...Blaze, are you still going at it? Just give it a rest, already.
Seriously, I can only say "Seems legit" so many times before people start to think I'm serious.
...Blaze, are you still going at it? Just give it a rest, already.
Seriously, I can only say "Seems legit" so many times before people start to think I'm serious.
Enlighten me as to exactly what you find offensive here, as I'm simply recounting the events of the last few days as they've been pretty interesting. What's your problem, exactly? Do you not believe me? Because I'll be happy to back up what I say. Anything to get you to stop posting crap like this every time I speak.
Hey, cool your jets! I'm sorry if you take offense; it's just that your obviously bullshit claims and pompous, self-obsessed tone rub me (and, evidently, plenty of others) the wrong way. You might like playing the role of "profound Internet bad ass", but let me be honest here: there is nothing more tiring than the tragedy of being you.
The biomechanics of a fruit bat's colon?
Enlighten me as to exactly what you find offensive here, as I'm simply recounting the events of the last few days as they've been pretty interesting. What's your problem, exactly? Do you not believe me? Because I'll be happy to back up what I say. Anything to get you to stop posting crap like this every time I speak.
As for my name change, it's going through now as I have to replace my passport in order to go to New Zealand. Seems stupid to wait any longer for the change since it'd necessitate buying two passports. I got most of the way through the process a while back but got a little sidetracked.
The fact that you claimed to have died three times is just a start. Kinda makes me smell bullshit right there.
Other than that the obvious delusions of grandeur is a bit offsetting, regardless of the truthfulness of your story.
And, to be blunt, you've been playing GBAtemp like a pity party, only offering one side of every story that paints you as some Herculean figure who has a world of troubles coming at him but valiantly strikes them all down.
I'm just being completely honest here because yes, I am feeling the same exact way reading your posts. I honestly don't believe in their authenticity and I find claims like "I'm a genius" to just be outright delusional and narcissistic.
My heart was damaged when I was stabbed years ago. I had to be resucitated twice that night, and a third time when my heart stopped during surgery recently to replace the valve that was damaged by the health problems I suffered over Christmas. Three times. Pretty well documented. I need to make light of the situation because I wake up every day knowing that if the stress gets too much then I could rupture another valve and die. It's not easy to wake up every morning and face your own mortality. Maybe you should try it sometime. Hire someone to wake you up every morning by shoving a revolver in your face and asking you if you feel lucky today. See how long your sanity lasts without an outlet for the stress.
I don't strike down all of the world's problems on my own. I always have help from my friends, and some battles we just can't win. As I type this someone very dear to me is facing a battle in court over an offence she didn't commit and there's basically fuck all I can do about it, despite it being patently obvious that she's innocent. And it's fucking heartbreaking that I can't help, ok? So if I big up the achievements I do have, so fucking what? It gets me through the day, ok? Sometimes people need to feel like they can take on the world. Maybe if you actually faced half the problems I have to on a daily basis you might understand. I'd give anything for a normal life where I don't have all these concerns, hence the plan to pack up my shit and move to New Zealand where I can leave all this crap behind and finally live something akin to a normal, safe, boring life.
I'm not entirely sure why I'd be expected to tell stories from the perspective of others. I'm not them. I'm me. So naturally I talk about life from my own point of view. Sorry for not being omniscient enough to see everything from all angles so you get the complete picture about something you clearly have no interest in anyway.
As for me saying I'm a genius, I actually am. Tested and proven. I see no reason not to be proud of that, so frankly you can blow it out your ass.
My heart was damaged when I was stabbed years ago. I had to be resucitated twice that night, and a third time when my heart stopped during surgery recently to replace the valve that was damaged by the health problems I suffered over Christmas. Three times. Pretty well documented.
My heart was damaged when I was stabbed years ago. I had to be resucitated twice that night, and a third time when my heart stopped during surgery recently to replace the valve that was damaged by the health problems I suffered over Christmas. Three times. Pretty well documented. I need to make light of the situation because I wake up every day knowing that if the stress gets too much then I could rupture another valve and die. It's not easy to wake up every morning and face your own mortality. Maybe you should try it sometime. Hire someone to wake you up every morning by shoving a revolver in your face and asking you if you feel lucky today. See how long your sanity lasts without an outlet for the stress.
I don't strike down all of the world's problems on my own. I always have help from my friends, and some battles we just can't win. As I type this someone very dear to me is facing a battle in court over an offence she didn't commit and there's basically fuck all I can do about it, despite it being patently obvious that she's innocent. And it's fucking heartbreaking that I can't help, ok? So if I big up the achievements I do have, so fucking what? It gets me through the day, ok? Sometimes people need to feel like they can take on the world. Maybe if you actually faced half the problems I have to on a daily basis you might understand. I'd give anything for a normal life where I don't have all these concerns, hence the plan to pack up my shit and move to New Zealand where I can leave all this crap behind and finally live something akin to a normal, safe, boring life.
As for me saying I'm a genius, I actually am. Tested and proven. I see no reason not to be proud of that, so frankly you can blow it out your ass.
FUCK YOU.
Sorry to interject, but that statement right there shows a clear indication that you are in fact not a genius. It's certainly not definitive so don't act like that's what I'm saying, but studies show that those with high intelligence are generally very humble about it and often try to downplay it, whereas those with lower intelligence tend to think and act as though they are really smart, which is exactly what you are doing. Like i said, this is just what studies show, so there's no need to whine about how you're clearly just different from the norm.As for me saying I'm a genius, I actually am. Tested and proven. I see no reason not to be proud of that, so frankly you can blow it out your ass.
Were you blazed when you wrote this?
You know what? I don't have time for this. I find it really quite depressing that you all assume the worst in everyone. But here's the answers to a few of the more retarded points.
- I was fortunate enough to come across the attack on Amelia because she was coming to meet me. She was leaving the cinema, I was leaving my brother's which is close by. We'd arranged to meet up and go for a drink. She was set upon by a group of drunken idiots who...well, you get the idea. I heard her screaming for help and did my best to fight them off. I'm not some sort of super warrior but I was full of rage so I did ok. I bought her enough time to break free and run for help. The lead guy lost it when she got away and in a moment of drunken stupidity whipped out his knife and stabbed me in the chest. Because she'd escaped and called the police and ambulance already, I just barely made it to the hospital in time. My heart stopped for a minute or so each time, thankfully the doctors here managed to revive me. Happy now? Or is it totally unbelievable simply because you saw it in the papers and thought 'this couldn't possibly happen to anyone else'? I've lived with the damage to my heart ever since and she's lived with the nightmare of what she went through so DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE MAKE THIS SOME SICK POWER PLAY. The fact you sank that low disgusts me. As for the 'burden of proof', I'm hardly likely to scan in my fucking medical records to appease some internet jackass who thinks he's important enough tobe making demands and act like a fucking private eye because he has literally nothing better to do.
- Amelia is kept up to date with what happened to her attacker because it's relevant to any charges she might end up facing. You have a problem, take it up with her. She's not in any mood to be giving me details right now.
- You clearly don't bother to get your facts right as I never said my 3DS cost thousands. The valuable one I won in a Club Nintendo competition. It was selling for thousands on eBay when they first showed up, that's no longer the case but you can still get a couple of hundred quid for them. My actual active 3DS is an aqua blue launch model I saved up for months for when it first launched and I had a steady job. So I don't know where you get your ideas about my finacial situation. Do your research next time.
- I've done plenty of IQ tests over the years and every one of them has said I have a genius level IQ. I'm proud of it because it allowed me to counter the worst effects of the constant moving about as a kid and get through my exams with decent grades. So I' m not exactly humble about it. I'm not compelled by some religious rules to be humble before everyone. I'm proud of my achievements and couldn't give a flying fuck what 'studies' say. As for the pizza, it's an extremely rare treat I allowed myself for doing well. Eating a fairly small pizza with a tiny bit of extra cheese won't kill me. I get plenty of exercise to counter the worst of it anyway.
Also, I am writing a story, for those that expressed an interest. It's basically my autobiography. I actually started writing it years ago because a friend of mine who didn't know me in my very early years wanted to know what it was like for me growing up. One thing led to another and the project just kinda blossomed from there, really.
Anyway, I'm leaving this now as while I would like to continue debating this with you all, I refuse to converse with people like Gahars who will sink to such lows. You're an affront to every good thing that human beings are capable of and should be bloody ashamed of yourself. To take the pain and suffering of someone who lived through one of the worst things a human being can possibly experience and use it in an attempt to make yourself look good on a website...you truly sicken me.
My heart was damaged when I was stabbed years ago.
- Amelia is kept up to date with what happened to her attacker because it's relevant to any charges she might end up facing. You have a problem, take it up with her. She's not in any mood to be giving me details right now.
My best friend is in Tokyo at the moment on a business trip. She was coming back to her hotel last night and some douche tried to molest her. Thankfully she's well trained so he got the shock of his life. Grabbed her ass and she whirled around and battered the fuck out of him, took him totally off guard. He's now in hospital with his wrist broken, his ribs cracked, his nose barely hanging on to what remains of his face, and her boot marks on his throat.