Sunday, April 30, 2006
Granny... You ROCK!!!I was thinking about all the horror stories on how SOME children nowadays treat their parents. One story i heard has the daughter asking her mum for money to go on a holiday (when she has no work and hence no money of her own to go and study). The family is not well off, and in fact the mum is the only one holding 2 jobs and struggling to make ends meet because her husband has also stopped working. The daughter has just gone for a holiday a few months back at her mother's expence. So needless to say, mum said NO, and her daughter says: " If you can't afford to give us these things, why did you give birth to us in the first place??"
WHAT THE FUCK is this girls problem???!!? Kah nee nau hia! I was thinking of all the mean things i could've said to her if i were her parent... but then i remembered 2 things MY grandmother (eurasian side) ever said to her kids (my dad and uncles):
"I brought you into this world, I can bloody well take you OUT."
and
"I don't think i ever really gave birth to you, cos I think you (my father) and your brother (my uncle kelvin) came out from my ass."
Bwahahaha my granny was such a bitch! I love it! kekekekeke. I'm sure she's freakin out everyone in the Other World!
Thursday, April 27, 2006
HAH! I know you're not marking your papers and searching the Googleblogs ms Vivien Won!! Get back to work!!!!! hahahhahahahahah
-Shane
A small, cold note.I have finally realised that the NUS aircon system SUCKS because it doesn't have a fan function. It just blows cold air to reduce the overall temperature to whatever you want, but after that air doesn't circulate so you end up feeling damn hot cos the hot air is just rising above and around you. And it doesn't help when during the cooling process people keep turning off the aircon cos the vent just happens to be blowing in their direction. Conclusion: They're getting cold, and they therefore assume that the entire room is cold, but the fact of the matter is it hasn;t even remotely reached the optimum temp, which is what the blastard thermostat and aircon is supposed to do. FREAKS!!!!! If you're cold just put it to +0.0 you cocks (and cat parts)!!!
Saturday, April 15, 2006
I Fckin' went to Brisbane and Came back with FishThe weekend trip to Brizzy for 3 days and Sydney for 1 was fantastic. Had some father-son bonding time... although towards the end he started behaving like a noisy immature kid by making a nuisance of himself at the airport and on the plane. Still, it made me feel like a jet-setter and I loved the escape from the mind-numbing job of socio-analyzing the SBB movement 24/7... whoopeee~! Stayed in Pa's friend's place in Brisbane. The only downside? The buggers made me sleep in
THIS.
I won't deny it... it was comfortable though! kekekeke
The formidable fishing team is assembled!
After breaking the line once, pa finally got a big one... Yellowtail Tuna! yummeeee!
It was a tough battle in rough seas and against biting autumn winds... almost got thrown overboard when we were reef fishing cos the boat was being tossed like crazy, so we spent a lot of time and effort trying to balance, stay warm, and fish, all while smiling for the camera....
... but, well, most of the time I was doing this.
In all, I got rewarded with a bass of somekind (the one on the left). Cool huh? Bastard weighed a ton. Taking this picture was a pain.
Then dinner - SUPER fresh crabs and prawns off the harbour! I can never go back to eating any seafood in Singapore again after this! It was just so sweeeeeet!!! And right off the harbour!
Once we reached Sydney, my pa showed signs of stress. Maybe he couldn't handle BOTH me and bro at the same table of nonsense at the same time hahahaha.
If this doesn't show up blame my lack of technical ability or LJ cut. Anyway it looks pretty gross:
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
I'm off to Brisbane for fishing then Sydney to see my brother (at my father's expense, of course, not mine, NUS doesn't pay me nearly enough. Uh, i mean NUS is very generous, uh... um, hmm.)
See you all and miss me by gosh golly gees!
Tuesday, April 04, 2006
Monday, April 03, 2006
I had two classes today. First one was all right... moderately responsive. Second one was a total DEE ZARS STIR. I swear, they ALL stared blankly. Not one, not two. ALL. It really felt like speaking to a class that spoke only Japanese. I was so frustrated I even asked "You all understand?? No speak -a da Eng Lish?". And they all stared. One guy kind of shrugged.
BLANK.
I told them they had a choice. " I need 4 groups of 5. You can split into your own groups, or would you like me to do it for you?"
BLANK.
"Eh, like that also no opinion ah??? Wa lau eh!"
BLANK.
2 Hours of BLANKness.
If I had a gun, it wouldn't be
BLANK.
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I applied to a certain gah men body to ask for information about this particular spiritual movement that i am researching, ie. what do they classify this group under? (because i find out that even those applying to be a registered group is not told what they are classified under.) Interesting right? And what typical answers do i get?
We at XXX do not classify them.
You can find the information on our website.
What a horrible lie. If this information were a secret, then nevermind cos I can understand that. But it's not! I can bloody well get that information (and more similar ones) in the library! It's just that more of these groups have registered since the available data in the library and i wanted to reconfirm it. I guess that person was just bloody LAZY to do any Goddamn work. And website?? Sure, where you have to pay freakin $40 a pop for each document.. and why?? Why are we PAYING for information that is supposed to be free you dumb fcks??? Did you know that if you want a copy of your OWN constitution as an official document you have to PAY FOR IT???!?
Weber was SO right... all these bloody bureaucrats running the show and thinking that they are god. Whoever thought rationalizing the gah men and s-Evil surviss was a great way for efficiency and information sharing was a fcking COCKHEAD.
I wanna tear off someones' head and shit down their throat! I wanna pluck out their eyeballs and make tang yuan! Pencil pushers, Fcking Child murderers, fat people who block my way in the escalator then stare at me when i push past them! Right up there with cockroaches and mosquitoes you fcking bastards!!! Chee Baiiiiii kah nee nah!!!!
Need beer. Beer. Beeeeerrrrrrrrhmmmmmbeeeeerrrrrrrr....
Sunday, April 02, 2006
Check this out. Written by a druggie. Damn interesting!
Jim Hogshire
The Pill as the Holy Eucharist
The unrealistic view of pills is possible because of what we call the 'holy pill' syndrome. Pills are viewed by society as something holy, sort of a Eucharist.
In this analogy, the pill - or host - is capable of miraculous things but only if treated in a certain ritualistic way. Thus, a high priest (your doctor) must first authorize its use i accordance with proper canon. It must be further consecrated by another level of priest (your pharmacist) who will place it into your outstretched hands from a counter three feet above your head.
You must not vary from the bottle's holy procedures. You may not transfer any of the pills in the bottle to another person or else something unspeakable may happen.
When pills are handled by lay people, they can become hideous things, instruments of death, sowers of discord. Drugs routinely used by psychiatrists in the USA to treat schizophrenics were the very ones used by the evil Soviets to 'torture' patients in its mental hospitals. Mom's Darvon is for Mom only. If anyone else takes the pill consecrated for Mother's use, they are abusing it. To act on your need for antibiotics without prescription is also heretical. It is also irreligious, not to mention illegal, to manufacture your own medicine without a license - tantamount to permission from the Bishop.
From the Howard Marks Book of Dope Stories,Vintage, 2001.
