was smsing x today regarding what modules to take next sem. how much to bid and what to bid since we failed in phase 1 of the bidding. now this has NOTHING TO DO WITH X but apparently bidding is a very big issue esp among the fucking kiasu and scared to fail students in SMU. it's like the holy grail where the bidding system takes up the whole afternoon kinda thing. where people will fret and worry about their time table. plan how much to bid for a module etc etc. i shall not dwell into it. from my tone one can probably see that i do not hold biddin in such high esteem. i mean u either get it or u dun. and abt how good a proff is, i frankly believe that smart is smart. it doesnt matter which proff u get, its how u study. and what's so good about having a 2 day week or a 3 day week, it's give and take, u take less days mean u're either taking less modules or ur squeezing everything together. it's just a matter of choice. what's there to be indecisive about? and how much to bid for a module, yes u can check the past years bidding, how much was the min bid and max bid for each proff but the market changes. one proff was so hot that everyone bidded for him, like they paid tons to get into his classes and what did he do after knowing all that? continue to be a slacker and give out a's and a+'s like no one's bloody fucking business? hell no. he screwed them over. and over. and over. plus, last sems' bids are NOT an accurate reflection of this sem's bid. to get an accurate picture i believe u have to find out what the people are bidding for the up coming sem, try to get a rough estimate of how much they are paying and up it by 5 bucks to be on the safe side. i'm not saying that there are no nice people that will tell u how much they're bidding. but life's a bitch. why wld they want u to get into the same course as them when they are fucking going up against u? i have people coming up asking me how much i'm bidding for a particular module. and they go down to the vv last cent. i mean get a life, use ur brain and stop thinking that people are dumb. for 1, i dun really know u that well, 2 u obviously do not want to see me in ur class and 3 i hate u and u know it. if i dun get it this sem, i'll prob get it the next. whatt's the big idea? so what if u get it 1st? does it make u any better. at the end of the day i'm gonna have so much money left over i'm gonna be 1 rich mother fucker and i'm gonna get all the courses i want for my later years.
but that's not the point. i've been working at suntec at the world nephrology conference where they discuss things ranging from renal dysfunction to having lunch synpohsims where they try to tell u how good rubber coated syringes from johnson and johnson are. btw, 1 course is 100 usd. i attend on the average 4 a day for 5 days. i'm worth 2000usd now. plus 600+ sing that i'm getting. back to the main point, i'm a room manger in charge of the room etc etc. lately i've developed a habit of watching movies on the laptop that is linked to the audio system. it has been going on with out a hitch for days. today, was no exception. so during the interlude i decided that playing some nice music wld be nice instead of hearing indian doctors chatter in inglish, comparing who has more FREE gifts and chinese doctors comparing how many lectures they didnt pay for but managed to sneak into and european doctors talking in their native tngues making u seem like they think they're THAT much better than u. 1st fatal mistake, turning on the audio so that songs from the lap top will be played in the ballroom. after the interlude my guys switched off the lights and the speaker started speaking 2nd mistake i closed the winamp instead of turning off the audio switch which means that as long as i play anything on the laptop the whole ball room will hear it. seeing that everything is in order and things are running smoothly i proceeded to finish the rest of "attack of the clones". i've done this countless times and and after closing winamp i usually turn off the volume from the laptop to the ballroom speakers. this time i got a sms from x just after i closed winamp, knowin it was her i then 3rd mistake, PICKED UP MY HP instead of turning off the laptop audio connection. after replyin the msg i promptly clicked play on the laptop to continue watching "attack of the clones".
the words "JEDI" echoed across the whole room, cutting the speaker off midway.
my heart skipped a bit. the audio man choked on his stolen sandwitches from a citibank conference next door (now this is what i call sandwitches. the bread is so damn soft and crumbly. it's even colour coded. white fot cheese and tomatoe sandwitch. brown for tuna. pink for mayo and eggs. and heng sui actually said," hey these colour codes are cool. samosas are light brown some more. (hell they are fried u idiot) and they all come in triangles (i wanted to ask him if he's seen a square samosa...)citibank own man. they really own."
i looked at the audio guy and he looked at me. my usher (it was miss angelic smile today. apparently she wanted to be under me after thinkin my car was a beemer. 2nd gal to think so already after m. i think she wanted a life home more than wanting to talk to me but wee nee screwed all her plans by meeting me for lunch) looked at both of us and said ," NI MEN SI LE"
like i didnt know that... and i stress, she actually said NI MEN. i mean hell! u were watching the show too. just because I clicked play i'm dead and audio man was in charged of audio so he's dead too. well ur supposed to be standing at the door in case anyone comes in so in my terms ur just as dead as me. and we all wld have died if someone complained to the room manager. and we wld have died if the room manager heard it. we wld surely be dead if the room manager got pissed.
BUT I WAS THE ROOM MANAGER. i answer to me, myself and i.
just felt like a dick for 2 seconds and then switched off the connection and proceeded to finish "attack of the clones". remorseless and guiltless. for those of u who know me u prob will know it takes a lot to make me feel bad. this doesnt come close.
a classic example of human error. and i wasnt kidding when the word jedi came out blasting in the ballroom.i paused the show just before count duku (palpatine's padawan) (the emperor's diciple?) (darth maul's teacher...) said , "the JEDI ARE WEAK." i mean anything else and i cld pass it off as a sound glitch but JEDI. i mean how many shows have the word jedi in them. i only know 6 films...
Thursday, June 30, 2005
I Rather Not Know
i discovered something this morning at my friends' place. a causal remarked, made off hand sparked a huge reaction among the people there which lead to an investigation. an investigation to see if the person i mentioned causually was the same person they had in mind. well i didnt expect her to be an angel. it was the same person. i sure didnt expect her to be the devil. i cldnt believe my ears after hearing the things she did, i cldnt believe it then and i dont want to believe it now but i guess i'm already believing it. i guess every coin has 2 sides. the qns now is which side do i choose to see, is it possible to treat the person the same way after knowing the other side. it's not my place to judge but i cannot help but be swayed. in fact, i refused to find out more, i left soon after. the reaction there was just too strong and too biased, as much as they hated her she was still a friend.
once i wld have died to know what was going on and find out to the bottom paying no heed to the repercussions. the truth was everything. the innocence of youth. now, i just rather not know. what wld knowing change? it wld change everything and yet nothing at all.
once i wld act on the truth, thinking that clearing up the bad air wld be best. now i wouldnt even entertain that thought. somethings in the past are meant to be buried and forgotten, never to be brought out to the sunlight again. some scars cut too deeply, other things once done, shld just be forgotten. i've got a closet full of skeletons too and i can only imagine my reaction shld someone bring it up.
the magic of youth.
the anesthtic is fading and my gums hurt. like hell. i pulled out 1 wisdom tooth today. i wld like nothing more than to sleep in bed bu the pain is excrucitating. i complained that i cldnt feel the right side of my mouth. now i'm wishing i still cldnt feel it. it's a dull throbbing pain now. i hope it doesnt become a sharp acute pain later. i will just die. man with every word that i type the pain become more intense. am i giving it too much thought, thus increasing the pain or is it really getting more painful. i think it's the former. but a part of me that doesnt want to appear to be weak thinks it's the latter. it's the latter. it's the latter. it's the latter.
fuck, it's the former. maybe if i stop talking about it it'll be less painful.
change. yesterday the big c asked me who's the big c that i talk about in my blog. HA. i gave her a gals' name and she took it. yeah right, she obviously knew who the big c is. i mean how hard is it for u to know that someone is talking about u. oh and v is so angry abt the post i made. i apologised continously but still i'm getting ignored. my idea of a joke aint exactly too funny APPARENTLY. but yeah i'm still sorry.
once i wld have died to know what was going on and find out to the bottom paying no heed to the repercussions. the truth was everything. the innocence of youth. now, i just rather not know. what wld knowing change? it wld change everything and yet nothing at all.
once i wld act on the truth, thinking that clearing up the bad air wld be best. now i wouldnt even entertain that thought. somethings in the past are meant to be buried and forgotten, never to be brought out to the sunlight again. some scars cut too deeply, other things once done, shld just be forgotten. i've got a closet full of skeletons too and i can only imagine my reaction shld someone bring it up.
the magic of youth.
the anesthtic is fading and my gums hurt. like hell. i pulled out 1 wisdom tooth today. i wld like nothing more than to sleep in bed bu the pain is excrucitating. i complained that i cldnt feel the right side of my mouth. now i'm wishing i still cldnt feel it. it's a dull throbbing pain now. i hope it doesnt become a sharp acute pain later. i will just die. man with every word that i type the pain become more intense. am i giving it too much thought, thus increasing the pain or is it really getting more painful. i think it's the former. but a part of me that doesnt want to appear to be weak thinks it's the latter. it's the latter. it's the latter. it's the latter.
fuck, it's the former. maybe if i stop talking about it it'll be less painful.
change. yesterday the big c asked me who's the big c that i talk about in my blog. HA. i gave her a gals' name and she took it. yeah right, she obviously knew who the big c is. i mean how hard is it for u to know that someone is talking about u. oh and v is so angry abt the post i made. i apologised continously but still i'm getting ignored. my idea of a joke aint exactly too funny APPARENTLY. but yeah i'm still sorry.
Wednesday, June 29, 2005
Unforgettable
adrian cruised into the car park at 6 am sharp. as he dragged his lazy tired body from the car and into the lift, the thought of facing another grueling day simply increased the sense of dread that he had been feelin since he woke up at 5 am to get to work. sucking it in and taking a huge breathe, he entered the hq to draw his walkie talkie and the keys to the room he is in charged of.
there an angel greeted him.
i shall never forget that smile.
wish i could have taken a photo of it.
at least i wun be forgetting it till i end work.
it was like WOW.
breatheless.
she asked me here to draw ur talkie again.
i said, "" ( she just took my breathe away. it's like my brain was not functioning and words just seemed stuck in my throat.)
no i'm not in love and neither am i smittened. just amazed. it's the nicest thing to see that mega watt smile 1st thing when u walk into that office. i dare say she took my breathe away.
time to get on with my life. didnt do anything abt it and i dun intend to. someone else still holds my heart with her. wonder if she even knows. hope she cares. this is getting melahchony.
to the 102th person who didnt wanna tell me who u are. thanks a million. and choo yi ping. there's a counter at the bottom of my blog. or does ntu not teach u how to look for answers. or is it because ur of the fairer sex... i think it might be the mgs connection... possible that it's the combination of all 3. nah, it's just u. haha. no offense and i know none is taken. =)
there an angel greeted him.
i shall never forget that smile.
wish i could have taken a photo of it.
at least i wun be forgetting it till i end work.
it was like WOW.
breatheless.
she asked me here to draw ur talkie again.
i said, "" ( she just took my breathe away. it's like my brain was not functioning and words just seemed stuck in my throat.)
no i'm not in love and neither am i smittened. just amazed. it's the nicest thing to see that mega watt smile 1st thing when u walk into that office. i dare say she took my breathe away.
time to get on with my life. didnt do anything abt it and i dun intend to. someone else still holds my heart with her. wonder if she even knows. hope she cares. this is getting melahchony.
to the 102th person who didnt wanna tell me who u are. thanks a million. and choo yi ping. there's a counter at the bottom of my blog. or does ntu not teach u how to look for answers. or is it because ur of the fairer sex... i think it might be the mgs connection... possible that it's the combination of all 3. nah, it's just u. haha. no offense and i know none is taken. =)
Tuesday, June 28, 2005
PLEASE, I'M DYIN TO KNOW WHO THE 102TH PERSON IS. IF UR THE ONE PLEASE LEAVE A COMMENT AND TELL ME WHO U ARE. PLEASE, IT'S ONLY ONCE THAT U GET THE
102 PERSON READING UR 1ST BLOG. IT'S LIKE YOUR ONLY A VIRGIN ONCE, U WUN WANNA GET RAPED AND NOT KNOW WHO RAPED U RIGHT? I'M DYING TO KNOW WHO RAPED ME. SO PLEASE LEAVE A NAME OR NICK NAME OR ALIAS OR SOME FUCK THING THAT WILL LET ME KNOW WHO U ARE.
(i wanted to type all that in the header but obviously it wasnt long enough and obviously i didnt know that and obviously i was too lazy to change it and obviously i dun fucking give 2 shits about it. BUT OBVIOUSLY I WANNA KNOW WHO THE 102TH PERSON IS SO PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE. I'LL GIVE U ANYTHING!!!)
(i wanted to type all that in the header but obviously it wasnt long enough and obviously i didnt know that and obviously i was too lazy to change it and obviously i dun fucking give 2 shits about it. BUT OBVIOUSLY I WANNA KNOW WHO THE 102TH PERSON IS SO PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE. I'LL GIVE U ANYTHING!!!)
The People I Hang Out With
check out the latest link on my blog. she's called alvin. wait, HE'S called alvin. after knowing him for more than 10 yrs i cant believe i got his sexuality wrong, it's unforgivable. but u cant blame me, blame his blog www.beariedum.blogspot.com. BEARIEDUM... I'm assuming it stand for very dumb, HOWEVER to add the "cute" factor as i believe he wld call it (i just call it bloody gay), he decieded to come up with something that rhymes like very, has a "cute" (GAY) sounding name and is something people associate cuteness with(this and the 2nd point might seem like they are talking about the same thing but i dun think so, okay i did think so at 1st after reading it again but chew on it, it's different. i promise.). thus BEARIE was born. now to the 2nd part of the name, u have to be really DUM to not see what decipher the link to dumb... i mean come on, u dun have to be a rocket scientist to understand it. in fact, if my dog cld talk, i'm sure that bitch wld have told me to go fuck myself if i asked her whether she could see the link. so yeah. DUM does mean dumb. hell, they even sound the same. dum ba dum didi dumb dumb didi. see, u wun even notice it.
dun get me wrong i do get the part why people think it's cute and stuff. i can appreciate cuteness (thus the breaking down of the blog's name), but coming from someone who i never had to doubt his sexuality, i'm simply apalled.
it's the 1st blog DONE BY A MAN that has all its entries in pink. not dark pink (that wld be purple) not like pink but hot innocent pink? hmm... hot and innocent. i must be in denial.
i say mates, he sure deserves a pint of beer for being one of a kind! (spoken with the laid back (lazy) australian accent.)
take a peek at his, now i believe chatter box would be the right term? or is it called a chat box... it's named chatter box on his blog, but there's a reference to something called a flicker box... now i admit i'm not the sharpest tool in the shed when it comes to computers and stuff but i sure aint the dust that covers the tools. i DO know where the power button is and a lot more than that, like posting pictures(wipe that smirk off ya face miss quah) and other more complex stuff. if u can even call them complex BUT i do not know what is a flicker box... i have a friend who would tell me it's a box that flickers and if someone asked me that u can be sure that'll be my answer too.
his introduction,"Currently 23, Supposedly more feminine...."
it speaks for itself, now he's got me wondering whether he ovulates like the rest of her kind. BULLOCKS! there i go again. HIS kind. (too bad gals, it was on purpose. AAWWWW.....)
DISCLAIMER
i am not putting down his blog, it's just something i felt vv strongly about when i saw his msn nick which lead me to check out his latest blog. btw, this is the i dunno how many times he's changed the blog in 4/5 days that he set it up? his technical skills in designing the blog is LIGHT YEARS ahead of mine, i think it's testimony of NTU's education + the fact that's he an upcoming engineer. ENGINEER... and i tot it was a predominately male population. and despite everything i've said it looks a million times more impressive than mine.
LOOKS
dun get me wrong i do get the part why people think it's cute and stuff. i can appreciate cuteness (thus the breaking down of the blog's name), but coming from someone who i never had to doubt his sexuality, i'm simply apalled.
it's the 1st blog DONE BY A MAN that has all its entries in pink. not dark pink (that wld be purple) not like pink but hot innocent pink? hmm... hot and innocent. i must be in denial.
i say mates, he sure deserves a pint of beer for being one of a kind! (spoken with the laid back (lazy) australian accent.)
take a peek at his, now i believe chatter box would be the right term? or is it called a chat box... it's named chatter box on his blog, but there's a reference to something called a flicker box... now i admit i'm not the sharpest tool in the shed when it comes to computers and stuff but i sure aint the dust that covers the tools. i DO know where the power button is and a lot more than that, like posting pictures(wipe that smirk off ya face miss quah) and other more complex stuff. if u can even call them complex BUT i do not know what is a flicker box... i have a friend who would tell me it's a box that flickers and if someone asked me that u can be sure that'll be my answer too.
his introduction,"Currently 23, Supposedly more feminine...."
it speaks for itself, now he's got me wondering whether he ovulates like the rest of her kind. BULLOCKS! there i go again. HIS kind. (too bad gals, it was on purpose. AAWWWW.....)
DISCLAIMER
i am not putting down his blog, it's just something i felt vv strongly about when i saw his msn nick which lead me to check out his latest blog. btw, this is the i dunno how many times he's changed the blog in 4/5 days that he set it up? his technical skills in designing the blog is LIGHT YEARS ahead of mine, i think it's testimony of NTU's education + the fact that's he an upcoming engineer. ENGINEER... and i tot it was a predominately male population. and despite everything i've said it looks a million times more impressive than mine.
LOOKS
Choose Life
Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact dics players and electrical tin can openers. Choose good health, low cholestrol and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind numbing, spirit crushing gameshows stuffing fucking junk food down your throat. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself.
Choose your future.
Choose life.
Trainspotting
Choose your future.
Choose life.
Trainspotting
Monday, June 27, 2005
Fate Smiles Upon The Unsuspecting
i've been promoted. pro-fucking-moted. i just found out today that if ur a runner here u get 5.50/hr, if ur working at an usher it's 6, cashier u get 6 too! BUT IF UR A ROOM MANAGER and above, u get a ultra, mega, shagedallically cool 7 big fucking ones! and lo and behold, ur now talking to a ROOM MANAGER! yeap! got that right. miss the 1st day of work and wat do u get? A MAJOR BLOODY PROMOTION. YEAH BABY! 7 BIG ONES!
i've been smirking and grinning so hard to myself i disgust myself. unbelievable but it's true. when pps found out i was a floor manager she nearly choked to death on the star bucks coffee she extorted from me. it splattered all over the poor gal's clothes, but she had a jacket so it wasnt that bad. and no i dun feel bad at all. serves her right for laughing at me the night before. i showed her. showed her big time.
met heng sui early in the morning, 1st thing he said," boy, those gals sure look hot man. damn shit! too bad they're ushers or time keepers." (of course this was said in chinese and i'm too fucking lazy to change it to chinese, in case u dun know when someone speaks to me in chinese it's automatically changed to english and i have no desire what so ever to change it back to chinese.) and where are the ushers and time keepers u might ask? i bet u already know the answer.
IN THE ROOMS OF COURSE!
and where is da king??
IN THE ROOM OF COURSE.
and who is in charge of the room?
THE ROOM MANAGER OF COURSE!
and who's in charge of the people working IN the room?
WHY IT'S THE GOD DAMN BLOODY FUCKING ROOM MANAGER!!!
i amaze myself sometimes, actually it's all the time. i was so scared i wld be fired (refer to yesterday's post.) BUT not! god had a plan. a great one i must say. simply fantastic.
there's this usher working in my room, really slim, has a body that looks like kate (the one in lost and i must stress that any skinny gal has a body that looks' like kate. quite hot u must be thinking) but a face... OH MY BLOODY FLAMING BALLS... it's like a wild boar... WITH THE FACIAL HAIR. and her hairy arms... DEAR FATHER IN HEAVEN...
looking at the stat counter that i've installed on this blog i do feel a bit flattered. i mean come on, if u happen to be the 100th person drop me a msg and i'll give u a real nice treat. that's if ur a gal of course. boys are not applicable. the magic 100. what's so special about...? find the 102th person drop me a msg (again only females apply). and if u happen to be the number 96 or less or slighty more. PLEASE DO NOT REFRESH REPEATEDLY JUST TO BE THE NUMBER 102.... i believe that integrity is alive but not doing too well. and i firmly believe that chiverly is dead and buried. in fact it's so dead i cant even spell it properly. who holds the door for a gal now a days...? yeah i do it, ONLY if her hands are full or i have a hidden agenda and PEOPLE HAVE HIDDEN agendas...
back to my point. i dun feel at ease writing pouring out my thoughts here anymore. it's like stripping naked and then dancing around just to grab people's attention. in fact, the more i write here the more i feel the pressure to keep this place interesting, to keep people comin back for more to see the stat counter increase? okay the last point in moot but the rest isnt. i cant help but feel judged when people read my blog. it's unavoidable i know and that's exactly the thing holding me back from speaking my mind. if u think i'm frank i'm not.
i'm adrian.
and i must say again, as much as this blog is a part of me.
adrian is not part of the blog.
for pple like sui heng let me say it in lay man terms. ur hand is part of u BUT u are not part of ur hand... do u understand or am i playing piano to a cow? and dun tell me horse horse tiger tiger before i rip ur bloody balls out and stuff them up ur sorry pee hole.
some say they write to change the world.
others write for them selves.
while others write for the sake of others.
someone said he writes for truth.
dun waste ur time.
writing to please ur self is akin to masturbation.
writing to please others is prostitution.
i cannot bring myself to do the last. not yet at least.
i've been smirking and grinning so hard to myself i disgust myself. unbelievable but it's true. when pps found out i was a floor manager she nearly choked to death on the star bucks coffee she extorted from me. it splattered all over the poor gal's clothes, but she had a jacket so it wasnt that bad. and no i dun feel bad at all. serves her right for laughing at me the night before. i showed her. showed her big time.
met heng sui early in the morning, 1st thing he said," boy, those gals sure look hot man. damn shit! too bad they're ushers or time keepers." (of course this was said in chinese and i'm too fucking lazy to change it to chinese, in case u dun know when someone speaks to me in chinese it's automatically changed to english and i have no desire what so ever to change it back to chinese.) and where are the ushers and time keepers u might ask? i bet u already know the answer.
IN THE ROOMS OF COURSE!
and where is da king??
IN THE ROOM OF COURSE.
and who is in charge of the room?
THE ROOM MANAGER OF COURSE!
and who's in charge of the people working IN the room?
WHY IT'S THE GOD DAMN BLOODY FUCKING ROOM MANAGER!!!
i amaze myself sometimes, actually it's all the time. i was so scared i wld be fired (refer to yesterday's post.) BUT not! god had a plan. a great one i must say. simply fantastic.
there's this usher working in my room, really slim, has a body that looks like kate (the one in lost and i must stress that any skinny gal has a body that looks' like kate. quite hot u must be thinking) but a face... OH MY BLOODY FLAMING BALLS... it's like a wild boar... WITH THE FACIAL HAIR. and her hairy arms... DEAR FATHER IN HEAVEN...
looking at the stat counter that i've installed on this blog i do feel a bit flattered. i mean come on, if u happen to be the 100th person drop me a msg and i'll give u a real nice treat. that's if ur a gal of course. boys are not applicable. the magic 100. what's so special about...? find the 102th person drop me a msg (again only females apply). and if u happen to be the number 96 or less or slighty more. PLEASE DO NOT REFRESH REPEATEDLY JUST TO BE THE NUMBER 102.... i believe that integrity is alive but not doing too well. and i firmly believe that chiverly is dead and buried. in fact it's so dead i cant even spell it properly. who holds the door for a gal now a days...? yeah i do it, ONLY if her hands are full or i have a hidden agenda and PEOPLE HAVE HIDDEN agendas...
back to my point. i dun feel at ease writing pouring out my thoughts here anymore. it's like stripping naked and then dancing around just to grab people's attention. in fact, the more i write here the more i feel the pressure to keep this place interesting, to keep people comin back for more to see the stat counter increase? okay the last point in moot but the rest isnt. i cant help but feel judged when people read my blog. it's unavoidable i know and that's exactly the thing holding me back from speaking my mind. if u think i'm frank i'm not.
i'm adrian.
and i must say again, as much as this blog is a part of me.
adrian is not part of the blog.
for pple like sui heng let me say it in lay man terms. ur hand is part of u BUT u are not part of ur hand... do u understand or am i playing piano to a cow? and dun tell me horse horse tiger tiger before i rip ur bloody balls out and stuff them up ur sorry pee hole.
some say they write to change the world.
others write for them selves.
while others write for the sake of others.
someone said he writes for truth.
dun waste ur time.
writing to please ur self is akin to masturbation.
writing to please others is prostitution.
i cannot bring myself to do the last. not yet at least.
Sunday, June 26, 2005
Flashes of Genius or Blots of Stupidity.
imagine you are sitting at a bar in china.
this bar sells only tiger beer.
now imagine your name is yi ping.
and your surname is choo.
and everytime someone orders a drink, they just to say this to get the bar tender's attention.
"CHOO YI PING TIGER!"
this bar sells only tiger beer.
now imagine your name is yi ping.
and your surname is choo.
and everytime someone orders a drink, they just to say this to get the bar tender's attention.
"CHOO YI PING TIGER!"
FUCKED. THRU AND THRU.
today is the 26th of june. as of 8 am this morning i knew it was the 26th of june. i knew i had to start work on the 26th of june BUT i forgot. 1 + 1 did not = 2 this time... i forgot clean abt it. hung out till5 am the night before, went for facial, saw a dentist, played badminton and had a bbq at night. and I WAS FUCKING BLOODY VAGINA LICKINGLY SUPPOSED TO BE COCK SUCKING WORKING. FUCK! i am so screwed. (i am so screwed is so cliche.) i'm fucked. (is that less cliche?) how abt fuck. (somehow saying fuck does sound cliche... maybe it's me.)
what great friends i have... out of the abundance of friends i made there ONLY 1 bothered to call me at 2200. AT NIGHT! AT MOTHER FUCKING NIGHT! wat happened to call ur friend when u dun see ur friend at work IN THE MORNING THANK U VERY MUCH!!! u bitch!!! i dun believe u man... what the hell... okay given, u bothered to call me but dun go "HAHA STUPID COCK FORGOT TO COME TO WORK TODAY RIGHT!!!" how peachy art thou. i love u babe. DEEP DEEP. it's boundless. endless. infinite. MY LOVE FOR U IS NOW BOUNDLESS.
facial. yea i went for facial, my mom signed me up for 6 sessions, i went for the 1st one and this is the 2nd one, 5 months later... i dun understand how pple can like going for facial. 1st, she makes ur face all nice and cold applying some weird cleansing lotion. then outta the blue, she takes this monster of a machine that blows steam onto my face!!! wtf!!! hot and cold. and mind u, how do pple find having steam blown onto ur face relaxing?! u cant breathe, it's so hot, i feel like i'm being tortured. like a steam fish... my god. my face was so red and bloated i felt like a zist. and if that wasnt bad nuff, she started squeezing my face with pliers. it's worst than torture durinf the combat survival training i went thru. i cldnt even scream for crying out loud, too much face to lose and i wasnt prepared to lose it. it was so bad i was practically cringing and grabbing the seat so hard she had to tell me to relax. RELAX. how do u relax when someone is pinching ur face? WITH PLIERS! and to top it off, she SUDDENLY stop pinching my face with pliers and slapped on some super cold hard gel on my face. which got tighter and tighter the longer she left it there. it was like someone was crushing my head... terrible i say. terrible.
sleeping at 540am the moring before didnt make things better since facial was at 8 in the morning.
so stop thinking only wimps go for facials, like hell u gotta be damn MAN (sui heng's language here) to go for facial and once u survive it then u OWN liao. OWN. wee nee told me how own came about. a long long time ago in the northern province (!!??!?) of singapore, there were many tokays around, all of whom had a rudimentary command of english (like SOME ntu students). and at that time the amount of land u owned = power. more land naturally = more power. thus i quote, "it's like how centuries ago the biggest landlords will own like most of the land tht kind. if you 'OWN' it, you're the biggest" - wee nee 1983 - ????. GOT IT?
a friend of mine decided to get "natural curls by plaiting it and then sleep. hoping that tormenting the hair over night by tying it up into the most unnatural position will cause it curl nicely in the morning in an overly ambitious attempt to look stupendous and smashing in the morning. i know what u all are thinking now, "how dumb is that." " is she retarded?" " what the hell..." "yeah right." i wld say, "shoot me. just shoot me."
the result?
SMASHING! like i wanna smash my face smashing. hint, she's linked to this blog. take a look at it. GROOVY BABY.
i so dun wanna go to work... it's so embaressing. i cant face the world anymore. own liao, i own liao. =)
what great friends i have... out of the abundance of friends i made there ONLY 1 bothered to call me at 2200. AT NIGHT! AT MOTHER FUCKING NIGHT! wat happened to call ur friend when u dun see ur friend at work IN THE MORNING THANK U VERY MUCH!!! u bitch!!! i dun believe u man... what the hell... okay given, u bothered to call me but dun go "HAHA STUPID COCK FORGOT TO COME TO WORK TODAY RIGHT!!!" how peachy art thou. i love u babe. DEEP DEEP. it's boundless. endless. infinite. MY LOVE FOR U IS NOW BOUNDLESS.
facial. yea i went for facial, my mom signed me up for 6 sessions, i went for the 1st one and this is the 2nd one, 5 months later... i dun understand how pple can like going for facial. 1st, she makes ur face all nice and cold applying some weird cleansing lotion. then outta the blue, she takes this monster of a machine that blows steam onto my face!!! wtf!!! hot and cold. and mind u, how do pple find having steam blown onto ur face relaxing?! u cant breathe, it's so hot, i feel like i'm being tortured. like a steam fish... my god. my face was so red and bloated i felt like a zist. and if that wasnt bad nuff, she started squeezing my face with pliers. it's worst than torture durinf the combat survival training i went thru. i cldnt even scream for crying out loud, too much face to lose and i wasnt prepared to lose it. it was so bad i was practically cringing and grabbing the seat so hard she had to tell me to relax. RELAX. how do u relax when someone is pinching ur face? WITH PLIERS! and to top it off, she SUDDENLY stop pinching my face with pliers and slapped on some super cold hard gel on my face. which got tighter and tighter the longer she left it there. it was like someone was crushing my head... terrible i say. terrible.
sleeping at 540am the moring before didnt make things better since facial was at 8 in the morning.
so stop thinking only wimps go for facials, like hell u gotta be damn MAN (sui heng's language here) to go for facial and once u survive it then u OWN liao. OWN. wee nee told me how own came about. a long long time ago in the northern province (!!??!?) of singapore, there were many tokays around, all of whom had a rudimentary command of english (like SOME ntu students). and at that time the amount of land u owned = power. more land naturally = more power. thus i quote, "it's like how centuries ago the biggest landlords will own like most of the land tht kind. if you 'OWN' it, you're the biggest" - wee nee 1983 - ????. GOT IT?
a friend of mine decided to get "natural curls by plaiting it and then sleep. hoping that tormenting the hair over night by tying it up into the most unnatural position will cause it curl nicely in the morning in an overly ambitious attempt to look stupendous and smashing in the morning. i know what u all are thinking now, "how dumb is that." " is she retarded?" " what the hell..." "yeah right." i wld say, "shoot me. just shoot me."
the result?
SMASHING! like i wanna smash my face smashing. hint, she's linked to this blog. take a look at it. GROOVY BABY.
i so dun wanna go to work... it's so embaressing. i cant face the world anymore. own liao, i own liao. =)
Saturday, June 25, 2005
Names
if i ever want a job next time, i want to be a car namer. a professional, full time and highly paid car namer. okay, i dun know what they are called but car namer sounds cool. 1st, u get away with coming up with the dumbest, most far fetched and idiotic names. for starters, does anyone know what corolla stands for? no one? okay, maybe this will be easier, does anyone know what the nissian latio stands for? no one? well, it actually means number one in latin, cool right? yeah i think it's pretty cool too, considering that u've just been smoked by me. i have no idea in the whole wide world what it means. or maybe the suzuki liana, i think the car namer just got lucky with this gal called liana and decided to name the car after her... for that matter, some babe called megane probably screwed the car namer for renault too. cool yeah? so if anyone wants to get their name on a car, try to screw a car namer. maybe the next car from proton might just be called adrian. no way, i wun want that... disgusting and i still think the next car from proton wld be called the electron.
actually, naming cars after women does have a nice sound to it. i cant help but think megane has a nice ring to it. and if u've seen the megane's name on the back of the car, it's class class and more class. much better than the nissan sunny... ?!?! why wld they name the car sunny? that it brings out the sun shine in pple's lives? that when ever people go out in a sunny they're gonna have a sunny good time? lame.
of course there are a few nice names out there, the skyline sounds really good. but then again u have racing car names called the evolution, yeah i agree it's not that bad... but fuck... there's was the evolution, evo 2， evo 3, evo 4, evo 5, u know where i'm headed do u... in some 30 yrs time, u're gonna be driving a evo 35... please change it for goodness sake... another company i forsee having this problem is mazda. sure there was the mazda 323, then the 626 and after being bought over by ford motors they have revamped the models. instead for triple digits, they now have simple single digits, the mazda 2,3,5,6. yes, 5. they just launched it in singapore... soon, u'll be hearing of the mazda 1 and 4. maybe for a suv model they'll name it the mazda 7.
but the king of names has to be the kangoo. what in the world, this dick decided to name his car after a kangaroo? i shld think so and i can only assume that in order to spice the name he then decided to leave out the middle syaluble. probably thinks it's "cooler" this way. if i had a way with things i wld name my car the octupus, aka octpuss. of the buttfly, short for butterfly.... the adrian's buttfly... hahaha.
actually, naming cars after women does have a nice sound to it. i cant help but think megane has a nice ring to it. and if u've seen the megane's name on the back of the car, it's class class and more class. much better than the nissan sunny... ?!?! why wld they name the car sunny? that it brings out the sun shine in pple's lives? that when ever people go out in a sunny they're gonna have a sunny good time? lame.
of course there are a few nice names out there, the skyline sounds really good. but then again u have racing car names called the evolution, yeah i agree it's not that bad... but fuck... there's was the evolution, evo 2， evo 3, evo 4, evo 5, u know where i'm headed do u... in some 30 yrs time, u're gonna be driving a evo 35... please change it for goodness sake... another company i forsee having this problem is mazda. sure there was the mazda 323, then the 626 and after being bought over by ford motors they have revamped the models. instead for triple digits, they now have simple single digits, the mazda 2,3,5,6. yes, 5. they just launched it in singapore... soon, u'll be hearing of the mazda 1 and 4. maybe for a suv model they'll name it the mazda 7.
but the king of names has to be the kangoo. what in the world, this dick decided to name his car after a kangaroo? i shld think so and i can only assume that in order to spice the name he then decided to leave out the middle syaluble. probably thinks it's "cooler" this way. if i had a way with things i wld name my car the octupus, aka octpuss. of the buttfly, short for butterfly.... the adrian's buttfly... hahaha.
Thursday, June 23, 2005
The Road Less Travelled
shell shocked. "give a someone too much of something and soon he takes it for granted." how apt. i never seem to NOT send V home anymore. somehow everytime we go out it's taken for granted i'll send her home. i mean not that i'm complaining, but just PRETEND that u dun want me to send u home. PRETEND. THE MAGIC MOVE. PRETEND. u dun know how much better it can make someone who's half hearted have a change of heart and willingly send u home. a simple "hey i can make my own way back" wld prob warrant a "hey it's no prob man, it's along the way." ALONG THE WAY. HA! FUCK OFF MAN. IT'S THE BIGGEST LIE A GUY CAN EVER USE. how often is someone "along the way."?! sure, depending on which way u drive, even tuas can be "ALONG THE WAY" from orchard to bishan. IT'S JUST A LONGER WAY... of course i've used it countless times before, the reasons are countless but more often than not, i just want to spend more time with u. and i love travelling to parts of singapore i've never been to before. going into housing estates are a major bonus, i love seeing people's houses. it's nice, plus driving through housing estates usually have little traffic, making driving there thereputic. back to the point, taking for fucking granted that i'm sending u home doesnt make me WANT to send u home. constant and never ending "u'll send me home later right?", said in the most pitiful and high pitched voice doesnt work either. stressing on the word RIGHT, scores u no bonus points either. going everytime i go out with other guys they always send me home, is a sure way to get points deducted. u can jolly friggin well go out with them then. it's not like i'm DYING to go out with u... i know neither are u... but that's not the point babe. just making a point.
lulu got angry with me today. in fact, her msn nick is "luluuu the OFFICIAL road hazard hates adrian ong jian zhong. I HATE YOU!". this was after i changed my nick to "Puff - i dun believe u hate me cause i wun let u drive my car. it's MY CAR. MY = MINE = ADRIAN'S = NOT URS!". i'm guessing everyone can see what's the gist of the issue here. a recap for those dumb enough to not understand. lulu passed her driving GMT sometimethismorning, upon talking to her on msn, she proceeded to ask me if she cld drive my car. i then proceeded with a refusal, taking into account that she JUST PASSED. thus, having little/NO REAL LIFE DRIVING EXPERIENCE. anyways, she then started ranting and raving about how mean i was...
thus began the nick naming war... and to be objective here. note that i DID NOT NAME NAMES! freak!!! note that i did not say "Puff - i dun believe u hate me cause i wun let u drive my car. it's MY CAR. MY = MINE = ADRIAN'S = not XXXXX!". i believe that as much as people bitch and rant about people, naming people on the internet is despicable and not professional. where is the personal satisfaction on that, does it solve anything, wld it make u feel better. as far as i can see, if both parties have a mind to, things can get really ugly. p.s i'm not restricting it to msn... blogs, comments, emails etc etc. to top things off! she told me that there's are so many people with my name... she's knows an adrian ong (me) she knows a jian zhong(not me. and mine is jian - zhong. (okay, i dunno how to change the font back to the default colour. i cant be bothered to try after failing twice, i dun wanna choose black cause then when i post it u wun be able to see anything. i cannot write in black cause then i cannot see what i am typing and i figured that if i'm gonna write it in another colour red is as good a colour as any. and i just wanted to make the - in red... but yeah. stop laughing. i mean it. fuck... laugh ur ass off. tell ALL ur friends that u know a dick who doesnt know how to change the font colour back. and just to make it seem really funny, tell all ur friends to tell all THEIR friends.) anyway, i have a fucking - in my name which ur friend with the loser name jian zhong obviously doesnt... u dun know how cool the - makes jian zhong. it's not something small and negligible. it's like the peanut in peanut butter, the pea in the peanut. it's like having sex without an orgasm. no kick.
everyday i kill 1 mosquito in my room. everyday i see 2 mosquitos in my room. after i kill 1 mosquito in my room, i'll still end up seeing 2 mosquitos after that... maybe 3. thus i conclude. u cannot kill mosquitos. they just keep coming back. and this is the 1st time i've experienced the "no matter how many of us u kill we'll just keep coming back." and the "for every one of us that u smash between ur palms of doom. hundreds more will rise up from the ashes." experience 1st hand. resistance is futile. i shld just resign to fate and let them feast on me or i cld wrap my self up in a blanket and back... or i shld just switch on the aircon and freeze those blood sucking mother fuckers outta the air.
i shld just switch on the aircon.
in fact i'm gonna do that now.
lulu got angry with me today. in fact, her msn nick is "luluuu the OFFICIAL road hazard hates adrian ong jian zhong. I HATE YOU!". this was after i changed my nick to "Puff - i dun believe u hate me cause i wun let u drive my car. it's MY CAR. MY = MINE = ADRIAN'S = NOT URS!". i'm guessing everyone can see what's the gist of the issue here. a recap for those dumb enough to not understand. lulu passed her driving GMT sometimethismorning, upon talking to her on msn, she proceeded to ask me if she cld drive my car. i then proceeded with a refusal, taking into account that she JUST PASSED. thus, having little/NO REAL LIFE DRIVING EXPERIENCE. anyways, she then started ranting and raving about how mean i was...
thus began the nick naming war... and to be objective here. note that i DID NOT NAME NAMES! freak!!! note that i did not say "Puff - i dun believe u hate me cause i wun let u drive my car. it's MY CAR. MY = MINE = ADRIAN'S = not XXXXX!". i believe that as much as people bitch and rant about people, naming people on the internet is despicable and not professional. where is the personal satisfaction on that, does it solve anything, wld it make u feel better. as far as i can see, if both parties have a mind to, things can get really ugly. p.s i'm not restricting it to msn... blogs, comments, emails etc etc. to top things off! she told me that there's are so many people with my name... she's knows an adrian ong (me) she knows a jian zhong(not me. and mine is jian - zhong. (okay, i dunno how to change the font back to the default colour. i cant be bothered to try after failing twice, i dun wanna choose black cause then when i post it u wun be able to see anything. i cannot write in black cause then i cannot see what i am typing and i figured that if i'm gonna write it in another colour red is as good a colour as any. and i just wanted to make the - in red... but yeah. stop laughing. i mean it. fuck... laugh ur ass off. tell ALL ur friends that u know a dick who doesnt know how to change the font colour back. and just to make it seem really funny, tell all ur friends to tell all THEIR friends.) anyway, i have a fucking - in my name which ur friend with the loser name jian zhong obviously doesnt... u dun know how cool the - makes jian zhong. it's not something small and negligible. it's like the peanut in peanut butter, the pea in the peanut. it's like having sex without an orgasm. no kick.
everyday i kill 1 mosquito in my room. everyday i see 2 mosquitos in my room. after i kill 1 mosquito in my room, i'll still end up seeing 2 mosquitos after that... maybe 3. thus i conclude. u cannot kill mosquitos. they just keep coming back. and this is the 1st time i've experienced the "no matter how many of us u kill we'll just keep coming back." and the "for every one of us that u smash between ur palms of doom. hundreds more will rise up from the ashes." experience 1st hand. resistance is futile. i shld just resign to fate and let them feast on me or i cld wrap my self up in a blanket and back... or i shld just switch on the aircon and freeze those blood sucking mother fuckers outta the air.
i shld just switch on the aircon.
in fact i'm gonna do that now.
Wednesday, June 22, 2005
Why Do I Even
i mislead.
i cheat.
i steal.
i wallow in self pity.
i bask in vengence.
i get into fights.
i drive like there's no tomorrow.
i love with my all.
i like jazz.
i hate you.
i lie.
stupid retarded spastic me did it again. what i shall not say. with whom, it's even worst. just needed to get it off my chest. fuckity fuckity fucking fuck.
i cheat.
i steal.
i wallow in self pity.
i bask in vengence.
i get into fights.
i drive like there's no tomorrow.
i love with my all.
i like jazz.
i hate you.
i lie.
stupid retarded spastic me did it again. what i shall not say. with whom, it's even worst. just needed to get it off my chest. fuckity fuckity fucking fuck.
Last Week I Had The Strangest Dream
some slangs i learnt from heng sui.
1) 很 low. = means vv low. this is applicable for all sorts of situations where things are not going ur way and ur feeling lousy and down. ie,1) in charged told us to pack 1,000 more bags. HS proceeded by saying "wah 這樣很 low ah 很 low." 2) we were eating at food court and i paid 8 bucks for some curry rice at this stall called samy's. (i know it's a famous curry place etc etc but fucking 8 bucks for 1 meat, 3 veg, bryani rice and padapan? i say it's a bloody rip off.) upon looking at my food and the cost he proceeded to say, "wah ä½ é€™æ¨£å¾ˆ low leh."
2) own. i do not know where on earth did he pick this up from. he was talking abt some computer game where if u buy X item +Y item +Z item and u happen to be using a particular hero u will be invincible. here's wat he said, " ä½ è²·butterfly, something and something wah 很力害leh. then if ä½ æ˜¯dunno wat character then ä½ å°± OWN liao. æ²’çš„fight liao low...
3)打 + anything at all. ie, 打 game, 打 billard, 打 pool. i think 打 means play. haha, i can never understand what's with people's facination with 打. But then again, i guess it's the lingo.
4)ERROR. this is a bomb. for example, " error lah. how can do like that." "wah, ä½ é€™æ¨£å°±error liao lah. how can liddat..." " wah, error leh ni. do things do till liddat."
FYI, HS is a TYPICAL ntu student. from what i gathered from him and my friends there it is perfectly normal to be speaking like that. and most agree that i wld be speaking like that too if i were there. i cannot help but agree. haha, 3 days of him and i'm already starting to sound like him. it doesnt help that most of the people working there are from ntu as well...
we were so bored skiving at work we took a nap under the tables behind the receptionist table at suntec convection. it was heavenly, nice aircon. not too hot not too cold. perfect. carpeted cushioned flooring, keeps the warmth in, driving out the cold. firmly firm yet softly soft, like a woman's breast. sleep hits u like a tusnami crashing against the shore, over running and blanketing everything under it's endless powerful onslaught. defenseless, helpless and vunerable we surrendered to sleep, knowing that to battle against it is futile, useless and utterly hopeless.
awakening from the slumber of skiving, we proceeded to make more friends. female friends. taking up the holiest of holy grails, the pearl of the orient, our PRECIOUS, the name list that contains all the names of all female comrade in arms. no one from danielle to zoe was spared our designs. one by one all, fell to our systematic phone calls, our probes into their privacy. ( we needed to call the gals to inform them of the working hours. and we didnt have to call the guys because ALL the guys were down working. packing the things. ) the big show decided not to follow the convention to start from the top down. haha, thru some perverse thinking in his mind, he starting calling gals based on which gals he deemed had the prettiest name. now, how lame can that get... but put 6 guys on it and u've got a problem that is colossal in magnitude. i mean different people have different versions of "nice names." i might think danielle is nice. classy, sexy, intelligent. but HS might think hell to that! that's way too complicated, i like JANE! simple and nice. big show thinking that geneve (i dun think this is how u spell it but yeah the pronouciation is there) sounds like the name of an actress, of the countless porn shows he has watched and so it's nice. therein lies the dilema of which name to call. haha. but it's a good problem at least we're not arguing over whether to call peter, dick or harry. now if we were doing that then WE'VE got a major problem among us...
i know, whatever.
oh joyce, i think u look like kate too!
i think every single skinny and aneroxic looking gal i meet looks like kate.
no offense i'm not sayin ur aneroxic just that u look like it.
oh, oh. i didnt mean u too....
i meant u LOOK like not that u ARE...
ok, i seem to be getting myself into more shit instead of the reverse.
i shall go now. sneaks out the secret trap door with a puff of smoke!
toodle loos!
1) 很 low. = means vv low. this is applicable for all sorts of situations where things are not going ur way and ur feeling lousy and down. ie,1) in charged told us to pack 1,000 more bags. HS proceeded by saying "wah 這樣很 low ah 很 low." 2) we were eating at food court and i paid 8 bucks for some curry rice at this stall called samy's. (i know it's a famous curry place etc etc but fucking 8 bucks for 1 meat, 3 veg, bryani rice and padapan? i say it's a bloody rip off.) upon looking at my food and the cost he proceeded to say, "wah ä½ é€™æ¨£å¾ˆ low leh."
2) own. i do not know where on earth did he pick this up from. he was talking abt some computer game where if u buy X item +Y item +Z item and u happen to be using a particular hero u will be invincible. here's wat he said, " ä½ è²·butterfly, something and something wah 很力害leh. then if ä½ æ˜¯dunno wat character then ä½ å°± OWN liao. æ²’çš„fight liao low...
3)打 + anything at all. ie, 打 game, 打 billard, 打 pool. i think 打 means play. haha, i can never understand what's with people's facination with 打. But then again, i guess it's the lingo.
4)ERROR. this is a bomb. for example, " error lah. how can do like that." "wah, ä½ é€™æ¨£å°±error liao lah. how can liddat..." " wah, error leh ni. do things do till liddat."
FYI, HS is a TYPICAL ntu student. from what i gathered from him and my friends there it is perfectly normal to be speaking like that. and most agree that i wld be speaking like that too if i were there. i cannot help but agree. haha, 3 days of him and i'm already starting to sound like him. it doesnt help that most of the people working there are from ntu as well...
we were so bored skiving at work we took a nap under the tables behind the receptionist table at suntec convection. it was heavenly, nice aircon. not too hot not too cold. perfect. carpeted cushioned flooring, keeps the warmth in, driving out the cold. firmly firm yet softly soft, like a woman's breast. sleep hits u like a tusnami crashing against the shore, over running and blanketing everything under it's endless powerful onslaught. defenseless, helpless and vunerable we surrendered to sleep, knowing that to battle against it is futile, useless and utterly hopeless.
awakening from the slumber of skiving, we proceeded to make more friends. female friends. taking up the holiest of holy grails, the pearl of the orient, our PRECIOUS, the name list that contains all the names of all female comrade in arms. no one from danielle to zoe was spared our designs. one by one all, fell to our systematic phone calls, our probes into their privacy. ( we needed to call the gals to inform them of the working hours. and we didnt have to call the guys because ALL the guys were down working. packing the things. ) the big show decided not to follow the convention to start from the top down. haha, thru some perverse thinking in his mind, he starting calling gals based on which gals he deemed had the prettiest name. now, how lame can that get... but put 6 guys on it and u've got a problem that is colossal in magnitude. i mean different people have different versions of "nice names." i might think danielle is nice. classy, sexy, intelligent. but HS might think hell to that! that's way too complicated, i like JANE! simple and nice. big show thinking that geneve (i dun think this is how u spell it but yeah the pronouciation is there) sounds like the name of an actress, of the countless porn shows he has watched and so it's nice. therein lies the dilema of which name to call. haha. but it's a good problem at least we're not arguing over whether to call peter, dick or harry. now if we were doing that then WE'VE got a major problem among us...
i know, whatever.
oh joyce, i think u look like kate too!
i think every single skinny and aneroxic looking gal i meet looks like kate.
no offense i'm not sayin ur aneroxic just that u look like it.
oh, oh. i didnt mean u too....
i meant u LOOK like not that u ARE...
ok, i seem to be getting myself into more shit instead of the reverse.
i shall go now. sneaks out the secret trap door with a puff of smoke!
toodle loos!
Tuesday, June 21, 2005
Oh Fun, How Great Art Thou
working as an events coordinator at suntec now. it's amazing. i feel like i'm workin in a sweat shop. i work fucking 12 hr shits. from 10 in the morning to 10 at night. there's no lunch hour. no dinner hour. at least the pay's decent. i'm sufficiently pleased at wat i'm getting no complaints.
jobscope. as of now, i'm packing things into bags for the delegates of the 3rd world conference od nerophology (just means wn of kidneys). but i tell u the people i'm working with. my grp in particular. they are just fantastic. there's 6 of us in a group and i swear we're the fucking most irritating, xia lan and guai lan people there are.individually we might not be much. united u can fucking slit ur flaming wrist trying to talk sense into us. imagine u, the incharge trying to give a briefing to everyone there when suddenly this guy stands up and say,"shut up. u want it this way this way issit. okay can. shut up." i was shocked. haha. speachless. that's the big show for u. (big show is this wrestling charater who's BIG. and this guy is BIG. MOTHER FUCKINGLY, BALLS DROPPING, VAGINA LEAKINGLY BIG. not fat. BIG.)
there's this guy who believes every single piece of nonsensical shit i say. there's this poster with a little gal and i said guess how old she is. he said, "ermmm... i think maybe 3 or 4?' big show went,"nah 8 or 9." PPS'S bf, said," fuck, u think adrian knows meh. he's talking cock." adrian (I)then cooly retorted," she's my fucking cousin lah bitch!" and that guy bought it. wat a dork. a really nice guy but a bit naive. i think it's the NTU culture (another point for adrian against the evil and shocking;y skinny duo from ntu. u think it's u? YES IT'S U. ) his name is HENG SUI. sounds like heng suay. haha. for all those who dun understand hokkien heng suay = lucky unlucky. is is usually used when we want to do something unauthorized aka stupid and we decided to go along with it leaving the result to luck. ie, bom heng suay. = see whether lucky or not. forget it. i think it's lost. but it's really funny, esp if u catch the joke.
pps's bf. one of the most guai lan person i know. short of myself and a few others. he rocks. haha. aint afraid to say anything to anyone. but he has discretion though. cool potatoe.
jason. god knows of that's his real name. this is the story of a boy. a major under achiever. haha. fucking was in express stream then got kicked out and went to normal. he then proceeded to ite (usually the end of the road). now's the interesting part. this dude went to poly after that. and now he's made it into university. talk about taking the long road man. and wat a major comeback. it's amazing. imagine being down 50 - 0 in a rugby match and then winnin the match after that. haha, to make it more understandable, imagine being down 3 - 0 and then winning the game. NOT THRU PENALTY KICKS PLEASE. and this guy is old. he's fucking 22 and he's NOT IN ARMY YET. haha. he claims that the commandos want him and he wants to be an officer. if it's true then u have my utmost respect. if it's not. balls, i didnt really believe u anyway.
the work sucks but the people there are a bomb. pay's nothing fantastic but hell. it's better than 5 bucks a day. HHAHAA. eat that nuts!!!
oh and this person has a "perverted fixation" quote unquote for my blog. hahaha.
been very caught up watching lost now. and it's amazing i tell. hooked onto u, it's suspenseful and insightful but most of all it manages to capture my attention and keep me asking myself wat's going on. it's not like one of those shows that i just cannot be bothered to find the ans to because i simply lost interest in the show. maybe it has something to do with the actresses in the show.
kate is hot hot and hot. hahaha wat a hottie that women is. she's just so easy to fall in love with, daring, brave, speaking her mind and independent. like wow. plus she has a body that sizzles. haha. with a face to go along with it. but i swear she only looks good in lost. then again it doesnt matter since i only see her when she's on lost so screw it. oh and her clothes are 1 size too small. makes her small boobs look really big. HAHAHA. it's as if it's spiling outta her shirt ( epi 8 and 9. she in her small green top. absolutely captivating. oh and i think U still look A LITTLE BIT LIKE HER. A LITTLE. STRESS ON LITTLE.) there's shannon who according to pps's bf looks like a high class prostitute. haha, i saw it's cannot eat grape say grape sour. hahaha. i mean come on, u crack an egg on anypart of her body and u've got a sunny side up. no questions asked. like instant. faster than u can say high class prostitute.
jobscope. as of now, i'm packing things into bags for the delegates of the 3rd world conference od nerophology (just means wn of kidneys). but i tell u the people i'm working with. my grp in particular. they are just fantastic. there's 6 of us in a group and i swear we're the fucking most irritating, xia lan and guai lan people there are.individually we might not be much. united u can fucking slit ur flaming wrist trying to talk sense into us. imagine u, the incharge trying to give a briefing to everyone there when suddenly this guy stands up and say,"shut up. u want it this way this way issit. okay can. shut up." i was shocked. haha. speachless. that's the big show for u. (big show is this wrestling charater who's BIG. and this guy is BIG. MOTHER FUCKINGLY, BALLS DROPPING, VAGINA LEAKINGLY BIG. not fat. BIG.)
there's this guy who believes every single piece of nonsensical shit i say. there's this poster with a little gal and i said guess how old she is. he said, "ermmm... i think maybe 3 or 4?' big show went,"nah 8 or 9." PPS'S bf, said," fuck, u think adrian knows meh. he's talking cock." adrian (I)then cooly retorted," she's my fucking cousin lah bitch!" and that guy bought it. wat a dork. a really nice guy but a bit naive. i think it's the NTU culture (another point for adrian against the evil and shocking;y skinny duo from ntu. u think it's u? YES IT'S U. ) his name is HENG SUI. sounds like heng suay. haha. for all those who dun understand hokkien heng suay = lucky unlucky. is is usually used when we want to do something unauthorized aka stupid and we decided to go along with it leaving the result to luck. ie, bom heng suay. = see whether lucky or not. forget it. i think it's lost. but it's really funny, esp if u catch the joke.
pps's bf. one of the most guai lan person i know. short of myself and a few others. he rocks. haha. aint afraid to say anything to anyone. but he has discretion though. cool potatoe.
jason. god knows of that's his real name. this is the story of a boy. a major under achiever. haha. fucking was in express stream then got kicked out and went to normal. he then proceeded to ite (usually the end of the road). now's the interesting part. this dude went to poly after that. and now he's made it into university. talk about taking the long road man. and wat a major comeback. it's amazing. imagine being down 50 - 0 in a rugby match and then winnin the match after that. haha, to make it more understandable, imagine being down 3 - 0 and then winning the game. NOT THRU PENALTY KICKS PLEASE. and this guy is old. he's fucking 22 and he's NOT IN ARMY YET. haha. he claims that the commandos want him and he wants to be an officer. if it's true then u have my utmost respect. if it's not. balls, i didnt really believe u anyway.
the work sucks but the people there are a bomb. pay's nothing fantastic but hell. it's better than 5 bucks a day. HHAHAA. eat that nuts!!!
oh and this person has a "perverted fixation" quote unquote for my blog. hahaha.
been very caught up watching lost now. and it's amazing i tell. hooked onto u, it's suspenseful and insightful but most of all it manages to capture my attention and keep me asking myself wat's going on. it's not like one of those shows that i just cannot be bothered to find the ans to because i simply lost interest in the show. maybe it has something to do with the actresses in the show.
kate is hot hot and hot. hahaha wat a hottie that women is. she's just so easy to fall in love with, daring, brave, speaking her mind and independent. like wow. plus she has a body that sizzles. haha. with a face to go along with it. but i swear she only looks good in lost. then again it doesnt matter since i only see her when she's on lost so screw it. oh and her clothes are 1 size too small. makes her small boobs look really big. HAHAHA. it's as if it's spiling outta her shirt ( epi 8 and 9. she in her small green top. absolutely captivating. oh and i think U still look A LITTLE BIT LIKE HER. A LITTLE. STRESS ON LITTLE.) there's shannon who according to pps's bf looks like a high class prostitute. haha, i saw it's cannot eat grape say grape sour. hahaha. i mean come on, u crack an egg on anypart of her body and u've got a sunny side up. no questions asked. like instant. faster than u can say high class prostitute.
Sunday, June 19, 2005
MOST
now, if u can fucking guess what this company does i'll fucking give u a million bucks. unless of course ur parents, relatives own this company. if they do u ought to seriously tell them that the name is nothing short of lame, retarded, spastic and plain dumb. who the hell wld call their company million oppulent services and trading?!?! and to top it of, a proudly placed (MOST) like what the fuck... what are u trying to imply? that u can offer the MOST to ur customers. u freaking sound like some malaysian government branch. at least the SMRT had enough brains to leave out the a, thus avoided making it SMART. and i do not think that out of the thousands of scholars in the govt branch they could not think of something if they wanted to make their acroymn SMART. how abt singapore mass avalible rapid transport. now calling them that wld REALLY make the so fucking SMART. if ur the person who owns this company i'm really sorry. at least u'll be getting free publicity... ja? aff!!!
btw, this company sells fruits at toa payoh... FRUITS. and they call themselves MILLION OPPULENT SERVICES AND TRADING... i mean where is the link? is it me or i see no ball...?
i've tested 3 pple to see whether they cld figure what this compant sells. none of them got it. there might be 2 possibilities, 1) the women just dun get it. 2) people just dun get it. i'll stick with the latter cause i dun believe that gender plays a part in this qns. for those who think otherwise, i think ur deluded, deranged and depraved.
another name that i cannot stand. PROTON. i mean why on earth wld u want to call ur car brand a proton... what are u trying to say? that ur car is charged positively... i'll just say that ur company is small stuck in a nuclus and forever travelling in circles. haha. how apt how apt. i wonder when u'll go beyond ur native shores and MAYBE try hitting the international market. maybe next time u launch a model how abt calling it the electron and for the subsequent model, the neutron... haha, they sound like evil villians from batman. once ur done maybe the joker and the riddler?
i can never fathom why the evil characters must have "the" in front of them. like i've mentioned. the joker and the the riddler... while we must stress that good characters are men. ie, batMAN, superMAN, iceMAN, x-MEN and to top it off, wonderwoMAN. wait a sec, it's wonderWOMAN... hahaha! u sure got me wondering babe.
p.s i finally got pics up here and it's all thanks to u know how. lol, ur a gem! or is it jem...? no i think it's gem.
and upon futher discussion with winnie, a stalker is someone who must KNOW in someway. and that person needs to read ur blog and not leave comments or let u know he/she is reading ur blog. "this then makes the person very scary as u dun even know that someone who knows u is reading ut blog." i shall now paraphrase, imagine meeting the person and he goes oh yah i read abt that in ur blog(let's say u dun know that person very well. wtf!!!)
oh i saw the gal that flashed her boobs on her blog. i must say, not that bad. but she's 16?!! sexually active. i wonder how true. and if its true, she ought to know her legal rights man. imagine the kinda money she wld earn thru blackmail of the number of people she cld send to jail. STAGGERING on both counts. man, play ur cards right and u'll be a millionaire at twenty. maybe pubilshing a biography wld help. the next annabelle chong in the making? ur future is so BRIGHT.
Wednesday, June 15, 2005
Much Ado About Nothing
my friend told me that people who read other pple's blog but dun leave comments etc etc are called stalkers... wat weird friends i have. stalkers... cheh.
i sent an sms saying "hey can i get lost from u soon." and i didnt even realised it sounded strange till she told me. haha, sometimes i wonder wat goes thru this numbskull of mine. aha. actually i meant could i get the tv series lost from u. but u put 2 and 2 together walah! u get crepe... HAHAHA. crap i mean. pardon me. imagine if there was some tension btw me and her. i swear the reply wldnt be do u realise ur sms sounded werid.
this is a really nice song. BUT IT CAN FUCKING GET ON UR NERVES, I SWEAR. the lyrics are really good for about the 1st 2 stanzas. i can only conclude that the postal service just ran out of lyrics to sing about. instead, they freaking sang the same 8 words 19 times. MY GOD.... it was such a promising song. the 1st few times i heard it i tot that my winamp was screwing up and that it was on reapeat or something. but NO. next i tot the song i had was corrupted so i downloaded another one. but NO. refusing to accept that the song is screwed i went to search for it's lyrics. i am no convinced that the postal service is screwed up. wat kinda song sings the same 8 words 19 times... come on. u gotta be kidding me. it's like one of those songs that go lalalalalala lalalalala lalalalala... wat's the deal. damn shit.
i sent an sms saying "hey can i get lost from u soon." and i didnt even realised it sounded strange till she told me. haha, sometimes i wonder wat goes thru this numbskull of mine. aha. actually i meant could i get the tv series lost from u. but u put 2 and 2 together walah! u get crepe... HAHAHA. crap i mean. pardon me. imagine if there was some tension btw me and her. i swear the reply wldnt be do u realise ur sms sounded werid.
THE POSTAL SERVICE LYRICS"Sleeping In"
Last week I had the strangest dream
Where everything was exactly how it seemed
Where there was never any mystery of who shot John F. Kennedy
It was just a man with something to prove
Slightly bored and severely confused
He steadied his rifle with his target in the center
And became famous on that day in November
Don't wake me I plan on sleeping
Don't wake me I plan on sleeping in
Don't wake me I plan on sleeping
Don't wake me I plan on sleeping in
Again last night I had that strange dream
Where everything was exactly how it seemed
Where concerns about the world getting warmer
The people thought they were just being rewarded
For treating others as they'd like to be treated
For obeying stop signs and curing diseases
For mailing letters with the address of the sender
Now we can swim any day in November
Don't wake me I plan on sleeping (now we can swim any day in November)
Don't wake me I plan on sleeping in
Don't wake me I plan on sleeping
Don't wake me I plan on sleeping in[x3]
Don't wake me I plan on sleeping in
Don't wake me I plan on sleepingOOo oOo oOo[x2]
Don't wake me I plan on sleeping in
Don't wake me I plan on sleepingOOo oOo oOo(Don't wake me I plan on sleeping inDon't wake me I plan on sleeping)
Don't wake me I plan on sleeping in
Don't wake me I plan on sleepingOOo oOo oOo
this is a really nice song. BUT IT CAN FUCKING GET ON UR NERVES, I SWEAR. the lyrics are really good for about the 1st 2 stanzas. i can only conclude that the postal service just ran out of lyrics to sing about. instead, they freaking sang the same 8 words 19 times. MY GOD.... it was such a promising song. the 1st few times i heard it i tot that my winamp was screwing up and that it was on reapeat or something. but NO. next i tot the song i had was corrupted so i downloaded another one. but NO. refusing to accept that the song is screwed i went to search for it's lyrics. i am no convinced that the postal service is screwed up. wat kinda song sings the same 8 words 19 times... come on. u gotta be kidding me. it's like one of those songs that go lalalalalala lalalalala lalalalala... wat's the deal. damn shit.
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
Did You Know
did u know that since i started driving i've spent $4334 on petrol. travelled some 100,453km and got into 2 accidents where people banged me for no good reason and 1 accident where i crashed into a wall because i was talking on the hp.
did u know that macdonalds donates 5 cents from every kids happy meal to the ronald macdonald children charity fund.
did u know that there are as many colours in a rainbow as there are colours.
did u know that when a gal says do u want to eat she's actually saying she's hungry.
did u know that every baby that i have an intention to make cry i make cry.
and every baby that i want to play with ends up crying.
and that whenever my friends' baby cries the whole room looks at me as if i fucking raped somebody.
did u know that i never dream at night. or if i do i dun remember it. and the only times i dream i dream about the big c.
and everytime i dream of her something bad is gonna happen.
that i just dreamt of her last week and a person that i know passed on.
did u know that this gal actually told me that she thinks that i ONLY chase hot and pretty gals.
and that another gal told me exactly the same thing.
is it a sin that all the gals i used to date are hot and pretty?
did u know that when ur reading this blog ur reading what i type.
did u know that that translates into u reading what i want u to read.
and did u know that that means that although i am nairda gno, nairda gno is not me.
which means that wat ur reading is a part of me but it is not me. if u touched the horn of a rhino can u say that a rhino is hard, sharp, long and not too big. that it is cold to touch? if u can then i'm speechless. if not u ought to know wat i'm driving at.
did u know that macdonalds donates 5 cents from every kids happy meal to the ronald macdonald children charity fund.
did u know that there are as many colours in a rainbow as there are colours.
did u know that when a gal says do u want to eat she's actually saying she's hungry.
did u know that every baby that i have an intention to make cry i make cry.
and every baby that i want to play with ends up crying.
and that whenever my friends' baby cries the whole room looks at me as if i fucking raped somebody.
did u know that i never dream at night. or if i do i dun remember it. and the only times i dream i dream about the big c.
and everytime i dream of her something bad is gonna happen.
that i just dreamt of her last week and a person that i know passed on.
did u know that this gal actually told me that she thinks that i ONLY chase hot and pretty gals.
and that another gal told me exactly the same thing.
is it a sin that all the gals i used to date are hot and pretty?
did u know that when ur reading this blog ur reading what i type.
did u know that that translates into u reading what i want u to read.
and did u know that that means that although i am nairda gno, nairda gno is not me.
which means that wat ur reading is a part of me but it is not me. if u touched the horn of a rhino can u say that a rhino is hard, sharp, long and not too big. that it is cold to touch? if u can then i'm speechless. if not u ought to know wat i'm driving at.
Monday, June 13, 2005
Under Construction
i've decided to give up smoking. haha, i've guess those who know me have heard me say this a hundred thousand times. anyways. this time it's for real. now wipe off those smirks and get rid of the line, "now where did i hear that before." this time, it's for real. HAHAHA.
it's the 2nd smokeless day and i've not gotten off my bed for 2 days. if this keeps up i swear my muscles will start degenerating. okay, actually the 2nd day is not over yet but it's day 2! for those who dun smoke, i think it's quite an accomplishment but then again, it's not even 2 days so wat the hell. oh, by the way shld i start smoking, it'll be the 1st time i've deleted a post on my blog. so either way it's gonna be a win win situation, the kinda of situation that i cannot ever get sick to find myself in. in fact, if i were a negotiater, i think i'll be able to sell oil to a sheik and prostitutes to a pimp. now where on earth did the last line come from...? wat the hell.
oh, thanks to winnie, i've discovered that i can add colours to my blog! colours of the rainbow like red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and violet. i know it sounds pretty stupid and bimbotic but at least give me credit for owning up and admiting to my stupidity and it's not all my fault that i didnt discover it earlier. there's a long story why i didnt discover it on my own and not one i wld like to share, so stop shaking ur head. even genuises fall sometimes. u cant always be the top dog, somedays u'll just have to make do with being a hot dog. HAHAHA, i cant believe i said that. blistering barnacles and holy macaronis, someone save me.
anyways, i kinda forgot how to add photos into a my blog... sorry babe, wld u please leave me a msg to remind me how to do it? or we cld meet up again... haha, wat a wonderful student u're having. btw i still owe u one supper.
p.s let's get going earlier this time, eating time sum at 4 am aint exactly supper, feels more like breaking fast.
but hell i aint complaining. haha.
so back to my anti smoking campaign, the other day my msn nick was Puff - quitter. i got a concerned msg from ewan, she said," are u okay? wat's bothering u, u shldnt quit no matter wat. hang in there." i almost died. when i told her why i was a quitter her tone immediately changed," sometimes it's good to be a quitter. u ought to know when to give up and when to hang in there..." my god, women. they change moods faster than axle's crazy frog gets stuck in ur head. and i can never fathom why people say," he changed direction like 360 man! totally different direction." dun they understand that by travelling 360 degrees they've effectively formed a circle? which means that they are back to where they started. and if u rotate someone 360 degrees, that someone is still facing the same direction. ie, NOTHING'S CHANGE. to fully get ur point across u should say he changed direction like 180 man. but then some smart alec told me that people say 360 because it's a bigger number, thus a bigger impact. now i'm still trying to figure out that logic but if we go along that lines that we could say he changed direction 540! not big enough? try this, "he changed direction 900!" another reasoning i've heard is this 360 is a (for lack of better word) magic number(i think it's just an ah beng terminology, cld always use symbolic? or is that too many syllabus for u my friend. yes u, u know who i'm talking about. dun be shy, if ur reading this and decide to tell me off imagine if i tell EVERYONE who u actually are? haha. I KEED! I KEED!). anyway wat's so magical about 360 besides it being a multiple of 2,4,6,9,10 etc etc. or is it because it's a circle and to describe a a person having a complete change, it's better to use a circle to stress ur point. if it's not the latter then i cant see anyother reason why 360 is so magically. 900 wld seem pretty magical to me too. or are we still living in the 1960's where "the bigger the better" still rules our mind.
it's the 2nd smokeless day and i've not gotten off my bed for 2 days. if this keeps up i swear my muscles will start degenerating. okay, actually the 2nd day is not over yet but it's day 2! for those who dun smoke, i think it's quite an accomplishment but then again, it's not even 2 days so wat the hell. oh, by the way shld i start smoking, it'll be the 1st time i've deleted a post on my blog. so either way it's gonna be a win win situation, the kinda of situation that i cannot ever get sick to find myself in. in fact, if i were a negotiater, i think i'll be able to sell oil to a sheik and prostitutes to a pimp. now where on earth did the last line come from...? wat the hell.
oh, thanks to winnie, i've discovered that i can add colours to my blog! colours of the rainbow like red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and violet. i know it sounds pretty stupid and bimbotic but at least give me credit for owning up and admiting to my stupidity and it's not all my fault that i didnt discover it earlier. there's a long story why i didnt discover it on my own and not one i wld like to share, so stop shaking ur head. even genuises fall sometimes. u cant always be the top dog, somedays u'll just have to make do with being a hot dog. HAHAHA, i cant believe i said that. blistering barnacles and holy macaronis, someone save me.
anyways, i kinda forgot how to add photos into a my blog... sorry babe, wld u please leave me a msg to remind me how to do it? or we cld meet up again... haha, wat a wonderful student u're having. btw i still owe u one supper.
p.s let's get going earlier this time, eating time sum at 4 am aint exactly supper, feels more like breaking fast.
but hell i aint complaining. haha.
so back to my anti smoking campaign, the other day my msn nick was Puff - quitter. i got a concerned msg from ewan, she said," are u okay? wat's bothering u, u shldnt quit no matter wat. hang in there." i almost died. when i told her why i was a quitter her tone immediately changed," sometimes it's good to be a quitter. u ought to know when to give up and when to hang in there..." my god, women. they change moods faster than axle's crazy frog gets stuck in ur head. and i can never fathom why people say," he changed direction like 360 man! totally different direction." dun they understand that by travelling 360 degrees they've effectively formed a circle? which means that they are back to where they started. and if u rotate someone 360 degrees, that someone is still facing the same direction. ie, NOTHING'S CHANGE. to fully get ur point across u should say he changed direction like 180 man. but then some smart alec told me that people say 360 because it's a bigger number, thus a bigger impact. now i'm still trying to figure out that logic but if we go along that lines that we could say he changed direction 540! not big enough? try this, "he changed direction 900!" another reasoning i've heard is this 360 is a (for lack of better word) magic number(i think it's just an ah beng terminology, cld always use symbolic? or is that too many syllabus for u my friend. yes u, u know who i'm talking about. dun be shy, if ur reading this and decide to tell me off imagine if i tell EVERYONE who u actually are? haha. I KEED! I KEED!). anyway wat's so magical about 360 besides it being a multiple of 2,4,6,9,10 etc etc. or is it because it's a circle and to describe a a person having a complete change, it's better to use a circle to stress ur point. if it's not the latter then i cant see anyother reason why 360 is so magically. 900 wld seem pretty magical to me too. or are we still living in the 1960's where "the bigger the better" still rules our mind.
Saturday, June 11, 2005
The Butterfly Effect
been doing some reading recently and i've extremely interested in the chaos theory. now this might seem particularly deep and stuff but let's not talk about fractals. that's way too deep for me. i can regergitate wat ever i read but in reality i dun really understand wat ever it means. and for those of u who do know wat it means good for u but are u sure u really get it?
so once we minus fractals from the chaos theory we're not left with much. let's take a look at wat really caught my interest. the butterfly effect. "a butterfly flapping it's wings in hong kong can cause a tornado in texas." if we want to be funny we can always say should X fart, it might cause a snow storm in hawaii. haha.
the point here is that a minute miscalculation that is off by a thousandth can cause a huge difference in the end result. go yahoo and search for chaos theory for a better understanding. so i've decided to come up with various secnarios to show how various things might come about!
a butterfly flapped it's wings and caused spores from a fungi to be spread. over a few years this fungi grew beside the road at bishan park becoming a hadzard to all joggers as it might cause them to trip over them. one day a jogger trips on the fungi as he failed to notice it and breaks a leg. as luck wld have it, this jogger is lee kuan yew's grandson. lee kuan yew then decides to exterminate this fungi, proclaiming that it's a hazard to public safety. due to the effectiveness of the singapore civil service this fungi is now extinct in singapore. a particular rare bird happens to only feed on a type of bettle that feeds on this particular fungi. a mass migration happens, all these rare and exotic birds that attract bird enthusiast from all over the world decides to move to mat land up north to avoid extinction. as a result all these tourist stop coming to singapore and goes to mat land instead. terrorist seeing this surge in foreigners travelling to the ulu places in mat land to look at birds take this brillant opportunity to kidnap a whole bunch of them holding them ransom for the release of some of their fellow jihad ah bangs. in order to increase the pressure on the americans to release their comrades, the terrorists execute one of the hostages. too bad for them that the person they decided to kill happens to be giving the american president wat monica lewinsky wat giving bill clinton. the americans run amok wiping out mat land off the face of this earth and as a token of good will lets singapore run mat land. singapore gains a territory some 100 times it size and all because a butterfly flapped its wings.
that might sound a little far fetched like the coco crunch advertisements, "and so there was COCO CRUNCH!" but the idea is there. something to think about yah?
ps. take note of everything u say and do. u never know how much u can change a person's life for good for bad. examin your actions and think twice before u do anything.
HAHAHA. i'm so deep somethings. i'm amaze myself. (is it me or are u eyeballs rolling)
why do i feel this cold gust of wind sending shivers up my spine. (stop rolling ur eyeballs, u might go blind)
another interesting thing is 6 degrees of separation. i'll talk abt it some other time.
so once we minus fractals from the chaos theory we're not left with much. let's take a look at wat really caught my interest. the butterfly effect. "a butterfly flapping it's wings in hong kong can cause a tornado in texas." if we want to be funny we can always say should X fart, it might cause a snow storm in hawaii. haha.
the point here is that a minute miscalculation that is off by a thousandth can cause a huge difference in the end result. go yahoo and search for chaos theory for a better understanding. so i've decided to come up with various secnarios to show how various things might come about!
a butterfly flapped it's wings and caused spores from a fungi to be spread. over a few years this fungi grew beside the road at bishan park becoming a hadzard to all joggers as it might cause them to trip over them. one day a jogger trips on the fungi as he failed to notice it and breaks a leg. as luck wld have it, this jogger is lee kuan yew's grandson. lee kuan yew then decides to exterminate this fungi, proclaiming that it's a hazard to public safety. due to the effectiveness of the singapore civil service this fungi is now extinct in singapore. a particular rare bird happens to only feed on a type of bettle that feeds on this particular fungi. a mass migration happens, all these rare and exotic birds that attract bird enthusiast from all over the world decides to move to mat land up north to avoid extinction. as a result all these tourist stop coming to singapore and goes to mat land instead. terrorist seeing this surge in foreigners travelling to the ulu places in mat land to look at birds take this brillant opportunity to kidnap a whole bunch of them holding them ransom for the release of some of their fellow jihad ah bangs. in order to increase the pressure on the americans to release their comrades, the terrorists execute one of the hostages. too bad for them that the person they decided to kill happens to be giving the american president wat monica lewinsky wat giving bill clinton. the americans run amok wiping out mat land off the face of this earth and as a token of good will lets singapore run mat land. singapore gains a territory some 100 times it size and all because a butterfly flapped its wings.
that might sound a little far fetched like the coco crunch advertisements, "and so there was COCO CRUNCH!" but the idea is there. something to think about yah?
ps. take note of everything u say and do. u never know how much u can change a person's life for good for bad. examin your actions and think twice before u do anything.
HAHAHA. i'm so deep somethings. i'm amaze myself. (is it me or are u eyeballs rolling)
why do i feel this cold gust of wind sending shivers up my spine. (stop rolling ur eyeballs, u might go blind)
another interesting thing is 6 degrees of separation. i'll talk abt it some other time.
men & women
got this in an email, thought it's amusing. okay actually i got this from wee nee's website and i tot it was really funny. there credit given where it's due. =). so dun go ard saying i plagarise ur blog. and anyway even if i were, u shld be so flattered that someone is. HA. JUST BITE ME. wat a sec, u copied this too! haha. anyways.
Remember the book "Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus"? Well, here's a prime example offered by an English professor at an American University.
"Today we will experiment with a new form called the tandem story. The
process is simple. Each person will pair off with the person sitting to his or
her immediate right. One of you will then write the first paragraph of a short
story. The partner will read the first paragraph and then add another
paragraph to the story. The first person will then add a third paragraph, and so
on back and forth. Remember to re-read what has been written each time
in order to keep the story coherent. There is to be absolutely NO talking and
anything you wish to say must be written on the paper. The story is over when
both agree a conclusion has been reached."
The following was actually turned in by two of my English students: Rebecca
- last name deleted, and Gary - last name deleted.
STORY:
(first paragraph by Rebecca)
At first, Laurie couldn't decide which kind of tea she wanted. The
chamomile, which used to be her favorite for lazy evenings at home, now reminded
her too much of Carl, who once said, in happier times, that he liked chamomile.
But she felt she must now, at all costs, keep her mind off Carl. His
possessiveness was suffocating, and if she thought about him too much her asthma
started acting up again. So chamomile was out of the question.
(second paragraph by Gary)
Meanwhile, Advance Sergeant Carl Harris, leader of the attack squadron now
in orbit over Skylon 4, had more important things to think about than the
neuroses of an air-headed asthmatic bimbo named Laurie with whom he had spent
one sweaty night over a year ago. "A.S. Harris to Geostation 17, he said into
his transgalactic communicator. "Polar orbit established. No sign of resistance
so far..." But before he could sign off, a bluish particle beam flashed out of
nowhere and blasted a hole through his ship's cargo bay. The force from the
direct hit sent him flying out of his seat and across the cockpit.
(Rebecca)
He bumped his head and died almost immediately but not before he felt one
last pang of regret for psychically brutalizing the one woman who had ever had
feelings for him. Soon afterwards, Earth stopped its pointless hostilities
towards the peaceful farmers of Skylon 4. "Congress Passes Law Permanently
Abolishing War and Space Travel," Laurie read in her newspaper one morning. The
news simultaneously excited her and bored her. She stared out the window,
dreaming of her youth, when the days had passed unhurriedly and carefree, with
no newspapers to read, no television to distract from her sense of innocent
wonder at all the beautiful things around her. "Why must one lose one's
innocence to become a woman?" she pondered wistfully.
(Gary)
Little did she know, but she had less than 10 seconds to live. Thousands of
miles above the city, the Anu'udrian mothership launched the first of its
lithium fusion missiles. The dim-witted wimpy peaceniks who pushed the
Unilateral Aerospace Disarmament Treaty through the congress had left Earth a
defenseless target for the hostile alien empires who were determined to destroy
the human race. Within two hours after the passage of the treaty the Anu'udrian
ships were on course for Earth, carrying enough firepower to pulverize the
entire planet. With no one to stop them, they swiftly initiated their diabolical
plan. The lithium fusion missile entered the atmosphere unimpeded. The
President, in his top-secret Mobile submarine headquarters on the ocean floor
off the coast of Guam, felt the inconceivably massive explosion, which vaporized
poor, stupid, Laurie and 85 million other Americans. The President slammed his
fist on the conference table. "We can't allow this! I'm going to veto that
treaty! Let's blow 'em out of the sky!"
(Rebecca)
This is absurd. I refuse to continue this mockery of literature. My writing
partner is a violent, chauvinistic semi-literate adolescent.
(Gary)
Yeah? Well, you're a self-centered tedious neurotic whose attempts at
writing are the literary equivalent of Valium. "Oh shall I have chamomile tea?
Or shall I have some other sort of F*CKING TEA??? Oh no, I'm such an air
headed bimbo who reads too many Danielle Steele novels."
(Rebecca)
Asshole.
(Gary)
Bitch.
(Rebecca)
Wanker.
(Gary)
Slut.
(Rebecca)
Get f*cked.
(Gary)
Eat shit.
(Rebecca)
F*CK YOU - YOU NEANDERTHAL!!!
(Gary)
Go drink some tea - whore.
(teacher)
A+ - I really liked this one.
got this in an email, thought it's amusing. okay actually i got this from wee nee's website and i tot it was really funny. there credit given where it's due. =). so dun go ard saying i plagarise ur blog. and anyway even if i were, u shld be so flattered that someone is. HA. JUST BITE ME. wat a sec, u copied this too! haha. anyways.
Remember the book "Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus"? Well, here's a prime example offered by an English professor at an American University.
"Today we will experiment with a new form called the tandem story. The
process is simple. Each person will pair off with the person sitting to his or
her immediate right. One of you will then write the first paragraph of a short
story. The partner will read the first paragraph and then add another
paragraph to the story. The first person will then add a third paragraph, and so
on back and forth. Remember to re-read what has been written each time
in order to keep the story coherent. There is to be absolutely NO talking and
anything you wish to say must be written on the paper. The story is over when
both agree a conclusion has been reached."
The following was actually turned in by two of my English students: Rebecca
- last name deleted, and Gary - last name deleted.
STORY:
(first paragraph by Rebecca)
At first, Laurie couldn't decide which kind of tea she wanted. The
chamomile, which used to be her favorite for lazy evenings at home, now reminded
her too much of Carl, who once said, in happier times, that he liked chamomile.
But she felt she must now, at all costs, keep her mind off Carl. His
possessiveness was suffocating, and if she thought about him too much her asthma
started acting up again. So chamomile was out of the question.
(second paragraph by Gary)
Meanwhile, Advance Sergeant Carl Harris, leader of the attack squadron now
in orbit over Skylon 4, had more important things to think about than the
neuroses of an air-headed asthmatic bimbo named Laurie with whom he had spent
one sweaty night over a year ago. "A.S. Harris to Geostation 17, he said into
his transgalactic communicator. "Polar orbit established. No sign of resistance
so far..." But before he could sign off, a bluish particle beam flashed out of
nowhere and blasted a hole through his ship's cargo bay. The force from the
direct hit sent him flying out of his seat and across the cockpit.
(Rebecca)
He bumped his head and died almost immediately but not before he felt one
last pang of regret for psychically brutalizing the one woman who had ever had
feelings for him. Soon afterwards, Earth stopped its pointless hostilities
towards the peaceful farmers of Skylon 4. "Congress Passes Law Permanently
Abolishing War and Space Travel," Laurie read in her newspaper one morning. The
news simultaneously excited her and bored her. She stared out the window,
dreaming of her youth, when the days had passed unhurriedly and carefree, with
no newspapers to read, no television to distract from her sense of innocent
wonder at all the beautiful things around her. "Why must one lose one's
innocence to become a woman?" she pondered wistfully.
(Gary)
Little did she know, but she had less than 10 seconds to live. Thousands of
miles above the city, the Anu'udrian mothership launched the first of its
lithium fusion missiles. The dim-witted wimpy peaceniks who pushed the
Unilateral Aerospace Disarmament Treaty through the congress had left Earth a
defenseless target for the hostile alien empires who were determined to destroy
the human race. Within two hours after the passage of the treaty the Anu'udrian
ships were on course for Earth, carrying enough firepower to pulverize the
entire planet. With no one to stop them, they swiftly initiated their diabolical
plan. The lithium fusion missile entered the atmosphere unimpeded. The
President, in his top-secret Mobile submarine headquarters on the ocean floor
off the coast of Guam, felt the inconceivably massive explosion, which vaporized
poor, stupid, Laurie and 85 million other Americans. The President slammed his
fist on the conference table. "We can't allow this! I'm going to veto that
treaty! Let's blow 'em out of the sky!"
(Rebecca)
This is absurd. I refuse to continue this mockery of literature. My writing
partner is a violent, chauvinistic semi-literate adolescent.
(Gary)
Yeah? Well, you're a self-centered tedious neurotic whose attempts at
writing are the literary equivalent of Valium. "Oh shall I have chamomile tea?
Or shall I have some other sort of F*CKING TEA??? Oh no, I'm such an air
headed bimbo who reads too many Danielle Steele novels."
(Rebecca)
Asshole.
(Gary)
Bitch.
(Rebecca)
Wanker.
(Gary)
Slut.
(Rebecca)
Get f*cked.
(Gary)
Eat shit.
(Rebecca)
F*CK YOU - YOU NEANDERTHAL!!!
(Gary)
Go drink some tea - whore.
(teacher)
A+ - I really liked this one.
Thursday, June 09, 2005
Oh My God I Cant Believe it!
i've said the unspeakable! done the unimaginable! finished the unfinishable?
after 6 hours of endless, mind boggling work that consisted me counting, stacking, counting, shifting and more counting, boss, strolled into the warehouse and screamed my name right across the whole damn god forsaken place. upon locating me and staring with malevolent eyes, he said,"azuan(he cannot pronouce my name btw), i got good deal for u. u can work ovet time today. and i'll pay u $5 for every hour u work over time." incredulous. i fucking get 5 hours for the normal working hours and i tot he was just kidding when he told me the over time rate was the same as the normal rate, my bad. anyway, i jokingly said,"boss... how can ot pay same as normal working hour pay. at least smelly smelly 1.5 times wat." that mother fucker, cock sucker, breast groper, vagina deprieved son of a lousy whore had the cheek to go, "azuan, got ot pay vv good already, i dun even have ot pay myself." well balls to u since ur the one deciding who get's how much. stinking lousy stingy piece of cheating turd.
i snapped. too many hours smelling the INDIAN who smells like over night deorderant and cant be bothered to bathe cause he's gonna get dirty again. in addition, i dun understand how me manages to look so busy when he's not doing any work. it's like he's stuck in hell trying to roll a stone up the slope but always sliding down. no matter how often i look at him he's always busy. but when u try to see wat he's done u cant find anything. perplexing. and one more bad thing to make me more anti indian. he doesnt wanna touch wires. i think maybe seeing the white and yellow wires stirs up some racial inferiority complex in him. maybe because NONE of the wires are black. they're either gray, white or yellow. no indians and mats thank u very much. and no i'm not racist. that weirdo told me that. i quote," hey, u notice they dun make any black or brown wires. i think they're fucking racist. anyway i'm not going to pack the wires. i like boxes i'll just pack the boxes. i touch the wires.". wat ever happens once u've finished packing the boxes my stinky and weird friend. if u havent notice, the boxes are done. wat's left are the wires that just dun happen to come in ur fucking colour. grow up. at least the markers we're using is black. u dun see us using yellow or brown or white markers now do u? are we guilty of favouring u indians then? perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.
fuck off.
fuck off.
and once again for good measure. fuck off.
plus working with mr stone age who is anti anything more technologically advanced than a pen can set u back a few years. no kidding about that man. which brings me to another point. u can be working with nice people but u dun want to work with them because they are dumb. everyone who i've told that i intend to quit because working there is fucked up goes, "but u said the people are nice." YES! the people ARE nice. but they're either a) dumb (like mr blackie) b) ignorant (mr anti techonology) c) they're not nice (boss). which makes them nice to talk to, hang out with but i cannot work with them. they make my blood boil. no it doesnt even boil. it sublimes. there's NO BOILING. it just vanishes.
in continuation of the story i actually told my boss no one wld want to work over time if there was no added incentives to work over time. that fucker glared at me and said," u dun know how many pple are jealous of ur job. it's so good u still complain." now that set me boiling. "THEN U CAN GO FIND SOMEONE ELSE TO WORK HERE SINCE U THINK EVERYONE IS DYING TO WORK HERE. i aint going to work over time if ur not payin me 1.5 times and if that doesnt please u find some one else." note the lack of vulgarities. i actually do know when to control this unctrollable gap of mine. plus the fact that we were both talking so loudly to each other tons of eyes from china were staring at the two of us. me, young luke skywalker up against the evil and corrupt boss motherfucker.
that pretty much sealed my fate. i end work on monday and i dun even know whether to go to work tommorrow. anyway, it's a good $300 bucks earned. better than nothing. now i cant wait to start my suntec job, and heaven help me my tongue before it goes running off again.
after 6 hours of endless, mind boggling work that consisted me counting, stacking, counting, shifting and more counting, boss, strolled into the warehouse and screamed my name right across the whole damn god forsaken place. upon locating me and staring with malevolent eyes, he said,"azuan(he cannot pronouce my name btw), i got good deal for u. u can work ovet time today. and i'll pay u $5 for every hour u work over time." incredulous. i fucking get 5 hours for the normal working hours and i tot he was just kidding when he told me the over time rate was the same as the normal rate, my bad. anyway, i jokingly said,"boss... how can ot pay same as normal working hour pay. at least smelly smelly 1.5 times wat." that mother fucker, cock sucker, breast groper, vagina deprieved son of a lousy whore had the cheek to go, "azuan, got ot pay vv good already, i dun even have ot pay myself." well balls to u since ur the one deciding who get's how much. stinking lousy stingy piece of cheating turd.
i snapped. too many hours smelling the INDIAN who smells like over night deorderant and cant be bothered to bathe cause he's gonna get dirty again. in addition, i dun understand how me manages to look so busy when he's not doing any work. it's like he's stuck in hell trying to roll a stone up the slope but always sliding down. no matter how often i look at him he's always busy. but when u try to see wat he's done u cant find anything. perplexing. and one more bad thing to make me more anti indian. he doesnt wanna touch wires. i think maybe seeing the white and yellow wires stirs up some racial inferiority complex in him. maybe because NONE of the wires are black. they're either gray, white or yellow. no indians and mats thank u very much. and no i'm not racist. that weirdo told me that. i quote," hey, u notice they dun make any black or brown wires. i think they're fucking racist. anyway i'm not going to pack the wires. i like boxes i'll just pack the boxes. i touch the wires.". wat ever happens once u've finished packing the boxes my stinky and weird friend. if u havent notice, the boxes are done. wat's left are the wires that just dun happen to come in ur fucking colour. grow up. at least the markers we're using is black. u dun see us using yellow or brown or white markers now do u? are we guilty of favouring u indians then? perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.
fuck off.
fuck off.
and once again for good measure. fuck off.
plus working with mr stone age who is anti anything more technologically advanced than a pen can set u back a few years. no kidding about that man. which brings me to another point. u can be working with nice people but u dun want to work with them because they are dumb. everyone who i've told that i intend to quit because working there is fucked up goes, "but u said the people are nice." YES! the people ARE nice. but they're either a) dumb (like mr blackie) b) ignorant (mr anti techonology) c) they're not nice (boss). which makes them nice to talk to, hang out with but i cannot work with them. they make my blood boil. no it doesnt even boil. it sublimes. there's NO BOILING. it just vanishes.
in continuation of the story i actually told my boss no one wld want to work over time if there was no added incentives to work over time. that fucker glared at me and said," u dun know how many pple are jealous of ur job. it's so good u still complain." now that set me boiling. "THEN U CAN GO FIND SOMEONE ELSE TO WORK HERE SINCE U THINK EVERYONE IS DYING TO WORK HERE. i aint going to work over time if ur not payin me 1.5 times and if that doesnt please u find some one else." note the lack of vulgarities. i actually do know when to control this unctrollable gap of mine. plus the fact that we were both talking so loudly to each other tons of eyes from china were staring at the two of us. me, young luke skywalker up against the evil and corrupt boss motherfucker.
that pretty much sealed my fate. i end work on monday and i dun even know whether to go to work tommorrow. anyway, it's a good $300 bucks earned. better than nothing. now i cant wait to start my suntec job, and heaven help me my tongue before it goes running off again.
Wednesday, June 08, 2005
Me, Myself and I
"when u pay peanuts u hire monkeys." how fitting. i'm such a terrible employee. i swear if i ever hire myself i'll fucking fire myself. but now, i'm a believer. i firmly believe the more u pay a person the better the quality of work u'll get. if i were earning $10 per hour working at the ware house u can be assured that i'll be mopping the floor during lunch. but as it stands now... the only thing i do with regularity is slack. slack slack and then slack some more. time to work? NO FUCKING WAY. it takes me 10 mins to find a piece of equipment when i actually find it in 1 mins. i just spend the other 9 walking ard, talking to the nice people there, sitting and staring into space. my analogy is this, since u fucking pay me $5, u jolly fucking well make do with my five bucks worth of effort. sounds wrong? just bite me.
working over time today was a breeze. after my boss finally told me my over time rate, i was so disgusted, i didnt do a single thing during over time. i miraculously lost my way on the way to the rubbish dump.haha, took me 1 hr to throw the rubbish away. LOL. beat that. actually i was at mac's with this other chinese china (china chinese....) factory worker eating and talking. HA. that's wat u get for giving me no extra pay for working over time. bastard. and that china gal actually said this，"ur so lucky to be getting paid ur normal rate for over time." doesnt she know that pple get paid ABOVE their normal rate for working over time...? man, no wonder ur from china. out conversation mainly consisted of her speaking in chinese and me answering in english. how interesting. i didnt catch 3/4 of wat she was saying.
i bet she didnt catch 3/4 of wat i was saying either. the akward silence didnt become so akward after a while. we were getting used to it. but i did catch one thing though. she get's 25 a day. man, i bet she moon lights at geylang juding from her taste in clothes and watches. (she's a hottie). but that doesnt mean i'm interested. aint no way i'm marrying a china chinese. my god. wat blesphemy.
anyways beside this monkey there, there's my supervisor. this 50 plus year old man who's anti computer. he absolutely hates the idea of us computerizing the entire ware house. i mean wat's the big deal about catalouging everything into a computer program so u know where everything is, how much is left, where u sent them to. it's a whole lot more efficient that fucking writing things down on a card and then stuicking the damn card on the box. no wonder ur just a fucking senior store man at ur age. learn something for god's sake. and a reason like," u know the bad thing about having a computer is that if the computer says it's there but u cant find it. then u die.". well fuck u. it's better than having a system that tells us the item is 1) there but we cant find it. 2) not there but we find it. 3) not there and we cant find it. if ur confused, just know that the present system doesnt tell us anything. period.
next, we have our INDIAN fellow store man. this guy's dream is to get his class 3 license so he can work in his uncle's landscaping company supervising other less fortunate IDIANS aka bungas to dig up soil and place trees in them. that's besides the point. he's the king man. he can spend the whole day absolutly doing nothing. it's amazing. he walks from one rack to another then from another rack to another. on and on, carrying things mind u (he's supposed to be rearranging the items on the rack.). but at the end of the day u take a look at the items on the rack and wala! it's the same as it was in the morning!!! i swear it's BLACK magic. plus he stinks.no i'm not racist here. but he does. he actually told me he doesnt bathe in the morning after a night of drinking because he doesnt see the need when he's gonna be sweating again. well 1 reason u fucking shld is that i'm fucking smelling u. that shld be reason good enough. no wonder senile old store man who hates all things electronic doesnt want to talk to u. he'll probably faint before he gets 3 sentences out.
met an old friend on the bus. i take back wat i said. there's 1 babe on the bus to work. haha, suprisingly she managed to get my new hp number and send me this, " someone changed hp number also dunno how to tell me. to think we were so close last time..." i almost puked. after everything i've done to u and u actually bothering msging me. u must be the goddess of mercy reincarnated. haha, good to see u again. but u looked a lot prettier in jc, at least ur hair did not look like a bowl and ur smile was so much sweeter that. guess u've just seen too much of the world as well? sorry for wat i did in the past, i tot i wld live forever and so did u. but then again, i dun think u actually blamed me. i kind of blamed myself and that's why i vanished without a trace. amazing how u can bothering hitting me on the head when u so obviously knew i pretended to be asleep everytime i saw u standing at the bus stop. and i'm still blaming myself so stop saying it's okay. it doesnt work that way for me. u've not forgiven me till i forgive myself. haha, dun worry, we'll catch up soon once i end work and i promise i wun vanish this time. at least u have my new hp number. ha. and u know where i'm staying... no questions there.
oh and go listen to crazy frog by axel. it's the number hit in the uk. rocks. after ten seconds u'll either say fucking ah beng. or u'll be laughing ur ass off and swaying to the grove. trust me on this.
working over time today was a breeze. after my boss finally told me my over time rate, i was so disgusted, i didnt do a single thing during over time. i miraculously lost my way on the way to the rubbish dump.haha, took me 1 hr to throw the rubbish away. LOL. beat that. actually i was at mac's with this other chinese china (china chinese....) factory worker eating and talking. HA. that's wat u get for giving me no extra pay for working over time. bastard. and that china gal actually said this，"ur so lucky to be getting paid ur normal rate for over time." doesnt she know that pple get paid ABOVE their normal rate for working over time...? man, no wonder ur from china. out conversation mainly consisted of her speaking in chinese and me answering in english. how interesting. i didnt catch 3/4 of wat she was saying.
i bet she didnt catch 3/4 of wat i was saying either. the akward silence didnt become so akward after a while. we were getting used to it. but i did catch one thing though. she get's 25 a day. man, i bet she moon lights at geylang juding from her taste in clothes and watches. (she's a hottie). but that doesnt mean i'm interested. aint no way i'm marrying a china chinese. my god. wat blesphemy.
anyways beside this monkey there, there's my supervisor. this 50 plus year old man who's anti computer. he absolutely hates the idea of us computerizing the entire ware house. i mean wat's the big deal about catalouging everything into a computer program so u know where everything is, how much is left, where u sent them to. it's a whole lot more efficient that fucking writing things down on a card and then stuicking the damn card on the box. no wonder ur just a fucking senior store man at ur age. learn something for god's sake. and a reason like," u know the bad thing about having a computer is that if the computer says it's there but u cant find it. then u die.". well fuck u. it's better than having a system that tells us the item is 1) there but we cant find it. 2) not there but we find it. 3) not there and we cant find it. if ur confused, just know that the present system doesnt tell us anything. period.
next, we have our INDIAN fellow store man. this guy's dream is to get his class 3 license so he can work in his uncle's landscaping company supervising other less fortunate IDIANS aka bungas to dig up soil and place trees in them. that's besides the point. he's the king man. he can spend the whole day absolutly doing nothing. it's amazing. he walks from one rack to another then from another rack to another. on and on, carrying things mind u (he's supposed to be rearranging the items on the rack.). but at the end of the day u take a look at the items on the rack and wala! it's the same as it was in the morning!!! i swear it's BLACK magic. plus he stinks.no i'm not racist here. but he does. he actually told me he doesnt bathe in the morning after a night of drinking because he doesnt see the need when he's gonna be sweating again. well 1 reason u fucking shld is that i'm fucking smelling u. that shld be reason good enough. no wonder senile old store man who hates all things electronic doesnt want to talk to u. he'll probably faint before he gets 3 sentences out.
met an old friend on the bus. i take back wat i said. there's 1 babe on the bus to work. haha, suprisingly she managed to get my new hp number and send me this, " someone changed hp number also dunno how to tell me. to think we were so close last time..." i almost puked. after everything i've done to u and u actually bothering msging me. u must be the goddess of mercy reincarnated. haha, good to see u again. but u looked a lot prettier in jc, at least ur hair did not look like a bowl and ur smile was so much sweeter that. guess u've just seen too much of the world as well? sorry for wat i did in the past, i tot i wld live forever and so did u. but then again, i dun think u actually blamed me. i kind of blamed myself and that's why i vanished without a trace. amazing how u can bothering hitting me on the head when u so obviously knew i pretended to be asleep everytime i saw u standing at the bus stop. and i'm still blaming myself so stop saying it's okay. it doesnt work that way for me. u've not forgiven me till i forgive myself. haha, dun worry, we'll catch up soon once i end work and i promise i wun vanish this time. at least u have my new hp number. ha. and u know where i'm staying... no questions there.
oh and go listen to crazy frog by axel. it's the number hit in the uk. rocks. after ten seconds u'll either say fucking ah beng. or u'll be laughing ur ass off and swaying to the grove. trust me on this.
Tuesday, June 07, 2005
Trainspotting
I HATE BUSES. to be more exact, i hate taking buses. it's as if my eight characters clash with all the bloody eight characters of buses.
1 - i leave my house early so as to not be late for work. so if u count waiting time etc etc, i shld reach my office at 815 - 825 if i leave my house at 730. but no, i leave my house at 730 and i reach my office at 755. work starts at 830 btw and i'm a sucker for being late. oh, and i need to change bus, that means (for those intellectually challenged) i take 2 buses... imagine that. bishan to ubi in 25 mins taking public transport, in the peak hour morning rush.
2 - after a hard day's work and i wanna get home asap. for no better reason than to rest and met my friends later on at night. and the fucking bus takes 10 thousand years to come. and instead of being pleasantly suprised like i always am in the moring, i see EVERY OTHER bus pass me by. and just to rub it in, i see EVERY OTHER BUS go pass me AGAIN. beat that. it's like some on up there just decided to take me for a ride. it takes me 45 mins to get home... fucking almost double the time it takes me to get to work. and i work over time, so THERE'S NO PEAK HOUR TRAFFIC.
3 - i bet if i'm late for work, it's gonna take me 45 mins to get to work.
4 - there's the usual sweaty, noisy (ntu pple mostly) and plain smelly (indians. sorry to all the indians out there and those dating indians... u guys rock. i want an indian gf. a north indian one. like those u see winning miss universe. hell i bet they dun smell like coconuts or overnight deorderant)
5 - there aint no pretty gals on buses now a days... it's a far cry from back when i was a busser. i used to look forward to getting for the bus for nothing more than the prospect of having eye candy to gaze upon while waiting for my stop to come. now,it's aunties and aunties and the occasional grandma. it's like a social stigma now, young and hot gals pls take the mrt. aunties and ah ma's, pls take the bus. WAT THE HELL! or maybe it's the place i'm working... ubi. it's ground zero for babes. and those that seem good live by this analogy "from far look good but actually far from good". it's like finding a thousand dollar bill on the road and upon closer inspection u'll realised it's a hell note( money pple burn to dead pple). the disappoint, huge. but the plus point abt it. u get immune to it after a while. it's like living without hope. u see one seeming ly not bad gal and u go, she's a decepticon( looks good from the back, wait till u see the front)
u know when u watch star wars, how yoda and obi one are always telling us to beware the dark side. how fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate and hate leads to the DARK SIDE. but have u ever asked urself wat is the other side? the light side? or is the good side? or is it the direct opposite - THE BRIGHT SIDE. imagine the vader telling his son, luke, join the dark side. beware the BRIGHT SIDE of the force... imainge all young sith students going for lessons and their masters telling them, "peace leads to happiness, happiness leads to love and love leads to the BRIGHT SIDE." where is the impact i ask.
1 - i leave my house early so as to not be late for work. so if u count waiting time etc etc, i shld reach my office at 815 - 825 if i leave my house at 730. but no, i leave my house at 730 and i reach my office at 755. work starts at 830 btw and i'm a sucker for being late. oh, and i need to change bus, that means (for those intellectually challenged) i take 2 buses... imagine that. bishan to ubi in 25 mins taking public transport, in the peak hour morning rush.
2 - after a hard day's work and i wanna get home asap. for no better reason than to rest and met my friends later on at night. and the fucking bus takes 10 thousand years to come. and instead of being pleasantly suprised like i always am in the moring, i see EVERY OTHER bus pass me by. and just to rub it in, i see EVERY OTHER BUS go pass me AGAIN. beat that. it's like some on up there just decided to take me for a ride. it takes me 45 mins to get home... fucking almost double the time it takes me to get to work. and i work over time, so THERE'S NO PEAK HOUR TRAFFIC.
3 - i bet if i'm late for work, it's gonna take me 45 mins to get to work.
4 - there's the usual sweaty, noisy (ntu pple mostly) and plain smelly (indians. sorry to all the indians out there and those dating indians... u guys rock. i want an indian gf. a north indian one. like those u see winning miss universe. hell i bet they dun smell like coconuts or overnight deorderant)
5 - there aint no pretty gals on buses now a days... it's a far cry from back when i was a busser. i used to look forward to getting for the bus for nothing more than the prospect of having eye candy to gaze upon while waiting for my stop to come. now,it's aunties and aunties and the occasional grandma. it's like a social stigma now, young and hot gals pls take the mrt. aunties and ah ma's, pls take the bus. WAT THE HELL! or maybe it's the place i'm working... ubi. it's ground zero for babes. and those that seem good live by this analogy "from far look good but actually far from good". it's like finding a thousand dollar bill on the road and upon closer inspection u'll realised it's a hell note( money pple burn to dead pple). the disappoint, huge. but the plus point abt it. u get immune to it after a while. it's like living without hope. u see one seeming ly not bad gal and u go, she's a decepticon( looks good from the back, wait till u see the front)
u know when u watch star wars, how yoda and obi one are always telling us to beware the dark side. how fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate and hate leads to the DARK SIDE. but have u ever asked urself wat is the other side? the light side? or is the good side? or is it the direct opposite - THE BRIGHT SIDE. imagine the vader telling his son, luke, join the dark side. beware the BRIGHT SIDE of the force... imainge all young sith students going for lessons and their masters telling them, "peace leads to happiness, happiness leads to love and love leads to the BRIGHT SIDE." where is the impact i ask.
Monday, June 06, 2005
You'll Laugh Till You Cry
1st things 1st, i've been dying to tell the whole world this! i have 2 friends. let's call them hobbes and the other V. yeap, v has been appearing loads and loads but she's a gem. so full of gossip.
anyways, a short flashback. v and hobbes had a relationship in the past. v liked hobbes and hobbes liked v's money. short and sweet. anyway, like all good love stories hobbes took v for granted and finally realised how much he liked v only when v was on the verge of getting hitched to the guy who ultimately ripped her heart out. HA! stop digressing adrian!!! anyways, hobbes write v a 3 page letter declaring his undying love for v! and as all good love stories go v decides he's not worth her time and moves on.
now! v and hobbes are out together on a "date". v says "how nice it wld be if they were to get back together." hobbes replies," we were never together but sometimes i wish we were. i wld treat u so much better than him." v sheepishly replies " i wasn't refering to u..."
imagine the dilema of v when faced with such a statement. to rebutt it ur mean. to keep it quiet means ur agreeing. wat a boat to be stuck on.... i'll rather be facing a 60km walk. haha! okok maybe not a 60km walk. wat wld u have done? lol. this is so intereting. a hundred and one ways thru a minefield are u good enough to get thru?
remember when i said working for anything under 6 is working for free? well adrian ong is officially working for free.... haha i'm a storeman now. for $5 per hour. sucks! but lunch and dinner are not deducted... so it's 5 plus per hour... hell if it were me bitching abt someone else i'll insist it's working for free... but i'm happy where i'm working! friends there. great pple to work with. and in line woth the fortune tellers, no babes there at all! wat a great environment to be in... absolutely NOTHING TO LOOK FORWARD TO. but then that's probably why work is going on so well. my boss thinks me and my friend are geniuses cause we are undergrads, plus the fact that we suggested using excel to computerise the inventory... can u imagine that! suggest excel and suddenly ur a genius. ha! but then again, maybe not everyone wld suggest using excel. some wld just not see the problem, others wld be too shy to speak up, while some just plain cant be bothered... i think i covered every personality type there.
there's this gal in school called BY. anyway, i'm going to states with her. while i tot she was so so, not bad all. turns out some of the smu ruggers think she's A BOMB. haha, spoke to her for 5 mins during training and i cld feel all those green stares at me. upon stepping of the field, i was bombarded by a thousand and one qns. giving a smug rebutt like " i'm going tot the states with her. ALONE." just got me a series of slaps to the back. net result - priceless. wld i do it again? i'll never get sick of it. the male ego... it's amazing. if mine cld supply electricity, i'll power every major city for a thousand years. OOPS, there, it's working again... somebody STOP ME.
didnt mean to run right over u... some one else stop me...
GOMINDASAI! HOPE YOUR NOT HURT TOO BAD!
i'm unstoppable.
oh, and to eunice in case i forget to sms u on ur bday, well... here it is! HAPPY BIRTHDAY IN ADVANCE!
i'll remember u bday.
oh and to ewan. love ur badminton raquet. doubt u'll be seeing it anytime soon!
v, i still love u. go out with me more. i love paying half the price and getting the whole meal minus 10 fries.
jing, BITE ME.
anyways, a short flashback. v and hobbes had a relationship in the past. v liked hobbes and hobbes liked v's money. short and sweet. anyway, like all good love stories hobbes took v for granted and finally realised how much he liked v only when v was on the verge of getting hitched to the guy who ultimately ripped her heart out. HA! stop digressing adrian!!! anyways, hobbes write v a 3 page letter declaring his undying love for v! and as all good love stories go v decides he's not worth her time and moves on.
now! v and hobbes are out together on a "date". v says "how nice it wld be if they were to get back together." hobbes replies," we were never together but sometimes i wish we were. i wld treat u so much better than him." v sheepishly replies " i wasn't refering to u..."
imagine the dilema of v when faced with such a statement. to rebutt it ur mean. to keep it quiet means ur agreeing. wat a boat to be stuck on.... i'll rather be facing a 60km walk. haha! okok maybe not a 60km walk. wat wld u have done? lol. this is so intereting. a hundred and one ways thru a minefield are u good enough to get thru?
remember when i said working for anything under 6 is working for free? well adrian ong is officially working for free.... haha i'm a storeman now. for $5 per hour. sucks! but lunch and dinner are not deducted... so it's 5 plus per hour... hell if it were me bitching abt someone else i'll insist it's working for free... but i'm happy where i'm working! friends there. great pple to work with. and in line woth the fortune tellers, no babes there at all! wat a great environment to be in... absolutely NOTHING TO LOOK FORWARD TO. but then that's probably why work is going on so well. my boss thinks me and my friend are geniuses cause we are undergrads, plus the fact that we suggested using excel to computerise the inventory... can u imagine that! suggest excel and suddenly ur a genius. ha! but then again, maybe not everyone wld suggest using excel. some wld just not see the problem, others wld be too shy to speak up, while some just plain cant be bothered... i think i covered every personality type there.
there's this gal in school called BY. anyway, i'm going to states with her. while i tot she was so so, not bad all. turns out some of the smu ruggers think she's A BOMB. haha, spoke to her for 5 mins during training and i cld feel all those green stares at me. upon stepping of the field, i was bombarded by a thousand and one qns. giving a smug rebutt like " i'm going tot the states with her. ALONE." just got me a series of slaps to the back. net result - priceless. wld i do it again? i'll never get sick of it. the male ego... it's amazing. if mine cld supply electricity, i'll power every major city for a thousand years. OOPS, there, it's working again... somebody STOP ME.
didnt mean to run right over u... some one else stop me...
GOMINDASAI! HOPE YOUR NOT HURT TOO BAD!
i'm unstoppable.
oh, and to eunice in case i forget to sms u on ur bday, well... here it is! HAPPY BIRTHDAY IN ADVANCE!
i'll remember u bday.
oh and to ewan. love ur badminton raquet. doubt u'll be seeing it anytime soon!
v, i still love u. go out with me more. i love paying half the price and getting the whole meal minus 10 fries.
jing, BITE ME.
Sunday, June 05, 2005
Bullocks! Bullocks! Bullocks!
songs to cruise to.
keane - the entire albulm.
1. Kaisercheifs - everyday i love u less and less (for the angry + jealous type)
2. the coral - in the morning (for those whose sunshine just never go out)
3. jeff buckley - hallelujah (PRAISE THE LORD)
4. peter kay - road to amarillo (on a good day, ie, i picked a wallet with $200)
5. the kingston trio - tom doodley (conscience, conscience...)
6. lou reed - romeo had juliette (so sweet? nah... listen to it.)
7. guns and roses - sweet child of mine (it's classic.)
8. u2 - with or without u
9. robbie williams - my way (when everyone tells u it's a right turn but u go left)
10. the smiths - there is a light that never go (when u get into a SERIOUS accident)
this is in no order of merit.and i w;ld love to continue but have to go cook dinner for my family. how fucked up is that. no how sweet, how nice or wow, u love ur family so much. when u have to do it u have to do it. not much of a choice. it sucks. the smell of garlic sticking to ur hands and the greasy oil conditioning ur hair. fucked. simply fucked.
keane - the entire albulm.
1. Kaisercheifs - everyday i love u less and less (for the angry + jealous type)
2. the coral - in the morning (for those whose sunshine just never go out)
3. jeff buckley - hallelujah (PRAISE THE LORD)
4. peter kay - road to amarillo (on a good day, ie, i picked a wallet with $200)
5. the kingston trio - tom doodley (conscience, conscience...)
6. lou reed - romeo had juliette (so sweet? nah... listen to it.)
7. guns and roses - sweet child of mine (it's classic.)
8. u2 - with or without u
9. robbie williams - my way (when everyone tells u it's a right turn but u go left)
10. the smiths - there is a light that never go (when u get into a SERIOUS accident)
this is in no order of merit.and i w;ld love to continue but have to go cook dinner for my family. how fucked up is that. no how sweet, how nice or wow, u love ur family so much. when u have to do it u have to do it. not much of a choice. it sucks. the smell of garlic sticking to ur hands and the greasy oil conditioning ur hair. fucked. simply fucked.
Thursday, June 02, 2005
U HEARTLANDER!
just heard the most shocking insult that i've ever come across. this gal calls herself "goddess jing" and it's no understatement to say that she belives that the world lives for her. that everything revoles around her. she sincerely believes that she is the centre of the universe, the sun in our solar system.
and the shocking phrase is " u bloody fucking heartlander", now a heartlander is someone who stays in well... the heartlands. haha, okok, he/she is someone who stays in a HDB flat, or at least that's wat i gathered from her. i was shocked and amazed that she actually judged pple based on their social well being. and jing, for ur info, not everyone who stays in a HDB cannot afford something better. for some it's a matter of choice.
another sterotype of the heartlander that i was told is the fact that 80% of them speak chinese, that's for the chinese. which is "uncool and loserish..." quote, unquote. since when did pple decide that u were the coolest thing to grace the face of this planet. babe, u fucking amaze me.
and the reason why she dumped her bf, " he's a fucking heartlander who does not have any money. he doesnt drive and he doesnt have a car. i cannot imagine sending him home everytime we go out. at least Je drives and has a car..." u can say the goddess jing is a material gal living the material life.wat ever happened to love...? guess she must be the goddess of gold. haha, get the pun? it's chinese, where jing = gold.
anyway, ur one of the most fucked up pple that i've ever met and i'm glad that i walked out on u back then before u could continue to wrap my thinking and change me into the cold heartless materialistic bitch that u are now. P.s, stop screwin with JE, dun think he doesnt know ur having an affair in the states just because ur close friends wun tell anyone. how in the world do u think i've know abt it? and dun think i dun dare tell him. HA. BURN BITCH.
and the shocking phrase is " u bloody fucking heartlander", now a heartlander is someone who stays in well... the heartlands. haha, okok, he/she is someone who stays in a HDB flat, or at least that's wat i gathered from her. i was shocked and amazed that she actually judged pple based on their social well being. and jing, for ur info, not everyone who stays in a HDB cannot afford something better. for some it's a matter of choice.
another sterotype of the heartlander that i was told is the fact that 80% of them speak chinese, that's for the chinese. which is "uncool and loserish..." quote, unquote. since when did pple decide that u were the coolest thing to grace the face of this planet. babe, u fucking amaze me.
and the reason why she dumped her bf, " he's a fucking heartlander who does not have any money. he doesnt drive and he doesnt have a car. i cannot imagine sending him home everytime we go out. at least Je drives and has a car..." u can say the goddess jing is a material gal living the material life.wat ever happened to love...? guess she must be the goddess of gold. haha, get the pun? it's chinese, where jing = gold.
anyway, ur one of the most fucked up pple that i've ever met and i'm glad that i walked out on u back then before u could continue to wrap my thinking and change me into the cold heartless materialistic bitch that u are now. P.s, stop screwin with JE, dun think he doesnt know ur having an affair in the states just because ur close friends wun tell anyone. how in the world do u think i've know abt it? and dun think i dun dare tell him. HA. BURN BITCH.
Wednesday, June 01, 2005
Shitting In My Pants
met a fortune teller today. at my parents friends bbq. that guy scared the shit out of me. out of all the youngsters sitting at the table, he suddenly looked at me and he has a eyes that sees right through ur soul. piercing, knowing and utterly frightening. out of the blue, he told me in hokkien " women are trouble in ur life. stop talking to so many of them and u'll be happier." (translated of course). and this was outta the blue mind u. like a bat out of hell, and it just left me dumbstruck. and if that wasnt the end of it, he continued by saying u've got a gal in mind just hang on to it and u'll be happy. i swear i almost choked on the sausage i was eating. to make matters worst, the whole table(which consisted of abt 20 or so pple) just got quiet. me being me laughed it off and smiled at everybody. but like a tsunami that builds up momentum before it hits the shore, he continued, relentless. this time telling me abt my past. it struck me. i was left speechless. and all eyes were on me. i was striped naked. nothing to say nothing to do for my defense expect smile. i swear it was incredible. to make matters worst, one of the guests there is a close friend of one of my NOT SO MANY exs and she just looked at me with eyes that said "i know what u did last semester...". i cld have just bowed down and cried.
thoughts were flashing through my mind faster than a thunderbolt, more numerous than the stars in the sky. wat struck me the most was, how in the whole damn fucking world does this guy know so much about me. hell even my parents do not know abt some of the things he mentioned. of course he was cryptic and indirect but u do know when some one is trying to make a point. u ought to understand this unless ur really dumb. and i mean like u have an iq that is less than 30... what in the world am i doing with my life. or is he such a good reader of pple that he can somehow see things about a person? is that even possible... fuck.
upon more conversation, me in slow and halting english to get him to understand me, while him in slow and halting hokkien for the same desired effect i found out he used to be a monk from thailand... faint and die. how much is bull and how much is truth, i believe it differs from individual to individual. but wat the hell. i'm scared shitless. doesnt he know that pple arent meant to know the future of some pple just do not want to know. for better or worst, PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE. buti endured his on and off intrusions into my private life. god save the adrian.
what struck me the most was his pinpoint discrimination of ME. everything was ME ME ME AND ME. do i attract so much attention. i was at the table with my mom and my side ON EACH SIDE OF ME. i wasnt talking to any of the gals around my age there or the guys for that matter cause they just looked boring and they weren't exactly mr/miss friendly or keep the conversation flowing. but yeah back to the point, he said he can sense an aura abt me that relates to gal problems... like wat, there's this Ying qi around me. fuck. fuck and fuck.
if u can look into the sands of time and tell which grain will grow and which will whither, pray thee, can u look into the souls of men and see which will rise and which will fall into oblivion. (macbeth, not exact but something along that line) he scared me.
i'm not sure wat is it that unsettles me so. but i'm scared. speechless. senseless. balless.
thoughts were flashing through my mind faster than a thunderbolt, more numerous than the stars in the sky. wat struck me the most was, how in the whole damn fucking world does this guy know so much about me. hell even my parents do not know abt some of the things he mentioned. of course he was cryptic and indirect but u do know when some one is trying to make a point. u ought to understand this unless ur really dumb. and i mean like u have an iq that is less than 30... what in the world am i doing with my life. or is he such a good reader of pple that he can somehow see things about a person? is that even possible... fuck.
upon more conversation, me in slow and halting english to get him to understand me, while him in slow and halting hokkien for the same desired effect i found out he used to be a monk from thailand... faint and die. how much is bull and how much is truth, i believe it differs from individual to individual. but wat the hell. i'm scared shitless. doesnt he know that pple arent meant to know the future of some pple just do not want to know. for better or worst, PLEASE LEAVE ME ALONE. buti endured his on and off intrusions into my private life. god save the adrian.
what struck me the most was his pinpoint discrimination of ME. everything was ME ME ME AND ME. do i attract so much attention. i was at the table with my mom and my side ON EACH SIDE OF ME. i wasnt talking to any of the gals around my age there or the guys for that matter cause they just looked boring and they weren't exactly mr/miss friendly or keep the conversation flowing. but yeah back to the point, he said he can sense an aura abt me that relates to gal problems... like wat, there's this Ying qi around me. fuck. fuck and fuck.
if u can look into the sands of time and tell which grain will grow and which will whither, pray thee, can u look into the souls of men and see which will rise and which will fall into oblivion. (macbeth, not exact but something along that line) he scared me.
i'm not sure wat is it that unsettles me so. but i'm scared. speechless. senseless. balless.
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