Tuesday, November 03, 2009



Tag Replies!
Hadi: Yeah, it's the guy in me. Violence in video games is good. Fighting games have violence. Fighting games are good. Mmm... Blood...
Hannah: Literature has allowed me to tap into the little emo-emo parts of me. Also, emo-emo looks like some weird ass bra shape.

Cause there's just that little jealousy in me whenever the two of them talk. Little itty-bitty teensy-weensy pang of "damn, why am I not in that convo?"

Which, of course, considering how often I do talk to them, sounds absolutely ridonkulous even to me. And it pretty much is ridonkulous. Gosh, why do I crave attention so much at times. Naughty naughty Lino. Silly silly Lino. Attention-whoring is bad. Remember how much you dislike megalomaniacs? Don't go turning into one yourself! Snap out of it, snap out of it!

Okay, that was kinda weird. Pseudo-schizophrenia is fun. Especially when you do it in front of your classmates and they kinda freak out. It's like yay omg woo hoo!

Chinese A Levels today was boomz. The composition was hard like no one's business and paper 2 didn't cheer me up. Needless to say, I think multiple jaws hit the ground when we saw Question 2 and the absolutely never-before-seen format that it came in. I literally rubbed my eyes and wondered if I had inhaled some kind of brand-new aerated marijuana. That, or the stress from council had finally gotten to me. Alas, the question was really so and I did it with as much care and concern as I usually do. Seriously. No, there's no weird blanked-out text or sarcasm, I really did it with utmost care and concern! It's A levels people, Lino does not screw around with Cambridge and their old crumpet-scoffing tea-sipping Examinators (Now with even less marks!) because academics determine all in Singapore. Or at least that's what Mum says.

For all the importance that was put on grades, you'd think I'd be able to transmute plastic to gold, or something remotely useful with all that effort invested. Unfortunately, investing effort into studies gets me to places where I have to invest more effort to get to places where I have to invest more effort. This cycle goes on until the final stage where I don't have to invest any more effort. After all, dead people can't dig their own graves can they?

[Random] Yay Eagle Owl Mousie! [/Random]

On that same note, I think the magnitude of Pirating 101 (Henceforth abbreviated as P101 although I don't know why I bother explaining, it's my blog) has finally hit me. It's not all about fun and laughter and getting to know more people, although that's one of the perks about the job. It's also about the responsibility and vetting proposals and working together with people. Which frankly is quite tough for me because in VS, I liked being the slavedriving bitch that never worked with people but had people working for him. And now in JC, doing that will get my ass kicked and/or fired by people very very capable of doing so. Which signals the need for a change. I could put in some lame stuff about this being an emergency and drawing lessons learned and stuff but to elaborate any further would be so lame that any guy reading this would no longer be a man. That's right, there are now jokes so lame, they cause involuntary emasculation. And stuff like that. It's the 12.19 brain talking. What remains of the brain.

hoahdoaihsoidhaoshdiuaher heheheheheheh HAHAHAHAHAHAH spluttergurglechoke.

Needed to get that out.

Happy Tree Friends has served as a constant reminder to me that violence is funny to watch but very very bad to do unto other people (assuming that I don't want violence done unto me. and I don't). This is why I've resorted to more pleasant and civilized means of settling problems. After all, we all know that the cleanest way to kill a man is with a hammer. Pounding and smashing is, after all, splatter-free.

I think. 12.22 brain ain't any saner than the 12.19 brain.

And now the 12.23 brain is telling me that I must be off. I would argue, but it's kinda my brain. To avoid descending into a spiral of madness, I shall not argue with my brain.

and I'm off again.