Its 6.50am on a beautiful Saturday morning!

I am gonna go for a slow morning jog to freshen myself up and after that, I will be enjoying a sumptuous dim sum breakfast with my family. Well, at least I wish I can say that.

Truth is, I couldn't sleep last night. I dunno about you guys but whenever I think too much, I become insomniac. Sick of lying on my bed and feeling the seconds, milliseconds and nanoseconds of my insignificant life passing by so ever slowly, I thought why not do something? I can either do something happy or do something sad. I chose the latter since negative+negative=positive.

SO, I went and did some research on View Road Hospital.



Just by looking at the location of the hospital, you can roughly guess what kind of place it is already, right? Now now those of you who have heard me talking about this place before, don't get too excited. I promise to share with you what I have discovered. For the rest, just read on =D

From Wikipedia:

View Road Hospital is located at Admiralty Road West, Woodlands Singapore. It used to be a mental hospital, started in 1977.

From SgClub Supernatural Forum:

The first batch of 35 patients set foot in View Road Hospital, a psychiatric facility with 250 beds for the rehabilitation of patients with chronic schizophrenia. Ward 21 of WH was converted into a new psychiatric Outpatient Department while Ward 23 became a medical ward. The Child Psychiatric Clinic at Outram Road General Hospital was relocated to Russels Road, Alexandra Park.

That's all the information of the place I can get which unfortunately, isn't alot and very reliable. I was expecting to find at least some history but heck, even the official IMH website didn't have anything on it. I wonder why there is so little information on the place. Maybe something bad happened there and people decided to just conceal and forget about the existence of View Road Hospital altogether.

If that is the case, wouldn't it be better for the authorities to just raze the whole building to the ground and erase it from the Singapore map? Why leave the ancient, delapidated building there and risk the chance of having people, like myself, exploring and digging up the hidden secrets of the place? The authorities must have thought of demolishing View Road Hospital initially. They must have, its the easiest way out. So, what gives?

Maybe the building itself couldn't be demolished.

Perhaps the workers who tried to tear the place down died mysteriously on the spot suddenly. Perhaps the machinery broke down whenever they get too near to the building. Perhaps the wrecking ball was repelled off mid-air before even touching the walls. Whatever the reason is, the hospital couldn't be destroyed back then. There could be an evil force field surrounding the hospital, protecting it, or rather, warding off anyone who attempts to destroy the place which had bear witness to the horrible events of 30 years ago.

The vengeful souls from the past might still be lurking withing the hospital compounds even till today, biding their time, waiting for the opportunity to exact their vengeance on the perpetrators of the terrible incident 30 years ago.

So what exactly happened 30 years ago? I found some interesting tales about the hospital that might shed no more light than a torchlight with cow's dung for batteries.

...Surrounded by trees and very deserted roads.

There're a few swing chairs, 3 levels, big place, deserted place, gate locked.

I went there 2 years ago, sunday, lunar calendar 7th month day 7, the day believed to be the most 'scary' day when all the ghosts are stronger and very evil. I went there with a group of friends, we thought nothing unusual would happen.

But then....we saw a watchman that time, HE started talking with us, and opened the locked gate for us, he talked with us in some kind of funny funny language, none of us knew what was that language, but surprisingly, we understood what he was trying to tell us.

We didn't freak off on the spot, but then when we thought back...it really freaked us off.

It's a deserted place, why would the gahmen employ a watchman?
The watchman spoke alien language, why did we all understand what he said?
We saw him watering the field, how come there's water supply there? (he used a water pipe)
All my the other friends who had been there before, all said they saw no watchman.

Another one.

I went there before with a group of friends. Think is like 2-3 years ago already. There's a guard there but we were allowed in.. No idea why. Well, personally i saw nothing. But a few of my friends saw and were down with fever after the visit. One of my friend saw something in the mirror but he kept quiet till we were out of that place then he told us.

Another one saw it inside a room. Bloodstains were all over the places. Bats all around too ._.

While we were trying to find out way out, we realized that the place where we entered from was locked =.=
We kinda panicked but luckily, a dog just appeared from nowhere and it bring us to some fence with a big hole there for us to climb out.

We hurried our way out.. Lol.

And another.

I don't know about the security guard leh..
But some say he is one of them also lol? I not sure.. He let us in thou. But when we came out he is gone ._.

So it involves a security guard. Well, we might never know the truth, considering how controlled our media is nowadays. But if I do, I will be sure to tell you guys.

I didn't have the privilege to visit View Road Hospital (because I have uninteresting friends who wouldn't accompany me) but I found a person who have been to the hospital, snapped several photos of the place and blogged about it. The photos which I am about to show are extracted from his blog.

You shall view these photos at your own risk. Here goes.


Are those 3 humans or...


The loophole which explorers used to enter(trespass) the hospital.


Gate sign. Vandalized by the ghost of Michael Fay?


The front hospital building. Notice the orbs in the pictures.


Some side building.


Leaving your names behind is unwise... lest you want to make new friends!


A long corridor. Duh.


Hello, I have an appointment with Dr. Tan --- 30 years ago.


Those lines wouldn't happen to be blood streaks on the wall right?


The supposedly accursed mural in the hospital. Will someone call me after I seen this image? Then again, why are the colours still so fresh after 30 years of Singapore weather?


Safety nets to prevent patients from jumping off the floors. Hey, NTU could use some of this.


Firehose reeled out of the building. Done by our kind or their kind?


The other wing of the u-shaped hospital.


Wheres the flag?


Resist the urge to jump!


WTF?


A very blur image.


Looks like some monster will come out of it any minute.


Dare you take off your pants and shit inside?


Sewage disposal shack.


Odd looking tree.

At the end of the day, after so much speculations about the possible twisted history of View Road Hospital, I discovered that...

...the damn place have been converted into View Road Dormitory...



...for none other than Veerasamy -.-



ARGHH!

What the hell. Seriously. I haven't even been to visit the place and they converted it into a bangla house already? There goes one creepy place to visit in Singapore.

And are Banglas immune to the supernatural or what? Why do gahmen always like to house them in places like this?

OK I just couldn't resist doing something funny to my presentation slides.
There. Did it and felt better. My teammates will be in for a surprise!

Well well well. We really have to hand it to the Japanese when it comes to creating out-of-this-world stuff. Totally. They own everyone else on the planet!

Just look at the following pictures.



Don't you wish you had one of those dangling scarf? I wish I do.

Another one -



This makes the festive decorations in Singapore looks like shit.

And another one --



OMG!

And yet another one ---



Holy cow. SQ sucks totally.

And who can deny they have the whackiest game show in the entire world?







Now now now, who says you can only hide stuff underneath manboobs?



Rainy days will never be wet again with this umbrella.



I actually think that this chopsticks are useful!

And finally.... in case you are wondering, the title on the bottle reads "Bukkake". But I am sure the illustration explains everything.



Ermmmmmmmm. Looking at this bottle of white liquid again makes me understand why people say you can fulfill all your sexual fantasies in, you got it, JAPAN!

OK. So the Japanese have hell lotsa creativity. But some things are just not to be. Like the movie I watched earlier. Its called Grotesque and 100% of you would have guess by now that its a gore movie! YEAH! But anyway, its literally a gore movie.

There isn't any plot at all and I sat through 70 minutes of pure torturing, on the film of course.

The show goes like this:

a couple on their first date was ridiculously kidnapped by a man who was later revealed to be a torturer. The torturer is a sick person. He demands the couple to turn him on sexually if they want to leave his torture room alive. After that, he proceeded to violate the girl and the boy. Next, he started torturing them and it was revealed that the torturer's definition of "turning him on" was actually for the couple to endure his brutal treatment.

*He gets sexually aroused by torturing others. That is wrong is so many ways.*

Then, when the torturer finished hammering nails into the boy's nuts and cutting off his penis, he stared intently at the severed appendage in his hand. When I expected him to stuff the thing into his mouth, he suddenly shouted "Hell yeah! You stimulated me! I feel it! OK I am so sorry. I won't let you die! I am going to save you and the girl now!"

Wow. That is so kind of you. Except that you just sawed off his fingers, dug out his left eyeball, hammered four nails into his ballsack and cut off his manhood. How noble of you.

But anyway, the torturer really ended up treating all the wounds he inflicted on the couple. And the scene changes from the dark torture chamber to a cozy hospital room. The couple woke up and was wondering what the heck happened. Then, the torturer entered the hospital room and explained to them that he has been stimulated and thanked them deeply for bestowing upon him the heavenly experience. Then the three of them proceeded to have a calm, peaceful and normal conversation, with the torturer/doctor promising to release them and then surrender himself to the police once the couple has fully recovered. To sweeten the deal, the doctor/torturer also agreed to hand over his 400 million yen worth of assets to the couple after he surrenders himself to the police.

WHAT THE HECK! SERIOUSLY! You are willing to accept the money of someone who just mutilated you beyond recognition? How can you even negotiate him peacefully. This just defies all logic! But whatever. Its just a show.

Moving on, the couple fell asleep and then they wake up, to their horror, to find themselves in the torture chamber once more. Apparently, the doctor/torturer was greedy and wanted to be stimulated once more. He argued that he didn't break his promise of releasing them after being stimulate, instead, it was the couple who didn't stimulate him enough. So he started torturing them all over again until they die. End of story.

..........

After the movie, I cringe at the realization that the only reason to watch the show is for the gore. Otherwise, there is simply no other purpose to watch the show. Then again, the gory scenes aren't exactly that gory, but that is by my standard so I don't know about you guys.



The film boldly advertises itself as the main course and Saw and Hostel as appetizers. The way I see it, Grotesque is just junk food. Too much and it will spoil your health. And brain as well. But I sure wouldn't want to live in a world where there is no junk food.

文成武德，英明神武。
千秋万载，一统江湖！

天网恢恢，疏而不漏。多行不义，必遭恶报。

任盈盈明知来到少林寺， 自无生还之望， 但她为了救令狐冲，竟然连自己也不顾了。

问世间，情为何物？直教生死相许。

Remember when you were young and had to visit the school dentist every six months?

I like to visit the dentist when I was in primary school. She was a gentle lady who would, in our modern lingo, talk cock with me and gave me sweets. I even remember eating some of her very sweet tasting toothpaste powder... haha. And she always remember who I am whenever I go see her, as if I am her VIP customer out the several thousand school kids. It was really fun to see her.

Unfortunately, my dental experience in secondary school wasn't as pleasant. The dentist seemed rushed to finish examining my oral health in as short a time as possible and there was minimal conversation. Just "Open your mouth" and "We are done. NEXT!". No chit-chats. Just the end results.

My dental experience in junior college was non-existent. MOH stop providing free dental healthcare beyond the secondary school level, assuming us to be responsible enough to get our teeth examined periodically. But guess what? Their assumption was wrong. I, for one, haven't been to the dentist for the past 5 years.

Tua pek gong knows what the heck has settled down and colonized the vast stretches of my molar molar terrain during these years. Well, to be honest, I couldn't care less about since I have been dutifully brushing my teeth twice in the day and night all the time. But when something starts to bleed, it definitely isn't a good sign.

So for the first time in 5 years, I ringed up Q&M and booked a dental appointment.

I was attended to by this Doctor Tay.



He was damn friendly, reminiscent of my primary school days dentist. He inserted some sort of camera into my mouth first and started taking photos of my molar atlas. Then with a few buttons presses, he brought up the images onto a screen hovering in front of me. Cool stuff. Next, with the pinching action, he zoomed in on my Just kidding. The pictures were kind of... dirty (well its been 5 years hasn't it?). There were yellow stuff stucked in between the grooves of my teeth.

According to Doctor Tay, those were the accumulation of the end products formed by the chemical reaction between potassium and calcium substances in our saliva. It is found in everyone's teeth... since everyone has saliva and is the most common stuff he had to clean all the time. My gums and teeth were fine (long live to brushing day and night!). The bleeding in my gums was only caused by the 'excessive' build-up of those yellow stuff and it would be fine once it was removed.

Next, he started putting stuff into my mouth and began cleaning up the filth.



It was all over in about 10 minutes I think. Oh and I found out the drill like thing which dentists use to clean our mouths ain't exactly a drill. Its actually called a scalar. Something that vibrates at a high frequency to knock off those yellow stuff stuck on your teeth. Think of a high-voltage powered micro vibrator. Yeap. I supposed knocking it off causes less damage than scraping it off?

After the treatment, Doctor Tay suggests that maybe I should consider putting on braces.



Because some of my teeth are very close to each other and this makes effective cleaning difficult, but it won't cause too much of a problem in general. But he mentioned that I have a protruding lower jaw and might need to go through a surgery to re-align my jaws if I want the full procedure.



"What kind of procedure?" I asked.

"Basically, they cut open your lower face, saw off parts off your lower jaw, re-attach them and voila!" he said nonchalantly.

...

Thanks doc. Glasgow smile anyone?



But he also advised against it, saying having strong jawline (so I have a strong jaw... hmm...) might not be a bad thing, especially if I am comfortable with my looks. He had a friend who went through the surgery and Doctor Tay felt that he looked worst after that. Haha.

I guess I will putting off the braces thing. Besides, kissing someone with braces reeks of kissing a metallic hammer. Yucks.

I was given an appointment card and a rather big bill ($103). Gonna have my teeth checked in 6 months time again. I am taking good care of my mouth from now on, without which, I won't be able to savor the sweet, creamy taste of my favorite durians!!!

You guys should visit a dentist soon too if you haven't done so for years!

The invigilator announced that your time is up.

You can either be feeling a helpless sense of despair. You refuse to lay down your pen. You want to continue the question which you were doing, trying to grab as many points, any points, you can as possible. But alas, reality forbids. You see the grim reaper approaching your aisle and moving down your column, coming nearer and nearer towards you. When he(she) finally stands before you, you look at the woven fibres of soul in your hands and then at grim reaper. You wished that maybe you could charm him with your bubbly eyes to give you more time, or maybe he will give you a second chance seeing how preciously you are clinging on to life. But that ain't going to happen. With the coldness of a scythe, he swipe his hands across yours and rip the few pieces of paper from you. Yes, you are going to fail (or at least perform abysmally).

Or.

You couldn't be happier to hear that your time is up. You have finished the paper earlier and have been waiting patiently and excitedly for the end where you will be relieved of all the pains you have endured till now. As the angel approaches you, you look at him with the brightest of smiles and voluntarily hand over your paper to him. The instant he took it from you, you sense the world around you dissolving into a picturesque scenery of a sky filled with beautiful clouds. You feel weightless. You feel that you are floating and you are rising towards a shimmering spot of light in the heavens. You hear people congratulating you on a job well done. Yes, you have passed the paper (or are going to perform excellently).

Of course, whatever it is, you are not going to heaven or hell after the paper. You will most probably be heading home to study hard for the next paper, or enjoy life if you have none left. And on your way out of the examination hall, chances are you will bump into friends who took the same paper as well. Depending on the circumstances, talking to them might make you feel better or worst.

Circumstance 1:
You just saw the grim reaper and he just saw the angel. He asked you how did you fare and you said fuck it. He will either sympathize with you or gloat over you. In the case of sympathy, he will probably say things like "Oh, don't feel sad. I am sure you did fine." or "Don't worry, the bell curve will save you." or "Don't be so pessimistic. Wait till the result's out.", all of which are meaningless and pointless and said just because he doesn't want to make you feel bad, when obviously, you already are. If he is gloating over you, you will probably feel like stabbing him a thousand times in his face with a durian (I will).

Circumstance 2:
You just saw the angel and he the grim reaper. Friends like this won't usually go around telling people he just fucked a paper. If he did, he is most probably be finding someone to whine to. So you should listen to him for abit. Don't be a jerk and go telling him you are going to heaven. It would really suck if you are stabbed a thousand times in your face by a durian. Be nice. Sympathize.

Circumstance 3/4:
Both of you either saw the angels or the grim reapers. In this case, you guys either go party together, or go emo together. Simple.

So, have you seen the angel or the grim reaper today? Or did you exact DURIAN VENGEANCE?

This is the legendary Numa Numa dance!

If only I am an electromagnetic field and you a conductor. That way, you will be able to know from the induced current that you have already entered my existence.

More haste. Less speed.

Do things too fast and you might end up with an incomplete material.

Take things nice and easy and do it slowly. Give it time to settle and form properly. Only then can you obtain a perfect crystal.

Even so, always be prepared to end up with a less than satisfactory end product. Things might go wrong somewhere in the process, especially when you are new to metallurgy. When that happens, take another piece of material and start all over again.

But remember, never settle for anything less than what you want.

Teachings from AE2009.

It feels good to have finally gotten some tutorials out of the way. I should have done them ages ago but I just kept putting it off. I guess its time to start doing my homework regularly - starting from next semester! "Divide and conquer" really makes my job easier. It would makes yours easier too. Trust me. I have been through times where I have a test on the next day and I tried to cramp 20 chapters of knowledge into my head the day before. That didn't work out, not to mention I didn't get to sleep as well.

So, start clearing your work one by one, starting now!



I totally feel smarter. Whooo!
Oh Wheel of Fortune spin for me! The magical 5, here I come!

Tee Gong please po pi to let it rise, let it rise, let it rise. Oh and while you are at it, do assist to make my GPA rise as well. 4.5 would be good.

Gam Siak Tee Gong po pi.

"Alright sweety, we got to leave now. Aunt Liz will be here tomorrow morning so get a good night's rest ok?"

"But mommy, I am scared."

"Aww. It's alright, Boxer will protect you, right boy?"

"Woof!"

"But..."

"Don't worry honey. We will lock the doors before we leave. By the time you wake up, Aunt Liz would have prepared breakfast for you. Besides, Boxer is by your side."

"Okay... can you tuck me in?"

"Sure. Now go to sleep alright. We are leaving. Bye bye."

"Bye.."

And so, the girl's parents left the house, leaving her alone at home for the night with her dog. The girl fell asleep soon after their parents' departure.

"Drip.. drip... drip..."

"Drip.. drip... drip..."

"Drip.. drip... drip..."

A few hours passed. The girl was awoken by the sounds of dripping water. It appears to be coming from the bathroom. But she knew she was alone in the house. Thinking that it could be just sounds from the water pipes, she reached down her bed to feel her dog. Boxer responded to her touch and licked her hands gently. Having sensed the reassuring lick, the girl fell asleep again.

"Drip.. drip... drip..."

"Drip.. drip... drip..."

"Drip.. drip... drip..."

The girl woke up to the dripping sounds again. Instinctively, she reached underneath her bed for Boxer and felt her dog's reassuring lick. Telling herself that it is just the water pipes, she went back to sleep again.

"Drip.. drip... drip..."

"Drip.. drip... drip..."

"Drip.. drip... drip..."

The third time. This time, the girl was scared. Terribly scared. She reached underneath her bed to find reassurance from her dog again. She was still convinced that she is the only one in the house.

"Drip.. drip... drip..."

"Drip.. drip... drip..."

"Drip.. drip... drip..."

Dripping sounds continue to emanate from the bathroom. She couldn't take it anymore. She plucked her courage, got off her bed and walked towards the bathroom to see what is causing the noise. When she reached the front of the bathroom door, she slowly stretched her hand in to feel for the switch.

*Flick*

The bathroom lights came on. The girl was shocked by what she saw. Hanging from the shower head was Boxer's lifeless body and the dripping sounds came from Boxer's blood dripping onto the floor. Before she could react further, something caught her attention from the corner of her eyes. Something was smeared on the mirror in blood:

YOUR HAND TASTES SWEET, MY DEAR.

Suddenly, the girl felt a presence behind her. She turned around and screamed for the last time...

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I will doze off safe and soundly but I miss having you beside me.
I will send a postcard to you dear, just cause I wish you were here.
The silence isn't that bad, till I looked at my hands and feel sad.
The spaces between my fingers are right where yours fit perfectly.

为爱CHIONG CHIONG CHIONG 为情 XIONG XIONG XIONG!

Time Check: 3 hours to Aerospace Materials quiz
ZOMGWTFBBQ $#^#@%!&%$^&@!*&

Uniqlo's March 2010 POKEMON collection.

These can trump any Burberries or Armanis anytime man!

Hehehe.

=D

I got what I want, but not what I need.

Both are so similar, yet different at the same time.
Why is it so difficult to get the latter in this case?

I love my Mama she's the best!!!

Oh my sky what is going on? I can no longer focus like before. It takes the sligtest bit of distraction to pull me away from the primary task nowadays.Take for example this afternoon, I was about to start revising my Chemsitry when a random thought about Pikachu leads me to playing my newly bought Pokemon HeartGold for the whole day. What is worst is I know my Chemistry quiz is next Tuesday and I am aware that there is mother a lot which I need to study.

I allowed myself to waste my day away on a game despite being fully aware of the dire consequences if I didn't do well for my quiz. This is totally unacceptable behavior! Yet, I am permitting it.

Have I been bewitched?

Even now I am wandering aimlessly outside knowing that public transport services are going to terminate soon and I might have to end up walking home.

Just wonderful.

这些酷刑不是要令人死，而且是要人感到生不如死。。。

The legendary right-hand man of Adolf Hitler.

Goodbye Volvo

First it was Chrysler and now Volvo. What the heck are these CEOs thinking, selling their companies to China. As we all know, this mother piece of shit land is only good at one thing. Copying, copying and copying. Everyone knows that goods manufactured in that shit country are not reliable, cars included. The people there are just too stupid to engineer a decent automobile. No no no, they are a retarded race who cannot even create a proper handphones or MP3 players.

So what should they do to improve their competitiveness? Buying Stealing other people's ideas. So acquiring Volvo will supposedly give China a foothold in Europe's automobile industry. Right people. Watch out. Things are not so simple. Something has to be done to curb this dumbfuckland's growth before the whole world becomes infested by those pesky little mainland Chinese and degenerates 100 years back in time!

When the 80 year old Swedish marquee goes bust one day, I will be laughing and telling those dumbass management executives "Told ya' so."

Just wait and see.

When I first saw the synopsis of this movie a few weeks back, I was expecting it to be Hostel-ish, alot of blood, brain matter, intestines, protruding ribcages, eye gorging, tendon severing, skin skinning (?), fingernails plucking, toe cutting, sharp objects inserted into body openings, head splitting and stuffs like that.

Oh and how can I forget about tongue shredding, wood chipping machine feeding, whipping with spiked whips, hammer to the shin, non lethal lacerations, drilling through knee cap, rolled through a roller machine leg first, roasted slowly over fire and... oops, I have digressed. Let's move on.

The show is not as graphic as hostel. Sure, there are a few parts that makes me cringe but nothing of the Hostel level. Just some arm hacking and tendon severing scenes. I can't say I am disappointed because I was kind of relieved to find minimal gore in the show. I guess I am doubtful of my tolerance for anything beyond Hostel level but I will only know my boundaries when I watched something beyond Hostel level... something live perhaps hehehehe *Ahem*

So the storyline is somewhat similar to Hostel. A bunch of hooligans were escaping to the Netherlands from Paris and halfway on the road, they decided to rest at a motel(hostel?) in the middle of nowhere. Unfortunately for them, the motel was run by a Nazi family who kidnaps and kill people for...

This is the weird part. They don't seem to kidnap people and torture them for fun. And they are most definitely not an organized syndicate that kidnaps people and auction them off for others to torture for fun. They are just a Nazi family headed by a surviving member of the SS. They don't seem to have any reason to be killing innocent tourists. But yet, there were tonnes of body hidden in the bowels of the motel in the show. If I had to name a reason for them, it would most likely be to protect their identity.

So there is no clear explanation as to why the family kills innocent people and there is no concrete plot to it. Just a film showing people at the wrong place at the wrong time. If this is the "French answer to Hostel and Saw", I have say it is not a very good answer. Meanwhile, I will be looking forward to Hostel 3.

One plus point for the show is, the main actress is mother hot! Hot stuffzzz!!!
Karina Karina, you made my day ~

*UPDATES* I just Wiki-ed the movie and found out that the Nazi family are cannibals. Hence, their need to kill anyone who stayed at their motel.

The hottest song in 2010 to top the K-Pop billboard charts!!!

Now this might work hehe.

Dear Mr Bill Gates,

I think life is too precious to be overly concerned about grades and grades. I am not against education but going through factory processes which aims to assemble you in the shortest time possible can be quite tiring at times. If you are defective, they will just chuck you aside. You can then choose to pay to get re-assembled again, or simply remain in the dumpster for the rest of your life.

I honestly don't believe that you need an ISO Certification in order to be successful. Please tell me how did you rise to where you are today even though you dropped out of college.

Thanks.

P.S. I installed Windows 7 on my Macbook Pro =D

There are people who plays a significant role in your life, and then there are those who you think will play a significant role in your life. We often take those who are closest to us for granted and spend our energies in pursuing someone else who don't really care.

Learn to let go. Learn to appreciate. To reiterate the age old mantra from Squall Leonhart once more:

Reality isn't so kind. Keep your hopes lower. That way, you will feel less pain when things doesn't go the way you want it to.

HEY PEOPLE!

Remember I came up with some scientific theories of my own some time back?
Well I DID IT AGAIN!

Another marvelous scientific discovery by my brilliant mind!

"The speed at which your shit is ejected out of your a-hole is directly proportional to the amount of stress exerted on your rectum." - Jin

Simply put, if you hold your shit for too long, pressure will build up inside you rectum and since the pressure outside your anus is atmospheric pressure, the vast difference in pressure will cause the rectum to eject your shit projectile out at mind-blowing speeds!!!

That is why when you hold your shit for too long, your urge to shit starts to increase and when you finally find a toilet bowl, you find that your shit will be ejected so violently that water from the toilet bowl will splash onto your cheeks. Butt cheeks. You can try to clamp your ass tight but it will be a foolish and futile attempt to contain your shit. The force generated by the difference in pressure is simply too huge for our human ass to control.

This phenomenon is all the more evident when you have watery shit. The high-speeds at which your liquid manure is ejected results in those melodious PU PU PU sounds. And because its watery, you tend to see your whole toilet bowl covered with your shit after you had a watery dump. That is attributed to Newton's Second Law which involves the high speed at which your shit particles hit your toilet bowl. Ha. Even Newton's Law confirms my theory.

There you have it! OMG I am so proud of myself. Someone should totally give me a Nobel Prize.

I shall call this new theory "Jin's Shitty Law".

Like all other laws of Physics, you cannot defy Jin's Shitty Law. So next time when you need to shit, do not hesitate and quickly find a toilet. It will be healthier for you and your rectum. You wouldn't want to have your rectum ruptured due to excess pressure build-up would you?

Next mystery to solve: Why do humans experience a moment of temporal bliss the moment they let out their shit which have been held back for a long time.

Alright this is going to be childish but I don't care. Here goes:

LOHKAHSENG YOU MOTHER PIECE OF FISHCAKE. I CURSE YOU HIT YOUR BUTT LA STUPID TART.

Whew. I don't feel any better.

Whatever.

The Glasgow Smile.











Does it sound like a new film to you? Or a cocktail? Or the name of a ship? A painting? A monument? A person? The name of a band?

Hahahaha... I bet you all my FE1003 notes that whatever you are thinking of, it is not the right answer.

This innocent name has a not so innocent definition...











The Glasgow Smile is a nickname for the result of cutting the face of a victim from the edge of his mouth to his ears. Remember Joker from Batman? The cut, and the scars it leaves, resembles an extension of a smile. How cute. Wait... there is more.

Sometimes, to further hurt, or even kill, the victim, he would be stabbed in the stomach or kicked in the groin (for men) so that his face will be ripped apart when he screams. And why is it called the Glasgow Smile? Because the practice originated from the city of Glasgow, Scotland.

This is a cruel, if not, inhumane, way of treating another person. But I guess its an effective tool of fear because I am disturbed by it. Especially the thought of my face ripping apart. Ouch. Well, I guess to make it less cruel, we can tickle the victim instead of stabbing/kicking him. At least he will have a moment of joy before finding his face split in two. Hey, if he is lucky, he might be able to hold his laughter and save his face!

Ha! I sure know how to improvise. And I shall name this new method of torture...

Jin's Grin!

La la la la la la la la la la~~~

*Takes out pen and paper*

*Logged onto Edventure*

*Opened my e-mail inbox*

La la la la la la la~~

*Start checking for deadlines and events*

*Begin planning schedule for the week*

La la la la la~

*Admires my super neat handwriting*

*Grins happily*

*Writes more and more into my schedule*

La la... la?

*Zooms in on 9th Mar*

-_-"

La LAMPA LAH! The end is near!

If I can't survive, everyone else will be going down with me.

Ebony Tuesday is coming.

I went to watch the play by Hall 15 Production crew at Republic Polytechnic yesterday evening. It was a good play. The actors were good and they portrayed their characters goodly, for lack of a better word. My English proficiency seems to have spiraled deep deep into the abyss of nothingness.

I especially liked the father of the female protagonist. He was damn cute and comical. I think I am going to start imitating some of his actions and gestures. The mom of the male protagonist is, well... a pretty thing to look at. But of course, I am just admiring her good looks. Not like someone sitting beside me. The three main friends are my favorites too. Sometimes, I wish I have bitchy/supportive/funny/retarded friends like that. Right now, most of the people I know are r - WHAT? My phone? Just answer it for me~!

The play revolves around the difficulties which the female protagonist, who is a talented singer with the voice of the next American Idol, faced after she turned partially deaf. (No offence but is it true that deaf people cannot speak properly?)

What will you do if the person you love manifests himself in the image of someone you hate?

This was the dilemma faced by the male antagonist, who hated his deaf mother for bringing shame on him since young but ended up falling in love with the bearer of the voice of the next American Idol. He wasn't sure whether or not to pursue this forbidden love but with the help of his trusty besties and an unlikely twist of fate, he found his happy ending.

Why do people try so hard to fit in with the norm of society? She could have regained her sense of hearing easily by simply putting on a listening aid but the bearer of the voice of the next American Idol refuses to do so for fear of being labeled 'deaf' and 'weirdo' by her friends and society. Even so, she was still being ostracized by those who knows about her illness.

Everyone is unique. Just because society decides what is the norm doesn't make you abnormal. You are as normal as can be, the same with everybody. Stereotypes and perceived good/bad are some undesirable by-products of modern human society. The majority is not always right. The Devil's truth becomes written if the Angels die. We are soft, composed of roundish shapes, warm and living creatures, so what has encouraged us to try to become sharp, hard, plastic and cold beings? The lack of courage perhaps. Even I am guilty of that most of the time. Its kinda sad when we have to live our life according to the default settings dictated by society. But what to do? Righteousness is not something we can acquire over the night and in this 21st century, benefits > morality.

When was the last time you were yourself?

Now now, Hall 2's Baikachu seems rather promising. I might catch that too.

Woh oh oh sha la la la la~
Sha la la in the morning ~

Hehehehehehehehehehehehe. Hahahahahahahahahahaha.
Woo hoo hoo whoo hoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

I AM SO HIGH FROM SUGAR RUSH!
SWEET LIKE HELL!

Kehkehkehkehkehkehkehkehkehkehkehkehkehkehkehkeh!
NehnehnehnehNehnehnehnehNehnehnehnehNehnehneh!

Fuck the opposition, Constitution and Congress. I am in charge now. Where are the nukes?

CNY ended on 17 feb for me.
School started on 18 feb.
Project essay due on 22 feb.
Video due on (21)22 feb.
Quiz on 22 feb.
School ended at 8pm on 19 feb.
Finished my essay. Still doing my video. No time for quiz. No time to slp.
Skipping lecture. skipping tutorial. skipping quiz. gonna get a MC. i am not sick.

Am i whining? yes i am whining. so what if i am whining. i joined school to get a degree. period.
you guys may have been through worst? great. so what? i am not you. i am me.

everything seems so ethereal. so transparent. so misty. so digitalized.

When it comes to building something pretty and practical at the same time, Apple is the dragon head old big.

I simply cannot understand why our PC manufacturers, which have way way way way way way way more edge over Apple, thanks to Windows' dominance for a period of time, still cannot come up with a decent looking laptop with decent specs. Aesthetics and performance doesn't seem to go hand in hand in the PC world. You either have a brick which can take almost anything you throw at it, or you get a shiny crystal ball which shatters the moment you apply too much pressure.

Then, along came Apple who married the two together. Yes. A bimbo with brains. I can imagine those anti-Apple insurgents and Windows fanboys cursing and swearing at me now. Whatever. The product speaks for itself. Look at a MacBook Pro. Compared with all other mainstream laptops on today's market, it has the best specs coupled with the best looks. (If you care only about performance, then this will be of no concern to you. But I believe majority of us wants to have something nice to look at as well)

Sure. PC has the HP Envy. But hey. After squeezing everything into a case which is about as big and as sleek as a MacBook Pro, they realized they can't fit an optical CD drive into it and have to offer it as an external accessory along with the laptop. Lets not mention that we need to pay $50 for it, on top of the $3700 you are already paying. Ha, for that kind of money, I would have expect everything to be included in the laptop itself.

I am no Apple fanboy. Then why did I buy a Mac? Simple. I am 49% Giordano and 51% Louis Vuitton. And partly cause I want to try something new as well.

But if tomorrow, some PC company builds a pretty laptop with decent specs running on Windows, I will be sure to go back to Windows. In other words... hehehe