Screw MSN Messenger

That's right. Screw the most popular internet communication device, the most user-friendly computer application that allows interaction with people around the world, the program that has spawned countless emoticon and pretty font providing websites. Screw it all, I don't need that shit.

The main and probably only reason I'm saying this is the experience of starting a conversation with someone who is supposedly online and waiting to talk, ending in a long silence, with me clicking the "x" button on the window. I mean, what the hell? Its like talking to a piece of deadwood claiming to be a source of entertainment and company.



So, I've decided. I'm either calling or talking to other people in person, unless I'm talking about doing stuff on the computer or I know that the people I will be talking to will definitely be online. Dammit, with things so uncertain, I'd rather be spending my day playing CABAL. Bah.

So very messy..

My house is probably the best the place to live in, and yet is also the worst. Its got a nice sofa, comfortable beds, a decent computer, fantastic speakers, and so much music. It has books on almost every topic, a nice television, and it has a wonderful 18th story view.

Looking at this, you'd think: "Wow! he has it all doesn't he? Not too rich, not too poor." Beh. All this serenity is great, but it only needs one thing to mess it all up. The house becomes a place of agony, of indifference, of..annoyance.

I swear, all it takes is one person, one bloody annoying person. The sofa does not comfort, the bed does not give rest, the computer does not distract, the speakers do not drown out the sound. The books do not shut out, the television merely keeps the mind blank, the 18th story view becomes bleak and unclear.

Having to deal with this person is maybe the greatest trial I'm experiencing, she just gets more and more irritating by the day. The mere sound of her voice makes my teeth cringe. I know what it does. It gives me strength, tolerance, a longer temper.

Maybe there's a reason I have to deal with this crap. Maybe I'm going to have to deal with these people later in life. But how can anyone be so dumb and yet so joyously ignorant of her annoying speech? That pride, that pretense of knowledge and understanding. There is only one person like this, and I have to contend with this irrational and disgusting behavior.

She is only a maid, an uneducated, despicable maid, and yet she can continue to throw her stupidity around the house. She cannot learn, she cannot realise her own shortcomings. She is a grievance, and I have to handle her.

Pardon my complaining, there is much to express, and I'm freaking pissed.

I must be kidding myself

Ok, music? Check. Inspiration? Check. Energy? Ahh, not sure. This must be the first time this year I've updated, and although I'd love to think that many people are waiting on me to post this, it might not be true. The reason I'm not updating as much as I am now is aside from dealing with sec 4 business, I had extra curricular activities.

At the risk of sounding like a whiner, I have had to put on a baggy, dirty, supposedly fireproof uniform, which is 3mm thick, for three days, just so I can put on a baggy, dirty, supposedly fireproof uniform today, perform in a parade with spectators reaching a record number of 20, and after that sit in a stuffy, crowded hall for an award-giving ceremony which lasted up to 6.00. The worst part was knowing I had to come back for school tomorrow.

What I was truly thankful for, was that after all that crap, they gave us FOOD! Gah, the puffs, amazing, the cheesecake, orgasmic. Cheesecake should always be viewed with respect and wonder. I mean, how do you put cheese, in a cake? It is a delicate procedure, done with much sweat, tears and blood. Mike Rowe has never worked as a cheesecake maker, and he should be bloody thankful that he hasn't.

Anyway, since I'm already here, knowing that I forgot the original topic, I shall tell you something about my CCA. As some of you know, its called the National Civil Defence Cadet Corps, NCDCC for short. What we do is give first-aid, CPR, and fight fire. Beats NCC and scouts in terms of usefulness.

However, as helpful and relevant to daily life as it is, the CCA does not seem to be very attractive. I have just met the new batch of secondary 1s, and it's just so disappointing, its like knowing you're suddenly impotent. Like your suffering chronic impotency. Yes, that bad, you feel it don't you?

I can't wait to work these sorry little people into shape, just looking at them makes me want to die. When they wear their PE attire, I can see their stomach and nipples protrude out, forming a distinct shape, and they wonder why I want to pump them. Can you just imagine breasts made of fat? Its horrible. They need to get fit now, or it will be too late for them.

Below is a Isaac-eye view of my squad.

The duty of bringing these people up into great leaders is upon all of the sec 4's shoulders, for that I am grateful. Because of that, I can leave them to my stricter friends if they give me trouble. Once they've learned, I might actually teach them the proper stuff. Until then, sees you.