Picture the following scenario:

You are the President of the United States of America.



One day, you were happily doing your job when your phone rang. You felt a slight shudder when you picked up the receiver.



Your hunch was correct. It was a bad call.



But hey, you're the American President. You have got to do something.



So having taken care of the first order of business, which is to show them whose the boss, you need to get down to serious business; how to save 3 American cities from being toasted by 3 dirty bombs planted by a terrorist.

Naturally, you don't want to deal with this alone. You can't anyway. So, you summoned the baddest badasses in your administration to your office to discuss a plausible solution to the threat.



But this is a national crisis. If any President can come up with a solution simply by gathering all his aides and asking them to think of one, heck even I can be President - of Earth. So while you guys are drinking and discussing, the bombs are ticking away in three undisclosed locations in three American cities across the continental US and A!

As the man on the top who has to be responsible if anything happens, you get inevitably stressed and starts to have funny ideas.



Then suddenly, you saw light.



The terrorist surrendered himself to the FBI. You must be confounded by the actions of the terrorist but who cares. You've got only three days left before the three bombs explode and vaporize three American cities from the face of Earth. The terrorist is willing to disclose the location of the bombs but only if his demands are met.

Americans DO NOT negotiate with terrorists. The President is no exception. Besides, his demands are ridiculous.



Time is running out. Either you solve the damn problem or you are going down in history as the President who couldn't do a thing to save three American cities from one terrorist. Yeah, real life choices sucks. But you still got to make one anyway. You've tried tempting the terrorist with money (only to take the money back and put a bullet through his brain after getting the bomb's locations), tempting him with lust (he circumcised too much of his ahem during a surgery) and talking to him nicely (he thinks you're retarded).

So, what else can you possibly do to make him talk?



Oh yeah baby, are you thinking what I am thinking =D
If you do a clean job of it, nobody else will know!

You must be thinking HELL NO! That is inhumane. Besides, my country does not condone any violation against human rights! We are the Big Brother of Earth. We can't go around flouting rules that we have set just because we feel like it (although we could). The United States is the Land of the Free!



Yeah. Sure. Stick to your principles and ideals. If you can't get the terrorist to talk, 3 days later, 3 American cities will be gone. We are talking about the destruction of a few millions lives. The psychological impact on the rest of the nation. The morale booster for the enemy. The criticism of the United States government's incapability by the world. Your job.

So, do you still feel like standing on the moral high ground?

That, is the premise of "Unthinkable".



This psychological thriller highlights an important aspect of today's delicate political arena; is it alright to torture when all else fails?

People like me shouldn't be unfamiliar with the term 'torture'. It is the intentional causing of extreme bodily pain to another person, whether for fun or for business, like in the movie plot depicted above.

Most people find the idea of torturing another person revolting and barbaric, which is probably why we have an Universal Declaration of Human Rights by the United Nations.



Yes, I have to agree that torturing is bad. It is not nice to hurt another person. My mom says we should all play nice with others. BUT, if there is sufficient reason, I believe it is alright to do so. And it has to be the last resort. After all, extreme situations call for extreme measures.

Think about the above plot. Its like 10 million of YOUR citizens' lives against one lone terrorist who is bent on wrecking havoc in the world.

The choice is obvious. To me at least.

And lets face reality. Do you seriously believe that every nation in the world abides strictly to all the rules created by the United Nations? Will you follow all your school rules or other rules in your life?

Furthermore, terrorists are not your conventional kind of enemies. They are unconventional enemies who doesn't fight head-on but instead, choose to strike from the dark and their targets are un-armed, un-trained and to some extent, un-fit civilians who have as much chance to retaliate as a chicken on the chopping board. How chivalrous is that?



And then there is the issue with torture generating bad information where the person being tortured might just lie in order to stop the torture. That may be true, but considering that you've got everything to lose while he doesn't, having any kind of information is better than no information. There's a 50-50 chance that he might be telling the truth too. Besides, more torture can be used to verify the information.


Ok, lets start with his finger. Hmm ain't working.


His ahem. Shit, still ain't talking.


Then kill his wife in front of him. WHAT?


Next to go will be his children. Oh his finally talking. But I shall just continue to verify if his lying!

OK enough with the nonsense.

At the end of the day, everybody's measure of morality is different.

Does the end justifies the means?

Surviving in the wild lesson 101: Grow some balls.

*Squish*




Tabasco anyone?

Look.

Its clear as day that all you want is money. I am really sorry for being the useless good for nothing bump who cant make money for you to spend but have already burnt a hole in your bank account.

Please stop your incessant whining and nagging; they wont make money appear out of nowhere.
I just want to live my life peacefully.

When I eventually graduate and get a job, don't worry, I will give you money. That will be all.

You just want the money anyway.

The nearest galaxy is 25000 light-years away from us and we are approximately 27000 light years away from the Galactic Centre. We have proven the existence of Black Holes and that everything in our universe is moving further and further apart. We figured out how to send men into space and recover them safely, as well as how to build a house in space. We know that the core of the Earth is molten and is spinning at a certain speed. Mariana's Trench is the lowest point of the Earth's surface and we have already been there. Let's not forget about Mount Everest as well.

We know that everything is made up of atoms and every atom contains electrons, protons and neutrons; stuff which are invisible to the naked eye but we have invented devices to see them. Every electron contains 1.6×10⁻¹⁹C of charge and we know how to generate large amounts of energy by fusing or splitting these particles.

And then of course, there are lots more of other stuff which we know but is impossible to list them all down. How did we get to where we are today?

The brilliance of human intelligence.

I can't help but feel that deep down, we are actually all lonely people.

The vexation of not being able to complete what I want to do is eating me away slowly, a piece at a time. Time; this immortal entity which has been around since the beginning of everything is playing with me like a ventriloquist with the caprices of an adolescent child.

I have been trying to mold it to my will but like a fistful of sand, it always slips through my hand. My plans to do things doesn't always go according to plan thanks largely to the unpredictable nature of time. You see, when I allocated 2 hours to complete a tutorial, I ended up doing only half of it. One question is difficult, by the time I figured out how to solve it, 1 hour 30 minutes have passed. I spent 30 minutes doing the previous 2 questions. And I am left with 3 more, but no more time.

Time doesn't care that you are grinding your brains to work something out. It doesn't care that you have many more questions to do. It doesn't care that you need to work. It definitely doesn't care that you are trying desperately to hang on. The moment you stop and think, time will accelerate, leaving you behind. If you can't think fast enough, then you are not worthy of more time. You shall face the deadline with your unfinished work. And you can watch your GPA go south.

Something is wrong when I am beginning to feel the inadequacies of having just 24 hours a day.

Nah. How could it be time's fault? It must be my intelligence, stupidity to be exact. I ain't that bright. Hence, I deserve to sink to the bottom of the food chain. Period.

Get smart or die trying.

There are some people who can't deal rationally with rejection because it hurts their ego so much to know that they are lousier in some aspects than others. It is amazing how they can put all the blame on the person whom rejected them for rejecting them. Even after proper explanation, they still remain deluded. Their first response to rejection will be to ask "Why?", after which they will start blasting their 'rejector' for their stupidity and lack of foresight and that it is their loss for not choosing himself/herself.

Look, if you are really that good, you wouldn't be rejected in the first place. It isn't that hard to figure out, or is it?

Nobody is perfect. And nobody ever will be. We all have our flaws. We all have our strengths. If you think your life is glamorous and you are a really hip person just because everyone agrees with you and doesn't reject you, you need to wake up... and face reality. Chances are all the friends you have had up till now are pretentious being who doesn't want to antagonize you by telling you how bad you really are because they stand to gain something from it.

Contrary to popular beliefs, not all who shits on you are your enemy. Consider the following scenario:

You walk into class one day and saw one of his classmate with dried mucus at his nostrils. He probably didn't realized it because he hasn't bothered to wipe it off. Now, would you go up to him and tell him about it so that he will clean himself up, or would you ignore him and laugh at him together with your other friends behind his back?

If you're the guy with your nostrils smeared by dried mucus and your friend came forward to inform you about your mess, congratulations. No doubt your friend may have laughed at you first for being such a retard but read this - he just saved your ass from being ridiculed by the whole school. Otherwise, it would suck to be you until some point you look into a mirror and only realize WTF.

Are people getting overly sensitive nowadays? Yes, the truth may be hard to swallow at times but we still have to face and get over with it. We also have to learn that sometimes, the truth spoken to you by your friends/peers/parents/professors/whoever is something called positive criticisms which are meant to helpchu improve yourself. Telling you your new hairdo really sucks doesn't mean the person is insulting you. He is letting you know so that you can do something about it to avoid embarrassing situations (think first dates).

Would you dare to tell someone you know about his flaws (e.g. nose digging and armpit scratching in public) so that he can change for the better or would you choose to remain ignorant because you don't want to hurt his fragile heart? If you choose the latter, you are a big fat liar because I know that you just don't want your friend to get the wrong impression of you and you can't be bothered to explain things if he really thinks you are insulting him. What would a true friend do?

And people, we all gotta grow some balls and be more receptive to criticisms. But if you are really being insulted, please don't just stand there and do nothing.

I have digressed. But never mind.

Ultimately, we have to learn to accept our flaws and capitalize on our strengths. Accept ourselves for who we are. Why do we have to strive to be like others?

When I can't sleep, I dream of becoming an horribly powerful monster so that I can exact vengeance on those despicable, wretched imbeciles in my life.

AHHHH! WHAT THE DOUBLE FUCK! Why am I watching stuff like this!!!

Erm. What the fuck? Seriously... WHAT THE FUCK?
Paedophillicity comes to mind.

Photos from my BlackBerry Bold 9700.

SOE 2009/2010

New age Gaga and Madonna live from KL!!!

This made me laughed my teeth off. Oh my gosh.
I swear that kid looked skinnier after the therapy.

I want one of those grass blowers!

Hmm... who to aim it at to achieve the same effects?

OK. There has been some misunderstanding over my previous post and I have to let you guys know that it was posted by an intoxicated me. Now let me clear things up before anyone starts asking me anymore questions.

I had a jug of Long Island Iced Tea, followed by a Blowjob shooter at a bar. It got so hot I can feel the blood rushing through my veins, my senses gradually tranquilized. I got tipsy. After that, we went to a toilet and we each entered the cubicles separately to unleash our pee. We had a great time that night.

I loved every moment of it!

Long live to copulation! Sex keeps humanity alive, although I am probably too tipsy to remember why the hell did I even adulated sex that night.

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Marvel vs. Capcom 3 Gameplay

whoa. the new generation of marvel vs. capcom rocks my pants off! i havent played MVC since like when I was a primary school kid and I wasnt that big a fan back then. but with all the new characters which i have played as in various capcom games (and loved them ttm), i am going to get MVC3!

Chris's special attack really proves that normal humans can fight like a battle demon with all the right weapons. I mean Ryu was shouting SHORYUKEN and IronMan was shouting MEPHOTO BLAST and Captain America was going SHIELD BLAST and Dante and Deadpool was having trigger-happy fun while firing their infinite pistols going BANGBANGBANGBANG.

Then we have Chris whipping out his Grenade Launcher and goes BURNING GRENADE! Sounds uncool but hey, it gets the job done. And I really love that Rocket Launcher he whipped out in his finishing move. Hohoho.

It was a terrifically fantabulous 4th of July this year. One fitting for the future dictator of the globe. Mwahaha. More pictures soon...

OK, just seconds after blogging about the Titanic, I came across this heinous article about a company making use of the wreckage - LITERALLY- to make money. Romain Jerome is a watch company that has taken steel from the sunken Titanic to build a limited edition series of watches, called the Titanic DNA.

With all due respect but FUCK YOU over and over until the end of time Yvan Arpa (CEO of Romain Jerome).

Titanic is a legacy of many people, it is the final resting place of many souls and most importantly, it is a part of human history. Making use of it to market your products to reap disgusting amounts of profits is bad enough already but taking steel from it and destroying it just to make some watch is downright atrocious.

Its like taking bones from your corpse and turning it into a dildo for a porn film. Oh yeah, somebody should totally do that to Mr. Arpa.

The things one can forsake for the sake of money. DISGUSTING! I sure hope people will be sensible enough to not buy the watch.

Titanic, the largest and grandest ship which was hailed as the Ship of Dreams and "the ship which God himself could not sink" by the people of her time. Nobody expected her to sink during her maiden voyage. But sunk she did and she brought along with her the souls of 1500 people into the depths of the North Atlantic.

I built a model of it last year and displayed it underneath the wall fan in my room. Less than one week later, the freaking wall fan came loose and crashed onto my Titanic. What are the odds?

Recently, I got nostalgic and decided to watch the 1997 blockbuster Titanic, a movie based on the short-lived legendary liner again. So I went and obtained a HD version of it and boy, the story between Jack and Rose really gets to me. I have watched the film for like twice before but I was still young then and love meant as much as what Hong Kong returning to China meant to me.

Today, after watching it again after x years, I fully appreciate the bond between a man and a woman, as well as the death and destruction following the demise of the ship. I am especially captivated by the scene where Jack sacrificed his life for Rose after the ship sank and Rose keeping her promise to the dead Jack Dawson.



Sure the relationship between J&R is idyllic, something that is rather unlikely to happen in modern times anymore but the idea of having someone who you can fully trust and depend on is such a dream come true for me. Yeah I admit, I am a love fool who believes in true love.

Who wouldn't want to have a relationship that will be loving for as long as it last? Who wouldn't want to find his/her other half to spend the rest of their lives together? If you answered no to both questions, you are either a lying jerk or you are just a nerd.

I am going to find my own Rose DeWitt Bukater. Time to hit the Star Cruises this weekend.

The breast, or more affectionately known as neh-neh, is a very powerful weapon which only the girls have. Some girls have more powerful ones, while others have, well, less powerful ones. Irregardless of the difference in power, when girls reveal their 2 flabs of mass attraction, most guys won't be able to resist the unexplainable force of temptation and will flock towards the girls helplessly.

Sure. Guys like boobs. But there are some boobs which we should never fool around with because if we do, we will die a miserable death. Really.



These are the more conventional ones. If you're lucky, you might get to have some fun before the girl whip out those guys and give you a few holes.




These would be the more stealthy kind of killer boobs. Hidden behind those fluffy pom-pom bra pads which you can't wait to rip off, the girl can eject the barrel, which replaces their nipples I think, at anytime and shoot you. Just imagine when you are about to give her a power boat and BAM! It ain't pretty. It ain't pretty...




Tengu... milk? I seen Thai performances before where the showgirls can shoot milk out of their breasts and male audiences were fighting to catch the flying streaks of milk with their mouths. But this Tengu milk is not exactly something you want to come in contact with. They are actually human fluids that have been genetically altered to become extremely corrosive. What's worst is when two girls performed a stacking combo (as in the picture) to greatly increase the range of their deadly fluids. How far can you run?




Erm, the name pretty much explains everything. These girls are the ultimate human weapon which the Japanese Military are currently developing. The prototype which they built have yielded exceptionally marvelous results on the battlefield. Apparently, it managed to infiltrate an American base in Iraq as a freelance prostitute and while having orgy with a company of soldiers, she activated her firing mechanism and killed a everyone in the bunk. When reinforcements arrived to investigate, they can found an innocent, petrified freelance prostitute covered with blood in a corner of the bunk. The Americans sent the poor girl back to her country shortly after that.




Ho ho ho. Drills have long been an indispensable part of most gore movies and it has never failed to strike fear in the audiences' heart. Now, the girls have utilized it and attached them onto their boobs via a DRILL BRA! Now now that is a nipple you do not want to suck!




I bet a dollar you guys can't guess what the hell this is. A lump of breast tumor? Breast shaped durians? Emergency eject button? All wrong. Its a breast GRENADE! Again, another innovation by the Japanese military. If one is not enough, the female soldier can combine both their breast grenades together to create a DOUBLE breast GRENADE which have TEN TIMES the power of a single breast GRENADE due to some genetical alteration when the two breasts come in contact. Obviously, this is a single use weapon only so when the female soldier decides to use it, you better run far far away.

OK. I know most of the killer breasts mentioned above are kinda lame and will only materialize
in the minds of the twisted.

What? Don't look at me. I am perfectly normal.

But here is a potential killer breast that might come to life in the near future. Nope, the Japanese are good but they are not the ones to have it. Nor the Russians. Nor the Americans. Nor the British. Not even the Chinese. The killer breast actually belong to single individual. A woman. With abit of twisted concepts. She is none other than...















Yes, you can see her in action in her Alejandro MTV. Just go YouTube it.
Like it or not, GAGA is here to stay.

Rah Rah Ah Ah Ah
Roma Roma Ma
Gaga Gaga Ohh La La
Want your Bad Romance

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!