I give you, The Mometer!

It's getting to be a pain in the ass, this one. I have no idea how it works so far, and neither does anyone. Johannes seems to be the only one who has a clue. *insert blue puppy here*

It's been a pretty generic holiday. Sitting at home doing nothing, then rushing out to school for projects. Of course, there are some perks to this kind of life (hint hint qio bu hint hint).

There's nothing much going on now, so I'll try and get some potential earth moving news to entertain you guys.

Sigh-lence is golden?


I don't think so. Kylie, Cancy and Rashidah weren't so sure though. After Kylie went to watch an extremely... peculiar movie called Little Miss Sunshine, she proceeded to debate on the effects of taking a vow of silence. And so they did. Cancy still holds a place in my... ah nevermind.


Their hair should grow back soon enough.

The following interview has been edited for.... readability. And with commentary.

Me:hey there. you okay if I interview you now? (Here I demonstrate giving her the illusion of choice.)

Kylie: hey. yeah it's okay

Me: ah... yeah. anywho

K:( interviewing me for what btw? just for fun yeah?)

M:indeed

K:okay

M:a man needs to update his blog reguarly (*cough* appreciation *cough*)

K:hahaha. i've read your blog

M:alrighty. first question. my blog's awesome, right?

K:the blogging is good yeah (There is hope for my debut yet.)

M:okay... now for the first real question. why did you decide to carry out this experiment? oh and by the way, this convo will be recorded

K:because i saw it in a movie. haha. joking.

M:silent hill?

K:the idea was from a movie, but the reasons are different.

M:what movie was it?

K:why, would be to discipline myself as well as to learn more about the effect of spoken words. Movie: Little Miss Sunshine. (Might I comment that it's a rather... unique movie. It's also pretty funky. The character that she got the idea from was somewhat of a side character, though all of the characters in the movie are more or less equally emphasized on.)

M:do you think then, that discipline is the act of restraining one's voice? that seems rather oppressive, don't you think?

K:it's not the act of restraining one's voice. but in doing so you can train discipline

M:ah. okay. another one here. why did cancy and rashidah do the same? they watched the movie too? (I've got to learn how to make them do that!)

K:nah they didn't. i kinda watched the movie and thought about doing it one day. then i told them (Oh.)

M:and then they just did it with you for the hell of it? (I've got to... nevermind)

K:they havent watched it. but they know about it and yeah
you think they found it weird? here's the movie trailer http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iNWRblcfoFw

M:aye. so how do you think your environment responded to your experiment? you think they found it weird?

K:yeah they found it weird. because well firstly my parents didn't allow me to do it at home. because they thought it was antisocial behaviour. and that it would ruin my reputation in sch.(They obviously haven't been here yet.) and that they just didn't like me daoing them.

M:did you explain that it was an experiment?

K:and they didn't think that doing things for the "experience" or to "experiment" was a good enough reason. (This could be a problem...)

M:okay... here's a pretty personal question.
have your parents ever considered you to be "lacking discipline"? (Whoa whoa we wah!)

K:hahaha no they have not. i don't know.

M:there was one time I saw rashidah using a notebook to communicate
and cancy too. you think this defeats the purpose?
what was the aim of your experiment? in one sentence.

K:to find out how one's self and the people around me respond to silence. (In other words, just sound, not communication itself, as she elaborates later.)

M:do you think that silence is just verbal silence, or simply not communicating at all?

K:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hYDQEmHqth4&NR=1
oh verbal silence. that link is a collection of scenes of that guy who took the vow

M:for how many days?

K:6 months or more i think. it's a movie (let me just say here that this guy is completely unrelated to me in any way whatsoever.)

M:so do you think your experiment was a success? (I fail to understand this concept.)

K:hurm. success as in i did learn a lot of stuff from it
not success as in i broke my vow a lot of times (Celiba- nevermind...)

M:oops . chinese oral, eh?

K:french (Ooh, kin- nevermind)

M:oh. that sucks

K:lol

M:ah. it's all greek to me. anyway, what do you think you learnt from this experience?

K:i leanrt that being silent makes people more emo (This here is very interesting. Emos tend to think that red fur is the fashion these days, and that no one understands them. Personally I think this is due to a lack of communication, or lack of attempts at communication. So much for being misunderstood.)

M:around you, or yourself?

K:hurm. myself. not the people around me because they kinda think it is quite cool

M:huh. alright. you would recommend this to anyone?

K:hurm. just about everyone. except people who really well like talking

M:i aplogise but I must refuse

K:hahaha. hurm. but it allows you to appreciate talking
but also gets you to like the silence (Interesting point here, about not talking allowing you to appreciate talking.)

M:ouch. thanks for the interview
anything else you like to say?

K:like there will be moments where i'll just not want to talk at all hurm. not much else?

M:alright. and by the way. everything you just said can and will be used against you
http://www.pressbackspace.blogspot.com/ (She still pleads not guilty.)

K:okay. see ya (in court)

M:thanks

And so there you have it. The complete interview with Kylie on her vow of silence for one day. There are some interesting topics up there that I would like to rant about.

For instance, how most people regard verbal silence as complete silence, Kylie's parents' reluctancy (and in fact, complete disapproval) towards her vow, and the appreciation of talking through silence.

This is all very interesting and I would like to discuss this with you, but I'm bored and needs me entertainment. Goodbye.

Fisherman's Fiend

I'll make it short and sweet. My bag got stolen today. Once again, I would like to thank Nintendo for making their consoles so resistable.

Ironically, it happened on a Sunday. But that's the part responsible for indigestion. Wait till I get to it.

Left bag at table. Went to buy food. Bag focuses chakra around body. And I was like "Whoa! You have learnt well!". That didn't last long though.

One family noticed me evading nitrogen, so they asked if I was looking for my bag.

Me: Yeah.
Man: She said one indian man came over and took it. (points to daughter)
Me: Whoa.

And we couldn't find him. However, there is an upside to all this. This guy won't get much out of the loot. There are several reasons for this.

Firstly, recent market analysis has shown that the value of erratic, half broken violet umbrellas has gone down. Therefore, a second hand, half broken violet umbrella (pant pant) will fetch negligible profit.

Secondly, recent religious devices, such as white-beige colored bibles, have included a search and destroy protocol that allows it to carry out the work of God. aka, totally anhiliation of the one who stole it.

Thirdly, recent studies have shown that not many citi/deni-zens of singapore are fans of Hitchiker's guide to the Galaxy.

Finally, market projections have shown that the value of half eaten Apple and Cinamon Fisherman's Friend lozenges have dwindled greatly. However, they do still serve the purpose of soothing the thief's throat.

"NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!"

Amen to that.

I will sur-wife!

The title is simply a tribute to all those who sacrificed themselves in run- battle. They will be remembered, and flowers shall cover their graves forever.

Plus, Gan is allergic.

Alright. I've been trying to get more sleep these days, instead of *cough* blogging about the damn problem. So I'm going to retire soon, and settle down in the countryside, then wake up tomorrow and study. Isn't life great?

The reason why my cracks lately haven't exactly been of World Trade Center standards is because of this. I'm going to have to be-itch about it sooner or later. Here it is:

I was attacked by Damien.

This is pretty old news. I'm also trying to keep it that way.

But I just find it kinda gay. Guess what else I found? Ah nevermind...

The thing is that, I've been giving puppies the gift of flight lately because of this matter. It's not so much what he did but rather why he did it. Damien's reasoning is that he's very stressed, so when I gave him the VR (we do this cool stuff in place of IR...... this window looks high enough) assignment for our group, he could only do one paragraph. alright. here it is... gave him one week. okay. he forgot... so er... gave him one night after I called him again.

Gave me on paragraph the next day. It was kind of a personal introduction more than it was a list of interview questions. After *cough* confronting him on this matter... er...

Did you know the throat is needed for breathing? It's true! Sigh....

Yeah. He kinda gave the jump on me. What also bothers me is that I was pwned in front of everyone in the concourse. Of course, the security guard has a gun, so I was saved. (*insert bullet deflection joke here*)

Now the disclaimer. I understand he is stressed. That's bad. What I don't understand is why I should get a piece of the pie. After this incident, we've grown so dist- er... I kinda think of him as the more stabbable sort, you see where I'm going with this?

Recently he attacked David because of an erased Pokemon savegame.

Damien, use Vice Grip!

Learn to relax buddy... I can't say it's not partially his parent's contributions that caused this though. They really have been crossing the line lately. He had a fever, then was just recovering, and still had a cough and BURNT HIMSELF in the shower, and his mom wouldn't take him to a doctor. No, a private doctor. Not that either.

There's one thing we can learn from this though.

"Sheesh."

Fic-ture Perfect



The days of the canon are over, and it is time to usher in the age of fanfiction. Or is it?



Let's face it. Fanfiction has been around for as long as any series ever existed. It started even with classics such as Alice in Wonderlan and Sherlock Holmes. And that it proceeded to infect just about every popular series ever published.



Internet, you didn't exactly make matters better.



And whilst it can be pretty much agreed that most fanfiction really sucks arse, there are several few that stand out among the crowd, sucking even more. This is especially true when it comes to anime and manga fics.



We at http://www.pressbackspace.blogspot.com/ have scoured the land for the most revolting, sh*ttiest and "rinsed and repeated more than Beryl could ever hope to do" ideas and fanfiction types across the internet (mainly just fanfiction.net). Behold, risk your eyes. Here they are:



1. High School fics- An insult to the holiest of holiest of anime and manga, behold, take the greatest cause of suicide in the world and plug in your favourite anime characters. Now watch as your favourite anime characters struggle to avoid drowning in a sea of homework, teenage romance, and high school fanfics.

The problem with High School fics is that, like many others, there are so damn many of them. Most of them usually include pairings, and the remainder ALWAYS includes pairings. And the problem is, that's just about it. Your sword wielding hero, or your orange jumped suited ninja living the life that you don't want to know more about, and just grabbing the ass of the nearest..... PERSON. (You know what I'm talking about, you bloody Yaoi fic writers)

2. Crossovers- Well, you've already bastardized one anime? Why not do two, or something of an entirely different genre? This one appears most often when the author doesn't know which one to mutilate first, so settles it via Democracy.

Viva la Revolution.

3. Script fics- Yes. Sometimes your favourite fan fiction authors out there are just too lazy to think of anything besides dialogue. So they settle it by doing this.

Samuel: They simply type the character's name at the front of every dialog, er... every sentence and proceed to type NOTHING but dialogue.

S: Sometimes, your authors are so lazy, they just type the name once and proceed to use a vague initial for the rest of the series or fic. This can lead to confusing situations sometimes.

*** naruto fan boys cover your eyes ***

N: You cannot change, Ramen. It is fate.

K: Asuma, don't go, I love you!

S: I love you, Naruto!

So there you have it. Three of the most overused ideas in the fan fiction universe. This has been Samuel persuading the prisoners, signing off.

Customer Com-pains

Hello there everyone. Regarding the last one hour, all I can say is: "What the Hell was that?". My bad. I meant "What the hell was that?" Slight religious error there.

Alright. My lappy's been known to be very erratic for the last year or so. It's currently been one and a half years since I first got it, but lately, we've grown a little distant. She's gotten all erratic. There was the first time, where her battery just fried for no reason, and she refused to go out with me. After a while, we got a new battery, and she was happy.

Today, she decided that it was futile to go on. You could say she stopped pressing charges. The charger screwed up.

It's been that way for a few days now. My screen would flicker now and then, because me com's display dims when you start charging it (like my face that time I was in court).

Then one day, it stopped working on the usual port. So I switched ports, and it worked.

Today, it just stopped working. And no, my hair didn't turn blonde.

I went into a frenzy, and having no respect for God, I swore a lot. I decided to back up my data but stopped halfway, and decided "you know what, screw you. I'm turning you off right now.".

The manual is a piece of shit. It tells you to turn off the computer and try again. I still can't believe that even though I was saving gas, I said "I've turned my computer on and off so many times we're going to have a divorce, you bloody piece of..."

Sorry God. If you have an internet connection, I'm really sorry for swearing all the time. Amen.

Then for no reason at all, I just kept the charger and put the lappy back where it belonged. (R2-D2 saves the day!)

Then for no reason, again, I tried to use the charger on the com without the battery. WTH it worked. It was underage, but it worked! And then I turned it off and tried it with the battery. WTH it worked! None of them got caught and they worked! It's amazing. Two possible things I could have said at that moment:

1. What the hell.
2. Hallelujah!
3. 1 + 1..... that's a good one...

Regardless, I'm glad that she's working again. Now I can spend some time with the kids.

I've been reading Ju- er... NIGHT WOLF's blog for some time now, and I can see that's he a very emo person. Either that, or I'm not the father. P'raps I should interview him?

Which reminds me. I got damned pissed about Gan and Darryl winning the 24 hr competition. in different teams. yeah. It's rather complicated but here goes:

1. Competition announced. I ask if they want to join. They bue song.
2. During VR session, Yuting comes and hands up forms to Ms Tan. Me=WTF
3. Interro- Ask Brother wa si mi? He say he no choice. I say, like that, I also no choice liao. He oso say comp IT club only one. Still not explaining situation.
4. Ask second brother Darryl wa si mi? He say, brother, I don't want to join one leh. I say, then you tell me then I join mah. He say *insert funny face here*. IT club only thing still does not explain situation.
5. Weeks later, word comes in both teams win comp. Kills brothers second time. Later starts killing innocent balloons.
6. Wait a while everything okay again. But IT club only thing still does not explain situation.

Anyway, Yuting tells me there's a Roving DV competition coming along soon. By a cruel twist of fate, the comp is limited to certain clubs only. This is just bullshit. Or so I thought. I found out the comp is hosted by MediaCorp.

This is bullshit. Why are we sacrificing innocent paparazzis?

The Roving DV comp makes students do MediaCorp's work for them by making documentaries about anything they want, submitting them, and if they do win the comp, they get to have their documentary put on air.

And the comp is limited to the IT and Journalism Clubs only. Joy.

Don't get me wrong here. While I am glad that the two clubs are finally doing something, I still don't think it's entirely fair that only they get to participate. After all, the competitions are open to anyone, right?

They don't say " Teams of students from your school's IT/Journalism Club", right?

It's been this way for a while now. It was that way during the SVA, and it's stil this way.

I'm still pondering about whether to join or not. Anyone else out there thinking of joining? it'll still take some negotiation (or as JS would say, parley) to enter the comp.

This is the day you'll always remember, as the day that you almost......... no wave? no wave? okay.

Marrage is a horrible thing.

Hello there everyone! Are you ready to sing? Come on... let's go!

I would seriously like to start revealing the conspiracy about the House of Horror, but it seems that the tongue was meant for tasting after all.

Plus, its up again. So I'll have to wait till its over. Again.

I would just like, however, to make an honorable mention for the Horror House. I'll try to minimize the spoilers in the **** part, but then here's the main deal.

The Horror House isn't some open ended deal. In other words, these guys are the complete anti thesis of exams. In fact, the whole Horror House is rather like a play, but with you as the main character. (For those of you who get water from the strange metal tubes sticking through your walls, the Horror House is run by the Drama Club)

The first thing you'll notice about the Horror House is the decor. Very cliched, but it works. Dim orangeish light fills the first room, and cobwebs and dissected animals are suspended in glass jars. (Anticlima-tip : Comment on how dusty the place looks. Try to sell them a some detergent or floor cleaning agent.)

I won't cover any decor on the second part of the Horror House, since there's not really any decor in there.

The second thing you see are the characters. As I've said before, the whole layout of your Horror House adventure is highly innovative. You're simply a character in the story, instead of going into some linear maze with sexually confused ghosts, there's actually some goal for you in this HH.

The characters manage to bring that out perfectly. With an Adam's Family-esque cast, you are presented with a vague storyline that somehow works, even though there are plenty of dark pits in it. Not that it bothers you, since you'll probably be thinking of whether ammonia comes off in clothes detergent.

The costumes are just spot on. The characters in the first part of the HH wear costumes with a distinct Gothic style. It's all down pat. Laces, frills, that sort of thing. It all creates the proper atmosphere. Without these costumes, the HH would be just the Drama Room... After the holidays.

And the third thing I can tell you without making you a clairvoyant is the music. The music in a certain part of the HH distinguishes itself as the main enemy of washing machines. It sounds like a drunk choir, and it actually works. Nothing is scarier than a drunk choir...

Spoilers HARRY end POTTER here DOESN'T .DIE

Well there you have it. I've been wanting to review the HH for quite some time now.

This score isn't based on the previously written stuff, since it's incomplete, and my score may not be very accurate, since most of the time I was "persecute(ing) those who would try to steal my Millenium Key", but here it is.

We at Ex-Play give this Horror House 5 Goths out of 5.

Stale haven't updated yet?

Greetings there, fellow earthlings.

It has been a while since I even bothered to open Blogger, and I can explain this. It's not what it looks like. Youtube is just a friend...

Alright, So I haven't been blogging on Youtube. I have, however, been watching the videos of this bearded fellow who calls himself Blunty3000. A very perspective guy, or at least, he used to be. I went back in time and took a look at his older videos. Those are, for some weird reason, a lot better than the videos he makes now.

Somewhat angry these days.

He did, however, mention he was suffering from clinical depression after a work-related... ACCIDENT, so that could be understandable.

Enough about Blunty3000. These few days, I've been feeling a little bit... Unsamuel these days. I can't seem to make a good reference, and I only pull off a good one occasionally.

I figure this is one of those sleep deprivation problems.

I hope she understands... (Score, baby!)

Alright... These few days have been rather hectic. First, there was the silly Art Camp, which I'd rather not talk about (They're watching, after all).

Then there was school.

And Brother is running for council. Do not ask me which Brother, because it doesn't really matter. It seems like everyone I know is running for council......

I wonder why mom isn't home yet?

And the most unexpected people too. The kind which you expect wouldn't give a sh*t about stuff like politics and changing the face of the school.

It's really amazing.

I've requested that Darryl let me be his campaign manager.

While I've been low on laughbohydrates lately, I've had a lot of marketing ideas. Like ideas for chocolate flavoured milk, and random assorted stuff.

The choc flavoured milk thing involves Hitler. See how sleep deprived I am?

I figure that while my brain is low on wit, I'd just relatively shut up for a while.

Mom broke my telegram.

Return of the Bling

While it is a truth that I am not really bling, a man can dream, can't he? *Blink* *Blink*

Anyway, it's been a long while since I last blogged. I kept thinking, "one hour is enough!", so here I am again. It's probably because of the recent tight schedule, what with cross country, and the new play performance, and tests that march from Isengard that everytime I want to get up and blog, they scream "You shall not pass".

And then there's Gandalf. Battle for Middle Earth is time's worst enemy.

I must warn many of you before I continue though. This Monday, you may see one of the world's greatest abominations on this website. I shall be forced to blog in Chinese. Though I tried to parley, it didn't really go as planned.

On a completely unrelated note, it's not that easy to type with your nose.

We have an encore performance coming up soon. I'm sure we all remember that kickass play that I kept ranting about. Well, your suffering's not over yet. We're having an encore performance on Thursday. It's going to be twice as kickass. How should I put this...

It's going to be like the release of the PS3. For instance, it got postponed time and time again. And it also was a major letdown when it was finally released...

...

Maybe I should compare it to something else.

Anyway, come down to the theatrette this Thursday for that performance you missed. Please also remember that we only have change for small notes. Thank You.

And on another completely unrelated note, the Stomp issue is getting a bit out of hand. Either that, or it's getting under control. I'm not sure. More people... er... people are becoming aware of exactly what happened, but at the same time, there's more hullabaloo over what happened.

For those of you who live in Rock Avenue, someone apparently told Stomp (that shitty little news portal) that we polluted East Coast Park during our Cross Country run. If you care to read the "news" article, here it is.

http://singaporeseen.stomp.com.sg/viewPost4345.aspx

If the article was even the slightest bit professional, it could be forgiven. That way, we don't lose our reputation, and I can save some .50. In this case, however, you can practically drown in the article's sarcasm. It's just insulting and as if that wasn't enough, they slap the label "NUS High Students" on all of us. Those who didn't litter are still dragged down with the rest.

There isn't even the slightest mention of how there was rain after the event, and how the Year 3s were barely given time to catch their breath after the run, before being dragged off on an even more... less peaceful game of Cabadi.

Johannes 1, Rasputin 0 by the way.

There's one good thing that came out of this whole shit though. We all agree that the tard who leaked this news to the public is... well.. a tard. A lot of controvery has sparked over whether the report he gave was accurate... what should be done to hi- er... what should HAVE been done to HIM, and what we look like in the public's eyes now (besides fear).

It's said that the mole is a NUSHs student. While I'm more content in believing that the mole is a complete and total asshole, the former may be true as well. It seems rather confirmed that the Stomper was a NUSHs student, since even our mentor talked about it, and when we bashed him based on the assumption that he was from our school, she didn't correct us (since Shawn agreed too). Either it's true, or she's just as ignorant as we all are.

There's also a lot of shit flying over the information given to Stomp. Some say the bottles were already piled at the trees (the garbage bags were there, and some of us are trained in the Imperial Stormtrooper Corps), and that the chances of the bottles germinating heathily were not as high as it was said in the article.

Stomp is also apparently trying to cover their asses, so I think I'll give them a mask one of these days. They're coercing the mole into making a public apology. Who the apology is meant for, I have no idea. I don't know if they want him to apologise to them (Why the hell for, I also don't have a puppy's paw) or to apologise to us, or to the public (I also think no blue puppy is needed here). Whatever it is, it just seems like their trying to shift the blame somewhere else instead of taking responsiblity.

Yes, the ass-mole did give them an allegedly inaccurate report, but then they could have chosen not to write that article.

Who do I blame then? I blame Stomp. I blame them for not thoroughly checking the "information" they get. I blame them for not having the sense to think what this article would do to our image. I also blame them for trying to shanghai their way out of this. Jack Sparrow they ain't.

And we here at Ex-Play give Stomp 1 plastic bottle out of 5.

Yes... Yes... Take debate...

A clash of intellectual beliefs, or just plain bitchin'? Aye. Tis which I speak of is the feared debate. Alright, so a debate is bad enough, but then add literature into the equation, and you get an exothermic reaction that doesn't know when to stop.

It all happened when Ms Adeline Koh (the Awesome) declared a debate, in which three groups would battle for supremacy, or just slap fight, their way to argue for three different art forms. The three lucky winners are: Poetry, Drama and Prose.

Prose is novels, short stories, wills... you know, anything that's not poem-ish.

Team Poetry:
Samuel
Kylie
Kylie
Kylie (she counts as three because she's so imba)
Jensen (Yes, the inquisitive Jensen)
Leon (Not the coke Leon, not the horny one, the other one. The relatively eighing scale friendly one)
Jie Hong (Shut up, all of you)

Team Drama:
Brenda
Some guy I don't know
Some girl I don't know
Enough people

Team Prose:
Kenneth
Andy
Kenneth and Andy
Rashidah
Darryl
Darryl

So here was the lineup:

Jensen did the intro. I must say he sort of flipped a bit. It was a little unnerving. Somehow, we initially thought there was the dying obligation to accept every single POI (Point of Information, aka bullet) sent your way. Jensen did just that, unfortunately, since no one knew, and that threw the intro off balance. He did apologise, and we did accept the mone- apology.

Leon promoted the unique factors of poetry. This includes taking vocal effects and rhythm into consideration and what not. Leon is an excellent marksman.

Leon 10
POIs 0

I addressed the problems with poetry. Very shitty. Couldn't concentrate what with suddenly having to get up there. Oh well...

And the rebuttal round was just chaos.

Don't take the gag out until Jun Yup's settled down a litte.

okay. There were no definitions of the word "superior", and there was complete chaos. So much so that I was able to shoot down the Drama team. (after recovering from my Kenneth wounds)

Their intial argument:
Poetry can be less easily understood than Drama, and therefore the reader will get nothing out of it. Drama may not be fully understoof but they may just get the storyline, which is better than not getting anything at all.

Later...: (They were feeling nice):
There is no point in reading something and only understanding part of it.

Whoops. Own goal there.

Man of the Match: Jensen, for putting the goalkeeper to shame. Thank god WE have a subsitute.

Sorry Jensen, but you did score some own goals there.

Shall not mention anymore. Spam tomorrow.