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Future posts/Filler NaN

This is more like a filler than a post but whatever, there’s nothing else to post.

1. Summer swimming season 2010 is over! That means… PICTURE DUMP. I have around 2000 pictures, I’ll post ones that are cool. I placed 6th twice in Provincials, no medals for me

2. I was signed up for this programming camp, we need to blog what we do each day, it’s mandatory anyways, might as well post it.

3. The Deadliest Warrior and other show reviews

4. Rants, ramble on’s and other idiotic things that nobody wants to hear. (But is better than a filler)


Swimming

Just keep swimming, just keep swimming…

So, my summer swimming season is nearly over, all of the normal meets have been completed, the regional meet has also been completed. The only thing left is Provincials, after that, I’ll be able to get fat and eat ramen with mushrooms all day.

50 Butterfly: 11th place

This event, I completely failed at, I’m not really sure why and how I failed. My coach told me I have like perfect technique, the only thing was, I wasn’t going fast enough. Most of the people in my division are going to division 5, they won’t ever get to swim this again. I, however, still have another year, in the mean time, I’ll continue to do crunches, sit ups and leg lifts.

100 Backstroke: 2nd place

I planned to get a medal in this event, me and 2 other people in my team were within milliseconds of each other, we had no clue what order we would end up. Turns out I got 2nd :D

100 Breastroke: 7th place

I have no clue why my coach entered me into this event, I was terrible at stroke. I was originally 8th but then one person got disqualified, therefore making me ranked 7th. In finals, I kept my position.

100 Freestyle: 2nd place

I hate this event, 100 meters of freestyle. It’s really tiring, too much effort is needed. Anyways, I came in ranked 5th and went out ranked 2nd. I think I did pretty well.

Overall, this year was like a trial year, I still have another year in this division, next year, I’ll be pwning…


Navy SEAL’s vs. Israeli Commandos ~ Part Two ~

In this post, we’ll be comparing the pistols. In other words, the mid-range weapons.

The Israeli Commando’s weapon. The Glock 19

The Navy SEAL’s weapon. The Vulcan EBF 25. No, just kidding, it’s actually the Sig Sauer P226

How do pistols get all these weird names? There’s like random numbers in the name just to make it sound cooler. The Sig Sauer has nothing at all to do with the number 226. It’s probably to intimidate the enemy. I have this really big newspaper sword but I could call it the KRN-680-Rocket-Chainsaw-Machine gun-Sword, that would be intimidating, right?

Now serving mushrooms!

In order to test the pistols, the team has created this sort of restaurant, there are two terrorists, one is holding a hostage, one is going to ambush you. You have to destroy the lights then take out the terrorists as fast as you can without causing any collateral damage.

Pictures of the Navy SEAL’s test:

That's about as perfect as a shot you could deliver.

Pictures of the Commando’s:


The Navy SEAL’s took 13 seconds to complete the job while the Commando’s took 20. The SEAL’s finished the job pretty well, they didn’t have much problem completing the job. The Commandos, had some trouble taking out the lights, however, when the surprise terrorist came out, he landed 3 shots to the heart instantly. Since these are both guns, the real difference can only be told by how fast the job was completed. And because the SEAL’s were faster, they win this round.


The Deadliest Warrior ~ Navy SEAL’s vs. Israeli Commandos ~ Part One ~

Since it’s August, my exams are all finished. Because of this, I turned on the machine that has been dormant for around a month now, the TV. Since I rarely watch anything, I browsed through the channels to see what I could find. There was this interesting show called “The Deadliest Warrior”.


In this show, they take two warriors. For the episode I watched, it was Navy SEALs against Israeli Commandos. For the majority of the show, they would compare each other’s weapons. Then, they would have the showdown part where they run a simulation battle 1000 times to see who is the deadliest warrior.

Each team’s weapons…

Explosives Boom, headshot! Everybody loves explosives!

Navy Seals- C4

Although I hear about it a lot, I’ve never actually seen it in action. It’s a plastic bomb, usually used for blowing up ships. This thing is super stable, you can freaking light it on fire and it won’t blow up. It looks like butter, it can’t be molded though D: To test this weapon, they have to swim underwater, then attach it to a boat, then BLOW IT UP! While swimming underwater, they use a rebreather, a device that allows you to breathe without creating air bubbles. Pictures of the test:


Excuse me, Captain. I'm afraid your whiskey has exploded.

Israeli Commandos-Semtex Explosive

Fun to play with, not to eat. This explosive is freaking epic. It’s basically an explosive that’s so light, you can barely feel it. Also, you can mold it into any shape you want. Since it has these two properties, I could hide some in Mushy’s laptop, then while he’ watching anime, I could activate it! This explosive was actually used to assassinate some important guy by putting it in his cellphone, when he answered it, his head fell off.

3 pounds of this stuff can take down a two-story building, no problem. When I saw this for the first time, I’m just like O_o

Pics of the test:

Boom! Headshot!

So, how would you like your coffee today?

Final showdown between both explosives. One pound of each are put into an outhouse, then, we blow up each of them, we measure which one gave off more psi.

C4 destroyed the outhouse, 270 pounds of pressure per square inch

Semtex, 324 pounds of pressure per square inch

Israeli Commandos win this one.

To be continued…


O-NEG 10: Colour Theory

Eight Colours…

Thirty Levels…

One game…

Alright, this is a game called Colour Theory. When I first read the instructions, I was like, holy crap, what is this? After, I decided to try playing it. The game came to me pretty easily, there were two types of levels. Levels that required skill and levels that required intellect. On the first level, you should encounter an image similar to this. Only without that many rectrangles. Anyways, this is an awesome game, go play it.

After touching one of the crosses, all of the rectangles of the same colour will disappear. In some instances, this is good. In others, it is bad. In the picture below, the robot will die.

Dead robot.

The goal, it appears to be a portal. Upon touching it, your robot will disintegrate then all pieces will enter the portal. This is probably because your robot has had too much cake.

In addition to falling off the screen, your robot can die in other ways such as encountering an enemy or impaling himself on some spikes.

Graphics: Really simple, pixel pack actually
Replayability: There is no point, not even the tiniest bit
Gameplay: Some of the levels are purely based on skill, you can spend 20 minutes continuously doing a level, those levels are really annoying, other than that, it’s pretty fun
Concept: It’s new. Like awesome new. Like O-new. I like it.

~Laziness prevails, I’m too lazy to create the rest of this post~


I’M FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Exam over.

YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAAYAY!


Stupid poems

Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
Salad is green,
It’s good for you.

I believe that might have been the stupidest poem I have ever written. By the way, the only reason it’s about salad is cause I’m eating it right now. The lettuce and cucumber was grown fresh right from Mushy’s garden. Harvesting from a real garden is really different from FarmVille I bet…)

Anyway, I’m probably just gonna be rambling on about stuff, it most likely won’t have anything to do with poems at all.

This morning, after I finished an incredibly hard swim practice, I saw my dad reading the news, there was this giant article about people at a university looking at porn. There were over 10, all of them had to work for 2 weeks without getting paid, in other words, a big fine. Just a message to people out there, if you ever need to do something discreetly on the internet, do it on google chrome: incognito mode. I think the only thing I’ve ever done on incognito mode is like try it out, I remember typing in turtles or something.

Today, I haven’t been productive, then again, I usually don’t do much stuff cause I’m stupid. I’m only good for eating, sleeping and crying when I’m level 1. As I level up more, I can do more things, at level 25 or so, I can run, eat, touch things I’m not supposed to touch, eat, count, eat, sleep and eat.

I feel tired right now, I think I’m gonna sleep in this sleeping bag at Mushy’s house after I eat my jacket.


Swimming

If any of you don’t know, I’m a competitive swimmer. The final meet is coming up, a variety of poems, speeches and monologues have been created to psych us up for the swim meet. Enjoy.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
I’m good at freestyle,
So no more 32′s.

This means no more than 31 seconds to swim 50 meters of freestyle.

My cap is Red
Your cap is Blue
I’m sure it’s for *hores
So no K for you
God made me fast
what happened to you?
i saw you dive in the water
and as u broke out
i watched you get slaughtered
because michael sinclair
beyond any doubt
had touched the wall fair
you had swam fast
but not fast enough
because you clearly now know
that his speed is no bluff
but as you came last
for the race you just lost
was one “i beat you”
so suck on my a**
I am a Kigoo
who none can surpass

My club is called the Kigoos by the way, Michael Sinclair is just a particularly fast swimmer.

V, V, I, I, K, K, I, I, N, N, G, G, S, S! WHAT DOES THAT SPELL? NOBODY CARES! Kigoos Kigoos Kigoos Kigoos Kigoos Kigoos
The Vikings are a rival team

OK EVERYONE. we are going to have a talk. it’s about swimming. you see that water? you see those swimmers racing right now? these little kids are the generation of the future, as you were when you were younger. between that time and now, we have changed. physically and mentally. we have raced a thousand races, we have swum a million miles, yet here we are still, at this same meet and you feel like you have not moved an inch from where you stood before. but do not falter. I know. We all sometimes ask ourselves: “Is this really worth it?” Is this what I really want? Everyone feels the same. Everyone has been in that position, that state of mind. We get frustrated and sad when we lose or came short of our expectations. But through hard and bitter experiences, we gradually better. By going through those hard times, finishing those sets and races, we become FASTER. Look back and reflect on your past. If you didn’t try as hard as you did, if you didn’t go to as many practices as you did, if you did not unwillingly go through that stage of pain, would you be as fast or as confident as you are now? There always comes a time when that improvement, that speed is not nearly enough and our competition is much faster than us. We will wonder if we should just sit back and watch in sadness as our hard work is put to shame. That would be one of the paths we could take. BUT IF WE REALLY WANT IT AND WE WORK VERY HARD FOR IT….our efforts, our sweat, our pain, our suffering will pay off in the end. And if you still do not come first, if that medal you have been aiming for is grasped by someone else, remember one thing: you have tried your best. and NO I will not say that that was the best you could do, but it is the best for NOW. And if you still feel like your efforts are still not worth it, you are wrong.

I am the youngest in division 4. That does not stop me from swimming fast though. I am a good swimmer, I will go to provincials. Currently, there are some swimmers stopping me from doing so. Those particular swimmers can either fu**ing die in a well off the coast of Finland or they can watch as swim faster than them. One of these swimmers doesn’t swim much with our group. If he were to go into the “A” relay, we would be slower. Why? It’s because it is the team spirit that bonds us and propels us to swim faster. If I was to swim with somebody I hardly knew, I wouldn’t swim fast. Eric, Mark, Frankie, Ryan, Matthew, Brandon, Silas and Delbert are real Kigoos. They actually train with me and the team, I know them. They are people I can trust.

The following speech may contain certain profanity. Viewer discretion is advised.

hi guyz. im in div 4 but im like u noe a year olda than all of you so ur kinda all like OMFG IM RACING A GRADE 8?! DUDE WTF (*^&^%^&&(*!! but get used to it cuz IMMA PWN U IN … BREASTROKE YAAAH! imma beat frankie and place 1st in our region even if hes a better sprinter than i am that doesnt stop me from beatin him. i dont wanna go to provincials feelin like a fucking loser thinking that *oh im only here cuz frankie cant come to provincials. hes waaay faster than me.* i wanna be going to kamloops feelin proud of myself. fastest in FRASER SOUTH. at provincials i will beat roderick, kenneth, and daniel and be 3rd in the province. even if i am technically slower than all of them i will work harder and eventually beat them in finals. i will get a medal but even if i dont ill leave the pool feeling all PROUD and shit cuz i did my best. FUCK BEING SLOW, FUCK CRAMPS, FUCK ACHES, FUCK SORES IN THE MORNING WHEN U WAKE UP. I DONT NEED U. GTFO.

right nao i might not even be in provincial finals. even though i hate to admit i will do badly in regionals. i havent had a chance yet to swim 100 breast this weekend and this may become my undoing DUN DUN DUN. BUT STILL FRANKIE WILL NOT BEAT ME. HIS BEST TIME MAY BUT IF HE CANNOT SWIM HIS BEST TIME…THEN ITS BULL. we dont need no other DAVID DO here. be consistent with ur times. i dont wanna race u thinking im so fast yay im beating frankie. if i look up at that fucking clock and it says i have anything slower than 1:20 ill SPAZZ OUT LIKE A FUCKING (*&*(@q&#(*@&)#e!!!

personly i believe that i have no right going to provincials coming anything worse than first. 200 IM? 50 fly? FUCK THOSE EVENTS. BREASTSTROKE FOR LIFE BITCHEZZZ! haha but seriously (the above). i noe i suck at free. thanks guys. i was never a freestyler and ive always been sorta like the 3rd wheel in a free relay. BUT SHIT. my spots not gonna be takin without us fightin. we r gonna go to provincials. cuz thats JUST HOW OUR SHIT ROLLS BITCHEZZZ

TO ALL MOTHAFITCHES: if ur not gonna work hard and ur even gonna try hard and ur thinking of going to provincials instead of someone who frickin EARNED HIS SPOT THERE for going to HARD PRACTICES, NOT SO SATISFYING MEETS and shit. forget it. i would forgive u mudafkers if u did try hard. if uve ever been dqed for a stupid reason. if u ever left a race feeling like god just picked u out of the crowd and shat on u. if u ever fucking felt like dying after a race. if uve ever felt like all ur work was meaningless. if uve ever had to keep ur head up even through the disappointment. BUT NOOOO U HAVENT. SO FUCK U. UP THE ASS. NO PROTECTION FO U BITCHES. WE GONNA SHITKICK PPL IN OUR WAY. THATS JUST HOW WE ROLL :)

WHEN WE STEP ON THAT HOLY LAND, THE SMALL RECTANGULAR SPACE IN FRONT OF THE VOLUNTEER TIMERS, BEFORE THE BLOCKS, OVERLOOKING THE OVER-CHLORINATED WATERS WE WILL BE AFRAID. BUT WE WILL NOT RUN FOR WE ARE KIGOOS. THERE ARE MANY WHO LOOK AT US AND FEEL DISDAIN. OMG ITS ANOTHER KIGOOS TEAM I HATE THEM…NOT!!! KIGOOS ARE FUCKING AWESOME. WHEN WE STEP ON THOSE BLOCKS. WE WILL REWRITE HISTORY. OUR OPPONENTS ANCESTORS WILL ROLL IN THEIR GRAVES CUZ WHEN WE FUCKING FIRE OUR EPIC LAZERS AND PWN EVERYBODY, WE WILL BE THE WINNING TEAM. NO MAN OR SILAS, BRANDON, FRANKIE, DELBERT, ERIC, RYAN, CHRIS, MATTHEW, OR MARK WILL EVER BE THE SAME. FOR EVERY SQUARE INCH OF WATER WE MOVE IS ANOTHER STEP TO WINNING AT PROVINCIALS. RAAAAAHHHH!!!

WE WILL PWN.! >:D

David is a kid that doesn’t come to any practices, he just shows up and gets a fast time because he trains with another team. Because of that, the relays now have to be moved around. All twelve of us who train hard are pissed at him. So yeah…


Videos


A collection of photos



Love the way you lie-Eminem feat. Rihanna Commentary

Ladies and gentlemen, platypus and turtles. It is time for another commentary, this time I chose a song that’s NOT repetitive. Amazing.

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn
Well that’s all right because I like the way it hurts
Emo much?

Just gonna stand there and hear me cry
Well that’s all right because I love the way you lie, I love the way you lie
What’d did he lie about? Ohhhh, the cake. That’s right, the cake is a lie. No wonder you’re crying.

I can’t tell you what it really is, I can only tell you what it feels like
And right now it’s a steel knife in my windpipe.
If this was real life, he would probably do good in a circus.

I can’t breathe but I still fight while I can fight
It’s like Naruto/Ichigo, they just keep on fighting regardless of their injuries.

As long as the wrong feels right it’s like I’m in flight
Well, when you’re drunk, everything feels right, and things are flight-like.

High off her love, drunk from my hate, it’s like I’m huffin’ paint
Yeah, drunk from hate. Also, just like drugs, huffing paint is bad for you, don’t do it.

And I love it the more I suffer, I suffocate
Back to the emo-ness. Go buy a “Tickle-me Emo”

And right before I’m about to drown, she resuscitates me, she fuckin’ hates me
Resucitate: cause to regain consciousness; to restart breathing and heart rate. You learn a new thing everyday.

And I love it, “wait, where you goin’?”
“I’m leavin’ you,” “no you ain’t come back”
Sounds like and argument, heh.

We’re runnin’ right back, here we go again.
That’s right, 5 laps around the field.

So insane, cause when it’s goin’ good it’s goin’ great.
Woah, he’s finally optimistic!

I’m Superman with the wing in his back, she’s Lois Lane
The only thing that doesn’t make sense is the “wing in his back”, is Superman secretly a bird?

But when it’s bad it’s awful, I feel so ashamed I snap
I guess emo people never learn, always pessimistic.

Whose that dude? I don’t even know his name.
I believe his name is Stephen.

I laid hands on him
I never stoop so low again
I guess I don’t know my own strength
And that concludes the first verse, not a single line repeated!

[Chorus]

You ever love somebody so much you can barely breathe when your wit you meet.
You meet and neither one of you even know what hit em
Mushy: Hit them dead with a baseball bat during the apocalypse while there are zoooommmmbiiiiesss…

Got that warm fuzzy feeling
Yeah them chills used to get em
Oxymoron, much?

Now you’re getting fuckin’ sick of lookin’ at em
When you keep on writing words, they eventually look weird. Try it.

You swore you’d never hit em, never do nothin’ to hurt em
No Sparta rage? Sad Faic

Now you’re in each other’s face spewin’ venom in your words when you spit em
Humans being able to transform into talking snakes, epic.

You push pull each other’s hair
What’s the point of pushing somebody’s hair?

Scratch claw hit em throw em down pin em
Eminem does 12 damage. Rihanna counter-attacks, dealing 15 damage with her rage. The attack is super effective!

So lost in the moments when you’re in em
It’s the face that’s the culprit, controls you both
The face is the one that commits the crime. The hands are innocent

So they say it’s best to go your seperate ways
When nothing goes right, go left

Guess that they don’t know ya
You don’t know Stephen, how do you expect him to know you?

Cause today that was yesterday
wait what

Yesterday is over, it’s a different day
Captain Obvious to the rescue!

Sound like broken records playin’ over
Hehe, Youtube as everything.

But you promised her next time you’ll show restraint
Harry, you are a police man. You have to catch people, restraint is necessary

You don’t get another chance
That is, unless you get a green mushroom

Life is no nintendo game, but you lied again
Life is a disease. The chance of dying is 100 percent.

Now you get to watch her leave out the window
Guess that’s why they call it window pane
Blasphemy! Get out the window. Right now.

[Chorus]

Now I know we said things, did things, that we didn’t mean
[Insert witty caption here]

And we fall back into the same patterns, same routine
I only ever do push-ups, sit-ups, crunches and leg lifts, I should really get to doing something else.

But your temper’s just as bad as mine is, you’re the same as me
Agent Smith Clones FTW!!!

When it comes to love you’re just as blinded
[Insert link here]

Baby please come back, it wasn’t you, baby it was me
For some reason, while holding social events, children tend to laugh at words like “babies” or “toilet”

Maybe our relationship isn’t as crazy as it seems
You find out… Your girlfriend. Is your father’s mother’s second sister’s turtle’s previous owner’s daughter’s best friend’s mother’s husband’s daughter.

Maybe that’s what happens when a tornado meets a volcano
Rain of Fire

All I know is I love you too much to walk away though

Come inside, pick up the bags off the sidewalk
That’s where I sleep. =_=

Don’t you hear sincerity in my voice when I talk?
No. I hear… YOUR MOTHER”S VOICE

Told you this is my fault, look me in the eyeball
I have no eyeballs. I’m a zommmmmbbbbiiieeee

Next time I’m pissed I’ll aim my fist at the drywall
Mushy: Punch a spider!!

Next time there won’t be no next time
You only have 3 time quanta, that’s why

I apologize even though I know it’s lies
There’s no use crying over every mistake, we just keep on going till we run out of cake

I’m tired of the games I just want her back
But Monopoly is so fun!

I know I’m a liar if she ever tries to fuckin’ leave again
Eminem, language!

I’ma tie her to the bed and set this house on fire
I always thought that “duct tape” was spelled DUCK tape.

[Chorus]


Pictures of things related to Zero

These people have zero life, also known as no life.

Notice how the infinity symbol has two side ways zeros. HMMMM......conspiracy?


The Purpose of Zero

The truth is, zero has zero purpose. (Recently, zero’s purpose being within itself has caused a tear in the space time continueum of earth’s atmosphere, unleashing an army of deranged lepricons with light sabers) Some argue that Zero’s purpose is in fact to prevent anarchy in the world where as others argue that its purpose is to cause anarchy in the world.

Zero = Anarchy: Those that believe the number zero is to create anarchy amongst the world are known as Crackpots. None of their points have ever been validated, because nobody gives a damn about what a crackpot has to say. Crackpots often point out that Zero is responsible for 1000′s of suicides each year. Their research shows that these suicides are often commited by teenagers struggling with the concept of there being nothing where there once was something.

Additionally, Crackpot research shows that 21% of Zero Suicides are by middle aged women who never settled down to have children and as a result have very saggy Zeros between their legs which take on the image of a Walrus on crack. Of course, none of this research can be validated because, quite frankly, who would listen to a Crackpot? If you see one, do both it and the world a favor by killing it before it molasts a lamp without a lightbulb with the switch on. (Which nobody wants to see). The only way to kill a Crackpot is with a stake knife and chokery using an arcade token.

Zero = Peace: People that believe Zero’s purpose is to keep the peace are called Zero Peace Fanatics. The General Public has always been highly confused by this name, believing that Zero Peace Fanatics are obsessed worshipers of religious fruit and wish to rain used condems upon the earth to create global terror. (Most people ignore these accusations and simply state that Zero Peace Fanatics are ‘just a global threat.’ Zero Peace Fanatics are in fact, very peaceful people with absolutely no lives. They live at home eating jelly beans and their only social activity is getting together with penguins to have apple dunking games. What all this has to do with anything is still a mystery. The Zero Peace Fanatics hope that one day we will all find Zero in our destinies and be at peace with everything. Zero Peace Fanatics believe that Apocalypse Zero was a God-like prophet sent by a giant Zero shaped warp storm located near the ‘dwarf planet’ Pluto [AKA: Circularly challenged sphere].


Creation of Zero

In the beginning there was something. That something being absolutely nothing. Therefore, Zero has existed since the beginning. Zero’s existence within a state of non-existence caused the big bang. Man began life in the ancient lands of Mesabeginia. Humans were very simple creatures with very complex psychological problems concerning the existence from non-existence that would cause religious warfare to rage on for thousands of years.

Men were very competative by nature and would often have competitions over how yellow a banana was, rock collections, and number of tetris games won. These competitions were very important to the men, however they had no way of keeping records because they were unaware of numbers.

After many great wars and complete anihalations of a variety of cultures a solution was discovered. Competative records could be kept on the amount of fingers people held up. Highly honored people known as Dumba**es would witness an important competition and keep record of the scores on their fingers. They would continue to hold their fingers up as long as the winning competitor continued to pay a weekly fee of tubby custard. Over time, each finger (and thumb) was given a name. The first finger was named One(Wan) after a very lonely Chinese virgin who lived in the mountains. Two(Tew) was named after a couple of side by side turds with faces drawn in them. Three, four, five, six were just random baby names pulled from a lottery and seven, eight, nine were chosen in rememberance of the horrible case of cannobolism when a very strange and hungry man named Seven ate an ugly woman named Nine. Ten was actually called Ben after a very famous general’s son, but Oscar Wilde changed it to Ten because Hitler kept getting laughed at trying to say, ‘I vant to drop Ben Bombs!!!’

Over time, the losers of very humilating competitions would sneak into the houses of the Dumbasses and cut off their fingers so that there would be no proof of any record. (Rather bizarly, anyone who tried to bribe between 10 000 BC and 2000 BC would burst into flames) Dumba**es who’d had their fingers cut off would often say, “I have no fingers” or “The count of my fingers is none”, but people went into a frenzy of anarchy because there could not possibly be a number for having no number. Tens of thousands of wars were fought over the holy grail which supposadly contained the almighty ‘!number without a number!’ At last an unknown man named Apocalypse Zero came along and stopped what is now known as the Apocalypse of Zero. He claimed that this number without a number was in fact, Zero (named after himself) which he stated as either the loss of everything or the gain of nothing. (Or for the mathamatically challenged: The rim of an oval next to a 1) But in all seriousness, 0 was invented in India. So yeah, thanks.


Let’s Just Try to Get This Organized

I’ve deleted all stupid posts. >:(
I’m not sure whether or not the YuChoy one is true.
But argh can’t you guys have any semblance of organization :<

awesomebananadancer will not be posting until like August 6th due to an exam.

yuchoy will not be posting till an undefined period of time as right now, he is in California.

Houraiguy will also probably not be posting until mid-August due to vacation leave.


About Zero

Zero is the value of nothing, but zero is not nothing, because the value of nothing is the value of something which means that nothing is something and something can’t be nothing without being non-existent which is imposible without the ability to un-become, which of course does not mean destroy, because to destroy is to make something into nothing and we’ve already gone over why something can’t be nothing since nothing is something. You have just witnessed the number zero, as in, you have zero clue as to what you just read and never will, because the amount of facts in that statement are Zero.

Zero is the value of nothing, although Zero is not equal to non-existence, because zero most certainly does exist despite the fact that it does absolutely nothing to contribute to society. There have been many attempts by Christian groups, AA, and the Back on your Feet Foundation to get Zero back into the working world so that it can make something of itself and accomplish something asides from nothing.

The shape of the number zero was decided by the Zero Appearence competition held by Jesus Christ when he got bored of walking on water and decided to do something just as equally pointless, but even more awsome. The winner was a retarded talking carrot who simply submitted an oval with the center cut out of it.

Zero resides between negative one and postive one.

Zero is also a place holder. It will hold people’s place in line ups if they have to go pee. Unfortunately, reserving your spot with a worthless number is not very effective.

Quite remarkably, Zero’s presence to the right of any number makes it worth 10 times as much. (Including the number ten itself) Therefore, the fact of reality is that as long as you have something (no matter how small and near valueless it is) the presence of lots and lots of worthless items next to it increases the worth. For instance, a pen might not be worth much by itself, but put a melted thimble, a pile of ashes and a bird without wings next to it and suddenly you’ve got a priceless model of the earth and its populance in 20 years.


Exams

awesomebananadancer will not be posting until like August 6th due to an exam.


Personal Profiles

[Mushyhijack: wait what are you doing :/]

Alright, so the authors from O-new will be making personal profiles about themselves. However, we need your help to pick questions (because we’re obviously stupid and incompetent).

Basicallt, in the comment box, write a question you want each of us (or some of us) to answer.


Apologies

So, I was at Mushy’s house today, we did history for a lot of the day so he didn’t have any time to make a post. However, we will give you a short fact about Beethoven.

His fame as a pianist in Vienna gained in many influential friends such as Prince Lichnovisky, Prince Lobkowitz and Count Razumovsky.

Now, I’m sure everybody who reads this post will remember 3 of his best friends. :D


Rice vs. Noodles

So, this is a joint post between yuchoy and awesomebananadancer. Mushy doesn’t like rice or noodles so he won’t be participating (even though he’s within arms reach right now). Mushy is completely neutral and he won’t be participating. (Mushy will probably edit all of this later) [MUSHYHIJACK: CITATION NEEDED >:( Also is this some kind of a podcast thing]
[ABD RESPONSE: uh... you would hear our voices though, and be able to stalk us. that wouldnt be good]

Yuchoy: There’s nothing good about rice, I mean, it’s just white.
awesomebananadancer: HOLY CRAP. That’s sooo rice-ist.
Yuchoy:-_-
ABD: Anyways, rice is better than noodles. I mean, how would sushi work? The noodles would like all fall out. Also, CHEER-ios and noodles are made out of rice.
Yuchoy: lol i was allergic to sushi until like 2 months ago…and with NOODLES, YOU HAVE “BOWL NOODLE SOUP SAVEUR DE KIMCHI FLAVOUR”
ABD: Yeah, you were allergic cause you were lactose-intolerant, hehe. And also, bowl noodle soup has MSG, which can be turned into an SMG. Which can be turned into an SMG MGS (metal gear solid) which can’t be used in GMS (Global maple story)
Mushy: CHAIRS CAN EAT FRENCH FRIES IF THEY ARE COMPELLED TO
Yuchoy: uhhh… lolwut? In a few seconds, I’ll turn into a gundam warrior
Mushy: Mario!
ABD: Pineapples are better than chips because they’re spiky. However, in Bloons Tower defense, they explode.
Yuchoy: *bursts into the room carrying a gian nerf gun, an axe and a wooden shield.
Mushy: *attacks with chair*
ABD: And thus concludes the battle between rice and noodles.


Ke$ha “Tik Tok” Commentary

Welcome to the second “Commentary on Music”. A better name will be resolved in the near future.

Wake up in the morning feeling like P Diddy
Alright, we know P Diddy is a man. Ke$ha wakes up feeling like a man, good to know.

Put my glasses on, Im out the door – Im gonna hit this city
Cities are usually pretty big, you’re gonna need a pretty big object.

Before I leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack
Woah, spaz. You brush your teeth with alcohol? Well, at least you don’t do plastic surgery.

Cause when I leave for the night, I aint coming back
Summary of song so far: She wakes up feeling like a man, then puts her glasses on while brushing her teeth with alcohol because she isn’t coming back.

Im talking – pedicure on our toes, toes
Oh wow, not even four lines into the song and she already starts repeating stuff.

Trying on all our clothes, clothes
Considering the quality of your clothes in the music video, I doubt you have very many.

Boys blowing up our phones, phones
Where do these boys get there explosives? I need to know.

Drop-toping, playing our favorite cds
Drop-toping is something to do with convertibles, what the hell does that have to do with cd’s. Wait, she’s drunk, nevermind.

Pulling up to the parties
Ke$ha? Instead of pulling up to the parties, you should be pulling your self up the bar doing chin-ups. Seriously.


Trying to get a little bit tipsy
You don’t need no alcohol, all you need to do is run around in circles for at least 3 minutes and 14 seconds, only then will you be truly dizzy.

Dont stop, make it pop
Popping balloons of course, I would suggest using bomb towers. When they’re fully upgraded, they’re deadly.

DJ, blow my speakers up
Woah, first blowing up phones. Now blowing up explosives.

Tonight, Imma fight
The DJ  and the “boys” have explosives, save your energy, let them throw a cherry bomb or two.

Til we see the sunlight
Fighting till you see the sunlight. Sounds like a vampire to me…

Tick tock, on the clock
Ke$ha, I have a digital watch, mine doesn’t go “Tik Tok”

But the party don’t stop
Basically, you fight during the party and once you see the sunlight, you stop fighting and actually begin to party.

Woah-oh oh oh
Woah-oh oh oh
Repetitive-ness. Wonderful.

Dont stop, make it pop
DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, Imma fight
Til we see the sunlight
Tick tock, on the click
But the party dont stop
Woah-oh oh oh
Woah-oh oh oh
You just said something, now you repeat it again.

Aint got a care in world, but got plenty of beer
Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr…

Aint got no money in my pocket, but Im already here
You never said anything about purses, etc.

Now, the dudes are lining up cause they hear we got swagger
Groovy clothes? Look at your music videos, you’re wearing half a rag!

But we kick em to the curb unless they look like Mick Jagger

Im talking about – everybody getting crunk, crunk
Everybody getting “high” and “drunk” at the same time. Ke$ha, you seriously have some serious special abilities, go talk to Ash and Pikachu or something, they can help you master your ability

Boys trying to touch my junk, junk
Go to the landfill.

Gonna smack him if he getting too drunk, drunk
“Ke$ha” smacked “ArandomguynamedBartholemew”! The attack was super effective!

Now, now – we going til they kick us out, out
Or the police shut us down, down
Aren’t these the same thing, pretty much?

Police shut us down, down
“Ke$ha” repeats things a lot to “awesomebananadancer”. The attack was super effective. awesomebananadancer faints.
Po-po shut us -
Popo the younger– Very fast person compared to other people, IMO.

Dont stop, make it pop
DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, Imma fight
Til we see the sunlight
Tick tock, on the click
But the party dont stop
Woah-oh oh oh
Woah-oh oh oh

Dont stop, make it pop
DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, Imma fight
Til we see the sunlight
Tick tock, on the click
But the party dont stop
Woah-oh oh oh
Woah-oh oh oh
Holy crap. That was just the same thing repeating right after each other. And we already heard that freaking twice already.

DJ, you build me up
You break me down
Oxymoron, much?

My heart, it pounds
What do you think it does? Explodes?

Yeah, you got me
With my hands up
And how does this prove anything?

You got me now
You got that sound
Is this DJ secretly part of the sound clan?

Yea, you got me
DJ, you build me up
You break me down
My heart, it pounds
Yeah, you got me
Note: awesomebananadancer will cease to do commentary’s on things this repetitive in the future.

With my hands up
Get your hands up
Put your hands up
=_=

Now, the party dont start until I walk in
Ke$ha, you ain’t invited too my birthday party, then I don’t need to wait for some mutated Pokemon that attacks by repeating stuff over and over again to come.

Dont stop, make it pop
DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, Imma fight
Til we see the sunlight
Tick tock, on the click
But the party dont stop
Woah-oh oh oh
Woah-oh oh oh

Dont stop, make it pop
DJ, blow my speakers up
Tonight, Imma fight
Til we see the sunlight
Tick tock, on the click
But the party dont stop
Woah-oh oh oh
Woah-oh oh oh

Alright, we’ve heard that 6 times. You’ve mastered one of your Pokemon abilities. Now do something else.

Song summary: Ke$ha is a special Pokemon with the ability to repeat things over and over to the opponent to cause damage to them. However, in order to do this, she must contact boys and DJ’s with explosives to get alcohol from them. Without her beer, she is a useless Pokemon.


V-NEW 3: 7+13=28

Quotes

28 vacuums a week, that’s a lot of vacuums to sell.

Did you ever go to school stupid? Yes, and I’ve come out the same way.

*stares at chalkboard* You’re hired.

Summary

A guy redefines the definition of epic win. Well, actually, a guy is being hired to be “something, i don’t actually know”. He gets a simple math question wrong, however, the interviewer tells him to prove it on the chalk board. He pwns the interviewers face 3 times. After that, he gets hired.

Rating

Length: Nice and short, if he could do subtraction, it would be even better though. 4/5
Humour: Whole thing is hilarious, makes you just stare at the screen. 5/5
Acting Skills:  Er… Just another category thrown in. I guess the interviewer is very good at pushing the other guy? 4/5
Plot: Sorta random, IMO. It works though. 3/5


Rant on my history class

I’m not crying because I’m sad. I’m actually really mad. The only reason I’m crying is because everybody takes me as a little boy, nobody would expect me to be mad. Also, if I did show I was mad, my teacher would probably destroy me. I’m mad because everybody takes my work as a joke, none of it is being taken seriously. I can’t do anything my own way (not even my writing), everything has to be done my teacher’s way. My teacher’s way is fu**ing stupid. She wants me to study every single extra minute I have. Polly, I have a life y’know! And because I study so much, I’m supposed to be able to write it out on a piece of paper word for word. That’s bullsh**. It’s completely against what the program at my school teaches. And because I don’t do everything exactly her way, I get treated like the losers who don’t study at all.

I do study.

I have a typed document of every thing we’ve learnt so far, every day I read that document. I’ve even recorded myself reading it so that I can hear it where ever I go. Also, in class, I copy out the full document, word for word with a pencil to memorize it.

Is that enough?

Because if it isn’t, tell me what is.


Rant on Today

Today was something that rhymes with Ducking Full Bit. A list of what happened today.

1. When I wake up, I realize that my shirt is covered in blood and there’s still blood coming out of my nose. I literally can’t breathe until I completely wash my face and rinse out my mouth.  Then, my dad tells me to brush my teeth. I do, and it starts bleeding again,

2. Because of this, I missed warm-up for my swim meet. I got to swim a little bit in the extra lane. For 5 minutes. That really helped me get accustomed to the pool, I mean 5 minutes.

3. Great, I’m not in 200 Individual Medley. I won’t be tired for my Freestyle event. Well guess what? It took (ducking) 3 hours to get through all the people, even if I was swimming IM, I could go back home, watch an episode of anime and then go back in time for Freestyle event.

4. It’s time for my freestyle race, yay. In marshalling, the benches are so small, there’s only enough room for like 5 people. The other 3 have to try and squish in as much as they can. Obviously, since Im a year younger than everybody, I get kicked onto the ground. Terrific.

5. I take off 1 and a half seconds (which is a lot). I expect like a placing of around 15. Out of the 58 people that swam 50 free, I came in 24th. What. The. Duck.

6. Next event, Butterfly. This is my best event, I’m hoping I get into finals. When the time comes, my race sucked, my arms didn’t even move with a proper rhythm. I was sure I was gonna fail. Turns out, I got 11th. That is ducking the worst spot. If my arms moved in rhythm, I would have gotten into finals, no prob. But instead, I get 11th. Half of it is the timers fault, the time it takes to push down a button after seeing them touch is 20 milliseconds. I was 18 milliseconds away from getting in finals. Oh well, what can i say? BULL PIT!

7. Next, the relay. My team has a “Provincial Qualifying Time”, basically, we’re really fast. However, some genius forgot to put our card in marshalling. The coaches literally didn’t care. There just like “You guys were so fast, I didn’t even see you in the pool” or “Do you want to do a pretend one in the warm-up pool?” Duck, no.

8. Since I’m not allowed to bus home, I need to hitch a ride with somebody. Turns out that somebody had finals, because of that, I needed to wait f-ing 5 hours till I got home.

9. When my dad finally comes to f-ing pick me up, he does this huge loop so I run after a car going at like 20km an hour for 5 minutes. Damn!

10. I finally arrive home. It’s boiling. Damn it.