Yes yes I'm a lazy bastard. So here's a teaser.
Religion:
1. Contr(a/e/i/o/u)ception
2. Zombies
3. Wars
4. Technological Advancement.
Monday, March 23, 2009
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Resurrection part 2
Well. Nothing much happened recently.
Built computer.
Mother board RIP.
New mother board.
Internet RIP.
Internet fixed.
Lazy to blog.
LOL
Anyway, I bet no one is interested in that anyway, so..
Marriage and getting it on!
Now. If your relationship pre-marriage has been nookie-less thus far, we can safely assume that you have been showered in self-love many times. Good job you.
Regardless, after your marriage, you're allowed be jumping on the bed(or other furniture) with your partner(or other people) frequently. Its almost required of you.
Everyone assumes that the first night after the ceremony would be filled with furniture-poline. I bet you're looking forward to that first night aren't you?
So passes your first night.
Then the first week. Mmm... Still hard at work during the honeymoon there I see.
Then comes the first month. Keeping up the pace still?
Fast forwarding, it reaches a point where sex becomes a chore.
There. I've said it. Sex eventually becomes a chore. You don't see grandparents getting it on do you. YOU HOPE YOU DON'T EVER.
Point is, sex will become boring for you. Sex becomes a chore.
The problem is not the sex. The problem is that its with the same person over and over and over again. People get bored with monotony don't they? And more often then not its the Taco who loses interest no?
Here we will analyze an analogy brought to you by the respected Dr.dNy:
Ok, after a meal, there will be dirty dishes wouldn't there?
And these dirty dishes would have to be washed.
So people wash them. But if people get bored and don't want to wash the dishes, it may be alright the first time since the sink would probably be large enough.
But miss out on washing the dishes from enough meals and someone would eventually have to do it.
You may be forced to wash them.
Or you may get someone else to wash them. Either way, the dishes will get washed.
Therefore, if we relate the Sausages' needs to these dirty dishes, washing the dishes is the fulfillment of said needs.
So, if the Taco does not satisfy the Sausage, there will come a time when the Sausage will either have to force the Taco into submission, or order take-away.
Thus ends the second part of El Blogo's resurrection. Stay tuned for the possibility of more.
Built computer.
Mother board RIP.
New mother board.
Internet RIP.
Internet fixed.
Lazy to blog.
LOL
Anyway, I bet no one is interested in that anyway, so..
Marriage and getting it on!
Now. If your relationship pre-marriage has been nookie-less thus far, we can safely assume that you have been showered in self-love many times. Good job you.
Regardless, after your marriage, you're allowed be jumping on the bed(or other furniture) with your partner(or other people) frequently. Its almost required of you.
Everyone assumes that the first night after the ceremony would be filled with furniture-poline. I bet you're looking forward to that first night aren't you?
So passes your first night.
Then the first week. Mmm... Still hard at work during the honeymoon there I see.
Then comes the first month. Keeping up the pace still?
Fast forwarding, it reaches a point where sex becomes a chore.
There. I've said it. Sex eventually becomes a chore. You don't see grandparents getting it on do you. YOU HOPE YOU DON'T EVER.
Point is, sex will become boring for you. Sex becomes a chore.
The problem is not the sex. The problem is that its with the same person over and over and over again. People get bored with monotony don't they? And more often then not its the Taco who loses interest no?
Here we will analyze an analogy brought to you by the respected Dr.dNy:
Ok, after a meal, there will be dirty dishes wouldn't there?
And these dirty dishes would have to be washed.
So people wash them. But if people get bored and don't want to wash the dishes, it may be alright the first time since the sink would probably be large enough.
But miss out on washing the dishes from enough meals and someone would eventually have to do it.
You may be forced to wash them.
Or you may get someone else to wash them. Either way, the dishes will get washed.
Therefore, if we relate the Sausages' needs to these dirty dishes, washing the dishes is the fulfillment of said needs.
So, if the Taco does not satisfy the Sausage, there will come a time when the Sausage will either have to force the Taco into submission, or order take-away.
Thus ends the second part of El Blogo's resurrection. Stay tuned for the possibility of more.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Efforts to revitalise El Blogo.
So.. In order to revive this stupid piece of shit, I'm going to turn this post, or possibly the rest of the posts from now on forth into material that is not for the private viewing of individuals under the age of 16 or 18. Maybe 21. Naw..
Anyway, today after the morning run where jRt kept walking(read as: dying), nCd, jRt and I had the most fabulous drink from the canteen. H2O original with a nice big big cup of ice.
Due to the presence of a certain jTw, topics of conversation slowly turned into the nice black recess of the the high-leveled.
Interesting topic to note:
Marriage and getting it on?
We all know that the forbidden fruit is the sweetest. Ask jRt's sweet tooth. And nCd's candy mountain.
So getting jiggy before marriage, not necessarily with the person you were to be getting married with in all cases, is extremely... Invigorating.
You don't need this getting jiggy pre-marriage, but lets ask Jason Biggs of American Pie on his father's and his conversation one day when he was caught red=handed in his pursuits.
dNy: So, what was happening before your father walked in on you getting some self-love?
Jason: Well, you know, I wasn't able to get any of the good stuff since ever and there was alot of pent up frustration you know?
dNy: Yes, yes. I understand.
Jason: Yeah so I was petting my snake when my dad walks in on me. (Editor's notes:Dude that sucks.) Then as I try to hide what I was doing, he gives me a lecture on stuff like that. Something about taking a tennis ball and throwing it against the wall. It can be fun. It is fun. But every once in a while you would like a partner to return your serves.
dNy: Thank you very much Mr. Biggs-
Jason: Call me Jason.
dNy: Ok, thank you Jason. Hope to see more of you in the near future. #
This is part one of El Blogo's resurrection. Stay tuned for more.
Anyway, today after the morning run where jRt kept walking(read as: dying), nCd, jRt and I had the most fabulous drink from the canteen. H2O original with a nice big big cup of ice.
Due to the presence of a certain jTw, topics of conversation slowly turned into the nice black recess of the the high-leveled.
Interesting topic to note:
Marriage and getting it on?
We all know that the forbidden fruit is the sweetest. Ask jRt's sweet tooth. And nCd's candy mountain.
So getting jiggy before marriage, not necessarily with the person you were to be getting married with in all cases, is extremely... Invigorating.
You don't need this getting jiggy pre-marriage, but lets ask Jason Biggs of American Pie on his father's and his conversation one day when he was caught red=handed in his pursuits.
dNy: So, what was happening before your father walked in on you getting some self-love?
Jason: Well, you know, I wasn't able to get any of the good stuff since ever and there was alot of pent up frustration you know?
dNy: Yes, yes. I understand.
Jason: Yeah so I was petting my snake when my dad walks in on me. (Editor's notes:Dude that sucks.) Then as I try to hide what I was doing, he gives me a lecture on stuff like that. Something about taking a tennis ball and throwing it against the wall. It can be fun. It is fun. But every once in a while you would like a partner to return your serves.
dNy: Thank you very much Mr. Biggs-
Jason: Call me Jason.
dNy: Ok, thank you Jason. Hope to see more of you in the near future. #
This is part one of El Blogo's resurrection. Stay tuned for more.
Monday, January 19, 2009
How curiosity killed the me:
A.Each tagged person must write 8 things about themselves on their blogs.
B.At the end, choose and tag 8 people. o.O
Tagged by Rome.
You bloody nehneh person.
You and shuxian.
^&@$%^#*#&$%^&!$%!!!!1!!111one!1!!
1.
One of my favorite things to do is to sleep. However, at the same time, I totally hate sleeping. For real. I mean, I totally love the sleeping bit, but totally hate the HAVING TO SLEEP bit. I mean, why can't I choose when to sleep like, during anytime the officers are not looking in NS or when the day is at its most boring, which is usually 12-3 pm for me? Or like, why must I always feel shagged out or tired at bad moments, like when I'm supposed to be giving a good impression to some person or other.
I wanna be able to choose " Hmmm, this seems like a totally worthless portion of my life. ZzzZzzzZZzzZ"
2.
I've always said I love cooking, but I honestly haven't cooked much. I wanna make nice meals and all, but there isn't really anyone around to eat them, and I always have the fear that I will screw up something somewhere are totally waste the probably very expensive ingredients that I've gotten. So yeah. :(
3.
I think the most frequent expressions I have showing are either of total boredom or of like, extreme insanity. I think the people reading this would understand. In any case, I feel fake. Like my emotions aren't really what I tell the world it is. I dunno. Especially at work, I can't possibly be a brooding unfriendly person, and it makes me kinda feels fake-ish. I think one of the major reasons I think so is because for some reason or another, I suddenly realised something: I haven't burst in rage or cried or something in a long time, which was a strange... discovery. Some where along the line I think my life has become diluted so much, and me, so immune to external influences that my internal emotions don't change much. I hold the temple of zen in my body, and the exterior walls of said zen temple is purple and electric blue in color.
4.
I love losing myself in a good book, or game or show. Well, maybe not show, but-
5.(See what I did there?)
My favourite movie is Fight Club! I don't know, but you all must watch it! And one day I will watch Full Metal Jacket. One day.
-yeah, I think the escaping from reality part of it all readily captures my attention. Which either means that reality is too boring, or I can't handle it. (I'm trying to psychoanalyze myself. Shhh...)
6.( Piang... 8 is alot... )
Alot of people have said that I'm a bright/intelligent/smart child (This is pre/post-secondary school). I honestly beg to differ. Maybe because my standards have been set too high form the get go and endless comparison etc. From insanely high PSLE scores to perfect O' levels to almost perfect A' levels, I'm being compared to people who are out of my caliber, but in the same household. Bloody hell. Or maybe because inside me, I think I only seem to be intelligent because I'm too overconfident or braggy or stuck-up or something. Oh, thats what I think I am by the way.
7.
If I were to encounter a person who is exactly like me, firstly I will get freaked out at my doppleganger. Secondly, I would probably hate his guts inside out sideways backways and always. Sometimes I catch myself doing things that I know I would hate myself for doing. I don't know why that happens. For example, you throw say, a durian, up into the air and the moment you release it, you know you've done something incredible stupid/ought to get beaten up for/just asshole-ish.
I think one day, all the durians I've thrown in the air will come crashing down on me.
8. (I think this is an extremely self-centered post... :( )
Polar bears are the most amazingly huge and cute thing in the world. Eat that you puppies/kitties. Or it'll eat you. =p
B.At the end, choose and tag 8 people. o.O
Tagged by Rome.
You bloody nehneh person.
You and shuxian.
^&@$%^#*#&$%^&!$%!!!!1!!111one!1!!
1.
One of my favorite things to do is to sleep. However, at the same time, I totally hate sleeping. For real. I mean, I totally love the sleeping bit, but totally hate the HAVING TO SLEEP bit. I mean, why can't I choose when to sleep like, during anytime the officers are not looking in NS or when the day is at its most boring, which is usually 12-3 pm for me? Or like, why must I always feel shagged out or tired at bad moments, like when I'm supposed to be giving a good impression to some person or other.
I wanna be able to choose " Hmmm, this seems like a totally worthless portion of my life. ZzzZzzzZZzzZ"
2.
I've always said I love cooking, but I honestly haven't cooked much. I wanna make nice meals and all, but there isn't really anyone around to eat them, and I always have the fear that I will screw up something somewhere are totally waste the probably very expensive ingredients that I've gotten. So yeah. :(
3.
I think the most frequent expressions I have showing are either of total boredom or of like, extreme insanity. I think the people reading this would understand. In any case, I feel fake. Like my emotions aren't really what I tell the world it is. I dunno. Especially at work, I can't possibly be a brooding unfriendly person, and it makes me kinda feels fake-ish. I think one of the major reasons I think so is because for some reason or another, I suddenly realised something: I haven't burst in rage or cried or something in a long time, which was a strange... discovery. Some where along the line I think my life has become diluted so much, and me, so immune to external influences that my internal emotions don't change much. I hold the temple of zen in my body, and the exterior walls of said zen temple is purple and electric blue in color.
4.
I love losing myself in a good book, or game or show. Well, maybe not show, but-
5.(See what I did there?)
My favourite movie is Fight Club! I don't know, but you all must watch it! And one day I will watch Full Metal Jacket. One day.
-yeah, I think the escaping from reality part of it all readily captures my attention. Which either means that reality is too boring, or I can't handle it. (I'm trying to psychoanalyze myself. Shhh...)
6.( Piang... 8 is alot... )
Alot of people have said that I'm a bright/intelligent/smart child (This is pre/post-secondary school). I honestly beg to differ. Maybe because my standards have been set too high form the get go and endless comparison etc. From insanely high PSLE scores to perfect O' levels to almost perfect A' levels, I'm being compared to people who are out of my caliber, but in the same household. Bloody hell. Or maybe because inside me, I think I only seem to be intelligent because I'm too overconfident or braggy or stuck-up or something. Oh, thats what I think I am by the way.
7.
If I were to encounter a person who is exactly like me, firstly I will get freaked out at my doppleganger. Secondly, I would probably hate his guts inside out sideways backways and always. Sometimes I catch myself doing things that I know I would hate myself for doing. I don't know why that happens. For example, you throw say, a durian, up into the air and the moment you release it, you know you've done something incredible stupid/ought to get beaten up for/just asshole-ish.
I think one day, all the durians I've thrown in the air will come crashing down on me.
8. (I think this is an extremely self-centered post... :( )
Polar bears are the most amazingly huge and cute thing in the world. Eat that you puppies/kitties. Or it'll eat you. =p
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Cheeny Ong: Thick and Long
So I'm back from my 1 day 1 night trip to Seremban.
While I'm terribly disappointed in the juniors, I can only say that I am very very proud of (some of)them. They have matured! Although they're not ready to lead their juniors, I think they're perfectly ripe for learning right now.
I just hope they do something with this, and go do something in December.
In a separate situation, this trip was very saddening. And a very large waste of time.
Bus to Larkin; Eat ramly; Bus to Yongpeng; Drink Milo; Bus to Seremban; Eat Nasi Ayam; Bus to truck-stop en route to Larkin; Eat Rice+Chicken+Eggs+BitterGourd+curry; Bus to courseway (then walked across); Drink Ice Lemon tea at Rasaraya (block 3A) (then walked to Macdonalds, NOT behind ShengSiong; Drink Orange Juice; Train to TP; Bus to school.
So exciting. o_O
While I'm terribly disappointed in the juniors, I can only say that I am very very proud of (some of)them. They have matured! Although they're not ready to lead their juniors, I think they're perfectly ripe for learning right now.
I just hope they do something with this, and go do something in December.
In a separate situation, this trip was very saddening. And a very large waste of time.
Bus to Larkin; Eat ramly; Bus to Yongpeng; Drink Milo; Bus to Seremban; Eat Nasi Ayam; Bus to truck-stop en route to Larkin; Eat Rice+Chicken+Eggs+BitterGourd+curry; Bus to courseway (then walked across); Drink Ice Lemon tea at Rasaraya (block 3A) (then walked to Macdonalds, NOT behind ShengSiong; Drink Orange Juice; Train to TP; Bus to school.
So exciting. o_O
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Hi.
Hello. I'm kancheong and nervous about As.
I so failed everything in the prelims.
Dooooooooorviiiiiiiiille, i'll be your successor. >_<
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!
Die!
I so failed everything in the prelims.
Dooooooooorviiiiiiiiille, i'll be your successor. >_<
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!
Die!
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