VPN and internet connection from China are MLG pro. 4reel.

My head. My nose.

Everything hurts.

I want to go back to Singapore. But I can't, because I'll have nowhere to go. Like, in terms of education.


Fuck me. Fuck me hard. ):


I've been informed by classmates that I have a Maths test tomorrow, and a Chemistry test the next day. I really don't want to go to school for this entire week. (At least, maybe until Friday. Then again, that's a half day off, so... What's the damn point, right?)


Really.


This year is starting out horribly. Granted, I jumped in an entire semester too late - which is why I'm so lost. Perhaps it'd be smarter for me to just sort of skimp out this first half of the year, study by myself at my own pace and start Year 12 from the beginning after the summer vacation.


I don't know, it sounds relatively sane. Would definitely save me the trouble of burning out, since I'm a competitive person when it comes to results, and I'd just stress myself till I want to stay reclusive. Forever. (I don't expect myself to jump into Higher Level Chemistry and suddenly ace it. No matter how "smart" people claim I am, I'm definitely no genius. I know - the truth! Coming to terms with it, it hurts!)


Sigh. Just an abysmal tragedy. I tend to obfuscate the truth in an optimistically blind (wait, isn't that redundant? :P) fashion when it regards myself - look through rose-tinted glasses in a way, if you will - but...


I swear, I think I just dumped an entire bucket of red all over my damn glasses (fuck tinting when you can just coat something with paint). Because I must've been CRAZY to think I'd ace this without a hitch.


God, why didn't I listen to Kim. (Right, because my fragile ego couldn't handle at that time the fact that maybe someone else is right - that I can't handle what's being put on my platter because it's too much too soon and that I'm not all that and maybe, just maybe, something could've confounded me and stopped me right in my tracks. I need to stop jumping on the Dunning-Kruger effect train.
I've gotten rid of my VIP pass, but I think that I still have my membership. Damn me.)


Gah. I need to really start getting into shape.
Get into gear, Steph. C'mon. Stop being so distra-


Tomorrow's Dead Space 2. And I can't get it here. D: 


-cted.


Oh God, why couldn't I have just gone to Canada. They're more slack. And Bioware resides there.


ANYWAY. A little positivity in store:


Even if I mess up this last half of Year 12, I can repeat and finish my entire IB run by 2013, June.
Basically, I can get into University at the same time as anyone who is going into JC this year and took half a year off because they chose to go to a University somewhere in America or Canada. (Since y'know, they start in August/September. After the summer vacation break.)


C'MON SHERILYN. AWAY WE GO.


Anyway. There goes my rant about how life sucks. How shit I feel. And how I miss everyone back home.


(I have Skype now, btw, if anyone's interested. The lag is ridiculous though, like... 5 seconds of awkward silence.)


K. Later, skaters.


(P.S: Would anyone in Singapore be kind enough to tell me if they know a place that sells 9x12" black frames and conservation glazed acrylic/glass? I'll be searching in China myself, but... Y'know, just want to do a price comparison if I can. Thanks.)


Edit later in the day: I think I should just change my title to "I am a pig." Catchy, right?


I'm guzzling down my 5th "Tokyo Banana" (not like that, you pervs. I know you were thinking it, ha. I don't swing that way. Now, if it were peaches... Yeaahh, you're cringing, aren't you? Revenge is sweet) for today. And I'm eyeing the sixth (and last) as soon as I'm done typing this.


It's basically the Japanese tourist equivalent of a twinkie, only instead of an insanely disgusting amount of preservatives and a vanilla filling, you get banana. And probably less preservative, since these apparently only are good till the 28th. (So my eating these are justifiable!)


My siblings didn't like them, but I quite enjoy these. Doesn't really taste too far off from actual bananas - and I can pretend that I'm eating slightly more healthily.


There has to be some trace of fruit in there, right?


Anyway. That's all I really wanted to say. Good stuff.

LOLOLOLOLOLOLOL.

O hai.


You guys were completely useless. :)


Went to the Bioware forums. Saw awesome news that made my morning. Bounced about. Managed to persuade the old man to let me use his credit card for this purpose.


Just went about sixty dollars over budget (curse you, exchange rate! And your damn shipping fees too!), but man, was it worth it.


Miranda Lawson (mini)lithograph, YOU WILL BE MINE. HAHAHA.
And that navy blue hoodie too!


I just burnt half of my scholarship on this (if my dad's a cheapo and won't reimburse my mom), but damn me if I don't feel good.


I think I should be regretting this decision. But I really can't. It's like telling someone who isn't cheap thrifty, to regret buying designer brand clothings.


For some reason, no matter how you cut it - the price seems justifiable. 


But yes, enough of that. Look at the title. Doesn't it make you smile?


I swear, me and Sherilyn had a conversation last night where a nice chunk of it was "LOLOLOLOL" because I found out that saying THAT is wayyy more hilarious than "hahaha". At least on the internet, anyway. But yeah, I'll update later - just wanted to get this message across.


PEACE OFF.

Game Releases of 2011

Random post (see how it's in a different colour?) for fellow gamers/anyone-with-a-gamer-friend-who-doesn't-know-what-to-get-them-for-their-birthday-or-Christmas-this-year/anyone-interested-in-gaming to take note of for this year.

Hm.

Batman: Arkham City (360, PS3)

Crysis 2 (PC, 360, PS3)

Dead Space 2 (PC, 360, PS3) January 25th. (LOLOLOLOL. I just realised that it's 4 days away, shit.)

Deus Ex: Human Revolution (PC, 360, PS3)

Dragon Age 2 (PC, 360, PS3)

Duke Nukem Forever (PC, 360, PS3)

F.E.A.R 3 (PC, 360, PS3)

Gears of War 3 (360)

L.A. Noire (360, PS3)

[It apparently is just PUBLISHED by Rockstar Games (GTA, RDR). Looks like a great game, though. And it's got film noir aesthetics. Hot.]

LittleBigPlanet 2 (PS3)

Mass Effect 3 (PC, 360, PS3)

Mortal Kombat (360, PS3)

Portal 2 (PC, 360, PS3, Mac)

Resistance 3 (PS3, 6th September)

Star Wars: The Old Republic (PC)

The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim (PC, 360, PS3)

The Legend of Zelda: Skyward Sword (Wii) <--- The only Wii game I'm posting. Ha. Ha ha.

Uncharted 3: Drake's Deception (PS3)

A bit of a messy list, and it's definitely not definitive - I'm certain there'll be at least ONE indie game producing company that puts out a game completely revolutionary/the game doesn't get the recognition it happens to deserve because other more well-known games are being spotlighted. (Examples: Alan Wake and Amnesia: The Dark Descent)

But these are the games that have a crap ton of media and are expected to be bang for bucks.

I know you're eyeing SW:TOR, Sherilyn. I wish I could join you. Sigh, Macs. ):

Yes. I expect myself to be tempted into getting half of those games. Oh look, my pocket. It's gone. Because who needs a hole when I can just BURN the entire thing, right?

K. That's the entire point of this trivial post. To remind myself (and other cool people) what to get. 

Oh. And to help those who have cool gaming friends that need a present list.

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.

I fail at life.

I don't understand why the Mac doesn't have two clickable buttons on their damn trackpad so I can easily maneuver between owning a PC and owning a confuzzling Mac.

Queer key functions. Causing me to delete my entire blogpost. Tch.

But yes. Anyway. The point of this post was to say (I'm just briefly summarizing this up because it's too difficult to remember what I said word for word when I haven't eaten breakfast yet):

I have my albums.

I want awesome friends who get me Mass Effect thermal and hoodie as a belated birthday/Christmas present. Yes. You know, if the entire 5/2 class just SHARES the price, including shipping to Singapore, you'd have to pay less than 10 dollars each...

I'm just sayin', y'know. Like, HYPOTHETICALLY, if you guys were that cool. Cough.

(No, I kid. Well, not really - because I'd actually appreciate the gesture. But I get that half of the class won't want to chip in to pay for my present, and the other half won't do squat without the other half doing squat who won't do squat... You get my drift, right? I'm relaying to you that you've never been able to work together before. So get your butts in gear.)

I went over to the dark side, following Kimberly's footstep. Granted, they don't have the cookies everyone raves about...

But free stuff is nice.

Sigh. 

I just looked at my "list-of-games-I-need-want-to-buy-in-2011" and I can already tell I'm going to be flat out broke.

Nine games (About 60+ dollars each, by the way) off the top of my head and counting. Why did 2011 have to be such a great year for the gaming industry, huh?

My nerdy nerdism (<-- new word, oh yeah, I'm so good I make water burn) is going to be the death of me. I can feel it.

IT SUCKS TO BE A NERD.

But I digress. I've slowly slipped into blogging about my mundane activities when I should be posting about my now hectic life regarding education in order to get it into your thick skulls that your life isn't too bad... At this point in time.

Hm.

Chronicle of a Death Foretold, page 121-122:

"He walked more than a hundred yards, completely around the house, and went in through the kitchen door. He still had enough lucidity not to go along the street, it was the longest way, but he went in by way of the house next door. Poncho Lanao, his wife, and their five children hadn't known what had just happened twenty paces from their door. "We heard the shouting," the wife told me, "but we thought it was part of the bishop's festival." They were sitting down to breakfast when they saw Santiago Nasar enter, soaked in blood and carrying the roots of his entrails in his hands. Poncho Lanao told me: "What I'll never forget was the terrible smell of shit.""

Great book. 

... No, I'm serious, it is.


And to make it even more fun! Chemistry!


Metallic bonding: (You'd think that this would be easy, but nooo, definitions always have to be long and challenging to remember because of big words)
The valence electrons in metals become detached from the individual atoms so that metals consist of a close packed lattice of positive ions in a sea of delocalized electrons. 
A metallic bond is the attraction that two neighbouring positive ions have for the delocalized electrons between them.
Solubility:
'Like tends to dissolve like'. Polar substances tend to dissolve in polar solvents, such as water, whereas non-polar substances tend to dissolve in non-polar solvents, such as heptane or tetrachloromethane. Organic molecules often contain a polar head and a non-polar carbon chain tail. As the non-polar carbon chain length increases in an homologous series the molecules become less soluble in water. Ethanol itself is a good solvent for other substances as it contains both polar and non-polar ends.


Why the fuck must I be so incompetent that the only subject I'm mildly successful at are Chemistry and Biology. Why couldn't I have been gifted in the arts?!


Also. I typed this entire chunk in white. Y'know, when I can't see what I'm typing unless I highlight it? Yeah, I'm 1337 pro like that. "Strange internet usage" should be a class. I'd score As on that one, even if it had a Higher Level standard.
(Speaking of which, do you remember the good old days when you were in Primary school and you'd just wish that there was some sort of "Pokemon exam" because you knew that you'd ace it? Good times, good times...)

Anyway. I'm done. PEACE OFF.

(P.S: Sherilyn, you advertised my blog on your blog? Bet half of the reasoning was to make  your posting on this blog feel less awkward. Boobturd.)

Lead in my gut not in my spine, I feel distracted all the time,

Sorry for not updating yesterday (not like you buggers care). Internet was down.

So. A couple days ago, I was whining about how snow wasn't sticking.

Come this morning:

What it looked like at 7 from my room - before I trampled all over the snow ladened field.

Yes, not the best picture, I know, but I blame Photobooth.

It came 4 weeks too freakin' late. My brother sucks at throwing snowballs.

Where's Sherilyn when you need her. ):

I refuse to take a picture of what it looks like now because it stopped snowing, and my yard looks like crap after we just scooped up whatever we could.

Perhaps it would've been wise to make some sort of greeting... Oh well.

Nothing much else to say.

Oh! I had a dream. Where I was this super secret spy and shiz. Totally cool.

And Sherilyn! You were there! Pining over some dude who was possibly my partner.

... HAHAHA.

All it was missing was a gorgeous, badass blonde/brunette who was head over heels in love with me. Darn you fantasies, give me the complete package!

And I'm now in possession of my old man's credit card. Insert evil laugh here.

Yeaaaah. So, that's about it. I swear, I had so much more to say... But anything I would've typed down has been lost. Short term memory ftw.

Maybe I'll edit this post if anything comes to mind.

'Kay. STEPH AWAY!


EDIT:


Hi. So. Fuck my balls.


Amazon and iTunes SUCK. I can't change my country to the US, so I can't download the albums I want.


And then my Mass Effect clothes? Out. Of. Freakin'. Stock.
Like, are you serious? They haven't been out of stock for WEEKS and the moment I'm able to purchase anything, they're DONE?


Fuck fuck shit fuck fuck shit cock.


Steve Jobs doesn't think straight. I'm trying to give you money. Over the internet.
Where a shit ton of people are trying to give you more money.


But I can't. Because your server won't let me just because I'm in another country.


You prejudice son of a bitch.


Same goes for Amazon.


I... am significantly annoyed. Just when I thought life was going to give me a break.


Y'know what?


Being a pirate sounds fun right now.

I want snow in Singapore NAO.

Steph, I love you [ In a totally sibling-ish way]. That picture is amazingly hot. :D


Anyway, your blogposts are amazingly long and amusing to read. 


You also need a fuckin' tagboard. 


... And a better internet connection. :D


I don't know why I even bother posting on your blog. 
All your readers don't even know me. :O


Ps. 


TA MA DE. 


Edit: Post jack!


I know right? There was one that covered less, but I don't know. This picture has the tussled look I like.
Agreed, on both counts. Get me a tagboard.
I think I need a better VPN. I don't know what the hell is wrong with my wireless right now, because it's not connecting to any of the computers in this household. Bloody temperamental bitch.


Said in an epic Harbringer voice:
You post only because we allow it. You will keep posting because we demand it.
... Or something or other. I don't remember my game quotes anymore. THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN RED TAPE GETS IN THE WAY, AND I DON'T GET MY FUCKING XBOX ON TIME. Lameass douchebags who can't send freakin' cargo properly...


But yeah. Screw the readers, this is my blog and I like reading your responses. More permanent than anything over MSN. It resonates with depth. And some of them know you - I mention your name. If not, they'll get to know you.
You big perv slut whore ... turd.


P.P.S:
I see your Chinese, and I raise you by Italian.
Vaffanculo.

Photobooth is unreliable. Shanghai is depressing. I am stating the obvious.

What's cracking, people?


It's snowing pretty heavily(?) - I can't be one to judge - and I can't take a dirty picture for you guys. Should've gotten a camera back in Singapore, but oh well. Bygones. Mac's photobooth can't capture the subtle moments of snowflakes drifting from the sky to earth. Depressing.


Like my previous snow encounter a couple of days ago (only heavier and longer lasting), while it is beautiful for your average tourist - or anyone who's never seen snow fall before, actually - it's. Not. Sticking.


For those of you who don't understand that term, what it means is:
The snow is melting the instant it touches anything. Hence, it's making everything wet, but it's not covering anything with touchable snow that I can pelt my siblings with.


Kinda like rain, but it just crushes the hopes and dreams of children who sought to frolic in a winter wonderland and enjoy the snow ladened concrete/tar roads.


Didn't go to school today because I'm still sick. Doctors here are pathetic, by the way. Make a freakin' appointment, usually set over the next couple of days depending on how lazy  busy the doctor is. Pay a ridiculously large sum of money for them to tell you what you already know (or suspect). Walk out. Medicine while stocks last.


Shanghai proficiency, yay! While I do know that hospitals and doctors function like that in other countries (not everyone can be a Singapore), it's never that fucking expensive. Damn rip-offs.
If you ever want to be a doctor - come here. You'll make a crap ton of money. Jesus.

Motivation time. Slaughterhouse-Five, Page 129:

"Billy thought hard about the effect the quartet had had on him, and then found an association with an experience he had had long ago. He did not travel in time to the experience. He remembered it shimmeringly - as follows:

He was down in the meat locker on the night that Dresden was destroyed. There were sounds like giant footsteps above. Those were sticks of high-explosive bombs. The giants walked and walked. The meat locker was a very safe shelter. All that happened down there was an occasional shower of calcimine. The Americans and four of their guards and a few dressed carcasses were down there, and nobody else. The rest of the guards had, before the raid began, gone to the comforts of their own homes in Dresden. They were all being killed with their families.

So it goes.

The girls that Billy had seen naked were all being killed, too, in a much shallower shelter in another part of the stockyards. 

So it goes.

A guard would go to the head of the stairs every so often to see what it was like outside, then he would come down and whisper to the other guards. There was a fire-storm out there. Dresden was one big flame. the one flame everything organic, everything that would burn.

It wasn't safe to come out of the shelter until noon the next day. When the Americans and their guards did come out, the sky was black with smoke. The sun was an angry little pinhead. Dresden was like the moon now, nothing but minerals. The stones were hot. Everybody else in the neighborhood was dead.

So it goes."

I know right? Don't get me wrong, I appreciate the given opportunity to read Kurt Vonnegut - but I crack my books open and my mind drifts back to the carefree days of passing English without having to do anything, learning through YouTube videos and the occasional Google check of any word I didn't recognize while browsing the forums and reading the few and far between well-written fanfictions.

English is literature here. Guess Singapore was the only place where they were taken as separate subjects. Just went through my Extended Essay "student guide". Who in blazes was the nut that was dithyrambic enough about literature to write a 3,700 word essay on Jane Austen's "use of the outdoors in Emma"?!

And score an A.

Fucking loons.

But yeah, anyway. Not much else to say, mainly because the day is still young. I had this huge chunk of text written out, but (as per normal), my VPN logged, and I couldn't get back access to it until I restarted my Mac.

And of course, my computer didn't save a draft.

/Ragequit life.

I feel like such a nerd. Considering whether or not I should snag my parents' credit card so I can purchase some stuff off the Bioware store and Amazon. Mass Effect thermals, a hoodie, original soundtrack and Two Steps From Hell's album.

I should win an award for embarrassing my friends. (In all actuality, I only embarrass Kimberly. Sherilyn understands me. Kim, you lousy wanker.)

But yeah. How is everybody? Talking about my life is boring, unless I happened to have an incredible conversation over Messenger. Which I don't. Blasphemy.

Anyway.

I don't plan on "un-cheemifying" my posts, Cassandra, so take this as a stepping stone to learning English.

Wow your teacher by presenting a cornucopia of knowledge in Literature and vocabulary. You know you want to.

I suppose that's that.

NOT SAFE FOR WORK CONTENT DOWN BELOW FOR SHERILYN. AVOID IF YOU DON'T APPRECIATE SCANTILY CLADED WOMEN ART IN THE FORM OF HOMO SAPIENS. (There's really only one photo because I'm too lazy to look for more. Short scroll down. Close your eyes.) I only say this because I know Zhi Hui's an idiot. :)

Hey bro.

You're welcome.

Ha, I need to get that online subscription of Swimsuits Illustrated. :P

SO. YEAH. END OF POST.

(Did you guys know there's this really cheap amateur porno called "Left 4 Head"? HAHA, PLACED IN THE LEFT 4 DEAD WORLD.

I lol'd. I really did.

... I ONLY FOUND IT BECAUSE SOME DICK HAD HIS USERNAME AS "LEFT 4 HEAD" AND SOMEONE ELSE POINTED OUT THAT HE WAS NAMED AFTER A BAD GAME PARODY PORN. ... Fine, don't believe me. Tch. Who needs you?!)