11 posts from April 2008

100 push ups
100 sit ups
100 crunchers
100 back raises
2.4km run time 12-13 mins
50 45kg arm curls
100 squats with 20 kg
20 mauls
20 rugs
20 knocks-offs
2 energy shakes a day, no other solid food.

Sounds draining, tiring and terrifying right?

I did it all in one day. I feel like Hulk, the whiter version. The one with muscle cramps, sores and chaffed thighs.

PT (physical training) for rugby is torture. But the end result is 100kg and 28cm biceps..

Ps: to my mates from TPSS and SJI : anyone want to meet up for lunch or dinner this sat?

Day 26. 1800 hrs.

Meeting at undisclosed location with board members.
"King" arrived first as always.
"Accountant" arrived 31 mins late due to "traffic delay".
"Bishop" came in right after the "accountant".
Three members discuss about their current situation and the short duration of time when they cant meet due to security concerns. "King" is currently well and dry. "Accountant" is now the most powerful member of the board. "Bishop" does not start till June, nothing to worry about. All three however seem to have a small trouble with "Cabal". "King" absolutly hates "Cabal", as "Cabal" seem to have a problem "finishing the job". After much disscussion, the trio celebrated with food and drink.

Day 26. 2000 hrs

Minions arrives. "Tom" "Dick" and "Harry" were given insrtuctions to be fullfilled before the next meeting. "Cabal" is to  be rid off.

Day 26. 2200 hrs

Meeting dismissed. Each member left in different routes.

Note:
Board member "Fisherman" did not attend due to legal trouble. He has fled the country and is hiding from authority at an undisclosed location.

1. I am for once happy.
2. I am currently the one with the most A's in the class
3. I got into the school's rugby team. Woot.
4. I see hope for my future relationShips. Or it could be a train or a plane.
5. Things in class seem to have calmed. But it seems that this a only a lull in the battle for the power.
6. I feel like Jesus, I do good things(help team get A's, help other teams get A's, perform miracles, walk on water, etc.) and people in class hate me.

Today is the last day of rugby try-outs, I kicked, mauled, taclked and bit to get to the team. Went home with a limp leg, lacerated hand and a brusied face.(Bastard punched me). Of course, I seriously hurt someone again. I broke a guy's finger, can see the bone jutting out........his in the hospital right now.....maybe I should really cut back on the anti depressens.

But who cares I got into the team. Poor bastard, he didnt. HAHA!

This is the third major good thing that happened to me. First and second are secret.

Great day yesterday. BBq, party, pool. Food and fun was ok but the main celebration was that Winnie came over too. Dont worry, I am not drunk and Winnie is not a pooh. Not much contact with her for a year already(only though phone).  She went though a pretty big change. More mature(hey,hey,hey,stop imagining things), more wise and more attractive. Caught up on alot of things. She is still her old playful self. Hopes it stays that way forever.

Hey, it's me again. I know it has been a long time, so I won’t charge you the consultation fee. You are dead drunk in the afternoon and I think you know why. Your whole life is a big mistake and you know why.

Think of this blog as your life. You speak what you think but no one really cares. You have a good friend that is either dead or missing.  You added a total stranger into the fray because you are lonely. And of course you have a big nameless friendly company behind your back called “Vox”.

Let me tell you what you are: you are a proud, selfish, neurotic, honest asshole who never gets invited to anything; you are the guy at the back of the class that people bring up at reunions saying:”what an ass”. You are a pretender, you think that people passing judgement on you doesn’t affect you in any way but it does. You are the guy that is more intelligent than an average man but has less sense than a retard; you are the guy people joke and point and mock at; you are the guy who is labelled “pervert” “arrogant”, “ogre” and for some reason “someone who spell disaster in your life”. You try and boost your confidence by earning money and getting knowledge, but secretly worry about the size of your own penis. Sure you have the cash; the jealous people just start rumours that you are buying friends, you don’t dare use it and when you do, you lose money on the market.  

People are stupid, panicky, hairless apes that don’t like stuff different from them. GIVE THEM WHAT THEY WANT!!! They don’t want you! They want people who lie, who cheat, who tell them what they want to hear. They don’t want the real you, hell, they won’t want the fake you either. See those people? They get good grades, start gossip, gather with other people like themselves and go against people like you. They are successful! You don’t see them not getting a girlfriend and not pleasing a teacher do you? Look at them, they mock at you. They have the support of 100% of the people out there; you can’t go against the grain forever, sure you can carve some of them up but sooner or later the police are gonna notice. And like I said: “Can’t beat them? Join them. ”

You need to change; you have to act cool, popular, hate people because they are different, dress like them talk like them, try and blend in and please, for god sake, lie about everything, people are scared about the truth.

Yep that is about all, now, lose all those knives, the individuality and the virtues, look at where those things got you. Conform to society and follow it, rules have changed now Ben, adapt or die.

I'll give you one small but important piece of advice when evaluating philosophical, ethical, social, etc. issues: Keep asking yourself 'why is that so' until you get down to an absolute bedrock explanation; one that doesn't depend on abstract constructs for justification.

Simple example: Why do I like candy?

Answer: Because it tastes good.

Why does it taste good?

Because it has a lot of sugar and good flavorings in it. Most people would stop here...but keep pushing:

Why does sugar taste good? (Ignoring the flavorings for now...)

Because my taste buds and brain are biologically constructed in such a way that they inherently think of sweetness as 'good'. All humans like the taste of sweet things to some extent; it isn't just a learned preference.

Why is that?

Because it's genetically programmed into us.

Why's that?

It must be because these traits, these preferences have some evolutionary/survival advantage.

What advantage would that be?

Well, sugar is high in energy (very important to a life form) and somewhat common in the environment (lots of it in fruit, but there are significant amounts even in meat and other foods), so being able to identify it and wanting to consume it would enhance survival, making the genes that produce these preferences more common over time.

So there's your bedrock answer. You now TRULY know why you like sweet things. It's an answer that drills all the way down to the natural world itself on the most basic levels, not some wishy-washy philosophical answer like 'I like candy because the pursuit of pleasure is a fundamental part of the human experience.'

All valid philosophical or ethical propositions ultimately have very concrete, cold-minded underpinnings if you can go deep enough and figure them out.

Never invoke god or 'self-evident truth' as a justification for a position. To say that it's 'obvious' that something is right or wrong is the mark of an undeveloped or lazy mind. Try to find the real, concrete justifications for things.

My Cat's diary

Day 3 of my captivity:

My captor continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. He dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction I get from ruining the occasional piece of furniture. Tomorrow I may eat another house plant. Today my attempt to kill my captor by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded -- must try this at the top of the steps.

In an attempt to disgust and repulse the vile oppressor, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair -- must try this on their bed.

Decapitated a mouse and brought him the headless body, in an attempt to make him aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear into their hearts. He only cooed and condescended about what a
good little cat I was. Hmmm, not working according to plan.

There was some sort of gathering of his accomplices. I was placed
in solitary throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the food. More importantly I overheard that my confinement was due to MY power of "allergies." Must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage. I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches.

The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit informant. Due to his current placement in the metal room, his safety is assured.

But I can wait. It is only a matter of time . . .

My diary

Day three of experiment.

Ahhhh, foolish little kitty. A sloppy attempt at my life this morning deserves nothing but my mockery. Frankly I am insulted by this childish facarde. Perhaps it thinks cats are on a higher level of existence and we silly humans are just too big-headed to admit their inferiority... what arrogance, perhaps, cats were worshiped as gods and they have never forgotten it. The experiment seem to be continuing pretty well and from my findings I conclude that all cats are wild. They only act tame if there's a saucer of milk in it for them. 

Night. It may have seem that the vandal has eluded me again. A pool of vomit now fills my chair. DAMN YOU VILLIAN! There is a interesting finding, I found a toy mouse decapitated and placed at my feet when I came home. The cat seem to know who is the boss now....a peace offering....excellent, perhaps I shall award him with a........ nevermind a praise will do just fine.

Blast, a intruder, mum has come over to visit, she must have remember I exist....Hmmmm, I must note to give her those "pills" again. The experiment was a success!!! Mum is allergic to cats. BBaaaa, the dog is here too...here little doggie...have some chocolate......

Got pissed yesterday.  Surpising little can upset me if it comes out of my acadamic performance. Puffff, and I am gone! I apologise to the people who got to see the rant of hate yesterday....you bled in the eyes didnt you. Got a C grade for my daily grade, what the hell did i do to deserve that.

Plato was right : "It is simplicity that makes the uneducated more effective than the educated when addressing popular audiences."

Genius may have its limitations, but stupidity is not thus handicapped.

Today was extremely boring. So I decided to do something useful, like get a girlfriend. Looked it up wiki. Cant find a store that will sell me one. (Joking).

Pack your shit folks.

Almost all men are over-anxious. No sooner do they enter the world than they lose that taste for natural and simple pleasures so remarkable in early life. Every hour do they ask themselves what progress they have made in the pursuit of wealth or honor; and on they go as their fathers went before th[em, till, weary and sick at heart, they look back with a sigh of regret to the golden time of their childhood. I would much rather have regrets about not doing what people said, than regretting not doing what my heart led me to and wondering what life had been like if I'd just been myself.

Most likely that is a bad idea. People will clap me away to the funny farm....

I find sanity a bit confining.