"The wonders of technology."

This post is proudly constructed via the advancement of modern technology, and just that last sentence took five minutes to type out.

You have done it again, good chap.

Here's to my first and hopefully last post with a PSP.

Note: This entire post took 18 minutes to access, load, type out and publish.

"Don't friend you, liao! =P"

So I've just discovered this wonderful thing called Facebook.

Okay, so I'm alittle slow out there with all these weird thingamajigs; I actually thought that Facebook was a spin-off from the largely twit-popular social website that spawned from the pits of hell. And no, I will not mentions its name- It's not worthy enough. All I can say is that it starts with the letter F, and ends with the letter R, and rhymes with "fucker". *cough*

I was pleasantly surprised. I didn't have to write nonsensical testimonials for friends, nor did I have to pray for my friend-counter to increase in order for me to look "popular". Instead, I was invited to... as of count, 15 games. Yeah.

Fifteen.

Pets.
Ninjas vs Pirates.
Fight Club.
Haikoo Zoo.
Super Poke.
Human Pets.
Make a Baby. (I was -very- disappointed.)
Pirates.
Vampires.
Slayers.
Werewolves.
Zombies.
Water Fight!
Hobowars.
Warbook...

...I think there's still more.

What the fuck.

This is like Bonus.com, only better.

When I came online, I immediately got challenged to a fight by Mavis. Of which I lost horribly. Then I fought with Kayre. I died a death worse than... death. Then later on, Bernie had aliens abduct me, while I performed Sharon's vasectomy... and sticking chewing gum into April's hair, fighting Nimi with a light-sabre, bored Aaron to death with an old man telling stories...

... Lost yet?

Yeah. There's just too many damn things to do on Facebook. I sincerely apologise to everyone who I've mocked for having a Facebook addiction, because I find myself developing one myself. The games are too damn fun.

So, I was having tons of fun biting people with my werewolf, until some idiot that I didn't know came up to me and -added me as a friend-. I didn't know who he was, nor did he. He just wanted to "make friends". Right. I splashed his sorry ass with my 100 oz. water-filled fire hydrant, and deleted him from my list. Mwahaha.

Talk about weird people.

Then later on, a friend comes up to me on MSN, surprised that I actually joined a social website. It went something like this...

Friend: "You joined?"
Me: "Yeah. Join and add me as friend."
Friend: "Wtf."
Me: "??"
Friend: "Never thought you were the type that would actually be like this."
Me: "Like what?"
Friend: "Friend-whore."

Okay, what the fuck is a "friend-whore"?! One who participates in copulations with close aquaintances? Yes, please.

Since, you know, "the whole point of all these is to see how many friends you have".

Right. *rolls eyes*

He didn't see the point of creating a Facebook account for another social debacle, just because he feared that he would turn into a "friend-whore" like me.

Oei, harlo. If I consider you a friend, then you are a friend. If not, I wouldn't even bother talking to you. I add you because I want to -keep in touch- with you, not increase my friend-count, can? Anyway, don't add you, add strangers meh?

Because "I want to be friends with you". EEEEEE.

Think I'm like some people ar, must get 200 friends by the end of some period of time, meh? (True story.) I'd rather have my Fluffy-kins at level 20, my corsair pirate at level 80, and my foot up your ass.

Don't make me throw my hot potato at you.

So after he 'added' me as a friend (I can be pretty persuasive), I proceeded to bomb his sorry ass in Warbook. And Hobowars. And my entire werewolf/vampire/slayer/zombie entourage. It was to the point of which I had nothing else to throw at him did I "throw flowers" at him via 'SuperPoke!'.

That's what you get for being a douche.

Welcome to Facebook, friend. =)

"What to do now?"

The results are out.

I'm utterly disappointed.

And that's all I have to say.

"I'm haunted by the fear of failure."

I'm finally done with the powerpoint slides and the videos for the Oral Presentation due tomorrow morning. Went through the scripts like, I don't know, twelve times?

Yeah, I'm -already- relieved for Project Work, even though one of its most significant component has yet to be completed. And to think I've been so indolent.

On the other hand, I'm more freaked out by the aspect of receiving the results for the promotional examinations. Yes, it's due tomorrow, 5th of November. You guys know the reason why the results are released so late.

*coffsopeoplewontbailonpwcoff* Yeah. Sorry about that. Bad cough.

It's quite a new low I'm getting right now, with the fear of retaining looming right before me. The rumours I've heard make me piss-less. <10% pass for Economics? <50% pass for Mathematics? I refuse to believe it... I think.

I've had enough punishment for now. The past weeks have had me drowning in self-pity, over my poor performance during the promos. I'm not blaming fate altogether, but urgh, this year is, and I quote, "so damn fucking suay".

Who would have thought that after mugging your ass off for Maths and Physics, you'll fall sick halfway through? Illnesses and examinations don't mix well. And even when I went to see the invigilators for an excuse (albeit a pitiful one), they tell me "there's nothing else we can do- you've already completed the exam". And I'm supposed to provide a medical certificate to certify my sickness. Meh.

Hell, I don't even think I'll score for Lit. It was said that the results for H1 Lit was released alittle too early, and when checked, I got a C. It wasn't really my day.

That, and I don't know how to face my parents. Or the rest of my family, for that matter. Ego aside, I feel that I've failed myself.

Self-persuasion (read:Delusion) has helped once again, but I doubt optimism exists within me anymore.

[emo] I don't know, really. I really don't. [/emo]

Bah. I've considered my options anyway.

Bad?

If I do not make it, I'll transfer to another school, hopefully they'll accept me into J2. Stamford Raffles JC, I hope. It's a drowning-in-a-river-straw-clutching move, but desperate times do call for desperate measures.

If not, I could always try for private schools. Take private A's, get it over and done with.

Or maybe consider Poly. Maybe, just maybe.

Good?

If I do actually get another chance at taking the exams again (in the form of Provisional Advancements or Sub-papers), then that'll be hella great. I've learnt my lessons. Constancy from now on. And purpose. *snort*


But who's to know? It's said that 'they've already decided on ya', so there's 'no point worrying about it anymore'.

Okay.

I'm just crossing my fingers really tight now.

And it hurts.