::Pet The Gicture?

More spoonerisms. (also see previous post Meducating The Asses)

::Update (Again!)

Changed comments thing to Haloscan. Now the comment links work! ehehe :D
Comment leh, comment leh!

Why is the tagboard still there huh? Ok. The tagboard is for small cute posts and the comments are for everything else.

What are small cute posts? Figure that one out for yourself.

Nyah.

::Meducating The Asses

Spoonerisms

::Er...er....er.....

Evon, don't sad lah. Everyone gets laughed at sometime. See you sad, make me sad also. :( But don't keep scolding them lah. They scold you, you scold them, it's never going to end and both of you will have more and more things to scold each other with. Then everyone will waste time doing stupid useless things like scolding each other and time will be sad cuz he don't like being wasted.

Everyone, don't critisise people left and right lah, you scold them, they scold back, so much poison going around, the bystanders all poisoned to death liao.

Love and peace! Love and peace!
Can't we all be hippies or something?

::Quiz things

Take the quiz: "What type of attitude problem do you have? (pics)"

Your Scary
Your probably goth (good for you). But this also makes most of the things you say creepy to others. Your probably trying to be mean but your slighty twisted so you end up scaring people. But who cares they still go away which is what you wanted. Try creeping people out by saying....


Damn. If I'm scary, everyone is scary. How can I be scary? I'm so kawaii! *sounds of pple pukeing in the background*
Anyway I don't like the word scary. It sounds silly and rivet-ey. *goes to do Shingo mama oha actions to Funker Vogt*


Take the quiz: "The MOOD quiz! (With cool blinkies!)"

Sleepy
zzzz..zzz..zz. Yep, that's you all of the time. It's not your fault! You're just tired all of the time.


Mmmm. How they know I sleep late?




Category V - The Lone
Wolf

Though you'd be welcome in most groups, you prefer
a more solitary path.


What Type of Social Entity are You?
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Hm. Such a lonely ger, such a lonely world.(Image has been removed cuz it screwed up my blog)

::To All Those People Who...

...produce songs but can't tell a synthesizer from a sanitizer, dance but have two left feet (or two right feet for that matter), sing but can't stay in tune, draw but can't draw anything but stick figures, play an instrument although everyone says you sound horrible, speak a language though you’re so bad at it that no one can understand you, play tennis though you’re picking balls most of the time, etc.

I applaud you for having the courage to try, having the curiosity to learn more and having the persistence to continue trying.

Rome was not built in a day, all of us have to start somewhere. All the experts you see didn’t become great overnight. All of them were beginners once, most of them have written cheesy songs / danced clumsily / sang or played horribly / etc. (just that they probably don’t want to talk about it).

Don’t worry about not having results instantly, how many people you know can achieve instant results, especially with something which requires skill and practice? No matter how long it seems to take, you will get there. Even if it takes ten years, twenty years, etc. the results will definitely be worth it and you’ll be among the few who had the perseverance to continue and now have something to show for it.

Even though everything now seems results-based (they want results and they want it FAST!), you’re not doing it for them, you’re doing it for yourself. Those who laugh at and ridicule a beginner have often forgotten what it was like for them when they first started, or else they’re just stupid shits who get a kick out of making other people miserable, in that case I say to them: GET A LIFE AND DO SOMETHING MORE PRODUCTIVE!! Time is wasted on these idiots and should be given to someone else (ie. you) who can make better use of it. Oh, and don’t bother about having nothing to show off right now. A skill, constantly practiced and improved, ages gracefully over time and will eventually become something to be proud of. Anyway, you’re not doing it for them, you’re doing it for yourself.

I’m still trying to keep this in mind, even though it can be hard sometimes. Really hard. Especially when everything I do seems like crap, but one thing I know is that I WILL GET THERE. :D

~*~

My dream is to become a faceless producer of electronic music, working unnoticed while someone else gets rich and famous playing my music. I don’t need the stardom, I don’t need the fame, I’d rather have my quiet life thank you. Going about your daily life knowing that someone appreciates your music enough to play it, hearing your song somewhere, seeing people enjoying it and having nobody except you (and the precious few you told) know that you wrote it, now that must be the best feeling in the world.
Okay, I know it’s not going to happen anytime soon. But hey, I can dream, can’t I?


I still like metal by the way. My music taste is just schizo, that’s all. :D

::Update

Person next door had a big fight with boyfriend today. So fucking noisy.

Worked for the whole day yesterday (or rather the day before, it's past midnight) and now the trance sound is mine!!!! BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

Naughty ger, your physics pract is tomorrow and all you can think about is Buzz. Orhorhor. I tell mummy.

::10 Reasons Why Your Musical Instrument Is Like Your Boyfriend

1) Sometimes you can't wait to meet him, at other times, you can't stand the sight of him at all.
2) He can make you the happiest person in the world, or the saddest.
3) You put in a lot of effort to get him, but you've already forgotten how. Anyway, it was worth it.
4) Or maybe, after he makes you angry, it wasn't worth it at all.
5) You love it when people look at or express an interest in him.
6) But maybe not too much of an interest cause then you get jealous.
7) No others can compare. There are nice ones out there but yours is always the best in the whole world.
8) If you neglect him, he gets pissed and whatever you play sounds like shit.
9) You always spring to his defence when people criticise him.
10) You're always worrying that you're not good enough for him.

10 Reasons Why Your Musical Instrument Is Better
1) He won't run away.
2) He won't laugh at you or put you down.
3) He doesn't get jealous when you two-time him.
4) If he dies, he can be replaced. If he's badly injured, well, he can also be replaced.
5) You don't need to meet the parents.
6) Trouble-free ditching, with no risk of psychotic ex-boyfriends coming after your blood
7) He'll always be there for you, right where you left him (unless your mother's been tidying your stuff, that is).
8) He won't tell you what to wear, or what not to.
9) He won't talk back to you. In fact, he won't ever say a word of disagreement against you.
10) He won't turn gay. Trust me on this one.


This is a quick one cuz I have Physics practical tomorrow. Wish me luck. I'll need it.

::Top Ten Most Ridiculous Black Metal Pics Of All Time

You black metal people are ridiculous.

::Thing I stole From Addie

If I were a month I would be: Dec. Rain, sleeping, cold weather and nice jackets.
If I were a day of the week I would be: Saturday
If I were a time of day I would be: 12-2pm. Most productive time of the day.
If I were a planet I would be: Green! erm....never mind.
If I were a animal I would be: Roadkill. That's life.
If I were a direction I would be: Left, right, left right left.
If I were a piece of furniture I would be: Mat. Sat on, walked all over.
If I were a sin I would be: LUST. *stares cross-eyed at you*
If I were a historical figure I would be: ME.
If I were a liquid I would be: Green tea.
If I were a tree I would be: Plastic tree. (heh, is that a jrock band or something?)
If I were a flower/plant I would be: Cactus.
If I were a kind of weather I would be: rain and storms! with positive and negative charges!
If I were a musical instrument I would be: FSM Infector. Ok, it's not really an instrument except in the loosest sense of the word, but it's my fave. ^_^
If I were an emotion I would be: *0_o*
If I were a color I would be: black with mouldy edges
If I were a vegetable I would be: eggplant. still need to ask? plus, it's purple and I'm sexually deprived
If I were a sound I would be: that trance synth sound I'm chasing
If I were an element I would be: a transition element. all those lovely colours.
If I were a car I would be: trishaw. nope, ah pek motorbike. (i'd rather be a hayabusa though)
If I were a song I would be: crap i wrote (i tried, i tried.)
If I were a movie I would be directed by: me. starring me. and me. and me. (ie. really really low-budget movie)
If I were a book I would be written by: me duh.
If I were a food I would be: pig feet vinegar? is that what it's called?
If I were a place I would be: my house!!!! love that place, except when the tv is on.
If I were a material I would be: Leather.
If I were a taste I would be: phooey
If I were a scent I would be: me B.O.
If I were a word I would be: arh?
If I were an object I would be: synth. never quite predictable.
If I were a body part I would be: hair. sad but true.
If I were a facial expression I would be: -_-'" kind of expression
If I were a cartoon character I would be: dead. violently. like happy tree frens
If I were a shape I would be a: infinity-gen. or whatever. wait, that's a circle. not special liao.
If I were a number I would be: 0000

::Look at what? Want to fight?

Ok. I do not apologise for my long absence.

IT'S MY OWN FUCKING BLOG WHAT. YOU WANT TO FIGHT IZZIT?

Just kidding. I just left for awhile, now Singapore become booger country liao.

Updates:

1) Updated Sam's blog link. (Friends)
2) Added Maybelline's blog link. (Friends)
3) Added Evon's link. (Friends)

As for me, myself, I, I've been busy studying (ha! I wish.), screwing around with some electronic music on my computer (right now, it's still pretty raw) and listening to evil beaty music/cheesy chinese pop songs/cheesier techno. But I like it what. Kill me. (Just don't sue me, cuz I have no $$$.) I'm also waiting for an ASIO card, so I can hook up my 'wives' (guitar and bass lah) to the computer.

And no, Maybelline, you don't get your photos yet. Mwahahahaha.

(BTW, what's with the fucking popup? Does anyone know?)

::10 Things To Do During Breaks In Between Studying For 'O' Levels

1) Entertain the person in the block of flats opposite yours by pulling faces out the window facing them. (Damn these HDB flats built too close together!)

2) Stomp/Crush/Sadistically torture paper cutouts of annoying characters from Channel U television serials that won't stop making noise (crying/screaming/trying to be evil and failing miserably) while you are trying to study for your 'O' levels.
(Don't know what's crush? Check out this link. *Warning: Contents are shocking, to me that is.*

2) Start crying/yelling and throwing yourself around in front of the television dramatically just as evil rich man is about to kill/rape/do something horrible to poor innocent wet girl who never ever even hurt a fly in her whole entire life. Good way of relieving stress.

4) Compose terrible uninspired techno/trance/industrial music made of things you heard over WKRZ 91.3 (not good).

5) Loop, and listen to terrible sounding music you composed and boost your ego by continuously telling yourself you're such a genius. (Did you hear that? That was so cool....I'm up there with Bach and Beethoven man. ^_^ )

6) Force your electronic music hating sister to listen to music in 4), and derive pleasure from seeing her looks of pain and anguish.

7) Make sister say the music you composed is nice, otherwise you'll cry. When she says it sucks, cry until she says it's nice. Then cry because she's not sincere.

8) Polish your boots until you can see your face in them. Then cry because you think your face is so ugly and you'll never look nice for your prom, boo hoo. Then start thinking about your prom. (hey, I found you something to think about. Thank me.)

9) Write stupid '10 things to...' lists and derive pleasure from making people sad cause you only wrote nine things instead of ten. Then perhaps, they might think it's a good thing.