I will be away till further notice.
PS: Dunch worry, this blog is not shutting down. I'm juz on my sabbatical
PPS: continue to poll on my birthday thingy K
April 12, 2007
Random Quotes
助人如助己。 还人心愿， 如还己心愿
"You don't appreciate a lot of stuff in school until you get older. Little things like being spanked every day by a middle aged woman: Stuff you pay good money for in later life." - Emo Philips
"You don't appreciate a lot of stuff in school until you get older. Little things like being spanked every day by a middle aged woman: Stuff you pay good money for in later life." - Emo Philips
Multi Linguistic Capabilities
I chanced upon this in youtube...
Very versatile indeed.. though there's a little of swearing.. do take it in stride k
Very versatile indeed.. though there's a little of swearing.. do take it in stride k
April 11, 2007
"Why" by Nicole Nordeman
Disclaimer: Please note that this is christian material.
1. Play the music File
2. Start the Slide Show with 9sec settings.
3. Look at the lyrics
Thank you.
Easter Pictures
We rode into town the other day
Just me and my Daddy
He said I'd finally reached that age
And I could ride next to him on a horse
That of course was not quite as wide
We heard a crowd of people shouting
And so we stopped to find out why
And there was that man
That my dad said he loved
But today there was fear in his eyes
So I said "Daddy, why are they screaming?
Why are the faces of some of them beaming?
Why is He dressed in that bright purple robe?
I'll bet that crown hurts Him more than He shows
Daddy, please can't you do something?
He looks as though He's gonna cry
you said he was stronger than all of those guys
Daddy, please tell me why
Why does everyone want him to die?"
Later that day the sky grew cloudy
And Daddy said I should go inside
Somehow he knew things would get stormy
Boy was he right
But I could not keep from wondering
If there was something he had to hide
So after he left I had to find out
I was not afraid of getting lost
So I followed the crowds
To a hill where I knew men had been killed
And I heard a voice come from the cross
And it said, "Father, why are they screaming?
Why are the faces of some of them beaming?
Why are they casting their lots for My robe?
This crown of thorns hurts Me more than it shows
Father, please can't You do something?
I know that You must hear My cry
I thought I could handle the cross of this size
Father, remind Me why
Why does everyone want Me to die?
When will I understand why?"
"My precious Son, I hear them screaming
I'm watching the face of the enemy beaming
But soon I will clothe You in robes of My own
Jesus, this hurts Me much more than You know
But this dark hour I must do nothing
Though I've heard Your unbearable cry
The power in Your blood destroys all of the lies
Soon You'll see past their unmerciful eyes
Look there below, see the child
Trembling by her father's side
Now I can tell You why
She is why You must die"
The song above touched me on Easter Sunday! My bestest Buddy was the one asked to sing this song and I must say her singing really improved. I was visibly touched by the lyrics and the apt-ness of the pictures. The pictures were drawn by a teenager. And i guess they chose the right song as well.
Well.. let's see where the next 6 mths lead...
1. Play the music File
2. Start the Slide Show with 9sec settings.
3. Look at the lyrics
Thank you.
Easter Pictures
We rode into town the other day
Just me and my Daddy
He said I'd finally reached that age
And I could ride next to him on a horse
That of course was not quite as wide
We heard a crowd of people shouting
And so we stopped to find out why
And there was that man
That my dad said he loved
But today there was fear in his eyes
So I said "Daddy, why are they screaming?
Why are the faces of some of them beaming?
Why is He dressed in that bright purple robe?
I'll bet that crown hurts Him more than He shows
Daddy, please can't you do something?
He looks as though He's gonna cry
you said he was stronger than all of those guys
Daddy, please tell me why
Why does everyone want him to die?"
Later that day the sky grew cloudy
And Daddy said I should go inside
Somehow he knew things would get stormy
Boy was he right
But I could not keep from wondering
If there was something he had to hide
So after he left I had to find out
I was not afraid of getting lost
So I followed the crowds
To a hill where I knew men had been killed
And I heard a voice come from the cross
And it said, "Father, why are they screaming?
Why are the faces of some of them beaming?
Why are they casting their lots for My robe?
This crown of thorns hurts Me more than it shows
Father, please can't You do something?
I know that You must hear My cry
I thought I could handle the cross of this size
Father, remind Me why
Why does everyone want Me to die?
When will I understand why?"
"My precious Son, I hear them screaming
I'm watching the face of the enemy beaming
But soon I will clothe You in robes of My own
Jesus, this hurts Me much more than You know
But this dark hour I must do nothing
Though I've heard Your unbearable cry
The power in Your blood destroys all of the lies
Soon You'll see past their unmerciful eyes
Look there below, see the child
Trembling by her father's side
Now I can tell You why
She is why You must die"
The song above touched me on Easter Sunday! My bestest Buddy was the one asked to sing this song and I must say her singing really improved. I was visibly touched by the lyrics and the apt-ness of the pictures. The pictures were drawn by a teenager. And i guess they chose the right song as well.
Well.. let's see where the next 6 mths lead...
Singapore PM's salary stuns White House official
A senior White House official on Tuesday admitted he was floored by the news that Singapore's prime minister earned five times more than US President George W. Bush.
"I'm going to emigrate and run for office in Singapore," the official said on condition he be identified only as "a senior administration official who sits in disbelief after reading that story."
On Monday, the Singapore government had announced a fresh 25.5 percent pay hike for Prime Minister Lee Hsien Loong, boosting his salary to 2.05 million dollars per year.
Bush gets paid 400,000 dollars per year for doing his job, according to the White House.
Combined with personal investment income, he and his wife Laura reported 618,694 dollars in taxable income in the 2005 fiscal year. They had to pay 187,768 dollars in federal taxes.
But maybe Bush shouldn't feel so bad.
The Singaporean's paycheck is eight times fatter than Japanese Prime Minister Shinzo Abe's.
"I'm going to emigrate and run for office in Singapore," the official said on condition he be identified only as "a senior administration official who sits in disbelief after reading that story."
On Monday, the Singapore government had announced a fresh 25.5 percent pay hike for Prime Minister Lee Hsien Loong, boosting his salary to 2.05 million dollars per year.
Bush gets paid 400,000 dollars per year for doing his job, according to the White House.
Combined with personal investment income, he and his wife Laura reported 618,694 dollars in taxable income in the 2005 fiscal year. They had to pay 187,768 dollars in federal taxes.
But maybe Bush shouldn't feel so bad.
The Singaporean's paycheck is eight times fatter than Japanese Prime Minister Shinzo Abe's.
Give Me Liberty Or Give Me Death
By Patrick Henry, March 23, 1775.
No man thinks more highly than I do of the patriotism, as well as abilities, of the very worthy gentlemen who have just addressed the House. But different men often see the same subject in different lights; and, therefore, I hope it will not be thought disrespectful to those gentlemen if, entertaining as I do opinions of a character very opposite to theirs, I shall speak forth my sentiments freely and without reserve. This is no time for ceremony. The questing before the House is one of awful moment to this country. For my own part, I consider it as nothing less than a question of freedom or slavery; and in proportion to the magnitude of the subject ought to be the freedom of the debate. It is only in this way that we can hope to arrive at truth, and fulfill the great responsibility which we hold to God and our country. Should I keep back my opinions at such a time, through fear of giving offense, I should consider myself as guilty of treason towards my country, and of an act of disloyalty toward the Majesty of Heaven, which I revere above all earthly kings.
Mr. President, it is natural to man to indulge in the illusions of hope. We are apt to shut our eyes against a painful truth, and listen to the song of that siren till she transforms us into beasts. Is this the part of wise men, engaged in a great and arduous struggle for liberty? Are we disposed to be of the number of those who, having eyes, see not, and, having ears, hear not, the things which so nearly concern their temporal salvation? For my part, whatever anguish of spirit it may cost, I am willing to know the whole truth; to know the worst, and to provide for it.
I have but one lamp by which my feet are guided, and that is the lamp of experience. I know of no way of judging of the future but by the past. And judging by the past, I wish to know what there has been in the conduct of the British ministry for the last ten years to justify those hopes with which gentlemen have been pleased to solace themselves and the House. Is it that insidious smile with which our petition has been lately received? Trust it not, sir; it will prove a snare to your feet. Suffer not yourselves to be betrayed with a kiss. Ask yourselves how this gracious reception of our petition comports with those warlike preparations which cover our waters and darken our land. Are fleets and armies necessary to a work of love and reconciliation? Have we shown ourselves so unwilling to be reconciled that force must be called in to win back our love? Let us not deceive ourselves, sir. These are the implements of war and subjugation; the last arguments to which kings resort. I ask gentlemen, sir, what means this martial array, if its purpose be not to force us to submission? Can gentlemen assign any other possible motive for it? Has Great Britain any enemy, in this quarter of the world, to call for all this accumulation of navies and armies? No, sir, she has none. They are meant for us: they can be meant for no other. They are sent over to bind and rivet upon us those chains which the British ministry have been so long forging. And what have we to oppose to them? Shall we try argument? Sir, we have been trying that for the last ten years. Have we anything new to offer upon the subject? Nothing. We have held the subject up in every light of which it is capable; but it has been all in vain. Shall we resort to entreaty and humble supplication? What terms shall we find which have not been already exhausted? Let us not, I beseech you, sir, deceive ourselves. Sir, we have done everything that could be done to avert the storm which is now coming on. We have petitioned; we have remonstrated; we have supplicated; we have prostrated ourselves before the throne, and have implored its interposition to arrest the tyrannical hands of the ministry and Parliament. Our petitions have been slighted; our remonstrances have produced additional violence and insult; our supplications have been disregarded; and we have been spurned, with contempt, from the foot of the throne! In vain, after these things, may we indulge the fond hope of peace and reconciliation. There is no longer any room for hope. If we wish to be free-- if we mean to preserve inviolate those inestimable privileges for which we have been so long contending--if we mean not basely to abandon the noble struggle in which we have been so long engaged, and which we have pledged ourselves never to abandon until the glorious object of our contest shall be obtained--we must fight! I repeat it, sir, we must fight! An appeal to arms and to the God of hosts is all that is left us!
They tell us, sir, that we are weak; unable to cope with so formidable an adversary. But when shall we be stronger? Will it be the next week, or the next year? Will it be when we are totally disarmed, and when a British guard shall be stationed in every house? Shall we gather strength by irresolution and inaction? Shall we acquire the means of effectual resistance by lying supinely on our backs and hugging the delusive phantom of hope, until our enemies shall have bound us hand and foot? Sir, we are not weak if we make a proper use of those means which the God of nature hath placed in our power. The millions of people, armed in the holy cause of liberty, and in such a country as that which we possess, are invincible by any force which our enemy can send against us. Besides, sir, we shall not fight our battles alone. There is a just God who presides over the destinies of nations, and who will raise up friends to fight our battles for us. The battle, sir, is not to the strong alone; it is to the vigilant, the active, the brave. Besides, sir, we have no election. If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest. There is no retreat but in submission and slavery! Our chains are forged! Their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston! The war is inevitable--and let it come! I repeat it, sir, let it come.
It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry, Peace, Peace-- but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!
ED: What are your thoughts after reading this... i was curious after reading a post by Gavin.. i went to google for this speech... it left me dumbstruck
No man thinks more highly than I do of the patriotism, as well as abilities, of the very worthy gentlemen who have just addressed the House. But different men often see the same subject in different lights; and, therefore, I hope it will not be thought disrespectful to those gentlemen if, entertaining as I do opinions of a character very opposite to theirs, I shall speak forth my sentiments freely and without reserve. This is no time for ceremony. The questing before the House is one of awful moment to this country. For my own part, I consider it as nothing less than a question of freedom or slavery; and in proportion to the magnitude of the subject ought to be the freedom of the debate. It is only in this way that we can hope to arrive at truth, and fulfill the great responsibility which we hold to God and our country. Should I keep back my opinions at such a time, through fear of giving offense, I should consider myself as guilty of treason towards my country, and of an act of disloyalty toward the Majesty of Heaven, which I revere above all earthly kings.
Mr. President, it is natural to man to indulge in the illusions of hope. We are apt to shut our eyes against a painful truth, and listen to the song of that siren till she transforms us into beasts. Is this the part of wise men, engaged in a great and arduous struggle for liberty? Are we disposed to be of the number of those who, having eyes, see not, and, having ears, hear not, the things which so nearly concern their temporal salvation? For my part, whatever anguish of spirit it may cost, I am willing to know the whole truth; to know the worst, and to provide for it.
I have but one lamp by which my feet are guided, and that is the lamp of experience. I know of no way of judging of the future but by the past. And judging by the past, I wish to know what there has been in the conduct of the British ministry for the last ten years to justify those hopes with which gentlemen have been pleased to solace themselves and the House. Is it that insidious smile with which our petition has been lately received? Trust it not, sir; it will prove a snare to your feet. Suffer not yourselves to be betrayed with a kiss. Ask yourselves how this gracious reception of our petition comports with those warlike preparations which cover our waters and darken our land. Are fleets and armies necessary to a work of love and reconciliation? Have we shown ourselves so unwilling to be reconciled that force must be called in to win back our love? Let us not deceive ourselves, sir. These are the implements of war and subjugation; the last arguments to which kings resort. I ask gentlemen, sir, what means this martial array, if its purpose be not to force us to submission? Can gentlemen assign any other possible motive for it? Has Great Britain any enemy, in this quarter of the world, to call for all this accumulation of navies and armies? No, sir, she has none. They are meant for us: they can be meant for no other. They are sent over to bind and rivet upon us those chains which the British ministry have been so long forging. And what have we to oppose to them? Shall we try argument? Sir, we have been trying that for the last ten years. Have we anything new to offer upon the subject? Nothing. We have held the subject up in every light of which it is capable; but it has been all in vain. Shall we resort to entreaty and humble supplication? What terms shall we find which have not been already exhausted? Let us not, I beseech you, sir, deceive ourselves. Sir, we have done everything that could be done to avert the storm which is now coming on. We have petitioned; we have remonstrated; we have supplicated; we have prostrated ourselves before the throne, and have implored its interposition to arrest the tyrannical hands of the ministry and Parliament. Our petitions have been slighted; our remonstrances have produced additional violence and insult; our supplications have been disregarded; and we have been spurned, with contempt, from the foot of the throne! In vain, after these things, may we indulge the fond hope of peace and reconciliation. There is no longer any room for hope. If we wish to be free-- if we mean to preserve inviolate those inestimable privileges for which we have been so long contending--if we mean not basely to abandon the noble struggle in which we have been so long engaged, and which we have pledged ourselves never to abandon until the glorious object of our contest shall be obtained--we must fight! I repeat it, sir, we must fight! An appeal to arms and to the God of hosts is all that is left us!
They tell us, sir, that we are weak; unable to cope with so formidable an adversary. But when shall we be stronger? Will it be the next week, or the next year? Will it be when we are totally disarmed, and when a British guard shall be stationed in every house? Shall we gather strength by irresolution and inaction? Shall we acquire the means of effectual resistance by lying supinely on our backs and hugging the delusive phantom of hope, until our enemies shall have bound us hand and foot? Sir, we are not weak if we make a proper use of those means which the God of nature hath placed in our power. The millions of people, armed in the holy cause of liberty, and in such a country as that which we possess, are invincible by any force which our enemy can send against us. Besides, sir, we shall not fight our battles alone. There is a just God who presides over the destinies of nations, and who will raise up friends to fight our battles for us. The battle, sir, is not to the strong alone; it is to the vigilant, the active, the brave. Besides, sir, we have no election. If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest. There is no retreat but in submission and slavery! Our chains are forged! Their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston! The war is inevitable--and let it come! I repeat it, sir, let it come.
It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry, Peace, Peace-- but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!
ED: What are your thoughts after reading this... i was curious after reading a post by Gavin.. i went to google for this speech... it left me dumbstruck
April 10, 2007
Hmmm..surfin at this hour... i stumbled upon this Maria Ozawa.
Sibei hot lor~... then realised she is actually a porn star... wah lau.. WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
sighhh.. well there is this 1 other picture i could not resist posting...
maria pix
Leave a comment on wat u tink of her picture...
Sibei hot lor~... then realised she is actually a porn star... wah lau.. WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
sighhh.. well there is this 1 other picture i could not resist posting...
maria pix
Leave a comment on wat u tink of her picture...
Manism
RIYADH (Reuters) - A Saudi man lost a bit of his nose in a joint assault by his two wives after he jokingly threatened to marry a third woman.
Judaie Ibn Salem had thought his threat would help resolve an argument over dividing up his house.
"I swore that I would do it because ... they were impolite and that's when I came under an even bigger attack," Ibn Salem told Shams newspaper after having seven stitches inserted.
"I never realized they would get so worked up. But the only way to restore my dignity is really to take a third wife.
"I don't know what I'm going to lose next if I do that."
Islamic law allows men to take up to four wives and polygamy is not unusual in the conservative kingdom of Saudi Arabia, the birthplace of Islam.
© Reuters 2007. All Rights Reserved.
ED: This arab sibei man lor... nose being taken apart for tinkin of taking 3rd wife... Now he wants to action his thots.. surely will lose his head... lolx
Judaie Ibn Salem had thought his threat would help resolve an argument over dividing up his house.
"I swore that I would do it because ... they were impolite and that's when I came under an even bigger attack," Ibn Salem told Shams newspaper after having seven stitches inserted.
"I never realized they would get so worked up. But the only way to restore my dignity is really to take a third wife.
"I don't know what I'm going to lose next if I do that."
Islamic law allows men to take up to four wives and polygamy is not unusual in the conservative kingdom of Saudi Arabia, the birthplace of Islam.
© Reuters 2007. All Rights Reserved.
ED: This arab sibei man lor... nose being taken apart for tinkin of taking 3rd wife... Now he wants to action his thots.. surely will lose his head... lolx
This is way too cool
I was searching for some stuff for work... then i stumbled on this..
ED: Okay..this advert juz prompted me to remember to sign up for Jap classes and to learn my TOELF
ED: This reminds me of Uncle.. his pedophile desires... hahahahaha
Sibei kool hor~.. i aso cannot stand myself @ times.. researching on the internet is abit too fun for me... i tink i am falling sick... coz i suddenly love my job
ED: Okay..this advert juz prompted me to remember to sign up for Jap classes and to learn my TOELF
ED: This reminds me of Uncle.. his pedophile desires... hahahahaha
Sibei kool hor~.. i aso cannot stand myself @ times.. researching on the internet is abit too fun for me... i tink i am falling sick... coz i suddenly love my job
art imitating life vs. life imitating art?
It’s wearing on my mind, Im speaking all my doubts aloud
You rob a dead man’s grave, then flaunt it like you did create
If I hit bottom and everythings gone
In the great mississippi, please drown me and run
It’s digging time again, you’re nurturing the weakest trend
Those with the heart and the brain to get past this
Can spot a pathetic without even asking
Fuck your magazine, and fuck the long dead plastic scene
Pierce a new hole, if hell was in
You’d give your soul
The Great Southern Trendkill
Buy it at a store, from mtv to on the floor
You look just like a star, its proof you dont know who you are
Its bullshit time again, you’ll save the world within !
Your trend
Politically relieved, youre product sold and well received
The right words spoken gold, if I was God you’d sell your soul to
The Great Southern Trendkill
-Phil Anselmo (1996)
I think the parallel’s are interesting enough.
ED: Gotten this off Steve Vogel's blog... very interesting take.. i likey
You rob a dead man’s grave, then flaunt it like you did create
If I hit bottom and everythings gone
In the great mississippi, please drown me and run
It’s digging time again, you’re nurturing the weakest trend
Those with the heart and the brain to get past this
Can spot a pathetic without even asking
Fuck your magazine, and fuck the long dead plastic scene
Pierce a new hole, if hell was in
You’d give your soul
The Great Southern Trendkill
Buy it at a store, from mtv to on the floor
You look just like a star, its proof you dont know who you are
Its bullshit time again, you’ll save the world within !
Your trend
Politically relieved, youre product sold and well received
The right words spoken gold, if I was God you’d sell your soul to
The Great Southern Trendkill
-Phil Anselmo (1996)
I think the parallel’s are interesting enough.
ED: Gotten this off Steve Vogel's blog... very interesting take.. i likey
April 9, 2007
Common sense is no longer common
Talk abt stoopidity amongst humans... some singaporeans barely have enuff to eat..and somewhere on this sunny isle, there's 2 geniuses who spent $2500 for 2 dogs to mate and give birth to mongrel hybrids of jack russels with hippie hair or shih tzus with bad hair days...
Common sense is indeed no longer common.....
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[SINGAPORE]Jack Russel, Shih Tzu tie the knot in lavish wedding
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A 2-year-old female Jack Russel terrier and a 3-year-old Shih Tzu tied the knot in a lavish wedding on Sunday.
Their owners – Jasmine Tan and June Koh – who work at the same pet cafe said the relationship between the two mutts is more than just puppy love.
The Shih Tzu, named Judan, is usually unfriendly and snappy with other dogs but around the terrier, Cash, he is docile.
Just like any other union, they exchanged vows, followed by dinner for about 50 other canine friends and their owners.
The pet owners forked out more than S$2,500 for this happy day.
Although the newlyweds will share a matrimonial home, they will continue to live with their respective owners who will provide them with a lot of opportunities for romantic rendezvous.
Common sense is indeed no longer common.....
*************************************
[SINGAPORE]Jack Russel, Shih Tzu tie the knot in lavish wedding
*************************************
A 2-year-old female Jack Russel terrier and a 3-year-old Shih Tzu tied the knot in a lavish wedding on Sunday.
Their owners – Jasmine Tan and June Koh – who work at the same pet cafe said the relationship between the two mutts is more than just puppy love.
The Shih Tzu, named Judan, is usually unfriendly and snappy with other dogs but around the terrier, Cash, he is docile.
Just like any other union, they exchanged vows, followed by dinner for about 50 other canine friends and their owners.
The pet owners forked out more than S$2,500 for this happy day.
Although the newlyweds will share a matrimonial home, they will continue to live with their respective owners who will provide them with a lot of opportunities for romantic rendezvous.
Ooooh.. i like webshots alot now... spent abt 30mins this morning playin with its new functions as alex reccomended... found it to be extremely kool... i like the auto-play slide thingy.. hahaha..
I spent my easter break in melaka with some frenz.. some new some old.. but all good.. we missed the presense of some good chaps.. hopefully can go again with more pple.. it was fun to stay up talking and playin cards till 5am.. was fun to eat stay celup and see uncle moving in on nubile young impressionable Indon char bors... Couple walking thru pasar malam toegther... me buying lots of toys for my fave kid...
Look at the pictures for more....
Melaka 2007
I spent my easter break in melaka with some frenz.. some new some old.. but all good.. we missed the presense of some good chaps.. hopefully can go again with more pple.. it was fun to stay up talking and playin cards till 5am.. was fun to eat stay celup and see uncle moving in on nubile young impressionable Indon char bors... Couple walking thru pasar malam toegther... me buying lots of toys for my fave kid...
Look at the pictures for more....
Melaka 2007
April 8, 2007
Priceless sporting moments
God... can He really single-handledly bring the lakers into the playoffs....
This happens one in a gazillion years nia.. and it did this year...
To stop Kobe.... possible ?
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