Shark Commits Suicide in Resort Pool

Location: Atlantis Resort in The Bahamas

Read all about it here: TMZ

Taylors University College: University of the West of England Convocation

My utmost congratulations to the class of 2008.

I bid you Godspeed as you march forth into the unpredictable future.

Home

Home.

Whatever race, skin colour or ethnic group you belong to, it is a word, a concept, that makes the heart swell with longing.

Home can be ancient ancestral lands, or a new place that one has built on his own.

Home can even be found in the eyes of the beloved.

But we all need it, yearn for it, know that without a home of some sort, we are incomplete.

I know now, looking at my family, the photos, the memories, the joy, the anguish, the sorrow, the pain, where home is.

I look into the eyes of my newly discovered beloved, and I realise there are things no sentient beings, as egoistic as they pride themselves about, can live without.

As much as I complain about the origins of my birth, the way things work, the good and the bad, even something as blatently stupid as the hot weather, I still can't find it in myself to deny, home is where my heart resides.

To hell with overseas prospects being better.

For a better future, such things have rob me of my present.

To make big money, own a big house, drive a big car, but have not enough memories in one's life to carry with him, is that what one would call living?

With all things aside, as much as most of you envy me, I, in return, envy you.

I still long to know what a real interview feels like, I want to feel the anticipation, the disappointment when a company I've applied to calls me, the feeling of having nothing that when anything new conjures before my eyes, I'm filled with unspeakable awe.

But most of all, I envy you who have never been forced to leave home and be place into a position where you no longer have a choice but to part with the one your heart yearns for.

Home, a sanctuary where my heart shall always reside.

Weakness

We are all weak, in one way or another. Neither gender nor species matters.

Sometimes that weakness is a strength in disguise.

Sometimes it is nothing more than our utter undoing.

Sometimes it is both.

The wise man understands his weakness and, with such, seeks out a lesson within it.

The fool lets his weakness control and destroy him.

But, ironically...

... Sometimes the wise man is a fool.

Hate is, with such, a weakness.

Hate is powerful.

Hate can be eternal.

Hate can be manipulated.

And...

... Hate can be created.

How easily the mind can be turned to hate merely from a place of fear - an instinctive, natural, protective response.

Instead of focusing on the things that unite us, we choose to focus on the things that divide us.

My prayer, everyday, is for wisdom to make the right decisions. And in that prayer is crouched a plea, never to be blinded by such trivial differences.

Hazardous Material

UWE's Indian Michael Jackson

For reasons like this... Maybe I was better off studying in UK... LOL

The Desk Rage Ultimatum

After going through a series of extreme prejudiced racism in my office. I feared I was going to succumb to something I just came to know as 'Desk Rage'.

Desk Rage, by professionals, is defined as: 'The peak of office employee stress levels which ultimately starts with the screaming of vulgar language within the workplace. It can often times lead to assaulting fellow employees, abusing office equipment and/or stealing of company property, abusing sick days and ultimately poor production at work. A possible side effect is that the employee continues to take out his or her rage at their residence in the form of kicking small animals and drinking heavily.'

I seriously LOL-ed at this.

Teaching a New Dog Old Tricks.

After giving it sufficient thought, I decided that the way I was, *though people disgree with me for many different reasons*, perhaps was the only way I could handle myself best at.

As a tortoise retracts into its shell, I, as a bear, would be better off seeking out solitude in my cave. Over the last couple of weeks I've been thinking, why do I need to utilize the 'seeking attention path (which is commonly recognized as "I need to get it off my chest")' when all my life, growing up in high school, no one really cared about anybody's problems. Hence, we always just kept our personal problems to ourselves.

With such, I've decided to put on my old shoes and no longer explain or dote over why I am sad or angry or disappointed or fedup or yada yada yada etc etc etc. Whether I show or do not show it is a completely different story. But at the end of the day, I will refuse to talk aboout it.

This is because, out of dire honesty, I am sick and tired of getting ignorance or annoyance as a responsive feeling towards everything I say whenever I say it. I will stick to this preset set-up till people can learn to stfu and hear me out before they try to act smart and prove to me that they really really DO understand me better than I do myself.

Besides, I'll definitely manage, for I've grown up like this. In a world where I was literally alone, no one genuinely cared, and even if they say they did, you definitely know they weren't being honest about it. It is just a line you tend to use when somebody isn't in his right frame of mind. For example, the most common line used at a funeral would be "if there is anything I can do for you, just let me know". Meh, I say call his bluff. People only know how to repeat used lines and claim it as their own. No originality whatsoever.

At the end of the day, I won't die from shutting up. As much as the world thinks that I will explode when my temper reaches its threshold, I still feel more like my true self. I believe the past does not equal to the future, but I can't deny that it has molded me into my present. Hence, I am who I am, an individual standalone.

Had enough of complaining how Edward Saw doesn't smile? While, prepare for an endless amusement. I will smile through my hurt and pain, through my tears and sorrow, just to make all of you happy. =)

Narrowminded Prejudice

*Blogpost removed as it clashes with my newfound beliefs*

Deceptive rationale

Is it right for one to force himself to control the way he feels because of factors such as:
i) disrupting the normalities that were formed through repetition and culture.
ii) internal-external conflicts due to a decision with nearby related parties due to the unwritten rules that we have chosen to co-exist with.
iii) distortions in the plans and promises made in the past-present-future.

And for what it's worth, allow the world to proceed as it is without being affected by me at the cost of my happiness and desires? Need such a selfless act be necessary for the well-being of everyone else?

When I Stand In The Rain, No One Knows I'm Crying.

Quote from Forgetting Sarah Marshall, Kunu: "When life gives you lemons, just say 'Fuck the lemons,' and bail."

Yeah well, how easy is it to actually fuck the lemons.

Ever had a particular period whereby everything just seemed to go wrong for you? I just had my own personal dosage of a relatively periodic series of unfortunate events.

Saturday night, well... That one's a little more personal. Something I have been trying to live with while lying to myself and the people around me. Every now and then, that problem just reoccurs because of 1 aspect every human being has: stubborness and possibly from me as well. No, I have not been happy, AND if you think I am sad, I am most probably a lot sadder than I think you think I am.

Sunday marked the release of the referral results. Eventhough I managed to pass my Financial Management exam, I still ironically failed the overall, hence I'm walking towards a general degree. Recently I went for two seperate convocations to cheer my friends on. GOSH, the pride on their parents face is just priceless. Sigh, not only do I fail as a boyfriend and occasionally a friend, I even fail as a son and a child. My parents already set very low expectations for me and I cannot even achieve them.

Monday I roamed from 7-11 to 7-11 looking on the notice board for places to rent out, but I kept on ending up with crap or losing rooms to other people, especially the better bargians. Ended up staying around Kelana Jaya till 11-ish just looking for a place, but at the end of it all, my effort was in vain. Thankfully Rue was there to fetch me around, otherwise it would have been bitterly miserable.

Tuesday my phone's motherboard decided to give way. Half the keys didn't respond to me numb-like fingers pressing and pounding on them hence I had to hand it over to Nokia for repairs. The best part? UK warranty does not cover Malaysian repairs, nor does motherboards sound cheap. Yet another lemon life has decided to throw at me and funnily enough, I failed to dodge it.

On an overall note, I mother-fucking hate my job. Perhaps it is because I refuse to mingle around with my fellow finance people. Problem is, they are twice my age and I am seriously not interested in their topics of conversation. Day after day after day after day after week after week, I eat lunch alone, I spend my weekdays alone. At any point when any of my friends actually plan dinner or a movie or the sort post-working hours. I am honestly very happy and I actually count the minutes looking forward to it. Pathetic as it may seem, thats how I live now.

Giving leeway for irony to slap me harder on my face, I do not even know why I am typing so much when obviously speaking no one bothers to read my blog. The fact I'm not a girl with 36-26-34 body sizes definitely does not the situation hence I am actually better off talking to the fucking wall.

I miss my piano. It is the only think I have ever had in my life that truly understood how I feel and hugged me through it all. I really hate my job even more. I feel like I have no time for... For what honestly.

Everyday I stand on the train all the way into the heart of KL and look at my reflection in the mirror. I look haggard, I look worn out, I do not even look happy. For some apparent reason I am still typing eventhough I know for a fact no one reads this semi-abandoned blog. I wonder what life has in store for me tomorrow, another argument? Another backlash? Who cares, I might as well get run over by a 18 wheeler for all I care at the moment.

=)

Dad At The Mall

I took my dad to the mall the other day to buy some new shoes.

We decided to grab a bite at the food court.

I noticed he was watching a teenager sitting next to him.

The teenager had spiked hair in all different colors; green, red, orange, and blue.

My dad kept staring at him.

The teenager would look and find dad staring every time.

When the teenager had enough, he sarcastically asked, 'What's the matter old man, never done anything wild in your life?'

Knowing my dad, I quickly swallowed my food so that I would not choke on his response; knowing he would have a good one.

And in classic style he did not bat an eye in his response, 'Got drunk once and had sex with a peacock. I was just wondering if you were my son.'

The Insurance Bear

As most of you already know, I'm currently working in Prudential, KL. My primary job there is back reconcialiation, something Ms. Puspa said 'It's definitely not coming out for the finals' so I didn't bother to try hard in year 1, THUS facing sufficient difficulty performing my day-to-day work. Doesn't help that I can't really remember how to use excel as effectively as I once did in year 1 as well, so, still facing difficulty I suppose.

A small cut out from a conversation with SOMEONE.
You know who you are ;)

Noob: So... What ARE you doing at Prudential anyway?
Bear: Bank recon lo...
Noob: HUH? SO EASY? HAIYO LIKE THAT ALSO NEED TO DO MEH? ANYONE CAN DO BANK RECO............. (yada yada yada)
Bear: Really?
Noob: YEAH LA...
Bear: Prudential has 25 banks..........
Noob: O....h.......
Bear: ;)

My Cubicle

The view that I occasionally look at

The view that I NORMALLY look at

When I actually start doing work

Unlike year 1, the bigger banks have 2 million transactions each with a minimum of 7 digits

So occasionally, work can be stressful as ONE of the 7-9 digits REFUSES to balance

Thus I came up with the most brilliant way to handle the situation

Step 1:

Let the paper know you are frustrated

Step 2:

Start again

Men's Words of Wisdom

1. When I was born, I was given a choice - A big dick or a good memory. I don't remember, what I chose.

2. Your birth certificate is an apology letter from the condom factory.

3. A wife is a sex object. Every time you ask for sex, she objects.

4. Impotence: Nature's way of saying 'No hard feelings...'

5. There are only two four letter words that are offensive to men - 'don't' and 'stop', unless they are used together.

6. Panties: Not the best thing on earth, but next to the best thing on earth.

7. There are three stages of sex in a man's life: Tri Weekly, Try Weekly, and Try Weakly.

8. Virginity can be cured.

9. Virginity is not dignity, its lack of opportunity.

10. Having sex is like playing bridge. If you don't have a good partner, you'd better have a good hand.

11. I tried phone sex once, but the holes in the dialer were too small.

12. Marriage is the only war where you get to sleep with the enemy.

13. Q: What's an Australian kiss?
A: The same thing as a French kiss, only down under.

14. A couple just married were happy with the whole thing. He was happy with the Hole and she was happy with the Thing......

15. Q: What are the three biggest tragedies in a mans life?
A: Life sucks, job sucks, and the wife doesn't.

16. Q: Why do men find it difficult to make eye contact?
A: Breasts don't have eyes.

17. Despite the old saying, 'Don't take your troubles to bed', many men still sleep with their wives!!

Imbalanced Maturity Level

This is the graph of NASA's Apollo 8's flight evaluation report. Dynamic pressure increases as the shuttle is forcing itself to elevate upwards and after a period of time decreases due to the air becoming thinner and there's less force stopping the ascend of the shuttle.

This graph shows me the maturity level of MANY people around me. Lets take:
Dynamic pressure = Maturity level
Mach number = Egocentric-ness
Range time = Years in multiplications of 4

This is only applicable to a specific number of people within my vicinity, including people I have never even met before, seen throught the blogs of my beloved friends.

They are considerably at their peak of maturity at the age of 16, after which it deteriorates as their bloody egocentric-ness increases at an increased pace. Finally as they hit their early to late twenties (an estimate of 22-28 years of age), their maturity level becomes gradually insignificant and their ego suffocates our local atmosphere.

Sometimes I wonder whether it is harder to 'grow up' if compared to the attemptation to pray in a nightclub.

Bruce Almighty (2003) and Evan Almighty (2007)

The two shows that slap the 'good-for-nothing' portion of the christian society right in their faces.

One showed all of us that it is NOT easy being God,
While the other showed us, WHEN we pray and nothing happens immediately, it does NOT mean God's not paying attention.

The most memorable quote from Bruce Almighty by my books is:
Parting a soup is not a miracle. It's a magic trick. A single mom who's working two jobs, and still finds time to take her son to soccer practice, that's a miracle. A teenager who says "no" to drugs and "yes" to an education, that's a miracle. People want me to do everything for them. What they don't realize is *they* have the power. You want to see a miracle, son? Be the miracle.

And the most memorable quote from Evan Almighty by my books is:
If someone prays for patience, you think God gives them patience? Or does he give them the opportunity to be patient? If he prayed for courage, does God give him courage, or does he give him opportunities to be courageous? If someone prayed for the family to be closer, do you think God zaps them with warm fuzzy feelings, or does he give them opportunities to love each other?

Corporation Lessons

Lesson 1:

A man is getting into the shower just as his wife is finishing up her shower, when the doorbell rings.

The wife quickly wraps herself in a towel and runs downstairs.

When she opens the door, there stands Bob, the next-door neighbour.

Before she says a word, Bob says, 'I'll give you $800 to drop that towel.'

After thinking for a moment, the woman drops her towel and stands naked in front of Bob, after a few seconds, Bob hands her $800 and leaves.

The woman wraps back up in the towel and goes back upstairs.

When she gets to the bathroom, her husband asks, 'Who was that?'

'It was Bob the next door neighbour,' she replies.

'Great,' the husband says, 'did he say anything about the $800 he owes me?'

Moral of the story: If you share critical information pertaining to credit and risk with your shareholders in time, you may be in a position to prevent avoidable exposure.


Lesson 2:

A priest offered a Nun a lift.

She got in and crossed her legs, forcing her gown to reveal a leg.

The priest nearly had an accident.

After controlling the car, he stealthily slid his hand up her leg.

The nun said, 'Father, remember Psalm 129?'

The priest removed his hand. But, changing gears, he let his hand slide up her leg again.

The nun once again said, 'Father, remember Psalm 129?'

The priest apologized 'Sorry sister but the flesh is weak.'

Arriving at the convent, the nun sighed heavily and went on her way.

On his arrival at the church, the priest rushed to look up Psalm 129.

It said, 'Go forth and seek, further up, you will find glory.'

Moral of the story: If you are not well informed in your job, you might miss a great opportunity.


Lesson 3:

A sales rep, an administration clerk, and the manager are walking to lunch when they find an antique oil lamp.

They rub it and a Genie comes out.
The Genie says, 'I'll give each of you just one wish.' 'Me first! Me first!' says the admin clerk.
'I want to be in the Bahamas , driving a speedboat, without a care in the world.'
Puff! She's gone.

'Me next! Me next!' says the sales rep. 'I want to be in Hawaii, relaxing on the beach with my personal masseuse, an endless supply of Pina Coladas and the love of my life.
' Puff! He's gone.

'OK, you're up,' the Genie says to the manager.
The manager says, 'I want those two back in the office after lunch.'

Moral of the story: Always let your boss have the first say.


Lesson 4:

An eagle was sitting on a tree resting, doing nothing.

A small rabbit saw the eagle and asked him, 'Can I also sit like you and do nothing?'

The eagle answered: 'Sure, why not.'

So, the rabbit sat on the ground below the eagle and rested. All of a sudden, a fox appeared, jumped on the rabbit and ate it.

Moral of the story: To be sitting and doing nothing, you must be sitting very, very high up.


Lesson 5:

A turkey was chatting with a bull. '

I would love to be able to get to the top of that tree' sighed the turkey, 'but I haven't got the energy.'

'Well, why don't you nibble on some of my droppings?' replied the bull. 'They're packed with nutrients.'

The turkey pecked at a lump of dung, and found it actually gave him enough strength to reach the lowest branch of the tree.

The next day, after eating some more dung, he reached the second branch.

Finally after a fourth night, the turkey was proudly perched at the top of the tree.

He was promptly spotted by a farmer, who shot him out of the tree.

Moral of the story: Bull Shit might get you to the top, but it won't keep you there.


Lesson 6:

A little bird was flying south for the winter. It was so cold the bird froze and fell to the ground into a large field.

While he was lying there, a cow came by and dropped some dung on him.

As the frozen bird lay there in the pile of cow dung, he began to realize how warm he was.

The dung was actually thawing him out!

He lay there all warm and happy, and soon began to sing for joy.

A passing cat heard the bird singing and came to investigate.

Following the sound, the cat discovered the bird under the pile of cow dung, and promptly dug him out and ate him.

Morals of the story:
(1) Not everyone who shits on you is your enemy.
(2) Not everyone who gets you out of shit is your friend.
(3) And when you're in deep shit, it's best to keep your mouth shut!

Retirement

Working people frequently ask retired people what they do to make their days interesting.

Well, for example, the other day the wife and I went into town and went into a shop. We were only in there for about 5 minutes. When we came out, there was a cop writing out a parking ticket. We went up to him and I said, 'Come on man, how about giving a senior citizen a break?'

He ignored us and continued writing the ticket. I called him a Dumb ass. He glared at me and started writing another ticket for having worn tires. So Mary called him a shit head. He finished the second ticket and put it on the windshield with the first. Then he started writing a third ticket. This went on for about 20 minutes. The more we abused him, the more tickets he wrote.

Just then our bus arrived and we got on it and went home..

We try to have a little fun each day now that we're retired. It's important at our age.

An Impossible Wish

A man walking along a California beach was deep in prayer.

Suddenly the sky clouded above his head and, in a booming voice, the Lord said, "Because you have TRIED to be faithful to me in all ways, I shall grant you one wish." The man said, "Build a bridge to Hawaii so I can drive over anytime I want."

The Lord said, "Your request is very materialistic. Think of the enormous challenges for that kind of undertaking. The supports required to reach the bottom of the Pacific! The concrete and steel it would take! It will nearly exhaust several natural resources.

I can do it, but it is hard for me to justify your desire for worldly things. Take a little more time and think of something that would honor and glorify me."

The man thought about it for a long time. Finally he said, "Lord, I wish that I could understand my wife. I want to know how she feels inside,what she's thinking when she gives me the silent treatment, why she cries, what She means when she says nothing's wrong, and how I can make a woman truly Happy."

The Lord remained silent for a while and then said, "You want 2 lanes or 4 lanes on that bridge?"

The Cowboy and the Lesbian

An old cowboy sat down at the Star bucks and ordered a cup of coffee.

As he sat sipping his coffee, a young woman sat down next to him.

She turned to the cowboy and asked, "Are you a real cowboy?"

He replied, "Well, I've spent my whole life breaking colts, working
cows, going to rodeos, fixing fences, pulling calves, bailing hay,
doctoring calves, cleaning my barn, fixing flats, working on tractors,
and feeding my dogs, so I guess I am a cowboy."


She said, "I'm a lesbian. I spend my whole day thinking about women.
As soon as I get up in the morning, I think about women. When I shower, I think about women. When I watch TV, I think about women. I even think about women when I eat. It seems that everything makes me think of women."

The two sat sipping in silence.

A little while later, a man sat down on the other side of the old
cowboy and asked, "Are you a real cowboy?"

He replied, "I always thought I was, but I just found out that I'm a lesbian."

MEH at you people who say that I do not update my blog.

*update*

I 'r' BaK in Penang...

There... I updated...

for more info, please log on to www.papabear.com/calledwardforfcuksake.html

Otherwise, sod off and die...

I love all of u... *muackz*

Galaxy Convoy!

Trans-u-form~*

Galaxy Convoy... Super Mode-o~*

Just being young once more XD

How to Keep a Grown Lad Occupied

Eventhough I was discouraged by Kanga-Rue to buy one of the coolest Optimus Primes ever created by Takara, I finally couldn't resist the temptation and bought it from ebay. XD

Feel That Euphoria

*Gasp*

Magnificent Work of Art

Dude vs. Bear

Mei Hui: Next time sit bus don't get back or front seat, sit middle safer.
Eddy: If that day something hit the middle of the bus also I will hailat first.
Mei Hui: But less chances middle kena bang ma.
Eddy: Nevermind, you come fetch me, you leave Cheras at 6am, can reach my house at 10am, then fetch me to KL.
Mei Hui: Take Airasia la.
Eddy: You sponsor me la.
Mei Hui: nothing to bang plane.
Eddy: .........

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Dude: Oi, so your Hitman very geng now la?
Eddy: The game? last time la, long time never play dee.
Dude: I support Predator geh, vs. your Hitman.
Eddy: Your Predator cannot find me.
Dude: Simply shoot lo, Predator bullet no limit one, just need time to reload nia.
Eddy: Mahai I snipe your head first.
Dude: He invi one wor, u miss already then I know your location lor.
Eddy: Then mar fair fight lo. Silent Assassin vs. Absurd Alien.
Dude: Alien is alien, Predator is not Alien.
Eddy: EXTRA TERRESTRIAL LA, OUT OF THIS WORLD!
Dude: AVP = Alien vs. Predator = Alien fight themself ar?
Eddy: .... Nevermind la, you simply shoot means I can snipe your head.
Dude: No human kill Predator with single shot before, all also need bombs, don't talk the impossible.
Eddy: But no human was trained his whole life as a hitman ma
Dude: Human cannot jump as high as Predator, cannot invi, cannot do the trace human vision. You got sniper, I got mini size bazooka alike gun, more geng, Godlike liao.
Eddy: ... I give up...
Dude: Haven't fight also give up jor.
Eddy: Fight in the battlefield lo, I give up arguing nia.
Dude: Lol...

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On another note, Topher being competitive

Best Facebook Edited Details

Quote Conversation of the Day:

Gemma-B: Betty I'm bored, entertain meeeee.
Eddy: I'm going for work soon so I don't want to entertain you.
Gemma-B: what time is it?
Eddy: 3.15pm
Gemma-B: Nevermind, I know you will miss me. Nevermind, think of my oh-so-gorgeous face when you work
Eddy: Niamafachaohai, what the hell.
Gemma-B: My face not only turns heads, it breaks necks too!
Eddy: You are DEFINITELY the epitome of vanity.
Gemma-B: *watches you turn your head 720 degrees*
Gemma-B: *hears your neck breaking*
Gemma-B: *stares at you lying motionless on the floor*
Eddy: Nothing to say, I will just blog about you.
Gemma-B: haha, quote me and I will sue!
Gemma-B: *turn your head another 360 degrees*
Eddy: swt you la, What the frickin' hell.
Gemma-B: What the heaven (:

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2nd Runner Up


1st Runner Up



Legendary Winner

Agent 47 vs Sam Fisher

Quote of the Day:
Kelly: and whats with you that you always see me RIGHT after i cut my hair
Eddy: Yeah, dam ugly, if u dun cut i will fall in love with u for 3 hours
Kelly: -.- if u r nice i will fall in love with you forever

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Approximately a week ago I went to watch Hitman. I love the game and therefore I truly enjoyed the movie. Especially in UK when they don't stupidly censore pornography blood and gore scenes.

As per usual, I am an advocate of Agent 47: Hitman, whereas Niki is an advocate of Sam Fisher: Splinter Cell.

So we started it off...
... as per usual

Niki: I still think Sam Fisher will pawn Agent 47's ass
Eddy: You watched the damn show, it's obvious that agent 47 will pawn Sam Fisher before Sam Fisher even knew what hit him.
Niki: But Sam has 'cool' night vision goggles, not like that agent 47that will pawn his ass.


Eddy: Oh your sohai night vision goggles ar? You stand in the dark also I can snipe you because your lenses are too bloody bright

Niki: But the guards can't see him in the dark... Who's your daddy now?
Eddy: Agent 47 is not a sohai guard. Agent 47 snipes sohai guards for breakfast.
Niki: Eh... Please la, your agent 47 cannot stop breathing one la when he snipes


"1 minute 28 seconds for sniping scene"

Eddy: That's why la, I be next hitman, that can snipe without breathing ;)

note: This went on for a couple of days until George...

George: The master chief will pawn Hitman AND Sam Fisher at the same time.

My Sister~*

My sister's retaliation to those who call her a b!tch

"Welll... A bitch is a dog. Dogs bark. Bark is on trees. Trees are a part of nature.
&& nature is beautiful.
So thanks for the compliment. xDD"

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I think this is the second time I am posting this post.

Niki has officially re-re-re-opened his blog Nikiville

The Inner-Beast~*

Today I must have gone out of my mind while I was bedsheet/pillow-case/duvet shopping with Ferlynn.

While she was hunting for something for her room, she pulled out an eye catching spread and started laughing about it.

I on the other hand laughed ONLY at first, but soon after found that the duvet cover really tickled my fancy.

So I then decided to buy it, with her trying absurdly hard to stop me, at the same time I gave Niki and Chris-Topher a scare later with my choice of design.

Now that it has been washed, I decorated my bed with it and this is what it looks like now.


I even bought a matching fleece. So sue me.

Political Science for Complete Idiots

DEMOCRATIC
You have two cows.
Your neighbor has none.
You feel guilty for being successful.
Barbara Streisand sings for you.

REPUBLICAN
You have two cows.
Your neighbor has none.
So?

SOCIALIST
You have two cows.
The government takes one and gives it to your neighbor.
You form a cooperative to tell him how to manage his cow.

COMMUNIST
You have two cows.
The government seizes both and provides you with milk.
You wait in line for hours to get it.
It is expensive and sour.

CAPITALISM, AMERICAN STYLE
You have two cows.
You sell one, buy a bull, and build a herd of cows.

BUREAUCRACY, AMERICAN STYLE
You have two cows.
Under the new farm program the government pays you to shoot one, milk the other, and then pours the milk down the drain.

AMERICAN CORPORATION
You have two cows.
You sell one, lease it back to yourself and do an IPO on the 2nd one.
You force the two cows to produce the milk of four cows. You are surprised when one cow drops dead. You spin an announcement to the analysts stating you have downsized and are reducing expenses.
Your stock goes up.

FRENCH CORPORATION
You have two cows.
You go on strike because you want three cows.
You go to lunch and drink wine.
Life is good.

JAPANESE CORPORATION
You have two cows.
You redesign them so they are one-tenth the size of an ordinary cow and produce twenty times the milk
They learn to travel on unbelievably crowded trains.
Most are at the top of their class at cow school.

GERMAN CORPORATION
You have two cows.
You engineer them so they are all blond, drink lots of beer, give excellent quality milk, and run a hundred miles an hour.
Unfortunately they also demand 13 weeks of vacation per year.

ITALIAN CORPORATION
You have two cows but you don't know where they are.
While ambling around, you see a beautiful woman.
You break for lunch.
Life is good.

RUSSIAN CORPORATION
You have two cows.
You have some vodka.
You count them and learn you have five cows.
You have some more vodka.
You count them again and learn you have 42 cows.
The Mafia shows up and takes over however many cows you really have.

TALIBAN CORPORATION
You have all the cows in Afghanistan , which are two.
You don't milk them because you cannot touch any creature's private parts.
You get a $40 million grant from the US government to find alternatives to milk production but use the money to buy weapons.

IRAQI CORPORATION
You have two cows.
They go into hiding.
They send radio tapes of their mooing.

POLISH CORPORATION
You have two bulls.
Employees are regularly maimed and killed attempting to milk them.

BELGIAN CORPORATION
You have one cow.The cow is schizophrenic.
Sometimes the cow thinks he's French, other times he's Flemish.
The Flemish cow won't share with the French cow.
The French cow wants control of the Flemish cow's milk.
The cow asks permission to be cut in half.
The cow dies happy.

FLORIDA CORPORATION
You have a black cow and a brown cow.
Everyone votes for the best looking one.
Some of the people who actually like the brown one best accidentally vote for the black one.
Some people vote for both.
Some people vote for neither.
Some people can't figure out how to vote at all.
Finally, a bunch of guys from out-of-state tell you which one you think is the best-looking cow.

CALIFORNIA CORPORATION
You have millions of cows.
They make real California cheese.
Only five speak English.
Most are illegals.
The Bull likes the ones with the big udders.

P.S. This was taken from a chain-letter =)

Bliss~*

My new kitten sleeping with the older one in my cupboard... Then again he is officially owned by my sister



Tiramisu: Enjoying the heat from my laptop vent...



On another note, my frens think that I'm not a very happy person =(