Another Post!

Greeeeeeeeeetings!

I'm pretty sure the last post was boring, but I was bored so... Live with it.

I am going to post a few pictures up here now. It's been long due anyway.




















I was competing with my in a "swinging long jump event!" Wooooo! Swings are pretty fun you know. Not only for kids, but for grown ups as well (not saying I'm a grown up but yea) cause you get to do plenty besides swinging!

You could literally spend hours on the swing with someone there with you. Really.

You could do a "swinging long jump" event with a friend to see who jumps the furthest like I did in the picture! (Look at the height! Look at the angle! Perfect jump. Beat my sister hands down)

You could try swinging 180 degrees! Or more if you like the risk. It's soooo exhilarating when you tilt your head back as you come back down. Woooooooooooooooo!

There are other pictures I really should upload, but the process of actually doing it is deterring me very much. So school's over, work's done. Now I'm practically just sitting at home and gaming. At first, I thought that was all I wanted to do, and believed my mum's nagging for me to stop gaming for such long hours to be really annoying until now.

WTH.

I need a job. I need something to do.

I'M GETTING FAT. I have a tummy. :(

OK, I procrastinated during my exams, I SHALL NOT ANYMORE! ROAR! I am going to run everyday every evening from Wednesday onwards. Work those fats away. And you'll see a lean mean Auntie-killer NICK OH. Take that wussie-killers!

So I've got my pay of 935 dollars. I have to give 30% of it to my mum. I'm thinking THIRTY PERCENT OF 900. Think that's ok? I'm rounding off to nice figures! So easier to count. I want to get an iPod classic! Which will be engraved with the name "Nickasnack - My Wineglass Hero" Hehe cool or WHAT.

Well, that's pretty much it for now. I've been on for hours. (You can tell by the tone of my mother's voice. It's directly proportional to how long I've been playing. So do the maths.) Plus my ears has no circulation from having the headset on for so long.

The Rusty Old Suitcase

The rusty old suitcase
Has been stored in the cellar for days.
Spiderwebs and dust clung upon it
Like a bee that sucks the honey.
The moonlight shine,
Shrouding it with an air of mystery.
Sometimes, I could almost hear the contents inside
Crying out to to end their misery
By opening… opening
The rusty old suitcase.

The rusty old suitcase
Belonged to my late grandfather.
It must have been important to him,
For it never left him a moment of dim.

One night with candles burning bright,
I decide to open the case
To bring the truth to light.
Money, food or games would wet my taste.
But Alas! Floating out
Is the photograph of my grandmother’s face
The rusty old suitcase.



Styles of Departure

In times of the SARS crisis, someone has to die
The End.
In times of the economic meltdown, someone would rather commit suicide
The End.
But for Old Tom
In times of both crisis, he passed on
With a smile on his face
Knowing that he had a family base
That he would give an ace.
Departure had never been so sweet as honey
That would have given diabetes to a bunny.
The End.



Nevermore

When the gulls fly over the Bay.
They cry that you are far away.
Sailing for a foreign shore,
How my heart did break within us
At the thought of Nevermore.


Bedtime stories.

Once upon a time,
There was a Fairy Godmother that chimes.
She transforms Cinderalla
From poignancy into legacy of walah!

Oh, have you heard of the Big Bad Wolf?
His lung capacity is over the roof.
Poor little pigs,
They have to perform the gigs.

But Alas! Do you know they are all extinct?
No more fairy, wolf or pigs.
Only the model of them are left,
Wearing wigs.

As I emerge from the tent,
Their presence had been so distinct
That I have to record them down.
Maybe when I start to grow old and frown,
They will reappear
As I peer
Into the world of Bedtime Stories.


Kian Liang, IJC 0743B

I'm BACK!

HAHA! The A levels are done! (Hopefully.)

Wow, time passes really quickly huh, it's been more than a month since I've blogged. OK I admit, it's not because I don't have the time to, but rather I've been gaming for hours on end ever since my last paper was done.

And I'm not sorry. (Thought I was going to apologise huh? F!@# you!)

So here's a quick recap on what is going on in Nick's life:

- I've walked through Hell and survived.
- Awaiting judgement.
- Found a job! Music exam INVIGILATOR. Sounds really cool huh. INVIGILATOR.
- Managing my Vanish Clan. Hehe, doing good.
- Just sitting home and ROTTING before I get my results back.

All in all, that's pretty much it. I lead a pretty boring life, so I find it pretty pointless to base the content of my blog on my life. So I'm here to talk about QUIRKY issues!

I was reading a newspaper during work once (work's so SLACK) when I came across some pretty interesting articles.

"BLUE LIGHT SAID TO PREVENT SUICIDE AND STREET CRIME."

How interesting. And as usual, it was the Japanese who found out about this. (Must've been all the brains they've collected from the World Wars. Sucked them DRY they did.) They claim that by installing blue light-emitting apparatus, "have played a role in preventing suicides." and have "stop[ped] people from jumping in front of trains." (HUH. WTF. It's like tradition to jump in front of trains in Japan or something. Weird country, but with hot babes. I like.)

WOW. Just a simple blue light has ALL THESE EFFECTS? Not only did it work for the Japanese, but countries like Britain has tried it too and found out that crime rates has dropped in areas with blue illumination.

This is amazing news. Imagine what WE are able to do with just blue light! Picture this: You're walking home from a date. It's dark and cold and you have to walk through this narrow street. Suddenly 3 guys come at ya, wielding knives and a barbie doll with sharpened boobs, attempting to mug you. Initially you scream in horror!

"No no, don't mug me sirs!" You scream. "I am worthless! I have nothing on me, all I can do is... to offer you... My body..."

"WTF? Your body?! What good is your body to us? Out with it mam. We're not looking for sex. All we want is just LOVE. A hug. Care concern." Says the leader of the 3 men in a gruff voice. "So, I DEMAND YOU GIVE US EACH A HUG. If you fail to do so, I will stick the pointy legs of this barbie doll up somewhere you can't imagine. Your choice. Hug, or no hug."

You gasp in horror at the prospect laid out at you.

"Oh no... No sirs. That's the last thing I'd do even if I am on the verge of death!" With that, you spit at them.

Angered, they move to surround and corner you. Trapped like a baby in cot, you believe you have met your end until you feel something in your breast pocket. You quickly whip it out and realised it's your EXTREMELY POWERFUL BLUE LIGHT-EMITTING FLASHLIGHT. Without hesitation, you spread your feet apart, aimed down the barrel with the trio in your sight, and clicked the button.

PPPPPEEEEEWWWWWWW!

The recoil of the light emitted from your flashlight was so strong that it pushes you back 2 metres!

"Gaahhhh! What have you done to ussssssssss?!" one man screams at you.

Hands at your sides, you blow the smoke away from the top of your flashlight. "You will thank me for this."

The trio looks dazed and they slurr their words. "Maaaammm... How may I help you. Uhhh. I feel so... Happy. Happy happy happy!"

Pointing at a rat scurrying past them, "Aww, look! Cute bunny! I wanna give eeet a bwig hug!" With that, the three man put their arms around each other and danced off into the moonlight singing the ending song from Barney with a faint tinge of blue light coming off them.

"I love you... You love me, we're a happy ..."

-END STORY-

WOW. If the power of different coloured lights were harness... It'd be AMAZING. You'll probably find me zapping red beams of light at beach babes. (red is the colour of lust they say.) Or maybe, zapping barbie dolls. Hmm, perhaps they'll come to life and start a strip-tease for me eh?