Emo!

I realise my introductory post said this blog was supposed to be dark and 'emo'. People have asked why it's so 'happy'. They also said it was 'poseurish'. So here's a bit of 'emo' for you...

FUCK YOU! YOU ALL SUCK! DO NOT HAVE SEX COS YOU WILL PRODUCE MONKEYS AND LOWER THE AVERAGE NATIONAL INTELLIGENCE QUOTIENT! YOU DON'T GET IT AND YOU NEVER WILL!

Nothing personal =)

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Once In A Lifetime

It's getting dark too soon
A threatening silence surrounding me
A wind comes up from the islands

When distance fades to stormy grey,
Washed out from the deep of the ocean,
Here I will stand to face your wrath,
While all the others are praying

Calm down, my heart - don't beat so fast
Don't be afraid, just once in a lifetime
Calm down, my heart - don't beat so fast
Don't be afraid, just once in a lifetime

No rain can wash away my tears
No wind can soothe my pain
You made me doubt, you made me fear
But now I'm not the same

And when silence comes back to me
I find myself feeling lonely
Standing here on the shores of destiny
I find myself feeling lonely

I had a life to give, many dreams to live
Don't you know that you're losing so much this time?
Beyond the waves, I will be free
While all the others are praying

Calm down my heart

The love in you, it does not burn
There is no lesson you can learn
And there are sounds you cannot hear
And there are feelings you can't feel

Calm down, my heart - don't beat so fast
Don't be afraid, just once in a lifetime
I don't pretend that I love you
And this time I'm not scared of you

--Wolfsheim

RADARS!

MINDEF and the Defense Science and Technology Agency have decided to put a military radar on my roof. My flat is 25 storeys high and I stay on the 24th. I've heard tell that handphone reception, internet speed etc etc do experience some form of interference.

If anybody has any first hand experience do leave a comment or leave me an email at keithlim@pacific.net.sg. We're currently attempting to petition against it.

I Like Getting People Irritated

I was gonna title this post "I Like Irritating People" but that could be taken two ways.

I haven't felt the need to shove any of my opinions through your visual receptors of late. There's nothing in particular I need to rant/rave/rage about and that's what this blog was meant to record.
On the other hand, people have actually been asking me to update this blog, which means there are some people who actually do read this junk and that's pretty cool!


Here's a personal to-do list:

1. Pick up a hot chick at a club. One of the skanky ones who know they're hot and look like they went to the David Blaine School of Extreme Dancing. Then drop her as you're leaving together saying, "Oh man! You're not as hot as I thought. Damn you Jose Cuervo!" Then run down the street as fast as possible.
2. Mumble at someone until they come really close and then scream "I SAID CAN YOU HEAR ME?" **Thank you for this one, Paul.
   
3. Go to a LAN shop. Tell the counter guy I want a keyboard without the letters. "I'm sorry but I just can't figure out where the keys are with all those runes on them."
4. Run into a LAN shop at top speed screaming "HASTE!" Run to the drinks machine and buy a drink. Scream "REGENERATION!!" Then slam dunk the can into a dustbin and scream "DOUBLE DAMAGE". Leave before I get thrown out.
   
5. With National Day around the corner, I was trying to figure out what the Singapore Spirit is. I've realised the Singapore Spirit is all about Goh Chok Tong (not about the pontianak as I initially surmised). There's The Father (LKY), The Son (Lee Hsien Loong) and the Holy Ghost (or Holy Goh). Ok this joke is quite bad. I'm leaving it in anyway. It's my blog.
   
6. Hang out at Orchard Towers late at night and solicit the hookers. "Hi, I big cock! You want? $200 OK? Oi you go where? Come back! Really big cock!"
7. Go Trick or Treating during the seventh month.
8. Beat up someone's boyfriend. "Is that your girl you're talking to? Well I don't like the way you're talking to her." *whack*

Any more ideas?

The devil's water it ain't so sweet, you don't have to drink right now.

The Hacker Manifesto

/*This was written by The Mentor in 1986 and earned more notoriety after being quote by the movie Hackers in 1995. I understand a version 4.0 of The Hacker Manifesto has been in circulation. It's Crap. Hacking was never political. To the uninitiated (quite frankly this means most of you) Learn what Hacker really means first. */

#include

int main()
{
printf ("

Another one got caught today, it's all over the papers. "Teenager Arrested in Computer Crime Scandal", "Hacker Arrested after Bank Tampering"...

Damn kids. They're all alike.

But did you, in your three-piece psychology and 1950's technobrain, ever take a look behind the eyes of the hacker? Did you ever wonder what made him tick, what forces shaped him, what may have molded him?

I am a hacker, enter my world...

Mine is a world that begins with school... I'm smarter than most of the other kids, this crap they teach us bores me...

Damn underachiever. They're all alike.

I'm in junior high or high school. I've listened to teachers explain for the fifteenth time how to reduce a fraction. I understand it. "No, Ms. Smith, I didn't show my work. I did it in my head..."

Damn kid. Probably copied it. They're all alike.

I made a discovery today. I found a computer. Wait a second, this is cool. It does what I want it to. If it makes a mistake, it's because I screwed it up. Not because it doesn't like me... Or feels threatened by me.. Or thinks I'm a smart ass.. Or doesn't like teaching and shouldn't be here...

Damn kid. All he does is play games. They're all alike.

And then it happened... a door opened to a world... rushing through the phone line like heroin through an addict's veins, an electronic pulse is sent out, a refuge from the day-to-day incompetencies is sought... a board is found. "This is it... this is where I belong..." I know everyone here... even if I've never met them, never talked to them, may never hear from them again... I know you all...

Damn kid. Tying up the phone line again. They're all alike...

You bet your ass we're all alike... we've been spoon-fed baby food at school when we hungered for steak... the bits of meat that you did let slip through were pre-chewed and tasteless. We've been dominated by sadists, or ignored by the apathetic. The few that had something to teach found us willing pupils, but those few are like drops of water in the desert.

This is our world now... the world of the electron and the switch, the beauty of the baud. We make use of a service already existing without paying for what could be dirt-cheap if it wasn't run by profiteering gluttons, and you call us criminals. We explore... and you call us criminals. We seek after knowledge... and you call us criminals. We exist without skin color, without nationality, without religious bias... and you call us criminals. You build atomic bombs, you wage wars, you murder, cheat, and lie to us and try to make us believe it's for our own good, yet we're the criminals.

Yes, I am a criminal. My crime is that of curiosity. My crime is that of judging people by what they say and think, not what they look like. My crime is that of outsmarting you, something that you will never forgive me for.

I am a hacker, and this is my manifesto. You may stop this individual, but you can't stop us all... after all, we're all alike.");

return 0;

/*This is how we really thought, felt, believed. The hacker subculture was the urban version of the hippie revolution 10 years late. I first discovered this in 1996 on a BBS with my 9600 bps suprafax modem. Singtel tore down the BBS 2 weeks later.

For The Hacker, The Gamer, The Designer, The Artist, The Actor, The Unexpressive People, The Ones Who Scream At The Gods For Getting It Wrong, this sentiment carries across the board.

For those to whom this article has relevance, I am Cyb3rst0rm later known as Cyanide.*/

}

Spiderman, Iron Man and The Hulk

I know I'm slow, but this is just so cool.