That really drives home the point, doesn't it? Its a screwed up case of taking people for granted.
I am really impressed with SPG's blog and her inner thoughts! Shes got a really cool personality too, and the best thing is she knows it.
Its such a shame that those dimwits who think that they are so saintly and who has nothing better to do than to judge people are making her life miserable. It would seem that these fucking idiots are concentrating more on her nipples than her words and her writings. For fuck sake, just give her a break and let her nipple go will ya! They are just nipples! You have them too! What the fuck is wrong with seeing nipples! Babies suck on them, and occasionally you might even have sucked on them before too or your nipples might even be the target of sucking too and I dare say that you enjoyed it! So what the hell is wrong with showing a beautiful nipple?! Its just nipples, 2 brown little tiny patches of skin on your chest... Can also be pink or even black too.. Its part of your anatomy for Christ sake..!
Anyway, back to SPG's blog, which is so much more a better read than some mindless bantering on certain blogs..
Way to go girl..! And show more of your nipples! Slap those bloody tight-assed motherfuckers with your nipples! Slap them hard and show them the fun that you are having! LOL!
Thursday, June 30, 2005
Wednesday, June 29, 2005
Gotten chased while plucking mangoes!
Leon was telling us today that back in hometown of Fujian province, he used to have so much fun during his childhood, walking dogs, cows (yes cows!), having rabbits and guinea pigs for dinners (yikes!) and and the best of all, stealing his neighbours' mangoes! Hahahah!! Somehow he said that other people's mangoes just seem to taste a lot better than his family's ones..! Probably from the thrill of running from the really pissed-off owners! There was this time when he and his cousin went to steal his mangoes from a neighbour of his and end up his cousin got caught. The man tied the poor kid to the tree with his arms up above his head on a branch and instructed Leon to get money to 'bail" him out! Kaoz..!
And then it would also seem that such habits die hard. There was a group of friends who tried to steal mangoes from the courtyard in the Fuchow University (incidentally that was where my grandparents originated from!) and was chased by 3 guards. They ran of course and jumped into a lake to escape from their "chasers". They probably think that they had a chance of swimming away.. The problem was that one of them can't swim! Stupid!! So all their "chasers" need to do was to stand at the side of the lake and wait for them to get out of the water! Muahahahahahah!! This is hilarious!!! In the end, the chap who couldn't swim went to take up swimming lessons!! My toes are still laughing while I am writing this!! I had never heard of a more dumber thief! Muahahahaha!!!
And then it would also seem that such habits die hard. There was a group of friends who tried to steal mangoes from the courtyard in the Fuchow University (incidentally that was where my grandparents originated from!) and was chased by 3 guards. They ran of course and jumped into a lake to escape from their "chasers". They probably think that they had a chance of swimming away.. The problem was that one of them can't swim! Stupid!! So all their "chasers" need to do was to stand at the side of the lake and wait for them to get out of the water! Muahahahahahah!! This is hilarious!!! In the end, the chap who couldn't swim went to take up swimming lessons!! My toes are still laughing while I am writing this!! I had never heard of a more dumber thief! Muahahahaha!!!
Tuesday, June 28, 2005
Wednesday, June 22, 2005
My Babies!
C3
Originally uploaded by blurfroggie.
Got nothing to do on a terribly boring afternoon and not wanting to appear like I am slacking, I decided to mess up my table and update my blog, using email, again! Ain't I clever?
Went through my personal folders and found some rather interesting pictures. These are all my "babies". They are all under my charge, big trucks too. If only I can afford them! I think the Citroen C3 are kind of attractive, small, round and cute..
Speaking of trucks, I was at the yard last week trying to think of a way for the drivers to drive them out since the entrance/exit point was blocked. As usual, being the blur sotong that I am, I was looking at my cellphone and replying my boss instead of looking at the ground that I was walking. There was a 15 cm long rusty metal rod sticking out from the ground and I did not notice. So, the inevitable happened and the rod got entangled with my sandal and I sprained my foot. It was painful as hell! The most fortunate thing was that the rod was entangled with my right sandal instead of me stepping right ONTO the rod. Otherwise the rod would have pierced through my foot and I would be staked there like a scarecrow, and I would be updating my blog in the hospital instead of here.. Come to think of it, this possibility is very scary.. Ouch!
Birthday
Check this out!
Cool! Even my mum don know so much about the day I was born other than me staying in her tummy and refusing to come out until the sun went down!
And the Life-Path Number that describe me is rather accurate!!! Scary....
"A Life Path 7 person is a peaceful and affectionate soul, and by nature rather reserved and analytical. The overwhelming strength of the number 7 is reflected in the depth of thinking that is shown; you will garner knowledge from practically every source that you find. Intellectual, scientific and studious, you don't accept a premise until you have dissected the subject and arrived at your own independent conclusion. This is a very spiritual number and it often denotes a sort of spiritual wisdom that becomes apparent at a fairly early age. You need a good deal of quiet time to be with your own inner thoughts and dreams. You dislike crowds, noise and confusion. You are very thorough and complete in your work, the perfectionist who expects everyone else to be a meet a high standard of performance, too. You evaluate situations very quickly and with amazing accuracy. You rely heavily on your experiences and your intuition, rather than accepting advice from someone; your hunches usually prove to be very accurate, and knowing this, you are one who tends to follow the directions they seem to guide. It's easy for you to detect deception and recognize insincere people. You aren't one to have a wide circle of friends, but once you accept someone as a friend, it's for life. You really aren't a very social person, and your reserve is often taken to be aloofness. Actually, it's not that at all, but merely a cover up for your basic feeling of insecurity. You actually like being alone, away from the hustle and bustle of modern life. In many ways, you would have fit in better in much earlier times when the pace of life was less hectic.
In the most negative use of the 7 energies, you can become very pessimistic, lackadaisical, quarrelsome, and secretive. A Life Path 7 individual who is not living life fully and gaining through experiences, is a hard person to live with because of a serious lack of consideration and because there is such a negative attitude. The negative 7 is very selfish and spoiled. If you have any of the negative traits they are very difficult to get rid of because you tend to feel that the world really does owe you a living or in some way is not being fairly treated. Fortunately, the negative 7 is not the typical 7, at least not without some mitigating positive traits. This number is one that seems to have some major shifts from highs to lows. Stability in feelings may be elusive for you."
Cool! Even my mum don know so much about the day I was born other than me staying in her tummy and refusing to come out until the sun went down!
And the Life-Path Number that describe me is rather accurate!!! Scary....
"A Life Path 7 person is a peaceful and affectionate soul, and by nature rather reserved and analytical. The overwhelming strength of the number 7 is reflected in the depth of thinking that is shown; you will garner knowledge from practically every source that you find. Intellectual, scientific and studious, you don't accept a premise until you have dissected the subject and arrived at your own independent conclusion. This is a very spiritual number and it often denotes a sort of spiritual wisdom that becomes apparent at a fairly early age. You need a good deal of quiet time to be with your own inner thoughts and dreams. You dislike crowds, noise and confusion. You are very thorough and complete in your work, the perfectionist who expects everyone else to be a meet a high standard of performance, too. You evaluate situations very quickly and with amazing accuracy. You rely heavily on your experiences and your intuition, rather than accepting advice from someone; your hunches usually prove to be very accurate, and knowing this, you are one who tends to follow the directions they seem to guide. It's easy for you to detect deception and recognize insincere people. You aren't one to have a wide circle of friends, but once you accept someone as a friend, it's for life. You really aren't a very social person, and your reserve is often taken to be aloofness. Actually, it's not that at all, but merely a cover up for your basic feeling of insecurity. You actually like being alone, away from the hustle and bustle of modern life. In many ways, you would have fit in better in much earlier times when the pace of life was less hectic.
In the most negative use of the 7 energies, you can become very pessimistic, lackadaisical, quarrelsome, and secretive. A Life Path 7 individual who is not living life fully and gaining through experiences, is a hard person to live with because of a serious lack of consideration and because there is such a negative attitude. The negative 7 is very selfish and spoiled. If you have any of the negative traits they are very difficult to get rid of because you tend to feel that the world really does owe you a living or in some way is not being fairly treated. Fortunately, the negative 7 is not the typical 7, at least not without some mitigating positive traits. This number is one that seems to have some major shifts from highs to lows. Stability in feelings may be elusive for you."
My photos moving house soon!
"The Flickr team has up and moved this week to Californ-i-a and has
been singing Beach Boys songs non-stop since arrival. And you're
moving too!
We're moving each and every pixel, bit, and byte, all your data, lock,
stock, and barrel, from our humble server shack in Canada to our new
server palace in the U.S. of A!
This process will begin during the week of June 28 and will result in
speediness, stableness, and happiness. For more information, please
visit the FAQ about the data center move.
http://www.flickr.com/help.gne#94
Thank you, Flickreebies, for making Flickr such a wonderful place to
share, connect, and befriend. We love you! (In an entirely non-creepy
way."
- The Flickroobies
Woah, Canada to USA! My pictures and photos certainly have gone around the world! Posted in Singapore and moving from Canada to the USA!! Wow!
been singing Beach Boys songs non-stop since arrival. And you're
moving too!
We're moving each and every pixel, bit, and byte, all your data, lock,
stock, and barrel, from our humble server shack in Canada to our new
server palace in the U.S. of A!
This process will begin during the week of June 28 and will result in
speediness, stableness, and happiness. For more information, please
visit the FAQ about the data center move.
http://www.flickr.com/help.gne#94
Thank you, Flickreebies, for making Flickr such a wonderful place to
share, connect, and befriend. We love you! (In an entirely non-creepy
way."
- The Flickroobies
Woah, Canada to USA! My pictures and photos certainly have gone around the world! Posted in Singapore and moving from Canada to the USA!! Wow!
Tuesday, June 21, 2005
Pests!
Here I am again, having a very relaxed and boring afternoon in the office. For the past week, there was nothing much for me to do since the department's revenue has been dwindling and so has my duties. Who knows I might be out of job soon! Almost dozed off several times cos I had a heavy lunch. PIG!! Having some strong-brewed coffee at the moment and hopefully it will knock me awake. Decided to write some thoughts in the meantime to keep myself awake..
Have you notice that some people tend to walk with their nose in the air? These are the ones who have their heads in the clouds once they have achieved a certain level of recognization. They believed that they have already come far thus giving them some form of self-knighted privileges to look down on those whom they feel are not at their level. Its so ironic that their egos and arrogance are actually fuelled by a self-perceived form of success. Why would I say so? Simple, they are the ones who are mostly at the middle even lower management .They are proud of their successes even though they are severly limited. Its even more ironic that most of the people at the top do not exhibit such loathsome behaviour. Perhaps they truly understand the virtue of humility or they have seen the destruction of arrogance and pride so they are staying away from that path of destruction.
The problem is these high-headed creatures are everywhere! They have invaded every crevices of our living and working space and they bring with them their stench and filth! They are the real pests of the 21st century! I can already spot quite a few here already. They bow to those above them and sniffed at those below them. They treat others as invisible and have a knack of making others feel small, like a trampled ant! They are like a bunch of walking peacocks, though not necessarily as pretty or specutacular.
I had certainly seen my share of such people in LS and it certainly suck big time to be made to feel small and treated as worthless. My self-worth and self-confidence was so shredded that for a period, I actually believed that I was not meant for higher grounds. And even now in this new environment, I am still being reminded of these pests. My boss happens to be one of them. Its amazing how a man who is shorter than me can actually have a nose higher than me and made me feel smaller than him! Its fortunate that he knows about my credentials, otherwise he would be treating me like how hes been treating the interns. Disgusting...
I guess these creatures will continue to exist for as long as humanity exist. They are so pervasive that they will ooze into any crevices of your personal space and attack you by surprise until you are not even aware that you are allowing them take possession of you as your self-worth gets lighter and lighter. If only there is some form of reflective shield that can protect one from them. Whatever deprecating scrutiny they throw to you will then be reflected back and instead of you suffering, they are the ones who will feel small and worthless then! Cool!
Have you notice that some people tend to walk with their nose in the air? These are the ones who have their heads in the clouds once they have achieved a certain level of recognization. They believed that they have already come far thus giving them some form of self-knighted privileges to look down on those whom they feel are not at their level. Its so ironic that their egos and arrogance are actually fuelled by a self-perceived form of success. Why would I say so? Simple, they are the ones who are mostly at the middle even lower management .They are proud of their successes even though they are severly limited. Its even more ironic that most of the people at the top do not exhibit such loathsome behaviour. Perhaps they truly understand the virtue of humility or they have seen the destruction of arrogance and pride so they are staying away from that path of destruction.
The problem is these high-headed creatures are everywhere! They have invaded every crevices of our living and working space and they bring with them their stench and filth! They are the real pests of the 21st century! I can already spot quite a few here already. They bow to those above them and sniffed at those below them. They treat others as invisible and have a knack of making others feel small, like a trampled ant! They are like a bunch of walking peacocks, though not necessarily as pretty or specutacular.
I had certainly seen my share of such people in LS and it certainly suck big time to be made to feel small and treated as worthless. My self-worth and self-confidence was so shredded that for a period, I actually believed that I was not meant for higher grounds. And even now in this new environment, I am still being reminded of these pests. My boss happens to be one of them. Its amazing how a man who is shorter than me can actually have a nose higher than me and made me feel smaller than him! Its fortunate that he knows about my credentials, otherwise he would be treating me like how hes been treating the interns. Disgusting...
I guess these creatures will continue to exist for as long as humanity exist. They are so pervasive that they will ooze into any crevices of your personal space and attack you by surprise until you are not even aware that you are allowing them take possession of you as your self-worth gets lighter and lighter. If only there is some form of reflective shield that can protect one from them. Whatever deprecating scrutiny they throw to you will then be reflected back and instead of you suffering, they are the ones who will feel small and worthless then! Cool!
Sunday, June 19, 2005
Fucking weather
What the hell is wrong with the weather in Singapore? Its so damn fucking hot and humid! The whole house is like its on fire and the bloody fan does not even provide any reprive! Its even more worse when you are stuck at home with no place to go!
Fuck the stupid bloody fucking asshole weather in Singapore!! I hate living in Singapore. Nothing to do and still so bloody hot and humid! Fuck.
Fuck the stupid bloody fucking asshole weather in Singapore!! I hate living in Singapore. Nothing to do and still so bloody hot and humid! Fuck.
I got a watch! Finally!
HPIM0368
Originally uploaded by blurfroggie.
I finally got a watch! After a year and a half of not wearing one. And I must say I like this watch a lot! Especially the face.
Thanks Mr D! :D
The most important man in my life
I had a very strange nightmare last night. In my dream, I saw a plain field void of grass. The field was very dry and the gound was cracking. There was a large crane and my parents were perched right on top of the crane doing something with thick large cables. Beside the field, there was a large patch of land with very tall grass. Right in the middle of this patch of tall grass was a young black panther. Its fur was very shiny and glossy and it was lazing there yawning and sunning itself. I was walking from the grass to the field to my parents. Then I saw another black panther. This panther was the mother of the other one and she was beautiful. She was sleek and very large and she was pissed for some reason. So pissed that when she saw me, she ran towards me. I could even see her muscles moving when she was running towards me. I panicked and ran to my parents for help. I ran across the dried field towards the huge crane. My mom saw me and she wanted to protect me so much that she jumped down from the crane while my dad was shouting on the top.
Then the whole scene ended and the next thing I saw was my dad's funeral, killed by the panther while protecting me. I saw myself crying at his funeral. I saw his picture there and myself standing in front of a mirror, head bowed and tears dropping down onto the basin. I saw my colleagues and friends giving me their condolences and asking me to stop crying but I just cannot stop.
And the next moment I open my eyes. I realized that I was actually tearing in my sleep. My tears were rather warm when I woke up. I was so tired by the nightmare that I felt my body ached, like an bull elephant had just sat on me. I lied there immobile and continued tearing. I had a very heavy sense of loss and I felt very, very sad. For about half an hour, I felt very weak and just lied on the bed tearing, not crying, just tearing. I was thinking about losing my dad.
He is a very proud and conservative man. There were a lot of times when our ideas crashed and we would argue so vehemently that my mom had to step in to smoothe our fire. I got a lot of traits and characteristics from him. I even look a lot like him. He is a very patient man with very a very fiery temper once provoked. He is stubborn and he is a little controlling. From young, we were very scared of him. Whenever he lost his temper, we would be really scared like little kittens. When hes in a bad mood, he will throw his temper around. I probably got this trait from him and he would take his temper out on his surrounding objects whenever hes pissed.
When I reached my teens, the characteristics that I got from him become more prominent. I had a fiery temper to match him and when we quarrelled, it was crazy. There was a time when I told him off and said that he was being childish. That erupted to a very scary match of physical abilities between me and him. He slapped me and I fought back. I remembered throwing a chair at him and scratching his face while he almost used a knife on me. In the end, my mum and sis had to pulled us apart. I was so angry for a few weeks cos I felt like I lost in the battle. I was so vengeful that I tried to kill myself cos I know it would hurt him the most. I wanted him to feel pain for what he did to me.
Now that I am older, my dad's temper had sort of cool down a little. I am more mature and I am more understanding towards his actions. Hes a very loving father and he has never failed us. He will do anything to protect his family even though hes too proud to say it. He is very patient and explain his teachings to us slowly and make sure that we understand him throughly. Although I am always rebelling him and will argue with him just spite him, I am actually closer to him than my mom. The earliest memory I had of him was when I was just 4 or 5 years old. I was sick and cannot go to kindergarten. He was in the kitchen wearing his blue uniform preparing to go to work. I was telling him that I missed school and I really wanted to go. He smiled and said, "its ok, you will go when you are well enough." That was my earliest memory of him and I will remember that image forever.
Happy Father's Day.
Then the whole scene ended and the next thing I saw was my dad's funeral, killed by the panther while protecting me. I saw myself crying at his funeral. I saw his picture there and myself standing in front of a mirror, head bowed and tears dropping down onto the basin. I saw my colleagues and friends giving me their condolences and asking me to stop crying but I just cannot stop.
And the next moment I open my eyes. I realized that I was actually tearing in my sleep. My tears were rather warm when I woke up. I was so tired by the nightmare that I felt my body ached, like an bull elephant had just sat on me. I lied there immobile and continued tearing. I had a very heavy sense of loss and I felt very, very sad. For about half an hour, I felt very weak and just lied on the bed tearing, not crying, just tearing. I was thinking about losing my dad.
He is a very proud and conservative man. There were a lot of times when our ideas crashed and we would argue so vehemently that my mom had to step in to smoothe our fire. I got a lot of traits and characteristics from him. I even look a lot like him. He is a very patient man with very a very fiery temper once provoked. He is stubborn and he is a little controlling. From young, we were very scared of him. Whenever he lost his temper, we would be really scared like little kittens. When hes in a bad mood, he will throw his temper around. I probably got this trait from him and he would take his temper out on his surrounding objects whenever hes pissed.
When I reached my teens, the characteristics that I got from him become more prominent. I had a fiery temper to match him and when we quarrelled, it was crazy. There was a time when I told him off and said that he was being childish. That erupted to a very scary match of physical abilities between me and him. He slapped me and I fought back. I remembered throwing a chair at him and scratching his face while he almost used a knife on me. In the end, my mum and sis had to pulled us apart. I was so angry for a few weeks cos I felt like I lost in the battle. I was so vengeful that I tried to kill myself cos I know it would hurt him the most. I wanted him to feel pain for what he did to me.
Now that I am older, my dad's temper had sort of cool down a little. I am more mature and I am more understanding towards his actions. Hes a very loving father and he has never failed us. He will do anything to protect his family even though hes too proud to say it. He is very patient and explain his teachings to us slowly and make sure that we understand him throughly. Although I am always rebelling him and will argue with him just spite him, I am actually closer to him than my mom. The earliest memory I had of him was when I was just 4 or 5 years old. I was sick and cannot go to kindergarten. He was in the kitchen wearing his blue uniform preparing to go to work. I was telling him that I missed school and I really wanted to go. He smiled and said, "its ok, you will go when you are well enough." That was my earliest memory of him and I will remember that image forever.
Happy Father's Day.
Friday, June 17, 2005
Thursday, June 16, 2005
Thoughts
If you have the choice, would you choose the red pill and wake up from your dreams or the blue pill and continue to live your life as it is? Would you want to wake up to the reality and be free of control and face the real, cruel world or to choose the blue pill and continue to live your life in an ignorant but blissful existence? On the one hand, you would be living your life as it is, without disruptions to your daily mundane happenings, waking up, going to work, eat, sleep and then restarting the whole routine again. And on the other, you startled yourself from your daily schedule and awaken your consciousnes, starting your journey on finding the reason behind the your existence, even though the reality can be harsh, the journey tedious and full of bobby traps. Which would you choose? Are you willing to give up your familar and comfortable lifestyle for the unknown?
Have you ever wonder what its like if you were someone else? It does not necessarily mean that you have to be someone famous or someone great. It can be just anyone that you see on the street. It could be that lady across the road trying her best to cross over to your side of the road, the skinny little boy running towards you or the old man walking past you. Like a spider jumping from one person to another, peeping into their mind and see what they are feeling and thinking at the moment, understanding their thoughts and rationale for their actions. And knowing what they are thinking at that precise moment, what they are going to do in a few minutes and what they are thinking when they see you. Living their lives for a moment and then moving on to another person and then starting to understand another person's thoughts all over again. How wonderful if I have that kind of ability! Then I would be able to know what each and everyone is thinking, and know who are the evil ones and who are the good ones.
I saw a very stupid and weird mother today. She was heavy with child and yet she was riding on her hubby's bike on the CTE! Her tummy must have been like a 5kg bag of rice and I think she must be like 6 months into her pregnancy and yet she was riding on a speeding bike on the highway! Either she trust her hubby's driving skill so much or she was just plain stupid.
Had a mutton mutabak earlier. Not very nice because the mutton were tough and it had a very muttony stench. But the milo-dinosour was good, although the quantity of the milo powder was a little stingy. Not that I am a big fan of pratas but since Brian had a very heavy craving for pratas, I just went along with the rest... Hmm, its weird that he is the one having the cravings, I would expect Irene to have cravings for food..!
How in the world am I going to get a mini iPod?! I am still a little pissed that a certain stupid Gintai cheated me of my time on last Saturday.. I had a good mind to call him or maybe even to go to the address that he stated to let him have a taste of my temper..! That bloody bugger! Fuck.. Perhaps I should blame it on myself for being so gullible.. Sigh.. how can I learn to be more streetwise..... Live on the streets for a while? Then again, in Singapore, the streets are so much more gracious than any where else.. How to even be streetwise?!
Why is Darth Vader known as a Sith Lord? Since he is in his matallic armour, why not just named him STIFF Lord?! That would be very funny!! He does seem very stiff to me!!!
I am so sleepy now.. I am dozing off in front of my beloved iBook again. Seems like I am forever doing that and my eyebags are getting heavier. Haiz.. I work in the day from 8-6pm and then reach home by 7pm. Essentially, this means that I only got slightly more than 4 hours to do my own stuff, playing with my iBook, reading and stuff like that. And yes, I intend to go back to read, will be spending less time playing with my iBook. I can still remember the feeling of getting lost into a book. The feeling is euphoric..
Have you ever wonder what its like if you were someone else? It does not necessarily mean that you have to be someone famous or someone great. It can be just anyone that you see on the street. It could be that lady across the road trying her best to cross over to your side of the road, the skinny little boy running towards you or the old man walking past you. Like a spider jumping from one person to another, peeping into their mind and see what they are feeling and thinking at the moment, understanding their thoughts and rationale for their actions. And knowing what they are thinking at that precise moment, what they are going to do in a few minutes and what they are thinking when they see you. Living their lives for a moment and then moving on to another person and then starting to understand another person's thoughts all over again. How wonderful if I have that kind of ability! Then I would be able to know what each and everyone is thinking, and know who are the evil ones and who are the good ones.
I saw a very stupid and weird mother today. She was heavy with child and yet she was riding on her hubby's bike on the CTE! Her tummy must have been like a 5kg bag of rice and I think she must be like 6 months into her pregnancy and yet she was riding on a speeding bike on the highway! Either she trust her hubby's driving skill so much or she was just plain stupid.
Had a mutton mutabak earlier. Not very nice because the mutton were tough and it had a very muttony stench. But the milo-dinosour was good, although the quantity of the milo powder was a little stingy. Not that I am a big fan of pratas but since Brian had a very heavy craving for pratas, I just went along with the rest... Hmm, its weird that he is the one having the cravings, I would expect Irene to have cravings for food..!
How in the world am I going to get a mini iPod?! I am still a little pissed that a certain stupid Gintai cheated me of my time on last Saturday.. I had a good mind to call him or maybe even to go to the address that he stated to let him have a taste of my temper..! That bloody bugger! Fuck.. Perhaps I should blame it on myself for being so gullible.. Sigh.. how can I learn to be more streetwise..... Live on the streets for a while? Then again, in Singapore, the streets are so much more gracious than any where else.. How to even be streetwise?!
Why is Darth Vader known as a Sith Lord? Since he is in his matallic armour, why not just named him STIFF Lord?! That would be very funny!! He does seem very stiff to me!!!
I am so sleepy now.. I am dozing off in front of my beloved iBook again. Seems like I am forever doing that and my eyebags are getting heavier. Haiz.. I work in the day from 8-6pm and then reach home by 7pm. Essentially, this means that I only got slightly more than 4 hours to do my own stuff, playing with my iBook, reading and stuff like that. And yes, I intend to go back to read, will be spending less time playing with my iBook. I can still remember the feeling of getting lost into a book. The feeling is euphoric..
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
sarongpartygirl.blogspot.com
Tits really can do wonders, even in the world of blogging. Just look at the amount of attention that SPG's tits generated for her blog..! Then again, its really quite a nice pair of tits at that too, they are perky, they are firm and they are just of the right size, not humongous like the papaya that shes chewing nor small like the seeds of the same papaya. No wonder they helped SPG gathered throngs of fans to her site so much so that she exceeded her bandwidth!
Sometimes I really wonder whats the big deal about tits.. There are just a pair of flesh that only comes in handy, perhaps once or twice or even thrice during a woman's lifespan. Its just a pair of tits! I was even told that they are just milkbags! Ok, its a tad insulting to call woman's breasts milkbags, but come to think of it, its true! They are milkbags! And the only time it comes in handy is when they are needed to contain milk! However it would seem to many people, tits are like a pair of holy, sacred jewels. Perhaps its the idea that they are not always seen in public or perhaps its just out of curiousty that some people just like to look at them. Perhaps thats the true reason why SPG's blog generated so much attention, curious onlookers..
With so much attention generated over her blog, I have yet to read about one which commented her on her style of writing. If you even bother to read before zooming in on her pair of perky tits, you would find that she quite a good writer. She witty, shes daring and most of all, she has a stron stle of writing. She does not swear, much. And she does not write too much crap either, at least not that much that is expected of a 19 year old girl. Its quite an eye-opener to read about the stuff that she wrote, considering her age. She sound more like a 25 or even 30 year old woman. And the best thing about reading her blog is that her writing is so much more fresher than a certain famous Singaporean blogger, who for some reason like to rant and swear, much like a bimbo actually.
Some would condemn SPG as a slut for using her body to attract attention while others would say that shes a tough young lady who loves her body so much that she wants to show everyone the beauty of it. I say, shes just being herself. A blog is for the owner to express him/herself. Its her blog, she has all the rights in the whole damn bloody world to put whatever she wants, for Christ sake! Besides I happen to think posing in nude is rather cool. Like her, I think woman's body are the most beautiful piece of art ever created. If she has the courage to show it to the rest of the world, all the better! And I admired her courage for doing that.
Sometimes I really wonder whats the big deal about tits.. There are just a pair of flesh that only comes in handy, perhaps once or twice or even thrice during a woman's lifespan. Its just a pair of tits! I was even told that they are just milkbags! Ok, its a tad insulting to call woman's breasts milkbags, but come to think of it, its true! They are milkbags! And the only time it comes in handy is when they are needed to contain milk! However it would seem to many people, tits are like a pair of holy, sacred jewels. Perhaps its the idea that they are not always seen in public or perhaps its just out of curiousty that some people just like to look at them. Perhaps thats the true reason why SPG's blog generated so much attention, curious onlookers..
With so much attention generated over her blog, I have yet to read about one which commented her on her style of writing. If you even bother to read before zooming in on her pair of perky tits, you would find that she quite a good writer. She witty, shes daring and most of all, she has a stron stle of writing. She does not swear, much. And she does not write too much crap either, at least not that much that is expected of a 19 year old girl. Its quite an eye-opener to read about the stuff that she wrote, considering her age. She sound more like a 25 or even 30 year old woman. And the best thing about reading her blog is that her writing is so much more fresher than a certain famous Singaporean blogger, who for some reason like to rant and swear, much like a bimbo actually.
Some would condemn SPG as a slut for using her body to attract attention while others would say that shes a tough young lady who loves her body so much that she wants to show everyone the beauty of it. I say, shes just being herself. A blog is for the owner to express him/herself. Its her blog, she has all the rights in the whole damn bloody world to put whatever she wants, for Christ sake! Besides I happen to think posing in nude is rather cool. Like her, I think woman's body are the most beautiful piece of art ever created. If she has the courage to show it to the rest of the world, all the better! And I admired her courage for doing that.
Monday, June 13, 2005
Which Singaporean blogger are you?
Congratulations blurfroggie, you are...
Mr Miyagi of myveryownglob.blogspot.com
You are witty, and you know people from places. Those two qualities and others make you a very popular person among your peers, because they want to hear you dish out filthy backstage gossips. You also have a knack for inventing new words to suit yourself. You are a very loyal friend, and would jump into the ocean if your friend asked you to. And that's probably gonna happen if your friend gets too jealous of you getting all the girls/guys.
Friday, June 10, 2005
Garden of Earthly Delights
Garden of Earthly Delights
Originally uploaded by blurfroggie.
I have always been fascinated with the works of Hieronymous Bosch, especially after I read Michael Connelly's works. There is something that is so intriguing and mysterious about his works. The main theme of this works revolve around sins and the penalty of sins but the way he protrayed it is so beautiful.
My favourite is The Garden of Earthly Delights. In it, there are writhing human bodies enjoying the estascy of copulating. Men and women are freely engaging in acts of orgasmic mating. Everything seem just so carefree and delightful. Yet there is the constant presence of sins and evil, as protrayed by the owls and the weird looking creatures in the pictures.
"Bosch's most famous and unconventional picture is The Garden of Earthly Delights (c.1500; Prado, Madrid) which, like most of his other ambitious works, is a large, 3-part altarpiece, called a triptych. This painting was probably made for the private enjoyment of a noble family. It is named for the luscious garden in the central panel, which is filled with cavorting nudes and giant birds and fruit. The triptych depicts the history of the world and the progression of sin. Beginning on the outside shutters with the creation of the world, the story progresses from Adam and Eve and original sin on the left panel to the torments of hell, a dark, icy, yet fiery nightmarish vision, on the right. The Garden of Delights in the center illustrates a world deeply engaged in sinful pleasures."
Wednesday, June 08, 2005
Chopped horse..
horse 2
Originally uploaded by blurfroggie.
Just finished rewatching The Cell and saw this scene, a horse being choped at one stroke into many pieces. I was fascinated with this the first time and I was still fascinated with it the second time I watched this show. Although the whole idea of chopping a beautiful horse up is indeed sick but the idea is so twisted and the scene played out so beautifully that I just can't help but got fascinated by it.
Just take a look at the pictures. Its just perfect.
Sunday, June 05, 2005
老鼠爱大米
我听见你的声音
有种特别的感觉
让我不段想
不敢在忘记你
我记的有一个人
永远留在我心中
那怕只能够这样的想你
如果真的有一天
爱情理想会实现
我会加倍努力好好对你
永远不改变
不管路有多么远
一定会让它实现
我会轻轻在你耳边
对你说 对你说。。
我爱你
爱着你
就象老鼠爱大米
不管有多少风雨
我都会依然陪着你
我想你
想着你
不管有多么的苦
只要能让你开心，我什么都愿意
这样爱你
有种特别的感觉
让我不段想
不敢在忘记你
我记的有一个人
永远留在我心中
那怕只能够这样的想你
如果真的有一天
爱情理想会实现
我会加倍努力好好对你
永远不改变
不管路有多么远
一定会让它实现
我会轻轻在你耳边
对你说 对你说。。
我爱你
爱着你
就象老鼠爱大米
不管有多少风雨
我都会依然陪着你
我想你
想着你
不管有多么的苦
只要能让你开心，我什么都愿意
这样爱你
Choices (part 2)
Sometimes making choices can be so tough and easy at the same time.. You just need a little nudge at the back from someone or from an incident to help you along in your choices..
Sometimes, everything is actually so clear and so obvious to you but due to some obstacles, you are blinded. In the process, you became so confused and find it hard to make up your mind to decide on what you actually want.
Then, came along something or someone and make you see everything clearer and helped you indirectly in making your choices. And you will see that everything is actually so clear and obvious in the first place and you will actually be laughing at yourself why is it that you are so confused in the first place.
Thats how weird and funny things are..
But then again, upon making up your mind, you began to think if the choices that you made is wrong. The problem is that there are no ways that would allow you to peek into the future to see if the choices that you made is the right one and not filled with traps and voids that would lead to hurt and pain.
Thats how sickening life is..
Sometimes, everything is actually so clear and so obvious to you but due to some obstacles, you are blinded. In the process, you became so confused and find it hard to make up your mind to decide on what you actually want.
Then, came along something or someone and make you see everything clearer and helped you indirectly in making your choices. And you will see that everything is actually so clear and obvious in the first place and you will actually be laughing at yourself why is it that you are so confused in the first place.
Thats how weird and funny things are..
But then again, upon making up your mind, you began to think if the choices that you made is wrong. The problem is that there are no ways that would allow you to peek into the future to see if the choices that you made is the right one and not filled with traps and voids that would lead to hurt and pain.
Thats how sickening life is..
Saturday, June 04, 2005
Initial D
David taught me how to drive today! Yippee...! Finally got a chance to turn a steering wheel!
Before talking about that, let me just rattle a while on a really hilarious sight!
What actually happened was that the guys had to shift all the bus chassis from the original yard to free up space. For the benefits of all here, bus chassis are referring to buses without their outer cover. Just imagine a skeleton bus without any seats, (drive seat is only a wooden chair) and you can see all the parts and pieces of the interior bus. The thing can still be driven but its very dangerous cos there is no door or anything to protect the driver. Its actually illegal to drive such things ("things" cos its not a vehicle and yet not a machine, strictly speaking!) and if caught, the driver will be facing really stiff penalties.
Anyway, the guys spent the whole afternoon helping me shift the bus chassis to the new location and so I told Mike that I would help him do his permit since its quite a lot. After a while, I started to get really sleepy, probably due to my flu and so I called Mike to tell him that I was going off, but he asked me to come out and said he wanted to show me some funny magic. Out of curiousty, I decided to humour him. Besides, I was free for the rest of the late afternoon anyway. So I went out and found him there waiting for me in a very lok kok Ford Laser.
"Hop aboard, I want to show you a very funny thing! Wait a while first, they are coming.."
So we sat there in his lork kok Ford and waited.
After about 10mins, I saw 3 funny looking trailers with 3 very uncomfortable men driving them speeding towards us! At first I had difficulty recognizing them and then I realized that its actually the guys driving the bus chassis! They were looking very out of the place and James almost dropped off his wooden seat cos the road is very bumpy! I was laughing and slapping my thighs at the sight! Man, the whole thing is so goddamn hilarious!!! Kaoz!! Imagine 3 grown men who are really good drivers by the way, having difficulty staying put in their seats and manipulating the vehicles that they are driving!
Anyway, I accompanied Mike the whole afternoon fetching the 3 guys to and fro the new and old yard cos the distance was quite long. It was quite fun actually cos these guys are really a fun lot, althoughs sometimes I had difficulty understanding them since they are actually PRC and speak with a very strong Mainland Hokkien accent. The other most interesting thing that happened during the whole shifting process was that the lousy Ford Laser decided to give up on us. At that time, only me and Mike were in the car, the rest were driving the bus chassis illegally across the road. While driving across a very rough patch of land, the bloody Ford gave a few splutters and died on us! Mike was trying his darndest to start the Ford while I was busying laughing my head off at the whole situation! In the end, he managed to get the Ford across to the side and we hopped onto a new car, this time a Nissan Cefiro! Cool car! Like what James said, "a car fit for napping while eating snake in the afternoon, with leather seats and all!"
After the shifting work, Mike wanted to drive me back to the office but Daivd offered to teach me how to drive cos I was lamenting about not knowing how to drive and its such a disgrace to my department since we are dealing with cars! I was more than happy to learn from him, afterall I had time on my hand today and got nothing better to do! Daivd promised me that after 2 days of training under him, I would be ready to take the driving test and can even wow the tester with my new found driving skils! Before I elaborate further on my driving adventures, let me rattle a little on Daivd.
David is a PRC who has been working here for 2 years. He used to be in the army back in the Mainland and hes one of the best drivers I have ever seen! He told me that back in the academy, the instructors were really tough, any mistakes made while driving would earn him a punch to the head on the spot. And the cars driven there are so lousy that they should be scrapped long ago! To digrest a little, Daivd is also quite good looking! Hes tanned, really tanned cos hes working under the sun the whole day. And hes awfully tall too.. Imagine a tanned, tall man manipulating a car, doing stunts like turning sharply and spraying dirt with the car! Wow! Cool!
Ok, enough of my drooling! Back to the main topic....
So Daivd made me drive the green Nissan Cefiro around! Cool! First car I got to drive and it was a Xi-Fei-Lou! Hah! Even though the distance between the seats and the accelerator was too far and I had to push the seat all the way in........ After a while, he picked another car, a Corolla this time cos its smaller and easier for me to manipulate..
So I spent the whole afternoon driving, speeding (yes!), turning, braking and more turning in the yard with David. Shiok! I had the whole yard to myself cos its practically empty. Its about the size of a football field and I had so much space to manipulate! Although, there were times when I gave David shocks of his life.. Times like when I turned too sharply and almost lang-gah the container trailers or the other cars parked there, times like when I almost drove into ledges or drains and most shocking of all, times when i mistook the accelerator for brake and stepped on it when I was supposed to brake! Luckily Daivd was very alert and pulled the handbrake immediately, otherwise me and him might just spent the whole night trying to think of excuses on why the car was hit!
All in all, my shifu said I am a fast learner and I was very comfortable with the steering wheel for a first timer! He even asked me if I had touched a steering wheel before cos I steered like a driver! (Gleeful smile!) And he said he is sure that I would be able to pass my driving test on my first try! Cool!!
Ok, Initial D, here I come! :D
Before talking about that, let me just rattle a while on a really hilarious sight!
What actually happened was that the guys had to shift all the bus chassis from the original yard to free up space. For the benefits of all here, bus chassis are referring to buses without their outer cover. Just imagine a skeleton bus without any seats, (drive seat is only a wooden chair) and you can see all the parts and pieces of the interior bus. The thing can still be driven but its very dangerous cos there is no door or anything to protect the driver. Its actually illegal to drive such things ("things" cos its not a vehicle and yet not a machine, strictly speaking!) and if caught, the driver will be facing really stiff penalties.
Anyway, the guys spent the whole afternoon helping me shift the bus chassis to the new location and so I told Mike that I would help him do his permit since its quite a lot. After a while, I started to get really sleepy, probably due to my flu and so I called Mike to tell him that I was going off, but he asked me to come out and said he wanted to show me some funny magic. Out of curiousty, I decided to humour him. Besides, I was free for the rest of the late afternoon anyway. So I went out and found him there waiting for me in a very lok kok Ford Laser.
"Hop aboard, I want to show you a very funny thing! Wait a while first, they are coming.."
So we sat there in his lork kok Ford and waited.
After about 10mins, I saw 3 funny looking trailers with 3 very uncomfortable men driving them speeding towards us! At first I had difficulty recognizing them and then I realized that its actually the guys driving the bus chassis! They were looking very out of the place and James almost dropped off his wooden seat cos the road is very bumpy! I was laughing and slapping my thighs at the sight! Man, the whole thing is so goddamn hilarious!!! Kaoz!! Imagine 3 grown men who are really good drivers by the way, having difficulty staying put in their seats and manipulating the vehicles that they are driving!
Anyway, I accompanied Mike the whole afternoon fetching the 3 guys to and fro the new and old yard cos the distance was quite long. It was quite fun actually cos these guys are really a fun lot, althoughs sometimes I had difficulty understanding them since they are actually PRC and speak with a very strong Mainland Hokkien accent. The other most interesting thing that happened during the whole shifting process was that the lousy Ford Laser decided to give up on us. At that time, only me and Mike were in the car, the rest were driving the bus chassis illegally across the road. While driving across a very rough patch of land, the bloody Ford gave a few splutters and died on us! Mike was trying his darndest to start the Ford while I was busying laughing my head off at the whole situation! In the end, he managed to get the Ford across to the side and we hopped onto a new car, this time a Nissan Cefiro! Cool car! Like what James said, "a car fit for napping while eating snake in the afternoon, with leather seats and all!"
After the shifting work, Mike wanted to drive me back to the office but Daivd offered to teach me how to drive cos I was lamenting about not knowing how to drive and its such a disgrace to my department since we are dealing with cars! I was more than happy to learn from him, afterall I had time on my hand today and got nothing better to do! Daivd promised me that after 2 days of training under him, I would be ready to take the driving test and can even wow the tester with my new found driving skils! Before I elaborate further on my driving adventures, let me rattle a little on Daivd.
David is a PRC who has been working here for 2 years. He used to be in the army back in the Mainland and hes one of the best drivers I have ever seen! He told me that back in the academy, the instructors were really tough, any mistakes made while driving would earn him a punch to the head on the spot. And the cars driven there are so lousy that they should be scrapped long ago! To digrest a little, Daivd is also quite good looking! Hes tanned, really tanned cos hes working under the sun the whole day. And hes awfully tall too.. Imagine a tanned, tall man manipulating a car, doing stunts like turning sharply and spraying dirt with the car! Wow! Cool!
Ok, enough of my drooling! Back to the main topic....
So Daivd made me drive the green Nissan Cefiro around! Cool! First car I got to drive and it was a Xi-Fei-Lou! Hah! Even though the distance between the seats and the accelerator was too far and I had to push the seat all the way in........ After a while, he picked another car, a Corolla this time cos its smaller and easier for me to manipulate..
So I spent the whole afternoon driving, speeding (yes!), turning, braking and more turning in the yard with David. Shiok! I had the whole yard to myself cos its practically empty. Its about the size of a football field and I had so much space to manipulate! Although, there were times when I gave David shocks of his life.. Times like when I turned too sharply and almost lang-gah the container trailers or the other cars parked there, times like when I almost drove into ledges or drains and most shocking of all, times when i mistook the accelerator for brake and stepped on it when I was supposed to brake! Luckily Daivd was very alert and pulled the handbrake immediately, otherwise me and him might just spent the whole night trying to think of excuses on why the car was hit!
All in all, my shifu said I am a fast learner and I was very comfortable with the steering wheel for a first timer! He even asked me if I had touched a steering wheel before cos I steered like a driver! (Gleeful smile!) And he said he is sure that I would be able to pass my driving test on my first try! Cool!!
Ok, Initial D, here I come! :D
Thursday, June 02, 2005
surgeries
I just realized that I have actually underwent 2 surgeries within a span of 3 mths. First it was my 2 stupidity teeth and then now its my 2 eyes. Fwah!
What next? My 2 boobs next? Hmm... Maybe I should just go for some liposuction for them!!!!!! LOL! That would be so convenient for me!!!
What next? My 2 boobs next? Hmm... Maybe I should just go for some liposuction for them!!!!!! LOL! That would be so convenient for me!!!
Wednesday, June 01, 2005
Sick and Tired
Have you been judged before on the way you look and the way you act? Have you been told that you are stupid cos u did not perform up to expectations and then being labelled as dumb and an idiot? Have you been told by people that cos of the way you look, they don really expect much from you?
I am so sick of being called blur and stupid and easily manipulated cos I allowed people to take advantage of me. I am so bloody sick of being told that I can only do certain jobs cos I don look capable enough to handle the tough ones and I am so fucking sick of being pushed around by people when I am helpful to them. And I am most sick by people who take me for granted. I hate being taken for granted.
Fucking sick and tired of facing all these and one of these days when my tolerance cannot take it any longer, I am going to run away from all these, by hook or by crook.
I am so sick of being called blur and stupid and easily manipulated cos I allowed people to take advantage of me. I am so bloody sick of being told that I can only do certain jobs cos I don look capable enough to handle the tough ones and I am so fucking sick of being pushed around by people when I am helpful to them. And I am most sick by people who take me for granted. I hate being taken for granted.
Fucking sick and tired of facing all these and one of these days when my tolerance cannot take it any longer, I am going to run away from all these, by hook or by crook.
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