This screen shot is so wrong. Just so wrong..
31.3.09
30.3.09
Women and talking
Women talk three times as much as men, says study.
Seriously, they need a study to realize that? If they asked me, I would have told them the same thing.
But what the male brain may lack in conversation and emotion, they more than make up with in their ability to think about sex.
They actually make it sound like thinking about sex is a super power of some kind.
Talk more and I'll show you.. Hur hur.
Seriously, they need a study to realize that? If they asked me, I would have told them the same thing.
But what the male brain may lack in conversation and emotion, they more than make up with in their ability to think about sex.
They actually make it sound like thinking about sex is a super power of some kind.
Talk more and I'll show you.. Hur hur.
29.3.09
Pray for me
Apparently, you can pay people online to pray for you these days?
Well, probably it's another of those joke sites, you know, like onion news or something. It can't be for real right?
Right?!
Well, probably it's another of those joke sites, you know, like onion news or something. It can't be for real right?
Right?!
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25.3.09
Rollercoaster
I don't know if I would feel worst if I am the one sitting right beside the guy who puked, or the guys with their mouths wide open behind.
24.3.09
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Forget me nots
How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Would you rather have love and lost, or never to have loved at all?
Happened to catch one of my favorite movie, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind again the other day. So nice! If you haven't watched it before, I highly recommend it.
Memories.
I think at the end of the day. When you are on your death bed, what accompanies you isn't your riches, not your fame nor your glory, maybe not even your family, friends or other half. What you have in your hands, what you see when you last close your eyes, what accompanies you to the very end, is your memories.
Be it sour, sweet, bitter, or spicy hot *wink* memories, it's all part of your journey in life. That's what makes you who you are. Thou resetting everything and starting over with a blank piece of paper again is a very tempting proposition too. That's why it's such a thought provoking and interesting movie, it deals with alot of fascinating ideas and concepts.
Oh, and I absolutely love how the movie ends. How the two main characters are willing to go through all the pain all again, to walk the same path over; for love.
For love.
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Would you rather have love and lost, or never to have loved at all?
Happened to catch one of my favorite movie, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind again the other day. So nice! If you haven't watched it before, I highly recommend it.
Memories.
I think at the end of the day. When you are on your death bed, what accompanies you isn't your riches, not your fame nor your glory, maybe not even your family, friends or other half. What you have in your hands, what you see when you last close your eyes, what accompanies you to the very end, is your memories.
Be it sour, sweet, bitter, or spicy hot *wink* memories, it's all part of your journey in life. That's what makes you who you are. Thou resetting everything and starting over with a blank piece of paper again is a very tempting proposition too. That's why it's such a thought provoking and interesting movie, it deals with alot of fascinating ideas and concepts.
Oh, and I absolutely love how the movie ends. How the two main characters are willing to go through all the pain all again, to walk the same path over; for love.
For love.
21.3.09
20.3.09
Words Women use
Fine.
This is the word women use to end an argument when they are right and you need to shut up.
Five Minutes.
If she is getting dressed, this means a half an hour. Five minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given five more minutes to watch the game before helping around the house.
Nothing.
This is the calm before the storm. This means something, and you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with 'nothing' usually end in 'fine'.
Go Ahead.
This is a dare, not permission. DON'T DO IT!
Loud Sigh.
This is actually a not word, but is a non-verbal statement often misunderstood by men. A loud sigh means she thinks you are an idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you about nothing. (Refer to top for meaning of 'nothing'.)
That’s Okay.
This is one of the most dangerous statements a women can make to a man. That’s okay means she wants to think long and hard before deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake.
Thanks.
A woman is thanking you, do not question or faint. Just say you’re welcome. (I want to add a clause here - This is true, unless she says 'Thanks a lot' - that is PURE sarcasm and she is not thanking you at all. DO NOT say, 'you’re welcome'. That will bring on a 'whatever'.
Whatever.
Is a woman’s way of saying you are in big trouble.
Don’t worry about it, I got it.
Another dangerous statement, meaning this is something that a woman has told a man to do several times, but is now doing it herself. This will later result in a man asking, 'What’s wrong?' For the woman’s response refer to, 'nothing'.
This is the word women use to end an argument when they are right and you need to shut up.
Five Minutes.
If she is getting dressed, this means a half an hour. Five minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given five more minutes to watch the game before helping around the house.
Nothing.
This is the calm before the storm. This means something, and you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with 'nothing' usually end in 'fine'.
Go Ahead.
This is a dare, not permission. DON'T DO IT!
Loud Sigh.
This is actually a not word, but is a non-verbal statement often misunderstood by men. A loud sigh means she thinks you are an idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you about nothing. (Refer to top for meaning of 'nothing'.)
That’s Okay.
This is one of the most dangerous statements a women can make to a man. That’s okay means she wants to think long and hard before deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake.
Thanks.
A woman is thanking you, do not question or faint. Just say you’re welcome. (I want to add a clause here - This is true, unless she says 'Thanks a lot' - that is PURE sarcasm and she is not thanking you at all. DO NOT say, 'you’re welcome'. That will bring on a 'whatever'.
Whatever.
Is a woman’s way of saying you are in big trouble.
Don’t worry about it, I got it.
Another dangerous statement, meaning this is something that a woman has told a man to do several times, but is now doing it herself. This will later result in a man asking, 'What’s wrong?' For the woman’s response refer to, 'nothing'.
19.3.09
18.3.09
Photos from above
Teenagers with a £56 camera and latex balloon have managed to take stunning pictures from 20 miles above Earth.
Proving that you don't need Google's billions or the BBC weather centre's resources, the four Spanish students managed to send a camera-operated weather balloon into the stratosphere.
Me like!Read more here!
17.3.09
A weird dream
I had this really weird dream the other day.
It started with me chatting with my girl on msn. Yea, that's what I do in my dreams. Suddenly, a message popped up at the side and I opened it. It contained images of a guy and some profile. At that point I suddenly realized that I am an assassin. Way cool. I quickly scanned through the document and input it into my photographic memory; yes, that's what assassins have inbuilt, photographic memory, it rocks. Next, I swiftly deleted the message off my computer before it self destructs or something. Then I told my girl to wait for me at the station, I will be there at 2, if I am not there by then, leave, leave without me, because that's what they always say in the movies.
The next thing I know, I am at a crowded street with lots of cheering and banners. Actually, I was kinda disappointed that I didn't get the scene where I get to piece my weapons together, buckle up the suitcase and tighten my shoes, but I am an assasin, and assasins don't show disappointment on their faces. Just as I was fiddling with my thoughts, a car turned into the street, and the crowd went wild. I can see my target standing in the car, waving to the people. Rats, he must be some kind of politician or celebrity. This job is going to be tougher than I thought. I wondered why my photographic memory didn't catch that while I was scanning the document.
But this isn't a time to question, it's a time to act.
I shoved my way through the crowd as my hand reaches into my jacket for my gun. *bam bam* Another job well done. There was screaming and people running everywhere, I made good use of the comotion to wiggle myself through the streets and towards my James Bond vechicle. It was too late, the cops identified me. Who wouldn't? I was the coolest guy in the midst of hysterical mayhem. I am the oasis in the middle of the desert. Gunshots and intense car races ensues.
Of course, thou a close call, I made it to the station in one piece. Some bleeding, some scratches, but still devilishly sexy nontheless. I took a look at my watch, sh*t, I am late. Just as I turned my head, ready to leave, she appears through the crowd, teary eyed. Yes, they never leave. We ran towards each other in slow motion, kissed and turned circles in embrace.
Then I woke up.
Crap, I should have known, this is just a PG film afterall.
The weird thing about this dream thou, is actually the fact that I still remember it after waking up. Usually I would wake up smiling to myself, thinking, nice dream. But right after my feet touches the ground, I would have no idea why I am smiling. I would spend the rest of the day trying to figure out why I have this weird smile on my face.
Story of my life.
Do you dream? Are you hot *wink* in your dreams?
It started with me chatting with my girl on msn. Yea, that's what I do in my dreams. Suddenly, a message popped up at the side and I opened it. It contained images of a guy and some profile. At that point I suddenly realized that I am an assassin. Way cool. I quickly scanned through the document and input it into my photographic memory; yes, that's what assassins have inbuilt, photographic memory, it rocks. Next, I swiftly deleted the message off my computer before it self destructs or something. Then I told my girl to wait for me at the station, I will be there at 2, if I am not there by then, leave, leave without me, because that's what they always say in the movies.
The next thing I know, I am at a crowded street with lots of cheering and banners. Actually, I was kinda disappointed that I didn't get the scene where I get to piece my weapons together, buckle up the suitcase and tighten my shoes, but I am an assasin, and assasins don't show disappointment on their faces. Just as I was fiddling with my thoughts, a car turned into the street, and the crowd went wild. I can see my target standing in the car, waving to the people. Rats, he must be some kind of politician or celebrity. This job is going to be tougher than I thought. I wondered why my photographic memory didn't catch that while I was scanning the document.
But this isn't a time to question, it's a time to act.
I shoved my way through the crowd as my hand reaches into my jacket for my gun. *bam bam* Another job well done. There was screaming and people running everywhere, I made good use of the comotion to wiggle myself through the streets and towards my James Bond vechicle. It was too late, the cops identified me. Who wouldn't? I was the coolest guy in the midst of hysterical mayhem. I am the oasis in the middle of the desert. Gunshots and intense car races ensues.
Of course, thou a close call, I made it to the station in one piece. Some bleeding, some scratches, but still devilishly sexy nontheless. I took a look at my watch, sh*t, I am late. Just as I turned my head, ready to leave, she appears through the crowd, teary eyed. Yes, they never leave. We ran towards each other in slow motion, kissed and turned circles in embrace.
Then I woke up.
Crap, I should have known, this is just a PG film afterall.
The weird thing about this dream thou, is actually the fact that I still remember it after waking up. Usually I would wake up smiling to myself, thinking, nice dream. But right after my feet touches the ground, I would have no idea why I am smiling. I would spend the rest of the day trying to figure out why I have this weird smile on my face.
Story of my life.
Do you dream? Are you hot *wink* in your dreams?
16.3.09
15.3.09
Mourning
Karen had lost her husband four years prior and was having trouble moving on. Her daughter, seeing that her Mom was lonely, repeatedly urged her to start dating. On her daughter’s advice Karen finally went on a blind date.
After dating for just six weeks Karen and her new boyfriend fell in love. Eager to move the relationship to the next level he asked her to join him for a weekend at his cabin by the lake.
Their first night there, she undressed and stood nude in front of him except for a pair of black lacy panties.
'Why the black panties?', he asked.
'My breasts you can fondle, my body is yours to explore, but down there I am still in mourning.'
He knew he wasn’t getting lucky that night, so he kindly suggested they just go to bed. The following night saw the same scenario. There she stood wearing her black panties. Without saying a word he took off all his clothes. He was naked except for a black condom that he had on.
She looked at him and asked curiously, 'What’s with the black condom?'
'I would like to offer my deepest condolences', he replied.14.3.09
13.3.09
Pregnant?
Warning: Puke alert. Not for the faint of heart.
A guy picks up a girl in a bar and brings her home, they begin making love. He starts sucking on one of her boobs and milk comes out.
He asks.
Hey, are you pregnant?
She answers.
That wasn’t a nipple, that was a boil.
A guy picks up a girl in a bar and brings her home, they begin making love. He starts sucking on one of her boobs and milk comes out.
He asks.
Hey, are you pregnant?
She answers.
That wasn’t a nipple, that was a boil.
12.3.09
Hopping
I was rushing out today when I realized I forgot my phone.
So I turned, and was about to enter the door when I reached a dilemma.
Should I take both my shoes off and go in for the phone,
or take one of them off and hop all the way to my table and back?
I know this train of thought shouldn't and probably wouldn't cross most people's mind. But hey, that's the kind of stuff I think about all the time.
Now you know.
So anyways, I decided to take one shoe off and hop my way in. And on my way out, the hopping and the socks caused me to slip and fall. As I was nursing my sore butt, another thought came to my mind.
Actually it would probably take the same amount of time to take off both my shoes compared to just one right?
Silly me.
So I turned, and was about to enter the door when I reached a dilemma.
Should I take both my shoes off and go in for the phone,
or take one of them off and hop all the way to my table and back?
I know this train of thought shouldn't and probably wouldn't cross most people's mind. But hey, that's the kind of stuff I think about all the time.
Now you know.
So anyways, I decided to take one shoe off and hop my way in. And on my way out, the hopping and the socks caused me to slip and fall. As I was nursing my sore butt, another thought came to my mind.
Actually it would probably take the same amount of time to take off both my shoes compared to just one right?
Silly me.
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8.3.09
Epic fail
I think after clicking on the image, you might find that it is still a little small, but still readable.
Epic fail!
7.3.09
6.3.09
Dying wish
"Teen's dying wish for Cameron Diaz blow job not granted."
I'm not sure if this is one of those fake news like those from Onion,
but it sure is funny! (Probably is.)
"Who do they think they are, these women!" railed Mr Morten. "They earn millions of dollars and swan about at fancy parties, but when they get a simple request to bring a smile to a young boy far less fortunate than them, they turn their back on you. What kind of world do we live in when a dying teenager can no longer get his cock sucked by a celebrity?"
I wonder what kind of world he is living in?
I'm not sure if this is one of those fake news like those from Onion,
but it sure is funny! (Probably is.)
"Who do they think they are, these women!" railed Mr Morten. "They earn millions of dollars and swan about at fancy parties, but when they get a simple request to bring a smile to a young boy far less fortunate than them, they turn their back on you. What kind of world do we live in when a dying teenager can no longer get his cock sucked by a celebrity?"
I wonder what kind of world he is living in?
5.3.09
4.3.09
Satay Club
Took this piece last year, finally got my lazy ass off to tweak and export.
Click to enlarge.
3.3.09
My brother and camp
My brother was pretty hyped up about going on his first school camp on Monday morning with his buddies. Thus explaining why he woke up crying and screaming.
It's already 8! It's already 8! Why no one wake me up?
I'm going to miss camp! Ahhh~ Ahhh~ Argh!!
We just looked at him and smiled, allowing him to continue wailing for a good 5 minutes, amused.
It's 8pm at night, Sunday. He overslept his afternoon nap.
It's already 8! It's already 8! Why no one wake me up?
I'm going to miss camp! Ahhh~ Ahhh~ Argh!!
We just looked at him and smiled, allowing him to continue wailing for a good 5 minutes, amused.
It's 8pm at night, Sunday. He overslept his afternoon nap.
2.3.09
Fart
So I am wondering.
Why is it that when you smell something bad, the first thing you would do is take a few more sniffs and then a bigger breath to confirm it. Wouldn't you be simply taking in more fart in the process?
Or perhaps you've got some secret fetish that you didn't realise.
In which case, I rather not hear about it.
Why is it that when you smell something bad, the first thing you would do is take a few more sniffs and then a bigger breath to confirm it. Wouldn't you be simply taking in more fart in the process?
Or perhaps you've got some secret fetish that you didn't realise.
In which case, I rather not hear about it.
1.3.09
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