It’s funny how we know people are befriending us for their own ends. And yet we willing befriend them hoping perhaps that it’s more than a transaction, that perhaps there is something more, that perhaps we’re worth that little bit more, that perhaps they see something in building up a relationship that we do not see. But more often than not, we get a rude wake up call when the vanish from our little world once there’s nothing more to be reaped.

We should already then be smart enough to know what category to place these people in. That they should belong in the deepest, darkest, most secluded corner in our list of priorities. But more often than not, when these people surface again, god knows wheter it is charisma, charm or sheer good lookingness, that cause us to fall under their spell and be complete and utter trusting fools which we have already told ourselves not to be.

Perhaps innately, everyone is good natured and tend to believe the best in people. Though I have to agree how much I believe a person’s best is, is directly proportional to how good they look. And the curve is exponential. I should be damned that way.

How these people live, I cannot understand. Without a loyal and supportive base there for them in good times and more importantly bad. They simply hope from one place of salvation to another, sucking the marrow dry before they jump ship, not necessarily onto something better. But onto something new, perhaps they know that though they might not have overstayed their welcome, they might be breaching it soon. And rather than give something back in return, they choose to leech on to something fresh.

It’s time I learnt to look beyond the skin and see what’s deeper. I’ve done that painfully few times but I’ve been rewarded with friends who are there. But with each year, I get more superficial, more business like and less sympathetic. Perhaps the time of making real friends have passed for me and I should really treasure the ones that I’ve got. Instead of constantly trying to balance the old with the new. After all, there’s only 24 hours in a day and 7 days a week.

i eated it.

i eated it... i really wonder who came up with this wonderful word. i eated it.

we came in 4th for fun touch today. kicked mok ass. kicked boon's ass. and we got whipped by the rest.

I will follow you into the dark

remember the weepy korean or is it japanese mtv where there's this gal who lost her sight cause she was simply too stupid and ended up pouring some blinding liquid into her eyes at her boyfriend's place. and then that dumbass boyfriend of hers gave her his eyes to make up for it? yeah, sad and touching and sweet....

it's just plain stupid. if she didnt go and be a smarty pants, none of that shit would have happened.

i stumbled acrossed a mtv courtesy of KK and it killed me. it's so smart, touching and notoriously cheap. but i beat that korean mtv hands down. too much acting, to tell a story that's too long. this one is simple yet speaks volumes.

Kung Fu

someday, i WILL use this on the most annoying people in my life. namely XXXX, XXXXX, XXXXXXX, XXXXXXXX and XXXXXXXXXX



but 1st, i'll have to be a follower of the iron hand style.

Have some pride please...

i hate it when people ask me out to "entertain them" or to "fill up some time". i mean to accompany you is fine, to help you out is fine, to lend a listening ear is totally fine.

but never, upon the pain of death ask me out to "entertain" you. do i look like a monkey. are you paying me to "entertain" you. what the fuck am i getting out of "entertaining" you.

bitch.



and what's up with the blow job. i bet you have never gotten one in your life. so dun go around pretending that you've gotten one.

Jack Kerouac

The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!"

Terrorists

remember all the jokes we hear about terrorists and the women that live with them?

you've got to check out this video. especially towards the end where they show how the opressed women decided to rebel.

http://www.arcadenerds.com/games/Terrorist-Bloopers

Party

i went for a party yesterday and i was kinda awesome. especially after everyone else left, leaving us in charge of the whole house. including the alchol, shisha pipe and the balcony with the so - so view. stoned and smoked and drank till 5 in the morning. MY broke a horse by shaking it... how i dunno. i told her she was so screwed and she looked at me with utmost seriousness and said, it was already broken when u gave it to me....

funny how i gave it to her in 1 piece and she returned it to me in 2 when it was already broken.
KK challeged me to darts.... i got an eleven and a 19 for a best out of 3 game. she got a 0 and a 0...
eil looks like constance song but behaves like a maria. she was loudly proclaiming that she wasnt drunk!
BY was being a disty fairy from like 12 - 3 when she slept in the master bed room while watching animal planet.

i do not know what made those people want to watch animal planet at 3 in the morning....


that was the good part.

the host was found comatose in his bed lying in his pool of vomit.
MY was in and out of the toilet like 5 times (those that i counted) and each time lasted 10 mins MINIMUM.
BY and T knocked out. and everyone knows how hard it is to wake people who've had 1 too many drinks.
KK was puking her guts out. even in the car on the way home.
eil was being a maid. cause she was the only girl who was not drunk.
the rest of us were at the balcony and shishaing away. what friends. what love.

that was really the good part.
i got home at 6. woke up at 4. sent by and t home. came back at around 530 when my phone rang.

it was from mindef. i was on recall. it started at 2. i had 4 hours to report. it was 615. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK.

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK.

no full pack, no items in the full pack, i didnt even know where my damn helmut was. fuck man....

apparently, all the BRC people were late. the whole bridage could not end because they did not meet the 97% report rate. and most of the people that had not reported were from the BRC. the cannotdowrongofthebridge. the golden boys were not back...

i got there at 720 and was told i had to stay till 10pm. plus i had to endure the "i know ur a good soldier, so what happened today?"

" erm i was hung over... when i woke up it was 6...? u can check what time i authenticated the recall cal... 615... sir, u go check lar..."

fuckers made me feel bad. and at 750, they said, okay u can go now. we were just pulling ur leg.
FUCKER.


some pictures while i was stumbling



this is a common sight in school.


imagine this...


and this is timmy's last ride.

Pun Fully Intended

Sore Loser

Lesson number 1. never gloat before you win.

because it might become this



for those who do NOT under stand that blockhead has lost... if he won, he would be seeing my picture RIGHT.

and lastly, after losing please do not be a sore loser...

Kung Fu Fighting

Kung Fu Fighting Lyrics by Carl Douglas

Everybody was Kung Fu Fighting

Those kids were fast as Iighhing

In factit was a little bit fright'ning

But they fought with expert timing.

There were funky China-men from funky China-Town

They were chopping them upthey were chopping them down

It's an ancient Chinese art and everybody knew their part

From a faining to a slip and a kicking from the hip.

Everybody was Kung Fu Fighting. . .

There was funky Billy Chin and little Sammy John

He said: Here comes the big boss (Uh-Huh)let's get it on

We took the bow and made a standstarted swayin' with the hand

A sudden motion made me skipnow we're into a brand-new trip

Everybody was Kung Fu Figthing. . .

Everybody was Kung Fu Fighting

Those kids were fast as lightning

In factit was a little bit fright'ning

Make sure you got expert timing.

This song knocks me out every single time I listen to it. It’s simply hilarious. The lyrics left out the punchlines of the songs. How can they leave out the grunting noises that is repeated time and again throughout the song! It’s damn bloody fucking funny. Talk about cheap thrills.

And what the hell does
There were funky China-men from funky China-TownThey were chopping them upthey were chopping them downIt's an ancient Chinese art and everybody knew their partFrom a fainting to a slip and a kicking from the hip.mean?
Hahaha. What a sterotype. They were chopping them up and chopping them down. WAHAHAHAHAHA! And everybody knew their part? Shoot me please…
And how does one go from a fainting to a slip. And a kick- ING from the hip. HAHAHA.

And then of course There was funky Billy Chin and little Sammy JohnHe said: Here comes the big boss (Uh-Huh)let's get it on
Imagine being called funky billy chin and little sammy john. It’s damn bloody cock!
Imagine going for lunch with strangers and then u go, “ hi, my name is billy chin!”
What the hell were they thinking… such fucking sterotypes. and who actually goes to the big boss and says lets get it on... how misleading...

Classes

I’m starting to get so caught up in work that it’s finally taking my life away from me. All the bloody journal entries, patent infringements and ethical values are slowly but surely leeching the life out of me. But all is not lost. I love tax planning. Not because the lecture’s extremely fun, it can be very dreary when people start asking stupid, senseless questions not to prove their class participation but to satisfy some innate inadequacy arising probably from a sad and demented childhood where their parents refused to answers their questions, probably because they are just such mother fucking irritating children to begin with that even their parents could not love them. No, I love tax planning and not because I’m learning a lot from it. I mean, I learn a lot from a lot of things anyway, some applicable towards the eternal goal of many in smu. The all important, awe inspiring, enlightenment bringing, god of all things important. The grade point average.

A poot on the gpa. So what! Doesn’t half of them see that they are going to the big 4. They will not be the big 4 if no one wants to go there… RIGHT….

Anyway I digress. I love tax planning because there’s nothing to do for it. No readings, no projects, no class homework. Nothing. Moot. It’s amazing. And I’m loving it. Now, would macdonalds sue me for using their tag line? Hmmm… infringement of intellectual property right. Oh my flaming balls. Somebody call 999!

I hate finishing touch. Why are they teaching me things that I already know. And why are they teaching me things that are not important to me…? More importantly, why are they teaching me things that everyone should know. Like how important EQ is. I mean who doesn’t know how important EQ is…. And if you didn’t know how important it is, telling you how important it is, is not going to help you because you cannot understand something that you did not understand in the 1^st place just because someone tells you it’s important. I’m sure having people turn away from you or bitching behind your back or cringe at the mere mention of your name has at least got you wondering why people hate you so much… RIGHT…

I love the eye candies in my class though. There’s like 2 hot chicks in afa. Okay, make that 1 and a half because the other hot chick went on exchange and she came back not quite as hot. Rather, she came back quite gross looking up close. It’s as if something happened to her face and she’s trying to cover it up using a whole bottle of foundation everytime and even then, it’s not working. There’re lumps on her face. Eeeks. How gross is that. Lumps and I’m not kidding.

I love ipr class. There’re 2 chicks in this class. One looks like a SIA gal while the other is a hottie to me, my friend thinks she has a kiam pa (wanna get beaten up) face, while another friend thinks she has a kiam bia (wanna get fucked) face. HAHAHA, a kiam bia face. It’s the 1^st time I’ve heard of such an expression in hokkien and it’s mother funny.

Tax planning sadly has 0… it’s terrible. Horrible. Excruciating pain engulfs my body as I drag my unwilling soul into class. Okay, there’s 1 that’s NOT BAD. But doesn’t mean that she’s GOOD.

FINISHING TOUCH IS JUST FINISHING TOUCH. I hate the class and no amount of babes can change that.

Ethics! Is boring…. Plus doesn’t matter whether there’re chicks in the class cause I’m stuck in the front row. I cant see anything. And no, the salsa gal in my class is not hot. Though she is sitting in front of me.

ah, enough about me. here are some pictures that i discovered in my free time during class.

i can think of 1 person that this applies to greatly but no i'm not saying anything.






and this, the 1st picture that have given me a whole barrage of responses on msn. ranging from it's damn cool! i want! to you have a very morbid sense of humour... i say, A POX ON YOU!

1. Thou shalt have no other Search Engine before me, neither Yahoo nor Lycos, AltaVista nor Metacrawler. Thou shalt worship only me, and come to Google only for answers.
   
2. Thou shalt not build thy own commercial-free Search Engine, for I am a jealous Engine, bringing law suits and plagues against the fathers of the children unto the third and fourth generations.
   
3. Thou shalt not use Google as a verb.
   
4. Thou shalt remember each passing day and use thy time as an opportunity to gain knowledge of the unknown.
   
5. Thou shalt honor thy fellow humans, regardless of gender, sexual orientation or race, for each has invaluable experience and knowledge to contribute toward humankind.
   
6. Thou shalt not misspell.
   
7. Thou shalt not hotlink.
   
8. Thou shalt not plagiarise or take undue credit for others work.
   
9. Thou shalt not use reciprocal links nor link farms, for I am a vengeful but fair engine and will diminish thy PageRank. The Google Dance shall cometh.
   
10. Thou shalt not manipulate Search Results. Search Engine Optimization is but the work of Microsoft.

1st editing

right, instead of studying, here i am adding a random surrealism generator to my blog. it spews nonsense of the utmost rubbish that i'm sure few can appreciate with the exception of by. and a slight mistake is that my archives, name, blah blah have now been shoved to the bottom of my blog. what a retard.

but at least i know that there's a wrapper command and roughly what it does. if that's any consolation...

((HAZARDOUS MATERIALS INFORMATION SHEET))
MATERIALS SAFETY DATA SHEET
WOMEN - A CHEMICAL ANALYSIS

ELEMENT: Women

SYMBOL: Wo
DISCOVERER: Adam

ATOMIC MASS:Accepted at 53.6kg, but known to vary from 40-200kg

OCCURRENCES:Copious quantities in all urban areas

PHYSICAL PROPERTIES:
1. Surface usually covered in painted film.
2. Boils at nothing; freezes without known reason.
3. Melts if given special treatment.
4. Bitter if incorrectly used.
5. Found in various states from virgin metal to common ore.
6. Yields if pressure applied in correct places.

CHEMICAL PROPERTIES:
1. Has great affinity for gold, silver, and a range of precious stones.
2. Absorbs great quantities of expensive substances.
3. May explode spontaneously without prior warning and for no known reason.
4. Insoluble in liquids, but activity increases greatly by saturation in
alcohol.
5. Most powerful money reducing agent known to man.

COMMON USES:
1. Highly ornamental, especially in sports cars.
2. Can be a great aid to relaxation.
3. Very effective cleaning agent.

TESTS:
1. Pure specimen turns rosy when discovered in the natural state.
2. Turns green when placed beside a better specimen.

HAZARDS:
1. Highly dangerous except in experienced hands.
2. Illegal to posses more than one, although several can be maintained at
different locations as long as specimen don't come into direct contact
with each other.

CHEAPSKATE

wahahahaha.

okok i was being mean.

Turtle Power

i was looking at my msn display and i couldnt help but wonder WHY THE FUCK ARE THERE SO MANY TURTLES ON MY MSN



i can only conclude that there is some private joke running amok among the turtles out there that unhappening and friendless me has been kept in the dark about...

English

was talking to my underperforming cousin about the benefits of learning english since he does not see the point of learning english. and his reasoning is he knows how to read what ever there is to read. and with the emergence of china, english is not that important. all this was mentioned without the naming of his chinese grade which according to my other sources has a range, a range of c6 to e8. impressive.

so then i asked him to read a passage, " they left the ..... across the walls of hadrian, far up north through the forest of despair and down into the valley of sweet lovin' .... finally they reached an old cabin just after noon."

so smarty, what time did they reach the cabin?

in the afternoon loh

what time

afternoon...

do u know they gave u the time?

yah, they said afternoon time...

why don't u read it again?

there, it says AFTERNOON

no it says after noon.

after

noon

what time is noon?

i dunno.

........................

Photoshop 2

and they say photo shop can make ur dreams come through.

suddenly, zy asked me if i received his email and i quote, " u got my email ? the one with u and jamie, michelle and fiona ?"

blurred as i didnt know any fiona, michelle and jamie. i figured he probably got the wrong person on msn when he goes, " i sent it to the jzoa@rocket one..."

okay, this was interesting.

then i saw the title of the email, " THIS IS CALLED PHOTOSHOP"

and lastly i downloaded the attachment.

the funny thing about smu is that when i'm in school, i can surf the net but i cant connect onto msn.

and when i'm at ntu (dun even ask what i'm doing there.), i have no problems connecting to msn but there's no way in 9 hells that i can surf the damn web.

just goes to show how different the 2 schools are. both believe that they're saving student's precious time by reducing 1 evil while letting the other run free. to me, having 1 evil is 1 too many.


How can people be so presumptuous and assume that other living things cannot feel sorry for themselves?

“I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A bird will fall frozen from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.”

Seriously.
Are you a bird?
Are your relatives birds?
Can you communicate to birds?
Do you speak birdglish or birdanese or birdalay?
Maybe the damn bird was cursing humans for not letting it into their homes?
Or perhaps it was dying to enter a home with electric heating but was too afraid because humans who are more than capable of feeling sorry for themselves will kill it.
Maybe it was just too stupid to understand that it was dying but it was hating every moment where it’s muscles just couldn’t move.

I’ve beaten my dog when she’s out doing things that she’s not supposed to and boy can I see her sulk. If they can sulk, they’re not that far off from feeling sorry about themselves now could they?

To further show you the power of photoshop.