30 Things You Never Knew About Me.

1. I have a soft spot for old school love songs. Especially those from Air Supply.

2. I used to be afraid of heights. I kind of still am, though. I like the ground very much.

3. I'm allergic to dust, Ribena and grapes.

4. I love rainbows. You can distract me with anything that's brightly multicoloured.

5. I'm also easily distracted by food. Especially meat. MEAT.

6. Okay, okay. I watch hentai. *averts eyes*

7. I secretly rave to techno when nobody's looking.

8. Okay. So I like fluff. So what? I mean, it's all soft...and furry.

9. I have a soft spot for living things in their infancy. Kittens, snake hatchlings...and even human babies.

10. I have a guitar. I've named her Sharyn, after one of my favourite songs Rose of Sharyn.

11. I'm a furry.

12. I like men.

13. I like un-men as well.

14. I am in love with the vocals of Howard Jones from Killswitch Engage. It's one of those deep, gospel-like voices. HE'S A FREAKING TENOR, GODDAMNIT.

15. I do attend a madrasah(religious school).

16. I luff Mika! Everybody's gonna love today, love today, love todaaaayy...

17. I got sick of anime at some point two years ago. I now tread in the footsteps of Dark Horse, Marvel and DC.

18. I still love Pokemon.

19. I wish I was Beastboy from Teen Titans. Man, that guy is the reason for the phrase 'the animal inside of you'.

20. I used to dance to BSB. I still do, sometimes.

21. I like cheese very much. Like, cheese nachos, the cheezy croissant from the canteen, grilled cheese sandwiches...

22. I can't take milk in the morning. I'm lactose intolerant like that.

23. My favourite numbers are , 5, 7, 10, 13, 15, 35, 50, 69, 99, 100 and 300.

24. I LOVE THE COLOUR ORANGE OMFG. I LIKE EVERYTHING THAT'S ORANGE. ORANGE SODA, ORANGES, THE SUN, TIGERS, FOXES...oh, and my other favourite colours are black and steel grey, as well as copper sulphate blue.

25. My favourite animals are the tiger, wildcat and fox. Gophers have a soft spot in my heart as well.

26. I don't like gems. I'd rather silver, stainless steel and titanium. I like chains.

27. I'm a bit of a masochist.

28. My extensive list of alternative names include:

• Atiq
• Tiq
• Tiqah
• Tiky
• Tiky-Wiky
• Tweaky
• Tickytickybombom(Syamimi used to call me this)
• Tique
• Artique
• Sir Artique Igneus Linton(D.E.Pers would know...I just added the middle name 'cause I was a demon warlord)
• Stupid,
• Chicken
• Bear
• Button
• Beancurd
• Dipshit
• Ass
• Asshole
• Piece Of Shit
• Fool
• Dumbass
• Hey, you!
• Mister
• OI!
• Boy
• Girl
• Homo
• Freak
• Weirdo
• Tikus
• Kak Atiq
• Tikkatikkatikkatikkatikkatik
• Weakling
• Bitch
• Bastard
• Jerk
• Loser
• Slacker
• Mofo
• Apu
• YOUU FUCKER!
  

29. I used to have goldfishes, a canary, a mouse and two hamsters. They all died.

30. I'm going to be in a baaaaand.

SUPA DANCE REMIX FEVAAAAA!

I think it's safe to say that anime has been raped.

BY

THE

CARAMELLDANSEN.




PRINCE OF TENNIS RAPE


DEATH NOTE RAPE


NARUTO RAPE


FRUITS BASKET RAPE


KYOU KARA MAOU RAPE


AVATAR RAPE


FINAL FANTASY RAPE [WARNING: MAY CAUSE EPILEPTIC SEIZURES]


POKEMON RAPE


HIGURASHI NO NAKU KORO NI RAPE [That was a mouthful.]


LOVELESS RAPE [Duh. Ain't they all loveless?]


D-GRAY MAN RAPE




...and last, but not least...


EPIC FUCKING WIN.

Another Reason To Be Banned From The Intarnetz.

Don't come here in the presence of your old folks, kiddies.

'Cause I'mma put some good ol' metal muzak on this shindig, hell yeah.

This just in from the news. 15 people have been hospitalised for consuming a fake sex pill, aptly named "Power 1 Walnut'. I'm not kidding; go Google it if you don't believe me.

So you could've taken it and got stoned instead of boned, and wake up in a ward a day later. All because you wanted some extra bang on your banger. Hilarious shit.







That aside, I wish to apologise about the sudden colourful outburst in my last post. It seems I have some unsettled issues still lurking in the far-off corners of my mind. It's not so much anger as blind rage and well, maybe insanity. I don't know. Sometimes when I get left alone and unmonitored for far too long, voices just flood in my head.

Okay, I know I'm talking crazy talk, but whatever. I'm seriously not kidding. Then other times, I find myself looking at crowds of people all funny, and suddenly wishing I had a sawblade...or something else...and run through them all, laughing manically and drawing blood from their writhing, screaming bodies...

And other times, I close my eyes and just visualise myself, an eight-foot tall beast, fur matted with sweat, blood and filth, feasting on the corpses of freshly disemboweled men, women and children. Then I'd run wild with the rest of my pack brothers, dashing through the forest undergrowth, roaring and howling in feral delight.

Bloodlust? No. Maybe it's my warped imagination, releasing pent-up feelings. It's better for me to keep all those feelings inside and hidden rather than taking it out on others. Because I have a way of dealing with these horrible wants, and most of you don't.

Then again, I tend to lose control over this...animal...inside of me. And that's when you REALLY don't wanna piss me off, because I can show you a side of me not many have seen. Warning signs include running away from the rest of society, locking myself in the toilet cubicle and staring at certain people all funny, my eyebrows furrowed and my head lowered. I won't talk much either. That's a big indicator.

And when you catch me behaving like this, be nice and gentle. It's for your own good.






Ouh. Mah. Fizzlesticks.

Guess what? I've just taken a look out of the window, and there's a FULL MOON.





Coincidence?

Maybe NOT.

I Feel Fucking Hardcore.

So, I've been feeling extremely fucked up in the head and cold as deep frozen shit in the last couple o' hours.

Amazing how being alone with the beast in your head can fuck you up so badly.

Let's just let it all out here.

ifucking HATEYOU leave me alone why AM i even alive shit knows nothing kill you killyoufuckingKILLyou why I don't know;SHIT, GOANDFUCKING KILLYOURSELF YOU selfishstupidungratefulfuckingWHORE shoot yourselfinYOURFUCKING BIMBBLOWMEawayNONONONONONOTTHEBELTNOTTHEBELTkillmekillmekillmeHAHAHA, YOU DON'TCAREYOUDON'TKNOWYOUFUCKINGBITCHKILLMEKILLMEthere'sblack THERE'S A MONSTER MOMMY HELP ME HELP ME IT'S EATING ME MY FUCKING INNARDS ARE BEING EATEN UP HELP ME HELP ME AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA shit shit shit I dare you dare you double dare you don't you DARE RUN AWAY FROM ME COME BACK HERE AND LET ME KILL YOU TEAR YOU APART, blood; lots and lots. I need to kill somebody SOMEBODY GET THE FUCK OVER HERE AND DIE; I NEED THIS I NEED THIS I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I KILLED YOUR MOTHER AND YOUR FATHER AND YOUR WHOLE FUCKING FAMILY ALL IN ONE. HAHA! HOW DOES THAT SOUND, YOU SICK, PERVERTED SON OF A FUCKING BITCHFACED DOGFUCKING WHORE?! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH! IIIII DO NTTTTT NEEEEDD AANNNY HEEEEEEEELP HEEEERREEERERERERER III HAAAAAAAATTTETETETETETET YOUU AAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL

Bad Tiky, You Sonofabitch.

I'm starting to think that it's becoming a habit of mine to make my own life twist and turn into a bloody Korean drama. I mean, seriously. I can't stop falling into potholes and then screaming for help(mostly from Shiren...sorry) only to fall right back into another one just half a foot away.

Why, Tiky? WHY?

It doesn't help either that I tend to be a tad too insensitive, like almost everybody says nowadays. To be honest, I already AM trying my best to be as soft and feely as humanely possible. Obviously, that's not working out too well. I'm...I'm a fucking ROCK.

And how does an almost emotionally-devoid lump of minerals cope with sensitivity?

Disaster, I tell you. Disaster.

It's not that I don't care. Hell, if I never gave a shit, why the fuck would I lie wide awake till 3 in the morning, worrying about how to break it to you? You're just so fragile inside; putting you next to an impulsive kid like me just doesn't work out. I'm far too thick-skinned for my own good.

I don't feel pain. More like mind-numbing guilt. I never meant to hurt anybody. I never wanted to. But sometimes, trying to avoid conflict just makes conflict itself all the more inevitable. Look at the League of Nations, for example.

I never meant for it to go out of hand. Believe me. I'm just doing whatever seems right at the moment. I know a lot of people think I'm selfish for doing this, but please, think. Hasn't anybody assessed the situation I'm in? I'm trapped between the devil and the deep blue sea. Either I do this, or I unwittingly lead on someone I never loved in the first place. It is never pleasant being the bearer of bad news. It is never pleasant making anybody cry. It is never pleasant being the one to break another's heart.

Especially when you don't really feel anything at all.

That is when my conscience fucking kills me.

Very Special Days Indeed.

Oh no.

Oh no.

Oh no.




That dreaded day of cooties and plush, pink fluff has come back.

AGAIN.

And right on time with my periodical "Screw-The-World" moodswing.

This could make for some serious consequences indeed.

You see, during the above mentioned span of time, I have a tendency to do the most extreme of things. Because of the apathy felt towards everything and everyone, the same also applies to the general rules of society.

This also means the complete and total disregard of the basic expectations of a normal, stable citizen of Planet Earth.

Which, coupled with such a horribly mushy, un-Tiky-ethical event, might have very, very dangerous outcomes, usually involving out-of-character behaviour.

Such behavioural traits include a sudden rise in voice pitch, excessive skipping down corridors, and ear-splitting, screeching renditions of annoyingly cheesy love songs, a majority of which come from old, mouldy boybands.

God help you all.

Tag Replies, BITCH. >:D

In chronological order, nothing more, nothing less.


Jonk
Goodness, I must've lost count on the number of times Mrs Loy's said that to me. Yep, I'm a rock that needs a real, hard shove to get up and going. Or you could just bribe me, that'd work just as well, or even better. What I need is that one, motivating factor, that zingy thingy, that...WHOOSH. And I'll be on my way. Yeah, 2008's been a fresh new page for me, and yes, WAY WAY WAY better than last year. I fucking WASTED the year before. Must get off my fat arse and go. By the way, I has not talked sicky with you in like, a gazillion years. My distant MOSSPian behaviour MUST show itself soon.

Squirrel
Dude, we came from the goddamned same freaky factory. Of course there'd be some similarity in the way we think, ne? True, this life is indeed mine to forge and form for my own, but you have to remember that Mother Dearest still plays a major part of my life still. I'm only sixteen. In her eyes, I'm still a damn dog on a damn leash. True, she is my mom after all, but how long can that love last? Singaporean dreams will stay Singaporean for a very, very long time, no matter how much the mindsets now have changed. But yes, I will try. I think I'll go aim for a good JC now. About my dad, I never gave him a second thought. It's just that everyone else seems to be under the impression that I'm like this because he left. And yes, Squirrel, things just wouldn't be the same without fuzzy old stickly you. I don't think you'll ever find out just how much space you take up in my life. I mean that. Carrots.

Wong
You...DO? I feel so touched. :D We MUST work hard, dude. JIAYOU! I wanna share the triumph with you when we get back our O-Level slips.

Bern
TLC? I AM NOT THAT SOFT, YOU MINISCULE LITTLE BEAR. >:( But thanks for the offer. You deserve a head patting, my equally wacky junior. (: And glomping is always welcomed by this kitsune.

Beaguin
Beaguin, you never fail to dispense some of the best advice. I think I'll go with the destination thingamajig. I see a guitar, a sketchbook, and lots of colours in the future. Seriously. Graphic design sounds awesome. So does animation. And in between, there's always space for a part-time band. Think musical rainbows and the like. Feel-good stuff. You know, I think this might work. As for the loads of luff...I can feel it already. XD

Shah
Ahh. Y'know Shah, you're not the only person who's had this peculiar little situation. And up till today, I am STILL baffled by this behaviour. I don't get why you'd even feel loserly around me; rather, I'm the one who used to feel loserly around people. You included, I guess. I had the impression that you were one of those uber-cool people who can slack and get away scott-free first time I saw you a couple of years back. It's just that I find it so goddamned weird that anyone would feel shy around me. I mean, DUDE. Take a good, long look. I'm a completely whimsical slackerdoodle lump. I'm...I'm a Tiky. No other way to put it. So long as you've got a sense of humour, aren't a bitch, are okay with cussing and won't rip me to shreds, you're an instant friend. So why the awkwardness? Ditch that, Shah. Maybe hanging out might even be a little fun. That is, if that's okay with you. (:

Natalie
Nat, there's one thing you should know about me, and that is art has NEVER been a sideline for me. It's always been the main story. I honestly can't see myself doing anything that deviates from what I love the most, even as a kid, even through the disapproving glances of my aunts and uncles. And yes, dear, ranting IS good. (:

Nade
Everyone keeps on saying I've got potential, I've got potential, I've got potential, potential, potential...the amount of potential in my body should've made me morbidly obese by the way everyone keeps on pointing it out. It makes me sound like a fat turkey of sorts. Horrible humour aside, you're right, maybe I was just distracted. However, I need someone to help me focus. It would be nice if you and a few more people could study together during recess or some other time, so that we'd all get back on track. God knows how much we need this shove. And thank you so much for all your concern; I just feel that sometimes, I don't deserve all this from you. It's more than I think I should get. In a way, I am kinda guilty. But just remember that you are an important figure in my life; not just because you said so first, but because I really do care about you. Don't ever forget that.