunderbolt ] |#|
|*| [ Reflect ] [ Light Screen ] |#|
|*| Medicham | FTG / PSY | L60 | M |#|
|*| [ Drain Punch ] [ Fire Punch ] |#|
|*| [ ThunderPunch ] [ Ice Punch ] |#|
|*| Alakazam | PSY | L60 | M |#|
|*| [ Psychic ] [ Energy Ball ] |#|
|*| [ Focus Blast ] [ Recover ] |#|
|*| Bronzong | STL / PSY | L63 | |#|
|*| [ Psychic ] [ Gyro Ball ] |#|
|*| [ Earthquake ] [ Calm Mind ] |#|
|*| Girafarig | NRM / PSY | L59 | M |#|
|*| [ Psychic ] [ Shadow Ball ] |#|
|*| [ Double Hit ] [ Crunch ] |#|

___________________ __________
\`.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~./_____________\ /
|| FINAL BATTLE `~~~~~~~~~~~~~| $13200 |.
|\ Champion Cynthia /________\|
|.| Spiritomb | GHO / DRK | L61 | F |.|
|:| [ Dark Pulse ] [ Psychic ] |:|
|;| [ Silver Wind ] [ Embargo ] |;|
|;| Gastrodon | WTR / GRD | L60 | F |;|
______ |:| [ Muddy Water ] [ Earthquake ] |:| ______
|:| [ Stone Edge ] [ Sludge Bomb ] |:|
__________ |.| Milotic | WTR | L63 | F |.| __________
|:| [ Surf ] [ Ice Beam ] |:|
|;| [ Mirror Coat ] [ Aqua Ring ] |;|
_____________ |;|____________________________________|;| _____________
|;| Garchomp | DRG / GRD | L66 | F |;|
__________ |:| [ Dragon Rush ] [ Earthquake ] |:| __________
|:| [ Brick Break ] [ Giga Impact ] |:|
______ |.| Lucario | FTG / STL | L63 | M |.| ______
|:| [ Aura Sphere ] [ Dragon Pulse ] |:|
|;| [ Psychic ] [ Earthquake ] |;|
|;| Roserade | GRS / PSN | L60 | F |;|
|:| [ Energy Ball ] [ Sludge Bomb ] |:|
|:| [ Shadow Ball ] [ Extrasensory ] |:|

Get This! I actually made it all the way to the last Pokemon, Lucario, using only 2 Full Restores and 3 Max Revives. So there we were, me and the Pokemon champion down to our last Pokemons each. I had Bronzong with a fifth of his HP, and he had Lucario, cut down to half. Lucario was persistently using Psychic against Bronzong, who was already a Psychic-type. His attack wasn't effective; on the other hand, Bronzong's Psychic was laying waste. With STAB (Same Type Attack Bonus) on my side, and him being a fighting Pokemon, I was on track to winning. I had one final push to make, and then it came out. "Full Restore!". The PP for my move was down to 1, I knew I stood no chance. Mercilessly, he used Force Palm, knocking Bronzong down and out. Bibarel, my HM tank, proved useless against the power house too.

Nevertheless, it was a noble effort. We will meet again, Pokemon League. You can...BET ON IT!

Sunday, September 09, 2007


Watched High School Musical 2 and it was amazing.

I am aware that it's been out on the net for the longest time, and I could have downloaded it along with the rest of the net-goons, but...it didn't feel right, watching on the computer. So yeah, watched it on the small screen, with popcorn and brothers. I wanted to do homework while watching, but I gave up because the show was too good.

I'll do a more interesting write-up, but seriously, the "Bet On It" scene was amazing. It was so cliche, and the director knew it, and played it up even more. Combined with Zac's utter gayness, it was a really good scene. The part where he sees his reflection on the lake? Glorious.

And more good news! Vanessa isn't sacked! Yay! Can't find the source now, but I'll put up a more credible link later.

And did anybody else notice the superfluous fan-service? It's disguised by all the cutesy-ness and bright colours, and were worn in th guise of "summer wear", but the girls wore very little, had extremely short skirts, were in halters most of the time, and were in swim-suits too. And the girls had their share too, when Zac took off his top...more than once!


To: The New Paper

I refer to your article "Was photo for her boyfriend" (The New Paper, 8 Sep).

What sort of sick publication are you trying to run here? I applaud you for being on top of the Vanessa-Scandal. Your article came only a day after the pictures surfaced, and your response was quick. Good on you.

But is it really necessary to put the images of her on your newspaper? Front page even? I know you guys want to sell your tabloids, but this is a serious low. You have effectively scarred the minds of the thousands of innocent youths who are blissfully living their lives, clueless of the scandal their idol is in. Admittedly, your tabloids reach many households in Singapore, and hence, many children will lay their eyes upon your filthy sheets. Just imagine the psychological damage, and the influence that image will have on them.

Seriously, you guys are disgusting.

And you call that censorship? You merely blocked the naughty bits from view, just for the sake of passing the censors, and reaching publication. You guys are sick, and I'm sure that if you had it your way, you'll have her naked, sprawled, and forgive me, fucked. One possibility is to have an all-text article, but that will be boring won't it? That won't sell! I agree, that it will be boring, so why not put a picture of her fully-clothed? "That won't sell as much," was probably your train of thought, you greedy pricks.

The credible media has worked collectively to make the image as hard to obtain as possible. As of now, the only source of these images are blogs, shifty websites for wankers, and underground forum. The CREDIBLE MEDIA has refused to sink to new lows, where they exploit lusty old males, and scandal hungry females.

Then again, The New Paper is IN-CREDIBLE.

You know, she might not even be 18 when that picture was taken. She turned 18 at the end of last year, and the picture might not be all that new. And by most estimates, she was in her mid-18s when the pictures were taken, so you published a photo of someone barely legal. Congrats, you bunch of barely-pedophiles.

The bunch of fuckers who work for the New Paper establishment are money-mongers with no pride in their craft. This is me speaking from the bottom of my heart, and I hope you realize that fans of High School Musical, and of Vanessa Anne Hudgens hate you, and with right reasons. On the other hand, you have gained the favor of the sick "uncles" in Singapore.


Saturday, September 08, 2007

Depressed :(

Nude Vanessa Hudgens Photograph Prompts Pink Slip - In light of the scandalous nude photograph recently posted on the web, Walt Disney has decided to part ways with Hudgens and, according to reports, have even already replaced her part in 'High School Musical 3.'

US Weekly reports, "Due to the recent scandal of "High School Musical" star Vanessa Hudgens' naked photo scandal, Execs at Disney have parted ways with the star and have decided to replace her with "Cheetah Girls" star Adrienne Bailon.

The decision came just hours after the scandal became public and got to the offices at Disney. Says insiders, "It was an extremely hard decision to do. Vanessa has become apart of the family, but we felt it was irresponsible of her to do what she did."

This makes me so depressed, I can't even type anymore. This is the kinda news that brings tears to my eyes...I don't think watching HSM2 this weekend will be the same; It's like saying goodbye to a really good friend, no? I fell in love with her in HSM, celebrated when I found out that she was part-filipino, and sang along to her songs. Nude photos or not, I feel it's abit harsh to drop her; sure, it's irresponsible, but it's a mistake on her part, no? What ever happened to second chances?



Thursday, September 06, 2007

This speaks to me.

Admit it!
Despite your pseudo-bohemian appearance
That vaguely leftist doctrine of beliefs
You know nothing about art or sex
That you couldn’t read in any trendy New York underground fashion magazine
Prototypical non-conformist
You are a vacuous soldier of the thrift store Gestapo
You adhere to a set of standards and tastes
That appear to be determined by an unseen panel of hipster judges (bullshit)
Giving a thumbs up or thumbs down to incoming and outgoing trends and styles of music and art
"Go analog baby, you’re so post-modern"
You’re diving face forward into an antiquated path
It’s disgusting, its offensive don’t stick your nose up at me

Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

You spend your time sitting in circles with your friends
Pontificating to each other forever competing for that one moment of self aggrandizing glory
In which you hog the intellectual spotlight
Holding dominion over the entire shallow pointless conversation
Oh we’re not worthy when you walk by a group of quote unquote normal people
You chuckle to yourself patting yourself on the back as you scoff
It's the same superiority complex
Shared by the high school jocks who made your life a living hell
And it makes you a slave to the competitive capitalist dogma
You spend every moment of your waking life bitching about

Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
And I say yeah, what do you have to say for yourself
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Cause I’m proud of my life and the things that I have done
Proud of myself and the loner I’ve become
You’re free to whine, it will not get you far
I do just fine, my car and my guitar

Proud of my life and the things that I have done
Proud of myself and the loner I’ve become
You’re free to whine, it will not get you far
I do just fine, my car and my guitar, yeah

Well let me tell you this, I am shamelessly self-involved
I spend hours in front of the mirror, making my hair elegantly disheveled
I worry about how this album will sell
Because I believe that it will determine the amount of sex I will have in the future
I self medicate with drugs and alcohol to treat my extreme social anxiety

You are a faker (admit it)
You are a fraud (admit it)
Yeah, you’re living a lie (hey) living a lie (hey) your life is living a lie
You don’t impress me (admit it)
You don’t intimidate me (admit it)
Why don’t you bow down, get on the ground, walk this fucking plank

Yeah, what do you have to say for yourself
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
And I say yeah what do you

I’m proud of my life and the things that I have done
Proud of myself and the loner I’ve become
You’re free to whine, it will not get you far
I do just fine, my car and my guitar, guitar go!

I'm drift drift drift drifting yeah
I'm drift drift drift drifting yeah oh

And I am done with this
I wanna taste the breeze of every great city
My car and my guitar, my car and my guitar
So you've come to be, made of these, urgent unfulfilled
Oh no no no no no
When I'm dead I'll rest
When I'm I'll rest, I'll lay still
When I'm dead I'll rest, I'll rest

Admit it!!! by Say Anything


I'm going to be seriously busy for the next few days.

Today: AC Games, Seniors' Night Video, Line-In Stuff.
Tomorrow: Open House Preparation, which will hopefully end super early.

Saturday: Open House from 7:30 to 4:00.

Sunday: Day before re-opening of school; With tutorials to finish, Econs IL to do, and all the school-related stuff to finish up, this is going to be hectic.

And I've got the promos, still.

Ringo said reading my stuff brings tears to his eye, especially one of the latest ones involving centre of gravity. Ahh...I guess I'm sado-masochist like this, but look at it this way, I still have time to play Pokemon, and type out stuff like this, so I'm a-okay :).

QFT (Quote For Truth)

Source: Swamps of the Internets

Wednesday, September 05, 2007

Raymond's Show

Just imagine the song for Elmo's World, or something like that, and insert the following lyrics in.


Raymond's Show!


Raymond's Show! Raymond's Show!

If you want to know the weather!
Just ask Raymond!




Holy crap.

Tuesday, September 04, 2007

My Heart's Beating


After a plateful of the BEST Fish and Chips in town, I was feeling really sluggish, and fattish, so as soon as I reached home, I reached for the skipping rope too.

(10+20+30+40+50+60+70+80+90+100)*3=1650 skips.

That was almost 3 hours ago, and until now, my heart's beating like mad, like it wants to leap out of my chest. Just goes to show how un-fit I've gotten...but seriously, this is frustrating. I'm starting to feel that I'm not meant to be fit, what with all these obstacles thrown in my way *grumblegrumblegrumble*.

My usual skipping rope snapped, my ankle weights have hole in them, and my running shoes are out of gas. To top it off, I'm lazy too, so there.

I'll try to sleep again, and please, let me rest in peace.

For the time being, that is.

Monday, September 03, 2007


My holiday's off to a fine start!

I woke up bright and early this morning, yeap! 7 and Raymond Angelo's up and running! I played Pokemon, and got some revision done, too, so all and all, I was super productive. In view of the coming Promotional Examinations, I had planned to mug with Glen Wirawan, at the Cathay this time around, and we were joined by his fellow CJC-ian Jasmine.

We had a real tough time deciding where to study. You see, the tables at Ben&Jerry's where small, but super stable. It was an added bonus that the ice-creams were nice and the waitresses were reasonably pretty. On the other hand, the tables there were small. In contrast, the tables at the basement were ginormous, but according to Glen, were "shaky". Funny how you don't notice things until someone points it out, and when he pointed it out, dang it was I bothered by it an awful lot.

In the end, since we had three people, we settled for the basement. Mugged from 12:30 all the way to 4:30, 4 hours, plus 2 in the morning, and I'll squeeze in 2 later in the evening. It feels like I'm trapped in a never-ending cycle of mugs.

So yeap, the two of them went off to watch RAT-TA-TOO-EE, and I joined the 4A guys to watch Evan Almighty.

Or so I thought. There I was, under the impression that we were going to watch a show based on Noah and his animals. I was even making flood-related jokes too, like "Hey, better go to the toilet before the show starts! When the flood comes, it really COMES," Even as I settled in my seat, as the rest said stuff like "You better not scream," I was clueless. Blur like sotong, some may say.

And then the show began. The opening scene showed rain, pouring apocalyptic rain, and then it felt too dark, and then I thought to myself, "This can't be Evan Almighty,". And I was right. But I hoped I was wrong. It was 1048, from the best-selling author, Stephen King.


I just watched a horror show a couple of weeks ago...this was way too soon. But it was fun lah, ultimately. I did my inner-screaming thing, and the hand gestures I make when I get excited. By god, the show was freaky, and I'm beginning to doubt how I'm going to sleep tonight, but goodness, I'll TRY.

My only problem with the show is the lack of explanation. I mean to say, I was scared *pardon me* SHITLESS in that damn movie. It was edge-of-your-seat terrifying, and the whole concept of a room out to get your ass was frightening...but you better have a damn good explanation when you pull out crazy ass effects, but there was nothing. The movie ended on a low-note: I prayed for demons to come out at the end of the movie..."God, please let there be demons, or vengeful spirits" but nothing.

Bah. It's like porn. Pardon the analogy, but there's lotsa action, but without a story, you ain't good for much.

We went to eat dinner at Fish and Co. Total attendance was good...almost all the 4A guys were there, so yay us! A recent studied revealed that you tend to revert to your bad habits in the company of really good friends, and today, I really let go man. We were swearing like sailors, and talking about the TABOO. TABOO, I TELL YOU! Things forgotten...like the SCANDALS, and the CRAZY-ASS shyte we did, and what we're up to now, and life, and girls. I heard names like..."Flying hippo" lah, "Air pork" lah, and the works.

Went home at around 10-ish, fed and watered, having spent nearly $250. I think I got cheated though. According to the menu, I ordered the BEST Fish and Chips. On the receipt, however, it was listed as Fish and Chips, and even the waitress came and called it NORMAL Fish and Chips.

I only want the BEST. Hmpph.

4A guys. BEST.

Sunday, September 02, 2007

Project Worhhx

Project Work has forced me to dive into Photoshop, and I can't stand using an inferior program, Elements. Must get someone to burn it for me sometime. I can't even make the words glow for goodness sake! That's my favourite tool!

Above my first attempt at a poster. I liked the way it turned out in the end, but I still hate the fact I can't make the words glow.

Ignore that thing on the side by the way, it's for my PW blogspot site.

Saturday, September 01, 2007

The Holiday Ain't Feeling Like No Holiday

I've got lotsa stuff to settle this holidays, and yeah, I'm seriously busy. Worse case scenario involves me returning to school every single dang day of this holidays. Agh.

Anyways, I guess things become more complicated when you're not truly devoted to someone or something. I faced such a predicament recently, and my priorities were all conflicting, and ultimately, I had to make a choice, which sucks, because I disappoint people no matter what I choose to do. Such incidences are inevitable as you grow older, or at least, I hope this applies to everyone.

I used to live a more simple life. I knew where the centre of my universe was, and my life revolved around, yeah, that centre; everything else comes after, later, or were chucked aside. It felt right, like it was meant to be, and now that the centre has been lost, I'm drifting in space: a marionette cut loose.

So now I'm stranded in the middle of lots of things, and I'm happy to be in the middle of everything because I find comfort in the chaos. It's almost like no one can see me because of the busy-ness, it's like a comfort zone I can just shuffle my way into.

Don't think anybody else is absorbing this, so I'll stop, like this.

PS: Hi Shern! Hi Mik!

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