Beauty tip: when you buy shampoo, do look at the ingredients. Choose shampoos which use Sodium laureth instead of ammonium laureth. your hair will thank you.
(courtesy of yoonlin)
2003-09-30
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why why why.
am i the fool or are you? i didnt get the chance to say bye. but i don't want to. i'd like to say cya later, but thats not going to happen. maybe if i pretended i didnt feel this way long enough i could believe it. but then much in the same way why can't you. why can't you feel it. why do i feel it. why wont you concede. its because there are so many question but no answers, i just had to close this chapter put it away. because its too painful to see it. i want to say fuck it we'll just stay as we are. and things will work out. but it hasn't worked out. for me at least. and its selfish for me to do this, but its also selfish of you to want me to go on like that. it hurts so bad. i, as much as you, dont want things to turn out like this. but it has. with neither getting anything. don't hope. i dont want to know anything more about you. i dont want to know how you did for your A levels, i dont want to know who you're with, i dont want to know who you married, i dont even want to know if you are all right. unless you are on the verge of death, dont tell me. because i will try my utmost to exorcise everything i know of you. its not possible, but i can at least try. don't leave a comment on this. just read it and so be it. so while you hope for that call from me one day, i too will hope for a call from you.
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why why why.
am i the fool or are you? i didnt get the chance to say bye. but i don't want to. i'd like to say cya later, but thats not going to happen. maybe if i pretended i didnt feel this way long enough i could believe it. but then much in the same way why can't you. why can't you feel it. why do i feel it. why wont you concede. its because there are so many question but no answers, i just had to close this chapter put it away. because its too painful to see it. i want to say fuck it we'll just stay as we are. and things will work out. but it hasn't worked out. for me at least. and its selfish for me to do this, but its also selfish of you to want me to go on like that. it hurts so bad. i, as much as you, dont want things to turn out like this. but it has. with neither getting anything. don't hope. i dont want to know anything more about you. i dont want to know how you did for your A levels, i dont want to know who you're with, i dont want to know who you married, i dont even want to know if you are all right. unless you are on the verge of death, dont tell me. because i will try my utmost to exorcise everything i know of you. its not possible, but i can at least try. don't leave a comment on this. just read it and so be it. so while you hope for that call from me one day, i too will hope for a call from you.
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2003-09-29
i am witty and funny because i have nothing of real substance to say. so hopefully. you'll laugh and in the process gloss over the fact that what i say is basically worth horse shit.
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maybe its just momentary hysterics or really a step in the right direction. but i will lose you. and you me in the process. i just want to fly.
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maybe its just momentary hysterics or really a step in the right direction. but i will lose you. and you me in the process. i just want to fly.
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2003-09-28
haha. oh my god.
quotes of the day
- "Have you ever seen a black's COCK?! OH MY GOD! you know when they fuck, then dont have to hold the girl. jus pump and pump one!" *look of envy&horror*
-"i'm not drunk! theres a difference between being drunk and intoxicated! I'm not drunk! I'm not puking!" (repeat 100x)
moment of the night-
having scored a goal in winning eleven, dear hanboon was shouting in joyful elation, then vomited.
following which we trooped down to club. several beers-drank-thru-straws later, i went fucking nuts on the dancefloor. its been a while since i've last had the chance it was awesome! you know. your eye closed just your body and the music. you feel like your floating on the bass beat.
lum fell asleep on the couch and i shook my booty in his face. he awoke with a terrible headache, blaming it on my dear derriere. singapore has a new weapon to add to its arsenal of chemical armamanets. hah.
quotes of the day
- "Have you ever seen a black's COCK?! OH MY GOD! you know when they fuck, then dont have to hold the girl. jus pump and pump one!" *look of envy&horror*
-"i'm not drunk! theres a difference between being drunk and intoxicated! I'm not drunk! I'm not puking!" (repeat 100x)
moment of the night-
having scored a goal in winning eleven, dear hanboon was shouting in joyful elation, then vomited.
following which we trooped down to club. several beers-drank-thru-straws later, i went fucking nuts on the dancefloor. its been a while since i've last had the chance it was awesome! you know. your eye closed just your body and the music. you feel like your floating on the bass beat.
lum fell asleep on the couch and i shook my booty in his face. he awoke with a terrible headache, blaming it on my dear derriere. singapore has a new weapon to add to its arsenal of chemical armamanets. hah.
2003-09-26
watched 28 days later. it was shot in digital film medium and the scenes of empty london had to be shot in the weee hours of the morning. tis very surreal to see a city so dead. the greatest irony in my opinion, is despite the virus infecting people making that rabid blood hungry zombies, the greatest threat to the protagonist and his companions in the climatic mansion scene were the uninfected human soldiers themselves who wanted to kill the guy and fuck the girls.
oh don't you just love being human.
the cinematography was excellent, fast paced and erratic. a la trainspotting. given the 10-second attention span of the mtv generation, this is very apt. which would also mean that i have long surpassed my alloted share of your attention and kudos to you if you've read this far. i shant hold you any longer go play.
bye
oh don't you just love being human.
the cinematography was excellent, fast paced and erratic. a la trainspotting. given the 10-second attention span of the mtv generation, this is very apt. which would also mean that i have long surpassed my alloted share of your attention and kudos to you if you've read this far. i shant hold you any longer go play.
bye
shit. so i'm having this bbq over at my place on saturday, but the thing is, i forgot who i invited. you know how it is, walking around and you see someone you know-
"hey man! this sat my place! bbq and we're gonna get fuckin pissed, its gonna be awesome! you game?"
The damage thus far is... 20 over people. From an intended 10. I have no idea what the hell we are going to do. I don't have sports on my cable. I only have racing games and 1player games on my ps2.
Maybe we'll just end up playing soggy biscuit.
"hey man! this sat my place! bbq and we're gonna get fuckin pissed, its gonna be awesome! you game?"
The damage thus far is... 20 over people. From an intended 10. I have no idea what the hell we are going to do. I don't have sports on my cable. I only have racing games and 1player games on my ps2.
Maybe we'll just end up playing soggy biscuit.
So today's post will be about today. technically yesteday rather but you get my drift.
Begin at the begin, thats what my teacher used to say.
So there was economics paper 1&2 today. Sparing you the details, I was very clueless regarding the Case Study. Greek would have made more sense. So I needed a battle plan, which brought to mind America's great 'Shock And Awe' strategy. Maybe if I convulted my sentences into what would seem to be highly intellectual gibberish (Bad inflation is, yes my young jedi), the marker would give me the benefit of the doubt yay yay yay marks marks marks! But then!~ After answering the first question, i thought. Shit. Isn't the US public enemy number 1 now? So I adopt the iraqi stance, that which will gain me sympathy. So I dumbed downed my english to a hong-kong standard, with spelling errors and all galore. So this random thought process went on question after question, and by the end of it, I'm hoping they'll give me sympathy marks by virtue of my insanity.
I got coloured contacts! And I look damned good in 'em.
There was a live band playing at muddy murphy's*- shit their name escapes my puny mind but it was awesome! the lead singer was a david beckham cum orlando bloom cum lead guitarist from Weezer lookalike (CUM!!!! yum? yuck.), and a voice a la Pearl Jam lead singer, and he was a glorious piece of meat, yes he was. Yum yum. Took a photo with the band, in classic groupie fashion, yoon jace and i. Yoon lin says the silliest things, and she's rubbing off on jacelyn, her protege. Jace, run girl. Run before it you're sucked in too deep.
(ammendment: the band is called Roadstar. if by some odd chance you guys read this... you all are fuckin awesome!!)
*they have excellent fish and chips. give it a try.
I want to be a rockstar. I can see the appeal, being on stage with everyone's attention on you. Its abso-fuckin-lutely a dream. I would go fuckin wildly ecstatically nuts. We are starting a band. I am on vocals and guitar, yoon on bass, jace on keyboard and xin on drums. Pornstar is what we are called. All's that's left is to learn how to play our damned instruments. hah.
thought of the day- If you don't know where you are going, any road will take you there.
A little birdie told me so.
Begin at the begin, thats what my teacher used to say.
So there was economics paper 1&2 today. Sparing you the details, I was very clueless regarding the Case Study. Greek would have made more sense. So I needed a battle plan, which brought to mind America's great 'Shock And Awe' strategy. Maybe if I convulted my sentences into what would seem to be highly intellectual gibberish (Bad inflation is, yes my young jedi), the marker would give me the benefit of the doubt yay yay yay marks marks marks! But then!~ After answering the first question, i thought. Shit. Isn't the US public enemy number 1 now? So I adopt the iraqi stance, that which will gain me sympathy. So I dumbed downed my english to a hong-kong standard, with spelling errors and all galore. So this random thought process went on question after question, and by the end of it, I'm hoping they'll give me sympathy marks by virtue of my insanity.
I got coloured contacts! And I look damned good in 'em.
There was a live band playing at muddy murphy's*- shit their name escapes my puny mind but it was awesome! the lead singer was a david beckham cum orlando bloom cum lead guitarist from Weezer lookalike (CUM!!!! yum? yuck.), and a voice a la Pearl Jam lead singer, and he was a glorious piece of meat, yes he was. Yum yum. Took a photo with the band, in classic groupie fashion, yoon jace and i. Yoon lin says the silliest things, and she's rubbing off on jacelyn, her protege. Jace, run girl. Run before it you're sucked in too deep.
(ammendment: the band is called Roadstar. if by some odd chance you guys read this... you all are fuckin awesome!!)
*they have excellent fish and chips. give it a try.
I want to be a rockstar. I can see the appeal, being on stage with everyone's attention on you. Its abso-fuckin-lutely a dream. I would go fuckin wildly ecstatically nuts. We are starting a band. I am on vocals and guitar, yoon on bass, jace on keyboard and xin on drums. Pornstar is what we are called. All's that's left is to learn how to play our damned instruments. hah.
thought of the day- If you don't know where you are going, any road will take you there.
A little birdie told me so.
2003-09-24
thought for the day- the sweet is never as sweet without the sour. lets let the man himself say it. Brian: Ah, but how could I enjoy the sweet of life without the bitter?
Thank you Brian, that was lovely.
think about it.
For the uninitiated, that is Vanilla Sky. Just watched it for the first time on HBO. My opinion? Yeah I liked it, though I didn't really like the melding of science into the whole plot. It. It removes the sense of. magic. Making it seem. seem more sterile.
Listen close because this is a revolution of the mind- I lust for LoveHateDreamsLifeWorkPlayFriendshipSexSoul. Make mine real, shaken not stirred, two olives and a cherry.
Thank you.
I am thinking of. A hazy day. Its dry, and chilly, windy. The kind of day when you breathe, your breath comes out like a long drag on a cigarette. autumn maybe.* Toxic love. Maybe I will get drunk on love. or its many substitutes. Love is a reason in itself isn't it. What is love to you? I can't find my own answer to that, so let me cheat. Give me your answer. I'll make it mine.
*it was the favouritest of all
I feel disconnected. Very much so. I'm probably on a soul vacation I guess. It's checked out, booked out, hopped a plane, don't know when it'll return. Or maybe it was never there to begin with. mayhaps. mayhaps I was chasing phantom shadows.
There's more (no, I never disappoint). but I'll tell you in another life, when we are both cats.
Thank you Brian, that was lovely.
think about it.
For the uninitiated, that is Vanilla Sky. Just watched it for the first time on HBO. My opinion? Yeah I liked it, though I didn't really like the melding of science into the whole plot. It. It removes the sense of. magic. Making it seem. seem more sterile.
Listen close because this is a revolution of the mind- I lust for LoveHateDreamsLifeWorkPlayFriendshipSexSoul. Make mine real, shaken not stirred, two olives and a cherry.
Thank you.
I am thinking of. A hazy day. Its dry, and chilly, windy. The kind of day when you breathe, your breath comes out like a long drag on a cigarette. autumn maybe.* Toxic love. Maybe I will get drunk on love. or its many substitutes. Love is a reason in itself isn't it. What is love to you? I can't find my own answer to that, so let me cheat. Give me your answer. I'll make it mine.
*it was the favouritest of all
I feel disconnected. Very much so. I'm probably on a soul vacation I guess. It's checked out, booked out, hopped a plane, don't know when it'll return. Or maybe it was never there to begin with. mayhaps. mayhaps I was chasing phantom shadows.
There's more (no, I never disappoint). but I'll tell you in another life, when we are both cats.
2003-09-23
its been a while since i've done a proper post.
My head is pounding. Bada-bump. Bada-bomp. Its throbbing, you can see the veins on the side actually reverberate like the taut skin across a drum.
(Marie in the rain,
Marie in the dark
moon-sopped night,
Marie in the clatter-clack,
sweeping metronome wipers
of little cabs.) can you dig it cool cat?
Late at night, with the curtains drawn, the far side of my room swims in thick deep black that seems to go into infinity. I prefer to think of it as a flat black wall instead of a gaping black hole with all things nasty lurking in wait. It's easier on the mind.
I love my dad. He's so cute. He's what you would call a foodie. I would liken him to... a more introverted version of that makansutra person. Today, he came in with a tingling air about him in his usual quiet demeanor. He had bought raw beef, sliced thinly, with marvelous marbling of fat across it, fine as a spider's web. He proceeded to consult his library of cooking books and promptly found an appropriate sauce, enlisting my help in its preperation. 1 lemon, a few cloves of garlic, some soy sauce, dried fish and 5 minutes later, we concocted a fine brew to compliment the raw beef. He ate it with a supressed grin, being very pleased with himself. It was heavenly.
I am, for some reason, feeling more proper nowadays.
My head is pounding. Bada-bump. Bada-bomp. Its throbbing, you can see the veins on the side actually reverberate like the taut skin across a drum.
(Marie in the rain,
Marie in the dark
moon-sopped night,
Marie in the clatter-clack,
sweeping metronome wipers
of little cabs.) can you dig it cool cat?
Late at night, with the curtains drawn, the far side of my room swims in thick deep black that seems to go into infinity. I prefer to think of it as a flat black wall instead of a gaping black hole with all things nasty lurking in wait. It's easier on the mind.
I love my dad. He's so cute. He's what you would call a foodie. I would liken him to... a more introverted version of that makansutra person. Today, he came in with a tingling air about him in his usual quiet demeanor. He had bought raw beef, sliced thinly, with marvelous marbling of fat across it, fine as a spider's web. He proceeded to consult his library of cooking books and promptly found an appropriate sauce, enlisting my help in its preperation. 1 lemon, a few cloves of garlic, some soy sauce, dried fish and 5 minutes later, we concocted a fine brew to compliment the raw beef. He ate it with a supressed grin, being very pleased with himself. It was heavenly.
I am, for some reason, feeling more proper nowadays.
2003-09-22
2003-09-20
the results were disturbing.
the following people are gay:
Leon
Tzi Yang
David
Sanjeev
Bruce
Lui
Edgar
Julian
Paul
(p.s: just kidding. the results weren't really sent to me. so if you would be so kind, please leave your sexual history in the comments section. for the sake of discretion, you have the option of leaving it as a private comment. thank you.)
the following people are gay:
Leon
Tzi Yang
David
Sanjeev
Bruce
Lui
Edgar
Julian
Paul
(p.s: just kidding. the results weren't really sent to me. so if you would be so kind, please leave your sexual history in the comments section. for the sake of discretion, you have the option of leaving it as a private comment. thank you.)
2003-09-19
Fuck you know how quizzes sometimes can be eerily spot on...
shit man try this one it sent a bloody chill down my spine. keep the results to yourself dont spoil it for others mind you. *shudder*
thats all for today folks.
shit man try this one it sent a bloody chill down my spine. keep the results to yourself dont spoil it for others mind you. *shudder*
thats all for today folks.
2003-09-18
whine. I'm really very bored. It feels as if the prelims are over so yay play play play but theres still that niggling thing called the A levels and damn you conscience stop bothering me but i shall listen to you nonetheless and be good. i think im getting stupider by the way words seem to drown me whenever i open my econs text and all i can think of is how uncomforatble the chair im sitting in is or how humid it is or some other mundane thing.
I'd blog about how i hate oranges cuz they squirt acid in your eyes when you peel them and it burns, and i'd blog about how i hate my pants because they're old and ratty and i'd blog about how i hate blue pens because i think essays written in blue are an absolute eyesore, but i fear the Association of oranges, pants and blue pens respectively will slap me with a nasty letter threatening to sue me, lambasting me for undermining very values of fair singapore (i.e. equality amongst fruits, pants and pens, regardless of taste, material* or colour) and flood my blog with comments about how slanderous and bigoted my opinions are and make anonymous attacks on my character and friends. ho hum.
*pledge of pant equality- that all pants be considered equal, regardless of material of construction, number of pockets or brand, be it draw-string, elastic waistband or belt-and-buckle.
I'd blog about how i hate oranges cuz they squirt acid in your eyes when you peel them and it burns, and i'd blog about how i hate my pants because they're old and ratty and i'd blog about how i hate blue pens because i think essays written in blue are an absolute eyesore, but i fear the Association of oranges, pants and blue pens respectively will slap me with a nasty letter threatening to sue me, lambasting me for undermining very values of fair singapore (i.e. equality amongst fruits, pants and pens, regardless of taste, material* or colour) and flood my blog with comments about how slanderous and bigoted my opinions are and make anonymous attacks on my character and friends. ho hum.
*pledge of pant equality- that all pants be considered equal, regardless of material of construction, number of pockets or brand, be it draw-string, elastic waistband or belt-and-buckle.
Fight Club!
What movie Do you Belong in?(many different outcomes!)
brought to you by Quizilla
aight. i can live with that. now if only i had a bod like that.
So its like this- I joined this online community thinge called Friendster, and basically you add your friends to it, and their friends are connected to you via them and the it goes on and on like an intricate spider web. So like. In a odd, whacked out way, Catherine (the JAG babe) is connected to me via 3 friends. Ase Wang's somewhere in the melting pot too. I read this somewhere once... everyone knows everyone at least 6 times removed. Hmmm. haha My chances with Rory aren't looking dismal now.
My great plans for movie maddness went pop when I fell asleep on the carpet, only to wake up the following day just in time for Jamie Oliver. (yay!) MY friends were gone so I guess they found their way back, and it seems I missed a veryy steamy shower scene between Denise Richards and some nigga girl. Damnit!
My great plans for movie maddness went pop when I fell asleep on the carpet, only to wake up the following day just in time for Jamie Oliver. (yay!) MY friends were gone so I guess they found their way back, and it seems I missed a veryy steamy shower scene between Denise Richards and some nigga girl. Damnit!
2003-09-17
So today was physics paper. What can be said... an exam is an exam is an exam. I'm not getting an F thats for sure so its a definate improvement? Gosh. That just sounds pathetic. Anyway the good thing about todays exam was that it was in the library, meaning it was AIR-CONDITIONED, which means... I finally got a chance to wear my beloved 2nd hand air-force army jacket!
You see, it belonged to an air force pilot, and he died during the Afgan war. Osama found his jacket and wore it as a disguise to escape the US. Then he passed the jacket to Saddam his ol' buddy. And if you read my previous post, Saddam dropped by for dinner the other day and left the jacket at my place. And so thats the history of my jacket. I love 2nd hand clothes!
Had 2 beers for lunch in lieu of the coming Pirate day and for the hell of it. Dead tired by the time I got back after lunch, but against my better judgement went to take a shower, leaving me in a comatose state of consciousness.
I plan to put my brain on the backburner tonight with silly DVDs and crude jokes.
Just a reminder: 2 days to Speak Like a Pirate Day. I hope everyone will participate in this joyous occasion of merryment.
Btw, I am 2 people short of a threesome. Any takers?
You see, it belonged to an air force pilot, and he died during the Afgan war. Osama found his jacket and wore it as a disguise to escape the US. Then he passed the jacket to Saddam his ol' buddy. And if you read my previous post, Saddam dropped by for dinner the other day and left the jacket at my place. And so thats the history of my jacket. I love 2nd hand clothes!
Had 2 beers for lunch in lieu of the coming Pirate day and for the hell of it. Dead tired by the time I got back after lunch, but against my better judgement went to take a shower, leaving me in a comatose state of consciousness.
I plan to put my brain on the backburner tonight with silly DVDs and crude jokes.
Just a reminder: 2 days to Speak Like a Pirate Day. I hope everyone will participate in this joyous occasion of merryment.
Btw, I am 2 people short of a threesome. Any takers?
GRRRR. its almost 4am now, physics paper is in about 4 1/2hours. Minus time for transport and misc dilly-dallying (like what im doing now), i have about 3 hours left. And another 5 topics to revise and 3 to learn from scratch. This sucks. I'd call Yoon now and bother her for a bit but shes sleeping and i'll be nice. which is why im whining here. How the hell could i misplace my notes?! god damnit! darryl! hojun! i need you two back with me! im a mess without you sheparding me around. tho yoon and xin xin do an ok job. sigh. how am i going to survive next time. i can imagine it now... me alone in a foreign country. i've misplaced my luggage, lost my passport and forgot where im staying. and if that country is china where they all speak friggin chinese (read: alian-ese), I'm friggin dead.
Chinese stranger: (translated) Hi would you like to participate in a gay orgy? (lai xiao di. ne lai gen wo, wo zhao gu ne hao hao!)(What I thought I heard: Come, let me help you poor boy.)
Me: Wow how nice of you! OK! (waa ne zhen de hen hao. xie xie!)
SIGH.
Chinese stranger: (translated) Hi would you like to participate in a gay orgy? (lai xiao di. ne lai gen wo, wo zhao gu ne hao hao!)(What I thought I heard: Come, let me help you poor boy.)
Me: Wow how nice of you! OK! (waa ne zhen de hen hao. xie xie!)
SIGH.
2003-09-16
We used to have this back in AC. Never paid much attention to it though.
This is for all those star-crossed lovers out there:
Thought of the Day- Of course it ends bad. If it weren't bad, why would it end?
Afterthought: I wanna be a bartender. and Jok has left the nation.
Dear Jok,
Yes, I will smoke less, drink less and mess less. I've been sober for months already, which is a good indication in my opinion. Also, I'm turning the tables on you now- Please smoke less, drink less, and mess less.
Hope you don't have too much fun where you are, so you'll be itching to come back to shitty slimey Singapore.
Warmest Regards,
Lennard Ong
This is for all those star-crossed lovers out there:
Thought of the Day- Of course it ends bad. If it weren't bad, why would it end?
Afterthought: I wanna be a bartender. and Jok has left the nation.
Dear Jok,
Yes, I will smoke less, drink less and mess less. I've been sober for months already, which is a good indication in my opinion. Also, I'm turning the tables on you now- Please smoke less, drink less, and mess less.
Hope you don't have too much fun where you are, so you'll be itching to come back to shitty slimey Singapore.
Warmest Regards,
Lennard Ong
2003-09-15
Augh! Damn you Bush! (terrorist network) HAHA I laugh at your face now that you're on your knee's (saddam is coming for dinner) asking for 'international cooperation' with rebuilding Iraq. Hmmm.. whats that you said? Did I hear you correctly? (car bomb embassy)
"You are either with us, OR against us!" , you boomed, so full of confidence. Do you recall? (highjack plane, crash into white houses)
Ho Ho (osama is hiding in my basement) Ho. Look at you now. A budget bursting at (assasinate the bush) its seams and unemployment at an all time high, HAHAHA. (jihad) How's it feel to take it up the ass? I sure as hell hope you don't get re-elected you bible-thumping crazy texan. The heat there sure must've fried your brains good.
haha. this post is sure to turn up in the scans of the FBI or CIA or whatever agency is undertaking the task. Dear sir/ma'am, when you find this, please remember to sign the guestbook!
what else have you said? hmmm...
"I'm also not very analytical. You know I don't spend a lot of time thinking about myself, about why I do things." —George W. Bush, aboard Air Force One, June 4, 2003 Shit. You only say this AFTER you get elected?
"The war on terror involves Saddam Hussein because of the nature of Saddam Hussein, the history of Saddam Hussein, and his willingness to terrorize himself." —George W. Bush, Grand Rapids, Mich., Jan. 29, 2003 You've done a good job of fucking yourself good too... not to mention your nation along with it.
"Perhaps one way will be, if we use military force, in the post-Saddam Iraq the U.N. will definitely need to have a role. And that way it can begin to get its legs, legs of responsibility back." —George W. Bush, the Azores, Portugal, March 16, 2003 as opposed to... hands of mischief? come on. use better metaphors damnit.
"The law I sign today directs new funds and new focus to the task of collecting vital intelligence on terrorist threats and on weapons of mass production." —George W. Bush, Washington, D.C., Nov. 27, 2002 Yikes. Should us males encase our penises in lead then to avoid detection?
"I know the human being and fish can coexist peacefully." —George W. Bush, Saginaw, Mich., Sept. 29, 2000 *slaps forehead*
more BUSH-ISMS. Be Befuddled! Gasp in awe! Bask in the great oratorical skills of Bush!
hey help me out please. Its very easy- just click here, and click on the subsequent number (you'll know what i mean). It doesn't take more than 30 seconds of your time and you don't even have to register or anything.
so,
Just click above, and the subsequent number. pleaseeeeeeee.
thank you!
so,
Just click above, and the subsequent number. pleaseeeeeeee.
thank you!
2003-09-14
Dear Blog Reader,
Do you have a God? Please pray to He/She/It for me. Better yet, make a sacrifice. Make sure its a virgin though, because tainted souls don't work as well. Thank you.
Yours Sincerely,
Lennard Ong
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Where to get virgins:
At this hour, most innocent virgins are safe at home studying/sleeping/going to sleep, so prowling the streets for victims would be, for the most part, done in vain.
If you yourself are a virgin, that would work, however, do not forget to state to your God the purpose of your suicide (i.e- For Lennard's exams). If not, it would be a pointless exercise in the macabre.
That aside, if you have any siblings under the age of 19, its a safe bet that they are virgins. However, when performing the sacrifice, be sure to do it in private, lest parental figures disrupt the process.
Killing of parents do not count as they are not virgins.
Do you have a God? Please pray to He/She/It for me. Better yet, make a sacrifice. Make sure its a virgin though, because tainted souls don't work as well. Thank you.
Yours Sincerely,
Lennard Ong
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Where to get virgins:
At this hour, most innocent virgins are safe at home studying/sleeping/going to sleep, so prowling the streets for victims would be, for the most part, done in vain.
If you yourself are a virgin, that would work, however, do not forget to state to your God the purpose of your suicide (i.e- For Lennard's exams). If not, it would be a pointless exercise in the macabre.
That aside, if you have any siblings under the age of 19, its a safe bet that they are virgins. However, when performing the sacrifice, be sure to do it in private, lest parental figures disrupt the process.
Killing of parents do not count as they are not virgins.
2003-09-13
another one bites the dust...
sigh, and so the demise of yet another blogger, Sanjeev Menon. His blog was good humoured, never politcally-correct and regularly updated. A joy to read, it will sorely be missed. Menon, hope you don't mind, but I'm going to post one of your poems here because its too damn funny to let it go... if you want it taken down jus send me a msg, its not a problem.
*sniff*
In the grave Ollah awoke
With dirt his body covered
Benefits of a toke
Yet to be discovered
Out in plain sight
As clear as can be
In the broadest daylight
A weed powered zombie
To kill his friend Geezes
His final quest
Till his time on earth ceases
He'll try his best
In the Vatican city
Geezes was just crowned
He drank and sat pretty
Jugs and jugs being downed
Out of nowhere
Ollah appeared
Screaming mad as a bear
I'll Burn Your Damn Beard
Try as they might
No one could stop him
The guards vanished in one big bite
Geezes' fate looked increasingly dim
You worthless slugs
You fuckin Pope
You took my drugs
You stole my dope
At Geezes' plight
He could only scoff
In one huge bite
He bit Geezes' head off
I love you Mary Jane
He said in spite of the gore
With a sudden pain
He fell to the floor
With a smile on his face
His revenge was taken
He went to a higher place
While Geezes' ass was bacon
So my brethren
This is the plot
It takes you to heaven
The grass they call pot
Of this narrative
I share with you the point
It is really imperative
Not to steal your friend's joint
The last of this series
The final conclusion
Enjoy you will please
My lyrical exposition
By Sanjeev Menon
sigh, and so the demise of yet another blogger, Sanjeev Menon. His blog was good humoured, never politcally-correct and regularly updated. A joy to read, it will sorely be missed. Menon, hope you don't mind, but I'm going to post one of your poems here because its too damn funny to let it go... if you want it taken down jus send me a msg, its not a problem.
*sniff*
In the grave Ollah awoke
With dirt his body covered
Benefits of a toke
Yet to be discovered
Out in plain sight
As clear as can be
In the broadest daylight
A weed powered zombie
To kill his friend Geezes
His final quest
Till his time on earth ceases
He'll try his best
In the Vatican city
Geezes was just crowned
He drank and sat pretty
Jugs and jugs being downed
Out of nowhere
Ollah appeared
Screaming mad as a bear
I'll Burn Your Damn Beard
Try as they might
No one could stop him
The guards vanished in one big bite
Geezes' fate looked increasingly dim
You worthless slugs
You fuckin Pope
You took my drugs
You stole my dope
At Geezes' plight
He could only scoff
In one huge bite
He bit Geezes' head off
I love you Mary Jane
He said in spite of the gore
With a sudden pain
He fell to the floor
With a smile on his face
His revenge was taken
He went to a higher place
While Geezes' ass was bacon
So my brethren
This is the plot
It takes you to heaven
The grass they call pot
Of this narrative
I share with you the point
It is really imperative
Not to steal your friend's joint
The last of this series
The final conclusion
Enjoy you will please
My lyrical exposition
By Sanjeev Menon
2003-09-12
haha. okay funny thing. Today while crossing the road along serene, a cyclist ignored the proper road etiquette and against good sense, raced across the road. At the same time, a taxi was hurtling down at speed, and the driver unable to stop in time or being just plain blind (it was a taxi driver, after all), slammed into the poor cyclist, flinging him into the air like a dog would a poor rag doll...
ALAS!!! The Humanity!!!
Surely no normal human could survive such an ordeal! But no, he was indian, and got up, unfazed like a Terminator (in an arnie voice- I'm back!) , straddled his bike and was on his way.
Hai. Damn bhais.
(the events mentioned above should be taken with a pinch of salt, though the event really did occur)
ALAS!!! The Humanity!!!
Surely no normal human could survive such an ordeal! But no, he was indian, and got up, unfazed like a Terminator (in an arnie voice- I'm back!) , straddled his bike and was on his way.
Hai. Damn bhais.
(the events mentioned above should be taken with a pinch of salt, though the event really did occur)
BENT. ok dont have the time to write it all out cause im going to sleep (god sleep, sweeett sleep.... how i have longed for thee), but in a nutshell- GO CATCH IT BEFORE IT ENDS.
heres the rundown from the site-
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B E N T (RA)
Sypnosis
Berlin 1934: Suave, debonair playboy, Max, is living the decadent and promiscuous Berlin nightclub life. Though dedicated to his lover Rudy, who performs in the cabaret, Max’s one-night stand with an attractive German soldier leaves them running for their lives as Hitler’s Gestapo closes in on them. In a desperate fight for survival, Max contacts his Uncle Freddie to make a deal that will get himself and Rudy across the border to Amsterdam. But before they can escape, they find themselves shuffled on board a train headed to Dachau.
In the indignity of a filthy crowded train, a fellow prisoner, Horst, teaches Max how to cope with the new order. To make it off the train, he must harden his heart. He must do what the Gestapo tells him, including aiding in the brutal torture and murder of his lover, to stay alive.
In the harsh conditions of the workyard at Dachau, Horst teaches Max another life-saving lesson, not about the survival of the body but about the survival of the human heart. Max learns through his powerful bond with Horst, that survival, like intimacy, has less to do with the human flesh than with personal truth and fundamental human dignity.
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The use of rafia was very ingenious given the constraints of the space, but then again such a play would not have worked in an atmosphere that was any less intimate. ah. ok i mus stop myself here if not i'll hammer away an eyeful, which i will, but just another day.
Gays, go watch it, its gay-pride if anything. Homophobes, go watch it, you might empathise and see that love is love is love, and be more open to the counter-culture. For the rest, just watch it for the experience... it is afterall, a story of love at its core and we can all relate to that on some level at least.
So go. Go or i'll conk you over the head!
heres the rundown from the site-
-
B E N T (RA)
Sypnosis
Berlin 1934: Suave, debonair playboy, Max, is living the decadent and promiscuous Berlin nightclub life. Though dedicated to his lover Rudy, who performs in the cabaret, Max’s one-night stand with an attractive German soldier leaves them running for their lives as Hitler’s Gestapo closes in on them. In a desperate fight for survival, Max contacts his Uncle Freddie to make a deal that will get himself and Rudy across the border to Amsterdam. But before they can escape, they find themselves shuffled on board a train headed to Dachau.
In the indignity of a filthy crowded train, a fellow prisoner, Horst, teaches Max how to cope with the new order. To make it off the train, he must harden his heart. He must do what the Gestapo tells him, including aiding in the brutal torture and murder of his lover, to stay alive.
In the harsh conditions of the workyard at Dachau, Horst teaches Max another life-saving lesson, not about the survival of the body but about the survival of the human heart. Max learns through his powerful bond with Horst, that survival, like intimacy, has less to do with the human flesh than with personal truth and fundamental human dignity.
-
The use of rafia was very ingenious given the constraints of the space, but then again such a play would not have worked in an atmosphere that was any less intimate. ah. ok i mus stop myself here if not i'll hammer away an eyeful, which i will, but just another day.
Gays, go watch it, its gay-pride if anything. Homophobes, go watch it, you might empathise and see that love is love is love, and be more open to the counter-culture. For the rest, just watch it for the experience... it is afterall, a story of love at its core and we can all relate to that on some level at least.
So go. Go or i'll conk you over the head!
2003-09-11
Dis-jointed
Today's Life is in my opinion, the best issue thus far in a lonnggg while. Many many interesting reads, like the Naomi Campbell articles (yes joan, i agree. She's everything you said she was), the Bowie article and the good news of a Simon&Garfunkel Reunion. Oh oh there was an interesting review on facial cleansers too, and as an added bonus, today's Bizzaro was damn funny! and there was a pic of Angelina Jolie, AND Orlando Bloom! there. Today's Life in a nutshell... I can't believe I used a whole paragraph talking about it. bah.
Last night I gave in at the very last minute and made my way down to zouk (Hmmm because SOMEBODY* let me down! pah). Naysayers, hold your tongue! I've been up since 10 and studying! And today's whole agenda is built about the virtues of self-improvement (i.e- studying), and a play tonight, Bent, which I am really quiteee looking forward to. But I digress. Zouk... they freakin' played the GHOSTBUSTERS theme song!!! hahaha that was an absolute lark, but damn fun la... damn fun. haha. A tad too crowded for my tastes, but hey, thats testament to its draw, right?
What is the deal with all these self-improvement books? '7 Habits of Highly-Effective People', 'Tony Robbins Approach to Success!', 'You CAN!'. All a load of bladderdash. Sure ya it does spout some good info, but nothing plain-old common sense can't cover. In the words of Tyler Durden- Self-Improvement is Masturbation. Lets analyse that... its not just a hyped up movie quote (from fight club). Like. When you're reading the book, you feel all hyped up like, 'yeah yeah I'm improving myself', but give it a few days, weeks, and it's impact dies down to a mere background throb. So its like masturbation- (heard this from someone, btw) While your doing it, it feels great, top of the world. But once its over, you can't help but realise you just fucked yourself.
p.s: i like playing with the Bold option! Makes this look so regal and with like... important points. hoho!
* #@^!(@#
-space monkey
Today's Life is in my opinion, the best issue thus far in a lonnggg while. Many many interesting reads, like the Naomi Campbell articles (yes joan, i agree. She's everything you said she was), the Bowie article and the good news of a Simon&Garfunkel Reunion. Oh oh there was an interesting review on facial cleansers too, and as an added bonus, today's Bizzaro was damn funny! and there was a pic of Angelina Jolie, AND Orlando Bloom! there. Today's Life in a nutshell... I can't believe I used a whole paragraph talking about it. bah.
Last night I gave in at the very last minute and made my way down to zouk (Hmmm because SOMEBODY* let me down! pah). Naysayers, hold your tongue! I've been up since 10 and studying! And today's whole agenda is built about the virtues of self-improvement (i.e- studying), and a play tonight, Bent, which I am really quiteee looking forward to. But I digress. Zouk... they freakin' played the GHOSTBUSTERS theme song!!! hahaha that was an absolute lark, but damn fun la... damn fun. haha. A tad too crowded for my tastes, but hey, thats testament to its draw, right?
What is the deal with all these self-improvement books? '7 Habits of Highly-Effective People', 'Tony Robbins Approach to Success!', 'You CAN!'. All a load of bladderdash. Sure ya it does spout some good info, but nothing plain-old common sense can't cover. In the words of Tyler Durden- Self-Improvement is Masturbation. Lets analyse that... its not just a hyped up movie quote (from fight club). Like. When you're reading the book, you feel all hyped up like, 'yeah yeah I'm improving myself', but give it a few days, weeks, and it's impact dies down to a mere background throb. So its like masturbation- (heard this from someone, btw) While your doing it, it feels great, top of the world. But once its over, you can't help but realise you just fucked yourself.
p.s: i like playing with the Bold option! Makes this look so regal and with like... important points. hoho!
* #@^!(@#
-space monkey
2003-09-10
Hmmm. Was talking to trevor about the state of sleeplessness, insomnia, and how, after a prolonged period of sleep-deprivation, one's state of consciousness enters a state of limbo, into an almost surrealistic landscape where all is quiet, all is still and the only sounds are the voices in your head, running here there bouncing off the walls shouting for attention whispering for silence. I would best describe it as a lucid state of thought, when the intanglible becomes crystal clear, like a sculpture you can hold, caress and analyse.
Let me give you an analogy- you know that magic eye shit? when all you see is garbled shit but then suddenly for a moment it becomes super clear and the picture pops up? yea you get that... things make perfect sense. Its lovely!
Like, it was in these moments I birthed alot of my pieces (ya i know it sounds... pretentious but cut me some slack), and its in those moments that they are perfect, like... like the rose in Beauty and The Beast. Sparkling and sadly, transient. Even the physical realization of the concept pales in comparison to what the artist see's in his mind's eye. I guess it is this madness that has driven many an artist to suicide (though that is a tired cliche.)
-you and the cap'n make it happen!
-behing the scenes
-an ode to no(1)
-tobacco flower
-always cocacola
-king of jews
Let me give you an analogy- you know that magic eye shit? when all you see is garbled shit but then suddenly for a moment it becomes super clear and the picture pops up? yea you get that... things make perfect sense. Its lovely!
Like, it was in these moments I birthed alot of my pieces (ya i know it sounds... pretentious but cut me some slack), and its in those moments that they are perfect, like... like the rose in Beauty and The Beast. Sparkling and sadly, transient. Even the physical realization of the concept pales in comparison to what the artist see's in his mind's eye. I guess it is this madness that has driven many an artist to suicide (though that is a tired cliche.)
-you and the cap'n make it happen!
-behing the scenes
-an ode to no(1)
-tobacco flower
-always cocacola
-king of jews
Mambo Night
To go, or not to go: That is the question.
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous syllabus requirements,
Or to take arms against a sea of devilish temptations
And by submitting end them. To dance: to drink;
No more; and by a drink to say we end
The heart-ache, and the thousand stressful grievances
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To dance, to drink;
To dance: perchance to freedom: aye, there's the rub
For in that dance of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect.
hmmm. oddly, it makes some sense. whoever said literature doesn't apply to real life should be shot in the head.
To go, or not to go: That is the question.
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous syllabus requirements,
Or to take arms against a sea of devilish temptations
And by submitting end them. To dance: to drink;
No more; and by a drink to say we end
The heart-ache, and the thousand stressful grievances
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To dance, to drink;
To dance: perchance to freedom: aye, there's the rub
For in that dance of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect.
hmmm. oddly, it makes some sense. whoever said literature doesn't apply to real life should be shot in the head.
2003-09-09
Winamp is psychic I swear. Playing on random, it just chooses the most appropriate songs to suit the mood. Its raining now, the gentle calming pitter patter of rain, (not the aggressive cats&dogs type) its gentle rhythm like a lullaby for this sleepy boy. A cigarette would be a lovely conclusion to the day before I drift off to sleep. As I crawl under my thick sheets and bundle up i'll grin contentedly at the days events and expectedly at the day to come. I'd switch the lights off as i bid the world good night.
good night.
good night.
2003-09-08
Television Romances.
Ahhh. Thank god for television romances... Rory and Jess, Joey and Rachel... er... and I'm sure theres more but I don't watch much tv. (Buffy and Spike?). It gives the lonely hearted a changed to live vicariously through those on screen romances.
For those out of it, well, last Sunday, It Happened. The era of Rory and Jess, has reached an end. Sad, I know. Rory!!! You have to be more understanding! Jess! You have to open up more! Sometimes, you just wanna go over and smack the television *piack* right in the forehead! You Doofus Jess! How could you screw it up?! It was RORY! the ULTIMATE GIRL! But then again. I guess he had other things on his mind.
And with regards to Friends, I sooooo hope Joey and Rachel get it on. (those in the know, shut up!) Sighh. And When Harry Met Sally, another show where friends do get it going. awwww. and... and... bah. Now I'm feeling bitter. rrrr.
-abrupt end-
Ahhh. Thank god for television romances... Rory and Jess, Joey and Rachel... er... and I'm sure theres more but I don't watch much tv. (Buffy and Spike?). It gives the lonely hearted a changed to live vicariously through those on screen romances.
For those out of it, well, last Sunday, It Happened. The era of Rory and Jess, has reached an end. Sad, I know. Rory!!! You have to be more understanding! Jess! You have to open up more! Sometimes, you just wanna go over and smack the television *piack* right in the forehead! You Doofus Jess! How could you screw it up?! It was RORY! the ULTIMATE GIRL! But then again. I guess he had other things on his mind.
And with regards to Friends, I sooooo hope Joey and Rachel get it on. (those in the know, shut up!) Sighh. And When Harry Met Sally, another show where friends do get it going. awwww. and... and... bah. Now I'm feeling bitter. rrrr.
-abrupt end-
2003-09-07
Review.
Leon: The Professional.
I shan't bore you with details, so theres more info here if you're interested. In a nutshell, its a story about a professional hitman, Leon (Jean Reno) and how, by forced circumstance, reluctantly takes a girl, Matlida (Natalie Portman) under his care as her family was killed by corrupt DEA (drug enforcement agency) officers. (played to psychotic perfection by Gary Oldman. Directed and written by Luc Besson.
It was spectacular. Thought somewhat disconcerting as a taboo romance develops between the adolescent 12 year old and Leon. In a reversal of roles, it is the young girl that takes the dominant role in the relationship, slowing drawing Leon out of his shell. "You gave me a taste for life, matilda" It was handled quite tastefully and sidesteps grimances from the audience as one can see it was sincere, and hey, who's to stop true love, eh?
On to the ACTION. PHWOAH PHWOAH PHWOAH. John Woo, you can go and suck cock man! Sure it lacks the slick ving-bam-boom of computer CGI, or slick cinematography, which in my opinion, speaks volumes for its content. Jean Reno exudes uber-cool charm in his role, exercising the necessary emotional restraint of a killer while letting glimpses of vulnerbility show through.
*SPOILER AHEAD*
One cannot help but hope that in the end he manages to escape and be with matilda, but such an ending would not lend the film such an impact. Luc Besson plays with the audience, dangling such hopes like the proverbial carrot, making Leon's eventual death all the more tragic.
I could gush on and on, but to know what I mean, you definately have to experience it. Download it off the net, and make sure it ain't the US release. They cut off scenes which develop Leon&matilda's relationship, opting to cut it short for the wham-bam action what americans so love. (Iraq ring a bell, anyone?). Silly fools! your missing out! haha
So do give it a go, its a haunting film that you will not soon forget.
p.s: point of interest- this is natalie portman's first acting role. a very commendable performance.
Leon: The Professional.
I shan't bore you with details, so theres more info here if you're interested. In a nutshell, its a story about a professional hitman, Leon (Jean Reno) and how, by forced circumstance, reluctantly takes a girl, Matlida (Natalie Portman) under his care as her family was killed by corrupt DEA (drug enforcement agency) officers. (played to psychotic perfection by Gary Oldman. Directed and written by Luc Besson.
It was spectacular. Thought somewhat disconcerting as a taboo romance develops between the adolescent 12 year old and Leon. In a reversal of roles, it is the young girl that takes the dominant role in the relationship, slowing drawing Leon out of his shell. "You gave me a taste for life, matilda" It was handled quite tastefully and sidesteps grimances from the audience as one can see it was sincere, and hey, who's to stop true love, eh?
On to the ACTION. PHWOAH PHWOAH PHWOAH. John Woo, you can go and suck cock man! Sure it lacks the slick ving-bam-boom of computer CGI, or slick cinematography, which in my opinion, speaks volumes for its content. Jean Reno exudes uber-cool charm in his role, exercising the necessary emotional restraint of a killer while letting glimpses of vulnerbility show through.
*SPOILER AHEAD*
One cannot help but hope that in the end he manages to escape and be with matilda, but such an ending would not lend the film such an impact. Luc Besson plays with the audience, dangling such hopes like the proverbial carrot, making Leon's eventual death all the more tragic.
I could gush on and on, but to know what I mean, you definately have to experience it. Download it off the net, and make sure it ain't the US release. They cut off scenes which develop Leon&matilda's relationship, opting to cut it short for the wham-bam action what americans so love. (Iraq ring a bell, anyone?). Silly fools! your missing out! haha
So do give it a go, its a haunting film that you will not soon forget.
p.s: point of interest- this is natalie portman's first acting role. a very commendable performance.
There is a phrase. Clubbed to Death. and i think it applies to me now. Which is good anyway since the exams are just aroudn the corner. (speaking of corner, Diffraction is the spreading of light around a corner or object where a shadow is expected to be! HAH!) That aside, the stresses of study has chosen to manifest itself in the form of several mount everest-proportion pimples. aiyoo. my skin used to be sooo good. bah.
You know ah. Sometimes i wonder... what if i was a malaysian? So much easier, every day jus relak one korner. jangan tension brudder! To be so.... devoid of drive or ambition and content with the little rut im in. to think happiness is a ramly burger and spending my days listening to matt rock and lazing around. I can picture my resume: I am very good at to relak one korner boss! jangan tension siaaaa....
ahhhhh.... to be malaysian.
p.s: horn, if you take this as an insult, then yeah. you pretty much got it right. HAH
p.p.s: try this-
1) Go to Google.com; www.google.com
2) Type in (but don’t hit return): "weapons of mass destruction".
3) Hit the "I’m feeling lucky" button, instead of the normal "Google search" button.
4) read what appears to be a normal error message carefully.
the result is hilarious!
-sir singapore vs. mr malaysia!
You know ah. Sometimes i wonder... what if i was a malaysian? So much easier, every day jus relak one korner. jangan tension brudder! To be so.... devoid of drive or ambition and content with the little rut im in. to think happiness is a ramly burger and spending my days listening to matt rock and lazing around. I can picture my resume: I am very good at to relak one korner boss! jangan tension siaaaa....
ahhhhh.... to be malaysian.
p.s: horn, if you take this as an insult, then yeah. you pretty much got it right. HAH
p.p.s: try this-
1) Go to Google.com; www.google.com
2) Type in (but don’t hit return): "weapons of mass destruction".
3) Hit the "I’m feeling lucky" button, instead of the normal "Google search" button.
4) read what appears to be a normal error message carefully.
the result is hilarious!
-sir singapore vs. mr malaysia!
2003-09-06
2003-09-05
For those clueless econonists out there (like me), heres a quick cheat sheet of the worlds economy, using an analogy of 2 cows. hope this helps you gain a better understanding into the inner workings of Economics and how it has Helped The World.
Two cows
TRADITIONAL CAPITALISM
You have two cows.
You sell one and buy a bull.
Your herd multiplies, and the economy grows.
You sell them and retire on the income.
AN AMERICAN CORPORATION
You have two cows.
You sell one, and force the other to produce the milk of four cows.
You are surprised when the cow drops dead.
A FRENCH CORPORATION
You have two cows.
You go on strike because you want three cows.
A JAPANESE CORPORATION
You have two cows.
You redesign them so they are one-tenth the size of an ordinary cow
and produce twenty times the milk.
You then create clever cow cartoon images called 'Cowkimon' and
market them World-Wide.
A GERMAN CORPORATION
You have two cows.
You reengineer them so they live for 100 years, eat once a month,
and milk themselves.
A BRITISH CORPORATION
You have two cows.
Both are mad.
AN ITALIAN CORPORATION
You have two cows, but you don't know where they are.
You break for lunch.
A SWISS CORPORATION
You have 5000 cows, none of which belong to you.
You charge others for storing them.
A CHINESE CORPORATION
You have two cows.
You have 300 people milking them.
You claim full employment and high bovine productivity.
You have the newsman who reported on the numbers arrested.
AN INDIAN CORPORATION
You have two cows.
You worship them.
A MALAYSIAN CORPORATION
You have two cows.
You signed a 40-years contract to supply milk at 0.06 per lit.
Then midway you raised the price to 0.60 or you cut supply.
When the buyer agrees to the new price, you change your mind again
and now wants 1.20.
The buyer decided you can keep the milk and they go look for milk
that comes from recycled cows.
Your two cows retire together with the PM.
A SINGAPOREAN CORPORATION
You have two cows.
One cow-peh and one cow-bu.
Two cows
TRADITIONAL CAPITALISM
You have two cows.
You sell one and buy a bull.
Your herd multiplies, and the economy grows.
You sell them and retire on the income.
AN AMERICAN CORPORATION
You have two cows.
You sell one, and force the other to produce the milk of four cows.
You are surprised when the cow drops dead.
A FRENCH CORPORATION
You have two cows.
You go on strike because you want three cows.
A JAPANESE CORPORATION
You have two cows.
You redesign them so they are one-tenth the size of an ordinary cow
and produce twenty times the milk.
You then create clever cow cartoon images called 'Cowkimon' and
market them World-Wide.
A GERMAN CORPORATION
You have two cows.
You reengineer them so they live for 100 years, eat once a month,
and milk themselves.
A BRITISH CORPORATION
You have two cows.
Both are mad.
AN ITALIAN CORPORATION
You have two cows, but you don't know where they are.
You break for lunch.
A SWISS CORPORATION
You have 5000 cows, none of which belong to you.
You charge others for storing them.
A CHINESE CORPORATION
You have two cows.
You have 300 people milking them.
You claim full employment and high bovine productivity.
You have the newsman who reported on the numbers arrested.
AN INDIAN CORPORATION
You have two cows.
You worship them.
A MALAYSIAN CORPORATION
You have two cows.
You signed a 40-years contract to supply milk at 0.06 per lit.
Then midway you raised the price to 0.60 or you cut supply.
When the buyer agrees to the new price, you change your mind again
and now wants 1.20.
The buyer decided you can keep the milk and they go look for milk
that comes from recycled cows.
Your two cows retire together with the PM.
A SINGAPOREAN CORPORATION
You have two cows.
One cow-peh and one cow-bu.
sex personified baby. ohhhh yeah. dont you just want him to grab you aside and forcefully kiss you? if of course your a girl or gay. (of which im neither) just... theorizing.
sigh. facial hair does volumes for a guy's sex appeal ya know? for one's machismo image. sadly tho, i'm as hairless as a baby's ass. (can anyone say Androgynous?) Shaving for me isn't a necessity, its a luxury. thats how sad it is. sigh. grow little follicles! grow with hearty strength and lustrous sheen! poke forth from the skin and greet the sun! sigh. its heridatary i guess, my dad is also super hairless... he also doesnt shave. He plucks out the occasional stray strand. thats how little hair he has. *groaaannnnn*
mary mary quite contrary
how does your garden grow?
with the sun so hot
theres fields of pot
though i must be careful
that i dont get caught
mary mary quite contrary
how does your garden grow?
Its really quite sad
how it rained so bad
now theres nothing left to see
hmm. i think i'll go take a pee
(seriously, im going to pee now.)
how does your garden grow?
with the sun so hot
theres fields of pot
though i must be careful
that i dont get caught
mary mary quite contrary
how does your garden grow?
Its really quite sad
how it rained so bad
now theres nothing left to see
hmm. i think i'll go take a pee
(seriously, im going to pee now.)
2003-09-04
question: why is everyone under the impression that i take drugs? I know im pale and have sunken eyes and the oh-so-to-die-for look of a druggie, but to set the record straight, i have not taken drugs! do i smoke? yes. do i drink? yes. drugs? nah uh. Im not saying i'll never, but i haven't! so if you want pot, cocaine, ecstacy, sorry i'm not your man. Only reason why i can get it for you is not cuz i take drugs, but i know of friends who do, and its them you should be looking at with wary eyes, not meee! If morality were a colour, i would be grey, tending toward black i guess. But get it right. I have not taken drugs.
thank you. Drugs are not cool. (but they sound hell fun dont they? heh) This message was brought to you by the Anti-drug Association of Singapore.
thank you. Drugs are not cool. (but they sound hell fun dont they? heh) This message was brought to you by the Anti-drug Association of Singapore.
Let me tell you of my interesting discovery today- My duvet has time travel properties! Are your jaws agape in disbelief? Well don't dismiss this as the rantings of a crazed delusioned boy yet...
This morning... was the first time in a long time I had to wake up early for school in a lonnnnggg time.
(Wait. Some background info: my room has no clock, so my handphone is my clock/alarm. Usually, my alarm is set for 6a.m. )
...and back to the story. For some odd reason, I awoke at 5.58 today. Now let me tell you, this is the worst time to wake up, because you dont want to wake up yet- you still have 2 mins of sleep! yet, knowing you only have 2 mins to go back to sleep before your going to be harassed by a loud clanging kinda puts a damper on what would otherwise be a heavenly activity.
But nonetheless, I thought, ahh fukit! So I pulled the duvet covers over my head and squeezed my eyes shut, reluctantly waiting for the alarm. and wait... and wait i did. But there was no ring! After a period of time had passed... i slowly peeked out from under the covers and checked my phone... and it read 5.12 a.m! HOI! excellent!
But wait! It doesn't just end there! When it read 5.45 again, I again tried my luck... alas, time did not go backwards, but it did slow to a crawwwwlllll... haha. So I was more than well rested and ready for todays papers. grin.
Also, for GP today, I wrote 6 sides! Ok some might scoff at this but for me this is... whoah!! stop the presses. I usually clock in at an average of 3, at maxxxx with big big big font, 4 sides. So I have no way of explaining todays anomality. Just keeping my fingers crossed that its a good sign. Furthermore, suddenly xin had a friend selling a BOX of cigs at quiteee a cheap price. phwoah. Something about today man, but its jus a series of happy coincidences. wheee! :)
-glad-wrapped!
This morning... was the first time in a long time I had to wake up early for school in a lonnnnggg time.
(Wait. Some background info: my room has no clock, so my handphone is my clock/alarm. Usually, my alarm is set for 6a.m. )
...and back to the story. For some odd reason, I awoke at 5.58 today. Now let me tell you, this is the worst time to wake up, because you dont want to wake up yet- you still have 2 mins of sleep! yet, knowing you only have 2 mins to go back to sleep before your going to be harassed by a loud clanging kinda puts a damper on what would otherwise be a heavenly activity.
But nonetheless, I thought, ahh fukit! So I pulled the duvet covers over my head and squeezed my eyes shut, reluctantly waiting for the alarm. and wait... and wait i did. But there was no ring! After a period of time had passed... i slowly peeked out from under the covers and checked my phone... and it read 5.12 a.m! HOI! excellent!
But wait! It doesn't just end there! When it read 5.45 again, I again tried my luck... alas, time did not go backwards, but it did slow to a crawwwwlllll... haha. So I was more than well rested and ready for todays papers. grin.
Also, for GP today, I wrote 6 sides! Ok some might scoff at this but for me this is... whoah!! stop the presses. I usually clock in at an average of 3, at maxxxx with big big big font, 4 sides. So I have no way of explaining todays anomality. Just keeping my fingers crossed that its a good sign. Furthermore, suddenly xin had a friend selling a BOX of cigs at quiteee a cheap price. phwoah. Something about today man, but its jus a series of happy coincidences. wheee! :)
-glad-wrapped!
2003-09-03
Just ate Sushi buffet. ugh. to borrow a phrase from eddy, I'm so damn bloody full if i see another piece of sushi i'll bloody shit out of my mouth!
Also, started playing this MMPOG, Kings of Chaos! Come! Join me in the quest for power!
Also, started playing this MMPOG, Kings of Chaos! Come! Join me in the quest for power!
2003-09-02
YES! finally persuaded bruce to let me link him! Seastreet. Do give him a visit, an awfully awfully good read, though I maintain my stand that his language is a bit superfluous* at times, but nonetheless, his writings have this timeless quality to it, yet is still reminiscent of old and with a vision of the future.... I can't find a word that'd encompass it.
ah. Sapient*.
Now go... go forth and be enlightened!
*dictionary.com :)
p.s: You'll notice we have the same layout and all. It's totally coincidental. See what I mean? Cut from the same fabric of existence, the two of us...
-homobro
ah. Sapient*.
Now go... go forth and be enlightened!
*dictionary.com :)
p.s: You'll notice we have the same layout and all. It's totally coincidental. See what I mean? Cut from the same fabric of existence, the two of us...
-homobro
Physics prac went reasonably well today, but this isn't what this post is about.
What this post is about, is about my 3 silly classmates. Jacelyn. Yoon and Xin. (er. I guess I'm one too but no I shan't be delving into that). So prior to our practical, we were required to wait in the hall for about an hour. Here's what went down-
-While shooting each other with stapler bullets, Yoon unwittingly stapled her finger. And she didn't realise it till moments later. The look on her face was hilarious! Like a half-cry, half-laughing whimper. heh.
-Jacelyn has cats at home. So she was grooming one of the cats, and saw what she thought to be a tick. Oh she picked and picked at it, trying valiantly to remove it from the her poor cat. Turned out it was one of the cat's nipple. Hmm. Jace... is that how you treat your bf too? tsk tsk.
-Xin is in major denial. She doesn't wanna admit it, but chong is seeing someone behind her back! I'm certain of it! haha.
Yoon and I also had an arguement today. She asserted it was 'speak Shakespeare Day', while I stubbornly just wanted to talk like a pirate-
Yoon: how doth the practical go?
Lenn: ARrr!!! ArrRRr!!!! Me buxom beauty*!! Ye'll walk the plank you scurvy dog!! Where be my grog?! make haste lass!!
Yoon: Thou'st is an idiotst! And nuts grow on trees!!
*the term 'buxom', when used in the context of yoon, is called 'severe irony'
ah. a day in the life of school-boy lennard. heh
--
Random thought- So mars is the closest to Earth in 60 000 years. Not that I give a flying fuck though it just looks like a little red dot on the skyscape, not unlike Singapore on the map. But there seems to be alot of hoop-la about this, lotsa people stay out at night specifically to catch a glimpse of Mars and get let down.
Now, how about the looking glass? heh I'm sure if there are martians on mars, they're all cuddling and cozying up looking at us in the sky. haha. Which is why I propose we all join hands and form a GIANNTTT word or something stretching across like several continents so they can read our intergalactic message.
Imagine it- "FUK U" (one must be economical...)
-blackbeard
What this post is about, is about my 3 silly classmates. Jacelyn. Yoon and Xin. (er. I guess I'm one too but no I shan't be delving into that). So prior to our practical, we were required to wait in the hall for about an hour. Here's what went down-
-While shooting each other with stapler bullets, Yoon unwittingly stapled her finger. And she didn't realise it till moments later. The look on her face was hilarious! Like a half-cry, half-laughing whimper. heh.
-Jacelyn has cats at home. So she was grooming one of the cats, and saw what she thought to be a tick. Oh she picked and picked at it, trying valiantly to remove it from the her poor cat. Turned out it was one of the cat's nipple. Hmm. Jace... is that how you treat your bf too? tsk tsk.
-Xin is in major denial. She doesn't wanna admit it, but chong is seeing someone behind her back! I'm certain of it! haha.
Yoon and I also had an arguement today. She asserted it was 'speak Shakespeare Day', while I stubbornly just wanted to talk like a pirate-
Yoon: how doth the practical go?
Lenn: ARrr!!! ArrRRr!!!! Me buxom beauty*!! Ye'll walk the plank you scurvy dog!! Where be my grog?! make haste lass!!
Yoon: Thou'st is an idiotst! And nuts grow on trees!!
*the term 'buxom', when used in the context of yoon, is called 'severe irony'
ah. a day in the life of school-boy lennard. heh
--
Random thought- So mars is the closest to Earth in 60 000 years. Not that I give a flying fuck though it just looks like a little red dot on the skyscape, not unlike Singapore on the map. But there seems to be alot of hoop-la about this, lotsa people stay out at night specifically to catch a glimpse of Mars and get let down.
Now, how about the looking glass? heh I'm sure if there are martians on mars, they're all cuddling and cozying up looking at us in the sky. haha. Which is why I propose we all join hands and form a GIANNTTT word or something stretching across like several continents so they can read our intergalactic message.
Imagine it- "FUK U" (one must be economical...)
-blackbeard
If this were j.lums blog... this is how i think it'd sound like:
Fuck RJ! today was fucked up as usual. Got called in for long hair, and the fuck face VP say i dyed my hair again. I WHERE GOT DYE? ITS NOT MY FAULT ITS ORANGE RITE?! cheeeeebaiii. and my CT just keeps giving me white slips! its not fair! wa lao. the world hates me la.
At least allay still loves me. I love you too. I don't know what i would do without you. come and kiss me girl. after this, we'll run away and get married and have children and we can leave all these fuckers to rot in satans anus.
haha. lummmy!!!! :) hope you and tzi hold up in sch witout us ok! dont worry i'll still come visit once in a while... tho the school does have an adverse effect on me. i'll still brave it to see you two! haha. i feel like conan the barbarian. aiyo. i make it sound like its the end, when our frenship is jus beginning. (haha... since kindergarden... lum... you bigg bigg bully). Hell, maybe i'll get retained and we'll have have a Emmanual re-union. grin
-cry baby
Fuck RJ! today was fucked up as usual. Got called in for long hair, and the fuck face VP say i dyed my hair again. I WHERE GOT DYE? ITS NOT MY FAULT ITS ORANGE RITE?! cheeeeebaiii. and my CT just keeps giving me white slips! its not fair! wa lao. the world hates me la.
At least allay still loves me. I love you too. I don't know what i would do without you. come and kiss me girl. after this, we'll run away and get married and have children and we can leave all these fuckers to rot in satans anus.
haha. lummmy!!!! :) hope you and tzi hold up in sch witout us ok! dont worry i'll still come visit once in a while... tho the school does have an adverse effect on me. i'll still brave it to see you two! haha. i feel like conan the barbarian. aiyo. i make it sound like its the end, when our frenship is jus beginning. (haha... since kindergarden... lum... you bigg bigg bully). Hell, maybe i'll get retained and we'll have have a Emmanual re-union. grin
-cry baby
2003-09-01
Hoi! Wassap brudders! waaaaaa cheeeeeebai. A levels soon can! then after that we army liaos. nabeh! confirm kena fragged there loh... hope dont kena gay gay. *aiyooo* terok sialll!!!!!
Anyway for the aspiriing hero-to-be in all of us, check out this- Campus Capers. Haha written by some AC guy now in army. Damnedddd funnny all the silly exploits and hijinks that goes on in the army. Kinda makes one a bit iffy on the actual effectiveness of it man.
heres an excerpt-
So that was Exercise Nutcracker... making holes in the earth and then filling it up again. Anyway I got to dig the trench with Abu, also Known as the King of Idle and the patron Saint of Laziness. While on the first day, I had to commend him on his hard work in helping to dig our fire trench, on the night we occupied it, he became so bloody lazy he just stayed in the trench and slept.
haha.
Anyway physics prac tomo. wthhh. *crosses fingers* may my results be accurate, my table neat, and my graph clean. In the name of jeebus i pray, amen.
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TO ALL ex-ACS(i) BOIS- CLICK HERE!!!!
haha. shit i forgot his name man. and what did he use to say ah?
-lennardd
Anyway for the aspiriing hero-to-be in all of us, check out this- Campus Capers. Haha written by some AC guy now in army. Damnedddd funnny all the silly exploits and hijinks that goes on in the army. Kinda makes one a bit iffy on the actual effectiveness of it man.
heres an excerpt-
So that was Exercise Nutcracker... making holes in the earth and then filling it up again. Anyway I got to dig the trench with Abu, also Known as the King of Idle and the patron Saint of Laziness. While on the first day, I had to commend him on his hard work in helping to dig our fire trench, on the night we occupied it, he became so bloody lazy he just stayed in the trench and slept.
haha.
Anyway physics prac tomo. wthhh. *crosses fingers* may my results be accurate, my table neat, and my graph clean. In the name of jeebus i pray, amen.
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TO ALL ex-ACS(i) BOIS- CLICK HERE!!!!
haha. shit i forgot his name man. and what did he use to say ah?
-lennardd
haha so i was debating with sanjeev the merits of football, my arguement being that its stupid, his that it rocks. We're at a stand still right now, but while surfing around... i came across this-
TOP 10 REASONS WHY FOOTBALL IS BETTER THAN SEX
10. You get 45 minutes each way, and, if you're lucky, a band at half time.
9. There's a panel of experts back in the studio analysing tactics - and pointing out where it's all going wrong.
8. You can bring on a sub.
7. You can play with your balls infront of your mother.
6. Thousands cheering you on, and millions watching at home.
5. Should you stretch a muscle, someone will rush on and give you a rub down.
4. There are no periods.
3. Protective Equipment is reusable.
2. You get to switch ends halfway through.
And the no. 1 reason why football is better than sex...
1. Instant Replay
haha. Sanjeev, you win. oh and as coincidence would have it, we both support arsenal, but I only side with it only cause its name has the word 'arse' in it. haha. arse arse arse. how endearing.
-jack-arse
TOP 10 REASONS WHY FOOTBALL IS BETTER THAN SEX
10. You get 45 minutes each way, and, if you're lucky, a band at half time.
9. There's a panel of experts back in the studio analysing tactics - and pointing out where it's all going wrong.
8. You can bring on a sub.
7. You can play with your balls infront of your mother.
6. Thousands cheering you on, and millions watching at home.
5. Should you stretch a muscle, someone will rush on and give you a rub down.
4. There are no periods.
3. Protective Equipment is reusable.
2. You get to switch ends halfway through.
And the no. 1 reason why football is better than sex...
1. Instant Replay
haha. Sanjeev, you win. oh and as coincidence would have it, we both support arsenal, but I only side with it only cause its name has the word 'arse' in it. haha. arse arse arse. how endearing.
-jack-arse
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