Saturday, December 31, 2005

You know, I really hate being serious. I hate drama and tragedy and emoness in general. But I suppose that that’s the way the world works. With silly little people complaining about their silly little problems, and with all the big problems being ignored because the people who should be complaining about them are already dead. Dead. Death is taken to lightly now. I blame people like me. I also blame television and the media in general. Sometimes, I begin to really wonder when exactly we started falling.

But anyway.

2005. Reminds me of James Bond for some reason. A year of intrigue and mystery. Or whatever. (Change it like you change one in the Matrix and you get his codename. So sue me, I’ve spent my holidays on conspiracy websites.)When I look back I realized that I made a lot a lot a lot a lot of mistakes. But I also realized I sure as hell enjoyed the ride. While other people were growing and learning important stuff, all I’ve done is awoken from a sleep. But I’m still dreaming. It seems unfair to everyone else that I’m the only one who got this deal. Because I also realized that we’re living on borrowed time. Only, you can’t borrow time, so we’re living on nothing at all (Time doesn’t exist by the way). I mean, I could die in twenty seconds from a lightning strike. Or I could go out with a bang in seventy years time when the earth implodes (That’s right the earth implodes in seventy years time exactly. Course, since time doesn’t exist…)

I’ve thought about a lot of things. I’ve spent my fair share of sleepless nights well. I’ve spent my days on forums and on graphic novels. I’ve learnt stuff and I’ve forgotten stuff. I’ve forgotten more stuff than I’ve learnt. But most of all, I wasted time. I wasted a lot of time which I should have spent mugging. I should have been studying for the hell that is IB life. Lots of people have warned me. But I didn’t listen. Mainly because I’m still dreaming and I’m lazy. Are they the same thing?

Okay. What was I saying?

Nothing.

BACK TO THE POINT.

I was trying to break down ol’ 2005 in this post. I couldn’t. There are just too many memories and too many dreams. Or possibilities. Or whatever. Basically, all I know is that 2005 rocked out loud. Yeah. Jammin’. Peace. Also, I need to say, more to reassure myself than anything else, that 2006 has ‘nothing on me’, as they say. I shouldn’t worry. I remember a verse that speaks of birds in the fields. Or something along those lines. AH GOT IT NOW. If God took me this far, he isn’t going to abandon me now. He got me into ACS. Both ACS. The IB program. So I don’t have anything to worry about. Really, I don’t. Wait that doesn’t sound to convincing. Need to work on that. But I know that 2006 is going to be okay for me. That’s a good thing.

Yaargh.


Really beginning to get emo isn’t I? That’s a bad thing, because as I have illustrated, I have always hated that characteristic.

But today isn’t the time to talk about it , is it? Today is a time to celebrate the New Year and stop worrying. Take it away Bob…


Don't Worry, Be Happy Lyrics

(whistling)
Here's a little song i wrote,
you might want to sing it note for note,
don't worry, be happy

in every life we have some trouble,
when you worry you make it double
don't worry, be happy

dont worry be happy now
dont worry be happy
dont worry be happy
dont worry be happy
dont worry be happy
aint got no place to lay your head,
somebody came and took your bed,
don't worry, be happy

the landlord say your rent is late,
he may have to litagate,
dont worry (small laugh) be happy,

look at me im happy,
don't worry, be happy

i give you my phone number,
when your worried, call me,
i make you happy

don't worry, be happy

aint got no cash, aint got no style,
aint got no gal to make you smile
but don't worry, be happy

cos when you worry, your face will frown,
and that will bring everybody down,
so don't worry, be happy

don't worry, be happy now...

don't worry, be happy
don't worry, be happy
don't worry, be happy
don't worry, be happy

now there this song i wrote
i hope you you learned it note for note
like good little children

dont worry be happy

listen to what i say
in your life expect some trouble
when you worry you make it double
dont worry be happy
be happy now

dont worry, be happy
dont worry, be happy
dont worry, be happy
dont worry, be happy
dont worry
dont worry be happy
don't worry, don't worry, don't do it,
be happy,put a smile on your face,
don't bring everybody down like this

don't worry, it will soon pass whatever it is,
don't worry, be happy,
i'm not worried




im not worried.



Thursday, December 29, 2005

Well, it’s been a long year. And now that its about to end, I better follow the legions of my blogging brethren and post a ‘end-of-year’ emo post. However, I just don’t do emo. At least, not unintentionally. Wait. Does that make sense? The only time I’ll be emo is when I want people to think that I’m emo. Is this one of those times?

Sorry, mind wandering for a while there.

Okay. Let’s start this thing. First of all, I would really like to thank the brotherhood of 4.16 Enoch, formerly known as 3.16 Habakkuk.

Ah 2005… what a year. So many mistakes on my part. Most unnoticed I hope. But then, so many dreams, so many stories. So many good things. So many memories, good and bad. Well mostly good… Mdm Dharma once said that these years are the best years of our lives. That it’s never going to get any better and it’s only going to get a whole lot worse. She was right.

From OEP 2004 in Shanghai to this year’s LDP (both which turned out a lot better than they sounded).

To the brave new concepts of LA movies and FAG with its incredible possibilities and its desperate need for a better acronym.

From the idyllic bliss of ISO Year 1…to the hectic hell of ISO Year 2.

And from the simple pleasures of a POD lesson in which no real work is done.

To CASL and the beauty of planning… and never getting around to the real work ‘

To all our teachers, who do a lot more than they’re paid to.

To Acxis, and all the other 416 blogs, not to mention the recently reanimated forum, The only thing that will keep us together. (Aside from the whole, 'we go to the same school thing')

To movies marathons and soccer in Sentosa

To ACS in general, where it can only get better, no matter how good it already is.

My time with you guys has really changed me, and in a good way. From my point of view at least. HAAHahHAhahahahahAHhA. But seriously, you guys (classmates and teachers) have taught me to become more like what I really am. I’m (relatively) loud, (dangerously) random and no longer (randomly) dangerous. Also, I’ve found my way much closer to God and general peace of mind.

Plus I know how to play soccer and DotA, now, achievements that cannot be dismissed.

Another group I’d like to thank is the Drama Club. Of course, the chances that you guys are reading this are minimal, so I can’t really go into details. Besides, we still have a couple more years as a club and I’ll do a more emo post then, provided I haven’t died of IB.


Also, I would like to thank God, who has helped me through good times and bad, and who has shown me the light in the darkness.

Of course there are a lot of individuals I would like thank too this year, but I’m really bad at gratitude and goodbyes, especially when they come hand in hand. Besides, surely, this is not truly the end and surely we shall meet again. Besides, I really hate typing one line paragraphs.

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Saturday, December 24, 2005

Just like the ones i used to know...

Hey! Christmas is finally here! Huzzah! But that also means that the holidays are almost over... Not so huzzah. But nevermind. Its Christmas we should all be happy right?

Now thats an interesting thing. See, i just read somewhere that, during Christmas, the number of family breakdowns and suicides spike. Why? Because the media tells us that we're supposed to be happy. Thats right, people are sad because their happy. It makes sense when you think about it. Throughout the year, we put up with crap and get more and more depressed. However, since thats not really unsual (a sad fact in itself), we just trugde on by. But during Christmas, we're pressured into being happy.
Buy Gifts!
Christmas Trees!
Santa Claus!
Snow!

I dont want to sound corny, but that isnt even the meaning of Christmas. Focusing on it as such only begins to break people down. We're forced by companies that tell us to be happy so we buy their goods.

The true meaning of Christmas has something to do with a very important guy who was born on that day a little over 2 thousand years ago.

But its strange. Santa seems so much more photogenic or something. I remember that back in the day, there were more Christ-related christmas shows. Now, everything is about Santa. One of the scarier things is that ol' Mister Claus only started looking like he does now (red suit and all) because of a Coca Cola advertising campagin. (Note : He was not invented by Coke, he was just advertised by them)


Im not saying that Santa Claus is a bad guy. Im just saying that what he represents has been twisted by the insanity of production placement, and we're all worst of because of it..

But seriously now, Merry Christmas!




Monday, December 19, 2005

My original plan to post a post everyday is beginning to backfire. Oh well, there only one thing to do now. That's right, just trudge along stubbornly refusing to admit my mistakes and trying desperately to force the formation of democracy that likes me.

Ahem

Well, I'm screwed. I just took a peek in the new Economics Textbook and realized that i dont understand Diddly-Dum-Doodily.



Sunday, December 18, 2005

The holidays really are passing fast. Actually they are mostly gone already. And i havent dont shit. I think its a new record. The only thing i really learned is that the internet is full of crazy lunatics who have developed pages and pages of research on idiotic topics. Just look at this. Based on a single day's strip at Penny Arcade.

Not that i feel that there's anything wrong with making up large unreal fantasy's just for the hell of it. I'm just pissed that i didnt find out about it earlier so i could add my crap to it.

And another thing. Everyone has stopped blogging. Well, they're not blogging as frequently as they should. Next year, we wont be able to blog at all, so we might as well make the most of this freedom.



Saturday, December 17, 2005

I dont really have much to post on now. Besides, i dont think anything i post really interests you guuys n the first place. I mean, 75% of my visitors here leave within the first five seconds. That a real self esteem booster. So instead Im going to capitalize of the sucess of three thing. Namely, KING KONG, AKIRA AND HALO ZERO.

King Kong was, despite what ethan says, a good movie. It wasnt a great movie, but it was worth going down to the theaters. Peter Jackson has lived up to his name, and the LOTR fame. As well as the three our minimum. Also, its quite clearly a tribute to the olds days more than anything else. Some of the lines and shots look like they come straight out of some ancient black and white film.

Also, the cast is unique. I mean, come on Jack Black trying to be serious?! Thats something worth seeing.

***PLOT TWIST***

Couple of days back i watched Akira.A secret military project endangers Neo-Tokyo when it turns a biker gang member into a rampaging psionic psychopath that only two kids and a group of psionics can stop. Thats the story, straight off IMDB. But its really a lot better than it sounds. First off, the characters are really well developed for a animated flick. Plus the theory behind it is pretty unique. Nowadays, everything is either nanotech or genetic mutation.

If anything, i think that its a bit too violent. But then again, i suppose they call it realism.

***PLOT TWIST***

Oooh! look at this uber cool game. Halo Zero . Its a fan made. Halo prequel. Wicked right. Plus, based on the number of people searching for this game, its going to push up my viewership... Muahahah.

*** PLOT TWIST****

Oh yeah, and Howard Stern has retired.



Friday, December 16, 2005

I would like to post today, but instead i'll wait until i see king kong tommorow, so i can also give you a review of that.



Wednesday, December 14, 2005

I heard this interesting argument a couple of days back. Basically, it was about whether one could live in a world which music or a world without sports. Personally, I feel that such an argument isn’t really possible. Difference parts of the brain are simulated by sports and music. Any and every animal takes part in sports in one form or another. Don’t say that handicapped people don’t play sports. I’m not saying in a world where there are sports and yet people can’t play. I’m talking about a world where the very concept of sports in alien. Where simply trying to explain the very concept of sports will cause their brains to explode. Of course, such a world is beyond imagining.

Likewise with music.

Of course, let us simplify this matter. Image a world where there are no sports, only music. Of course, not as rigid as the world described above. Eventually, people will start dancing to the music. Some dancers will be better than other dancers. Eventually the best dancers will become so good that the lesser dancers will occasionally spend time just watching them pirouette around and around. At this point the good dancers will begin to meet up, and start dancing together, in a club. However, eventually they’re fame and fortune will set them apart. It will make them proud, perhaps even over-zealous. They will notice that some of their numbers are better than others. But among the best, who will know who the best is. At this point the dancing will become competitive and, well, what do you know, you have a sport!

A world without music will be slightly difference. Imagine a world populated only by deaf people. They will learn to live without music. Well, music as we know it. But, they will find alternatives. Symphonies of Lights. Or just deep, deep vibrations that you can feel through your feet. Or really high ones you can feel in your teeth. It doesn’t really matter. All that matters is that a form of music will always, always exist.

And so will a form of sports.

We play sports because we’re living. A sport is just a form of natural selection for civilized people. Actually that’s not really true. Games are just a form of natural selection. Long long ago, people used to run very fast from things with rather large teeth. The fastest runner would be the most popular, the life of the party. If only because all his fellows were eaten, while he was just severely out of breath. Nowadays, even if people down run around as much, there are other games. Video games, board games, even the really subtle ones like convincing someone to buy a car. These ‘games’ are needed. They are ingrained into our bodies. We are driven to strive to achieve something that no one has ever achieved before, so that we can survive. This drive cannot be denied, but it can be contorted and twisted. This is why NASCAR exists. And figure skating.

I just watched this very interesting video that appeared on my desktop this morning. I don’t know how it got there, or what the heck it was. Which was good because I like surprises. When I played it I was confronted by perhaps the most incredible realization of that day. SESAME STREET IS GREAT! The video was called ‘C is for Cookie’ and the premise was that on of those anime characters from either Satanic Vampire 666 or 666 Vampirism Satan, you know, the one they show at daycare centers? Anyhow, the guy (or vampire) was waving his sword around and singing that classic Cookie Monster song. It was one of that cut-appropriate-and-dub-them-in-a-humorous-fashion.

But it got me thinking. Damn, that song is catchy. I mean, any kid who listens to that song is definitely going to remember what ‘C’ is. I mean, when I was trying to remember ‘C’, I remember I used to compare it to Sea. Then I would realize that another word for Sea is Ocean. And then…. O (h)! C (eeee)! As you can see, I liked to over complicate things.

But guess what? They changed it! Just look at this article by the similarly enraged Jonah Goldberg. I mean, WTF? That was a freaking classic! It was what ol' CM was! Its just like the way Kenny isnt dying anymore.

***PLOT TWIST***
Oh yeah…. Did you notice where anime and manga videos are located at a shop? I know that they’re not really as popular as ‘real people’ movies, but I doubt that’s a reason to put them in the children’s section, right in-between ‘Bambi’ and the ‘Barney and Friends’. I mean its okay for some of the more, shall we say, moronic, soulless product placement series…. I can even understand if they put Spirited Awaythere, even though its a terrible crime in itself to compare the genius that is Hayao Miyazaki to the latest direct-to-video Disney movie.I mean, Spirited Away is good enough to 'fit in' in the foreign films section! But the problem lies with movies like the NC-16 Akira and the M-18 Ghosts in the Shell. Yes, its difficult for kids to borrow said videos, and if parents are to blame if they’re stupid enough to pick out Hellsing for the weekend. But what about us! I mean, I don’t want to be seen digging through the seasons of Tellitubbies just to get at ‘Cowboy Bebop: The Movie’.

*** PLOT TWIST***

I know that there are people who get offended very easily and prowl blogs because they like to find people who offend them, and complain. Fortunately, I’m not popular enough to attract that sort of attention. Yay! Three cheers or mediocrity!



Monday, December 12, 2005

Lack of time. In my last post, I remember quite distinctly of complaining of a couple of things. I do that a lot, as do most bloggers. I have come to believe that blogging is a glorified form of a drunken ramble, only without the alcohol. That is to say, that alcohol is optional. But back to the point. I realized quite suddenly today that I had way too many things to do. I need to meet with Roobs and the new sec 4s to discuss the drama club’s future, you know, prospective script readings … and trying to convince them that I’m not writing anymore. I also had to meet with BLT and Co. to help him ‘flesh out’ the script, but time constraints kept me in drama the whole time. ‘Shades of Grey’ seems like a step in the right direction for us, its deep, meaningful and it has a female lead that doesn’t spend most of her screen time as a cadaver. But the underlying, and yet staggeringly obvious theme is worrisome though. I really wonder what’s going to happen when our benefactors find out. And our parents. Shudder.
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Hey, I just realized something. Everyone can read this! And the people I’m talking about can definitely read this!

***PLOT TWIST***

Web comics are really a booming industry. Check this article out. Look at Penny Arcade’s profits. I mean, they can actually hire a guy to do just their charitable work. And all they do really is play games and make comic strips. No disrespect to the people at PA though.

There are loads of other comics out there on the net too. I mentioned a few in an earlier post, but I’ve found that PA and PVP are like the top two. We need to look into this business. I mean, all we need is someone who can draw, right? Well technically we need a penciller, an inker and a colorist. And a writer, but those are a dime-a-dozen.

***PLOT TWIST***

Speaking of writing, I’m really in a situation here. I mean, I thought that since it’s the holidays, I’d be able to sit back and just write. Turns out, I’m just as busy. Even when I’m doing nothing. It’s not that I can’t write at all, exactly. I’m just not writing enough. I should have finished two plays and a dozen short stories by now, but they all seem to get stuck in the works. Damn writers block. Maybe its because I’m spending to much time blogging…. Or maybe I’m just a hack.

***PLOT TWIST***

Long hours at home on the net are making me emo, just like the warning at the back of my modem says.

Sigh.

Wait! No! NO SIGHS! NO SIGH!

ACK! I’m even spreading everything out!

For yhe process to be complete, I just need to buy more balck clothes and eyeliner.

Or is that gothic?

Ah heck. I getting all my stereotypes and labels confused. Plus, recent surveys show that I’m losing whatever social skills I once had. I’m mumbling and looking at the floor again. Except when I’m looking at the screen. Damn, I’m not even doing that. I’m looking at my keyboard! My keyboard! I’ve begun to question my touch typing skills. Ack!

This can’t be a good thing. By term time, I’ll be some kind of animal freak! Wait… Oh yeah, I’m that already.

Ahem.

By term time, I’ll be a certified wrist-slashing eye-shadow wearing, counselor-seeing ‘My Chemical Romance’ fan. The future is grim indeed. I used to be so happy. Why am I so screwed up now? I know! When I was in school, I could always see other people’s problems, and that cheered me up. I know, I’ll just go to CNN.com.

Wait, surely that cant be right. Or is it. I bet that it’s the same for most people too. I mean, you cant appreciate your own life without appreciating the suffering of others, right. Otherwise, you’ll have no gauge to tell you when your life…. Is….. good. …or ….bad.

ARGH!!!

This is even worst. I’m not just becoming emo, I’m reverting to my Eeeevil, psychopathically inclined self.

Curses!



Sunday, December 11, 2005

Havent posted in roughly six days! Argh! Well, thats not entirely true. I'm posting again on Acxis, so maybe that counts.

In any case, I'm experiencing the classic Holiday Syndrome. You know what I'm talking about. Time seems to slow to a crawl in the short run, but in the long run, the days seem to just flyby. I mean, it seems like just yesterday that we ran screaming bloody murder from the school building, with the sole intent of destroying all that live. Breakfast on the other hand seems centuries away. Sigh.. I wonder whether there's a way to capitalize off all this. A time machine powered by the energies unleashed by this temporal anomaly. If there is, once i discover it, I WILL COME BACK AND MEET MYSELF AT THE TIME OF THIS POST AND TELL ME OFF IT.
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Ah well, cant blame a guy for trying.

***PLOT TWIST***

Hey! Ali tells me that CAP is back with a vengeance. Couldnt be bothered to do anything last time. This time, on the other hand I feel like doing some actual work and writing. Or editing old schoolwork into a frankensteinian portfolio of sorts. Speaking of ol' frank, here's something interesting about him. The publishers are the Wachowskis Brothers.... so i think i can bet that the first volume will be a ground breaking thought provoking spectacular achievement. After that, it will all be crap. Of course,I'm not looking down on the writers behind the series, but tells face it, they arent exactly Alan Moore, you know, the guy behin the League of Extra-ordinary Gentlemen.

***PLOT TWIST***

Speaking of great writers, i just started reading this book 'Dork Geek Jew' by a guy called Danny Katz. He quite good and i recommend it to anyone who is actually reading this.

***PLOT TWIST***
Sigh.... i get the feeling that no one is really reading this. I mean, the last keyword search that led to this blog was apparently for a Grom Hellscream Pic. I dont know how that happened. But it does open up an interesting line of study. Maybe if i put completely random and possibly deeply stupid keywords, people will come here more often.

Hmmm....

More on that in my next post....



Tuesday, December 06, 2005

I'm worried that someone is doing to use my previous post to throw me in jail.

***PLOT TWIST***

Last night, i had a dream, and in that dream i had come up with a startling argument that could not be denied. It was about suicide and depression or something. I forgot it all. Its interesting. When I'm alone, ideas start forming that stop me from concentrating or sleeping.I feel strangely invigorated, yet depressed. Maybe depressed is a bad word. I don't get depressed, just mildly annoyed at unrealistic things... I believe the wording is 'ANGST'! Not 'angst'. 'ANGST!'. You pronounce it 'ANG-SSSSTEH', then bow your head and cover your eyes. You can sob, too. But 'ANGST!' as i have found, only works if your an American living in surburbian, like Orange County. See, there, you really have times to pratice. In most other places, you'll be to busy trying to figure out 'how-the-heck-am-i-going-to-get-out-of-this-mess'. But, as i said there are some places where you can just contort and lament to your hearts content.





Monday, December 05, 2005

Putfile have banned the Republic of Singapore. What happened was something like this. Some australian drug trafficker was arrested and convicted in 2002. He was hanged a couple of days back 2 Dec 2005, despite a plea for clemency from the United Nations.

Whoa, i can really see how that makes sense. I can just the thought forming in the head of the Putfile Admin. It must go something like this.

"Damn those Singaporeans! How dare they impose their own laws in their own country! I know! We'll ban all the Singaporean users! Surely without our incredible web service they will be thrown back into the stone age! People will be driven to insanity without a place to download our mindlessly stupid attention-seeking, mildly illegal videos, and upload their own!"

I mean WTH? Why do these people care?! Singapore is our country and we have the right to have our own laws. The man was a (expletive) drug traffcker. They say the reason for this is that he was trying to clear his brother's debt. You know, maybe you havent heard of this, but there are legal ways of doing that! Dont get me wrong, i'm prolife, and i think its really sad that this guy had to die, but come on! He broke the law! Besides,Banning us wont bring him back!

And personally, how dare anyone say that the laws of Singapore are barbaric. I mean, i'm quite liberal, and i don't agree with somethings that are going on in Singapore, but I've never once thought such a ridiculous thing. Strict laws are the only thing keeping Singapore from turning into a branch office of Heck!(Swearing is bad,kids. )


But the stupidest partof the whole thing happened when they set up a forum topic to discuss the issue and loads of people, Sporean or otherwise, condemned the admin. So, they've destroyed that forum topic. Haha. Can't you just smell the Freedom.

Of course, the real joke is that i dont know what the heck putfile is anyway. I've never been there. But, like scores of other Singaporeans, attracted by this outright display of unfairness against us, i dropped by to complain. But, after going through 13 pages of angry replies, when i was about to drop in my own two cents, they just deleted the entire thing. Now, without a proper vent, Im blogging about it, only now I'm toning down my rant a bit because of the who never know who is reading these things. But, if you really want tot know the original arguement, just go down to your neighbourhood coffeeshop, preferably one full of dangerous-looking gangsters and stop blinking.(think about it).

I'll probably send this post to Acxis too, since Ken Tay isnt here to say anything.


haAHAHAHAHHAHAhhahhahahhAHhhHHhahahaha.

Check out the Acxis site for the reason behind Ken Tay disappearance.



Saturday, December 03, 2005

To past the long, long,long monotonotononess, im trying to pick up lucid dreaming. Theres a wikibook on it and even a whole website. I just hope its not some sort of satanic cult.

Its apparently quite simple. The steps are.... REMEMBER, WRITE, RECOGNIZE, AND REALITY CHECKS. These help you remember your dreams and realized that a dream is a dream. The actual entering the dream techniques are called...MILD, WILD, WBTB.



Friday, December 02, 2005

Nitrous oxide, also known as dinitrogen oxide or dinitrogen monoxide, is a chemical compound with chemical formula N2O. Under room conditions it is a colourless non-flammable gas, with a pleasant, slightly sweet odor. It is commonly known as laughing gas due to the exhilarating effects of inhaling it, and because it can cause spontaneous laughter in some users.

***PLOTWIST****
Havent laughed in a while. HAHAHHAhahhahaHAHAHhahahahhahahaHAHhahHahhahHAHahahahHAAHHAhhahahaHAHahaHHAhaaHHhahHHAHAHAAAahhahahah...

***PLOTWIST***
Havent done a lot of things in a while. Like actual conversation with living people. 17 days and counting...God, i need to get out more. But I'm under house arrest, so im stuck here. Damn.

***PLOTWIST***
We're wasting our holidays! Arggggh! Arggh! I feel my life-force being drained away! Eeee!AAAH! The sad thing is that there is nothing we can do about it. But then, there nothing we can do about anythig. We dont really have any choice in anything. Our opinion is less important than that of a dead rat. Mmmm... dead rat.... reminds me of something, but i dont know what. Oh well, in this day and age, we cant hope to remember anything more than a month old because it would be obselete and a waste of RAM.

***PLOTWIST***

I realize that there are only three reasons for people to own weapons. I can it the RAZ. That stands for robots, aliens and zombies. For instance, if we destroy all our weapons, and suddenly the recent deceased rise again, intent on devouring living flesh, we're screwed. Like wise for the robots and aliens. Although, perhaps in the case of the aliens, we're probed, not screwed. Nevermind.

***PLOTWIST***

During this entire post, i wrote the 'plot twists' with only one 'T'. If it looks worse please feel free tell me. If you didnt notice.... Well now you do.

***PLOTWIST***
Would you believe i wrote this first?