here's something for adalmin.
you are one funny woman. i guess you kick ass.
for one, you made recess in bp interesting.
and you play good halo. gave me a bit of a challenge. haha. nah, you good. made me run for my money. that is, if i had money.
and you write good. insanely funny wtf posts. and you write a lot of good good. it's like, how much time DO you spend on that blog.
and you a real person. not pretentious. no. you know who you are, and to hell with those who don't know who you are. it's your foot up their sorry asses.
and you got deep pockets haha. well, relative to my pockets. but you don't generally rub it in. generally.
well, here's to adalmin. yay.
Labels: Some people simply must cease to exist.
wheeeee9... i miss u tooo..and yes im stil with adidas8man...i tried calling u jus now but...i dont have ur number.. =\ i duno if u hav a fone too.. =( and i duno who i was calling3 jus now too =(( hmm..i know u dont really come online..but i wanna meet u coz im having holidays and6 so are u...anyway prata is good..but i like plain99 ol egg prata...i nvr dared try any other flavoured pratas..mayb u can bring me to eat some good 8egg n onion prata or smth..HAHA...call me can...i left my number here pls go n find it5. =D hahha oh n i watched tt video...hehe..u are still a big headed and tall eggysun... =D
You know, i generally believe in being an open minded person. I mean, we should all just go with the flow as much as possible, and in turn allow other people to do the same. Like, i've got buddies who smoke. i'm not for it, let me tell ya. but i respect their decisions. they know full well what they're in for anyway. heh, this buddy of mine even gave me an interesting reason behind his smoking:
"i don't wanna live to a ripe old age and take care of my health and eat proper food, exercise, basically just live that perfect lifestyle. 'cus you know what? i'm gonna die anyway, and if i live like that, i'll have no f*cking idea why i'll die in the end. with smoking, i'll know it's because of the smoke."
i guess many would say that all that's just some really whacked bullshit. i dunno man. to me, it's just funny. and it's not my life, so yeah. just don't expect me to joiun you guys, huh (which they don't anyway). so basically, i respect their right to their shit, and they respect my right to mine.
anyway (was a tinsy bit off tangent there), it's all about keeping an open mind. smokers aren't necessarily bad people, and bad people aren't necessarily smokers. i mean, just look at Bush.
so that's the kind of philosophy in life that i wanna adopt: people aren't evil. but i guess there are exceptions. not jews. not chinese people. and not mats. okay maybe mats. but that's another story. i'm talking about taxi drivers. not all taxi drivers. some. okay maybe most. ah heck, all of them.
you see, i'm not trying to put down the wonderful contributions to society that taxi drivers tend to make, but this one experience with a taxi driver really really made me sick. it was horrible man..
we were in the queue of a taxi stand at the hospital. and then we got on a cab... you know what? i don't even think it's really worth typing so much about. so i summarise. the one thing that really made me, my mum, my neighbour, and her two little kids really sick in the cab was insanely bad driving.
you'd think that taxi drivers are well trained in, you know, DRIVING! this guy apparently had no effing idea how to drive well. yeah, he followed all the rules of the road, and we got back home in one piece, but wtf man.. we pay you to get us home comfortably, not with lunch half way back up the gullet.
the thing is, this guy couldn't cruise for nuts. man, he had no control. it went like this: accelerate for one sec, then let go of the pedal for two, then accelerate again, then let go then etc. i actually saw the needle in the speedometer bob up and down, and that was on the expressway. here's some perspective as to why it made us so so sick. it's all about science (or pseudo science, 'cus i don't know shit about it)
newton (the apple-on-head guy) said that the rate of change of momentum of a body is directly proportional to the resultant force acting on it, and points in the same direction as that force. and if the mass of a body is constant, then the momentum changes only with velocity. that said, force = mass x change in velocity = mass x acceleration. so when you accelerate, you feel a force, k? okay.
when the cab accelerates, the resultant force points forward. so we in the car experience a force acting forwards as well. because of inertia, and how the inner ear works, we feel like we're being pushed back into our seats.
then the driver lets the pedal go: there isn't anymore driving force from the engine to propel the cab forward. but there is friction which opposes the forward motion of the cab. so the resultant force is backwards, because the car decelerates. so we feel a force backwards: we feel as if we're gonna jump out the windshield. then you just repeat the process. by the way, if you're reading this, then enjoy the headache.
try this. you're looking at the screen of the laptop or computer, reading this insane post, wishing to tear your head apart. now accelerate towards the screen. make sure you feel the acceleration. then, just as you're about to hit the screen, pull your head back away from it. again, make sure you feel the acceleration. that's what we felt in the cab. throughout the hour-long ride.
okay, that's that. couple those sensations with what your eyes see. as for us, we saw the ladnscape rolling by. so the eyes tell the brain that we're moving forward. but the body tells it that we're constantly being pushed forward and back. this kind of sensory conflict is just toxic. i have no idea why, but because of this, we get all woozy. so we wanna puke.
BUT WE CAN'T. 'cus we're in an effing cab. i hate cabs. i hate bad drivers. especially if they're cab drivers. they make me sick (literally). die, cabbies, die.
mo offense meant to good cabbies.
Helloooo Fad!
How are you? Still with Adidasman?
Working? Enjoying life?
Miss me? I guess i miss you, haha.
I think i remember seeing one of your comments on veoh for gungrave.
Do you have a blog? Do like to eat prata? I like prata. especially the egg onion one. sometimes chees egg is nice too. but i don't really like plain prata. especially the really greasy ones. haha i'm spouting crap right now.
Bye fad!!
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Last post: 15 April ‘07
Whoa… what a pathetic loser I am…
That aside, here are the ten most significant things that have happened to me since then:
1. Getting a new guitar.
Can you imagine how hard it is to play a guitar with a chipped nut? As lewd as it may sound, a guitar with a chipped nut is very, very hard to play. And it gets worse when you try to compensate by stuffing some paper between the nut and the string a la fixing a wobbly table during exams…
With this new guitar that isn’t so new ‘cause it was bought off a second hand store (what can I say? I’m sorta a mat), I can at least happily strum without any risk of having errant pieces of paper previously stuffed in between other stuff shoot up into my nostrils. Yippee.
2. Dad starts working overseas.
Well, long story short, Dad had a brilliant idea to venture into Malaysia, trying to train educators there. So he quit his day job, and has been regularly gallivanting up north, pilfering the unknowing Malaysian education honchos of their money (which they probably embezzled anyway).
I have to give it to him though… He’s found a very lucrative investment opportunity. And who could think of something more sustainable then trying to train Malaysian educators, huh? Imagine that… wawasan 2020 my pie hole. Spend millions on a space tourist… heh. Meanwhile…
3. Brother decides to drive Dad’s kinda new car while he’s away. Brother didn’t have a licence, by the way. He still doesn’t. You’ll find out why soon enough.
The event itself as stated above should be self explanatory, but I think it merits a tinsy bit more elaboration.
Up till that fateful evening, Dad’s been training Brother to drive. He could drive decently enough after some time. It still felt like he’d tip the car over every time he rounded a corner, but it was a hell of a lot better than the beginning (note to beginner drivers: DO NOT speed down a slope that leads to a stop sign marking an intersection with a major road full of heavy traffic SANS SEATBELTS).
That night, he decided to again drive out with friends without Dad’s permission (wasn’t his first time, Dad scolded him many times before). I have no idea how it happened, but he got involved in an accident, along with three other car drivers. And their cars, of course. Supposedly, it wasn’t his fault: the taxi driver did it (sigh, it’s always the taxi drivers. Touting, flouting, and then starting massive tetra-vehicular pile ups). Nobody cared though. Not the cab driver. Not the Merc driver. Not that other driver. And neither the police. No licence + driving + near vehicular manslaughter = very, very big NO NO.
So he got banned from driving (hey, he couldn’t drive without a licence anyway) for a year I think. And Dad had to pay for the repairs. All four cars’ worth of repairs.
4. BROADBAND INTERNET ACCESS.
Okay, it’s important to consider here that I am a run of the mill mat. Can’t afford much. So I was damn happy with broadband. For one, I didn’t have to illegally do anything to get online, like leeching and mooching. That is to say, I can legally use the internet! HAH! Take THAT you government watchdogs! You can’t catch me for leeching!
Secondly, I didn’t have to limit my bandwidth to hide my downloading of anime. HAH! So now I can get anime episodes in like ten minutes instead of ten hours. HAH! But then…
5. Bloody ODEX
They had to get the government involved. Can’t really download anymore ‘cause of prosecution. Man, Singapore’s been the laughing stock of the entire fansubbing community… Not that it mattered anyway..
6. Broadband got screwed up anyway..
Stupid mechanical messed up effed up worthless white elephant shit. Can’t even load pages more than half the time now.. Which means to say that the connection to the internet is way tipsy. Which means to say…
7. Cut off from MSN
NO MESSENGER??? WTF WTF? NOT EVEN WEBMESSENGER? YOU ARE ONE MESSED UP SON OF A B*TCH.
No communication with old buddies. No communications with new buddies. None. Nada. Oh how the phone bill soared after that.
8. Brother goes to the army.
Now this is self explanatory: five days every week by myself at home. Woohoo!!
9. Teachers Day (embarrassing shit)
10. ‘A’ LEVELS ARE OVER!!!!!!!!
No freaking econs for the rest of my life! No more Le Chatelier’s Principle for chem! No more school! No more school? ….
Hmm. No more school. No more corner-relaxing at school with fellow mats. No more insulting teachers. No more getting insulted by teachers.. Lot’s of no mores.
Man…
I’m gonna miss this year.
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