peguincodex

I'm gonna buy one in fallout new vegas.

But it's actually just a really fancy name for a .50 caliber sniper rifle.

...or is it?




Yeah it is lah XD

Important lessons in life are really important. For the very reason they are names important

Lesson 1 : Never punch a hole in a bread bowl filled with soup

Lesson 2 : Always get a student price benefit on a M18 ticket

Lesson 3 : Never ninja jump over the children's pool even if you know you can make it.


Number 1 is pretty self explanatory... any tom's dick would know that to be honest. Shit is going to leak out of the bread bowl because of gravity. Gravity sucks because it IS THE LAW.

Number 2 is because student price is great, it's like buying three items at Daiso, it'll always be 6 dollars.

Number 3 must be puzzling to all you folks, you may ask why not?

I'm definitely going to make it, I'm not a child you know! Oh but you are child, it's not the pool that's the problem, it's the DRAIN.

When retarded structural engineers decide to get smart and suggest using sub-standard drain covers by the CHILDREN'S POOL because they think it's going to be fine, they obviously never factored in bored 16 year old teens. 

The appeal, the rush, the feel.

It's indescribable. Well it is but it really takes a good grasp of the English language so screw it.

Anyway the point is that when you jump over a children's pool you've got a high chance on landing on the white plastic drain cover thing, which is probably going to snap and get you badly injured.

Big no no.

People who have abs are totally under appreciated. Why? well because no one really bothers to look at abs or to show them off.

Everyone wears a shirt.

So people with developed arms can just wear a really short-sleeved shirt and look buff. Sick calf owners just need to wear shorts. BUT abs-men, they can't walk around shirtless...

Which is why there's the super amazing ABS GALLERY OF AWESOME.

First, for the men.


Kahi from After School


Yoona from SNSD


Hara Goo from Kara.

FOR THE WOMEN


Jokwon from 2AM. No further explanation required.


Chansung from 2pm. RESPECT...


For those that have yet to decide.

Came back form a scout's camp that was cut in half. Cut in half? Yeah I left early for Chinese Os. Sad but true.

Apparently scouts isn't run the same way like my previous UG. There's a lot of emphasis on fun.

FUN FUN FUN.

F is for fish which I scaled, gutted and burnt over a pretty intricate bell oven.


U is for U and me! Because friends make everything cool.


N is for nots! like knots without the K.


Well since I'm in for the long term, I'm gonna do my best. Hahaha never heard me say that right? Yeah i thought so... I've decided to do something, something big. In my past few years I've gotten everything I've wanted with half the effort demanded. I literally mean everything.

That's really unfair isn't it?

Yeah it kinda is.

That's why it's time to get hungry, hungry for success, hungry for friendships, hungry for fame and hungry for food.

Because I am solid snake.

BTW, on my scout uniform instead of sewing on my name, I'm gonna sew on SOLID SNAKE just for kicks. Expecting scoldings at every parade but lots of laughs from those that get it.

Yours sincerely,
-

While doing some chem and bio research I found this...



Yeah for once wikipedia gets it right. (oh yeah click the image to enlarge sorry)

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

I have received many emails about some idiot posting this photo in BME's tattoo gallery (Feb. 24, 2009):


http://www.bmeink.com/A90224/high/fxr2-samurai.jpg

The caption says:

Samurai
While spending some time in Japan, I was lucky enough to get the kanji for "Dragon soul" tattooed on my arm at a studio in Tokyo. The artist helped me translate the phrase into kanji.
(Tokyo, JP)

Hmm.... but does he really think it means "Samurai" or "Dragon soul"? The story is a bit inconsistent. Or does he really know his tattoo 外人 really means "foreigner" and is he just yanking our chains?

Anyway, it's funny either way.

FROM http://hanzismatter.blogspot.com/.

Took a good chill with friends, watching their behaviors around their respective counterparts, much like the Yin-Yang symbol, which my friend awkwardly likened to sex earlier today. The irony is that it wasn't very chill at all, in fact, it was hot.

How hot?

So hot that your skin cringes on the inside. Layer after layer of precious epidermis dying, burnt to a pitiful flaky crisp, only to slough off like reams of aged parchment in a centrifuge. Sunburn has its names, the ancients called it necrodermis, epidermal  sun exposure, hyperthermia, etc. But I call it bitch.

While we're conveniently on the topic of skin today. I pose a question to you wonderful folks, rhetorical nonetheless, to avoid all your sick psychotic thoughts. What may come of a man who has every pore on his body coated with an impermeable layer of antiperspirant? My best guess is heat stroke, and not the pretty kind.

My friend pointed out that all the liquid must escape from somewhere, that thought was truncated immediately.

Since I've just found out people do read my live journal, the least I could do is to make a post.

Not just any ordinary post, the most testosterone packed post in existence, the kind which demands crown jewels of a polished man, youthful in the ways of the world, the kind of man every boy wants to be but cannot for the circumstances he's in, mainly because such acts will get him arrested, most likely for outrage of modesty. However, Icarus could fly a distance towards the sun, the big ass ball of fire we have learned to love, before his wings were reduced to pseudo-soup. Today, I tell you about the distance, my distance in particular, prior to getting burnt. Thankfully, I didn't drown through a dark blue vein into the silty darkness of the cold unassuming sea of dreams. Because Icarus did, and for that he sucked, and for another reason, I don't.

WALK OF DEATH
36 kilometers in one night of misery, pain, laughter, horror, and with possibly every plot device in the world except for romance and sex. It's fun for the first 10 or so meters. A few steps outside the school gate will soon put things into perspective for a first timer venturer like me. A great distance is simply a pin prick of the cumbersome plastic-laminated map, thick and large, cumbersome to carry, slippery with manly tears and sweat.

I say manly tears because I've realized that men do cry, not that kind of cute sissy fits that their counterparts sometimes descend into but something more sacred. When men cry, it's one of 2 things, they're in pain, or they want to cause it. The former is understandable, a natural, still unfavorable, reaction to life's inconveniences. However, the latter. Ohhh the latter is something more primal but still undeniably complex. The kind of tears you shed when you're angry, when you want to hurt something anything, even yourself. The kind of tears when you're helpless, locked, dominated, perhaps even choked to death. Well I've seen it happen. Heck I've even caused it.

FIGHT OF DEATH
I'm going to leave the details shady on this one because I'm not exactly proud of what I've done. I'd like to say that it's the first real fight in my life, where my safety was actually being severely threatened. I'm completely not proud of it, the way I choked him, dominated him, broke him emotionally. If there's one thing that will save me from hell, is that I took an effort not to hurt him physically. I withheld all the punches I could have thrown, all the kicks that could have been swung, it was just control of another person not just for my sake but for his too. I'm pretty sure he was really shaken up from it and so was I. A fight's not exactly something I want to be in ever again. It's scary even if you're winning, it's scarier when you're losing. There are no guarantees and there's so much luck involved it's amazing people still bet on it. Still the carnal joy of adrenaline burning through your vessels is still that taboo forbidden fruit I've once loved.

Okay so my wingman and I had this exceedingly epic discussion on relationships and all. Well it's a little known fact that the absolute scale has been long settled (scale to rate hawtness) Maybe i'll post that some other time...

ANYWAY today is the unveiling of the Tear Tiers. Tears of JOY that is.
When love's around the corner and romance is in the air, what every young jedi needs is the Tear Tiers. It's hungry ghost month by the way so kudos to romance ><...

TEAR TIERS

Tier 1
Tier 1 is the lowest for obvious reasons. Friends that exist on tier 1 are basically the kinda friends you just wave at and say Hi. You don't even know their surname or details.

Tier 2
Friends that have potential. You have existed in Tier 1 long enough and you can now strike up a conversation. Go get em tiger. >< Tier 2 friends can be found on facebook, yeah you know, those bunch of guys you never talk to.

Tier 3
Well Tier 3 are MSN buddies. You can talk to them when you want, where you want but for some strange reason, you two aren't very close.

Tier 4
Friends. Normal friends. Like the kind of relationship you have with a quiet classmate.

Tier 5
Close friends. Friends that you've known for a while. Can be classmates, can be anyone! Just about the kind where you can call them on the phone with zero awkwardness.

Tier 6
Really close friends. There's no tension when you guys chill or hang. These are the kinda people which you tell almost everything too. ALMOST BEST FRIENDS. (best friends exist between tier 6-7)

Tier 7
Fresh Couple. The kinda relationship you get when you've just started dating. Actually who am i kidding, I've never really been past tier 6.5 before XD)

Tier 8
BF GF.

Tier 9
Oh there's more you ask?
More than a boyfriend or a girlfriend?
Oh yes there is. The Single's Couple phenomenon.
The kinda friends that get so very very very close that they're way beyond carnal relationships. Much like 2 singles in a couple? See that, that's a paradox (not paradogs)

HENCE, THE SEXY TERM OF THE DAY:
PARAROMANCE-Romance so paradoxical you can't really explain it. There's no kisses or hugs. Even if there was it'll just be for chill.

That's Tier 9 for you.

Hahaha it's 1am in the morning and everyone I've wanted to chat with is offline. I just want to say that I've had the most incredible weekend ever. Even as I spam my language arts essay, the beauty (or rather the elegance of the whole thing) of it just wants to make me replay it over and over again.

Then again multiple replays of the same thing always dulls it down and I like it perfectly the way it was. Transient and so incredible.

Friday.
Krit. Charm. Avery.
Wonderful time at Orchard doing things no-lifers do when they can't get tickets. Still, I was blown away with the MOST INCREDIBLE SWEATER EVER avery and charm got for me. I love it more than my shirt! Thank you all! Played an incredible game only to learn the innately pervy nature of charm and to find out krit stays 7 mins away (walking time :D).
All in all. Great night.

Saturday
Charm. Julia.
Had the most delightful time watching inception with charm! Got slightly mind-blasted by inception but EVER so slightly! :D Great lunch at subway too. Haven't had that in a while. Haha who am I kidding, I've never had so much fun in a LONG time. Watched salt with charm and julia, turned out pretty okay-ish but still good. Everyone left after that and I walked home from the MRT station. Kinda felt so fuzzy after 2 days. Totally one of those shower moments.

Sunday
Woke up feeling like the world's waiting for me. Saw a few messages on my phone and smiled and laughed. Went for aikido, punched an old lady (in the eye). Went home. Called my best friend in the whole wide world (the world really is kinda big huh :D), talked for ages about life, love and everything. Ended the call and felt perfect. Closure to the best weekend over.

Now as I sit here at my one-man after-party, I still feel like the whole world's just waiting for me. Maybe it's love, friends, Italian BMT, Frisbee? Hahaha neh, it's just the wind and the night. I'm quite sure it is.

16 years of life in this universe and here's what I've gathered, my life is governed by the fact that I'm being robbed every waking moment of my existence. Not just by the imaginary ninjas that stalk everyone's thoughts but by real THIEVES.

Well these thieves aren't just guys in black suits and balaclavas, they can be anyone, or anything.... but for the sake of simplicity I like to keep all my thieves as living people. Apparently I have 6 thieves in my life. See if you can figure out who goes where.

Thief 1
Now this little son of a gun steals my happiness. Well I guess I'm pretty aware that happiness comes from within but since I'm a lazy half-arsed idiot who refuses to face enlightenment let's just settle with this group of people that steal my happiness. How they do this? They make me rather sad. Or angry. (Though I like to think angry really is just an extrapolation of sad, or is it vice versa?) Thief 1 has that really annoying personality much like that orange-faced bastard on youtube. There's no keeping your happiness safe from this little shit.

Thief 2
Okay usual stereotypical thief here. This bugger goes after my cash. Hmmmm that being said I really don't mind him being around. I mean cash has to go somewhere but it'll be great if his father's sperm never met with the egg.

Thief 3
TIME THIEF. Stupid piece of crap. This guy steals as much of the stuff as possible when your eyes are closed. That's really quite despicable.

Thief 4
Oh I like this guild of thieves. They steal my sadness. Stolen sadness you ask? Sounds good, now where can you get these bunch of thieves to go through your personal un-belongings? Oh you can't. These guys just like to chill with me.

Thief 5
(Thief 5 has stolen this so... suck balls. XP)

Thief 6
Thief 6. Oh ho ho ho. Thief 6. I like thief 6. Thief 6 steals my gaze. Oh yes. Usually I'll just go hur hur but thief 6 deserves so much more so I'll go he he. Thief 6 is pretty. Not mansome but pretty. And thief 6 isn't korean so yes, kudos to realism XD. Thief 6 hasn't stolen my heart yet so I'm quite happy to just keep it gaze-only.

And thus concludes my band of thieves.