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Wei, Chong Wei 20 August 2008 |

Nah, this isn't a rant about Chong Wei and his suckishness at the Beijing Olympics.

This is a rant about Chong Wei's awesomeness, and how people should just lay off the guy just because he got a silver and not a gold. So, listen up people who think that he sucks. Just listen. Read my text here.

HELLO.

HELLO, RETARD. Yes, you, the guy who's dissing Chong Wei. HELLO. LIKE, TRY A LITTLE SOMETHING CALLED EMPATHY.

I AM LIKE SO SICK OF EVERYBODY DISSING HIM JUST BECAUSE HE GOT A FUCKING SILVER. FYI, IMO, THAT'S GREAT. AT LEAST HE GOT SOMETHING AND NOT NOTHING.

AND DON'T GIVE ME THAT BULLSHIT OF 'Oh, if he got something, he should do better in the final match then! 21-8 sucks!' It's fucking hard to cope under all that fucking pressure. I'm actually sort of surprised he got into the finals... And even then people diss him.

SO LISTEN UP. GO TAKE UP THE RACQUET AND SLAM DOWN THE SHUTTLECOCK ON THE SURFACE OF THE BADMINTON COURT IN LONDON'S OLYMPICS 2012, HMM? IF YOU CAN EVEN PICK THAT UP AND MOVE YOUR FAT LAZY ASS OFF THE COUCH. IF YOU CAN EVEN MAKE IT INTO THE OLYMPICS. GO SHOW YOUR STUFF, ASSHOLES. LAY OFF HIM OR I'LL BURN YOUR FUCKING BALLS. OH, I'M SORRY. APPARENTLY YOU'VE GOT NADA.


End rant.

Seriously, I'm so sick of people these days. 'Oh, I'm so disappointed in him!' Go fuck yourselves and go get yourselves a new pair of balls with that snippy mouth of yours. Wanna get snippy? GO TO THE STATIONERY STORE. I'M SURE THERE'S A PAIR OF SCISSORS WAITING FOR YOU TO SNIP AT THE PAPER. I'LL EVEN GET YOU AN A3 SIZED PAPER, DUMBFUCKS.

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Olympic Rant 15 August 2008 |

YOU CALL YOURSELF A FUCKING SHIT OFFICIAL FOR THE OLYMPIC GAMES WHEN YOU MISSED A FREAKING HIT!? WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU YOU BRAZILIAN PIECE OF FUCKING SHITBAGBITCH?!?!!?

This, my friends, is tennis. And how you can get high blood pressure from even watching the game.

Okay. Let's start from the beginning. See, I was monitoring the 2 hour 30+ minute game between James Blake (the guy who beat Federer) and Fernando Gonza-whatever-his-name-is (yeah, by now, you should know that I support the American dude) that just ended 5 minutes ago. So it was starting off fine, you know? The usual 6-4 going to Blake and then a comeback from Gonzalez 7-5. Fine. It was alright. So, in this tournament, they ain't got no tiebreakers for the 3rd set.

So it was going nicely (and like a fucking turtle race), the scores going back and forth... And then Blake did this awesome move thing on Gonzalez's serve at the 11th game, I think, which, like, was just too awesome for words, and he won a point.

BUT THE OFFICIAL DIDN'T SEE THAT.

WTF.

HE AWARDED THE POINT TO THAT GONZALEZ DUDE.


I mean, no offense to Gonzalez or anything, he really is a great player. But what I can't understand is that official bitch. I MEAN COME ON. He keeps on getting everything wrong and Blake has to challenge the dude every time and THAT LAST ONE WAS THE FINAL STRAW WHEN HE TOTALLY CRUSHED BLAKE BY SAYING OH, SORRY, I TOTALLY DIDN'T SEE THAT SO I MISSED IT SO GONZALEZ GETS THE POINT WITHOUT ME INSTANT REPLAYING IT. THAT WAS LOW, OFFICIAL DUDE. THAT WAS LIKE, FUCKING LOW. YOU DUMB SHIT. OPEN YOUR EYES A BIT MORE NOW WOULD YOU!? IF YOU MISSED IT, THEN FUCKING REVIEW THE GODDAMN THING YOU FUCKING PIECE OF **** *** ******!!!!!!)(*%)@*%*)#@)%

YES, I VERY THE ANGER. D:<<

Even if Blake overshoots the thing it doesn't mean that he fucking missed it. That was totally unfair. And, in the end, if he gets the point, I'm sure the game would be a lot different.

So the results were 6-4, 5-7, 9-11. Sigh.

Well.

Still, he's a great player. But it doesn't mean I like the dude. I hope Nadal beats Gonzalez's ass. YOU'RE LIKE MY ONLY HOPE LEFT, MAN. 8D MAKE THE MAN GET A SILVER.

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Dude. 12 August 2008 |

Trying out a new writing style.

There were, like, a few things I learned today while going to the toilet (OMFG WOW):

  • Teachers like to gossip damn fucking lot.
  • The toilet 'graffiti' (serious sad cases [they use MARKERS wtfbbqlolfcknsht]; they should go pro with spray paint) is a fucking gut-buster. Oh the hilarity. 'K.A.M.I X SUKA MIL'. Mil what? Milk? Huh? SPELL THE NAME RIGHT if you wanna diss; better yet, go face to face, AND WTF IS WITH THE DOT BETWEEN THE KAMI OMFG LOLOLOLOLROFLLMAO
  • People don't actually notice if you carry your phone in your pocket these days.
  • Norbaithora's (Fizik Teachur) butt is giga-absolufucking-humongous. (No offense. But. Like. Srsly.)
Yes. And I think I have a slight cold. Argh. Exams are okay. I think I'll do okay in Chem and BM. Mathematics: Rocks shitass. 8D The amount of time given is exactly what I wanted (I like not waiting for the time to pass.)

In other news pertaining to the Ye Olde Examinationse, I don't know why but I have a slight urge to seriously do some damage to these people who like have a major spazzfest when they KNOW they've done well like for example EXHIBIT A:

'OMFG I'M GONNA FAIL MY -INSERTSUBJECTHERE- EVEN THOUGH I DID ALL THE QUESTIONS AND YEAH I DID THE CORRECT EXPERIMUNT AND I'M SO TOTALLY GONNA GET STRAIGHT AAAAAs'.

I mean, look. If you wanna go have a spazzfest over some shit that's not gonna happen, wing it to the other side of the room and swipe the wall with your drool while you're at it. The spit coming out from your mouth has to be good for something else other than causing the extinction of my facial cells from your acidic saliva.

Bottomline. Stop. Ranting about it, thank you, or take it to another hapless kid with a face made out of non-corrosive steel.

(No, I'm not talking about you Piwa 8D)

I cough. I go nao.

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Bakuman

If you haven't read this manga, go to onemanga.com, open the drop-down menu, pick Bakuman, wait for it to load, and while you're waiting, berate yourself for living under a rock ALL THIS WHILE. WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN. -SMACK-