Conversations

conversation 1

me, " hey SF, ur top looks damn auntie leh. haha. where the hell did you get it from?"

SF, " it's my favourite! i love it! it's flamboyant!"

me, " uh huh... but it's really quite auntie looking. looks like something my mom wears..."

SF, " oh it's my moms' one..."

me, " now we're talking..."

conversation 2

me, " hey SF, ur damn hairy."

SF, " yeah but okay lah. no one can see."

me, " u look like sun wu kong."

SF, " yeah, u can pluck my hair, blow it and do the 72 transformations."

conversation 3

SF, "do u know this song?"

*silence*

me, " yeah it's called the song of silence. been hearing it for a long time. roughly 22 yrs."

SF, " wait."

akward silence




akward silence




more akward silence

SF," i forgot to press play. sorry..."

Yes, i know where it is. =)

Nothing Seems To Be Going Right

nothing seems to be going right. everything seems to be going wrong. i think it's time to go to church again, yes THAT TIME again. my only fear before i head into the doors again and sit on the pewters is that things usually get worst before they get better. it's as if things arent bad enough and by going to church, no doubt things will get better but they always get worst 1st and i do not want things to get worst.

another trend i've noticed is that when things are so bad and i dun wanna to go church anymore and i actually stop going, things get better. it's as if there's a delayed reaction between my actions and the result. instant gratification is what i'm looking for but i guess it's just not possible. why cant i be a good church going boy like so many of my friends... but then again, if i was than what's the fun in laughing at me saying this wouldnt have happened if i had continued going to church.

another thing i find odd about church, i know almost no one there but everytime i go there, everybody is so fucking friendly. it's like lo and behold, the return of the prodigal son. everyone says i look familiar and "welcome home", "may god guide you" blah blah blah. just leave me alone and fuck off bitch. i'm happy sitting by myself at the quiet corner where all the old folks are sitting. do not place me with the people my age, i have nothing in common with them and i do not intend to befriend them. if and when i go, it's because i want to, pure and simple.

i hate exercises where u have to look at ur neighbour to ur left and to your right, behind you and infront of you. no it doesnt end there, you have to smile you biggest bestest brightest smile and say, "GOOD MORNING! HOW DO U DO? I'M FINE THANK U!". cant they understand that not everyone goes to church to get to know more people, i go to church because i want to be in god's presence again. oh no, now i'm sounding like some mad assed preacher who ought to be shot, stoned and hanged.

i love the way they pass around the bags where you place ur money inside for donations. it's so nochalant so discreet, no one bothers whether i put any money inside or not. in fact, i could just take out a wad of notes and smile at myself after that but no. i do frown upon stealing.

i cannot stand the way they talk about burning damnation at some churches, they relate it back to money, money and more money. what u've got to give before u can receive. so people end up donating like 20% of their salary/ allowance etc etc. yeah, good and well. i might just give, should you shut the fuck up.

i love going church, more for the obscurity and sense of home that certain churches premates. but then again, it doesnt hold me for long, too many things pushing and pulling me away from church. i miss the days where i had compulsary monday chapel service. at least than i had a good reason to go and a bad reason not to...

i'm really sorry and i wish i could make it right. it was my bad but i swear to god that i never harboured any ill thoughts and i would rather lose a limb than do what you do not want me to do. it's not as if you do not know where i stand.

Nothing Seems To Be Going Right

WHAT-FUCKING-EVER

i just got back from the hospital, my grandma is warded, AGAIN. fuck my aunties and fuck that bastard. she fell down and her leg was swollen and they god damned made her to wash her own clothes that she had not completed washing. my dad wasnt at home so by de-fucking-fault i had to go down to their place. i've never cried since my grandpa passed away and i cried today. not exactly but tears were streaming down my face when i saw what i saw. i reached the hospital and my dad was tearing, i've seen him tear once and this was the 2nd time.

i cannot imagine him crying.

i hate this sense of helplessness, where there is nothing i can do. we want to take my grandma out of their place but it's just not going to happen. it's not gonna happen.

my uncle said that it's a disgrace, they have 8 siblings, 6 sons and no one can look after her. she's gonna die soon, so why not let her enjoy the rest of her life. she's old. she's sick and she's dying. at least let her enjoy what ever is left.

i see no point talking about the privacy of a blog. maybe i did stumble upon it and maybe someone gave it to me. it doesnt matter anymore does it. what i dun understand is how it all became my fault and how some people seem to take some perverse pleasure in seeing all this unfolding. fuck you and may you die in hell.

if u arent invited by me to read my blog please stop. as much as you do not like me reading yours, i do not like you reading mine. thanks. please respect my privacy.









like i am gonna fucking believe people will do that. i'll sooner shove an umbrella up my arse and open it than believe people will stop.

Oh Come On...

what's the deal on having a blog that's public when you don't want people to accidentally stumble upon them or you don't want people spreading it around. i respect ur privacy but not introducing measures to stop univited readers from reading your blog is akin to running down orchard road naked and expecting everyone to look the other way.

in hindsight, all is not lost though, at least there's a willingness to learn. =)

i Lian ! : creep says:
anyways i still don get it leh
i Lian ! : creep says:
whats wrong with not knowing how to podcast?
Puff - burn the effing lot!!! says:
huh...
i Lian ! : creep says:
or rather, have podcast on ipod?
Puff - burn the effing lot!!! says:
podcasts are like radio shows on the net.
i Lian ! : creep says:
that i know
Puff - burn the effing lot!!! says:
u just have to go download it..
Puff - burn the effing lot!!! says:
u dun need to have an ipod.
Puff - burn the effing lot!!! says:
u can do it on a computer
Puff - burn the effing lot!!! says:
anything
i Lian ! : creep says:
O H .
Puff - burn the effing lot!!! says:
it's like a song file.
i Lian ! : creep says:
ooooooohhhhh
i Lian ! : creep says:
right

RIGHT.

i was recommending my friend the don and drew show, telling her to go download it and we had this conversaion. i conclude that most women are technogoons.

Puff - burn the effing lot!!! says:
go and download their podcast
Puff - burn the effing lot!!! says:
gogogogo!
Puff - burn the effing lot!!! says:
it's damn funny
i Lian ! : creep says:
ha i dunno how!
Puff - burn the effing lot!!! says:
u dunno how to download?
Puff - burn the effing lot!!! says:
are u serious
Puff - burn the effing lot!!! says:
u living in the stone age ah
i Lian ! : creep says:
got ipod doesnt mean must know podcast what!

i rest my case.

Don and Drew

the don and drew show simply rocks. it got me cracking and laughing and laughing and laughing. go to www.donanddrew.com i think. somewhere along that lines. it's absolutely hilarious. they do remixes, mash ups and shit like that with the weirdest things. remember to take note of this girl who speaks at the weirdest time with this japanese accent and she says the darnest thing. go check it out.

man oh man oh man. rugby has a match next week and we have 1 training session before the match. and attendanced for training and the match is not confirmed. somehow i feel the older i get the more i do not want to play contact rugby anymore. not for lack of love for the sport but more for fear of incurring an injury. it's not as easy and simple as it was when we were 15 or 16. i take longer to get up after a knock and the bruises only fade after a week.they used to disappear in days...

in addition to that, it's no longer a matter of going into a match, i'm serverly out of shape, unconditioned and unprepared. while the people we're playing are preped, hungry and out to prove a point. what in the 9 hells am i doing playing a game with them. i should be watching them play, or better yet, paying them to let me win. if i had the money, u all know what i'll do.

watched a little bit of closer today and boy, it's like reality check. and no matter how i think about it, i always conclude cheaters never prosper. why then is the grass always greener on the other side when you know nothing is going to come out of it. or is it just the thrill of getting away with it.

oh and u got to remember to check out the patented random phone call on the don and drew show. it's freaking hilarious when they call up a random number asking them whether they have a family member, pet, etc etc and they get to win a "super prize".WHAT THE FUCKING HELL MAN. nono, it doesnt end at the phone call. u just got to hear it.

and all in all, i would like to say, don don don don don don don don don don don don don don don and drew! and drew and drew and drew!

Lesson Learnt

i will never again have a monetary transaction with a friend. ever again. i've learnt it the hard way and i do not want to go through it again. i thought it was a win win situation when my friend needed to borrow my car for a few hours and i could do with some extra cash, all in all, we had a deal...

what was not so sweet was the returning of the car, in addition to not topping up the tank of petrol, i discovered a knock on my bumper where the paint was peeling off. what irked me the most was not the fact that the car was damaged but the fact that i was not informed. what was supposed to happen? that i would not notice it and when i finally do it'll be too late to claim that he did it. or was i supposed to be a good friend and say that it's okay, just a knock, nothing too serious except that the area that's damange has the paint peeling off and is about the size of a 5 dollar bill. furthermore, everyone can see it when they're 10m away from my car in the dark. with street lamps provding the only source of lighting. am i supposed to ignore that fact.

gone are the days when i had a healthy bank balance, the fucking trip to the usa has bled me dry and i do not feel good asking my parents for money. 2 over years in the army and having 1 sister married off makes me question myself sometimes when i ask my parents for money. hell people are working and studying at the age of 22. i'm just enjoying life. when i told him the cost of the repairs some fucking retarded part of me said i'll spilt it half half with him cause there were already some scratches there... wtf. and consider the trouble i would have to go thru, driving there, not being able to use the car when they were repairing it. he should thank his lucky stars that he did not go to a car rental company. i'm pretty sure he would pay more than $100.

but people being people, he claimed that someone banged him when he had already parked his car and he wasnt at fault. but he would be magmanious and pay it still (somehow everyone thinks' they're the good guy. i do and i certainly think he does). he wanted a receipt before he'll pay me. that set me off. i told him he could take the car to repair and he could pay1st and then i would pay him back. that is if he thinks that it's so fun to bring a car down to a workshop, take a train home and go down a few days later to take the car... no it's not fun and no i do not want to do it. i wish i could just take the car back and everything was as if should be, saving me and everyone else the fucking trouble.

and in case he thinks i'm out to cheat him, i could always ask for an inflated receipt, it's not unheard of in the singapore car repair market, i've always heard of stories where they inflate the repairs of a car and then spilt the profit. and i'm sure my mechanics are already ripping me off and i can only imagine what they would say should i not already know them.

anyway, he refused to repair the car and i had to do it. he gave up asking for a receipt once i told him that it was my car and up to my fucking discretion to repair or not to repair the car. regardless of the fact that he had compensated me for the damage done to my car. so all in all i'm gonna get back some cash for the damage done to my car...

it's the emotional turmoil that hurts, not like it's ripping me apart but i'm sure for those of you who have ever dealt with reasonable amounts of money with friends know what i mean. it's just plain fucking not nice to ask for money from a friend. it's very hard to ask them back for money. and i hate that feeling. i would probably feel no qualms about ripping a stranger off but when they're friends' the whole rule of thumb changes and i hate that.

You Have To Check This Out

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Bored

if i could tape down every single thing that short fud says, i could sell a book like sex and the city. someone would be staring as adrian ong, the writer of the book. it would probably be called something like everybody hates short fud.

during a meeting with the short fud and the pps, we started comparing whoose laptop had the loudest volume. got that right. which laptop could play the loudest songs. oh my bloody balls. in order to shut me out, they decided to hit under the belt, they narrowed down to which laptop could play the loudest CHINESE songs.

what they could never guess was that out of the 11 gig worth of songs i had, there was bound to be some chinese songs. my hard disk did not fail my noble cause. there it was, the calvary. SIXTY odd chinese songs. i was back in the game.

right from the onset, there was no way apple was gonna beat us. it's such a wussy brand. nice on the outside, weak on the inside. it doesnt have it where it counts. owning a mac is akin to going for plastic surgery, nice on the outside, without the substance. in fact, the mac was so soft, we could play love songs, while the mac was blasting away some rock shit and we still couldnt hear it. talk about weak.

it was down to the last 2 competitors. the brave, noble and hardy ibm think pad and the sleek and sliver hp note book. it was a close call, the think pad had the upper hand but it was a close call. too close. it was then decided that we would place each laptop with both screens facing each other. and we wld then place our heads between both warriors and see which song could be heard more clearly. as we both place our heads there there was no mistake. we both could hear iron and wine and calexico's 16, maybe less being played. then thinkpad out thunk the hp nooooote book.

in conclusion, the think pad was the loudest. followed by the hp and lastly the mac. however, it should be noted that the mac will always be last. if there was a dell inside the dell would most definately be in front of the mac. like steve jobs said, our women look better. too bad the others were men.

Rugby

it's been eons since i took part in a rugby competition. it was always something that i did for the sake of doing. since i was in the rugby team, let's just play. since i was in jc and i needed a cca, lets join rugby. since i was in the army and playing rugby could get me out of the army for 4 months a year, why not... yes, the last one was the main reason why i wanted to play rugby.

well, now in the university, why not. there's nothing to loose, my seniors are nice people, i got an automatic promotion into the exco, why not.

today's competition was called oasis tough rugby. like seriously, do they think singapore is a desert, or do they think with all the padang looks like an oasis... i cannot phatom. the 1st match was against KL canterbury. canterbury is a rugby brand, something like what adidas is to soccer, KL is the capital of you know who. and thus, they are the canterbury team from KL. and boy were they good. we were out classed, out played, out runned and out gunned by the fuckers from the north. i mean come on... you're like probably the best from 70 million people. what the hell. and you're playing a bunch of guys who play touch for fun. and to aggrevate matters, our girls just came in second for the mornings' all girls competition. to make matters worst, those same girls were in our team.

i am not saying the girls should not have or we would have won if they were, i'm just stating the situation and in fact, i am kind GREATFULL that they were willing to play for us. from where i came from, we probably would have walked away... a situation of too many medals and too much arrogance.

so all in all, we had a bunch of unfit guys and a bunch of tired girls. lethal. to make matters even worst, it was the 1st time we played together as a team. hahaha. i smell trouble. in fact it was so bad, at one point in time there were like 3 teams on the field. KL canterbury, smu guys and smu girls. the guys were doing their own things which the girls were left out of. and the girls were left defending against the KL guys. imagine that. how on earth could they stop them. it was akin to lambs to the slaughter. we were trashed.

the next match was much better. i thought it was much better, the girls had 1 thing to say.

you guys are deaf. u either cannot hear us, or u ignore us.

the guys had 1 thing to say.

we heard u screaming. but we only heard screaming.

perfect. what a way to go. talk about communication break down.

last match was the best. looked good. felt good. we lost.

ten things i learnt today

1) never take part in a competition that you are not prepared for.
2) 10 things a girl can do to spice up her sex life (this was from cleo which was freely given away there.)
3) pads can hold a lot of water. put 6 bored man together with plenty of pads from cleo and plenty of water that's what you get.
4) the names of the touch girls. like eileen is not elaine. and eileen is pronouced as E-LEEN. not I-LEEN OR $%$-LEEN. and that crystal is not gina. and that that girl with the pink pony tail is actually called nina, not called that girl with the pink pony tail.
5) they give away free sunblock now, you just have to show them that you're using it instead of taking them and trying to re-sell them.
6)i am grossly unfit.
7) touch girls are the next big thing. they're hotter than the net ball girls and less manly than female swimmers.
8) some of the touch girls are relatively cute.
9) people always loose something at rugby tournaments. today it was a brand new ball.
10) never look at a girl wearing a singlet when she's bending down.

maybe it should be always look at a girl wearing a singlet when she's bending down.

Never Again

okay, for most car rental companies, at least for those in the states, you rent a car for a flat fee. you take the car with a full tank of petrol and u return it with a full tank of petrol. failure to do so will result in a SURCHARGE.

what happened here was x borrowed a car. with an almost full tank of petrol. x returned it with 3/4 tank worth of petrol. like fuking hell. a shyte on him. and when questioned he calmly said, " i pumped better grade petrol for you. so it makes up..." LIKE FUCKING HELL. the car rental company wouldnt give 2 shytes about whether you pumped a better grade or not. like come one. lets be objective here. what kinda screwed logic is that. fuck off and burn in hell.

and just for your information, a full tank is 40 litres, power 95 costs 1.663 per litre. power 98 costs 1.707 per litre. so we'll round UP for ur sake. which means 8 cents. 8 pathetic cents. should you top up full tank with 95, it'll cost u $66.525 you pump 98 3/4 tank it's 51.21. there you have it. you owe me fucking $15 you mother fucker. i mean come on. dun be a prick and give me some lame ass excuse.

the bumper was also damaged. it wasnt peeling or anything but the paint work was peeling. and he didnt have the guts to own up. when asked he just went i think someone might have banged me when it was parked. you tell me how much i'll pay you. without any hint of doubt. to me it's guilty. you fucking banged it you bitch. good thing i found out. what the hell man.

of course the person who rented the car wasnt me...

this model is so hot. and look at the size of the pocky.



yeah, get this in japan. and the model lives in bishan near the salvation army. leave it to the stalker to find out where the model stays.

Hunter

It’s amazing what you can find or stumble upon or uncover. And the best part is that you never know you’re looking for it till it’s staring at you in front of your face.

I’m having tons of fun blog hunting now. Too much free time too little things to do. Type in a name you know and slowly screen all of the entries. I must say I am getting better at blog hunting, now a days I just know when I’m not going to get anything. It’s amazing how much difference a space makes. Let’s say this person has a Chinese name. u type jian zhong and u probably get him somewhere at page 10 of what ever you’re looking for. Type in jianzhong and wala! Number one hit! Something like www.jianzhongandthechocolatefactory.blogspot.com.

Of course I will not go all the way to page 10. in fact, I usually stop at 1. if you don’t hit it at the 1st page, you’re too far off. Look for something else. And I must say, I’ve found almost all of the people I’m looking for. almost EVERYONE is on blogspot. i wonder if there's a blog called www.blogspot.blogspot.com.

Links are another plus point. I thank my lucky stars that no one has linked me (due mainly to me strong recommendations that I do NOT wanted to be link.) yet. The worst part is when someone who you do not know links you. It’s even worst if that someone and you have tons of mutual friends. for example, you go to www.lulu.blogspot.com and you see www.wildflowers.blogspot.com wala! 1st link. and from there you can see who wildflowers knows and depending on who ur looking for and whether wildflower knows that person, you a) keep going till you find one b) give fucking up. of course you'll need plenty of iq to decipher some of the weirdest nicks that people give to their friends, lest you waste a ton of time entering each and every link hoping to find out who that person is. more importantly, you need to have tons of networking, networking here means that you need to know who knows who. this is to ensure that while on your trip to jurong, you do not take the ecp and head to siglap.

Which is basically what I’ve done. You find one blog, you use ur brains and select the link you think might be linked to your target’s blog and then you either find it or not. If you do, good. If not continue linking. But 1st of all, do NOT be a mother fucking stupid fuck face, make sure the person that you are looking for DOES indeed have a blog.

Word of mouth is another way but I do not keep in touch with that particular person I’m looking for anymore and the mutual friends between us are well few and far between.

In fact, I do not even know if he has a blog.

Are there any other ways to find a blog? Oh, during the course of blog hunting, I’ve hunted down 1,2,3 ex-girlfriend’s blogs… hahaha. Amazing. And 6 blogs which belonged to people whom I’ve long assumed to have vanished off the face of this earth. And countless other people’s blog…

Truly spectacular indeed.

p.s I’m doing this completely out of fun and laughter peace and joy. And a tad of “kay pohness”. Well… except for the elusive blog, the holy grail that I am looking for, if it does ever exist. Well you can say that I’m a www.knightoftheholygrail.blogspot.com hahaha.

Behind Bars. Almost.

Goodness gracious me. I was almost jailed today… and for what one might query. It’s for not paying me mrt fare.

In the papers today, one can be jailed the maximum of 6 months and fined $2,000 for the cheating of bus or mrt fares. There was an outcry of the members of parliament who felt that the gahmen was coming down too hard on offenders. But what could you expect with Singapore being… well… Singapore. In addition, many readers were complaining that people might not pay fares due to a variety of reasons. One of them being a student who is rushing out of a station might forget to tap his card or tap too fast for the reader to read his card. Would he then he jailed? Another one was old people might tap their cards 1 stop too early as they are old…?

Me, forgot to tap my card yesterday at the mrt station I was alighting at. Well I did, but I think it did not read cause I remember the door closing on me. But it opened soon enough, I assumed it opened when the guy behind me tapped his card (fucker).

Anyways, on the way to school today, I fucking could not open the gate. I tapped my card and was greeted by a red flasher. What the fuck I told myself, some worker there then told me to try another gantry and lo and behold, the red flasher struck, AGAIN. In despair and in a desperate rush for time, I went to the dreaded, CONTROL station. The guy checked out me card and smile. He said, you didn’t tap your card when you came out of the station yesterday. He went on to say that I must remember, or else next time they will have to arrest me.

I swear, he said it in all earnestness. %*^%*&%#$^$%&#

#$^$%*&$*#%&#$^@#%

$%$#^%&$%*#$&#&#$^#

The day someone goes to jail for not tapping his mrt card when exiting the station he alighted at will be the day I migrate. This I swear upon my university education.

Oh, btw, smoking is now banned at bus stops, hawker centres etc etc. *cheers round the house*.

You've got to check this out.

matrix - http://www.i-am-bored.com/bored_link.cfm?link_id=13297

every wondered why you're the more fun guy to be with at a party? - http://www.i-am-bored.com/bored_link.cfm?link_id=13390

this one is for the ladies... cause SOMEONE thinks it's very KAWAII NE. - http://www.tongcom.co.kr/dingani_13.htm

and you wonder why certain countries are more developed compare to others. - http://www.i-am-bored.com/bored_link.cfm?link_id=13401



the irish scare crow... got to love the irish.



who ever said bread is life cannot be more right...



this is a classic.

and finally. the bomb.

Gundam Seed Destiny

i've been watching gsd recently, in fact, i've finished both gundam seed and gundam seed destiny and i cannot help but notice the whole setting for gundam seed is flawed. from an economic view point that is.

1st, every commander fights battles hoping to inflict maxium causualties and incurring minium loses. in layman terms (mainly for women), i want to punch u and not get punched in return.

so in order to reduce losses, people then invented bows and arrows, where i can shoot you from a million centimeters. this is a vast improvement over swords and knives and spears and staffs. i mean, IF i hit you, you aint gonna be able to come close enought to chop me up, even if it doesnt kill you, i can keep on shooting you. an archer can shoot 30 arrows per minute at an effective range of 70m. now the fastest man can cover 100m in ard 10s, so an average man can cover that distance in about 16s, plus armour and weapons etc etc, in about 30s. so it'll probably take that 25s to cover 70m. which means i can attempt to shoot you 13 times. which is a lot.

armour was then made thick enough to stop arrows. which then cause the invention of crossbows. (i shall skip the story and fast forward here. make up ur own history lesson.)

we proceed straght to tanks. which mainly repel bullets. as we all know, tanks are so much more expensive than a suite of armour. BUT it makes sense when we see how it SAVES the lives of people. in addition, it is difficult to destroy a tank. you can do so with a RPG or another tank. but for simplicities sake, we'll talk about the american M1A1, which happens to be virtually indestructible. in fact, the americans lost 1 tank in the 1st gulf war as it was rendered immobile. in order to not let such a valuable piece of equipment fall into the hands of the enemy, they destroyed their own tank... in the 2nd gulf war, they also lost no tanks due to enemy fire. instead, the lost 1 tank when the bridge it was travelling on collasped... COLLASPED. so tanks were economically viable since they were a) offered good enough protection b) not easily destroyed (which means that ur 1 million dollar investment would survive many battles.)

gsd however has many robots, the ones that we'll concern ourselves with are gundams and jins. jins are piloted by the bad guys or characters who basically do NOT affect the story in any way. and gundams are piloted by good guys and bad guys...

fact - gundams are virtually indestructible.
fact - gundams destroy jins with 1 shot.
false - jins cannot hit gundams and when they do, they just cause the pilot extreme uncomfort which is followed quickly by their own demise. compare with a mosquito sucking you blood. the main difference is that you ALWAYS feel the mosquito biting and you always kill the mosquito.

put 1and 1 togther and u'll realise gsd simply doesnt make sense. why mass produce jins that are destroyed so easily and even worst, they cannot kill ANYTHING...

out of point fact - guys in gsd are good looking and have good bods.
out of point fact 2 - girls in gsd come in 1 standard cut. 24,36,34. with the faces to match.

Femme Fatale

Here she comes, you better watch your step
She's going to break your heart in two, it's true
It's not hard to realize
Just look into her false colored eyes
She builds you up to just put you down, what a clown

'Cause everybody knows(She's a femme fatale)
The things she does to please(She's a femme fatale)
She's just a little tease(She's a femme fatale)
See the way she walks
Hear the way she talks

You're put down in her book
You're number 37, have a look
She's going to smile to make you frown, what a clown
Little boy, she's from the street
Before you start, you're already beat
She's gonna play you for a fool, yes it's true

'Cause everybody knows(She's a femme fatale)
The things she does to please(She's a femme fatale)
She's just a little tease(She's a femme fatale)
See the way she walks
Hear the way she talks

Random Thoughts

during a business plan discussion about what we can do that will sell in singapore. short fud suddenly shoots," we can do like buildings that are earthquake proof. it's very interesting."

the room fell into silence.

i recovered quickly and said," we're in SIN-GA-PORE. there aint no fucking earthquakes here. who's gonna buy it. it's like selling oil to a sheik."

my friend told me he was in trouble as he was dating a 17 yr old. and that he wanted to dump her cause she was too immature and his mother does like girls who do not go to the university.

what he FORGOT to tell me is that he's interested in someone else...

oh and that he and THAT girl are going out too.

never type in caps when you're chatting on msn. especially when someone could/might/will get angry with you. I WAS BRANDED UNGRATEFUL AND RUDE BECAUSE I WAS TYPING IN CAPS. oh my fucking balls. i forgot to turn them off and they kinda looked nice in caps.

the show that stars PP as a retard and beautiful mermaid is back. stupid as it seems it is so dark that it's just captivating. don't we all love it when the good guys are in dissary and the forces of evil threaten everything that is good and pure.

my dog barks at everything and everyone.

PROVIDED she is behind the gate.

AND the gate must be locked, closed is not good enought. LOCKED.

my mom tells my dog..." darling, u cannot walk on the road... got car car... car car dangerous... go back go back. wait the car car bang you then you pain pain."

notice all the repetition of words.

mad. as if my dog can understand a word she is saying...

Cardinalities.

i remember how i laughed my ass off at my proff for not being able to teach us cardinalities properly. i thought he was incompetent, unprepared and pure stupid.

now i'm trying to do cardinalities and i think i'm incompetent, unprepared and pure stupid.

but i know i'm not incompetent.

i did prepare.

and i am most definately not stupid.

suddenly it's not so funny anymore and the only person i hear laughing is everyone else. when did i become the joke...

How to be a successful evil overlord

How to be a Successful Evil Overlord
by Peter Anspach

Being an Evil Overlord seems to be a good career choice. It pays well, there are all sorts of perks and you can set your own hours. However every Evil Overlord I've read about in books or seen in movies invariably gets overthrown and destroyed in the end. I've noticed that no matter whether they are barbarian lords, deranged wizards, mad scientists, or alien invaders, they always seem to make the same basic mistakes every single time. With that in mind, allow me to present...

The Top 100 Things I'd Do If I Ever Became An Evil Overlord
My Legions of Terror will have helmets with clear Plexiglas visors, not face concealing ones.
My ventilation ducts will be too small to crawl through.
My noble half-brother whose throne I usurped will be killed, not kept anonymously imprisoned in a forgotten cell in my dungeon.
Shooting is not too good for my enemies.
The artifact which is the source of my power will not be kept on the Mountain of Despair beyond the River of Fire guarded by the Dragon of Eternity. It will be in my safe-deposit box. The same applies to the object which is my one weakness.
I will not gloat over my enemies predicament before killing them.
When I've captured my adversary and he says, "Look, before you kill me, will you at least tell me what this is all about?" I'll say, "No." and shoot him. No, on second thought, I'll shoot him and then say "No."
After I kidnap the beautiful princess, we will be married immediately in a quiet civil ceremony, not a lavish spectacle in three weeks' time during which the final phase of my plan will be carried out.
I will not include a self-destruct mechanism unless absolutely necessary. If it is necessary, it will not be a large red button labelled, "Danger: Don Not Push". The big red button marked "Do Not Push" will instead trigger a spray of bullets on anyone stupid enough to disregard it. Similarly, the ON/OFF switch will clearly not be labelled as such.
I will not interrogate my enemies in the inner sanctum - a small hotel room well outside my border will work just as well.
I will be secure in my superiority. Therefore, I will feel no need to prove it by leaving clues in the form of riddles or leaving my weaker enemies alive to show they pose no threat.
One of my advisors will be an average five-year-old child. Any flaws in my plan that he is able to spot will be corrected before implementation.
All slain enemies will be cremated, or at least several round of ammunition emptied into them, not left for dead at the bottom of the cliff. The announcement of their deaths, as well as any accompanying celebration, will be deferred until after the aforementioned disposal.
The hero is not entitled to a last kiss, a last cigarette, or any other form of last request.
I will never employ any device with a digital count-down. If I find that such a device is absolutely unavoidable. I will set it to activate when the counter reaches 117 and the hero is just putting his plan into operation.
I will never utter the sentence "But before I kill you, there's just one thing I want to know."
When I employ people as advisors, I will occasionally listen to their advice.
I will not have a son. Although his laughably under-planned attempt to usurp power would easily fail, it would prove a fatal distraction at a crucial point in time.
I will not have a daughter. She would be as beautiful as she was evil, but one look at the hero's rugged countenance and she'd betray her own father.
Despite its proven stress-relieving effect, I will not indulge in maniacal laughter. When so occupied, it's too easy to miss unexpected developments that a more attentive individual could adjust to accordingly.
I will hire a fashion designer to create original uniforms for my Legion of Terror, as opposed to some cheap knock-offs that make them look like Nazi stormtroopers, Roman foot soldiers, or savage Mongol hordes. All were eventually defeated and I want my troops to have a more positive mind-set.
No matter how tempted I am with the prospect of unlimited power, I will not consume any energy field bigger than my head.
I will keep a special cache of low-tech weapons and train my troops in their use. That way -- even if the heroes manage to neutralize my power generator and/or render the standard-issue energy weapons useless -- my troops will not be overrun by a handful of savages armed with spears and rocks.
I will maintain a realistic assessment of my strength and weaknesses. Even though this takes some fun out of the job, at least I will never utter the line "No, this cannot be! I AM INVINCIBLE!!!" (After that, death is usually instantaneous.)
No matter how well it would perform, I will never construct any sort of machinery which is completely indestructible except for one small and virtually inaccessible spot.
No matter how attractive certain members of the rebellion are, there is probably someone just as attractive which is not desperate to kill me. Therefore, I will think twice before ordering a prisoner sent to my bed chamber.
I will never build only one of anything important. All important systems will have redundant control panels and power supplies. For the same reason I will always carry at least two fully loaded weapons at all times.
My pet monster will be kept in a secure cage from which it cannot escape and into which I could not accidentally stumble.
I will dress in bright and cheery colors, and so throw my enemies into confusion.
All bumbling conjurers, clumsy squires, no-talent bards, and cowardly thieves in the land will be preemptively put to death. My foes will surely give up and abandon their quest if they have no source of comic relief.
All naive, busty tavern wenches in my realm will be replaced with surly, world-weary waitresses who will provide no unexpected reinforcements and/or romantic sub-plot for the hero or his side-kick.
I will not fly into a rage and kill a messenger who brings me bad news just to illustrate how evil I really am. Good messengers are hard to come by.
I won't require high-ranking female members of my organization to wear a stainless-steel bustier. Morale is better with a more casual dress-code. Similarly, outfits made entirely from black leather will be reserved for formal occasions.
I will not turn into a snake. It never helps.
I will not grow a goatee. In the old days they made you look diabolic. Now they just make you look like a disaffected member of Generation X.
I will not imprison members of the same party in the same cell block, let alone the same cell. If they are important prisoners, I will keep the only key to the cell door on my person instead of handing copies to every bottom-rung guard in the prison.
If my trusted lieutenant tell me my Legion of Terror is losing a battle, I will believe him.. After all, he's my trusted lieutenant.
If an enemy I have just killed has a younger sibling or offspring anywhere, I will find them and have them killed immediately, instead of waiting for them to grow up harboring feelings of vengeance towards me in my old age.
If I absolutely must ride into battle, I will certainly not ride at the forefront of my Legions of Terror, nor will I seek out my opposite number among his army.
I will be neither chivalrous nor sporting. If I have an unstoppable super-weapon, I will use it early and as often as possible instead of keeping it in reserve.
Once my power is secure, I will destroy all of those pesky time travel devices.
When I capture the hero, I will make sure I also get his dog, monkey, ferret, or whatever sickeningly cute little animal capable of untying ropes and filching keys that happens to follow him around.
I will maintain a healthy amount of skepticism when I capture the beautiful rebel and she claims she is attracted to my power and good looks and will gladly betray her companions if I just let her in on my plans.
I will only employ bounty hunters who work for money. Those who work for the pleasure of the hunt tend to do dumb things like even the odds to give the other guy a sporting chance.
I will make sure I have a clear understanding of who is responsible for what in my organization. For example, if my general screws up I will not draw my weapon, point it at him and say "And here is the price for failure." then suddenly turn and kill some random underling.
If an advisor says to me "My liege, he is but one man. What can one man possibly do?", I will reply "This." and kill the advisor.
If I learn that a callow youth has begun a quest to destroy me, I will slay him while he is still a callow youth instead of waiting for him to mature.
I will treat any beast which I control through magic or technology with respect and kindness. Thus if the control is ever broken, it will not immediately come after me for revenge.
If I learn the whereabouts of the one artifact which can destroy me, I will not send all of my troops out to seize it. Instead I will send them out to seize something else and quietly put a Want-Ad in the local paper.
My main computers will have their own special operating system that will be completely incompatible with standard IBM and Macintosh powerbooks.
If one of my dungeon guards begins expressing concern over the conditions of the beautiful princess' cell, I will immediately transfer him to a less people oriented position.
I will hire a team of board-certified architects and surveyors to examine my castle and inform me of any secret passages and abandoned tunnels that I might not know about.
If the beautiful princess that I capture says "I'll never marry you! Never, do you hear me, NEVER!!!", I will say "Oh well" and kill her.
I will not strike a bargain with a demonic being then attempt to double-cross it simply because I feel like being contrary.
The deformed mutants and odd-ball psychotics will have their place in my Legion of Terror. However before I send them out on important covert missions that require tact and subtlety, I will first see if there is anyone else equally qualified who would attract less attention.
My Legion of Terror will be trained in basic marksmanship. Any who cannot learn to hit a man-sized target at 10 meters will be used for target practice.
Before employing any captured artifacts or machinery, I will carefully read the owners manual.
If it becomes necessary to escape, I will never stop to pose dramatically and toss off a one-liner.
I will never build a sentient computer smarter than I am.
My five-year-old child advisor will also be asked to decipher any code I am thinking of using. If he breaks the code in under 30 seconds, it will not be used. Note: This also applies to passwords.
If my advisors ask "Why are you risking everything on such a mad scheme?" I will not proceed until I have a response that satisfies them.
I will design fortress hallways with no alcoves or protruding structural supports which intruders could use for cover in a firefight.
Bulk trash will be disposed of in incinerators, not compactors. And they will be kept hot, with none of this nonsense about flames going through accessible tunnels at predictable intervals.
I will see a compentant psychiatrist and get cured of all extremely unusual phobias and bizarre compulsive habits which could prove to be disadvantageous.
If I must have a computer system with publicly available terminals, the maps they display will have a room clearly marked as the Main Control Room. That room will be the Execution Chamber. The actual main control room will be marked as Sewage Overflow Containment.
My security keypad will actually be a fingerprint scanner. Anyone who watches someone press a sequence of buttons or dusts the pad for fingerprints and then subsequently tries to enter by repeating that sequence will trigger the alarm system.
No matter how many shorts we have in the system, my guards will be instructed to treat every surveillance camera malfunction as a full-scale emergency.
I will spare someone who saved my life sometime in the past. This is only reasonable as it encourages others to do so. However, the offer is good one time only. If they want me to spare them again, they'd better save my life again.
All midwives will be banned from the realm. All babies will be delivered at state-approved hospitals. Orphans will be placed in foster homes, not abandoned in the woods to be raised by creatures of the wild.
When my guards split up to search for intruders, they will always travel in groups of at least two. They will be trained so that if one of them disappears mysteriously while on patrol, the other will immediately initiate an alert and call for backup, instead of quizzically peering around a corner.
If I decide to test a lieutenant's loyalty and see if he/she should be made a trusted lieutenant, I will have a crack squad of marksmen standing by in case the answer is no.
If all the heroes are standing together around a strange device and begin to taunt me, I will pull out a conventional weapon, instead of using my unstoppable super weapon on them.
I will not agree to let the heroes go free if they win a rigged contest, even though my advisors assure me it is impossible for them to win.
When I create a multimedia presentation of my plan designed so that my five-year-old advisor can easily understand the details, I will not label the disk "Project Overlord" and leave it lying on top of my desk.
I will instruct my Legion of Terror to attack the heroes en masse, instead of standing around waiting while members break off and attack one or two at a time.
If the hero runs up to my roof, I will not run up after him and struggle with him in an attempt to push him over the edge. I will also not engage him at the edge of a cliff. (In the middle of a rope-bridge over a river of molten lava is not even worth considering.)
If I have a fit of temporary insanity and decide to give the hero the chance to reject a job as my trusted lieutenant, I will retain enough sanity to wait until my current trusted lieutenant is out of earshot before making the offer.
I will not tell my Legion of Terror "And he must be taken alive-" the command will be "And try to take him alive if it is reasonable practical."
If my doomsday device happens to come with a reverse switch, as soon as it has been employed it will be melted down and made into limited edition commemorative coins.
If my weakest troops fail to eliminate a hero, I will send out my best troops instead of wasting time with progressively stronger ones as he gets closer and closer to my fortress.
If I am fighting with the hero atop a moving platform, have disarmed him, and am about to finish him off and he glances behind me and drops flat, I too will drop flat instead of quizzically turning around to find out what he saw.
I will not shoot at any of my enemies if they are standing in front of the crucial support beam to a heavy, dangerously unbalanced structure.
If I'm eating dinner with the hero, put poison in his goblet, then have to leave the table for any reason, I will order new drinks for both of us instead of trying to decide whether or not to switch with him.
I will not have captives of one sex guarded by members of the opposite sex.
I will not use any plan in which the final step is horribly complicated, e.g. "Align the 12 stones of power on the sacred altar then activate the medallion at the moment of total eclipse." Instead it will be more alone the lines of "Push the button/"
I will make sure that my doomsday device is up to code and properly grounded.
My vats of hazardous chemicals will be covered when not in use. Also, I will not construct walkways above them.
If a group of henchmen fail miserably at a task, I will not berate them for incompetence then send the same group out to do the task again.
After I capture the hero's super weapon, I will not disband legions and relax my guard because I believe whoever holds the weapon is unstoppable. After all, the hero held the weapon and I took it from him.
I will not design my main control room so that every workstation is facing away from the door.
I will not ignore the messenger that stumbles in exhausted and obviously agitated until my personal grooming or current entertainment is finished. It might actually be important.
If I ever talk to the hero on the phone, I will not taunt him. Instead, I will say that his dogged perseverance has given me new insight on the futility of my evil ways and that if he leaves me alone for a few months of quiet contemplation I will likely return to the path of righteousness. (Heroes are incredibly gullible in this regard.)
If I decide to hold a double execution of the hero and the underling who failed or betrayed me, I will die first.
When arresting prisoners, my guards will not allow them to stop and grab a useless trinket of purely sentimental value.
My dungeon will have its own qualified medical staff complete with bodyguards. That way if a prisoner becomes sick and his cell mate tells the guard it's an emergency, the guard will fetch a trauma team instead of opening the cell for a look.
My door mechanisms will be designed so that blasting the control panel on the outside seals the door and blasting the control panel on the inside opens the door, not vice versa.
My dungeon cells will not be furnished with objects that contain reflective surfaces or anything that can be unraveled.
If an attractive young couple enters my realm, I will carefully monitor their activities. If I find they are happy and affectionate, I will ignore them. However, if circumstances have forced them together against their will and they spend all their time bickering and criticizing each other except during the intermittent occasions when they are saving each other' lives at which point there are hints of sexual tension, I will immediately order their execution.
Any data files of crucial importance will be padded to 1.45Mb.
Finally, to keep my subjects permanently locked in a mindless trance, I will provide each of them with free, unlimited internet access.

with all the current hurricanes, earth quakes, tsunamis etc etc, you often read about how much humanitarian aid they are receiving etc etc. and of course you'll never fail to read a section which states how much singapore donates.

i've noticed if singapore has donated a big amount they'll make a big fuss about it. ie, front page, singapore donated 10m to indonesia for the tsunami for example. as you all know the huge earth quake that has hit pakistan. and the gahmen there for all their foresight and pride has reluctantly accepted aid from india. stupid. if i were them i'll take whatever comes my way... so what if we're at war. if india invades now, you'll be quite dead. anyway, in today's papers, kuwait has donated a whooping 100m dollars if i'm not wrong. 100m dollars. USD. not rupiahs. U-FUCKING-SD. usa not to be outdone similiary donated a not as whooping but still whooping 50m USD. again. whoo hoo!!! smashing. and right at the bottom, far far away from these attention grabbing sentences, singapore has donated 100m USD!!! NO WAIT. typo. i meant 100k usd. the difference 1 letter makes. sigh. but at least we sent in a DART team and an expericenced veteran who was at acheh, i dunno where and i cant remember where else. but he served at FOUR places. WICKED. now i'm sure rubble and debris will get out of his way. i mean he IS a veteran at diasters. he'll do.

oh and there's a lady on this trip too. wicked!!!

back to the point, i wonder whether they'll even notice the aid we're sending. or take note of it. can u imagine if singapore has a diaster and pakistan said, u sent us 1 dart team now we'll send you our own dart team...

or should we need help from indonesia and they said, u did so much for us last time but we let u win the sea games football finals. now we're even. if u forgot singapore BEAT indonesia... shocking.

Die

i cannot stand you. pure and simple. i detest your presence. i cringe when i hear you call out my name. i sigh when i look at my ringing phone and see your number on my screen. and when u call me again, it's all that i can do not to switch off my phone. i hate your egocentrical ways, it's so unbecoming and uncalled for. maybe you should grow some self-esteem so you'll be more reassured of your own usefulness. then again, i seriouly doubt how useful you can get. you make the most patient people impatient, anger the most good tempered, distress the undistressable. more shocking, you seem to invoke hate in every-other-person you meet. maybe hate is too strong. u make everyone else detest you. you're just detestable. i bet when your mother 1st laid eyes on you she wanted to smother and kill you. if it weren't for the nurses holding you away from her you would probably be dead. damn she should have killed you. it's no wonder you fail at relationships. you should just go fuck yourself, at least then you're fucking something.

stop trying to be interested in alternative or less well know items hoping that somehow having a tiny grasp of such knowledge immediately places you in the "cool" gang. it's time you figured, you're either cool, or you're not. if you're not then it's no big deal. what's worst than not being cool?

being you.

so stop pretending that you know the whole word, stop telling me how long you msn list is and stop saying hi to everyone you meet, esp when almost all of them are walking away and wiping the sweat of their brows, thanking the lord that you didnt have to talk to them. or walking away wondering who the fuck is that retarded looking dickhead who just waved to me.

True Files

“serious man, you fucking missus is nuts. My missus is nuts and all, she rings me at least 40 times a day…. Serious!”
I seen you last night, you were drinkin' in the pub,
You were drinkin' with that bird you tried to chat up in the nightclub,
Can't say her name but she's got a gammy eye,
And I'm feeling near her violence when I have to walk on by,
You can't deny it, it's something you can't miss,
That bird thats hangin' out with you is mad like cats piss,
Like bread and jam or a knife drawn with butter,
Face it son, your missus is a nutter!
Chorus-
Oh son, your missus is a nutter!
Oh son, your missus is a nutter!
Oh son, your missus is a nutter!
Leave her at home! Your missus is a nutter!
I never seen a woman make a fuckin' skinhead cry,
And I never seen a woman tryin' to snap an arm with a thigh,
Now I have and its just across the pub,
And the worst thing is,
she's taking you out for a rub,
You don’t deserve it, you know it’s a fact,
But mix her up with booze you gotta suicide pact,
2 tequilas and 4 vodka mules,
She's a wrecking ball and her fists are the tools.
Binge drinking, binge drinking tried keeping up with your missus,
What was I thinking?
She looks like Caprice,
But it’s a shock to see her wrestling 2 police,
With one in a headlock!
Fighting with bouncers and flashing her bits,
After too flamin’ sambucas she dont care who she hits,
Waking up on Sunday morning with bruises and cuts,
Face it son, your missus is nuts!
Chorus
Your missus was looking at my missus,
So my missus, sparked out your missus,
Your missus was looking at my missus,
So my missus, sparked out your missus,
It was last week, what really got me thinking,
About how your missus goes nuts when we go drinking,
Last week, she ended up on a binge, she got off her tits,
And showed the bouncers her minge,
And it’s the threat of grievous bodily harm,
She needs to keep calm,
And use her charm,
I used to think it was funny,
It made me laugh,
When she threw the ash trays at the bar staff.
Stabbed a man with a comb, just to get a drink,
Theres no logic, just stand there
Drink, fight, drink, fight, drink
She grabs your throat, and stares into your eyes,
Have you ever seen a woman kill a man with her thighs?
Oh son, your missus is trouble,
Everytime you have a drink she has a double,
Is she on pukkas?
I think shes tripping?
Stop lookin' at me love it's water what I'm sippin'.
Break-
“I seen her get on a mountain bike, and drove into timbland (?) and did ‘em all in…. wikkid”
Repeat chorus X 3
(over third chorus)
(pussy whip, pussy whip….)
“shes nuts man, shes off ‘er

GLC - your missus is a nutter

by, during an england vs wales football match, this band performed this song, dedicating it to david beckham. imagine the look on victoria adams face. priceless.

it's true, i've dated someone like this and it's no joke i'm telling you. for all of you who know who she is and are quietly sniggering to yourself, go fuck yourself. the only difference is that she does not need to drink. she's already at that stage.

the more i think about whether my dad will get me a new car, the more i feel it's jut wishful thinking on my part. knowing him the chances that he'll do something like that is almost next to nil. sigh.

driving through this road at pierce last night brought back bad memories... i skidded there once almost a year ago and even now when i'm racing through that exact bend, my hands start getting cold and my feet start trembling. i instinctively stepped on the brake despite conciously telling myself not to. sigh. $50. good thing that the guy who was behind me really sucked. and i would not have gone there if i wasnt hard up for cash in the 1st place. but it was an easy $50. too bad he couldnt stomache losting another $50. was really hoping he would ask for a rematch. but then things dont always go the way you want it to yah. sighs.

Keeping My Fingers Crossed

my dad told me to check out my car's remaining parf and coe value. which could only mean 1 thing. he wants to sell the car...

my heart skipped a beat and i held my breath.

next, he told me how his friend sold his car and bought a brand new car. his friend topped up $5000 for a brand new car.

estacsy

i asked my mom what dad wanted to do with the information and she told me he was almost quite convinced to sell this car and buy a brand new car.

a bloody shitting brand new mother fucking car.

wicked.

i checked out my old war horse and it's worth around 22,000 +++.

score.

if all goes well i'll be driving a new car pretty soon. let's hope it's sooner rather than later.

old, ailing and dying

my grand mother is old, ailing and dying. it's just a matter of time i suppose. sad and morbid but it's just part and parcel of life. no big deal. it's not like we were very close, me not being able to converse in hokkien and she not being able to converse in english or chinese. but i still love her and i care for her. no she's not like going to die in the near future. she's 80+ so i give it a max of 99. no i'm not being morbid. just realistic.

what galls me the most is the internal struggle for her wealth. it's just digusting. you have 8 sons and 2 daughters and granted, most of them cannot be bothered about it. but it's disgusting how the 3 of you try to isolate her from the rest of her children in a desperate and pathetic attempt to horde her fortune for yourselves. for you 2 spinsters who couldnt get married (for obvious reasons, mainly your too god damn bloody fucking obnoxious and anal) and think that since you have been taking care of her all this while you deserve more. well fuck off. if you had been a tad more attractive, a tad more open and a tad less conservative you would probably have gotten married. but no and just too bad. just know that in your old age do not even think about approaching me for help. i've seen the way you treat your own mother and i'n disgusted. if you were not older than me and grandma wasnt there i would have given you a piece of my mind. what's wrong with giving into the her once in a while. it's not as iff you'll die.

and lastly, my "FAVORITE" uncle. i hope you die and burn in hell for all of eternity. it's no wonder all you brothers hated you. and most of the nephews. and stop telling me your toyota corolla is faster, more comfortable and more beatiful than my nissan sunny. and for god's sake do not tell me your fucked up car has a sports mode. i'm in the university for crying out loud while you daughter had to retake her a'levels and your son is just... stupid would be too nice.
granted you car is newer, it is more comfortable but it is not faster. ha! tried it time and again. and to me, that's all that matters. BUT since you like to compare so much, how about we compare my car to you son's car!!

of wait, he doesnt have a driving liscense. i wonder why. are you too poor to send him to the driving school. and even if he had one, will you buy him a car. so stop telling me i've got a fucked up car. bottom line is i got a car and it moves. it goes where i want it to go at the very least.

and stop playing the role of the return of the prodigal son. you've never been there so stop trying to act like you're there now. the whole world knows you're eyeing what ever fortune she has left. it's so despicable it just had to be you to play that role. even your own daughter is disgusted by you. fancy forcing her to go down once a week to look after grandma. shame on you, you asswipe.

EQ

taking the train home today, i was appalled at the stupidity of some people. i had a presentation this morning and was wearing office wear and these 3 secondary school girls were standing in front of me... so far so good. but put 3 girls together and what do u get? a mass bitching session. incidentally they were loud enough for me to hear them. let's call them dumb, dumber and dumbest, for simplicities' sake, D, DD AND DDD. d was making a comment about ME to dd and ddd regarding my attire. "look at that guy, wear so nice then go home so early... must be kena sacked then asked to leave. that's why leave so early...". dd and ddd agreed whole heartedly. OH MY FUCKING GOD. are you dumb or are u dumb. when someone wears office wear he must be working...? and i cannot see how their simple thought process works. office wear in a train during non office hours = kena sacked.

maybe i had taken the day off, maybe i have an emergency at home. what if i'm in sales or the insurance industry. maybe i'm off to meet a client... but getting sacked? maybe, judging from your unrecognizable uniforms you're MOST probably not smart enough to get into a better school and perhaps your biggest aim in life is to finish up your N'levels and then start work. perhaps ur a bit more inspired, how about your fucking o'levels instead, i mean it's just 1 more year, how hard can it get? but then again, i beg to differ. if you place your efforts into studying you might just end up in the university, instead of galleventing around orchard road at 12 pm in the day. another example of truancy. if you want to skip school have to decency to not wear your god damned uniform especially during school hours. you obviously do not know enough to know that some members of the public take pride in reporting truancy, smoking, vulgar language to the schools involved. but then i dun blame you, you can barely speak coherently.

in my hands i was holding an issue of today. what i cannot seem to understand is why does today have an advertisement as every fucking alternate page. go take a look at today. it's one page articles, one page advertisement. repeat the process till you reach the end of the paper. oh and the front page and the back page is a advertisement. today's one was an advertisement on the 1st humans, how we evolved and what we'll most likely be in a gazillion years time. it's like wah lao aye... DD noticed that i was flipping the newspapers really fast and said," then u see him read the newspaper, obviously never read one. action only." die and burn in hell you bitch. do u expect me to read every single advertisement... and even if i were skimming through no one reads EVERY SINGLE BLOODY FLAMING article. most people only read the section that interests them or for today's case, the articles that you find most relevant.

i swear if i were holding the asia wall street journal you would probably be wondering what the hell i was reading.

for crying out loud if you wanna bitch about someone make sure he/ she cannot hear you.

on the way back i met 2 little girls, they were walking along the pavement playing LETS GUESS THE CAR'S LISCENSE PLATE as well as the BRAND. FINE. i understand kids do the most retarded things and i still do it now a days. when they reached my car the 1st girl said, BMW! followed by EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE NEVER WASH ONE. WHAT THE FUCK. what the fuck. am i destined to meet people like that for my whole life. furious i unleashed my dog on them.... that dumb bitch was so scared of them she refused to step out of the house.

what's new...

the other one promptly rebutted. it's a nissan sunny lah idiot. bmw nicer.

you shattered my heart into a million pieces and all the king's soldiers and all the kings men could never put adrian back together again.

crying out loud

thanks to the terrible influence of KK i am now hooked onto maple story. yes, maple story... now before you shake your head is disgust and disblief or simple stare at the sky wondering what the hell am i talking about let me defend myself.

i was bored, under entertained and looking for a better way to waste my time. compounded with a generous donantion by the play maple story foundation ( chaired by KK) which ensured that i will never be unable to purchase any item so far, i was bought. that's it. all it takes to buy me is honeyed words and a sweet tongue. simple.

the game play is unrealistic, simplistic, stupid and brainless. but it's exactly these qualities that keep me coming back for more. there is simply too much allure. if i had to choose between lying in bed doing nothing as to sitting at my table and doing "nothing" as well, then i would rather be sitting at my table doing nothing thank you very much.

i'm rushing a finance project with no end in sight. the people are great. it's fun, i'm slacking and i'm bored outta my mind. i've done my part but there's only so much and so far you can move when you dont have enough things on hand. it's like going to war without enough water, fighting with 1 hand tied. walking with a 10000kg weight behind you.

for crying out loud shoot me.

Taking Care

in this day and age the concept of "taking care" of your friend obselete. everyone so caught up in the rat race that they take whatever comes their way especially when there is nothing worth gaining from going that extra mile except the person's goodwill.

i miss hanging out with ah bengs, mainly because of their willingness to go out of the way for their friends. their comaradrie, in other words, "yi qi" and brotherhood. many people i know will just laugh and shrug it off when talking about them and i've done so myself but it's exactly this kind of friendship that keeps them together.

too many people take it for granted. when you go out of your way to help them it's nice and when you do not, it's only normal. i can make the effort to fetch you back and forth only to have you play me out when we're in a foreign land. granted, it's no big deal that no accomodation was booked for me. but still.

i save a seat for you in class etc etc and one day i stroll into class and you're sitting with another group. granted again no big deal. but still.

i lent you $400 bucks at your request and only got back the principle after 4 months and then in small denominations and i coughed up another $100 the week after you paid me back only to get rejected when i wanted to borrow $100. no big deal. but still.

if i take care of my friends then who takes care of me.