A wise man once told me, if you get hated for being yourself maybe you should hate the haters back.

~LoudR

I wonder.

If anyone out there feels annoyed when you get chain mail that says:

"a whole bunch of touching stuff, blah blah blah, IF YOU DON'T PASS THIS ON, YOU WILL NOT GET INTO HEAVEN"

So you start wondering: since when does your getting into heaven depend on what you forward to your friends?

Who are you to say God won't be standing at heaven's gates staring at you and after reading your name, declaring:

"So you're the idiot who spams your friends' email by sending them messages supposedly in my name."

And then there's Facebook. There seems to be, for every religion out there, a chain status thingy that says if you believe in God, you have to post it up.

And I'm guessing somewhere out there there's one that says "If you don't post this up on Facebook you're not getting reincarnated."

I'm not saying I don't believe in God or am against the act of spreading the faith, but honestly, do you think spamming a friend's inbox will make them believe?

I don't know really.

I think it will touch them, perhaps. But then again, is it good social etiquette to pass on messages like these that could offend others?

What's your take on this issue?

Oh yes. I forgot.

And maybe for those who do not believe in the existence of higher powers you'll have this:

"If you don't post this on Facebook or forward this email, God will whoop your ass. If you're an atheist, you're gonna discover God very soon."

Evil smirk.

Note: This was not meant to be offending in any way.

I don't get Agony Aunt letters.

No, I don't mean that my mental capacities are that low, I meant that I don't get the people who wrote the letters to Agony Aunts. It just doesn't make any sense.

I mean, your problems can be solved with a little bit of common sense. Do you really need a complete stranger who probably doesn't give a shit about your life and who you are to state the obvious?

Or are you just enjoying seeing your problem in print?

Do you really sit down and calmly write a letter to the local Agony Aunt describing your problem in great detail yet not detailed enough for those close to you to identify you, then wait a month for Agony Aunt to reply your letter giving you advice before you decide on your next course of action?

I mean seriously, at this rate, even I can be an Agony Aunt.

Check this out.

(Letters taken at random from the internet and edited slightly)

Dear LoudR,

1) Never do your homework after dinner.

2) Have dinner as early as possible.

3) A "project" is not homework. It is a piece of creatively organised torture. Homework is defined differently (See #4)

4) Homework is defined as "old-fashioned torture".

5) If listening to heavy metal makes termites chomp faster, does it make students do homework faster?

6) Swear at you teachers, it helps release stress XD

7) Always keep in mind that exams and homework destroys trees. Make "become an environment-crazy tree-hugger" your ambition and outlaw exams and homework!

8) Go online whenever possible and blog crazy stuff to stay sane.

Number eight is my favourite option :P

• Play basketball on an outdoor court at 3.00p.m. barefooted.
• Swim in a cave.
• Tackle people twice your size.
• Tackle people with bones that are sharp.
• Sleep for only 2 hours and expect to be awake.
• Broadcast to people that you eat a lot in a camp where people eat very little.
  
• Collide face-on with someone's elbow

Take my advice. Been there done that.

LoudR will force Lazybones, Black and Mel to post up SOMETHING and hopefully, just hopefully (with all fingers crossed) the blog won't be so dead.

Out.

I am always amused by Black.

In his previous first post, Black seemed to have no qualms about Adam Lambert's guy on guy kiss. And now, he has issues with today's music. Yet I specifically remember him encouraging me to get my hands on Adam Lambert's lesser known singles.

I do not understand this dude.

BTW, I like What Do You Want From Me XD

And Black, I recommend just listening to the radio and putting up with the songs. Soon you'll just get numb of it.

Ooh there's a nice one. Numb by Linkin Park XD

What about some lesser known songs? Go ask JM. Thanks to him I've been introduced to heavy metal (Slipknot; Children of Bodom), Christiany songs (Anberlin), and well, my favourite: LINKIN PARK!

Or old school rock: Aerosmith XD

Or just basically any weird songs you come across on the radio, or on the internet.

So don't be like Black, open yourself up to today's music!!! Woooh!

(I like being Black's Pakatan Rakyat XD)

Now, I shall AUTOMATICally stop talking that BLAH BLAH BLAH =)P

Lame. I know.

Turn on the radio, and most of the English songs you'll hear are standard American pop -- similar-sounding, yet insanely addictive. Take, for example, Lady Gaga and her noises. Or Britney with her creaking. There are, of course, exceptions, but not many.

And of course, unless you live under a coconut shell with Frogger, you'd have heard of Glee. Which costs 3 million USD minimum to make per episode. Don't Stop Believing by the Glee cast (Lea and Cory) has been playing on the radio. Btw, it's my second-favourite version of the song. My favourite version is by Sam Tsui on Youtube. Unfortunately, Glee just does covers of songs, not write their own tunes, so it can get a bit weary sometimes.

Basically, the problem with the radio is that there just isn't much variety. So people usually

I have attempted, mildly, all of the above. And I am now a fan of U2, Phil Collins and Broadway music. But. It gets old.

So, I discovered, thanks to the Internet, the British music scene. Previously, I had heard of Duffy, Amy Winehouse and Leona Lewis, but just only through a couple of songs on the radio. Then I discovered Adele and Lily Allen. Adele actually won a Grammy for best new artist and another Grammy for her single Chasing Pavements. But I have to add, though, that Chasing Pavements is a very emo and unhappy song. Too unhappy for me.

Lily Allen, on the other hand, I love. Some of my friends know that, especially after I forced them to listen to her :P. Her songs are so quirky and cheerfully vulgar, like the wryly named F*ck You (apparently aimed at George Bush) and Alfie. Then there is the more famous and very happy Ldn. And, of course, the emo song Smile (which Glee covered, but the original has more attitude). Not forgetting the dreamy The Fear.

Wow. That's a lot of hyperlinks.

We Write Anything started out as a random tip-centre, and now, we truly do write ANYTHING. Well that is, until my colleagues come back from their leaves and we can coordinate and maybe resume our Zaman Kegemilangan where all we blogged about was Debate Tips. Til then, you have to bear with me and my crazy truckloads of crap and random short stories until they come back.

NOTE: This is a work of fiction.



This is all my great-grandfather's fault. I don't know what he did, but he HAD to piss a half-siren half-witch off. Of all the women in the world, he had to incur the wrath of the most dangerous kind. And I bear the consequences of his actions. Life's unfair.

Well anyways, he did something majorly bad and managed to piss that half-siren half-witch not-at-all-human woman off and she put a curse on his family line. First girl born into the family from then on would become a siren from the age of sixteen.

"Well, at least you don't look that attractive or seductive anyway," mom used to say. I guess she meant it as a consolation. Hell lot of a supportive mother she is. But I agree with her. If I was blessed with the good looks my sister June has, the mortality rate of the men would be pretty high.

Just in case you didn't know, a siren is supposed to be some mythical creature - only it's not that mythical because I know it really does exist. A siren attracts and seduces men, and only one man at a time. Once a man falls for her, she kills him by accepting his love. There is no sea or magical song involved; that's the added spices.

At least, that's what I think. There're no seas, ponds, or lakes around where I live. And I certainly don't sing to my victims. Or victim.

Body count so far: 1.

(I just turned 16 then. It was a pure accident. I didn't even know I was cursed with this. And I truly liked him.)

You'd think joining a nunnery or locking yourself in a convent for life would be the best solution to my "condition". Hah. Life's not that simple. A siren needs to have at least one fresh male sacrifice once a year or she dies. Now that just complicates things doesn't it?

And guess what. My year is almost up.

It's not like I don't have anyone to kill, if I'm truly desperate I'll go dress up really glittery and really turn up the flirt factor on someone I really, really hate. Thing is I can only attract one person at a time, and I already did.

Like a cliched movie, my problem is that I love him back.

I have been avoiding him ever since I found out, but I know my time's almost up. If he doesn't give up, he literally is going to be the death of me.


"Why are you avoiding me?"
"I'm not."
"Then why won't you pick up my calls?"

I rolled my eyes. Where oh where do I start.

"Look. I won't give up. Not now, not ever. When I see something I want bad, I do everything in my power until I get it."

Thanks. I needed that.


I threw myself on my bed. It's all my great-grandfather's fault. For the thousandth time in my life ever since I found out about this curse I cursed him in my head.

Ever wondered why the siren cursed the next female and not my great-grandfather himself? My dad says it's because she wanted to hurt where it hurt most. She predicted that my great-grandfather would have a daughter and she wanted him to see her hurt when she couldn't love a man or he would die.

That's a lesson for you. Never count your chickens before they hatch. 'Cause my great-grandfather never did have a daughter. Or a granddaughter. And he didn't live long enough to see me.

I would call this "A Revenge Plot Gone Epicly Wrong" if I wasn't the one affected by it.

I went to my table and took out my stationery set. If I was going to die in one week I might as well leave something behind to remember me by.




I heard the dim roar of the ocean. Like a dream, I stepped out of my bed, down the stairs and through the front door. A great expanse of water greets me. A beautiful song fills the air. I stepped into the water.


"Are you sure she took nothing?"
"Yes. We discovered her missing this morning. She's not the type to disappear in the middle of the night."


copyrighted by ResidentLoudmouth, year 2010 XD

On a separate note, JM says to post up my stupid cat rhyme.

The cat
Sat
On the mat
Chewing a hat
Brandishing a bat
Staring at the rat
Named Pat

What? It is We Write ANYTHING after all.

PS: I'm still not quite sure what "confounder" means but I'm too lazy to check the dictionary.

Lazybones, I'm still confused. I'm sure most of us here agree with me XD

Too. Many. Words. Getting. Woozy.

*crash bangs slams*

owwwwwww~

Got any more riddles? XD

Hey there, people!! LazyBones is back in action!!! Hmm, I see I'm overusing exclamation marks.....anyway...

I've got great news for you. I'm going to reveal the answer to my puzzle (yes, the old one posted weeks ago). If you're not really into abstract thinking, be prepared to get really muddled in your thoughts..

The first step you must take is to put 3 balls on each side of the scale. You might be faced with 2 scenarios, as the scale can either be imbalanced or balanced. I will start with the imbalanced scale first. I'll number the steps to prove that it can be done in two weighs (2 steps; you can use the scale twice), and so you know what's going on.

Imbalancedor Scenario 1
This tells you one thing: both defective balls have to be on the same side, otherwise it would appear as a balanced scale (one on each side).

1. Your first step (as shown above) would be to put 3 balls on each side of the scale. If it turns out imbalanced, remove all 3 balls on the heavier side, because you can bet on your life that there are no defective balls there.
2. Move one ball to the empty side (you removed 3 balls from there in the first step), hold one in your hand, and leave one the scale untouched. [If you're following the illustration above, move the black (shaded) ball over the empty side, hold the peach ball and leave the unshaded one where it is.]
Balanced: Both balls are on the scale
Imbalanced: The one on the lighter end of the scale is defective. The other one is in your hand.

There! The first scenario completed!!

And things get really messy now........refer to the diagrams as often as possible to avoid getting confused.

Balanced
This type means that there is one defective ball on each side of the scale.

1. Remove one ball from each side.

There are two possibilities after step one: the scale can either stay balanced or become imbalanced. I'll tackle the balanced one first.

Scenario 2(a)

Balanced = Both defective balls have to be EITHER
a) One on each scale
b) Both removed, and are on the ground now

Step 2(a): Switch ONE ball from ONLY ONE side of the scale. [Illustration: Switch the blue ball on the scale with the blue ball on the ground.]

After switch
2. Imbalanced (the side you switched got LIGHTER): You replaced a normal ball for a defective one. BOTH DEFECTIVES WERE ON THE GROUND. Story ends here for this scenario.

2(a) Imbalanced (the side you switched got heavier): You switched the defective ball with a normal one. The pink one is normal.

2(a) Balanced : Defective ball is pink.

[How do I know?? Because both defectives have to either be on each scale OR both on the ground.
1. If both were on the ground, the scale would have become imbalanced right after swapping the blue balls, because that's what happens when you switch a heavier ball with a lighter one.
If the ball you swapped was defective itself, then BOTH defectives MUST have been on the scale (one on the other side) and the 2 balls on the ground MUST be normal. You would have caused the scale to become unbalanced, because that's what happens if you swap a lighter ball for a heavier one.] More on this in scenario 2(b).

Still in step 2(a): You now know the type/condition of at least ONE ball from ONE side. In every scenario (except the one where "the story ended"), remove ONE BALL FROM EACH SIDE to find the other side's defective. Please rely on your imagination and common sense for this one.
(Eg: Remove the defective and another ball from the other side. If the scale is balanced, you know that you're holding both defectives. If scale is unbalanced, you're not stupid enough to not be able to tell which side is heavier or lighter.)

Scenario 2(b) [right after step 1]

The scale became imbalanced because the type of balls you swapped were different from those on the ground. Whatever the case, the lighter side has one defective, the heavier side has 2 normals. Remember, both defectives CANNOT be on the lighter side or you would've got scenario 1.

Step 2(b): This step is NOT related to step 2(a), so no switching of balls is involved. Remove both on the heavier side and shift one over to the now empty side OR remove one ball from each side.

Ta-daaaahhh!!! Now I hope you were smart/not blur enough to digest all that. Happy moping.