And no, I'm not Klaaon.
Saturday, April 21, 2007
Sunday, April 15, 2007
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
BUS DRIVER
When I stepped into the kitchen for breakfast (after my morning swim), I sat down and saw a newspaper article saying that a man got hit by a taxi driver. I believe it is my mom’s way of saying “take note of this”. The man wasn’t hit hard, he was hit and fell on the bonnet, but when the taxi braked, he fell and smacked his water melon on the road. What luck.
And the passenger in the taxi took off and ran away after the taxi hit him. I sure hope she goes to the police and gives her statement to send that mother fucking taxi driver to jail. No better, hang the mother fucker, chop his head off and stick it in the middle of the comfort delgro’s main office as a warning to all taxi drivers to not be fucking assholes when they’re on the road.
Just because you drive long hours on the road to feed your family doesn’t give you the fucking right to knock someone down because you wanted to run away without giving your particulars. You became a taxi driver by choice, citing things like I want to be my own boss, I like to manage my own time. Well if you were so good at managing your time, you probably will not have been a taxi driver. And since it’s your own choice, by choosing to remain a taxi driver, you fucking just have to get used to the fact that life’s unfair and comfort delgro is going to squeeze you for all that your worth. Alternatively, go be a bus driver. There’s cpf, over time, staff benefits, everyone gives way to you and since you’re driving at the average speed of 20km/h, you’re going need some serious skill to get into an accident.
And the passenger in the taxi took off and ran away after the taxi hit him. I sure hope she goes to the police and gives her statement to send that mother fucking taxi driver to jail. No better, hang the mother fucker, chop his head off and stick it in the middle of the comfort delgro’s main office as a warning to all taxi drivers to not be fucking assholes when they’re on the road.
Just because you drive long hours on the road to feed your family doesn’t give you the fucking right to knock someone down because you wanted to run away without giving your particulars. You became a taxi driver by choice, citing things like I want to be my own boss, I like to manage my own time. Well if you were so good at managing your time, you probably will not have been a taxi driver. And since it’s your own choice, by choosing to remain a taxi driver, you fucking just have to get used to the fact that life’s unfair and comfort delgro is going to squeeze you for all that your worth. Alternatively, go be a bus driver. There’s cpf, over time, staff benefits, everyone gives way to you and since you’re driving at the average speed of 20km/h, you’re going need some serious skill to get into an accident.
Sunday, April 08, 2007
The Soldiering Life LyricsArtist(Band):The Decemberists
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Ambling madly all over the town
The call to arms you liken to a whisper,I liken to a radio.
You were a brickbat, a bowery tuff, so rough
They culled you from a cartoon
Pulled out of your pantaloons.
But you,My brother in arms,
I'd rather I'd lose my limbs
Than let you come to harm.
But you ,My bombazine doll,
The bullets may singe your skin
And the mortars may fall.
But I,I never felt so much life
Than tonightHuddled in the trenches,
Gazing on the battle field,Our rifles blaze away;
We blaze away.
Corporal Bradley of regiment five
In proud array standing by the bathing
Soldiers and the stevedores.
We laid on the mattress and tumbled to sleep
Our eyes aligned, swaddled in our civies
Cradled in our dungarees.
But you,My brother in arms,I'd rather I'd lose my limbs
Than let you come to harm.
But you,My bombazine doll,The bullets may singe your skin
And the mortars may fall.
But I,I never felt so much life
Than tonight
Huddled in the trenches,Gazing on the battle field
Our rifles blaze away;We blaze away.We blaze away.We blaze away.
Finally, a bloody song that sings good things about war.Monday, April 02, 2007
Sunday, April 01, 2007
Friday, March 30, 2007
Thursday, March 29, 2007
A fucking retarded conversation between someone who's trying to get his point across vs someone who is just... retarded.
and retardedness is contagious.
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
Monday, March 19, 2007
How to attract attention?
Change your msn nick to "i knew you liked me from the start!"
8 curious assholes at the moment. that's not even 10% in my msn list.
what a pathetic existence i have...
8 curious assholes at the moment. that's not even 10% in my msn list.
what a pathetic existence i have...
Sunday, March 18, 2007
Thursday, March 08, 2007
Shameless
Yesterday, KK, M and S went for dinner together, the occasion was KK's belated birthday treat from S. The only reason why M was there was because M was in school alone and the bunch of us were going to meet up later on at around 10. So rather than leave M alone in school till 10, KK asked him to join her.
After dinner, S was picking up the bill as he was treating KK and out of courtesy told M that he need not pay. M immediately kept his wallet and his money as well. I arrived after dinner but not before the bill was paid and when I realised that M was not going to pay S back, I got peeved and started hinting at M to pay S for the bill. It was the 1st time M was meeting S by the way.
But being covetous, greedy, little and mercenary person that lives by the motto “ask not what M can do for you, but rather what you can do for M” or “M only watches M’s back and perhaps yours, if there’s something in it for M”. He did not even bother to attempt to pay S back citing he said he was going to treat me.
Just the day before, M treated KK to her belated dinner where I sat in. And after dinner, I asked M (jokingly mind you) whether I needed to pay and he immediately lambasted me saying that the treat is for KK’s birthday and not mine. And I jokingly said that during my birthday I treated him to beer so shouldn’t he treat me back. But that aside, if he could so clearly draw the lines between black and white, telling me what is acceptable and what is not and then proceed to do the very opposite the next day, isn’t that a sign of the apex of hypocrisy? Where everything can be changed, as long as it’s changed to my favour.
Perhaps that is why despite of your superior physic, you can never get the chicks that you want or you’ll always be 2nd best when a chick has to choose between you and someone else, because if you can never overlook your own self interests, what makes you think someone is going to allow you to take care of them when they know that you’ll only look after them AFTER your own needs are taken care of.
Later on in the car on the way home,
KK – I swear my car engine is super noisy today.
Me – then my car engine must be driving you deaf…
KK – no! it’s really damn loud!
Me – maybe it’s because your driving at 4,000 rpm
KK – Oh yah, haha.
Me – now your driving damn slowly, can you step on it?
KK – I think my engine’s spoilt, I step at 4,000 rpm and I’m moving at 60, when I release I’m going at 30.
Me – Maybe it’s because you are driving in gear 2.
KK - Shuddup bitch.
After dinner, S was picking up the bill as he was treating KK and out of courtesy told M that he need not pay. M immediately kept his wallet and his money as well. I arrived after dinner but not before the bill was paid and when I realised that M was not going to pay S back, I got peeved and started hinting at M to pay S for the bill. It was the 1st time M was meeting S by the way.
But being covetous, greedy, little and mercenary person that lives by the motto “ask not what M can do for you, but rather what you can do for M” or “M only watches M’s back and perhaps yours, if there’s something in it for M”. He did not even bother to attempt to pay S back citing he said he was going to treat me.
Just the day before, M treated KK to her belated dinner where I sat in. And after dinner, I asked M (jokingly mind you) whether I needed to pay and he immediately lambasted me saying that the treat is for KK’s birthday and not mine. And I jokingly said that during my birthday I treated him to beer so shouldn’t he treat me back. But that aside, if he could so clearly draw the lines between black and white, telling me what is acceptable and what is not and then proceed to do the very opposite the next day, isn’t that a sign of the apex of hypocrisy? Where everything can be changed, as long as it’s changed to my favour.
Perhaps that is why despite of your superior physic, you can never get the chicks that you want or you’ll always be 2nd best when a chick has to choose between you and someone else, because if you can never overlook your own self interests, what makes you think someone is going to allow you to take care of them when they know that you’ll only look after them AFTER your own needs are taken care of.
Later on in the car on the way home,
KK – I swear my car engine is super noisy today.
Me – then my car engine must be driving you deaf…
KK – no! it’s really damn loud!
Me – maybe it’s because your driving at 4,000 rpm
KK – Oh yah, haha.
Me – now your driving damn slowly, can you step on it?
KK – I think my engine’s spoilt, I step at 4,000 rpm and I’m moving at 60, when I release I’m going at 30.
Me – Maybe it’s because you are driving in gear 2.
KK - Shuddup bitch.
Monday, March 05, 2007
Cool?
After looking at my friend's nick which had the i'm in front of it, i was really quite curious as to how he got it. After passing on the secret on how to get the i'm in front of the nick, this conversation ensued.
Which leads me to another question. What if no one else picks it up...
Which leads me to another question. What if no one else picks it up...
Friday, March 02, 2007
Thursday, March 01, 2007
Classical Request
In this day and age, especially after you've been through 3 years of uni education at SMU no doubt you learn to expect certain things when certain people talk to you on msn. As freshmen we all took msn 101 which stretched over 2 sems. Some dropped out due to grades constraints, while others continued taking it out of sheer love of the course. While others use it merely as a tool.
When someone whom you hardly knows msns you, you can almost be certain that he wants something.
Classic. But at least he salvages the situation by making some small talk at the end. Which might have worked if the person on the receiving end wasn't half as cynical as I am. But what the hell, he should have done away with the hi and gotten straight to the point. But still it's refreshing and i enjoy conversations which are short, concise and well, short.
When someone whom you hardly knows msns you, you can almost be certain that he wants something.
Classic. But at least he salvages the situation by making some small talk at the end. Which might have worked if the person on the receiving end wasn't half as cynical as I am. But what the hell, he should have done away with the hi and gotten straight to the point. But still it's refreshing and i enjoy conversations which are short, concise and well, short.
Top 10 times the use of fuck is most appropiate
10th - "Scattered Fucking showers, my ass!" - Noah, 4314 BC
9th - "How the fuck did you work that out?" - Pythagoras, 126 BC
8th - "You want WHAT on the fucking ceiling?" - Michelangelo, 1566
7th - "Where did all those fucking Indians come from?" - Custer,1877
6th - "It does so fucking look like her!" - Picasso,1926
5th - "Any fucking idiot could understand that." - Einstein, 1938
4th - "What the fuck was that?" - Mayor Of Hiroshima,1945
3rd - "I need this parade like I need a fucking hole in the head!" - JFK,1963
2nd - "Aw c'mon. Who the fuck is going to find out?" - Bill Clinton
1st - "Where the fuck are the bloody bombs?" - George Bush
9th - "How the fuck did you work that out?" - Pythagoras, 126 BC
8th - "You want WHAT on the fucking ceiling?" - Michelangelo, 1566
7th - "Where did all those fucking Indians come from?" - Custer,1877
6th - "It does so fucking look like her!" - Picasso,1926
5th - "Any fucking idiot could understand that." - Einstein, 1938
4th - "What the fuck was that?" - Mayor Of Hiroshima,1945
3rd - "I need this parade like I need a fucking hole in the head!" - JFK,1963
2nd - "Aw c'mon. Who the fuck is going to find out?" - Bill Clinton
1st - "Where the fuck are the bloody bombs?" - George Bush
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Brand new colony
Brand New Colony Lyrics
by The Postal Service[ Download Free Lyrics Software featuring The Postal Service ] [ Send to a friend ]
I'll be the grapes fermented,
Bottled and served with the table set in my finest suit
Like a perfect gentlemen
I'll be the fire escape that's bolted to the ancient brick
Where you will sit and contemplate your day
I'll be the waterwings that save you if you start drowning
In an open tab when your judgement's on the brink
I'll be the phonograph that plays your favorite
Albums back as your lying there drifting off to sleep...
I'll be the platform shoes and undo what heredity's done to you...
You won't have to strain to look into my eyes
I'll be your winter coat buttoned and zippedstraight to the throat
With the collar up so you won't catch a cold
I want to take you far from the cynics int his town
And kiss you on the mouth
We'll cut out bodies free from the tethers of this scene,
Start a brand new colony
Where everything will change,
We'll give ourselves new names (identities erased)
The sun will hear the grounds
Under our bare feet in this brand new colony
Everything will change, oOo oOo...
another reason why it's not working with the CS.
I'll be the phonograph that plays your favorite albums back as your lying there drifting off to sleep...
Phonograph? They mean photographs right? think there's a typo in the lyrics. But then if it's photograph, then it doesn't make sense.
YAH HUH....
by The Postal Service[ Download Free Lyrics Software featuring The Postal Service ] [ Send to a friend ]
I'll be the grapes fermented,
Bottled and served with the table set in my finest suit
Like a perfect gentlemen
I'll be the fire escape that's bolted to the ancient brick
Where you will sit and contemplate your day
I'll be the waterwings that save you if you start drowning
In an open tab when your judgement's on the brink
I'll be the phonograph that plays your favorite
Albums back as your lying there drifting off to sleep...
I'll be the platform shoes and undo what heredity's done to you...
You won't have to strain to look into my eyes
I'll be your winter coat buttoned and zippedstraight to the throat
With the collar up so you won't catch a cold
I want to take you far from the cynics int his town
And kiss you on the mouth
We'll cut out bodies free from the tethers of this scene,
Start a brand new colony
Where everything will change,
We'll give ourselves new names (identities erased)
The sun will hear the grounds
Under our bare feet in this brand new colony
Everything will change, oOo oOo...
another reason why it's not working with the CS.
I'll be the phonograph that plays your favorite albums back as your lying there drifting off to sleep...
Phonograph? They mean photographs right? think there's a typo in the lyrics. But then if it's photograph, then it doesn't make sense.
YAH HUH....
300
Spartans! Prepare for glory!
Be afriad, Sparta will burn to the ground!
This is madness! -This is Sparta!
A new age has begun! An age of freedom! And all will know that 300 Spartans give their last breath to defend it!
A thousand nations of the Persian Empire decend upon you, our arrows will blot out the sun. - Then we will fight in the shade.
Tonight, we dine in hell!
With lines like this, how can a movie go wrong...
Be afriad, Sparta will burn to the ground!
This is madness! -This is Sparta!
A new age has begun! An age of freedom! And all will know that 300 Spartans give their last breath to defend it!
A thousand nations of the Persian Empire decend upon you, our arrows will blot out the sun. - Then we will fight in the shade.
Tonight, we dine in hell!
With lines like this, how can a movie go wrong...
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Monday, February 26, 2007
How looks can be deceiving
It was a blast with the trannies, hong kong babes, malaysian babes and the fatties.
How looks can be deceiving
It was a blast with the trannies, hong kong babes, malaysian babes and the fatties.
Sunday, February 25, 2007
I was having a drink after gym with KK and Irvin when Irvin decided to give me his number. After keying it in and giving him a miss call, the name Glen pops up when i press call. I looked at Irvin and tells him he gave me the wrong number. We repeated the keying in of the number 3 times and each time Glen's name pops up when I press call. Finally Irvin gets peeved and says let it ring and see whether my phone rings.
Lo and behold, his phone does ring, which means that Glen gave me the wrong fucking number.... But what are the odds of that happening.
Regina Spektor is mighty cool.
The Decemberists are mighty cool too.
The Sounds are mighty mighty cool too.
Last night we went MOS and i swear i still have it. Fat gals, trannies, lonely girls with no friends, hong kong girls, malaysian girls, you all better beware because though i cant get Jessica Alba, I can still get you.
Nothing beats the tranny. haha. I don't care if she has a dick cause she's so fucking hot and it doesnt matter because i'm not going anywhere else with her. Haha, after i was done dancing with her, i passed her to D to dance with her. D went to ask her what was her name. She told him his name and he said, no, your original name. she said it was james and walked away. awwww....
T got into a fight protecting eileen and justina. hahhaa. mighty funny. okay, not fight, he got into an almost fight and ended up yelling at eileen for i dunno what reason.
Justina was soooo drunk, she actually believed that she could make it home. which we managed to convince her otherwise for 1.5 hours. after which she was so convinced that she left the club in a stupor.
Last night, i was a student studying in NYU. A hong kong yan. A singaporean who grew up in an international school in Hong Kong. When i'm clubbing, i can be anyone and anything. Hell, I was even the manager of MOS.
Lo and behold, his phone does ring, which means that Glen gave me the wrong fucking number.... But what are the odds of that happening.
Regina Spektor is mighty cool.
The Decemberists are mighty cool too.
The Sounds are mighty mighty cool too.
Last night we went MOS and i swear i still have it. Fat gals, trannies, lonely girls with no friends, hong kong girls, malaysian girls, you all better beware because though i cant get Jessica Alba, I can still get you.
Nothing beats the tranny. haha. I don't care if she has a dick cause she's so fucking hot and it doesnt matter because i'm not going anywhere else with her. Haha, after i was done dancing with her, i passed her to D to dance with her. D went to ask her what was her name. She told him his name and he said, no, your original name. she said it was james and walked away. awwww....
T got into a fight protecting eileen and justina. hahhaa. mighty funny. okay, not fight, he got into an almost fight and ended up yelling at eileen for i dunno what reason.
Justina was soooo drunk, she actually believed that she could make it home. which we managed to convince her otherwise for 1.5 hours. after which she was so convinced that she left the club in a stupor.
Last night, i was a student studying in NYU. A hong kong yan. A singaporean who grew up in an international school in Hong Kong. When i'm clubbing, i can be anyone and anything. Hell, I was even the manager of MOS.
Friday, February 23, 2007
Analytical Skills
Browsing through some old folders and i stumbled (this sounds wrong when ur using stumble, lets change it to chanced upon) upon this.
Classic fallacy. which one though, i can't say.
Classic fallacy. which one though, i can't say.
Monday, February 12, 2007
When a sleepy mind meets a very bored and very much awake mind.
Good morning babe, happy day day before v day and happy one week less 6 days to the lunar new year! Haha. I’m sitting in a meeting room playing free cell and reading wicked. Please let me have the internet.
Haha. Ok, you’re bored. Yes you do need the internet. Why does your client’s place not have wireless? Haha.
Even if they do, me do not have a wireless card which then brings me back to the first point that I do not have the internet. Haha. Awake you are young padawan. The force is strong in you.
Oh god! Haha, I seriously doubt if I should meet up with you tomorrow. What if I go mad? Haha.
Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to fear and fear leads to madness. But fear not, for the seed of justice is strong in this one.
Ah! Save me!
As swift as a sparrow whose wings are on fire would I race to your plight young padawan but alas, my wings are burnt. Haha.
Ok, I’m banning you from watching anymore star wars related stuff! No more Adrian! No more!
The last one had nothing to do with star wars no? Why is the young padawan awake at such an unearthly hour?
I do not care! It’s all the same. Haha. my friend woke me up la. Haha. good thing tho. I have a presentation to rush for.
Oh a special friend I see you having. A strengthening in the anti-sam side of the force, this can only bode well for the new angela.
Haha. Yes yes a special friend :-p showed me what I was missing out on. Haha.
I’m having this bitter taste in my mouth when you didn’t show up. The disappointment though expected didn’t make swallowing it any easier. Perhaps I was reaching for the moon when all I could reach was the ceiling fan.
I’m reading the newspapers at work because there’s simply nothing for me to do and I read an article on estate duty. The interesting thing about this article, aside the main issue that touched on the probable future of the “long outdated” estate duty, is that the straits times got their sources from 3 partners in 3 different accounting firms.
In case you haven’t got it yet, they’re collectively known as the big FOUR. Not big 3. From a certain firm’s point of view, I’m quite certain no news is not good news.
While reading the straits times, my senior (this one shall be called the slutty senior not because she’s slutty. But because she looks slutty and because a certain YWZ’s words keeps flashing across my eyes everytime I look at her. His words are along the line of “I heard she’s a good fark. She fark a lot in ntu, every night also fark. Farking horny. ) looks at me and says, do u know what website shows us the share price? In Chinese of course and I look at her blanky and go, “how about SGX DOT COM?”
But do not underestimate her. She’s from the bane of all things ACS. Her kind eats us for breakfast my brothers. She’s from the one, the only, the ultra deadly dunman + vj combination. Let us all beware and spare a minute’s silence for my sad sad fate.
Haha. Ok, you’re bored. Yes you do need the internet. Why does your client’s place not have wireless? Haha.
Even if they do, me do not have a wireless card which then brings me back to the first point that I do not have the internet. Haha. Awake you are young padawan. The force is strong in you.
Oh god! Haha, I seriously doubt if I should meet up with you tomorrow. What if I go mad? Haha.
Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to fear and fear leads to madness. But fear not, for the seed of justice is strong in this one.
Ah! Save me!
As swift as a sparrow whose wings are on fire would I race to your plight young padawan but alas, my wings are burnt. Haha.
Ok, I’m banning you from watching anymore star wars related stuff! No more Adrian! No more!
The last one had nothing to do with star wars no? Why is the young padawan awake at such an unearthly hour?
I do not care! It’s all the same. Haha. my friend woke me up la. Haha. good thing tho. I have a presentation to rush for.
Oh a special friend I see you having. A strengthening in the anti-sam side of the force, this can only bode well for the new angela.
Haha. Yes yes a special friend :-p showed me what I was missing out on. Haha.
I’m having this bitter taste in my mouth when you didn’t show up. The disappointment though expected didn’t make swallowing it any easier. Perhaps I was reaching for the moon when all I could reach was the ceiling fan.
I’m reading the newspapers at work because there’s simply nothing for me to do and I read an article on estate duty. The interesting thing about this article, aside the main issue that touched on the probable future of the “long outdated” estate duty, is that the straits times got their sources from 3 partners in 3 different accounting firms.
In case you haven’t got it yet, they’re collectively known as the big FOUR. Not big 3. From a certain firm’s point of view, I’m quite certain no news is not good news.
While reading the straits times, my senior (this one shall be called the slutty senior not because she’s slutty. But because she looks slutty and because a certain YWZ’s words keeps flashing across my eyes everytime I look at her. His words are along the line of “I heard she’s a good fark. She fark a lot in ntu, every night also fark. Farking horny. ) looks at me and says, do u know what website shows us the share price? In Chinese of course and I look at her blanky and go, “how about SGX DOT COM?”
But do not underestimate her. She’s from the bane of all things ACS. Her kind eats us for breakfast my brothers. She’s from the one, the only, the ultra deadly dunman + vj combination. Let us all beware and spare a minute’s silence for my sad sad fate.
Saturday, February 10, 2007
TOP TEN THINGS I SAY AT DT
10. What time do you need me until?
9. Wah, jing tian chuan dao zhe me mei? (used when talking to clients. only applicable to female clients > 35)
8. Is that all? ( used when facing an insurmountable amount of work)
7. What time do you need me to come in tomorrow?
6. I'm only an intern.
5. Do you have anything for me to do? Cause i've been doing nothing, not that i usually mind but then there's no internet connection here and i'm pretty sick of free cell.
4. Hi, my name is adrian, yours?
3. Where's the client's place at? If it's at tuas i dun wanna go.
2. Could you speak slower and in english please...?
1. No, i'm from SMU.
9. Wah, jing tian chuan dao zhe me mei? (used when talking to clients. only applicable to female clients > 35)
8. Is that all? ( used when facing an insurmountable amount of work)
7. What time do you need me to come in tomorrow?
6. I'm only an intern.
5. Do you have anything for me to do? Cause i've been doing nothing, not that i usually mind but then there's no internet connection here and i'm pretty sick of free cell.
4. Hi, my name is adrian, yours?
3. Where's the client's place at? If it's at tuas i dun wanna go.
2. Could you speak slower and in english please...?
1. No, i'm from SMU.
Saturday, February 03, 2007
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
wwwOnce again I’m sitting in the office wasting my life away. Not by strength nor by might but by their fucking grace. Thanks to the brilliant people working here. I’ve either a, not gotten the schedules for me to work on. B, have not got the correct schedules or C, have received the right schedules, only to be told that there are changes to the schedules. But they all have the same impact, resulting in me slacking.
Anyway, the toilets here are locked and you obviously need a key to enter. Since there is some form of security, it’s safe to assume that there is a certain scarcity to the key, or else there would be no need for a key to unlock the locked toilet. There are only 2 keys in the office. 1 is held by the receptionist and the other is held by I-dunno-who.
While taking the key from the receptionist, or more accurately, while I was taking a piss. I was wondering why not duplicate more keys. Which lead me to the conclusion that they probably duplicated the key resulting in more keys (2 more be precise). So imagine, one day your boss goes up to you and tells you to duplicate the toilet key, the 1st thing I would say would be who’s paying for it? Being MNCs that most companies are now a days, the answer would be obvious. I pay 1st, they pay me back later. Which is not a problem. what happens when the company refuses to pay you back? is the key urs or the companies? should the key be yours then the fundamentals of this arguement is that ownership does not transfer until payment is made. which is fine.
but then you have to consider what right does an employee have to own something that belongs to the company just because the company has not paid for it yet. a key to the toilet might be a small thing but imagine a computer or something more sensitive, say the a new computing software. when it belongs to the employee, can he install it and use it at home although it is registered by the company just because it is his till the company reimburses him?
over the issue of mooching, why should people be penalised over using wireless networks? i've heard views that just because one does not take steps to protect a possession does not mean that others have a right to take it or use it. which is something i can appreciate. for example, say i own a bicycle and park it at the park (pun not intended). should some mother fucker come and use my bike without my permisson (in this case i would consider it stealing), that mother fucker is going to get a hurt real bad.
but how can the setup of a wireless network be compared to the purchasing of movable property. while, immovable property is used as a comparison as well, this analogy is quite spot on. i own a house and while i did not lock the gate, there is a social norm that just because the gates to a house is not locked, it does not mean that strangers are welcomed into the house and one should mind their own business and not enter the house. which is true. and something i agree to.
However, the difference is that with a house and a wireless network, a house is a physical structure with a gate. While it is just a gate, it gives people the impression that permission is to be granted before entering is allowed. it's just human nature. with a wireless network, there is no gate unless you consider clicking connect to be the gate.
a wireless network should be compared to an open field. while you might buy part of a field, no one pays attention to who owns that field. if the field is not fenced, the field is fair game and everyone can use it. and that is what an unprotected wireless network is like. naming your network while not placing a password is akin to buying an open patch and then placing a sign on it that says owned by iamdamnfuckingnaive, which has not much effect unless you are the PAP which gives you the right to say transpassers will be prosecuted and more importantly enforce it by suing chee soon juan to hell. not that i'm a supporter of chee soon juan. i think that it is a damn good thing that he's getting his ass sues and they should lock him away and throw awayy the keys or just deport him or make him leave for good. like francis seow or tan lian hong (what ever his name is). and if you could change your network name, i'm pretty sure your not that far away from placing a password.
but then again, that's a problem for lawyers to solve which i believe they already have. what the shit man...
i saw a place that has a name called pasta manna. they sell... well... pasta. what a name. i sense an impending lawsuit from you know who and probably a certain out of favour country manna. that's if they're still in business in singapore.
there's a ong joo joo pig farm pte ltd which has sent a letter of notice, saying that it's name has been changed to ong joo joo food industries... to think that he might have been a distant relative of mine makes me sick. but then again, i'll be a sort-of-heir to a food industry. haha.
Anyway, the toilets here are locked and you obviously need a key to enter. Since there is some form of security, it’s safe to assume that there is a certain scarcity to the key, or else there would be no need for a key to unlock the locked toilet. There are only 2 keys in the office. 1 is held by the receptionist and the other is held by I-dunno-who.
While taking the key from the receptionist, or more accurately, while I was taking a piss. I was wondering why not duplicate more keys. Which lead me to the conclusion that they probably duplicated the key resulting in more keys (2 more be precise). So imagine, one day your boss goes up to you and tells you to duplicate the toilet key, the 1st thing I would say would be who’s paying for it? Being MNCs that most companies are now a days, the answer would be obvious. I pay 1st, they pay me back later. Which is not a problem. what happens when the company refuses to pay you back? is the key urs or the companies? should the key be yours then the fundamentals of this arguement is that ownership does not transfer until payment is made. which is fine.
but then you have to consider what right does an employee have to own something that belongs to the company just because the company has not paid for it yet. a key to the toilet might be a small thing but imagine a computer or something more sensitive, say the a new computing software. when it belongs to the employee, can he install it and use it at home although it is registered by the company just because it is his till the company reimburses him?
over the issue of mooching, why should people be penalised over using wireless networks? i've heard views that just because one does not take steps to protect a possession does not mean that others have a right to take it or use it. which is something i can appreciate. for example, say i own a bicycle and park it at the park (pun not intended). should some mother fucker come and use my bike without my permisson (in this case i would consider it stealing), that mother fucker is going to get a hurt real bad.
but how can the setup of a wireless network be compared to the purchasing of movable property. while, immovable property is used as a comparison as well, this analogy is quite spot on. i own a house and while i did not lock the gate, there is a social norm that just because the gates to a house is not locked, it does not mean that strangers are welcomed into the house and one should mind their own business and not enter the house. which is true. and something i agree to.
However, the difference is that with a house and a wireless network, a house is a physical structure with a gate. While it is just a gate, it gives people the impression that permission is to be granted before entering is allowed. it's just human nature. with a wireless network, there is no gate unless you consider clicking connect to be the gate.
a wireless network should be compared to an open field. while you might buy part of a field, no one pays attention to who owns that field. if the field is not fenced, the field is fair game and everyone can use it. and that is what an unprotected wireless network is like. naming your network while not placing a password is akin to buying an open patch and then placing a sign on it that says owned by iamdamnfuckingnaive, which has not much effect unless you are the PAP which gives you the right to say transpassers will be prosecuted and more importantly enforce it by suing chee soon juan to hell. not that i'm a supporter of chee soon juan. i think that it is a damn good thing that he's getting his ass sues and they should lock him away and throw awayy the keys or just deport him or make him leave for good. like francis seow or tan lian hong (what ever his name is). and if you could change your network name, i'm pretty sure your not that far away from placing a password.
but then again, that's a problem for lawyers to solve which i believe they already have. what the shit man...
i saw a place that has a name called pasta manna. they sell... well... pasta. what a name. i sense an impending lawsuit from you know who and probably a certain out of favour country manna. that's if they're still in business in singapore.
there's a ong joo joo pig farm pte ltd which has sent a letter of notice, saying that it's name has been changed to ong joo joo food industries... to think that he might have been a distant relative of mine makes me sick. but then again, i'll be a sort-of-heir to a food industry. haha.
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
I hate this job
I hate this job. I hate the people working in the office and I hate the people working with me. The only thing I probably like about this job is that I’m fucking free because there simply isn’t anything for me to do.
There’s nothing for me to do because the mother fucking lazy bitches here either a, refuse to give me the documents I need or b, prepare the documents I need but refuse to pass them on to me till I go find them again and again and again or c, just plain outright tell me they’re busy and they’re not employed to entertain me. Well, I’m not employed to be your fucking stress relief lets scold the auditor just for kicks. Just wait till I start raising management points. I swear your name is on the top of the list, XXXXifer, even your name rhymes with Lucifer. Bitch. And what’s with preparing documents and not passing them to me? Wouldn’t you not rather I chase you down like the rat that you are… And your post might sound fantastic, accounting department deputy head, and your only getting fucking 2,800. I’m so going to earn more than you when I join the working world. Ohoh, elitism here. Better shut the fuck up before I ask you to get out of my elite uncaring face.
I hate the people I’m working with because I’m just not working with anyone and I hate not working with any. How cool is that. I have total autonomy to do whatever I fucking want and there’s no one to supervise me. How cool is that. And I can just say that I’ve gotten nothing from the clients (which is true) and not do anything! Internet! HERE I COME! Only 1 small problem here, there’s wireless but I’ve got no wireless card. There’s a lan port here but I’ve got no lan cable. WOOO HOOOO! I feel like a million bucks right now. Fucking shit. And Lucifer asked her it department to set me up with some internet access. It’s been 2 hours and STILL NO INTERNET ACCESS! Talk about efficiency man. Fucking shit I hate working alone. It sucks the marrow out of you. I’m bored. I almost spelt bored as board. Dammit. Give me what I need for crying out loud. I want to FINISH my work so I don’t have to work overtime. Or send someone, ANYONE to watch over me so at least I’ve got something to do. I wouldn’t mind doing ANHING. Photocopying, filing, ANYTHING.
And there’s this interesting thing that makes me wonder why people do not want to work at the management level. Non-management pay (in total) - $500,000 management pay (in total again…) – 400,000. Not too shabby right? Think again. NM CPF – 135,000 MM CPF – 160,000. And management has less than half the head count of non-management! And for the stunner, Non-management bonus – 200,000 while Management bonus – SIX HUNDRED THOUSAND! What the fuck is wrong with this world and to keep everyone happy, only the HR Director can look at management pay. They’re seriously whacked. I love this company.
I’m betting everyone’s wondering what company I’m working for. Seems pretty cool huh. They pay some 600 people one some and then some 200 people another sum. Of course all figures are un-audited just in case I say something stupid or something damn wrong that would land me in soup.
My clothes are getting tighter. This calls for some midnight supper. I mean running.
I love auditing! Shiok shiok ar auditing! Next time, I wanna audit smu, acs (i), acs(ib) and the acs with the bachelorette program thing. Acjc can suck my balls.
What’s the use of having a person’s msn if they never authorize you? it’s better than turning you down. And it’s definitely trying to avoid giving the msn.
There’s nothing for me to do because the mother fucking lazy bitches here either a, refuse to give me the documents I need or b, prepare the documents I need but refuse to pass them on to me till I go find them again and again and again or c, just plain outright tell me they’re busy and they’re not employed to entertain me. Well, I’m not employed to be your fucking stress relief lets scold the auditor just for kicks. Just wait till I start raising management points. I swear your name is on the top of the list, XXXXifer, even your name rhymes with Lucifer. Bitch. And what’s with preparing documents and not passing them to me? Wouldn’t you not rather I chase you down like the rat that you are… And your post might sound fantastic, accounting department deputy head, and your only getting fucking 2,800. I’m so going to earn more than you when I join the working world. Ohoh, elitism here. Better shut the fuck up before I ask you to get out of my elite uncaring face.
I hate the people I’m working with because I’m just not working with anyone and I hate not working with any. How cool is that. I have total autonomy to do whatever I fucking want and there’s no one to supervise me. How cool is that. And I can just say that I’ve gotten nothing from the clients (which is true) and not do anything! Internet! HERE I COME! Only 1 small problem here, there’s wireless but I’ve got no wireless card. There’s a lan port here but I’ve got no lan cable. WOOO HOOOO! I feel like a million bucks right now. Fucking shit. And Lucifer asked her it department to set me up with some internet access. It’s been 2 hours and STILL NO INTERNET ACCESS! Talk about efficiency man. Fucking shit I hate working alone. It sucks the marrow out of you. I’m bored. I almost spelt bored as board. Dammit. Give me what I need for crying out loud. I want to FINISH my work so I don’t have to work overtime. Or send someone, ANYONE to watch over me so at least I’ve got something to do. I wouldn’t mind doing ANHING. Photocopying, filing, ANYTHING.
And there’s this interesting thing that makes me wonder why people do not want to work at the management level. Non-management pay (in total) - $500,000 management pay (in total again…) – 400,000. Not too shabby right? Think again. NM CPF – 135,000 MM CPF – 160,000. And management has less than half the head count of non-management! And for the stunner, Non-management bonus – 200,000 while Management bonus – SIX HUNDRED THOUSAND! What the fuck is wrong with this world and to keep everyone happy, only the HR Director can look at management pay. They’re seriously whacked. I love this company.
I’m betting everyone’s wondering what company I’m working for. Seems pretty cool huh. They pay some 600 people one some and then some 200 people another sum. Of course all figures are un-audited just in case I say something stupid or something damn wrong that would land me in soup.
My clothes are getting tighter. This calls for some midnight supper. I mean running.
I love auditing! Shiok shiok ar auditing! Next time, I wanna audit smu, acs (i), acs(ib) and the acs with the bachelorette program thing. Acjc can suck my balls.
What’s the use of having a person’s msn if they never authorize you? it’s better than turning you down. And it’s definitely trying to avoid giving the msn.
Saturday, January 13, 2007
what's with the "it's complicated". you're either single or your not. it's not complicated. it's single. linc says it means that you're either, a. together but not sure where it's going. b. not together but heading that way. c. not together but fucking like rabbits and having no intention of getting together.
and to me i just cant seem to see what's so difficult about it. if your a, then it's in a relationship. b, single. c, single and very fuckable.
on the topic of friendster, i didnt really know how people describe their interests as i never did have a friendster account because of various reasons listed below and till g decided to give or lend or loan me hers, which ever way it doesnt matter, cause i have the password and i can lock her out. haha. anyway now i'm surfing through and i am apalled at how men describle themselves... i cannot understand why any decent self loving guy would like to describe himself as single and willing to meet new girls, or interested in, Relationship Women, Dating Women, Activity Partners. okay, for the 2nd part, i went online and within 10 s i found a self deprecating man who has absolutely no sense of shame... and what the fuck is an activity partner! haha. it sounds so damn bloody fucking wrong. imagine going up to a gal and saying can u be my activity partner... friendster should really come up with better names...
another abnormality i've seen is the part where they ask you or rather, a column that says favourite books. this part confounds me... after looking at a few people's profiles, they all seem to say that singaporean men do not read anything other than magazines. and to top it off, they add a one liner that really makes me doubt their intelligence - DO MAGAZINES COUNT? you bloody fucking stupid mother fucker, it's like saying name your favourite car and you go, do motorcycles count. and even if they did. your supposed to name your favourite motorcycle and no go, i dun know anything about cars but do MotORcYcLeS count? fucking retards. TyPIng LikE ThiS DOeS NoT iN AnYWay MaKE yOu MorE InTERStinG mOTher FUCkbag.
a classic example - eNGinEeRinG UNdErgRad. you're an engineer for crying out loud. stop trying to be happening because it.is.just.not.going.to.happen.
and from the same person - i hAtE bOoks... HATe tO rEAD BUT bO bIaN.
and when asked about what kind of people he would like to meet? - i wanna mEet PpLe and FrIENds WHO I kNOw BUT haAvEn reALly met FOR quTite a LOnG TIME.... meet ppple who are NiCeE sInCeRE SweeT lOvEly OuTgOiNg fRiEnDlY aPpROacHaBlE.....
i swear, he's seriously lost and perhaps taking the question a little too literally when asked about the kind of people he wants to meet. pppppppple whom he has known but havent really met for a long time... i'm sure there's a reason why you havent met them in a long time and i'm sure that "they're just not important enough" kinda tops the list.
and upon completing the task i was tasked to do in friendster, i realised that that particular person only has 1 testimonial. so over drinks with the guys, i mentioned that that person only has 1 testimonial. to that i got this - she has no friends. uh huh. right. older woman with no friends. how cool is that. and to top it off, you don't even have a single testimonials. fucking friendless loser. right.
i worked on a saturday.
and partied till sunday 6am courtesy of hzy. but at least you paid for 15% of my sake. haha. mahjong is slowly being seen in a better light.
who ever you are, you're good...
Many many years ago when I was twenty three,
I married a fine widow as pretty as could be.
This widow had a grown-up daughter
With hair of fiery red.
My father fell in love with her,
And soon the two were wed.
This made my dad my son-in-law
And changed my very life.
My daughter was my mother,
For she was my father's wife.
And then things went from bad to worse,
Although it brought me joy,
I soon became the father
Of a bouncing baby boy.
My little baby then became
A brother-in-law to dad.
And so became my uncle,
And that made me very sad.
For if he was my uncle,
Then that also made him brother
To the widow's grown-up daughter
Who, of course, was my stepmother.
My father's wife then had a son,
Who kept them busy, on the run.
And he became my grandson,
For he was my daughter's son.
My wife is now my mother's mother
And it makes me very blue.
Because, although she is my wife,
She's my grandmother too.
If my wife is truly my grandmother,
Then I, by rights, am her grandchild.
And every time I think of it,
It simply drives me wild.
For now it seems I have become
The strangest case you ever saw.
As the husband of my grandmother,
I am my own grandpa!
shame on you lyrics by the hot hot heat.
Running with scissors wasn't smart
I tripped and cut open your heart
okay, some of the lyrics.... at least the part of the lyrics i liked the best. ahaha.
i was talking to gay salsa friend askin him out for dinner when he went
at the end of that conversation, there was 1 person who was very pleased with himself, another who was not too pleased with the other 2 and the last one who was quite rightly wrongly accused. all because of a cheap attempt to get 1 free dinner and a desire to put something interesting on this blog.
and to me i just cant seem to see what's so difficult about it. if your a, then it's in a relationship. b, single. c, single and very fuckable.
on the topic of friendster, i didnt really know how people describe their interests as i never did have a friendster account because of various reasons listed below and till g decided to give or lend or loan me hers, which ever way it doesnt matter, cause i have the password and i can lock her out. haha. anyway now i'm surfing through and i am apalled at how men describle themselves... i cannot understand why any decent self loving guy would like to describe himself as single and willing to meet new girls, or interested in, Relationship Women, Dating Women, Activity Partners. okay, for the 2nd part, i went online and within 10 s i found a self deprecating man who has absolutely no sense of shame... and what the fuck is an activity partner! haha. it sounds so damn bloody fucking wrong. imagine going up to a gal and saying can u be my activity partner... friendster should really come up with better names...
another abnormality i've seen is the part where they ask you or rather, a column that says favourite books. this part confounds me... after looking at a few people's profiles, they all seem to say that singaporean men do not read anything other than magazines. and to top it off, they add a one liner that really makes me doubt their intelligence - DO MAGAZINES COUNT? you bloody fucking stupid mother fucker, it's like saying name your favourite car and you go, do motorcycles count. and even if they did. your supposed to name your favourite motorcycle and no go, i dun know anything about cars but do MotORcYcLeS count? fucking retards. TyPIng LikE ThiS DOeS NoT iN AnYWay MaKE yOu MorE InTERStinG mOTher FUCkbag.
a classic example - eNGinEeRinG UNdErgRad. you're an engineer for crying out loud. stop trying to be happening because it.is.just.not.going.to.happen.
and from the same person - i hAtE bOoks... HATe tO rEAD BUT bO bIaN.
and when asked about what kind of people he would like to meet? - i wanna mEet PpLe and FrIENds WHO I kNOw BUT haAvEn reALly met FOR quTite a LOnG TIME.... meet ppple who are NiCeE sInCeRE SweeT lOvEly OuTgOiNg fRiEnDlY aPpROacHaBlE.....
i swear, he's seriously lost and perhaps taking the question a little too literally when asked about the kind of people he wants to meet. pppppppple whom he has known but havent really met for a long time... i'm sure there's a reason why you havent met them in a long time and i'm sure that "they're just not important enough" kinda tops the list.
and upon completing the task i was tasked to do in friendster, i realised that that particular person only has 1 testimonial. so over drinks with the guys, i mentioned that that person only has 1 testimonial. to that i got this - she has no friends. uh huh. right. older woman with no friends. how cool is that. and to top it off, you don't even have a single testimonials. fucking friendless loser. right.
i worked on a saturday.
and partied till sunday 6am courtesy of hzy. but at least you paid for 15% of my sake. haha. mahjong is slowly being seen in a better light.
who ever you are, you're good...
Many many years ago when I was twenty three,
I married a fine widow as pretty as could be.
This widow had a grown-up daughter
With hair of fiery red.
My father fell in love with her,
And soon the two were wed.
This made my dad my son-in-law
And changed my very life.
My daughter was my mother,
For she was my father's wife.
And then things went from bad to worse,
Although it brought me joy,
I soon became the father
Of a bouncing baby boy.
My little baby then became
A brother-in-law to dad.
And so became my uncle,
And that made me very sad.
For if he was my uncle,
Then that also made him brother
To the widow's grown-up daughter
Who, of course, was my stepmother.
My father's wife then had a son,
Who kept them busy, on the run.
And he became my grandson,
For he was my daughter's son.
My wife is now my mother's mother
And it makes me very blue.
Because, although she is my wife,
She's my grandmother too.
If my wife is truly my grandmother,
Then I, by rights, am her grandchild.
And every time I think of it,
It simply drives me wild.
For now it seems I have become
The strangest case you ever saw.
As the husband of my grandmother,
I am my own grandpa!
shame on you lyrics by the hot hot heat.
Running with scissors wasn't smart
I tripped and cut open your heart
okay, some of the lyrics.... at least the part of the lyrics i liked the best. ahaha.
i was talking to gay salsa friend askin him out for dinner when he went
at the end of that conversation, there was 1 person who was very pleased with himself, another who was not too pleased with the other 2 and the last one who was quite rightly wrongly accused. all because of a cheap attempt to get 1 free dinner and a desire to put something interesting on this blog.
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
if the car keys are not at my house, you ought to get the hint that ur not supposed to use the car. and no, i do not appreciate the ransacking of my things. neither do i appreciate the constant calling. and least of all, i do not appreciate getting an sms demanding my car keys because it's my car. you did not pay for them and neither did u help me maintain it. blood means moot to me when i only see you when you're needing my parents help. and do not be shocked that my mom does not have her set of keys because there are 2 sets of keys. one is in my office and the other with me. too bad my mom's in china.
don't give me promises like only i will use it and not my son. or that i'll use it for a short while. or that i'll pay you back for the petrol used. or i'll take really good care of your car. because quite frankly, you will not. and i'm not interested in playing some cat and mouse or police and thief game where you break all the rules and i try to catch you doing so because i reckon since you'll be cheating anyway, there's really no point playing such a game with you. the odds are against me and i don't bet against myself.
so don't pretend and call me inquiring about the whereabouts of my car because it is quite frankly, outside my house. and dun pretend that you're not outside my house when you say things like i don't see your car keys and lastly, don't go and ask my mother who will ask my father to tell me to leave a set of keys in case of "special" occasions whereby you'll really need the car because you mean about as much to me as the mother fucking begger who is not in anyway disabled.
don't give me promises like only i will use it and not my son. or that i'll use it for a short while. or that i'll pay you back for the petrol used. or i'll take really good care of your car. because quite frankly, you will not. and i'm not interested in playing some cat and mouse or police and thief game where you break all the rules and i try to catch you doing so because i reckon since you'll be cheating anyway, there's really no point playing such a game with you. the odds are against me and i don't bet against myself.
so don't pretend and call me inquiring about the whereabouts of my car because it is quite frankly, outside my house. and dun pretend that you're not outside my house when you say things like i don't see your car keys and lastly, don't go and ask my mother who will ask my father to tell me to leave a set of keys in case of "special" occasions whereby you'll really need the car because you mean about as much to me as the mother fucking begger who is not in anyway disabled.
Friday, January 05, 2007
where's my mom?
my mom left for china on the 3rd of january. 2 days before she left, my dad made some potatoe soup for dinner and breakfast for the next day. today is the 6th of january and the past 2 days i noticed a funny smokey smell coming from the fridge area. i believed it was some shit caused by some stupid construction worker that was visiting my estate regularly. after lunch, i was cleaning up some shit when i noticed that the electric soup maker (is that what we call it?) was still turned on... i opened it and saw fucking the potatoe soup my dad made still inside. the carrots inside it had turned white and there was this strong musky smell quickly filling up the whole room. the chicken legs inside had also turned white. and the whole damn thing was still warm (because of the keep warm function). it was the single most gross thing i've ever seen in my life. disgusting.
thank god for the washing machine. now someone should invent something that can dry and iron my clothes automatically. and at the same thing, make it magically appear inside my cupboard. like... magic?
my dog probably hates my guts because i'm feeding her only 2 handfuls of dog food for dinner and she gets fruits courtesy of my dad in the morning. this compared to buttered bread and chicken rice at night plus cake for supper. chicken rice is not the chicken rice we know of but rather the literal meaning of the words chicken rice. boiled chicken with plain white rice sometimes with a sprinkling of dog food on top. fucking pig.
there's this big fat mosquito in my room. considering that there's no one else in the house. she must have gotten so fat from sucking my fucking bloody. and that's fucking a lot of blood. she's a sly one though, never landing on any part of my anatomy that i can see. they're always on the back, side, backside, back of the thigh and the all time worst place? the sole of my feet. FUCKER.
my uncle's being a pain. my dad told me to drive to work. and i was like WENT TO FRANCE! (wtf) are u kidding me. he quickly followed up with a, "well if ur not driving to school maybe you would like to hide ur keys or bring them with you to work..." all this to prevent my uncle from taking my car. haha. not a problem. i brought both keys with me to work. and at night when i wanted to go out, i realised i left BOTH of them in the office. WENT TO FRANCE!
hellocutesenior! on monday i'll be a happy man. at least till i finish the week and go to carrefour. lets hope carrefour is a good place to be.
thank god for the washing machine. now someone should invent something that can dry and iron my clothes automatically. and at the same thing, make it magically appear inside my cupboard. like... magic?
my dog probably hates my guts because i'm feeding her only 2 handfuls of dog food for dinner and she gets fruits courtesy of my dad in the morning. this compared to buttered bread and chicken rice at night plus cake for supper. chicken rice is not the chicken rice we know of but rather the literal meaning of the words chicken rice. boiled chicken with plain white rice sometimes with a sprinkling of dog food on top. fucking pig.
there's this big fat mosquito in my room. considering that there's no one else in the house. she must have gotten so fat from sucking my fucking bloody. and that's fucking a lot of blood. she's a sly one though, never landing on any part of my anatomy that i can see. they're always on the back, side, backside, back of the thigh and the all time worst place? the sole of my feet. FUCKER.
my uncle's being a pain. my dad told me to drive to work. and i was like WENT TO FRANCE! (wtf) are u kidding me. he quickly followed up with a, "well if ur not driving to school maybe you would like to hide ur keys or bring them with you to work..." all this to prevent my uncle from taking my car. haha. not a problem. i brought both keys with me to work. and at night when i wanted to go out, i realised i left BOTH of them in the office. WENT TO FRANCE!
hellocutesenior! on monday i'll be a happy man. at least till i finish the week and go to carrefour. lets hope carrefour is a good place to be.
i don't know where you get your information from or how you come to you conclusions but the one time i told the truth it bit me in the ass and i'm sick of it. stop painting the picture you want to see and see what is happening. i doubt you would be where you are if it weren't for my pushing and prodding.
Thursday, December 28, 2006
What are they thinking!
What are they thinking, they left me, an intern with less than 1 weeks’ worth of experience in an office. Alone. And the expect me to know what to do. It would probably be a lot better if my senior had told me what to do properly. Instead, she left me some instructions which essentially is this, “here, this is what you need to do. Read it and do it.” But I dun fucking get it. I am lost, like almost totally, I spent the last hour doing some shit that I don’t even know if it’s right or wrong. The staff here know that I’m new and are trying their best to tell me that I do not need anything. With nothing, what am I supposed to do. Suck my cock for the next 5 hours? Provided I leave on time that is.
And that fucking senior of mine is amazing, yesterday when I was doing my work, I asked her what needed to be recorded and she didn’t mention anything about a delievery order. And today she’s like, errr, I think you need to record down all the delievery order numbers… I was astounded. I told her that I asked her about it yesterday and she didn’t mention anything. And I even double checked and she said there wasn’t a need to and now you’re asking me to get it for you? I died when going through 40 files to fill up those blanks and you will be damned if you expect me to do it again because you forgot to tell me to. I swear, if you try to ask me to do it again, rest assured, tomorrow, I will be on medical leave. Working is one thing, working for imbeciles is quite frankly another. Wait, you’re not even a senior.
Why can’t I get the cutest thing on earth senior like I did for the last job… Now I’m really looking forward to going back under her again. I am seriously getting peeved.
And that fucking senior of mine is amazing, yesterday when I was doing my work, I asked her what needed to be recorded and she didn’t mention anything about a delievery order. And today she’s like, errr, I think you need to record down all the delievery order numbers… I was astounded. I told her that I asked her about it yesterday and she didn’t mention anything. And I even double checked and she said there wasn’t a need to and now you’re asking me to get it for you? I died when going through 40 files to fill up those blanks and you will be damned if you expect me to do it again because you forgot to tell me to. I swear, if you try to ask me to do it again, rest assured, tomorrow, I will be on medical leave. Working is one thing, working for imbeciles is quite frankly another. Wait, you’re not even a senior.
Why can’t I get the cutest thing on earth senior like I did for the last job… Now I’m really looking forward to going back under her again. I am seriously getting peeved.
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
Tuesday, December 26, 2006
Time
It’s funny how time seems to slow down and crawl at a ever slower pace when you want a certain time to arrive. Like I’m waiting for work to end and boy is it killing me. The last time I checked the clock, it was 1708. After an eternity and reading yet another page of some online book that tells me how great leaders are great, I checked the clock and it was 1709. like seriously. I got distracted by CX and we had a nice conversation about where she was meeting Z and how she was meeting him etc, and when I looked at the clock, it was 1711. so I decided to try blogging at work which really isn’t blogging since I am essentially writing into word as I cant access blogger, msn, meebo, ebuddy and the whole list of online chat services available to mostly the rest of the world. I hate not being part of the rest of the world. I am not a rebel, i'm an accountant, how rebelious is that.
When I checked the time again, it was 1714. Am I ever going to be able to go home. I seriously doubt it and I think 1730 will never come about. It’s one of those things that you know is going to happen but you don’t know when it’s going to happen. Like when someone told me she’s going to make a million dollars, I looked and her and thought to myself, sure! It’s a matter of time, work for 100000 years and you’ll get 1 million dollars. A trader in
It is now 1718 and I’m still not packing up. It’s too damn early to pack up and it’s too damn late to start work. I really want to end this on a good note but I don’t want to end it after 1730. Now it’s a race against the clock. After I’m done with this verbal diarrhea, I have to save it and send it to my email account so I can access this document when I’m home and hopefully post it on my blog. But then it’s 1720 and time is running out. Knowing how biased I am, I’m sure I will find some way to end this before 1730. But then again, I might be wrong. The time now is 1720. I wrote 3 lines in less than one minute. How slow time passes.
I think I’ll call my senior tomorrow. Not because I want to talk to her. Not because I think she’s the cutest thing I’ve seen in a long time. Not because I want to get closer to her. Not because I am hoping she’ll notice me. But because I am bored. I finished 2 books in the office today, make that a summary of 2 books today, I’m done with all my online learning that I am supposed to finish before the end of my internship. I have nothing to do and who better to ask for work from than someone who I am going to go back to work for in 1.5 weeks time. Yeap, I’m auditing the same company under her guidance for the finals. How exciting is that, maybe I’ll accidentally on purpose ( copyrights to by) get her msn. Maybe but probably not.
By thinks that channel 8 has infringed on her copyrights as the new channel 8 show has Felicia Chin staring as bao bao and has a business called xiao bao. The time now is 1725. CX just asked me what am I doing, she just announced to the whole world that I am blogging. Fantastic. Talk about rob-tle-ty. Hahaha. No offense there. It’s damn off to OFFend some one.
Okay, it took me roughly 2 minutes to make that lame joke. The time is 1726. and I’m going to shut down my laptop. Seeya tmr and wish me luck.
Time
It’s funny how time seems to slow down and crawl at a ever slower pace when you want a certain time to arrive. Like I’m waiting for work to end and boy is it killing me. The last time I checked the clock, it was 1708. After an eternity and reading yet another page of some online book that tells me how great leaders are great, I checked the clock and it was 1709. like seriously. I got distracted by CX and we had a nice conversation about where she was meeting Z and how she was meeting him etc, and when I looked at the clock, it was 1711. so I decided to try blogging at work which really isn’t blogging since I am essentially writing into word as I cant access blogger, msn, meebo, ebuddy and the whole list of online chat services available to mostly the rest of the world. I hate not being part of the rest of the world. I am not a rebel, i'm an accountant, how rebelious is that.
When I checked the time again, it was 1714. Am I ever going to be able to go home. I seriously doubt it and I think 1730 will never come about. It’s one of those things that you know is going to happen but you don’t know when it’s going to happen. Like when someone told me she’s going to make a million dollars, I looked and her and thought to myself, sure! It’s a matter of time, work for 100000 years and you’ll get 1 million dollars. A trader in
It is now 1718 and I’m still not packing up. It’s too damn early to pack up and it’s too damn late to start work. I really want to end this on a good note but I don’t want to end it after 1730. Now it’s a race against the clock. After I’m done with this verbal diarrhea, I have to save it and send it to my email account so I can access this document when I’m home and hopefully post it on my blog. But then it’s 1720 and time is running out. Knowing how biased I am, I’m sure I will find some way to end this before 1730. But then again, I might be wrong. The time now is 1720. I wrote 3 lines in less than one minute. How slow time passes.
I think I’ll call my senior tomorrow. Not because I want to talk to her. Not because I think she’s the cutest thing I’ve seen in a long time. Not because I want to get closer to her. Not because I am hoping she’ll notice me. But because I am bored. I finished 2 books in the office today, make that a summary of 2 books today, I’m done with all my online learning that I am supposed to finish before the end of my internship. I have nothing to do and who better to ask for work from than someone who I am going to go back to work for in 1.5 weeks time. Yeap, I’m auditing the same company under her guidance for the finals. How exciting is that, maybe I’ll accidentally on purpose ( copyrights to by) get her msn. Maybe but probably not.
By thinks that channel 8 has infringed on her copyrights as the new channel 8 show has Felicia Chin staring as bao bao and has a business called xiao bao. The time now is 1725. CX just asked me what am I doing, she just announced to the whole world that I am blogging. Fantastic. Talk about rob-tle-ty. Hahaha. No offense there. It’s damn off to OFFend some one.
Okay, it took me roughly 2 minutes to make that lame joke. The time is 1726. and I’m going to shut down my laptop. Seeya tmr and wish me luck.
Sunday, December 24, 2006
I cant believe
that my hp cannot spell the word exactly. what is wrong with my hp...
kk bought me a pair of sound proof ear phones, the kind that goes into your ear to block out external noise. and it knocks me out. music on my earphones never sounded so good. plus the fact that it can actually stay in both my ears. now i hope that my zen's able to configure the music volume by itself so i can actually hear music. my zen can only play music, loud music if u use creative earphones. but i'm hoping that there might be a minor miracle here...
i got a 30 dollar taka voucher from my beloved company... i wonder what or who i'll be spending it on. haha. hmmm. should i spend it on someone who might have bought something for me, or should i spend it on someone who has gotten me something, though not expensive but there's love there. or should i just spend it on myself and save myself the trouble. i wish i could "alloftheabove" it.
my boss is mother cute. seriously. she's like the cutest thing in my firm. and she uses a zen too. irock. iout.
my parents and i went to majestic hotel for dinner. when i got there, i was expecting to see red lanterns, dragons and a big wooden signboard with words in gold against a black back drop greet me. but no, it is a revamped botiquet hotel. and i could die. the restaurant is even better. fusion fair. the osyters, soft shell crabs, lobsters, king prawns and many more blew me fucking away. i could die just thinking about it again. one of these days, i'm going to take an osyter shell home with me.
kk bought me a pair of sound proof ear phones, the kind that goes into your ear to block out external noise. and it knocks me out. music on my earphones never sounded so good. plus the fact that it can actually stay in both my ears. now i hope that my zen's able to configure the music volume by itself so i can actually hear music. my zen can only play music, loud music if u use creative earphones. but i'm hoping that there might be a minor miracle here...
i got a 30 dollar taka voucher from my beloved company... i wonder what or who i'll be spending it on. haha. hmmm. should i spend it on someone who might have bought something for me, or should i spend it on someone who has gotten me something, though not expensive but there's love there. or should i just spend it on myself and save myself the trouble. i wish i could "alloftheabove" it.
my boss is mother cute. seriously. she's like the cutest thing in my firm. and she uses a zen too. irock. iout.
my parents and i went to majestic hotel for dinner. when i got there, i was expecting to see red lanterns, dragons and a big wooden signboard with words in gold against a black back drop greet me. but no, it is a revamped botiquet hotel. and i could die. the restaurant is even better. fusion fair. the osyters, soft shell crabs, lobsters, king prawns and many more blew me fucking away. i could die just thinking about it again. one of these days, i'm going to take an osyter shell home with me.
Saturday, December 23, 2006
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
If you have an ice cube stuck down your throat, don’t panic. Just pour boiling water down your throat to get rid of the ice.
My mom seriously believes my dog can talk. When she asked me how I knew my uncle ate all the curry up, she added a “mon told u right?”
Every wondered how the name justina came about? One day, there was a baby gal called tina. Her father thought it was too plain and named her JUSTINA. And behold, there was justina.
I am a heroes fan. My name is hiro nakamura. I have a sword.
Save the cheer leader. Save the world.
Eragon is a show full of sexual connotations. I want to ride you. We can only be one when I am as strong as you. They say that when we are truly one, u can “fight” on my tail. She hasn’t gotten her fire yet. You’re not ready. And the list goes on…
My mom seriously believes my dog can talk. When she asked me how I knew my uncle ate all the curry up, she added a “mon told u right?”
Every wondered how the name justina came about? One day, there was a baby gal called tina. Her father thought it was too plain and named her JUSTINA. And behold, there was justina.
I am a heroes fan. My name is hiro nakamura. I have a sword.
Save the cheer leader. Save the world.
Eragon is a show full of sexual connotations. I want to ride you. We can only be one when I am as strong as you. They say that when we are truly one, u can “fight” on my tail. She hasn’t gotten her fire yet. You’re not ready. And the list goes on…
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Mopped
at dinner yesterday, my friend's gf said," hey m, how come u look the same after ur lasik (however u spell it.) operation?"
and there was a stunned silence for about as long as 1 second before everyone burst out laughing.
at the same dinner, i was playing with kk's hp and dropped it a few times. like a 3 cm drop and i earned her rebuke....
me," i didnt drop ur phone!"
"u did loh. dun pretend."
"i REALLY didnt. u THOUGHT i did but i dropped my OWN hp."
"dun shit me. everytime u drop a 3g phone, the phone lights up."
"............................. YAH RIGHT! AND EVERYTIME I OPEN MY FLIP PHONE, IT LIGHTS UP TOO."
i'm at internship now so the posts are a little slow in coming in. doesnt help that i cant access blogger or msn at my work place.not that it matters much anyway. no one really comes here.
right....
till laters.
and there was a stunned silence for about as long as 1 second before everyone burst out laughing.
at the same dinner, i was playing with kk's hp and dropped it a few times. like a 3 cm drop and i earned her rebuke....
me," i didnt drop ur phone!"
"u did loh. dun pretend."
"i REALLY didnt. u THOUGHT i did but i dropped my OWN hp."
"dun shit me. everytime u drop a 3g phone, the phone lights up."
"............................. YAH RIGHT! AND EVERYTIME I OPEN MY FLIP PHONE, IT LIGHTS UP TOO."
i'm at internship now so the posts are a little slow in coming in. doesnt help that i cant access blogger or msn at my work place.not that it matters much anyway. no one really comes here.
right....
till laters.
Saturday, December 02, 2006
By and i were driving past the new sports hub at novena when she said, "so cool. they have VI-VO-CITY and now they have VE-LO-CITY." velocity was not pronounced as velocity. it was pronouned like vivo city. like jelo city. change the j to v. VE - LO - CITY. sister to vivo city.
"no, it's velocity. speed. velocity..."
my mom insists on washing the skin of oranges before we take off the skin. because everyone touch the orange and it's vv dirty. but if we're not going to eat the skin. does it matter... or does it?
after her operation, my mom can only eat soft food. what ever that fucking means. so at lunch, she refused to eat anything and was eating chee kueh. when i said, how can u expect to recover if u just eat carbohydrates. and she says she can only eat soft meat. and i asked her to define soft meat. she said meat that is made soft. like fish or chicken. and chicken must mince then it's considered soft. if u dun mince the chicken. it's hard meat. REALLY. i took like the thigh and said, u chew this 100 times before u swollow and it's as good as minced.
REALLY. soft meat. what the fuck.
now she wants to me stay at home and be her maria. 2 days and i want to die. this one cannot eat that one cannot eat. and the best part. she doesnt tell me she cant eat it till AFTER i cook it. REALLY.
"no, it's velocity. speed. velocity..."
my mom insists on washing the skin of oranges before we take off the skin. because everyone touch the orange and it's vv dirty. but if we're not going to eat the skin. does it matter... or does it?
after her operation, my mom can only eat soft food. what ever that fucking means. so at lunch, she refused to eat anything and was eating chee kueh. when i said, how can u expect to recover if u just eat carbohydrates. and she says she can only eat soft meat. and i asked her to define soft meat. she said meat that is made soft. like fish or chicken. and chicken must mince then it's considered soft. if u dun mince the chicken. it's hard meat. REALLY. i took like the thigh and said, u chew this 100 times before u swollow and it's as good as minced.
REALLY. soft meat. what the fuck.
now she wants to me stay at home and be her maria. 2 days and i want to die. this one cannot eat that one cannot eat. and the best part. she doesnt tell me she cant eat it till AFTER i cook it. REALLY.
Thursday, November 30, 2006
Ethics
i'm sitting in my room wondering WHAT THE FUCK AM I TO STUDY FOR ETHICS. nothing seems to be making sense. i know how the arguments work. i kinda know how to structure them but what is a norm? is it different from the rule? what is the categorical imperative? or i need to formulate a rule for act utilitarian or do i just need it for rule utilitarian? the veil of ignorance is easy. so is rule i hope. but what the fuck is catergorical imperative. it is imperative i do reasonably well for this exam. this is why i like law. it's structured but not overly so. not like accounting where it's soooo structured one can hardly breathe.
oh, after taking the papers. i very sure i will pass afa. like cock sure. i'm pretty sure i would get an a for ipr. it's just what kinda a is it. for tax planning. i'm keeping my fingers crossed and hope that my class participation is somehow very good. and for ethics, i'm pretty much dead. not only do i not know what to do for it. i don't want to study anymore. what kinda exam gives 4 essay questions that are answerable in point form... and to top it off. the last question HAS to be answered in point form. what the fuck. it's some kinda joke right...? apparently not. dammit. i hate ethics.
oh, after taking the papers. i very sure i will pass afa. like cock sure. i'm pretty sure i would get an a for ipr. it's just what kinda a is it. for tax planning. i'm keeping my fingers crossed and hope that my class participation is somehow very good. and for ethics, i'm pretty much dead. not only do i not know what to do for it. i don't want to study anymore. what kinda exam gives 4 essay questions that are answerable in point form... and to top it off. the last question HAS to be answered in point form. what the fuck. it's some kinda joke right...? apparently not. dammit. i hate ethics.
Sunday, November 26, 2006
Friday, November 24, 2006
Fly to the flame little moth
from the horse's mouth " i was always the butterfly and you were always the moth. fly to the flame little moth,"
WHAT VINDICTIVENESS.
i'm lovin it!
and in KK's words, "fly to the flame, "little" moth."
WHAT VINDICTIVENESS.
i'm lovin it!
and in KK's words, "fly to the flame, "little" moth."
when i was thinking of the song, so and so sitting on a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G. i couldn't help but think of a new rhyme, fat boy and fat girl sitting on a tree. B-R-E-A-K.
HAHAHAHAHAHA.
it is sooooo funny.
school fees per annum : $6000
price of going to school every month : $300
the look of shock when you see the exam paper : PRICELESS
there are somethings that money can't buy. for everything else, there's cheetsheet.
HAHAHAHAHAHA.
it is sooooo funny.
school fees per annum : $6000
price of going to school every month : $300
the look of shock when you see the exam paper : PRICELESS
there are somethings that money can't buy. for everything else, there's cheetsheet.
Thursday, November 23, 2006
A conversation between the creator of my blog and me.
me, hey, how come the tag board doesn't refresh automatically. sucks lah...
KK, ..................... i disabled the automatic refresh function.........
me, ..................................................................................................................... then people tend to post the same thing twice.
KK, because it makes a really irritating click sound when i click on it............ and people should be smarter than that.
me, ......................................................................................................................
KK, fine. go change it urself.
me, .......................................................................................................................
and this is the creator of my new skin
KK, ..................... i disabled the automatic refresh function.........
me, ..................................................................................................................... then people tend to post the same thing twice.
KK, because it makes a really irritating click sound when i click on it............ and people should be smarter than that.
me, ......................................................................................................................
KK, fine. go change it urself.
me, .......................................................................................................................
and this is the creator of my new skin
Monday, November 20, 2006
SMART
kk was showing me how to get to her boss's house and then i told her to go to streetdirectory and send me the map... she sent me this.
" can u dun be an idiot and highlight the road..."
"i highlight easier for u to see mah."
"and how am i to know what road i'm supposed to be on?"
".............................."
" can u dun be an idiot and highlight the road..."
"i highlight easier for u to see mah."
"and how am i to know what road i'm supposed to be on?"
".............................."
Sunday, November 19, 2006
Msn Nicks
I read my friend’s nick and I thought his was really funny. It went “each of us has a choice. I choose his way.” And I could not for the love of god stop thinking about the show pokemon…
In the end I changed my msn nick to “each of us has a choice. Squirtle, I chose you!”
And I’m laughing like a mad hyena. Hopefully he doesn’t think that I’m making fun of him.
My friend’s nick read “what do u call pple who are CMI and yet thinks it others that CMI?”
It just sounds funny. It sounds like one of the many law books that I’ve been reading. What’s up with the negatives vibes. CMI THEN CMI LAR. Aahaha
Another reads “when all is said and done, love and the whether are 2 elements that one can never be sure of.”
I’m not sure weather he means whether or weather. AHAHAHAHA. And for the weather, at least we have meteorologists.
There’s this other one, it goes “u only hurt me further when u give me false hope and destroy it with your bare hands.”
And I say, isn’t it obvious. False hope is just false. And I’m pretty sure the other party knows that he/she is hurting u more by giving u false hope and then destroying it….
And then there’s the “mandatory laptop betrayal”
You poor thing.
And people actually “get high on peanut butter”
I wonder what else gets u high… soyabean milk perhaps…
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
Monday, November 13, 2006
NICE
it feels good to win a circle of equals. Quaiff Homer? or should i say, FREEBIRTH HOMER.
i hear an aff.
HAHAHAHAHA.
GLOATING is the ultimate expression of victory. fuck u all who talk about humility and how it goes one full circle. i've tasted my own share of victories that makes one go light headed and 1 defeat which crushed me terribly. and i tell u, gloat while you can cause when ur down and out. u can be sure the ass who cleaned you out is going to laugh at you till the cows come home.
i hear an aff.
HAHAHAHAHA.
GLOATING is the ultimate expression of victory. fuck u all who talk about humility and how it goes one full circle. i've tasted my own share of victories that makes one go light headed and 1 defeat which crushed me terribly. and i tell u, gloat while you can cause when ur down and out. u can be sure the ass who cleaned you out is going to laugh at you till the cows come home.
WHY
why do people take a copy of today and the the free chinese paper "my paper"? are they trying to say they're bilingual? are they trying to say that they are so free that they are able to read both in the course of 1 day? or are they simply fucking retarded and get both for the sakeof getting both. i've seen people carry both and then stand there on a train doing i dunno what. why take 2 if ur not going to read both or one of them? it just doesnt make sense.
there's this gal in class who's taken a liking to emailing me. it's bloody annoying cause ur not pretty and i'm not interested in you. seriously. which part of i'm not interested in you because ur not pretty do you not seem to get. i am not interested in getting to know you better and you should have gotten the idea by now. just because u see me hanging out with guys all the time in class doesnt mean that i'm single. and even if i were, u would not stand a chance cause i know i can get better. i've gotten better and i will get better.
don't come and ask me things like "hello. i need your advise over the application of an internship" do i look like an intern guru to you? do i own an intern sourcing company? or better, have you ever heard of the office of career services? maybe you should just get on the right track - get ontrac. cause i sure as hell do not care where you go. and really. asking me why i choose dt over kpmg is like asking a horse why it would rather be pulling a plough than being a race horse. what kinda answer are u expecting or do u expect? maybe ur trying to "get to know me better" but seriously. when you have to sign off an email saying i'm your ft group mate. it really does tell a lot doesnt it. and frankly, even when u said who u were, i couldn't for the love of god remember who you are.
so you want an answer? i choose dt cause there were fewer alphabets in it's acroynm than kpmg. another reason is that i prefer to say a name in english than one in german. lastly, i choose dt because i did not choose kpmg. hope that answers your question.
Regards.
Biggest Baddest Bastard.
why did i turn down a lift from my dad to come to school.... 1, maybe it was because my mom forced him to fetch me to school. 2, you've never offered to send me to school and you bitch about having to pick me up when you do even though your company is like a 10 mins drive away. 3, i just didnt want to be alone in a car with you cause i have nothing to say to you and i hate to make small talk. 4, i love you and i hate it that i have nothing to say to you. so perhaps by making my own way i'm able to forget that i do not know you.
there's this gal in class who's taken a liking to emailing me. it's bloody annoying cause ur not pretty and i'm not interested in you. seriously. which part of i'm not interested in you because ur not pretty do you not seem to get. i am not interested in getting to know you better and you should have gotten the idea by now. just because u see me hanging out with guys all the time in class doesnt mean that i'm single. and even if i were, u would not stand a chance cause i know i can get better. i've gotten better and i will get better.
don't come and ask me things like "hello. i need your advise over the application of an internship" do i look like an intern guru to you? do i own an intern sourcing company? or better, have you ever heard of the office of career services? maybe you should just get on the right track - get ontrac. cause i sure as hell do not care where you go. and really. asking me why i choose dt over kpmg is like asking a horse why it would rather be pulling a plough than being a race horse. what kinda answer are u expecting or do u expect? maybe ur trying to "get to know me better" but seriously. when you have to sign off an email saying i'm your ft group mate. it really does tell a lot doesnt it. and frankly, even when u said who u were, i couldn't for the love of god remember who you are.
so you want an answer? i choose dt cause there were fewer alphabets in it's acroynm than kpmg. another reason is that i prefer to say a name in english than one in german. lastly, i choose dt because i did not choose kpmg. hope that answers your question.
Regards.
Biggest Baddest Bastard.
why did i turn down a lift from my dad to come to school.... 1, maybe it was because my mom forced him to fetch me to school. 2, you've never offered to send me to school and you bitch about having to pick me up when you do even though your company is like a 10 mins drive away. 3, i just didnt want to be alone in a car with you cause i have nothing to say to you and i hate to make small talk. 4, i love you and i hate it that i have nothing to say to you. so perhaps by making my own way i'm able to forget that i do not know you.
Galaxy Commander Ser Puff Ward, Harbringer of Light, Herald of the Angels and Doom to the Minions of Evil
AT LEAST I KNOW I'M NOT THE ONLY PSYCO ONE...
Friday, November 10, 2006
Thursday, November 09, 2006
Monday, November 06, 2006
Wy Wy
My friend’s dog died today, apparently from uterus infection, which sent her into shock. They only found her at 4 in the morning, lying on the floor staring into them with wet eyes. She was unable to move but she did manage to stare blankly with wet eyes. They then took her to A&E where she died after an operation.
After my friend told me I was wondering what do we want pets. I have a dog and I know that half its life is already gone and now we’re waiting for her to die. I love her and she never fails to bring a smile to my face, greet me enthusiastically, pester me to bring her for walks and sit beside me when I’m sad. But I know she’s going to die soon and I don’t know how well I’m going to take it. And now comes the question, why did I want her in the 1st place knowing that she’ll die sooner than me…
I guess we shouldn’t look at it from a “waiting for her to die” mentality but we should have a Crap Diem mentality yeah? But that doesn’t hurt the pain any less when she does.
Sunday, November 05, 2006
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