Wednesday, May 31, 2006



i'm very happy today.

because i gots NEW CDS.


okay yeah in other news...

er. there is no other news because i gots no life.

but nevermind that

i HATE the freakin' weather


ehhhhhhh..... X_X

sun sun go away

come again another day

little ag wants to play

play play play play play

and did i mention i gots new cds?


Monday, May 29, 2006

what's in da iTunes

filler post.

>> White Rabbit >> Jefferson Airplane

>> One Tin Soldier Rides Away >> Joni Mitchell

>> Summertime >> Janis Joplin & Jimi Hendrix

>> The Rainbow Connection >> Kermit the Frog

>> The Last of the Famous International Playboys >> Morrissey

>> Build Me Up Buttercup >> The Foundations

>> New York New York >> Frank Sinatra

>> This is Jazz >> Miles Davis

i want new cds. :/

i want new cDs. :|

i want new CDs. :

i want new CDS. :)

Saturday, May 27, 2006

< lib1790 > so, at this college there was an extra credit question "Is hell endothermic or exothermic"
this is what one kid wrote:

First, we postulate that if souls exist, then they must have some mass.
If they do, then a mole of souls can also have a mass. So, at what rate are souls moving into hell and at what rate are souls leaving? I think that we can safely assume that once a soul gets to hell, it will not leave. Therefore, no souls are leaving.
As for souls entering hell, lets look at the different religions that exist in the world today. Some of these religions state that if you are not a member of their religion, you will go to hell. Since, there are more than one of these religions and people do not belong to more than one religion, we can project that all people and all souls go to hell.
With birth and death rates as they are, we can expect the number of souls in hell to increase exponentially.

Now, we look at the rate of change in volume in hell. Boyle's Law states that in order for the temperature and pressure in hell to stay the same, the ratio of the mass of souls and volume needs to stay constant.
So, if hell is expanding at a slower rate than the rate at which souls enter hell, then the temperature and pressure in hell will increase until all hell breaks loose (i.e.,Hell is exothermic).
Of course, if hell is expanding at a rate faster than the increase of souls in hell, than the temperature and pressure will drop until hell freezes over (i.e.,Hell is endothermic).

So which is it? If we accept the postulate given by Ms.Therese Banyan during my freshman year, "That it will be a cold night in hell before I go out with you," and take into account the fact that I still have not succeeded in having a relationship with her, the second case cannot be true. Therefore, hell is exothermic. the kid was the only one who got credit

< evilada >: Best suicide plan ever
< mcm310 >: what is it?
< evilada >: you go up to the top of a roof
< evilada >: string piano wire tight across the front edge at neck level
< evilada >: tie a cord to your foot and the other end to the building so that you'll be above sidewalk level when its fully stretched
< evilada >: then you put super glue on your hands
< evilada >: and put your arms around the front of the wire and then back to touch your head
< evilada >: then you lean forward, so the piano wire cuts your neck but not your elbows
< evilada >: when the cord goes taut, youll be hanging upside down with no head....except your head will be in your outstretched arms thanks to gravity and the glue, staring at someone upside down and spewing blood everywhere.
< evilada >: And some poor bastard will be traumatized for LIFE.
< mcm310 >: i dont think i can be your friend anymore

yeah how original. go me.


oh yes all these were copy and pasted from << awesome site. the html screwed up the < xxxx > which was why you couldn't see the names.

no credit for the suicide plan either.

but i have several in mind. interested parties please msg.


Thursday, May 25, 2006

An excerpt

"First off, she was wearing a hat that must have had at least two stuffed birds, if not three, not to mention a big blue bow and a couple dozen flowers. Hat like that stands out in a crowd. I hoped we didn't end up sitting behind her in church, because it was so high even Hiram wouldn't have been able to see over it if he was sitting down.

But that wasn't all you noticed about the lady, though I'll admit a real gentleman wouldn't have been thinking such things. If she'd been a plow horse, she would have needed an extra big collar - she had one of the biggest, deepest chests I'd ever seen on a woman. She carried it thrust well out in front of her and was following it very determined like. She couldn't hardly help it, since it was aimed straight at the church door. It wasn't that she was fat, mind you, because she wasn't. But she was built mighty solid."

"That lady," says Hiram, "is Mrs Julius T. Carter. I thought you oughta know. She's a widow lady and she's bound and determined to get her daughter, Miss Sophronia, married off that she won't let any bachelor in town who's not a drunk or in jail get by without a howdydo. If she ever gets you backed up to the fence, so to speak, well..." He didn't say what would happen, but he shook his head real sad and sort of tsk tsked, and then he scrunched up his forehead as if it pained him even to think about it.

It wasn't until he mentioned the daughter that i noticed the tall, slim lady following after Mrs. Carter. Have to admit, any man would tend not to notice her if her mother was around. She was dressed in brown and there was a small brown bow on her straw hat, but no birds or flowers or anything. The hat sort of blended in with all the brown hair she had piled up on top of her head. She didn't wear any of the fancy curls that ladies seem to like these days, and her suit was real plain, too. Neat and trim, but plain.

Most of all, though, she hadn't been blessed with her mother's bossom. Fact is, she was pretty near flat as my best plowed field, and she didn't seem to have made much effort to hide that fact because her jacket was plain and neat, but didn't have any of those ruffles and folds and whatnot that ladies usually wear, usually the flat-chested ones. As if a man couldn't tell the difference.

As i say, a real gentleman wouldn't have noticed, but I've never made any claim to being a gentleman, even if Mama always said the girls chased after me because I was polite as well as good looking. Mama was confused about a lot of things, and it never did surprise me to know she was confused about her only son along with everything else."

Summer Fancy - Anne Avery

* i'm taking a break right now. BAHHHH... off to my annual report"

Tuesday, May 23, 2006

oh yeah oh yeah oh yeahhhh

i finished my layout and design final project. + print.

poster and direct mailer for a designer we picked randomly out of a box.

i got bradbury thompson.

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so this is the poster. yeah. duh.

maybe post the direct mailer up when i have time because


one more annual report to go.

and then i'm free.




i n e e d s l e e p . . .

Saturday, May 20, 2006

taxi conversations

just back from carol's place! thanks for the great food and books! and lomo cam! and hard disk drive! XDDDDD
she's got great pictures from arizona!

took taxi back cos the heat was just UNBEARABLE... X_X

and taxi uncle was really funny.

he was changing shift (bedok) so one chinese guy in front of me wanted to go bukit batok. eheh. so i got the taxi instead.

"eh, you know these china people overtaking our country? just now that guy ah, dunno how to read the sign. i say go BEDOK he say go BUKIT BATOK. alamak..

yeah lah.. then anyhow flick the cigarette. so i tell him this is singapore cannot anyhow litter.


yeah lah. you know ah, a lot of my friends kena cheated by those crows. NO JOKE!

got this friend ah, he own kopitiam one. divorce wife and leave the children for the china woman. then buy her big house in china. then she left him. aiyah. then now he everyday sit in the kopitiam like he just come out from the Woodbridge. gong-gong one. all the money cheated.


Why he dowan his wife and children ah. Aiyah... the china woman skin smooth smooth, fair fair, they make love better than your wife! of course you choose her right!


NO LAH! how i know ah. aiyah, my friends tell me lah! i dun like to play play with them ah. dunno what disease they have, you know.

just now i was in geylang lorong eight i picked up a PROS!

she took to lorong twenty-one and told me no money. so ask me if i want to play.



yeah lah.. you know ah.. always happen one la. NO JOKE you know!

always ah.. say no money no money then ask you want to play.

i always chase them out of my taxi ah.


oh. yeah always happen. becoz they know taxi uncle got cash mah. one time twenty-thirty dollars.

aiyah... if they say no money then is suay lor, cannot search her body for cash right?

my friend kena cheated by a pros.

she say don't go hotel, go her house; save money.

then my friend ask her how much, she say 30 dollars.

so my friend say okay and follow her back lor.

then when they finish sex,

she say pay 100 dollars! if not she call the police and say he rape her!

you know in the book right. we go course and study ah.

they say taxi drivers cannot go to their house, or bring them to our house.

car parks and under the trees also cannot.

wait they say you rape them how?

but HOTELS nevermind.

because if they go hotels, they are PROS what. so they willing to have sex. cannot claim you rape them mah.

yeah my friend stupid lah. only hotels you know. any other place cannot. but if you not scared can report them to the police. then they cannot come back singapore.


orh. so stop where?

here? okay.

5 dollars.

(meter says 5.70)

no lah no need! 5 dollars can already lah.

nono no need lah! this is earn extra only, i going to change shift.

aiyah, i say no need then no need lah.

don't leave anything behind hor.

*turns around to check*

okay you can go. never leave anything behind.

have a nice day ah girl.


i always meet funny taxi uncles. heh. i *hearts* funny taxi uncles. eheheheh. especially those who give me discount.


happy. happy happy. and jinxed.


anyways. the 40++" plasma tv came today.

:/ my uncle bought it for us. -_-""

it's like gimongous.

bah. and i can finally watch all the channels downstairs.

Tuesday, May 16, 2006


i realized.


some people.











these buncha guys were playing with pads in the design studio today.

filled it up with water

and slapped it all around the studio.

it provided countless hours of fun.

and to think they were all at least 19 y.o.


< e d i t >

it gets a little...

unnerving sometimes.

when people you used to be friends with



totally.. weird... freak........

very very unnerving.

you think sometimes how your lives could become so unconnected when you used to be attached at the hip

and then you feel left out

and used

and abused

(nah. just being a drama-mama there.)

still. it's pretty. sad; ya know?


Monday, May 15, 2006

big ass fart.

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i think i may have broke the record for the longest fart.


i farted at least 10 seconds. i think.

after yesterday's cabbage dinner.

my stomach was roiling about and i thought i had food poisoning or at least a big dump of shit.

as it turns out.

it was alllllll gasssssssssssssss........

in other news :

i've updated phreaque-art!

yes. finally. i know. :X

Tuesday, May 09, 2006


okay i just returned from a "masterclass"

please. it was like pure torture.

the designer was incoherent.

the people asked stupid fucking questions.

awkward silences ensues...

and some stupid person had to break the silence by asking another question.

and the designer couldn't answer questions properly.

cliched answers.

it's like asking

"where's the horse's head?"

and him replying

"oh the cow buttock very smelly."

and some smartass had to ask the

"so what have you learnt in blah blah blah... type questions"

to which he answered very lamely.

and then i got fucking pissed with the entire fiasco.

so when we had a "walk about" session to interact with the designer more intimately,

i asked him like


just purely to get on his nerves.

(and also because i believed he couldn't answer intelligent questions.)

it's like

a revenge

for the time i wasted travelling and sitting through the masterclass,

for the time i had to seat through stupid questions and listen to stupid answers

for the amount of disgusting time spent with TTC sitting next to me.

so i pretty much got on his nerves. questioning his ability and asking lameass questions.

not the most advised course of action.. but i was like super pissed. and i wanted him to be pissed too.


i hate wasting my time on shit like this when i could have been reading my fanfiction.


even though i made myself sound really stupid

even though i totally discredited my intellect

even though i totally discredited my school

i have to admit;

watching his irritated face...

was like a balm to my tortured soul.


therefore. i don't regret it one bit. at all.

i rocks.

i totally rocks.


*in other news*

i believe the heat has short circuited my brain

and therefore

from now

you are going to get alot of lame shit from me

plus a whole lot of ranting

because the heat makes me irritable

and yeah.


i hate cheapskate guys.

pui pui......

Monday, May 08, 2006

1st World Government.


Dear Ladies and Gentlemen,

REST ASSURED in your choice of the Government. The 66.6% (666 is the sign of the devil coincidentally.) of you should be PROUD of yourself! Shame on the 33.4% who voted for the opposition!

in a bid to uphold their clean and sparkling image, the PAP (a.k.a. Men In White) has decided to "FIX" James Gomez, Workers' Party Candidate for the Aljunied GRC for lying about the minority candidate certificate episode.

Can you think of any political party you can trust MORE than the PAP?


because the Workers' Party candidate is obviously a stupid liar! And the OPPOSITION parties are THIRD WORLD political parties!


instead of arresting Gomez during the elections, you showed how gentlemanly the PAP can be, by arresting him AFTER the polls. Great! let him have a chance at being our MP why don't you? let a LIAR and stage-managing MANIPULATOR COMPETE IN THE ELECTIONS and when he doesn't win, ARREST HIM!

(i wonder what the PAP would have done if the Opposition won the Aljunied GRC? I'm sure our brilliant gahmen would have thought of some possible way to shed light on the somewhat dubious integrity of the WP candidates! Awesome! we wouldn't want liars and third world parties to govern us would we?)

very very smart.

See, it doesn't matter if you're a liar BEFORE the elections, being a democratic country, Singapore will still let you join in the elections!

So, please. Liars, Dishonest people, Assholes and Buggers, please. feel free to join in the next round elections.

May our citizens live long and our country prosper!

To roughly quote MM Lee, my hero and idol : "What are you using that brain for?"

Hail God and the Baby God.


PS : see how much i adore the PAP! my blog is like. WHITE. and SPARKLING! woohoo!

*in other news*

- i have canceled my ST subscription. Yessarrrr!

propaghanda is all good and well, brainwashing is very nice and everything... but.. honestly, the amount of time spent in school doing social studies is sufficient to ensure my compliant obeisance. i don't have to spend 70cents everyday to love the PAP as much as i do.


Saturday, May 06, 2006


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This is the final. i may or may not add more blood and gore. bahahahahaha. intestines spilling out and all that stuff. eheh.

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i hope you can see this.

thinking of making it into a shirt.

would anyone buy this?


i realized that the images were in CMYK. HAHAHHAHAAHA. -_-"""" which was why firefox and IE couldn't view.

hahahaha. safari rawks. lala~

Thursday, May 04, 2006


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are the gods conspiring against me in their envy?


but anyways. you can see it here. hopefully. :P

eh. i realized that while my safari has no problems loading... IE and Firefox cannot see the image. WHY LEH?


it occured to me that:

...thin people are really irritating. boooo....

and that:

i really really hate leeches of the human kind.

please kindly stop sucking my blood, before i rub salt all over you.

*ptui* i will spit my mighty acid saliva on your body in hopes that you will disintegrate before my pretty eyes.

*ptui ptui ptui*

drown you in my saliva. sucker.

*in other news*




i should be doing a new banner for this blog. it's a lil too innocent for my tastes. :P


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Monday, May 01, 2006



this is a blog entry.


i've been a busy busy BUSY person! and i will upload my stuff up soon.

heh. sorry for the lack of updates.

who still reads this blog?

and i'm going to a worker's party thingy later. XD yeah yeah opposition!