sometimes i just feel alone you know.
like im not of this world.
as everyone shows through their actions and words.
like no one regards me as their fellow friend.
not saying anything when im here and
whispering and glacing at me when im there.
i really wonder.
hello everyone.
i did not go to school today.
due to yesterday's pattaya seafood noodles.
or maybe because of seeing Loke's face after 1 month of freedom.
counting yesterday and today, i must have at least bombed Hiroshima 10 times.
the pain is still lingering in my stomach.
and i still have tuition later.
screw Thailand food man.
it sucks to have the runs when you can enjoy a nice day outside swimming.
oh shit. i think i feel a wave coming on.
Quattad
hello readers. after 4 fast weeks of meek holiday ( or should i say long suffering due to everyone's great heap of homework), school is going to reopen again.
well theres nothing we can do about it, so we may as well enjoy whatever time we have left before we are locked back in again.
im here not to complain about our routine of life rolling over and over again.
BECAUSE ITS THRILLER!
remind you of anything?
Thriller is one of Michael Jackson's most well known song/video to date. It is set on the occult of creatures from the netherworld coming back to life and haunting him and some other extra girl.
Judging from the name of the song, I think it supposed to scare you.
But surprisingly, throughout the whole video, I was trying not to wake up my parents with my laughter.
Why?
Firstly, the video opens with a scene of MJ turning into a werewolf and scaring some girl off in a movie.
Seriously, at first i thought they had replaced his head with a fish's. The eyes look extremely weird in a way, because werewolfs depicted from ancient times dont have fish eyes that stick out of its face like tennis balls. Then he suddenly turns into this big mass of fur, which i really dont comprehend.
well, it does THRILL me, but it thrills my conscience instead of my body. if werewolfs were like that, then what are we having for Fish Head Curry?
Lol then everyone would become a werewolf or some other extraterrestrical ghoulie like in the
video.
How would we fight them off then?
Which makes the second reason why i find it so hilarious.
Well, before that, the song's quite nice, but then they walk past a graveyard at midnight and all those rubbish start rising from the dead.
A graveyard? A few metres away from the cinema in the midst of a busy metropolian city?
Not likely.
And even if there WAS a graveyard ( copy and paste from on top), who would be stupid enough to walk past it at midnight?
Following that, the dead start rising and attacking the two of them, groaning orgasms as they walk ( another reason why i laughed).
This is the funniest part.
Michael Jackson turns all green in the face and all of them start dancing this MJ dance.
yes, all the zombies werewolfs medusas sphinxes skeletons mummies banshees etc.
LOL a new way of exocising satanic forms.
so they're saying, next time if we enter a haunted vincinity...
( floor creaks)
Kid A: eh, you want to wake up the whole town is it. thats the tenth time.
(Kid B on the verge of breaking down)
Kid B: Im sorry man. its just that the chilly feeling of this haunted house makes me want to pee, and when i want to pee, i cant control my movements and when i am scared at the same time...
( water patch emerges on Kid B's pants)
Kid A: OKOK STFU I DON'T WANT TO KNOW ANY MORE. just keep quiet for the time being.
( Kid A and B move slowly up the stairs of the house)
Kid B: by the way, do you know where's the bedroom where the ghost resides in?
Kid A: yea, i think after we climb this flight of steps, we'll be right in front of...
( after climbing the last step they end up some room filled with satanic drawings on the floor and walls)
Kid B:(cries) EH SCREW YOU LA WTF IS THIS?
(Kid A looks at the back of the blueprint of the house)
Kid A: oh shit i think this is for my sister's new Barbie House Set.
( Kid A takes deep breaths and looks Kid B)
Kid A: don't worry. as a second measure, i brought the book on the places of this house. well, lets look under satanic drawings on the wall and floor and blood all around the place.
(flips the book to designated page)
Kid A: oh. no.
" THIS IS THE ROOM WHERE ALL THE SPIRITS ARE SUMMONED DONT EVEN THINK ABOUT ENTERING THIS ROOM WELL IF YOU DO DONT EVER BRING A STUPID EGOISTIC KID AND A BOY WHO WITH INSUFFICIENT BOWEL CONTROL INTO THIS ROOM BECAUSE IF YOU DO A WHOLE HORDE OF NETHERWORLD MONSTERS WILL TURN UP IN THE EXACT SPOT WHERE YOU ARE READING THIS WELL SUPPOSING YOU ALREADY FLIPPED TO THIS PAGE MEANS THAT YOU'RE ALREADY AT THAT PLACE WELL HAVE FUN"
( at this moment a whole army of demons and creatures (you may want to add in teachers) appears in the circle of summoning)
Kid A and B: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH MMMMMMMMMMMMY GODDDDDDDDDDDD.
( all creatures move nearer both of them with every step)
Kid A: dddddddont worrry ffffollow mmeeee.
( starts creaking his neck to the right for every beats of 2 in counts of 4)
To continue on the story go to this link
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AtyJbIOZjS8 and skip to 8.30 until 10.36 and substitute Michael Jackson with the two of them.
but on the whole, the song and video are quite nice actually. giving some added entertainment was a bonus.
if possible hear other songs by him. quite the exquisite voice.
well i gtg going to get some birthday presents for some of my friends.
PS. JAMES I WANT PS2 PLEASE
P.S.S. O ya if anyone has a ps2 with a memory card and two controllers and is willing to exchange for an xbox with 8 games for a period of time please tell me at my msn
jonathanquah@msn.com. Games include Fable:The Lost Chapters, Halo and Crimson Skies: The Road to Revenge. All highly entertaining and award-winning games.
Quattad
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hello. nothing much today. just went to tuition at 5. rest of the day just trying to make my ******* CPU run the PS2 emulator ( the end result a chain of mixed vulgarities).
but what is more important is.
DJMAX PORTABLE 2!
whoever out there who has a modified/original PSP Phat/Slim with a Memory Card must
immediately buy/download this game.
dont play audition, thats for retards who don't have pure skill at Music Creation games.
want to object?
ok. this is Auditon.
look at how mindbendingly simple it
is. no kick at all. and the characters
look HORRIBLE. the clothes dont
make a difference to your skills, its
just for jackass shit time.
look at THIS.
look at the buttons properly.
look simple to you?
well then watch the video i screenshoted this from.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GAn-9EChie8Blythe Hard Mode 6B
Even i cant play it.
DJMAX even has missions to do, and around 60 of them, not just showing stupid figurines prancing and spinning about to lousy tunes while the player falls asleep hitting the directional buttons which are easier to press than flushing the toilet.
does Audition get you on adrenaline? no.
DjMAX? Yes
is Audition filled with nonsensical stupidity? yes.
DjMAX? No. You need skill and training to play this game.
does the accessories in Audition do just nothing but colour digitalised barbie dolls which make you puke after seeing the lousy computer artwork? Yes.
DjMAX? No. They add your experience and money and they're cool and slick.
so STOP PLAYING RETARDED GAMES LIKE AUDITION AND MA/GAYPLESTORY!
instead play games like DJMAX! O2JAM!
Games that get you going!
NOT REDUCING YOUR ALREADY LOW IQ!
BE A MAN!
DO THE RIGHT THING!
Quattad.
my first Youtube video completed
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j0xNVldjS4A&watch_responseplease comment and rate after watching.
hello readers. it has been 4 days since i last posted, since i was busy at a family chalet.
not a chalet actually. more of a little shack.
but less of the J.J. touching and hordes of invading mosquitoes.
a few days ago, an SAF Army Soldier died while in jungle training. He was a pilot-in-training.
well, his dream is achieved, since hes now flying in the sky. literally.
but coincidentally, another soldier died because of training a few days before the P-I-T's death.
Man, they should allow PSPs during training. That should spur the NS guys on.
Was it because of over exertion of exercise?
Soldier: Sir! I have ran the 200km run all the way from the camp to the DVD shop you have instructed me to go to and have purchased the DVD you requested!
( passes the latest Erotica Fantasy 5 to Commando)
Commando: YES! ALL MY TROUBLES FROM THIS LIFE ARE GONE!
( Soldier notices a suspicious bulge rising on the Commando's pants)
Soldier: ( heaves) Sir, can i have a glass of water. Please.
Commando: All right. You deserve something. But before that...
Soldier: Yes Sir?
Commando: Could you run off to the nearby convienience store to get a bottle of water of water so i can reward you?
Soldier: ( whines) SIR!?
Commando: comeon you weak asshole. its a bare 10 mile walk.
Soldier: ( begins to falter) but SIR, you PROMISED?
Commando: that was then, this is now. now GO!
maybe.
but for years, Singapore has been criticising army people about them visiting brothels in other countries and getting AIDS 30 years later.
the Army should use this to their advantage.
they should like, give them a goal at the end of their jungle trekking.
like a hentai DVD on the tree at the final destination.
that should keep their spirits going haha.
countering the dying-during-field-training-because-of-dehydration shouldnt be that hard to solve.
they should invent a new kind of machine.
like this.
Soldier A: eh, hurry up leh. i goddamned thirsty already leh.
( Soldier B switches on machine)
Soldier B: STFU. we have been trekking for 4 hours, and i havent had any water since. so shuddap and let me concentrate.
( tries to pee as hard as he can into the funnel)
Soldier A: ( laughs) LOL eh your dick abit small leh.
( Soldier B crotch-faces Soldier A)
Soldier B: OI! WAN ME FACESHOT YOU ANOT?!
Soldier A: okokok. relax la brother. but i have to ask leh. next time right, how to have sex ah you? yours like a little pickle.
( Soldier B tears off Soldier A's pants)
Soldier B: ( points at Soldier's A's small dangling thing) HAHA. yours like peanut like that. you should go doctor POWER UP.
Soldier A: say some more you find my bullet flying out of your ass.
Soldier B: okok la. walao eh i still no fireman leh.
Soldier A: lol ok la i try help.
( sticks a few leaves into Soldier A's asshole)
Soldier B: AAAAAAAAAAAH!
( sounds of liquid swirling down a funnel is heard)
Soldier A: ( rejoices) WE ARE SAVED!
( machine groans)
Soldier B: ( zips his pants) eh, whats wrong.
( Soldier A uncaps machine cover)
Soldier A: oh KNNCBB. no battery.
some things seem so simple, but yet so complex.
despite the multi purposefulness of our under parts of the body.
but one day, we will harness the power of the private part.
believe and watch.
well i think i better go now my hands are itching to play Jackass.
Quattad.
All the leaves are brown
And the sky is grey
Longing for a Walk
On a winter's day
I'll be safe and warm
If i was in LA
CALIFORNIA DREAMING!
ON SUCH A WINTER'S DAY!
hello. four days since i last posted. kind of busy during this week. had chinese tuition on monday and tuesday, and maths tuition today.
not to mention a few nice games of pool. ( STFU JAMES)
on to the main news this week.
i recently read in a newspaper that Hillary Clinton had forsaken her post as President to Barack Obama, the first ever African American to achieve that stature.
you ask me why?
no, its not because of the parody video of her having sex with Obama to Umbrella's tune. dont watch it. only people with ownage natural talents can watch it.
Ok la dont cry.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D0rSeI0nhjU, but remember, you're still a loser and inferior to me. =D
Apparently, Obama's number of supporters had totalled to be colossal as compared to hers, so she gave up and endorsed the new President, asking her supporters to elect and support him in any way they can.
She should have used her bodily assets to gain more voters, if you know what i mean.
But she probably did, considering her voting number's sudden drop in the middle of the election.
Talk about a quick and efficient natural flash bomb.
However, there is something more sinister at work here.
Her husband, Bill Clinton, was the 42nd President of the United States.
Before you go and call the American Embassy to complain about bloodline biasedness, let me draw your attention to a very interesting event.
Bill had been under lawsuit for sexually assualting several of his staff, and even having sexual relationships with them.
Its amazing how some people can juggle work and entertainment so easily.
And also, Hillary had caught her husband in one of his silenced playtimes.
A rough enactment.
( door opens)
Hillary: Honey? Have you signed all the forms yet?
Bill: Err...
( stares at his secretary sucking his 0l0 under the table)
Bill: (sweats profusely) I think so honey. Here you go.
( hands Hillary a stack of forms)
Hillary: Good work honey.
(steps on a puddle of unindentified liquid)
Hillary: i think you spilled some barley here, hubby.
( Bill's eyes widens in shock, takes a tissue and starts wiping the fading whitish patch on his leather jeans)
Bill: Oh... Could you clean it up for me, hun? Im kind of busy right now...
( 0l0 begins to pulse)
Hillary: ( smiles ) anything for you, Bill. do i hear something squelching at your table?
(bang bang bang)
Bill: UUUUUUUUUUUH! uuhm. no honey, it must have been from outside.
( eyes Bill intently)
Hillary: ok honey, i believe you. but can you explain what Im seeing from your favourite mirror
behind you?
(Bill turns and look his reflected horrified face)
Bill: Err. Specialised staff bonuses?
From that day onwards, Bill Clinton has never stood within 20 metres of a mirror, and can be seen always going into the cubicle when he needs to pee.
For once, darkness has triumphed over light.
A new dawn of era, or the continuation of the dark old one?
Watch and Wank.
Quattad.
i
haven't been home in a while.
you
don't have to say a word.
i cant wait to see you smile.
wouldn't miss it for the world.
my parents hate me.
for no apparent reason.
they regret that they even gave birth to me.
they think that i am a loser, with no good attributes.
they dislike whatever i do, and criticise they people i mix with.
cursing them, insulting them.
when their friends are no screwing better than pieces of shit.
I AM A LOUSY SON, AM I?
A LOUSY BROTHER?
A LOUSY FRIEND?
A RETARDED PIECE OF SCREWED UP CRAP?
they only care for my brother and my sister.
anything wrong with them, i always get the blame.
especially my father.
i really hate it.
I HATE IT!
I HATE BEING THE OLDEST SON!
I ALWAYS GET MY SELF ESTEEM LOWERED AND MY CONFIDENCE DIMINISHED!
BECAUSE I AM THE ELDEST!
i try so hard to make them proud, and they treat me like this.
take away everything la.
TAKE LA.
i really dont understand why they hate me so much.
until i started to talk to myself.
its like i dont belong in this family.
talk about being a black sheep.
i think im going to break down again.
the temptation's rising.
i hope all of you readers have a better day than i have
and more understandable parents.
we smile, we cry, we curse, we die.
from birth to death, we course through a stream, being hit by whatever splashes of events that overcome us.
be it happiness, pain, despair, sadness.
is life just a passageway to another euphoria of dimensions?
are we just drifting along, allowing fate to take hold of anything we have never thought would happen?
is love just a diversion? just a kind of feeling that cannot be dispelled in these shells in which are born with?
unanswerable questions. unquestionable answers.
I just got my new guitar.
PWN3D.
Takemine CR-107 Acoustic Guitar
With Nashville's Capo, Dunlop's String Conditioner, 4 Picks and a Guitar Case
All together $361.
Not bad leh.
The sound goddamned good.
Should be because of my natural talent.
But also the guitar's workmanship damn pro, the dynamics super sui.
Once again, thank you Matthew!
P.S. James, why do you like Cedar panties so much?
Quattad.
nice phrase from my friend.
People need to grow up man.
Smoking shows your wisdom.
Spending money to kill yourself.
LAWL.
