Cool Name

I was folding papers this afternoon and I noticed this woman with an Uber-Cool-Name.

Check this out:




Faeldog.

Wow. How awesome is that? It sounds like Fel Dog, like youre some fucking big shot from the burning legion.

BEHOLD! LORD FAELDOG!!

Sweet.

Cheese Bun From Breadtalk

Breadtalk just introduced this new cheese bun I want to intro you guys.

If youre a cheese freak, this is something for you to eat till you puke. Each costs $1.40.

The outside is covered with mozzerella I think.

There are shy cheese chunks that hide inside.

Existence of Forgiveness

Hmm Ive been very busy lately. Mostly busy doing a lot of thinking. The question of the week can be summed up in: Even if repaired my heart such that it could once again forgive, could the other party/parties forgive me?

Which is essentially the crux of the problem, because the other party/parties wouldnt believe themselves to be in the wrong, simply because we all do what we think is right.

How to solve the problem then, when there is no such thing as 'right' and 'wrong' because our ideas of 'right' and 'wrong' are constantly shifting? In that case, who should be doing the forgiving? Does it even matter since forgiving is 'for giving'? Is there even any forgiving to be done?

Minds Cafe

So theres this place near the NLB called Minds Cafe. Its basically a cafe with board games and such with supposedly good food. I was pretty disappointed to find they didnt have the Warcraft or Starcraft board games there, but Nest said even if they did have it, youd need 8 hours to complete the Warcraft one and 4 for the Starcraft one.

The only pics I took were of the Jenga ones tho.

Yong Sheng surveys the situation.

YS makes his move.


Jin Hong, not expecting YS to succeed, contemplates his next move.


Our battle, 4 steps before collapse.


"Lose already la" - Me and jen in a separate 1v1 (which I did win)

So this was the final sending off of zeya to his NS. Hope he survives his fat camp and lives to tell me about it! Good luck!

Hello my dear, mon amie
why did you take my heart from me?
Thank you love, gracias
now you will see the coup de grace

Your blood will splatter on the floor
and you shall bleed forever-more
Just as you have caused me pain
so shall your death throes be in vain.

CWG Movie And Drunk Baby

Conversations with God is having a movie made for october! I cant wait!

Anyway, heres a really really funny video. Baby lovers will love it, and pretty much anyone else.

Joke

One evening last week, my girlfriend and I were getting into bed.

Well, the passion starts to heat up, and she eventually says, "I don’t feel like it, I just want you to hold me."

I said, "WHAT??!! What was that?!"

So she says the words that every boyfriend on the planet dreads to hear…

"You’re just not in touch with my emotional needs as a woman enough for me to satisfy your physical needs as a man."

She responded to my puzzled look by saying, "Can’t you just love me for who I am and not what I do for you in the bedroom?"

Realizing that nothing was going to happen that night, I went to sleep.

The very next day I opted to take the day off of work to spend time with her. We went out to a nice lunch and then went shopping at a big, big unnamed department store. I walked around with her while she tried on several different very expensive outfits. She couldn’t decide which one to take, so I told her we’d just buy them all. She wanted new shoes to compliment her new clothes, so I said, "Lets get a pair for each outfit."

We went on to the jewelry department where she picked out! a pair of diamond earrings. Let me tell you… she was so excited. She must have thought I was one wave short of a shipwreck. I started to think she was testing me because she asked for a tennis bracelet when she doesn’t even know how to play tennis.

I think I threw her for a loop when I said, "That’s fine, honey." She was almost nearing sexual satisfaction from all of the excitement. Smiling with excited anticipation, she finally said, "I think this is all dear, let’s go to the cashier."

I could hardly contain myself when I blurted out, "No honey, I don’t feel like it."

Her face just went completely blank as her jaw dropped with a baffled,
"WHAT?"

I then said, "Honey! I just want you to HOLD this stuff for a while. You’re just not in touch with my financial needs as a man enough for me to satisfy your shopping needs as a woman."

And just when she had this look like she was going to kill me, I added,
"Why can’t you just love me for who I am and not for the things I buy you?"

Apparently I’m not having sex tonight either….but at least that bitch knows I’m smarter than her.

EDIT: The "I" isnt ME. Its a copy and pasted joke.

Parable: The Little Soul And The Sun

WARNING: The following post is one on spirituality, and is serious. If youre looking for something funny, read the above post.

The Little Soul and the Sun is a simple and powerful story that brings children a very profound truth: There is no absolute good or bad - that underneath all that happens in the world, all that we call "good" and all that we call "bad," is love. Your child will discover a God that she or he can love, because God is love, as are all the Little Souls who are a part of God. And perhaps parents, too, will rediscover who they really are.

*****

Once upon no time, there was a little Soul who said to God, "I know who I am."

And God said, "That's wonderful! Who are you?"

And the Little Soul shouted, "I'm the Light!"

God smiled a big smile. "That's right!" God exclaimed. "You are the Light."

The Little Soul was so happy, for it had figured out what all the souls in the Kingdom were there to figure out.

"Wow," said the Little Soul, "this is really cool!"

But soon, knowing who it was was not enough. The Little Soul felt stirrings inside, and now wanted to be who it was. And so the Little Soul went back to God (which is not a bad idea for all souls who want to be Who They Really Are) and said,

"Hi, God! Now that I know Who I am, is it okay for me to be it?"

And God said, "You mean you want to be Who You Already Are?"

"Well," replied the Little Soul," it's one thing to know Who I Am, and another thing altogether to actually be it. I want to feel what it's like to be the Light!"

"But you already are the Light," God repeated, smiling again.

"Yes, but I want to see what that feels like!" cried the Little Soul.

"Well," said God with a chuckle, "I suppose I should have known. You always were the adventuresome one."

Then God's expression changed. "There's only one thing..."

"What?" asked the Little Soul.

"Well, there is nothing else but the Light. You see, I created nothing but what you are; and so, there is no easy way for you to experience yourself as Who You Are, since there is nothing that you are not."

"Huh?" said the Little Soul, who was now a little confused.

"Think of it this way," said God. "You are like a candle in the Sun. Oh, you're there all right. Along with a million, gazillion other candles who make up the Sun. And the sun would not be the Sun without you. Nay, it would be a sun without one of its candles...and that would not be the Sun at all; for it would not shine as brightly. Yet, how to know yourself as the Light when you are amidst the Light -that is the question."

"Well," the Little Soul perked up, "you're God. Think of something!"

Once more God smiled. "I already have," God said. "Since you cannot see yourself as the Light when you are in the Light, we'll surround you with darkness."

"What's darkness?" the Little Soul asked.

God replied, "It is that which you are not."

"Will I be afraid of the dark?" cried the Little Soul.

"Only if you choose to be," God answered. "There is nothing, really, to be afraid of, unless you decide that there is. You see, we are making it all up. We are pretending."

"Oh," said the Little Soul, and felt better already.

Then God explained that, in order to experience anything at all, the exact opposite of it will appear. "It is a great gift," God said, "because without it, you could not know what anything is like. You could not know Warm without Cold, Up without Down, Fast without Slow. You could not know Left without Right, Here without There, Now without Then."

"And so," God concluded, "when you are surrounded with darkness, do not shake your fist and raise your voice and curse the darkness. Rather be a Light unto the darkness, and don't be mad about it. Then you will know Who You Really Are, and all others will know, too. Let your Light shine so that everyone will know how special you are!"

"You mean it's okay to let others see how special I am?" asked the Little Soul.

"Of course!" God chuckled. "It's very okay! But remember,'special' does not mean 'better.' Everybody is special, each in their own way! Yet many others have forgotten that. They will see that it is okay for them to be special only when you see that it is okay for you to be special."

"Wow," said the Little Soul, dancing and skipping and laughing and jumping with joy. "I can be as special as I want to be!"

"Yes, and you can start right now," said God, who was dancing and skipping and laughing right along with the Little Soul.

"What part of special do you want to be?"

"What part of special?" the Little Soul repeated. "I don't understand."

"Well," God explained, "being the Light is being special, and being special has a lot of parts to it. It is special to be kind. It is special to be gentle. It is special to be creative. It is special to be patient. Can you think of any other ways it is special to be?"

The Little Soul sat quietly for a moment. "I can think of lots of ways to be special!" the Little Soul then exclaimed. "It is special to be helpful. It is special to be sharing. It is special to be friendly. It is special to be considerate of others!"

"Yes!" God agreed, "and you can be all of those things, or any part of special you wish to be, at any moment. That's what it means to be the Light."

"I know what I want to be, I know what I want to be!" the Little Soul announced with great excitement. "I want to be the part of special called 'forgiving'. Isn't it special to be forgiving?"

"Oh, yes," God assured the Little Soul. "That is very special."

"Okay," said the Little Soul. "That's what I want to be. I want to be forgiving. I want to experience myself as that."

"Good," said God, "but there's one thing you should know."

The Little Soul was becoming a bit impatient now. It always seemed as though there were some complication.

"What is it?" the Little Soul sighed.

"There is no one to forgive."

"No one?" The Little Soul could hardly believe what had been said.

"No one!" God repeated. "Everything I have made is perfect. There is not a single soul in all creation less perfect than you. Look around you."

It was then that the Little Soul realized a large crowd had gathered. Souls had come from far and wide ~ from all over the Kingdom ~ for the word had gone forth that the Little Soul was having this extraordinary conversation with God, and everyone wanted to hear what they were saying. Looking at the countless other souls gathered there, the Little Soul had to agree. None appeared less wonderful, less magnificent, or less perfect than the Little Soul itself. Such was the wonder of the souls gathered around, and so bright was their Light, that the Little Soul could scarcely gaze upon them.

"Who, then, to forgive?" asked God.

"Boy, this is going to be no fun at all!" grumbled the Little Soul. "I wanted to experience myself as One Who Forgives. I wanted to know what that part of special felt like."

And the Little Soul learned what it must feel like to be sad. But just then a Friendly Soul stepped forward from the crowd.

"Not to worry, Little Soul," the Friendly Soul said, "I will help you."

"You will?" the Little Soul brightened. "But what can you do?"

"Why, I can give you someone to forgive!"

"You can?"

"Certainly!" chirped the Friendly Soul. "I can come into your next lifetime and do something for you to forgive."

"But why? Why would you do that?" the Little Soul asked. "You, who are a Being of such utter perfection! You, who vibrate with such a speed that it creates a Light so bright that I can hardly gaze upon you! What could cause you to want to slow down your vibration to such a speed that your bright Light would become dark and dense? What could cause you ~ who are so light that you dance upon the stars and move through the Kingdom with the speed of your thought--to come into my life and make yourself so heavy that you could do this bad thing?"

"Simple," the Friendly Soul said. "I would do it because I love you."

The Little Soul seemed surprised at the answer.

"Don't be so amazed," said the Friendly Soul, "you have done the same thing for me. Don't you remember? Oh, we have danced together, you and I, many times. Through the eons and across all the ages have we danced. Across all time and in many places have we played together. You just don't remember."

"We have both been All Of It. We have been the Up and the Down of it, the Left and the Right of it. We have been the Here and the There of it, the Now and the Then of it. We have been the male and the female, the good and the bad; we have both been the victim and the villain of it."

"Thus have we come together, you and I, many times before; each bringing to the other the exact and perfect opportunity to Express and to Experience Who We Really Are. And so," the Friendly Soul explained further, "I will come into your next lifetime and be the 'bad one' this time. I will do something really terrible, and then you can experience yourself as the One Who Forgives.

"But what will you do?" the Little Soul asked, just a little nervously, "that will be so terrible?"

"Oh," replied the Friendly Soul with a twinkle, "we'll think of something."

Then the Friendly Soul seemed to turn serious, and said in a quiet voice, "You are right about one thing, you know."

"What is that?" the Little Soul wanted to know.

"I will have to slow down my vibration and become very heavy to do this not-so-nice thing. I will have to pretend to be something very unlike myself. And so, I have but one favour to ask of you in return."

"Oh, anything, anything!" cried the Little Soul, and began to dance and sing, "I get to be forgiving, I get to be forgiving!"

Then the Little Soul saw that the Friendly Soul was remaining very quiet.

"What is it?" the Little Soul asked. "What can I do for you? You are such an angel to be willing to do this for me!"

"Of course this Friendly Soul is an angel!" God interrupted. "Everyone is! Always remember: I have sent you nothing but angels."

And so the Little Soul wanted more than ever to grant the Friendly Soul's request. "What can I do for you?" the Little Soul asked again.

"In the moment that I strike you and smite you," the Friendly Soul replied, "in the moment that I do the worst to you that you could possible imagine ~ in that very moment..."

"Yes?" the Little Soul interrupted, "yes...?""Remember Who I Really Am."

"Oh, I will!" cried the Little Soul, "I promise! I will always remember you as I see you right here, right now!"

"Good," said the Friendly Soul, "because, you see, I will have been pretending so hard, I will have forgotten myself. And if you do not remember me as I really am, I may not be able to remember for a very long time. And if I forget Who I Am, you may even forget Who You Are, and we will both be lost. Then we will need another soul to come along and remind us both of Who We Are."

"No, we won't!" the Little Soul promised again. "I will remember you! And I will thank you for bringing me this gift ~ the chance to experience myself as Who I Am.

" And so, the agreement was made. And the Little Soul went forth into a new lifetime, excited to be the Light, which was very special, and excited to be that part of special called Forgiveness.

And the Little Soul waited anxiously to be able to experience itself as Forgiveness, and to thank whatever other soul made it possible. And at all the moments in that new lifetime, whenever a new soul appeared on the scene, whether that new soul brought joy or sadness--and especially if it brought sadness--the Little Soul thought of what God had said.

"Always remember," God had smiled, "I have sent you nothing but angels."


by Neale Donald Walsch, Conversations With God

The New Girl

Her name is the Muvo T200.

Unlike other women you can choose what coloured dresses she wears.

Unlike other women she shuts up when shes told.

Unlike most women you can take off her pants and she wont complain.

She sings to you, plays any musical instrument and knows over 1000 songs. She has a photographic memory and so never forgets anything you ask her to remember.

Shes wearing red today, and shes helping me tell the time.

Ive taken off her pants, but Ive kept her green top on for decency sake. Shes asking me to shut my eyes, but I just cant stop staring.

Her again, in purple.

And the best part seriously, is I dont have to install any fucking iTunes which insists on trying to play shit it cannot play and fucking up my audio/video entertainment.

Fuck you apple, creative just owned your fruity ass.

OT

Office solitude
A commonplace sobrique
For overworked staff

I Cried When I Read This

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Now you know why I cried.

Optical Illusions

Blood And Pain

This post is all about blood. I have pictures of me bleeding, other people bleeding, and art thats comprised of images drawn in blood.

If you are in any way adverse to blood, I have only one thing to say to you.

"HAHA!"

So anyway, I got bored while waiting for god knows what so I started to play with my penknife and shaving the hair off my toes with it. A little accident occured which I didnt notice at first, so I sat normally and started gaming.
After a while I noticed that the floor had a blood on it and I was bleeding. So like any true artist, I was compelled to make a statement to the world.





A few days later on Vesak day, I went to play painball again, with LY and SH. Ive never bothered to wear long sleeve shirts to painball cuz I have never gotten hit on my arms before. However, that day, I found reason to do so.

The above picture is what happens when a paint ball flying at 350 feet/second hits your exposed skin.

LY too, had some first hand experience. He even got head-shotted lol! See his beautiful hair dyed orange.

Then a few days later, I was playing with the same pen knife (again!) and cut myself on the finger. Cant really remembered how this happened, but even if I did I wouldnt tell you how I did ;P

The beauty stands before the monster (represented by my foot)

We Are All The Same

First look over there,
at the whores in the street.
See the skin they bare,
see their breasts so complete.

Do you toss your head high,
and look in disdain?
Or will you think just as I
and feel both our pain?

What if I told you,
we were all the same?

They sell their souls,
just for some cash.
To fill their bowls,
And fatten the sash.

Yet even I,
have made this trade.
I just comply,
and join the parade.

Now Im telling you,
we are all the same.

Just today I was told off,
by a customer who thought he was right.
But I couldnt tell him to fuck off,
so in I caved without a fight.

To me it was as if,
my ego and my pride,
had jumped off a cliff,
and was swept off by the tide.

Now do you believe,
that we are all the same?

Yet there be some who disagree,
for the flesh they sell, is holy just as well.
But only to a small degree,
cuz my spirit yells, the body is but a shell.

If you take away my essence,
the Who of who I am,
gone will be life's lessons,
whats left is just a scam.

So nod your heads,
and know as I know,
that in this Great Game,
we are all the same.

Armpit Cameltoe

Following the previous post, I had this weirdass woman come up to me and ask me to bluetooth the "Barney and Friends" theme song to her when she heard it play on my phone cuz its my ring tone.

So anyways, me and jen were heading home and we saw this woman who had white armpit hair. I noticed it but it was only after she pointed it out my eyes kept darting back to the demon armpit hair. You cant really see it that clearly here, but it was there. Pretty fine hair it was.



Then after a while we saw this guy (I swear he was a male) who had a cameltoe.

I dont know whether its possible for a male cameltoe to exist but it was there. Clear as daylight. So we pretended to be taking pictures of ourselves while facing Mr. Cameltoe and we got this picture to prove it to you all.
That is very obviously a cameltoe right there. I dont take pictures of peoples butts and say it is a cameltoe. But the fella was most definitely a guy, and I cant imagine a girl having a cameltoe that big. Jen said that the position of the cameltoe was totally wrong but I insisted that its possible for it to be there cuz the pussy is roughly where the balls of a guy are!

So we argued and argued from Bishan to Sembawang about 1.)whether the fella was a guy or gal and 2.) whether it was a ball sack or a cameltoe.

Too bad I had to alight and leave her in the company of the mutant cameltoe. She later smsed me to tell me how she noticed that it would wobble when the person moved, which kinda sent shivers up my spine but knowing her it probably turned her on or something.

At The End Of A Closing Day Of Weird Books, Weird Women Asking For Weird Songs, Weird Armpit Growths And Weird Pubic Protrusions

Everything Men Know About Women

Mom and kerk flew off to japan today, so Im the master of the house for 1 week. Id bring some whores to my place and have a party if not for the fact that I know none or any pimps, for that matter.

So anyway, Jen and I headed down to Kino to get her some books and we saw this amazing book.

By a frigging professor some more right? So we decided to take a look at the back as well to see what kind of things they could possibly teach us.



WOW! This book must be frigging awesome! Deep in this tome lies everything we men could possibly know about women!

Arnt you just so amazed to find out whats inside? We did, so we opened the book!

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EMPTY!! All the frigging pages were empty!

GET IT??!!!

Hahahaha! I thought this was such a brilliant book I absolutely HAD to blog about it! But of course there was no way Id waste 8 bucks buying it, but it was a good laugh.

Cheers to Jen for finding it!

Stupid But Stupid

My colleague and I were talking about handwriting and he remarked that my handwriting was "cute" and went on to his supposed punch line that "cute" was "ugly but adorable".

Okay, what I want to say is that this has been an issue that has been bugging me for some time.

I want to know which idiot was it that told his idiot friend who told his idiot friend who told his idiot friend who told his idiot friend *inhales deeply, then pauses* that 'cute' meant "ugly but adorable".

FIRSTLY

cute –adjective

1.	attractive, esp. in a dainty way; pleasingly pretty: a cute child; a cute little apartment.

2.	affectedly or mincingly pretty or clever; precious: The child has acquired some intolerably cute mannerisms.

3.	mentally keen; clever; shrewd.

–adverb

4.	Informal. in a cute, charming, or amusing way; cutely: In this type of movie the boy and girl always meet cute.

–noun

5.	the cutes, Informal. self-consciously cute mannerisms or appeal; affected coyness: The young actress has a bad case of the cutes.

Try finding "ugly but adorable" inside for me please. I must need a pair of new spectacles because, by golly, I cant seem to find it!

SECONDLY

adorable –adjective

1.	very attractive or delightful; charming: What an adorable hat!

2.	worthy of being adored.

Being adorable means being attractive, as seen from above. So therefore I find it hard to imagine someone, or something that looks like a piece of shit in the rain, yet still be attractive.

Thus yet again proving "ugly but adorable" to be quite a mind blowing concept.

If any of you have believed this nonsense before, then you can consider yourselves
OWNED.

The Lord of the Rings Symphony: Six Movements for Orchestra, Chorus and Soloists

Performed by: Singapore Festival Orchestra/Chorus of the Slovene/ National Theatres Maribor and Ljubljana/ Singapore Lyric Opera Children's Choir

Canadian film composer Howard Shore's Oscar-winning score is performed by more then 200 musicians, matching in delivery the musical majesty of Shore's writing, with the live projection of Tolkien art in storyboard drawings by artists John Howe and Alan Lee.

When: 5-6 June, 7.30pm, Esplanade Concert Hall.
Prices: $35, $45, $65, $85, $110, $140, $150

So, who wants to come with me? Im taking either the thirty or forty one.....

UPDATED SEATING PLAN FROM SISTIC

Fucking Dictionary

I cant understand what is up the the nokia dictionary. I mean, I try typing in "tiramisu" into a text message and they come up with "tirangst".

What the fuck is a "tirangst"? Why is this word taking up space in my phone and wasting my time by making me press the "next word" button?

Im So Hot

Literally.

Maybe thats why Im also so hot blooded.

Literally.

Spare our overheated souls, O Helios!