Visage

I never noticed that there was a pillar on a sort of seculded path from the entrance of the student service’s centre…. i need to check it out…. i’ll do it on monday. There is something about that pillar that bothers me…. there is something more than meets the eye.

Though i do not really want to admit it, my primary class is… berserker…. I don’t really have the aptitude to be an elementalist….

This is soo…. not good…. Aeries will not… be pleased…. %!@#

eatmymccrap

Good news and bad news… well, good news for the most part. FINALLY!! My campus is having a starbucks, and we’re also having a Tim Hortons! YES!!! Now, we just need a Macdonalds…. but maybe one step at a time… They moved the bus stop so… i was pretty confused, and so was the bus drivers…. i missed my bus because the bus driver drove to old stop, where all the students were waiting at the new stop…. well, waited another 1/2 hr for the next one, too bad… sheesh.

I found out, that in RF, you don’t really need to be a specific class to use the special skills of each class…. eg. i can be a warrior, and i can use a MAU in Bellato, but i cannot use the full skill tree of the driver class that the specialist becomes…. i can become a driver, if i pay 1,000 dalants to change class, IF i was another class…. oh, even if i change class, i wouldn’t be getting the discount that a true straight driver would get… so let’s recap, i first started out with a Bellato specialist, check, did a wrong move but deleting him and making a ranger… wrong move, now i switch back to specialist, that means i deleted my ranger, who was level 14…. WRONG MOVE…. but i guess this time i’ll stick to him…. now the question remains is about my last character… my Cora warrior… she’s stuck at level 13…. i have no clue on whether or not i’m going to use her at all…

Speaking of RF, i’ve decided to start up my own RF fic, and also one for Radiata stories…. well, i haven’t technically finished Radiata stories, but long did, and i can make up my own stuff…. it’s a fanfic after all….

I had more flashing lights for my experiment…. but instead of freebie credits…. i got $10…. well, it was worth while for an hour’s work….

i still haven’t gotten my mail ordered RF…. and training my soon-to-be summoner is tougher than anything i’ve faced…. fighting over fifty Ace level monsters to go up by five percent…damn, right? yeah…. i’m really missing Singapore’s food.

Drowning Urinals…. argh….

Fly by

So i forgot to blog, so what? It’s not as if anyone reads this crap…. ah well, today, i found out that my computer would go balistik if i try to set up a logon screen, well, it works now so nothing to it….

Alright, so i had a bunch of psychology experiments, which gives me an extra credit for every test i go through, and i think my maximum is four, but i get an extra credit for watching a video in class, since most people left the class after the exam without staying for the video, which i might add, is especially gross, since it was showing extremely skinny people, dunno what they call it. Anoerexia? or something… those people were HORRIBLE!!! they look worse than the wicked witch of the west, or east, whatever. I think people are crazy to try to starve themselves to slim down, what the FUCK are you people THINKING?! IF YOU’RE THINKING AT ALL!!

So today, i visited the experiment place, and i had to go through another bunch of flashing lights, which i had done for two previous tests. I swear, i’m going to have spasms… i’m already seeing flashing lights everywhere…. One of my test involved words, and also some flashing lights, but those were not suppose to be my concern. The other three, and most likely tomorrow’s test as well, the flashing lights WERE my concern…. well, the odd test was based on language in the english dictionary… how the hell am i suppose to know all of those freaking words in the english dictionary?! So anyway, it appears, that flashing lights would appear on either the right or left side of the screen, or not appear at all… i wish they would make up their minds already, left, right or freaking dead centre…. center, centre, whatever… so the flashing lights, which i did not notice at ALL, were suppose to distract the opposite side of my brain’s hemisphere, you know, if it flashes on the left, my right side would be distracted and vice versa…. it appears, that if no flashes are there, my reaction time is faster by about two hundred miliseconds…. is that alot? two hundred or was it eighty? forgot, they look so far apart…. it seems that if there are no flashes, my two hemispheres would be argueing with each other to see if the bunch of letters on the screen form a word, a pseudo words (those that LOOK like words but are not words at all, what the hell, they may come form another language! NOT FAIR!!!), and gibberish (eg. ashxcieufh, try to pronounce that), so they’re argueing, that means it takes longer for me to draw a final conclusion that if only one brain was thinking while the other was off chasing flashing lights… dumb dog. You know, i knew that i had brain elves in my head. They are the reason why i’m having constant headaches….

Anyway, today, i realized that my favourite urinal on the third floor of the Arts building (yes, i HAVE a favourite urinal, happy? Come on, it looks so appealing than the rest, which has chewing gum and what not.) was sort of clogged…. each time it flushed, it would drown itself in a mixture of my own excretion and water…. sounds gross? yeah, it is. But it was fun, and i drank a lot of 7-up today, so i went three times to visit my old friend, the urinal, who drowned himself in that holy greenish mixture three times in a row.

After class, and one more drowning urinal, i walked out of the building to see all of the buses already there, so i ran like mad to the bus stop, which they removed some time ago… that bothers me, cuz, if there isn’t any bus stop, then why do the buses even bother? Ah well, money, i guess. So there were two buses there at one time, both drivers out for a piss in drowning urinals. I didn’t know which one i had to take, one was “sorry, not in service”, and the other was shut down overall, going nowhere. Then came a third bus, and this one, if a double decker. For those who have not seen my campus, that road which we call a bus stop, is only two lanes, but amazingly, the third bus, the double decker, managed to squeeze itself inbetween the first two buses. Canadian drivers are truely amazing… So the bus i was going to take was the one being hidden from my view, the one which was out of service. So i got onto the bus and sat on my merry way, listening to a japanese singer, who is a girl and calls herself or band, tommyheaven6. They’re quite good, but this song was like… emo…. and it had a melodramatic guitar to accompany it as well…. sheesh…. and worse still, she tries to sing english ,but can’t…. what the hell.

Speaking of english, i learned that most of our humourous jokes is most of the time being aggressive to another person. Insulting someone, or something, generates humour, we humans are sadistic and sick, yeah, like dorwning urinals.

So managed to catch the change of bus at the bus interchange, which is at the mall. I alighted number 8 which is my university bus, and got onto the one which would bring me straight back home, number 10. the driver was eating something from a yellow bowl, so he won’t be moving for some time… har har. I sat next to a bunch of dirt, no kidding. It was a bunch of dirt on the seat next to me, and on the floor was a free, melted and almost finished slurpee. Coke flavour, i think… looked brown, or it could be shit. It wasn’t smelly, so coke was my assumption, but you’de never know. There are silent but deadly farts and noisy ones that smell like your everyday air fresheners.

As the bus went along, an extremely ugly woman stepped off. She looked to be in her twenties. Sky blue blouse with a long black skirt, but i wasn’t really paying attention, yea right. My peripheral vision got enhanced by those flashing lights, happy? Anyway, i don’t know if she was trying to compensate with even uglier pigtails, which she may see as cute, but her face… HOLY SHIT!!! it was worse than the surface of the moon and mars combined! It was a freaking minefield! GROUND ZERO!!!

As the wheels on the bus turned round and round, we stopped outside the golfcourse, which also had the cemetary. There was this HUGE sign, about the construction of a memorial park cemetary… was there a war that i missed? WHAT THE HELL DO YOU NEED A MEMORIAL FOR??! AND IT WAS FREAKING SHAPED LIKE A SACRIFICIAL CIRCLE USED BY THE ANCIENT PAGAN SAXONS!!! ENCIRCLED BY STONEHENDGE ITSELF!!! NO KIDDING!! A cemetary is good enough, don’t you think? Which made me think of being buried alive… people always had that fear and people started inventing new ideas, like a bell attached to the finger. If the person was alive, they would ring the bell and people would come running to dig up the body. Of course, that would scare the shit out of everyone at first, before any digging would be done. Oh yeah, on that giant board, was the words in LARGE letters “We Are Community”…… wait a minute, let’s back track for a moment…. this IS canada, right? you know, ENGLISH is the first language… am i being critical, or is GRAMMATICALY WRONG! And here i thought that Singapore’s english was bad…. sheesh…. what, W.A.C for short? WAC YOUR HEAD, AH, THEN YOU KNOW!

Speaking of Singapore, i was hoping to get back soon and stuff myself like mad…. I WANT TO GO HOME!!!!

Drowning urinals.

Blarghering

Woah, totally woah today…. okay, first, i was playing RF online, lvling up my chars, which i might add are FREAKING difficult, compared to other games, i mean, come on! the only way to lvl up is through fighting non-stop. Other games have quest to boost up xp! Second, the skill tree are sooo hard to understand, i don’t have any skills past the first bunch. I can’t even dance! I mean, in other MMORPGs, i can just type ‘/dance’, or ‘/sit’, and my char will do that action, but this one? Noooo…. well, whatever, it looks cool.

So the cool stuff have prices that are affordable by Kings, but i have other complaints… the month by month payment…. Speaking of MMORPGs, my sister played GuildWars and didn’t tell me… where did our sibling trust go? …. down a drain, i suppose. So anyway, i was playing, and i was late for the bus. Crap, i went into the 7-11 at my house and drew $40 bucks, called a cab and took it all the way to school. It gave me an hour of free time…. if i took the bus, i would be right on time. So i arrived early, and the classroom wasn’t open yet, so i took some coins and went to the vending machine and got a pepsi and a packet of hickory sticks… wonder what the hell is that? Hikory sounds nice, like BBQ, but BBQ can mean ‘Buy Butt Questions’, no clue where that came from.

As i waited with my ‘lunch’, an extremely fat woman came out of the elevator. First thing on mind, ‘roli poli’. Second, bloody muther f, how did she get on board that crate anyhow? She was like, larger than a car. Bolwing ball…. i bet i can find three holes on her back to place my fingers in to bowl her into a couple of sticks. Anyway, that got me thinking… why are women in Kelowna fatter than the men?? It’s like… i’m in an alternate universe or something. Then came along a bunch of other fat women to further solidify my theory. Next, came a woman who had an enormous hair do. I mean, it occupied a good 70% of her head. No kidding, really.

You know, each day i can get distracted by millions of things and think of that same amount of things into wierd philosophical shit…. well, it is nice shit. But i can only remember a handful when i get back.

So for class, we were talking about… lifespan development? Boring stuff, but some parts are interesting. I now know that Freud is a pervert. He thinks 3-5 yr olds musterbate… sicko….

So we got onto parents and stuff… it made me miss my parents by a HUGE bit. What a contrary sentence… HUGE bit. Oh, i found that i have extremely LOW empathy… that does not make me a cold heart bastard, though it may sound like it…. i just cry a lot less than others and i am more rational… i’m only trying to make myself sound pretty…

So after class, i sort of made friends with a new girl in the class. She’s from India and her name is… forgot… I was never good with names to begin with. So we talked and stuff, nothing big… So i headed to EB to look for my long awaited Valkyrie Profile, but ALAS! I was too late. Here’s the story. Yesturday, the delivery guy was late, he only arrived at 4pm. That being said, he only gave them 3 copies… now this jackass of a customer, came strolling in and bought 2! What the hell! As if one isn’t enough! What the bloody hell do you need TWO for?!?!?!?!?! Give one to his friend? FUCK YOU! Ask your fucking friend or sibling to go buy on their own! BLOODY HELL!!! I WAITED A WHOLE MONTH FOR THAT GAME!!!…. Feel the thunder cloud burning over my head… grrr…. these bastards should die, all of them.

Anyway, i went home, and decided to skip going to Ozeki for my dinner. I had decided that every mon and thur, after class i would go to Ozeki’s for dinner. But tonight, there was a program on dsicovery about Singapore… Saying how Singapore has the best underground train system in the world. You know, i am kind of proud of that, but… BLOODY HELL!!! Out of ALL of the things Singapore is good for, like the multi racial community, the mixed up language, our SUPREMELY DELICIOUS food and stuff, they had to film the underground… duh… so they went on about all sorts of shit, then they did the unimaginable… they switched their focus to Amsterdam, who is also building underground…. FUCK YOU!!! If you want to make a documentary on Singapore, then BLOODY HELL KEEP IT TO SINGAPORE!!!….

I’m being bloodied up by a bunch of dinosaurs in RF… i think i need to focus…

Regen

Today was…. UNBELIEVABLE…. a word for all readers, if any, is that anything i write in my post, STAYS with my post. If my parents ever get wind of what i write, the next thing i’ll be writing is the name of my killer with my own blood, strip myself naked and into the form of that weird octopus guy in Da Vinci’s drawings… Anyway, so i walked, no i ran actually, to EB to buy Valkyrie Profile, but HAIL AND BEHOLD, EB had yet to recieve their shipment of Valkyrie Profile for the PSP. Strange that the UPS guy can suddenly ‘disappear’. Apparently, the other branch in Kelowna had recieved it, yet the one in the fucking large mall failed to get any! WTF.

So i was standing around in the EB in the freaking large mall, which had a totally weird blow out sale, where they display everything they have out in the middle of the freaking walkway. Pink frilly shits everywhere, sheesh, give me some room, goddammit. Anyway, i was standing around in EB, watching a couple of commercials for the new Xbox 360 games, which i might add are FREAKING expensive, $10 more for each game?? WTF. If i wanted to buy an Xbox 360 with at least 4 games, i would have to spend $1000, and this isn’t in coffetti notes, nooo, this is calculted in Canadian dollars, and no tax added, yet. So i was watching these infomercials, as i think they are called, and i stumbled across something extraordinary in the PC games department, which is two seconds away from the cashier and entrance, and it comprises of a tenth of the entire shop, which i might add, is not a lot, about the size of my bathroom. I bent down to rest my knees and look cool doing it, and i stumbled upon RF online! Hot damn! I mail ordered one like two weeks ago, and NOTHING came to my door…. freaking mail services in Canada are TOO FREAKING RELAXED. So against my better judgement, like always, i bought it, together with SpellForce 2 and Radiata Stories for ps2… total price, $123… yesturday was $122… ah well, nothing’s perfect. I spent $308 for my mom’s credit card bill so i’m getting reinburst, i hope… Anyway, since i bought this RF online from the store, the one that arrives at my door will be passed to Long, i don’t care if he doesn’t want it. Just shove it his way and maybe suggest to use it as a decorative piece.

Met… whoever she was, on the way back. Don’t know her name, but i know she’s from India… her accent is rather thick.

Failish

Woah, i just cannot get my hands off the fics… My Suikoden fic has extended to Tactics and V as well… Well, i really wanted to write a fic on V’s hero and Miakis, but Miakis is like… six years older… Well, Chris is seven years older than Hugo… Anyway, my Onimusha fic is SOOO not going… On other stuff, i have continued my Gundam fic, which i had stopped after a major writer’s block. I’ve been threatened by a 15 yr old kid to make a sequel for my StarOcean fic. Sure, i like having fans, but this guy reviewed, and wrote me a personal email. Guess what, every single word in his review AND his email were all in CAPITAL LETTERS. Now, he didn’t sound so dangerous, but it was more than enough to kick my hiney into high gear. I think my fics are going to rated M soon… i explore the extremes of straight romance…. I think i went too far though… ah well, too bad.

Drift

It’s been too bloody long since i left a single note. Aha, maybe i’m really not too used to blogging. Ah well, not much has happened…. Oh, what the F, hell has been released, the Devil stole a cookie from an arse, a meteorite has crashed landed on the Queen and served her tea, Earl grey, no milk with three lumps of sugar. You get my drift. As i’m writing this, i’m listening to a song from “The Fast and The Furious: Tokyo Drift”. It sounds so cheesy that it’s cool…. yeah, you heard me right… Cheesy and cool. So i flunked really hard at my exams… i have no clue that i would do that badly. I thought i would at least get… a pass? Well, too late, no use crying over spilt crying milk… Milk that cries, cool. Anyway, so now i’m officially 18. But nothing’s new. I do not feel anything different, maybe the slight urge to run off to the nearest “House of Knives” to buy myself a real Katana and start a rampage of mass murders in the streets. Yeah right i would do that, but i really like to swing a Katana to vent my anger. A bow and arrow set would be nice as well, speaking of which, i saw that Canadian Tire sells bows and real arrows, cool. They also sell air guns, AWESOME.

Their archery section was about the size of my head, really. It was shot off in one corner and the box holding the bow was even broken. DAMN THEM. I would have taken that bow and notch five arrows at once and fire it at those monotonous freaks at the cashiers.

Tomorrow i’m heading off to EB again. Valkyrie Profile Lenneth is coming out for the PSP. I miscalculated when i was looking at the dates on the website and i went in today, walking out with three ps2 games and a new psp game. Talk about obsessive.

Hey, guess how i spent my bday! I woke up about eight in the morning after watching “late night movies”, don’t blame me, my eyes wouldn’t close. So i sat in front of my computer, and just stared…. yes, stared. After that, i went to do my laundry, skipped breakfast and lunch. Dinner, i made my own dinner and sat there, eating ice-cream and drinking sparkling grape juice in front of my computer. Now talk about boredom. I mean, no one is Kelowna anymore! Everyone’s gone home! If only Leslie didn’t go back to Korea, but she deserves the trip back home… ah well, boredom…. Hey, check out my cool new professional DJ headphones! Awesome shit that cost a bomb. Heck knows why i bought it in Vancouver, together with about a total number of comic books that if stacked on each other, would be as tall as me. You know, i just remembered that my Bday is totally surrounded by other people’s bdays. Let’s recap….

-14th July, Ming Jen (heck, i don’t bother to spell his name right)

-15th July, My Bday, Jefferson’s Bday (he only remembered when i wished him a happy bday online), Annie (with an ‘e’ or no?) and, believe it or not, the freaking SULTAN OF BRUNEI (Woei told me)

-16th July, Darryll’s Bday (i wished him a happy bday through Danika, though i think she’s still furious at me for not giving her those burnt discs.)

-17th July, Auntie Jo’s Bday (made a wonky video for her…)

-8th July, Elaine’s Bday

You know, god knows why i remembered Elaine’s bday, but it is exactly one week before mine. I wrote her an email, expressing how much time i wasted on chasing her… three years to be exact. Well not that she noticed. Who cares. I’ve decided, off women till i start rotting. Maybe not that far, but sure. Anyway, she told me that if i ever get back, i should buy her a ring and we could get together for, what, lunch? F no, i’ll tell her what, i’ll buy her lunch and dump a present in her food…. that kinda sounds nice, not mean… dammit.

Okay, not that i’m complaining or anything, but i’m now officially an uncle. Daphane had to just go off and get preggers…. i got that from the star wars spoof. I feel old now, like i need a walking stick already. Hey, i would fit right in here in Kelowna. Filled with old people that won’t die since i hardly see any cemetaries. Hey, wait a minute, there was one next to the golf course… oh, i see.

Today, we went to eat sushi for dinner at our o’ so favourite Ozeki… wonder why they call it that. We missed the bus had to walk back. Long opted for taking a “short cut” through the sports field. Well, what we didn’t know was that the local football team was practicing there. The field was occupied by the american football team, and the lacross team. Either we get pummeled by raging behemoths who smell like rotting corpses, or get swatted by fly nets… hmm… tough choice, i’d go with the raging behemoths. At least i can see them when they come, and at least i go down crashing.

So much to wirite and so little time. Ah well, i guess that’s most of it. Maybe i’ll try to remember to write, or if not, just hope i get angered enough to smash my head.