The internet is full of dumbasses

A long while ago, say, November 2007, I posted an article regarding my utter hatred for the Winx club. The post is still there and, sad to say, it has turned out to be the most popular post I've ever made, gathering a record 35 comments. How the hell did this happen? That was just a freaking rant. I didn't put much effort into it. There was no profound English, no display of practical wit and no intention for grabbing the reader's attention. Crap, there are so many other posts that I think were better than this one. I don't believe it. I can't believe it.

Eh, anyway this post isn't about the Winx Club, its about the comments I received. All these comments were from certain "anonymous" people. Despite the horrendous spelling, I continued to read on, intrigued by the fact that so many people have commented. Apparently, all the 35 comments had one thing in common.

If theres one thing I hate more than the Winx Club itself, its the people who continue to support it long after hearing rumors of its well-deserved cancellation. However, I am quite relieved that, after reading all their comments, the only people who actually like this dribble are idiots. The fact that every single comment had terrible spelling convinced me that people have to be that retarded to enjoy watching the show.



Not only was the spelling a complete disaster, the topic of the comment was even worse. They actually thought that I was the maker of Winx Club. I've never in so insulted in my entire life. Nuhh, don't cancel the show...Nuhh, don't give up on the Winx Club... How in the world did this happen? Why are there so many dumbasses lingering around on the internet?

All these incredibly stupid people think that I, Isaac Wong, 16 years of age, studying at St. Patrick's secondary school, am the maker of Winx Club, and that I am going to cancel it because I hate the show, as shown in the post.

Use your brain, you incompetent lot! First off, if the maker of Winx Club was going to cancel it (thus earning my support), why would he/she declare it in a blog, and a very unknown blog at that? I'm not as popular as Xia Xue or Kenny sia, you know.

Secondly, you can see my name right there at the top left corner. It says "the Isaac of Wong" so you don't have to address me as "maker of Winx Club". Furthermore, if you click my profile link, you will discover that I was 15 years old when I wrote that post. Yet, you happily assumed that I was indeed the maker of the very show I so despise.

Thank you for showing me the utter stupidity of a Winx Club fan. At least I can rest in the knowledge that only complete retards like watching this pathetic example of a television programme. At least be able to spell basic English properly before coming into my midst. Sheesh.

June holidays have officially started

Alright, lets get started. Chinese written O' Level is over (A1 A1 A1), remedials are done, my NCDCC camp, which lasted for three days, has come to a close. Out of these three days, I only had a precious 10 minutes to give commands to the new batch. Far too little in my opinion, I didn't even manage to punish them properly. Heck, I only scolded them once.

The next CCA training would be after the holidays. This is the first time I'm actually starting to look forward to attending. They say I'm a nice guy, so they won't let me handle a squad to myself. Bullshit. I was planning to make them run into a fence to scare the people outside. They want all the fun to themselves.

I swear, the secondary 4s get everything. On the second day of the camp, while the sec 1s were off kayaking and the sec 2s and 3s were on a hike, we got the whole bloody day to ourselves. We could do anything we wanted, and living 5 minutes away from school was very convenient. The night was even better, we got to enjoy making and eating barbecued food. This was not a camp, it was a freaking picnic.

Throughout the camp, there was this one song stuck in my head. I find it fitting to describe what I felt during these three days. Hey, I can be emo enough to use songs too.

Pink Floyd--Time

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but its sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in the relative way, but youre older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the english way
The time is gone, the song is over, thought Id something more to say

Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
And when I come home cold and tired
Its good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells.

Take a while to soak the meaning into your head. It isn't that hard to understand. I have about 3 days left before the church camp. I'm going to try and make the most of these few days even if there is tuition. Tuition sucks.