Okay I just read the every single blog that I know of (something to file under Things You Do When You're Bored, I guess) and I can't believe the sheer amount of emoness that's, well, there. I swear, I could make a fortune selling razor blades through the Net. Ebay should have thought of it earlier.

But this post isn't intended to mock those poor emo kids--

Disclaimer: Okay look. If you're emo and you're reading this, you probably think I'm talking about you and do one of the following:
1. Ignore me to high heaven.
2. Go to a bathroom and play with razor blades.
3. Cry. Or something else that emo people enjoy doing.
But I'm not referring to you--yes, this includes you--so put away your razor blades and tissue paper and try not to kill me the next time we meet.

--so I'll move on to my main subject.

As you all probably know (and don't care), I was playing Maplestory a while back--lv83 priest/bootes, back when lv83 priests were ZOMGWTFHIMBA and not "eh look. another lv83 priest. so noob. I'm lv 14386751 already."

Anyway, I quit Maple, primarily because my account got banned. For hacking.

I will now list the pros and cons of Maplestory.

Pros:
1.
2.
3.
...I'll get back to this later.

Cons:
1. it's a waste of time.
2. it's a waste of money.
3. it's boring.
4. it's repetitive.
5. it's not even a good place to socialize--you can't type when you're training.
6. it makes you look gay. "Eh what game you play?" "Maplestory, I'm a lv 351 Dragon Kni--" "Maplestory wtf stay away from me."
7. You become emo whenever your character dies.
8. You get pissed if your character gets KSed.

Okay, so Pros:
1.
2.
3.

Get the point?

But seriously, I can't understand why ANYONE would want to play Maplestory. I mean...
I'm damn high level and I can't quit now!
What exactly is the use of being a high level? Tell me that. No. Really.
I can, erm, train on Thanato--
So basically you want to level up so you can kill more stuff to level up more to kill more stuff.
It's a new experience!
Thanatos, my friend, is just an imba green snail.
But the Zakum PQ is fun! And challenging! You need to be high levelled!
Zakum is just a even more imba green snail. Noob characters kill green snails. Imba characters kill Thanatos. Imba imba characters kill Zakum. Yawn.
I have friends on Maple!
Yeah, your friends are people like you who spend their entire day stoning in front of a computer screen killing snails. I like how yall socialize.
My character looks cute!
Glad to know you like how your character looks like after spending $100 on prepaid cards.
I spent so much on it! I can't stop, or I'll lose money!
The money is already lost. If you CONTINUE, you lose money.
I get to see imba skillz! And there's the third/fourth/fifth job advancement!
In effect, you get to see big numbers pop up on the screen. And that makes you very happy. You have a screwed sense of humor.
I'm pro and you're not so STFU you're just jealous.
You're pro because you've wasted your time. I haven't.


In conclusion, if you know anyone who plays Maple, get them to quit.

My first hiatus (on this new blog) is over, this must be a landmark or something. Anyway I'll actually write general nonsense for this post (yknow, like how everyone else does), for want of things to say.

And don't ask me why I'm blogging when I have nothing to say, it's an idiosyncrasy. Habit. Whatever.

I have one piece of homework left--okay fine, it's a project, but nevertheless--one piece, and I can't bring myself to do it, because:

1. I won't finish it.
2. I'll have to stop halfway to go swimming anyway.
3. Blogging is more fun. Wait, scratch that.

Where was I?

Oh yeah. Stupid Lit project.

Anyway, CNY's coming soon (as if you didn't know), and Haiwei, being Haiwei, is circulating the standard massemail around trying to get people to go back to Rosyth. Now, if you look really carefully at the replies, you can conlude 3 things. Or 4, as a matter of fact.

One, Haiwei should never write poetry.
Two, most of the guys (i.e. Geoffery) are for going back to Rosyth under the pretense of meeting teachers and having fun. Now we all know the real reason, so I'll skip this.
Three, most of the reason-why-Geoffery-wants-to-go-back-to-Rosyth are completely daoing the email, which just proves that they've learnt their lesson, i.e. massemails get nothing done.

As a point of reference, I actually replied to the email, which just proves my point #4, i.e. I never learn.

Uh, okay. So, anyway, hopefully we'll get something fun done on CNY. Even LANning would beat stoning at home or, horror of horrors, stoning at XW's house. Because we all know how fun that is.

Yes, I'm aware that to people who LAN 5 hours a day ON SCHOOL DAYS wouldn't consider this anything exceptional, but I'm neither RJ nor RW nor Haiwei, so it's special.

Hell, even HotD4 would be fun, if only for 2 people.


My WC3's down. Something wrong with my graphics card and the .21 update, I think.

The following sentence will make 50% or so of the population of Singapore hate me, if the Straits Times is anything to go by.

Rain--the singer, I mean, not precipitation--is crap.

*hides*

See, firstly, Rain is a stupid name. Naming yourself after something that falls from the sky poes plenty of problems, such as people confusing you for birdshit.

But, really, according to the ST (which, as you should know by now, is my principal source of information), Rain's concert was composed of the following:

1. Awful moments.
2. 'Good' moments (I disagree.)
3. Dancing that doesn't fall into any of the above categories.

Notice something? Yeah, there's no singing.

Now, as far as I'm concerned, you kinda need to be able to sing to be considered a singer. If you can't...well, there's always The Dance Floor.

But Rain sounds like one of those obnoxious, not to mention simply bad, singers. Like the non-english equivalent of Britney Spears or something. Except I'm assuming he wears underwear. I think.

In any case, his tickets aren't worth $888. Now, Manchester United vs Arsenal (yes, I know this match is over, I'm giving an example, damnit.), yes, that's worth money. Precipitation? Don't think so.

For this post, Weixiang, please shut up.

I've been thinking about death lately. Yeah, death, yknow, the state of being that you're not supposed to dwell on for too long for fear of becoming a morbid person.

Seriously, all religious concerns aside, what happens when you die?

Think about it. Humans are, after all, animals that realise that they exist. cogito ergo sum. We live basically because we realise we are living; once we lose this awareness, we might as well be dead.

Take, for example, sleep. If you don't dream, your sleep is basically a long, extended period of unawareness. Which is all well and good for a few hours, but can you imagine a sleep that lasts forever?

Because, as the tired cliche puts it, that's death.

It won't come suddenly (unless I die in a car accident or something, which is a totally different story.) As you grow older, you'll start to lose your memory more and more frequently. And what's your life been, anyway, but a series of memories? If I suddenly lose all my memory of the first 15 years of my life, then, well, I've just been born. I've never lived before.

So you'll slowly forget your life, until the only thing you're sure of is the present. And when you die--

When you die, what it'll be is just darkness. But you won't even be aware it's darkness. You'll...it's just as if you're forgetting everything immediately after it happens to you. But of course, you're not; you're dead.

And it lasts forever.

So, seriously and honestly put, death scares me. Yes, I'm 15, there's gonna be a long way to go before I die. But what then? I'll be dead, eventually, and that will be forever and I'm damn scared.

Of course, we've tried to invent ways to comfort ourselves. There's an afterlife, I'll go to heaven (or hell), I'll be reincarnated, we'll find a way to live forever, your soul will still survive in a dark or happy or whatever place. But notice what all these things have in common?

They're telling us that we'll still be aware of ourselves after we die.

And that isn't the case. Not at all.

We're just a tiny spark of life (yet another cliche here, but it's appropiate, anyway) in the universe, and no matter how long we live, it's completely insignificant. And it won't matter at all; life is temporary, but death is eternal. (and I'm spamming way too many cliches here.)

I don't want to sleep for eternity. I don't want to be unaware of myself. I don't want to die.

You could say I'm having a crisis of faith, and in a way, I guess I am.

Screw James Lee (or anyone else who writes serious horror stories. Okay fine, James Lee's the only horror-story writer I can think of. Other than the True Singapore Ghost Stories guy. I don't know his name. But I digress.)

Screw James Lee, the best horror story I've read is still The Monkey's Paw.

I just reread it, and damn, I'm going to have a hard time sleeping tonight.


On a seperate note, I was considering posting Lawis' RGS OBS parody here, but decided not to.

From Someone Who Doesn't Want To Be Named's Philosophy worksheet:

Qn7. "Greg, from 3X, has been chatting with this girl and he is not the only one. My classmates from 3Y are also receiving text messages from the girls they know. Therefore, I conclude that all Rafflesians are charming and good with girls."

Identify the Fallacy: Unqualified Generalization.
Explain the Error: Some girls are straight.

And another one--

Identify the Fallacy: Hasty Generalization
Explain the Error: David Lu isn't.
How to avoid committing this fallacy: Talk to David Lu.

I really, really want to be a reviewer when I grow up. It's relatively slack (or at least my immature mind thinks it is), you can work from home, and you get to criticise others. Now what can possibly beat that?

Let me try my hand at it.

Anyway, as part of today's OBS finale, Some Smart People decided to invite a live band -- that is, a bunch of RI students -- to play. Which, as we all know, is a bad idea.

Guitarists: They really need strum less enthusiastically. Waving your hand around your crotch half the time in front of the entire s3 batch isn't exactly a good idea.

Drummer: There really should be an adage -- metaphor -- whatever about RI students and drums. Simply put, there's such a thing called being excessive. They just haven't heard of it yet.

Put it this way, one prolonged drumroll is cool, two drumrolls are okay, three are slightly off, but four – now, that just makes you look stupid.

In fact, he kinda reminded me of a small toddler with pots, pans, and chopsticks.

Okay fine you don’t get it.

Lead Singer: Pretty average, really. I guess that makes me way below average. Then again, have you ever watched Singapore Idol? I feel better now.

Lyrics: This is the best part.

Guitarist #3: “We’ve replaced the lyrics with those related to OBS, so we hope you’ll find this meaningful.”

They then proceed to belt out the same lyrics off-key (hey, I just said he was only average, right?) for about 10 times in a row. No, I’m not exaggerating.

So, they aren’t good. What’d you expect, anyway.

School's started again, and like everyone else, I'm suffering under the veritable swamp of homework that we've been given in the, what? 2 days worth of lessons so far.

(Notice how everyone who says he's busy somehow finds time to blog about being busy?)

There's no point giving examples of the homework we have, but I'll give them anyway.

Another Chinese essay; it kinda makes you envious of the slackers in CL doesn't it.

And MATHS! RA! It's damn scary, seriously, because when you're in the same class with Vincent and Jeremy and Barry and Ivan and Jian Yang and an army worth of Chinese people who pwnz me, you tend to feel inferior, yknow?

I have no idea how people survive s3. I'm inclined to think that they don't.

We'll see.

Fine, I'm not always right.

The OBS visit today wasn't awful, as I had cynically predicted earlier. Boring, yes. A complete waste of time, yes. But awful? Not particularly. Largely because (I had forgotten) my new class is devoid of hecklers who say stupid things like:

"Eh why you pretend to be sick to pon OBS you loser la noob la go home la."

Which is actually ironic, given that I'd have taken OBS to Physics Challenge! any day.

Perhaps there are advantages to a stoner class, after all.


Yesterday was my mother's birthday! We went to Suntec to celebrate, and (wonder of wonders) met my cousin there, celebrating his mother's (my aunt's) birthday. And only then did I remember that my aunt and my mother are twins.

So I dragged Andrew to play HotD4. Him, being brilliant, had to go home after a while, so he gave me his gun and I tried to rambo with both of the guns blazing and hitting everything except the stupid Lovers. Suffice to say it didn't work. Fun, though.



I saw a 2 familiar people on the bus today.

Since I'm not at OBS, the school decided to treat us today by letting us visit the National Museum. We all know, after all, that museums pwnz flying foxes and such.

(I'm saying this, by the way, with all the sarcasm I can muster. Which really isn't much, given that this is a blog and all.)

We were one of the first people to enter, and basically we spent the entire time there wandering around in small groups. Which would be okay and all, except:

1. The museum was deserted. And big.
2. The museum was dark.
3. The museum insisted on doing things for 'historical authenticity', such as having a track of a woman singingly softly on repeat.

In other words, the museum's better than any haunted house Escape can possibly offer.
Night at the (National) Museum, anyone?

I'm visiting OBS tomorrow. The OBS people are coming home tomorrow.
This isn't going to be good.

Why a new blog?

Those of you who actually care--which kinda narrows down the list, I guess--would probably ask. Still, the answer's slightly more than obvious. When your tagboard's taken over by Weixiang and your posts are inching towards the monosyballic, there's something wrong.

It's not as if I believe that changing the blog name and picture'll actually make any difference. Rather, at least I have time to now post freely--to post whatever I want, instead of wondering if anyone'll read it and find another excuse to spam. Or behave like a complete ass, if you didn't get my drift.

In any case, here's a new blog. Largely the same skin; after all, there's no need to change it, different address, and--hopefully, at least--different content. For as long as humanly possible, that is.

recalibration. It's a nice word, after all.