Once upon a time, a guy asked a girl to marry him. She said, "No!"
So, the guy live happily ever after, farting whenever he want, smoking, drinking, dominating the remote control and letting the sink choke up with litter.
The end.
Thoughts?
Monday, November 06, 2006
Monday, October 30, 2006
Koichi
“Greetings!”
Happy 22th birthday. Sorry I am such a bastard. Again.
On your 21st, I got you a lousy Kon. This year, I am not sending anything over. I must be the worst guy ever. (This is the part you jumps in and disagree, no?) I am really really really really sorry, but the stuff that min and shuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuui were suggesting is rather out of my league. Come on, I really can’t envision me auctioning for that fishhead plushie thing. Hell, I can’t even afford a public apology on the newspapers and have to resort to putting this on my blog.
I promise something better when you come back. If not, you can always tear off my arm and beat me with it.
Happy 22th birthday. Sorry I am such a bastard. Again.
On your 21st, I got you a lousy Kon. This year, I am not sending anything over. I must be the worst guy ever. (This is the part you jumps in and disagree, no?) I am really really really really sorry, but the stuff that min and shuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuui were suggesting is rather out of my league. Come on, I really can’t envision me auctioning for that fishhead plushie thing. Hell, I can’t even afford a public apology on the newspapers and have to resort to putting this on my blog.
I promise something better when you come back. If not, you can always tear off my arm and beat me with it.
Cry me a river
Yet another guy post, ladies can skip this entirely.
So at 5am in the morning, I was still on the phone with a friend talking about the topic “crying”. And yes, it's insane. She was telling me how her (soon to be ex) boyfriend is the crying sort. And how he would cry and cry and cry.
That's how fucked right? Unless you cut off your little pee wee or PMS every other day (Don't let that once per month thing fool you, that lovable girl you are eyeing can turn into a bitch any moment), you have NO fucking right to cry.
Many years ago, guys don't cry. Because it is expected of men. Conformity, that’s hardly a good reason, but that works I guess. Nowadays, guys still don’t cry. Oh wait, I know some of people are going to say that’s not true! Sensitive new age guys are acceptable in today societies as well, and women love their men to in touch with their emotions. So guys can cry too. And extra points if you do it in public!
Just for the record, SNAGS not equal to gays. I have gay friends who happen to be more manly than a lot of guys I know, but the main point is, there is nothing wrong with gays. In fact, I respect those who come out of the closet and defy social norms. On a sidenote, Esmond, We are all still waiting for you to come out. Everyone still loves you, gay or not.
Lotion for your ever so delicate skin = $10
Cream to make your ass shine = $20
Getting a new top at NewUrbanMale = $50
Self proclaim men who cry every now and then = scum of the universe.
Yes, it's that bad. Are you a scum of the universe? And incase you are wondering, I don't cry. Ever.
When babies are born, usually they come out crying right? Only 2 types of babies don't cry, the dead type and the Chuck Norris type. Chuck Norris for the clueless is the man. Yes, he is THE MAN. A little known fact is that his tears can cure cancer. But why the hell are our scientists spending millions on finding a cure for cancer when such a feasible solution seems so close. Hold that thought. Too bad Chuck Norris never cried.
Just like me.
So at 5am in the morning, I was still on the phone with a friend talking about the topic “crying”. And yes, it's insane. She was telling me how her (soon to be ex) boyfriend is the crying sort. And how he would cry and cry and cry.
That's how fucked right? Unless you cut off your little pee wee or PMS every other day (Don't let that once per month thing fool you, that lovable girl you are eyeing can turn into a bitch any moment), you have NO fucking right to cry.
Many years ago, guys don't cry. Because it is expected of men. Conformity, that’s hardly a good reason, but that works I guess. Nowadays, guys still don’t cry. Oh wait, I know some of people are going to say that’s not true! Sensitive new age guys are acceptable in today societies as well, and women love their men to in touch with their emotions. So guys can cry too. And extra points if you do it in public!
Just for the record, SNAGS not equal to gays. I have gay friends who happen to be more manly than a lot of guys I know, but the main point is, there is nothing wrong with gays. In fact, I respect those who come out of the closet and defy social norms. On a sidenote, Esmond, We are all still waiting for you to come out. Everyone still loves you, gay or not.
Lotion for your ever so delicate skin = $10
Cream to make your ass shine = $20
Getting a new top at NewUrbanMale = $50
Self proclaim men who cry every now and then = scum of the universe.
Yes, it's that bad. Are you a scum of the universe? And incase you are wondering, I don't cry. Ever.
When babies are born, usually they come out crying right? Only 2 types of babies don't cry, the dead type and the Chuck Norris type. Chuck Norris for the clueless is the man. Yes, he is THE MAN. A little known fact is that his tears can cure cancer. But why the hell are our scientists spending millions on finding a cure for cancer when such a feasible solution seems so close. Hold that thought. Too bad Chuck Norris never cried.
Just like me.
Sunday, October 29, 2006
Sunday, October 22, 2006
Randomness rocks
I still can't believe I spent around an hour and more walking around in the school library with Elena talking cock like nobody's business. It was rather fun, I must admit although not very productive. Esmond wanted to read his book/ do his work, and we couldn't go for coffee as planned. Being a really nice guy, I offered to walk her up to the 4th floor from the 3rd level. Ya, real nice I know.
How the hell am I supposed to know that we would end up walking around the library for the next hour? Gee, I think other students must be wondering why the hell this two people were doing, walking around and giggling, when others are mugging like mad. The best part was when she said she wanted to go to the ladies, and instead of doing that, we stood in front of a project room and kept on chatting. Just so to make the people inside the project room nervous, we pretended to look at the time and inside the room from time to time so as to make the people inside think that we booked the room. (Ok, she pretended actually. I am innocent.) Just by doing that we managed to spend half an hour. And after I left her to get back to my work, then I realized we could have sat down and have coffee like we planned instead of walking and standing and generally "training" my leg muscles.
I had one of the funniest msn chat ever on Friday night. Thanks to cha cha cha. Yes, I know you are reading this, despite me not telling you about this blog of mine. It was funny as hell I assure you. It sure is weird when I realized I am grinning at the laptop at 3am in the morning.
"Char cha. We dot dot cucumber in slumberland. "
I have no idea what it means. But it sure made me laugh and forgot about everything for a moment.
It kinda reminded me about my younger days, when we could be as random as we wanted. Yea, I am old. You are old too. Stop denying it people. Once you hit 20 there is no going back. For those of you who ain't 20 yet, don't you have some exam to study for? Shoo shoo. Let's carry on for those of us who are above 20
As I was saying, It's fun how I used to anyhow draw comics to amuse my friends, especially SZP (Super Zhenyi Pig) which was my mainstream comic title for awhile. Or how Yx and me used to randomly decided to stand in the middle the traffic light near Cuppage and make small talk. Or hanging with Ko, whose randomness is on par with me. Romeo lust after Juliet eh?
Fuck school and let's all be random.
How the hell am I supposed to know that we would end up walking around the library for the next hour? Gee, I think other students must be wondering why the hell this two people were doing, walking around and giggling, when others are mugging like mad. The best part was when she said she wanted to go to the ladies, and instead of doing that, we stood in front of a project room and kept on chatting. Just so to make the people inside the project room nervous, we pretended to look at the time and inside the room from time to time so as to make the people inside think that we booked the room. (Ok, she pretended actually. I am innocent.) Just by doing that we managed to spend half an hour. And after I left her to get back to my work, then I realized we could have sat down and have coffee like we planned instead of walking and standing and generally "training" my leg muscles.
I had one of the funniest msn chat ever on Friday night. Thanks to cha cha cha. Yes, I know you are reading this, despite me not telling you about this blog of mine. It was funny as hell I assure you. It sure is weird when I realized I am grinning at the laptop at 3am in the morning.
"Char cha. We dot dot cucumber in slumberland. "
I have no idea what it means. But it sure made me laugh and forgot about everything for a moment.
It kinda reminded me about my younger days, when we could be as random as we wanted. Yea, I am old. You are old too. Stop denying it people. Once you hit 20 there is no going back. For those of you who ain't 20 yet, don't you have some exam to study for? Shoo shoo. Let's carry on for those of us who are above 20
As I was saying, It's fun how I used to anyhow draw comics to amuse my friends, especially SZP (Super Zhenyi Pig) which was my mainstream comic title for awhile. Or how Yx and me used to randomly decided to stand in the middle the traffic light near Cuppage and make small talk. Or hanging with Ko, whose randomness is on par with me. Romeo lust after Juliet eh?
Fuck school and let's all be random.
Friday, October 20, 2006
Bounce
It disturbs me how much I still bounce these days. By bounce, I meat walking with jumping involved. It's rather hard to explain because I have never ever seen it before. And that's because, usually, I am the one bouncing. Women bouncing, sure that's all right. Men bouncing, uhh.. whatever floats your boat, dude. Skinny guy with a pink shirt and cap bouncing; Instant destruction to whatever reputation that he had been trying to build up for the last 1 and a half years.
I remembered the very first time someone told me about this…uhh…so called problem of mine. Sharon introduced me to Clarinda who was in AJC also, and asked her if she recognized me. Her answer was somewhat along the lines of "Yeah, I have seen him bouncing around in the canteen." I gave the classical WTF expression as she further went on to explain the different times she saw me bobbling up and down. Sharon dealt the killing blow, when she confirmed Clar's words. Yes, all these years and I still remember.
So I decided to bounce less. Fast forward to Army days, went out with Xiangfu and he commented on my bouncing habit. At least he was nice enough to assure me that is a sign that I am a healthy person, and people who bounce when they walk are likely to be faster runners. I didn't know why I believed that. But it did seem logical (at that time), so I didn't pursue the topic further.
Then SMU came along. And this mod call CAT requires a presentation. In true democratic fashion, I was elected to do the presentation largely due to the alleged "relationship" that I have with my professor. Come on, wearing pink on the same day? And making eyes at each other in the middle of class? Only group that didn't get bombarded with questions? And you people didn't suspect a single thing? Poof, and I didn't believe them when they said that a sucker is born every minute. Anyway, in the middle of presentation, PJ suddenly commented, "Stop jumping", and then and only then, I realized, "aww crap", my hyperactive genes must be working overtime again, making me bounce around like the Energizer Bunny on crack. Bounce and bounce and bounce somemore.
I uhh.. blame my shoes. Yea, that's it, must be the shoes.
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
No more.
Betterman ?
No more. No more of this persona, this bullshit. No more of acting nice. No more.
betterman is dead.
No more.
(Koichi, thanks for letting me rant on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on)
No more. No more of this persona, this bullshit. No more of acting nice. No more.
betterman is dead.
No more.
(Koichi, thanks for letting me rant on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on)
Friday, October 13, 2006
Boyz 2 Men
Life sucks.. seriously, just when you thought you were over the little bump in your life, shit happens and you feel like the world is ending.. Okay, maybe i exaggerate, the world ain't ending... yet. But it certainly feels like it, with the way I'm feeling in recent weeks.
Perhaps I'm just over reacting to stuff.. perhaps things are really just fine. But I can't or (psychologically)refuse to see it that way... There are so many things bothering me, waiting for me to solve. But yet they are all out of my control. Ain't nothing I can do about them for now, but wait. And if there's 2 things about me is that I'm a control freak and an impatient guy. So that makes for about the worse possible combination of things to happen in a situation.
I feel like i'm fighting multiple battles on many different fronts on my own... so many problems, no solutions. A lone soldier.. trudging up the fog filled battlefield, not knowing what lies ahead of him, not knowing if his next step will be on a land mine and blow up on his face. Should he take the next step? Or should he not? Logically, by prodding the field before taking his next step he'll be safe. But then, when you're in the battlefield you don't tend to think logically, the only thoughts that fill your head will be that of fear. I guess that's what plaguing me right now. Logically I know what needs/should be done. Yet knowing and doing are 2 very different things. And I can tell you doing is SO much more difficult. There's a reason why it's "easier said than done".
Perhaps if the soldier wasn't alone but accompanied by a platoon of soldiers, the path will be easier. But hey, let's not forget other soldiers also have their own battles to fight. Sometimes you've just got to fight your own battles alone. And thats what differentiates the boys from the men.
For now, I can only wait.. to see if I'm a boy.. or man.
And in case you dimwits out there haven't realized it, I(aka bx) didn't write the above.
Perhaps I'm just over reacting to stuff.. perhaps things are really just fine. But I can't or (psychologically)refuse to see it that way... There are so many things bothering me, waiting for me to solve. But yet they are all out of my control. Ain't nothing I can do about them for now, but wait. And if there's 2 things about me is that I'm a control freak and an impatient guy. So that makes for about the worse possible combination of things to happen in a situation.
I feel like i'm fighting multiple battles on many different fronts on my own... so many problems, no solutions. A lone soldier.. trudging up the fog filled battlefield, not knowing what lies ahead of him, not knowing if his next step will be on a land mine and blow up on his face. Should he take the next step? Or should he not? Logically, by prodding the field before taking his next step he'll be safe. But then, when you're in the battlefield you don't tend to think logically, the only thoughts that fill your head will be that of fear. I guess that's what plaguing me right now. Logically I know what needs/should be done. Yet knowing and doing are 2 very different things. And I can tell you doing is SO much more difficult. There's a reason why it's "easier said than done".
Perhaps if the soldier wasn't alone but accompanied by a platoon of soldiers, the path will be easier. But hey, let's not forget other soldiers also have their own battles to fight. Sometimes you've just got to fight your own battles alone. And thats what differentiates the boys from the men.
For now, I can only wait.. to see if I'm a boy.. or man.
And in case you dimwits out there haven't realized it, I(aka bx) didn't write the above.
Thursday, October 12, 2006
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Tuesday, October 10, 2006
Randomness.
Of love.
Heard this from my mom, who heard it from my grandma who in turn heard it from someone else. There is a super distant cousin whom I had never met before in my entire life who loves nothing but dogs. Of course, her mom is worried. She is in the early 30s, got a great career and the looks to match, but amazingly no boyfriend although there are a couple of suitors waiting in queue. However, all she wants to do is to take care of her dog. So what does a desperate mother do? She takes the dog to a random park and set the stupid dog free. Without removing the dog tag. And so a couple of days later, a kind stranger returns the dog to the house. Of course, in movies, the random stranger would be an extremely good looking single guy who then falls for the distant cousin of mine. Too bad life ain't exactly like the movies isn't it?
Of friends.
Don't you love it when your friend cancels an appointment without telling you? The best part? Getting someone else to break the news to you. You Biatch.
Of SLBs
Today is the day we welcomed Cw into the club today, as our secretary, while Angus becomes the treasurer and Zy becoming our VP. Of course, I am still the president, damnit. No one can take that away from me! Oh a side-note, we are currently recruiting for more members. Perks include free mahjong gaming at my place. Ok, maybe that's the only perk. (By free, I mean you must lose money to me)
Of destiny
There is no such bullshit as destiny. There are quite a number of people who believes in so called destiny. I make it a point to kaobei to them that there is no such thing as destiny. What are your hands for !? (Besides the occasional tugging, that is.) GO and freaking do something about your so-called destiny.
Of blogs
Recently a friend of mine, shown me of a blog of a guy whom she likes. And upon reading at it, I realize she has pretty good taste. From the blog, the guy displayed interest in current issues and would often offer his take on different things that happens in common life that we often take for granted. And often his entries would be super long and really intelligent. Too bad, I don’t give a shit. No ones wants to know about what you think of so and so, because you are not BX. So shoo off and write all you want. No one fucking cares.
Of hair
Can we like skip this topic?
Of midterms
Another totally gone case topic. It's like asking a woman for her weight when she had obviously had been stuffing herself with ice creams and chocolates. NEXT!
Ok, no more. The zzzz monster is out to get me.
Heard this from my mom, who heard it from my grandma who in turn heard it from someone else. There is a super distant cousin whom I had never met before in my entire life who loves nothing but dogs. Of course, her mom is worried. She is in the early 30s, got a great career and the looks to match, but amazingly no boyfriend although there are a couple of suitors waiting in queue. However, all she wants to do is to take care of her dog. So what does a desperate mother do? She takes the dog to a random park and set the stupid dog free. Without removing the dog tag. And so a couple of days later, a kind stranger returns the dog to the house. Of course, in movies, the random stranger would be an extremely good looking single guy who then falls for the distant cousin of mine. Too bad life ain't exactly like the movies isn't it?
Of friends.
Don't you love it when your friend cancels an appointment without telling you? The best part? Getting someone else to break the news to you. You Biatch.
Of SLBs
Today is the day we welcomed Cw into the club today, as our secretary, while Angus becomes the treasurer and Zy becoming our VP. Of course, I am still the president, damnit. No one can take that away from me! Oh a side-note, we are currently recruiting for more members. Perks include free mahjong gaming at my place. Ok, maybe that's the only perk. (By free, I mean you must lose money to me)
Of destiny
There is no such bullshit as destiny. There are quite a number of people who believes in so called destiny. I make it a point to kaobei to them that there is no such thing as destiny. What are your hands for !? (Besides the occasional tugging, that is.) GO and freaking do something about your so-called destiny.
Of blogs
Recently a friend of mine, shown me of a blog of a guy whom she likes. And upon reading at it, I realize she has pretty good taste. From the blog, the guy displayed interest in current issues and would often offer his take on different things that happens in common life that we often take for granted. And often his entries would be super long and really intelligent. Too bad, I don’t give a shit. No ones wants to know about what you think of so and so, because you are not BX. So shoo off and write all you want. No one fucking cares.
Of hair
Can we like skip this topic?
Of midterms
Another totally gone case topic. It's like asking a woman for her weight when she had obviously had been stuffing herself with ice creams and chocolates. NEXT!
Ok, no more. The zzzz monster is out to get me.
Thursday, October 05, 2006
Are you a racist?
What exactly is a racist? By definition, a racist is someone who hates people from other races. That is only part of the equation. In reality, a racist is someone who hates this specific race more than he hates others.
Example,
“Fuck all of you.”
By the characterization, it would mean that this guy fuck Chinese, fuck Malays, fuck Indians, fuck mixed blood, fuck Indonesian, fuck Bangalas, fuck Siam Kias, fuck !Kang bushmen, fuck the whites, fuck the blacks, fuck Hispanics, fuck Asians, fuck the tables, fuck the chairs. Basically everyone. But you get my point don't you? But that's not considered being racist! Gosh, by saying that line, by description u hate everything. And since humanity strive for equality among races and between men and women(heh heh), so it is all right if you hate every single race, religion, culture or country as long as you hate them EQUALLY.
Compare that to someone who says "fuck Chinese". OMGLOLROFL, that's being racist! That can get you throw into jail, assraped in the prison shower when you drop your soap, caned and get free exercise courtesy of Uncle Le.... uhh.. I meant the government. (And taxpayers of course.) Moral of the story? Either you hate everyone or you don't hate anyone.
Luckily I hate everyone.
Example,
“Fuck all of you.”
By the characterization, it would mean that this guy fuck Chinese, fuck Malays, fuck Indians, fuck mixed blood, fuck Indonesian, fuck Bangalas, fuck Siam Kias, fuck !Kang bushmen, fuck the whites, fuck the blacks, fuck Hispanics, fuck Asians, fuck the tables, fuck the chairs. Basically everyone. But you get my point don't you? But that's not considered being racist! Gosh, by saying that line, by description u hate everything. And since humanity strive for equality among races and between men and women(heh heh), so it is all right if you hate every single race, religion, culture or country as long as you hate them EQUALLY.
Compare that to someone who says "fuck Chinese". OMGLOLROFL, that's being racist! That can get you throw into jail, assraped in the prison shower when you drop your soap, caned and get free exercise courtesy of Uncle Le.... uhh.. I meant the government. (And taxpayers of course.) Moral of the story? Either you hate everyone or you don't hate anyone.
Luckily I hate everyone.
Sunday, October 01, 2006
How far will you run?
Today was feeling good, so I decided to run. From my place in Hougang to Sengkang, so that I could have an excuse to visit my ever so adorable boss. (But bx, isn't she like 8 years older than you?) Blah, details details, who has time for details? (uhh bx? She's married!) Like I said, who has time for minor details?
Heh heh, to a certain brother of mine, you can always emulate me and run from your place in bedok to tampines central. *thumbs up*
Heh heh, to a certain brother of mine, you can always emulate me and run from your place in bedok to tampines central. *thumbs up*
Saturday, September 30, 2006
SLBs.....with friends!
Looking good as ever, presenting Mr KK.
Do note the cheesy smile that the guy in brown is giving. The sugar in the tua huay must be getting to him.
Realized it's not so nice to forget about kee and poh. So here's a shot of chaokeng kee enjoying his tau huay. (Notice that he has his mouth full. That glutton!)
That blurry piece of shit behind him is none other than pohthenoob.
Welcome to the club!
Do note the cheesy smile that the guy in brown is giving. The sugar in the tua huay must be getting to him.
Realized it's not so nice to forget about kee and poh. So here's a shot of chaokeng kee enjoying his tau huay. (Notice that he has his mouth full. That glutton!)
That blurry piece of shit behind him is none other than pohthenoob.
Welcome to the club!
Friday, September 29, 2006
Thursday, September 28, 2006
Toilet Humor
You have been warned.
This one is for the guys. I am sure the guys would know what is it like to pee standing up in a urinal. What happens when u feel something in your throat and you desperately need to cough it out, but suddenly that 5th bottle of beer really gotten to you and you can't move 2 steps away from the urinal without spraying the bugger next to you? Your only choice are to swallow (hmm..) or to actually spit it out. Into the urinal. Which you are peeing in. Sounds normal enough isn't it?
Ever wonder what happens if you miss that spit? And no, I don't mean that it hit the floor. Hell, you bastards don't even care if you pee on the floor, what will stop you asses from spitting on it? I don't mean your shorts or pants either. YES, I am talking about your little brother (read: that funny piece of thing hanging in front of you.). Half of you people reading this don't have dicks. It's ok, you can stop reading this now. The other half reading this has penises and 8 out of 10 of you peeps imagine that you have a monster-super-size-me. The two who aren't the delusional type, must either be thinking "That could never happen to me" and go sit a corner and cry, or thinking "Holy shit! How did he know that happens to me often? That bastard must have been peeping at me in the toilet!"
First I must say I don't face that problem as I am the dude with the short willy. Look under short in the dictionary, my name is given there as an example. Ladies are welcome to take a look. (Heh heh, reverse psychology gets them everytime..) But mostly I wonder if it ever happened to anyone who is slightly more blessed in the nether regions.
I should really stop looking at other people while in the toilet .
Friday, September 22, 2006
Betterman
The betterman campagin has offically kick started.
From today onwards, bx will aim not only to be a better person, but a betterman. What are the differences between this two u ask? Well, a better person might not have all the qualities of a betterman. There are certain things expected of a betterman that a better person would not have to do. I would give you an example, but I can't really tell the difference myself.
Ok, I admit, it was coz robbie williams sang that stupid song "Better Man", and no one ever sang a song called "Better person". That shall thus be the theme song for this campagin. (Surprise, it's not a techno song) And oh, thanks alot weini for getting me that song!
Why the hell is there an urge to be a betterman?
Is it because of a chick?
Or is it coz of divine signs that tell me I will go to 9th circle of hell if I dun start redeeming myself?
Or is it simply coz bx accidently knocked his head on wall this morning when he got out of bed and suddenly decided to become a better person.
The most logical answer would be.... Aliens took him and left a twisted clone version of him.
But that's wrong as well. I blame it on "Leadership and practices" taught by Prof Graham Brown. Sure, he's a slacker. And he's pretty amusing, till the extend that I didn't expect much out of his lessons. But the tasks that he set us out to do including getting postive feedback from people. And boy, it is really an eye opener for me. The postive feedback that came in really gives a different kind of high. That is what really spurs me on to try to be a betterman.
Ok, actually it is that and the "I-DON'T-WANT-TO-GO-TO-HELL!!!" part which convinced me.
From today onwards, bx will aim not only to be a better person, but a betterman. What are the differences between this two u ask? Well, a better person might not have all the qualities of a betterman. There are certain things expected of a betterman that a better person would not have to do. I would give you an example, but I can't really tell the difference myself.
Ok, I admit, it was coz robbie williams sang that stupid song "Better Man", and no one ever sang a song called "Better person". That shall thus be the theme song for this campagin. (Surprise, it's not a techno song) And oh, thanks alot weini for getting me that song!
Why the hell is there an urge to be a betterman?
Is it because of a chick?
Or is it coz of divine signs that tell me I will go to 9th circle of hell if I dun start redeeming myself?
Or is it simply coz bx accidently knocked his head on wall this morning when he got out of bed and suddenly decided to become a better person.
The most logical answer would be.... Aliens took him and left a twisted clone version of him.
But that's wrong as well. I blame it on "Leadership and practices" taught by Prof Graham Brown. Sure, he's a slacker. And he's pretty amusing, till the extend that I didn't expect much out of his lessons. But the tasks that he set us out to do including getting postive feedback from people. And boy, it is really an eye opener for me. The postive feedback that came in really gives a different kind of high. That is what really spurs me on to try to be a betterman.
Ok, actually it is that and the "I-DON'T-WANT-TO-GO-TO-HELL!!!" part which convinced me.
Sunday, September 17, 2006
I will..
1. Become a better person.
2. Clear my backlog of homework.
3. Take over the world.
You guys better hope that I will do number 1 before number 3 happens.
2. Clear my backlog of homework.
3. Take over the world.
You guys better hope that I will do number 1 before number 3 happens.
Thursday, September 14, 2006
One for the excel junkies
=IF(prof calls bx's name wrongly=true,"instant laughing stock","does not die in shame")
Those in my CAT class will understand. Non-SMU peers wouldn't get it unless you know MS Excel.Need extreme makeover
Just to make a disclaimer, I don't hate chi--na students. I really don't.
But it does seems like what I really really really look like an ah tiong. Everyone says so. But yet I refuse to believe it. Living in denial? Well, not anymore after recent events. Week 4 of school is when everyone is supposed to have finished forming their project groups for whatever course that they are taking, and then the leftovers are then desperately looking around for groups to join. To cut the long story short, basically the foreign students got the raw end of the deal simply ‘cause the locals will stick to themselves, and the foreign students gather together most of the time. What happens when you have a few extra foreign students? Well, it means that by week 4 they are pretty desperate for a group. What amazes me is that out of so many people in the entire frigging class, they would often approach me.
Case in point, Finance class. Distance from door to seat, 6 metres. Get stopped to asked if I have a group already………. TWICE. How do one get asked the same question within walking distance of 6 metres. Damnit, I really look chi-naified. There was once even more power packed. A random girl just came up to me in the middle of kopitiam and asked if I am looking for members for MPW group. Trying to be as nice as possible, I kindly rejected her. Not that I have a bais against foreign students. In fact, I am able to work well with a couple of them last time. However….. it just so happens that I am not looking for group members for MPW. What the hell, I am not even taking MPW class this sem! I believe she mistook me for one of her classmates.
Leaves me wondering if there is a Bx-lookalike ah tiong lurking around in school.
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
Need help
www.helpbx.blogspot.com
I am not shifting, just another page i need you guys to go to.
EDIT (5/10/07) :
Contents of the link are below.
Hello friends.
If you are reading this, chances are.. you know this kickass person call Bingxiang, more commonly known at 阿 bing to his friends. To cut short the crap, I admit that I need your help. WHAT? Yes, indeed. The arrogant ah bing is actually asking for YOUR help? It must be your birthday.
Here's what's happening. I am taking this leadership course and I have to write this paper due in a 2 weeks time, which accounts for 45% percentage of my grade for this course. Holy cows! And here is where you come in. I need to gather feedback about me. It's always about me isn't it?
Anyway, I need to know what you guys think about me. This will require you to think about your interactions with me and to identify those incidents / behaviours where I was at my very best in your eyes. In writing, please provide examples so I can understand the situation and characteristics that you are describing.
For example, you thought of a time that:
we all had a lot of projects due and you did not complete my part of the assignment and was going to make an excuse but bx had done his part, even though everyone had the same amount of other work. This was important because it made you realize that we all had to do our part, even though we had a lot of other assignments.
Or, in our army days, there was sai kang to be done after outfield, then BX volunteered to do most of the work so that everyone can go back and rest, even though he himself was damn shagged too.
It can happen in daily life too. For example, everyone went out. This crazy bitch wants to eat crystal jade. This other mad girl wants to eat ding tai feng. Bx being a good leader punched both them and treated everyone to hawker food.
Those are merely examples, I am sure there are other situations in which I did some good. I can't be all bad, can't I? Most importantly, I need postive feedback. Incase you didn't catch it the first time, POSTIVE feedback, ladies and gentlemen. If you got more than one, please feel free to share with me!
Maybe you are laughing. Who the hell asks for postive feedback about himself? But this is extremely important to me, not only to this course, it is also a chance for me to learn more about myself. Please send your feedback to my school email, or xxx@yahoo.com by 20th sept.
Thanks, I appreciate you taking time to do this for me. In return, when I take over the world, I will make sure I eat you last.
I am not shifting, just another page i need you guys to go to.
EDIT (5/10/07) :
Contents of the link are below.
Hello friends.
If you are reading this, chances are.. you know this kickass person call Bingxiang, more commonly known at 阿 bing to his friends. To cut short the crap, I admit that I need your help. WHAT? Yes, indeed. The arrogant ah bing is actually asking for YOUR help? It must be your birthday.
Here's what's happening. I am taking this leadership course and I have to write this paper due in a 2 weeks time, which accounts for 45% percentage of my grade for this course. Holy cows! And here is where you come in. I need to gather feedback about me. It's always about me isn't it?
Anyway, I need to know what you guys think about me. This will require you to think about your interactions with me and to identify those incidents / behaviours where I was at my very best in your eyes. In writing, please provide examples so I can understand the situation and characteristics that you are describing.
For example, you thought of a time that:
we all had a lot of projects due and you did not complete my part of the assignment and was going to make an excuse but bx had done his part, even though everyone had the same amount of other work. This was important because it made you realize that we all had to do our part, even though we had a lot of other assignments.
Or, in our army days, there was sai kang to be done after outfield, then BX volunteered to do most of the work so that everyone can go back and rest, even though he himself was damn shagged too.
It can happen in daily life too. For example, everyone went out. This crazy bitch wants to eat crystal jade. This other mad girl wants to eat ding tai feng. Bx being a good leader punched both them and treated everyone to hawker food.
Those are merely examples, I am sure there are other situations in which I did some good. I can't be all bad, can't I? Most importantly, I need postive feedback. Incase you didn't catch it the first time, POSTIVE feedback, ladies and gentlemen. If you got more than one, please feel free to share with me!
Maybe you are laughing. Who the hell asks for postive feedback about himself? But this is extremely important to me, not only to this course, it is also a chance for me to learn more about myself. Please send your feedback to my school email, or xxx@yahoo.com by 20th sept.
Thanks, I appreciate you taking time to do this for me. In return, when I take over the world, I will make sure I eat you last.
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