- Pаđfΰτoиїаn Ąяснїvєѕ -

2009-07-29T23:36:00.001+08:00

I was around, looking for new PC applications, I came across this..

Windows Vista Gamer Edition.
As the name clearly suggests, this program is built solely for NVIDIA gamers, and apparently will increase performance of NVIDIA cards. Is it true? Does it really work?

Go, Google it. And bring me back the good news.

The Padfutonian

2009-07-29T14:18:00.000+08:00

I just decided to ditch my Rubik's Cube in Math. Its pointless, impossible and downright insane.

Risk Theory! New topic, deals with probability. If you have good links, please contact me. Thanks.

New Road Uncovered

2009-07-28T15:24:00.000+08:00

AHHH, its been a long time since I've taken up this quill.

I'm back for a short while, and probably will be gone before this summer ends.

Anyway, a hearty welcome to Ben and Kuen (is shen in it too?) for entering the blogging business.
Blogs can earn great amounts of money once famous.

Blogs can also be a thief of time.
I find blogging boring. Right now, its more of just a newsletter for online addicts. Anyways, seeyouround!

The Padfutonian

RE: Closure

2009-04-05T12:20:00.001+08:00

Once again the Archives will have to be temporarily shut down, for my schedule calls for so.
Updates will be made whenever Time permits me.

6th of April - The beginning of End of Year 12 Mock Exams.
up till
10th of April - The end of the mocks.

11th of April - Beginning of a 6 day voyage to the lands of Kota Kinabalu.
The Padfutonian will scale the merciless mountain of KK and hopes to get some good shots.
up till
17th of April - the expedition should arrive home in the Kingdom of Brunei.

May the stars shine on you path, friends.

The Padfutonian

2009-04-03T16:01:00.001+08:00

Interested in diving? Here's a link to my underwater campaigns Journal to be issued to the High Commander of the Elite Guard.

http://tylerpadfoot-cas.blogspot.com/

The Padfutonian

Questions : Answered.

2009-04-02T21:57:00.002+08:00

This site is an amazing site, not just for Christians, but actually more for atheists, non-believers and scientifically inclined people.

It answered a lot of my theoretical and I'd say, very doubtful questions about Christianity and well, they were answered in that site with answers I am content with.

Check it out! It doesn't take long and is a good "before-sleep" reader.

The Padfutonian

Late Night

2009-04-01T02:04:00.002+08:00

It's four hours to dawn.

And I'm still sitting here on this table, writing into this Journal.

So many things have changed. And so many things still stay the same...

Apart from Guard Duty, I am quite pleased with the path Fate is taking me down.

The Padfutonian

S U N R I S E

2009-03-31T11:38:00.002+08:00

10 42 hours.

"IB puts the "PRO!" in procrastination."
- ibquotes.com

And it does doesn't it? I'm living proof of this.

When I should be on my IB tactical research, I sitting here writing in this journal.

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WTF AM I DOING.

As at of the 6th sunrise of the 4th moon phase of year 2009, there will be a set of IB trial examinations that will determine the rate of success of a Legionnaire being accepted into Special Division Forces. (Universities and specialized studies.)

Moscow State Special Division Training Facility

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Lawrence Special Division Training Facility

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Toronto Special Division Training Facility.

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First Nations University of Canada, Regina Special Division Training Facility.

(If you don't notice, Google and see: Majority of Universities from Canada are like cathedrals. With these very authentic looking architecture.)

I personally hope to specialize in Actuarial Sciences, where one could make up to $250,000

a year.

Simple Mathematical analysis now, $250,000 a year basically means $20,833.33 a month.

There's more.

As a person who calculates the probability of a risk occurring and advising businessmen the right way to deal with it, you only work for big ass companies who are paranoid enough to think of such things.

Did I just say "BIG ASS COMPANIES?"

Of course. They're the only ones who can afford you.

And big companies always throw in weird freebies like

porches as company cars,

huge holiday allowances per year,

and cool company T-Shirts.

SO what are you waiting for? CLOSE THIS WINDOW AND START STUDYING. BE A GEEK NOW, TO BE A PIMP LATER.

(most of the girls suck at this stage of life anyway. I SAID MOST NOT ALL SO DO NOT FLAME THIS)

The Padfutonian

Journal 30-03

2009-03-30T22:12:00.000+08:00

Its good to be back.

I haven't been to my archives in such a long time, when I got back, indeed there was a smell of death, neglect and rotting wood and paper.

I started to clean up the Archives.

There's been some major visual changes in the Archives, the previous background was taken out, and replaced with one which isn't mono-coloured.

The Journal and the Letter to the Legionnaires are best viewed in the Internet Explorer without bugs, but for some reason on Google Chrome, to scroll up and down you have to place your cursor slightly above the Cbox (name, email/url, message) fields to scroll up and down (use Mouse button 3, or the wheel.)

There is a direct link to The legendary Book of Faces, (or Facebook as some may call it) since it has become a very popular leatherback book. To access, simply click on the Face Book.

I will be thinking of adding more to the Journal, such as a Birthday Section, and maybe even a Signature page where one can draw his own signature on. (if I accomplish such a feat.)

As a reintroduction to the Padfutonian Archives, I welcome all of you back.

I will be writing regularly soon enough, and hopefully I will have the strength to continue. =)

The Padfutonian.

Closure

2009-01-30T09:26:00.004+08:00

The Padfutonian Archives are scheduled to be shut down completely soon.

The Padfutonian has not been seen for a very long time, and is currently classified under the MIA list.

Last seen at - IB battlefields, surrounded by HOMEWORK CLASS Monster Type B.

Please wish him your best hopes.

A new year for new things.

2009-01-01T21:56:00.000+08:00

There's nothing much to be said that hasn't been said.

Welcome to the year 2009.

Take nothing from this year but good memories.
Leave nothing behind in this year, but the past.

To our good health, happiness, prosperity, success and longevity.

The Padfutonian

End of Journal 1-1 [09]

Merry Christmas, Everyone!

2008-12-24T13:52:00.000+08:00

( Bet most of you forgot the words i use. Here's a link - http://tylerpadfoot.blogspot.com/2008/09/padfutonian-tongue-for-dummies-1st.html )

Its been ages since I stepped back here, and as usual, like a dirty old cathedral untouched for centuries, this whole place is dead, unvisited and neglected since I left it.

Several notes of well wishes and greetings and complaints from regular visitors collected at the doorway. I picked them up to read them, and I felt a jolt as I realized how long the Padfutonian Archives had been neglected.

My stallion sneezed once. It was quite dusty.

Heaving a great sigh of regret, I strode over to the familiar desk in the corner, wiped away the dust and pulled out my quill.

" Many things have come and past this great month. The voyage to the Cat City was successful and indeed enjoyable. The local banquets and their feline theme really did amaze me. With three other Legionnaires, Frozster, Marinaris and Cross, we travelled only some parts of the city.

The voyage back was worse. I contracted a common ship sickness and inclusive of the stormy seas and oh-so bumpy trip, I took a week to recover at Port Padfoot.

And so the weeks after passed without much ado. I stayed at Port Padfoot Inn, writing letters to old comrades and testing new simulation software for warfare usage.

And what a great party that day. Many ex-Legionnaires of Fort ISB and numerous Forts such as Fort MD were present, and it was a great get together at the expense of Jeffrey's help.

My duties at Fort ISB will start soon, actually on the fifth sunrise of the first moon next year.

Soon, I will be going on board the HMS. A - ASIA on a voyage to the capital of the Cat cities, KL. It will be for four short sunrises, and then back to Port Padfoot.

To the original intent of this Journal entry,

I want to wish everyone a very Merry Christmas. Many of you don't realize it, but the original intent of celebrating Christmas is actually to glorify the day the Son of God made his humble entrance to our world.

Hear, those who shall hear, and flame not, those who won't hear.

Nevertheless, everyone be merry, drink wine, ale, eat great food, socialize and love each other.

I would like to thank EVERYONE for being in my life and contributing in your own way to mold me into the Shawn we all know today. For truthfully, without anyone of you, I barely deserve to exist. What is existance if no one shall appreciate it?

Even God himself created Man to love Him, and He to love.

It's once a year an excuse we get to use to be as happy as our souls permit, therefore, Everyone!

I love you all. =D

The Padfutonian

End of Journal 24-12 "

I returned my quill and looked once more into my Journal.

An owl hooted in the distance. It's late, I thought to myself. I shut the book.

I stood up, and led my black stallion outside into the night, before riding to Port Padfoot Inn at top speed.

like OMG! HAHA

2008-12-11T09:01:00.001+08:00

Lol. This guy was screwed anyway. To the office? Dead. To his girlfriend's apartment? Dead.
Pwned. XD

Its a promilicious night.

2008-12-01T08:00:00.004+08:00

Welcome back, fellow readers. =)

I'll be away for the next few days - 3rd to the 6th of the 12th moon of this year.
I'll be on a voyage back to Kuching, The City of Cats, the birth place of the Great Cat Legionnaire, member of the greatest legion of all, the Padfutonian Legion.

Wui seh. I know my blog's dying but, I'm sorry. IB really takes out so much of you, you simply can't find the energy OR time to type bullshit up on the net. We type enough BS in Literature analysis and TOK essays. =)

So, we go back into the point of this post.

It was a promilicious night.

Pre-prom preparations

Me and my date =)

Ben and his date >=)

and, Leon and his.

Somewhat I didn't find any more pictures than these.. My camera died pretty early and so I only could find some photos.

I really like this photo. Ben looks awkwardly happy and Mic is looking hot, as usual. =)

TFFT! its MY turn. >=( Well, thanks Kimmy. =D

"Hey! I'm Sexy, and you must be Pretty. Together we'll be pretty sexy." - Shin Mei, 2008 A.D.

Ah, the Kinkin. =) hehe. This time, we don't look alike. =)

<3<3

Hey! Its two members of the 3 Little Piglets Legion!

..... where's JiaJia? =\ ...

Both of them are Wongs. >=)

Lets move on to Group Pictures!!

Its the Tubs and his friends. =)

There's an interesting fact about this picture. If we crop out the outer two people of this photo, it'll be a photo of friends who've been stuck with each other for 12 years.

But, its goodbye to Shu Yee quite soon.. T_T

The Staircase of Beauties =) zomg. hahaha. Good thing JiaJia isn't in this picture.

"Shawn!" - JiaJia, 2008 A.D., upon reading this caption.

Xin Yun, Jaymee, Linda, Sihui, Mi-Yi.

I swear they look like models.

"OMG! Its Sihui's scarf!!"

Omigosh, I've almost forgotten Harris! He's in Singapore now.. T_T

I simply couldn't leave this picture out. Ben to his utmost vanity. =D (actually i helped abit.)

A dedication, to IB blues. Right Jia?

"My legs look so short man. Look." - JiaJia, 2008 A.D., upon seeing this picture.

"Shawn!" - JiaJia, 2008 A.D., upon reading the caption above.

This is the last photo taken by the trusty Padfutonian Camera. =)

Till next time!

The Padfutonian

Journal 24-11

2008-11-24T09:27:00.001+08:00

I feel.. dead. I feel like, I have died, but no one realizes it.

Every year, there is a whole group of pages dedicated to school leavers. Every year, every Sector 5 Legionnaire will write a memoir, and have their pictures taken for that page. To let the whole school know what they thought of the school, their appreciation and farewells.

To be with each other and remember each other in the years to come when they pull out that little book once more, and reminisce every student and classmate they had. To see their pictures and read their teary memoirs.

It has not been so for me. I must be the first Legionnaire in ages, to be left out of those grand pages.
My memoir has been written, and even checked by High Commander of the First Language, Madam Shafeullah.
It was not printed with my other comrades.

I will be the only Legionnaire totally erased from the schools only time capsule for us Legionnaires.
I will be the only one, no one can remember in 40 years, because I was not remembered in the magazine itself.

You know what it feels like?

It feels like death. It feels like I've died a lonely death, but no one came to my funeral.

Actually, it feels like I wasn't even GIVEN a funeral.

Thank you, St. Andrew's, for all the memories. For that shall be the only thing you've given me.
Memories, and nothing else.

The Padfutonian

2008-11-17T14:09:00.001+08:00

Shawn, don't you DARE change any credits.

Letter to the Legionnaires

2008-11-17T12:54:00.001+08:00

The War is over.

Its OVER.

Legionnaires return from their flanks; heading not into their forts, but into the great towering ships that await them on the Shores of the New World.

Congratulations, to all, for their successfull skirmishes.

Choose your new allegiance wisely; the new Forts will be yours home.

One day maybe we shall meet again, as comrades, or as foes.
Till then, twain shall we meet.

The Padfutonian

REIGN OF EX 3B

2008-11-15T18:49:00.000+08:00

TO ALL EX 3B LEGIONNAIRES:

Normal plating POLO Chestguards are finally completed.

Aewon Blacksmiths have shipped the order to Port Padfoot.

The Padfutonian Merchant's Guild at Port Padfoot currently awaits distribution orders.

Port Padfoot Authorities

2008-11-14T06:48:00.000+08:00

I just want to die.

I pray to heaven to ask for a reason why I need not do this.

I beg YOU, to give me a reason to stop this.

Please.

Official Notice

2008-11-10T13:53:00.001+08:00

I apologize for the severe flamings in the tagboard.
Due to that, there will now be rules set for my blog's tagboard.

1. NO FLAMING.

2. Suggestions are, of course, allowed. However:
(i) Do not suggest it like this: "Change it back. Its not user-friendly." This causes Sparks, which causes fire. Fire = flames and flames = not allowed.
(ii) Suggest it nicely, like "I liked the previous one better, because...."

3. Insulting is not prohibited ONLY IF IT IS CLEAR IT WAS A FRIENDLY JOKE. Joking insults to unfamiliar people will cause Sparks.

4. Defending yourself against a flame is also not prohibited, but IS GREATLY DISCOURAGED.

Flames, if extremely disturbing, will be deleted.

5. Any harsh comments or criticism should be posted under Anonymous. Please note that posts under the name Anonymous WILL be deleted after I've read it.

6. Please drop a comment if you pass by. Its kinda rude to look through someone's tagboard without posting something. Contribute to the letter, please. Thanks.

To Yamyam, you're not at fault. Thanks very much for the suggestion. Excuse Maple, she has a right to defend herself and this blog. She has contributed about 50% of the work to build this template and she IS an official author of the Padfutonian Archives. Therefore, I think she (or anybody) would have defended themselves.

To Maple, you're not to be blamed either. Yamyam was, indeed suggesting something, and as much as it may seem to be harsh and rude, she wasn't meaning to be and its her style to be straightforward and believes in "not beating around the bush."

Let this case be closed and no more dwellings shall be drawn in this episode.

Administrator

10/11/08

Update Withdrawn

2008-11-08T13:13:00.003+08:00

As soon as I switched back to my original skin, I recieved several protests. Therefore I switched back to the Journal Skin. I'll try to make this layout better.

Thanks for the support guys!
Maple too =)

Administrator.

2008-11-06T06:53:00.002+08:00

I ran and ran until I could run no more.

Then, finally, after what seemed like a year, I finally reached the Grove.

It was true; the skies indeed had disappeared; only a grey blanket of forbidding clouds covered it all.

The Tree itself seemed to shun me.
I walked on, and stopped by the chair-like root I used to enjoy sitting on while reading the leaves and their journals.

A new leaf caught my eye.

I read it and realised the great pain the tree was in.. The journal was so touching, I immediately broke out into tears. I instinctively vowed to make whoever hurt the tree pay for what he did.

What happened next made me realise that I was not welcome here. The Grove began to fade again as soon as I had read that on leaf.

Once again, that feeling of hopelessness and emptiness began to fill me together with grief. I knelt down and gasped as the seer joy and happiness began to sap from me.

The Grove of the Maple tree was leaving - again. The Grove of Eternal Sunset; for everyone but me.

The Padfutonian.

Journal 4-11

2008-11-04T20:56:00.004+08:00

HTML is tough, tough tough. I still don't get anything about it.

But I'm learning, and I've learn't some new tricks. I'll write again one day.

And for Maple.. Please, don't be like this. I miss the bouncy you. Come back, please.

The Padfutonian

An explanation to the new Archives

2008-11-03T17:01:00.002+08:00

The Padfutonian Archives' theme/setting isn't just coincidental.

The book represents the Journal of the Padfutonian himself.

The Journal is opened by default, and initially by entering the web page, you will see the title and subtitle of this book.

The year 218 B.C. is a very important set of numbers for the Padfutonian. Therefore, year of publication of this Journal has been set to this date.

Inside this Journal contains his (of course) Journals, which is the main area where his logs are kept. Updates, official news and etc. will be pasted here. Remember to check here regularly.

The next chapter is called The Padfutonian. Here in this chapter is information kept to a minimum about the Padfutonian.

Tyler Schoarnnoth Padfoot is the Padfutonian's full name. His birthday is found below. (hint, please remember.) Some may ask how is it possible that the Padfutonian's birthday is about 2000 years after the publication of this journal? Here's the truth : I don't know. Another mystery about the Padfutonian. =P

Here are the words "Once upon a wintery midnight.." portray his desire to return to Canada, where he grew up into a little boy. This also inspired him to write his first official song, Midnight in Winter, which is written under the supervision of Commander Jefferson of the Music Department of the Elite Guard.

Fort ISB, Elite Guard of the International Baccalureate is his current position.

Below of course, is his mail posting address.

The elvish words below is a favorite quote of his. Perhaps we shall let you find out the meaning on its own...?

The Crossroads is where directions and signposts to other archives can be found.

Index. Do I really have to explain this?

Credits. What's credits?

To the right of the book you will find the Letters to the Legionnaires draft copy. Now, by now you would have read many many letters to the legionnaires written by the Padfutonian, and this one is an unfinished draft copy due to the magical properties that allow this piece of parchment to generate new words according to each Legionnaire's thoughts. Its a very powerful piece of communication and The Padfutonian treasures that possession very much, so much that he would feel lost if someone stole it, or his fellow legionnaires stopped communicating with him through it.

The letter underneath the magical parchment is a letter from Kael. He is greatly exalted in the Padfutonian Archives due to his contribution to the morality of the archives.

The Scrolls of Tribute below the book are letters to Maple, Nobuko and Wei Kuen.

Wei Kuen has been placed to the far left (in most languages left comes first) and she DOES come first because this Archive was originally named Amethyst Skies, and was initially named after the strong pact and relationship between the Padfutonian and Legionnaire Tigress. One could say the birth of this blog is due to her.

Nobuko does not come second in this case. She was randomly around him when the Padfutonian was naming the Scrolls, and he needed one more name for the middle Scroll, so The Padfutonian decided to name it to her, above a scroll from IB, Fort ISB. (To signify his "allegiance" to their military.) She is the first Japanese girl he's met, therefore The Padfutonian decided that is a good enough reason to give her a Scroll.

Maple was placed third, and she owns a Scroll of Tribute because this new Archive's design and implementation was not possible without her. It is also purposefully placed above a Scroll named "Invitation!" to invite her back to Brunei. >=(

The pieces of parchments laid across the table under the books and etc are actually extracts of the Scriptures of the Bible (which the Padfutonian conveniently found on Deviantart.com) and apart from decorating the Archive, it shows his strong passion for Christ and undying allegiance to Christianity.

The two darkened scrolls above are random. Really.

I'll be back.

Journal 1-11

2008-11-01T22:57:00.002+08:00

Journal 1-11

Another sun has risen and fallen.

We go closer to death with each passing sunrise and sunset.

To everyone out there who picks up this book of Journals, I thank you for your faith.

To Legionnaire Maple especially, who shows outstanding loyalty to this meaningless Archive.

I promise to work hard on this new Archive infrastructure.

Till we meet again, friends. May your swords stay sharp.

The Padfutonian

Exams soon

2008-11-01T18:32:00.004+08:00

& i'm so in love with you <3

& now, i'm very annoyed at Shawn for putting his post on top of mine, so I shall post another one :) I think I need to start studying for my exams. I must bring back books now to start writing study notes. My mum is very worried for me :) She believes I must have faith in myself because I lack confidence! HAHAH! :D i love you mum.

Yes, and not to mention Shawn - Since he'll definately want to be mentioned in his blog!

Lovee,

Maple

Love Plague <3

2008-11-01T17:53:00.007+08:00

POSTED BY MAPLE; AUTHOR OF MEAWPURRIAN ARCHIVES.

& just to get rid of the credits on Shawn's post, i'm going to blog here.

He has the power to delete this post anyway :( grr. He revoked me of my admin priveledges the moment I finished the blogspot! So, do you agree with me in saying that he is a very very evil person? :) Anyway. I have to go off to bed soon. :) I think everyone is in bed except me.

Oh this blogskin annoys me. It's just too small! JUST what The Padfuntonian is looking for. Hell yeah, i finally learnt how to spell that. Before I kinda spelt it as The Padfuntian. :D shortcut! HAHA, man thats awesome.

I seem to have so much to post about on my blogspot, but when it comes to ruining shawn's blogspot, I have absolutely nothing to say except garbage :( Oh puffers. I shall stop now :) One post is enough to get rid of the other one anyway :)

Lovee,
Maple

The Padfutonian: "No, I wont allow it to work. If it disappears again, I shall remove you from the authors." =D

Journal 1-11

2008-11-01T14:32:00.008+08:00

A completely new look for The Padfutonian Archives.

This theme is centered around a Journal of a Padfutonian's Journey.

Guides to this new skin:

BEST VIEWED WITH INTERNET EXPLORER 9

Journal - this is where you can read my posts. To maximise effeciency of this skin, only ONE POST can be seen at once. To visit older posts, click Index.

Important! Please REFRESH the page if you want to check for updates, etc (except Cbox, use the built in refresher).

Clicking links again will NOT work.

The Padfutonian - Author of the Journal. Contains information about the Padfutonian.

Crossroads - Links to other blogs.

Page of Chat - This is the good ol' spammable Cbox.

Index - History of the previous Journals

Credits - to those who made this cool skin.=)

AND TO MAPLE, THE MOST SWEETEST GIRL I'VE MET. SACRIFICING HOURS TO MAKE THIS THING WORK FOR ME.

LETS HEAR IT FOR THE GREAT MAPLE OF GOHS. =D

Thanks Maple.

Eliminated

2008-10-26T21:29:00.002+08:00

There is obviously no doubt.

I hereby declare the previous logos eliminated from this project.

HEAVY UPDATE ON EX3B SHIRTS

2008-10-26T12:49:00.008+08:00

JUST today i've walked over to Legionnaire Wilson's house and we've done alot of discussing regarding eX-3b's armoury order.

also, Legionnaire Frozster has sent me a very imp

ressive logo. This is the logo:

note: subject to change, 2006 A.D. will be placed below the X, and the word Blueprint will be changed to "Blueprinted".

There is a slight problem with this logo, but can be overseen. The transparent parts "X" and "3" and "B" will take longer to print on to the shirts, (if we start within this week, it would be done about the 25th of november.) Cost wont be affected.

Without the transparent parts, (solid colors) it can be made within 4 days of manufacture.

A new vote will be open to allow ex-3b's to outvote the previous logos done by me.

ANY NEW LOGO SUGGESTIONS ARE WELCOME, PLEASE MSN ME OR EMAIL. TQ.

Templates done by Aewon

These designs are not final. We can add decor, lines, and abstract designs if you wish.

Round neck shirts (ew) in case some of you actually LIKE them. They have an estimated ESTIMATED ITS NOT COMFIRM price of $13 - $15.

Polo-shirts will be costed about $17-$19.

Just to integrate our main color into the shirt. I'm not sure, though.

INTERESTING OFFER! WHITE GLOW IN THE DARK FOR OUR NAMES AND NUMBERS (ADD $7 DOLLARS A SHIRT) means its not green, but white. (i think) Logo too, if you want.

AND SHUYEE sorry, she was right, to have personal quotes on our backs will raise the price exceptionally, so, for the greater good of our wallets, i hereby propose we all decide on one quote for all of us to wear.

A new idea for those interested; Available on request.

Full length jackets

These will look like long coats, but not suitable for winter nor rain. Quality is good, i've felt it myself. Material is suitable for moderate spring weather. Cost has a cap of $85 dollars, though I hope it will be as low as $50, or less. Design will be made as similar as possible to long coats of Organization XIII.

Be reminded that these are NOT suitable to harsh or even mild winter (depending on the amount of clothes on you).

This is just mild spring material and will protect you against cold rainy days in equatorial regions. It is not waterproof, as i have hoped.

example :

Aewon template and proposed design:

Quarter length jackets

The designs will be similar to the full length jacket, only the length is about quarter length, reaching roughly below your ass or half your thigh.

Proposed Aewon design:

Normal sized jackets

For those not interested in long coat designs. The price is relatively cheaper too, could cost about $35. material's the same. Reaches below your hips. or on them.

Aewon proposed design:

Estimated manufacture time is about 2 weeks from start of manufacture.

PLEASE CHOOSE ONLY ONE, IN ORDER TO SAVE COST.

Official Vote

2008-10-25T09:53:00.008+08:00

This is an official vote open only to EX-3B LEGION members.Those who are NOT in the legion are prohibited to vote, for one, you will not be wearing this shirt. Secondly it will affect the outcome.

THIS IS THE BACK OF THE SHIRT WITH Y

OUR NAME AND NUMBER (IN ROMAN NUMERALS)

THE YEAR 2006 A.D. CAN BE REPLACED BY 2000 A.D. FOR THOSE WHO WERE IN A DIFFERENT 3B GROUP

THIS IS 6 VERSION1

THE YEAR 2000 A.D. CAN BE REPLACED BY 2006 A.D. FOR THOSE WHO WERE IN A DIFFERENT 3B GROUP

THIS IS NUMBER 6 VERSION 2

THE YEAR 2006 A.D. CAN BE REPLACED BY 2000 A.D. FOR THOSE WHO WERE IN A DIFFERENT 3B GROU

THIS IS THE LOGO - SECOND PROTOTYPE.

IF YOU HAVE ANY SUGGESTIONS, PLEASE PUT IT IN AS A COMMENT FOR THIS POST, WITH IDENTIFICATION.

Journal 24-10

2008-10-24T08:58:00.003+08:00

Project X-III[B] ARMOUR will be reinstated after its initial shutdown four months ago.

Fellow legionnaires at Fort ISB, a few I shan't reveal, are actually connected by strong means to the Blacksmiths of Aewon.

Crests of the embedded full breastplate will be re-designed. All legionnaires of the X-III[B] Legion are very much encouraged to send in their suggested designs, as well as callsign nicknames, and Legionnaire numbers. Cost may vary about 15 gold pieces per breastplate. Higher quality Elven Mithril may be available, but subject to the X-III[B] Legion Council and Body for approval.

Please send a letter to tyler.padfoot@live.com or PM, if interested.

End of Journal 24-10

War Headlines!

2008-10-23T15:17:00.004+08:00

The Padfutonian Times

TWO historic skirmishes have passed for my fellow legionnaires back in Fort SAS.

The Battle of Chemistry, First-Thirds. Not much news have arrived back at me, but apparently it was a fine battle, with moderate casualties but nevertheless a fair victory.

The Battle of Biology, First-Thirds. News have reached my ears immediately through the best runners of Fort SAS, and the results were not pleasing.

Top legionnaire codenamed Legionnaire Night Tigress sent her runner immediately after the battle.

She suffers moderate injuries but reports other legionnaires heavily injured, otherwise mortally wounded.

Bananas and cucumbers?

There is still two battles to go for each Faction. You might JUST defeat these foul beasts.

Stay strong legionnaires, sharpen your swords and mend those wounds. The war is far from over.

No valu govad gen.

May blessings go with you.

The Padfutonian

Official Update

2008-10-20T19:12:00.001+08:00

A new gadget has been added to the Padfutonian Archives. This official update is the first one ever, and more might come. This update does not follow the rules of Padfutonian Roleplaying writing, therefore the language will be comprehendable and will not contain stupid words.

The new gadget is - IB Quote of the Day - where only a true IB student will appreciate its meaning. This may also contain IB jokes, written by IB students all over the world.

There has been no, so far, copyright law infringements that i have found that will prohibit me from publishing a quote on my blog.

I will, of course, give the name of the quoter if it has been given. Long live the Archives of many and all.

Moderator

Letters to the Legionnaires

2008-10-20T08:34:00.003+08:00

Greetings, friends of old and fellow Legionnaires.

It is apparent to all that the War of the O's steadily approach your gates, and all of you, as confident as you may seem in your skills, harbour great fear within each of your hearts, and lose confidence with each passing day as you near your battles.

There is, however hope to be felt within each of you. All of you have each other, and Time itself has allied itself with you, unlike me, who had to battle the War alone with Time against me.

This letter will be as much as I can make it be, a letter of advice and encouragement.

Warriorship - skills to analyse and tackle questions through logic and understanding; problem solving skills.
Magic - skills to memorise textbooks and definitions and such.

The Horde of English:
Stand strong against these foul beasts; they do not fear magic at all. Comprehension flanks are weak, and should be wiped out with your calvary as soon as you get the opportunity. Do not let this chance slip past, or they will return and incinerate your camps.
Composition flanks are harder to destroy, but remember this. The plot of your attack matters less then you think; true victory will come depending on the beauty and accuracy of your attacks. The first line of their defense (paragraph) will prove most useful in this manner, for when the time comes for the next lines, their fear and confidence of your victory will ensure it.

The Horde of D-Math.
This enemy is very, easy, for those who have a strong foundation on Mathematical Warfare. Magic also does not work against these enemies; they are resistant by 99%. The first flank requires you to skirmish without Calculator Catapults, but their warriors are easy and require slightly more thought to defeat them.
The next flank, the flank which DOES require Calculator Catapults, have much more devious warriors, but you can easily defeat them as well. DO NOT FORGET YOUR CALCULATOR.
Remember, as easy as the first flank of non-calc may be, many find that they score higher in the second, harder flank.

The Elites of A-Math.
This enemy will probably be the most challenging enemy, apart from the Knights of Malay, you will face in this war. You should have a basic understand on A-class Magic. They have the power to control Time to a certain degree, so be wary that Time will be against you in this skirmish. The use of magic here can buy you some remnants of Time.
DO NOT attempt to defeat the warriors you can not easily defeat, for you will oversee the ones that you CAN defeat, and if you find them too late, you will lose the skirmish.
Warchief Relative Velocity is the hardest enemy here, but it is not necessary to defeat him in combat. Just avoid him if you cannot defeat him and slay the others.
Tower Guards Differentiation and Ravenwood Archers Intergration are difficult to defeat too, but unavoidable, as they are multitudes of them. Spar well with your Commanders and practice deflecting as many possible blows as possible.

The Bio-engineering Officers.
This enemy can be easily defeated, for their tactics are limited therefore attacks can be easily predicted. Memorising the Book of Biological Spells and Curses and then using it against them; they are of the only enemies weak to the use of Magic.

But to this day, their warriors grow stronger. You need to have the skills of warriorship in order to cinch this battle.

The Chemical Concocters.
This enemy knows magic - you must know magic to counter that. This battle is hard, as hard as the Physician Legion, because of the heavy balance between their warriors and spellcasters.
For this battle, know that it is equally important to know magic and warriorship if you wish to defeat this enemy with a Perfect Kill.

The Physican Legion.
This enemy has tactics similar to the Chemical Concocters, but they flanks of warriorship is sligthly more dangerous than their spellcasters. Be well to know that it is quite important to spar regularly with Physician Dummies and target practices.

The Principals of Accounts. (principle)
This enemy is similar to the Elites of A-maths, they are heavily warriorship based, but also require to a certain degree, magic to be utilised in certain areas. A totally new unit became known to my spies only a few days before the battle, thus i could not properly prepare for it. Refer to your respective Commanders for more details regarding this type of unit.

The Knights of Malay.
There is no doubt here, this is the most formidable opponents of the entire battlefield. I'm afraid I cannot tell you more than you already know.

A basic tip before advancing onto the field, one night before the battle, take out your Handbook's Guide to Magic, and just read the whole thing. Notable handbooks and revision guides would be Longman, etc.

May your spears and swords stay sharp, your shields stay strong. May your arrows find their marks, Legionnaires.

No in elenath hîlar nan hâd gîn.

May all stars shine upon your path.

The Padfutonian.

Letters to a Legionnaire

2008-10-08T12:40:00.003+08:00

I have two dreams.

Two dreams that I long for,
Two dreams to come true.

Two dreams that I crave for,

Two dreams to persue.

Two dreams that signify,
My hopes and desires

Two dreams of my life,
To need; to require.

The dream of flight,
To the skies to soar.

Under the golden sunlight;
Great Freedom's door.

Together with the wings,
God has gracefully given

To the birds that sing
their joy of freedom.

The dream of peace,
and happiness in Heart.

The dream of the bliss
of a silent dark.

Your memories haunt me,
like a relentless ghost.

Never to release thee
From my pain utmost.

I dream to fly,
To escape the Earth

What's down there to hurt us;
To kill us from birth.

I dream of happiness,
because its possible.

With the magic of flight;
The stars are reacheable.

I dream of flight;
I dream of peace.

So I can be untied;
These chains release.

If I Spread my Wings,

and I took Flight,

I've finally escaped

From you,

To endless light.

The Padfutonian

ZOMG

2008-10-05T21:52:00.002+08:00

ZOMG
ZOMG
ZOMG

Can you imagine? I'm this busy.

Holidays just started too, but my internet connection just raped itself.

Im writing this at Jeff's house. So haha.
I think there'll be Journals up soon, I feel a story building. =D

The Padfutonian

Letter to the Legionnaires

2008-09-21T15:31:00.002+08:00

I really apologize for the slow response in my Archives.

The Elite Guard's jobs are getting more and more tedious and vigorous, and soon I won't be able to even pick up my quill, let alone complete whole Journals again.

I promise, I will have at least one Journal Discovery a week, and at most I shall try to get one Journal in a day.

Till next time, friends.

The Padfutonian.

Journal 21-09

2008-09-21T13:22:00.003+08:00

An addition to the family.

IT is the Aspire 6920G Gemstone Blue Acer laptop.

It came only last Wednesday, long after the death of the Sun for that day. I was at Port Padfoot, sweating a lake as I struggled to complete the last of my off-hour assignments. Just then one of the High Officials of Port Padfoot informed me my new Journal Creation Instruments had arrived soon to the death of the Wednesday sun.

At a whopping 16" widescreen (16:9), the graphics are definitely admirable, and for once in my life I was able to run Lord of the Rings: Battle For Middle Earth strategic simulation on fully rendered 3d graphics without Lag. (Lag is a 21st century modern term used to describe the delay in a response.)

Music playback is also superb. There is a great new built-in feature called Windows Media Centre and Arcade Deluxe, both to optimize your multimedia experience. Given free was also a full function remote control for my notebook. (It looks like a TV remote.) and a little VOIP phone.

It has been added to my family.

Saphire Qat - 6920G

Black Cat - s500i Sony Ericsson

Black Cat the Second - PSPphatBLACK

End of Journal 21-09

Journal 17-09

2008-09-17T06:56:00.002+08:00

Have you ever gotten the feeling where you'd think people would remember you because of the impact you made in their lives?

Think again sir. They'll remember you alright, but there would be only slight thoughts and reminiscence of you. There are so many people I've promised myself never to forget, but as new people and new things come into my life every day, that promise has become very hard to keep.. I don't even know who've I've forgotten already, well, basically, if I did know, I wouldn't have forgotten them anymore.

I have no doubt I've been forgotten too.. By whom, I don't know.

There's only one person I still think about at least once a day, without reason or initiative. I guess she really made an impact on my life. So great my life seems different without her. =)

This isn't an emo-type journal. I promise. =) Its just a journal I poured my thoughts out into.

But you know what would be even worse? Being replaced by someone else. That will hurt. Alot. Or it, has? =)

Its a cold, rainy morning. I write these words in the IB common room with voices sounding far away. The time for Registration has come. I'll take up my quill again later, sirs.

Till then,

End of Journal 17-09.

BONUS ARCHIVE: Ancient Journal Unearthed

2008-09-15T17:28:00.004+08:00

LINK TO DICTIONARY

IT was late afternoon, about 1700 hours.

I stayed crouched in the bushes. With my right hand resting on my quiver of long, slim metallic arrows, I waited for his signal.

I still cannot remember how long it has been since the start of all this.

(This is a story about the life in Chempaka Park, once upon a time where many kids roamed the roads and jungles. )

Just yesterday we were at a calm peace, but now tension broke out and we were forcefully divided into two sides.

The drums of war thunder once more, thus began the first civil war in neighbourhood history, the Great War of Chempaka.

(Great memories when we were kids, and learnt the art of warfare, the hard way, yet the safe way. This journal entry is specially dedicated to Emperor Erect Sir Kael'thalas, Prince Jeffrey, and my former comrades of Chempaka. To our childhood memories!)

I looked around at my legion. We were no more than 14 years of age. In fact, the average age amongst us was about 11 years. Sweat and looks of anxiety streamed down our faces. We have been waiting for almost 5 minutes.

I glanced down at my quiver of arrows and my pipe-based longbow. I still remember the feeling of pride when I first discovered the power of a properly strung pipe based bow, effectively flinging 30 cm long metallic arrows over a distance that could cover a whole road's width. In Chempaka, that is about the furthest distance you would need, as there is very little open space and battles were mostly fought far out from civilisation.

The power was strong enough to punch a hole through a thick cardboard piece, or a thin plank of wood. When fired against thick planks, a devastating sound can be heard across 30 metres. It can shatter glass too, if the time required.

I looked at my team again. Mostly armed with simple wooden rubberband based bows and crudely fashioned wooden swords, they did not look very intimidating.

"He's coming back!" whispered one of my teammates.

True enough, he was. He came back with his great sword in hand, and shook his head. (it was more of a staff back then) The opposition were off exploring new hideouts and trenches in the jungles of Chempaka, apparently. Dinner time was coming, and our parents required us back before 1845 hours. The skirmish will continue tomorrow, at 1600 hours sharp.

Three months later.

We were at our home base, preparing for a upcoming battle. In those three months of exploration, colonisation and encapturement of territories, our technology also improved greatly.

I, still using my trusty but heavily improved longbow, was armed with a Glock Airgun and magazine of about 40 pellets.

My long bow now used heavy wooden arrows that could be sharpened at the tips, increasing damage and bleeding chances. Its range also increased dramatically due to the loss in weight. My bow also had its string extended to form a heavy whip to use at close quarter combat.

I looked at Jeffrey. He was arming his Sniper, so far the most heavy duty weapon seen in battle. Fitted with a proper scope, his accuracy was improved slightly, but the power was devastating. A shot at a window once from a distance of about 10 metres chipped the glass.

Every one else were weilding Desert Eagles and MP5's. Most were also armed with wooden swords too, but this time sharp enough to cut flesh. I know, it happened to me.

"Lets move out team," I commanded to them, rubbing my finger where I stupidly underestimated the sharpness of my sword.

Everyone automatically moved towards their mountain bikes (our most technologically advanced form of transportation) and took off towards the hills.

I flashed a look at Kael. He was gripping tightly an Ak-47, burst-fire capability. I stepped hard on my pedals and took off towards the hills as well on my trusty red steed.

Skirmishes were short and deadly. Gunfire were exchanged and many pellets found their targets. Wearing sunglasses to protect my eyes from stray shots, I let loose a few arrows. Several arrows hit their mark, but the distance and armour they wore protected them quite well from long range barrage. Most battles were fought on foot, but when bike-battles arose, things turns nasty. Riders would need to know how to cycle without hands to enable them to man their weapons. Most casualties were due to accidents, rather than gunshots.

There was once I was fighting aboard a bike, and ran out of wooden arrows. I switched to metallic, and desperately I fired at a lone rider, pedalling hard to reach up to his comrades. I missed the rider, but my arrow went right in between the spokes of his wheels and jammed his wheels completely. He was halted and we surrounded him and forced him into submission.

Since then, many riders were armed with metallic arrows and short bows and were trained to jam bicycles instead of hitting their riders. Th-

The journal uncovered was apparently torn into two or more parts. This is as much as the excavation team can decipher for now. In other words...

To be continued.

The Padfutonian Tongue for Dummies - 1st Edition.

2008-09-12T17:45:00.007+08:00

As a few close friends have suggested, I will now publish a dictionary containing as many Padfutonian phrases as possible, directly translated to modern English. They will be updated from time to time and I will post link to the post in every Journal.

Archives – (noun.) Blogs, webpages, or such associated with someone.

Armour – (noun.) stands for uniform. Eg. Fort SAS armour means SAS uniform.

Butterfly – (noun.) one who enjoys fluttering from flower to flower. (one who cant normally stick to a girl for more than a month)

Cats. – (def.) There are several classifications of cats. To be called a cat by the Padfutonian indicates his admiration/approval of you. There is not really an order, but more of definition.

Tigers – the highest class of admiration available.
Lions – high in respect and fear, but low of admiration. Used for scary people.
Panthers – undefined.
Leopard – undefined.
Cheetah – undefined, but if used, can be considered a very fast “moving” admirable person.
...Cubs – used for tigers and lions who are not really at that level yet, but higher than domestic cats.
Domestic Cats – high of adoration, several purrs of admiration but low on fear.

Commander – (noun.) teacher.

Evilinity – (noun.) a new word synthesized with the help of Maple. It means, evilness.

Fort – (noun.) Means school. Eg. Fort SAS is St. Andrew’s School. Fort ISB is the International School Brunei.

Grove of the Maple Tree – (noun.) a special case where “Archives” is not used to signify a Blog. (see Archives (n.))

High-Commander – (noun.) Principal, could also mean Coordinater – eg. High Commander Sir Toomer is the IB Coordinator at ISB.

International Baccaluareate Elite Guard [short form is Elite Guard] – (noun.) IB students.

Journals – (noun.) simply means a blog post.

Kills [in terms of Exam Grade] – (noun.) a perfect counter+kill is an A. An average counter+kill is a B. A perfect dodge without a kill/counter is a C. To get hit and suffer minor injuries is a D. To get hit and suffer major injuries is an E. To get hit and black out is an F. An example of this being used in a real-time battle can be found here : The Outcome of the Great War of O.

Legion – (noun.) Groups, or gangs, usually named after groups in Shawn’s MSN Contact list. For example :

The Alliance Legion – Benjamin Tang, Shawn Lim, Tan Wei Shen, Ng Wei Kuen, Maybelline, Elena Karim.

Usually, this has direct relevance to real-life groupings, intentional or unintentional. If I say, for eg. Maple’s Legion, I am talking about the group of people Maple hangs out with most.

Legionnaire(s) – (noun.) Student. Legionnaire Jays is Yap Jia Jia, for Eg.

Letter to.. (name) – (noun.) a post dedicated specially for someone to read, has direct revelance to the named party or individuals.

Meawpurrian – (adj.) a word used to describe a Maple action, noun, etc. Such as, Meawpurrian Archives. Meawpurrian Tributes, etc.

Off-hour duties – (noun.) Homework

Padfutonian - (noun.) referring directly to Shawn Lim, the author of the Padfutonian Archives.

Padfutonian - (adj.) referring to a noun, eg. Padfutonian Archives, Padfutonian Tongue, Padfutonian phrases, etc.

Port Padfoot - (noun.) Shawn's house/home.

Shifts – (noun.) Classes.

Vessel – (noun.) usually means car.

Special Comrades

Black Cat / Black Qat – (noun.) Tyler Padfoot’s callsign. This name can be found in several Netland CyberCafe computers in CoD4 profiles, Gunzonline International Character name. Used for heavy games. (see also – Commodore Padfoot.)

Commodore Padfoot – (noun.) the original name of the Padfutonian. [Full name is Tyler Schoarnnoth Padfoot, race Padfutonian.] Formerly known as Lt. Padfoot before the Imperial Age.

Emperor Erect, (formerly known as Prince Kael before the Imperial Age) – (noun.) Kelvin Soo. (correct me Emperor, if your name is spelt wrongly. I call you Kael/Emperor too much.)

Erect Trooper – (noun.) Callsign for Emperor Erect in CoD4/COD5 games.

Canggar Rifleman - (noun.) Callsign for Emperor Erect in CS games.

Prince Jeffrey – (noun.) Jeffrey Hung. His name during the Imperial Age.

I cant really think of any more commonly used phrases. There is history behind most of the words and their origins, but they are long winded, and perhaps one day when i am free i will pick up my quill and record it in my Journals.

NON - JOURNAL : OFFICIAL CLARIFICATION OF PADFUTONIAN TERMINOLOGY

2008-09-11T21:52:00.005+08:00

Simply made to justify my use of the word EMO EMO EMO

Shawn Lim Hoong Tze wrote at 9:46pm
lol. Yeas emo is the short form of emotional, usually associated with the word depressed, but can also be used as the terminology of the attitude of gothicity, or the usual attitude of getting extremely sensitive over what could have been a light joke.

Basically emo isthe term used to easily- depressedpeople, or could BE depressed people, but in my context i like to use the word emo in place of many adjectives - such as

1. incomprehendably unreasonable -eg. the msn is very annoying. you cant send msges properly- "Your msn is very emo, sir."

2. tired - This is an appearance shawn always mistakes for emo. "Why are you so emo today?" "=.= im just tired, shawn."

3. Angry and fustrated. - in this case shawn properly uses the idea of emo from Emotional (literally meaning, consumed by emotion - which could be fustration) therefore the question rises " Why so emo today? " which ultimately earns shawn usually a kick, in special cases silent treatment for no less that 2 hour(s).

Shawn Lim Hoong Tze wrote at 9:49pm

4. rarely happens, but does, for people who are genuinely depressed to an extreme extent.

5. can be a random word that can be ignored.

sorry for the unneseccarily long explanation of the word. I just get many unhappy comments about my abuse of the word emo, so i would like to justify myself. im quoting this in my blog for the people out ther who find shawn's "WHY SO EMO TODAY" highly annoying and decreases reputation and socialilty by 245 experience points.

-quoted from two comments on Maple's photo.

Journal 10-09 : Grove of the Maple tree

2008-09-10T17:47:00.005+08:00

Just as I was walking along the Road to Meawpurrian Archives, I noticed how bright the sun was, bathing its golden rays down on great plains of green grass, and as soon as I reached the proximity of the Archives, I noticed how all the trees were young maple trees, with golden-red maple leaves slowly flittering down in the light breeze.

I soon reached the archives. But i couldn't find anything that looked like it would store journals. What stood there, instead, was one grand Maple tree that looked like something out from a beautiful elvish tale. I drew closer.

When I reached within 3 metres of the tree, I immediately felt calm and tranquility spread all over me, it was as if the world had come to a complete standstill.

I found the archive, at last. Written magically on every one of the maple leaves that flittered down, I sat down at a beautiful stone bench and picked up a leaf to read.

I read till it was near sunset, where the Grove seemed even more beautiful than it first looked. I wanted the moment to last forever, but unfortunately, the Grove was slowly fading away.

I didn't realise it at first, and when it faded to the point that I realised I might never see it again, it hit me hard, and I broke down.

I returned to my own Archives, and by candlelight and quill I write this latest Journal.
One day, I promise I will embark on a quest to find that Grove once more, and share its tranquility again.

End of Journal 10-09

-Note from BlackQat - This an analogy of how I met Maple, how we shared great laughs and how she just LEFT ME. It may also be used as a history for her new blog link name.

Yet another post dedicated to maple! =) hahaa. I can't stop going on about her, no? Even when thousands of kilometres away, she still gives me great ideas for new posts. =) this blog might as very well belong to her. <3

Till next time, folks.

Journal 09-09

2008-09-09T16:22:00.004+08:00

The days are growing longer, yet seem shorter each time they pass.

Just yesterday Legionnaire Jays from Fort SAS and Legionnaire Jespher from Fort SGS both arrived, early afternoon, close to about 1400 hours at Fort ISB. It was a great pleasure to once again see Fort SAS armour, its beautiful pure white full top plates, and light blue skirt armour. We walked around the Fort before they brought their Letters of Allegience to High Commander of the Elite Guard, Sir Toomer.

I of course managed to gain passage aboard their vessel back to Port Padfoot, my home.

A few days ago, was the Grand Celebration of the makings of Legionnaire Crest Marinaris of The Alliance Legion, otherwise known to others as Commodore W.Shen.

It is my very very great appreciation and honour to once again dine with the great Legionnaires of Fort SAS, all of whom I dearly love and miss.

I have included a few heilographs of the occasion in this Journal.

Three members from the Alliance Legion. Legionnaire Ben, Kuen and Maybel.

Legionnaire Daniel and I.

I, together with Legionnaire Jays

Two members from the Alliance Legion, I and Legionnaire Maybel.

Two members of the Alliance Legion, Legionnaire Kuen and I.

It was a very memorable day, though it may seem normal to all of you.
For me, the memory may last longer than it should.

End of Journal 09-09.

Letter: A tribute to an old friend.

2008-09-06T07:47:00.004+08:00

Good day to you, Maple. It has been a long time since our paths crossed.

I do hope you are growing prosperous and successful in the lands of New Zealand. Things have gone through many a change while you were absent from our presence. It was as if even the sun seems less brighter than it used to be.

Back in the Chen Lao Shi Concentration Camp, classes grow ever so quiet, and the drag of the exercising drills become more pronounced, even more so than they already are. We've all noticed your absence, more than we notice Nicky, Arthur, or Soon Lin gone. They all were nice people, but the reason why you were missed most is because you were exceptionally loud.

Now, this isn't something to worry about. This feature of yours never failed to cheer me up whenever I needed such. It never failed to send Commander Chen to the depths of craze whenever she heard your obliviating laugh. It never fails to brighten up our class.

Now, there isn't anyone for me to write secret Elvish letters to, there isn't anyone to ignore and hear them go - "God, Shawn are you still ignoring me? Geeze fine then." and moments later you turn back to see me standing there with my finger out, about to poke you. And then, funnily enough, you just stand there, as if dumbstruck and confused, "What on earth is this guy doing?"

So i poke you and you scream and Commander Chen shouts "Ling Hong Tze! Wu Fung! Ni men Kam mA!"

All of this now is lost, gone together with you halfway to the New lands of your own new fort, but somewhat lost halfway in the vast oceans.

I was just poking through your FB Archives a while back, and looking once more at you in your pictures brings back a feeling that lies somewhere between a sunshine brighter and a very empty, lost feeling.

There was one group of photos, in the XO's album which shows you in dark green suit armor (obviously a new one for your fort, am i right?) apparently dancing around in a crazy fashion while one of your friends clicks the button. It was something one fine Maple would do with her friends; molest a camera in a most astonishing way.

Well, my off-hour duties still have much to be completed, added to the assignments given by Commander Chen for crying over you in her Drills. Okay THAT was a joke. There's much to do, and less sunshine in my life to do them.

Its just a small tribute to you.
Forever love,

The Padfutonian.

Journal 3-09

2008-09-03T16:37:00.003+08:00

Once again behind the Great Walls of the Fort, it has been an uneventful day.

There isn't much to mention about the journey today, only much of my own personal feelings to share.

I choose to do so through the Archives mainly because its not as awkward as blurting out strange things to a person who makes a distorted face.

I thought of the skies today. I used to dream about being up there in the sky, flying my life away.. That dream was crushed soon after i realised it wasn't as a secure job as i had hoped.

After meeting a new guy from the lands of England who actually experiences the freedom of flight as a flying student, the dream once more realizes itself.

I am determined to touch those clouds.

Other than that little emotional moment, everything else has been pretty boring.

And I don't see enough of the Squirrel Legionnaire to complete my day. That makes me even more emo.

Off duty hours have been increased dramatically, as if a Second Great War is about to be waged. This is madness! I barely have enough energy to pick up my own swords now, let alone man the semi automatic cannons.

Mathematician Commander Sir Toomer has set us an enormous amount of mathematical problems to be solved and is due the next sunrise. Even as I scribble down these words i sweat and grow weary of the Elite Guard's duties.

Foreign communicator skills are also highly piled and to add to the parchment killers, the Design and Technology Sector and Commander Baird has set a research on a certain issue, to be in a week.

The walls themselves seem to grow taller each day, with increasing ominousness.

I'm afraid, my friends, its time to put down my quill. I have much work to complete.

End of Journal 3-09.

DISCOVERED: Letters to home

2008-09-01T15:02:00.004+08:00

I'm actually quite taken aback by some recent events from the past few days.

Quite a number of people I've been looking forward to get to know have actually approached me and told me, "Hey, you know what? I asked some SAS people about you and they said you were annoying. "

Some went, "He's a bit of a player." Some went even a bit further, but I can't quote.

All very interestingly bad stuff, really.

I've put much loyalty and faith in my former comrades and that great Institute of Learning, but seems like they haven't much in me.

It saddens me to know this, but even more so to know that they actually downsize my name behind me. However, a legacy is a legacy. It can't be remade.

Loyalty and Faith still yours,
Always and Forever, Friends.

The Padfutonian.

Delay in uncovering the Journal.

2008-08-31T20:23:00.002+08:00

I apologize for the delay. The excavation team will work overtime to bring it back up as soon as possible.

Journal 30-08

2008-08-30T10:35:00.010+08:00

[THE FIRST JOURNAL OF THE OBBD SKIRMISH - TEMBURONG HAS BEEN UNCOVERED. IT HAS BEEN MOVED TO THE CAS ARCHIVE VAULTS (link is broken please follow http://tylerpadfoot-cas.blogspot.com).]

It has been a lovely day.

No kidding. Keychain Walkman has brought so much life into my between-lessons and lunch periods i feel so much more bubbly now that i can listen to Oasis and like uhh Love Hina while walking down the corridors to lessons. Or from.

=)

The days at the Fort has grown into me. I soon am getting used to the shifts, the bells and my assigned posts.

However, the off-duty hours are getting swarmed with overtime duties and lots of Intelligence Gathering. It is getting harder as each day is born and dies, and i wonder to myself if i have enough strength to carry on down this path of the Elite Guard.

We had badminton yesterday! it was really fun. Whacking the feathery thing around. nothing beats that. Except "fishing" obviously. I love fishing. Especially when u catch one.

Special post to Yesmean, whose birthday just came and left yesterday, the 29th of August 2008 A.D.

HAPPPPPPPPPPPYY (belated) BIRTHDAY YESMEAN!!

I must say, i am pretty gonked by the fact she spent her birthday out on a netball court (some sort of competition). she did say she was in love with sports therefore i believe she didn't mind abit. Though, i personally would have wanted to stick around with my friends. Well maybe iwont, it would be mightily embarrassing wont it? them doing funny stuff to you and all. Not that it has happend to ME

never once has my FRIENDS thrown me a surprise party. HUH. HUUH
not that i want one (zomg that would be terrible) but it kinda shows how affectionate your friends are.

Yeszie told me how her friends had thrown her one, once. Congratz, you know? Your friends are that affectionate to do something special for you. How well they did it, of course, matters very little and is not entirely relevant to the fact above.

One a picture for the special one. =) i wish i din get such an emo one haha.

Happy birthday Yesmean <3

More journals to come, as soon as my off-duty missions are accomplished. I sincerely apologize for the delay of this journal.

Journal 25-08

2008-08-25T20:24:00.004+08:00

A newly discovered journal that is believed to contain the Great Journey of the Padfutonian through the rainforests of Temburong is currently being deciphered. It should be released as at of tomorrow, the 26th sun of the 8th moon.

Journal 25-08.

It has been a wonderful day at the fort. Although we were exhausted from the Great Journey, we had little choice but to return to our posts behind the walls.

As at of this day, I was assigned to work starting from the second shift onwards. Therefore, I have free times during the first shift. I took the opportunity to speak to my fellow legionnaire Hui Yen, who is infact one of the nicest person I've met. We talked through till the 0845 bell about interestingly interesting stuff, such as and ongoing "duel" between an ISB legionnaire and a SAS legionnaire. =) i hope you're reading this, Mo.

The next shift i was assigned to learn their languages. It was familiar to me, English, but it was nothing i had expected.

The poems, the literature, no comprehension, no composition, no grammar, just literature.
They were IMPOSSIBLE, simply IMPOSSIBLE to understand. I cannot understand the poems at all, they wrote in a language i REFUSE to classify as English. I believe english will be one of the greatest challenges for me in this Fort.

Ah, but the next shift. It was simply wonderfull! I took Music as an Arts course, and the first thing my music instructor told us to do was to compose a piece from a set of simple chords.
Was that my thing! i had so much fun i was quite disappointed at the ringing of the bells.

After lunch, that came mathematics.

For those back at Fort SAS! Believe this! the Math (higher Level) they do in IB - Its 95% identical to O'level Additional Mathematics! I've checked the whole WHOLE textbook! There's only 2 topics we haven't learnt. Everything else is repeated. So those legionnaires from SAS who are intending to transfer to Fort ISB, pay attention to SAS AMATH classes and you'll breeze through here like drinking from a bottle. =)

There isn't much left to be written on this journal. Soon my journals, i promise, will consist no more of the jobs i do, but more of my personal life. Till then, thanks friends.

A little ps.

I'm rapidly losing interest in the legionnaire i've been noticing. She just ignores me, for reasons unknown. I know she knows me, I know she would talk to me if she wanted to. But she doesnt. I'm not happy one bit, its these kind of people im not too fond of. I really dislike those who pretend i don't exist.

She would have been a great friend too.

It's probably awkward to say this but i have to thank Ann Lee, Hui Yen, Amirah, Nyssa and a handfull of others who helped make my transition easier than it would originally have been. Notice they're all girls. 0.o Hmm........... I won't know why.

Fort ISB, its becoming a colder place than it would seem.. Till the rise of the next sun, I put my quill down.

End of Journal 25-08.

The second day in the Great Fort. (There is a bonus archive recently uncovered just below this one)

2008-08-21T15:59:00.003+08:00

Today was another day at the fort, we were briefed further on our training and there was nothing much interesting going on.

Although, as required by the Commanders of the Fort, a new archive section will be constructed to house a new journal that will be required to keep.

There was a choice between handwriting a journal that will be kept in person, or a more modern archiving technique the Elite Guard like to call CAS-Blog. Therefore I have chosen the Blog Technique.

Tomorrow we will be off to a Medium Scale Skirmish mission to the Marshes of Temburong. We will be there for a period of 3 years, and are expected to return on the 5th month of the 3rd year. This was initially established to integrate teamwork and phalanxing skills to the Elite Guard.

There will be no forms of communications allowed during then, the only communications systems will be in the office of the Outpost we are headed to. Therefore, i may not recieve any letters, or such.

It will be an educational and interesting skirmish, with all the new great warriors i've met.

There is actually this one legionnaire I'm hoping to get to know more of.. =D hey hey hey, typical Padfoot, right? Can't stay away from the good ones.

It was about 1330 hours. I was alone in the corridors, and using that time alone, i thought to myself about home, and the life here in this grand fort.

The fort is grand, and large, and the warriors were all very great, the fishes as large as sharks.

But, i thought to myself, as i looked out into the Great Plains, this was nothing like home, and probably will never be home.

I miss our useless phalanxes and our little tadpoles. I really do.

This fort, i suppose, will never gain such approval from me. Perhaps it needs time? Perhaps. It has, been only, my second day, after all.

May Fort SAS stand strong always!
We may never meet again.

End of Journal 21-8-08.

(BONUS ARCHIVE) The outcome of the Great War which was fought in the months of May and June

2008-08-21T15:40:00.004+08:00

The war was long, tedious, and very little time to prepare for it. We trained overtime, fashioned crude weaponry and salvaged whatever arrows and armour we could from the last battle.

As the enemy drew closer to our walls, fear and calamity broke out and gripped our hearts, but we knew it was not the time to fall prey to such psychological attacks. We stood fast, held the line and gripped our spears with cold hands.

There were only a few of us, so the possibility of a Total Victory was very slim, perhaps about 9%.

But we fought, nevertheless.

And fight we did. I survived the battle with no scratches out of 8 hits, i defended 8 attacks perfectly, and a perfect counter to 5 of them. 2 warriors came up to me and slashed at me, but i dodged them both with average skill and managed to subdue them. However, due to that intense fighting, i failed to see an archer to my east, and thus i barely dodged an arrow that was fired towards me, thus i did not manage to counter it well. I survived without scath, but that was all i could do, survive.

The warrior who managed to kill all her 8 enemies was the legendary Elite Guard of the O's, Jasmine Yeo. She pulled off 6 perfect kills and 2 average ones. No room for error goes for that fine warrior.

She has been called to a distant land to fight another greater war.

Summary for those who don't like fancy writing.
5a's, 2b's and a c.
c's malay and 2 b's are poa and chem.

Jasmine seems to top Brunei again with a whopping 6as and 2bs. Congrats to that lady!

End of journal 10-6-08

And so, begins a new era.

2008-08-20T16:15:00.003+08:00

...continued from previous post.

Lumbering on clumsily with my heavy armour, tower shield and broadsword, i neared the fort as every second came and passed.

After what seemed like 2 whole days of wandering endlessly through a dead plain, I reached the banner carrier of the main phalanx. He lifted his banner, waved it twice and immediately an ominous black knight rumbled towards us.

I did what i knew i had to do. As he drew he sword, I hastily whipped out a long golden scroll holster and handed it to him.

As if expecting it, he took it immediately and looked through its contents.

And ordered me to be brought into the fort. About 6 other foreign warriors had the same fate.

It seemed as if we were just on time; the phalanx closed in on either side of us, and as soon as we entered through the titanic 10 metre thick steel gates, the entire phalanx created an impenetratable wall of shield and spear.

I have heard many stories about the fort, and its splendeur and grandeur, but of course as many legionnaires would say, they would all like to see it for themselves. Heard also about the very fine warriors found within its walls, indeed, i became quite eager to meet some of them, and perhaps even be offered a place in their legions.

My first impression of the great fort was based upon its infrastructure and walls.

Clearly there were signs that showed that this fort was built in ancient times, yet with defenses modern enough to force me to believe that this fort had been constantly repaired and countless additions were made to ensure the survival of its people.

I was led through its fine walkpaths and several heavily defended gates and was soon brought to their townsquare.

Several legions were already present, but there was a distinct difference in their rank. One flank wore light - looking armour, carrying small swords and small shields. They looked uniform and looked like the lowest rank of the fort's army.

The next flank wore heavy armour which was uniform as well, but carried large tower shields, and were armed with both broadswords and immensely long spears. They looked as if they were one of the highest ranks in the army.

Then there was one flank that wore impressively unique armour, with weapons and shields totally different from each other. I learnt later that they were called the International Baccaluareate Elite Guard, and that they were the highest non-commander ranks in the whole of the fort. It was that very flank i had applied to, and was accepted.

We start training next week.

HAHA> wooh, talk about RANDOM. I thought it'd be an interesting alternative to than reading my rumbles of how i went and all. so i hope you guys get it!

I've met MANY people today!
Lets see if i can remember them.

Roslee - he's not in my year, though. haha year 13
Adam - he's in my tutor group! a tutor group is like uh... like the class your form teacher handles.
also the only guy other than me in the group.

funfact!
(there is only an average of 7 students in each tutor group! compare that with our whopping 40+ students) talk about personal interaction.

Ann Lee - a girl from my tutor group. Very nice person! She showed me around, seems pretty talkative with the teacher and ... short? overall nice person.

Ah, Ms. Tracy. - a mandarin teacher who is our tutor group "commander". She's half korean and half taiwanese. Seems nice, though too early for any proper descriptions!

hui min. - is that the spelling? In thy tutor group. She taught me how to read my time table. it was of a very interesting format, frankly speaking....

uhmm .. jia min, i think, or ming - also from my tutor group. Seems quiet, or so, just towards me. I haven't reallyyy spoken to her yet. Haha.

Now, there was one more.. i cant remember her name...
Jean, was it jean? - yea i think so. tutor group. not much to say we din talk much.

william - i remember him because i forgot his name twice in the same morning. interesting fellow. Call 'em will, sez he.

Yesmean - just met her in the library during a OBBD briefing. a very very nice person =)

MAN!! i forgot this name too, and it was learnt BEFORE I LEFT FOR HOME!! Jennifer? uhmm jean? no its not jean! T_T ANYWAYS it was Amelia Lau's friend, of whom i talked to and was a pretty nice person too.

Man, i tell you, almost everyone there seems nice. Dodgy huh? =\

i met a few others, whom of i already know, so i will not mention them here.

INSPIRATIONAL, SENSATIONAL, BOLD. is that right? ISB.yeap.
A far cry from SAS, everything included, but of course, what can i say? for the better or for the worse? its up to you to decide.

Now and forever.

"forever" SAS right?
But the "now and" goes to ISB.

Thank you, SAS.
Here i come, ISB!

Take arms men! We take flight, at dawn.

And so comes to an end, thy voyage to New Lands.

2008-08-18T14:54:00.003+08:00

As this day nears to its death, a new day will be born, craddling in its arms the end of my long, perilious and treacherous journey from one fortress of scholars to another.

Literally speaking, as tommorrow dies, so does my holidays.

You guys out there must be thinking, wtf is with this idiot and his freaking holiday and school? Has he really turned to a wooden clock that spits out a noisy, ugly-looking wooden-feathered creature with wings every hour?

Excitement, friends.

I'm pleased to announce that I have been accepted to ISB! =.=
voice heard in the corner - (i thought he was accepted ever since he started blurting about his new school)

Nope, lol, just met Mr. Toomer who was a pretty nice man, and called me back the same day of my "interview" with the good news.

LIKE WOW LIKE WOW LIKE WOW LIKE WOW LIKE WOW LIKE WOW LIKE WOW LIKE WOW LIKE WOW LIKE WOW LIKE WOW LIKE WOW LIKE WOW LIKE WOW LIKE WOW LIKE WOW LIKE WOW LIKE WOW LIKE WOW LIKE WOW LIKE WOW LIKE WOW LIKE WOW LIKE WOW LIKE WOW LIKE WOW LIKE WOW LIKE WOW LIKE WOW LIKE WOW LIKE WOW LIKE WOW

kay time for some kickass shittedupped language.

It draws nearer, the stone grey walls that towered over the horizon. Hundreds of torches illuminated the wall sections, and thousands of armed cannons stood at their readies, speckling the wall in a ominous fashion.

One lone warrior, I stumble across the great plains towards the fort. My journey has been long and perilious, meeting challenges, and other warriors along the way. I fought through countless challenges to safeguard my sanity and survived, needless to say, however weak from the days of lonesomeness.

Now i stand here, only two days of a walk from here to the dark structure in the distance, a straight journey through the plains and several droughted streams that cut through the terrain.

I glanced around. Several unfamiliar specks of other travellers near the structure too. They were moving ever so slowly, as if they were not moving at all. Was this how we all looked to that great fort?

Several flares shot up from the fort, as if in slow motion. I just realized how far we still were from the fort, however near it may have seemed. One came in our direction and illuminated the lands on which we tread.

Even in the distance, I could make out one distinct movement that could either mean death, or survival. The gates, the titanic, black steel gates began to open ever so slowly.

As soon as a crack had appeared, out swarmed legions of warriors who immediately formed a massive phalanx. Were they to kill us, or to help us in?

We will soon find out.

The hard way.

..... to be continued.

Type your title here, sir. Sir? Your title bar is empty. .... hellow..?

2008-08-03T20:09:00.003+08:00

This is the month in which a whole new life begins.

Am i excited? - perhaps.

Aren't you nervous? - Should I be?

Do you think you will miss your friends, classmates of old? - most definitely. But all good things come to an end, so i guess it's time to move on.

What are you expecting of the people you will meet there? - I'm not the optimistic type, neither am i pessimistic. They will definitely be a long way off from the familiar personalities at St. Andrew's.

Indeed, topics of conversation will indeed be very different, perhaps even alien, rules of engagement will be rewritten totally, holds of stances must be altered to cope with foreign grounds.

Classrooms are no longer going to be the fort of you and your friends. Home room system.

Put it simply, this is going to be one hell of a month. I can feel it coming for me. With bloodshot eyes and bloodied arms and cracked fingernails, ISB comes towards me from miles away, but encloses the distance at a breakneck speed.

Am I honestly, truly ready for this task ahead of me?

My personal relations skills is simply not cut enough to provide me enough shelter and time to settle down.

A whole new school, a whole new course, a whole new system, a whole new troop of schoolmates, a whole new platoon of teachers.

Man. I'm not ready for this.

Ah, but even in the deepest darkest of the dark, hope still lies in that little glimpse of light shining like an angelic beacon, far off to the horizon where the endless skies meet the demanding seas.

I can only hope that whomever i may meet will give me my much desired shelters.

The road to the great Civilization of ISB is long and perilous, but the true moment of accomplishment can only be earned deep within its walls.

Now, lets spread those wings, shall we?

It was a cloudy day.

2008-07-09T14:40:00.002+08:00

I peeked around the corner. There was no one there.

Turning around, i signalled to John and waved him into the street. As he ran i covered his rear, making sure no one gets a back stab shot of him as he cleared the streets. I glanced at team Alpha 2, they were sprinting towards the building too. It was hard to see, with all the brown dust and debris flying all over the Middle Eastern town.

Suddenly a loud crack rang out, and instantly i flew into an open door to my right.

"Sniper!" shouted my captain. I called in a UAV immediately. The enemy no doubt will be more wary as soon as they detect my UAV being airborne, but atleast we can locate the snipers and take them down as soon as possible.

My radar blinked and i saw 2 red dots on the far end of the street.

Without hesitating, i whipped out my R700 sniper rifle and looked down the scope. Checking my radar consistently, i located a shifting bush and after confirming it with my radar, I pulled the trigger.

CRACK.

A split second before i dove behind the wall once more i saw a body fall sideways out of the bush.

"Sniper down." I spoke into my radio.

"Roger that." replied my captain. He signalled us and we continued moving towards the building.

We decided to sprint. As we were sprinting I hid my sniper rifle inside a bush and pulled out my M4 rifle.

This carbine model was a great weapon to use from medium to long range, and with its silencer, i could easily take down enemies without revealing my position.

CRACK.

A sharp pain went up my right arm and i instantly whipped in that direction. An Ak-47, aimed right at me at about 10 metres away, i dove onto the floor, effectively dodging another bullet he sent flying at me.

With other gunfires pounding in my ears, i realized my teammates were locked in their own battles. With no time to lose, i looked down my Iron Sights and pulled 2 fast triggers.

Down went the enemy. The room went silent.

"Sector clear." said my radio. I stood up and rubbed my arm.

So was the insight on the game COD4 - modern warfare. It is an impressive game when played multiplayer, easily surpassing Counter Strike and Battlefield 1, or 2, combined or alone.

Hardcore mode is a mode where there is no Crosshair, no radar, no bullet information, just a screen and your gun. You die in less that 2 shots, and must rely on your hearing, sights and judgement alone.

Military tactics can be effectively used in the game, but might require well trained teammates and might prove difficult against fearless "samsengs" who just burst in spraying their guns everywhere.

noobs.

Call of Duty 4 - Modern Warfare.
Its a game that is taking over the world. Has even risen to the ranks of DotA.

This would have been the last day of holidays for me..

2008-06-29T14:40:00.002+08:00

Its funny how things change drastically yet you kinda have this urge to re-enter that life you left for the sheer sake of starting a new one.

There's a pull of the heartstrings.

I'm wondering what it would be like, to re-enter that classroom, and have that excited feel of seeing your classmates again.

There's that tug of eagerness.

I'm wondering what it'd be like to be a St. Andrew's student again.

Many have heard me say it, and many have accepted it.

Except me. It's hard to accept that i don't belong there anymore, its not a thing that makes me feel like crying, its just perhaps..

A feeling that can't die.

St. Andrew's was the first school i attended in my conscious young life.

Ever since i was granted the power and ability of advanced memory storage and conscious thought, i have been in that school.

For 11years. i have been there. As at of the 1st of July 2008, i have no rights to call myself a St. Andrew's student any longer.

Yes, if u read this now, i have 1 day. one last day.

It is a strange feeling. Perhaps stranger than any of you will ever realize, because you will all leave together, holding hands stepping with each other onto the Shores of the Real World.

I have stepped alone. Now the coastline is barren and lonesome, and I make into the forests.

As gruelling as it may seem, there is a light ahead. I've met other explorers, who were not in the ship with me, apparently other ships.

They tell me of the promises that await in that village, yet some return from the village telling of horrible things.

One companion, i have met; he himself is a citizen of the village, and has encouraged me to stay in with him.

It is a promising hope of a new and better school.

A fine Friday.

2008-06-20T14:31:00.003+08:00

I've just acquired a whole new system to use -

Pentium Dual Core - 1.6gHz each core, grand total of 3.2gHz.
RAM - 2006MB, - lets just say 2 gigs. =)

Keyboard - Veteran Lycosa RAZER keyboard that has seen the darker side of computers, as of the BlackCat computer in Shawn's room 234 years ago.

Mouse - A4tech wireless optical, veteran as well, infact all the way since the time of thy Brother (yes it WAS his mouse.) approximately 2.3million years ago.

Speakers - a total of 6 speaker units 3 subwoofer units compounded into 2 seperate systems that are connected into the CPU by an adapter that allows you to plug 2 audio lines into 1 hole. Sounds like a threesome.

Partially surround sound,
- 2 front subwoofers and 4 front general speakers,
- 2 rear side speakers
- 1 middle-underneath-placed subwoofer and control unit

Missing - top rear speakers, top front speakers, bottom speakers and a placed-directly-behind speaker.

I have yet to discover the identity of my Graphics Card.

It is an Acer computer with Windows Vista Business Operating System.

- zOmg. wait a second there. Business? -

Tell me about it. I got this as a lil random gift from my nice dad. However since he deals with computers + business in extremely close ties, I recieved a business OS.

However I don't find much problems with this type of OS, it doesn't seem any different from anything else.

-=-=- I did encounter a problem as soon as I tried to use the Vista. -=-=-

I heard many ppl complain about Vista and I am fortunate to experience one of the problems first hand.

I hereby name this problem - the UAC bug.

The UAC - User Account Control, blocks every single thing you try to do to Vista. You can't change the time or date, you can't manage your accounts, its impossible to install anything or download anything. and the sad fact -

When you try to change the time, it says "You do not have the priviledges to change blablabla. Please contact your administrator for more details. "

hello? who d'you think was trying to change the time? Furthermore, i checked my account details. And it says im a COMPUTER ADMINISTRATOR.

So there. I Yahoo'ed the problem (couldn't find the google search bar in the IE of Vista)
and the solution came out simple and brilliant.

There were 3 methods and i picked the first 2 for safety.

Editing the REGEDIT of UAC, setting EnableUAC to "0".
(Google for this im pretty lazy to explain)

Editing the settings of UAC under MSCONFIG to "disable".
(As of 2 sentences above this)

Both require you to run the "Run.." program, which mysteriously cannot be found at it's favorite hiding spot near the bottom of the start menu.

Therefore, I whacked CTRL-ALT-DEL and did new - program - and it worked.

So there I have successfully fixed my first problem of Vista.

Thanks goes out to those guys out there who aren't like me, lazy to post solutions to problems they have encountered. Nerds FTW!~

However, this new toy comes with a price.

I have lost every single offline data in my pc, including clips, music, pictures, games, WC3 maps, addons for WoW, WoW itself, a perfectly cracked version of original Wc3 TFT.

I start over, brand new, from scratch.

An emo night..

2008-06-12T23:45:00.002+08:00

Just like the title says...

Its a very emo night for me. I just begin to feel the loss of friends and those once - inseparable companions that walked through my highschool life with me.

I just dont know why..?

Was it something i did?

"You're just being paranoid, Shawn."

.I've a friend who just told me there are people, especially those i was referring to, who aren't happy with me. For things that i have done months past.

Bad memories, left with them?

"So, patch things up.. you should never lose a friend. "

.Is it even worth it now? Im gone from school, i would never have another chance to properly mend things back with them. Time is the best healer of scars and that is one i lack.

- so. there. im tired of people talking ABOUT me BEHIND me.

- it was FUN with you guys but apparently you don't APPRECIATE IT enough to show it.

- great, so maybe my words or playful insults hit you too hard. im SORRY. i never MEANT them.

- have i done stupid things? that perhaps, ruin the name of a given group, or circle of relations? a large, public society, perhaps? Did i really cause it? or am i just blamed, for the convenience of everyone?

- perhaps i havent been treating you as well as i should. im sorry, i have never noticed, i might have if you TOLD ME ABOUT IT. if you did, and i still treated you bad, then im to blame. i accept all flames for this.

- am i to blame? if i am cut out from EVERY activity you all do together without me? so that your bondings strengthen but ours rust?

ITS ENDING. YOU'RE ENDING IT.

i say sorry - but i dont ask for forgiveness.

i ask for you, to give my memory peace. Just let go of all these grudges.

I ASK ALSO THAT YOU DO NOT BOTHER ANYONE WHO IS CLOSELY CONNECTED TO ME, LIKE FRIENDS WHO STILL BELONG, ABOUT SOMETHING I HAVE DONE TO YOU. IF YOU WANT TO SAY SOMETHING, JUST SAY IT TO ME, AND STOP CAUSING THEM TO BE BOTHERED, OR

MAKE MORE OF YOU TO HATE ME.

IT WOULD BE NICE TOO IF YOU'D STOP TALKING ABOUT ME.

THIS POST IS GOING TO STIMULATE ALOT OF COMMENTS AMONG YOU, I ASK THAT IT DOES NOT HAPPEN. IF IT DOES THEN, DO NOT HOLD ME FOR BLAME. IVE HAD - ENOUGH -. so terminate our friendship, if you really dislike me that much. i cannot stand being friends with one who is destined to become my enemy.

=====================================================================

There are still some of you out there.. who appreciate me for who i am.. and held nothing against me, regardless of time, or event.

For that, I thank you. Though i may not know who you are, God know's im gratefull.

God bless you, friend.

From the Chinese, to the Chinese.

2008-05-23T16:17:00.001+08:00

It is in the afternoon, the day is a normal day for everyone. You stare at the timetable and sigh when you see the next period will be a bore.
You glance at her, and for a moment your heart jumps at the thought of wanting to ask her to walk with you through the park later. You have been planning the idea for about 2 days now, all your friends support you and wished you luck.

She turns and catches you looking at her. She smiles the most beautiful smile you've ever seen and your heart melts immediately.

You smile back and turn to your friends who were talking about wanting to go camping for the upcoming holidays.

It is just only in two days, you feel so excited about that idea.

In just a few minutes.

The whole school shudders and shakes violently, you see a blurred array of rocks and bricks crashing down from the ceiling..

Screams of help pierce through the air, muffled greatly by the roar of the earth and splitting of cement.

Before you can do anything, a sharp pain comes from your head, and you suddenly black out.

When you come around, you can't move. Darkness surrounds you. You can't feel your legs and your arms seem to be held down by something heavy.

After what seemed like an hour of shouting, you finally see light and some soldiers coming to pick rocks off you.

Doctors come and examine your condition and after a while they shook their heads.

The only way to free you was to amputate your legs there, on the spot. You look at them and see a huge boulder on them.
You plead with them, begging them not to cut them. They apologized and said there was nothing else that could be done. Only then you realized your right ear couldn't hear anything. .

They applied local anesthetic but, it wasn't enough, they only hadthat much left.

As they sawed through your legs, the pain was so intense you scream horribly and tears drip down all over your face. You wipe them away just to find you were crying blood.

After what seemed a year, they carried you away to a small medical tent.

You'll never walk again, never play football, never go swimming, never cycle, never compare whose leg was more muscular with your friends.

Your friends! Where were they? You turned your head and saw a pile of dead bodies. And just before you entered the tent, you saw one your best friend lying lifeless. He was always playing chinese chess with you after school.

You look out the window to see all your friends pulled out, one by one, dead and some even missing more than half their body.

Suddenly the curtains opened and men came in carrying the girl who smiled at you.

She bleeding all over and was missing her left hand. As they lay her down, you cry her name and crawl towards her.

She just choked blood, gasped, and died staring at the ceiling, without hearing you or even looking at you.

Can you imagine, the pain, these students went through to see all their friends die?

To have no friends left in the world with you, All of them together, at least, going to the next life? But, you alone?

Your parents dead in the similar earthquake, your family all dead. No one left in the world who knew who you really were.

This is China, an 8.0 magnitude earthquake smashes whole towns and cities.

Most of the remaining survivors are so traumatised by this, they became suicidal.

Orphaned childrens are even put up for adoption.

Look, i'm doing this out of my way to help my fellow chinese.

Just so you know, when the time for donation arrives, think twice if you don't wan2 help.

We have our friends and families. And enough money, for food, etc.

They lost their friends, and some, their families, now, they need money to either save their friends who survived or themselves.

You have, what, a hundred dollars? You could buy some extra credit. Go out for a movie, perhaps last you a month.

Give that to them, sacrifice that few hundred messages and those movie tickets, they could probably use it to save their friends' lives.

Don't be selfish, just for a movie you refuse to care about someone's daughter struggling to survive?
What is that, hundred, to us, when it is a life to them?

Its time to do something right. Most of you call yourselves chinese, right?
So, its time to show it.

God bless them all, and you who bless them.

Its been too long..

2008-05-14T15:16:00.001+08:00

Unfortunately this blog has been suspended by Shawn because he can't blog anymore..it should continue, during mid june. See you guys!

I miss chen lao shi!

2008-02-20T20:20:00.001+08:00

Haha, i do, its been a long time i went to chinese tuition..

Due to the fact i have been involuntarily locked out of the computer for this period of time, untill junes are over or my key to my computer returns to me, my posts will be very scarce and brief (handphone blogging) but will contain simplified Shawn's daily thanks awards section.

We plan to launch a new Operation, a partnership where a blogsite will be shared among a small team at first, main purpose to act as an official newspaper blogsite for st. Andrews.

I tried to ask ms jane about the suggestion but she seemed busy. =/

Still under consideration, proposed site name will be The SAS Times.

Show your support if you support.=)

Shawn daily thanks award-
God yea as usual.

Shinmei- missed one day a day ago so this is her first consecutive. =/

Kuen- forth consecutive. One more day, sis!XD
Thats all.see you people!

Happy birthday to me. T^T

2008-02-18T19:24:00.001+08:00

Well, today had been a great day.

I can't edit much words, since i'm using the phone to blog this. =)

Above, is a scene from mr tan's chemistry tuition, lovely environment but horribly infested with mosquitoes outside. Try not to go out if unnecessary.

I can't say much, i'll edit more and so on once i get my hands on a computer.

Today, many people wished me a happy birthday, but surprisingly only ben din wish me. I suppose he thought it was funny, but then again today's my 16th birthday, and i think he picked a bad day to joke on. Its lost, the moment, for eternity. =/ sigh.

Shu called me up, regardless of my dislike of being woken up while sleeping, i had a great talk to her and really appreciate it.

Only Kuen gave me a present, no one else did, and Kuen's present (i'd bet) din cost a cent, directly, but it was super sweet and it radiated with such... Thoughtfullness. She was great, shu hugged me, bel hugged me ( or rather i hugged bel) i hugged michelle too, and Fah and Kuen. Kuen gave me the nicest hug. Thanks <3 ^-^

Today's Shawn's Daily Thanks Awards go to:

God, as usual, for allowing me to reach the age of sixteen before taking me back.　

Bel,for spending lunch with me.
(Third consecutive award.)

Kuen, for the wonderful words and gift.
(Second consecutive award)

Shu, for her thoughtfullness.
(First award)

And Shinmei, for being thoughtfull enough to prepare a gift for me.
(Third consecutive award)

I'll edit it properly next time. Thanks guys! Night!

17days and counting.

2008-02-17T17:55:00.002+08:00

It has been 17 days since the last butterfly effect.

I must say things are going well..

Operation Codenamed : x-III is still underway. Designs are now out for view. Visit 5S1's Shawn for more details. A new operation has been executed, Operation Codenamed: FTS. In about 1 month or so, the results of this operation will be posted up on blogspot.

-News : I have just realized I can blog directly from my phone. A built in phone function, I am blessed for buying a Sony Ericsson phone due to its Blogger.com blog it! function. It has been tested and it works fine. Even when uploading pictures directly. Has yet to be tested with music.

I'll be an estimated age of 16years 0 months 0 days tomorrow, at about 10 - 11 pm.
I hope there'll be a number of people hitting the SDTA's tomorrow.

- now its blogging time -

Happy birthday to .. Esther, if i remember correctly she told me her birthday's on the 17th of February (year in which i am still doubtfull) and Michelle Chen who also turns.. 16.. or 17.. today.. Blur much.

For those of you with diaries and organizers, jot these down now! Hurry!

Last night i slept while messaging Weikuen.
Funnily, yes. Just 2 messages, however. I woke up at the sound of a 17kHz ringtone, a pitch most adults cannot hear but seem to piss some teenagers off. I dreamt of ShinMei, i think. She was turning into some sort of nightmare but i cannot remember. It was horrible and ugly. Or was it a normal dream with a normal ShinMei? =\ i cant remember, but horrid and ugly either way. =)

Ironically, guess what?
I woke up and in front of my face was a .............. Yeap thats right! You guessed right Ben. A year 2002 Math D paper 1.

Any of you who wishes to try it, by all means go ahead. Its a fine killer paper with very enjoyable and high-class death paths.

Yesterday.. OH RIGHT YESTERDAY!

Maybel's open house.
It was lovely, typical Maybelling style Open House Celebration Party type.
Maybel was looking very hot, with tight fit outfits and long black.. pants.. thingy.. her body really shines and makes ben look like a plank (even with his potruding boobs.)

Kuen looked great too, Green long shirt and shorts. Ben looked fine in tight fit, regardless of what Choo said.

Choo, looked quite.. yea.
A very horrid match of clothes. He should have worn semi-formal like me, he looks more nicer that way.

Shen looked like a typical Shen. With his Shennie face and Shennie clothes and Shennie words, Yes, he's a typical Shennie Shen.

Hao.. hmm.. okay la.
Oh yea Elena! Lovely brown skirt. i mean dress. or Wahtever its meant to be.
She looks half nude but i think it covered enough body to look European.

It was a fine night before going home. Walking in the rain with Kuen.. Talking, forcing her to get back inside..

Then i left for home.
That night, some one stared at me with eyes that looked as if they were filled with love. Drunk, i dont know, but i have never seen eyes look at me that way before.

The memory just wont fade away. I can't say who. But she will know who, the girl who looked into my eyes. She changes the subject whenever i talk about it. =/

If there was something i didn't know...

Shawn's Daily Thanks Awards

I give thanks to:

God (For a great time in Maybel's house)
[Unfair to allow God to take part in the Award's section.]

Shinmei (For telling me a secret. Or letting me know she'll tell me soon.)
[count number : 2nd consecutive award]

Bel (Great night!!! Loved it. Thanks for the company and love.)
[count number : 2nd consecutive award]

Kuen (For the company and love too. =) and one other reason. Honestly, that made my night.)
[count number : 1st consecutive award]

Night's ppl.

Happy Belated Valentine's day!

2008-02-15T15:53:00.003+08:00

"Teach me how to fly, let me fly with you to the moon."

"Indeed, my love. Let's soar the night skies together, on wings of feather."

"I must need time to learn.. Will you wait for me?"

"To the ends of time."

-dedicated to Her.-

Its been a few days since i've posted something..

Haha, lets get straight to the point.

Valentine's day was a real bomb!! Everything went perfectly (less one double period with Ms. Ong and where she got abit upset with me cause i was talking in class) and i couldn't have wished for a better v-day. Well, i could, but fairy tales and fantasies are one whole different thing altogether.

It's been 15 days since i had confirmed my feelings for her. I really hope she liked the flowers, and God permits, I may, some day, win fair lady's heart and ride her off into my Empire and away from the forests, on my noble steed, the black stallion, Shadowclaw Padfoot. My feelings grow stronger for her ever passing day with about an estimate of 0.001284% of neurotical electric charges linked directly with emotions with every beat of the heart.

Warning:

To those who know what others not, I forbid you to quote me, lest should I permit directly or personally assault your most apologetic posteriors with extravagant force with equal magnitude to that which is required to enable intended target to enter orbit for a brief period of 47.5 milliseconds before a descent on Earth's natural satellite will ensue.

Direct translation to English:

If you know something no one's supposed to know about me, don't tell anyone unless i give you permission to or i'll kick your sorry arse so hard you'd kiss the moon.

In fact, a good friend of mine kicked off personal records for giving the most extraordinary set of presents during V-day. To a girl he knows he has barely any chance with.

If you're reading, I applaud you for such determination, patience (it must have been what, 2 to 3 years?) and your ability to stand tall in front of such a discouraging situation.

Courage, friend. Some day Fate will bring her hand in your direction. Your courage and determination definitely will reap a reward that has long awaited you.

For me.. Sigh..

No doubt the last time i've officially confessed to her was 6 years ago, but this time maybe things will change. But I certainly will be punished for such impatience and contamination of the Butterfly Disease.

I'm determined to be cured from it. 15 days and counting. Lets watch.

My feelings for her crushes my heart every now and then.

Flowers for you, my love. Pink is for passion. I have great pink for you.

Shawn's Daily Thanks Awards

I give thanks to:

God (for planning a great turnout for me)
[Unfair to allow God to take part in the Award's section.]

Shinmei (she has been greatly friendly and appreciative)
[count number : 1st consecutive award]

Fah (her help has been inevitable)
[count number : 1st consecutive award]

Bel (gives great hugs! XD)
[count number : 1st consecutive award]

Haha.. Have a nice weekend. Maybe i'll see you tomorrow. Hit the Daily Thanks Award 5times in a row (every post to have 1 award) and i'll think up a present to get you! =D I'm bored so might as well make his/her day of whom made mine. =)

A little word to those with domestic hardship..

2008-02-10T15:57:00.000+08:00

This year is a special you know why?

Because this year...

Is the 2008th year after the death of Christ.

There'll never be another 2008 A.D. till the end of eternity.

So celebrate this, friends.

I was cleaning out my house's cupboards and pulled out a few recent pictures taken while having a family portrait being done.

I like them alot because the theme was BLACK we all know Shawn loves black.

XD

This is of me and my brother.

I appreciate my brother because:

He's my only brother.

He was my role model when i was little.

He bought me my PSP.

He bought me my MP3 player.

He bought some nice clothes for my PSP

He left behind his silver sunglasses in which I claimed for my own. He doesn't know this.

I dwell now in his former bedroom, he's left behind a little mess for me to clean up.

Before my PDA phone and Sony Ericsson s500i, I've been using his phones.

He left out a path for me to follow.

June's.

Hey you know you should start appreciating your families too.

I mean, they'll always be there for you, more likely than even your closest friends (sad to say).

They do whats best for you even if it means making you hate them in the end. Now that's true sacrifice. They sacrifice your love for them so that your life is in a better condition when they leave.

Think of all the money your parents spent on you - include school fees from kindergarden, passport fees, food bills even housing and clothes and little expenses like going out, handphone bills, etc.

Nothing you own belongs to you now. Everything was given to you by them, or someone else 1% of the time.

At least respect them for they actions or the words they use on you. You owe them almost everything anyway.

Stop fighting with your parents. I've met many who do.
I myself am working on it. =D

Your friends.. they come in second to your family. Remember this. Its hard to accept but has to be accepted.

Thanks to:
Wenyie! She talked to me online. XD
Kuen, she actually msged me in the morning.

Nights then.

yawn...

2008-02-04T21:47:00.000+08:00

I can’t blog much for today..

Except for a very interesting bio lesson.. =D

You should have been there. Jane was acting like a pig, attempting to do tricks with some gum I gave her but ended up making f-orrible kissing sounds in mid air looking like a demented gold fish.

Here’s her doing her least gruesome act of sticking her gum-covered tongue out at where Ms. Lorene would sit. (She was in the kitchen, of course.)

She gave us.. SPAGHETTI!!!

WE ALLL LOVE MS LORENNEE!!! >..

It was great tasting too!

Lol I like my bio teacher. Don’t we Jane?

Well, of to bed I go, but not before I post my thanks for today.

Unfortunately Hazel didn’t make it today, she was in a pretty foul mood so she didn’t get the 5^th consecutive Shawn’s Daily Thanks Award. =(

Ms. Lorene Anne Fung! (or Foong?) She tops this list for today (possibly for the week)

Kuen – for letting me bully her.

Jane - AHAHAHAA

Wendy Ng – a fine lab partner who was slightly emo.

Moses – He’s gawd damned fun to talk to lol. And the Hair-Flirting joke (will not be mentioned to protect the life of Shawn, Moses and Josias.)

Ms. Jane – had a great chat with her after school about the Golden Jubilee and her new Principal post.

My bed.

Goodnight!

A song that themes my premature journey's end of Form 5

2008-02-03T21:26:00.000+08:00

I found a song by VAH that portraits my feelings and hardships regarding the upcoming june and the fact of leaving the safe-guarded walls of SAS and out into the real world.

Its a feeling of excitement, fear and eagerness to finally take a first step into what SAS has been preparing you for, for over 12years, since kindergarden up to now secondary 5.
The entrance of life, higher education and universities.

This song relates to my feelings of

Eagerness
Independance
The thought of putting past pains behind me
And my dream of piloting =)

While waiting for the song to load, lets debate on my views and ben's regarding VAH.

For some reason, I know some people don't like Vanessa Anne Hudgens but i have to admit, there's nothing i can find wrong about her. Her voice is fine, and her songs are pretty unique.

Whats more, her songs are pretty dedicated to thoughts and feelings, which aren't too different from us as teenagers, she's been at our places not too long ago too.

So i think she's fine.

Funnily enough we find ppl who hate her. And she doesn't even know us. XD Gee, don't go around hating ppl. Its useless, meaningless, and pointless.

REally.

Lyrics
What you think about this?
I been holding it in now I'm letting it flow
What you think about this?
I'm gonna do my own thing yeah I'm flying solo so

Don't tell me how its gonna be
On my own
And the thing of it is
There's nothing round here that I'm gonna miss

Cause you're holding me down
I just wanna fly
There comes a time when I gotta say goodbye
To the life that you see me in
Here's where I begin

[Chorus]
And I promise myself
I ain't nobody's, I just wanna be free
And I promise myself
Even though it don't always come easy
Gonna learn from my pain
Never explain
Do it my way, that's what I say
Promise myself
I'm the only one who will believe me

There's a voice in my head
Telling me come on, come on, move on
There's a voice in my head
Telling me I know my right from wrong

They say what doesn't kill you can
Make you strong
Now I know what it means
You can try to bend but you ain't breakin my dreams

I'll be making mistakes
Comin up at a loss
I'll be tumbling down
But Like MC shake it off
I'll stay cool cause I know who's boss :
Me, myself, and I

[Chorus]
And I promise myself
I ain't nobody's, I just wanna be free
And I promise myself
Even though it don't always come easy
Gonna learn from my pain
Never explain
Do it my way, that's what I say
Promise myself
I'm the only one who will believe me

I'll keep movin even when the beat is gone (I will)
I'll keep doin what i got to do to carry on (I will)

So don't hold me down cause i'm gonna fly
and the time has come and gotta say goodbye
To the life that you see me in
Here's where I begin

[Chorus X2]
And I promise myself
I ain't nobody's, I just wanna be free
And I promise myself
Even though it don't always come easy
Gonna learn from my pain
Never explain
Do it my way, that's what I say
Promise myself
I'm the only one who will believe me

So, that’s the song. =) I like it a lot.

I’d like to thank Hazel for indirectly introducing the Imeem for the music player. XD (hmm, 4^th time! Lets see one last one..)

No one else to thank for today. It was a lonely day…

Oh!

Wei kuen. She actually messaged me XD first time, kuen. I must buy 4d!

Nights!!

Saturday Nights

2008-02-02T21:30:00.000+08:00

Great evening; technically tonight's the last night of this week.

We indeed had a fine day today at school. We hit the start of today well enough, Ms. Ong had the pleasure of blast-starting our day with another truck load of her drilling stares and never ending stream of mathematical exercises.

But she did leave the classroom in a better mood than when she first came in.

After school (I felt kinda bored so I swept the whole of our corridor outside our class 5s1 including some parts of our class, then moving on to 5s2 corridor and their class just for the heck of it) me, chuchu, jane and jiajia left for Tamu Selera, which was enroute to PoA tuition.

We took rest at the small trading village for some lunch before moving on to cross the raging rivers with great car-like fishes. It was dangerous and the two girls could just not STOP gossiping about anything or everything they saw or remembered.

To top it off they filled in the empty pauses with laughter (well Jane did most of it) and JiaJia just stood next to her grinning, looking fatter than ever. =DD (I hope she reads this)

PoA tuition was a fine tuition but sleepier than usual. For some reason Jia’s foot and my feet would always find each other under the table and she would keep showing me a very fustrated but screwed up face. I think its because my legs are long and I like to keep them stretched. So I should sit facing Chu next time.

Speaking of Chu, he had attempted to molest me using his feet the same way as described as above, except for the fact he moves much higher up the leg than allowed.

Feelings random. "Wanna piece of me, boy?" Krrk.

Malay tuition doesn’t feel the same without ShinMei.

She’d usually sit next to me and we’d both argue over anything we could disagree on and she’d usually push me relentlessly as I cross my elbow over to her boundaries.

Then we’d compare marks and if I beat her she’d tell me why I beat her, not because I deserved it but because the teacher kasian-ed me.

If she beat me she wouldn’t let it down.

I had a pretty interesting day, and some people I’d like to show great appreciation to for their sheer company and friendship are:

Hazel (She’s making it like 3 times in a row. 0.o If she gets 5 in a row maybe I’ll get her a present. XD)

Moses – great singing! We should do that again.

Ben and his I like to Shove it Shove it song.

Chuu, for sleeping on my bed.

Jiajia, for letting me insult her. (she’s not fat, regardless of what I may have said XD)

Jane for laughing non stop and kinda brightening my day =D)

Minglii, for keeping me company at night (ONLINE) [kuen left me halfway while chatting]

My mom for teaching me Matrices.

Great night folks, I wish you all an early Happy Chinese New Year!

Friesdays.

2008-02-01T18:36:00.000+08:00

Good Evening!

I was just reading yesterday's newspaper out of boredom and found something pretty interesting.

See the bold letters? =)

And what did we just do? XD Choo's post should have a vivid summary of what we did.. He mentioned wanting to blog it in tuition just now.

And, just recently installing my new scanner, I'd like to post my very first picture.

Cornwall FTW!!!

Tata guys, imma have to study now..

Great thanks to:
ESTHER!!

Just her for today.. had a lonely day..

Gnight's!

SHinMeI!! T_T

2008-02-01T11:40:00.000+08:00

Apologies for the late post - this is for Thursday, yesterday.
Lol

Yea, like it says. Shinmei has just claimed to have left for Penang (home of the Greatest CharkueTeow the world has ever smelt or tasted) and she'll be back on the 12th.

Imma miss her.

I think i'll miss maple too?

Or should I?

Hmm..

We'll see then. =)

Maybelline >=(

Our dearly beloved half-Velociraptor apparently slashed of about 0.05% of my entire skin organ, leaving a fine scar with nothing but her bare scrawny hands:

Its not too clear, but in short everything that's red has no skin covering it.
Right after that we had biology practicals where a dissected rat (>.< style="font-weight: bold;">Oh, and at night we had a dinner, (my dad's annual company dinner) in which i ironically won a scanner in the lucky draw.

So i have a new scanner and I can't wait to start fooling around with it.

WARNING: Amethyst Skies may see a drastic increase in random pictures (hand prints, face-scans etc.) in the upcoming week.

I've got a GREAT deal of homework and books to find and re-arm.
LIST OF BOOKS MISSING:
Physics Notebook, last seen somewhere about last week.
It is dark brown with a black-covered spine and there are traces of a black cover torn from it from both sides.

As usual, I'd like to thank :

Shinmei - her very fun company
Maybel =D - her fingernails
Kuen - for the sleeping thing
and ..
Hazel - her very emo company

For a great Thursday.

Cheerio, see you again tonight!

P.S. - For Kuen ~ Its all your fault. I hate you. XD wahaha.. bye! <3

Anyways, back from tuition.

2008-01-30T20:34:00.001+08:00

I got a 79%!! XD for karangan. AMAZINGG wOOt muahaha.
hmm, there's nothing much to be said for today.. anyways.. xept for Adele's boyfriend who seems to be looking for me (must be this GF protective thing) but for what reason i don't know.
I have never talked to her, barely msg her and the last time i sent her a msg was .. uhh.. 2weeks ago?

Lol, the guys nowadays. It must be an 'in-thing' to "look" for people who disturb your gf's.

blonk, mr. adele's bf. I barely KNOW her. let alone.. lol. nvm

RIGHT about that, im reposting the

ANNOUNCEMENT, FOR EX-3B STUDENTS, PLEASE SUGGEST A NAME FOR OUR EX-3B GROUP. I'LL TELL YOU WHY LATER. IF YOU WISH TO KNOW WHY BEFORE, PM ME ON MSN BUT I SERIOUSLY DOUBT YOU'D GET A REPLY. I WOULD REPLY YOU AFTER 7 THOUGH.

LEAVE A COMMENT CONTAINING THE SUGGESTION TOGETHER WITH YOUR NAME.

Yeap thats right. imma try to get it done before i leave. can't wait to turn my back on these idiots in school. COFF*BENJAMIN* COFF COFF

Special thanks to .... for making my day.. a real great day.
GOD
Hazel (again?) =\
FOONG!!! (or fung? O.o)
Esther =)
Kael (great comments in fs, will reply soon)

Maple, for introducing the CBOX
Kael again, for encouraging me to open more communication links for traders.

Ben? for defiling my blog? O.o and adding some nice color to the end of this blog. =) muahaha..

Goodnights!

~Sunny days and Wednesdays~

2008-01-30T16:17:00.000+08:00

Gd' afternoon ladies and gentlemen.

Today we'll start of with a short slideshow-presentation on Human Physiology and their Reproductive Reactions such as....

Blonk.

JK.

But Ms. Lorene did say something about de-stoning a person.
Apparently there was this one guy in her class a few centuries ago who (haha kidding mslorene) had a stone in his bladder and the doctors thrust up an (optical fibre, was it?) into his .. well.. the lil tube where guys unload their pee and sometimes other stuff.

Talk about pain. Imagine a lil metalic stick pushing its way into...

T_T sob

ANYWAYS
Imma head for tuition in about half and hour so I'll stop here for the afternoon and complete some news for tonight.

=)

Knock yourself out with this pic i found. I swear, I can't remember who gave this to me... Tell me if you're the one.

ANNOUNCEMENT, FOR EX-3B STUDENTS, PLEASE SUGGEST A NAME FOR OUR EX-3B GROUP. I'LL TELL YOU WHY LATER. IF YOU WISH TO KNOW WHY BEFORE, PM ME ON MSN BUT I SERIOUSLY DOUBT YOU'D GET A REPLY. I WOULD REPLY YOU AFTER 7 THOUGH.

LEAVE A COMMENT CONTAINING THE SUGGESTION TOGETHER WITH YOUR NAME.

It's a Tuny Tuesday! =D

2008-01-29T19:29:00.000+08:00

Today's a pretty eventfull day.

After school, I was supposed to follow Jane's car to tuition but somehow she left without me due to miscommunication and I was forced to BUS to Ms. Lorene's house.

It wasn't fun, with my 10kg worth of books on my back.

Hell.

[Due to restrictions by the management of the PROJECT: MEMORY FURS the post containing the details have been removed. Please contact Shawn - tyler_padfoot@hotmail.com, +6738612686 for more information regarding the project.]

Well, thats about it for today.

People I'd like to thank for making my day today:
Jane >=) hahaha
Tina =\
Hazel =)

and of course, chuchu.

Goodnights!

Moanday.

2008-01-28T19:57:00.000+08:00

What a dang sick day.

I had my hair cut today.

... by Ms. Ong. She apparently didn't like my hair coming down below my eyebrows so she eased the itchiness in her fingers by snipping abit off my fringe.

Actually, she did a very clean job and my hair doesn't look too repulsive. Hat's off to you, Ma'am.

>=) and.. I personally cant wait for the day i leave school, then come back to visit her in hair longer than hers and shout "MS. ONG!! HII REMEMBER ME? ITS SHAWN!!"and see the shocked look on her face.

She has a very interesting stare. Very.. drilling>.<

See what kevin made during chem pracs. He mixed everything he could find on the bench and poured in into a testube. Cool huh? =)

He's not in the picture because he doesn't want to let anyone know he did it. But heck, Kevin. =) We all know its you.

I really can't blog much today.. so.. yea.. tomorrow's a new day. Im too dead for anything.

Shouts out to Kuen and Bel, made enjoyable my day today. =)

Goodnight!

The dark blue night sky taken today after chem class.

First day of being a blogger

2008-01-27T17:56:00.000+08:00

~(27/J/08)~

Hey peeps~

I kinda got the idea from augustine who blogs Rasphody SoS (where the heck did that name come from? =\) and well this dude from Youtube.com called KevJumba (LOL you've GOT to see his videos, its like his blogsite, youtube.) but i just don't have that acting flair unlike him. XD sometimes he just cracks me up. =DD so we're confined to the ol' webpage.

Well, i chose blogspot coz i think i saw wenyie's blog using this site (where the heck did it go? WYNESS is empty the last time i visited it) and it seems popular. Heck, it was even easy to create a blog. Must have took me about two and a half minutes, including my indecisive pondering on blog layouts, names etc. I chose a nice emo black color. Now, who would have thought I'd pick black eh? Xp

Today's a beautiful Sunday.
Chinese class today in the morning with Chen Lao Shi (With due respect, Ma'am) was the usual "chinese class" scenario but with some pretty interesting events. Due to one of the particular events, I shan't disclose it here in respect of those involved. In case anyone related, or feeling the itch for showing this to Chen Lao Shi, I'd like to wish her a happy day and hope she'd realize there's nothing much here. ()=D

But physics tuition later was a killer. T_T
Not that the teacher was bad or anything (the teacher's pretty good) i think it was just the sheer amount of time i spent there (3and a half hours isn't something to mess around with unless you've got a good reason to do it) kinda makes my mind wage a great battle between losing concentration and keeping in touch with the book in front of me.

Solution taken - i asked alot of irrelevant but interesting questions that were related to the topic, like today we were doing Nuclear Reactions, and I'm a Sci-fi freak, so you could imagine how i was kept awake and what questions were shot. =) Hi.

Perhaps you should try this, it may work. Its like a break from the lesson but you still learn something. =DD

After physics tuition i took a little while to unwind and went to hunt for some much needed stationery, supplies were running dry.

I bought 2 black pens, a blue one (there was only one left T_T) and a purple pen. Reasons for the third and suspicious purchase is deemed CONFIDENTIAL by the ministerial sectors.

I returned home to post this up.
=)

Questions to experienced bloggers.
1) What ARE you supposed to blog about anyway?
2) Am I doing anything wrong?

Suggestions are greatly welcomed. =)
Special thanks to KevJumba, ChuChu, owner of Rasphody SoS, my dad, who most interestingly allowed me to spend some time on the pc today regardless of the fact that im not supposed to, and WY for giving me an idea for which blogsite to use. Also to Maple. For introducing the idea.

Special events on this day
27.1.08 - Amthyst Skies - was born
- Maple said something nice about me XD
27.7.06 - Lien Fah believes today is a special day for us. Which is not. =.= tsk tsk fah.