NOT EMO Also my 100-ish post.

Okay, let me just say, I am not emo.

And this is my 100th post...Or thereabouts. Yay for me actually writing shit and crap 100 times. And yay you for actually reading them.

I am not emo, once again.

I'm only schizophrenic, insane, depressed and maniacal.

Except scratch the last two. And the first one, and replace it with Schizoaffective disorder.


Anyway...

Tomorrow is Samuel's b-day party.

Okeeaay...

Can't write about something I haven't experienced yet, so not going to. But I think I can expect someone getting thrown into the pool.

Oh, it's not me.

I'm going to slip and fall into the pool. There's the difference, ya see.

Subconscious: We're trying to solve your inner ear problem, boss.

There wouldn't have been a problem is SOMEBODY didn't fire a stinger there.

Violence: Hey, I tripped.

Treachery: Yea, right. You had it pointed at me!

Violence: It was a coincidence, I swear.

Ha, I'll believe you in hell.

Anyway....

I dunno.

This is Schizo. OUt

Go to this site. It's about my primary school. I swear, some things never changed.

Okay, ranting is over

Alright. Time for something more humorous.

So, I went to youtube and looked up more videos by FluffeeTalks.

And one video got my attention, it's really disturbing, to some, maybe.

TO me, it's just so ridiculous that it's funny. Try searching for weird news articles, you're bound to find a few.

Like:

FISH SWIMS IN PENIS

MAN IMPALED THROUGH ANUS BY 30 CM LONG SPIKE

TREE GROWS IN LUNG

I swear, those are all true. I'll get around to them sooner or later. More likely later. You know, cuz I'm lazy and shit.

Anyway, the one that I heard about, and really got me thinking was this:

POTATO GOES UP MAN'S ANUS (Title may be different, but you get the point)

How the fuck do you get a potato up your ass, aside from doing it for sexual pleasure. I mean, come on!

The guy allegedly fell on the Potato...And it got shoved up his ass. He fell on the potato after falling backwards from putting up curtains.

I think you should know how the potato went up his hole.

Hanging up curtains while naked: Retarded.

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I think you got the implication.

He was hanging up curtains NAKED. That meant he was standing up naked while covering TRANSPARENT window panes.

God........

Schizo: Damn straight.

Subconscious: Hey, Logic, you still there?

Logic: Yea, why?

Emo: ....

Violence: I heard that.

Logic: Oh, him. On it *Revs chainsaw*

Anyway......

People who robs stores or people should have to be smart. You can't be an idiot robber. I mean, idiot robbers are those who fall asleep while stealing cars.

Or those who tries to rob stores with a STAPLER.

And those teenage car thieves who crap their pants (Literally) when trying to steal a car...A police car...With the officer in it.

Geez. The world needs more smart people.

~Schizo

God Must Hate Me

When my life feels like it's getting better...

It will always find a way to make it crap. ALWAYS. My life sucks. Screw you, at least you have your highs. Mine are all lows.

This year's mid-years are finally the exams where I felt confident that I would pass all, and pass well.

Well, fucking guess what? I passed, but all low passes, and I failed at least 1 subject so far. Damn it, it just makes the failure in life hurt more. Screw you, god.

Then today was NAPFA. I thought I could, you know, pass. Then after the first round, I started having pains in my chest, my lungs were straining and weirdest of all, my vision sorta had these black moments.

Then I failed.

AGAIN.

FOR THREE FUCKING YEARS, I'VE NEVER, EVER, FUCKING PASSED THAT DAMN 2.4.

I'm Not a long distance runner, 100-200m, sure, I can, 2.4km, no freaking way.

Sure, call me a wimp, sissy, little bastard, see if I care. I can take over three hits to the solar plexus, ten to the lower arm, two to the collar bone and five to the stomach, with three blisters on my feet and still keep going.

I hate my life.

It sucks. Hard. There's nothing good about it. When I came home, I felt naturally pissed. So I was talking in a more irritated voice, which is already good enough. Naturally, I'd be cussing, shouting and....More swearing.

And guess what, my mom had the nerve to say, "Well, maybe you should get off your butt and start exercising."

*Blink*

I don't know what to respond to this....How about...

HAVE YOU SEEN YOUR FUCKING ASS IN THE MIRROR LATELY!? IT'S HUGE.

Come to think of it, I've never seen her exercising. She calls cleaning the house and doing housework her 'exercise.' Goddamn, sure, that's exercise...If you do it consistently. GEEZ, you are not consisten with housework, otherwise we wouldn't have mount everest as a clothing dump.

Hey, and turns out that's my fault too, for not helping.

Well, guess what? I tried helping once and you asked me to fuck off. Those bins holding the clothes in? Yea, I built them. That sofa bed? Built by yours truly. The lamp? Wired up and assembled by me.

Well, except one of the bins. Come on, I'm human. I need a break. I spent nearly a whole day during my 2006 december holidays making those. So I thought maybe my mom could take on of the bins. Nothing too complicated, hammer work all the way.

Hey, she complained. Hey, my dad got pissed at me.

Hey, blame the kid. Always works. Always the best way out, just shift the blame to someone who can't shift it anymore.

And then I can't voice my anger to them. It's always a 'I'm your mother and you should respect me!'

Sorry, buddy, that doesn't work anymore. True, I should respect you. That doesn't mean I should have to take your crap and never be able to voice it out! I can't even talk to my parents anymore! I never know what's safe and not to talk about.

And yet they want to know why I don't communicate with them.

Fuck this shit.

They never say it, but I know they are very disappointed in me. Why? I have a sister that outshines me. I don't blame her.

I blame my parents who has seen perfection and won't settle for anything less.

Except my dad. He's cool.

You know what? I've had it with this shitty life.

Some people live to change the world.

Some live to do great things

Hell, some even live to do evil.

I'm here just to show people how not to live their lives. A warning symbol, if you like.

God, I hate you. Everyone says you're benevolent, but I don't think so. I don't even think you exist anymore. I used to think that maybe you did, felt good that there might just be someone watching over you.

Not anymore. I discovered the hard way that there's no one watching over anyone. It's a cruel world out there, and you just have to fend for yourself.

Again, God, I hate you. You made my life a living hell.

And I'm going to show you that's not going to break me. I'm better than that.

~Schizo

New MSN Screenie. The world's ending.

I changed my MSN screen name, it's a bloody miracle!

I know!

It's now not Catastrophic System Failure. That wasn't as catchy as I thought it would be. It's now Schizophrenia.

And of Tagboards I shall be known as Schizo. So take note, and don't freaking bash the guy who tags as Schizo.

With that outta the way....


COW TURD PARALYZES MAN FROM NECK DOWN.

Heard this one form my tuition friend, who heard form this Vlog on Youtube. Called Fluffietalks. Look it up. Guy's fucking hilarious.

Anyway, apparently a cow was being airlifted when it decided to take a crap. That crap fell and hit someone in the head and paralyzed him from the neck down.

Now, that's either

a) Karma was being a bitch
b) Wrong place, wrong time
c) He was Unlucky.

I mean, it's not like I can just walk out there and get hit in the head with bird crap and get paralyzed from the neck down, right?

Dude must have been like

"Hey, look, what's that, SHIT! *Get's hit*"

Dammit, he should've gone out in a more dignified manner. Getting hit in the head by cow shit and paralyzed from the neck down, that's God messing with you. Or the Grim Reaper was bored. Depends on how you look at it.

Dying because you sky dived, landed on somebody, survived and was run over by a truck...Now that's death.

In fact, that's retarded.

Schizo: Hey, Subconscious, watcha up to now?

Subconscious: Nothing much. Let's go locate and kill feminine side again.

Schizo: ...Cool. Let's roll.

Ignore those two.

Anyway,

Signing off.

Um..Yea...

Yea, yea, I didn't post in a looooong time.

Sue me.

Actually, don't. Screw this. Anyway, what happened today....Hmmm...

I woke up-

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HA! GOTCHA! You didn't really think I was really going to tell you what happened today, right? If I did, then I might as well write a diary and post it to everyone in the damn world.

Anyway...

Right.

Logic: What's right?

Emo: Not you!

Violence: Shit! SECURITY BREACH! TREACHERY! HIT THE GUNS!

Treachery: Hitting guns, aye, aye.

Emo: ...I should just keep quiet...

Optimism: This is Waco Two-five...We have bogey in our sights...Opening fire...

You guys entered the gaming section of my brain, didn't you?

Logic: We might have. SUPPRESSING FIRE!

Emo: GO, MY MINIONS!

Depression: Yes, my liege.

Could you guys tone it down a bit, I'm trying to blog.

Optimism: I got sights on multiple SAM batteries. Until you take them out, I cannot provide close air support, over.

Violence: SAM Batteries, noted. All troops, take those bastards out!

Tone it down, not make it worse, you douches.

Hatred: This is Alpha Tank Company, rolling in to assist.

Now you're just over-doing it.

Violence: FIRE!

That's it. I'm imagining....A nuke. A lot of nukes. And all heading towards you all.

Subconscious: I get to be the nukes! Yay me!

Violence: Fine, fine. We desist. C'mon guys, lets go shoot Emo.

Emo: Yea! Wait, what!? NOOOOOO-*Gagged*

Much better.

Anyway...

Shoot I lost my train of thought.

Violence: Who pressed the Short-Term memory button!?

Hold on. I'll post later.

I need to implode my brain.

~CSF

Exams, Exams, Exams. I hate you.

Okay, here's the thing.

I study usually at night, that's when I'm at my freshest. I'm freaking nocturnal. Alright, I'm in my room taking a break. My mom comes in and asks "DId you study your social studies?"

OF course, I replied in my usual 'Yes, Ya, did that already."

Then the dreaded question. The very, very, very wrong question.

"Do you think you can pass?"

Now how the hell do you expect me to answer that? SS is my worst subject, second only to Chinese. If I say 'Ye', and fail, I can expect a whole month at least of nagging about it.

If I say 'no', it will make her force me to study more. And I swear, one more look at my SS textbook and I will explode.

So I decided to stay silent. Hey, maybe it's the best answer. After all, it's neutral. It doesn't imply anything.

Then, she says, "Why suddenly the silence? Not sure is it?"

Damn it. Damn it.

Thank god she left my room. Things were about to fly. Sharp things.

Emo: Like my new machete.

Violence: Look, as much as I like to hurt you, it takes the fun out when you hurt yourself.

Subconscious: Or is that the point?

Emo: ....Damn it.

Say, anyone know where I can get a gun to shoot myself in the foot so I can skip exams?

...What?

~Caesium Flouride

*Blink Blink*

Two days without sleep.

Not a good idea...All I had to keep myself awake was dragonforce tunes blasting on full volume through my head phones.

Okay, the sound did keep me up.

On an unrelated note, I think my hearing just got worse. Damn that volume control!

Ah well, at the very least I got my SS and PoA homework down.

Tomorrow has PoA...Ugh...BEtter pack, assuming I don't zip my own hand into my bag.

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Shit.

SHIT!

FUCKING HELL!

WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO MY PoA STUFF!? DAMMIT! WHERE'S MY WORK!?

Ah well, just paper one. I can get it done by tonight.

I WILL DO TILL NEXT MORNING IF I FUCKING HAVE TO!

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!*Faints*

Subconscious: Sleep deprivation. Not a good thing.

Emo: Ah well. We learn something new everyday. Hey, did you know that Pessimism could be taken apart limb by limb?

Pessimism: I don't think that goes there. The arm goes into the socket closes to the chest area...Whatever that's called.

Violence: The scapula? Eh, I'm sure the arm goes here.

Treachery: No, no....What about that third arm?

Subconscious: ...You guys are idiots.

~CSF