HOLY CANOODLES IT'S NEXT YEAR.

Aw, crap.

I wasted the whole of this year on stupid, meaningless things.

Well, whatever. I think I'm gonna start on my New Year's Resolutions List!

TIKY'S NEW YEAR'S RESOLUTIONS LIST

Hooray!

1. I will not leave homework until the next day to finish it 5 minutes before class.

Yeah, well, seeing as how the O's are next year, I can't exactly do this shit anymore, now can I?

2. I will not roundhouse kick my younger siblings, no matter how much they annoy me.

Okay, maybe I'll just flick their ears or something for a change.

3. I will do the dishes should there be any in the sink at the current moment I am in the vicinity of said sink.

Then again, I'm always the one doing dishes in the end.

4. I will cuss less.

Due to the fact some STOOPID TWAT hates me cause I say motherfucker. How gay.

5. I will spend more time reading my textbooks than reading Marvel/DC comics.

That doesn't mean I'm trashing my Uncanny X-Men and Teen Titans comics, though. ;)

6. I will not give the security guard at the school gate my trademark mule stare anymore.

But I'll still call him a fag behind his back.

7. I will love myself more.

...but...what's there to love? ):

8. I will not chow down like a pig and fail to chew properly.

...unless, of course, if it's pizza.

9. I will not ogle at any more attractive people.

...unless they check me out first.

10. I will only surf the net on weekends and Wednesdays.

THANK GOD FOR INFOCOMM! *hugs the monitor*

The Ten Gamer Commandments.

'Nuff said.

Gentlemen, Fire Your Weapons.

Fuck you.

Fuck you.

Fuck you.

I hope you explode from your own loser stench. I'd gladly snipe your fucking head off your fucking shoulders, but then I'd get locked up for manslaughter. I tried being nice to you. Nobody can deny that. You're a fucking schizo who doesn't know how to take a fucking JOKE. You can't even TRY to be a friend, let alone be civil. I don't see why I should even stand within a foot of you, motherfucker. Let alone talk to you.

You're unbearable to be around. You can't even come up with proper comebacks. You suck, to be honest. And honestly, sometimes you don't even make any proper sense.

I've wasted too long hanging with a fuckwad like you who walks around like they've got a whale stuck up their ass. I've left my friends in the dust cause I was blinded by your filthy face. I owe them a whole lot. Yeah, I'm in the wrong too. For sticking up for you when it wasn't even worth sticking up for. I realise I've never exactly been happy in your company. Like a friend of mine said, when you're not angry with me, you're about to be angry. When you're not about to get angry, you already are angry with me.

It never fucking ends!

YOU = BITCH OF EXTREME COCKSUCKING

Sure, maybe you're right. Maybe I don't have any true friends. But whatever; I'm ten times the person you'll ever hope to be, and then some. And the people I love? Way better than you.

So long, dickhead, and I hope you trip over your own feet and get run over by a giant truck.

My Chemical Romance, BITCH.

Pics from the MCR contest about a month ago or so. Oooooh. I can't believe I'm finally gonna rock out with 'em tonight! Yeeeehaaaaaaaaw! And, and, MCR! It's gonna be totally wicked I tell you. I am gonna get my masterpiece signed by them. It makes me essplowde with sheer excitedness. I think I'll go scream myself out now.

(:

JEENGEL BEHLZ.

It's December again! Yeah, yeah, I don't celebrate the damn holiday, but just look at all the lovely Christmassy events in all thse online games. Gahd. The mere thought of freebies makes me feel like dancing around like Barbie As The Island Whorefag. I just got meself plenty of nice event items in KOL...which will, of course, fetch me some awesome moolah in a year or two to come. Heheh. Noobs.

Also, the old Christmas songs are ringing in the supermarkets again. I like them dumb jingles. Hehe. They make you all happy and smiley again, especially if you're having a shitty day.

Speaking of supermarkets, I was at Shop N Save the other day with my cousin, buying breakfasty stuff like Cookie Crisps and milk and that shit, when the dude dropped a carton of Magnolia Milk onto the floor. It went something like -PLOT- and splattered the moo moo juice all over. So, being the smart idiot that I was, I quickly kicked the carton under the standing shelves, ran to the counter to pay up and got our asses the hell out of the store, where we started laughing like fucked-up maniacs as soon as we were at least 5782495649 miles away from our evil deed.

Other people thought we were mad.

But hey, we escaped...WITH the security cams all over the place. I make a gewd ninja, no?

On the topic of ninjas, let's just make it clear that pirates PWN their asses any day, and that werewolves rock by default. Yes, even against those pale gaywads you chicklit-obsessed teenage fangirls call vampires.

-prepaers for the oncoming slew of brimstone and hellfire-

Right them. So five minutes ago, I was just flipping through Facebook when I realised I had a mass invite to some 2oo8 countdown party hosted by people whom I might have wronged a year ago by accidentally falling over their legs and squishing half of them. Though the idea of a party filled with people whom I haven't even met, let alone barely KNOW, is rather terrifying, there IS booze involved.

Now, some of my more religious friends reading this post might stand aghast at the idea of alcohol consumption, but then again, I never have been the most religious kid in the entire universe so cut me some slack please guys I'm just a kid.

Besides, I've always wanted to get wasted just once in my life.
The word "once" may or may not be replaced by an adverb of higher numerical value later on in life.









Isn't life fun?

Tests, tests, tests!

You Are a Werewolf

You're unpredictable, moody, and downright freaky. You seem sweet and harmless, until you snap. Then you're a total monster. Very few people can predict if you're going to be Dr. Jekyll or Mr. Hyde. But for you, all your transformations seem perfectly natural. Your greatest power: Your ability to tap into nature Your greatest weakness: Lack of self control You play well with: Vampires

What Kind of Monster Are You?

What Your Favorite Color Orange Says About You:

Joyful --- Enthusiastic --- Optimistic Outgoing --- Accepting --- Confident Loud --- Unruly --- Impulsive

What Does Your Favorite Color Say About You?

You Are the Very Gay Winnie the Pooh!

Come on, he doesn't wear pants! And he's a little too obsessed with Christopher Robin

What Gay Childhood Icon Are You?

You Are 22% Feminine, 78% Masculine

You are in touch with your masculine side. You are not overly sensitive and not easily moved. Occasionally, though, something will get through and touch your heart!

Are You Masculine or Feminine?

You Are 4: The Individualist

You are sensitive and intuitive, with others and yourself. You are creative and dreamy... plus dramatic and unpredictable. You're emotionally honest, real, and easily hurt. Totally expressive, others always know exactly how you feel. At Your Best: You are inspired, artistic, and introspective. You know what you're thinking, and you can communicate it well. At Your Worst: You are melancholy, alienated, and withdrawn. Your Fixation: Envy Your Primary Fear: To have no identity Your Primary Desire: To find yourself Other Number 4's: Alanis Morisette, Johnny Depp, J.D. Salinger, Jim Morrison, and Anne Rice.

What Number Are You?

You Will Die at Age 70

You're pretty average when it comes to how you live... And how you'll die as well.

What Age Will You Die?

Your Birthdate: February 10

Independent and dominant, you tend to be the alpha dog in most situations. You're very confident, and hardly anything ever shakes you. Mundane tasks tend to drain you - you prefer to be making great plans. You are quite original. When people don't "get" you, it bothers you a lot. Your strength: Your ability to gain respect Your weakness: Caring too much what others think Your power color: Orange-red Your power symbol: Letter X Your power month: October

What Does Your Birth Date Mean?

Your Summer Anthem is Best Of You by the Foo Fighters

"I've got another confession my friend I'm no fool I'm getting tired of starting again Somewhere new" While you may seem bright on the outside, your insides have a distinct angst flavor.

What's Your 2005 Summer Anthem?

What Your Dreams Mean...

Your dreams seem to show that you're very preoccupied with your fears and problems. These bad dreams indicate that you need to spend more time on your issues during the day. Your dreams tend to reflect your insecurities. You have a very vivid imagination and a rich creative mind. You secretly want to hide your dreams from your waking mind.

What Do Your Dreams Mean?

Musical Disaster.

My grey matter is slowly turning to mush.

There is proof.

I've been listening to my dusty old music CDs of the 90s.

Yeah, you read that right. The ol' faves like the horrendously gay Backstreet Boys, even gayer Westlife, and Aqua(their name just about sums up the homo quotient). Might as well start bopping my head to the Scissor Sisters.

Even more terrifying is the fact that I am now HOOKED onto Lazytown, what with the rainbow costumes and catchy music. But it makes me feel like a fat lump of lard whenever I watch Sportacus jump around like a caffeine-induced Energizer bunny. Magnus Scheving is teh hypurr. I must take a leaf out of his book and start bouncing off the walls. I feel the flab piling up.

I've even gone to the extreme of putting the Bing Bang song on loop. I don't get it. It's so addictive. Oh my goose. WHEEE! All the songs on Lazytown are a glorious orgy of techno, rock and pop. The PERFECT anti-emo. Which is why I love the show...even though by demographics, I'm waaaay out of the target age group...but who gives a shit? It makes MY day.

Then again, you shouldn't have much to worry. I've been stocking up on Lordi and Divine Heresy to balance out the fluffy meter so that it doesn't go out of hand. I doubt you'd want to see me all high-pitched and girly. With pink. I shudder at the thought.

Ah well, on a final note, I've made a video for fun. It's me dancing to some BSB song. I'll upload it after editing. XD

The Sloth Syndrome.

KUMQUATS.

So.

What have you people been up to these holidays?

I know I've done nothing.

I haven't even started on my homework yet.

I feel so slow.

Whoo. Slowww.

*recharges on some Coke*

Right, then. The only exciting thing that's happened to me so far in the merry month of November was spending the morning in a pub in Clarke Quay. Now, before anybody starts screaming "IMMORAL HUSSY!" let me explain that the iDA Singapore organised the Infocomm Club Awards '07 at the place.

So basically, we did nerd stuff. Mmhmm.

I ran into Agassi in the place, but he just ran away as I was saying hi. Maybe I forgot the deodorant.

Or maybe it was due to the fact that he had company. I could've sworn I saw Veronica there. And I don't think she's forgiven me yet for tackling her in P4 and then calling her a 'bloody specky' in chinese(even though she wasn't wearing spectacles) in P6. Blame Jack Neo for the sudden stroke of inspiration.

Oh well.

MCR's coming! Oooh. I just need to hang on for a few more weeks...

I'm dead broke now. Still waiting for my sister's payday to come round. She owes me moolah.

So, After Months Of Cyber-Abandonment...

...I have finally decided to update my blog.

*crowd goes wild with excitement*

Thank you, thank you.

I luff Kurt Cobain.

My Personality Type/Multiple Intelligences

Well, looky there! I'm an ENGINEER. Which is extremely queer, seeing as how this little Tiky failed both her Sciences and Maths. Funny, cause I KNOW I didn't lie on those damn tests.

EDIT: I took it again. It says I'm a dreamer now.

DON'T TAKE THIS TEST.

Crazy Indian Video(Benny Lava)

Another Tamil parody vid by the legendary BUFFALAX! This one is a little oversexed, if you ask me. xD

Study Intermission Pt. 2

An Indian 'Thriller' with mock english lyrics. Surprisingly, this came out way before Michael Jackson's version.

Study Intermission.

Foamy the Squirrel. Classic crackshit.

When you realise you're the smartest in your tribe.

I got a rude reminder today about the fact that the Sinagporean academic journey awaits no man.

Or woman.

Or queer(If that's where you're inclined to).



We are all facing our Sec 3 EOYs.

Shock and horror, people. Shock and horror. Bring on the scream queens, the bawlers and the terminally insane muggers.

Me? I'll be working my way up slowly to improving those grades. Definitely gonna get a B for Maths this final term. I bet my last buck on it. I've worked my ass off far too hard over the weekend to see it all go up in rancid, putrid, smoke.

So far, the only encouraging sign I've gotten is the fact that I've improved by at least 12 points. Amazing? Not quite, if you consider the fact that my previous score was 35...which would put my current L1R5 to 23. I can practically hear the tsk-tsking of those educational zealots and their similarly nerdy companions. Well, suck monkey balls, Spock-bitches. I'm gonna make this year, even if I'll be sent kicking and screaming just to study properly.

On a lighter note, I found a certain someone quite attractive. I just hope the latter's partner doesn't beat me to a gasping, bloody pulp for saying that.

Or maybe it's the caffeine again. Sigh.

I need to get a life.

Turncoats and tranquilizers

Who am I?

I am Atiqah.

I am Tiky.

I am Anthony.

I am Antoinette.

I am Aegis.

I am Asheron.

I am nothing but a figment of my own imagination.

Nothing but a shell with the contents tossed into the nearest reclamation facility, to be turned into fuel, scrap metal and possibly, bits of vital intelligence to be remade into something worthwhile, like a scholar. Or a scribe

An empty, hollow shell.



Where have I gone to?

I have been divided.

I try to please, and give it all, and yet it all

falls

apart.

Because I have divided.

Shunned for where I have been separated into, where I believe I belong, and yet, I cannot fit into any corner or crevice. I have changed, and shifted, and morphed, so much so that my origins are nothing more than foreign territory.



Why have I disappeared?

I was weak.

Weak, and longing for the small space in between enamoured arms that even the youngest of children and the wisest of elders crave.

It was blind love, and the wish to wipe away tears and discontent.

It was blind love.

Indeed, indeed.

And now that I have abandoned my old blog, I have set up a new one! Charming.

Of course, I originally wanted to use my MSN Space, but somehow or other, I ended up publishing here.

Oh well!

I'll try do that when I get some coding know-how embedded in my little noggin.