the fine art of lying, give the fool what ever he wants. remember, when you're lying, NOTHING IS IMPOSSIBLE or DESPICABLE or WRONG.
after trying to persuade him to go for supper.
Jeremy: a yawn begets a 1000 yawns says:
i want ann kok
Jeremy: a yawn begets a 1000 yawns says:
you get her i go
Puff - burn the effing lot!!! and go to GOLD DUST!!! says:
haha
Puff - burn the effing lot!!! and go to GOLD DUST!!! says:
okok
Puff - burn the effing lot!!! and go to GOLD DUST!!! says:
1130 at newton
Puff - burn the effing lot!!! and go to GOLD DUST!!! says:
she'll be there
Puff - burn the effing lot!!! and go to GOLD DUST!!! says:
steady
Jeremy: a yawn begets a 1000 yawns says:
fuck you
Puff - burn the effing lot!!! and go to GOLD DUST!!! says:
wah lao
Puff - burn the effing lot!!! and go to GOLD DUST!!! says:
why u dun believe me
Puff - burn the effing lot!!! and go to GOLD DUST!!! says:
wahaha
Jeremy: a yawn begets a 1000 yawns says:
cos you dun have her number
Puff - burn the effing lot!!! and go to GOLD DUST!!! says:
i got
Puff - burn the effing lot!!! and go to GOLD DUST!!! says:
calling her now
Puff - burn the effing lot!!! and go to GOLD DUST!!! says:
she say steady bomp pee pee
Puff - burn the effing lot!!! and go to GOLD DUST!!! says:
Jeremy: a yawn begets a 1000 yawns says:
eyah whats her number?
Puff - burn the effing lot!!! and go to GOLD DUST!!! says:
she's dying to meet u
Puff - burn the effing lot!!! and go to GOLD DUST!!! says:
cannot give u lah
Puff - burn the effing lot!!! and go to GOLD DUST!!! says:
she say when she meets u she give u
Puff - burn the effing lot!!! and go to GOLD DUST!!! says:
Jeremy: a yawn begets a 1000 yawns says:
please lah
Jeremy: a yawn begets a 1000 yawns says:
it is just delaying the obvious
Jeremy: a yawn begets a 1000 yawns says:
i sure get her number if i meet her lah
Jeremy: a yawn begets a 1000 yawns says:
its natural man
if it's not working the just don't bother... and yes i'm bored. 2 post in 1 hr...
Friday, September 30, 2005
Financing a girlfriend 101 B
the difference between men and women.
1) a guy thinks that giving a girl 5 gifts a year is more than sufficient.
a girl wants 13 - 14.
and they consist of 5 big gifts and 8 small gifts. a big gift is anything than $50+++ while a small one is $20+++ . u sum that up that's $250 + 160 = 410. yes, 410 big ones in a year...
2) their idea of a meal is that they would have 3 meals with their other halfs' a week. 2 normal meals, 1 good meal. A WEEK FOR CRYING OUT LOUD. that sums up to $ 10 for a normal meal and $30 for a good meal. total $50 a week for 2 people. of course no sane man will pay for his girlfriend EVERYTIME. so we had an average. the guy usually ends up paying slightly more. say, 65% of the meal. that would make it a good $32.50 a week. a month that would amount to $130. in a year... oh my god. and to all the ladies out there please do not go crying about injustice and how unfair the world is that you and your boyfriend ALWAYS go dutch. i mean think about it. he does pay more most of the time... admit it for crying out loud.
3) sending the girls home. that is the mother of all killers. let's say a train ride is $1 and a but ride too. that is taking into account time spent and it makes my calculations a whole lot more easier. let's say we meet her at orchard, and take a bus to where ever she stays, and let's say we need to take a bus in. that's $2 1 way, and $4 home. assuming he just back tracks. most couples would like to meet thrice a week, that makes it erm... 12 a week? 48 a month. just adding all these up u get a whooping around 210 a month plus and minus. and you havent even taken into account your own expenses. do they expect up to survive on fresh air and water...? the air must be really fresh and a whole shit load of water.
this point is further magnified when your driving. in fact it is akin when we compare simple interest to compound interest. for those of you who know what i'm talking about, it's like over the long run, there's really no fight. an average car consumes 1 litre of petrol for every 10 km travel. should you girl friend stay in tampines (a whole shit load of people stay there...) and you happen to stay in CHUA CHU KANG (another place with a whole lot of people.) your taking a good 30km from your place to her place. ONE MOTHER FUCKING WAY FOR CRYING OUT LOUD. okok, let's be oblective, u guys are in town, it's around 10 pm, u have 2 options, 1, send her home. 2, do not send her home. should you choose option 1, there is no problem EXCEPT for the hole it burns in your pocket. should you choose option 2, ...... i pity the sad bastard. after getting a piece of her mind and having to experience the cold war, you'll oblige and then you're back at option 1. and btw, it does not have to be 10 pm, it could be in the middle of the bright sunny afternoon. let's say it's around 15 km to reach her place from town. that's erm... 1 and a half litres. plus from her house to your house... that's another 3 litres. the grand total is 4.5 litres. woo hoo! with the current petrol price of $1.663 per litre (it's actually $1.884 at 1st and 1.663 after discount. and that's assuming you pump the most readily availible cheap petrol which is shell 95.), you are effectively paying $7.4835 EVERY TIME YOU SEND HER HOME. that's like $22.45 a WEEK and 89.802 a month.
replace this figure with the money you spend on bus/mrt you get a whooping $260 plus or minus a month. the best part about taking mrt is that the you always get to go dutch. have you ever heard of a guy carrying TWO easylink cards.. one for him and one for his girlfriend...?
the worst part about driving her home is that you never get your money back. you will not ask her to pay you let's say after every trip right...? come on... only if you're really broke.
and what!?!? they expect us to do so much although we're getting on the average around $400 for allowance?! that's like more than half and almost 3/4?!?! mamamia...
note, go and watch gold dust. it's a show by KUMAR at orchard towers and it's really good. at least if you catch it once in a while. and the "girls" there are hotter than at least one third of the girls in smu. which means half the girls in nus and 3/4 of the girls in ntu.
1) a guy thinks that giving a girl 5 gifts a year is more than sufficient.
a girl wants 13 - 14.
and they consist of 5 big gifts and 8 small gifts. a big gift is anything than $50+++ while a small one is $20+++ . u sum that up that's $250 + 160 = 410. yes, 410 big ones in a year...
2) their idea of a meal is that they would have 3 meals with their other halfs' a week. 2 normal meals, 1 good meal. A WEEK FOR CRYING OUT LOUD. that sums up to $ 10 for a normal meal and $30 for a good meal. total $50 a week for 2 people. of course no sane man will pay for his girlfriend EVERYTIME. so we had an average. the guy usually ends up paying slightly more. say, 65% of the meal. that would make it a good $32.50 a week. a month that would amount to $130. in a year... oh my god. and to all the ladies out there please do not go crying about injustice and how unfair the world is that you and your boyfriend ALWAYS go dutch. i mean think about it. he does pay more most of the time... admit it for crying out loud.
3) sending the girls home. that is the mother of all killers. let's say a train ride is $1 and a but ride too. that is taking into account time spent and it makes my calculations a whole lot more easier. let's say we meet her at orchard, and take a bus to where ever she stays, and let's say we need to take a bus in. that's $2 1 way, and $4 home. assuming he just back tracks. most couples would like to meet thrice a week, that makes it erm... 12 a week? 48 a month. just adding all these up u get a whooping around 210 a month plus and minus. and you havent even taken into account your own expenses. do they expect up to survive on fresh air and water...? the air must be really fresh and a whole shit load of water.
this point is further magnified when your driving. in fact it is akin when we compare simple interest to compound interest. for those of you who know what i'm talking about, it's like over the long run, there's really no fight. an average car consumes 1 litre of petrol for every 10 km travel. should you girl friend stay in tampines (a whole shit load of people stay there...) and you happen to stay in CHUA CHU KANG (another place with a whole lot of people.) your taking a good 30km from your place to her place. ONE MOTHER FUCKING WAY FOR CRYING OUT LOUD. okok, let's be oblective, u guys are in town, it's around 10 pm, u have 2 options, 1, send her home. 2, do not send her home. should you choose option 1, there is no problem EXCEPT for the hole it burns in your pocket. should you choose option 2, ...... i pity the sad bastard. after getting a piece of her mind and having to experience the cold war, you'll oblige and then you're back at option 1. and btw, it does not have to be 10 pm, it could be in the middle of the bright sunny afternoon. let's say it's around 15 km to reach her place from town. that's erm... 1 and a half litres. plus from her house to your house... that's another 3 litres. the grand total is 4.5 litres. woo hoo! with the current petrol price of $1.663 per litre (it's actually $1.884 at 1st and 1.663 after discount. and that's assuming you pump the most readily availible cheap petrol which is shell 95.), you are effectively paying $7.4835 EVERY TIME YOU SEND HER HOME. that's like $22.45 a WEEK and 89.802 a month.
replace this figure with the money you spend on bus/mrt you get a whooping $260 plus or minus a month. the best part about taking mrt is that the you always get to go dutch. have you ever heard of a guy carrying TWO easylink cards.. one for him and one for his girlfriend...?
the worst part about driving her home is that you never get your money back. you will not ask her to pay you let's say after every trip right...? come on... only if you're really broke.
and what!?!? they expect us to do so much although we're getting on the average around $400 for allowance?! that's like more than half and almost 3/4?!?! mamamia...
note, go and watch gold dust. it's a show by KUMAR at orchard towers and it's really good. at least if you catch it once in a while. and the "girls" there are hotter than at least one third of the girls in smu. which means half the girls in nus and 3/4 of the girls in ntu.
Notes on Islamic Banking
Jeremy: 5.01% returns. says:
you bring pork also can
Jeremy: 5.01% returns. says:
bring on fucking pig to the bank
Jeremy: 5.01% returns. says:
they run away you can take all the money
Jeremy: 5.01% returns. says:
better than gun
you bring pork also can
Jeremy: 5.01% returns. says:
bring on fucking pig to the bank
Jeremy: 5.01% returns. says:
they run away you can take all the money
Jeremy: 5.01% returns. says:
better than gun
Thursday, September 29, 2005
Narcissistic
Celest* DC is a DiCkhead says:
celest chong is ugly
Puff - burn the effing lot! says:
she's quite hot wat.
Celest* DC is a DiCkhead says:
but haha so am i
if ego could power cities you could power ever single city in the world for 10000000000 years. =)
celest chong is ugly
Puff - burn the effing lot! says:
she's quite hot wat.
Celest* DC is a DiCkhead says:
but haha so am i
if ego could power cities you could power ever single city in the world for 10000000000 years. =)
Neon Genesis
everyone has a perception of me. my father has one, my mom has one, my sis, basically everyone has an image of me myself included. but then if their perceptions of me are the true me and i am the true me what then constiutes me?
each individual's perception of me is true, at least to them. that is to say what i think and feel about a certain person is true. and that is how that person is viewed, at least to me. and what i think of myself is true to myself at least. then wouldnt i want them to think the best of me. at least in that case everyone will see me as the ideal person. but then if i do that then i will be true to everyone except myself. then should i go about doing what everyone would like me to do at the expense of my own self identity or should i go around pissing the whole world off. or should we all be so blessed that our personal goals run parrellel to the goals of the real world.
is it possible to combine every single happy memory we have and thread it into a rosebeads that we can hold on to and grab at everytime we are under going some emotional turmoil... but we cannot do that, it is simply impossible.
people always bitch at how unlucky they are, how they missed the bus, how they missed the train, how they got caught for not putting a parking coupon and how life is unfair. but do they actually remember when they reached the bus stop and the bus came before they sat down, how they rushed down the flight of steps and got into the train as the doors were closing, how they got away with free parking 10 times in a row and how things seem to be going their way...
but then again if we would like to remember all the happy thoughts then why do we never seem to remember those.
happiness is a state of mind. if we think we're happy then we are happy.
i think i'm happy. therefore i am happy. simple.
each individual's perception of me is true, at least to them. that is to say what i think and feel about a certain person is true. and that is how that person is viewed, at least to me. and what i think of myself is true to myself at least. then wouldnt i want them to think the best of me. at least in that case everyone will see me as the ideal person. but then if i do that then i will be true to everyone except myself. then should i go about doing what everyone would like me to do at the expense of my own self identity or should i go around pissing the whole world off. or should we all be so blessed that our personal goals run parrellel to the goals of the real world.
is it possible to combine every single happy memory we have and thread it into a rosebeads that we can hold on to and grab at everytime we are under going some emotional turmoil... but we cannot do that, it is simply impossible.
people always bitch at how unlucky they are, how they missed the bus, how they missed the train, how they got caught for not putting a parking coupon and how life is unfair. but do they actually remember when they reached the bus stop and the bus came before they sat down, how they rushed down the flight of steps and got into the train as the doors were closing, how they got away with free parking 10 times in a row and how things seem to be going their way...
but then again if we would like to remember all the happy thoughts then why do we never seem to remember those.
happiness is a state of mind. if we think we're happy then we are happy.
i think i'm happy. therefore i am happy. simple.
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
Woke Up This Morning Feeling Fine
woke u this morning feeling fine. i now know how does a CEO work. he wakes up in the morning with a small task to do, in my case, it was building a circuit. and then his secretary (my gf) comes into the room with her note pad( my handphone) and reads off my list of appointments and things to do.
1) "remember you have a meeting at 2 this afternoon." "yes..." i replied
2) "PPS smsed you asking if it was okay to remove a some slides." okay.
3) "there's food in the kitchen that your mom left behind." yes...
4) "you sister asked if she could delete some files on your thumbdrive." tell her to delete everything.
all that without ever leavin my table, no, without moving anything more than my mouth i've managed to reach 4 people. amazing. despite what ever they say about technology, nothing can beat the human slave. wrong. the human touch.
1) "remember you have a meeting at 2 this afternoon." "yes..." i replied
2) "PPS smsed you asking if it was okay to remove a some slides." okay.
3) "there's food in the kitchen that your mom left behind." yes...
4) "you sister asked if she could delete some files on your thumbdrive." tell her to delete everything.
all that without ever leavin my table, no, without moving anything more than my mouth i've managed to reach 4 people. amazing. despite what ever they say about technology, nothing can beat the human slave. wrong. the human touch.
In The Temple Of The King
One day, in the year of the foxCame a time remembered well,When the strong young man of the rising sunHeard the tolling of the great black bell.One day in the year of the fox,When the bell began to ring,It meant the time had come for one to goTo the temple of the king.There in the middle of the circle he stands,Searching, seeking.With just one touch of his trembling hand,The answer will be found.Daylight waits while the old man sings,Heaven help me!And then like the rush of a thousand wings,It shines upon the one.And the day has just begun.One day in the year of the foxCame a time remembered well,When the strong young man of the rising sunHeard the tolling of the great black bell.One day in the year of the fox,When the bell began to singIt meant the time had come for the one to goTo the temple of the king.There in the middle of the people he stands,Seeing, feeling.With just a wave of the strong right hand, he’s goneTo the temple of the king.Far from the circle, at the edge of the world,He’s hoping, wondering.Thinking back on the stories he’s heard ofWhat he’s going to see.There, in the middle of a circle it lies.Heaven help me!Then all could see by the shine in his eyesThe answer had been found.Back with the people in the circle he stands,Giving, feeling.With just one touch of a strong right hand, they knowOf the temple and the king.
Monday, September 26, 2005
i can tell you i wasnt the only one who didnt want to have the meeting at pick and bite. what do you have to say now. that the other person has too much fats too?
i blamed you for not informing me with the biggest smile on my face. yeah i blamed you alright.
and by making people agree with me that i think a girl is cute means i'm after her. talk to more guys please.
and appearing rich...? i'm sorry, how do you appear rich... and calling myself rich?!
and from what you've said, i gather that if you are rich you cannot be stingy... is that what i'm garnering? so following you line of logic, if your rich you should spend your money unstingly? what then is unstingly? please define.
if you didnt want to work with me you could have just said so. you know i wouldnt take it personally. or maybe you did, you probably thought i would shrivel and die if you didnt want to. yeah, i'm shriveling now.
p.s despite what ever i've said about you on this blog there was never any personal attacks. i only focused on things you did to me and i was impartial. but most importantly there was no personal attacks. never once did i mention you physical defects or short comings. and i never want to start.
and i never knew you detested me so much, i guess you didnt detest me as much when you were consistently making me late or almost late when you were hitching a ride from me to school. ah, joyce, what you said can be so true.
i blamed you for not informing me with the biggest smile on my face. yeah i blamed you alright.
and by making people agree with me that i think a girl is cute means i'm after her. talk to more guys please.
and appearing rich...? i'm sorry, how do you appear rich... and calling myself rich?!
and from what you've said, i gather that if you are rich you cannot be stingy... is that what i'm garnering? so following you line of logic, if your rich you should spend your money unstingly? what then is unstingly? please define.
if you didnt want to work with me you could have just said so. you know i wouldnt take it personally. or maybe you did, you probably thought i would shrivel and die if you didnt want to. yeah, i'm shriveling now.
p.s despite what ever i've said about you on this blog there was never any personal attacks. i only focused on things you did to me and i was impartial. but most importantly there was no personal attacks. never once did i mention you physical defects or short comings. and i never want to start.
and i never knew you detested me so much, i guess you didnt detest me as much when you were consistently making me late or almost late when you were hitching a ride from me to school. ah, joyce, what you said can be so true.
Sunday, September 25, 2005
Under The Stars
i went to nokia's cinema under the starlight festival last night to catch harry potter and i swear, it is the single most uncomfortable experience since my army days. u may say i've gotten soft, nuai and weak but i stand by my stand, it was uncomfortable. if it was not for the great company i had with me i would most surely have left regardless of whether i had extracted full utility of the ticket or not.
it was a nice place but it could not compare to fort canning, not by a long shot. and the name movie under the starlight is nice and all if there HAD been any stars. as far as i could tell u could see nothing in the cloud strickened sky. and even if it had been a clear cloudless night, with all the lights coming from the street lamps and sky scrapers, we would never have been able to see anything. trust me on the lights. in fact, the only place where i've ever seen stars at night are pulau tekong, chua chu kang (certain parts), the great australian outback and brunei. if you've noticed, these places are places far away from civilisation and that is probably why we can see the stars at night. it's as if civiliasation has sucked out every part of nature, leaving behind it's hard, cold and unfeeling buildings. but the few times you are able to see the starry starry night, where you can see a star as far as your eyes can look. when you can see the jeweled box, a collection of stars that are so faint, you can only see them when you're using a pair of binos or anything more powerful and through the binos you finally see their muti-coloured splendor. or being able to easily make out orion and not just seeing his belt...
back to my point. the queue at the movie screening was ridiculously long. it stretched from the field nearer to SRC all the way back till it covered half of SRC. but at least it moved real fast and i was proud to see that majority of the people watching the show had the decency to move to the back of the queue rather than try to cut the queue. it was no mean feat to cut the queue and in fact i was very tempted to cut the field knowing that the average singaporean would probably just give me the dirty look and more importantly, keep their traps shut. but no, i guess spending too much time with BY has made me a big fat softie. no, i just didnt see the point of cutting the queue and we ended up walking all the way to the end of the queue.
the job of an emcee is really easy, you just have to keep talking about the main sponsors and how great they are. it's much easier when you are equipped and authorised to give away as many goodie bags as you want. and it doesnt take much skill on their part to ask questions like ," WHO IS THE MAIN SPONSOR FOR THIS EVENT?! p.s, it's written on the ticket..." or " which car company is one of the sponsors for this event? remember the car you saw on the way in? " or," which mineral water company sponsored this event? LOOK AT THE BALLONS THAT ARE SURROUNDING YOU!!"
the best part was when they asked this guy what movies were they screening tonight, and he answered in this high pitched, nasal sounding, heavily accented ah beng voice completed with ah beng grammer," i am here to watching arry potter and the chamberS of secret (where is the s in secrets?!?!) and the prisoner of aaaaa azkaba." when i heard that i just looked at BY and smiled only to see her looking back at me and giving me that DID YOU HEAR THAT look. i couldn't help smirking to myself when the emcees said, " I AM TRYING VERY HARD NOT TO LAUGH." what the hell!!! talk about being untactful or politically wrong man. how on earth did he managed to get the job, even i had the better sense to not make a snipe comment when i heard that.
after the 1st movie we, actually i thinkit was more I then WE couldn't take it anymore. my legs were sore and my ass was protesting. my back was aching and i wished that someone would be smart enough to make a screen such that i can look at it when i am lying flat down on my back and gazing up into the sky. do not tell me it is impossible because i believe almost nothing is impossible in the world now a days. all it takes is a strong desire for that to happen and of course, UNLIMITED FUNDING. the power of money and as i've always said, money is not everything but money can make many things many times less difficult. bottom line, i want to have so much money i can use them to wipe my ass, blow my nose and to use money as rough paper. since the singapore bill is not tearable, i could just hire somebody and pay him/her to wash the money i've used to wipe my ass, blow my nose and scribble my notes on. and should someone decide to sue me i could a) hire a the best lawyer money could buy and sue the other fucker to hell. 2) pay him what ever amount he wants to keep his mouth shut and while i'm paying him i'll arrange to have his gf/wife there and hopefully his gf/ wife will be quite hot and then i'll offer them what ever amount of money they want to spend 1 night with me!!! hahaha!!! or if they are fugly, then i'll just pay them enough money to get them to dump him. san) i'll hire the best assasin money can buy and just kill the fucker. and then i'll wipe out his entire family no matter how distant so that his entire bloodline will never grace the face of this earth again. period.
Thursday, September 22, 2005
Fumes
first and foremost, you were late. in fact, you are ALWAYS late. it's no wonder ur name starts with a P. for PERPECTUALLY LATE, not for punctual. the concept of punctuality is as alien to you as puntual just does not exist in your dictionary, maybe it did but i've not seen it in a long time.
after being late, u conviently became later by going off to buy food, u came in 45 mins late. what the fucking hell. besides being late, the slides you showed me was quite rough. it lived up to your warning that you slides were ROUGH. it was so rough you've redefined the meaning of rough.
next you proceeded to argue about concepts and theories you claim to know nothing about. i dun care if you did not take physics in JC. it was secondary school physics. and since u claim to know nothing about it why then are you arguing about things that you do not know anything about. you just seemed to be arguing for the sake of arguing, you seem to take some perverse joy in arguing and just to let you know, i do not enjoy arguing with you. you managed to drive me up the wall. talking to you is akin to talking to a brick wall. in fact, i would rather talk to a brick wall. at least a brick wall does not argue for the pure sake of arguing, in fact, it does not argue.
it's in your tone. stop talking as if you know every god damn fucking thing. you do not and it's obvious. your tone just puts everyone off, it is further compounded by the fact that you refuse to LISTEN to what other people have to say, it's as if your oblivious to the opionions of others, so intent on your own agenda. it has reached the point where i do not want to be in your presence. it's just repulsive.
i don't know what happened to you but as of now your a repulsive, repungent and disgusting individual to work with. you should find a deep dark hole and bury yourself in it conducting serious soul searching and reflection. you should only see the light of day once you've figured out what in the mother fucking world is wrong with you.
after being late, u conviently became later by going off to buy food, u came in 45 mins late. what the fucking hell. besides being late, the slides you showed me was quite rough. it lived up to your warning that you slides were ROUGH. it was so rough you've redefined the meaning of rough.
next you proceeded to argue about concepts and theories you claim to know nothing about. i dun care if you did not take physics in JC. it was secondary school physics. and since u claim to know nothing about it why then are you arguing about things that you do not know anything about. you just seemed to be arguing for the sake of arguing, you seem to take some perverse joy in arguing and just to let you know, i do not enjoy arguing with you. you managed to drive me up the wall. talking to you is akin to talking to a brick wall. in fact, i would rather talk to a brick wall. at least a brick wall does not argue for the pure sake of arguing, in fact, it does not argue.
it's in your tone. stop talking as if you know every god damn fucking thing. you do not and it's obvious. your tone just puts everyone off, it is further compounded by the fact that you refuse to LISTEN to what other people have to say, it's as if your oblivious to the opionions of others, so intent on your own agenda. it has reached the point where i do not want to be in your presence. it's just repulsive.
i don't know what happened to you but as of now your a repulsive, repungent and disgusting individual to work with. you should find a deep dark hole and bury yourself in it conducting serious soul searching and reflection. you should only see the light of day once you've figured out what in the mother fucking world is wrong with you.
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
I'm that guy
I’m that guy. I’m the guy who travels alone a lot. I’m the guy who sometimes looks awkward, who usually feels out of place. I’m the guy who can’t speak his own mother tongue and deep down hates being told that he has to learn it just because. I’m the guy with freedom, because unlike others I have parents who want me to know how to be independent, to be responsible. I’m the guy who has no problems going out on short notice, as long as I bring a phone along.
I’m the guy who listens to music no one’s ever heard of in a school where everyone listens to either Taiwanese pop or American pop, and sometimes both. I’m the guy who scoffs at romantic movies and books because I know a lot of it is feel-good fantasy bull. The guy who doesn’t like conformity and social rules and mindless sheep and herds of stupid self-satisfied people. I’m the guy who likes to argue, who doesn’t like rules with no reasons behind them, who believes respect is earned and not given. I’m the guy who owes my teachers a lot of homework. I’m the guy who usually doesn’t study. I’m the guy who slept through a lot of secondary two math classes and still got comparatively good marks.
I’m the guy who yells at a bunch of junior scouts for ten minutes while they’re in pumping position on the floor because they’re late, and then only makes them do five pushups because they’re only sec ones. I’m the guy who’ll see an old man and think that it’ll be me in a few decades’ time. It was me, all of it; walking past dead animals and feeling sorry for the poor sods; being asked to collect donations and feeling like I was holding a tin of filthy greed; who went overseas on mission trips and enthusiastically helped the medical team check blood-pressures and carry around cartons of stuff even when there were others ready to take over from me.
I’m the guy you wanted to step on while I was asleep on the floor, who used to spend long hours chatting with you for fun. I was the guy who stayed up one unforgettable night at the beach with you and him and who handed you your jacket from your bag because it was so cold. I’m the guy who went for an all-day footdrill course directly afterwards, without sleep, because there wasn’t time for a rest. I’m the guy who tried to make sand and not snow angels for fun. I’m the guy who broke up with a friend over a girl. I’m the guy who still regrets the whole bloody stupid mess. I’m the guy who still, deep down, misses you, but knows you’re gone and not coming back.
I’m the guy who gave you a model catapult on Valentine’s Day because I wanted to see the look on your face, and you sure did look surprised and happy. The guy who got across a rope suspended in mid air over a small gorge in record time because I was freezing and it was raining and I wanted to get under the shelter of the tent on the other side. I’m the guy who walked around shivering, wet, and coated with mud and dirt on an obstacle course and was game for more. I’m the guy who grinned while jumping off a four-floor high flying-fox. I’m the guy who broke his arm and dislocated it at the same time years ago, and then had it twisted around by a Chinese doctor who didn’t know about the fracture.
I’m the guy who used to fence and now has to stop because of the O level exams. I’m the one who will volunteer to step in, knowing I’ll lose, and still fence to the best of my ability because that’s how you do it. I’m the one who’ll trick you and feint and dodge and irritate, just to make sure you dance to my tune, and not the other way around. I’m the one who doesn’t like people who fence just so they can say they fence, because they don’t really have their heart in it and just want to be popular, and those can really be bastards. I’m the one who still hasn’t got most of his equipment two years after joining. I’m the one with the black foil, while everyone else has gleaming or rusted steel. I’m the guy with the scabbard and the backpack, while everyone else uses a rubber hose and a big bag.
I’m the guy who went onstage at a campfire because no one else would, and because someone had to do it. I’m the guy who was at astro camp with you, and sang funny songs in the communal shower with you guys, because it was the only avaliable shower and we were running late. I’m the guy who helped you guess two of the moons of Jupiter during a quiz. I’m the guy who during a game helped act as a staircase, because we were supposed to get up a slope covered with butter and oil and someone had to do it. I’m the guy who was half-asleep during the night walk.
I’m the senior who encouraged you, scared as you were, to take that next step in mid-air on that shaky obstacle, and was your belayer although you were heavier than I was. I’m the senior who was tired and thirsty and who still agreed to stop and help others keep equipment because you reminded me that we were scouts, and we should do our best. I’m the senior who stepped in and made sure you guys quit arguing because I knew it might get into a fight. I’m the senior who smiles and says hi whenever I meet one of you guys in school.
I’m the guy who some nights stares up at the ceiling and wonders just where my life is going.
I’m the guy who reads a lot of books, who doesn’t watch TV, who spends a lot of time online or on the computer. I’m the guy who knows the origins of the All Your Base meme, who knows about Master Foo, who read the koans from the AI Lab at MIT. I’m the guy who knows what HTML and GNU and PGP stand for. I’m the guy in Singapore who knows roughly who Dr Who is, and who can recognize parts from the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy at a glance.
Yeah, I’m that guy. Who are you?
i found this on a website and it was one that struck a cord.
I’m the guy who listens to music no one’s ever heard of in a school where everyone listens to either Taiwanese pop or American pop, and sometimes both. I’m the guy who scoffs at romantic movies and books because I know a lot of it is feel-good fantasy bull. The guy who doesn’t like conformity and social rules and mindless sheep and herds of stupid self-satisfied people. I’m the guy who likes to argue, who doesn’t like rules with no reasons behind them, who believes respect is earned and not given. I’m the guy who owes my teachers a lot of homework. I’m the guy who usually doesn’t study. I’m the guy who slept through a lot of secondary two math classes and still got comparatively good marks.
I’m the guy who yells at a bunch of junior scouts for ten minutes while they’re in pumping position on the floor because they’re late, and then only makes them do five pushups because they’re only sec ones. I’m the guy who’ll see an old man and think that it’ll be me in a few decades’ time. It was me, all of it; walking past dead animals and feeling sorry for the poor sods; being asked to collect donations and feeling like I was holding a tin of filthy greed; who went overseas on mission trips and enthusiastically helped the medical team check blood-pressures and carry around cartons of stuff even when there were others ready to take over from me.
I’m the guy you wanted to step on while I was asleep on the floor, who used to spend long hours chatting with you for fun. I was the guy who stayed up one unforgettable night at the beach with you and him and who handed you your jacket from your bag because it was so cold. I’m the guy who went for an all-day footdrill course directly afterwards, without sleep, because there wasn’t time for a rest. I’m the guy who tried to make sand and not snow angels for fun. I’m the guy who broke up with a friend over a girl. I’m the guy who still regrets the whole bloody stupid mess. I’m the guy who still, deep down, misses you, but knows you’re gone and not coming back.
I’m the guy who gave you a model catapult on Valentine’s Day because I wanted to see the look on your face, and you sure did look surprised and happy. The guy who got across a rope suspended in mid air over a small gorge in record time because I was freezing and it was raining and I wanted to get under the shelter of the tent on the other side. I’m the guy who walked around shivering, wet, and coated with mud and dirt on an obstacle course and was game for more. I’m the guy who grinned while jumping off a four-floor high flying-fox. I’m the guy who broke his arm and dislocated it at the same time years ago, and then had it twisted around by a Chinese doctor who didn’t know about the fracture.
I’m the guy who used to fence and now has to stop because of the O level exams. I’m the one who will volunteer to step in, knowing I’ll lose, and still fence to the best of my ability because that’s how you do it. I’m the one who’ll trick you and feint and dodge and irritate, just to make sure you dance to my tune, and not the other way around. I’m the one who doesn’t like people who fence just so they can say they fence, because they don’t really have their heart in it and just want to be popular, and those can really be bastards. I’m the one who still hasn’t got most of his equipment two years after joining. I’m the one with the black foil, while everyone else has gleaming or rusted steel. I’m the guy with the scabbard and the backpack, while everyone else uses a rubber hose and a big bag.
I’m the guy who went onstage at a campfire because no one else would, and because someone had to do it. I’m the guy who was at astro camp with you, and sang funny songs in the communal shower with you guys, because it was the only avaliable shower and we were running late. I’m the guy who helped you guess two of the moons of Jupiter during a quiz. I’m the guy who during a game helped act as a staircase, because we were supposed to get up a slope covered with butter and oil and someone had to do it. I’m the guy who was half-asleep during the night walk.
I’m the senior who encouraged you, scared as you were, to take that next step in mid-air on that shaky obstacle, and was your belayer although you were heavier than I was. I’m the senior who was tired and thirsty and who still agreed to stop and help others keep equipment because you reminded me that we were scouts, and we should do our best. I’m the senior who stepped in and made sure you guys quit arguing because I knew it might get into a fight. I’m the senior who smiles and says hi whenever I meet one of you guys in school.
I’m the guy who some nights stares up at the ceiling and wonders just where my life is going.
I’m the guy who reads a lot of books, who doesn’t watch TV, who spends a lot of time online or on the computer. I’m the guy who knows the origins of the All Your Base meme, who knows about Master Foo, who read the koans from the AI Lab at MIT. I’m the guy who knows what HTML and GNU and PGP stand for. I’m the guy in Singapore who knows roughly who Dr Who is, and who can recognize parts from the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy at a glance.
Yeah, I’m that guy. Who are you?
i found this on a website and it was one that struck a cord.
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
The Girls Just Love Me
"Thanx adrian..for calling me stupid, short and slow today.. I'm officially slowpoke (the new pokemon!), shortfart and stupid is just stupid.. cos i dunno what's going on between the Cannon and Kasper. Some technology saga."
quote unquote from shortfart's blog. for starters, she might not be short. i mean being ard 1.5 something meters (nearer to 1.5 than 1.6) tall. in my world you are not be the tallest kid on the block, you're not above the middle kid on the blog. so if ur below the mean, median and mode. u are short. okay, shorter than the average jane. okay, shorter than average would allow me to call you short.
i can pack, unpack and pack my stuff again before you are done packing yours. in fact, i could go to the toilet to take a shit and saunter back to the room to maybe find you half way done... in the 2 over plus hours that i take to finish a written report, you have in 1 hr +++ finished reading the article... and by the time i'm done ur like 1/4 done... i know. quality...
stupid, that was meant as a joke. a joke a jokeeeee...... as triumph would say,"I KEED I KEED!"
followed by
"I POO ON YOU!"
haha.
and stop staring at my screen when i'm typing this. haha. it's a violation against my privacy.
was having supper with moon last night at geylang when we were approached by an old lady begging for money. i gave her the look and moon stupidly gave her like 1 dollar...she then looked at me with the "u are the meanst person i've seen in my life + total lookof disbelif" and i said, "WHAT!?" u give 1 u got to give the rest... and i frankly do not support begging.
after my beef hor fan and the 1st round off soya beans (approx 10 mins), another woman, this one a whole lot younger and a whole lot more fearsome came up to us selling TISSUE paper... fuck. i waved her away and told her i was not interested and then i glanced at moon... she was giving me the same look. this time + PLEASE GIVE HER A LITTLE MONEY...
i relented, i gave her $2 for 3 packs of tissue EXPECTING her to return me $1. BUT, that woman looked at me and i just saw my $1 change evapourate into thin air. for the record, i only had $4 with me and after giving her the money i had $2 left. the only good thing was that moon had topay for supper.
after the whole incident i told her never to give me that look when there are beggers approaching us again.
i just love posting msn conversations now a days...
PPS:: Photoshop is so difficult to use!!! says:
den who's getting the christmas bulbs?
Puff - burn the effing lot! says:
santa claus
PPS:: Photoshop is so difficult to use!!! says:
idiot
Puff - burn the effing lot! says:
jingle bells jingle bells jingle ALL THE WAY
Puff - burn the effing lot! says:
u better be good.
Puff - burn the effing lot! says:
u better be guai
PPS:: Photoshop is so difficult to use!!! says:
emylee!!!!!!
Puff - burn the effing lot! says:
u better be *something*
Puff - burn the effing lot! says:
casue santa claus is coming to TOWN
PPS:: Photoshop is so difficult to use!!! says:
emylee, can u get the retard beside u to stop his retardness
eMyLee** says:
oh my..we recruited an idiot into our grp
eMyLee** says:
what the
quote unquote from shortfart's blog. for starters, she might not be short. i mean being ard 1.5 something meters (nearer to 1.5 than 1.6) tall. in my world you are not be the tallest kid on the block, you're not above the middle kid on the blog. so if ur below the mean, median and mode. u are short. okay, shorter than the average jane. okay, shorter than average would allow me to call you short.
i can pack, unpack and pack my stuff again before you are done packing yours. in fact, i could go to the toilet to take a shit and saunter back to the room to maybe find you half way done... in the 2 over plus hours that i take to finish a written report, you have in 1 hr +++ finished reading the article... and by the time i'm done ur like 1/4 done... i know. quality...
stupid, that was meant as a joke. a joke a jokeeeee...... as triumph would say,"I KEED I KEED!"
followed by
"I POO ON YOU!"
haha.
and stop staring at my screen when i'm typing this. haha. it's a violation against my privacy.
was having supper with moon last night at geylang when we were approached by an old lady begging for money. i gave her the look and moon stupidly gave her like 1 dollar...she then looked at me with the "u are the meanst person i've seen in my life + total lookof disbelif" and i said, "WHAT!?" u give 1 u got to give the rest... and i frankly do not support begging.
after my beef hor fan and the 1st round off soya beans (approx 10 mins), another woman, this one a whole lot younger and a whole lot more fearsome came up to us selling TISSUE paper... fuck. i waved her away and told her i was not interested and then i glanced at moon... she was giving me the same look. this time + PLEASE GIVE HER A LITTLE MONEY...
i relented, i gave her $2 for 3 packs of tissue EXPECTING her to return me $1. BUT, that woman looked at me and i just saw my $1 change evapourate into thin air. for the record, i only had $4 with me and after giving her the money i had $2 left. the only good thing was that moon had topay for supper.
after the whole incident i told her never to give me that look when there are beggers approaching us again.
i just love posting msn conversations now a days...
PPS:: Photoshop is so difficult to use!!! says:
den who's getting the christmas bulbs?
Puff - burn the effing lot! says:
santa claus
PPS:: Photoshop is so difficult to use!!! says:
idiot
Puff - burn the effing lot! says:
jingle bells jingle bells jingle ALL THE WAY
Puff - burn the effing lot! says:
u better be good.
Puff - burn the effing lot! says:
u better be guai
PPS:: Photoshop is so difficult to use!!! says:
emylee!!!!!!
Puff - burn the effing lot! says:
u better be *something*
Puff - burn the effing lot! says:
casue santa claus is coming to TOWN
PPS:: Photoshop is so difficult to use!!! says:
emylee, can u get the retard beside u to stop his retardness
eMyLee** says:
oh my..we recruited an idiot into our grp
eMyLee** says:
what the
Monday, September 19, 2005
boring
Puff says:
i need lghter
Puff says:
mr li zhi
You have just sent a Nudge!
Jeremy: the eternal says:
yeha
Jeremy: the eternal says:
what
Jeremy: the eternal says:
why need lighter?
Jeremy: the eternal says:
ahah now raining
Jeremy: the eternal says:
go to the top floor
Jeremy: the eternal says:
hold up your cig
Jeremy: the eternal says:
maybe got lightning?
Jeremy: the eternal says:
hahah
Jeremy: the eternal says:
whahah
yet another intellectual conversation with mr li zhi.
i need lghter
Puff says:
mr li zhi
You have just sent a Nudge!
Jeremy: the eternal says:
yeha
Jeremy: the eternal says:
what
Jeremy: the eternal says:
why need lighter?
Jeremy: the eternal says:
ahah now raining
Jeremy: the eternal says:
go to the top floor
Jeremy: the eternal says:
hold up your cig
Jeremy: the eternal says:
maybe got lightning?
Jeremy: the eternal says:
hahah
Jeremy: the eternal says:
whahah
yet another intellectual conversation with mr li zhi.
The Option
saw a girl wearing a shirt that says this at it's back.
single: (sing,gal) adj. having the option to choose between the quaterback and the lead singer.
i read it as,
single: (sing,gal) adj. having the option to choose between a rock and a hard place. or in some cases having no choice at all.
single: (sing,gal) adj. having the option to choose between the quaterback and the lead singer.
i read it as,
single: (sing,gal) adj. having the option to choose between a rock and a hard place. or in some cases having no choice at all.
Saturday, September 17, 2005
Hype
with all the hype about the dangers and how to combat dengue fever, i'm pretty sure the next tcs drama serial on channel 8 would be about dengue fever. more importantly, it would include at least 1 guy who is mentally slow (retarded) his either requited or unrequited love for a girl. if the love is returned then refer to pierre png and his prettymermaid. if the love is unrequited then kindly refer to "yo fu", starring christopher lee and ann kok (who most definately has boobs too big for her frame, it's kinda gross after a while. a classic case of big does not = better. i feel the most important thing about boobies is that is must be proportional. of course this means that nano nei neis are a definately no no either.)
the current trend is to raise awareness about the plight of prison convicts and how they should be given a 2nd chance. thus, 1 ex con sets up a shop and employs another ex con to help him. and of course they do not do illegal things. more to the point, they are trying to sell all the fat girls who cannot get hitched, thus, they have a real skinny guy who falls head over heels over a fat momma... i mean with all the milfs out in the market, zoe tay, won lilin and ivy lee they had to choose the most unmilf of the milfs, wait if you can even call her a milf that is to be the female lead in the show... i might be shallow but i represent 99.9% of the male population out there. of course the show encapsulates the most dire of government issues such as the fight against an aging population, which is why every couple in the show is dying to have babies... and how babies can strenghting a marriage. the full crowning glory of being a single mother. etc etc.
so what can we expect for our next show?
1) dengue related theme.2) mass orgies with tons of people wanting babies.3) how good babies can be (this is to further brainwash the population into having babies)4) after running out of good looking guys in love with good looking girls, and skinny guys living fat girls, now they'll have a fat guy chasing a good looking girl. wait, that might be too common a case, they'll have a really good looking guy chasing a fat and mentally retarded girl. and no guesses who the main star will be...5) after the nkf scandal resulting in a huge drop of NKF's income they'll probablly include a theme of how much NKF is helping the people etc etc and try to get people to donate to NKF again.6) with the looming government elections, a story that subtly hints about how good the government is and that we should all vote for the PAP is most definately included somehow and somewhere in the show.7) there will be malays, indians and of course chinese in the next show. remember, now that the government is reviewing the sedition act and the fact that they've charged 3 people with racist comments on their blogs shows that they mean business. and what better way to go about solving it than to brainwash the general population that watches channel 8 drama serials.8) did i mention the inclusion of odd looking couples...9) and the fact that they'll want to have babies...10) bet u'll watch it.
the british sea power. they're fantastic and i must say that the 2nd albulm is definately better than the 1st.
the white stripes. no i'm not talking about 7 nation army... that's just too mat rock now adays... the new alblum. get behind me now satan. that is just marvelous.
plus, 1 last thing, is human creativity so limited such that there are so many people who has placed ," WAKE ME UP WHEN SEPTEMBER ENDS" on their nicks... just because this is september does not mean anything... should the song be wake me up when october begins it is the same thing... and worst, people who have the wrong nick... wake me up when september comes... wake me up when september falls... SHOOT ME. how can september FALL...
the current trend is to raise awareness about the plight of prison convicts and how they should be given a 2nd chance. thus, 1 ex con sets up a shop and employs another ex con to help him. and of course they do not do illegal things. more to the point, they are trying to sell all the fat girls who cannot get hitched, thus, they have a real skinny guy who falls head over heels over a fat momma... i mean with all the milfs out in the market, zoe tay, won lilin and ivy lee they had to choose the most unmilf of the milfs, wait if you can even call her a milf that is to be the female lead in the show... i might be shallow but i represent 99.9% of the male population out there. of course the show encapsulates the most dire of government issues such as the fight against an aging population, which is why every couple in the show is dying to have babies... and how babies can strenghting a marriage. the full crowning glory of being a single mother. etc etc.
so what can we expect for our next show?
1) dengue related theme.2) mass orgies with tons of people wanting babies.3) how good babies can be (this is to further brainwash the population into having babies)4) after running out of good looking guys in love with good looking girls, and skinny guys living fat girls, now they'll have a fat guy chasing a good looking girl. wait, that might be too common a case, they'll have a really good looking guy chasing a fat and mentally retarded girl. and no guesses who the main star will be...5) after the nkf scandal resulting in a huge drop of NKF's income they'll probablly include a theme of how much NKF is helping the people etc etc and try to get people to donate to NKF again.6) with the looming government elections, a story that subtly hints about how good the government is and that we should all vote for the PAP is most definately included somehow and somewhere in the show.7) there will be malays, indians and of course chinese in the next show. remember, now that the government is reviewing the sedition act and the fact that they've charged 3 people with racist comments on their blogs shows that they mean business. and what better way to go about solving it than to brainwash the general population that watches channel 8 drama serials.8) did i mention the inclusion of odd looking couples...9) and the fact that they'll want to have babies...10) bet u'll watch it.
the british sea power. they're fantastic and i must say that the 2nd albulm is definately better than the 1st.
the white stripes. no i'm not talking about 7 nation army... that's just too mat rock now adays... the new alblum. get behind me now satan. that is just marvelous.
plus, 1 last thing, is human creativity so limited such that there are so many people who has placed ," WAKE ME UP WHEN SEPTEMBER ENDS" on their nicks... just because this is september does not mean anything... should the song be wake me up when october begins it is the same thing... and worst, people who have the wrong nick... wake me up when september comes... wake me up when september falls... SHOOT ME. how can september FALL...
Shoot
yesterday was yet another grueling day of my paitience, was in class and the most irritating person i know is there. AGAIN. i do not know if it is me or it is him. but he cannot help but brag to me about his accomplishments. i mean, granted they are accomplishments but they are no where near 1) mind boggling 2) impressive. and as a matter of fact, more than 1 girl have told me that if it wasnt for his braggat ways he might be a better catch.... meaning 1) he is a damn bad catch now and 2) even if he changes his ways he'll still be a damn bad catch although "better" but still bad.
i do not wonder why.
i hate the way he tells me that he is so indispensible and how people are dying for his services. i learnt in sec 2 while playing rugby that no one is indispensible, no one. they'll just find someone more willing to do the job and you can kiss ur sorry ass goodbye. so get this. YOU ARE NOT FUCKING INDISPENSIBLE SO STOP TELLING ME YOU'RE INDIS-FUCKING-PENSIBLE. and stop telling me the perks that people are giving you if you would help them out. i mean so what if they say they're gonna give you a hot babe should you join their activity. it's just like they said. SAY! i remember a few times when you were bragging about your "friends" helping you get this get that etc etc. and you were bragging your ass off only to end up with a thumb in your mouth. SUCKING IT. so stop telling the whole world how many chickens you have when all you have is not even eggs, but maybe 50 CENTS.
the gay ass salsa dancer has told me this. he feels that he has such a low self-esteem that he feels the need to brag about his accomplishments so as to make himself seem like that alpha male. well i tell u this. i dun fucking care. be the alpha male all you fucking want. i do not care and i do not care.
let me tell you again.
i do not care.
i watched the brothers grim last night and i cant help but feel what a big facade life is, that everyone is just living their lives while putting on a mask for the whole world to see. i mean how many of us can look in the mirror and say that the person in the mirror is the person everyone else sees...
actually i dont really care too. i'm so good at wearing masks as well. it's hard to see myself in the mirror anymore. so lets all wear masks. i'll start looking for a real nice and fierce one. and scare the living daylights out of all fucking retarded moronice asswholes who cannot help but tell the whole world how great their lives are.
i do not wonder why.
i hate the way he tells me that he is so indispensible and how people are dying for his services. i learnt in sec 2 while playing rugby that no one is indispensible, no one. they'll just find someone more willing to do the job and you can kiss ur sorry ass goodbye. so get this. YOU ARE NOT FUCKING INDISPENSIBLE SO STOP TELLING ME YOU'RE INDIS-FUCKING-PENSIBLE. and stop telling me the perks that people are giving you if you would help them out. i mean so what if they say they're gonna give you a hot babe should you join their activity. it's just like they said. SAY! i remember a few times when you were bragging about your "friends" helping you get this get that etc etc. and you were bragging your ass off only to end up with a thumb in your mouth. SUCKING IT. so stop telling the whole world how many chickens you have when all you have is not even eggs, but maybe 50 CENTS.
the gay ass salsa dancer has told me this. he feels that he has such a low self-esteem that he feels the need to brag about his accomplishments so as to make himself seem like that alpha male. well i tell u this. i dun fucking care. be the alpha male all you fucking want. i do not care and i do not care.
let me tell you again.
i do not care.
i watched the brothers grim last night and i cant help but feel what a big facade life is, that everyone is just living their lives while putting on a mask for the whole world to see. i mean how many of us can look in the mirror and say that the person in the mirror is the person everyone else sees...
actually i dont really care too. i'm so good at wearing masks as well. it's hard to see myself in the mirror anymore. so lets all wear masks. i'll start looking for a real nice and fierce one. and scare the living daylights out of all fucking retarded moronice asswholes who cannot help but tell the whole world how great their lives are.
Friday, September 16, 2005
1975
Words and music by freddie mercury
Is this the real life-
Is this just fantasy-
Caught in a landslide-
No escape from reality-
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see-
I’m just a poor boy,i need no sympathy-
Because I’m easy come,easy go,
A little high,little low,
Anyway the wind blows,doesn’t really matter to me,To me
Mama,just killed a man,
Put a gun against his head,
Pulled my trigger,
now he’s dead,
Mama,life had just begun,
But now I’ve gone and thrown it all away-
Mama ooo,
Didn’t mean to make you cry-
If I’m not back again this time tomorrow-
Carry on,carry on,as if nothing really matters-
Too late,my time has come,
Sends shivers down my spine-
Body’s aching all the time,
Goodbye everybody-
I’ve got to go-
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth-
Mama ooo- (any way the wind blows)
I don’t want to die,
I sometimes wish I’d never been born at all-
I see a little silhouetto of a man,
Scaramouche,scaramouche will you do the fandango-
Thunderbolt and lightning-very very frightening me-
Galileo,galileo,Galileo galileoGalileo figaro-magnifico-
But I’m just a poor boy and nobody loves me-
He’s just a poor boy from a poor family-
Spare him his life from this monstrosity-
Easy come easy go-,will you let me go-
Bismillah! no-,we will not let you go-let him go-
Bismillah! we will not let you go-
let him goBismillah! we will not let you go-
let me goWill not let you go-
let me goWill not let you go let me goNo,no,no,no,no,no,no-
Mama mia,mama mia,mama mia let me go-
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me,for me,for me-
So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye-
So you think you can love me and leave me to die-
Oh baby-can’t do this to me baby-
Just gotta get out-just gotta get right outta here-
Nothing really matters,Anyone can see,Nothing really matters-,
nothing really matters to me,Any way the wind blows....
Is this the real life-
Is this just fantasy-
Caught in a landslide-
No escape from reality-
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see-
I’m just a poor boy,i need no sympathy-
Because I’m easy come,easy go,
A little high,little low,
Anyway the wind blows,doesn’t really matter to me,To me
Mama,just killed a man,
Put a gun against his head,
Pulled my trigger,
now he’s dead,
Mama,life had just begun,
But now I’ve gone and thrown it all away-
Mama ooo,
Didn’t mean to make you cry-
If I’m not back again this time tomorrow-
Carry on,carry on,as if nothing really matters-
Too late,my time has come,
Sends shivers down my spine-
Body’s aching all the time,
Goodbye everybody-
I’ve got to go-
Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth-
Mama ooo- (any way the wind blows)
I don’t want to die,
I sometimes wish I’d never been born at all-
I see a little silhouetto of a man,
Scaramouche,scaramouche will you do the fandango-
Thunderbolt and lightning-very very frightening me-
Galileo,galileo,Galileo galileoGalileo figaro-magnifico-
But I’m just a poor boy and nobody loves me-
He’s just a poor boy from a poor family-
Spare him his life from this monstrosity-
Easy come easy go-,will you let me go-
Bismillah! no-,we will not let you go-let him go-
Bismillah! we will not let you go-
let him goBismillah! we will not let you go-
let me goWill not let you go-
let me goWill not let you go let me goNo,no,no,no,no,no,no-
Mama mia,mama mia,mama mia let me go-
Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me,for me,for me-
So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye-
So you think you can love me and leave me to die-
Oh baby-can’t do this to me baby-
Just gotta get out-just gotta get right outta here-
Nothing really matters,Anyone can see,Nothing really matters-,
nothing really matters to me,Any way the wind blows....
Thursday, September 15, 2005
Idle Thoughts
driving my girlfriend home today and after i dropped her off i was driving home. not wanting to drive home listening to my car's engine and my own breathing, i turned on the radio. there was some show conducted my carrie chong and she was giving away 4 free tickets, all you have to do was to be the number x caller and you'll win the prize. simple.
some dickhead managed to call through and carrie chong asked him what he was going to do with tickets, he said he didnt know what they were... can u imagine that, u call in for free tickets JUST BECAUSE THEY ARE FREE and not because u want to go... u bloody stinking mother fucking piece of shit. anyways, carrie chong decided to be funny and asked him to give her ONE good reason why she should give him the tickets...
he said," because i just completed my3 month BMT and i have the next 4 days off, so i could use the tickets..."
CC, dripping with sacarism," THE PARTY IS ON THE 29 OF SEPTEMBER... , come on give me another good reason!"
LOSER," my birthday is coming soon..." (he incidentally sounded extremely sheepish.)
CC," when?"
LOSER," october..."
CC," i'm gonna give u the party tickets just so that everyone else can hate you."
i love that girl.
Jemy: tell no more lies. hurting deep from too many cuts says:
oei dragon
Puff says:
ROAR
Jemy: tell no more lies. hurting deep from too many cuts says:
dragons dun roar
Jemy: tell no more lies. hurting deep from too many cuts says:
you dink
Jemy: tell no more lies. hurting deep from too many cuts says:
ahhaah
Puff says:
*FLAMES*
Jemy: tell no more lies. hurting deep from too many cuts says:
no you puff
Jemy: tell no more lies. hurting deep from too many cuts says:
puff the dragon
Puff says:
......................................
the many intellectual conversations i have with my friends...
some dickhead managed to call through and carrie chong asked him what he was going to do with tickets, he said he didnt know what they were... can u imagine that, u call in for free tickets JUST BECAUSE THEY ARE FREE and not because u want to go... u bloody stinking mother fucking piece of shit. anyways, carrie chong decided to be funny and asked him to give her ONE good reason why she should give him the tickets...
he said," because i just completed my3 month BMT and i have the next 4 days off, so i could use the tickets..."
CC, dripping with sacarism," THE PARTY IS ON THE 29 OF SEPTEMBER... , come on give me another good reason!"
LOSER," my birthday is coming soon..." (he incidentally sounded extremely sheepish.)
CC," when?"
LOSER," october..."
CC," i'm gonna give u the party tickets just so that everyone else can hate you."
i love that girl.
Jemy: tell no more lies. hurting deep from too many cuts says:
oei dragon
Puff says:
ROAR
Jemy: tell no more lies. hurting deep from too many cuts says:
dragons dun roar
Jemy: tell no more lies. hurting deep from too many cuts says:
you dink
Jemy: tell no more lies. hurting deep from too many cuts says:
ahhaah
Puff says:
*FLAMES*
Jemy: tell no more lies. hurting deep from too many cuts says:
no you puff
Jemy: tell no more lies. hurting deep from too many cuts says:
puff the dragon
Puff says:
......................................
the many intellectual conversations i have with my friends...
Wednesday, September 14, 2005
Nano
i heard the funniest joke yesterday. daniel bought an ipod nano and he was rushing to show it off to me, the bastard!! okay, i was dying to take a look at it after buying my zen neeon 3 weeks ago and i wanted to check out the competition to at least console myself that i made a good choice. damn. the nano is just so... nano... it's like a "book mark" quoting daniel. plus it does LOOK quite sleek, futuristic and state of the art. anyways, my neeon has a BIGGER storage space and i can change my skin so i will not have to stick to boring white front and silver background... fuck it sounds damn lame but i make do with what i have. back to the joke.
behind daniel there were 2 of his friends. one boy and one girl. hur hur hur. anyways... we were all standing around and daniel was showing off his NANO to me and the guy said," look, NANO NEI NEI (slang for breast)." while pointing to the other girls' breast.
NANO NEI NEI
i died on the spot. if it wasnt for the fact that i didnt know the guy and girl i would most definately burst out laughing at his boob joke. haha! nano nei nei. it was mother fucking hilarious. and i wonder at how on earth did he come up with such a joke. i can think of at least 5 girls i would like to go up to and say, " EEEEEEeeeeeee NANO NEI NEI!!!". hahahaha! the joys of being a fucker.
my friend was tired and didnt want to go out. yue and i were out in town waiting for him to decide whether he was coming to meet us or not but he WAS supposed to meet us. while the 2 of us were arguing on the phone yue suddenly said," tell him dun so BO BALLS lah! come down meet us NOW."
BO BALLS.
the net result of someone who didnt know the meaning of bo ji and had a literal translation of its meaning - BO BALLS. it means no balls.
thinking about both names then i ask this, would a guy be more offended if someone said he was BO BALLS or if someone said he had NANO BALLS. personally i would be more offended (if offended could be used to describe my feelings, i would not care actually but if asked to judge...) if someone said i had NANO BALLS.
it's an attack against my manhood, my family jewels, my MOJO. i mean i would rather u say i have no balls, at least then i know that ur joking and that i know i have balls, then u say i have NANO BALLS. then it places a self doubt about whether my balls are really sub sized.
alternatively, what if someone were to comment on a girl? would you be more offended if someone said you had NANO NEI NEI or BO BOOB? and no, no - i dun care what ever my cup size is cause we all know that you DO care whether u have big or small boobs... small is nice and cute and sweet but too small is just wrong. hahaha! wrong.
if it's too small then u own liao. no one wants you. haha! i keed i keed!
but then again almost of the nano nei nei gals i know are single and readily avalible? okay, they're single. now u know who you are!
so the basic qns... would u be branded not to have something or to have someone say u do have something but that it's so small it's.....
NANO.
behind daniel there were 2 of his friends. one boy and one girl. hur hur hur. anyways... we were all standing around and daniel was showing off his NANO to me and the guy said," look, NANO NEI NEI (slang for breast)." while pointing to the other girls' breast.
NANO NEI NEI
i died on the spot. if it wasnt for the fact that i didnt know the guy and girl i would most definately burst out laughing at his boob joke. haha! nano nei nei. it was mother fucking hilarious. and i wonder at how on earth did he come up with such a joke. i can think of at least 5 girls i would like to go up to and say, " EEEEEEeeeeeee NANO NEI NEI!!!". hahahaha! the joys of being a fucker.
my friend was tired and didnt want to go out. yue and i were out in town waiting for him to decide whether he was coming to meet us or not but he WAS supposed to meet us. while the 2 of us were arguing on the phone yue suddenly said," tell him dun so BO BALLS lah! come down meet us NOW."
BO BALLS.
the net result of someone who didnt know the meaning of bo ji and had a literal translation of its meaning - BO BALLS. it means no balls.
thinking about both names then i ask this, would a guy be more offended if someone said he was BO BALLS or if someone said he had NANO BALLS. personally i would be more offended (if offended could be used to describe my feelings, i would not care actually but if asked to judge...) if someone said i had NANO BALLS.
it's an attack against my manhood, my family jewels, my MOJO. i mean i would rather u say i have no balls, at least then i know that ur joking and that i know i have balls, then u say i have NANO BALLS. then it places a self doubt about whether my balls are really sub sized.
alternatively, what if someone were to comment on a girl? would you be more offended if someone said you had NANO NEI NEI or BO BOOB? and no, no - i dun care what ever my cup size is cause we all know that you DO care whether u have big or small boobs... small is nice and cute and sweet but too small is just wrong. hahaha! wrong.
if it's too small then u own liao. no one wants you. haha! i keed i keed!
but then again almost of the nano nei nei gals i know are single and readily avalible? okay, they're single. now u know who you are!
so the basic qns... would u be branded not to have something or to have someone say u do have something but that it's so small it's.....
NANO.
Sunday, September 11, 2005
One finger
Puff says:
u type damn loud
Puff says:
can u type softly
bloated says:
one finger mah
this is the 1st time i've heard that... 1 finger makes u type louder. what's the science behind that... that ur using ur fattest finger to type when ur using 1 finger...?! or is ur hand that heavy that u cannot control the up and down movement making it so loud as u clamp down and smash the key board...
I KEED.
u type damn loud
Puff says:
can u type softly
bloated says:
one finger mah
this is the 1st time i've heard that... 1 finger makes u type louder. what's the science behind that... that ur using ur fattest finger to type when ur using 1 finger...?! or is ur hand that heavy that u cannot control the up and down movement making it so loud as u clamp down and smash the key board...
I KEED.
Saturday, September 10, 2005
Parents
i dun understand my parents. they are waiting for their friend to pick them up at 1845. at 1840 they are sitting outside the house waiting for them with all the gates behind them locked. i stay in a terrace house. its like 10 s from the hall to the place that they are sitting at. my question is why cant they sit in the hall and go out when their friend reaches. it's not like losing that 10 s will cost them their friendship... old people.
On a midnight dreary
ny friend just had his car wheel clamped at bishan 8, it's no suprise since his car blocked HALF then entrance to the car park. anyways he was broke and then he decided to go draw some money as there was a sig that said WARNING! wheel-clamp area etc etc release fee: $100. BESIDE his car... (i mean with a sign that size beside ur car, u still parked there. who the hell cares if it was for 5 mins which u claimed or the 30 mins that u probably took... ur screwed.)
so upon a midnight dreary as he pondered weak and weary, he trudged and made his way to JUNCTION 8 where he promptly drew out $80 as he had $20 in his wallet. phase 1 of the mission accomplished, he then walked back to bishan 8 to find the guard where he tried to argue his way out if it(to no avail of course), and then proceeded to pay the guard $100 to remove the clamp. the guard looked at him, SMILED and said, " son, it's $105. $5 gst charge." my friend died.
eating lunch with "friend" of mine is the most grueling experience, let's call him G for simplicitie's sake and for my own sanity least he discovers my blog which i think he has. haha. screw u son of a bitch! he is a pain in the ass. he cannot order alone, he cannot order with me, he has to prove that he is more "MAN" than me and he has to prove a god damn fucking point that he is closer to the other guy that we're having lunch with. LIKE I GIVE A FUCKING DAMN! dont u think if i wanted to be closer to the guy i would TRY to talk to him more. how about i don't really care and so leave me alone for crying out loud. 1, i do not want to go for lunch with you. 2, u do not leave me a choice when u ask me out for lunch 1 week in advance. i feel it is a simple case of low self esteem. thus, the need to assert yourself at every availble opportunity. the need to feel needed and the need to feel important. i pity your sad and miserable 22 years of existance, that at the end of 22 yrs of life you cannot find your own nitch in life, that you cannot be happy with what you've got, that you cannot even find some sembalance of self worth. instead, you go around leaching yourself on to people you call your "BROTHERS" that half of them do not want you around. now are you aware of that! of course you aren't since your "brothers" that i am not close to tell me how irritating you are and god damn shitty being around you can be. of course you will not believe me since you are MR POPULAR. haha, stop deluding yourself PLEASE.
you prick. if it were not for ur "brother" asking me to join him and you for lunch i would not go. and it is no secret that he does NOT want to be eating lunch alone with you.
so upon a midnight dreary as he pondered weak and weary, he trudged and made his way to JUNCTION 8 where he promptly drew out $80 as he had $20 in his wallet. phase 1 of the mission accomplished, he then walked back to bishan 8 to find the guard where he tried to argue his way out if it(to no avail of course), and then proceeded to pay the guard $100 to remove the clamp. the guard looked at him, SMILED and said, " son, it's $105. $5 gst charge." my friend died.
eating lunch with "friend" of mine is the most grueling experience, let's call him G for simplicitie's sake and for my own sanity least he discovers my blog which i think he has. haha. screw u son of a bitch! he is a pain in the ass. he cannot order alone, he cannot order with me, he has to prove that he is more "MAN" than me and he has to prove a god damn fucking point that he is closer to the other guy that we're having lunch with. LIKE I GIVE A FUCKING DAMN! dont u think if i wanted to be closer to the guy i would TRY to talk to him more. how about i don't really care and so leave me alone for crying out loud. 1, i do not want to go for lunch with you. 2, u do not leave me a choice when u ask me out for lunch 1 week in advance. i feel it is a simple case of low self esteem. thus, the need to assert yourself at every availble opportunity. the need to feel needed and the need to feel important. i pity your sad and miserable 22 years of existance, that at the end of 22 yrs of life you cannot find your own nitch in life, that you cannot be happy with what you've got, that you cannot even find some sembalance of self worth. instead, you go around leaching yourself on to people you call your "BROTHERS" that half of them do not want you around. now are you aware of that! of course you aren't since your "brothers" that i am not close to tell me how irritating you are and god damn shitty being around you can be. of course you will not believe me since you are MR POPULAR. haha, stop deluding yourself PLEASE.
you prick. if it were not for ur "brother" asking me to join him and you for lunch i would not go. and it is no secret that he does NOT want to be eating lunch alone with you.
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
My Heart's Not In It
i need a direction in my life.
wondering around aimlessly will only get you so far.
time for a paradigm shift.
i hope.
wondering around aimlessly will only get you so far.
time for a paradigm shift.
i hope.
Sunday, September 04, 2005
Genius
i've recently once again discovered the fine art of priracy. aka, downloading files from the internet, now of course as you all know this is against the law and i am a strong advocate for purchasing the originals and shame on all you pirates out there who deserve nothing more than the full and impartial iron fist of the law smashing u inside it's palm of justice.
of course i would never do something so despicable and low down as that, it is an act for animals, babarians, mats and of course joyceisdamncools... i signed up for the many LEGAL music, anime etc etc sites and i'm downloading songs and animes like crazy. to my dismay i discovered my internet connection can go to a maximum of 60 kbs... and there's just too many anime to download... too many for my pathetic 60 kbs to download... in the midst of my despair, the darkest of my moments my trusted IBM think pad brought forth a ray of light.
i now know why it's called a think pad. because it can THINK.
if switched the wireless network to a ficlke and unreliable network with a much higher broadband rate. this got me thinking... if i use my network to download and another net work to download again... i'll effectively be doubling my downloading speed.
HAHAHAHA.
i love my thinkpad. of course i'm not saying that i'm doing that. it's down right despicable and i would most certainly not stoop to such depths to watch some anime that is made for kids.. no... of course i would not do that. i'll just content myself to my own broadband connection and not be a theif to steal other people's internet connection.
in the middle of the night,
i go walking in my sleep.
through the valley of fear,
to a river so deep.
i've been searching for something,
taken out of my soul
something i would never lose.
something somebody stole.
We all end in the ocean
We all start in the streams
We're all carried along
By the river of dreams
of course i would never do something so despicable and low down as that, it is an act for animals, babarians, mats and of course joyceisdamncools... i signed up for the many LEGAL music, anime etc etc sites and i'm downloading songs and animes like crazy. to my dismay i discovered my internet connection can go to a maximum of 60 kbs... and there's just too many anime to download... too many for my pathetic 60 kbs to download... in the midst of my despair, the darkest of my moments my trusted IBM think pad brought forth a ray of light.
i now know why it's called a think pad. because it can THINK.
if switched the wireless network to a ficlke and unreliable network with a much higher broadband rate. this got me thinking... if i use my network to download and another net work to download again... i'll effectively be doubling my downloading speed.
HAHAHAHA.
i love my thinkpad. of course i'm not saying that i'm doing that. it's down right despicable and i would most certainly not stoop to such depths to watch some anime that is made for kids.. no... of course i would not do that. i'll just content myself to my own broadband connection and not be a theif to steal other people's internet connection.
in the middle of the night,
i go walking in my sleep.
through the valley of fear,
to a river so deep.
i've been searching for something,
taken out of my soul
something i would never lose.
something somebody stole.
We all end in the ocean
We all start in the streams
We're all carried along
By the river of dreams
Saturday, September 03, 2005
The Importance Of Being Earnst
I sold my soul for the second time
Cos the man, it dont pay me
I begged my landlord for some more time
He said son, the bill is waiting
My best friend called me the other night
He said MATE, are you crazy?
My girlfriend told me to get a life
She said boy, are you lazy
But I dont mind
As long as theres a bed beneath the stars that shine
I'll be fineIf you give me a minute
A man's got a limit
I can't get a life if my heart's not in it
I dont mind
As long as theres a bed beneath the stars that shine
Ill be fineIf you give me a minute
A man's got a limit
I can't get a life if my heart's not in it
I lost my faith in the summertime
Cos it dont stop raining
The sky all day is as black as night
But I'm not complaining
I begged my doctor for one more line
He said son, words fail me
It aint no place to be killin' time
I guess I'm just lazy
I dont mind
As long as theres a bed beneath the stars that shine
I'll be fineIf you give me a minute
A man's got a limit
I can't get a life if my heart's not in it
Cos the man, it dont pay me
I begged my landlord for some more time
He said son, the bill is waiting
My best friend called me the other night
He said MATE, are you crazy?
My girlfriend told me to get a life
She said boy, are you lazy
But I dont mind
As long as theres a bed beneath the stars that shine
I'll be fineIf you give me a minute
A man's got a limit
I can't get a life if my heart's not in it
I dont mind
As long as theres a bed beneath the stars that shine
Ill be fineIf you give me a minute
A man's got a limit
I can't get a life if my heart's not in it
I lost my faith in the summertime
Cos it dont stop raining
The sky all day is as black as night
But I'm not complaining
I begged my doctor for one more line
He said son, words fail me
It aint no place to be killin' time
I guess I'm just lazy
I dont mind
As long as theres a bed beneath the stars that shine
I'll be fineIf you give me a minute
A man's got a limit
I can't get a life if my heart's not in it
Thursday, September 01, 2005
World Trade Centre
i thought this picture was really well done.
and this as well. number 3 is a personal favorite haha
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