Argh drowning under a white sea... help me!
On Pak aka "Pug"
Pak reminds of 2 cartoon characters that I know of. (And no Pak it's not anyone from Evangelion) Anyone watches Cartoon Network? Yeh you all would be saying that I'm too old to be watching cartoons, but most of the cartoons there actually has some sense to it. Not just mindless toilet humour. The two characters are namely, Johnny Bravo and I R Babboon.
Johnny Bravo is the hopeless idiot who annoys the hells out of everyone with his actions. (see? told u they are similar.) He has a brain the size of nothing and he has an ego that would make Yongfeng proud.
Comparisons
Pak: An ugly idiot who annoys the hell out of everyone with his actions.
Johnny Bravo: A good-looking idiot who annoys the hell out of everyone with his actions.
Pak: Extremly slow in thinking.
Johnny Bravo: Extremly slow in thinking.
Pak: Possess the most useless skills and attributes mankind has ever known. (Huge ass, with butt cheeks the size of durians. Hence the smell. Sprints slightly better than average, but only slightly above average. Reeks of mould and fungi. Bambi eyes.. yeuw!)
Johnny Bravo: Possess the most useless skills but good attributes. (Knows Kung-fu, but sure doesn't know how to use it. Reeks of Mr. Kelvins' Hair-Gel and Toilet Water. Strong with nice body, but uses it only to act as an ultimate machismo and annoy the hell out of the ladies.)
Both of them are born to annoy the hell out of us poor souls, although Johnny Bravo usually annoy the females. Well that means Johhny Bravo is slighly a step ahead of Pak, because Pak annoys the guys pretty badly too.
Pak: Hairless big dumb face
I R Babboon : Hairy big dumb face
Pak: Always think he is supposed to be one of the best in terms of whatever he does in the world. For example, philosophy. Or English Literature.
I R Babboon: Always think he is supposed to be better than Weasel. After all, Weasel is the best in the world.
Pak: Always think he is being oppressed when he receives critcism. Or, he would gladly accept them and challenge the others to deal more blows to him. Blames the whole world if something goes wrong because of him.
I R Babboon: Always think he is being oppressed when he receives critcism, and would blame the world if something goes wrong because of him.
In this case Pak wins, because he has more tricks up his sleeve than Babboon. He knows how to concentrate on some thing and insist that he is good at it, unlike Babboon who would try to beat Weasel at whatever he does. Pak knows his ultimate goal; Babboon does not.
So the final score: Pak: 1 Johnny Bravo: 1 I R Babboon: 0
Pak wins because he is human, while the others are only stuck in the cathode ray tube. But then again, when you have cartoon characters that are created in the likeness of you and they are stupid characters that could only provide us laughs as we watch your every actions, you are never a winner.
All together now: "This must be, pak!... pppppppak!"
Boredom has taken to pleasure of dealing pain and suffering again.
It has been quite a while since Boredom had set out to destroy a young life. The dried blood that had caked on his hands were flaking off. He counted the names of the lives he had taken.
" Wei An, David, Ben, Pa... (grimace)... There's only four! I need the fifth to complete the circle!"
The night stretched endlessly over the hill. The sky was dark but clear, it was a beautiful scenery. The pretty starry sky twinkled like diamonds in the distance. Jonah looked out the window at the stars, then back to his white mountain on the table. He did this for a couple of minutes before an "Ow!" came out of his mouth. Jonah clutched his neck painfully. He did not want to go back to his work, but that was his duty. He settled down on the chair and took out his stack of physics notes. Jonah was determined to score an A1 for his coming prelims, even more so after Steven Su had predicted a C5 for him. He started stuffing the physics notes into his mouth to digest them. He had already taken the precaution not to eat dinner.
After seven sheets of Electromagnetism notes, 2 sheets of Pressure notes and 1 sheet of Radioactivity notes, Jonah was really full. Of physics. He gave a hearty belch and decided that he would not do anymore physics for the day. He put aside all his physics notes and was ready to proceed with his chemistry notes, when suddenly he heard a scraping sound near the window. His cranium cavity started running again, pondering about his next action. The very next thing he knew, he saw a gigantic black figure vaulting over the window pane and landed with a resounding *Thud* onto the floor of the room.
" Who are you?" Jonah asked, looking upwards at the tall figure, wondering if he could make friends with it.
" My name is of no importance to you!" With that Boredom dealt a cruching blow to Jonah's solar plexus. With his traget down, Boredom sniggered and took out his trump card. An AK47. " If this doesn't kill him, nothing will!" Boredom was dead tired of not being able to kill his last victim and had spent much time devising a foolproof way to kill his victim. He took hold of the rifle and started shooting at Jonah's feet.
" Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" Jonah yelped in terror and bolted out of the room. Boredom gave chase, determined to drill dozens of hot lead into Jonah's cranium. Jonah darted left and right, trying to dodge the zooming pellets. In his fear, his reaction had became lightning fast. Boredom swept his rifle across the room, reducing everything in the room to a structure similar to that of Swiss cheese. But still he couldn't hit Jonah. Jonah was determined to win this battle. He did not know who the black figure was, nor his motives. But he knew he had one thing left to do: continue with his chemistry revision. He was not going to let something as trivial as his life at stake hindering with his revision. Jonah ran round and round the hall, and Boredom gave chase. Boredom knew that Jonah would not plop dead onto the floor as he had not asthma. Boredom would have to finish him off by himself, to his' delight.
Half an hour later, Boredom was still chasing Jonah, but his ammunition was running dangerously low. He had not expected that the bumbling idiot would put up with such a terrific fight. But finally he got his chance. With expert tactics he managed to corner Jonah in his room. "This is it!" Boredom thought. He panted wearily but beamed proudly at his achievements. He brought the barrel up at Jonah's head. Jonah eyed Boredom fearfully, his legs trembling. He had no way of escape...
Wait. A sudden thought flashed into Jonah's mind. That's it! With a cheery smile he bade Boredom "seeya!" and went out the way Boredom came from. He vaulted over the window pane and hoped that the wall would hide him away from Boredom's view.
" Noooooooo! No come back! Don't... don't! Aw damn why do I always have such luck!!"
Jonah smiled. He beamed at his ablity to outwit the evil bastard. He felt safe as he could no longer see him. But Jonah fell strangely breezy. There wasn't much wind when he opened the window just now, and the breeze was blowing upwards. And all could see was a black blur in front of him. He felt really wierd, and decided to look downwards. He saw that he was just 5 metres above ground.
The resounding smack brought tears to Boredom's face. He couldn't believe how lousy his victims was becoming. Surely he knew that he lived on the 12th floor? And that Boredom could fly? With a tear-streaked face he left the hole-riddled apartment.
Boredom has already taken the lives of Wei An, David and Ben. Saddened to read that.
Hiya world!