wah i hate Man U. and i love my new job. part time only.

always so lucky. always score last minute. luck luck luck. fish them man.

Soon, my new work place.
i have to pass a 2 week course first though.
WAH! looks grand hor! looks like a lot of work to do
but then looks like only.
haha



MY NEW TOY! I GET TO DRIVE THIS! HOW FIERCE MAN!
king of the road.
wah i wish i really could drive this beauty loh. Prime movers in singapore
are super dull looking... :(
look below.


this is something close to what i will be driving. parking this thing is hell man.
sometimes the tail will go left when you reverse right...
really need skill...which i have, needless to say.



Something i took in bangkok. good to see, even better to heed.

....can't sleep. dont know why. just not sleepy. dreaming of joanne peh. its a good dream. but why must she always act in shows which make her as a shady character. she's so pretty, so classy, so elegant, so infinitely BEAUTIFUL! best dream i ever had. wish i was taller then i would look manly beside her. eh? i am manly, just that i have not reached the full potential of manliness yet. that's why she chose *** **** hui. he's taller than me only what. maybe its just puppy love. she'll be through with him in no time. and then she will realize what she's been missing.

Blackburn 1-1 Man Utd

i hate this scoreline. lucky fishers!

That's why i cant sleep. so i try to think of happy thoughts like joanne.


ok, its time for Mythbusters. you should watch this. its entertaining.

this week, it's Supersized Myths.

fuel for thought

As a nation, we suck big time. And the worst part? Very few of us actually recognize it, since us Singaporeans prefer sticking our noses and other unmentionable bits into other people's business rather than taking a deep breath and stepping back to reflect on our own.

Monkey see monkey do may be the cause. babies, young children, i guess, are not likely to know what good is and what the opposite is. As long as the people around them carry on with their daily lives, their offspring will follow suit. It is not hard to spot bad mannered people around. The person writing this entry as of 1947hrs on the 14th of April 2008 is one prime example. Now i am not saying that my parents and ancestors are at fault for my current mannerisms. there are just too many people and if i don't follow them, maybe i was led to follow somebody else.

The fact that we have the right of way does not equate to the right of way. Sometimes, it makes more sense to give way, but our pig headed society always gets in the way of common sense. Is it the ego thingy again? Could be. For some reason, giving way in this country means losing face, throwing our pride down the drain, let alone swallowing it. Somebody who indicates an intention to do something before us has as much chance of surviving as a full cream chocolate bar at a fat camp. HAHA!

Wow. in the space of 2 weeks i have been to 2 countries. In a long time too. It feels so good to look down from the skies. People from other counties are super gracious. Crowded shopping malls? Tight back alleys? Everywhere i walked most of the people gave way to me. Even when i bumped into them, they turned round and - no ugly angry face! Hong Kong and Thailand. Thailand was the better of the 2. Maybe because i went with friends instead of my parents and got much more freedom. Yah it was hot and sweat flowed freely but who cares! The experience was a blast, the local people there were always smiling and the girls there super pretty and naturally and radiantly tan.

Everywhere we went, pretty girls just seemed to pop up from somewhere. Even without makeup, they were beautiful to look at. The cashier at a random 7-11 was the best. Even the toilet cleaners were pretty! None of that slutty cheap Ah Lians that we here have an abundance of. Sad to say.

Sounds good? Inside was like shit man.

We were conned! The performers were all old and overweight da bombs! they had all sorts of shows. Ping Pong show, fucking show, banana show.... it would be exciting if the performers were young and sexy. Alas, it was not to be. The ladyboys there were even better looking than the women! If this world were free of diseases, i swear i would climb into bed with one.

My so called friends planned a something for me. Till now, where's my ah qua?

anyway, ladyboys, bad manners and lava lamps aside, work's going to start soon. really miss school. really miss looking at pretty and beautiful thai girls. really miss not having my ladyboy present.

Fiercest?

F.I.E.R.C.E?

too fierce for words. fiercer than bruce lee. pictures speak more than words. i cannot help showing off my fierce-ness.

like i said, fierce-ness depends on a person. how he portrays this is hard to type out in words. for me, i choose to portray this by taking pictures of fierce shoes and posting them to show the whole world i mean business. i'm fierce. bruce is here. close the doors, lift that toilet seat up and take the crabs out of the steamer. i'm here to show the world that there is not only bruce lee who is fierce; hamster is here. and fierce he is.

I have something to say - Boredom comes full circle.

1. All violent criminals are the scum of the earth.

2. Deep down, we're all conservatives.

3. Think you’re pure? Hell no, we’re all hypocrites.

3. Charles Bronson is the man!

Disclaimer: This is not sarcasm. It's just the way things are. Read on. It’s the holidays. I got a lot of time sitting around and thinking. And watching movies. Watch Death Wish (1974). You'll know what i mean.

Once again it's the celebration of the Death and Resurrection of Jesus Christ. Yes, it’s Jesus I’m talking about, the actual longhaired hippie dude from 2000 years ago. For you, He was probably a beacon of light, a symbol of hope and goodness or maybe an icon for the only way to live your life. For me, I’m just writing what I feel. No offence to Him up there.

When I think back, I remember the guy as the one that scared the shit out of me at my Granduncle’s house when I was a kid because there were pictures and carvings of the guy in his room. No joke, no bullshit. I had a small heart back then. It’s growing bigger now though. What's worse, in every picture he was shown either walking through the streets, bleeding to death or dragging a super huge cross on his shoulder while people flayed the skin off his bones. He was nailed to that chunk of wood with some guy jabbing a spear into his guts too. And if it wasn't the pictures on the wall that had me cowering up my own asshole wanting to go home, it was when I had to go into his room to use the toilet. Cos it was cleaner than the one in the kitchen at that time.

Now, I don't really have much of a beef against any of His true blue believers. It’s just unfair sometimes, when the people who sin get away unpunished.

But I do have a beef with the naming convention used for this holiday.

The Friday before Easter is the celebration of the crucifixion of Jesus Christ by the Jews, which I think is common knowledge that is blindly accepted by anyone in the Christian world simply because most people don't actually practice their religion and it means a free day off work. Not many people really sit down and think about the history behind the day, and if they did, I am sure it would raise a few eyebrows. Oh so true. So true, you hypocrites out there.

What is Good Friday?

I remember asking one random friend, who was a ‘Christian’, who replied, "Good Friday is a Christian holiday!"
Another line I heard from, this applies to us all, was quoted as saying, "Good Friday has nothing to do with the Church, and it is simply a day off for families to get ready for the Christian celebration of Easter."

Damn sure you were right, friends! It’s time to visit church and feast on the muffs and pies of the nubile virgins. Yah, we all know that church is a breeding ground for potential serial rapists and sadists. So many mass cult killings in the past too, all these related to religion. I suppose some people really DO believe, but times change. Hormones change and guess what? People change.

So much for getting any information from the ‘church goers’.

Of course, there's always the Internet, books and I always have my personal opinion. Crucifixion is simply defined as "An extremely difficult, painful trial; torturous suffering" by some site I found on the Internet. Now, I don't know about you, but the description of this practice sends more than a few shivers down my spine, into each leg and eventually buzzes around in my toes for a few minutes before dissipating into pleasant little sparks that exit from beneath my toenails. How the Hell could they even call it a celebration, for that matter?! Good means happy, and does anyone honestly think that He was saying things like the words I wrote below before getting crucified...

"WOOHOO! This is great, I'm going to be beaten with metal floggers until my flesh is peeling off my bones, then be forced to drag a half-tonne cross through the boiling hot streets. After that, when I am too exhausted to even talk, I'll experience the joy of having big metal spikes driven through my hands and feet, pinning me to this cross I've been dragging.

FUCKING COOL! Finally I'll be raised up and exhibited – my manhood covered by a thin piece of loincloth and have a spear driven into my side. WOOHOO… this is SWEET! Give me some more!"

I doubt it, unless He was into some kinky, sadist fetishes. So why do we celebrate his suffering? Why do we call it 'Good' Friday? Of course, the church doctrines on this give us all sorts of backwards answers, double-talk and excuses such as it stemming from the moniker "God's Friday". I don’t know. Some of what I have written is untrue and part of my exaggeration, but come on, you get the point.

Why do those people go to church so dutifully every Sunday and once they come out, its like unleashing a serial rapist/child molester/pedophile into the classrooms of kindergarten kids and then locking the doors.

No matter what sort of philosophical talk you give it, Good Friday is still about a guy being beaten to an inch of his life, forced to drag the instrument of his death through the streets in humiliation while being beaten up some more and then savagely nailed to the cross through His arms and feet until He is unconscious, then stabbed in the side to be finished off. If you watched The Passion of the Christ, you'd know what I'm talking about. You can coat it with all the honey and milk chocolate you want, it's still a shitty way to go.

I think Good Friday needs to have an overhaul.

I am sick and tired of shit in this society being sugar coated and written in code so it covers the horrible truths underneath. I think cigarettes should be named after the diseases they cause, I think airlines should be forced to show all the hidden service and extra fees and have them included in the advertised ticket prices and I think women with fake tits should be forced to wear readable labels on their shirts that say '90% silicon, 10% real tissue'. And I think Good Friday should be renamed something more appropriate to portray its historical meaning.

Something like, "What a fucking horrible and painful way to die" Day.

Of course, these are not final decisions and I would invite anyone to chair a meeting and run through a few other ideas, but it's a start. The point is, Christianity has always covered up the truth with cutesy names, elaborate ceremonies and catchy advertisments to keep the seats filled and the donations rolling in and it's time to stop shrouding the truth and embrace the horrible shit that their faith is built upon. Describe in vivid details the murder of all the first-born sons and describe how God is a vengeful bastard when it comes to fucking with his divine plan. KILL THE FUCKING JAYWALKERS WHO INTENTIONALLY STEP IN FRONT OF A CAR WHEN IT’S ABOUT TO MOVE OFF, YOUNG OR OLD, FUCKING KILL THEM!

Stop covering up all the tragedies and criminal acts in the Bible with confusing linguistics and broken speech. If you're going to revise the stories, do it properly and put it into true and honest speech so that everyone can understand just how "good" Good Friday is and just how "good" the Good Book is. Yah I know there are standards of English to be maintained, but come on, isn’t religion supposed to be understood by everyone, even a commoner like me? What if I can’t read? Then how am I supposed to help these ‘pure people’ spread the good faith? Am I fucked for being unable to read and understand?

If you are anything like I am, and on a less violent, abrasive and outspoken level you probably are, you more than likely get fed up with the constant barrage of useless rants by me. But the truth is, there are hypocrites and sinners out there waiting to die. These shit stains are smeared in our faces everywhere we look, like shit forced into a dog’s face by its owner when it drops a load on that wonderful floor that you’ve just mopped clean, but we say and do nothing because we simply can’t. There are laws. We can’t bend laws, can we? We just have to sit and wait for those pig fuckers to go home and rape their own mothers. These people have caused more than a simple gag reflex in us, a full on projectile vomit fest that took weeks to mop up. You may agree with what I write and you may not, but remember this always - If you do not agree with the views expressed by me on this site, let me remind you that you can simply ‘Fuck Off’.

Happy GOOD FRIDAY in advance to everyone, and I hope you had a wonderful "Holy living mother of God this is a really shitty way to die" Day.

all because of DA BOMB

Your power of faith can help you to achieve what you want in life.The purpose of life is to help you build character and wisdom through experience. There will always be adversity to overcome, obstacles to clear and problems to solve. A person's success depends greatly on his/her faith. If you think you can succeed, yes you can, if you think you cannot succeed, yes you CAN'T.
That's how powerful your faith will work for you. The extent of an achievement that a person can bring to his/her life is the measure of the faith within that person. When there is no faith, then the person life will be feeble and lacking in achievement. When there is faith, then great achievement will follow that person.
The power of faith is illimitable and inexhaustible. All that is required is an unquenchable belief and trust in it. The weakest and most timid person can make use of this power. There is the same power in the timid and weak as in the brave and strong. The weakness of the former is due to a lack of faith and belief in the infinite power within them.

Our happiness and true success depend upon how the troubles and difficulties of life are met. Adversity comes to all, but if it is met in the right manner, even failure can be made the stepping stone to success. Trouble comes to all but while it makes some people stronger and better in every way, it can submerges others so that they never rise again.

So how come my dad did not tio the 10million toto jackpot when he has been such a loyal supporter of toto with infinite amounts of faith in it? i also have faith in him that he will tio, but why it never happen huh? sadness man. pure, utter, super undeniable sadness. maybe its retribution for saying DA BOMB....she still is what. last night even more super DA FUCK'IN BOMBS!

no more GT-R. no more king of the road :(

no more Swift Sport to cheong with :(

DA BOMB

IT'S DA FREAK'IN BOMB?
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Her head was beginning to spin. The small dark, fine printed words on the thin pale page belonging to the thick maroon book of How to be DA BOMB were starting to blur, clustering into a jumbled group of unreadable letters. She sighed, rubbing her throbbing temples before flipping to another page. Outside, the sun struck post noon, its bright light seeping through the half-open window blinds, illuminating the scarlet wooden dressers, bookshelves, and her striped emerald bed in the tidy white room. Allegedly it was supposed to be one of the hottest days of the year, however, she couldn’t tell; the air conditioner was running. Turning to the window, she lifted the window blinds, pressing her face to the surprisingly warm flexible glass. She frowned, disgruntled.
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then, Da Bomb went back to sleep. Jump to the next paragraph. i'm sick of writing intros, now lets get into the fat of the story.

fat jokes aside now. just saw a movie, a really good movie with no fat people in it. no da bombs. i like the story and the way it was shot. the longer it went on, the more i felt something towards it. maybe because there were no da bombs in it or maybe the girl resembled another girl in my class, i just cant put a finger on it. i really got into the story. cos it resembled an earlier part of my life. i was thinking in my head if this were me, i'd be over the moon if my fate ever ended up like the one in the movie.
then i thought. is this person really worth my effort? not talking about helping da bomb lose some kilos or what,

FAT JOKES ASIDE PLEASE! CONCENTRATE ON WRITING THIS PASSAGE!

okok, really at the end, i came to a conclusion that this whole time i spent waiting was worth nothing. take skimpy photos of yourself more and whore yourself out to overweight da bombs everywhere. take your face and mop the floor up with it. brrrr....the world is getting colder. i feel cold. the fat jokes in my head are beginning to freeze and fall off. humans are weak. bruce is tough. da bomb is the ultimate hottest sensation in school. and the bear in my car is stupid. i dont like these moments, but if you ever come across this and see what i have written and you say abnormal things that drunk women would say, then i still wont feel a thing.

cue emo music. let me go sit in a corner. dim the lights. the river of tears flow freely from my heart and out from my eyes. i lay in a fetal position. the world outside is cold and cruel. emo moment over. the sun rises and the birds chirp freely. it's a bright new day.

i also wish my good friend, my fair friend, my pretty friend, my hot friend, my fat friend ty happy birthday.

Most Stupid

A single word or tone or facial expression can send a man into a hole so deep you’d have better luck finding leopards in leotards. A man’s ego is vulnerable, especially (but not exclusively) to a woman he finds value in, such that he could be crushed, even by accident. Crushed meaning he gets into a rut wherein he never accesses his emotions.

The very same ego that could be crushed by the tone of a woman’s voice, can also drive the man perform some of the most heroic, selfless, and bordering on miraculous acts ever imagined. It is this same ego that when faced with peril, impossibility, or certain doom, says, “WHAT THE FISH…” and runs into the water, braving the man eating fishes that lurk there.

The complexity comes when trying to understand how to deal with this incredibly powerful and sensitive force called the male ego. This has mystified women for centuries, and I suggest will continue to for centuries to come. i'm still confused myself. It’s not as mystifying to the men themselves. It’s not that they have themselves figured out, but it is harder to know that there is mystery when you are the mystery.

Like today. i forgot something so basic like filming the colour charts before going for the actual take. It felt very stupid, knowing that this IS the foundation for every take... I felt stupid. So stupid that i took my anger out on some woman driver who wanted to cut into my lane. The strange thing is, i was feeling down and dumb at first...then when the woman flashed her headlights at me, i experienced a roid raging moment. i don't know how or why, it just happened. next thing i knew, i felt like a hero, riding on a wave of swear words not even known by the people who publish the Oxford Dictionary every year.

exactly what i was saying above....the male ego is a strange mystery. i'm always telling myself to grow up and all. seems that all i do now is roid rage whenever i'm alone in the car. males are stupid childish assholes, always thinking of winning.

For the others out there, I wish I could give you the key to the male ego. I can’t. But here are some guidelines.

1. Your efforts to control it or manipulate it depends on yourself. Be rash and you will fail. one day i will piss someone off and i will get hacked or beaten or roid raged to death by some random roider.

2. Affirmimg without partonizing is a tightrope act that is worth the effort to perfect. The male ego is fuled on affirmation. However, it must the right kind of affirmation. wah, so deep. i amaze myself sometimes....come on, i DO have my moments :)
See? male ego talking again. i never learn, do i?

3. If you think the male ego is all about sex, you’re wrong. Sometimes sex is all a man has to fall back on because he has no other outlet for his expression of power - besides anger. When you find a man finding meaning in his work, a passion for his art, a vision for his children, or something that engages his ability to matter, then is he going to want to have lots of sex? Of course he will still want that. However, since he has many outlets, there is a different meaning to the desire. He does not have to rely upon sex and sex alone for satisfaction in his life. Sex then can carry a healthy level of life satisfaction and love expression. if there's no sex, just turn on the computer and surf the net for porn. simple. fast. effective. safe. happy time.

Well, that’s enough for today. Tomorrow we’re going to talk about sexy women. Seriously.
wait. i already mentioned the allure of the fair woman.
let's talk about the allure of the chubby Ah Pui.