More Ramblings.

At the risk of sounding like a total loser and a mangler of the English language...

Today was also fun.

No, don't kill me, please.

Firstly, today I went to Yen Ter's house at 7am (!) to play Mass Effect 2. And to transfer movies. I passed him 6 movies and he passed me ME2, so I should think that's a fair deal.

Then was Moor House Drama Feste meeting. You understand that I have to keep it hush-hush, since, you know, it's top-secret and all.

After that was rations buying. Very epic, since I was the only one from my patrol, so I had to solo the whole lump of rations from NTUC all the way home.

It's good that we only managed to spend less than $40, though. I was expecting a lot more. Well, admittedly that was because I chopped down our rations to about two-thirds of what it was, but nutritional value is still good. Or adequate, at the very least.

I'm now attempting to install ME2 on my com. Hopefully it doesn't screw up like Dragon Age did on Rui Liang's and Yen Ter's coms... I'll keep you updated.

Oh, and by the way...

AARGH! All the stuff I have to do by tomorrow!

1. English social issues speech
2. SS essay
3. History essay
4. Update rations list
Ummm... that's about it, I hope.

I hope.

Ramblings.

Today was fun.

Wow. You know I've sunk to such a level when I have to start a blog post with such a stupid and mundane sentence as that. Whatever. At least while writing THIS sentence, I've thought of some things to write about. What irony.

First. I saw Ryan and Richmond today after act, and me and Yang spent ~20 minutes (!) swapping war (read: CCA) stories with them. Very interesting.

Oh, and I was telling Jason and Lu Chen horror stories about Dwarf Fortress on the way to the J8 bus stop. Well, they were laughing, so I guess 'horror' isn't the best word...

(By the way, Lu, I TOLD you to remind me to give you your cert. Fail.)

BTW, Dragon Age playthrough 2's at the final battle, so I'll be starting the 3rd run soon, complete with blog annotations. And screenshots. How exciting!

That goes double for other potential players, however. Yen Ter, Yi Hua, I'm looking at you.

On a side note, PirateBay is down. Damn.

Gah. Must remember to print rations list for me and Boon King to buy tomorrow. And to call Yen Ter to ask what movies he wants. Lots of stuff to do before First Class.

Lucky there's STD tomorrow, huh?

The Internet Is A Scary Place.

Hello, world. Mister Kink is now a Venture. *yay!*

Overnight was fun. Pity I missed the quail-slaying, though, since I had to go see a doctor, and cut my hair, and dump my schoolbag at home, and... yeah. you get the picture.

But it would have been so ridiculously awesome to stand there with a quail body in one hand, blood spurting out of its artery, and its torn-off head in the other, and stand in the middle of that forest clearing and yell "BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD! SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE!"

Memes are awesome, huh?

In other news...

So I was browsing through my bookmarked sites this afternoon, and I nearly (I kid you not) pissed my pants. An announcement so bloody awesome, to make me almost piss my pants. Yeah. It was a link. And that link was...

This.

HOLY SHIT. HOLY HOLY HOLY SHIT. THIS CANNOT BE HAPPENING. OH. MY. GOD.

Damn.

FIRE!

Overnight's coming up, and I'm kind of psyched. Kind of. Sort of. You get the picture.

On the one hand, it means backwoods, which means interacting with the local wildlife, lalaing around with people you know, finally getting the chance to do that tribal dance I've always dreamed of...

On the other hand, it means backwoods, which means swarms of vicious insects out for your blood, sleeping with the threat of waking up with a spider on your face, having to stumble around in the dark...

Um. Yeah.

You know, come to think of it, those two sentences do sound like a pretty accurate description of the moon Pandora from Avatar. What a coincidence!

Anyway, I'm off to shower (no, no record-setting this time, I don't want to have any accidents), and then pack for the aforementioned Overnight.

Which reminds me. I need to remind myself to remind myself to bring those 20 thumbsticks for tomorrow. Or lots of people are going to kill me. Heh heh.

RECORD!

Today, Mister Kink is a very happy man.

Boy. Guy. Whatever.

Anyway, what I was going to say was this:

HAHAA! I have a new personal best timing for showering!

Yes, you heard that right! 4.50 for me to take a complete shower (yes, with soap and all, you disgusting little bugger), towel myself dry, and change into clean clothes! That's 4 seconds faster than my previous timing!

That'll be 4.54, for those who can't be bothered to count. Pure win. And my next target is 4.45. I'll keep you updated, don't worry.

Now, on to other news...

I need a freaking to-do list. In this blog, if possible, so I can be reminded of what I do whenever I post. Cunning, eh?

Oh, and if anyone's interested, I am setting up a Dwarf Fortress succession game. Contact me for more details, of you're interested. Stay tuned for updates!

So, How Rich Are YOUR Relatives?

Chinese New Year is coming. As of the time I write this: In 3.20 hours. Unless you take the China time as the 'official' start, though. Pity we can't stay up and do all that stuff we do for the normal new year, huh?

For all you non-Chinese out there: Enjoy your holiday! Read that book that you've always wanted to read, go out and really LAN without having to worry about tomorrow's homework, enjoy life!

For the rest, I have only one sentence of advice: Tomorrow, go out there, and make some money.

Happy Hunting.

On The Universe.

All of us are names on the slate of existence, fated to be written into the book of the universe after its end. Everything that is has a reason, but what that reason is will only be known by its reader.

Everything is connected; nothing means anything on its own. We are a group of cells that decided that they would be better off together than on their own, and so they did. They multiply, they grow, and then, eventually, they wither. In between is a tangle of electric pulses that flash in a random order to simulate life.

This has a reason.

Knowledge is the enhancement of consciousness. The sum total of all knowledge that exists is the highest attainable consciousness. Nothing knows everything, except for the reader. At the end of the universe, consciousness will have reached its peak, and any unattained knowledge will cease. This holds true for all points of what we pretend to think of as time: Knowledge (and therefore consciousness) does not exist until it is attained.

This, too, has a reason.

Who writes the book? If the writer decides to rewrite our lives, who are we to stop him? What happens to the people whom he erases? Does anyone have a say in the text of his life? Does meaning have meaning if it is dictated? If the writer edits, what does the reader see? Why does the book exist?

Does this have a reason?

Apologeese.

Firstly - nothing to do with a) flightless poultry, b) a certain math teacher, or c) gravitational force. Just liked the name, is all.

On, then. Number One: all my loyal fans.

*beat*

I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I'LL NEVER LEAVE THIS SITE TO ROT FOR MORE THAN 48 HOURS AGAIN! HOW CAN YOU EVEEER FORGEEVE MEEE?!

Ahem.

Number Two: Rui Liang. Yeah, names don't bother me here.

Yes, I get what you're trying to say. No, I shouldn't have walked away. Yes, I get what you're trying to say again. No, I don't think you realized the exact sequence of events what happened. Yes, I freaking get what you are trying to say. No, it wasn't on purpose. YES, I GE-

See what I'm getting at there?

Number Three: Thinkquest peeps.

Look, I gave up Writer's Programme last year for Thinkquest, okay? Now this year I want to do something constructive with my life. Instead of, y'know, other people's lives. Really nothing I can do.

That about sums it up for this round, I guess. Tune in next time, or something.

Here We Go Again.

So. Wheel of Time readthrough (or Let's Read, if you will). Let's start, shall we?

The backstory: This insane dude wanders through a mansion full of people that he killed, not even realizing the carnage. (He's the greatest hero in history, to give you an idea of how screwed this universe is.) An obviously evil guy comes up to him and grants him temporary sanity, after getting pissed off at the fact that he keeps on bugging his dead wife to get up and serve drinks. The dude (Lews Therin Telamon, for reference) starts screaming.

...and we cut to a guy called Rand al'Thor walking along the countryside with his father Tam, going to this town called Emond's Field. Well, trudging is a better word, since there's kind of a blizzard going on, but whatever. So far so good, but Rand gets as creeped out as f*** when he sees a dude in a black cloak on a black horse looking at him. His dad doesn't see it, hilariously.

So they enter the town (more of a village, really), and Rand starts hanging out with Mat Cauthon, one of his buddies. They talk cock for a while, then Mat mentions that he saw the black guy as well. The plot thickens. Oh, and we get introduced to Egwene al'Vere, Rand's Official Love Interest #1.

Lots of rumours in the town, including that some dude in some far-off place has declared himself the reincarnation of Lews Therin, or The Dragon for short. As The Dragon has been prophesied to be the one to destroy the world, this is a Bad Thing. Oh, and lots of strangers coming in for the town annual Spring Festival, Bel Tine. Yippee-do-ray.

Okay, that about wraps up Eye of th World, Chapters 1-2, as well as the Prologue. Do comment on my style, and suggest improvements. Thanks.

Of Matters Grammatical.

Hmmm. Lots of stuff to write over the next few days (or at least the weekend, I guess). Getting started on CRP (more on that later), the three 'articles' for Writer's Program (also later), and the CIP proposal for 01 (guess where I'm gonna elaborate, go on...).

CRP. If I haven't told you yet in an euphoric fit, I have convinced Ms Else Chew to let me do a comparative essay between Catch-22 and The Longshoreman of the Apocalypse. Read the links and you'll see why I'm so excited.

Yeah, a CRP essay with a freaking webcomic. It doesn't get any better than this.

Writer's Program. The thing I regretted missing the most during last year's Thinkquest, conveniently in the same timeslot. Touche. Well, I'm back, and they have asked me to make a portfolio of three creative works by next Thursday, and get it signed by my English teacher.

Altogether, now: Dun Dun DUUUNHH!!!

Well, it's not that bad, admittedly. Lots of ideas in my head right now, including a bedtime horror story and a jailbreak syndicate. Yes, I know, my imagination's screwed up.

CIP Proposal. I've already touched on this. What I need to do: change dates, chase people for stuff, and get a roster up. Simple enough, but with things like these there's always a catch. Now I just need to figure out what it is...

By the way, first Wheel of Time post going up tomorrow. Be prepared.

The Update.

So I got gibbed today by Mr. Yuen.

Well, not literally, of course, but when he was sitting there shouting at me I felt like there was a hole in my chest that was spewing out improbable amounts of blood, as well as some fragments of internal organs. Morbid.

'twas an interesting sight to imagine, though; I've never tried to picture a hole in my chest before. And I guess my imagination is much more vivid than Yiming's; he called it 'getting my throat slit'. Goes to show, huh?

Yeah, So We're going to reboot the whole specs collection thing. Hope we can get it right this time.

Anyway, on to more trivial matters. My dog ran through my house the other night and made off with 10 pineapple tarts, the little bastard. Freaking kill-stealer, and the worst part is that I can't steal HIS food in return. Why, the cunning little...

And then there are the two ongoing things I want to work on with this blog. One: a Wheel of Time walkthrough (gasp!). Yeah, I'm going to be commenting on The Wheel of Time series by Robert Jordan, as I read through it for the second time. Expect Snark. With a capital S.

Second is a Dragon Age: Origins playthrough. Can't say much about this, since I haven't finished my second one yet, but Once I finish this one, rest assured i will be trying it again, on Nightmare difficulty. Heh heh heh.

...For Good This Time, Ya Hear?!

Okay, I swear: No internet for a freaking week is about as fun as a fish massage with piranha.

...no, I've never tried one. Why do you ask?

But I wanted to say something. Ah yes. My resolution to not leave more than 48 hours between posts, made less than 48 hours before my ill-fates disconnection. Great job, Murphy. Mum would have been proud.

Never mind that, though. Lotsa work to be done. The announcement slip (sent at time of writing, though), finding the RJC double headed eagle logo (don't ask), and sending Hubert a draft of my seal of approval.

Yes, WORK. Happy?

No, I've lotsa other stuff, don't you worry, okay?