Monday, March 31, 2008
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Wii
good friday turned out to be better than expected. with a mahjong game before they
decided to play wii. which ended up with them looking like this.
(the video has not been uploaded due to the pending authorization of the participants involved. at this point, i must say that they looked most unglamorous in the video, explaining the lack of authorization.)
decided to play wii. which ended up with them looking like this.
(the video has not been uploaded due to the pending authorization of the participants involved. at this point, i must say that they looked most unglamorous in the video, explaining the lack of authorization.)
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Friday, March 21, 2008
I finally have a breather. Wednesday will be my last presentation in SMU. Meanwhile, I’ve already submitted my last report for the school. The feeling is just kind of weird. Not that I’m complaining though.
My beloved sister drove my car, got the tire punctured. Called me to tell me that it was punctured. And asked if I could take the car back to change the tire for her.
All this while, one thought was running through my head. Do I look like a mechanic? Thinking that I didn’t, I told her to go change the tire to the spare and I’ll take the car to the workshop to repair the busted tire.
At 3pm, I called her to ask her where the car was and whether I could go take it.
“Yeah! It’s at my in-laws place. You can go and take it. * PAUSE * but I haven’t changed the tires yet…. Sorry…”
Seriously. So guess who had to call his childhood friends to go with him to her in-laws place, spend almost 30 minutes trying to change the tire in the mother fucking rain. Before bringing the tire to the tire shop where he got the BEST service ever.
At the tire shop…
I parked the car, got out of the car, INTO THE RAIN AGAIN and proceeded to open my boot. “Uncle ar, can help me repair this tire?”
To this, I got no reply. He just walked to the boot, took out the punctured tire and started doing what people do to repair punctured tires. At this time, another man got up and started to do an inspection around my car. He then took a jack and started raising the car to replace the spare tire. Note, all this was done without a single word being said to me. At this point, yx looked at me and said, “hey have they spoken to you yet?”
“No?”
“Then how do you know they know what you want them to do?”
“I dunno. But it looks like they’re doing the right thing…”
“ermmmm…. Good luck.”
After they changed the tire, one of them came up to me and said, “ten dollars”
I paid him the money and asked him to check the pressure on the rest of the tires. He turned and walk away, checked all the tires, walked back and gave me a thumbs up sign. Seriously. What is wrong with people now a days.
My beloved sister drove my car, got the tire punctured. Called me to tell me that it was punctured. And asked if I could take the car back to change the tire for her.
All this while, one thought was running through my head. Do I look like a mechanic? Thinking that I didn’t, I told her to go change the tire to the spare and I’ll take the car to the workshop to repair the busted tire.
At 3pm, I called her to ask her where the car was and whether I could go take it.
“Yeah! It’s at my in-laws place. You can go and take it. * PAUSE * but I haven’t changed the tires yet…. Sorry…”
Seriously. So guess who had to call his childhood friends to go with him to her in-laws place, spend almost 30 minutes trying to change the tire in the mother fucking rain. Before bringing the tire to the tire shop where he got the BEST service ever.
At the tire shop…
I parked the car, got out of the car, INTO THE RAIN AGAIN and proceeded to open my boot. “Uncle ar, can help me repair this tire?”
To this, I got no reply. He just walked to the boot, took out the punctured tire and started doing what people do to repair punctured tires. At this time, another man got up and started to do an inspection around my car. He then took a jack and started raising the car to replace the spare tire. Note, all this was done without a single word being said to me. At this point, yx looked at me and said, “hey have they spoken to you yet?”
“No?”
“Then how do you know they know what you want them to do?”
“I dunno. But it looks like they’re doing the right thing…”
“ermmmm…. Good luck.”
After they changed the tire, one of them came up to me and said, “ten dollars”
I paid him the money and asked him to check the pressure on the rest of the tires. He turned and walk away, checked all the tires, walked back and gave me a thumbs up sign. Seriously. What is wrong with people now a days.
Thursday, March 20, 2008
Sunday, March 16, 2008
THE WII IS EVIL
these 4 games have taken up so much of my time... it's really disgusting.
In chronological order of course.
In chronological order of course.
Saturday, March 15, 2008
What exactly does it mean to have privacy?
Is privacy over rated?
Does privacy clash with the freedom of expression? Should I be free to express anything I want, it would be inevitable that one of those things I choose to express would fall within someone’s privacy sphere. For example, if I slept with a girl at a party, then would my right to tell everyone about it be stronger than her right to want to keep it secret? Then, the question would be would I get my freedom of expression or would the other person’s privacy prevail?
Should there be a winner, then we can say that society favours 1 over the other. But does society favour freedom of expression over the right to privacy or the other way around? The answer that some are proposing would be proportionality. Whether the right to privacy outweigh my freedom of expression.
What approach should the law take?
Should aspects of privacy that have an economic interest be treated differently? Should celebrities who court publicity then be protected by an invasion of privacy? It is after all in their line of work to court and seek publicity. Then someone bite the hand that feeds them, who is at fault? Should celebrities be granted the same protection as the common man in the street?
These are just some of the questions I have to answer for my paper. And I believe it is sufficiently thought provoking to let all you people know about it. So read it, think about it or just do nothing at all. I don’t quite care.
Is privacy over rated?
Does privacy clash with the freedom of expression? Should I be free to express anything I want, it would be inevitable that one of those things I choose to express would fall within someone’s privacy sphere. For example, if I slept with a girl at a party, then would my right to tell everyone about it be stronger than her right to want to keep it secret? Then, the question would be would I get my freedom of expression or would the other person’s privacy prevail?
Should there be a winner, then we can say that society favours 1 over the other. But does society favour freedom of expression over the right to privacy or the other way around? The answer that some are proposing would be proportionality. Whether the right to privacy outweigh my freedom of expression.
What approach should the law take?
Should aspects of privacy that have an economic interest be treated differently? Should celebrities who court publicity then be protected by an invasion of privacy? It is after all in their line of work to court and seek publicity. Then someone bite the hand that feeds them, who is at fault? Should celebrities be granted the same protection as the common man in the street?
These are just some of the questions I have to answer for my paper. And I believe it is sufficiently thought provoking to let all you people know about it. So read it, think about it or just do nothing at all. I don’t quite care.
Thursday, March 13, 2008
Death of a Clown - The Kinks
My makeup is dry and it clags on my chin
I'm drowning my sorrows in whisky and gin
The lion tamers whip doesnt crack anymore
The lions they wont fight and the tigers wont roar
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
So lets all drink to the death of a clown
Wont someone help me to break up this crown
Lets all drink to the death of a clown
Lets all drink to the death of a clown
The old fortune teller lies dead on the floor
Nobody needs fortunes told anymore
The trainer of insects is crouched on his knees
And frantically looking for runaway fleas
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Lets all drink to the death of a clown
So wont someone help me to break up this crown
Lets all drink to the death of a clown
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Lets all drink to the death of a clown
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
My makeup is dry and it clags on my chin
I'm drowning my sorrows in whisky and gin
The lion tamers whip doesnt crack anymore
The lions they wont fight and the tigers wont roar
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
So lets all drink to the death of a clown
Wont someone help me to break up this crown
Lets all drink to the death of a clown
Lets all drink to the death of a clown
The old fortune teller lies dead on the floor
Nobody needs fortunes told anymore
The trainer of insects is crouched on his knees
And frantically looking for runaway fleas
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Lets all drink to the death of a clown
So wont someone help me to break up this crown
Lets all drink to the death of a clown
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Lets all drink to the death of a clown
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Wednesday, March 05, 2008
Monday, March 03, 2008
Sunday, March 02, 2008
I have so many things due. A law paper due on the 18th of march. A group written report and powerpoint slides due on the 13th of march. I just sent out my FIIM report at 3am last night though I think it ended off pretty badly mainly because I got lazy. I did not have time to go through the final report of my other law mod last night. I think one of my group mate’s really pissed off with me. Like REALLY pissed off.
And I have to prepare for my presentation tomorrow. Double fucking balls.
I just got out of a 30 page report, 1,230 pages of data entry - which I had to do to clear my cip hours so that I can gradute. I get that it’s really no one’s fault but mine, once you factor in that I had 3.5 years to fucking finish 80 hours…
I also had to do the power point slides for this project, finish the power point slides for another project. So there’s my break week. Saturday would have been a good day to take a break but I stupidly promised some people that I’ll play touch for them. Balls.
The world is just not spinning the way I want it to.
My mom seems to have taken a new stance of emotional black mail along the lines of “I want to come home but there’s no one at home and I’m really lonely.”
This after she tried the hard way of, “ you better come home or I’ll not give you any more money.”
I hope that I could employ some poor sucker in india or china to do my stuff for me. I’ll pay him a fair wage of S$2 per hour. Hell that’s 10 yuan man. Think about it.
I have a great interest in politics in Malaysia at the moment. I sincerely want BN to lose badly but still retain control of the government. Stability is of course more important that a petty want of mine. But should they lose popular vote, they would have so much internal strife going on, they might just sell us a part of JB. That would be cool but what are the odds.
I want to just sit down with my friends and play wii the whole day. Mario super charged strikers anyone?
I had the mother of all lectures yesterday, courtesy of the girlfriend’s dad. I’ve never heard anyone utter so many hard truths in 30 minutes.
My white macbook now has a black protector. Because I lost the one my girlfriend bought for me and she didn’t want the one I bought for her. Are you confused yet you stupid shits.
Everyone keeps asking me what does loose lips sink ships mean. In case you’re all wondering, it’s nothing personally. It’s a world war 2 slogan which actually goes, “loose lips might sink ships”. It used to warn the public (especially the media) to be careful with what they utter in public. The poster’s words were worded like this, LOOSE LIPS might SINK SHIPS, coining the phrase loose lips sink ships. And I came across it while reading world war v 2.1 an alternative history book. And surprise surprise! It’s on world war 2! It struck me again after watching JUNO where one song goes by the title loose lips. So there it is.
And I have to prepare for my presentation tomorrow. Double fucking balls.
I just got out of a 30 page report, 1,230 pages of data entry - which I had to do to clear my cip hours so that I can gradute. I get that it’s really no one’s fault but mine, once you factor in that I had 3.5 years to fucking finish 80 hours…
I also had to do the power point slides for this project, finish the power point slides for another project. So there’s my break week. Saturday would have been a good day to take a break but I stupidly promised some people that I’ll play touch for them. Balls.
The world is just not spinning the way I want it to.
My mom seems to have taken a new stance of emotional black mail along the lines of “I want to come home but there’s no one at home and I’m really lonely.”
This after she tried the hard way of, “ you better come home or I’ll not give you any more money.”
I hope that I could employ some poor sucker in india or china to do my stuff for me. I’ll pay him a fair wage of S$2 per hour. Hell that’s 10 yuan man. Think about it.
I have a great interest in politics in Malaysia at the moment. I sincerely want BN to lose badly but still retain control of the government. Stability is of course more important that a petty want of mine. But should they lose popular vote, they would have so much internal strife going on, they might just sell us a part of JB. That would be cool but what are the odds.
I want to just sit down with my friends and play wii the whole day. Mario super charged strikers anyone?
I had the mother of all lectures yesterday, courtesy of the girlfriend’s dad. I’ve never heard anyone utter so many hard truths in 30 minutes.
My white macbook now has a black protector. Because I lost the one my girlfriend bought for me and she didn’t want the one I bought for her. Are you confused yet you stupid shits.
Everyone keeps asking me what does loose lips sink ships mean. In case you’re all wondering, it’s nothing personally. It’s a world war 2 slogan which actually goes, “loose lips might sink ships”. It used to warn the public (especially the media) to be careful with what they utter in public. The poster’s words were worded like this, LOOSE LIPS might SINK SHIPS, coining the phrase loose lips sink ships. And I came across it while reading world war v 2.1 an alternative history book. And surprise surprise! It’s on world war 2! It struck me again after watching JUNO where one song goes by the title loose lips. So there it is.
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