[kyubichan]

Not as much as you dream about Chim apparantly. ...

Honestly one of the best comebacks I ever heard ^^

...i did put up the idea of me her and her bf sleeping together the other day though XD

You weird me out every time.

@Lynk's story

So there's proof that stuff doesn't just happen in anime, but in real life as well... I should be laughing, unfortunately that happens to me most of the time, me being the one flailing my arms wildly XD

EDIT:
@Chim's story

I dislike that subject (Robotics)... but robot dance+oven gloves= ROFL.

*Instead of posting so much, I edit, again!

Kyubi's Most Hated Subject (Robotics)
I've ranted about this on a certain thread. Although it wasn't my intention, I got back at our instructor for making us suffer for one semester: He's also our teacher at Electronics, and a bonafide prankster. No one pranks him, but he pranks everyone( excluding the school director). So, one time we're in the lab, testing and handling live wire, he slams on the table like BAM! We turned around and he was laughing, especially at me coz he said I was so surprised that I "...jumped and grew three inches." Oh no, no messing about my height >_< Thus, when he was testing the thingy we made to see if it works, as he was c-a-r-e-f-u-l-l-y going through the wires to avoid getting electrocuted... I prick him with a copper wire. He jumped three inches.

[Lynk Former]

My Brush With Fame... Kinda

I had a very strange dream last night... it was... well normal. Usually when I have a dream it's always really out there and also always has a different artstyle and not just a recreation of real life. This time everything was normal and people I knew were in it and they were themselves.

The big difference was that someone famous was there. Who? Christopher Walken. Now the dream was set at my house and my folks were throwing a party and he showed up. We met and we started talking about stuff...

Don't ask me what we were talking about cause it's all kinda fuzzy, but we sat down and talked for ages till I woke up.

Now... what the hell? LOL

[Black Howling]

Ok fair enough lynk XD

[Chimasterwang]

More cowbell? XD

[Stormfalcon]

Too bad it was all just a dream...

[Moelman]

lol how random is Christopher Walken? xD

[Hawkeye]

I wonder what they were talking about I wonder.....

[Maverick]

quantum physics and Heisenber's uncertainty principle I bet.

[Hawkeye]

Maybe he gave Lynk the winning lottry numbers.....

[Maverick]

it must have been a boring talk then...

[Lynk Former]

Oh no... it was interesting... very interesting XD

[Lynk Former]

Haircuts and the other kind...

So, I went to get my hair cut today, which I hate doing cause you know those hairdresser people, always trying to talk to you about stuff and all that fashion pictures on the wall where the people don't even fit into the real world, etc...

Anywayz, today was a little different, I had this nice girl cut my hair today who didn't bother to try to chat with me about some crap, and she was pretty hot but whatever. So she's cutting my hair, and she's doing a good job of it, she had a nice soft touch... but the touch that was more interesting was somewhere else...

You know, sometimes when you get a hairdresser and they lean in, parts of their body brush you... well this was a lot more than that. I mean, sometimes this other lady who had cut my hair once would lean in and her breast would brush my shoulder. That was an innocent thing that can be dismissed easily. This wasn't.

Good part of story starts here

This girl was brushing up against me quite a bit. The way I was sitting my elbows were sticking out over the arms of the chair and her thighs were constantly brushing pass them. Now I'm not talking lightly either, she was warming up to something.

And then bingo, suddenly I found my righ elbow between her legs and she was rubbing her pussy at the tip and she wasn't making any accidental act out of it with me, I can tell ya that. At this point she kind of started blushing.... and while I haven't felt that many things with my elbow before, I could feel quite A LOT happening.

As it started we made eye contact for the only time and I just thought "Go to town if you want, I don't mind" and she did. Of course she'd have to move around me to cut the hair but at each elbow she made a stop and had a good rub.


..

Good times.

[Stormfalcon]

Are you using TAG body spray, Lynk?

[Chimasterwang]

Anouther Lynk rwar moment eh

[Kiai]

Jealous...

interpret as you may.

[Moelman]

Wow Lynk, you lucky dog you.

[tai]

ROFL WTF LYNK!!!??!?!

hahaha that is so random man xD
can i go to your hairdresser? lol. actully no wait...my girlfreind would kill me ^^;

[Lynk Former]

A moment of reflection

What you're about to read is something you'd probably think would have been better suited to the Ranting and Ravings thread seeing as all it really is, is ranting and raving. But then I thought, "Fuck you, I'm the admin and I'm going to type this up in a thread that was created just so I can tell you about shit you probably didn't want to read in the first place." And so I did.

I am, as you may or may not be aware of, currently unemployed. This probably won’t surprise any of you considering what a moron I appear to be on here every day. Either way, I've got no job, and to become a proud member of society, I obviously need one. Now, at this point I'm sure Blue has already given up trying to read any of this with all of the grammatical error's I've already made. Maybe she can tally them all up and give me a score at the end. So, as I was saying, productive members of society obviously have jobs and are generally productive in those jobs.

I've found that to get a job, you basically have to become a kind of a prostitute, one that doesn't deal in any kind of sexual acts, but does sell your body... your mind, and in some cases, your soul. Okay, I'm pretty comfortable with selling my body, and I'm pretty comfortable with selling my soul. But my mind? That's a little harder for me to do since, well, despite how screwed up my mind may be, I kinda like it the way it is and don't really want anyone to try to brainwash me into anything else. So, like all prostitutes, you do the act, but it's not like you really enjoy any of it, you kinda have to go through the motions and pretend you're all into whatever job you're applying for and swallow whatever they give you.

Job interviews is where I fail at miserably, probably because I'm obviously no good at selling myself in any situation. I find that if I whip out my penis and masturbate in front of the people who are interviewing me and then cum all over the desk. I'll have a better chance of getting the job. But as it is, I've had few actual interviews and simply have a tonne of rejection notices they have before they choose folks for interviews.

So then what's my problem? I have got hardly any experience... or at least that's what I keep being told. This is great cause to get experience you need a job, but to get a job you need to have experience. Of course, none of these places actually tell you that outright, you have to read between the lines, which isn't hard since they spell it out clearly without even saying a single word about it. And of course, I understand that however good I may be, there's always going to be someone better than me. But do the people who are better than me have to apply for all of the same jobs I'm applying for? Of course, the whole "better than me" talk is obviously loser talk so I'm doomed to fail from the start... which kind of makes me NOT the productive member of society that society wants me to be.

Of course, just because I'm unemployed doesn't mean I'm poor, fuck no. I'm a smart cookie who, when he had a job, saved half of his pay check every fortnight (they don't actually give you a check for those who don't know... you can use that as a random fun fact if you want) in a savings account which means I have a few thousand in the bank to last me for, not very long... but hopefully, long enough. But because I haven't got a steady supply of chocolate coins coming in, I've had to make some lifestyle changes... You see, I'm at the point where I've stopped buying anime DVDs. Yes, it's tragic, I know. There really should be a charity started to support me for I am so unfortunate and all that crap.

But that's all beside the point, the point is, I'm a bludger who's not worth anything and there are people who believe that I should go back to my own country. Now, as an Australian, I immediately assume when someone asks me what country I'm from, I should say "Australia"... of course the kind of people I'm talking about would beg to differ. (Well, actually they just differ. The whole begging part ain't in there, anywhere.) So, I thought about it... what if I did move back to Fiji, my birthplace?... with my few thousand bucks, I'd be pretty damn rich. And it'd be pretty easy to exploit the poor bastards who live there if I didn't get beaten and/or killed by some thugs first. But then I thought, no. Fiji is a nice place to visit for a holiday, but there's a reason why my parents chose to move over here to Australia.

In the end, I suppose I'll just have to be persistent, because obviously with enough effort, I'll eventually get a job and feel good about earning a living and all that crap. Furthermore, people would say that all of this try and try again effort is character building and all that kinda jazz. Well fuck you, you fucking cunt. (For those who didn't know "cunt" is registering as a spelling error on Firefox but "fuck" isn't.) I've got all the character I want already, I don't really want any more. Sure I'll pretend to jump through all of your hoops so I can sell shit to people who don't need or know what the hell I'm selling them in the first place but buy it anyway. And yeah, I'll do all that boring and repetitive crap that'll send a man into a killing spree just to earn some cash. But I do not want any of this character building crap or maturing into an adult crap thrown at me. Oh, and just a note at this point, after all of that mindless swearing and general mouthing off, I didn't get fired from my last job, it's just that it was what is called a "non-ongoing" job. Yeah, I'm talking the lingo with that one, you can sure see I know my shit.

The truth is (yes, I started a paragraph with "the") that I'm not going to go down the whole domestic path the rest of you are eventually going down or are already in. I know very well that I'm going to die very much alone and miserable. Well maybe not so much miserable as I would be led by my own brain chemistry that guides me to procreate for the survival of my species, mixed with the philosophical attributes that is what we like to call "love" in a big orgy of... yeah, you get the idea. Either way, this all relates to my whole job issue. You see, you can't just have a job and be productive in the workplace, you need to be productive in other areas too. After all, a man isn't really a man until he has a family and does all that kinda jazz that family men do with the responsibility and sacrifice and starting to really feel like they have to make a better future for their children kinda stuff.

I'm sorry, the only way I can see myself making the world a better place is if I DON'T find a nice girl to love, etc. I'm pretty fucking sure that that girl will be a lot better off without someone like me in her life. And if I do end up being stupid enough (and the girl I find being stupid enough) to get to the point where the possibility of children comes up... I'll put it bluntly: the world does not need anymore people at the moment. I'm pretty fucking sure the human race's existence and specifically the population of Indian's around the world is pretty secure in the knowledge that we have plenty of supply left before we start to run low. And more to the point, I'm not sure it's a good idea that I, Lynk, should be having children for the fact that in today's world we obviously want our kids to be tall, white but with tanned skin, blonde hair, blue eyed, thin yet lean, muscular athletes with big dicks, big tits, golden singing voices... listen, the list just goes on and the kids I'll never have will meet maybe one or two of those criteria, probably. To be more to the point, my genetic material obviously isn't up to snuff, and that's cool, I understand that kinda jazz, I'm willing to go with it.

After all of that, I’m pretty much left with nothing to contribute to society, I don't want to be one of the little worker ants in your colony and I don't want to be the rat that fucks out kids for the plague. In the end, it leaves me nowhere.

To be perfectly honest, I don't actually think I should be alive... and fuck off, I know what you're thinking "oh then go fucking kill yourself you coward" and all that obvious crap. No, I'm not going to commit suicide, as much as I'd like to, my natural will to live which has been programmed into me and disallows me from doing anything of the sort. Nah, don't worry, I'll be alive for many, many years to come, taking up your space, breathing your air, and doing other evil acts against humanity. But of course there are people who have read this much and have said stuff like "quit your bitching, at least you're not one of those poor starving children in Somalia" or something along those lines. Well no, of course not, but on the other hand, I say this to you. "quit YOUR bitching, at least I'm not a psychopathic killer who has the urge to saw off your limbs and rape you till your insides rupture and you bleed out of whatever hole it is that you're being raped from." I could be worse things in this world, but I'm not.

So now that I've gone and made people think that I'm some kind of <insert judgement here>. I have to tell you, I have this view about myself, and it's pretty damn negative, and I never do give myself a fair go that Australian's are apparently meant to have... but there are a lot of people who tell me I'm a great guy who has done great things for them and am generally a very nice and caring person with great decency and all that kinda jazz. Don't listen to any of them, they're obviously Satan worshippers.

But I will acknowledge that it's true that I do talk about myself very negatively compared to how I actually am. I tend to say one thing, but do another thing, and what I end up doing is the decent thing rather than what I say or think which is the not so decent thing. For example, there was this one time I was coming home from work and taking the train home. There was this elderly guy trying to get his luggage into the train but was having trouble lifting it up and into the train. (My town is quite far from Melbourne so I end up taking the country train which goes pretty long distance.) Now I'm thinking I'm just going to walk pass this guy and let him struggle on his own, but next thing I know I'm helping this guy out and I grab the luggage and put it into the train for him. I thought "What the hell? What am I doing?" It was a really disturbing experience and I feel really ashamed about it because it's what a nice person would do and not generally what someone like me would do.

So the conclusion is, intellectually, I am a real bastard who will make jokes at everyone expense. I'll fuck around, both literally and figuratively and be a jerk in my own little way, with my own brand of unoriginal humour, of course..... and then there's this other side of me, which I can't identify, that is apparently a very nice person who refuses to die despite all of my best efforts.

What can I do about it? Fucked if I knew. In all honesty nothing I said so far in this post has made any real sense, it's all just a bunch of stupid nonsense I typed to waste time... isn't it? Maybe we should ask "Rug Boy" and see what he has to say about it.

[Kiai]

I can be your Inspiration Lynk, I can.

[Moelman]

Move to America.

[Chimasterwang]

@Jeff: You know you want Lynk Jking =P
XD Lynk XD
Maybe your post wasnt just telling other people but also gathering your thoughts outside of your head so you could compile/observ them? Maybe not XD
Lol at that "contribute to society" stuff i dont think ive ever thought about that XD

[Lynk Former]

I can be your Inspiration Lynk, I can.

....Eh? How so?

Move to America.

Screw that, I think I'll go kill myself rather than move to the US. I love Australia.

Maybe your post wasnt just telling other people but also gathering your thoughts outside of your head so you could compile/observ them? Maybe not XD
Lol at that "contribute to society" stuff i dont think I've ever thought about that XD

I'm wondering if any of you really know what that post was really all about XD

[Hawkeye]

I got two words for you Lynk...... Something that I believe that you should set as your Target in Life.... It should give you the balls to get out of your rut and do something.... Do you have a Cat?

[SIZE="7"][COLOR="Red"]WORLD

DOMINATION!!!!![/COLOR][/SIZE]

(Please Note That this picture is of a Crazy Anime Fan/Gopher at Ame-Con, His attemp of World Domination failed horrible. Don't Try it at Home!)

{LOl I just realised I posted an image of a Cat-man... I'm in sitchs..... LOL}

[Lynk Former]

I got two words for you Lynk...... Something that I believe that you should set as your Target in Life.... It should give you the balls to get out of your rut and do something....

Ah, now here is what I was waiting for. Look, my fine members, at the way Hawk worded this post. Apparantly, I don't have the balls to get out of my rut. Interesting thoughts there Hawk. You are a perfect example of why I like mocking people.

Tell me now, Hawk. What makes you think I don't have the balls get out of my rut?

[Hawkeye]

Because your moaning about it here.....

[Lynk Former]

*palmface and laughs* Read it again and try to keep an open mind. I know even you can do better than that hasty opinion. That rant wasn't just something random I furiously typed down in haste... it's kind of like that question I asked you about the kangaroo and moose awhile back.

Think about it.

[Kiai]

I'm done.

[Lynk Former]

I still find it funny that Hawk thinks I don't have the balls to make it in the world XD

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

Aright, I guess I should break it all down for everyone who got really confused by my rant and thought I went all emo and all that kinda jazz. Now, to be perfectly honest, I never wrote any of this to be understood, I just made it as a needlessly complicated stunt to get a laugh for myself out of people who may read it and think very negative thoughts just because of what someone may or may not think about certain things.

A moment of reflection

Such a lie ...well at least it's a lie but it's not... it's just misleading lol

What you're about to read is something you'd probably think would have been better suited to the Ranting and Ravings thread seeing as all it really is, is ranting and raving. But then I thought, "Fuck you, I'm the admin and I'm going to type this up in a thread that was created just so I can tell you about shit you probably didn't want to read in the first place." And so I did.

I've read a few emo rants while being a Super Moderator over at LucasForums, and they all seem to start off something like this, so I thought I'd do the same. It already has the person on the defensive from the very first paragraph, which is great for making people cast an opinion about you a certain way...

I am, as you may or may not be aware of, currently unemployed. This probably won?t surprise any of you considering what a moron I appear to be on here every day. Either way, I've got no job, and to become a proud member of society, I obviously need one. Now, at this point I'm sure Blue has already given up trying to read any of this with all of the grammatical error's I've already made. Maybe she can tally them all up and give me a score at the end. So, as I was saying, productive members of society obviously have jobs and are generally productive in those jobs.

I started off by putting myself down further, which goes really well with the fact that I went defensive on my first paragraph. But the real reason this paragraph exists is that little part where I mentioned Blue. I didn't type it up just to give a message to Blue, I wanted to tell people that there are things you need to look out for in this rant and keep track of.

I've found that to get a job, you basically have to become a kind of a prostitute, one that doesn't deal in any kind of sexual acts, but does sell your body... your mind, and in some cases, your soul. Okay, I'm pretty comfortable with selling my body, and I'm pretty comfortable with selling my soul. But my mind? That's a little harder for me to do since, well, despite how screwed up my mind may be, I kinda like it the way it is and don't really want anyone to try to brainwash me into anything else. So, like all prostitutes, you do the act, but it's not like you really enjoy any of it, you kinda have to go through the motions and pretend you're all into whatever job you're applying for and swallow whatever they give you.

You can't make a convincing rant if you're going to make shit up and expect people to believe it. So you talk about things you know people have agreed with you about in the past, such as the process of getting a job. The thing to notice about this paragraph is that I'm prepared to sell my body and even my soul... but not my mind. Interesting when I've already gone on the defensive in the first paragraph and have put myself down in the second... so let's see where else my mind takes me from here on in this rant...

Job interviews is where I fail at miserably, probably because I'm obviously no good at selling myself in any situation. I find that if I whip out my penis and masturbate in front of the people who are interviewing me and then cum all over the desk. I'll have a better chance of getting the job. But as it is, I've had few actual interviews and simply have a tonne of rejection notices they have before they choose folks for interviews.

Oh, we all love overstatements, don't we? Oh! The drama! The agony! The perfect opportunity to get people to laugh... at you! lol.

So then what's my problem? I have got hardly any experience... or at least that's what I keep being told. This is great cause to get experience you need a job, but to get a job you need to have experience. Of course, none of these places actually tell you that outright, you have to read between the lines, which isn't hard since they spell it out clearly without even saying a single word about it. And of course, I understand that however good I may be, there's always going to be someone better than me. But do the people who are better than me have to apply for all of the same jobs I'm applying for? Of course, the whole "better than me" talk is obviously loser talk so I'm doomed to fail from the start... which kind of makes me NOT the productive member of society that society wants me to be.

Here's another reminder of what you're meant to be doing in this rant... "READING BETWEEN THE LINES" and of course it's mixed in with a grain of truth about the whole job experience balance/counter balance. And then I put myself down even further... at this point you have to wonder "wait, this is Lynk... he's putting a lot of emphasis on certain things... we all know he likes to pull tricks every now and then"... I'm sure for some of you it clicked a long time back, but I know for sure that there are some who swallowed it all just like the figurative prostitute I mentioned earlier

Of course, just because I'm unemployed doesn't mean I'm poor, fuck no. I'm a smart cookie who, when he had a job, saved half of his pay check every fortnight (they don't actually give you a check for those who don't know... you can use that as a random fun fact if you want) in a savings account which means I have a few thousand in the bank to last me for, not very long... but hopefully, long enough. But because I haven't got a steady supply of chocolate coins coming in, I've had to make some lifestyle changes... You see, I'm at the point where I've stopped buying anime DVDs. Yes, it's tragic, I know. There really should be a charity started to support me for I am so unfortunate and all that crap.

This paragraph is a bit of a turn around, or so it seems. I'm talking about myself positively about saving my money and all that kinda jazz... but then I put myself down in a sarcastic manner when I talk about not being able to buy anime DVDs. And yes, most of this putting myself down and negativity is just padding, but I wanted to make sure people would palmface and think "for fucks sake, shut up!"

But that's all beside the point, the point is, I'm a bludger who's not worth anything and there are people who believe that I should go back to my own country. Now, as an Australian, I immediately assume when someone asks me what country I'm from, I should say "Australia"... of course the kind of people I'm talking about would beg to differ. (Well, actually they just differ. The whole begging part ain't in there, anywhere.) So, I thought about it... what if I did move back to Fiji, my birthplace?... with my few thousand bucks, I'd be pretty damn rich. And it'd be pretty easy to exploit the poor bastards who live there if I didn't get beaten and/or killed by some thugs first. But then I thought, no. Fiji is a nice place to visit for a holiday, but there's a reason why my parents chose to move over here to Australia.

Oh! More put-downs directed towards myself! What's going on? Well here's where it starts to get more interesting. I start to mention other people and their opinions about certain things. I start by mentioning certain people in this country, or in any country for that matter, who don't accept immigrants, or people who originated from a certain race, etc. These people have a right to their opinions and are either loved or hated for those opinions. Though when you think about it, if you have a certain opinion, it doesn't matter if you act out on that opinion or not. If someone sees you in a negative manner because of your opinion, it won't matter if you act on them or not, most people will judge based on what you think rather than what you've done.

To add to that, I talk about how "rich" I've become and the possibility of what I'd do if I go back to Fiji... the first thing that comes to mind? "Exploitation"... what any good person from a country like Australia would do to the people in a less fortunate country like Fiji. It is, after all, the civilised way. I'm sure I'll make up some kind of excuse to back myself up, like how I'm helping the local population build a better future, or securing the area for Australia's national security and of course for the rest of the worlds. I can do whatever I want, I've come from an economically superior country. But of course, let's not forget that Fiji is a much more dangerous place when compared to Australia... just cause you're out to exploit some poor black people doesn't mean that they'll just sit back and let it happen. I'm sure they'll do all they can with to stop me and retaliate against me, what I believe in and the country I came from (they'll see me as being an Australian even if some Australians may not consider me as being an Australian lol)........ but then what does this have to do with anything in this rant? Quite a lot, if you're clever you'll already see it. If not, keep trying.

In the end, I suppose I'll just have to be persistent, because obviously with enough effort, I'll eventually get a job and feel good about earning a living and all that crap. Furthermore, people would say that all of this try and try again effort is character building and all that kinda jazz. Well fuck you, you fucking cunt. (For those who didn't know "cunt" is registering as a spelling error on Firefox but "fuck" isn't.) I've got all the character I want already, I don't really want any more. Sure I'll pretend to jump through all of your hoops so I can sell shit to people who don't need or know what the hell I'm selling them in the first place but buy it anyway. And yeah, I'll do all that boring and repetitive crap that'll send a man into a killing spree just to earn some cash. But I do not want any of this character building crap or maturing into an adult crap thrown at me. Oh, and just a note at this point, after all of that mindless swearing and general mouthing off, I didn't get fired from my last job, it's just that it was what is called a "non-ongoing" job. Yeah, I'm talking the lingo with that one, you can sure see I know my shit.

Oh, but after that we see a glimmer of positive thought, how refreshing... well maybe not, looks like I'm going on the defensive again. But I really do spell it out for everyone here... but for those who didn't understand, I said, "I will make sacrifices to be accepted into society, but my thoughts are my own and not for you to fuck with." Which is what everyone really thinks about themselves deep down isn't it? I even go as far as to say that even with all of my negativity I'm not as much of a moron as you may have assumed... I mean, in my own way that no one would get lol.

The truth is (yes, I started a paragraph with "the") that I'm not going to go down the whole domestic path the rest of you are eventually going down or are already in. I know very well that I'm going to die very much alone and miserable. Well maybe not so much miserable as I would be led by my own brain chemistry that guides me to procreate for the survival of my species, mixed with the philosophical attributes that is what we like to call "love" in a big orgy of... yeah, you get the idea. Either way, this all relates to my whole job issue. You see, you can't just have a job and be productive in the workplace, you need to be productive in other areas too. After all, a man isn't really a man until he has a family and does all that kinda jazz that family men do with the responsibility and sacrifice and starting to really feel like they have to make a better future for their children kinda stuff.

Take note of the text in the brackets... but either way, finding someone to love and settling down to have a family... something which others expect you to do at some point... and I've noticed, if you don't want to do either of these things, you're treated pretty badly... no really, you don't notice it at first, but it's really scary once you do. You can understand why it happens though...

I'm sorry, the only way I can see myself making the world a better place is if I DON'T find a nice girl to love, etc. I'm pretty fucking sure that that girl will be a lot better off without someone like me in her life. And if I do end up being stupid enough (and the girl I find being stupid enough) to get to the point where the possibility of children comes up... I'll put it bluntly: the world does not need anymore people at the moment. I'm pretty fucking sure the human race's existence and specifically the population of Indian's around the world is pretty secure in the knowledge that we have plenty of supply left before we start to run low. And more to the point, I'm not sure it's a good idea that I, Lynk, should be having children for the fact that in today's world we obviously want our kids to be tall, white but with tanned skin, blonde hair, blue eyed, thin yet lean, muscular athletes with big dicks, big tits, golden singing voices... listen, the list just goes on and the kids I'll never have will meet maybe one or two of those criteria, probably. To be more to the point, my genetic material obviously isn't up to snuff, and that's cool, I understand that kinda jazz, I'm willing to go with it.

Now here's an opinion about myself and my place in this world which goes against what I explained in the last one. No significant other and no offspring. I know one of you here thought that this part was pretty interesting and actually liked reading about it. I know that a lot of you probably found this part the second most pathetic part of the whole rant... the most pathetic part coming soon, after the next short paragraph lol

After all of that, I?m pretty much left with nothing to contribute to society, I don't want to be one of the little worker ants in your colony and I don't want to be the rat that fucks out kids for the plague. In the end, it leaves me nowhere.

Oh, oh, wait for it. I purposely made this a short paragraph to build it up to the next part XD

To be perfectly honest, I don't actually think I should be alive... and fuck off, I know what you're thinking "oh then go fucking kill yourself you coward" and all that obvious crap. No, I'm not going to commit suicide, as much as I'd like to, my natural will to live which has been programmed into me and disallows me from doing anything of the sort. Nah, don't worry, I'll be alive for many, many years to come, taking up your space, breathing your air, and doing other evil acts against humanity. But of course there are people who have read this much and have said stuff like "quit your bitching, at least you're not one of those poor starving children in Somalia" or something along those lines. Well no, of course not, but on the other hand, I say this to you. "quit YOUR bitching, at least I'm not a psychopathic killer who has the urge to saw off your limbs and rape you till your insides rupture and you bleed out of whatever hole it is that you're being raped from." I could be worse things in this world, but I'm not.

I really don't have to explain this paragraph. It's pretty obvious after all I've said in this explanation what this is meant to be XD *taunt, taunt*

So now that I've gone and made people think that I'm some kind of <insert judgement here>. I have to tell you, I have this view about myself, and it's pretty damn negative, and I never do give myself a fair go that Australian's are apparently meant to have... but there are a lot of people who tell me I'm a great guy who has done great things for them and am generally a very nice and caring person with great decency and all that kinda jazz. Don't listen to any of them, they're obviously Satan worshippers.

So after that great climax of negativity, I've started to come back down to reality. Maybe It's not all so bad and maybe I'm just exaggerating things in a highly negative way. Be sure to take notice of this sentence though "So now that I've gone and made people think that I'm some kind of <insert judgement here>" it's a very important one, and one that Hawkeye fell into perfectly XD

But I will acknowledge that it's true that I do talk about myself very negatively compared to how I actually am. I tend to say one thing, but do another thing, and what I end up doing is the decent thing rather than what I say or think which is the not so decent thing. For example, there was this one time I was coming home from work and taking the train home. There was this elderly guy trying to get his luggage into the train but was having trouble lifting it up and into the train. (My town is quite far from Melbourne so I end up taking the country train which goes pretty long distance.) Now I'm thinking I'm just going to walk pass this guy and let him struggle on his own, but next thing I know I'm helping this guy out and I grab the luggage and put it into the train for him. I thought "What the hell? What am I doing?" It was a really disturbing experience and I feel really ashamed about it because it's what a nice person would do and not generally what someone like me would do.

Awww, what a nice story. That story is true btw lol. But again I put a negative spin to it XD How predictable.

So the conclusion is, intellectually, I am a real bastard who will make jokes at everyone expense. I'll fuck around, both literally and figuratively and be a jerk in my own little way, with my own brand of unoriginal humour, of course..... and then there's this other side of me, which I can't identify, that is apparently a very nice person who refuses to die despite all of my best efforts.

Earlier I said I'd sell my body and soul but not my mind... so in other words I'm willing to let other people have and be aware of the good parts of me, but I want to keep the bad side of me to myself... because obviously if you express such negativity, people will judge you harshly and it's not exactly something you want others to see. You want to keep society oblivious to your fault so you can swim with the rest of the fishies in peace.

What can I do about it? Fucked if I knew. In all honesty nothing I said so far in this post has made any real sense, it's all just a bunch of stupid nonsense I typed to waste time... isn't it? Maybe we should ask "Rug Boy" and see what he has to say about it.

"Rug Boy" = Chim. Why? Ask him, maybe he'll tell you why I called him that in this post The reason I mentioned him is because I was testing a few things out on him before I came and wrote this "rant"... I'm sorry to say, what you read was too organised in a twisted way to be a true rant... but I had a few spare moments, and it didn't take me that long to type this up, so I thought I'd give it a go.

Also note that I didn't explain 100% of everything here, just enough.

[Hawkeye]

Zzzzz Zzzzz....... *Wakes up*

Hun What? That too much to read man

[Lynk Former]

That's the idea

[Chimasterwang]

;p

[Lynk Former]

Fun in Information Systems

Back when I was in school I found it fun to cause all sorts of trouble and was friends with people who thought the same way. There was this one class called "Information Systems"... I honestly can't remember what we did in that class, but it obviously had something to do with computers lol. Anyway, the teacher happened to be a new teacher, it was her first year as a full teacher and she had the unfortunate luck of having a class with my friends and myself.

Because it was an IT class, there was only one girl in it and she was extremely geeky. Then there was a couple of other geeky guys in there, but for the most part it was made up of troublemakers such as myself who simply chose the class cause we didn't want to choose another class.

We gave that teacher a really hard time in that class, asking random questions like "miss, do you like Mel Gibson?" every so often and not doing ANY of our work... which is funny because she still gave a passing grade to the entire class at the end of that year... I had left school after that because it was the final year... from what I hear, she wanted to quit teaching after that year but the other teachers convinced her to stay on. Damn XD would've been funnier if she had quit.

So okay, we don't sound that bad from what I've described already... but here are a couple of great moments which I'll never forget in that Information Systems class....


Emergency Furniture Removal

For several days we had decided it'd be fun to lock the teacher out of the room. For some reason she never learnt her lesson, TAKE THE KEYS WITH YOU, she always got locked out and then eventually we'd let her in again XD but there was this one time we decided to do something different... a friend of mine suddenly ran outside and knocked on the window at the back of the class. As soon as he did that we all knew what we had to do. We opened the windows and started passing out all of the tables and chairs out the window... we managed to get the entire set of furniture out of the window, there was literally NOTHING left in the room, we even took the clock down and threw it out the window.

Of course by the time we were done we're all like "hmm, let's get the fuck out of here!" and we left the classroom lol... we got in so much trouble for that but it was worth it XD


The Great Information Systems Derby

Then there was another day when the teacher didn't bother showing up to class... we saw her at school that day... I think she was just too stressed to face us. No matter, we were capable of having fun without her. So, we got the tables and made a circular race track. Everyone in the class (except a couple of people, bah!) got onto their computer chairs and we even got masking tape and taped it to the floor to make a starting line.

We were ready... ready for The Great Information Systems Derby! And it was GO! GO! GO! It was utter madness as we all rode our chairs backwards around the tables, hugging the corners and trying to knock each other off of our chairs. I almost made it through the final lap and I was in the lead, but my friend knocked me off my chair and I crashed before the finish line and he won XD It was great! So much fun!

[Chimasterwang]

Lol at taking all the tables and stuff out XD
Awh you didnt stay to see what the teacher did when they came in XD

So your friend used a Red Shell near the end of the race? =P

[Lynk Former]

Yes, the bastard! If I had a green shell I would've dragged it behind me to block his red shell.

We did other things in the InfoSys class... like synchronising all of the monitors so they'd blink red, green and blue all at the same time.

Or when we got all of the teachers internet passwords and used up all of their internet time lol. The school tried to get us to pay it all back but we never did XD

[Maverick]

ha, my school would get you kicked out for all that stuff... we had the delegate system though, so the classmate in charge would get all the heat if he didn't point the troublemakers. The first time I was the class delegate I ended in the rector's office because my classmates didn't keep the damn formation while waiting for our turn to go to the classroom.

[GabeXorn]

Ahh, Systems was a fun class

Or when we got all of the teachers internet passwords and used up all of their internet time lol. The school tried to get us to pay it all back but we never did XD

My favorite part of the password scheme (apart from what the passwords actually were) was when someone tried pinning the whole thing on me (I had priors for seriously pissing off the info department) and they almost got me kicked out, when it was discovered I wasn't there and hadn't been for weeks.

Last I heard BTW the teacher now teaches at the other school in town