You all owe me.

Yes, you all owe me. I want and need my reviews asap. Do it. And that is an order.

-Cap'n

Mass Spam

Sounds kinda like Mass Effect. But that is not the point.

Don't you dislike those people who take three seconds to craft a message (the standard blah) then select everyone on their contact lists, and send it out. So 342 people got the same message as you. Oh yay.

Look. If you're too lazy to even craft a proper message to wish others a happy whatever, then don't send it. Yes, too little time, yes, too difficult, yes, you're lazy.

Then why in the world send it at all?

If you have too little time, send it to the people who matter and if they do, you could at least spend some time writing a unique message for each one of them. That shows that you care enough.

Too difficult? Again, limit it down to five or six people who really matter.

You're lazy? Worse excuse. Don't waste my time reading your message, there are another 341 people who will read it anyway, so don't send it to me.

For me, I don't do Mass Spam, so yeah, I'm exempted.

-Cap'n

(Oh yeah, you could Mass Spam this along to your contacts?)

Face Off

Face off your darkest sorrows

Touch the deepest shadows.

Light the torch of hope.

For the end is not nigh.

Firstly, I want to say: Damn you all.

Not you my dear readers, of course not. Now who am I damning? Well, read on.

From the heart: Damn you, this is MY holiday. And I chose to do what I damn well please. Threaten me will you? Hold a knife to my throat and force my head down? Put a test before me and tell me it'll be counted, and I better study during the holidays?

*A whole string of expletives*

I don't give a damn. You hear me? That is MY rule. This is MY life. I live it MY way. The more you force, the harder I fight. Oh no, yes, I seem to bow, but careful! You do not want to face an enemy who smiles at you.

So this is my holiday, leave me alone. I do not want to be bothered by scores. I will do it, but at my own time. You do not have to rush me, I will do my own rushing. Please, I need the rest.

Thank you.

And if you step on the trap outside of the door, good riddance.

*Spits*

-Cap'n

Currently Busy

The Captain is currently busy, so I'll not be doing any blogging as of anytime soon.

*Silent night...Holy night...*

Cheerio!

-Cap'n

Lee Wei Ling

Buy the Sunday papers, if not for the comics section and the pictures of food, then for this author's columns. It shares a life of thoughts and mild lessons to be learnt, yet not being too obvious at times. I sometimes sigh to reach the end.

Go read it, it might invoke something in ye.

-Cap'n

Restablishing connections Captain, stand by.

Well, firstly, I'll start off by saying that I usually skip articles which I see to have more than 3 strings of numbers.

Why?

Those strings of numbers usually represent to me financial issues - who is going to be investing in what and where...etc(You know the story). Furthermore, those statistics usually announce to the reader that the writer has nothing else to go upon and relies on these numbers to drag up old stories to lengthen the article, else, the essentials would be about two, or one paragraph long.

Next, I'll also avoid articles with lotsa, <<*******>> in them, since they represent a book or a title which I have never read before and the author goes on to say how this book is related to the article itself, which makes it extremely confusing to me as I have never personally read these books.

And so on, so forth, am I making sense so far? No? Good.

-When I think up of something else to write later.

A piece of candy

The windows were smeared grey with grime. Hummer approached the building quietly, pistol at the ready. There was no telling what might turn up here. Shades perhaps. Maybe the monsters they called Wraiths. There was no telling.

Wraiths. Strange word. He thought as he closed in on the glass displays. There was a strange sense of detachment, with one mind running through the standard procedures of securing a building and checking for any signs of movement at the same time, while another mind was quietly sorting through the data he had accumulated.

The data that they had given him on these creatures were mostly vague recounts. But from sifting and matching the information, he concluded that it was somewhat of a higher species of Shades, the name they gave to the changed humans. Those were easy to eliminate, they made for you directly, not caring for any obstacles in their paths. They weren't like the zombies they showed in the movies though, they didn't make moaning noises, and that made them slightly more efficient. But something disturbing that was they sometimes looked like perfectly normal humans, and that brief indecision of a second worked to their advantage.

Overall though, they were easier than any human targets he had came across.

He looked around for a moment, pausing before the grimy glass. There wasn't any other sound, except his own, hard breathing. Nothing else.

He raised a hand to rub the glass, then stopped before he touched it. Something didn't feel right here. He pulled his hand back, then hesitated for a moment, before moving it forward to its previous position.

The fingers stretched and relaxed. He looked about again. Nothing.

Hummer laid his hand on the glass and rubbed a small circle.

Inside seemed untouched, the items still on their shelves and neatly placed, although they seemed to be gathering dust. He rubbed a bigger circle with his arm and peered into the store. It seemed as though nothing had been moved in four years, or was it five?

He shrugged, it didn't matter. Looking about again, and deciding that picking the lock on the front shutters was too troublesome, he proceeded to smash the window with the butt of his pistol. He snapped back almost immediately when the window shattered, pistol at the ready to shoot anything that might creep up behind him from the noise, but he doubted it. The monsters, much like their cousins, relied on what seemed to be their sense of smell rather than the usual senses, such as light and sound.

Nothing, silence.

He readied his torch in his hand, the other wielding the pistol. Despite the light of the day, the grocery store was sure to be dark. He crossed over the broken, jagged glass and into the shop.

The dust rose, stirred by his feet. It was a thick layer, and that indicated how long this shop had been left empty. Hummer moved around, the beam of light revealing expired items still on the shelves. He stayed away from the refrigerators.

Snacks... Instant food... Drinks... Ah canned foods

He unfolded the small packet that he had carried along. It became a small but strong bag, prefect for storing cans of essential food. He quickly selected a few that didn't seem expired, although everyone knew that the expiry date was just an excuse to throw out food so that you would have to buy more, but he couldn't take any chances on this one. Having a stomachache in the middle of a freezing wasteland wasn't the best of plans.

He zipped up the bag and hoisted it over his shoulders. He stuck back the torch into his belt and gave a last glance about lest he had forgotten anything.

No nothing.

He turned around and headed back for the bright sunlight of the day.

-

And when he shouts 'Teach!', you say, 'How interesting?'

"And the desire of Singaporeans to master Chinese has grown. Nobody any longer asks, 'What is the point of wasting time on this?''

Obviously this man hasn't been on the ground. Or hasn't heard the cries that I have.

"So in an exam, you can bring an electronic dictionary along and ideally, everybody should have a keyboard rather than have the burden of struggling with the mechanics of memorizing and writing characters by hand.."

Ok, not good. While I support the part about electronic dictionary (YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN THE LOOKS OF THE CHINA STUDENTS FACES WHEN I SAID THAT WE WERE ALLOWED TO BRING IT INTO EXAMS), I don't really like the part about keyboard.

Why?

Firstly, let me establish that my Chinese is not exactly amazing (Having problems talking in Chinese, disgrace, I know.) but for this point, I am and will be violently fighting against it.

Why?

Firstly, writing the characters by hand is the heart of Chinese language. Look, the han yu pin ying are only placed in to help weaker students like us read the language easier. But take away the writing and hell, what the heck are you testing? The 'mechanics of memorizing and writing by hand' is a part of Chinese. Take that away and why not let us just learn French huh? Or Indian(Another upcoming superpower)?

Look, there is something called Chinese calligraphy, and I'm sure as hell there isn't any English calligraphy.

End of point.

-Mook

Will you look at that.

Did any of you see what was on Life today? One bit of criticism I'll say. Seeing as how many fans there are for Twilight (I'm only putting this name up so I won't have to always refer to 'THAT STORY') this critic might be or not, headed into trouble.

You can very much rely on common sense nowadays. But it varies. A crowd of screaming teenage girls aren't very much imbued with common sense at the moment, as a crowd of teenagers won't be very much imbued with a sense of consideration for others at the moment. Hey, its the 'ME' generation, you don't expect much of them. Except, of course, to further mess up the world for what I suspect to be the 'WE' generation (seeing as how they would most likely have to work together to survive whatever apocalypse the 'ME' generation creates for them. But that is another story.

Back to Twilight. I laud the author for coming up with a vicious attack on the Twilight movie but no, I will not be sending in an armed squad for his protection. Wise of him too, to not include his email in the column, but I believe his name might be marked down for the blacklist no Twilight fans?

Anyhow, I hope I am very much wrong about this and that Twilight fans are mostly sane, level headed people who are just poorly informed of better vampire writers such as Anne Rice.

Who am I to say?

The Cap'n, thats who!

-Cap'n Mook