Baby talk

I go by the name of CL of 2NE1
It's been a long time coming, but We're here now
And we about to set the roof on fire baby (Uh oh)
You better get yours cause I'm gettin' mine

-“Fire” by 2NE1

Haha yep, I’m finally back! For the small group of people who miss my awesome blog posts, I’M BACK :DDD I promise to update more often from now on. Flex my writing muscles a bit before attempting to take up a creative writing module (I hope. Wouldn’t do for it to pull down my point average.) By the way, if you are wondering why this post started off with an extract from a song, this is the reason why: I’m trying out a style. Not that it is completely original (not at all), the extract will serve as an introductory text to the topic of my post. I will be using this style for all my future posts so please look forward to it!

God, I have been watching too much Jdrama and Kdrama; even the way I “speak” is affected.

Today during lit tutorial, our tests are returned to us. Now, I fully expected to do badly in that test because I only filled out 1 side of the foolscap as opposed to everybody else, who at least used the whole paper or used more than that. In the Singaporean education system, we were pretty much indirectly taught that “writing more is better is better.” Hence my mentality assuming that marks likely to be proportionate to the content. So I pretty resigned myself to my fate. When the Prof called my name, it was like the executioner’s call for to step up to the guillotine.

I stood up and leaned my body and arm forward to accept the foolscap. He paused for half a minute and looked at something on the foolscap before handing it to my outstretched palm.

Was he trying to remember the class dunce who failed the first test in the module?

With his reaction, I was almost afraid to look at the grade on the foolscap. But I did anyways.

I passed. WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! And it was a good pass too :D I think the Prof was being lenient though. But still. WHEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

In celebration of this unexpected good news, I skipped Genes lecture to watch Inglourious Basterds with Alice. I don’t understand my logic either, LOL.

Brad Pitt’s exaggerated accent is hilarious. So is his pathetic attempt to be undercover and posing as an Italian. I don’t think he’s even trying at all.

 
Brad Pitt: -looking at his reflection in the big-ass knife- Damn! I look HOT even when I'm unshaven, dirty and old! (Brad Pitt is 40 years old...)

My favourite character is Colonel Landa. He’s like the “sunshine-and-rainbows” kind of villain. He really is a very lovable character. Even when he’s so illusioned to believe that the Allies would just acquiesce fully to all his demands without payback. He’s used to running loops around others that he didn’t even consider the possibility of someone defeating him at his own game.

Alice's favourite scene.
Landa: -poke-
Aldo: Heey! Wha yer tank yer doin' yer stinkin' no-good Nazi basterd!!!
Landa: Sorry, I just had the sudden uncontrollable urge to poke you in the face ^^ 

My favourite chapter would be the scene at the bar where The Basterds met up with their contact.

My favourite quote would be from Hilter: “Nein! Nein! Nein!” Watch out for the spittle and laugh at Hilter having a sissy fit. Hehehe.

Hitler twitching in anger after receiving bad news from his generals.

Okay okay I know, I sound super bimbo-ish(see title of this post), but seriously this is the real deal.

This is the shortest and most accurate personality quiz I have ever taken. And I've taken a lot. Yes it's sad that I have to take online quizzes (often with dumb and irrelevant qns, eg fave color anyone?) to have them tell me more about myself. But seriously, the results are covers alot of ground and is brief (don't you hate them quiz results which wax lyrical about shit you don't give a damn about?)

This is my results. I know y'all dying to see it :) All motions of eyes rolling will be taken as uncontrollable spasming of body parts.
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Your view on yourself:

You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.

The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:

You like serious, smart and determined people. You don't judge a book by its cover, so good-looking people aren't necessarily your style. This makes you an attractive person in many people's eyes.

Your readiness to commit to a relationship:

You prefer to get to know a person very well before deciding whether you will commit to the relationship.

The seriousness of your love:

Your have very sensible tactics when approaching the opposite sex. In many ways people find your straightforwardness attractive, so you will find yourself with plenty of dates.

Your views on education

You may not like to study but you have many practical ideas. You listen to your own instincts and tend to follow your heart, so you will probably end up with an unusual job.

The right job for you:

You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.

How do you view success:

You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous.

What are you most afraid of:

You are concerned about your image and the way others see you. This means that you try very hard to be accepted by other people. It's time for you to believe in who you are, not what you wear.

Who is your true self:

You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.

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Wow. accurate or not?? Especially the straightforward part -sheepish- . Except for the part "plenty of dates". Nada. Ziltch. Not a chance.

http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx

Click on the nice linky above!

Since I found out about my blood type, I have been curious about their supposed chara and such. Yes, this post is a really contradictory as supposed to my previous one (the one slamming stereotypes). The following below is NOT MINE. Just a lit' something I nicked online. Check out http://www.issendai.com/rpgs/takemywings/bloodtypes.htm for more.

Japanese Blood Types and Personality

Every Japanese celebrity writeup and every anime character description with any claim to authority gives the person's (or character's) blood type. Why? Because, thanks to a remarkable bit of Science! by a gentleman named Furukawa Takeji, the Japanese believe that a person's blood type affects their personality.

Each blood type has a personality profile. These profiles—which I took from a site whose location is long since lost in the mists of time, my apologies—are:

Type A

People with blood type A have a deep-rooted strength that helps them stay calm in a crisis when everyone else is panicking. However, they tend to avoid confrontation, and feel very uncomfortable around people. A types are shy and sometimes withdrawn. They seek harmony and are very polite, but all the same feel that they never really fit in with others. A types are very responsible. If there is a job to be done, they prefer to take care of it themselves. These people crave success and are perfectionists. They are also very creative, and the most artistic of all the blood types, most likely because of their sensitivity.

People with blood type A are also likely to be considered classic "type A's": stressed and conscientious. In anime, people like Hotohori are type A's.

The Third Hokage, Haruno Sakura, Hotohori, Heero Yui, Keiko (Kayko) Yukimura
 

Type B

People with blood type B are the most practical of the blood groups. They are specialists in what they do. When they start a project, they spend extra time understanding and trying to follow directions than others might. When they are doing something, all of their attention is focused on it. They tend to stick to a goal and follow it through to the end, even if it seems impossible. They tend to be less than cooperative, as they like to follow their own rules and their own ideas. They are individualists. B type people pay attention to their thoughts a little more than their feelings, and therefore can sometimes seem cold and serious.

People with blood type B are often considered more relaxed, freewheeling, and unconventional than other types, although not necessarily to an unacceptable degree. In anime, the genki, off-the-wall types are type B, along with any kind of well-intended character who's ruled by their impulses.

Naruto, Duo Maxwell, Miaka, Nuriko, Tasuki, Sagara Sanosuke
 

Type O

People with blood type O people are outgoing, energetic and social. They are the most flexible of the blood types. They easily start up projects but often have trouble following through because they give up easily. They are flighty and not too dependable. O types always say what's on their mind. They value the opinion of others and like to be the center of attention. Also, people with O blood are extremely self-confident.

Type O, the most "average" blood type, is considered the best type in Japan.

Quatre, Sailor Moon, Saito Hajime, Kamiya Kaoru, Tamahome
 

Type AB

People with blood type AB are hard to categorize. They can have characteristics on both ends of the spectrum at the same time. For instance, they are both shy and outgoing. They easily switch from one opposite to another. AB people are trustworthy and responsible, but can't handle it when too much is asked of them. They don't mind doing favors or helping out, as long as its on their own conditions. People with this blood type are interested in art and metaphysics.

AB is considered the worst blood type. In predictability-loving Japan, they're loose cannons. They also like to set their own conditions and reserve the right to drop out when things don't meet their expectations. They're known to be sensitive and considerate—at times—but it just isn't enough to balance out the flaws in this blood type. For a while, some companies tried dividing their employees into work groups based on blood type, and no one wanted to work with the AB group. Anime villains are likely to be type AB.

Uchiha Sasuke, Hongo Yui, Tomo, Trowa Barton, Kenshin

A is most compatible with A and AB.

B is most compatible with B and AB.

AB is most compatible with AB, B, A, and O.

O is most compatible with O and AB.

The idea that blood type determines personality has been dying out slowly in Japan. At the same time, the West has finally noticed the potential of blood typing. We haven't quite cottoned onto the idea that blood type is related to personality, but there's a growing belief in fad diets that teach that each blood type evolved at a certain point in human history, so people with that blood type should eat the diet most common among humans at that point. Instead of balanced, nicely average O's, we have savage cavemen hunching around the fire and tearing at hunks of meat; solid-citizen type A's become "docile vegetarians" as well; bouncy type B's get to indulge in ice cream and cheese; and type AB's, as always, are half one thing and half another, and get to eat vegan food or dairy-and-everything-else—IF it suits them. Blood type diets are worth looking into if only to imagine your favorite characters' reactions to their new diets.

Sailor Moon, cavewoman. That image puts me in a happy place.
 

Links Japanese blood type superstition@Everything.com Personality Traits by Blood Type Japanese Horoscopes :: Blood Types Tapanime :: Blood Types ABO World - The home page of Blood Type Humanics, a major scientific movement founded by Nomi Masahiko. ABO Fan Home Page/Hypothesis - A scientific defense of Blood Type Humanics. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Oh oh! Another one! This one is more relevent for our daily lives. Blood types and how's that gonna affect your health :) Be sure to check out http://whatsmybloodtype.org/types.html. Lots of cool stuff . ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Blood Types Blood Type O Individuals of Type O blood have the thinnest blood, strongest immune systems, strongest stomach acids, and live the longest of all the blood types. Well known fact is that Elvis Presley, Prince Charles, Al Capone, and Wren Chambers are all O blood types. Genetically, stomach acid was needed to break down the high protein diets on which our original ancestors thrived. This very strong acid is used to break down acid completely, and since animal protein was one of our original food sources, man adapted to survive. And as food sources changed the type O was able to adapt to metabolizing almost any food because of this strong stomach acid. If you were to check the blood types of most competitive body builders, professional athletes, such as basketball, baseball, soccer, football, and boxers, you would find that an alarming number of them are blood type O. If you check the blood type of the american indians who live in south america, who were and in some cases still are, hunters almost all of them are blood type O. We all want to eat right, but for most of us it is a guessing game. Type O's can metabolize more food sources as a result of their strong stomach acid than any other blood type. For this reason they more easily acquire proper nutrition with the least amount of effort. All other blood types must acquire proper nutrition with combinations of foods compatible with their lower stomach acid content and blood enzymes. Eating certain foods that not compatible to your blood type can cause various ailments like arthritis or some kinds of inflammatory swelling in the joints. These foods can be classified as white and/or red potatoes, orange juice, and dairy products. All these food are actually not good for O blood types. Blood Type A The first mutation from blood type O was blood type A. A blood types came about when people started to migrate to places which had no animals present to feed from or were not abundant. Since type A mutated from type O, this blood type is very similar to type O and can eat many of the same animal proteins that can be consumed by blood type O. It is believed that many type A's which got used to eating from the environment adapted to more of a vegetarian diet. These adaptations happened because there were no meat available for some time. There are many different theories of why some type A's can eat meat and some work best as vegetarians. Some may have been carrying the O recessive gene thereby allowing them many of the characteristics of the O gene individuals. The A blood type is the only partially mutated gene and this is still a mystery to all anthropologists. In the united states, meat and potatoes compromise the staple diet. Type A's do not tolerate either meat or potatoes well. This is the major reason why type A individuals like the shortest lives. When type A's continue to eat meat and potatoes that are inconsistent with their blood enzymes, agglutination, or thickening of their already thick blood, takes place and disaster follows. Individuals of type A blood have the thickest blood of all types. Since the blood is thick as it moves through arteries and veins, especially after or during periods of sleep, any saturated fat in the bloodstream has an opportunity to deposit itself more easily. When type A's eat animal fat, meat or dairy products inconsistent with their blood type- their already thick blood agglutinates, or gets thicker and stickier. Once your blood thickens this will lower immune functions, thereby causing or increasing the chances of cancer to develop. While the A blood type does a great job to metabolize fruits and vegetables it does a terrible job metabolizing animal protein. In a society where 40% of the population is type A, and only 5% of those are true vegetarian, the consequences are catastrophic. Research shows that most cancers are type A related, and the majority of A's eat a meat and potato diet and lots of foods unsuitable for their type, it is indeed predictable this blood type would be overwhelmed with high blood pressure, diabetes, anemia, cancer, and heart disease. Blood Type B Type B blood was the third mutation through man's adaptation, after types O and A. Individuals of this blood group share some characteristics of types O and A. Although they represent a mix of the two previous blood type in some ways there are some very notable exceptions. Type B blood is not as thin as type O blood, nor is it as thick as type A blood. Type B's can eat meat in moderation without having to worry about developing heart disease. Type B individuals have the ability to eat and metabolize dairy products, which both type O and type A do not tolerate very well. We found individuals of type B blood tend to contract diseases such as polio, lupus, and rare disorders such as Lou Gehrig's disease. Type B's average the second longest life span after type O's, which have been living the longest since the beginning of time. This probably due to the fact that animal protein, which contains all those essential amino acids, is good for B's. Type B's have also been found to be the second most muscular types compared to type O's. Even though type B's can build muscle similar to type O's, most B's that we have found gravitate more to coaching sports rather than playing them. More type B's can be found in the fields of medicine, science, technology, lawyers, and judges. One problem that most type B's seem to encounter is foot problems. Numerous subjects had required foot surgery, or had problems with their feet which were very painful and made everyday walking difficult. Blood Type AB Type AB blood type is the only blood type that did not evolve as the previous two blood types. Blood types A, B, and O have been around for centuries but blood type AB has only been around for about 2000 years. Blood type A and B evolved because of a change in our environment but blood type AB did not. Studies have shown that blood type AB is a result of mixing both A and B blood types. Since both A and B are dominant genes, genetically speaking, the offspring should have been A or B. If A and B have been in existence for so long, what triggered the events that caused the mutation to AB? We have still yet to find out the answer to that question. We still think that in the next few century we might have another mutation to a fifth blood type which might encompass all blood types. Some people would argue that this blood type is less susceptible to all of the diseases that strike O's the hardest, and as such, this is natures way of evolving to insure the survival of the species. Blood type AB is the only blood type with two dominant traits. If a parent of blood type O mixes with a parent of blood type A, the trait being dominant will prevail more times that the recessive trait O. The same holds true for B which is dominant over O. For most blood type O's this theory doesn't sound too attractive. When an A parent mixes with an B parent, the outcome genetically speaking should be either A or B, not AB. In any case, AB exists and only represents about 2% of our population worldwide. John F. Kennedy, who we know was AB, was exceptionally charismatic. He was known for many things, engaging personality, embodiment of youth, and overall charm made him one of our most beloved presidents. Those characteristics mirror our 44th president Barack Obama who is also AB blood type. Some people compare him to JFK, well their blood type is the same but only time will tell if president Obama turns out to be as good a president as we expect. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 

For people that hate stereotypes: If you think people should just shut up and stop, put this on your profile. (BOLD the ones you are.)

I'm SKINNY, so I MUST be anorexic.
I'm EMO, so I MUST cut my wrists.
I'm a NEGRO so I MUST carry a gun.
I'm BLONDE, so I MUST be a ditz
I'm JAMAICAN so I MUST smoke weed.
I'm HAITIAN so I MUST eat cat.
I'm ASIAN, so I MUST be sexy.
I'm JEWISH, so I MUST be greedy.
I'm GAY, so I MUST have AIDS.
I'm a LESBIAN, so I MUST have a sex-tape.
I'm ARAB, so I MUST be a terrorist.
I SPEAK MY MIND, so I MUST be a bitch.
I'm a GAY RIGHTS SUPPORTER, so I WILL go to hell.
I'm a CHRISTAN, so I MUST think gay people should go to hell.
I'm RELIGIOUS, so I MUST shove my beliefs down your throat.
I'm ATHEIST so I MUST hate the world.
I don't have a RELIGION, so I MUST be evil and have no morals.
I'm REPUBLICAN, so I MUST not care about poor people.
I'm DEMOCRAT, so I MUST not believe in being responsible.
I am LIBERAL, so I MUST be gay.
I'm SOUTHERN, so I MUST be white trash.
I TAKE (or used to take) ANTI-DEPRESSANTS, so I MUST be crazy.
I'm a GUY, so I MUST only want to get into your pants.
I'm IRISH, so I MUST have a bad drinking problem.
I'm INDIAN, so I MUST own a convenient store.
I'm NATIVE AMERICAN, so I MUST dance around a fire screaming like a savage.
I'm a CHEERLEADER, so I MUST be a whore...
I'm a DANCER, So I must be stupid, stuck up, and a whore
I wear SKIRTS a lot, so I MUST be a slut.
I'm a PUNK, so I MUST do drugs.
I'm RICH, so I MUST be a conceited snob.
I WEAR BLACK, so I MUST be a goth or emo.
I'm a WHITE GIRL, so I MUST be a nagging, steal-your-money kind of girlfriend.
I'm CUBAN, so I MUST spend my spare time rolling cigars.
I'm NOT A VIRGIN, so I MUST be easy.
I FELL IN LOVE WITH A MARRIED MAN, so I MUST be a home-wrecking whore.
I'm a TEENAGE MOM, so I MUST be an irresponsible slut.
I'm POLISH, so I MUST wear my socks with my sandals
I'm ITALIAN, so I must have a "big one".
I'm EGYPTIAN, so I must be a TERRORIST!
I'm PRETTY, so I MUST not be a virgin.
I HAVE STRAIGHT A'S, so I MUST have no social life.
I DYE MY HAIR CRAZY COLORS, so I MUST be looking for attention.
I DRESS IN UNUSUAL WAYS so I MUST be looking for attention.
I'm INTO THEATER & ART, so I MUST be a homosexual.
I'm a VEGETARIAN, so I MUST be a crazy political activist.
I HAVE A BUNCH OF GUY FRIENDS, so I MUST be fucking them all.
I HAVE A BUNCH OF GIRLS WHO ARE FRIENDS, so I MUST be a player.
I have Big BOOBS, so I MUST be a hoe.
I'm COLOMBIAN, so I MUST be a drug dealer.
I WEAR WHAT I WANT, so I MUST be a poser.
I'm RUSSIAN, so I MUST be cool and thats how Russians roll.
I'm GERMAN, so I must be a Nazi.
I hang out with GAYS, so i must be GAY TOO
I'm BRAZILIAN, so I MUST have a BIG BUTT.
I'm PUERTO RICAN, so I MUST look good and be conceited
I'm SALVADORIAN, so I MUST be in MS 13
I'm POLISH, so I MUST be greedy
I'm HAWAIIAN so I MUST be lazy
I'm PERUVIAN, so I MUST like llamas
I'm a STONER so I MUST be going in the wrong direction
I'm a VIRGIN so I MUST be prude
I'm STRAIGHT EDGE so I must be violent.
I''m a FEMALE GAMER, so I MUST be ugly.. or crazy.
I'm BLACK so I MUST love fried chicken and kool-aid.
I'm a GIRL who actually EATS LUNCH, so I MUST be fat.
I'm SINGLE so I MUST be ugly.
I'm a SKATER so I must do weed and steal stuff.
I'm a PUNK so I must only wear black and date only other punks
I'm ASIAN so I must be a NERD that does HOMEWORK 24/7
I'm CHRISTIAN so I MUST hate homosexuals.
I'm MIXED so I must be screwed up.
I'm MUSLIM so I MUST be a terrorist.
I'm in BAND, so I MUST be a dork.
I'm BLACK so I MUST believe JESUS WUZ A BROTHA.
I'm MORMON so I MUST be perfect.
I'm WHITE and have black friends so I MUST think I'm black.
I'm GOTH so I MUST worship the devil (So I’ve been told).
I'm HISPANIC, so I MUST be dirty..
I'm NOT LIKE EVERYONE ELSE, so I MUST be a loser.
I'm OVERWEIGHT, so I MUST have a problem with self control.
I'm PREPPY, so I MUST shun those who don't wear Abercrombie & Hollister.
I'm on a DANCE team, so I must be stupid, stuck up, and a whore.
I'm YOUNG, so I MUST be naive.
I'm RICH, so I MUST be a conceited snob
I'm MEXICAN, so I MUST have hopped the border.
I GOT A CAR FOR MY BIRTHDAY, so I MUST be a spoiled brat.
I'm BLACK, so I MUST love watermelon
I'm BI, so I MUST think every person I see is hot.
I'm an ASIAN GUY, so I MUST have a small penis.
I'm a GUY CHEERLEADER, so I MUST be gay.
I'm a PREP, so I MUST be rich.
I don't like the SUN so I MUST be an albino.
I have a lot of FRIENDS, so I MUST love to drink and party.
I wear tight PANTS and I'm a guy, so I MUST be emo.
I couldn't hurt a FLY, So I MUST be a pussy.
I support GAY RIGHTS, so I MUST fit in with everyone.
I hang out with teenage drinkers and smokers, so I MUST smoke and drink too.
I have ARTISTIC TALENT, so I MUST think little of those who don't.
I don't like to be in a BIG GROUP, so I MUST be anti-social.
I have a DIFFERENT sense of HUMOR, so I MUST be crazy.
I tell people OFF, so I MUST be an over controlling bitch.
My hair gets GREASY a lot, so I MUST have no hygiene skills.
I'm DEFENSIVE, so I MUST be over controlling and a bitch.
I'm a NUDIST, so I MUST want everyone to see my boobs.
I read Comics, so I MUST be a loser.
I hang out with a FORMER PROSTITUTE.. So I MUST be a whore myself.
I'm TEXAN so I MUST ride a horse
I’m a GOTH, so I MUST be a Satanist
I’m a CROSSDRESSER, so I must be homosexual.
I draw ANIME so I MUST be a freak.
I am a FANGIRL so I MUST be a crazy, obsessed stalker.
I WATCH PORN so I MUST be perverted.
I'm an ONLY CHILD so I MUST be spoiled.
I'm INTELLIGENT so I MUST be weak.
I am AMERICAN so I MUST be obese, loud-mouthed and arrogant.
I'm WELSH so I MUST love sheep
I’m a YOUNG WRITER, so I MUST be emo.
I’m CANADIAN, so I MUST talk with a funny accent.
I'm a GUY, so I MUST ditch my pregnant girlfriend.
I'm CANADIAN, so I MUST love hockey and beavers.
I'm DISABLED, so I MUST be on Welfare.
I'm a FEMINIST, so I MUST have a problem with sexuality and I want to castrate every man on the earth.
I'm a TEENAGER, so I MUST have a STEREOTYPE.
I WEAR A BIG SUNHAT when I go outside, so I MUST be stupid.
I like BLOOD, so I must be a VAMPIRE.
I'm an ALBINO, so I MUST be an evil person with mental abilities and is A MURDERER!
I'm ENGLISH, so I MUST speak with either a cockney or a posh accent, love tea and cricket, and have bad teeth.
I’m WHITE, so I MUST be responsible for everything going wrong on the planet: past, present, and future.
I don't like YAOI or YURI, so I must be a HOMOPHOBE.
I’m not the most POPULAR person in school, so I MUST be a loser.
I care about the ENVIRONMENT...I MUST be a tree hugging hippy.
I have a FAN CHARACTER, so I MUST be an annoying Mary-sue.
I CHAT, I MUST be having cyber sex.
I'm PAGAN so I MUST sacrifice babies and drink the blood of virgins.
I'm PAGAN so I MUST worship Satan.
I'm CONSERVATIVE, so I MUST be against Abortion.
I'm SWEDISH so I MUST be a tall blond blue-eyed lesbian.
I'm a LESBIAN so I MUST want to get with every single girl that I see.
I like CARTOONS, so I MUST be IRRESPONSIBLE.
I like READING, so I MUST be a LONER.
I have my OWN spiritual ideology; therefore I MUST be WRONG or MISGUIDED.
I am WICCAN, so I MUST be a SATANIST.
I DISAGREE with my government, so I MUST be a TERRORIST.
I am a WITCH, so I MUST be and OLD HAG and fly on a broomstick.
I love YAOI, so I MUST be GAY.
I'm a PERSON, so I MUST be LABELED.
I DON'T CURSE, so I MUST be an outcast
I like GAMES, ANIME and COMICS, so I MUST be childish.
I'm SWEDISH, therefore I MUST be WHITE.
I SPOT GRAMMATICAL ERRORS, so I MUST be a pedantic bastard.
I'm GOTHIC, so I MUST be mean.
I’m STRONG so I MUST be stupid.
I'm Australian so I MUST hunt crocodiles and talk to kangaroo’s
I go to RENFAIRES, so I MUST talk weird, be a loser, and not be up with the times
I’m GAY so I’m after EVERY straight guy around.
I don’t want a BOYFRIEND so I MUST be Lesbian.
I'm NOT CHRISTIAN so I MUST just need converting.
I love marching band, so I MUST be a friendless freak.
I DRINK and SMOKE, so I MUST have no life.
I can't help pointing out mistakes so I MUST be an over-controlling perfectionist.
I'm a PERFECTIONIST so I MUST check everything ten times, them burst into tears at one mistake.
I DON'T LIKE to talk about my personal life so I MUST be having problems.

i actually did this test when i was younger.

Disorder	Rating
Paranoid Personality Disorder:	Low
Schizoid Personality Disorder:	Low
Schizotypal Personality Disorder:	Low
Antisocial Personality Disorder:	Moderate
Borderline Personality Disorder:	Low
Histrionic Personality Disorder:	Low
Narcissistic Personality Disorder:	Low
Avoidant Personality Disorder:	Low
Dependent Personality Disorder:	Low
Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder:	Moderate
-- Take the Personality Disorder Test -- -- Personality Disorder Info --

wtf i not anti-social lor. lotte is mean tho. she says i am cold. i'm jus a lit' impersonal that's all. Hmph.

I'm so hungry i could eat a HORSE. -checks da fridge- empty. Big surprise-NOT!  not that it matters. i can't cook to save my life. we don't have a microwave either.

sq i wan a bunny for my bdae!!! and not a stuffed one like last year! Hmph. Meanie.

extract from my email to alice. copy n paste is a godsent for lazy bums like me :)

quick update on my life. yes i have a life. i just happened to find it. it expired ages ago since i entered jc. i brought a new one recently but it likes to go missing every once in a while. which is like always.

i went bintan for holiday. was fun but gets boring real quick. sea sand n sun all day, everyday. nth else. but the weather was great tho (: but everyday nv eat lunch cos lunch not provided n everything there quite ex cos pay in s$. my parents scrimp. so experience a lot of stomach wind. the results are not pleasant to say the least. the excess gas goes south and WELL. should i disgust u further with the details? A chance to disgust alice? Oh yeah sounds real good to me (: i have a quota to catch up on! constant farting. it was TOXIC. one of 'em silent killers but with the sound to boot! yes, a bark to match the bite! shall i go into further excuriating detail? YES I SHALL IF ONLY TO PICTURE YOUR DISGUSTED FACE :D it smells like decomposing durian. yes. Downright horrid. 

 At least it is a chance to get back at my bro. he has horrible stomas gas. it's hereditary. from my mom's weak stomach. in fact, my bro can fart on command. he enjoys farting at my face to spite me. let's just say my payback time is due. HEH HEH HEH.  

oh. on a side note i got a tan. my bro on the another hand is as black as ever. but his shoulders are now red and aching cos someone was too MANLY to put on sunblock which, quote unquote, are only for SISSIES. well, being a girl hurts right? cos u gotta endure eyebrow plucking, waxing, facials and stuff. being a MANLY man no doubt hurts too. only them manly man having too hard a skull prolly translates that pain to a sort of manly satisfaction cos their brains are wired wrongly. or maybe my bro has been dropped onto the floor as a baby. that'll explain his caveman like behaviour and tendencies.

 er. moving on. how is alice anyways??? still despontly staring out of the coach window during daytime and out of the room window at night time missing lingxian? yes. i know. i am missed. i heard your lonely cries over from the seas...

 MY BONNIE LIES OVVVVVVVVER THE OCEAN
MY BONNIE LIES OVER THE SEEEEEEEEAS
MY BONNIE LIES OVVVVVVVVVVER THE OCEAN
OH BRING BACK MY BONNIE TO MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
BRING BAAAAAAACK OH BRING BAAAAAAAAACK 
OH BRING BACK MY BONNIE TO MEEEEEEEEE TO MEEEEEEEEE
BRING BAAAAAACK OH BRING BAAAAAACK
OH BRING BACK MY BONNIE TO MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

 oh. weini got tght with xin min. teh drama!!! i acted as a middleman. why do i sense deja vu?

Wrote this cheesy stuff ages ago. It's so fricking cheesy that it would put Pizza Hut's triple cheese crust to shame. Hence the reason why I didn't post this. This was written during an emotional state of mind (rare) and thus would sound quite OOC (Out Of Character). Rest assured that it is nevertheless sincere.

You may find this boring since you don't have a clue as to who I am alluding to. No matter. I write when I am urged to, by my need to articulate my swirling emotions. Words bring order to chaos and clear the fog of confusion in my mind. Words allow the unveiling of perceptions and realisations that would otherwise remain buried in the recesses of my mind. Words sort my thoughts and feelings out.

Begin. Onslaught of cheesiness ahead. Proceed on if you dare. Oh and beware of bad grammer and sentence structure. As I said this was written during an emotional state of mind and I was more concerned of getting my spiralling thoughts and feelings onto paper before I lose grasp of them rather than fussing over the grammer.

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Tribute to Friends

People we get close to, touch us, shape us and have our worst experiences and our best memories. They bring out the worst in us, the best and importantly make us feel alive. Family is a given. But today, I write a tribute to friends. 3 of my Greatest Friend (all caps intentional) so far in my life (a short 17 plus years) This tribute is to remember them (the past and present them), to reminisce the times we shared and to remind myself to always appreciate them and their existence which affected mine.

The first: The Intense

Polar opposites we were, but perhaps that was why it worked so well. You were a hot-tempered, unreasonable bitch and I, a spineless doormat. Our road was a rocky one, filled with PAIN, FIGHTS, BETRAYALS and lastly ABSOLUTE ENJOYMENT. You were exceedingly demanding, a control freak and a spoilt brat. Me, an overly-compliant doormat, free for anyone to step on at their own leisure. But mostly yours. It was a strange friendship, but extremely impactful and memorable. You molded me to what I am today, and I you. (I hope this isn’t too arrogant of me to presume that) I think we rubbed off a little on each other. From the hot-tempered, spoilt brat you once were, you are now more in control of your fearsome temper, more compromising and above all, more mature and sensitive to how your words can affect others. From the sensitive, cowardly, overly-compliant doormat that I once was, I am now less afraid to speak my mind and more insistent that others’ actions does not harm/trouble me and more apathetic to what others’ opinions and thoughts of me are. (Four years worth of constant exposure to your callous remarks and verbal abuse does wonders) But old habits die hard, your once infamous temper (now practically unknown in this school) sometimes flares up and my characteristic of being acquiesce to avoid complications surface from time to time.

Sometimes I find myself missing the old you: Spiteful, filthy-mouthed, spoilt brat that you are. You were more unpredictable then, and extremely fun, if not self-hurting to be with. And why not? People did think that I have to be at least slightly masochistic in the past to be able to want to and to be so close to you. But the other reason why I miss the old you is of a more selfish nature. At that time, you were the class outcast (and you know it), being known as a unreasonable bitch and not bloody caring about what others think (or so you claim). At that time, I was the only one, your only one (I hope it isn’t too arrogant of me to presume that) and I had all your attention and friendship (even though you constantly deny it and remind me so many bloody times that even when we graduated you won’t miss any of us, not even me and I agreed and forced myself to think the same way so as to insulate myself from the hurt I know will come later) So I am selfish in that way, wanting your friendship all to myself.

Yes I am possessive of my friends. I admit that. I feel annoyed when people cut into conversations, when people take my friends’ attention away from me and when said friends are more absorbed by others. Of course this has toned down. We all grow up.

But now I don’t have all that attention. In this new environment, you long decided to start on a clean slate and take the chance to change your perceived image or show your matured personality without the unreasonable disbelief on the haters. Your social circle widened considerably. You’re fun to be with, charismatic, extremely agreeable when you allow yourself to be. I know that. That was the reason why I stayed with you for four years with all the tough-girl act that causes hurt to both you and me. But despite all that attracting ability you have, the old insecurity sometimes re-surfaces (that which used to get me SO DAMN EXASPERATED NOW AND IN THE PAST WHEN I DON’T BLOODY UNDERSTAND WHY YOU THINK YOU ARE DISGUSTING AND HATEFUL WHEN I THINK OTHERWISE).  

You are the most troublesome friend I ever had. I hate complications, preferring have the least hassles, which predominantly explains my compliant nature: I rather get the short end of the stick to kicking up unnecessary fusses. But you were my many firsts. First to get me to break out of the doormat personality to bloody sock you in the jaw in the school canteen (one of the most satisfying moments in my life), first to strip off my passive exterior and ignite my normally slow-temper to scream “FUCK YOU!” and hurl other heart-felt insults at your face, in my own house, in the presence of my parents and my classmate. (Most heady experience ever) Unintentionally, you taught me _ _ _ _ _ _ (how, why, where) and yet you were so shocked/disgusted by what you saw. (You reaction which still puzzles (maybe even disappoint) me till today, why you reacted in the way you did when I thought you are the one most able to relate) But even if we did the same things, we did it for completely different reasons. You wanted to embody your pain inside, the pain that distracts you from the anguish due to your incapability, you secretly want people to be aware and acknowledge that pain so you wear them in plain view, giving half-assed lies that even a three-year-old kid can detect. I wear them hidden, the pain and the rush proves my existence that I sometimes lose awareness of, the hurt reminds me of limitations to my capability, to remind myself not to expect too much so as not to end up in a worse pain, as an attempt to transfer my emotional pain to physical ones, as they hurt less and heal faster.    

Our memories, intense and dramatic as they are, will always be imprinted in us, affecting us. Memories that make us laugh, long to relieve once again. I know we are slowly but surely drifting apart although the chemistry is still there (platonic) and that we make each other so ALIVE and fired up. But regardless, we will remember each other, even if it merely a faint warm feeling when we reminisce in the not so distance future….         

The Second: The Pillar

Out of all my friends, you were perhaps the one I wronged the most. Many times, because you were always always there, I took your friendship for granted and treated you like a dispensable commodity. And thus, you are also the one who has the greatest ability to give me guilt trips. I was young and easily influenced at that time, listened to what my other friends say and in doing so, followed their advice of distancing myself from you. Or perhaps I was afraid of your insistence, I don’t like leashes and it seems like you wanted me to wear one at that time.

You were largely misunderstood. You used to be desperate to fit in, especially in the popular clique. But all of a sudden, you stopped trying. You spoke little and smiled even less. So you were labeled as dao and loner. But this is not true. Materialistic as you are, you are largely a realist. You used to worship romances and were filled with little girl dreams of marrying a rich and handsome Mr Right and having your own happily ever after. I laughed at your romantic ideals and we rebutted each other on the subject. We were very different, you dreaming of your sandcastles in the air, surprising pessimism and your preference of girly apparel, me of my painfully realistic outlook, happy-go-lucky attitude and my tomboy persona. And perhaps that was what gravitated us towards each other, the differences further accentuated when we were together (dressy VS t-shirt & jeans. Ballad VS Hard rock. Romance movies/Cartoons VS Action/gory movies.)

You were also the one that I had the hardest time in detecting mood changes and the other little things. You were also the most difficult subject for my habitual psychoanalysis tendencies. It is trying to read you. Half the time, you were disappointed in me due to my unawareness of your moods and feelings. You dwell excessively on little details while I completely miss them. You think and read too much into my actions which more often than not, are without intentions. Similarly as you were the cause a lot of headache to me, I was, for you. Sometimes you aren’t as forward as you should be (I am mostly unaware of hints and signals) and sometimes I aren’t as tactful and sensitive as I should be. We are both learning I suppose. You frustrate me by keeping too much to yourself (which I can never understand as I always speak my mind and rant non-stop about both major and trivialities to you) and I frustrate you by not truly understanding and even dismissing things that are important to you.

But we both learned.

Now, you are more jaded than you should be, a little less silent and I little more tactful both sometimes still clueless.      

We are still learning.

They all said when we all graduated the two of us will always be staying in contact and being with each other. We proved them right so far and I intend to continue doing so. For now and time to come. For as long as we live. Forever.

Because I regret, unconsciously belittling friendship in the past and I have learned my lesson well. Caught a glimpse of how fickle and skin-deep friendship is in the real world. Experienced first hand a taste of this diluted pathetic thing claimed to be “friendship” which is actually merely a marriage of convenience and circumstances. How this “friendship” is for appearances and self-gains, not to look like a loser eating, studying, and sitting alone.

It disgusts me that I myself used to play this game in the past. Always leaving reserves on the side in case I lose my main players and being so afraid of loneliness.

You made me realize my ugly side: my double intentions, my beliefs of being self-serving amongst all and in denial of it. I caused you much hurt I know (perhaps a by-product I inherited/learned from my first Great Friend, you know what they say about you following in your first’s footsteps consciously or not. But I shan’t use excuses) You are perhaps the one who understands or can relate to me the most despite being so different in personality but no less in insecurity and issues to deal with.

You were the first friend to celebrate my birthday, the first friend whose birthday I celebrated. You molded the remaining of me alike to your tendencies, the influences to my spending habits, the love of good food (and the willingness to spend on them), the addiction to arcade games and movies.

Above all, you are always there. Amongst the first to rant to about the trivialities of my day, the one I can drop all acts and be totally comfortable with. You are a constant in my life, Even when everything seems so foreign to me, I know for sure that you will never ever change and will always be there when I need you to be and I thank you for it. You are the only one whom I can make leaps of logic and when I express myself in abstract, seemingly non-related stuff when I can’t express myself properly and you immediately understand without further explanation.

Thank you for your forgiveness, your tolerance and your reliability. –hugs-

 The Third: The Twin    

Heh. I think I’ll keep this to myself for the time being. Too embarrassed. HAHA. I think the title is already quite a huge clue? But I shall say this: You are perhaps the first person I got along SO well with. Everything just clicks. Hence you are named “The Twin” if you would pardon the cliché-ness. From attitudes to outlooks, from hobbies to habits, we were similar.

I want to continue waking next to you. To learn more about you and subsequently myself. To create more memories, both bitter and sweet, which upon looking back I would laugh at and enjoy these pleasant memories and hopefully more to come.     
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Sick of the cheese yet? I was thoroughly embarassed after I wrote this too. It 's like "shitt. How am I going to post this online? I have a reputation to uphold!" Oh well, now you know, I'm a softie at heart :3

Strangely enough, in merely the past 3 hours tonight, I realised and confessed–ahem-talked more than I did for the past few weeks.

 

The first started innocently enough. It’s not like it was shocking for me. Just that I was caught unaware. You would have noticed the pause when I stooped down to copy down notes. You thought that I would ignore what you said and just continued as per normal, as if nothing happened. That pause was the time I needed to get over my surprise (entirely an euphemism), to gather my thoughts and think of an appropriate thing to say.

 

Truthfully, I didn’t think anyone noticed. Nor do I want them to. It is nothing to exhibit about or to show off to. I didn’t expect anyone to notice (or to voice out) because it isn’t exactly easy to ask and because most of you guys come from daisy fresh backgrounds, clean from these…weird things. You can’t phantom the thought of it: Why do this? Your knowledge of this sort of things came distantly from newspapers, vague issues discussed during lessons. You guys associate them with emotional time-bombs and not with normal happy people sitting just next to you.

 

You asked. I answered. Truthfully. Cheerfully.

 

Wasn’t much of a big deal. Just another narrative story except that this is my life, my actions and the remnants (reminders) of it.

 

You said you don’t understand why.  

 

I started on my highly amusing (for you) and highly infuriating (for me) story of Sean’s attempt (yeahhh right…) of it.

 

Why the diversion? I tried to experience it to outsiders before. You can explain till the cows come home but they still won’t get it. Even if they understood it from a scientific point of view, they still don’t understand it. Hell, I used to be one of them. When my friend explained it to me, the need, the unexplainable thrill/satisfaction and lastly the addiction, I nodded my head, smiled at her understandingly (patronizingly) and thought she was being a drama queen.

 

Funny now that you are doing the same.

 

But it’s okay.

 

Letting it out is nice even though the other party can’t relate.

 

We have our own problems and we deal with them differently. Even if we do the actions (me and her, the one who unintentionally introduced me to this…habit and ironically called me a freak because of it. Maybe she sees her reflection in my actions and is indirectly scorning herself), we do it for different reasons. 

 

It doesn’t matter really. I shouldn’t read too much into it. Perhaps there is nothing to see. You may not understand but its okay. I know you regard yourself as an open-minded individual where freaky-ness doesn’t faze you. And so we talked about it as if we were discussing about a particularly funny incident(s) that Charlotte did recently in school. It is more comfortable that way.

 

I hate prodding. I hate the excessive concern (pretentious) piled on me (no matter the good intentions). I hate stupid excessive questions asked with wide, “what the fuck?!” eyes. I hate the unnecessary psychoanalyzing. 

 

Three cheers for you who didn’t do any of the above. Hip hip HURRAY! Hip hip HURRAY!! Hip hip HURRAY :D

 

Secondly. I have always known about my cowardice when it comes to friends having extreme emotions. This is the first time I am actively setting a goal to confront and eventually get rid of it.

 

Hell, even Chor Theng, a bloody guy, came up to you when you were sobbing your eyes out, to offer you tissue. Me? Standing just near enough to let you know that I am here but far enough to retreat, back rigid, completely at a loss and fricking awkward as hell.

 

Me, a girl, more afraid of the waterworks than a guy? This is not acceptable.

 

I apologize for retreating and selfishly prioritizing my personal comfort when you need us; your friends. I apologize for that incident and today’s incident.

 

You say that it wasn’t such a big deal and I should let bygones be bygones.

 

True.

 

But this isn’t what should be done. I have always did this, and the problem stays. In secondly school, when my best friend ran up to me crying and sobbed in my uniform, I stood rigid like a zombie, patting her back awkwardly. A good friend of mine was crying over her results, half the class was around her table, consoling her. I was standing at the side, too afraid enter the zone. Many more incidences like this flitted by, (Girls really do like to cry. I am sorry for this insensitive comment but it is the truth.) and the ending is always the same.

 

Now it repeats itself today, when I was too afraid to apologize or even approach you when you were pissed.

 

This flailing of mine is unacceptable. I will try to confront it and get rid of it.

 

I am getting better. Now I am less uncomfortable to bodily contact (or else known as gestures of platonic fondness) and in some cases, even initiating it. Today I leaned on Matsura’s shoulders during maths lesson. I also unconsciously plopped my head twice on Alice’s shoulder’s during tuition, although I removed it on the first time (almost as soon as it landed), and when she pushed me off at the second time. Recently I am less awkward of Charlotte twining her arm around mine, even though it is still hard to join arms and walk comfortably at the same time. I have also unconsciously grasped Charlotte and Vanessa’s hands. (for Vanessa she dropped it like hot potato and I was like oops…)

 

As for you, holding hands feels less weird now. To lessen the tension (mine), I swing them.

 

Swing, swing, swing.

 

It is still awkward to let go when I want to. But it’s okay. It’s all about getting used to it. I am learning the body-language between friends. I am learning that touchy-freely gestures between friends is comforting, not awkward and stiff. I am learning what you guys probably grew up with; showing affection through touch. My mother jerks her hand away when I unconsciously reached out to hold it. I hold the fabric of her shirt instead. Always the shirt.

 

Swing, swing, swing.

 

I started late, but it’s okay. After all, aren’t I always late for everything? I am used to it.

 

Swing, swing, swing.

 

Maybe someday, when I see friends hugging, I won’t think it’s weird but think it’s sweet. Maybe someday I can lend my shoulder out to cry on (even though I am fricking short and you guys would probably get a crick in the neck after the ordeal) and it won’t feel stiff. Maybe someday I won’t be afraid of entering the dangerous zone of outwards-projecting negative emotions (aka range where PMS can hit the others) and let my friends blow off some steam. Maybe, someday I can even gather up my courage to tell my mom that I love her, and appreciate her, no matter how much we disagree with and get on each other’s nerves.

 

Swing, swing, swing.

 

Maybe she’ll let me hug her. Maybe. Just maybe.

 

 

Saw this is a doujin. Worst pick up line I have ever seen. What the fuck doesn't even cover it.  

 

"When I look at you, a volcano flares to life in my nether regions, feeling even now as though it is going to erupt. I want to coat you tropical rainforest with my hot, syrupy lava someday."
 
I suppose this is an attempt to providing comedic scenes. But still... Jeez. Haha crazy doujin artists...    

 

FFN IS LIKE FRICKING DRIVING ME NUTS!!!!!! STUPID SERVER! WHY ALWAYS GO CRAZY??! 

I was in the midst  of reading this FGHP fic. As in Fenrir Greyback/ Harry Potter. Yes, that Greyback, the werewolf. As in werewolf fic. (YIPPEE) Me being slowly lured to the DARK SIDE? Like yeahhhh. I mean, if you can take LVHP(voldie/harry), you can take ANY HARRY SUBMISSIVE PAIRING. How the great has fallen. First it's tolerating DMHP then going crazy over cedric/harry then converted to LVHP and ta-da! Bestial luv. LOL LOL JOKING! I don't have interest in bestiality. Not against it either. But definitely not interested. You gotta draw a line somewhere you know. 

ANYWAYS DIGRESSING!!!!

J2 life SUCKS ASS. Hwk load is siao. Me not even knowing got hwk ( Me: "Huh? Got geog essay meh?!" Van: "LX AHHHHH!") is even more siao. (But i never sleep in class leh.) I was initially hardworking (eh.. more so then usual lah) during the 1st week. But now it's like motivation zero. And dropping. -blinks-

WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU???!! J2 IS FINAL YEAR LEHHH! LIKE YOU WANT TO REPEAT J2 OR (GASP!) GET LOUSY AS HELL A LV RESULTS AND GET THROWN TO POLY MEHHH??!

Eep!

ALL YOUR FAULT LAHHHH STOPID COM!!!! DAMN YOU AND YOUR ADDICTIVE POWERS!!!! DAAAAAAAAMN YOOOOOOOOOU!!! LIKE YOU MAKE INNOCENT PEOPLE ENTRAPTED AND STARING AT THIS SCREEN!!!!! LIKE EVVVVVVVVIL COMPLUSIVE POWERS!!!!!!!!

You don't so scary can! Com don't have complusive power! It's an inanimate object! 

IT'S FRICKING SENTIENT AND IT'S EVIL I TELL YOU! EVVVVVVVVVVVIL!!!! I SHALL WARD MYSELF! -SPLASH HOLY WATER ALL AROUND- -PASTING BUDDHIST YELLOW PAPER ON COM-

Runs away.

Yes I am going fricking crazy. First sign of insanity is not talking to yourself but ARGUING with yourself.  Torn between screaming at stupid ffn for it's lousy unreliable servers and guilt for having done NOTHING besides staring at the pretty screen for the whole weekend. 

UGH. Someone shoot me. Please. I deserve it.   

Great minds can read this!

This is weird, but interesting! if you can raed tihs, yuo hvae a sgtrane mnid too. Cna yuo raed tihs? Olny 55 plepoe out of 100 can.

I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it dseno't mtaetr in waht oerdr the ltteres in a wrod are, the olny iproamtnt tihng is taht the frsit and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it whotuit a pboerlm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed erveylteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Azanmig huh? yaeh and I awlyas tghuhot slpeling was ipmorantt!

Dude! Totally paste this to your profile if you can read this!

HAHAHAAAA! Lingxian is smart! I can so totally read this outloud without pausing! Can you?? Can you match Lingxian's amazing intelligence??!

Lol. Modest much?

I saw this hilarlious post on someone's ffn profile and JUST HAD to steal it.

-clears throat- Ok! Here are somethings I hate about everyone -_-

1. People who point at their wrist while asking for the time... I know where my watch is pal, where the hell is yours? Do I point at my crotch when I ask where the toilet is?

2. People who are willing to get off of their ass and search the entire room for the remote because they refuse to walk to the T.V. and change it manually.

3. When people say, "Its always the last place you look." Of course it is. Why the hell would you keep looking afterwards? Do people do this? Who and where are they? I'm gonna kick their ass!

4. When people say, while watching a film, "Did you see that?" No loser, I paid $12 dollars to go to a cinema and stare at the damn floor.

5. People who ask, "Can I ask you a question?"...didn't really give me a choice there, did ya sunshine?

6. When people say, "Life is short" What the hell?? Life is the longest damn thing anyone ever does!! What can you do that is longer?

7. When you're waiting for the bus and someone asks, "Did the bus come yet?" If the bus came, would I still be standing here dumbass?

Just a little something to tide you guys over before i get over my laziness to post. hehe. This post is dedicated to MCR cos they will be coming to spore in dec to perform. And i don't have the cash to catch them. -brawl- I love their 1st and 2nd album more than their 3rd. 3rd album is more mainstream. i am unsure if mcr is looking to please more mainstream fans and earn more $ or they are really moving into another direction with no monetary motivations of that sort.    

And wth did Gerard Way had to bleach his hair and choped it off???! GAH.

And for the record, My Chemical Romance is NOT emo. Their music is pop-punk. Yes, black parade looks damn emo. But it's meant to be dramatic. Screw you, mcr haters.


Demolition Lovers
Artist(Band):My Chemical Romance 

Hand in mine, into your icy blues
And then I'd say to you we could take to the highway
With this trunk of ammunition too
I'd end my days with you in a hail of bullets

I'm trying, I'm trying
To let you know just how much you mean to me
And after all the things we put each other through and

I would drive on to the end with you
A liquor store or two keeps the gas tank full
And I feel like there's nothing left to do
But prove myself to you and we'll keep it running

But this time, I mean it
I'll let you know just how much you mean to me
As snow falls on desert sky
Until the end of everything
I'm trying, I'm trying
To let you know how much you mean
As days fade, and nights grow
And we grow cold

Until the end, until this pool of blood
Until this, I mean this, I mean this
Until the end of...

I'm trying, I'm trying
To let you know how much you mean
As days fade, and nights grow
And we go cold

But this time, we'll show them
We'll show them all how much we mean
As snow falls on desert sky
Until the end of every...

All we are, all we are is bullets I mean this
All we are, all we are is bullets I mean this
All we are, all we are is bullets I mean this
All we are, all we are is bullets I mean this

As lead rains, and pass on through
Our phantoms, forever, forever
Like scarecrows, that fuel this flame
We're burning, forever, and ever
Know how much I want to show you you're the only one
Like a bed of roses there's a dozen reasons in this gun

And as we're falling down
And in this pool of blood
And as we're touching hands
And as we're falling down
And in this pool of blood
And as we're falling down
I see your eyes
And in this pool of blood
I'll meet your eyes...
I mean this, forever 

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I love the gradual change in mood. And later the intensy and desperation, spiralling down to insanity. 

I wonder if the guy really managed to confess his feelings to the girl. And did he killed the girl and himself cos the girl rejected him or they can't be together? Like he said, dozen reasons on his gun.

Now, onto another track from their 1st album..

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Vampires Will Never Hurt You
Artist(Band):My Chemical Romance 

And if they get me and the sun goes down into the ground
And if they get me take this spike to my heart and
And if they get me and the sun goes down
And if they get me take this spike and
You put the spike in my heart

And if the sun comes up will it tear the skin right off our bones
And then as razor sharp white teeth rip out our necks I saw you there
Someone get me to the doctor, someone get me to a church
Where they can pump this venom gaping hole
And you must keep your soul like a secret in your throat
And if they come and get me
What if you put the spike in my heart

And if they get me and the sun goes down
And if they get me take this spike and (Come on!)

(Chorus)
Can you take this spike?
Will it fill our hearts with thoughts of endless
Night time sky
Can you take this spike?
Will it wash away this jet black feeling?

And now the nightclub sets the stage for this they come in pairs she said
We'll shoot back holy water like cheap whiskey they're always there
Someone get me to the doctor, and someone call the nurse
And someone buy me roses, and someone burned the church
We're hanging out with corpses, and driving in this hearse
And someone save my soul tonight, please save my soul

(Chorus)
Can you take this spike?
Will it fill our hearts with thoughts of endless
Night time sky
Can you take this spike?
Will it wash away this jet black now?

And as these days watch over time, and as these days watch over time
And as these days watch over us tonight
(2x)

I'll never let them, I'll never let them
I'll never let them hurt you not tonight
I'll never let them, I can't forget them
I'll never let them hurt you, I promise

Struck down, before our prime
Before, you got off the floor
Can you stake my heart? Can you stake my heart?

Can you stake my heart? Can you stake my heart?
(And these thoughts of endless night
bring us back into the light
and this venom from my heart)

Can you stake my heart? Can you stake my heart?
(And these thoughts of endless night
bring us back into the light
kill this venom from my heart)

Can you stake me before the sun goes down?

(And as always, innocent like roller coasters.
Fatality is like ghosts in snow and you have no idea what you're up against
because I've seen what they look like.
Becoming perfect as if they were sterling silver chainsaws going cascading...)

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I love the hysteria in this one. More intense than demoliation lovers. I don't like the amv tho. Low budget, makes the quality bad. But it's not like they can help it. The facial expressions make up for the lousy quality and the stragetic placing of lights so they really look vampric.

Ok. Now the 2nd album. The lyrics are less interesting. But their band really improved. the music composition. Well, that's what i think cos not all the songs from the 1st album are nice. All the songs from the 2nd album are nice. But song lyrics from the 1st album are DEFINITELY more intriguing and unique.

And did you know that mcr albums are all about storytelling? The 2nd album carries off where the 1st left. And i am too lazy to elaborate on the story.

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I Never Told You What I Do for a Living
Artist(Band):My Chemical Romance 

Stay out of the light,
Or the photograph that I gave you,
You can say a prayer if you need to,
Or just get in line and I'll grieve you,
can o see you,
Alone?
Another night and I'll see you,
Another night and I'll be you,
Some other way to continue,
To hide my face

Another knife in my hands,
A stain that never comes off,
The sheets
Clean me off,
I'm so dirty babe!
The kind of dirty where the water never cleans off the clothes,
I keep a book of the names and those

Only go so far,
'Til you bury them,
So deep and down we go

Touched by angels,
Though I fall out of grace
I did it all so maybe,
I'd live this everyday.

Another knife in my hands,
A stain that never comes off,
The sheets
Clean me off,
I'm so dirty babe!
It ain't the money and it sure as hell ain't just for the fame,
It's for the bodies I claim and those

Only go so far,
'Til you bury them,
So deep and down we go!

Down...
And down we go,
And down we go,
And down we go,
And we all, fall, down,
I tried!
I tried!

And we'll all dance alone,
To the tune of your death,
We'll love again,
We'll laugh again,
And it's better off this way...

And never again,
And never again,
They gave us two shots to the back of the head,
And we're all dead now...

Well never again,
And never again,
They gave us two shots to the back of the head,
And we're all dead now...

I tried,
One more night,
One more night,
We'll all,
Laugh out,
Cry out,
Laugh out loud!

I tried,
Well I tried,
Well I tried,
'Cause I tried,
But I lied,
But I...

I tried,
I tried,
I tried...

And we'll love again,
We'll laugh again,
We'll cry again,
And we'll dance again,
And it's better off this way,
So much better off this way,
I can't clean the blood off the sheets in my bed!

And never again,
And never again,
They gave us two shots to the back of the head
And we're all dead now...

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I suppose 3rd album is a fresh start since our hero and heroine died in the last track of the 2nd album? (for confused ppl: look at the last line of the above lyrics.) Fitting, since the 3td album is named the Black Parade. And did you know that lead singer, Gerard Way used to be artist? And when you see drawings in the 2nd and 3rd albumn, it's done by him?

As much as a fan I am, i think that MCR can have more improvements tho. Personally I prefer their older style, more punk please! The attempt to merge bubblegum pop and punk is well, commenable. And I get that they are trying more diversifications since listeners get bored listening to the same type of music over again and they are experimenting more. As seen from bubblegummy slash punk tracks to VERY mild screamos  and melodic stuff. But... They didn't do it quite right. It's just... weird. Just...Nah.

 I like their concept. But concepts are nothing without ability to fulfill it. 

Ouch. Direct jab.

But I still love them. More so their older albums anyway.   

My brian is ROTTING from reading such fucking lousy fanfiction. Aren't the writers ASHAMED of themselves? Having the gall to post such kiddy shit online. My younger brother can write better than that crap! UGHHHHH. What the FUCK is wrong with them. All the bloody charas are SO GODAMN FUCKING OOC that I want to vomit. WTF. Hellllloooo, Snape DOES NOT sing lullabies. Dumberdork (sp error intentional) isn't all knowing. Hp crew are brits and they don't use America mannerisms DAMMIT! Stupid stupid people. 

UGHHHHHHH. 

LOOKS LIKE ALTHO THERE ARE A LOT OF AWESOME AND WELL-WRITTEN HP FICS, THERE ARE MOOOOOOORE LOUSY HP FICS FILLED WITH NOTHING BUT IMMATURE DRIVEL.

Can you stop screaming, the shouting, the beatings, the cryings?

I don't hurt. For now I am the one facing the brunt.

But it disconcerts. 

More than you know.

Worse still. I cannot see a better alternative to what you do.

And yet you cry. So we all feel worse. 


Sudden quiet only broken with abrupt screeches and snifflings. 

Sudden change. Stop the hysterical screamings. Please.

And then it gets too quiet again. Your voice strangely soft.

And the screamings start again. 

And I fear.

I don't hurt. 

Hopefully my time has passed.

Down along to him. And now that another is born, to him.

Fear. Not because of what may happen of them.

But what may happen to me. 



Coward. Laugh. 

Because here we fend for ourselves. 

Because if we help we get burnt.

So it's tattle-taling and lying to save our own hide.



Idiot! Don't argue or rebel back. 

It hurts more and idiots deserve it for their idiocy.   

Stay low. Control. There is always a next time. 

A safer next time.



Pain etches from screaming to sting

Anger from raging to unmoving cold

Idiot's finally learning. 

Now eager to please so that the hurt stops. 

Always a safer next time. So lie low. 

Relief. 

Screamings, cryings, hysteria subsides.



Fear retreats for now. 


IDIOTIDIOTIDIOT DON'T TAUNT IT. STOP INTERFERING AND MAKING IT WORSE. IDIOTFUCKINGIDIOTHAVEYOUNOSENSE  



The roaring quiet. Tense. 

Lol. Too fucking funny for me to leave this out. CHECK IT OUT! The question to ask yourself is, are you this type of student?



New school semester:


At the first week:


At the second week:


Before the mid-term test:


During the mid-term test:


After the mid-term test:


Before the final exam:


Once know the final exam schedule:


7 days before final exam:


6 days before final exam:


5 days before final exam:


4 days before final exam:


3 days before final exam:


2 days before final exam:


1 day before final exam:


A night before final exam:


1 hour before final exam:


During the final exam:


Once walk out from the exam hall:


After the final exam, during the holiday:
 

I was listening to this song. Catchy. Jack off Jill has some songs that are really nice. 

WARNING! IF YOU'RE A DEVOUT CHRISTIAN WHO CAN'T TAKE ANTI-CHRIST STUFF, DON'T READ.  

Now proceed on :D

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Band: Jack off Jill
Title: Losing His Touch

Hey there cracked God
(you're) you're looking older
(you're) you're looking older
cry on someone else's shoulder
pink dried up crippled Christ
try to take your own advice

NOW now I'm God
because God never loved me this much
NOW I'll play God
cause your God is just losing his touch

hey there rich God
(you're) you're looking distressed
(you're) you're looking distressed
buy a saint to clean up your mess
Temptation on my side
Devil got me a fat new bribe

NOW now I'm God
because God never loved me this much
NOW I'll play God
cause your God is just losing his touch

I can't breath
Save me
Sew the seed
Praise me

I never had faith in you
I'll never have faith in you
I'll never have faith in you
I'll resurrect myself

Hey there dead god
you're lost and jaded
you're lost and faded
you've become the sheep you hated
you're rotten to the core
Don't believe in you anymore

NOW now I'm God
because God never loved me this much
NOW I'll play God
cause your God is just losing his touch

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I don't think this song needs any explaining -grins-  

Another one!

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Title: Strawberry Gashes
Artist(Band):Jack off Jill

Turn her over
A candle is lit
I see through her
blow it out and save all her ashes for me
Curse me
Sold her
The poison that runs its course through her
pale white skin with strawberry gashes
all over all over

Watch me fault her
You're living like a disaster
she said kill me faster
with strawberry gashes
all over

Called her over
and asked her if she was improving
She said feels fine
it's wonderful wonderful here

Hex me told her
I drempt of a devil that knew her
Pale white skin with
strawberry gashes
all over all over

Watch me fault her
You're living like a disaster
She said kill me faster
With strawberry gashes all over all over

I lay quiet
Waiting for her voice to say
some things you lose
and some things you just give away

Scold me failed her
if only I'd held on tighter to her
pale white skin
that twisted and withered
away from me away from me

Watch me lose her
it's almost like losing myself
Give her my soul
and let them take some body else
get away from me

Watch me fault her
You're living like a disaster
She said kill me faster
With strawberry gashes all over all over ME

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Self-explainitory, aye? Nice nice song :3 Ahhhhh... I love this type. Don't say it's expected from lx!!!
 

I've always loved this song. Especially when I'm depressed. But I today got this sudden sudden urge to listen to it. I doubt most of you guys know what song is this anyway, but it's okay. Just know that it's a fricking nice song to listen to when you're depressed. Adeline likes meaningful song lyrics so maybe you'll like this :)

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Miss Misery 
By Elliott Smith

I'll fake it through the day
With some help from johnny walker red
Send the poison rain down the drain
To put bad thoughts in my head
Two tickets torn in half
And a lot of nothing to do
Do you miss me, miss misery
Like you say you do?

A man in the park
Read the lines in my hand
Told me I'm strong
Hardly ever wrong I said man you mean

You had plans for both of us
That involved a trip out of town
To a place I've seen in a magazine
That you left lying around
I don't have you with me but
I keep a good attitude
Do you miss me, miss misery
Like you say you do?

I know you'd rather see me gone
Than to see me the way that I am
But I am in the life anyway

Next door the tv's flashing
Blue frames on the wall
It's a comedy of errors, you see
It's about taking a fall
To vanish into oblivion
Is easy to do
And I try to be but you know me
I come back when you want me to
Do you miss me miss misery
Like you say you do?

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 The title, the phrase "Miss Misery" as be interpreted as a person causing him misery probably someone he has romantic relations with OR the word "miss" can be interpreted as a verb, in doing so, completely changing the meaning to missing misery OR "Miss Misery" is actually a personification of his depression.  

I personally like the 2nd or 3rd interpretation better. Cause can relate more what. People no bf lahh. Haha.

Overall 

The person is finding comfort in his depression, darkly content with it, prefering to escape reality of his life ( "fake it through the day" ) with alcohol ( "with some help from johnny walker red" ) and moping around ( "and a lot of nothing to do.") The tone of the song centers on dark humor. Like being oddly glad but not really happy. Like how one would smile when jumping off a building. Also there is a tone of resignation of his situation. He grudgingly accepts his depression and feels that he can't change his situation.  

There is also the constant attractiveness of commiting suicide.  "It's about taking a fall To vanish into oblivion Is easy to do" and "I know you'd rather see me gone". And more vaguely "You had plans for both of us That involved a trip out of town To a place I've seen in a magazine That you left lying around". The first quote is quite self-explaintory. He talks about the fragility of human life and how easy it is to end it, in doing so, end his pain. The second quote, the "you" can be refering to miss misery, the personification of his depression OR miss misery, the real person that he has romantic relations to. So it's either that his depression encourages him to commit suicide. Or that the girlfriend prefer to see him dead. The third quote, following the previous two interpretation of "you", have two meanings. One, his depresson want him to commit suicide ("trip out of town"). Thus the "place I've seen in a magazine" refers to heaven.
 
Lastly, although the person faces depression and comtemplates suicide, he doesn't actually do it. He retorts back that he lives on anyway.( "I know you'd rather see me gone Than to see me the way that I am But I am in the life anyway" ) He tries to recover from his depression but easily reverts back. ( "And I try to be but you know me I come back when you want me to" ) Showing that he is weak-willed (so relate to me lah).

I love this recurring sentences. "Do you miss me, Miss Misery Like you say you do?" It's laden with a ironically amusing yet sad and bitter emotion. I rather enjoy the idea of depression as a lady of ethereal beauty, garbed in a dark flowing dress. I love the double meaning too. Miss as a verb or as a title for a woman.  

Eilliot Smith really outdid himself on this song. On both lyrics and the singing. His voice isn't anything amazing, instead I would say that it's very very average. His voice is warbling, teetering in strength. But the emotions was conveyed really well, waves of melancholy ringing with every sentence. Someone described it as "he sounded like a man too drunk off of sadness to sing precisely the right notes." That's the perfect sentence to sum up Smith's singing style. 

More explaination

"Two tickets torn in half" prolly provided an introductory to the "You had plans for both of us That involved a trip out of town To a place I've seen in a magazine That you left lying around" That means that there was an argument between a couple gone bad.  "I don't have you with me But I keep a good attitude" also re-enforces that idea of the couple having an argument and prolly split up. 

"It's a comedy of errors, you see" is prolly talking about his life. Because the next sentence talks about ending it. In that sentence he describes as his life as laughable, a failure brought about a series of ill-made decisions. 

I don't understand this part. "A man in the park Read the lines in my hand Told me I'm strong Hardly ever wrong I said man you mean". I think that was a flashback. It's there to maybe explain that he wasn't all emo in the past? Lol I have no idea.

Yes johnny walker red is not a person but a name of an alcohol, whisky I think. Since I'm a minor and have close to no knowledge of alcohol, when I first listen to the song I also thought that's a name of a person. But the "posioned rain" made me rethink and then I remember walking pass a bar with the sign hanging out that showed a logo of a man and the words "Johnny Walker". Last time tv shows the sponser they show that logo too. So it had to be some kinda of product. So ta-da, reached the conclusion that it's alcohol. 

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I dunno if you're bored with this entry. Haha and I truthfully don't care. TOO BAD XD 

Wtf got sth wrong with the size of words. So werid

Here's another evidence to prove that Alice is one of the craziest and most amazing crack writer. Her imagination when unbridled is just plain SCARY. Take note that alice here is the self-proclaimed -cough- future billionaire -cough- . She is currently in love with Matsumoto Jun, popular bishounen actor in Japan. Alice likes him ENOUGH to actually do a search on him despite her apparent laziness (gasp!). So Sheldon's OUT of the game. (Not that he cares LOL), but Wei Yi, the pretty-eyed boy still in the running. Then again, not completely sure that Sheldon's out, Alice is quite fickle when it comes to choosing bishounens hehhhhhh XD

  


This is Matsumoto Jun acting as Shin in the Jdrama Gokusen. This is 1 of the more manlier shots. The rest of the time, he looks like a fricking girl. -Alice kicks lx-  I swear that Charlotte's butches look more manly than him.  -Alice throttles lx- Anyways onto what alice has written.


STORY OF FUTURE BILLIONAIRE

one day, future billionaire is taking her biology exam. she is totally depressed cuz she know she flunked it. she declared loudly that she would get 10/100.Suddenly, the biology teacher called her and asked her to go see her. she went. the biology teacher told her that she is amazed and impressed by future billionaire's prediction skills. Future billionaire really gt 10/100. excited, biology teacher told future billionaire that she has the markings of a great gambler and smuggled her into a casino. future billionaire, with her amazing prediction skills, won every round of blackjack.. blah. with her new found talent, future billionaire toured casinos all over the world and within a year, she became a world renowed billionaire. future billionaire has became cureent billionaire. when interviewed about how she acquired billionaire-ship, she said: " i owe it all to my biology exam. i predicted i would get 10/100 and really got that. that uncovered my talent and enabled me to become the youngest billionaie ever." the current billionaire went to a wedding. during fanfare, current billionaire identified a waitress that looked veh familiar. she realised that it was lingxian =)) all the lights suddenly went off when bride and groom are announced. the lights all shone on current billionaire and the person announced: THE WEDDING OF CURRENT BILLIONAIRE AND MATSUMOTO JUN =)" current billionaire was pleasantly suprised. matsujun actually planned all these as an attempt to propose to current billionaire. Elated, current billionaire agreed. however, before she could say anything, she saw a totally charcoal figure with a dash of red dashing across the ballroom at inhuman spd at the corner of the eye. startled by the sudden appearance of such a charcoal character, current billionaire could not say anything for a second. the next words that came out of her mouth were:" what was that charcoal THING?" the black jacket came up and apologised:" i'm sorry, that was our toilet cleaner. he is very weird. he enjoys dashing around at full spd." current billionaire stunned and said" that was a human?! tat black thing?!?!" of cuz, the black jacket replied, his name is XXXXX XXX. he was sacked from his former job cuz he scared the daylights out of a VIP during the night. the VIP tot he was a ghost as all he could see was white teeth and a red shirt.

PEOPLE! GUESS WHO XXXXX XXX is!!!! =)

blah.this paragraph is written to mourn for future billionaire's biology paper that was seriously and totally screwed.

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Haaaaa. Vann's gonna kick Alice's ass all da way to the moon. And back. But it's funny lol. EXCEPT FOR THE PART THAT I WAITRESS >:(  I shld be sitting at the VIP tables, sipping the champagne and tasting the foie gras! Why only win at blackjack?? Useless! HAHA! Matsujun hehhhhh? Haha.. I think alice is tryin to make a nickname for him. Mastsumoto Jun = Matsujun (short form by combining the first few syllabus of each word together.) This short form naming thingy is popular in Jap. To quote a more common example, Pocket Monsters = Pokemon. 

Last thing I have to say, Wedding your head lah. Lx's divine logic states that 80% of pretty guys are GAY. HAHAA! Where lx gets the numerical value from? She get from thin air. HAHAHAHAH! 

Half way watching Jotei lah. Awesome jdrama. Not draggy either. I hate draggy shows. This jdrama only 10 eps :D

Alice's challenge to me is to "write a short story, preferably explaining how elements and orbitals came abt. however, any chem law or term will do. =)) criteria: must be funny. tats all!"

I ACCEPT THE CHALLENGE! Dunno funny anot leh. I don't think so, sorry TT


THE EXCITING TALE OF ATOMS, NEUTRONS, PROTONS AND ELECTRONS

Once upon a time, got this guy called "atom". He very shuai so got a lot of fan girls and fan boys. He married the prettiest fangirls and called them "neutrons". Because Atom is bisexual, he also married the prettiest fan boys and called them "protons". Atom held the pretty protons and neutrons close to his heart. Although these pretty uke (the guy that got fucked) protons belong to the shuai ge Atom (the guy that fucks) love and adore their Atom-sama alot, they don't exactly believe in monogamy. Meaning that they don't limit themselves to shuai ge Atom-sama, they oso have sexual relations with others. Because they are really pretty, these pretty boy protons attract other shuai semes(the guy that fucks) called "electrons". These shuai electrons are so hooked by the protons' amazing physique and mind-blowing techniques that they are forever fixated on the protons, thus circulated around them. These shuai electrons then orbited around the pretty protons. These protons are very picky. They only allow the most shuai and most impressive sized penised electrons stay close to them. Thus these electrons are arranged in different layers of orbitals. The ones closest and most attracted by the protons aka the most shuai and impressive sized, form the first orbital, 1s. And it continues in ranking, 2p, 3s and so on. Atom wasn't really angry at his pretty protons. In fact, he was happier cos he now got more entertainment cos he is an unrepentent voyeur. Meaning that he like to see other people fuck and he is unashamed of it. The pretty female neutrons don't really care about this electrons cos they only care for their Atom-sama's happiness. Therefore if Atom is happy because of the addition of electrons into his household, so be it. 

However sometimes, the electrons in the outermost shell which receive least attraction from pretty boy protons felt unstable and grew frustrated of receiveing the least attention. So the electrons in the outermost shell are most likely out of all the other electrons to leave the orbital in searching of other atoms that could give them more attraction to make them feel more stable.
 
Sometimes when the most shuai ge Atom no. 1 met another most shuai ge Atom no. 2 that got shuai electrons that they themselves don't have enough of, most shuai ge Atom no. 1 would try to attract them into their incomplete orbital. On the other hand, most shuai ge no. 2 has too much seme electrons and feels unstable cos he wants to assess the fact that he is No. 1 fucker in his household and no one can compete against him. So, most shuai ge no. 2 gives out the seme electron to most shuai ge no. 1. Therefore with a complete orbital of electrons, the protons are very happy and thus the atom feels happy and stable too!  This arrangement is called formation of a ion. The atom that receives electrons is called an anion. The atom that gives away electrons is called a cation. 

Sometimes when the most shuai ge Atom no. 1 met another most shuai ge Atom no. 2, they both want some of each other's shuai electrons to make themselves stable. Therefore they decide to share the electrons that they both want. Thus forming a covalent molecule. Therefore with a complete orbital of electrons, the protons of both atoms are very happy and thus the whole molecule feels happy and stable too! 

And they all live happily ever after. YAYS :D   

-THE END-

Shit la, now I no mood mug anymore :(