Project SalvaciÃ³n

________________________________ The Classic Definition Of Suicide.
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Friday, September 29, 2006

First off. Did you know that Singapore is a free country? Free. Very free. It hands out the death penalty free too. No extra charge to be hanged. Kidnapping? Hang. Firing a gun? Hang. Murder? Hang.

I'm trying. Really. Trying to make someone feel better. My day is shit really. A spectacular pile of shit. Didn't matter whether I had fun or not, just coming back home, logging in on MSN, well, got me depressed. So I'm trying. Ok? Trying. Honestly. Sorry if you don't like it.

Really don't know what to say or do. Stuck at a fork on what is most important. I really tried to study maths. And I'm going to do ok. But if you're just going to be this way, I'll just fail just cause I'll worry. Really. I will. So relax a bit. Ok last try alright? One more chance?

An old man was talking to his nephew. He told his nephew.
"Oi. Boy ah. You know hor. I got an 18 year old thai wife and I oreddi 60 year old can make her pregnant. Good hor?"
His nephew was shocked and told him slowly.
"You ever hear that story of the man, his nephew and the lion?"
The old man said no. His nephew continued.
"Well, you see this family like to go vacation. Then one day a lion attacked them at their campsite. So what happen is, the man ran out with his walking stick instead of his gun and pointed it at the lion. He pulled the handle and you know what happen? The lion suddenly died!"
The old man was sure his nephew didn't take him for an idiot.
"What do you think I am? Stupid? The guy pointed the stick but his nephew shot the lion la!"
The nephew nodded and said.
"Ok. I'm glad you understood that. Now about your wife's pregnancy..."

7:28 PM

Try 10 pounds of dark chocolate. Helps to remind you, Shut the fuck up.
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Thursday, September 28, 2006

Something to start things off.

Picture this, at a bus stop, its raining heavily. You're in your ferrari. You see, at the bus stop, your perfect partner, an old lady and your best friend. But there's only enough space for 1 other person. A person once said, "I would get out of my car, give the keys to my best friend and ask him to drive the old lady home while I talk softly to my perfect partner." Sweet isn't it?

However the more efficient answer to give, which was suggested, is, "I would run the old lady over to put her out of her misery. Screw my perfect partner right there and drive off with my best friend for a beer down in a pub." Creative, no? Back to the entry.

Day of complaints and trails by fire.

Honestly, I've had it up to boiling point right now. Just when I was starting to like Maths. As in really like it, for once. I was bent on getting all the answers right that I suppose that was the challenge all the long but just when that happens my results come back and my mum just has to nag. Really.

Not Faye's brand of nagging where is actually constructive and helpful, its just a load of hot air escaping. If she had a point to it instead of speculations and assumptions, I'd give a damn. Really.

Let's just say it once and clear. If I NEVER played MapleStory and I NEVER used MSN. I WOULD HAVE failed miserably. Honest. My algebra would still suck. Its not 100% bulletproof right now but its of better standard. So for the love of all that is sacred, just for once, learn to accept that this is an alternative to work progress.

I'm not saying its instant results but graphical data PROVES that my MATHS, CHINESE, SCIENCES have IMPROVED. Even by a bit, that bit made a difference to me. You have no idea what its like to feel like you have a fighting chance in Maths after so long. From a very good student in this stuff I've failed cause I had lost my will to do very much.

That single thought from Secondary 1 to 3 is, "What happened to Faye?" Really. That was all I wanted to know. Know so badly, I would give up study time to research. And since now I know, I can go back to doing what I did best. Defying odds and predictions.

My odds were bad when I was Primary 4. I was literally going to fail and badly. But I quit tuition and ran off to learn on my own. Trusting only in myself, I succeeded in going against that tide. I won. That was a great feeling. Beating the system. I will do so again when I figure how. But I will.

Hypocrits and liars! Bunch of them. Not all. But some! That handful spoils the entire structure. My mum thinks being Catholic gives you the fucking right to believe what you will and make up shit about what being good is like. For the record I repect Jesus and everything BUT I don't have respect for certain people. Well, screw that. How many prisoners are Catholic? Are the buddhists in mass groups in jail? By Catholic, I mean Catholic, not Christian. Christians are nice people. The Catholic side, a bit hypocritical at times.

Look, Christianity is not about kneeling every Sunday, working your ass off and praying every morning. Its truly what is a perfect world. If you take a bible, literally cut out the unncessary passages about walking in deserts here and there, well, I mean obviously its a fucking desert. What else? Skyscrapers and cities? Being Catholic or Christian was just meant to teach one thing, how to be nice to others and learn that everyone is important and that if you felt that way, life will never have a bad side.

But people twisted that up until now we have some extremists and people who insist on coversions.

So from today onwards I officially declare.
You can skip all this if you want.

By official willingness of free choices and will I, Ansel Tempestt Tan, voluntarily choose to withdraw from the Catholic faith and rid myself of all artefacts, books, inscriptions, words and thoughts of the Catholic faith. Permanently and I shall have no regrets. This withstands all time lengths. This, with all effect, holds true only to the Catholic faith, not withstanding to other Christian beliefs.

I withdraw my belief in Catholicism and hereby retain Freethinker rights.

6:40 PM

Drop the tempo a notch or two. You're playing too fast.
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Monday, September 25, 2006

(Behind all the quotes and the post itself there is a hidden message. Search for it if you want.)

"This is the life you chose to live."

Exams coming soon. N level is something not to be trifled with. It will be easy. That's for sure. But I don't WANT just PASS. Maths and Humanities, my weak areas. Humanities will go to hell. Burn along with Saddam Hussien. But Maths, I WANT an A1. Or at least A2. So bad. My true joy. My heartache.

"The rewards and punishments for your sins."

Sleep deprived and getting frustrated. I'm trying not to snap at people. I don't wanna lose any friends. Not this time. Not again. It takes 3 years to build a friendship network. A single year to lose it all. 2 years to clear your name. A month to bring it all back. Within all of this, I'm trying so hard to build up everything I should have already had, on glass flooring.

"Regret! Repent! Remorse!"

Nothing's worse than having to bring your life back from nothing. Believe me darling, before 2005, I could barely pull off very much. Slacking. My results were subpar. My ass was getting kicked on a regular daily basis and I just was BEGGING to be transferred to another school. ANY school. Till this day. I claim no alliance to St Patrick's School. Maybe if anyone asks I'll just tell them I came from St Stephen's Primary, a great school, Playhouse before that, where I met the best friends anyone could ask for. But when it comes to Secondary School. I claim nothing with St. Patrick's Secondary. My loyalties lie with other schools. Any other school. Doesn't matter.

"You suffer because you always wanted to all the long."

This is the path I chose was leading me to a long forgotten dream but fate dealt me a losing hand. Whoever said you can fight Aces and Kings with 3s and 4s must have been very optimistic. There is no point to fighting an uphill battle with in inevitable loss. Heavy losses, I might add. My mum always thought girls were going to lead me to failure when I can't get my mind off them. My dad always was indifferent about the matter. But what happens when it comes to point blank, what happens if the very people you begged to let go of are the only ones who will save your soul from eternal damnation.

"You are happy above it all because that was your goal."

I meant it. Every word. As life came down to these precious few moments, the balance between life and death hangs precariously on a string unfit to carry burden or fault. But this is caused when someone makes a decision for me. All because I had the choice. My very own. To gain a year headstart, or lose a year and work at a slower pace that I should be able to easily beat.

"A dream made to last can never sustain someone."

Alas, a dream is but a dream. Not real. Ethereal in every way. Fragile, isn't it? But this is the result of a life, not my own. Is life the way I want it to be? Not really. But looking at the possiblity of a better life, a personal life, that would have been so much better. Living the dream, the way I want life to be. I have considered and felt what it would be like. A perfect place. My ideal.

"For dreams alone never kept anyone alive."

But something proved that everything I had always wanted will not necessarily be the best. My mum tried her best. St Patrick's Secondary. Like I don't know her plan. Try to figure that out. However, let's just say I backfired it all. Twisted her perception and toyed with rational thinking. I did what I could to lead a revolution. I hung out with a group. Let's just say they could do a lot more than just study and hook up with girls. They understood something more. Something behind everything.

"You believed in your friends. The ones you trust."

What do I mean by that. Does science prove that people can set papers ablaze with nothing more than a coin? Or maybe flinging a watch like a boomerang. Impossible? Some might say. But they perfected it. Not just this form of what people call "telekinesis". It wasn't that. Nothing to do with the mind. Or moving anything with it. They knew how physics worked. About cause and effect. How, if they fling something physically, a mathematical calculation can bring it back. They were the best. Taught me how to heat a coin made of certain material to extremely hot temperatures until it can set papers on fire just by a touch. Science. Pure, science.

"Trust can rot, die and wither away."

But looking back. I would give up my dreams and hopes. All for my life now. At this moment. Why? Life never is and never will be perfect. Even for perfection itself, I want what is now. If I had my way, back in Dunman Secondary or Hai Sing Catholic. Would I have MapleStory friends? Where would Eugene, Joshua, Chun Kee, Benedict be? What would I be doing without Faye, Fiona or Felicia to bug everyday? Where would I be hanging out at without Suraj, Matthew or Brandon? Who would I talk to without Heydi and Riana? How about Amelia? Not much, I don't talk that much to her but just like Nerissa and Monika, they made my education that bit more interesting. Without all that, what life is that? A substandard way of living. Perfect grades and no friends.

"No one ever had to be special to prove their worth."

This is the end. The death of hope and the burial of wishes. This is what I chose. My life I will lead. Starting from today, I take commands from no one. My decision is my own. If I must pay for my mistakes, should any result from these choices, so be it. This is me. Taking over.

"You only had to choose the way you will live."

8:01 PM

Oh believe me, this is gonna hurt, like hell.
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Monday, September 18, 2006

-A Bloodstained Letter-

In response to:

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To: Ansel Tempestt
From: The Guy You Once Called "Friend"

Feeling happy now? Hand in your pocket, feeling cocky and all? Too many friends I suppose. All you wanted right? Friends, a few gadgets and a small load of cash to blow? Well, breaking news, life ain't gonna survive on a dying dream or a flying fuck-as-if-I-care attitude. Life starts now, make it or break it. I can tell from your reactions you don't care what happens to me anymore and if I should die you probably would drop a dollar in the collection tin and walk off for a cup of coffee at McDonalds. Either way, that's not my business anymore.

However, you need to get your act going. Its N levels. A not-so-big thing but I'm sure people will judge you based on that. Let's be honest, kicks and personality is a party gimmick for the rich. Get jet set status then we'll talk compassion. Feeling burn in other people's shoes is just something you do when you can blow a hundred thousand dollars a night and wake up the next morning in front of your ATM withdrawing another few thousand. Not that I'm jealous of them or anything but it would help.

Whoever said money can't buy happiness is full of shit. He probably had 5 dollars in his wallet, nothing to his name, living in the streets and drinking a bottle of Jack Daniel's everyday. Drowning the fact that he's a complete loser and a bum which only the mentally handicapped or insane would date. Let's be honest, who's going to argue with me? I only speak the truth. Now, question time, would you rather be lazing back in your multimillion dollar house or would you rather be drinking a bottle of cheap alcohol? You know which to pick.

Doesn't take a genius to make a million dollars. But it does take cunning and a wicked heart. Maybe I'll see you around someday. I assure you this is the end. My life will go down the drain this year. Sure I've got perfect A1s but this will not last. You will surpass me and if you don't mind, if you ever get successful and you happen to see me down on my luck, give me a ride in your ferrari.

Yes, ok I'm kidding about the ferrari but you will beat me. That's that. But no matter where you go and what you do, don't forget the people who have helped you along the way. I'm perfectly content playing my guitar in Orchard Road for two dollars from a stranger with the only girl I'll ever want and life will be perfect like that. So you can leave me by myself. I'll be ok. But I'm sure the rest want a reward so return the favour. Signing off. Letter sent dated September 11th 2006.
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Ok. In response to that Daryl. Oops. Was I supposed to keep that a secret? Sorry. I mean Mr Chan. Oh right can't use your surname either. Oh well, sorry Mr Daryl Chan, I won't let anyone know your identity. Secret is safe. I'll call you DC. Secret. Shh. Anyway, apologies in advance for that. Have fun in Germany. And yes, I will get that ferrari. So I can drive to Orchard Road to give you your two dollars. Have a nice day.

7:45 PM

Bloodstains on the ballroom floor
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Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Imagine this scenario. Starting from the day you were born, given life so full of hope. There was always these two people who would take care of you. Want nothing but the best for you. Maybe you never got that because you simply didn't agree. Or they just couldn't for personal reason beyond their control.

But everyone grew up with the dream of one day taking care of someone else. As well as new life and giving everything you possibly can. Even if it meant your own life. But what happened? The entire race is corrupt with power and want only what was in their best interests.

Do you know that the original concept only left marks which couldn't be seen. A love that was not material. Past all that matter and opposition. You still got the love and care from two people who would otherwise not know you. No one signed a contract that day. No one said its a must do. They just felt it had to be done.

Hate them for any reason of your own but that is your personal war. Hatred stems from anger and anger starts from nothing. The only kind of fire that requires no fuel or spark. This is not to make you realise anything. Not to convince you that you owe your parents anything. This is to make you wonder what have you done worth taking note.

That is right. You owe them nothing. Its the greatest deal ever made. Everything for nothing. Even so, does that mean you have to hate anyone? Have you ever been alone. All on your own. Not a single soul to listen. You have a lot to say. Watching left and right as parents hug their children, filling a space within themselves, something to care for. A couple tries to understand each other. A gentle peck on the cheek, learning to have something to live for, someone to love.

You aren't set on a guilt trip for nothing. A path is made for purpose and reason. As such, it shall serve. People walk by you everyday, yet how many do you greet hello. What reason do you need. Do you feel strange saying something so casual to someone you have not come to know? They aren't total strangers to you. Just people you don't dare approach for some reason.

Do you know the greatest gift anyone can ever give you is friendship. It usually takes people years to understand that and some never learn it at all. But how does it feel to have someone at your side? Hand on your shoulder, telling you its always going to be this way and you never have to worry about anything else because you are who you are and you shouldn't change just because someone said so.

Surely someone meant something to you. A kind word. A caring action. That someone was meant to be your friend. Through and through. You share you life with someone else. That is one more person that understands your internal conflict. Once again, life spirals. No one made so much as a verbal agreement this will last forever. Doesn't always have to.

The cycle of life has to go on with or without you. If you don't keep up, you'll find yourself lost. You have a gift of understanding but you lack the resources. No one will help you. Its all against the tide. Those who can't keep up probably deserve to die. Unfortunately that's you. You're going to be the one that tried to swim away so badly you've gone so far no one will ever get you. That will be your turning point. The day you die.

Never did take a lot of effort for someone to help you back on track. You'll never be the same. But you now understand what being close death feels like. The sickening chill of an icy grave. Either way, you do not care anymore. Someone asks you if you have any regrets you say no and everything you do is what you intend to do. Then you decide your answer doesn't fit the point. You're are not ok. You are not going to be fine.

However, this is not a race one can finish alone. Neither can they change who they are. But you try so hard to make something different. To make up for every little failure and every small mistake which you now feel needs correction.

With all that you try your hardest to succeed. To be the one you envy. The life you want to life. The zeal you have always shown. Things will never go your way but at least its not going the way others want it to. Take comfort in the code of conduct for that is the safety line that if you lose grip, no one else can help you. You will fall and whether that is your final mistake, that decision is made by you.

Soon, you realise that not everything in the world can be logically understood, so you set off to look for answers from people who may know. That goes on for 5 years. But at the end of it all. You've achieved nothing and obtained nothing but lost time. Eventually you understand the most accurate statement you've ever heard. Time can be slowed, quickened or delayed. People can soon figure ways to do all that. But one thing they can't do is turn it back. What is lost, remains lost for eternity.

The definitions become so crystal. Forever isn't forever because when you look at things through the eyes of others you realise forever is until time ends. But the key point was till time ends. Which proves an eventual end. Even if its not so close by there is an end.

So, my friends. That is what you should always keep in mind. When you whisper in the ear of the one you love the most. Love you will have shouldn't last forever. Because some things should never have an end. Never cease.

Through this entire passage what did you think of? What do you understand now? If the answer is nothing, then that is really disappointing. But, if you realise that life isn't always flowers and chocolates, sweet honey and clear skies, well, welcome to my world.

7:19 PM

Between me and frickin artwork
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Monday, September 11, 2006

You guys like art? Anime maybe? I'm always up for a good one, send me a few from time to time. Nothing porno though. I don't have plans to draw anything like that. Hard to concentrate? Perhaps. But that's besides the point. I prefer clothing designs. Nothing that I'd wanna be a clothing designer and act retardedly gay and hang out with GG. That's creepy.

Would really appreciate any kind of help I can get so feel free to send in any tutorials and lessons. I love those. The kind of artwork I prefer is like Naruto-style. Not as in with flipping ninjas here and there. But with that certain "newer" manga style not that older one like DragonBallZ where everyone had eyeballs that could literally crush someone just by blinking. Yes, I've got my own books and stuff. Eclair of Kiddy Grade is nice right? Tad obscene here and there but that's minor.

Her eyes are up there kiddo. Yes. Look up. Great really. Sure halfway through the series they decided to touch up here and there and increase a few things but that's not the point. I just like the art style.

For some who requested my "proof" its below, taken from a site, where they did a survey. I'm not kidding. No, I didn't take part.

All guys. As you can infer from the chart I've proven that age old theory. 99% of men wank. The other 1% are liars. Don't think too hard, I know what you're trying to imply.

Ya know, its not true that guys don't get frustrated a lot. Its not true that we don't care. Ain't true that you don't matter. Life without love is like a guitar without strings. Useless.

8:23 PM

Congrata-fucking-lations
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Sunday, September 10, 2006

Stupid printer. That's it. I'm sending a complaint.

(What's in the e-mail)

A few months back I got a Lexmark X2350. Personally, I feel its perhaps the most annoying printer I've ever had. Even an older Lexmark printer made in 1997 or so was better than this by far. This current one has been getting on my nerves and the only thing it was actually "good" for was its scanning capability.

The ink ran out very fast under relaxed conditions, it ruined some, if not all, its print jobs and clogged up the sides of the printer feed numerous times with once clean-and-straight paper. Perhaps it may be the way its operated a that it requires a care level comparable to that of an mentally handicapped person with a severe case of attention deficit disorder but its still extremely frustrating to use.

Now I'm not saying that its entirely all bad but its reaching the point where I will personally illegally "modify" your stupid product with a ball-pein hammer and a chisel. I sincerely pray that this printer does not affect the psychological health of its other users. Suffice to say i ts following the same ideals set by JRR Tolkien and his stupid ring story. The more you use it, the more you slip into insanity.

For one, this printer has desecrated my mental health just by the act of being purchased.

As I type out this message, I was trying to print out a worksheet sent by a friend on MSN. The printer is jammed, won't turn off, the earth wire has come loose sending voltage up my arm as I tried to rectify the problem. This is not compliant to the regulations set by the electionics safety board. Therefore it is with all due respect that to anyone, this is an electrical safety hazard and should not be sold to anyone using a pacemaker or risk a heart attack.

In short, your warranty is of no use to any death resulting from your printer's poor wiring which seems to have been done in Mainland China according to the internal circuitry. I, for one, do and will never, trust the chinese in wiring anything. Possibly making containers and toys but beyond anything with the price tag of 200 dollars, it should be left to people who are actually trained in wiring circuitry.

My conclusion stands, I hope you choke on your nasi lemak you fat weasel.

Sincerely, Ansel Tempestt.

(End of e-mail)

And I will send this too. Already did though.

Told you.

6:53 PM

In the news today
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Thursday, September 07, 2006

Welcome. Hope you guys enjoyed that Lee Hsien Loong versus Lee Kuan Yew thing. Mee Pok is a dangerous food. Causes wars over it.

Moving on today, we have our correspondant Mr K. Poh working down at our news centre in Iraq. Why Iraq you ask? Cause its cheaper to buy workspace in an open minefield compared to Orchard Road.

In the news today and for the past few days, Steve Irwin has been killed by a stingray, witnesses say he was stabbed in the heart by a bull ray. Know-it-all experts claim he could have stayed alive if he did not pull the barb out as it was puncturing his vital organs. As some may know, the barb is serrated and extremely sharp. However in view of this, we should all go down to Tampines Neighbourhood 2 for some good ol' stingray with sambal. Lime is optional and so is rice.

4:43 PM

Credit cards and razor blades
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Wednesday, September 06, 2006

Heard about Steve Irwin right? Here's a clipping from a report.

"I never pictured a croc killing him, but I never pictured a stingray doing it, either," says Jack Hanna, director emeritus of the Columbus Zoo and Aquarium in Ohio. "It's like me getting killed by a poodle."

Sad really.

Anyway, today's all about signing up for accounts you'll never use. For instance I've signed up to sites on God-knows-where I got it from. Only to get a notice months later, someone wants to do this or that. Really. That's irritating.

Here's a list of stuff you can try.

Flixster
Friendster
IMVU
MSN
Multiply
MySpace
Neopets
Tagged
Yahoo

Interesting, no? I've never used fully about 80% of these sites. In fact, only surface scraping.

Remember the merge for Operation and Losing? Well here's your first proper statement from it.

Ever had a teacher who refers to himself or herself in the third person? For example his name is Mr Lim and he says, "Class, Mr Lim only wants whats best for you." So that's third person. I find that irritating. Try this, next time he/she says something like that reply something like, pretend its in my case, "But sir, I heard from Ansel's imaginary friend, Billy, that Mr Lim doesn't want to teach this class anymore!" Therefore making a fourth person view. Interesting?

And this is the product of boredom and sheer self inflated ego.
(tu)one dead is Joshua.
(li){*•·.·´¯ is Me (as in my response)

Note: This is what happens when you talk to me about stuff I don't care about.

(Yes that means I actually give more attention to hair coloration, stress and people's monthly periods more than I care about your trip. All the stuff, which by the way, I don't really pay much attention to in the first place.)

[5:37:28 PM] (tu)one dead: i am going overseas tml
[5:37:49 PM] (li){*•·.·´¯: er ok
[5:37:50 PM] (li){*•·.·´¯: sure
[5:38:01 PM] (tu)one dead: yup
[5:38:01 PM] (tu)one dead: so dont bother calling me
[5:38:22 PM] (li){*•·.·´¯: er i don't call you in the first place?
[5:38:33 PM] (tu)one dead: -_-
[5:38:36 PM] (tu)one dead: watever
[5:38:39 PM] (li){*•·.·´¯: well it is true
[5:38:56 PM] (tu)one dead: ...
[5:40:12 PM] (li){*•·.·´¯: seriously i call faye more than you...
[5:40:18 PM] (li){*•·.·´¯: and everyone knows that's never.
[5:40:27 PM] (tu)one dead: okok
[5:40:27 PM] (tu)one dead: i mean sms
[5:40:28 PM] (tu)one dead: watver
[5:40:32 PM] (tu)one dead: argh...
[5:40:50 PM] (li){*•·.·´¯: but i don't sms anyway?
[5:41:03 PM] (tu)one dead: yes u do..
[5:41:05 PM] (tu)one dead: sometimes
[5:41:07 PM] (tu)one dead: so yup
[5:41:09 PM] (tu)one dead: jsut shhh
[5:41:38 PM] (li){*•·.·´¯: you're like lowest ranking next to eugene and suraj. as in.. 157th place tie? no, wait you're 158th.
[5:42:02 PM] (tu)one dead: so?....
[5:42:08 PM] (tu)one dead: the point is i wont be here
[5:42:10 PM] (tu)one dead: ok?
[5:42:13 PM] (tu)one dead: there fullstop
[5:42:15 PM] (tu)one dead: sshshs
[5:43:09 PM] (li){*•·.·´¯: but if you wanted me to shh why are you still msging?

Next time you wanna open your trap make sure I actually give a shit. Brandon and I warmly wish you happy holidays and hope you break a leg. I mean really. Break one. Or both if you're that qualified.

However if you don't like my service you can give customer service a call or drop by during office hours, which are 8.00am to 8.01am. Do give us at least 58 seconds to straighten up and get fully dressed. Also give an additional 1.5sec to unlock the door. Don't send us any mail, we won't reply. We strictly believe in saving the trees.

Back to the posting. In parliment today there was an arguement between our Prime Minister and Senior Minister. Nothing physical though.

This is how it started.

You see, Lee Hsien Loong later ate the Mee Pok. Lee Kuan Yew wasn't too happy.

KuanYew: Oi! You eat my Mee Pok ah? Bloody hell. You watch out.
HsienLoong: Ya ya. I very scared of you. My gang bigger hor.
KuanYew: You dare talk to me like that? I am your father!

HsienLoong: My balls bigger.

KuanYew: Try la! Come compare!

HsienLoong: Bigger than your house sia!
KuanYew: My house is your house right?!

SRNathan: OI! MAKE SO MUCH NOISE 干吗(GAN MA)?! Shaddup and say sorry!

Short story. Not that I hate them or anything. Just is.

Here's a clip from the Operation Procrastination Team 2. Slacking off. Cause that's what we do. The dude you see we're pointing at is Nicholas. The hand that takes away the book and stuff with the finger and all belongs to Joshua and since Eugene was unavailable to be cameraman, I took up the job.

I don't know if you enjoyed any part of it. It was just crap when we were bored so relax.

Besides that. Nothing else. I'll leave you with a few final words before I take my leave for this post.

"Dreams don't survive on dreams alone. With all that you want comes a price. A price that no one can pay but you. Love may be the biggest dream you can ever have. The kind you share with someone special. Never was about him or her. Just all about you. Learn what you want for yourself and you will learn to treat that special someone the same way." - Unknown

10:10 PM

Step right up, folks!
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Tuesday, September 05, 2006

Step right up, folks! Today the name of the game is Pun-ishment. Stupid pun jokes here and there. Heard the story Ra-pun-zel? Neither have I, but we'll move along.

The first offical post of Project Salvacion. Hmm, it doesn't take a genius to figure the meaning. Salvacion(Spanish for Salvation). Project was just added in for the fun of it. If you check Project Salvation, its a Spanish site, or at least when I checked it, it was. Could be a porn site now. Hey, anything is possible.

Anyone played Dynasty Warriors? A brain-dead whack-to-kill game about senseless violence set in the period of the Romance Of The Three Kingdoms (Shin Sangoku Musuo). I like the style of Zhuge Liang. Interesting. Kills people with a feather fan. Who says everyone must like the most powerful character? Incidentally the most powerful is Lu Bu, an ancient Chinese war "demon" who got executed and stuff. He killed God-knows-how-many people. I don't know the whole story, go read up.

Tried Werther's Original? My dad called it worthless original. Just like the kid. Here, kid, you're worth less than the clothes you're wearing. Sad but funny then.

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