I realise this is my first post, like, ever. And I'm only posting cuz I'm free and waiting for porn anime to download. Anyway, I changed the template! Somewhat. ^___^ Change it back and I'll sic YYD on you. >:D

- F-sama



No one gives a damn.

And the dead cannot come alive, no matter what that book of yours that starts with a b and ends with an e says. Defiance..

May the hounds of hell feast on your rotting soul. Rest in Peace.

It actually survived till december! to organise its own funeral...that is.

The spirit of the Undertaker lives within the soul of all mankind. The eternal flame of life that cannot be extinguished. The origin of which cannot be explained. The answer lies in the everlasting spirit. Soon all mankind will witness the rebirth of the Undertaker. I will not rest in peace.

Nehhh. It's just one of the lamest and gimmicky storyline you'll fine. But it's quite fun to watch though....

Who would have thought that you can actually watch a US$39.99 WWE Pay-per-view on the Internet for free? Not that it's worth 40 bucks though......nothing's even worth $1 on wwe now.
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posting for the sake of posting, though the blog's supposed to be dead.......

Finally, somebody has decided to get off his lazy ass and update the blog.

Said person was so lazy, he decided not to get off his lazy ass the day before the exams to mug more and instead went to play stress relieving video-games i.e. violent ones. Thus, said person has gotten his just desserts. Stupid w-5tone and his 4 A 1 B grades. I would curse you to hell but I just can't be bothered with the consequences. And its all your fault my GP grade dropped too.

Now that the bitching has been gotten over with, I would very much like to finish up some administrative matters that fye5tone still has not had the time to clear up - that of our missing laoer.

It seems that y-5tone has found a new ninja master and is consistently (for once) training under her tutelage. His ninja skills have progressed to the point that he is able to dissapear instantly after class with his ninja master, presumably to go practice other more secret techniques - and somehow still return in time for the next lesson. Our y-5tone has not only progressed far in the realm of ninjitsu but has also undertaken the rigours of secret ninja mental and physical endurance techniques. In these training sessions, y-5tone is forced to utilise little trained bodily facilities in order to absorb and retain secret knowledge about the human anatomy, the chemistry of organic molecules (for poisons), how to calculate the best angles for shuriken throwing, how humans react to various situations (otherwise called economics), etc. And he has to do it all on an empty stomach.

Man. Kudos to you y-5tone.

However, as a side note, the rest of fye5tone have decided that you shall be tempoarily excommunicated in order to give you more time to recuperate after hot, heavy training sessions with the class's resident ninja master.

Hmm.

Erm, I really don't have anything intelligent to blog about this day. All my inspiration has gone into creating new techniques to bamboozle w-5tone - cuz he's such a stiff that anything outside the realm of what he has mugged for he can't react to.

Seriously.

He has about as much intelligence in these situations as a dead chicken dead on its feet after a death defying series of death inducing stunts - before it goes into a Biology lecture test.

Except he's damn tyco. Stupid shit.

For those of you who do not believe that pokemon is an intellectual's game, I shall now try to prove you otherwise using certain examples. Mr Phallis (initials KYH) consistently scores well in various batteries of school tests and plays pokemon. Except the math promo. He must have miscalculated the amount of effort he needed to put in during the exam. But for everything else, he managed to get straight As. Mr dead-on-its-feet-dead-chicken-about-to-die-again scored 4 As and a B in the promos, and plays pokemon. It may have all been tyco, but you get my point. Mr too-shy-to-name-himself scored fairly badly for promos, but still managed an overall of around 3 Bs 1 C and 1 E. And he plays pokemon. Much better than the previous two.

Except w-5tone is frigging tyco. Those are the only instances in which he has a chance in hell of beating me.

I mean, come on, for standard ice element moves, there is a less than 10% chance of a critical hit (1.5 dmg and hits through resistance and statistic boosts) and a 10% chance of freezing. That makes for a lower than 0.01 probability of both occuring in one move.

W-5tone is the only person I know who can pull two of them off (both occuring) in a row. And he still averages 2 critical hits/infliction of status every match. Good thing I still can pull a victory out of my hat when that happens.

I mean, these sort of people have such luck that it should be woven into an epic. Like, an epic poem or something in the fashion of the Odyssey. Titled "The Tyco Tales of the Terribly Thick-headed Theory Thrasher", and it would be about a guy being able to beat the odds on such a scale that all hypotheses or assumptions go out of the window. Too bad I'm not a poet, though the alliteration above may say otherwise.

Speaking of poets, don't you find that writers and poets can get away with a lot more than random students in JC can? I mean, I know they have poetic license and all, but Singaporean mainstream society just places so much pressure on the ordinary to realize their "proper place in society" that they completely stifle our creativity.

As the wise alchemist Edward Elric once said, "Fly too close too the sun, and you'll just get burned."

In this case, Singaporean society burns those without critical acclaim for trying out fresh and new ideas. I mean, would any of us get away with writing a poem like the following if we weren't already a poet? Note: In fear of being burned, I edited the poem slightly. You'll know where.

F*ck it the poem

This is my four-letter word poem.
You know the one
That gets you hits.
And it goes something like this:
F*CK IT!

Want to be it?
Don't know how to do it?
Just tell it
Like it is.
Only you can do it.
If it's from the heart,
It's a start.
If they don't like it,
Hey, no sweat,
Never mind.
F*CK IT!

Life's too short to waste time on idiots.
Bigots
Who criticize all the time.
Anal retentive!
Everything's relative.
Profanity, Vulgarity,
Telling, spelling,
Subject, reject,
Hey lighten up, baby!
This is poetry!
It's free, Meant to be,
Not to please.
So tell them,
Like me:
F*CK IT!

You're in love.
Happens to the best of us.
When it works,
It's bliss.
If not,
It hurts.
Can't miss.
And worse,
It's really hard
To say
F*CK IT!

Life seems vain.
You're in pain.
Want to open veins.
Get run over by a train.
Blow your brains.
Don't think I don't know it.
I get it.
I've been there before.
Sometimes life's a bitch.
This is how I got out of it.
I told myself
'They won't get me,
F*CK IT! '

Chances are,
If your reading this,
You got curious
And couldn't resist.
A word has only the power you
give it.
So don't hate me for using it.
Blame yourselves if you fell for it.
Then again,
F*CK IT!

You don't like me personally?
Maybe?
That's it isn't it?
Well That's too bad, baby.
Because you know
That with a shrug
I'll have the excuse I need
To repeat myself,
One more time,
You guessed it:
F*CK IT!

Ahh, the wonders of being a poet. Free to express ourselves in any way we want. Though Singaporeans are liable to wonder, if ever the day come that we are supposedly free to express our opinions, whether or not Big Brother is still watching. Or whether or not people will even care.

Ahh well.

F*uck it.

s-5tone signing off

Ah, this is what we're only gonna remember from this unspectacular World Cup, isn't it?

The legend knows how to get himself remembered.

There is only one Zidane. Only one.