tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36501832011-04-21T19:38:31.534-04:00GET ME OUTTA HEREThe hell you want to know about me, anyway? You could be a creepy stalker or psychopath for all I know. Seriously. Go away. You're scaring me.
Sheesh, fine. My name's Maxwell Lim, I'm a cynical 17-year-old evil social misfit, and I'm a Chinese guy from Singapore attending college in Canada. Happy now?
Oh, and I hate you too.Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comBlogger991100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1143015980438765502006-03-22T03:24:00.000-05:002006-03-22T03:26:20.450-05:00I just realized the other day that I look uncannily like the V for Vendetta guy.Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1142580674981782152006-03-17T02:30:00.000-05:002006-03-17T02:31:14.990-05:00hormones make you feel stupid, sometimes.Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1142568630088104102006-03-16T23:10:00.000-05:002006-03-17T00:15:18.836-05:00i hate to be so goddamn angsty, but i hate myself.mostly, i hate myself for not being able to hate others. or just not having the reason to. or, fuck that, just generally being goddamn unlucky.skjdhgksfskhkshfakshfjExhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1141026249596518062006-02-27T02:43:00.000-05:002006-02-27T02:44:09.610-05:00'I don't deserve this' is the best ambiguous statement ever.Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1139556646038934562006-02-10T02:29:00.000-05:002006-02-10T02:30:46.050-05:00I love being an introvert living alone in some god-forsaken arctic wasteland.It just means there's less teenage-angst shit I need to put up with/through.Gets lonely sometimes, but hey.Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1138643840783500702006-01-30T12:55:00.000-05:002006-01-30T12:57:20.796-05:00If anyone still reads this anymore:I'm not dead.So stop calling the coroners already.Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1136123637236494952006-01-01T08:53:00.000-05:002006-01-01T08:53:57.246-05:00IT IS A NEW YEARAND I HAVE A FUCKING HIGH FEVERSO SCREW YOU ALL, I'M GOING BACK TO SLEEPExhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1135926251880633092005-12-30T02:02:00.000-05:002005-12-30T02:04:11.890-05:00Read this. I don't care if it takes you all day. Read it.Then be fucking thankful that your life, screwed up as it may be, is still to be envied by more than 80% of the world.Nothing more to say here. I'm just depressed and I shouldn't really be paging through stuff like this on wikipedia at this hour.Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1135214459331737292005-12-21T20:14:00.000-05:002005-12-21T20:21:08.680-05:00But can video games serve as an acceptable substitute for a social life?Fuck yeah.Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1134703763062933052005-12-15T21:59:00.000-05:002005-12-15T22:29:23.073-05:00Whoopee for abnormal sleep patterns and getting dog tired at five in the afternoon. By all respects, this shouldn't be happening at all. I guess it's because the weather is too goddamn cold - at this rate, I'm going to curl up in torpor and go into hibernation or something. And I nearly got frozen in a snowdrift while venturing through five inches of slush to go get groceries, too. This country Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1134470037313211162005-12-13T05:07:00.000-05:002005-12-13T05:33:57.323-05:00well, linguistics wasn't _that_ bad.Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1134211442225185412005-12-10T05:42:00.000-05:002005-12-10T05:44:02.236-05:00oh god so lonely i've been in this bloody place for three months alreadyalso i have a final in three hoursand i'm trying to just fucking scrape through with an above-mediocre average so i can hopefully pull it up next termex, what the fuck have you been doingi mean jesus christ this is totally not like the fun or anything it was supposed to be likeoh god fuck this i'm going to studyExhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1133999656475020902005-12-07T18:28:00.000-05:002005-12-07T18:54:16.486-05:00Tempus fucking fugit, indeed. It's already finals season and I don't even know half of the shit I'm going to be tested on. I should actually go study or something.As usual, I wanted to write a really long post here but I'm putting off. Just check back later, like in a week or so. I know I'm a lazy bastard, but just bear with me, okay?Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1133351342805221352005-11-30T06:45:00.000-05:002005-11-30T06:49:02.816-05:00I'm still alive, in case anybody was wondering. Jesus. It's already time for finals and everything and I haven't done anything worthwhile that I really wanted to do here. Sigh. Oh well, at least I got time to play computer games and slack off.I'd blather on about gaming and other miscellaneous shit here, but I already have IRC. Internet isn't exactly a substitute for life, but it's pretty damn Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1131775865010801862005-11-12T01:07:00.000-05:002005-11-12T01:11:05.023-05:00I haven't blogged in a while. Mostly because nothing interesting has happened, and mostly because I've been playing computer games the whole day and yelling at people over the internet when I should be writing an essay. I should actually get started.Anyway, I've been trying to learn how to cook. For now, I can toss things into a pan and fry them without setting my clothes or hair on fire, and Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1130766525178537732005-10-31T08:03:00.000-05:002005-10-31T08:48:45.246-05:00I hate my biological clock. Going to sleep at 2 pm and waking up at 10 in the night is not exactly my idea of having a good time. At least wait until I have a good reason to stay awake staring at a computer screen in complete darkness to do this sort of shit to me, like the company of a pretty girl or something. Sheesh.Philosophy is scary, really. It's the reason why most people don't want to Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1130687489851067492005-10-30T10:49:00.000-05:002005-10-30T10:51:29.860-05:00Ugh. Five page long essay on free will is still due and I have to churn out something resembling philosophical verbose in two days. Add that to the fact that my biological clock has been insanely out of wack for the past two weeks or so and that I think I'm going to sleep in five minuoh god zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzExhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1130338003084265912005-10-26T08:51:00.000-04:002005-10-26T10:46:43.136-04:00You know what I really miss the most about Singapore? The ability to go out wearing a t-shirt and shorts and not freeze to death in roughly half a millisecond.Also, I love being independent. I live alone, I cook my own food, I do my own laundry, and the only responsibility I have in the meantime is to attend classes, do the work, and keep myself alive. Which means I can spend most of my days Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1130070020441073152005-10-23T08:19:00.000-04:002005-10-23T08:20:53.313-04:00NOTHING INTERESTING IS/HAS BEEN/WILL BE HAPPENING.YET, AT LEAST.Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1129562490079205092005-10-17T11:11:00.000-04:002005-10-17T11:21:30.086-04:00Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney is awesome. Get it if you have a Nintendo DS.Anyway, I have a philosophy essay to write in the next week (five pages, double-spaced, problem of evil re. existence/nonexistence of God as an all-knowing, all-powerful, all-just being) and someone to see over a transfer to the business commerce/faculty. Lord, I hope I don't have to re-take calculus and stats again. And I Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1129286363940860332005-10-14T06:37:00.000-04:002005-10-14T06:48:27.566-04:00Oh, dear lord god demiurge whoever the fuck is up there, please let this be the opportunity of a lifetime.also: what the fuck does a flat stand for. which fucking symbol is a tense alveopalatal unrounded affricate. jesus holy christ where the hell am i supposed to use a schwa in place of a normal vowel phonetic sound in transcription. diacritics, funny zeros under symbols and accent carets go Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1129071466079153022005-10-11T17:41:00.000-04:002005-10-11T18:57:46.126-04:00I'd apologise for not updating more regularly, but Windows fucking exploded on me for a week or so and I've mostly been busy screaming over the phone with the oh-so-helpful people at Dell Support. At least having nothing to do when I'm back in my room gets me to go out more often. There's a nice little hamlet ten minutes' walk away from campus packed with cool shops and stuff that at least gives Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1128235894428729852005-10-02T01:02:00.000-04:002005-10-02T02:55:25.843-04:00I haven't been updating in a while. Suffice to say that life here isn't anything beyond a specialised subset of boring; i.e it's kind of dull but I'm too preoccupied to actually care. Hooray for mindless self-indulgence.Anyway. Life's been pretty mundane as it is. Not much to say, 'cause, like, I'm a 16-year old guy living off-campus in a single-room basement apartment attending a university fullExhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1127953700856340842005-09-28T20:21:00.000-04:002005-09-28T23:53:42.490-04:00zzzzzzzzzz who still reads this thing anywaysbored. more concise update occuring some other time than now.Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1127703416577456862005-09-25T22:33:00.000-04:002005-09-25T22:56:56.583-04:00Internet seems to be working fine right now since I've installed some USB LAN hub device thingy that I can plug an additional cable into. Well, there were a few teething problems, but everything sorted itself out overnight so I guess it's still okay. Also, I finally had an excuse to head downtown - it's a pretty decent place. A bit run-down and old - think dusty shopping centre-ish old - but it Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1127512148773956202005-09-23T17:41:00.000-04:002005-09-23T17:49:08.780-04:00My laptop's LAN port has apparently exploded. So don't expect me on all the time as usual for a bit until I get out to Radio Shack to buy a USB LAN port thingy/send this piece of crap to the Dell service center to get it fixed after I finish yelling at the indian tech support guy on the phone/whatever. I'm currently leeching off someone's wireless connection, so it's okay for now. Also, Blogger Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1127001715923432222005-09-17T18:53:00.000-04:002005-09-17T20:01:55.930-04:00Oh, I suppose it'd be all fine and good to spend all my existence postulating about why we're here and whether god/or a pantheon of gods exists and stuff like that, but at the end of the day it's kind of pointless.* Really. We're here on this earth, we have things to do, and some of those things are more fun than deistic heuristics. That pretty much summarises it. At the end of the day, wonderingExhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1126839361612483052005-09-15T22:55:00.000-04:002005-09-15T22:56:01.616-04:00Best summary of Hurricane Katrina ever.Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1126661040643132122005-09-13T21:00:00.000-04:002005-09-13T21:24:00.650-04:00Sigh.I'm 16, attending university where everyone else is a stranger and 20-ish years old, living off-campus, and I don't know anybody here at all.I haven't seen a single person who looks remotely approachable, much less anyone who looks singaporean. And forget about people talking to me. Of course, half the time my problem also stems from the fact that I don't like to approach strangers and talk Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1126465535573632512005-09-11T15:04:00.000-04:002005-09-11T15:06:24.290-04:00[Exdeath] ...[Exdeath] I just bought three packs of toilet paper.[Exdeath] Their marketing slogan is 'Kitten soft'.[Exdeath] Now I'm having very weird mental images of what would happen if I tried to use kittens to wipe my ass.[Squizzle] It's the only way to test their claims.Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1126357648421315582005-09-10T08:46:00.000-04:002005-09-10T20:19:24.306-04:00You know.One of the most fun things you can ever do is play Battlefield 2 with internet friends using a nifty VoIP program like Ventrilo, so you can all squad it up and scream at each other while the enemy carpetbombs the shit out of your base and you can't decide who gets to drive the APC out of there. And other stuff. It's more fun than it sounds.Anyway, a few observations about squad combat:1.Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1126296355172820402005-09-09T15:17:00.000-04:002005-09-09T16:09:47.330-04:00First day of class came and went. Decent, if not for the fact the campus is so fucktardedly huge I have to pretty much do everything short of tying pack animals to my belt and hiring sherpa guides to find my way around. Also, philosophy 1E03 is awesome.Anyway. I've been pretty much surviving on Subway and pizza for the last few days. I'm making up for the guilt by walking fifteen minutes to uni Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1126077172836193822005-09-07T02:40:00.000-04:002005-09-07T03:12:52.840-04:00Holy christ, McMaster is HUGE. The campus is like, twenty different faculties and a fuckton of other buildings, some of which multitask - for example, the health sciences faculty is apparently also the local hospital. My faculty, social sciences, appears to be multitasking as a construction worker training ground at the moment - you have to literally tread through wasteland and garbage and breakExhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1125951781683125852005-09-05T16:10:00.000-04:002005-09-05T16:23:01.690-04:00So. I'm living in a pretty large room with a comfy bed, high-speed internet, and air-conditioning. It's located in the basement, sure, but you can't have everything. Also, there's a korean convenience store, a couple of fast-food joints, and a chinese takeout located within walking distance, and the university seems pretty close by. Life is good.I still haven't sorted out all the crap with the Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1125895968343817132005-09-05T00:15:00.000-04:002005-09-05T00:52:48.350-04:00TRIP HIGHLIGHTS1. Sin City is a fucking masterpiece.2. I lost my study visas, university permits, and two hundred bucks.3. My new room is nice.4. The people who run the Hong Kong airport can't spell 'Dallas'.5. I love Canadian customs officials.6. My family is awesome.7. I have uberfast cable 'net.8. GOD I'M TIRED.Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1125760620004954432005-09-03T06:13:00.000-04:002005-09-03T11:17:00.040-04:00Finished packing, more or less. Going to be out of here in less than a day.My neighbours are apparently trying to irritate the hell out of me before I leave. The idiot next door was building a swimming pool in his backyard and playing sad chinese music while doing it, so all the hammering noises and people chanting made it sound just like a bloody taoist funeral rite. The retard in the other Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1125503254475088592005-08-31T11:42:00.001-04:002005-08-31T11:47:34.496-04:00So, uh. Today was interesting, to say the least....I LIKE MY HAIR, OKAY. SO THEREExhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1125247630516842442005-08-28T12:35:00.000-04:002005-08-28T12:47:10.523-04:00Sometimes I feel depressed that I don't have a lot of friends, much less close ones. Then I feel lucky because I can survive long periods without outside contact and I don't have to rely on anybody or owe anyone anything. Then I feel depressed again because I want the pretty, intelligent and vivacious girl I know to come back into my life so I can try my damned best to impress her and be with herExhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1125028235569632082005-08-25T23:50:00.000-04:002005-08-25T23:50:35.576-04:00Abrupt change of plans. I'm going to McMaster now as originally planned. I just got their application - they're offering me econs and all 18 credits, like Ottawa. They have a better rep, though, and either way I'm planning on switching courses to management/business ASAP. Now I just have to get through all the study permit/visa red tape bullshit, which shouldn't take that long. Whee.Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1124897039880325092005-08-24T11:18:00.000-04:002005-08-24T11:23:59.886-04:00where're you going for tomorrow?where're you going with the mask I found?and I feel, and I feelwhen the dogs begin to smell herwill she smell alone?Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1124819831907320542005-08-23T12:22:00.000-04:002005-08-23T13:57:11.940-04:00Well. Looks like I'm probably going to University of Ottawa for now. They're offering me a course in Accounting (which I plan to leverage into Commerce or Management as soon as possible, since I just realised that it's going to be deathly boring otherwise) and full transfer of my college credits - since I already have 18 of 'em, I can just do like 12 credits in courses for first-year studies. Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1124464191911209092005-08-19T10:58:00.000-04:002005-08-19T11:09:51.916-04:00Huh. I just noticed that most of my recent posts have been noticeably morose. I attribute it to the fact that I haven't been going out for the past few weeks or so, so I don't really have much in the way of insightful and intriguing life stories and occurrences to share. Besides, most of my social life has been eaten up by the Internet and a large stack of videogames, so I can't really provide Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1124290098981710582005-08-17T09:43:00.000-04:002005-08-17T10:48:18.986-04:00You know, I just realised the other day how fragile we all are.Think about it. If anyone wants to maim or kill us all he needs to do is hit us with a suitably heavy object, fire a gun at us, run us over, or many more ways. We can die in seconds at the hands of complete strangers for no good reason other than being in the wrong place at the wrong time. In fact, the only things that stop us people Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1123822098447539012005-08-11T21:34:00.000-04:002005-08-12T00:48:18.453-04:00Still no university news whatsoever.I think I need a hug.Or at least some attractive female companionship.Damnit.Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1123392566620257352005-08-07T01:26:00.000-04:002005-08-07T01:29:26.626-04:00Well. My university applications and whatnot are going to hell in a handbasket. Fuck knows what I'm going to be doing with the next two years of my life at this moment if I get rejected by all the damn schools. Perhaps I'll just go join the army and learn how to shoot other people. Or rejoin junior college. Or whatever my neurotic insane mother pressurises me into doing while maintaining the Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1123013850796204592005-08-02T14:51:00.000-04:002005-08-02T16:32:09.523-04:00So. I'm going to McMaster U for econs, since my horrific C- in calculus isn't good enough to get me into the nearly-full business faculty. I can transfer after a while if I do well, though. Anyway, after I get in there I plan to spend most of my time engineering a transfer to Boston College. It seems like a pretty good place to go, as:i. It has a pretty good reputation. This is one of the major Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1122735429945628072005-07-30T10:55:00.000-04:002005-07-30T10:57:09.946-04:00well.i haven't been doing much with my life lately.much less anything interesting.what more do you want to know?Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1122241616440168092005-07-24T17:35:00.000-04:002005-07-24T17:46:56.446-04:00sigh. i can't get to sleep.you know, lately i've just been wanting something, someone, some purpose, to just fill this hollow in my mundane life. to alleviate this boredom. to at least give me a sense of success, euphoria, a high. to give me something outstanding i can remember my teenage years for in the future.i've realised i want to be loved by someone who isn't part of my family. what i want Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1122198516544924532005-07-24T05:36:00.000-04:002005-07-24T05:48:38.736-04:00It's been so boring lately, what with everyone being in school and all that - and even without, I'm not exactly Mr. Popular anyway. As a result I've been holed up in my room playing computer games, listening to trashy music and reading books. Maybe I should buy GTA: San Andreas next, just so I can simulate going outside but with more random acts of violence and widespread destruction. It should Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1122040914817235522005-07-22T10:01:00.000-04:002005-07-22T14:42:55.466-04:00If this looks horribly incomplete, that's because I'm doing a major overhaul. Check back later.[edit]Okay, I've finished formatting and sorting everything out. At least now I have a webpage that doesn't look horribly outmoded or visually rapes people. And I fixed that whole mess with the links and actually bothered to colour-coordinate everything.Also, I deleted the archives for everything beforeExhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1121857226351089462005-07-20T06:56:00.000-04:002005-07-20T07:11:47.866-04:00Today's special feature:EX PLAYS DOOM 3DARKNESS DARKNESS DARKNESS DARKNESS *FLASHLIGHT* OH SHI- AAAAAARRRGHH *BLAM* *BLAM* AAAARGH DARKNESS DARKNESS DARKNESS DARKNESS *FLASHLIGHT* RAAAARGH *BITE* *BITE* *CHAINSAW* *BZZzzzZZZZZZZzzZZZZ* BLAAUUGGGH *BLAM* *BLAM* DARKNESS DARKNESS DARKNESS DARKNESS *FLASHLIGHT* CRAP AMBUSH ARGH *BLAM* *BLAM* *FIREBALL* *BLAM* *FIREBALL* *RELOAD* DARKNESS *FIREBALL* Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1121592190116417692005-07-17T05:22:00.000-04:002005-07-17T05:23:10.126-04:00Judas Priest is fucking awesome.Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1121539264699956342005-07-16T14:38:00.000-04:002005-07-16T14:41:04.703-04:00I probably shouldn't be fucking around with my blog template any more, since I seem to make it progressively worse every single time. First it removed my custom font and put in some hideous word-document monstrosity, and now it's turned the links and buttons an attractive shade of electric disco blue. At this rate I'm really going to have to learn webdesign and renovate this whole mess in a monthExhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1121243373357368192005-07-13T04:08:00.000-04:002005-07-13T04:29:33.363-04:00so bored.Battlefield 2 is awesome fun, though, when you can get it to run. I just unlocked a new support gun, the PKM - it's fucking excellent at mowing down squads because it kills in three hits or less. Most of the time I shoot someone once, he topples over, and I fire another two bursts of rounds before realising I killed him on the first shot. It's compensated for by its hideous inaccuracy, Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1120941618016021362005-07-09T15:08:00.000-04:002005-07-09T16:40:18.020-04:00there are some mood stages you can only feel at 3 am in the morning. one of those is just realising how much better off you are in the world than other people. oh, i'm not making a comparison to all those starving youths in ethiopia or all that crap, but just really, most other people. everyone seems to be dealing with so much shit in jc - just look at this whole common tests thing. reports beingExhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1120482473010054232005-07-04T09:02:00.000-04:002005-07-04T09:07:53.016-04:00I just realised that over half of my favorite bands are Finnish. Maybe I should seriously consider actually moving to the damn place once I have enough money. It's pretty awesome for a country, too, and I've always wanted to live somewhere where I can't understand what the fuck other people are talking in so I don't need to hold meaningless conversations all the time.Anyway, I went out with the Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1120450004998573572005-07-03T23:35:00.000-04:002005-07-04T00:06:45.003-04:00things i've somehow managed to do over the past six months:- buy a trenchcoat- not get kicked out of college and maintain a decent average- learn how to fuck around with peoples' minds through psychology- grow more hair and adopt a hairstyle that doesn't make me look like i got attacked by a grasscutter- learn how to play counter-strike- make new friends- fall head-over-heels in love with a girl Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1120326750244621322005-07-02T13:49:00.000-04:002005-07-02T13:52:30.250-04:00I'M BACKAND I'M TIREDZZZZZExhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1120157433282281132005-06-30T14:44:00.000-04:002005-06-30T14:50:33.286-04:00Okay. For those of you who care, I'm going to land in Singapore on Sunday, July 3rd, 12:40 am. Flight No. 5 from Tokyo, Northwest Airlines. If some of you guys wanna organise an outing over to pick me up, that'd be awesome. Look for the guy wearing nothing but black with a crumpler tote.Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1120021358656730322005-06-29T00:30:00.000-04:002005-06-29T01:02:38.660-04:00I tell people I'm an atheist most of the time because it saves time explaining, but if pressed, I'm more or less a cynic deist. I believe there's SOMEONE up there but he just likes fucking with us all.Anyway. Time really flies - I'm going to be back home in, like, less than a week. And only three more days here to tie up some loose ends. And I wonder if I even have a chance with this whole thing.Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1119770870399674412005-06-26T03:26:00.000-04:002005-06-26T03:27:50.403-04:00The bronte gang.Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1119576561945423022005-06-23T19:49:00.000-04:002005-06-27T09:03:32.980-04:00both survey memes below shamelessly ripped from bonks' blog because i suddenly wanted to write something substantial and couldn't think of anything original. besides, it's about damn time i did some of these things. they's like a global blog cliche.THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:1. maxwell2. max3. puay/fatso/whateverTHREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE HAD:1. exdeath2. ex3. jesusTHREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU LIKE Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1119552119215831622005-06-23T14:39:00.000-04:002005-06-23T14:41:59.220-04:00EXAMS ARE OVER AND I FUCKED UP CALCULUS BIGOther than that, my day was okay.PARTY PARTY PARTY PARTY HARDExhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1119119707154299932005-06-18T13:25:00.000-04:002005-06-18T14:35:07.170-04:00wow, time passes really quickly. there's just two weeks 'till I get home, and four days to the start of final exams. and i can't be bothered to study. hooray for me. that, and i haven't even received a single university offer yet even though i sent in all my stuff ages ago. sheesh. at this rate, i'm going to have to arm-break my way into this weird jesus-ish college thing and apply for a transferExhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1118967604964570902005-06-16T20:06:00.000-04:002005-06-16T20:20:04.970-04:00Picture uploaded to disprove the notion that I don't exist anymore.That, and I'm a vain bastard. Go figure.Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1118895666518913572005-06-16T00:00:00.000-04:002005-06-16T00:21:06.523-04:00It's strange how life repeats itself.For the entire sixteen-odd years of my existence, I've always been the odd guy out - the fat kid who has no friends, whom everyone makes fun of, and keeps their distance from. Most of this probably stems from my tendency to always be the odd guy out - the guy who doesn't believe in god, the guy who's naturally suspicious and distrustful of everybody around himExhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1118426311181047262005-06-10T12:27:00.000-04:002005-06-10T13:58:31.206-04:00you're such a kid.a childish, immature kid.i don't even know why i spend so much time to help you - the person who doesn't care for me anymore, ignores me except for when she needs me to do something for her, and only gives a damn about herself and having fun with other people. perhaps it's because i believe you're still naive and don't understand how much you're hurting me. maybe it's because Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1118168381699865172005-06-07T14:07:00.000-04:002005-06-07T14:19:41.703-04:00I suffer from a curse.No matter where I go, who I know, and what I do, I will invariably develop an attachment with one person whom I view as caring, compassionate and the one who gives me reason to live on and enjoy life. This arrangement will work out for the first few months of euphoria, and then invariably collapse out of the blue - the caring and empathic person I know will somehow Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1118034075799264632005-06-06T00:57:00.000-04:002005-06-06T01:01:15.803-04:00I just want a nice girl to hold my hand and tell me everything's gonna be all right.Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1117865186414627352005-06-04T01:40:00.000-04:002005-06-04T02:06:26.420-04:00THINGS I HAVE LEARNED FROM COMPUTER GAMES:1. In the world, people will always leave stuff conveniently lying around in inconspicuous areas for you to pick up, like the magical healing potion in the toilet, box of 5.56mm ammo in the kitchen on the stove, or (in severe cases) rocket-propelled grenade launcher in the children's playroom. Also, if these items are in the house of a person, and that Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1117331899430859262005-05-28T21:49:00.000-04:002005-05-28T21:58:19.436-04:00If I seem considerably more stable now, it's because I just blew more than a hundred bucks on clothes and games while out shopping with friends - I've been holing up in my room playing Splinter Cell: Chaos Theory for the past few days, and goddamn, is it awesome. Hooray for escape conditioning and frivolous money-spending psychotherapy.Money can only do so much, though.I'll -try- to update with Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1117110735612315522005-05-25T19:28:00.000-04:002005-05-26T08:32:15.663-04:00I honestly don't know what still keeps me going any more.Somehow, it always seems that there's a disease of some sort following me that turns the most caring, sympathetic and friendly people in my life into superficial, materialistic backstabbing ingrates. I just wish everything'd make sense for once so I could actually understand what the hell goes on, or just even have someone to talk to, to Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1116904427651190922005-05-23T21:39:00.000-04:002005-05-23T23:13:47.653-04:00(I just dropped a CD case on my laptop keyboard, which _somehow_ managed to wipe out 90% of what I just typed. Fucking resistentialism. Ah well, I'll try to dredge up whatever I still remember.)The scenery here's surprisingly nice - all the trees and flowers are in full bloom and the weather's really cool and breezy. It's the perfect time to just go out in a jacket, t-shirt and jeans for a walk, Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1116786775904211332005-05-22T14:07:00.000-04:002005-05-22T14:32:55.910-04:00Today's special feature:EX'S GUIDE TO BEING EMO1. Capitalisation of sentences is for normal people who lead happy lives, therefore it's completely optional for you. Feel free to ignore it totally in your posts.2. Start at least one out of three posts with song lyrics or quotations. Cause, y'know, nobody can relate to a sad life experience of yours if it hasn't been alluded to in at least five Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1116479833791212472005-05-19T01:02:00.000-04:002005-05-19T01:17:13.796-04:00Random thought for the day:The only thing I find worthwhile about religion is its power to slay undead and explode demons. All its other aspects are just so much icing on the cake.So, I finally bothered to learn how to play CS, since I figured I might as well do something with that free copy of Counter-Strike: Source that came with HL2. Surprisingly, it doesn't seem to be the mindless fragfest I Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1116304241549860792005-05-17T00:24:00.000-04:002005-05-17T01:11:21.300-04:00I still don't particularly feel like talking about my personal life at the moment, so I'll just cut off from the routine diatribes of angst and unfulfillment and talk about random unrelated things.I keep wanting to update this site, but I never do. Maybe turn it into something more professional-looking, insert more cynicism and witticism-laden commentary and maybe interest more people than the Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1115921572410941372005-05-12T13:55:00.000-04:002005-05-12T14:12:52.476-04:00I'd say something, but I'm not really in the mood to talk to anyone else right now. Maybe next week or the one after, if I actually manage to find an opportunity to work everything out or don't stab myself to death first. For now, fuck it.every single time i feel like my life is going to change for the better, someone up there decides to take a big shit all over my dreams and hopes.Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1115606839231604022005-05-08T22:45:00.000-04:002005-05-08T22:47:19.236-04:00sigh.c'est la vie.Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1114492385492787792005-04-26T01:10:00.000-04:002005-04-26T01:13:05.493-04:00oh please oh please oh please, let her say yes.i'd give anything.Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1114215578254659282005-04-22T20:15:00.000-04:002005-04-22T20:32:32.803-04:00Sigh.I hate the fates that cursed me with this stupid voice. It makes everything I say sound retarded no matter how eloquently I put it, takes away any semblance of cool I have, irritates people who might actually like me otherwise, and shatters any hopes I might have of being a lead singer in a band in the future.Ah, hell. I'll go screw around with CoH until I feel a bit more euphoric. Kind of Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1114028970421632322005-04-20T16:06:00.000-04:002005-04-20T16:29:30.423-04:00INSPIRATIONAL THOUGHT FOR THE DAY:Three of the most vital things that you need in your life are: the ability to not give a fuck what other people think about you, the willpower to be more successful and happy than them so you can stab them in the face, and the humility to not do so afterwards.Anyway.Life's been pretty mundane here now that school has started and all. Class, class, computer games,Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1112781154667103772005-04-06T05:39:00.000-04:002005-04-06T05:52:34.666-04:00Whee. Report card get.ENGLISH 101: AECONOMICS 102: A-MATHEMATICS 207: AHooray for me.Also, I'm feeling slightly on the verge of death or homicidal mania today due to the retards on my dorm floor ROCKING THE FUCK OUT to some stupid simple plan song almost endlessly and giving me a severe migraine. Rrrrrrgh.Anyway, tired now. Going to go get some sleep and all, despite the fact I've been asleep Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1112362174996993532005-04-01T08:15:00.000-05:002005-04-01T08:29:34.996-05:00Woo. Exams're over and spring break was here - time here passes surprisingly quickly, since there seems to be nothing else to do after the one-class-a-day schedule than play computer games and go out. Luckily, since I have enough real people here to go out with and enough online friends to yell at and insult, this isn't much of a problem.In other news, the internet here is seriously crap. At Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1112148225146627432005-03-29T20:46:00.000-05:002005-07-22T14:23:19.016-04:00NOTE: Ex is currently indisposed/dead/dying/asleep/having bowel trauma/trying to kill somebody/throwing up/throwing himself out of a window/trying to stop his eyes drilling out of his skull, due to his drinking of half a bottle of strong coffee concentrate to stay up for fourteen hours past his normal bedtime (READ: 2 a.m) to study for an econs final. Please offer condolences through tagboard Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1111453223360924162005-03-21T19:56:00.000-05:002005-03-21T20:00:23.360-05:00ugh. homework NEED COFFEE homework homework OH GOD THE PAIN exam OW FUCK MY EYE exam exam SPRING BREAK WOO HAH gdhgddffddgdgdgghrgrgrhh.there, i'm summarising my life for the next week or so in case i don't get the time to blog. now don't bug me now. busy.Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1111030342077440672005-03-16T22:23:00.000-05:002005-03-16T22:32:22.080-05:00Reading other peoples' blogs is depressing. It's like nobody even fucking tries to enjoy their life anymore - blah blah blah 'i hate my life', 'nobody understands me', 'i told you i was hardcore', 'god sux' etc. It's almost like listening to emo, only less painful. I'd -so- totally point fingers, go 'HA HA HA, YOU WANT SOME OF YOUR OWN ADVICE AS TO HOW TO LIVE LIFE NOW?', dig out old MSN chat Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1110131617591576532005-03-06T12:41:00.000-05:002005-03-06T12:53:37.593-05:00As I see it, I always have three things to be happy about:1. I can correctly spell and capitalise things I type on the computer without even having to think about doing so. And believe me, that makes me more literate than most of the world, or 90% of the Battle.net community.2. I'm not a goth, an emo, a furry, a punk or one of the other sociopathic failure scum-of-the-earth teenage subcultures.3.Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1109655191426133012005-02-28T23:24:00.000-05:002005-03-01T00:33:11.430-05:00I think I'm like the only person out there who's not extremely worried about their O level grades, even though I'm going to get them in an hour or so. Sigh. As far as I'm concerned, I'm already out of the country, I've already written the damn exam, I'm already in a first-year university program which will probably get me in to a pretty good university with a scholarship at the worst, and, well, Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1109493528777714002005-02-27T03:22:00.000-05:002005-02-27T03:38:48.776-05:00[Exdeath] There's two toilets on my residence floor.[Exdeath] Yesterday, someone vomited all over the floor of one of them. ALL OVER. Literally carpeted with stomach acid and half-digested pizza. At least the other one was usable.[Exdeath] Today, they cleaned the puke off the floor in the morning. Went off with friends for shopping most of the day, so didn't use either one.[Exdeath] Came back at Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1108965567675760422005-02-21T00:54:00.000-05:002005-02-21T00:59:27.676-05:00I wonder if anyone even reads this anymore, but: I have a CoH valentine's day promotional thingie for a free 14-day trial. If anyone wants it, send me a mail with your e-mail address, and I'll see who I want to give it to. : /Also, I'm considering relocating. Just set up a 1up blog/profile thingy in order to communicate with my CoH clan personnel more effectively, and I have to say, the features Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1108497780753255242005-02-15T14:57:00.000-05:002005-02-15T15:03:00.756-05:00hoi. if you read this, at least send me an e-mail or something - i haven't heard from you in like two months, and life's really boring here.anyone else who feels the need to talk to me, fucked if i know why, can send me a sms - i'm still using my singapore number, +6597302608. i'll give you a call in the evening the next day or so - if i can wake up early enough, that is. : /Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1108360186776915702005-02-13T23:26:00.000-05:002005-02-14T00:49:46.780-05:00(agh, fuck. i just deleted one whole post because i hit the wrong fucking button. -_- i hate it when this happens. i'll just try to bring it all back from memory. god this sucks.hm. i've been wondering about stuff in general.throughout the past few years, i've been a committed atheist. i just don't see the point in believing in anything, whether through a sense of faith, or just because you need Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1107334421384776492005-02-02T02:27:00.000-05:002005-02-03T03:40:24.820-05:00 WELCOME TO - ROOM 314
Congratulations on signing up for one of our beautiful dormitory rooms. First off, some updates - Due to budget cutbacks, all funding has been removed for internal heating. If ice is noticed in your water pipe, please remove ice by repeated application of crowbar or head. If a limb drops off due to frostbite, we advise you to reattach it with duct tape or similar adhesive Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1107237210649640902005-02-01T00:53:00.000-05:002005-02-01T00:53:30.650-05:00Council's gigantic Zenith Mech - end of Ernesto Hess's taskforce Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1106890109601050892005-01-28T01:20:00.000-05:002005-01-28T00:28:29.600-05:00I'm not promising anything, but there's probably a site overhaul in the works soon. I've been dumping random stuff from my screenshot folders here to link to people on IRC and fill up spac, so just be patient. Now I'm going to sleep, cause I have stats class tomorrow. Shoo, and maybe you'll see something soon.
-Ex
P.S: Email me more often, dammit.
Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1106740900944487712005-01-26T07:01:00.000-05:002005-01-26T07:01:40.943-05:00Throw the trash away yourself next time, fucko. Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1105071167991243262005-01-06T23:12:00.000-05:002005-01-06T23:15:27.086-05:00Wow, lucky me.
Just finished the school's maths and english proficiency tests - they were a damn breeze. And due to that, I've been slotted in a special program where I can directly do the first year of university now on-site with courses provided by Nazareth College, New York, skipping the high school program and going directly on, with an option to transfer to any other university after I earnExhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1104826502660137062005-01-04T03:04:00.000-05:002005-01-04T03:15:02.660-05:00Whoo. I'm back online - just got my laptop jacked into the system. using a 10/base T cable, or however you abbreviate it, borrowed from the maintenance guy downstairs - ugh. i'll need to head down to town to buy one tomorrow. and the computer store is like half an hour's walk away. this city is fucking huge. starting to feel like gordon freeman in city 17.
anyway, this place is pretty decent. Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650183.post-1104533198750579872004-12-31T17:25:00.000-05:002004-12-31T17:46:38.750-05:00Touchdown
ugh. just landed here in canada after 25 bloody hours of grueling flight, and am blogging from an ancient library computer with a broken keyboard and a mouse that weighs something like five kilograms, due to my stupid laptop not being connected to the wireless network yet. joy.
anyway, I can say without a doubt that this was the WORST flight i've ever been through. I wouldn't even go Exhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08369950916835827572noreply@blogger.com