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| This is going to be this blog's last post.
Yes, you heard correctly. This is the final post.
You may be going 'NOOOOOOOOOOOO! I love this blog! Don't delete it!'
Don't worry. I'm not deleting this blog. I'm just leaving it as it is. To rot. Peacefully.Forever.
I'll occasionally come here to update but more often than not, I won't.
Why? Read my previous posts.
Too lazy? Fine, I'll tell you.
That's because...
I'm using Blogger...(take that Xanga! *evil laugh*)
And I'm finally putting this blog down. All the memories I have here, the ups and downs, the stupidity and the insane moments, the wisdom-worthy-of-Confucious times...they will forever be left here.
Happily, I type my final sentence.
Goodbye Xanga.
I shall always cherish you.
If only your loading time was not so slow. I might still be here.
Oops, that's four sentences there. Sorry bout that.
R.I.P: www.xanga.com/leonhart90.
Hello: www.leonhart90.blogspot.com
Ciaoz! For the final time.
P.S: Please add the new blog address into your lists. And delete off this old blog.
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| What is it with me and games?
Computer games, online games, PS2 games, etc...Incredibly, I manage to suck at everything. Though I'm born in the so called 'tech savvy' era, games and such have long been my only thorn.
Take for example just now. I just stepped out of a marathon PS2 gaming session with my cousin, who's staying with us at the moment. We played Dynasty Warriors, Warriors Orochi, Metal Slug, Tokyo Drift, Need for Speed, PES 06(i know I'm due for an update) and a lot of others. I'm not mentioning the childish games I played as well...=P
So for Warriors Orochi and Dynasty Warriors and Metal Slug, I managed to win. I'm good at those mindless hack and slash games, eg. games that don't require thinking and require just pure button mashing. PES, well, let's just say I'm not very extremely good at it...
My cousins are not really bad or naughty. That's them when they're not playing games. They will totally own me when I play games with them. Like I was playing this online game similiar to Bomberman. Already I suck at that game, and my GIRL cousin; half my age, totally owned me on the battlefield. Laugh all you want. My self esteem is already down to zero.
Her: "Joel kor kor, why did you die so fast?!"
Me: "......................"
Silenced. By a small girl. GG-ed.
And how could I ever forget the time I played Counter Strike with some of my college mates. Having been killed many many times, I got so angry (in-game) that I swiftly and promptly killed the other 2 people in the other team. (I have a feeling that Joseph's laughing now). Then, I thought I won. I was running back and forth happily. Joewin was screaming, 'defuse the bomb!' Too late. The match ended at that point. Across the screen flashed the words:
Terrorists Victorious.
Darn.
After a few more rounds of being killed, I went mad again and killed everyone again. Clever this time, I went straight to the bomb. The seconds were ticking. First I shot the bomb with my M-16. The timer continued. I looked at the bomb for a while, looked up from the screen and said:
"How to defuse?"
Beautiful last words.
Again those annoying words across the screen.
Terrorists Victorious.
Double darn.
As for DoTA, don't even TALK about DoTA. Please.
Let's just say I always hear the annoying cry, 'MONSTER KILL.'
And let's just say I didn't inflict it on anyone.
I admit. I suck at all manner of games. Period.
So be a darling and don't discuss games with me. I might get angry and go on a killing spree again. And Then it'll seriously be a 'Monster Kill'. This time by me.
Ciaoz.
P.S: Don't ask why I had a marathon gaming session today when Econs Unit 4 is tomorrow. I ain't answering it.
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| Injuries aplenty!
And by injuries, I mean injuries to both physical and mental aspects.
The mental aspect
It's the most 'exciting' time in college. The very word sends thrills of pleasure terror and adrenaline rushing to the brain destruction.
EXAMS. The urge to cancel the word was too strong for me.
Whatta great stupid word!
Anyways, the semester exams for my college started this week. On Wednesday, I had two papers, both of which I think owned me. Maybe English Literature Unit 4(b) was okay...Alias Grace is my favourite of all the Units available. And the question...I read an article before the exam. Totally unexpecter but it seemed like the page just jumped out at me.
But there was total ownage in Econs Unit 3.
Lots of written work. So little time.
Maybe I'll do well...maaaaaybe...I hope and pray.
Thursday, Law. Consumer credit came out. Lots of consumer credit. People using credit cards like there was no tomorrow. And as usual in Law questions, the injury of a certain party was a MUST. 'P bought a pogo stick which promptly exploded when he first used it.' or 'Q bought a television and when she clicked the remote control, it exploded in her hand, causing third degree burns.' It's stupid but that's a typical law question for you.
And there are 2 more papers for me to tackle on Tuesday and Thursday. Tough papers they be.
The physical aspect
Futsal today. Everyone looked like they were on steriods. And I mean that in a good way. The way the ball flew around the court, like a rocket. Same speed, same pain. It really scared me. I'm still alive though. Covered in bruises and cuts but otherwise perfectly fine. Okay, there's that little bit about the blue black patch on my right leg and the fact that I'm limping. Funny things happen during these futsal matches. Like the one where Jason oh so smartly slid in to tackle me just as I was about to clear the ball. The pain was served and so was the funk.
Although I never really liked to play CS, it reminded me of a head shot. Seriously. It was really funny though.
Pain defined
Wimpy guys take pain as...well...pain.
Tough guys take pain as a small ant bite.
Girls take injuries during sports as a type of stupid way to get hurt.
James Bond defines pain. (Heard of the latest Bond who needed plastic surgery?)
Movies greatly exaggerate pain. Or the lack of it. (Jackie Chan falling off a building anyone?)
Conclusion: Pain sucks. Unless you're a James Bond fan and wish to be like him. If so, go jump off a building. And hope you escape unscathed.
If you do manage to escape unhurt, come and tell me all about it. I'll be sure to blog about you.
Ciaoz for now.
P.S: Thought of the day: Is love considered a pain too? (ie: heartsick, breakup pain etc)
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| After my long hiatus of not blogging much for the past fw weeks, I decided that I should post up a double post.
I've been to several blogs where there'll be this person named 'Anyone', 'Someone' or "No one'. These notorious spammers go around posting rubbish on other people's chatboxes and hide under their false name. Some of the comments left on these chatboxes are really rubbish and degrading both the reader and the writer. Why don't you just go do something more productive like campaigning for 'Save Our Earth'. We surely don't need our chatboxes spammed.
I hate people who are real hypocrites. Hiding under a false name, (find a cooler name to hide behind, No One) it is them who ae the real hypocrites. Why can't you openly comment if you don't like the things we're posting? I always get that in college. The lecturers write comments to try get us to notice our mistakes so that we'll improve. Some comments are nice, some are not so nice but they all have the same aim of helping us better ourselves. Spammers critique and step down on bloggers. All while hiding! Raja Petra gave constructive comments to the Government on his blog openly. He didn't use stupid names to cover up.
So please spammers, stop your stupid spamming. Go do something else. If you hate us so much, press Ctrl+F4.
And recently, I read a really annoying and stupid blog. Why does this person continue blogging? He's egoistic, and he obviously doesnt't care about the feelings of the people he's posting about. He can degrade them openly and still maintain that he's not in the wrong. I hate bloggers like that. Human beings all have feelings too. You should take into consideration the feelings of the person you're posting about as well as the people who are reading your blog. So what if a girl rejected you, that doesn't give you the right to blast her and curse her on your blog.
Go pour some cold water on your face and wake up. This is the real world. There is equality among humans; male or female. Face rejection and don't dwell on it.
Currently, I'm studying for my Econs Unit 3 test on Wednesday. Though I must say that blogging is way more interesting. It's difficult to study when you have the computer on in front of you. So what do I do?
I turn off the SCREEN!
Going out for a haircut now. I don't want a 'Bong hairstyle'. If I don't go now it's going to be like that. And tonight is my grandpa's birthday. He doesn't remember his real b'day but I guess the Chinese birth date will suffice.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY GRANDPA!
Sorry for this really short post. I just wanted to hit out at those spammers. And I added a whole bunch of nonsense to go with it...
Ciaoz
P.S: Our college is not a place for buying and selling. Please understand and get out!
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| Mamma mia, here I go again
My my, how can I resist you?
Mamma mia, does it show again?
My my, just how much Ive missed you
Yes, Ive been brokenhearted
Blue since the day we parted
Why, why did I ever let you go?
Mamma mia, now I really know,
My my, I could never let you go.
It's those annoyingly haunting lines from ABBA's annoyingly annoying hit song Mamma Mia. They have come back to annoy me outta my mind.
What is it with Mamma Mia that makes it such a big hit among people? Is it the annoying songs? Or perhaps it's the lingering effects of the song; 'Once heard never forgotten.' ? I don't know. I've never been much of an ABBA fan. But still, the effects of their songs lingers and haunts, stays in my mind and refuses to leave.
Let me make one thing clear. I'm not an ABBA fan! At all.
I've never gone to watch the movie, and I don't plan to go at all.
I've never bought any of their albums, and again I don't plan to buy it at all.
I'm not going to watch their upcoming musical, and I probably never will.
But whenever an ABBA song comes onto the radio (the few rare times when I actually stop listening to MyFM and change channels to LightFM), the song will be stuck in my head. I hate it but I can't control it. I tried to use other songs to cover it up but to no avail.
I was at Bangsar Village the other day. There was an event promoting the upcoming ABBA musical. And three of the musical's stars were there singing. There was hardly any place to move. People just packed the banisters and cheered and shouted.
Annoying.
And the worst part of it was...there were these...um...older people DANCING to the music. As in literally dancing. Tapping their feet to the music and to the onlooking teenager(me), it was even better than watching Star Wars. I'm not insulting them or any of the ABBA fans, please don't misunderstand me. It's just my honest opinion.
Oh, did I mention the people dancing?
My conclusion: Never listen to ABBA. You'll start dancing to the music! And believe me! You will!
ABBA songs...they're as annoying as those Paddle Pop ice cream jingles.
Paddle Pop, yeah!
Paddle Pop, hey!
Super duper yummy!
ARGH! Now I have that stupid jingle in my head!
P.S: Dancing, dancing, dancing!
P.P.S: Paddle Pop, yeah!
Paddle Pop, hey!
Super duper yummy!
(Help me!)
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