nick

he only kind of people that try to make others miserable are those that
are miserable themselves. So every time you try to rip on Zim, it's
easy to see that you're all really just unloved piles of shit that have
some serious emotional Ebola. Bleed out, motherfuckers, bleed out.

And no, he didn't ask me to do this, this is on my own accord. I've never met Zim, but I know he's a good person, and you little
insignificant fucking infants aren't worth the paper he wipes his ass
with. You all are pie as fuck, get 'em the fuck outta here.

 Man, you got some real sad ass people commenting
down there. It's one thing to be a dick, but at least be creative. You
faggots are about as impactful as your average garden variety bullies.
What did Zim even say that got you on his page attempting to talk shit?

One of you douchebags has a private blog called myowndick? Not only are
you such an unevolved cuntstain that the title of your blog alone is
able to show how much of a fucking child you are, you actually think
that your advice is worthy enough to be reflected on. Christ, if I were
you, I would've killed myself ages ago. You probably fight it every day
though. Follow through - just remember, it's down the street, not across
the road.

 

tennis + swim

Damn it totally started raining at 6pm, while i was walking back home. I walked through the heavy rain today. Was cursing underneath my breath. Why the hell did it have to rain when i was just about to have fun with esther and furqan. I thought it was going to get called off! Bloody hell! Thank god Esther insisted that we wait for the rain to stop. So she came over we sang songs and played the guitar and stuff like that. Played tennis! Till 10pm, had the whole court to ourselves and then went for a swim! =)

tennis

Yes, she asked for tennis! She asked! Finally, after like what? 3 weeks of not playing tennis together. She asked. I know i should have asked. i'm the many anyway, i should be instigating and starting but nooo. I was afraid. Afraid she'd say no. Afraid i'd freak her out. But yeah nevermind, she wants to play tennis. GOOOD, GOOD.

Autumn is such a beautiful death.

To you

When we met, I thought you were...sort...of adorable.I never understood what people meant when they said adorable. I never felt that way about a person before. Now I know. I want to do things for you, all kinds of thing.Not just because I want to make you happy,but because it makes mr happy. I feel so nice when you're with me. I want to be with you all the time, for a long time.

science

In the course of centuries the naïve self-love of men has had to submit to two major blows at the hands of science. The first was when they learnt that our earth was not the centre of the universe but only a tiny fragment of a cosmic system of scarcely imaginable vastness... the second blow fell when biological research destroyed man's supposedly privileged place in creation and proved his descent from the animal kingdom and his ineradicable animal nature… But human megalomania will have suffered its third and most wounding blow from the psychological research of the present time which seeks to prove to the ego that it is not even master in its own house, but must content itself with scanty information of what is going on unconsciously in its mind

— Sigmund Freud
Introductory Lectures on Psychoanalyis (1916), in James Strachey (ed.), The Standard Edition of the Complete Psychological Works of Sigmund Freud (1963), Vol. 16, 284-5.

santa clause

found this on the internet

No known species of reindeer can fly. But there are roughly 300,000 species of living organisms yet to be classified. While most of these are insects and germs, this does not rule out flying reindeer - though Santa and my uncle Ralph, in his drinking days, are the only people who've ever seen one.
There are two billion children (small people under the age of 1 in the world. But since Santa doesn't (appear to) handle most non-Christian children, that reduces the workload to about 15 per cent of the total (roughly 378 million according to the Population Reference Bureau). At a rate of say, 3.5 children per household, that's 91.8 million homes. One presumes there's at least one good kid in each.
Santa has 31 hours of Christmas to work with, thanks to the different time zones and the rotation of the earth, assuming he travels east to west. That's 822.6 visits per second. For each eligible household, Santa has 1/1000th of a second to park the sleigh, jump down the chimney, fill the stockings, put presents under the tree, eat any snacks, kiss mommy when available, get back up the chimney, hop in the sleigh and move on.
Assuming each of these 91.8 million stops are evenly distributed around the earth, we're now talking about 0.78 miles per household - a total trip of 75.5 million miles, not counting stops to let Santa and the reindeer do what most of us must do at least once every 31 hours.
This means Santa's sleigh moves at 650 miles per second, or 3,000 times the speed of sound. The fastest man-made vehicle, the Ulysses space probe, moves at a poky 27.4 miles a second (a conventional reindeer, by the way, can run 15 miles per hour, tops).
Assuming each child gets nothing more that a medium-sized Lego set (two pounds), the sleigh is carrying 321,300 tons, not counting overweight Santa. Conventional reindeer can pull no more than 300 pounds. Even granting flying reindeer could pull 10 times the normal amount, Santa would need 214,200 reindeer. This increases the payload (not counting the sleigh) to
353,430 tons, or four times the weight of the Queen Elizabeth II.
353,000 tons travelling at 650 miles a second creates enormous air resistance, which would heat the reindeer to incandescence in the same fashion as spacecraft or meteors entering the earth's atmosphere. The lead pair of reindeer will absorb 14.3 quintillion joules of energy. Per second. Each. In short, they will burst into flame almost instantaneously, exposing
the reindeer behind them and creating deafening sonic booms. The entire team will be vaporized within 4.26 thousandths of a second.
Santa, meanwhile, will be subjected to centrifugal forces of 17,500.06 gravities. A 250-pound Santa (a wee bit of an underestimate) would be pinned to the back of his sleigh by 4,315,015 pounds of force.
The Internet originator's conclusion to the above: "If Santa ever did deliver presents on Christmas Eve, he's dead now."

teachers

I have no idea what to these teachers think in their head when they come up to you and go like, i hate to do this but i have to do this. Oh come on, if u really hate to do it? Then don't do it. It's not that hard to just not do it aye? I mean come on if you really don't want to do it DON'T DO IT. Its as simple as that don't go and give me that bullshit about how it hurts you to see yourself do this.

Cut the crap, Don't be a bitch and do what you think is right. You know it's not fair. It's not fair then. Do what is fair. Do what you think is right. And i think you need to quit the bullshit and straight up don't give me shit. You're a teacher. You're over 25, i'm pretty sure you know how to make your own decisions aye? Think think think, i don't think you need someone to tell you what to do.

Voices in ma head.

When i hear a woman's voice, i feel like someone's tickling my ears, and its' a really, really nice feeling. But your voice is unlike anyone else's. It's like my ears are filling with cotton candy or something, and i wish i wish i could keep listening forever.

Young women

young
women these days are no less infatuated with rich men than the professionals
are.”
“At least that’s what people say.”
“Do you realize what that means? Women aren’t necessarily calculating,
choosing their partners on the basis of the math.”
“Oh? What are they doing then?”
“A surprising number of these women seriously believe in the purity
of the love they feel for a rich man—that it’s got nothing to do with the
fact that they’re getting expensive gifts and meals at good restaurants. In
their mind, they’re not calculating anything. They really believe they love
the guy. And yet, while they may believe it, it isn’t entirely true. Because
even though they keep telling themselves, He’s so kind, and I really love
him, the moment their honey drops out of his Elite Street life or comes
down with a terminal disease, the moment his loaded parents go bankrupt,
they start singing a different tune. All at once, without any qualms
whatsoever, they say, I thought I loved him, but I was wrong, and then,
with hardly a moment’s hesitation, they throw him over. There are plenty
of women like that. And when they meet the next wealthy guy, they say,
This time my love is real.”

JJ VS MI

Okay, 24 - 24.
We're 3rd now. It was a tie but we have more goal scores overall so yeah.

Getting shit.

Don't you just hate being let down, when you're hopes were high. The feeling of being dissapointed ,that emptiness in you, that sad sore feeling in your mind, in your heart. Yeah. It's okay to get rejected / turned down / said no to in the face. But it really sucks to hold onto the thought of a better tmrw only to see it crumble and fade away. I was so cocky, i was so full of myself. What was i thinking? How could i be so naive to believe that i actually could have stood a chance. I didn't even worry the least bit about it.

While walking down the streets of Peninsula Plaza today, in high spirits anticipating the Rugby match between JJ and MI. I heard the buzzing of my iphone's msg tone, i reached for my phone in my pocket and pulled it out.
It read:
Dear student, we regret to
inform you have not been
selected for the Germany
trip. Thank you for your
interest.
My mind just went blank with disbelief. Me? Me? Is this really happening to me? After all the encouragement i recieved from my friends and teachers, all those false hope? All those self praises i gave myself. Why do people raise your hopes only to make your fall harder.

Last year, i was suppose to get a job at the sentosa resort, i was so happy. Thinking of all the possibilities i could do with the money and the people i'd meet. I waited for a month only to find out i couldn't get the job.

This year, i made the rugby first team, everyone was saying hey that guy has the size, the sprint and the commitment. I was recieving alot of encouragement. I thought i was the best amongst the pre-u 1s. Only to find out that i didn't make it to the A div's first team.

I was getting close to Poojah and i thought i could score a one night stand with her only to get my self ratted out by a dog.

When Furqan told me Esther asked if i liked her. I was given the impression that i was getting somewhere with her. Only to see My dreams shattered when she kept a distance away from me the next week.

I thought i could make it as a student councillor, i was short listed. Only to miss my interview.

Why do i keep hurting myself?

i have four lab reports to write and a chemistry test tomorrow! no sleep for the wicked.

Rugby

I touch you once.
I touch you twice.
I won't let you go at any price.
I need you now.
like
I needed you then.


Jurong Junior College tmrw.
If we lose, we're bad.
$50 says we won't though
=)