ROFL my WAFFLES.

Randomnosity (Therefore hilarity) ensues.
...
..
That was a lie, really.
>>
<<
No, Really!

Right. I started playing MUonline again. It's pretty fun, but the worlds are limited. The private servers are extreme. 9999X Exp? Holy shit, do I even have to play?

But...No. I decided to play the 20X exp server. I prefer to actually work for my character. Which is now a level 29 Dark wiz.

Anyway, in other uninteresting news...

Got my Guitar back on Saturday. Yippee-yee-haw! The bridge was finally readjusted to standard, and now I can use the whammy bar much better. Though I should get to cleaning it soon...

On an unrelated (Seriously) note, I'm on the scrabble team to go straight for the finals.

Am I nervous? Of course.

Can I get over it? Well..Slaughtering Nazi ZOmbies and shooting down aircraft DOES help out A LOT...

Anyhoo...

Subconscious: Where the hell is Logic?

Violence: No clue.

Why are you two looking for him?

Subconscious: He owes me money and I have a body bag with his name on it!

Logic: Dude...I told you, it's emo that owes you money!

Violence: Liar! Emo is buried alive 8 feet down!

Emo: Ha! You thought you got rid of me but-

Violence: Deus Ex Machina again! NO!!!!!


~CSF

Wash, Rinse, Repeat.

Alright, I got tagged, so here it is. Rules are simple. You follow, and I don't have to waste cash to hire a Death Squad to eliminate you.

A) Answer these questions.
B) Tag eight other people you want to ruin.
C) RInse, Repeat.



1. What have you been doing recently ?
Playing Tom Clancy's H.A.W.X, Practicing Guitar planning world domination

2.Do you ever turn your cell phone off ?
Hell yea.

3. What happened at 10am today ?
Surfing the net, Guitar

4.When did you last cry ?
Question: When did I ever cry? 0o

5. Believe in fate/destiny ?
Obviously. When things go wrong, blame fate. Simple

6. What do you want in your life now ?
Currently? To just get approved to play MU by their admins. Long term...To At the very least be a Guitarist in a band, To-

7. Do you carry an umbrella when it rains or just put up your hood?
I don't use a hood, nor do I use an Umbrella. I run.

8. What's your favourite thing to do on the bed ?
Sleep. Read. Play PSP

9. What bottoms are you wearing right now?
Truthfully, Jeans.

10. What's the nicest things in your inbox ?
Um...Nothing?

11. Do you tend to make your relationship complicated ?
Relationships are like Maths problems. Even if they don't seem complicated, they are. So there.

12. Are you wearing anything borrowed from anyone ?
Uh, uh, uh....NO.

13. What was the last movie you caught ?
No idea. Too far back to recall.

14. What are you proud of ?
I managed to make a Lego Starship. around 40-50cm long. Hooyea.

15. What does the oldest text msg in your inbox say ?
Email: You have a new peronal Message (BZP) Handphone: No idea.

16. What was the last song you sang out loud ?
Audience of One - Rise Against

17. Do you have any nicknames?
CSF, TheLoserKid, Kay(K), Online Alias is KynTA

18. What does the newest text say ?
Some chain email bullshit.

19. What time did you go to bed last night ?
1: 49 AM

20.Are you currently happy ?
Since I pushed happiness into the pit of doom, I'll say no.

21. Who gives you the best advice?
NOBODY

22. Do you eat whipped cream straight from the can ?
FUCK YEA

23. Who did you talk on the phone last night ?
My Grandfather

24. Is something bugging you now?
Yes. Can't say.

25. Who was the last person to make you laugh?
Charles from Tuition today, Piao Min...Wait. Her laughing is contagious. GET IT OFF ME!

And the lucky eight people to get tagged are....

1. Piao Min (Eripmav)
2. Foiled
3. Nobody
4. Cliff
5. XJ
6. Nobody
7. Nobody
8. Nobody again.

Peace out.

~CSF

B and E

Okay. This has got to stop.

All this blaming on the innocent party is bullshit. Pure f#%@ing bullshit.

Games don't kill people. It's the idiots that play them that do.

Oh, you thought I was ranting about something else? Stupid, stupid mort-I mean person.

Look. I know games have bad reps for being the cause of social neglection, addiction, eyes burning and Carpal Tunnel, but they don't kill people.

Someone kills themselves. Normal day.

Ignorant moron1: Hey, mate, lookat this! Someone committed suicide!

Nothing new there. People end their own lives all the time. It's cool.

Ignorant Moron2: Phfft. So?

Then things go terribly wrong when one of them goes:

'He plays *Insert name of online game here*'

And everyone blames online games.

Geez. Stop it already! Fine! Games like CoD, Halo teach you to suppress the 'I don't want to kill' feeling, but that doesn't make you a damn killer.

IT sure as heck doesn't encourage suicide.

Idiot: Oh no! I killed myself with a grenade!
Idiot: Seems like a great idea! Time to try it in real life!

Every self respecting gamer knows that killing yourself gains a -1 point in Halo slayer mode. Moral: Don't try it in real life. You earn a -1 life.


Games don't make you run around gunning people down either.

Idiot2: Killing these terrorists who want to destroy the world with a nuke looks fun!
Idiot2: I'm gonna kill random innocents who did nothing now!

Look, that's way different.

I play games all day. Do you see ME going on a killing spree?

Don't think so.

Screw you for disagreeing.

~CSF

The Bus

I got ran over by a bus.

No, that's a lie.

I ran over a bus.

That's a lie too.

A bus ran over a bus.

Again, a lie.

I chased after a damn bus.

Lying again.

Now, the absolute truth is that the title has nothing to do with the main topic.

Anyway, today we had our Food Heritage Tour. Hold on. It needs some correction...

'Food heritage tour where the food is one meal and the rest is heritage.' Granted, the food was awesome. Then My friends and I had some sort of drinking competition....With lime juice. We can't get beer yet. D=

I swear, I'll be peeing green for the rest of the week.

And then a few had the eating competition. Last I check, highest was round 7.

Then we visited some temples....Refused to enter all cept for the last one, cuz I was forced to. I just don't like to enter temples, I mean, I might be an atheist, but I respect your religion. Just don't drag me to temples or churches. That's my limit.

Then back to school...

And after school...

Logic: Something bad happened?

Yea. I got ran over by a bus.

No, really.

I WALKED HOME, you idiot.

Logic: Oh.

Subconscious: I know-*Squish* UmmmffffMUMFFMPH

Hear something?

Violence: Nope.

Good.

Emo: I'm Baaaaaaack~Wait. WHY DO YOU ALL HAVE GUNS AIMING AT ME!?

Fun.

Violence: Hell yea.

*BOOM* *Krrckkrak*

~CSF

TOO DAMN EARLY

Hey...!

I woke up too damn early!

You know whose fault is it!?

Nobody's!

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Subconscious: He's going nuts from lack of sleep.

But I can't sleep...Heehee...

Violence: Ah bugger...

~CSF *Hic*

Ba Dam Ching

I got clawed by a crazy bitch.

I think I got rabies.

Wait. No.

Anyway, it happened yesterday during Chinese tuition. I just so happened to flick her card. It wasn't even a full flip, and if it was, I'm sure she would have tore my arm off.

Then I got clawed.

No Sexual comments, please. Or I will be forced to end your pitiful existence.

A knife may or may not be involved.


Anyway! I downloaded the new Nazi Zombie map. Holy fuck, it's tough. You have double the levels, and you can spawn in two different areas.

On an unrelated note, Kar98K > Springfield, Gwehr43 > M1 Garand

And the STG44 and the MP40 is a must have.

A shotgun may be used.

Okay, anyway...

I got to level 4 before I got overrun. Dammit, those Nazis really run fast when they're hungry.

They are slowed down when you blow their damn legs off. That's a good thing.

I just ran out of things to write! Ohes Noes!

Subconscious: Um...Is Emo here?

Violence: Didn't he get disposed of?

Yea, he did.

Subconscious: Phew! Man, one more doomsaying and I would've ripped his damn head off and fed it to the inferiority complex!

I thought Ego was on it.

Violence: Yeeeaaahhh....Can you chip in for his hospital fees?

What happened?

Violence: He got owned. Flat.

SHould've guessed. Extent?

Violence: Well..one broken arm, a broken shin....Internal bleeding, brain damage-Wait. The brain damage was there before. My bad.

Ah well.


~CSF

Enjoy it while it lasts.

Yes. I'm writing something.

Yes. I can write.

Yes. I can at least do something peaceful.

Yes. The world is ending.

You should welcome the horsemen. They're still sore cuz I beat them in poker.

Enjoy this text-wall.


I watched the Reclaimer and the Meddler crash onto the installation. Their craft slammed into the snowy ridge, overlooking a deep valley. Fortunately, both survived. The Reclaimer forged a path forward, while the Meddler brought up the rear. Both missed my terminal. Both walked into certain death.

Suddenly, I detected an outbreak near their destinations. No! The Reclaimer needed to reach his target. Quickly, I scrambled the Sentinels and placed them on high alert. No Flood would be allowed to compromise the Reclaimer's mission.

He opened fire with his weapon onto a Flood form. A primitive weapon, but effective in this case, as the Flood form wilted and tore apart. If I had a face, I would have smiled. The Reclaimer and the Meddler made short work of the Flood, fighting their way up to the Control Room. The Sentinels would mop up the survivors.

They waited outside the Control Room, fending off a seemingly infinite amount of Flood forms. I let off my equivalent of a huff of distaste. Despite my omnipotence over Installation 00, Installation 04 was still under that pesky 343 Guilty Spark.

I tired my best to replace the fallen Sentinels, but the flood were taking their toll. If nothing was done soon, the Reclaimer would fall.

And the Flood would have their victory.

No...I would not let that happen. Not after what I did. I was about to activate the Sentinel Enforcers when a red laser tore through a Flood combat form. I let off a sigh of relief. The other Reclaimer had arrived. Along with 343 Guilty Spark. The Doors were unlocked.

Time was catching up to me.

Silently, I locked all doors that would lead to useless corridors and rooms, carving a straight shot path to the Control Room, minimizing turns and corners. It wasn't long before the reached the heavy doors of the Control Room.

The dull grey metal seemed to convey a sense power and fear, even to me. Soon, I will have to steel myself for the greatest challenge of all.

Watching a rampant monitor attack, and possibly kill the Reclaimers, while I can do nothing.

Guilty Spark, as I had predicted, went rampant as a result of hearing that his installation was to be destroyed due to premature firing. Unfortunately, he killed one of the Reclaimers. It was the one in a weaker combat skin. The other Reclaimer opened fire on Spark immediately, assisted by the Meddler. Spark fired it's laser at the Meddler, depleting it's shields, but the Meddler pressed on. I was honestly impressed.

Suddenly, the downed Reclaimer lifted it's heavy weapon and fired on Spark, knocking it out of the sky for just a moment. Long enough for the other Reclaimer to take the fallen one's weapon as he fainted. The Reclaimer lifted the weapon, and fired on Spark. Over and over again until the Monitor exploded in a burst of blue flame and static.

Unfortunate, but necessary.

The fallen one had died, but not before handing the Reclaimer the construct containing the Index.

The time had come.

The Halo had been activated.

The Reclaimer and the Meddler left the area, just as the Control Room collapsed under the strain of a premature firing. Just as the exited the area, a swarm of flood entered. I cursed myself for letting my guard down. I tried to hail the Sentinels.

No...

They were beyond my control. They must be rampant, after Guilty Spark's demise. No matter. They would be too preoccupied handling the Flood. I diverted my attention to keeping the station in one piece, just long enough to get the Reclaimer back to safety.

They fought well, cutting through the Flood and Rampant Sentinels like a hot knife through butter. Soon, they reached a vehicle. Primitive, by my creators standards, but enough to get them off the ring safely.

It was time for my greatest challenge. I called upon every scrap of my willpower to keep the installation from collapsing beneath their tires, destroying pathways that would lead them to their deaths. The strain was unbearable, but then I thought back to my creators, and spurred myself on. I would not let their efforts be wasted.

They were nearing their ship. Just a bit longer. Then, with strength I never knew I had, I kept the entire stretch to the ship up, preventing their collapse. The strain was eating at my core. Soon I will have to give up.

Just a little bit longer. This will be my penance for my sins.

They made it. I relaxed, and allowed the platforms to fall. Next, I tried to keep the portal open for as long as I could, to allow the Reclaimer and his Friend a safe passage.

The Halo array fired. It also destroyed a large portion of my installation. My grip fractured, and the portal shut prematurely. The light. It flooded my vision. I have never seen such a...Beautiful light.

And so here at the end of my life, I do once again betray a former master. I'm not so foolish to think this will absolve me of my sins. One life hardly balances billions. But I would have my masters know that I have changed. And he shall be my example

I will tell you who I am. I am Mendicant Bias. And this, is what I have done.

So how do ya like it? If it's okay, I might consider posting one story per week...

Btw, that was a Halo Fanfic.

~CSF

You have yet to seen hell...

Until you step into a 189 at 7 f@*$ing thirty in the morning.

I swear, it's like the government is trying to weed out the small and puny ones in preparation of a perfect Fascist nation.

I'm serious. Anyone below 1.30m was in danger of being sucked into the crowd.

Subconscious: Fear the crowd. FEAR IT.

Yea, I think they got the point.

Anyway, I was standing as usual, because I'm kind enough to let others have the privelledge of a seat.

That, or I was too lazy to sit. I know, I am the epitome of laziness.

I thought it was going to be a quiet morning. Then I remembered the day.

Oh. My. God. It was a Tuesday. A weekday.

A WORKING day.

The bus stopped outside the market and my worst fear came through.

Logic: Was it-

Violence: *Shoving pistol into Logic's mouth* shhh...This is going to be good.

A flood of people surged through the door. It was like the Flood in Halo, only more in numbers.

If I had a shotgun, I would have opened fire immediately.

But I didn't. Phooey.

Violence: Man, if you'd asked, you could have had mine.

Damn.

Violence: What a perfectly good waste of death and destruction.

I know. I know.

MRTs are another one.

The only time you'll get a seat is either:

a) You actually go to the depot at 5 am and wait until the doors open
b) You're pregnant
c) You're above 70
d) You're someone that looks above 70
e) You're lucky enough to snatch a seat when someone stands up to leave
f) You're dying.
g) You're dead.

Okay, maybe not (f)

The train cars are like a moving cesspool of Carbon Dioxide. So many people breathing out.

Hell, if they dropped a whole MRT on a country, you could say that was the worlds first carbon dioxide bomb.

Violence: Let's do that!

Subconscious: Let's don't.

Logic: And say we didn't hear anything.

I hate public transport, not because I'm a spoilt little bastard, but because of the word public.

I actually have to be in contact with people.

I don't do that.

Heck, if they took away the damn word 'public', I wouldn't have anything to complain about.

Ah well, enough bitching.

Did I mention how much I hate hallmark holidays?

Holidays like Valentines Day, Christmas, Mothers Day, etc, etc?

I heard rumors that Christmas used to be a religious thing before Hallmark took over.

Also, was Valentines day ever about something other than the candy and the gifts?

Hallmark is ruining holidays by commercializing them. They could have stopped at Valentines day, but oh no. They had to go on.

Damn, they could take Valentines day, I don't give a shit. But taking Christmas...? That's a step too far. I'm no fan of God, but you don't go around taking a Holiday, slapping them on a card and selling them for profit.

Heck, all Christmas cards should be hand made, not bought.

Then again, someone could give you literal crap on Christmas and say 'It's the thought that counts'

A gun may or may not have been involved.

At least there's still days not hallmark-ized. VIVA LA REVOLUTION!

Subconscious: Okay, now let's all grow long beards, get a gun, and we can go take over the country!

Violence: Aw man, a beard? We'll look like terrorists.

Logic: Wasn't that what you wanted to be?

Violence: Well...No. I wanted to be a legalized terrorist!

Logic: ...

Subconscious: ...

Violence: What!?

Logic: Those are called soldiers, mate.

Violence: Ah, I see. Do I have to get a beard?

Logic: No. Maybe. Dunno.

Okeeeeaaaaayyy....Anyhoo...

I'm waging war against stereotypes.

Violence: Did you say war?

Logic: Shit.

...I shouldna said that.

Logic: Ya think!?

...Oops.

Violence: WARWARWARWARWARWAR-

Got him with the tranq. Have fun.

Anyway, the one stereotype I'm waging war on now is the 'all IT people are fat, weak losers with no girlfriend and life.'

Let's break it down.

Last I checked, not every IT person was fat. We're not overweight, except a few.

So we have: 'All IT people are weak losers with no girlfriend and life.'

We're getting somewhere.

Okay, not sure whether you got into a fight with an IT tech before, but some can really dish out some damage. Take into account that some work out.

Now we have: 'All IT people are losers with no girlfriend and life.'

Now, most IT people are rich. *CoughbillgatesandstevejobsCough*

And the Gamers are in the Major league.

Yup, definitely losers.

'All IT people have no girlfriend and life'

Okay, so you're saying that all female IT people are lesbian?

That's bloody discriminatory. Some are, but I'm confident there are some that are not. And some IT's have girlfriends. Did you bother asking everyone?

'All IT people have no life.'

We are alive, right?

Ergo, we have life in us.

We also have a life outside computers, contrary to popular belief.

So now, we're left with:

'IT people'

Last I checked, we don't have a CPU wired to our brains.

Now we have:

'People'

See? It works. Of course, it you want to be a douche...

'All IT people are possibly fat, possible losers, may be weak, may or may not have girlfriends/boyfriends, and might not have a life. Also, they do not have a CPU wired to their brain.'

That describes just about everyone on Earth.

I win.

~CSF

Emo: *Knocking on coffin* LET ME OUT! I'M SCARED! *Pause* OH GOD! THERE'S WORMS! LET ME OUT!!!!! *Pause* OH NO! WHY IS IT MOVING! STOP! PLEASE!

*Pushes coffin over cliff*

Subconscious: Hoo yea.

Last post of 'e day

I can hear you guys cheering.

Stop it.

I hate your happiness.

Just adding a bit of humor to this otherwise deadpan blog.

Subconscious: Damn right. Without us, this blog is like a piece of plywood.

Violence: *Pumps shotgun* Hell yea!

Enough, we get the damn point. Just thought it'd be interesting to have a conversation with you guys.

Logic: You're actually talking to us? I don't know who I am anymore.

Emo: THE END IS NIGH! REPENT! REPENT ALL SINNERS, AND YOU SHALL BE FORGIVEN!

0o. Okkkeeeeaaaayyy....

Logic: Oh, ignore him, he's all a prophet of doom nowadays.

Emo: Nothing has a point anymore!

Pessimism: Snap out of it bro! *Double slap*

-It's SUPER EFFECTIVE!-

Emo: (-14 hp) *slash*

(Depressing sound)

-It's not really effective...-

Pessimism: Ha! *Double slap! AGAIN!*

-It's SUPER EFFECTIVE!-

Emo: (-16hp) *Rock throw!*

(Neutral sound)

Pessimism: (-10 hp)-

STOP THE POKEMON FOR FUCKS SAKE! IT'S KILLING ALL OF US! GAH!

Emo: Well, Sorry, your highness. *glares*

My glare kills. *Glares back*

Emo: *Dies* Hey, I'm still alive!

Logic: IMMA FIRIN MAH LAZOR!

(Frrrzzzap)

Emo: Still alive!

Optimism: OHES NOES! USE THE ROFLCOPTER

FOR CRYING OUT LOUD! CAN THE INTERNET MEMES! IT'S FLARGING ANNOYING!

Pessimism: Contain the anger, you must.

Optimism: Emo...I...Am...Your...Father...

Emo: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Violence: May the force be with you, young padawan.

Treachery: The force is in you...

Great. Star wars. What's next?

Insanity: With great power comes great responsibility.

Spider man. NEXT!

Common Sense: -

Wait. What's he doing here? GET HIM! *Everyone tackles common sense, creating a new crater, called CS crater.*

Emo: MOSH PIT! YEEHAW!

Stop! Stop!

Treachery: Why? *Aims handgun at Violence*

Violence: *Blows a hole in treachery* Ahh...Nothing like a shotgun.

Okay. you know? Enough humor. Let's end this.


~CSF

Subconscious: You haven't seen the last of us, coppers!

Oh shut up.

Rise Against FTW

Two posts in an hour!? No one can live at that speed!

Unfortunately, I can.

Anyway, just tried playing a few Rise Against songs. Can't play any, cuz of their weird tunings. I mean, a Drop D, or Eb standard I understand, but a C# F# D...?? What the heck?

Oh well. I guess I can work on Audience of one.



New fave song. It sounds awesome, and the lyrics are...Really well written. MV is great, but stupid Youtube says it's not available in this area.

Bye again.

~CSF

Another Day, another Robot. Wait. What!?

Hehe... First day of the RoboFest today.

Had some fun, had some bad times, especially when our programming went awry. And when we nearly ran out of time. We still got 10 points, thanks to Julius' last minute program and Jonathans 'Magic touch'.

Anyway, most fun was after. Team and I walked to 7/11 to get batteries for tomorrow's robot, and then Macdonalds. And Julius eats damn slow. Almost like a snail. And he got jacked, and I recorded it. Mwahahaha...

Best part was while eating, we had this 'discussion' that he was actually a robot, and this happened:

Me: You probably drink motor oil, and engine parts. No wonder cars are breaking down these days.
Julius: Why don't I eat your parts? *Points in direction of my groin*

LOL!? Actually he was pointing at my phone...But still!

Then while walking back, another funny thing. I heard Longze say something, and I asked:

Me: What are you talking about underwear?

The Julius said,

'You mean you ACTUALLY where underwear!?'

OMG. That was the best part, and I recorded it as well. Watch out for 'Retard Recordings: RoboFest records'! Coming to a blog or two near you.

Anyway, got home at around 6.15 pm. Went to play the guitar, but I hate the new strings, have to re-tune the instrument everytime I want to play. Dammit. And it takes me like 15 mins, cuz this guitar really likes to detune itself. ==

Anyway, all for now.

~CSF

Mottos

Okay, so I change my personal mottos.

Depends on what's the ruling feeling. So...Guys, tell'em

Emo: Life sucks. And that's the truth.

Optimism: Life likes to screw with people. Trick to it is to show that you can't be beaten

Pessimism: What's the point?

Subconscious: ...What?

Apathy: I don't care.

Violence: Pain resolves everything

Treachery: Stab everyone in the back. Trust no one.

Insanity: All an illusion.

Ego: Be the best. Then stop there.

Logic: Logic over magic. There's a reason behind every action.

My...Alter Ego: Black and white. Right and wrong. Good and evil. There is no middle ground. Act accordingly.

Anyway....With that outta the way....


Now, I look at the Sec ones and go all 'Geez. They're being childish.'

Then the thought strikes me like lightning.

"Holy shit. Was I that idiotic and stupid?"

And the answer was a definite yes. And then I went 'MAn....That sucked.'

But, I've got nothing against the Sec Ones....Yet. If they stay out of my way, not provoke me, we're cool. If they provoke me or provoke anyone I care about(Lawl, since when did I start caring?), then they're screwed.

'Course, not gonna hurt them physically...That would be mean.

I know how to mess with people's minds. It's a gift....And EVIL gift...BWAHAHAHAHAHA-

Subconscious: Evil, off the controls.

Evil: NEVAH!

Violence: *Slides shotgun* As you were saying?

Evil: I SHALL RETURN! *Disappears*

Violence: Do continue.

Thank you both.

Got my Guitar repaired today. Bridge was all out of sych. Also had to get strings changed. Note:

FLOYD ROSE BRIDGE IS REALLY COMPLICATED.

To change strings, I need lessons. Seriously

Anyway, switched from my standard steel strings to stronger titanium strings. Only 9 bucks. Now that's cheap.

And got Tom Clancy's H.A.W.X.

Game's awesome. Not so keen on the graphics, but it's very accurate, stalling, damage, missile fire anims are superb.

Anyway, getting late. G'night/Mornin'

~CSF

Sorry for the stretch of no updateness

Had nothing to write. Till now. Be Very afraid.
Anyway...

This week has been particularly good-

Logic: Because-

*Stabs logic* Because it was.

Now it's the beginning of the holidays...If you count me having 2 out of the seven days I have free as holidays. Monday I've got makeup Physics lessons. Tues and Wednesday, at Rulang Primary School for a Lego RObotics session.

I can hear all of you brimming with jealousy. >>

Also, I've discovered, not to my surprise, that IT crowd is usually looked down upon, cuz we are not active, and we rarely do anything. And that sucks. The only time we are mentioned is when we win something, and that's not something that happens every fucking day.

Anyhoo....

Actually, I dunno what to write now. Wednesday, Tuesday, Today, Monday, Thursday were all more or less the same...

Gonna be bored next week. ><

-CSF

New com. YAY

Forgot to mention I got a souped up computer now.

New graphics card, new CPU, new casing, new sound card, more RAM.

Tried the The Witcher, didn't work. Bah. Not planning to play it much anyways. Gonna get Crysis or CoD: WaW for PC soon. =D

Also gonna see if I can borrow the discs for Fireworks and Photoshop from the school. Would save me like $2000+ If they do. If they don't....Gonna burn a hole in my pocket...

That's all for now.

~CSF

First quarter of the #%^@##%@# year

2009,

I hate you. For life.

2009: What the hell did I fucking do this fucking time, fuck-head?

Can the cussing. You are officially the worse year of my life. Along with 2005 and 2006.

2006: Welcome to the freaking club.

2009: Just because your life sucks doesn't mean it's my fault, m'kay? Grow a backbone, loser. And stop your complaining.

...Wasn't telling me that conscience's job?

2009: You're pathetic.

I know.

2009: And you suck. And you're arrogant.

...Did you just call me arrogant? Dude, big mistake. I have next to nothing for self-esteem, I hate myself. How does that make me arrogant? If I were, I would be a show-offy son-of-a-bitch all day, all year. Am I? I should think not.

2009: You just like to cloud your own vision with lies to make you feel better.

Emo: Take him out, sir?

No, no, let him speak.

2009: Also, it's because of you and-

Guys, pummel him, shoot him, drag him all around, I don't care. Have fun.

Violence: Yeeeeesssssssss......>=D

Eno: Yeehaw! =D


I hate this year. I dislike change. Sometimes it can be good, sometimes it can be bad. This change from 2e5 to 3e7...Is in between. In one way, it's good because well, I'm in sec 3 and all.

Bad because...I feel as if I don't belong in the damn class. It's not anyone's fault. It's because of my poor ability to adapt. I keep feeling that everyone hates my guts. Heck, won't blame anyone. I wouldn't like a friend who can, and will figure out what's going on in your head, what you're thinking.

Rubriks complex, I hate you. Inferiority complex, I hate you.

Ego: *In full knights armor* Prepare to do battle, o inferior one! *Charges*

Wait. Rubriks complex, stay. Ego, go for it.

Sigh...I guess I just don't belong anywhere, except out on the streets alone.

School: Left alone. Can't fit in anywhere.
Home: Feel inferior compared to everyone else.

Outside, alone: Perfect.

I'm the damn reason they invented the term outcast, dammit. I demand a medal. Or pie. Whatever comes first.

Forget the big question of what's the meaning of life and what the hell is the meaning of everything. I just wanna know where I'm not considered an outcast. Somewhere I will be accepted for who the hell I am.

That little, self-doubting freak with weird hobbies. That little nerd who couldn't care less if the world ended. That emo who couldn't give a shit if people died.

Please. I hate this. HATE IT.

2005 and 2006 were the catalyst of my slow descent to obscurity and insanity. I sometimes wonder what would happen if I never experienced the things that happened during 2005 and 2006. The many jeers and insults by my 'classmates'. All those derogatory terms and names. Did anyone stick up for me? I think not. It's a free-for-all world.

Kill or Be Killed.

Subconscious: You need to talk to someone.

Do I? Nope. I kept my emotions in check for a long time. I can keep them in longer. Forever, If I can.

Subconscious: Not a good idea, mate.

I know. But it's one that works.

All these conflicting emotions....I don't think I can handle keeping them in anymore. It hurts too much.

Why god, have you forsaken me?

Emo: Wow. Longest emo post you ever wrote. I'm impressed.

Shut up.

Subconscious: Come on man, work on it. Let one of your emotions out. Any one!

Happiness: PICK ME!

Not you.

Nope. Never going to. Too used to not feeling much already. Nothing gets to me. Ya'll here!? NOTHING.

My implosion is imminent. Keeping all these...'Burdens' in check is taking a toll.

But I will deal with it.

My problem. Not anyone elses.

Ergo, my solution.


Cognito, Ergo sum.

~CSF

Emo: Wow. Emo-ish post without my intervention. Something must be wrong. *Whips out magnifying class* It's up to detective emo to solve it!