OK, I have decided not to put up with this anymore. What's wrong with you people!? What's with all the "CHina-man, Cheena-man" name-calling??? In what position are you to be making such a fuss about other people???
firstly, I do sort of understand how the locals feel towards them, or us, seeing us as people who invade your country, take away your jobs, pollute your country, whatever! and if you people cant see the reason behind all these, I suggest you go through primary school again. For one, we never did invade your country. Your government "invited" us over, and for what reason?? It's you people who are selfish and reproductively challenged, so much that ur government worry that there won't be any people to run the country in another 50 years, when all ye old buggers die out. Plus, foreign workers are not only from China, I see eurasians, americans, brits...whatever, and how come I don't hear any names for them??? how do you know that those blond hair and green eyes don't pollute your country, don't take away ye jobs, they bloody once invaded your country!! and I guess that part of ye memory is buried under all the dirty money ye earning from them.
then again, i find it disgusting when the local chinese TAKE PRIDE in the fact that they can't speak chinese, know nuts about their history and heritage. And I tink I dunnid to remind you that your ancestors came from mainland China. So what if that was history, now ye are all Singaporeans, ye are no longer Chinese. Are ye gonna rewrite history like the Koreans and say something like Confucius was from Singapore originally.
OK, to be fair, I do see the fact that sometimes what we do, how we act can be disturbing, different. This has to do with the demography whatever in my country. 13 billion people, and more than half do not get proper education beyond high school. Being under-educated is not their fault, because its way too big a population for the central gvt to cater to all. Singapore is one of the cleanest, safest country, one critical reason is that it is SMALL. of course easier to cope and spread the resources wad.
uurghsh....
hopefully i live to see the day when I never again see the condescending look in people's eyes when they talk about us. China is a strong and magnanimous nation, and us Chinese will infiltrate every corner of the world, and till that day, ye all just have to swallow that fact that calling us names is just another childish habit ye didn't leave it where ye should have left it
Friday, April 03, 2009
Thursday, April 02, 2009
i was bored at work
and i googled "bored at work" and i found this http://www.ubersite.com/m/85129
my god, go read if ya bored at work too.
i swear ima nvr eat a nugget agn. this bugger is crazy, lols, blooody good entertainment dude
my god, go read if ya bored at work too.
i swear ima nvr eat a nugget agn. this bugger is crazy, lols, blooody good entertainment dude
ONce again: I LOVE ADAM LAMBERT!!!!
This is no secret actually, I'm horrible slacker at work, muahahah. I just watched American Idol: Micheal Jackson Ep, And I was BLOWN AWAY!!!! really, i crashed two walls and found myself in the office next door. HOlY, Ima listen to Michael Jackson all day long and dance to myself, or wriggle in the chair actually, and enjoy spasms of joy travel through ma body. HOly, and Adam Lambert is just captivating!!! wooot!! I wooted softly in the office and couldn't stop bobbing and mini-waving my arms around infront of the computer screen. Yay, love internet TV, best thing ever!
Side story: last night, I dreamt that I was balding. seriously horrifying! the dream was sooo real, I saw myself touch my hair and just one huge waft of hair came tumbling down!!!! my god, im sure i screamed in my sleep. Best thing was my secondary school crush was professing his love for me, but the whole time i was trying to cover up the hideous hole on my head! so when i woke up, first thing i did was not open my eyes, I reached up to feel my hair. God, was I ever glad to find hair on my head. Heavenly. and the whole time I was getting dressed for work, I was dancing to Ayumi's songs blasting it at top volume and not giving a heck whether I wake the baby next door. another thing i realised, my dancing is HORRIBLICIOUSITY!!!! MY GOD, if anyone saw me dancing, they'd laugh so hard they fly all the way to Laughland. Soooo, when i get my meagre pay come the 7th, Ima seriously gonna enrol in a dance class. Bite me.
PS LOVE ADAM LAMBERT!! AND I DUN CARE HE'S GAY!!!
Monday, March 30, 2009
one news turned my day into sunshine ^^
wow! my supervisor is pregnant!!!! such great news!!! ima gonna buy all sorts of prunes or plums to the office hahahaha. OmG, it really brighten up my day totally! woot! to think i was grumpy just a moment ago. seriously, this sort of news have a mystical power to excite people. well maybe the thought that a new life is in the making is plainly exhilarating in its own sense. wow, and now i am motivated to work harder, haha, no link, but ya, lemme fingers fly over the keyboard and key in the data in mega-input speed, all for the sake of a new life emerging! happiness for the world!!!!
Friday, March 27, 2009
shit i hate sitting next to the bloody printer
i am grumpy the dwarf! because i am DAM grumpy and dam SHORT! (those ppl shorter than me are PRIMAL DWARVES! be contented la, at least you are not grumpy like me.)
anw, i want to repeat! I hate sitting next to the printer! because when people head to the printer, they pass by my desk. And I have never hated KAYPO-ism as much as until now! wtf, I am not some exotic animal that u've nv seen before, stare at me like i have a MOLE on my TEETH! and then just keep beo-ing my com screen, wtf wtf wtf!!! nxt time, im gonna invent this anti-beoing mechanism that shoots hot sauce laser into ur eyeballs man, beo some more la, i will make ornaments out of ur eyeballs! stupid fat pig.!
and i wnt to say this, ALL MIDDLE AGED HORNY LOSER MEN: GET A LIFE PLS! STOP PESTERING YOUNG GIRLS AND HARASSING THEM WITH YOUR FAILURE YOUTHFUL-WANNABE LINGO!!!! dam bloody loser and disgusting la. one more added reason i dun wanna take learn driving, coz the driving centers are infested with mole-ly OLD MEN who salivate profusely at the inrush of young beautiful girls.
anw, i want to repeat! I hate sitting next to the printer! because when people head to the printer, they pass by my desk. And I have never hated KAYPO-ism as much as until now! wtf, I am not some exotic animal that u've nv seen before, stare at me like i have a MOLE on my TEETH! and then just keep beo-ing my com screen, wtf wtf wtf!!! nxt time, im gonna invent this anti-beoing mechanism that shoots hot sauce laser into ur eyeballs man, beo some more la, i will make ornaments out of ur eyeballs! stupid fat pig.!
and i wnt to say this, ALL MIDDLE AGED HORNY LOSER MEN: GET A LIFE PLS! STOP PESTERING YOUNG GIRLS AND HARASSING THEM WITH YOUR FAILURE YOUTHFUL-WANNABE LINGO!!!! dam bloody loser and disgusting la. one more added reason i dun wanna take learn driving, coz the driving centers are infested with mole-ly OLD MEN who salivate profusely at the inrush of young beautiful girls.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
UNi
ok, so i tendered in my uni application and scholarship application. rightfully this is something big, and i should blog about things that are big. so here i am.......
i am feeling close to nothingness over this hectic thing called university application. i went through determination, confusion, determination, change of mind, huge determination, and now im just hoping that i get what i want. which is quite difficult, coz all the 4As are vying for my course...maybe i should simply hire a hitman and kill all the 4As there are. which i have no money...imagine kill one person cost 500bucks (assuming human life are that cheap), i will nid to pay 500 X 10000. hello , i dun even have 5 bucks for lunch tmr. yala, bloody i m dam sleepy and i havn bathed, and there's work tmr...........i shall continue another day
i am feeling close to nothingness over this hectic thing called university application. i went through determination, confusion, determination, change of mind, huge determination, and now im just hoping that i get what i want. which is quite difficult, coz all the 4As are vying for my course...maybe i should simply hire a hitman and kill all the 4As there are. which i have no money...imagine kill one person cost 500bucks (assuming human life are that cheap), i will nid to pay 500 X 10000. hello , i dun even have 5 bucks for lunch tmr. yala, bloody i m dam sleepy and i havn bathed, and there's work tmr...........i shall continue another day
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
About Yourself
"So tell me more about yourself."
"..."
This is one question that I was unable to answer, for three freaking times in a row for a bloody job interview. It's not that I have nothing to say about myself, but on the total contrary, I have so much to tell that I dunno where to begin.
Actually I think the question is posted in my favor, because it is an opening for me to display my qualities and let the interviewer get to know me better. It's just like me promoting the phone, honestly presenting the good things and secretly hiding the shortcomings. It is therefore a form of packaging, and I shall proceed to examine how to package myself in order to sell myself off to the panel of interviewers. I googled "about myself" and I came across this blog where the author wrote this list called "50 things I like about myself", claiming this a good exercise to get to know thyself, so I think I shall try.
Here goes, I love the fact that:
1. I am honest and frank.
2. I am sensitive towards people's feelings
3. I have no religion, but have strong belief in myself
4. I am passionate in the things I do
5. and I do things I'm passionate about
6. I'm still closely in touch with my roots and culture while growing up in a culture melting pot.
7. I'm a mixture of culture myself
8. My interests span far and wide
9. So do my hobbies
10. I believe in "survival of the fittest"
11. I understand it as survival by adapting to changes and not by sheer strength or power
12. I am confident
13. and this confidence is built on failures and successes alike
14. I have a great sense of humour
15. sometimes with me being the joke itself
16. I am adventurous
17. I do crazy things just because I've never done it before
18. I am creative, my mind is constantly brewing crazy ideas that I sometimes scare myself
19. I cut my own hair
20. I love to think
21. and I often ask questions that seem nonsensical
22. I love to do things differently, but not for the sake of being different.
23. I am mature but innocent
24. I have learnt not to judge people or anything by their appearance
25. I think art and science are inseparable
26. I am filial to my parents, and loyal to my friends
27. I was raised in a strict and warm family
28. I love Chinese literature
29. I love to read
30. I read on a vast range of subjects
31. I am open-minded
32. I believe in "70% passion and 30% hardwork"
33. I am me
34. I love what I want to study
35. I have many dreams
36. I am still passionate about Manga and Anime
37. I have a knack at learning languages
38. I love to earn money
39. I collect different job experiences
40. I love my friends
41. and they love me
42. I have recovered from pride bruises, emerging more humble
43. I respect the elderly or anyone older than me
44. I am learning to see things in long term and in macro
45. I am fun, energetic, bubbly and caring
46. I cry when I want to
47. I prefer to finish a task without stopping
48. I see the fun side of things
49. I'm optimistic
50. I lead not by strength or power, but by understanding
"..."
This is one question that I was unable to answer, for three freaking times in a row for a bloody job interview. It's not that I have nothing to say about myself, but on the total contrary, I have so much to tell that I dunno where to begin.
Actually I think the question is posted in my favor, because it is an opening for me to display my qualities and let the interviewer get to know me better. It's just like me promoting the phone, honestly presenting the good things and secretly hiding the shortcomings. It is therefore a form of packaging, and I shall proceed to examine how to package myself in order to sell myself off to the panel of interviewers. I googled "about myself" and I came across this blog where the author wrote this list called "50 things I like about myself", claiming this a good exercise to get to know thyself, so I think I shall try.
Here goes, I love the fact that:
1. I am honest and frank.
2. I am sensitive towards people's feelings
3. I have no religion, but have strong belief in myself
4. I am passionate in the things I do
5. and I do things I'm passionate about
6. I'm still closely in touch with my roots and culture while growing up in a culture melting pot.
7. I'm a mixture of culture myself
8. My interests span far and wide
9. So do my hobbies
10. I believe in "survival of the fittest"
11. I understand it as survival by adapting to changes and not by sheer strength or power
12. I am confident
13. and this confidence is built on failures and successes alike
14. I have a great sense of humour
15. sometimes with me being the joke itself
16. I am adventurous
17. I do crazy things just because I've never done it before
18. I am creative, my mind is constantly brewing crazy ideas that I sometimes scare myself
19. I cut my own hair
20. I love to think
21. and I often ask questions that seem nonsensical
22. I love to do things differently, but not for the sake of being different.
23. I am mature but innocent
24. I have learnt not to judge people or anything by their appearance
25. I think art and science are inseparable
26. I am filial to my parents, and loyal to my friends
27. I was raised in a strict and warm family
28. I love Chinese literature
29. I love to read
30. I read on a vast range of subjects
31. I am open-minded
32. I believe in "70% passion and 30% hardwork"
33. I am me
34. I love what I want to study
35. I have many dreams
36. I am still passionate about Manga and Anime
37. I have a knack at learning languages
38. I love to earn money
39. I collect different job experiences
40. I love my friends
41. and they love me
42. I have recovered from pride bruises, emerging more humble
43. I respect the elderly or anyone older than me
44. I am learning to see things in long term and in macro
45. I am fun, energetic, bubbly and caring
46. I cry when I want to
47. I prefer to finish a task without stopping
48. I see the fun side of things
49. I'm optimistic
50. I lead not by strength or power, but by understanding
Wednesday, March 04, 2009
steamboat!
wow, i could nv imagine myself taking up a data entry job...sighs..and i was adamantly telling my mom that i would never do an office job, while thinking i was very 有性格. but now, im here slogging away my youth picking stappler bullets and printing and scanning, and worse data entrying (which i am doing later). seriously, i am going to ruin my eyes staring at the com whole day. perhaps its this stagnant and unexciting job that really put me to start my evening jogs again, if not arh, my life will be repetive and slow-paced, the exact way that i don want it to be.
last night i dared myself to go jog around IMH, it is a nice track to jog, away from the cars and the ppl, its like an wonderful escape into the forests. well all things aren't perfect, so the blotches include crazy ppl staring at u while u run, wierd animal calls, and strange shadows. so, last night at 9pm, i tried to run around IMH, i usually dont wear specs when i run, so i was actually more-than-half-blind. i thought its gonna be nothing scary since i couldn't see, nothing can quite scare me. so i happily skipped into IMH and proceed to jog further into the darkness. i laff at my own cowardice ok, i just ran like 50m into the track i decided to turn back alr, pls its dam dark and dam scary! and the worse thing is i cant see!!!! lol, contradicting, but ya, so later i formed this deep-sounding philosophy, which is one shouldn't be scared of what one could see, but be scared of what one couldn't. makes sense rite.
yes, ok, steamboat. haha. later with SM and Char, i am skipping lunch for that heeheehee. its kind of like a last dinner before we step up to face the ominous results dropping down on Fri, last joys, at least don't die hungry haha. Side note: i like this job for the fact that I can be surfing and blogging and nobody cares hahaha, maybe tmr i can install gunbound here, lalala. so, looking forward to steamboat, today's gonna pass in a bzzzz.
then 2 days left before i face the barbaric A!!! oh dear, I just read the C blog, wow she's just damn heavy with stress, compared to her, i tink i can float above the clouds alr. seriously, i dont really feel scared, probably the mundane work helped to take my mind off that. to me, results and academic achievements are not everything, altho they do take up a big part of my life. i don't hate to study, but i don't believe in mugging, i do believe in indulging in something i am passionate about. also sometmes its not the contents of the subject that bug me, its the way we learn or the way its teached, that bug me. many times, something very interesting can become dead and dull due to the two tat i mentioned above. which leads me to think, communication studies is very important. paint a picture, look at a picture, the medium in btw is communication. w/o communication, no matter how many pictures painted, how many looks taken, nothing will get across! same with teachings and speeches, good communication delivers, captivates, enthralls, it brings out the joy in the subject. i believe in quality over quantity as well, therefore talking alot and talking little actually makes no difference, what matters is when you talk, you deliver the message and get things done.
i have 20 more minutes before i start scanning docs again. dozes off
last night i dared myself to go jog around IMH, it is a nice track to jog, away from the cars and the ppl, its like an wonderful escape into the forests. well all things aren't perfect, so the blotches include crazy ppl staring at u while u run, wierd animal calls, and strange shadows. so, last night at 9pm, i tried to run around IMH, i usually dont wear specs when i run, so i was actually more-than-half-blind. i thought its gonna be nothing scary since i couldn't see, nothing can quite scare me. so i happily skipped into IMH and proceed to jog further into the darkness. i laff at my own cowardice ok, i just ran like 50m into the track i decided to turn back alr, pls its dam dark and dam scary! and the worse thing is i cant see!!!! lol, contradicting, but ya, so later i formed this deep-sounding philosophy, which is one shouldn't be scared of what one could see, but be scared of what one couldn't. makes sense rite.
yes, ok, steamboat. haha. later with SM and Char, i am skipping lunch for that heeheehee. its kind of like a last dinner before we step up to face the ominous results dropping down on Fri, last joys, at least don't die hungry haha. Side note: i like this job for the fact that I can be surfing and blogging and nobody cares hahaha, maybe tmr i can install gunbound here, lalala. so, looking forward to steamboat, today's gonna pass in a bzzzz.
then 2 days left before i face the barbaric A!!! oh dear, I just read the C blog, wow she's just damn heavy with stress, compared to her, i tink i can float above the clouds alr. seriously, i dont really feel scared, probably the mundane work helped to take my mind off that. to me, results and academic achievements are not everything, altho they do take up a big part of my life. i don't hate to study, but i don't believe in mugging, i do believe in indulging in something i am passionate about. also sometmes its not the contents of the subject that bug me, its the way we learn or the way its teached, that bug me. many times, something very interesting can become dead and dull due to the two tat i mentioned above. which leads me to think, communication studies is very important. paint a picture, look at a picture, the medium in btw is communication. w/o communication, no matter how many pictures painted, how many looks taken, nothing will get across! same with teachings and speeches, good communication delivers, captivates, enthralls, it brings out the joy in the subject. i believe in quality over quantity as well, therefore talking alot and talking little actually makes no difference, what matters is when you talk, you deliver the message and get things done.
i have 20 more minutes before i start scanning docs again. dozes off
Saturday, February 28, 2009
sheesh
I was gratefully sick yesterday, so sick that I was unable to continue working, which is why I was grateful. Yes, no more selling HTC Dream!!!! Liberation! although now i have 40 bucks less for salary, but im still happy to go home halfway through the job and leave the crappy place for good.
nothing much to say about the ppl there, coz of the huge generation gap, plus they are too busy to make an impression on me. seriously, i tink the job they do is future-less. admin stuff just repeats itself forever more, and i wonder whether they get sick of it. this job just totally make me see more clearly that Admin work is never gonna like me, and vice versa. i guess their usual perks are the weirdo customers that pop in now and then, some just ask questions so laughable that you might just think that they are adorable. for example, this lady asked "i have a line at m1, i want to port my number over to singtel, will singtel pay the penalty for me?"
u say leh??? isnt it like eating wanton-mee halfway want to eat fishball-mee, ask the fishball-mee store uncle help you pay for ur wanton-mee???? sooo...
yes, i was sick halfway, so i went home, marking the end of me HTC Dream promoter job, with pleasure. eck, next time, im seriously gonna find a sitting job, damn.
if you ask me, whether selling the phone makes me wanna buy it, it is NO, big bloody NO. why, you ask. Because, I sold it, sold it to the point that I know every bad thing about it. so actually I lie most of the time if ppl ask me if the phone is good anot. lala, in the end they all still bought it, which 2 weeks later sure go and sell.
ok, not to make the phone sound really that bad, it does have praise-able things like um...lemme tink...toy-like design? well, it sure looks more friendly and less scary to use, i'm sure the kids are gonna like it. By "kids", i mean real kids, like those who only know 300 words in total. now it seems, nothing is worth praising about this phone. seems like it loses to iphone in every way possible. and in the shop, they have to put them side-by-side, which i dun understand because whats the use of me promoting when u deliberately make the phone seem less worth buying. i guess they just like to make promoter's lives difficult.
i have to mention, out of the so many weird customers, there's one super creeeeepy man who is just the embodiment of the word "creepy" in all. apparently he did not just appear out of the blue, he has a bright history of going to the shop since way back. guess what he does in the shop??? he uses the bloody live phones to watch youtube PORN! yuck! and he watches for damn bloody long time!!!! how loserish can he get??? i have no comments to porn, or watching porn, but at least do it in private rite??? is the video itself just not exciting enough??? yux......what a twisted loser. now he's rightfully on red alert, cant even step into the shop alr. good god, i did not have any physical contact with him, i must pray and kowtow many times.
aiya, so i was sick, really very sick, for someone so healthy as me, a little bit of sickness is more that i can handle. ok...so i got home really sick and tired and unwilling to move or talk, i had to go see a bloody doctor. why bloody? coz she made me look like a whining baby because she told me that i am bloody not sick, not having a temperature, just abit of sore throat. does she ever know how much more difficult her words made it for me to convince my parents that i am sick??? they refuse to believe that i was unwell and i have to vaccuum and mop and do all sorts of housework just because i am not sick. is the doctor not bloody or not. damn
ok...so now i am free again...i can laze around till the big A land on my head next week. wow i can hardly imagine how its gonna be like....
nothing much to say about the ppl there, coz of the huge generation gap, plus they are too busy to make an impression on me. seriously, i tink the job they do is future-less. admin stuff just repeats itself forever more, and i wonder whether they get sick of it. this job just totally make me see more clearly that Admin work is never gonna like me, and vice versa. i guess their usual perks are the weirdo customers that pop in now and then, some just ask questions so laughable that you might just think that they are adorable. for example, this lady asked "i have a line at m1, i want to port my number over to singtel, will singtel pay the penalty for me?"
u say leh??? isnt it like eating wanton-mee halfway want to eat fishball-mee, ask the fishball-mee store uncle help you pay for ur wanton-mee???? sooo...
yes, i was sick halfway, so i went home, marking the end of me HTC Dream promoter job, with pleasure. eck, next time, im seriously gonna find a sitting job, damn.
if you ask me, whether selling the phone makes me wanna buy it, it is NO, big bloody NO. why, you ask. Because, I sold it, sold it to the point that I know every bad thing about it. so actually I lie most of the time if ppl ask me if the phone is good anot. lala, in the end they all still bought it, which 2 weeks later sure go and sell.
ok, not to make the phone sound really that bad, it does have praise-able things like um...lemme tink...toy-like design? well, it sure looks more friendly and less scary to use, i'm sure the kids are gonna like it. By "kids", i mean real kids, like those who only know 300 words in total. now it seems, nothing is worth praising about this phone. seems like it loses to iphone in every way possible. and in the shop, they have to put them side-by-side, which i dun understand because whats the use of me promoting when u deliberately make the phone seem less worth buying. i guess they just like to make promoter's lives difficult.
i have to mention, out of the so many weird customers, there's one super creeeeepy man who is just the embodiment of the word "creepy" in all. apparently he did not just appear out of the blue, he has a bright history of going to the shop since way back. guess what he does in the shop??? he uses the bloody live phones to watch youtube PORN! yuck! and he watches for damn bloody long time!!!! how loserish can he get??? i have no comments to porn, or watching porn, but at least do it in private rite??? is the video itself just not exciting enough??? yux......what a twisted loser. now he's rightfully on red alert, cant even step into the shop alr. good god, i did not have any physical contact with him, i must pray and kowtow many times.
aiya, so i was sick, really very sick, for someone so healthy as me, a little bit of sickness is more that i can handle. ok...so i got home really sick and tired and unwilling to move or talk, i had to go see a bloody doctor. why bloody? coz she made me look like a whining baby because she told me that i am bloody not sick, not having a temperature, just abit of sore throat. does she ever know how much more difficult her words made it for me to convince my parents that i am sick??? they refuse to believe that i was unwell and i have to vaccuum and mop and do all sorts of housework just because i am not sick. is the doctor not bloody or not. damn
ok...so now i am free again...i can laze around till the big A land on my head next week. wow i can hardly imagine how its gonna be like....
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
i am damn irritated.........
i am fucking tired and its been a million years since i last touched my com, and I bloody took 1 hour to fix the connection, so I am rightfully very pissed...!!!
on my way home,i had mentally wrote smth to blog here, which i am very pissed rite now, so the mental post will be smeared with my pissed-ness for no reason just because i am pissed. bite me
anw...its smth to do with religion. ok thr's this part-time girl whom i made frenz with at the singtel shop, she sells broadband and mio btw, we were on the same bus home today, and we chanced to talk abt religion. so...having no good impression abt christianity due to my first and last visit to a church 2 years back...i listened to her in skeptism. hoping that she will not try to convert me, i tried to understand the underlying belief they have for their God...which i failed and so still cannot understand. in the end, she still tried to convert me tho subtlely, by telling me that if i don't believe in their God, i will go to hell. i took it matter of factly, that after i die, i am heading straight to hell, and was actually fine with it. but her persistent 'threats' just went on my nerves which include telling me i will be burnt in hell...blah blah blah..i went on to say...'fine, burn me, thn u all can eat barbequed-me'
ok, with no disrepect whatsoever for the said religion, i can say that i don't mind going to hell after i die. i assume i will be void of feelings and senses after i die, so go on and burn me, still i wont feel a thing rite, so why should i be scared to be burnt. quoting my fren that Christians believe that they have sinned in their lives, and therefore they go to heaven, and non-believers like me will just rocket straight to hell. so, logically, i don't really mind going to hell. here's why:
by assuming, every believer loves to convert whoever non-believer they meet, the no. of believers, hence future-heaven-dwellers will increase exponentially. assuming again that heaven is sacred, precious, hence in high demand-for but in pitifully low supply, meaning the step to entering is raised very very high, or in other words, no. of seats in the heaven constituency is highly limited. in economics term, there is a deficit or short supply of space. in other words, heaven, or the road to heaven, will be horribly crowded. for sheer space, i rather go to hell.
in reality, when many walk on a narrow path, there's bound to be pushing and shuffling. raising the severity of it, there will be scheming, sabotaging, backstabbing...bla bla bla... haven't we have enough of that when alive?? for the fear of going through all that agn in the afterlife, i rather go to hell.
ok. so what happens when you do get into the prestigious heaven?
do you become an angel? or start another "life", going through school, work, and marriage agn??
assuming everyone enters, and become angels, in RPG lingo, a newb...if not kill monsters, thn you must at least do smth to level up, and choose your job at certain levels. don't tell me you idle around floating on clouds and do nothing. if that's really the case, i rather die totally and not have enough souls left for idling in eternity. anw, so starting life agn in heaven must be somehow more appealing than life on earth, otherwise there's no draw to it any greater than going to hell. but being a soul, in spirit form, i cant quite imagine there being any joy to be senseless and formless, other than u get blown here and there by the wind, all physical attacks will pass right through u and vice versa....not very enjoyable in my view. maybe it's the urban myths and legends that fabricated all these in my minds, i am totally clueless to whatever happens in heaven...i m totally suspicious that what the believers believe in heaven is really true........turn out, im just skeptical about everything, coz i am fucking pissed.
should i go disclaim the fact that everything i wrote was not meant as any attack, ridicule or defaming for any said religion? fact is, no sane believers read my blog, so i wont bother to anyway.
bloody....my legs are freaking killing me. and i dono, what exactly am i irritated at. baaahzzzz........i wanna punch something real badly...
on my way home,i had mentally wrote smth to blog here, which i am very pissed rite now, so the mental post will be smeared with my pissed-ness for no reason just because i am pissed. bite me
anw...its smth to do with religion. ok thr's this part-time girl whom i made frenz with at the singtel shop, she sells broadband and mio btw, we were on the same bus home today, and we chanced to talk abt religion. so...having no good impression abt christianity due to my first and last visit to a church 2 years back...i listened to her in skeptism. hoping that she will not try to convert me, i tried to understand the underlying belief they have for their God...which i failed and so still cannot understand. in the end, she still tried to convert me tho subtlely, by telling me that if i don't believe in their God, i will go to hell. i took it matter of factly, that after i die, i am heading straight to hell, and was actually fine with it. but her persistent 'threats' just went on my nerves which include telling me i will be burnt in hell...blah blah blah..i went on to say...'fine, burn me, thn u all can eat barbequed-me'
ok, with no disrepect whatsoever for the said religion, i can say that i don't mind going to hell after i die. i assume i will be void of feelings and senses after i die, so go on and burn me, still i wont feel a thing rite, so why should i be scared to be burnt. quoting my fren that Christians believe that they have sinned in their lives, and therefore they go to heaven, and non-believers like me will just rocket straight to hell. so, logically, i don't really mind going to hell. here's why:
by assuming, every believer loves to convert whoever non-believer they meet, the no. of believers, hence future-heaven-dwellers will increase exponentially. assuming again that heaven is sacred, precious, hence in high demand-for but in pitifully low supply, meaning the step to entering is raised very very high, or in other words, no. of seats in the heaven constituency is highly limited. in economics term, there is a deficit or short supply of space. in other words, heaven, or the road to heaven, will be horribly crowded. for sheer space, i rather go to hell.
in reality, when many walk on a narrow path, there's bound to be pushing and shuffling. raising the severity of it, there will be scheming, sabotaging, backstabbing...bla bla bla... haven't we have enough of that when alive?? for the fear of going through all that agn in the afterlife, i rather go to hell.
ok. so what happens when you do get into the prestigious heaven?
do you become an angel? or start another "life", going through school, work, and marriage agn??
assuming everyone enters, and become angels, in RPG lingo, a newb...if not kill monsters, thn you must at least do smth to level up, and choose your job at certain levels. don't tell me you idle around floating on clouds and do nothing. if that's really the case, i rather die totally and not have enough souls left for idling in eternity. anw, so starting life agn in heaven must be somehow more appealing than life on earth, otherwise there's no draw to it any greater than going to hell. but being a soul, in spirit form, i cant quite imagine there being any joy to be senseless and formless, other than u get blown here and there by the wind, all physical attacks will pass right through u and vice versa....not very enjoyable in my view. maybe it's the urban myths and legends that fabricated all these in my minds, i am totally clueless to whatever happens in heaven...i m totally suspicious that what the believers believe in heaven is really true........turn out, im just skeptical about everything, coz i am fucking pissed.
should i go disclaim the fact that everything i wrote was not meant as any attack, ridicule or defaming for any said religion? fact is, no sane believers read my blog, so i wont bother to anyway.
bloody....my legs are freaking killing me. and i dono, what exactly am i irritated at. baaahzzzz........i wanna punch something real badly...
Friday, February 20, 2009
Thursday, February 19, 2009
LOVE LOVE MY DARLINGS
This song is by my beloved TVXQ, called WRONG NUMBER. I should sing this to a certain someone. lalala
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
New experiences
So today, I had two new experiences. One, Slimming treatment, focusing on me thighs. Two, new product briefing, which is a new phone that is about to launch in 2 days.
First lemme recount my slimming experience.
Yes, I do love to be served and pampered and taken care of down to the finest detail.
Although now I have to say there is one added person other than myself, to meet my lower half, it was quite worth it, at least now I wont get all jittery come my wedding night. I had to change into disposable panties coz my area of choice to slim is the thighs,and the stuff they are gonna apply there might dirty my panties, so I have to wear the paper one...which they should improve by making it an opaque panty...yes...
and after that, we were very well taken care of. Lying on the two beds, me friend and I, sort of resembling squares of meat being marinated on cooking boards, were firstly scrubbed(thighs only)to remove dead skin and the such,during which we laughed uncontrollably coz you know, the inner thighs are not just sensitive, they are VERY SENSITIVE! Lols...even thinking of it now makes me wanna laugh. So after scrubbing, we begin treatment, which comprises of 3 steps. The first n second steps are interchangeable, coz there's only one machine for each step and there's two of us, so we mus SHARE. Anyway, for me, it was the weird "Kissing" machine that went first. I couldn't see how it looked like for I was impaired w/o my specs, and my eyes were covered. So from my senses, its sort of like a suction thing, whereby the lady runs it over my thighs for some length before it ends with a sucking sound that sounds like a smacking kiss. Alls cool when she was at my outer thighs, it's the inner thighs that gives me the problems and the laughs. Try imagine someone kissing you hard on the inner thighs, won't you get excited? I am not trying to be sick...this is exactly what happened.
Ok, second step, some vibrating thing, feels great on the outer thighs but sort of painful towards the inner. I try very hard not to think anything when we were at it, for reasons too embarrassing to spell out. yup and we were through, down to the last part, which I skillfully described it as YUAN YANG JI (couple chicken), name after some dish, coz we both were wrapped up in plastic foil, and were told to lay there to cook...yes cook...(no "cook" is my word, but it basically translates into that).
half an hour, we are ready to be served!
We took turns to shower, but before that we were draped in expensive-looking robes, which makes me feel like holding a glass of wine or a stick of cigarette in my hands, just so to look really like some bad woman after having an affair.
After shower, we took measurements, and my thighs actually did slim down, 3 cm difference just after one session. I would definitely do it again, when I have the money.
Once again, I like to be served and pampered like I'm the jewel of the world, lalala.
new experience no. 2
there isn't much to be said about this, as I am not supposed to be talking about it, coz it's not launched yet, and Singtel wants it to be a surprise. So all I can say is that this new phone is going to beat Iphone face down, and I hope all the iPhone users cry at the sight this new phone. Ok, just that the look of the phone not as sleek and sexy, but trust me there are way more gold to be digged beneath the humble surface.
additionally, new experience yesterday, threading!
sux, damn painful, now my face feels bare and susceptible to cold attacks, and my eyebrows look not much a difference. but i can't complain coz the service was totally free. I just hope my feedback won't land the poor girl in trouble.
I've picked up BLEACH once again, and I've just got to say that I love the characters SOO SOO Much!!
First lemme recount my slimming experience.
Yes, I do love to be served and pampered and taken care of down to the finest detail.
Although now I have to say there is one added person other than myself, to meet my lower half, it was quite worth it, at least now I wont get all jittery come my wedding night. I had to change into disposable panties coz my area of choice to slim is the thighs,and the stuff they are gonna apply there might dirty my panties, so I have to wear the paper one...which they should improve by making it an opaque panty...yes...
and after that, we were very well taken care of. Lying on the two beds, me friend and I, sort of resembling squares of meat being marinated on cooking boards, were firstly scrubbed(thighs only)to remove dead skin and the such,during which we laughed uncontrollably coz you know, the inner thighs are not just sensitive, they are VERY SENSITIVE! Lols...even thinking of it now makes me wanna laugh. So after scrubbing, we begin treatment, which comprises of 3 steps. The first n second steps are interchangeable, coz there's only one machine for each step and there's two of us, so we mus SHARE. Anyway, for me, it was the weird "Kissing" machine that went first. I couldn't see how it looked like for I was impaired w/o my specs, and my eyes were covered. So from my senses, its sort of like a suction thing, whereby the lady runs it over my thighs for some length before it ends with a sucking sound that sounds like a smacking kiss. Alls cool when she was at my outer thighs, it's the inner thighs that gives me the problems and the laughs. Try imagine someone kissing you hard on the inner thighs, won't you get excited? I am not trying to be sick...this is exactly what happened.
Ok, second step, some vibrating thing, feels great on the outer thighs but sort of painful towards the inner. I try very hard not to think anything when we were at it, for reasons too embarrassing to spell out. yup and we were through, down to the last part, which I skillfully described it as YUAN YANG JI (couple chicken), name after some dish, coz we both were wrapped up in plastic foil, and were told to lay there to cook...yes cook...(no "cook" is my word, but it basically translates into that).
half an hour, we are ready to be served!
We took turns to shower, but before that we were draped in expensive-looking robes, which makes me feel like holding a glass of wine or a stick of cigarette in my hands, just so to look really like some bad woman after having an affair.
After shower, we took measurements, and my thighs actually did slim down, 3 cm difference just after one session. I would definitely do it again, when I have the money.
Once again, I like to be served and pampered like I'm the jewel of the world, lalala.
new experience no. 2
there isn't much to be said about this, as I am not supposed to be talking about it, coz it's not launched yet, and Singtel wants it to be a surprise. So all I can say is that this new phone is going to beat Iphone face down, and I hope all the iPhone users cry at the sight this new phone. Ok, just that the look of the phone not as sleek and sexy, but trust me there are way more gold to be digged beneath the humble surface.
additionally, new experience yesterday, threading!
sux, damn painful, now my face feels bare and susceptible to cold attacks, and my eyebrows look not much a difference. but i can't complain coz the service was totally free. I just hope my feedback won't land the poor girl in trouble.
I've picked up BLEACH once again, and I've just got to say that I love the characters SOO SOO Much!!
Friday, February 13, 2009
Working is immensely fun and memorable!
Yes, again I did roadshow for Singtel, and this time it was at NTU. Omg,how freaking far! yes, if i total up the time i spent travelling the past two days, it adds up to a proper working day! bloody 8 hrs! omg!
well, I didn't have a good impression of NTU the last time I went there, which was for the Manga Competition INK'07. Then, i went into the School of Arts building, it was just empty...and the whole feeling I had for NTU was......EMPTY! well the reason being I went there on a sunday...probably explains why.
This time, it was very much different! The roadshow was located outside this Lecture Theatre, which I heard not many people attend the lectures, but was proved otherwise as time to time people pour out of the doors in the hundreds. the whole place was actually sort of a gathering place, with fast foods and foot courts and a library. It was actually very intriguing to be there in presence..it kinda feels like a poly. so in the mornings i will blend in and pretend to be a fellow uni student, and fraala emerge otherwise in my red, "UNLIMITED SMS AND CAMPUS CALL" t-shirt, as a SIngtel promoter.
Luckily this time round, i don't have to distribute flyers, I only have to stand around and promote, which in other words means slack. it so happens Singtel really likes to pay us to slack around, coz apparently the small little place can do with a few people enough, we are just over-earning for wad little work we do. So we made use of our time to mingle around. most of the fellow promoters come from Republic Poly, it so happens they are having holiday alr...ya, so among the 5 promoters, 3 are RPs, 1 NTU, and 1 me. ok...bitching time....I am openly saying this, I CANNOT STAND THE NTU GUY FOR NUTS!!!! He reminds me of the sick pervert many years back. OMG, I cant begin to describe his grossity!
one, he likes to show me his BUTT!!! I was resting at the side, sitting on the floor, eating my ice cream, and he who was not having break, kept walking infront of me! Trust me I am not being over-suspicious. He happily stops right in front of me, with his ass right infront of my eye, and stays there for a million years! not just one time, MANY FREAKING TIMES!
two, he is plain disgusting. lemme recount:
1. he purposely burped AT me 3 fucking times;
2. at one point of time he stood so CLOSE to me, I had a feeling he was smelling my hair (omg this just creeps the hell out of me);
3. he keeps looking at me, and follows me around
4. he cuts into our healthy and meaningful conversations, and start talking about how much he'd like to shit
5. we were discussing about "wiping off" makeup, he popped up and start talking about "wiping off" his butt
6. he is God's piece of failure
7. he has a pasable-looking, but irritating gf
8. he tinks he is damn handsome, and he tinks that i like him (OMG! HELL NO!)
which is why, us girls were saying "ppl like him force us girls to become lesbians"
ok, that is the dirty spot on my fun-filled 2 days' work.
other than him, the others were great peopls with great personalities and great real funny stories. I made friends with all of them and there was one I really like alot! He is bloody funny!!!! We talked about all sorts of things, and one point in time, we were looking for hot girls together. in all failed attempts to locate one in NTU, we turned to help - Iphone, where I searched "hot girls" in youtube, and wow, i scroll down to see "lesbian porn" on the title. I "yux" loudly and attempted to close, lol, when he got "excited"...hahaha...and we were fighting over the phone and me insisting that he is "EXCITED" and wants to watch the video. lol such fun. yes, i have found a fren whom i can happily SUAN and he will happily SUAN me back, I love frenz like this, non-stop competition.
ya, ok, there were another 2 girls, whom both I liked alot. They are very special people with qualities easy to remember. One of them is very much like me, boyish and straightforward and full of fun! we clicked great, and were soon talking about how hot the guys are from our CCAs. not the usual kind of girls talking abt guys, we went about in an anatomical way, becoz we both worship smacking HotBods and Inverted Triangles. And she shared with me CHAO GAO XIAO regarding her touchy senior.
another girl, whom I love to play with, is a girl with many many names....siao...so many names! how can one respond to so many different names??? its not human.......
ok ya, she is funny, lame funny, had me laugh until i gagged for air. seriously, this is one hell of a funny and slack job!
and oso on the first day, i met this guy whose name is SHY, hahaha, who is really likable like a little brother, and who draws manga too. He gave me one of his prints and its really full of potential! I am seriously amazed. and he has sweaty palms like Gan has, he was trying to promote, while holding on to the flyer, which got wet and crumpled between his wet palms.
yes and the staff and everybody are very nice. NTU has alot of shuai guys, but very little chiobus....sadly....so my dear fren having no eyecandy had to share with me his requirments so that i can help him spot. and he, same as me, look at height before all else. NO, this is not shallow. before you consider the persons personality and blah blah blah, the physical appearance must at least pass the set standard, this is done unknowingly coz you size up a person without even knowing that you are doing so. So, those ppl who retorted my reply last time can just slap themselves.
yes, i miss my new frenz alr. I am going to KIT with them all, and ya, hopefully we meet agn soon.
well, I didn't have a good impression of NTU the last time I went there, which was for the Manga Competition INK'07. Then, i went into the School of Arts building, it was just empty...and the whole feeling I had for NTU was......EMPTY! well the reason being I went there on a sunday...probably explains why.
This time, it was very much different! The roadshow was located outside this Lecture Theatre, which I heard not many people attend the lectures, but was proved otherwise as time to time people pour out of the doors in the hundreds. the whole place was actually sort of a gathering place, with fast foods and foot courts and a library. It was actually very intriguing to be there in presence..it kinda feels like a poly. so in the mornings i will blend in and pretend to be a fellow uni student, and fraala emerge otherwise in my red, "UNLIMITED SMS AND CAMPUS CALL" t-shirt, as a SIngtel promoter.
Luckily this time round, i don't have to distribute flyers, I only have to stand around and promote, which in other words means slack. it so happens Singtel really likes to pay us to slack around, coz apparently the small little place can do with a few people enough, we are just over-earning for wad little work we do. So we made use of our time to mingle around. most of the fellow promoters come from Republic Poly, it so happens they are having holiday alr...ya, so among the 5 promoters, 3 are RPs, 1 NTU, and 1 me. ok...bitching time....I am openly saying this, I CANNOT STAND THE NTU GUY FOR NUTS!!!! He reminds me of the sick pervert many years back. OMG, I cant begin to describe his grossity!
one, he likes to show me his BUTT!!! I was resting at the side, sitting on the floor, eating my ice cream, and he who was not having break, kept walking infront of me! Trust me I am not being over-suspicious. He happily stops right in front of me, with his ass right infront of my eye, and stays there for a million years! not just one time, MANY FREAKING TIMES!
two, he is plain disgusting. lemme recount:
1. he purposely burped AT me 3 fucking times;
2. at one point of time he stood so CLOSE to me, I had a feeling he was smelling my hair (omg this just creeps the hell out of me);
3. he keeps looking at me, and follows me around
4. he cuts into our healthy and meaningful conversations, and start talking about how much he'd like to shit
5. we were discussing about "wiping off" makeup, he popped up and start talking about "wiping off" his butt
6. he is God's piece of failure
7. he has a pasable-looking, but irritating gf
8. he tinks he is damn handsome, and he tinks that i like him (OMG! HELL NO!)
which is why, us girls were saying "ppl like him force us girls to become lesbians"
ok, that is the dirty spot on my fun-filled 2 days' work.
other than him, the others were great peopls with great personalities and great real funny stories. I made friends with all of them and there was one I really like alot! He is bloody funny!!!! We talked about all sorts of things, and one point in time, we were looking for hot girls together. in all failed attempts to locate one in NTU, we turned to help - Iphone, where I searched "hot girls" in youtube, and wow, i scroll down to see "lesbian porn" on the title. I "yux" loudly and attempted to close, lol, when he got "excited"...hahaha...and we were fighting over the phone and me insisting that he is "EXCITED" and wants to watch the video. lol such fun. yes, i have found a fren whom i can happily SUAN and he will happily SUAN me back, I love frenz like this, non-stop competition.
ya, ok, there were another 2 girls, whom both I liked alot. They are very special people with qualities easy to remember. One of them is very much like me, boyish and straightforward and full of fun! we clicked great, and were soon talking about how hot the guys are from our CCAs. not the usual kind of girls talking abt guys, we went about in an anatomical way, becoz we both worship smacking HotBods and Inverted Triangles. And she shared with me CHAO GAO XIAO regarding her touchy senior.
another girl, whom I love to play with, is a girl with many many names....siao...so many names! how can one respond to so many different names??? its not human.......
ok ya, she is funny, lame funny, had me laugh until i gagged for air. seriously, this is one hell of a funny and slack job!
and oso on the first day, i met this guy whose name is SHY, hahaha, who is really likable like a little brother, and who draws manga too. He gave me one of his prints and its really full of potential! I am seriously amazed. and he has sweaty palms like Gan has, he was trying to promote, while holding on to the flyer, which got wet and crumpled between his wet palms.
yes and the staff and everybody are very nice. NTU has alot of shuai guys, but very little chiobus....sadly....so my dear fren having no eyecandy had to share with me his requirments so that i can help him spot. and he, same as me, look at height before all else. NO, this is not shallow. before you consider the persons personality and blah blah blah, the physical appearance must at least pass the set standard, this is done unknowingly coz you size up a person without even knowing that you are doing so. So, those ppl who retorted my reply last time can just slap themselves.
yes, i miss my new frenz alr. I am going to KIT with them all, and ya, hopefully we meet agn soon.
Friday, January 23, 2009
American Idol shwoopies!!!!
Yes AI just totally made my day, it never fails to put a smile on my face, be it the ridiculously hilarious singers or the really really great ones whose singing gives a million goosebumps, I could forget about all the worries, all the problems while watching AI.
It really made me believe the recent revelation that is "if you've got what it takes, no one could stand in your way"--even more. I tink all intelligent TV lizards can tell at first glance who can sing and who can not, or rather who's got it and who's not. it's like immediate, from the look, the way they carry themselves...its pretty damn obvious. Yes, i know "dun judge a book by its cover"...but...how about a bad book may have a good cover, but a good book may never have a bad cover. its pretty true with ppl oso i tink, its like some ppl just don from head to toe with lovelies with lovely names but still look like a piece of shit, or maybe a processed piece of shit, but still a piece of shit nonetheless; while some can just wear a simple bland tee and simple bland bottom and woala just blows u away.... well of course there are always the lovely ppl who look even more lovely with more lovely adornments on and about them, and the helpless people who couldn't and can't afford to look any better. so regarding looks, if you've got the beauty, even rags look like gowns in your light, but if you haven't got any beauty, you'll only let the lovelies steal the light away, like "oooh she's got a diamond ring! but i wont care less for who she is, all that she is, is the diamond only."
again, this is not just about looks, looks alone are just plain superficial, looks alone can only tell ppl a tiny portion about who and what you are. in being a person, ur brought up, ur content is what you are. i have just the perfect wrong example in my house. this is one who adorns himself with brands after brands after brands, and carries ladies' handbag (or i choose to see that way). no matter how sophiscated and supposingly "hunky" he looks on the outside, on the dinning table, he eats like a beggar. i don't tink he realises this, aside from the irritation his eating habits causes to the poor fellow dinning people, it is he who ultimately looks bad. (how about the image of a bling-looking pig eating a mudpie) i know its kinda mean for me to badmouth him all the time, (if u bother, he's the raging inspiration behind all my ranting posts) but why not use it when i have such convincing and convenient example at hand. I have said "he is not part of my life", i meant to be mean but i'd find it really hurtful if someone said tt to me, i cant help it, he just brings the worst out of me.
well back the point of the post, that if you've got the 实力, you cant be stopped, in fact people will give you a helping hand, this is what AI is doing. I bet all those people who came out saying "this show sux, kissmyXXX, im nver gonna watch this show again, ibet they duno how to sing themselves" will be the ones feeding on the show for survival themselves, lala, because they want to see how others can do worse than they did so to boost their injured egos, this is very understandable, and very funny to watch. then again, even tho some of them who din got it all, they still went and gave it go, the whole courage of it is heartening. its better than ppl who know they've got what it takes but lack the courage to show it.
for now, in this dire economic situation, i am expectedly gonna dorn rags and tree leaves in the near future, so ima not going to drool after clothes and shoes and bags anymore, ima going to scorn the spoiled brats who spend their parents' hard-earned money frivolously, and ima going to invest in things with much higher marginal returns eg. myself. yep...so Happy Nu Year, and may all's ang bao not shrink and have a prosperous year ahead!
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
nah i dun feel like blogging actually
go visit the webpage called "cute overload", it makes u tink the world is a better place.
Saturday, January 17, 2009
omg 辣。。。辣死人
My whole family is hooked on this super hot chapalang stuff we bought from this store in chinatown, we have...let's see...duck feet, duck wings, duck liver, duck heart and duck neck...yes all duck, and we love them, and we bought 重辣 for all, which is like ultimate level of 辣. I can safely eat everything except the duck feet, which is SUPER FUCKING 辣！！！I was watching my parents eat, coz i dont dare, wa then they eat until very HAPPY! So i Decided to try....and i only nibbled of one joint from the toe....my whole tongue felt like its on FIRE! wabiang, its 辣 to the max, so much that one small bit only I started tearing alr...and my Dad is still happily devouring the rest of it, and keep giving me the "OMG 好吃!" look........shit..........my threshold for 辣is nothing compared to my parents, how am I going to enjoy all the good food back in 成都 if i cannot eat 辣? it will be like going to a food expo and only able to drink tap water....so I have decided to climb the proficiency scale in 辣-eating. and so hopefully when i eventually graduate from it, i can go eat the “变态”辣味 with my parents, which is freaking popular back in 成都 now.
Saturday, January 10, 2009
i am very irritated
i am getting very irritated with everything, everyone, known or not known, i am just in the mood to find fault in everything and everyone around me.
fuck, i hate to organise outings, which is irritating and disappointing, for one ppl dont return ur calls and reply ur sms, only zillion hours later they tell u they are free coz they havn got a job...and freaking the day before the outing, only after i asked, they tell me they cannot make it! will it freaking hurt to tell me a bit earlier?? har! its yux and irritating! which is anyhow ask me to organise, happily tell me will confirm turn up, thn now leave me hanging.....wabiang, very happy izzit......sux........i should happily prepare a bucket of dung to throw at ppl that irritates me.
i hate reading ppls blogs who write like they are talking to someone, with no proper substance, just boring recounts of what had happened that day, it doesnt hurt to do it once in awhile but hello, blogs are not navigation journals, not for you to record what time u wake up, what time u leave house, what time u freaking take a shit in the poohole! its irritating to read this kind of blogs. and its even more irritating to know tht ppl do actually follow this kind of blog and comment that "hey love ur blog, keep it up!" i can just show u what i ate last night here, its much more interesting. yux...hypocrites and shallow little humans...they are to be squashed out one by one like the flies in the iphone game SWAT.
then again i hate to read blogs that are censorred and muffled, such tat aft u read time n time agn, i still duno what exactly the persons talking about, most of the time is things to do wif their significant other halves. like "omg i hate myself for not being caring enough...she was sick, and i said these and that kind of stuff...yux i hate myself" yes, i hate u too! chew on ur keyboard asshole!
sheesh....i find artsy ppl irritatin as well..(im saying this coz i am irritated now)...because of the air of arrogance around many of them......its just...they purposely speak with a different slang, walk wit a different style, act in a different manner...and i suppose that makes u one of kind, and possibly artsy...
ok to be fair, there are definetly real artsy ppl that sucks ur attention dry the moment they appear, like the air suddenly smells nicer and the world less insane when they are around. to be double fair again, these are the exotic minorities who actually mastered themselves, outside this circle of perfection is a hopeless bunch of ppl too trying and too far from perfect, suck on it suckers! i wish i had a bloody camera, so that i could capture proof, and probably show the contrast btw a goddess and a goddess-wannabe-but-failed-at-it.
thn again, i must say i love the lasalle campus, its really one of a kind, even tho i cant make out the meaning behind every piece of displayed art, or the architecture itself, some innate feelings stirs at the sight of them, and the whole atmosphere was artsy and probbing. like the "black hole" which is a pond with a human statue rising out of its depth...the word "(re)production" describes it so well, with a elusive connection btw black hole n production that seems to be there, but yet so undefined.
yes, i am positive that i am gg mad for the moment,i just lately realized that the world isnt a peaceful place that it had appeared to me for the past decade, it is filled with evil and sinister motives tat haunts u when u sleep. someone who lives right next to ur room can be a total stranger and may one day just rob u naked. sometimes i hate to see the underside of human nature, the vanity that keeps the financially crippled to keep scouring for branded materials, to satisfy that gapping whole of insecurity within by keeping up a bright appearance...stupid and disgusting. why the hell make urself so miserable in order to keep up the facade while inside u are just an insecure asshole who could still turn back if u just listened. but no, u chose to scorn n ignore words of kindness and wisdom, and so it is expected that one day u will end up with nothing.
as an example of irritating bloggers, this is what they do at the end of their posts. "ok, i tink i am very sleepy now, so i shall stop writing here k? goodnite everybody, i love you all very much! and she turns and goes to sleep. xoxo. love ya. muacks...." irritating or not?
fuck, i hate to organise outings, which is irritating and disappointing, for one ppl dont return ur calls and reply ur sms, only zillion hours later they tell u they are free coz they havn got a job...and freaking the day before the outing, only after i asked, they tell me they cannot make it! will it freaking hurt to tell me a bit earlier?? har! its yux and irritating! which is anyhow ask me to organise, happily tell me will confirm turn up, thn now leave me hanging.....wabiang, very happy izzit......sux........i should happily prepare a bucket of dung to throw at ppl that irritates me.
i hate reading ppls blogs who write like they are talking to someone, with no proper substance, just boring recounts of what had happened that day, it doesnt hurt to do it once in awhile but hello, blogs are not navigation journals, not for you to record what time u wake up, what time u leave house, what time u freaking take a shit in the poohole! its irritating to read this kind of blogs. and its even more irritating to know tht ppl do actually follow this kind of blog and comment that "hey love ur blog, keep it up!" i can just show u what i ate last night here, its much more interesting. yux...hypocrites and shallow little humans...they are to be squashed out one by one like the flies in the iphone game SWAT.
then again i hate to read blogs that are censorred and muffled, such tat aft u read time n time agn, i still duno what exactly the persons talking about, most of the time is things to do wif their significant other halves. like "omg i hate myself for not being caring enough...she was sick, and i said these and that kind of stuff...yux i hate myself" yes, i hate u too! chew on ur keyboard asshole!
sheesh....i find artsy ppl irritatin as well..(im saying this coz i am irritated now)...because of the air of arrogance around many of them......its just...they purposely speak with a different slang, walk wit a different style, act in a different manner...and i suppose that makes u one of kind, and possibly artsy...
ok to be fair, there are definetly real artsy ppl that sucks ur attention dry the moment they appear, like the air suddenly smells nicer and the world less insane when they are around. to be double fair again, these are the exotic minorities who actually mastered themselves, outside this circle of perfection is a hopeless bunch of ppl too trying and too far from perfect, suck on it suckers! i wish i had a bloody camera, so that i could capture proof, and probably show the contrast btw a goddess and a goddess-wannabe-but-failed-at-it.
thn again, i must say i love the lasalle campus, its really one of a kind, even tho i cant make out the meaning behind every piece of displayed art, or the architecture itself, some innate feelings stirs at the sight of them, and the whole atmosphere was artsy and probbing. like the "black hole" which is a pond with a human statue rising out of its depth...the word "(re)production" describes it so well, with a elusive connection btw black hole n production that seems to be there, but yet so undefined.
yes, i am positive that i am gg mad for the moment,i just lately realized that the world isnt a peaceful place that it had appeared to me for the past decade, it is filled with evil and sinister motives tat haunts u when u sleep. someone who lives right next to ur room can be a total stranger and may one day just rob u naked. sometimes i hate to see the underside of human nature, the vanity that keeps the financially crippled to keep scouring for branded materials, to satisfy that gapping whole of insecurity within by keeping up a bright appearance...stupid and disgusting. why the hell make urself so miserable in order to keep up the facade while inside u are just an insecure asshole who could still turn back if u just listened. but no, u chose to scorn n ignore words of kindness and wisdom, and so it is expected that one day u will end up with nothing.
as an example of irritating bloggers, this is what they do at the end of their posts. "ok, i tink i am very sleepy now, so i shall stop writing here k? goodnite everybody, i love you all very much! and she turns and goes to sleep. xoxo. love ya. muacks...." irritating or not?
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