Friday, February 28, 2003
Fucking shit ass dick head of a baber. I when to this baber see....I just wanted a trim. "Trim, keep the fringe" I wanted to re-grow some hair now. Simple right? So he trimmed...and trimmed...and trimmed...and then he trimmed...higher and higher and higher...then he combed my fringe down and snip, he cut a straight line across my forehead. So I got a hair style that looked like someone put a bowl on my head and cut everything that stuck out. Only this bowl was square so it was a big of a, but not really, crew cut. I was so fucking pissed offed that I was swearing and cursing and shouting bloody murder and wanting to sue for scam-dature (such a word?). I tried to live with it for half a day but I ended up getting a after 3 months BMT pass out hair cut the next day. Fuck head barbers. It's all a scam I tell you. I''m never gonna cut my hair again ala Sydney. That happened 2 days agao. well...make it 3.
Wednesday, February 26, 2003
Tuesday, February 25, 2003
A long time ago. I wrote a story about a caveman. I put it up in my site when purpleslob was still around. I'm re-posting it here again 'cos I kinda liked the story and also i think Alice wants to read it again. Here goes....
Note: The story of Yarg and his Eggs was written back when I was studying in Sydney and where life was fun but yet sucky, boring but full of excitement. It was written back at the time when I had nothing to do but had a lot of assignments to do at the same time. Also, when I wrote Yarg and his Eggs, I think I (the writer) or it (the story that was written, or was it my muse that I met only briefly but he seemed to have when on hiatus for a long, long, long time *come back...I need you....*) was, in a way, kind off, but not really, sub-conciously, inspired by Douglas Adams way of writing, if you know what I mean. I'd also like to thank Sean Mangan from Long Island, New York, USA, my classmate in S.A.E. Sydney for coming out with the word/term/sound, Yarg! and all the fun we had about the East and West.
The Story
Time: Long ago before civilization, though I'm not sure if we HAVED reached civilization with all the assholes around.
Character: A caveman (let's call him Yarg), some eggs (lets call them eggs), and some people and dinosaurs around (let's call the some people and dinosaurs around)
Scenario: Hmm, let's start outside Yarg's cave, which so happens to be called...Yarg's Cave.
So here we are...fucking hell, let's just get straight to the point. So Yarg is feeling hungry today. He goes out to hunt for food. He's fucking hungry 'cos all he had was raw dinosaurs around and maybe some fishes that happened to nicely float to the surface of the water when he decided to have a swim in the local pond and some fruits and leaves that made him want to eat more and more and more. So he was deciding what to eat and he stumbled across a nest of eggs. At that time, no one ate eggs 'cos mainly, no one dared to go near a nest of eggs when the egg's owner is around. This nest, however, was different, it's owner wasn't around. Instead, a small bird, well, big bird but considered small in that time was near and pecking on the eggs. The bird broke into one and ate the yellow googy stuff that came out. Yard went, "Oo! Oo! ARg! Bu Yah IK!", which so happen means, "Oo! Oo! ARg! Bu Yah IK!". But I think he was trying to say that he didn't know you can eat that. So he went and chase the bird away with his trusty club (wasn't easy though, he got pecked on the arm and shoulder and that made him bleed. *note* this adds up*). So at last he got the bird away, and picking two eggs up (they were pretty big k) and grumpling, made his way home.
Here it comes....
When Yarg got home, he sat down outside his cave and bit into one. YUCK! Mouth full of shells, tasted like shit. That really pissed him off. He shouted real loud, threw it against the wall of his cave (outside you dummy, not inside) and trudded back into his cave, feeling super pissed from the bird pecks and egg incident (shhh, dun say anymore, makes him angrier) and hungry, he went to sleep. (I know I would, fact that's what I do when i get real pissed and hungry and can't do anything about it, I just go to sleep.)
The next morning, Yarg got awaken by a marvellicious smell (Thus inventing the term marvellicious). He when outside and Lo and Behold! (I always wanted to use that word), the egg that he threw against the wall of his cave (outside!!! duh.), has fried 'cos of the heat from the sun (he went to sleep pretty early) against the stone surface of the wall (OUTSIDE!!!). Yarg tasted it and Yea, Yea!, it was great and he licked the wall (I'm not gonna say it this time) clean (thus inventing the phrase "lick your plate clean" or in this case, wall.). He hurriedly when to look for the other egg that he left outside the previous day. No, nobody took it. When Yarg gets angry, no one messes with him, even the dinosaurs around. How? He shouted real loud remember, should have paid more attention to the story (thus inventing Tarzan's jungle shout). He finally found the egg. It was buried under the sand outside his cave (It's real windy at night, that's why Yarg sleeps in a cave, thus inventing the house). The quickly dug the egg out and hurled it against the wall, hoping it will cook again lke the previous day (yah, cavemen were still pretty dumb back in those times). The egg did not splatter. (Awwww). It broke and out came white stuff instead. Yarg, curious, when to take a look and tried the white stuff. What do you know, Hard boiled egg, or rather steamed or poached or whatever egg turns into when it gets extreme heat under sand, I never have any success with eggs anyway, I took 10 minutes to boil and egg and another 10 minutes to peel the shell off and only 10 seconds to finish it. Doh! Let it out too early. Yah, the egg, under the sand 'cos of the wind and the heat 'cos of the sun cooked. (thus inventing the hard boiled eggs, or steamed or poached........10 seconds to finish it.)
I think we got a little side track here but anyhow, Yarg discovered new food. The end? No, he did not know that heat cause the eggs to cook, but he did however, patent the idea, trademark it, and set up a restaurant which menu only had eggs against the wall and eggs under the sand. People around came to him, paid him in eggs and he cooked it using his special techniques. (Cost was 2 eggs for 1, so Yarg, never had to hunt for food anymore.) Problem was that the people around had to order the eggs and come back the next day for it. (Hence, inventing the terms, patent, trademark, restaurant, menu, the payment system, a story and a bloody waste of time).
That's mindless entertainment for you.
Hoped you guys liked it.
Note: The story of Yarg and his Eggs was written back when I was studying in Sydney and where life was fun but yet sucky, boring but full of excitement. It was written back at the time when I had nothing to do but had a lot of assignments to do at the same time. Also, when I wrote Yarg and his Eggs, I think I (the writer) or it (the story that was written, or was it my muse that I met only briefly but he seemed to have when on hiatus for a long, long, long time *come back...I need you....*) was, in a way, kind off, but not really, sub-conciously, inspired by Douglas Adams way of writing, if you know what I mean. I'd also like to thank Sean Mangan from Long Island, New York, USA, my classmate in S.A.E. Sydney for coming out with the word/term/sound, Yarg! and all the fun we had about the East and West.
Story of Yarg and his Eggs taken from the June 29th 2002 Journal entry of purpleslob's Blog <----(pssst...click here)
"HEAT" is a very powerful word. "COOK" is also a very powerful word. When you put these two words together. "HEAT" + "COOK", a very powerful phenomenon happens that practically changed the way of life on earth. How? Let me tell you a story.The Story
Time: Long ago before civilization, though I'm not sure if we HAVED reached civilization with all the assholes around.
Character: A caveman (let's call him Yarg), some eggs (lets call them eggs), and some people and dinosaurs around (let's call the some people and dinosaurs around)
Scenario: Hmm, let's start outside Yarg's cave, which so happens to be called...Yarg's Cave.
So here we are...fucking hell, let's just get straight to the point. So Yarg is feeling hungry today. He goes out to hunt for food. He's fucking hungry 'cos all he had was raw dinosaurs around and maybe some fishes that happened to nicely float to the surface of the water when he decided to have a swim in the local pond and some fruits and leaves that made him want to eat more and more and more. So he was deciding what to eat and he stumbled across a nest of eggs. At that time, no one ate eggs 'cos mainly, no one dared to go near a nest of eggs when the egg's owner is around. This nest, however, was different, it's owner wasn't around. Instead, a small bird, well, big bird but considered small in that time was near and pecking on the eggs. The bird broke into one and ate the yellow googy stuff that came out. Yard went, "Oo! Oo! ARg! Bu Yah IK!", which so happen means, "Oo! Oo! ARg! Bu Yah IK!". But I think he was trying to say that he didn't know you can eat that. So he went and chase the bird away with his trusty club (wasn't easy though, he got pecked on the arm and shoulder and that made him bleed. *note* this adds up*). So at last he got the bird away, and picking two eggs up (they were pretty big k) and grumpling, made his way home.
Here it comes....
When Yarg got home, he sat down outside his cave and bit into one. YUCK! Mouth full of shells, tasted like shit. That really pissed him off. He shouted real loud, threw it against the wall of his cave (outside you dummy, not inside) and trudded back into his cave, feeling super pissed from the bird pecks and egg incident (shhh, dun say anymore, makes him angrier) and hungry, he went to sleep. (I know I would, fact that's what I do when i get real pissed and hungry and can't do anything about it, I just go to sleep.)
The next morning, Yarg got awaken by a marvellicious smell (Thus inventing the term marvellicious). He when outside and Lo and Behold! (I always wanted to use that word), the egg that he threw against the wall of his cave (outside!!! duh.), has fried 'cos of the heat from the sun (he went to sleep pretty early) against the stone surface of the wall (OUTSIDE!!!). Yarg tasted it and Yea, Yea!, it was great and he licked the wall (I'm not gonna say it this time) clean (thus inventing the phrase "lick your plate clean" or in this case, wall.). He hurriedly when to look for the other egg that he left outside the previous day. No, nobody took it. When Yarg gets angry, no one messes with him, even the dinosaurs around. How? He shouted real loud remember, should have paid more attention to the story (thus inventing Tarzan's jungle shout). He finally found the egg. It was buried under the sand outside his cave (It's real windy at night, that's why Yarg sleeps in a cave, thus inventing the house). The quickly dug the egg out and hurled it against the wall, hoping it will cook again lke the previous day (yah, cavemen were still pretty dumb back in those times). The egg did not splatter. (Awwww). It broke and out came white stuff instead. Yarg, curious, when to take a look and tried the white stuff. What do you know, Hard boiled egg, or rather steamed or poached or whatever egg turns into when it gets extreme heat under sand, I never have any success with eggs anyway, I took 10 minutes to boil and egg and another 10 minutes to peel the shell off and only 10 seconds to finish it. Doh! Let it out too early. Yah, the egg, under the sand 'cos of the wind and the heat 'cos of the sun cooked. (thus inventing the hard boiled eggs, or steamed or poached........10 seconds to finish it.)
I think we got a little side track here but anyhow, Yarg discovered new food. The end? No, he did not know that heat cause the eggs to cook, but he did however, patent the idea, trademark it, and set up a restaurant which menu only had eggs against the wall and eggs under the sand. People around came to him, paid him in eggs and he cooked it using his special techniques. (Cost was 2 eggs for 1, so Yarg, never had to hunt for food anymore.) Problem was that the people around had to order the eggs and come back the next day for it. (Hence, inventing the terms, patent, trademark, restaurant, menu, the payment system, a story and a bloody waste of time).
That's mindless entertainment for you.
Hoped you guys liked it.
Saturday, February 22, 2003
Whoo hoo!! I've got *sings* "Tickets to The Rolling Stone. The Rolling Stonessssss.... The Rolling Stoness....." And the Yes concert is post-phoned....AND.....a lot of shit...till it's confirmed I'll tell you guys. Seems like my luck is running high. But there's sure to be a down-fall somewhere....Oh well...I'm not greedy...whatever happens happens. *sings again* "The Rolling Stones......The Rolling Stones...."
Thursday, February 20, 2003
Monday, February 17, 2003
Sunday, February 16, 2003
Sunday's New Paper 16/02/03
This person wrote in saying she n her partner are getting intimate recently..she said:
"...there had been occasions where I noticed I was on top of him and I noticed his pants bulge and become slightly damp..... I'm now very worried."
The reply frm Dr Lim Su Min:
" The dampness could have been caused be a few reasons. Maybe he had something in his pocket, it could even be urine perhaps,..."
I'll go for something in his pocket. Maybe it's that huge ass 3210 handphone he has that's all broken up (needs sticky tape to hold them together) but he doesn't have enough money to get a new one....
This person wrote in saying she n her partner are getting intimate recently..she said:
"...there had been occasions where I noticed I was on top of him and I noticed his pants bulge and become slightly damp..... I'm now very worried."
The reply frm Dr Lim Su Min:
" The dampness could have been caused be a few reasons. Maybe he had something in his pocket, it could even be urine perhaps,..."
I'll go for something in his pocket. Maybe it's that huge ass 3210 handphone he has that's all broken up (needs sticky tape to hold them together) but he doesn't have enough money to get a new one....
Wednesday, February 12, 2003
Tuesday, February 11, 2003
Saturday, February 08, 2003
I was looking at my old blog and I kinda miss it. Yea...the past....I had it going for about 5 months then before shit happened. So anyway, go take a peak. purpleslob's Blog . The entries are still as mindless but are far more interesting.
Wednesday, February 05, 2003
Monday, February 03, 2003
I'm working all the time and my mom keeps saying I happy happy go out or come back. treat the house like a hotel. WTF man!!!!!!!!! She say's I'm selfish cos I dun wanna take a proper job and bring home money. Like F&B is not a proper job. Discriminative ass. She calls me selfish when she cna't even think of my feelings. It's all about money. I can't wait for pay day to come so I can just give her everything and say, "THAT'S why I'm always not at home."
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