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Monday, July 24, 2006

The Evils That Infect Young Minds...

Today, I'm here to address the problem of evil TV characters infecting the minds of the young ones.

"What evil?" you ask. You see, TV has too much crap nowadays. I was walking past the living room the other day when I caught the kid of my mother's friend watching 'Barney & friends'. Everyone has heard of Barney right? You know, that fat purple dinosaur with a gay voice that teaches music or something? He seems harmless enough, but watch closely how the show goes and you'd properly agree with me that the show's evil.

Ever seen how the kids 'summon' Barney out to the show? They put this small soft toy of Barney on what looks like a pedestal and they start dancing around that toy, singing, or rather, chanting. And before you know it, the toy just becomes a big, and probably homosexual, reptile. Doesn't it sound scary? It's like freaking worshipping a voodoo doll, dude. What are our kids learning these days? Are you gonna let you kids learn 'music' from the monster?

The show also depicts kids solving problems using magic. See the link? Voodoos, magic, witchcraft and what have you.

That show reminds me of another show that's rather evil. Remember the Teletubbies? Yeah, that's right, the four monsters that look ugly like fuck. Come on people! That psychedelic nonsense will ruin your kids! Can't you see? The four fuckers are gay! They are bloody faggots, especially the purple one. Until now, no one knows their gender. They blurt crap and hug one another. Freaky...

The show's filled with psychedelic scenes similar to hallucinations produced by drugs. They are trying to reproduce the effects of getting high on drugs, on your kids! Holy fuck! And the TV thing on their bellies? What are those? Trying to tell kids that it's okay to play with electricity?

I don't think the show is trying to educate anyone because there are no dialogues. Seriously, for all you know, the stupid sounds they make may be sublime messages to gain control of the minds of your already dumb kids, or the sounds are some native African vulgarity they are trying to teach your children.

Honestly, I feel that these shows have terrorist origins. The four aliens may be brainwashing your kids with their grunts right this fucking moment and Barney may be luring your kids to join some terrorist faction when you are not looking. See how they grip the hearts of the young ones? One day, Osama bin Barney may just send a few men here, dress themselves up as Barney, and abduct your bloody kids to make them little suicide bombers. And your stupid kids will just follow willingly because afterall, Barney did teach kids that "A stranger is a friend you have not met yet".

So to you ignorant bastards out there, stop the evils from infecting the young ones. Stop them from watching diablolic TV shows like 'Barney & friends' and 'Teletubbies'.

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Hanged @ 8:38 PM

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Saturday, July 22, 2006

Busted Knee...

I seem very injury-prone, or maybe I just don't care.

I woke up late yesterday morning. There was supposed to be a run in camp. I took a quick shower, changed, and rushed to camp. They have started the run by the time I got there. Having missed the previous few runs due to the state of my left foot, I didn't know the running route.

I was determined to run and lose some fats, so I changed into my running attire as fast as I could and sprinted in the direction where I saw the group take off, trying to at least get to the last person. I finally caught up. I slowed down a little. I found out that the run's a 5km one but by the 4th kilometre, my knee was already too painful to carry on running. You see, I didn't do any warm-up and I haven't ran in months, thus I cannot sustain the momentum.

Now, my left knee's hurting. It hurts when I bend it, especially when I climb steps. Hope it gets well by Monday.

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Hanged @ 7:27 PM

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Saturday, July 15, 2006

Talking To A Sales Promoter...

Just a few days ago, I was in a shopping centre, wasting my life away, when I found myself in a megastore that sells everything, from furniture to kitchen appliances.

I was rather keen on getting a digital camera as photography has always been some sort of interest of mine, so I went into the store to take a look.

I was walking around, looking at cameras that I cannot afford, then I went over to the TV section to admire those flat plasma TV sets. I was staring at a particular one and imagining how good life will become if I can hang one of those buggers on my wall. I zoned out and by the time I was back, I was greeted by a female sales promoter.

"Hi. Do you need any help?" The lady asked politely.

"Actually..." I attempted to answer without really looking at her, just to demonstrate my indifference.

Without allowing me to finish my sentence, she continued talking.

"I see you are quite interested with this set. Let me show you what it can do."

Feeling rather irritated, I decide to look straight at her face and give her the annoyed look. To my suprise, the lady was very attractive. Beautiful eyes that can melt every guy's heart, cute dimples and sexy lips resembling those of Angelina Jolie. Taken aback by the sight, I decided to give some of my time to her.

"Sure," I said.

Next came a series to technical terms that I didn't understand, or rather, did not attempt to understand. I took a good look at her face. Damn, she's hot. My line of sight gradually trickled down her beautiful face to her neck, then to her chest. Her tag says her name's Pamela. The name Pamela always reminds me of Pamela Anderson, which leads my imagination to Baywatch and those tight red swimsuits, in short, the name reminds me of boobs, which she had some rather reasonable ones packed away.

My vision lingered around her chest area for some time. She was rather well-endowed, much better than most girls I've seen. Judging from the cleavage produced, I believe she's not very comfortable in the suit she's wearing, but her discomfort is comfort to my eyes. I took a good look at her overall body. I must say again, she's damn hot. Slim waist, long legs, basically an hourglass figure.

She must have noticed me ogling her and she seemed rather proud of it. I snapped out of my trance and tried to focus on what she was saying. It was hard, but I was trying.

My subconscious caught words like HDTV and split screens, so in an attempt to not let my imagination go wild, I blurted out questions of the only things I heard from her.

"So can you show me the other functions? Like the split screens you mentioned?"

"No problem, sir," she replied with a smile.

What came next was worse than letting my imagination run wild. She squatted down and opened a compartment of the shelf the TV was on, trying to find the correct remote control for the TV. Damn, the view from above was ecstatic. I was practically peering down her blouse, past her coat and looking at her navy blue bra, the very thing that gave her the amazing cleavage. Damn.

"Sorry, give me a moment," she turned around and looked up, at me. She must have noticed me looking at her bosoms, so she shifted her position, letting only her back face me as she continued her search for the remote control. Bad move, Pamela. Bad move. The most curvy butt I've ever seen greeted me. From above, it looked like an inverted heart shape. By squatting down, her butt seems to be bursting the seams of her skirt.

She finally found the bloody remote control and started showing me the functions of the TV. She must have been uncomfortable with me staring at her breasts. She had her back facing me the whole time. Her butt was facing me the whole time. It's the kind which no guy would resist touching. I quickly put my hands into my trousers pockets to prevent myself from doing anything primal and getting myself into trouble.

Deciding to end all this, I popped the most important question.

"How much is the TV?"

"It's $1100, sir. But you can pay by installments. It's $70 for 24 months," she replied, and forced a smile after that.

"Ok. I'll come back again," I mumbled and left quickly, after taking a last look at her bosoms.

This didn't happen, but it SHOULD...

End...

Hanged @ 9:44 AM

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Friday, July 14, 2006

Read My Old Diary...

I wanted to sleep at 12AM, but I thought about something in my old diary that I want to include here, so I went to my old diary to search for it. I couldn't find it, but I ended up reading my old diary.

I was such a pessimistic and sentimental person in the past. It creeps me out to know that. I wrote poems and a lot of entries about life. It's kinda nice to read about my joys and sorrows, about the gals I was with in the past. It's about how I saw the world from 14 to 18. Sure brought back memories.

What the fuck happened along the way? How did I end up as a crude and vulgar fucker I am now? Hmm... Intriguing...

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Hanged @ 1:41 AM

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Thursday, July 13, 2006

Down With Flu...

I'm down with flu today. I was supposed to be in Changi at 8.30AM but I ended up in the clinic instead. Went to Jurong Point to pay off over $400 worth of bills. Wonder how long can I live with my remaining money.

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Hanged @ 9:08 PM

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Tuesday, July 11, 2006

World Cup...

The World Cup drew to a close yesterday morning with me watching it live on TV, in camp.

I'm not really into soccer, but I caught it nonetheless as I was seduced by the fact that the event happens only once in 4 years, as rare as a person being born of the 29th of February.

I thought France would have won the cup, with Zizou lifting the trophy in front of the Germans, but that didn't happen.

Zizou scored a cheeky penalty for France, putting them forward just 7 minutes into the game. Things was looking fine for the French, but not for long.

Towering Materazzi overcame the midfield powerhouse Patrick Viera in the 19th minute to connect Pirlo's corner, creating a goal and causing a draw.

This score dragged on for the rest of the game, including extra time. The Italians had a better first half, and the French dominated most of the second half.

Both teams threatened, on several occasions, to break the deadlock, but failed. The most notable attemp was by Zizou as he headed a powerful shot in the direction of the Italian goal, only to be saved by the best goalkeeper in the tournament, Buffon.

At the 111th minute, the most intriguing moment of the game occurred. Zizou, being a gentleman everyone knows, catapulted his bald head into the chest of the big Materazzi. No one, till now, knows the reason behind that action, but a red card was given and Zizou, France's creative force on the pitch, was sent off to the dressing room.

Extra time ended with a goal from both sides. Henry and Ribery was strangely taken off the field before the game ended, and were replaced by Trezeguet and Wiltord, who did not really create any trouble for the Italians.

The cup went to the Italians after they defeated the French in a penalty shoot-out. They won it 5-3, with a miss from Trezeguet. Defeat was mercilessly pelted onto the face of the French. I seriously thought that Zizou's red card had a huge impact on the outcome. But what I thought was really wrong, was France's coach taking Henry and Ribery off. They were doing well.

So there you have it. Italy, the four-time world champion, has only won the cup 1 time less than Brazil. We shall see if they can defend the cup and tie Brazil's record in 2010.

End...

Hanged @ 12:57 PM

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Wednesday, July 05, 2006

My Fucking Left Foot...

My fucking left foot hurts a fucking lot. The foot-rot's spreading. I'd like to post a picture here but I guess everyone's kinda sick seeing the gross pictures of it already.

The rot's at the ball of my foot, so the wounds threaten to rip open everytime I apply pressure on it. It's so bad that I took MC on Monday and I have been limping around camp since Tuesday. This feels fucking sick. Everyone's laughing at me. Bloody hell. Just you wait...

The pain's giving me problems walking, so I can't even think about jogging or playing basketball. Growing fat resting my foot at home. When will it heal? Damn...

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Hanged @ 7:22 PM

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My MSN Space...

I signed up for My MSN Space to satisfy my narcissistic self. I'll be putting up pictures of myself. Go check it out if you must. The link's on the bottom left of this blog. It's under "The Others".

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Hanged @ 7:11 PM

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Bleeding Nose...

It's the time of the year again. It's the time when the weather gets rather hot and my nose starts to bleed. This cycle is similar to that of a female's menses, just that they encounter this once a month while I experience this for 1 whole season a year.

During this period of time, my nose will almost bleed every time I wash my face in the bathroom, causing the whole fucking bathroom to by dyed red. I don't like red, but like I said before, I like blood, especially my own blood. Whenever my nose bleeds, I'll feel ecstatic. I'll feel fucking high and happy and I will not try to stop it. I will watch the whole bathroom become red. I think I'm sick, but I just can't help it.

I've always wanted to take a photo of myself bleeding in the nose, but who would bring his/her cellphone/camera into the bathroom when he/she showers? Not me. However, my nose started bleeding just now when I was in front of the computer. Too much porn? Maybe. Anyway, I managed to get a picture of my bleeding nose. It's not even a quarter of what it's like in the bathroom, but it'll do for the time being. Maybe I will really bring my phone into the bathroom next time so as to capture the magnificent sight of the bathroom being dyed red. No kinky pictures, though.

Only my right nostril will bleed...

This picture really doesn't do justice to my nose-bleeding habit. My whole face will usually be covered by blood when the nose-bleeding fits occur. Damn. Will get the real picture up here next time.

What? I'm disgusting and sick? I'd call myself a little radical.

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Hanged @ 7:00 PM

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Sunday, July 02, 2006

Caught Two Movies Today...

I caught two movies today. Alone. Yes, alone. I used to watch movies alone, but I can't remember when's the last time I did that. In fact, I don't even remember when's the last time I caught a movie in the theatres.

Anyway, I caught Scary Movie 4. Lame, as expected. Was a little funny, but not a very good way to spend $9.50.

Next, I caught Superman Returns. A good show that took too many years to make. Like Spiderman, he showed a more humane side, his love, his weaknesses and his struggles. Very entertaining. This film gives everyone a chance to see their teenage superhero live. There's even this henchman of Lex that's the guy from Harold and Kumar Goes To Whitecastle.

There's this question, however, that still puzzles me. Superman, a superhero without any masks or distinguishing disguises, is never identified as Clark Kent by Lois Lane. Just because he removes his glasses and curls his fring makes him as unidentifiable as those saucers seen in the sky. There's this scene in which Superman is in the hospital and Lois visits him. Lois did not, for once, suspect him of being Clark. I don't know man, I guess love's blind.

Nonetheless, it's a good film. I'll recommend everyone to catch it.

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Hanged @ 10:27 PM

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I'm Running...

I'm running. Running away. From what? I don't know. From the world, from myself, from my confusion. I'm shutting myself up. I turned my cellphone off, appeared offline in MSN, left home and spent a whole day in town alone. What am I shutting out? I don't know. I don't know...

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Hanged @ 10:24 PM

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Saturday, July 01, 2006

Alcohol...

Yes, alcohol does impair your judgement, but it will also make things clearer. People always say that words said when a person is drunk cannot be trusted. I would like to think otherwise. People tend to suppress their feelings when they are sober, but they will let it all out when they drink. It is at this moment that they are the most honest to themselves. That's what happened to me...

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Hanged @ 12:43 AM

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