La Connexion Française - The Ezekiel Ryan Ho BLOG

November 24, Break a leg.
{ 2:13 AM }

Another week has passed and more gang violence has permeated society. Really. Stop picking on weak people while wielding your cheesy weapons and go at it barefisted, it feels better. Trust me.

You guys like picking fights and living in a fantasy Japanese cartoon world?

Guess what, I know some guys who love that too! Except for the last part, that's kind of cheesy for my tastes. So come on down, any day of the week (unarmed, of course) to any place you can find them hanging around and we'll set up a playdate. It'll be a blast, I promise.

Cheers and hope you realise your worst fears
Zeke

November 17, Emerging from Obscurity
{ 6:26 AM }

I really hate blogging.

For some reason I've always believed expressing feelings and opinions on paper (or in this case, cyberspace) was a woman's job. No sexist innuendo intended. However it seems that having a voice, no matter how high-pitched people assume it to be, is better than having no voice. Which is why I've come back to blogging. I'm just going to skim through some current affairs, answering in a format which would make the nerdiest JC students proud.

@ The recent spike in gang activities:
You goons aren't cool, you goons aren't strong, you're as flaccid as an Old Man's wiener. The only thing you people are good for is probably community service, taking up jobs which no educated person wants to take. Like say. . . picking up garbage and pasting anti-gang posters in void decks? Oh the irony. Put down your knives and integrate into society now, or put them down and face your victims mano-a-mano - if you have the balls.

@ Guangzhou games:
YOG could learn a few things from the Guangzhou games, sincerely. I'm sure they may have a bigger budget than us, but at least they're doing their job well - people know that there's a game, the volunteers (at the very least) smile on camera, and for the love of god, they aren't dressed like SBS bus personnel.

@ Guys who beat their girlfriends:
Hey, PICK ON SOMEBODY YOUR OWN SIZE. Like say um. . . Bas Rutten? Women-beaters deserve to have their tic tacs bit off.

I really, really emphasize my utter dislike, no wait - loathing - for lousy boyfriends. Or ex-es for that matter. You boys are the worse kind of vermin in the world, but tonight I'm focusing my wrath on one, particular, piece of git - let's dub him 'Birdface'. It's bad enough that you don't have the balls to end things off with her properly; it's worse that you said 'I'm happier now' and made her feel even worse off.

You know that saying 'don't shit where you stay and don't stay where you shit'? Guess what bud - you shat, on my grounds. Which makes you my problem. The only thing that was keeping you safe was her, but now that the dear little bunny rabbit has willingly crawled out of his protective hole, it's open season.

Last thing. I've stripped my blog of its tagboard for good - I've come to realise I'm no longer a 13 year old Audition playing princess whose only wish is to feel popular and get a 'steady' who has a parang longer than his dick. Any comments anyone has can be sent to me personally. Of course, I do have high expectations for letter decorations. For example, I won't open letters with less than 3 cute stamps on them.

Happy reading,
Zeke

August 18, Pain.
{ 11:57 AM }

Alot of people think I'm crazy when I say I'm into fighting.

55% think you're eccentric.
30% think you've watched too many martial arts movies.
11% think you're cool.
3% think your perception of sports is messed up.
1% know better than to ask/ joke with you about it.

My rationale is simple though:

I'd rather feel physical pain every waking moment
Rather than feel emotional pain every waking moment.

Pain is my painkiller,
Zeke

August 1,Solipsism
{ 1:50 AM }

The word of the day is: Solipsism

Translated into blunt, simple English? It means you're living in your own world. Or to be more precise, everything outside your reality is unjustified.

So you might ask. . . How does this relate to anything?

I recently realised that I'm living a solipsistic existence. Think this is something new? Think of the song "5 Colours in Her Hair" by McFly, think of Goth freaks, and think of Lady Gaga.

Y'know, alot of people might confuse this with individuality and alot of people think they have individual style but jokes aside, don't make me laugh. The pressure to conform is to great for most people, so all they can ever be is that guy/ girl wearing that outfit he/ she thinks is unique, but face it - someone else is also wearing the same thing. Just that it's in a different color. Or different print. Or different brand. Have I ever mentioned that I hate mainstream fashion?

Okay, thesis paper-like post aside. I'll be penning down a poem on abusive boyfriends and people who have anger management issues soon, watch out for it!

This week in a nutshell - straightened my hair, bought more clothes, injured my shin, ate Indian food 5 times in a week (new record for 2010!), went drinking with my training buddies, went cycling, changed my desktop background with a picture I took at the beach, got sunburnt, ate McDonald's 2 times in a week (a feat I'm not proud of), swam in the sea, attempted to use driftwood as a surfboard and nearly drowned under the surf, got under the weather, finished some reports, read a book and updated my music library.

Week well spent? I would say so, yes.

(Next week) Something less blah and more rah this way comes!
Zeke

July 18, Injured heels and rainy days.
{ 1:20 AM }

Injured my heel recently.

Hurts like crap when I step down hard now, it sends this freaking strong jolt of pain up my hamstring muscles. Troy told me to rest for abit, and as much as I hate doing that, I guess I'll concede for once. Just this once.

School has been mundane, and I just realised that not working for one week makes you feel like not working ever again. However, I must and I will! There's too much to buy and too little to spend.

I was recently approached by some guy from SEG who wanted to start an MMA club in NYP and I love the idea. Know what else I love? The idea of setting up an "open challenge" concept, whereby any other CCA can send its people to come and test their mettle. No strings attached, it just gives everyone more exposure to what other fighting styles are like.

Yeah, and I'd love to see Dragonboaters, Kendoka, Sakuran Club Cosplay Clubbers and whatever motley crew of misfits come down for a few rounds. Serious!

I hate the term martial arts. It's one of the world's most blanket terms, and yet it sounds degrading. Whenever I hear this term I'm reminded of a tiny, old, Asian man flying through the sky. Another term I hate? Sparring. Seriously, it sounds super low-class; like something secondary school kids would say.

So from now on I'm just gonna address these two terms as such: Fighting style will replace the term Martial Arts, and Brawling will replace the term Sparring.

(P.S.: I know this post sounds so blah, but it can't be helped - I'm feeling down thanks to this bleeding rain.)

In my mental vocabulary, of course.
Zeke

July 6, Resolution.
{ 8:16 AM }

I thought that I could let you into my life again.
I thought that maybe this time things would work out.
I thought that maybe this time would be different.
To the very end, I've only ever felt that I wanted to be serious with you.

But I guess I was wrong.

No this is not a post where some average frustrated chump weeps at some smelly staircase landing. This is me, saying what I should.

I've made the same mistake 3 times now.

I think that's enough. It's time for us to say goodbye, because I'm sick of saying goodnight.

July 3, I hate GOD.
{ 5:30 PM }

This is how a normal conversation with an average person always turns out:

O = Other Party
M = Me

O: Hey are you Christian?
M: Why do you ask?
O: Your name sounds Christian.
M: Yeah sure. . . sort of.
O: Oh cool, Catholic or Protestant?
M: (Why can't they ever ask me about my favourite cereal brand?!)

Let's clear this up once and for all. I hate God. Utterly, absolutely, definitely, certainly, confidently, totally, etc. Fill in the vocabulary yourselves, English nerds.

I'm surprised by how people can actually go to church every weekend and sit in a vessel made from their money (and some other money) and believe in something that doesn't exist. This, is the greatest proof of a unique trait which only humans possess in this world - COLLECTIVE STUPIDITY.

Yeah sure there are the fanatics who will say "God is always with you, and will always be there when you need him" or "God will provide". What surprises me the most, is how tears can actually well up in their eyes as they say this. Ridiculous. Let me correct the 2 statements above:

1. God has never been with me, unless you count my imaginary friend as God.
2. The only thing God has ever provided for me, is disappointment.

Let's try something fun:

Dear God,

If you are on the internet and reading this blog, CONGRATULATIONS! You just lost a fan! Or as we always tell managers at retail outlets, "You just lost a valuable customer!". You've never been there when I needed you, you never will be there when I need you, and ironically, I don't even need you. Never did, never will.

P.S.: Even the worst supplicator on the face of the Earth can provide better than you.

Yours insincerely,
Zeke

For the past 3 days I've been praying for it to not rain. I've offered every bargain I could offer to the bearded freak upstairs, and he seems to enjoy giving people false hope. Well I've got news for you douche - I'M BURNING MY BIBLE. AND I'M GOING TO JEWISM.

Oh and. . . YOU SUCK BIG TIME. Amen.
Zeke