First Time On eBay

  Next time, I will tell myself this: Never, EVER and I repeat EVER, buy goods from US off eBay. The shipping cost is Nightmare Fuel, I tell you. It rivals that of the atrocity of the Offended page in Encyclopedia Dramatica (Even though I have provided the link to the page, I am telling you, especially you with the faint of heart, unless you are truly prepared to feed your sense of fear: Don't. Click. The. Link. Knowing the page exists is enough to haunt your dreams). 

  This is my first time shopping off eBay, and I had already spent around S$332 for 7 items worth a total of around $299, excluding consideration of how hard it would have been to find in Singapore, and the fact that 6 of these stuff are no longer in production. Without shipping costs, I guess I would have spent only around $200... 

  Maybe when the delivery is done, I'll take some photos to share them in the next post. Don't worry, none of them are NSFW...

  I guess... This is the first time, and probably the last, which I will be doing online shopping... F**k shipping costs!

Did I make the right choice?

  Talent is a set of pen and ruler to draw lines to identify the differences in ability for something. On the other hand, we have hard work, Determination, Perseverance, a brush that takes some time before one uses it to paint beautifully.

  When it comes to the world of learning Business, I have neither.

  It is only the second week of the Semester. It is only the beginning, and I am already in big times. There are several reasons for me to doubt, regret, and consider hurting someone.

  Firstly, I can barely focus on the first sentence in the first chapter of this module about Accounting. To make matters worse, at least 65% of the stuff in there are all ACRONYMS. F*cking A-C-R-O-N-Y-M-S.

  Consider this: How would you feel if some random guy insulted your mother, and everyone but you understood the insult?

  Secondly, I have missed at least enough lessons to finish an entire training workshop about work etiquette (Literally)... As I look back in time, during the holidays... I should never have spent my nights watching Gintama, playing AoE II and the infamous Sims 3: 'Pirates!' Edition...

  Then, looking back 1 year and 8 months, my mind must have been seduced by money, fame, money and money, when I was deciding on my next course in life. I may be satisfied with the people I have met so far, but I am far from satisfied with the kind of things I am supposed to deal with in my working life.

  Being a Business student is all about .

  Maybe I could have fared much better in some Design course. Because every time I take some personality-and-job test our tutors threw on us, these tests always tells me business is NOT FOR ME. That I am better off being a cheese-eating artist, or pedophile school counselor, or 8-star chef and stuff like that. BUT NOT BUSINESS.

  Well, I guess it is too late to turn back. I am already halfway to getting my Diploma in something my personality tests seem to detest so much. Maybe after our priso- I mean, Service, I will pursue some kind of Design course in a local university, if I qualify, that is...

  For now, I have to think of something to keep everything I need in my brain. But to think of something to keep everything I need in my brain, I have to make use of my brain... So that means I can keep less things I need in my brain...

  Maybe taking notes on the back of a nude hot lady can help retain the knowledge in my brain? Hmm... ...

Mental Constipation

  To prove that I am not dead, and not dead to my blog, I would like to puke some bloody rainbows and cook up some brownish-blue curry into this post.

  I have not given up as a blogger. But it has been too long since I posted something to prove that.

  Also, I am kinda filled up in my mind and decided to let off some steam. Although I doubt whatever I'm going to say is going into anyone. Even if it does, I'll probably make some new public enemies. Sick freaks and retards would definitely go for my balls, since that is the only thing on their mind, if it doesn't make up majority of the world population.

  To make the constipation easier to digest, I decided to just list them:

• 100% of the people who boasts that they go to the gym just wants to thrust their thumb-sized penis into a lady's receiving end.
• People who tell others that they frequent clubs just want attention in the form of one-sided friendship.
• Expensive clothes bought with your parents' hard-earned salary does not deserve to be called "fashionable"
• The pop genre to me is like a MADAO's foot skin served as rice in an expensive buffet.
• Don't know what MADAO stands for? Go look it up at: http://darkerbluex.blogspot.sg/2008/07/meaning-of-madao.html
• I love several Metal genres, especially Symphonic Metal. I'm not emotional, off-mainstream, nor am I violent in nature; I just enjoy the feel to it.
• LIVERPOOL FANS CAN KISS MY JUICY ASS!!! AHAHAHAHAHAAA~
• I support Chelsea with all my heart. Go Torres!
• First-person shooters never fail to wreck my mind. Especially those with the sci-fi themes.
• I wouldn't mind Grand Theft Auto V. Second-hand.
• That being said. I remember these two idiots owing my idiot bro and I both brand new Xbox Ones.
• People dare pitch Mario against Spyro? How about I pitch my household wasp nest up their filthy gamer ass?
• People who play nice guys in front of girls deserve to date a ruined building.
• In case you were wondering... I was never a good guy to begin with.
• Maybe S Class II.
• The only reason why I dislike shopping is because
• Waste of time
• Waste of money
• Hate walking around without a destination
• No girlfriend to shop with
• Waste of money
• Don't just drink 2 litres of water everyday. Make it 2.5!
• I have a love-hate relationship with spicy food.
• K-Pop? Isn't that the marathon which took place in Korea, participants are mostly hopeless fan-girls, entrance fee was at least 4 digits, and the main event was to stalk vans of Korean pretty idols on foot? Nothing interesting about that.
• Memes have replaced money in being the root of all evil.

  Gonna judge me now? Go ahead. Shoot your pretty and colorless remarks on what is otherwise Mental Constipation. I am done for today...

  But perhaps I can think of some original stories to cook up in the coming future. When I am not too occupied with my upcoming term in school.

  And thank you, blog, for letting me blow off some steam. Although I am unsure from which particular hole...

The Beauty Of Music

  Have you tried not to listen to your favorite songs for at least 3 months?

  After 3 months, you would probably have forgotten that feeling of rhythm with the song. It feels like you are no longer one with the song, although the lyrics still run at the back of your mind if you think of the song.

  Try listening to the song again when you have achieved something really significant and emotionally soothing to you, in a comfortable position in a windy(or cool) place. Ensure there is no one else around.

  That is how I 'treat' the songs I truly love.

  Of course, it also depends on your mood, as well as the genre. For me, I have songs that actually stray from my usual genre of rock and metal. I cannot even classify them under any genre, because genre matters not to me so long as I am able to enjoy them.

  Depending on your TRUE personality, there are many ways to say to yourselves that you love this particular song of yours. In this, no one else can intervene. No one in this world can make you love this song. Not even your best friend could convince you to favorite his or her favorite song, unless of course, if you also love the song yourself.

  Not sure about you, but personally, when I do, it feels like a surge of energy crawls along my nervous system in the upper part of my body, from the ear to the brain, then to the heart, causing my body to loosen, and shiver as though there is an air-conditioner inside my body. On certain occasions, my heart contracts slightly but not in a harmful way. I think the power surge stops somewhere before my crotch.

  So, how do you represent your love for your favorite song(s)?

  Your head feels like it was about to explode, your heart beats three times faster, your fingers wriggle as if simulating a piano keyboard, or maybe your toes, your liver switches place with your brain, you contract Stage Two cancer, or you get a 20-minutes-long erection?

  No one else knows but yourself! Haha~

Refilled The Void

  They say only the man himself knows what he truly wants. It may not really be a lifelong goal, but he is content so long as this particular desire is able to fill his void, or is wide enough to seal the huge bleeding hole in his heart and soul. I am a man myself, and I can gladly, as well as honestly, say that not every man in this world thinks of sex more than love.

  I know I sound like a demented fool or something in this post. I don't really care actually, whether I am being judged. After all, Singaporeans are known for their unreasonable and ridiculous one-sided judgement on others.That particular fear of judgement and rejection in me had already been nullified, if not long gone.

  Anyways, if you happen to be uninterested in this post, you can just skip the part I highlighted in dark blue, because even I feel that it is gonna be like a really boring sermon of sorts. If you oh-so happen to be color-blind, then the ones highlighted would be the next 5 paragraphs.

  There was this void in me quite some time ago, where I lost a huge deal of social energy and skills. Before this void started to consume my personality, I was quite the talkative, mischievous and silly extrovert. Always looking on the bright side of life, never have I lost the slightest confidence in everything I do. I was able to interact socially even among a huge group of friends.

  However, it had been quite some time since I was that guy. Now, I can barely manage a 10 seconds conversation, neither with my closest friends nor with the coldest of strangers. I can claim that I am a die-hard fan of something, like K-pop girl bands, or NBA, or Halo, but I am actually nowhere near a fan. I felt as if I became a very ugly person inside out... Well, I was never good-looking in the first place...

  I am going to put this really bluntly, on how I lost a great deal of resolve and became this introverted, quiet loser:

  One day, I had a major tiff with both my parents for God knows why (I believe they were simply venting their anger by picking on me), I also found out on the same day that my girl best friend, who was also the girl I loved, had already been taken by someone who was a jerk towards me, who happened to be the best friend of one of my best friends. And the worst of all is that the 4 of us belonged to the same class in primary school for 2 years!

  I couldn't really get over it for quite some time, and it felt like I lost a great deal of myself over this mental assault. This costed my social skills and energy, where I became silent like a dumb mute in almost every conversation with a group of friends. Even if I tried, I still personally felt that I was either not trying hard enough, or just not welcome to talk.

  So why do you think this post is called "Refilling The Void"?

  Because I met that same girl just yesterday.

  This sparked my concern over her, because... Well... She dressed pretty inappropriately, revealing  a lot of her skin, above the chest and more than half her thighs. Although I told myself to try to get over our relationship, there was still a great deal of frustration and worry in me which costed quite a few hours of my sleep today...

  Therefore, the void in me is filled... In the negative way.

  Our second year in Polytechnic starts tomorrow. God... This will fill more than my void...

Will you be my Valentine, Me?

  I am not Forever Alone, nor am I alone. I just chose to take another day off from this Valentine's Day. Also, it's not that I ever had a Valentine all these while, but myself! :D

  Anyways, I was shocked, and yet I wasn't, when I saw The Depressed Guy, this (I seriously can't help but say...) loser proposing to another girl for Valentine's IN FACEBOOK!

  I remember my friend in class, Doctor Love, whom thought I "need some love", had advised me on something about relationships:

  If you wanna ask a girl out for anything, do it right in front of her. Try not to use call, nor SMS, and NEVER, EVER ask her publicly through social media.

  Obviously his hapless victim would become afraid, annoyed and embarrassed. Even I would feel the former to a small extent when a girl suddenly asks me out for something. So, The Depressed Guy is either desperate and/or super horny. Also, to make matters worse, he had made an empty promise never to date.

  Not only did he fail miserably even before the date, he also broke his promise. Seriously, when will he EVER grow up? When will he ever be a 'made' man?

  Anyways, I will post more conspiracy theories, hopefully with no consequences, when I have the time, energy and more insights to the physical world. Maybe I might even follow up with even more different stuff in the future. Who knows?

  So... Here's my confession:

Will I be my Valentine?

  Haha!

The Blogger's Pride

  I don't wanna flaunt nor boast anything about myself, but I just felt like posting this. Blogging has turned from a simple hobby to my personal passion. Sometimes, I just feel unique among my peers that I am the only one around us who types something long to share my views, feelings, conspiracies etc. I just feel special.

  I mean, you try asking your friends whether they blog, and their answers always seem to be, "I don't", or "My blog is dead". Also, try asking them whether they visit any blogs. I bet you wouldn't be surprised by their responses.

  I mean, think of it this way: Who actually sets aside an hour or so in their schedules, just to type some meaningful things about their life, and share it or treat it as a time capsule to remind themselves of their past achievements, their past endeavors over any and every trouble they faced, and so on...?

  This is indeed the Blogger's Pride: Not feeling afraid to share a thing or two about themselves, perhaps even without consequence of humiliation. Well, which foolish person would ever object to a person's feelings over something? Would anyone be such a mean idiot as to tell someone, "You are wrong because you feel sad over your relative's funeral"?

  Of course, such things would never happen if not for Internet trolls, who are obviously looking for BIG trouble...

  Also, ever since I started blogging, I have developed this annoying, yet effective habit of writing in perfect Singaporean English, clean of inappropriate words in the language that are alphabetical spellings of the Hokkien dialect words such as "lah", "leh" and "wa lao". All those crap...

  Sometimes, I just feel that we Singaporeans can do a lot in developing a sense of belonging and originality, and try developing more original cultural masterpiece in the name of Singapore. The Merlion and Esplanade are a few examples.

  Anyways, I truly feel proud as a Blogger. I feel proud for being able to share my concerns without big consequences. Perhaps this blog is a part of me already. In fact, I feel 1,000 times more original than simply owning a Facebook account, which I barely do anything in it.