Fangirl Overdrive

We got the lolipop stick at the least :/


Saki + Claire + LM.C = weabooing and enthusiastic fangirls in overdrive ^^


<3 I ACTUALLY TOUCHED MAYA-SAMA <3
A fanboy by any other name is a fangirl at heart~

Performers:
2 random emcees
Tenko performers
Really tall gurls in skimpy clothes of sponsors in a desperate attempt to advertise their god-awful fashion to us
SuG
F.Cuz
Afterschool
Tall bra-gurls again
LM.C <3<3<3<3<3<3<3

The whole day was way too overwhelming to be put into words. Let's leave it at that.

Whoever wants the videos of any of the performing bands, just ask.

Koreans are heavy on their basses. REAL heavy.

Espresso with Häagen-Dazs is a potent concoction.

G'day.

Herp Derp

I punched a wall today. The wall did not give way, but I persisted. Ultimately, I failed, but I reasoned, the way only I could, that I somehow managed to win.

G'day.

TH12.8 is like sex on bread

Once upon a time, in a time long from our civilized age, there lived a group of people in a small town called Freedomland. They are in a state of perpetual ignorance but they didn’t know it. Deprived of knowledge, they lived life as carefree creatures, free from the dark grasp of corporate corruption and inefficiency.

On a clear, Friday night, the town council minister died of natural causes. A bungee boss was sent from a nearby town called Marketingland. He preached in his dogmatic and enlightening tone the importance of synergizing corridors to maximize output and attack core stratagems in the minimum frame of time. Soon, with his magical brainwashing powers, the helpless townsfolk of Freedomland had their ignorance morphed into something far more sinister: informed ignorance. In a few days, uninformed decisions were made, visual charts were drawn, and Freedomland burnt in the depths of hell.

Sequel: The Indian God of Awakening visited the townsfolk of Freedomland and granted them the demons of apathy, cynicism and sarcasm.

The end.

And G'day.

Wombathi

I'm writing this while formulating ways to kill off our chinese culture teacher.
It's ironic, cos I'm writing this in Chinese Culture class.
Surprised?
Malfeasance in Chinese Culture is apparently acceptable.
*Define malfeasance*
Mmmmm...like blogging in Chinese culture class?
Or taradiddling in Chinese culture class about our teachers' face?

*We interrupt as something exciting is happening. Some Chinese student stopped talking! Clap. Some Chinese student started talking! Clap.*

Our CC teacher also happened to know what's 'wombathi'. Get out the rozeners and whiskeys, uncork the champagnes; humanity still have hope in the form of Tamil words that sound funneh.

Anyways, if multi-level marketing is a crime, why isn't being a consultant a crime too?
Both suck up money faster than white-collared young guys having sex in their cubicles, or tort lawyers sniffing out their big paycheck in the form of gullible rednecks.


G'day.

Reiteration

BRS OVA. Nuff said.

Renai Circulation~

Novelties nearly always work. Don't castle, and play Nxb5, followed by Bh6 in Dragon!

G'day.

Absconder of Fate

Okay, since my self-esteem is so low...it's time to mock something.

Yer know, some teachers really like kyoodling. It's a wonder if some of 'em have any social life at all. I recommend the following treatments and remedies, to prevent them from becoming pyretic in their small cubicles-apartment thingies:
1)Read Dilbert and learn something from it.
2)Bloghop.
3)Make a blog.
4)Realize that Facebook is NOT your social life.
5)Find a social life.
6)Students are NOT your social circle.
7)Improve in various departments. Improvements are ALWAYS welcomed.


Argh. Khatib YGO tourney fail today. No Brionac to save my sorry ass when JD's gonna mill me out. T.T What a waste of $5. Dominic lost like a spectacular fireworks dying out. And Chickenoodles was just WTF.

For those who bothers:
Summer anime ranking:
1. K-ON!!
2. Durarara!!
3. Working!!
4. Heartcatch Precure!
5. Ookiku Furikabutte
6. Giant Killing
7. Katanagatari
8. B-Gata H-Kei
9. Yojouhan shinwa taikei
10. Kaichou ha Meido-sama!

Noticed something?
Angel beats isn't, ISN'T up there.
Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.

Homemade teriyaki sauces are never homemade. Cafe Galilee @ Jurong East need to know that. Their 'promotion' Teriyaki chicken taste like dead Mudkipz.

Friday was a complete fiasco. A supposedly winning Ruy Lopez with Way turned into epic failure when his rook crossed my second rank, thus completely locking down my pawns and kingside with its deadly, genocidal lazer. FML. Also, never proclaim victory prematurely before you win. You will always end up drawing/losing. And whatever you do, never hope for a victory. Murphy's Law lurks.


G'day.

Travolta

It rained. Too much rain is in no ways beneficial to a fragile sunflower.

(Ever wonder if Sunflowers have a scent?)

My army of Post-its got drenched. Everyone in class is feeling suicidal/crazy/mindless. Rain can apparently wash away the colours of the world. (But not MG pens and markers. HA)

*Fast forwarded to *censored* class*
Apparently, our dear whats-her-name is, like almost all other *censored* teacher, the stereotypical chosen ONE that just have to teach us. Maybe the school should revise their hiring choices. Remember what happened in year 1, when Ms. Something-or-another brought down the wrath of random mood-swings on us? Remind me again; *censored* classes are supposed to be fun. Well *censored* isn't. It's a complete waste of time. From here, we know that:
-*censored* class teachers are hired based on a desperate measure. (mostly.)
-Thus resulting in drop of quality.
-Teaching workshops never work. Individualism should be encouraged.
-Pathetic jabs at teaching are NOT teaching. It is a non-effective transfer of information.

English was boring. The comprehension test is funneh. Yes, to all the Emo-ers out there: Emo culture is just a ridiculous front that masks weaknesses and excuses weaknesses.

After a quick lunch, I marched my troops across the perilous grounds of the black-and-white squares with Phyllis and Yan Hao. The all-rounded Sicilian Dragon was broken when adjutant-in-command AKA annoying Seet made snide comments beside me, forcing me to yield to violence in order to regain concentration.

Afterwards, I became a integral part of the Internet...for 2 hours. Sensory-deprivation cubicle=my room.

90% of happiness is picking the right ethicist.

G'day.