The Republic of Awesome

I logged into Facebook this morning to see I had notifications. Including a photo comment, which is something I usually check.

Clicking on it, I realise I have to log into Facebook again.

Like, wtf mate. I just logged in! You can’t do this to me! You always do this to me! ARGH!

Until of course I checked the URL.

It’s a good habit because…

…I was about to give away personal details to Faceboo. Which sounds more like a Halloween prank than a social networking site.

HAHA squids. So delicious.

Please check the URL’s of any site you’re logging into. Otherwise someone’s going to log into your account, steal all your pictures and the next thing you know you’re the poster girl for the Facebook of Sex.

(Actually no, the skanky photos come from MySpace.)

This public service announcement is brought to you by The Republic of Awesome dot com.

With the exams out of the way (said motherbitchin’ exams had as much ass rapin’ as a prison shower room), I’ve had all the goddamn time in the world!

Which I squandered on sleeping. … … NOT!

I spent my suddenly free time fixing up the two broken bicycles I found. The good news is they now work perfectly well, and I cycled with Joe this morning to Sheng Siong to get bike locks.

Sheng Siong – The solution to life, the universe and everything else.

The bad news is that the bicycles are about as useful as using an enema to cure cancer if you want to get around the university. This is as the arsehole who designed the place didn’t bother to level the hills.

Trust me, it’s a literal pain in the ass to ride up slopes. But the feeling of going down one at a speed that will likely kill you is priceless.

Speed is always good. Keanu Reeves’ acting on the other hand…

On another note, last night I did some superiorly awesome shit. This is shit so awesome I will not post any more details of it.

This is because certain Powers-That-Be (PTB) have a tendency to stalk their ‘employees’ online. I had a friend who got called up by the PTB because he was organizing a trip on a social networking site (you know which one). This was:

1. A trip with no fucking relation whatsoever with the PTB, save that a few of their ‘employees’ were tagging along.
2. A trip that does not involve a) hookers or b) drugs or c) anything illegal to the best of my knowledge.
3. A trip for all purposes and intents, was a innocent sojourn with good friends to a far off place to do nothing else but relax and have a good time.

Thus I will say no more. The awesome shit I did while under the purview of my previous PTB though, I have posted some already and will post more.

I’ll just leave you with a singular picture:

Say it with me: I WILL NOT OBEY!

My groceries supply has just about finished. All in the span of 2 days. Great.

But on the upside, I managed a very quick fish and chips lunch.

Behold: The Super Quick Fish and Chips Dish!

Delicious.

In other news, I got my ass mauled by the Finance paper today. Mauled as in ‘Darth Maul using a light saber to slowly dismantle your innards’ kind of mauled.

It was an exercise in ass-kickery. The kind where you stand with your ass facing a very angry Chuck Norris and wait helplessly for him to round horse kick your ass into your chest cavity.

But it’s all good. A little ass kicking builds character. And a sore ass. But so does buttsex so count your lucky stars, people!

Finally, a little musing. I have a strong feeling thanks to a recent change in my life that more awesome shit is going to happen. Stay tuned.

If you’ve ever seen university brochures, I’m sure you’ve seen something like this:

Copyright stuff: Sauce.

A peaceful scene of university students soaking up the sun and chillaxing on the grass like everything was a peachy as peach-flavoured punch. Which isn’t actually peachy because it’s made of artificial flavourings. But fuck it.

Well, I’m pretty sure you conclude that life isn’t that peachy here in aNUS and thus we don’t have such a thing going on.

Wrong.

I was walking back from school one day when I saw…

Holy shite, Sherlock Holmes! It’s just like the goddamn brochures!

..

..

Well, except they’re not students.

It’s still good brochure material nonetheless. Just more honest:

I just worked for the last 4 hours or so. Without a break.

Before you start applauding at my amazing feat (amazing because even working for 5 minutes seems a pretty good achievement these days), please note that I was not working on school work.

At all.

I think it would take the threat of Ultraman kicking my ass in his glorious rubber suit to make me do proper work. Or the threat of torture and deadlines work too.

Mmm torture.

But no it wasn’t school work.

I was repairing two disused bicycles left in the hall bicycle shed.

This involved liberating the bicycles from a rusted lock system (mostly by breaking the rusted locks) then some minor repair shit like replacing the seat or resetting the chain on the sprockets.

As I have repaired them, they’re MINE. That is as long as the previous owners don’t come back to claim their rusty pieces of crap.

Great fun – I’m more alive when I’m repairing or building or creating things that I totally don’t have to. This is also known as procrastinating.

That is all.

Oh except that I still have fun during classes doing total rubbish:

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