The church and me don't mix. FACT.
the world ...
... is getting its ass handed over to Hell on a silver platter: it's raining frozen armageddon over the skies of southern Australia and people are celebrating. An immense earthquake spanks Chinese territory right where it hurts - its telecommunications hub. And ... meh, I can't seem to remember anything else.
Oh hell, alright. I'm just pissed 'cause my internets got ass-raped in an alleyway gangbang and had its filthy, cum-drenched but - sadly - still living body dumped in a Taiwanese ghetto in the middle of a 6-and-a-something earthquake crater.
*facesmash* I miss my DSL whore.
Oh hell, alright. I'm just pissed 'cause my internets got ass-raped in an alleyway gangbang and had its filthy, cum-drenched but - sadly - still living body dumped in a Taiwanese ghetto in the middle of a 6-and-a-something earthquake crater.
*facesmash* I miss my DSL whore.
what do you think?
Yes.
No.
Maybe.
I don't know.
Not really.
Not at all.
Fuck.
'See, you are suppose to use bows further away. They're projectile weapons, as in they project sharp objects away from you so you can kill people from faaar away. Like on top of a shop, raining down terror upon the helpless citizens of olden Hampshire.' - Quoted for much truth and wisdom, from some smart-ass on GameFAQ's forums.
Meh. I wish my lawn was emo; then it'd cut itself.
No.
Maybe.
I don't know.
Not really.
Not at all.
Fuck.
'See, you are suppose to use bows further away. They're projectile weapons, as in they project sharp objects away from you so you can kill people from faaar away. Like on top of a shop, raining down terror upon the helpless citizens of olden Hampshire.' - Quoted for much truth and wisdom, from some smart-ass on GameFAQ's forums.
Meh. I wish my lawn was emo; then it'd cut itself.
wisdom ...
... is not gained through endurance and perseverance on its path, but from sheer force of will. We are wise, if we only look deep enough. The sappy romance, chick-flicks have got it right: trust your feelings for they will guide you true.
Conversations With God. 'I am the life and the way. Follow me.' 'I am one with my Father and all of ye are my brethren.' 'All of this shall you do, and more.'
That's that; my own modest way of advertising my most beloved reading material - the thing which gets me to sleep at night, soundly and secure. And love I do, this trilogy of books. Whoever you may be, whatever background you may have come from, pick up this series wherever you may and just read.
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Alright, now to another issue. What do you know about Tasmania? Tasmania, the relatively small island situated at the most southwestern end of Australia.
For me, a couple of days ago, I knew nothing. Moving through life, taking things for granted, staying afloat by hanging onto the barest of twigs drifting through the currents.
For me, a day and some hours ago, I knew nearly everything there was to know. My life situation hasn't changed much in that respect, except maybe now the flow has kicked up one notch a little. Turbulent, chaotic, out of control.
What's that imply? Who knows (except for, obviously, me, of course but I won't tell. ;P).
I've written an essay on why Malaysia sucks and Tasmania rocks, which I must confess I had quite an easy - and somewhat fun - time doing. Another essay, this time a letter of introduction. This one I met a writer's block along the way, God knows why. Is it really that hard to write a decent introduction about myself? Thinking back, not really though my past self would argue otherwise.
@Sister:
I think you might really stop by here so messages for you. (; Cleanliness, hygiene, water, bath foam, shampoo, loofa sponges, shower, wash. Not so-subtle subliminal mind messages, yo.
End, eh.
P.S I'm going to go for a medical examination soon. Yay for peeing in tiny plastic tubes. Yay for the hole they're going to puncture somewhere near my elbow. Yay for finding out my health is in a shittier condition than I had imagined for myself. Yay, yay, yay!
Conversations With God. 'I am the life and the way. Follow me.' 'I am one with my Father and all of ye are my brethren.' 'All of this shall you do, and more.'
That's that; my own modest way of advertising my most beloved reading material - the thing which gets me to sleep at night, soundly and secure. And love I do, this trilogy of books. Whoever you may be, whatever background you may have come from, pick up this series wherever you may and just read.
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Alright, now to another issue. What do you know about Tasmania? Tasmania, the relatively small island situated at the most southwestern end of Australia.
For me, a couple of days ago, I knew nothing. Moving through life, taking things for granted, staying afloat by hanging onto the barest of twigs drifting through the currents.
For me, a day and some hours ago, I knew nearly everything there was to know. My life situation hasn't changed much in that respect, except maybe now the flow has kicked up one notch a little. Turbulent, chaotic, out of control.
What's that imply? Who knows (except for, obviously, me, of course but I won't tell. ;P).
I've written an essay on why Malaysia sucks and Tasmania rocks, which I must confess I had quite an easy - and somewhat fun - time doing. Another essay, this time a letter of introduction. This one I met a writer's block along the way, God knows why. Is it really that hard to write a decent introduction about myself? Thinking back, not really though my past self would argue otherwise.
@Sister:
I think you might really stop by here so messages for you. (; Cleanliness, hygiene, water, bath foam, shampoo, loofa sponges, shower, wash. Not so-subtle subliminal mind messages, yo.
End, eh.
P.S I'm going to go for a medical examination soon. Yay for peeing in tiny plastic tubes. Yay for the hole they're going to puncture somewhere near my elbow. Yay for finding out my health is in a shittier condition than I had imagined for myself. Yay, yay, yay!
chris cornell ...
... you know my name?!
you probably have no idea what the hell was that about. his song for Casino Royale 007. OMG, it's good; goodness' essence; goodness compressed into audio four minutes and three seconds long. If you took all the goodness in the world, dissected it to see how it worked and wanted to replicate it to spread global peace to each and every one of planet Earth's souls, you'd get his song.
The coldest blood runs through my veins, because the song knows my name.
you probably have no idea what the hell was that about. his song for Casino Royale 007. OMG, it's good; goodness' essence; goodness compressed into audio four minutes and three seconds long. If you took all the goodness in the world, dissected it to see how it worked and wanted to replicate it to spread global peace to each and every one of planet Earth's souls, you'd get his song.
The coldest blood runs through my veins, because the song knows my name.
go charlotte ...
... snip, and you know we don't give a fuck, it's not your birthday!
But it is my good friend Jayme's! Hooray, Jayme, for being that much older; hooray, Jayme, for not having changed at all.
That's it, I guess. I was never good at doing these kinda things. Now to remember Jion's birth-date. Crap.
currently listening: chris cornell - you know my name (007's Casino Royale)
But it is my good friend Jayme's! Hooray, Jayme, for being that much older; hooray, Jayme, for not having changed at all.
That's it, I guess. I was never good at doing these kinda things. Now to remember Jion's birth-date. Crap.
currently listening: chris cornell - you know my name (007's Casino Royale)
what's up with ...
... girls these days who have adapted the 'anime' look for posing in photos? It's getting on my nerves; no one wants to see your cheeks all puffed out so, hunny. Neither do they wanna see your disgusting lips in a pout so obviously forced it's near unbearable to watch.
Exhibit-fuckin'-A:
The people at my back who are laughing at my m4d m0u54 drawing skeelz, please stop. This is Truth; and there's nothing funny about truth.
...
Come to think of it, that is a pretty retarded drawing.
Exhibit-fuckin'-A:
The people at my back who are laughing at my m4d m0u54 drawing skeelz, please stop. This is Truth; and there's nothing funny about truth.
...
Come to think of it, that is a pretty retarded drawing.
superman ...
... malaysia's got its ass covered now. behold the answer; witness the comeback.
let's see you getting to sleep at night now.
let's see you getting to sleep at night now.
never the way ...
... is emo. regret is poison; guilt kills but naught is it slow.
On a random matter, I've grown a terrible fondness for Thai food! Yay, woot.
I got my new glasses. Fear me and my perfect 20/20 eyesight; what do I spy with my little eye? Everything I couldn't before.
Hey, did that guy in the car up front just pick his nose?
currently playing: final fantasy xii
On a random matter, I've grown a terrible fondness for Thai food! Yay, woot.
I got my new glasses. Fear me and my perfect 20/20 eyesight; what do I spy with my little eye? Everything I couldn't before.
Hey, did that guy in the car up front just pick his nose?
currently playing: final fantasy xii
i can hear ...
... little children crying. and i feel responsible somehow. don't cry, lil' ones. everything'll turn out alright. hah.
Unrelated note ftw: during the escapade to merry, metropolitan Kuala Lumpur, I managed to procure myself copies of Ouran High School Host Club the manga. All of the ones currently translated, in fact, which is 7 volumes; I feel all warm inside everytime I peruse them. The manga's got nothing on the actual anime though but hey, it still rocks to see the original source material anyway.
Besides that, I also bought books 2, 3 and 4 of Megatokyo, to prove I am one hell of a fanboy. (Wait, where's book 1? Yeah, they didn't have it in stock. Buggers, now my collection isn't complete no more.) The extra material in the book not shown online is worth the price though, me thinks.
currently listening: theory of a deadman - better off
Unrelated note ftw: during the escapade to merry, metropolitan Kuala Lumpur, I managed to procure myself copies of Ouran High School Host Club the manga. All of the ones currently translated, in fact, which is 7 volumes; I feel all warm inside everytime I peruse them. The manga's got nothing on the actual anime though but hey, it still rocks to see the original source material anyway.
Besides that, I also bought books 2, 3 and 4 of Megatokyo, to prove I am one hell of a fanboy. (Wait, where's book 1? Yeah, they didn't have it in stock. Buggers, now my collection isn't complete no more.) The extra material in the book not shown online is worth the price though, me thinks.
currently listening: theory of a deadman - better off
i forsook divine favor ...
... in pursuit of man's wealth. but even the dreams of Men have withered and scattered into the winds before me, and I am left empty. a shell void of heart. conscious, yet unfeeling. a Nobody.
Damn, I've been playing too much Kingdom Hearts II.
currently reading: conversations with god trilogy
Damn, I've been playing too much Kingdom Hearts II.
currently reading: conversations with god trilogy
you didn't mean it that way ...
... but I know you really did. It was what wasn't said, and how you kept smiling; I know your smiles and those weren't yours. Not really. So here's to what we had, and what I might be able to salvage from the wreckage. It is 'I' and not 'we', because it seems you're already past caring.
emo rantage.
emo rantage.
it was like ...
... watching a civil worker clean out the drains. What's that supposed to mean? Well, the Leo Club hosted a bowling competition today. That should be enough hints already, right? Yeah, I thought so. Pity I had no camera on-hand at the time, otherwise we could all engage in rousing rounds of hearty laughter at the expense of others.
During a break in the fun, fun, fun of watching our team get their ass wiped all over the floor in bowling, me and the guys headed down to find something to eat. Then as I was getting lazy queuing at McDonald's, and handed over responsibility of ordering my food to Joshua, and took a seat beside Aaron, comes a rabid fangirl and a monkey supposedly quarantined but somehow still wandering freely in public.
That was when things started going downhill rapidly.
Halfway through ordering the food, Joshua and some other people I can't seem to recall off-hand who were ordering the food, saw that we had run out of time and had to rush back up to get our sorry butts kicked once again. Deciding this was very much important, they changed their minds and told the cashier that they wanted to 'take out' instead of 'dine here'. Meanwhile, me and Aaron were chatting with Caitlin and Michelle; not so much of Aaron, and more of me which turned out to be a very bad thing. Whatever that's supposed to mean will not be discussed here; or anywhere. Ever.
Fast forward some unimportant bits, skip the trivial moments. Caitlin and Michelle going to watch Death Note. Me and my fries make hot, passionate love with each other. More time jumping and all of us end up once again at the bowling alley, minus Aaron because he had to go home.
I was so glad I went. I haven't laughed that hard in ages. I thought the first round was bad, but this, this was agony on my gut and ribs. Too bad I have no photos, but I can't just let this be. I'll think of some way to show you all.
(I think Blogger's picture uploader hates me. Click on the linked image to get to see the real thing.)
Fear my mad mouse drawing skeelz. The other two (in reality, there were 3 other players but too lazy to go into too much detail) rows were left blank because:
a) I can't really remember their scores.
b) On the chance that I did remember and filled them in, the comparison of those two to the middle one would cause another gale of laughter at other people's sacrifice which my conscience might not be able to handle.
Thus ends this post.
During a break in the fun, fun, fun of watching our team get their ass wiped all over the floor in bowling, me and the guys headed down to find something to eat. Then as I was getting lazy queuing at McDonald's, and handed over responsibility of ordering my food to Joshua, and took a seat beside Aaron, comes a rabid fangirl and a monkey supposedly quarantined but somehow still wandering freely in public.
That was when things started going downhill rapidly.
Halfway through ordering the food, Joshua and some other people I can't seem to recall off-hand who were ordering the food, saw that we had run out of time and had to rush back up to get our sorry butts kicked once again. Deciding this was very much important, they changed their minds and told the cashier that they wanted to 'take out' instead of 'dine here'. Meanwhile, me and Aaron were chatting with Caitlin and Michelle; not so much of Aaron, and more of me which turned out to be a very bad thing. Whatever that's supposed to mean will not be discussed here; or anywhere. Ever.
Fast forward some unimportant bits, skip the trivial moments. Caitlin and Michelle going to watch Death Note. Me and my fries make hot, passionate love with each other. More time jumping and all of us end up once again at the bowling alley, minus Aaron because he had to go home.
I was so glad I went. I haven't laughed that hard in ages. I thought the first round was bad, but this, this was agony on my gut and ribs. Too bad I have no photos, but I can't just let this be. I'll think of some way to show you all.
(I think Blogger's picture uploader hates me. Click on the linked image to get to see the real thing.)
Fear my mad mouse drawing skeelz. The other two (in reality, there were 3 other players but too lazy to go into too much detail) rows were left blank because:
a) I can't really remember their scores.
b) On the chance that I did remember and filled them in, the comparison of those two to the middle one would cause another gale of laughter at other people's sacrifice which my conscience might not be able to handle.
Thus ends this post.
this is the equivalent ...
... of a total system format. I decided to delete the entire blog before this and start from the ground up again. It was getting silly over time, and it became more and more obvious to me that this was not what I had intended for my blog to be originally. Then what was I aiming for, exactly, you ask? Beats the hell outta me, but previous posts were definitely not my target.
So that's that. I'll continue this post with something a little more later on, as soon as I watch the one hundred and third episode of Bleach and tidy up a magazine article I'm working on for the school.
continuazione. So here it is, the rest of this blog post like I said I would. (One day late, but better late then never.)
The past couple of weeks has been a weird one for me. For one thing, I went to church for the first time in over four years. I kid not, that's four freaking years. I, myself, don't get why lots of people gasp and stare at me like the Devil reborn every time I say this, but then again, I'm not really religious so it might be an inside joke kinda thing.
Let's see: re-attendance of mass, semi-active involvement in Leo Club's activities. Yesh, this time I'm actually trying to make it to their functions and such; I feel like I'm gradually becoming a helpful and contributing member of society. That's when I remember I'm still prone to littering public grounds discreetly, skimping away from donations and am terrified shitless of giving my blood away, even if it is for the greater good of anemic people. Well, fuck me.
Last thing for now, today I went for a confession. Of sins. At a real church, and everything! The only downside to it is that I told the priest this was my first time confessing in like the history of ever. He kept asking me stuff like, "you mean this is your first time in many years?" No. "Longer than that? Or less?" Ehh ... much longer. "How long since you last did a confession then?" Mmm, well the thing is - ah, this is awkward. Never.
Cue the dead silence and uncomfortable cough from my side to break aforementioned tension.
Then he started preaching, or counseling. I can't really tell which but he did tell me whatever procedures I needed to go through in order to properly go for confession next time. I guess it was sort of embarrassing, but the tone he was using made me feel like he understood, so things're good there. That's that then! Now Benedict attends cathecism (however you spell that word, I can't remember) classes every Thursday evening at a kindergarten with other Catholic adult defects which didn't make it all the way through the first time around! Feel the holy, yo.
So that's that. I'll continue this post with something a little more later on, as soon as I watch the one hundred and third episode of Bleach and tidy up a magazine article I'm working on for the school.
continuazione. So here it is, the rest of this blog post like I said I would. (One day late, but better late then never.)
The past couple of weeks has been a weird one for me. For one thing, I went to church for the first time in over four years. I kid not, that's four freaking years. I, myself, don't get why lots of people gasp and stare at me like the Devil reborn every time I say this, but then again, I'm not really religious so it might be an inside joke kinda thing.
Let's see: re-attendance of mass, semi-active involvement in Leo Club's activities. Yesh, this time I'm actually trying to make it to their functions and such; I feel like I'm gradually becoming a helpful and contributing member of society. That's when I remember I'm still prone to littering public grounds discreetly, skimping away from donations and am terrified shitless of giving my blood away, even if it is for the greater good of anemic people. Well, fuck me.
Last thing for now, today I went for a confession. Of sins. At a real church, and everything! The only downside to it is that I told the priest this was my first time confessing in like the history of ever. He kept asking me stuff like, "you mean this is your first time in many years?" No. "Longer than that? Or less?" Ehh ... much longer. "How long since you last did a confession then?" Mmm, well the thing is - ah, this is awkward. Never.
Cue the dead silence and uncomfortable cough from my side to break aforementioned tension.
Then he started preaching, or counseling. I can't really tell which but he did tell me whatever procedures I needed to go through in order to properly go for confession next time. I guess it was sort of embarrassing, but the tone he was using made me feel like he understood, so things're good there. That's that then! Now Benedict attends cathecism (however you spell that word, I can't remember) classes every Thursday evening at a kindergarten with other Catholic adult defects which didn't make it all the way through the first time around! Feel the holy, yo.
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