supposed to be doing my university applications. but havent done a single one. the Social Contract by rousseau has consumed most of my yesterday that i did not spend on porn. was supposed to read it to sharpen my personal statement and all that, especially since i want to show my interest in pursuing philosophy. but i ended up reading it out of interest, more than i should. it is really interesting, but difficult to understand because the arguments are sometimes disjointed and there is a whole lot of digression between his points. i think it has something to do with the poor translation.
went to common apps but i couldnt key in my area code.
irrational exuberance and unjustified fear characterize my sad and short existence. just a few days ago i was high from getting the call. because suddenly the image of fass started fading. but then, i didnt apply to any other scholarship and if my dick gets kicked come wednesday im still going to end up there. i received the usp mail, which is a real foamer pussy mail. was just thinking, they says these are the top 180 students. but then, medfac and lawfac do not participate. so that would be at least 600 students out? and we can assume most of these students probably belong to the creme of nus. and then there are the real men who go oxbridge and hyp. how exactly are those in usp really scholars in the traditional sense of the word?
anyways, my ns is in 13 days. or 12 days, depending on how you count. cant believe it. if theres anything the social contract did, it made me feel like a victim of society's tyranny as it committed me and my life, mine 2 best years to the service of a nation for the greater good of the nation at the expense of the individual, a great expense to me as an individual, incompletely justified but done anyway. i have been subject to it by the Will of the People, of which the Will is a Civil will which is disparate of the individual's Free Will which has now become subordinate to the Civil Will, set a long time before i was borne, committed upon me before my person existed. while i do not accept it, not serving ns is akin to being an enemy of the state, and that allows the state all means at its disposal to diminish and destroy me, as an enemy of the state. i was born free, but am now in the bondage of chains put upon me by the Social Contract which has so far protected me and now askes that i repay of its protection. the state and the sovereign are like shepherds who look after the herd only so that it may devour its members. thuggery and all, not forgotten, but accepted. tyranny on the individual, not unnoticed, but accepted.
in short, damned if i do, damned if i dont.
i really need some feel-good thing to do to lift my sorry self from this state of being. i want to watch high school musical 3 again. vanessa hudgens is hot!
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Monday, November 24, 2008
in defence of the guys behind the scdf ragging incident
its been weeks but some have continued flogging the dead horse in the forum. a bit like multiplier. after the autonomous injection it takes time to taper out. like the female writers who probably have never been in actual uniformed service, i also enjoy flogging dead horses. because they are already dead, they probably wont throw me off and i wont land face down in the sand. on my stupid face. and maybe get a few kicks up my sorry ass.
it is completely unacceptable for ragging to this extent, and it was brazen for the persons involved to have posted it on youtube for all to see. i agree that the person kiwied all over would have an indelible scar forever etched into his person, that he would remember and he would be traumatised for life. this action on the part of his friends is completely unforgiveable and disciplinary action should and must be taken.
but before calling for their blood, let us be reminded of the situation they are in. these are hot blooded males feeding on probably misplaced ego and misdirected masculinity. or perceptions of masculinity. in such a world, the heart comes second; guts come first. in such a world, there is time for thinking, but only after action. inasmuch we do not want this, this is the world.
it is also important to point out that these individuals, at the tender age of 18,19,20 have been plucked from their families, dumped in camps across the island with who knows who. under such circumstances, they must already be under severe stress. add to this a completely different social construct. in such uniformed organizations, they surrender part of their individuality to the group, and in this part of the individuality rests their ability to think and reason. in such a situation, they are not just prone to groupthink, they are generally nothing but groupthink. couple it with the bravado that comes with the age, it is crystal clear that it takes little to unleash such a maelstrom of mischief. and such a conclusion.
acts of violence against anyone should not be condoned anywhere. but let us not assume a holier than thou attitude. if you have a maid, think of how you treat her. i know for sure that many people have their maids do ridiculous things like clean the parapet. i also know for sure that many people staying in puny hdb flats and pussy upgrader condos have their maids housed in the teeny bombshelters or kitchens. in the former there probably isnt a lot of air, in the latter there probably isnt a lot of privacy. i know of many people who stock up their houses with instant noodles of different grades, with the lowergrade noodles fit only for the maids consumption. there must be very many persons guilty of such. sure, there is nothing wrong with doing it. no Law forbids it and no fatwa or papal bull explicitly goes against it, and there is nothing wrong. this is the society that breeds these young men who kiwi their friend.
and then as mentioned, ragging is everywhere an inseparable component of the uniformed services. the writer points out that colonials tend to only pick up all the bad habits of their colonial masters, and ragging is one of them. just like judicial corporal and capital punishment which we so embrace. before i waft back into pinkerton mode, consider the social contract and the social construct. we as humans did not come fully programmed to know etiquette or the ways of society. we certainly did not come virtuous. in fact virtue is in many ways a social construct to prevent the social fabric from being torn apart. anyways, we learn by example. when we were young, we learned not to shit in public and not to piss into the wind. we learned to bow our heads low when we see our teachers and offer to carry their books and lick their boots if necessary.
in the context of the camp, the social construct is different from the social construct in the outside world. no one barks orders at you in the outside world. no one knocks you down for being slow. no one tells you his grandmother can walk faster than you can run, and then knock you down. no one can make you wash a toiletbowl with a toothbrush. no one can make you march up and down in the hot sun. no one will curse you, your mother, your father, your grandmother, your grandfather and your dick and expect you to apologize to him. but that is life in camp. you go in hating it, but you end up practising it. people accept it. this is army/scdf life. life is tough, and this is life.
at 18, this young men were conditioned to accept what they see, and it would not be surprising as such that ragging and abuse is passed down from one batch to another batch, and each time they try to one-up on each other. ragging, just like abusing the lesser persons, is machismo, or warped machismo, it is the machismo of the simple 18 year old man. the unthinking man, but a son of singapore nonetheless, one who has been consigned to living out 2 prime years of life in the service of this nation that so many so dearly love.
yes, what they did was wrong, but there are very many mitigating factors. young, innocent, impressionable individuals who slurp up every bit of shit coming their way. with this total change of environment, they probably lost their marbles and their bearings. in tekong/ jalan bahar, i dont think you can see the north star. in this new and vastly different environment where they are starting to see how they fit in and try to fit in, it is inevitable that their moral compasses go haywire and all point south.
so when they are disciplined, let it be in the light of rehabilitation, not retribution. these persons involved are no longer juveniles, but let us not forget that they have a long future ahead of them (unless they get knocked down by a car or get scarred so bad by the punishment they kill themselves) and we should also consider the impact it would have on their young lives. let us not forget that while these people have been charged with fighting fires and saving lives, these people are still not of majority and cannot vote. they are too young, and the Laws of the Land find them so.
let us all be enlightened, and stop asking for their blood. even after world war ii, the victors knew better than to punish every single japanese footsoldier for the atrocities he might have committed, because under such immense stress and deprivation of normalcy, the footsoldier is also a victim. similarly, these young men are also victims of a system and the whole new world. let these young men not be sacrificed like frederick white a century before.
it is completely unacceptable for ragging to this extent, and it was brazen for the persons involved to have posted it on youtube for all to see. i agree that the person kiwied all over would have an indelible scar forever etched into his person, that he would remember and he would be traumatised for life. this action on the part of his friends is completely unforgiveable and disciplinary action should and must be taken.
but before calling for their blood, let us be reminded of the situation they are in. these are hot blooded males feeding on probably misplaced ego and misdirected masculinity. or perceptions of masculinity. in such a world, the heart comes second; guts come first. in such a world, there is time for thinking, but only after action. inasmuch we do not want this, this is the world.
it is also important to point out that these individuals, at the tender age of 18,19,20 have been plucked from their families, dumped in camps across the island with who knows who. under such circumstances, they must already be under severe stress. add to this a completely different social construct. in such uniformed organizations, they surrender part of their individuality to the group, and in this part of the individuality rests their ability to think and reason. in such a situation, they are not just prone to groupthink, they are generally nothing but groupthink. couple it with the bravado that comes with the age, it is crystal clear that it takes little to unleash such a maelstrom of mischief. and such a conclusion.
acts of violence against anyone should not be condoned anywhere. but let us not assume a holier than thou attitude. if you have a maid, think of how you treat her. i know for sure that many people have their maids do ridiculous things like clean the parapet. i also know for sure that many people staying in puny hdb flats and pussy upgrader condos have their maids housed in the teeny bombshelters or kitchens. in the former there probably isnt a lot of air, in the latter there probably isnt a lot of privacy. i know of many people who stock up their houses with instant noodles of different grades, with the lowergrade noodles fit only for the maids consumption. there must be very many persons guilty of such. sure, there is nothing wrong with doing it. no Law forbids it and no fatwa or papal bull explicitly goes against it, and there is nothing wrong. this is the society that breeds these young men who kiwi their friend.
and then as mentioned, ragging is everywhere an inseparable component of the uniformed services. the writer points out that colonials tend to only pick up all the bad habits of their colonial masters, and ragging is one of them. just like judicial corporal and capital punishment which we so embrace. before i waft back into pinkerton mode, consider the social contract and the social construct. we as humans did not come fully programmed to know etiquette or the ways of society. we certainly did not come virtuous. in fact virtue is in many ways a social construct to prevent the social fabric from being torn apart. anyways, we learn by example. when we were young, we learned not to shit in public and not to piss into the wind. we learned to bow our heads low when we see our teachers and offer to carry their books and lick their boots if necessary.
in the context of the camp, the social construct is different from the social construct in the outside world. no one barks orders at you in the outside world. no one knocks you down for being slow. no one tells you his grandmother can walk faster than you can run, and then knock you down. no one can make you wash a toiletbowl with a toothbrush. no one can make you march up and down in the hot sun. no one will curse you, your mother, your father, your grandmother, your grandfather and your dick and expect you to apologize to him. but that is life in camp. you go in hating it, but you end up practising it. people accept it. this is army/scdf life. life is tough, and this is life.
at 18, this young men were conditioned to accept what they see, and it would not be surprising as such that ragging and abuse is passed down from one batch to another batch, and each time they try to one-up on each other. ragging, just like abusing the lesser persons, is machismo, or warped machismo, it is the machismo of the simple 18 year old man. the unthinking man, but a son of singapore nonetheless, one who has been consigned to living out 2 prime years of life in the service of this nation that so many so dearly love.
yes, what they did was wrong, but there are very many mitigating factors. young, innocent, impressionable individuals who slurp up every bit of shit coming their way. with this total change of environment, they probably lost their marbles and their bearings. in tekong/ jalan bahar, i dont think you can see the north star. in this new and vastly different environment where they are starting to see how they fit in and try to fit in, it is inevitable that their moral compasses go haywire and all point south.
so when they are disciplined, let it be in the light of rehabilitation, not retribution. these persons involved are no longer juveniles, but let us not forget that they have a long future ahead of them (unless they get knocked down by a car or get scarred so bad by the punishment they kill themselves) and we should also consider the impact it would have on their young lives. let us not forget that while these people have been charged with fighting fires and saving lives, these people are still not of majority and cannot vote. they are too young, and the Laws of the Land find them so.
let us all be enlightened, and stop asking for their blood. even after world war ii, the victors knew better than to punish every single japanese footsoldier for the atrocities he might have committed, because under such immense stress and deprivation of normalcy, the footsoldier is also a victim. similarly, these young men are also victims of a system and the whole new world. let these young men not be sacrificed like frederick white a century before.
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Before I become a public good (12/12)
i enjoy reading the forum in the straits times. because always there are some puerile articles that make you spit hard on them. sometimes there are also articles that make you go, what was tan kin lian doing in his time as ceo? sometimes, some articles make you think hard about things you held true.
in today's copy there is this article about giftedness being something that one can nurture. basically. this parent was talking about how people can spend up to 2000 per subject at p2 to prepare for the gep test at p3, when giftedness is supposedly innate. and then 2000 is a princely sum that many would not be able to afford, so in the end gep ends up helping those already privileged members of society somewhat at the expense of the masses. and then how life is tough and unfair. i think that was implied.
in the first place i think there is an extent to which one can prepare for the gifted test. the test is probably not foolproof and evidently, some fools like myself do get through. of course, i didnt prepare for it, for if i did, i wouldnt have flunked in in p3 and live out the rest of my primary school in anguish, pain and misery.
i remember that day my world collapsed around me.
i still have that computer generated letter, all yellowed, in my possession to remind me that life can give you lemons.
but even if there are people who can train the children for the test rather successfully, i do not think that most people, at least from my batch had such training. in fact, i know for a fact that a respectable number of people never had tuition. and most of them are really brilliant people.
anyway, i dont think it would be unfair if people could get to places in society because they have been afforded an opportunity such as this. i have to agree that 2000 per subject is exhorbitant, but hey, if the method is tried, tested and proven, why not? anyway, nothing in society has ever been completely fair, and it would be foolish to try to make unequal things equal.
meritocracy as i know it is about people with the right skillset getting deserved commensuration. life is a game, and in this game, there are 3 factors- skill, strategy and chance. the right family background falls into chance. so does having the right mentors in life. the confluence of these factors then maketh a person who he is.
in a sense, meritocracy in a capitalist society means promoting and rewarding the party that so contributes the most. in a firm, if you do well, you get rewarded with bonuses and promotions, and if you do badly you get fired. it does not actually matter whether you didnt meet your kpi because you were on a bald patch of hard luck or you caught a flu or some std. of course bosses should be and can be benevolent, but after a number of months, they have to cut off a loss making tumor to prevent it from sapping off the others. in essence, it is about 'glow or go'. in more sophisticated parlance, 'shape up, or ship out'.
life's like that.
nobody would care that you made cold calls every night. nobody cares if you have 20 children, a sickly great great grandmother and Lucky, your pet dog, to feed. in fact it probably should not matter at all. just think about it, if it were your colleagues who have been such uncontributive members, would you not be pissed off that they are leeching off you?
ok back to the topic. the gifted test is about that child at p3 and his performance at that test at p3 and nothing else. it should not be important that his father is a corporal in the army or the ceo of a fortune 500 company. it is all about him and his pencil and eraser and the test booklet.
life has never provided all of humanity with a smooth playing field. and we have to accept it. if someone has the chance of a great family and you dont, be envious, but accept it and move on. i am quite satisfied that the playing field in singapore is generally already fairly equal. no one is prevented from taking the gep test unless he is late for the paper. more than 1/2 hr late, if i did not remember long. they dont have you declare your parent's income taxes before you can take the test. they dont have you declare if you own a dog. they only care about the quality of your answers to the test.
besides that, 2000 is a princely sum, but if we assume the median family income to be 5000, then it is affordable. it is all about prioritizing and wisdom in investing. if one so believes that that investment in the child is worth it, then one has to make sacrifices. with 2000 you can buy yourself 4 boxes of SK-II masks, or you can send your child for tuition. in both cases you take a chance, since your face might also be too shit for improvement in the first place. or you can buy yourself an osim massage chair or go on a tour to europe. and if you really think that your child is worth it, then hello, make some sacrifices?
i know of parents who insist of playing mahjong and inviting friends over even in a month to important examinations of their children. with the huge ruckus, i dont think it would be very conducive for the child to study, even if the child wants to study.
singapore is no sparta. we dont lump all the young men and women together in a gymnasium, strip them and whip them into shape all at the same time. i dont think parents would like that system that gives everyone virtually completely equal opportunities in life. this system is not perfect, but it is generally adequate. instead of thinking about how it is unfair, make some sacrifices for your child. and to think about it, if you cannot provide your child with that equal opportunity, is it because you have not worked hard or smart enough? blame it on chance if you have to, but nothing is going to change, so make the best out of it, i suppose.
and always remember mencius and his mother. if she can move 3 times just so that her son has a conducive environment, what is sacrificing some time doing the chores for one's child or not enjoying SK-II masks for a few months?
in today's copy there is this article about giftedness being something that one can nurture. basically. this parent was talking about how people can spend up to 2000 per subject at p2 to prepare for the gep test at p3, when giftedness is supposedly innate. and then 2000 is a princely sum that many would not be able to afford, so in the end gep ends up helping those already privileged members of society somewhat at the expense of the masses. and then how life is tough and unfair. i think that was implied.
in the first place i think there is an extent to which one can prepare for the gifted test. the test is probably not foolproof and evidently, some fools like myself do get through. of course, i didnt prepare for it, for if i did, i wouldnt have flunked in in p3 and live out the rest of my primary school in anguish, pain and misery.
i remember that day my world collapsed around me.
i still have that computer generated letter, all yellowed, in my possession to remind me that life can give you lemons.
but even if there are people who can train the children for the test rather successfully, i do not think that most people, at least from my batch had such training. in fact, i know for a fact that a respectable number of people never had tuition. and most of them are really brilliant people.
anyway, i dont think it would be unfair if people could get to places in society because they have been afforded an opportunity such as this. i have to agree that 2000 per subject is exhorbitant, but hey, if the method is tried, tested and proven, why not? anyway, nothing in society has ever been completely fair, and it would be foolish to try to make unequal things equal.
meritocracy as i know it is about people with the right skillset getting deserved commensuration. life is a game, and in this game, there are 3 factors- skill, strategy and chance. the right family background falls into chance. so does having the right mentors in life. the confluence of these factors then maketh a person who he is.
in a sense, meritocracy in a capitalist society means promoting and rewarding the party that so contributes the most. in a firm, if you do well, you get rewarded with bonuses and promotions, and if you do badly you get fired. it does not actually matter whether you didnt meet your kpi because you were on a bald patch of hard luck or you caught a flu or some std. of course bosses should be and can be benevolent, but after a number of months, they have to cut off a loss making tumor to prevent it from sapping off the others. in essence, it is about 'glow or go'. in more sophisticated parlance, 'shape up, or ship out'.
life's like that.
nobody would care that you made cold calls every night. nobody cares if you have 20 children, a sickly great great grandmother and Lucky, your pet dog, to feed. in fact it probably should not matter at all. just think about it, if it were your colleagues who have been such uncontributive members, would you not be pissed off that they are leeching off you?
ok back to the topic. the gifted test is about that child at p3 and his performance at that test at p3 and nothing else. it should not be important that his father is a corporal in the army or the ceo of a fortune 500 company. it is all about him and his pencil and eraser and the test booklet.
life has never provided all of humanity with a smooth playing field. and we have to accept it. if someone has the chance of a great family and you dont, be envious, but accept it and move on. i am quite satisfied that the playing field in singapore is generally already fairly equal. no one is prevented from taking the gep test unless he is late for the paper. more than 1/2 hr late, if i did not remember long. they dont have you declare your parent's income taxes before you can take the test. they dont have you declare if you own a dog. they only care about the quality of your answers to the test.
besides that, 2000 is a princely sum, but if we assume the median family income to be 5000, then it is affordable. it is all about prioritizing and wisdom in investing. if one so believes that that investment in the child is worth it, then one has to make sacrifices. with 2000 you can buy yourself 4 boxes of SK-II masks, or you can send your child for tuition. in both cases you take a chance, since your face might also be too shit for improvement in the first place. or you can buy yourself an osim massage chair or go on a tour to europe. and if you really think that your child is worth it, then hello, make some sacrifices?
i know of parents who insist of playing mahjong and inviting friends over even in a month to important examinations of their children. with the huge ruckus, i dont think it would be very conducive for the child to study, even if the child wants to study.
singapore is no sparta. we dont lump all the young men and women together in a gymnasium, strip them and whip them into shape all at the same time. i dont think parents would like that system that gives everyone virtually completely equal opportunities in life. this system is not perfect, but it is generally adequate. instead of thinking about how it is unfair, make some sacrifices for your child. and to think about it, if you cannot provide your child with that equal opportunity, is it because you have not worked hard or smart enough? blame it on chance if you have to, but nothing is going to change, so make the best out of it, i suppose.
and always remember mencius and his mother. if she can move 3 times just so that her son has a conducive environment, what is sacrificing some time doing the chores for one's child or not enjoying SK-II masks for a few months?
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Suck it and beat it
i know aware has been around for umpteen years but i still do not know what it stands for. but it really is not because i am chauvinistic. since i have become really free i went to their website. after navigating around i still do not know what it stands for. but i think W stands for Wo-man. (volunteer to wo-man the phoneline. hurhur) hurhur. probably has A for association or action somewhere.
anyway i came across some beauty redefined campaign. where they are trying to get women to be happy about the body their in, or so i glean. they are encouraging people to widen their definition of beauty and they are pointing to healthy bodies being beautiful bodies. and then at the side of their nauseous pink page there is this ad saying, "$50 can teach a teenage girl how to love her body".
beauty has been and always will be subjective. beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder. different cultures emphasize different attributes and prize different qualities of the female form. i know among orientals, porcelain skin is very highly prized. in surfer-dude paradise, probably healthy tanned skin. but up to a certain point, some biological features are more appreciated than others, because it is inherently the way people have been wired.
it is a biological function, really. in the prehistoric times, you look for a mate with whom you can produce healthy offspring and then fend for them. so women have been wired to look out for well built men to live off, and men have been wired to look out for fertile women to conquer. nice breasts and decently sized hips pointed to child rearing and producing ability, and full, healthy looking lips indicate youthfulness and vitality. of course, some idiots would tell you that this is all cultural. it isnt. and then there are always exceptions. but we know that evolution will weed these exceptions out. and on exceptions, yupp, some people are wired to be attracted to flat chested women for whatever reason, and some people are homosexual.
whatever the reason, the mainstream of society does have beauty defined. so suck it and beat it. if a girl doesnt conform to societal norms on beauty, then it is completely right of her to feel inadequate, because she is inadequate. redefining beauty to make it more inclusive just dilutes the meaning of beauty. it doesnt spread beauty around.
at this point i would like to quote abraham lincoln. "how many legs does a dog have if you call its tail a leg? 4, because calling a tail a leg does not make it a leg."
if you are flat chested, you are flat chested, you know you are flat chested, and everyone who scrutinizes your chest when he or she loses eye contact will know you are flat chested. if you are fat, you are fat, you know you are fat and everyone will know you are fat. if you have thunder thighs, you have thunder thighs.
and saying that flat chestedness, thunder thighs, excessive weight or even excessive skinniness is beautiful wont make them beautiful. because they just are not. at least not to the mainstream of society.
of course i concede that after a certain point, if you cannot do anything about it, just accept it and move on with life. but if you want to be beautiful and youre not, then work for it. go for plastic surgery. use silicon. whatever.
the quest for beauty does not demean women.
come to think of it, parallels can be drawn with redefining beauty and redefining excellence. there are pros, and there are pussies. not everyone is pro. in fact, most are just pussies.
there is no one single definition for a pro either. u can be an academic pro, or u can be a sporting pro. but to a certain point, we acknowledge prowess. there is no niggling doubt that ylq is a pro. 2nd in the world for chem o is just below godliness. if ur a mere mortal, u have the right to pursue excellence and try to match up. i dont see any advocacy groups advocating students to leave and let leave, and psych themselves into thinking they are pros. and at the risk of sounding 1337ist, n0rmal really is not n0rmal. giving everyone A1 for cca doesnt make everyone good at cca. it just cheapens that A1.
really, its quite similar to beauty. in both cases you can choose to pursue excellence or fall along the wayside. of course, only 1 person can be beauty queen, just as only 1 person can be valedictorian.
maybe we should have an advocacy group for pussies like me. they should have a group that seeks to redefine excellence and look for excellence everywhere. The Best Cock-talker. The Best Antcatcher. The Best File Sorter. The Best Window Closer. The Best Tray Clearer. So everyone can be recognized for being Best at something.
Excellence Redefined.
anyway i came across some beauty redefined campaign. where they are trying to get women to be happy about the body their in, or so i glean. they are encouraging people to widen their definition of beauty and they are pointing to healthy bodies being beautiful bodies. and then at the side of their nauseous pink page there is this ad saying, "$50 can teach a teenage girl how to love her body".
beauty has been and always will be subjective. beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder. different cultures emphasize different attributes and prize different qualities of the female form. i know among orientals, porcelain skin is very highly prized. in surfer-dude paradise, probably healthy tanned skin. but up to a certain point, some biological features are more appreciated than others, because it is inherently the way people have been wired.
it is a biological function, really. in the prehistoric times, you look for a mate with whom you can produce healthy offspring and then fend for them. so women have been wired to look out for well built men to live off, and men have been wired to look out for fertile women to conquer. nice breasts and decently sized hips pointed to child rearing and producing ability, and full, healthy looking lips indicate youthfulness and vitality. of course, some idiots would tell you that this is all cultural. it isnt. and then there are always exceptions. but we know that evolution will weed these exceptions out. and on exceptions, yupp, some people are wired to be attracted to flat chested women for whatever reason, and some people are homosexual.
whatever the reason, the mainstream of society does have beauty defined. so suck it and beat it. if a girl doesnt conform to societal norms on beauty, then it is completely right of her to feel inadequate, because she is inadequate. redefining beauty to make it more inclusive just dilutes the meaning of beauty. it doesnt spread beauty around.
at this point i would like to quote abraham lincoln. "how many legs does a dog have if you call its tail a leg? 4, because calling a tail a leg does not make it a leg."
if you are flat chested, you are flat chested, you know you are flat chested, and everyone who scrutinizes your chest when he or she loses eye contact will know you are flat chested. if you are fat, you are fat, you know you are fat and everyone will know you are fat. if you have thunder thighs, you have thunder thighs.
and saying that flat chestedness, thunder thighs, excessive weight or even excessive skinniness is beautiful wont make them beautiful. because they just are not. at least not to the mainstream of society.
of course i concede that after a certain point, if you cannot do anything about it, just accept it and move on with life. but if you want to be beautiful and youre not, then work for it. go for plastic surgery. use silicon. whatever.
the quest for beauty does not demean women.
come to think of it, parallels can be drawn with redefining beauty and redefining excellence. there are pros, and there are pussies. not everyone is pro. in fact, most are just pussies.
there is no one single definition for a pro either. u can be an academic pro, or u can be a sporting pro. but to a certain point, we acknowledge prowess. there is no niggling doubt that ylq is a pro. 2nd in the world for chem o is just below godliness. if ur a mere mortal, u have the right to pursue excellence and try to match up. i dont see any advocacy groups advocating students to leave and let leave, and psych themselves into thinking they are pros. and at the risk of sounding 1337ist, n0rmal really is not n0rmal. giving everyone A1 for cca doesnt make everyone good at cca. it just cheapens that A1.
really, its quite similar to beauty. in both cases you can choose to pursue excellence or fall along the wayside. of course, only 1 person can be beauty queen, just as only 1 person can be valedictorian.
maybe we should have an advocacy group for pussies like me. they should have a group that seeks to redefine excellence and look for excellence everywhere. The Best Cock-talker. The Best Antcatcher. The Best File Sorter. The Best Window Closer. The Best Tray Clearer. So everyone can be recognized for being Best at something.
Excellence Redefined.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
The Jumping Club
Target: For all persons without straight As for A Levels.
Purpose: Because everyone is equal in death. Whether you get 1A or 4As you will still bleed or concuss and you will still die.
Activities:
For Kinematics Addicts, take off from Block A, Level 7. subject yourself to the power of gravitational force and then try to find out whether you can reach terminal velocity before you slam into the ground and your brain turns to mush.
For Electricity Addicts, insert skewers into live and neutral at the mains and then hold the skewers to your chest. and then die ala ted bundy in the ted bundy movie video. not advised, cos it would probably be too messy.
For Chemistry Addicts, seal a classroom and then try to produce as much CO as possible and inhale deeply. apparently, burning damp charcoal produces lots of CO. inhale deeply so the CO will complex with the iron in the haem group and become irreversibly bonded so you will lack carriers for oxygen and die.
For History Buffs, relive the spanish inquisition as the Club makes an iron maiden out of made in china knives. the knives will be sharp so they cause fatal wounds, but blunt enough so that you dont die right away. feel the spasms of pain waft through a few seconds before dying.
For lovers of Le Republique et Liberte, Egalite et Fraternite, theres always the guillotine. and then for stoners, there is stoning. for orgasm addicts, there's always some wayy...
Theres always some way to satisfy your craving for life after life. it is called the jumping club, but hey, members do more than jump. just like the cricket club does more than play cricket.
Note: Please write your epitaph and last will and testament before joining. no one will be there to take your last words, because, seriously, if you are loser enough to join, your last words probably aren't all too important.
Purpose: Because everyone is equal in death. Whether you get 1A or 4As you will still bleed or concuss and you will still die.
Activities:
For Kinematics Addicts, take off from Block A, Level 7. subject yourself to the power of gravitational force and then try to find out whether you can reach terminal velocity before you slam into the ground and your brain turns to mush.
For Electricity Addicts, insert skewers into live and neutral at the mains and then hold the skewers to your chest. and then die ala ted bundy in the ted bundy movie video. not advised, cos it would probably be too messy.
For Chemistry Addicts, seal a classroom and then try to produce as much CO as possible and inhale deeply. apparently, burning damp charcoal produces lots of CO. inhale deeply so the CO will complex with the iron in the haem group and become irreversibly bonded so you will lack carriers for oxygen and die.
For History Buffs, relive the spanish inquisition as the Club makes an iron maiden out of made in china knives. the knives will be sharp so they cause fatal wounds, but blunt enough so that you dont die right away. feel the spasms of pain waft through a few seconds before dying.
For lovers of Le Republique et Liberte, Egalite et Fraternite, theres always the guillotine. and then for stoners, there is stoning. for orgasm addicts, there's always some wayy...
Theres always some way to satisfy your craving for life after life. it is called the jumping club, but hey, members do more than jump. just like the cricket club does more than play cricket.
Note: Please write your epitaph and last will and testament before joining. no one will be there to take your last words, because, seriously, if you are loser enough to join, your last words probably aren't all too important.
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Fiscal Policy and Government Intervention
1. Fiscal Policy
the use of government spending or reduction in taxation to stimulate economic activity to the desired level. in times of recession, an expansionary fiscal policy is used, where G is increased and T is decreased.
how G is increased in singapore.
money goes to the armed forces. some get earmarked to the air force. then some of it gets earmarked for airforcecareer promotion. and then the money is used to buy a cardboard box, have some words inked on it. then inside the box, stick 3 bottles of new moon essence of chicken, and cover each bottle with some sticker so that new moon actually appears only on the bottlecap. and then employ someone to drive a van around to distribute the box inside a nice paper bag which says 'i am the wind'.
the multiplier effect kicks in. in part 1, the cardboard box makers get more money, so they spend this increase in income on durians. then the durian sellers spend it on alcohol, and then it goes on and on and trickles out. in part 2, more chickens get murdered and more bottles are made. represents a negligible increase in autonomous spending since chickens dont cost much. in part 3, the deliveryman gets more pay, probably goes and gets himself some new moon essence of chicken. and then the cycle continues until the multiplier tapers out.
government spending in essence of chicken and 2 pathetic navy batteries (btw my batteries has the navy woman stuck poorly she juts out) will cause an autonomous increase in AE=C+I+G+X-M. this autonomous increase stimulates a more than proportionate increase in NY. although some say singapore's multiplier is <1.
2. Government Intervention
Negative externalities occur when a third party is affected by an action for which the third party neither receives nor pays any compensation. the usage of roads causes the externality of pollution. the individual only considers his cost, which is time and fuel, and does not consider that he/she is polluting the environment.
solution: draw buslanes all over. so on busy stretches like upp bt timah road, 3 lanes become only 2 lanes. then the jam that stretches for about 200m now stretches to almost 300m. and then the buslane is empty and you still see 2 67s coming in a row, and then the rest of the buslane is pretty empty. no one enters the buslane, because no one wants to get fined or have demerit points.
buslanes are a good solution. buslanes help internalize the external cost. the external cost of pollution is internalized as time! how cool! previously, in the soviet cashless system, people pay up their surplus by queuing in line. buslanes are taking a leaf out of that book. instead of having the western capitalist take, that we can internalize the cost of time and charging it in monetary terms, here we assume time is the internal cost. so if people spend more time, less people will be willing to travel that stretch of the road, so there is less pollution, so the trees in macritchie will be healthier.
i think coase should come to singapore. then he can learn more about transaction costs and whether time can actually be considered part of the cost of negotiations. cool man.
the use of government spending or reduction in taxation to stimulate economic activity to the desired level. in times of recession, an expansionary fiscal policy is used, where G is increased and T is decreased.
how G is increased in singapore.
money goes to the armed forces. some get earmarked to the air force. then some of it gets earmarked for airforcecareer promotion. and then the money is used to buy a cardboard box, have some words inked on it. then inside the box, stick 3 bottles of new moon essence of chicken, and cover each bottle with some sticker so that new moon actually appears only on the bottlecap. and then employ someone to drive a van around to distribute the box inside a nice paper bag which says 'i am the wind'.
the multiplier effect kicks in. in part 1, the cardboard box makers get more money, so they spend this increase in income on durians. then the durian sellers spend it on alcohol, and then it goes on and on and trickles out. in part 2, more chickens get murdered and more bottles are made. represents a negligible increase in autonomous spending since chickens dont cost much. in part 3, the deliveryman gets more pay, probably goes and gets himself some new moon essence of chicken. and then the cycle continues until the multiplier tapers out.
government spending in essence of chicken and 2 pathetic navy batteries (btw my batteries has the navy woman stuck poorly she juts out) will cause an autonomous increase in AE=C+I+G+X-M. this autonomous increase stimulates a more than proportionate increase in NY. although some say singapore's multiplier is <1.
2. Government Intervention
Negative externalities occur when a third party is affected by an action for which the third party neither receives nor pays any compensation. the usage of roads causes the externality of pollution. the individual only considers his cost, which is time and fuel, and does not consider that he/she is polluting the environment.
solution: draw buslanes all over. so on busy stretches like upp bt timah road, 3 lanes become only 2 lanes. then the jam that stretches for about 200m now stretches to almost 300m. and then the buslane is empty and you still see 2 67s coming in a row, and then the rest of the buslane is pretty empty. no one enters the buslane, because no one wants to get fined or have demerit points.
buslanes are a good solution. buslanes help internalize the external cost. the external cost of pollution is internalized as time! how cool! previously, in the soviet cashless system, people pay up their surplus by queuing in line. buslanes are taking a leaf out of that book. instead of having the western capitalist take, that we can internalize the cost of time and charging it in monetary terms, here we assume time is the internal cost. so if people spend more time, less people will be willing to travel that stretch of the road, so there is less pollution, so the trees in macritchie will be healthier.
i think coase should come to singapore. then he can learn more about transaction costs and whether time can actually be considered part of the cost of negotiations. cool man.
Friday, November 14, 2008
Read My Lips: No More Chemistry
One Score and five months ago, there abouts, we decided on a combination that would seal our fates for the next 2 years of our lives. and then it lingers on for a little while, through the scholarship interviews and the university interviews. and then its impact more or less completely fades away.
One Score and five months ago, was a don tan, in a classroom on the 7th floor of raja block. it was a much younger don, a much happier, a more confident, a more personable, don. and there he was after the lessons had ended, filling in his subject combination. Math and Economics went down first. cock sure, he was, about doing them. and then under the influence of his most honorable and talented friends, ticks appeared beside H2 Physics and H2 Chemistry.
that was a masochistic decision. as i inked the ticks i knew i was giving my life up to torture. chemistry was a bane to me, even when ocj was a good chem teacher. yea, we had teachers then. but i was from 4p, and at that point in time i felt almost indomitable. life was pleasurable, even if chem was wasnot. my results werent spectacular, but hey, with a 4.0 in chem, i thought, how bad could i be?
i was real bad at chem. for 2 years, i toiled at chem, got whipped by it, got spat on by it. chemistry rammed me through the door; chemistry bashed me through the floor. my experience with chemistry was like rubbing myself with sandpaper all over, and then dousing salt all over. only worse. when the exams came, it was like stuffing a satay stick up my dick and twisting it round and round until the canal bled like it was menstruating.
getting a B, after a B, after a B, after a B, and also getting a C was like getting dunked in a pool of shit and then having your head forced under, so you are asphyxiating in the pool of shit. of course, there are others like you in that foul mess, but then there are others who soar above and laugh at you and spit on you. some whip out their manhoods and piss all over you.
that was how the 2 years have passed. 2 years of life i would have rather not led. to complicate matters, prcs are drawn to pcme like pigs drawn to swill. so i was stuck in a class full of prcs. of course there are nice prcs. but as we all know, they are few and far between. (at this point i would like to point to a review in the Straits Times, within which some comment invariably links china with fakery and fakery with china. for a country with such a conservative and relatively mild or isit gutless media, i am quite surprised.)
so i was in a cesspool getting pissed on and then i hear pots and pans falling around me all day. "ching chong ching chong" was really an anthem for a doomed don.
anyway let's not digress. some say a levels is free frag. as they always say, "there's always the bell curve." well it wasnt free frag for me. i got raped by p3, p2, p1. real hard. p3 was tough. i made so damned many careless mistakes. p2 was foamy cos i thought RT= room temp.and then today, i got 5 wrong.
which is shit. i am not going to assume false modesty. i want to get an a for chem. i dont want to lead a life full of fun and danger. i want to lead a good life. and a nice cert is a ticket to the life worth living.
but chem was pure rape. i am seriously hoping that the rest get fked more than i got fked. yea, this is asinine, but this is be the best that i can muster from a person who is mostly already dead.
baahhh..
anyways, on the bright side, chemistry has become a figment of my past, has stopped being part of my present, and will not be part of my future. except for a stretch in mar next year.
and no, please, i dont want to end up in 09/10s06t.
One Score and five months ago, was a don tan, in a classroom on the 7th floor of raja block. it was a much younger don, a much happier, a more confident, a more personable, don. and there he was after the lessons had ended, filling in his subject combination. Math and Economics went down first. cock sure, he was, about doing them. and then under the influence of his most honorable and talented friends, ticks appeared beside H2 Physics and H2 Chemistry.
that was a masochistic decision. as i inked the ticks i knew i was giving my life up to torture. chemistry was a bane to me, even when ocj was a good chem teacher. yea, we had teachers then. but i was from 4p, and at that point in time i felt almost indomitable. life was pleasurable, even if chem was wasnot. my results werent spectacular, but hey, with a 4.0 in chem, i thought, how bad could i be?
i was real bad at chem. for 2 years, i toiled at chem, got whipped by it, got spat on by it. chemistry rammed me through the door; chemistry bashed me through the floor. my experience with chemistry was like rubbing myself with sandpaper all over, and then dousing salt all over. only worse. when the exams came, it was like stuffing a satay stick up my dick and twisting it round and round until the canal bled like it was menstruating.
getting a B, after a B, after a B, after a B, and also getting a C was like getting dunked in a pool of shit and then having your head forced under, so you are asphyxiating in the pool of shit. of course, there are others like you in that foul mess, but then there are others who soar above and laugh at you and spit on you. some whip out their manhoods and piss all over you.
that was how the 2 years have passed. 2 years of life i would have rather not led. to complicate matters, prcs are drawn to pcme like pigs drawn to swill. so i was stuck in a class full of prcs. of course there are nice prcs. but as we all know, they are few and far between. (at this point i would like to point to a review in the Straits Times, within which some comment invariably links china with fakery and fakery with china. for a country with such a conservative and relatively mild or isit gutless media, i am quite surprised.)
so i was in a cesspool getting pissed on and then i hear pots and pans falling around me all day. "ching chong ching chong" was really an anthem for a doomed don.
anyway let's not digress. some say a levels is free frag. as they always say, "there's always the bell curve." well it wasnt free frag for me. i got raped by p3, p2, p1. real hard. p3 was tough. i made so damned many careless mistakes. p2 was foamy cos i thought RT= room temp.and then today, i got 5 wrong.
which is shit. i am not going to assume false modesty. i want to get an a for chem. i dont want to lead a life full of fun and danger. i want to lead a good life. and a nice cert is a ticket to the life worth living.
but chem was pure rape. i am seriously hoping that the rest get fked more than i got fked. yea, this is asinine, but this is be the best that i can muster from a person who is mostly already dead.
baahhh..
anyways, on the bright side, chemistry has become a figment of my past, has stopped being part of my present, and will not be part of my future. except for a stretch in mar next year.
and no, please, i dont want to end up in 09/10s06t.
Saturday, November 8, 2008
a waste of time
"Stranger, If you passing meet me and desire to talk to me,
Why should you not speak to me?
And why should I not speak to you?"
I was supposed to read my Econs notes in the library. But after a few minutes' interaction with price elasticity of demand and monopolies, I was sick of it and found it extremely unflattering. So I turned to the well-packed bookshelves, after all, what on them are the end of the existence of library itself, the air-con, the carpetted floor, the confy sofa are just the means to the end, maybe, I wondered.
After ten minutes, I set myself in the sofa, with my "welcoming" Econs notes beside my feet and four books in my hand.
I opened the first one. It was named "Is this the end to Harry Potter?" Judge me, but believe it or not, Harry Potter was and will be my favourite collection and first English book that I have ever read. The book was cute, but not smart. The author was definitely a hardcore HP fan as me. But the difference between us is that I would not write a book with a 13-page chapter dedicated to interpret the meaning behind each character's name in the Harry Potter series.
The second book was "The beauty of infinity" or something like that. It was a book about math published by oxford. I remembered seeing the name on the Cambridge Mathematics Department's reading list. I was actually supposed to have read it before my interview, but no harm read it now as well. I only got to one third of the first chapter before I threw it onto the floor, joining my lonely Econs notes. It was rather a history book. Here is a summary of that 20+ pages that I read: the introduction of zero into number was a pure coincident when people invented 10, a double digit number that 1 larger that 9; since 0 can exist here, then there must be a number 0, and it should denote emptiness; when one divides something by 0, one gets infinity. Then the whole bunch of intricate theorems comes out, GOSH!
The quote at the start of the post comes from the third book I read. Though I could not remember the name of the book, it was something like "How to read a poem". Anyway, I always think that a deliberate effort to interpret a poem is like using a brush to paint over a great art piece. All you are doing is just adding what you think that the author must be thinking into the poem. Ruin! The book further acknowledged my stand by using long prose and reckless attempts to "explain" poems to laymen like me. In vein, the author of the book only did one thing well, to provide the original poem before she butchers them with her "fabulous" vocabularies.
I could not get to the fourth book as I realized how much time I had spent on reading these "junk" 2 days before the most important examination so far in my life. So I put Shakespeare's "Hamlet" together with the other three books on the floor and picked up my beloved Econs notes and rejoined those oligopolistic firms in judging themselves of exploiting the society and causing inequality by means of excessive non-price competition and potential collusion.
Now I realized that I have once again wasted my time writing this post instead of nourishing my brain with the fruits of Adam Smith, J. M. Keynes and Milton Friedman. Before I end, just want to share a poem that I loved in that third book I mentioned. Pay attention to the last few lines, don't try to interpret, feel it.
"The night is darkening round me,
The wild winds coldly blow,
But a tyrant spell has bound me
And I cannot, cannot go.
The giant trees are bending
Their bare boughs weighed with snow,
And the storm is fast descending,
And yet I cannot go.
Clouds beyond clouds above me,
Wastes beyond wastes below;
But nothing drear can move me,
I will not, cannot go."
All the best every one! Cheers!
Why should you not speak to me?
And why should I not speak to you?"
I was supposed to read my Econs notes in the library. But after a few minutes' interaction with price elasticity of demand and monopolies, I was sick of it and found it extremely unflattering. So I turned to the well-packed bookshelves, after all, what on them are the end of the existence of library itself, the air-con, the carpetted floor, the confy sofa are just the means to the end, maybe, I wondered.
After ten minutes, I set myself in the sofa, with my "welcoming" Econs notes beside my feet and four books in my hand.
I opened the first one. It was named "Is this the end to Harry Potter?" Judge me, but believe it or not, Harry Potter was and will be my favourite collection and first English book that I have ever read. The book was cute, but not smart. The author was definitely a hardcore HP fan as me. But the difference between us is that I would not write a book with a 13-page chapter dedicated to interpret the meaning behind each character's name in the Harry Potter series.
The second book was "The beauty of infinity" or something like that. It was a book about math published by oxford. I remembered seeing the name on the Cambridge Mathematics Department's reading list. I was actually supposed to have read it before my interview, but no harm read it now as well. I only got to one third of the first chapter before I threw it onto the floor, joining my lonely Econs notes. It was rather a history book. Here is a summary of that 20+ pages that I read: the introduction of zero into number was a pure coincident when people invented 10, a double digit number that 1 larger that 9; since 0 can exist here, then there must be a number 0, and it should denote emptiness; when one divides something by 0, one gets infinity. Then the whole bunch of intricate theorems comes out, GOSH!
The quote at the start of the post comes from the third book I read. Though I could not remember the name of the book, it was something like "How to read a poem". Anyway, I always think that a deliberate effort to interpret a poem is like using a brush to paint over a great art piece. All you are doing is just adding what you think that the author must be thinking into the poem. Ruin! The book further acknowledged my stand by using long prose and reckless attempts to "explain" poems to laymen like me. In vein, the author of the book only did one thing well, to provide the original poem before she butchers them with her "fabulous" vocabularies.
I could not get to the fourth book as I realized how much time I had spent on reading these "junk" 2 days before the most important examination so far in my life. So I put Shakespeare's "Hamlet" together with the other three books on the floor and picked up my beloved Econs notes and rejoined those oligopolistic firms in judging themselves of exploiting the society and causing inequality by means of excessive non-price competition and potential collusion.
Now I realized that I have once again wasted my time writing this post instead of nourishing my brain with the fruits of Adam Smith, J. M. Keynes and Milton Friedman. Before I end, just want to share a poem that I loved in that third book I mentioned. Pay attention to the last few lines, don't try to interpret, feel it.
"The night is darkening round me,
The wild winds coldly blow,
But a tyrant spell has bound me
And I cannot, cannot go.
The giant trees are bending
Their bare boughs weighed with snow,
And the storm is fast descending,
And yet I cannot go.
Clouds beyond clouds above me,
Wastes beyond wastes below;
But nothing drear can move me,
I will not, cannot go."
All the best every one! Cheers!
I do not see the basics! I'm upset!!!
i just dont know how to do econs. but im trying real hard, and i hope the effort pays off.
died for chem real bad, foamed the whole of question 2. surely got explanations wont get fullmarks. died for physics to some extent. hopefully math can get a.
died for chem real bad, foamed the whole of question 2. surely got explanations wont get fullmarks. died for physics to some extent. hopefully math can get a.
Thursday, November 6, 2008
chemistry is a really depressing subject
today's chemistry paper 3 was a really simple paper. a free frag paper, but i botched it really badly. i foamed for both elucidation questions. and then my ratio was totally out. and the best part was when i used Na instead of H for the cathode reaction. that was the bomb. so basically of 80 marks i have cut myself off of 15, and now all that i hope for is that the rest of singapore didnt find this paper damn simple, or else i will be looking at a B, or worse, a C for chem.
i felt really horrible after the paper today. in recent memory, it ranks 2nd only to the afternoon after my mas psycho test. i remember that day i saw my future flash before me, and then disappear, all i saw was empty space. or is it some blackhole so dense nothing can escape from it.
today somehow it became clearer. first it appeared as a kaleidoscope, like hirst's swirls. and then the image sharpened. and then i see fass. nusfass. with today's chem paper i have moved myself down the bell curve and towards a spot in fass. no, not in the respectable faculties of nus, but in fass. the fass that lenny the potential safos has been spitting on.
maybe i didnt study hard enough. i studied more for chem than any other subject, but just as sodium has little affinity for electrons i have little affinity for chem. my being doesnt get stimulated by reflux. or anything vaguely related to chem.
anyway it must be obama's fault. i spent a good portion of my time yesterday following the results. like most of america, i was captivated by this black man. i was captivated by the american dream and the hopes of the founding fathers. i was convinced of the beauty of a government of the people, by the people, for the people, and i was heartened by the fact that that was a night for change we can believe in.
just that i was in singapore studying for my a levels, and whether i actually prefer mccain has no bearing on anything. i should have pored over george chong instead of immersing myself in his colorful rhetoric and references to washington and the founding fathers.
i really am damn screwed for chem now. now my streak for a levels looks tough. i really need to hard rape the other chem papers, or else seriously im going to foam real hard come april 09.
life is really a long, hard and bitter struggle for a pussy like me.
i felt really horrible after the paper today. in recent memory, it ranks 2nd only to the afternoon after my mas psycho test. i remember that day i saw my future flash before me, and then disappear, all i saw was empty space. or is it some blackhole so dense nothing can escape from it.
today somehow it became clearer. first it appeared as a kaleidoscope, like hirst's swirls. and then the image sharpened. and then i see fass. nusfass. with today's chem paper i have moved myself down the bell curve and towards a spot in fass. no, not in the respectable faculties of nus, but in fass. the fass that lenny the potential safos has been spitting on.
maybe i didnt study hard enough. i studied more for chem than any other subject, but just as sodium has little affinity for electrons i have little affinity for chem. my being doesnt get stimulated by reflux. or anything vaguely related to chem.
anyway it must be obama's fault. i spent a good portion of my time yesterday following the results. like most of america, i was captivated by this black man. i was captivated by the american dream and the hopes of the founding fathers. i was convinced of the beauty of a government of the people, by the people, for the people, and i was heartened by the fact that that was a night for change we can believe in.
just that i was in singapore studying for my a levels, and whether i actually prefer mccain has no bearing on anything. i should have pored over george chong instead of immersing myself in his colorful rhetoric and references to washington and the founding fathers.
i really am damn screwed for chem now. now my streak for a levels looks tough. i really need to hard rape the other chem papers, or else seriously im going to foam real hard come april 09.
life is really a long, hard and bitter struggle for a pussy like me.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
anglophilia
who's the best statesman in the world? winston spencer churchill
who's the best economist in the world? cant decide between adam smith and john maynard keynes
what's the best band? the beatles
who's the best writer? eric arthur blair
who's the best soldier? montgomery
who's the best detective? ... 007, licence to kill
what's the best car? rolls royce phantom
there's a place in a foreign field, that will be forever england...
God Save the Queen.
who's the best economist in the world? cant decide between adam smith and john maynard keynes
what's the best band? the beatles
who's the best writer? eric arthur blair
who's the best soldier? montgomery
who's the best detective? ... 007, licence to kill
what's the best car? rolls royce phantom
there's a place in a foreign field, that will be forever england...
God Save the Queen.
Saturday, November 1, 2008
Be Resolute
next week and the week after is what makes memories and what which makes real men. so we shall all go forth and rape, or get raped. of course, all of you can go get raped for all i care. i just dont want to get raped. but already i find math tough and i cannot remember a sliver of definitions.
gaah.
gaah.
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