A public service announcement

Stealing is soon to be LEGAL?!

I just read a very insightful story on how America is soon allowing theft(this is when a group of overly-animated tanned guys jump out and go:" Yeah, thats right, theft." ) of your art.

Somewhere in it, it says that if the law is passed, you'll have to pay (the same group of tanned guys:"Yeah, thats right, pay.") for every single piece of photo, sketch, drawing, painting, design, AND EVERYTHING ELSE YOU CREATE the moment you create it!( if you do go to the link and not see it, maybe I dreamt it...)

How are artists, photographers, designers and future to-be artists(me) gonna make a living?! I can't possible copyright every single doodle! That would cost me millions!



Please. Spread the message.

Hi, would you like donate? Thank you.

Now, try saying that 400 times to people who either ignore you or run from you as though you have SARS or something...while standing up.

Seriously. Most Singaporeans are so selfish.

Well, on with the post. When you are collecting money and/or giving out stickers, you realize that there are about 7 types of people in Singapore. The assholes, the ignoramus(seses-sses), the super donators, the virus-fearful, the "must-I?"s, the black hands and the apologetic.

Lets start with the assholes. I met like nine of them. You know that they're assholes when this happens. Okay, lets set the image. You are the can...holder person... and you see a guy walking towards you. You approach him and ask whether he has any spare change. He reaches into his pocket(by the way, I'm using "he" because every asshole I met was a dude.) and you hear a lot and I mean, A LOT of coins jingle around in his pocket. It's like he just robbed an army of hobos or something. Anyway, you obviously hear the coins and get all excited right? Then he looks up and goes: " No coins leh.." And walks off.

Then, there's a super-asshole. This guy, when I approached him, said no coins and rushed off. Then, when I said "Okay, Thanks anyway.", he got onto the escalator(I was standing outside an MRT station),stuck his hand in his pocket, shook some coins around, turned back, and smiled.

Yeah I know. What an asshole right?

Okay, next there are the people who pretend you do not exist. When you approach them, they just turn around and talk to their buddy, or walk straight on forward. There was this one guy who just pushed me aside when I got near him. Jerk-off...


Then, there are those very nice Singaporeans who donate like 412 times. A minute. It's these kind of people that make me happy. There was this old lady who walked past me like 4 times and donated every time. She had a lot of stickers.

There are also those people who, the moment they see you, either turn around, quicken their step or just run off. Seriously. There are people who ran. From me. And when they run off, they stick up their hands as though I'm about to shoot them. Every time someone does that to me, I always spin around to check if like Satan was behind me or something.

Next up, the people I like to call, the "must-I?"s. These people still donate. But when they donate or when you approach them, they give you that look like... "Aww...must I? I really don't want to. Please don't make me do chores..." These people shouldn't even donate if they don't want to. No, wait. Then I'd have to stand there longer.

Also, there the people who stick their hands in your face to stop you. It's as though they think they have the force or something. They're like "SHIIWEAOO!!' and expect you to fly away or something.

Lastly, there are the apologetic people. You know those people. You know, when you get near them they just keep saying sorry non-stop until they're like 200 meters away from you. I feel like when I get near them, and they start saying sorry, I feel like I broke them or something. I'm like "Woah. I didn't touch him! It's not my fault! It broke on it's own!"

Yay. Number 20!

So, today I got hit in the eye. With a head.

I was playing basketball before school today with my friends. So, I was blocking this...guy, and when he spun around to do his "crazy yellow ninja spinning death attack move" to confuse the enemy(a.k.a me).His kinetically energized power head smashed into my face-eye.

And physically and emotionally traumatized my eye--FOR LIFE! Now, whenever I see a head, my eye gets petrified and starts squealing in a high-pitched voice: "Ahh! heeelp( pronounced he-ee-el-puh) meeee! I don't wanna get abused againzzz!!!"

Yeah.

True story.

GOODNIGHT!

Rain, rain go away...

...Wait, don't! Don't go away! I don't wanna die of drought! PLEASE! STAY!
secret wordz! ooOOoh!So, magikal-th!
Heh. Anyway, today it rained. Yeah. My school was flooded. Well, not flooded like "Oh-my-god-why-didn't-I-bring-my-scuba-gear-for-show-and -tell-today" flooded, but from an "oh-crap-my-shoes-are-swimming-pools-for-ants" kind of flooded to an "oh-wow-the-wrinkles-in-my-toes-look-like-mona-lisa" flood.

It's true! For some reason, the school board decided that it would be a great idea to make the school canteen the lowest part of the school. So, because of...well, umm...Gravity,all the water poured down and basically flooded the entire canteen up to my shoes. It sucks. Because everyone knows, it really sucks to try and eat with that squishing, sloshing(not sure if it's a real word or if it's used in this way) splattering sound coming from shoes, drains and socks. Or, maybe you didn't know that...huh. Well, now you do.

I also got suspended on the first day of school. Yeah. It appears that having hair in school is officially against the school rules. They suspended me(which I'm not sure is actually a bad thing...) until I went to get my hair cut. Yup. Now, when it rained, my scalp was cold! I could've gotten brain freeze!

Well, that's all I got...

P.S. No female potato chips were sexually abused in the making of this rainbow mustache.

Sick of Sickness

Being sick sucks...


In case you(the reader) does not know, I have been sick for the last 3-4 days... Which is sooo not kewl*. Although there are good points about being sick, like not being able to go to school, and...I think thats it...(See, sickness stinks!) every other aspect of being sick is not sick...at all. First there's the being cold and hot at the same time(which I still do not see how that it's possible at all) It's like, when you cover yourself up because it's so cold, you start sweating and BURN! Then there's the random headaches which is kinda okay (I guess...). Then there's the medicine. I'm not even gonna explain the medicine...

On the brighter side of the news, last Saturday, we (the same "I'm-not-going-to-tell-you-who" group and one more "I'm-not-going-to-tell-you-who" person who is actually also supposed to be in the "I'm-not-going-to-tell-you-who" group in the first place but the "I'm-not-going-to-tell-you-who" person had something on during Singapore Flyer the day so he wasn't included in the "I'm-not-going-to-tell-you-who" group that day) went to Singapore's first(not sure about this part) air show!

Yeah, there was oxygen, carbon dioxide, nitrogen, helium ,carbon monoxide, etc. ... (And there were some planes too...) Because I got sick and it's like four days since I went there, I don't really remember everything so I'll just type what I remember.

Well, I remember when we(as you already might know, the "I'm-not-going-to-tell-you-who" group) walked in, we saw the monster that is the A380. It was huge! I mean, it was like Ka-Chow!

Anyway, I also remember the food was overly expensive... they charged like $874.29 for 27 grains of rice! It's like they expect you to use the change you got after buying a plane and buy 27 grains of rice!

Next up, I remember the show some of the planes put up and I especially remembered the Black Knights( A little note, they were red and white. Shouldn't they be called the red knights or the white knights or at least the pink knights because red and white make pink...) flying around in formations, flipping, spinning and other sorts of verbs that can be used for planes and killing people with sound.

Lastly, I remember having an annoying man telling us(me and the "I'm-not-going-to-tell-you-who" person that was not at the Singapore Flyer) that we could not sit at their chairs unless we bought something. What, did he expect us to buy a plane at that moment just so we could sit down?! I wonder what he would say if, after that moment, we came back and were like:" yeah, father(<==put emphasis here) just gave me my allowance for today, so, what are you selling? Planes? Yeah, I'll take five." Heh. I can imagine the look on his face...

Okay, that's it for today...

*heh.

Pain in the a--neck

Today i got a mosquito bite on the sole of my foot.

How is it even possible to get a mosquito bite on the sole of my foot?! I mean...HOW?! My foot is on the ground like 96.329% of the time!( don't ask me how I found out...(No, seriously don't)) The only time a mosquito could come running along and biting me, is when I'm asleep...ASLEEP!

That just freaks me out! While I'm in my sleep dreaming of dinosaurs, Star Wars, Heroes and women, A little mosquito comes under my blanket-Well is doesn't come under my blanket, it arrives-no, umm...it appears under my blanket, sees my foot and bites me! When i'm all vulnerable and asleep! What if tonight she (yeah, it's a she, it's always a she...*) invites her little buddies over thinking that my foot is a bar and drinks are free for women?! how am I going to walk?!

And that part isn't the worst..nooooooo...there's more bad stuff about getting bitten in the foot. First of all, when you get bitten in the foot, there is no cool or discreet way to scratch...at all. And when you need to scratch, it's never a 'oooh my foot's itchy, I think I'll ignore it.' Its a 'AUGGH! my foot's burning!! I need to rip off my shoe and use a chainsaw to scratch!!!!' kind of itch. And the worst part is that even though for your entire life your feet have never been ticklish, for the particular time when you try and scratch, it's sooo ticklish!

Secondly, when you get bitten on your foot, it's not like when you get bitten anywhere else. Because when you get bitten anywhere else, if you don't touch it, you don't think about it. But when you get it on your foot, the 96.329% of the time when your foot is on the ground, you can feel it!

Lastly, when you get bitten on your foot, it takes much longer to write a blog post because half the time I'm scratching!

Anyway, I've manged to get this!

This is the first piece that I've penciled, inked and coloured thats on my blog

Yay.

Comments are appreciated.

*Science note: the part about the female mosquito is not because I'm a sexist it's because only female mosquitoes suck blood.(i think)

Fully insured!

Heh... the title says it all...I'M INSURED!

Today, my school gave me an insurance policy(?). If you read through the insurance policy(still ?)you'll see all kinds of wierd combinations of injuries you can get and the amount of money you'll get. it looks like

oh, loss of right finger with loss of speech and third degree burns to,or greater than 5% but less than 8% of the head

As I'm sitting in class reading the insurance policy(?...again) in my head im like "what the f...ishshticks! When on Earth am I going to lose my hearing, both my arms, and lose my leg between my knee and hip?!"

I mean, can you imagine I'm sitting in class, sketching on a piece of rough paper while my teacher is teaching, AND TWO NINJA BANANAS jump into my class, cut my arms off, make me lose my hearing with some sort of special hearing-deleting-transportable-machine-thingy and cut off my leg between my knee and hip then jump out again! Then, suddenly,an insurance policy person(?) in a suit, bursts down the door and gives me $2,000 dollars and turns into a doctor fixes(fixxes? fix? fixed?) my injured parts and takes the money away!


WHAT THE F...reedom fighter?!