Crapology - the basic instinct

Crapology - the science of crapping and bullshitting to get away with something. It is commonly used in life and is one of the passive skills learned in life's course.

Classification - Crapology could be divided into

• tembakology (syn. tikamology) - the science of firing at random hopefully to hit the target
• beatebushology (syn. twistology) - the science of twisting and turning information to make it seem plentiful.
• rapology - the science of speaking out fast enough in order to make a nonsense sentence make sense.
• pseudology - the science of giving out false information convincingly to make it sound viable. This however shouldn't be mistaken as telling a lie but more of an unproven data.

People who mastered the art of crapology usually suffer a syndrome called crapism. In mild forms, it is often mislooked and frequently passed as 'miscommunication'. However, in severe forms, it could leave a negative imprint.

Signs and Symptoms:

• you get stared at usually while you are speaking
• people surrounding you rolls their eyeballs while you speak
• frequent biting of the tongue due to inability of the tongue to cope with the articulation
• you feel moronic after talking
• people think you are a lunatic

Treatment

There is no cure for this at the moment. However, self-restriction has helped ease most of the symptoms. In some cases, it could be self-limiting once an external factor is being implied upon.

p/s: ......this whole thing is crap...exam stress.. =p

Warlock Worries, Zombie Cries

Darn..just a few days more before we actually get to duel our knowledge with those warlocks and beastmasters. Lately the party have been down with a zombie killing fever..and now that the fever subsided, we're up to go against the mountain giant called 'Fat Foot'. I'll go into more details later when I have some free time (not that im that busy anyhow). Till then, (I know this is a really really short post) hopefully tomorrow when im back in the mood shall the story continue..

The Weird Infection

Lately I've been infected with a weird syndrome..the symptoms are

1. frequent loss of awareness of time and space
2. dizziness
3. pain in wrist (carpal tunnel syndrome)
4. blurry eyes
5. headache
6. heaviness of body with difficulties to be in a erect position

Initial Diagnosis - neuromuscular disorder

Did some test, run some labs bla bla...results all normal

Final Diagnosis - Laziness of 3rd degree

Treatment - N/A

Prognosis - Gonna get screwed for exams.

.......Fucuk!! >_< "

When Haloes Becomes Horns

It was a remarkable weather in the morning, nice breeze, sweet smell of pollen ( thankfully not allergic to it ) calm temperature, all perhaps to imagine of a nice perfect morning...nice enough to go for a short outing that is. So I waddled my way through the streets enjoying the nice morning, making my way towards the central market ( or rathar the bazaar judging from the amount of things being sold there in various interests ), planning to pick up some instruments enough to blast a chicken to its roasted glory (or any meat in general =p). Managed to reach the market in one piece but gosh, after a while not being in the presence of this place for a really long time, it somehow looked new...wait it was rearranged to look new. Now, new is good just that it took me a huge amount of time (and couple of painkillers to kill the headache) to actually find the shops that sold the things I needed. The whole place was practically a mess (not literally since it was indeed more organized, just lacking in signboards ) and it took me hell of a time rounding the market over and over and over just to find one shop.. >_<" ....

Finally managed to accomplish my marketing mission but alas, the nice perfect weather suddenly became all murky, gloomy and irritability cold...so much for a nice day. Did make it back before it started to rain and thankfully cuddled under a warm nice blanket right now..darn and I still have to cook dinner... >_<

The Party - Introduction to the Journey

Before I would continue on boggling my head on how to write this blog into a whole story, I've come up with the character development...to be revealed in order.

• The half blood dragon with skills of a wizard and might of a dragon, Draco
• The one who mastered the skills of transfiguration, able to shapeshift herself into a boar, Jess the Druid
• The master in blades and close combat, Kee the Barbarian
• The one who strikes with stealth yet deadliness with her poison dagger, Michelle the Assassin
• The tall, agile warrior who always remains the silent one, Jenqir the Elf
• The leader, righteous and religious, Ed the Paladin
• The one who's curiosity is very much able to kill a fox, Geer the Kender
• The skillful young lady who mastered the art of bludgeoning, Sook-Sook the Warrior Princess

Now that the main characters have been set, it'll prolly make my life easier =p Till the story unveils ^_^

Battle with the Beastmaster (part 1)

With the end of my getaway, I had 2 classes of ophthalmology and 3 classes of extreme therapy ( by which is not that extreme ) to rework. Havent attempt the ophthalmology yet, hoping to do it tomorrow (thanks to Volkadov who gave me a much longer holiday) however, I did manage (somehow) to rework 1 class of that extreme shit after what I would say a very annoying process... Well the beastmaster told me to meet him at 12 in the canteen...however at 12, it so happen that it was also the same time to feed 'em zombies ( I have failed to mention that the reworking was conducted at a zombie hospital) so I was asked to return again at 2pm. Fine, made my way past the enchanted forest to my den, had a cup of whitish liquid and watched a series I reluctantly wanna follow.

So at 1.45pm, made my way again through the enchanted forest to reach the beastmaster. This time he asked me if I had the "sprafka" (literally translated permission paper??) from the dean's office. Me being held captive for a while, was rather lazy on obtaining the sacred scroll from the dean's office and it so happen i have yet to redeem it. So I produced a statement from my captors but it wasn't enough for the beastmaster. Told me to return the next day with the sacred scroll... Damn..I was like WTF all over again..but after some 'persuasion' (like threatening to blast him with a methane fireball) managed to rework 1 missed class...

The thing is, I could have easily finished all 3 classes at once..but the beastmaster started the session with a 'krok' ( somewhat like a sphinx riddle ) which OMG was indecipherable since i barely understood what the heck he was talking..thankfully I had somewhat an answer potion, which I drank and answered my way to glory. Seeing that my answers were "correct", the beastmaster proposed some oral questions to do....that was torture =p

Half way through answering, the beastmaster decided to go back to the year 18xx talking bout some really boring stuff..like 'uhhh dude, its like the uhh 21 century??'. Damn.. =_=

Total time of reworking a simple task = nearly 45 minutes

Actual time of ME speaking = 5 minutes

...and i have 2 more to go X_X .....till part 2

Chicken Pox....and the Chicken Dilemma

Finally..the feel of flapping my wings after its been clipped for
awhile...

Back from the hospital after a dreadful infection of chicken pox..i was like WTF didnt I get this before?? So I made a call to my mom..and found out I was actually vaccinated for it.. O_O!! (oookkkk and here I was happily wandering about a room full of infected chicken-poxed zombies). Anyhow, aparently I wasn't the only one infected by those zombies..aparently another from group 531 followed suit as well (what luck eh...my quiet getaway ruined...or so I thought <cue for mysterious music>) With the end of my so-called getaway, i ended up having a heap of reworks to do..bummer. Gonna bug the techer tomorrow (today) to let me rework all at once (or i'll blast him with some highly powered methane fireball....who am I kidding?)

And if chicken pox wasn't bad enough...my cooking group wanna dissolve itself..after 5 years of solid-stick-together...all over a chicken =p (somehow I smell the fowl in the air) But what else can be said.." c'est la vie "

My wings are still kinda sore..atrophied I would say..so its back to exercising. Till then, i'll keep this updated