Now, colleges should really go easy on the assignments because I have UNDENIABLE proof that they are bad for health. The other day I exploded in a swearing fit at 3.30 am because I just received a very very very overdue assignment from this total waste of human cells I somehow fell into an assignment group with, and guess what? That assignment is the biggest piece of crap I've ever seen since my Deepavali curry-induced disaster last year, and to top it off he didn't even bother to spell his 'you's, replacing them with the letter 'u' instead.
If I wasn't so tired from staying up the whole night cleaning up the shit from 3 totally incompetant assholes who by the grace of God passed their engineering diploma, I'd give that guy a beating of a lifetime the very next day, I swear. See what I mean about assignments being bad for health?
That being said, I have a presentation, two assignments, and one simulation report due this week. A butt-shaped crevice is slowly forming on the seat of my chair, and I have a reason to believe my body heat is slowly incubating some sort of lifeform in there. I'm having my fingers crossed that they develop enough intelligence to do my assignments before the semester ends in exchange for board on my um...butt-formed crevice.
Okay. I am going nuts.
I'm finally watching The Dark Knight at iMAX this Wednesday! Hah. Soon I can join you legions of snobby bloggers who kept gushing about how good and handsome and cool and awesome and scary and quotable and remarkable Batman and Joker is. Personally I don't see how sexy Batman could be sans rubber nipples on his suit, but oh well we'll find out this Wednesday :)
One more thing. You know how Starbucks is one helluva conglomerate right? How they paid South American peasants peanuts to break their backs reaping their fancy coffee beans, how they put many innocent small time coffee shops out of business, how they ruined lives by keeping people addicted to their overpriced coffee, I mean, the sins of that damn company!! (note that the facts stated may or may not be baseless, though they most likely are)
Hence, in the spirit of vigilante justice, I swiped a venti coffee mug of theirs. I now serenely sip my daily dose of green tea from it every morning, which I have to admit looks and feels a lot classier than drinking it from my steel mug. Steal a mug today, people! They are an evil conglomerate after all, your karmic damage won't be as bad.
Gee, what a random post. Back to work.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Saturday, July 26, 2008
the geek speaks
Well, well. It’s been awhile since my last public post.
Things have changed permanently, and after failed attempts of denial despite it being greased with liver-wrecking amounts of beer and liquor accompanied with a mentally unhealthy dose of brash actions and unbridled emotions, I’ve given up trying to revert things to the way they were and decided to live for myself. On the first day of this year my one and only resolution is to make this the best year yet, and I distinctly remember the bitter irony of it all when the first quarter of 2008 turned out to be my worst. Still, looking at the bright side, I could now boast of having had actual insomnia, or having gone on a chain-smoking rampage. I mean, those are PRACTICALLY stepping stones to adulthood.
However, I think that I am finally getting around to fulfilling my 2008 resolution XD. Now, if I could only make my assignments disappear…
Did I mention that I finally grew the balls to stuff my eyes with contact lenses? I’m all talk and no action about ditching the glasses for the past few years, and I probably still would have been if not because of some seriously eager salesperson at an Optical 88 store in Times Square who dumped samples in my lap the moment I inquired about the prices. Before I knew it he was adjusting my glasses, wiping them and replacing the nose pads WHILE poking bits of hydrogel into the eyeballs of a very apprehensive me.
Talk about excellent customer service. I ended up buying RM110 worth of products on the very spot. =.=
But okay lah I’ve grown accustomed to them now despite the occasional irritation. Funny thing is after I start wearing contacts regularly, people kept on commenting on how similar I look to a Yang Zhong Wei who is supposedly some Taiwanese singer. While most people would be flattered to be compared to a celebrity, I am starting to take it as an insult because I find him butt ugly -____-“. And I don’t think I bloody look like him at all!! Would you go and Google image him and see for yourself? How come I always get the crappy lookalikes? I mean, the last time I was compared to a famous person it had to be that nutty Korean guy who went on a killing spree in an American college a few years ago wtf. Why can’t you compare me to Koo Tin Lok? Or Lee Hom. Or Takeshi.
…oh God I am vain.
Oh, and I love being a gym coach because I am paid to do something I enjoy. You know, if it wasn’t because of the filthy riches and the status offered by the engineering profession I would probably give it the finger and become a personal trainer instead. And no, it does not have anything to do with sweating girls in gym clothes (which, COINCIDENTALLY, is in abundance at the class that I teach).
Besides, I just found out one of my female students is a bisexual. o.0 During break we would actually sit in a corner and discreetly check out the girls of the class together, and I swear to God she is even more meticulous than me when it comes to it. Checking out chicks with a chick. I knew there was a higher calling the day I signed up.
Things have changed permanently, and after failed attempts of denial despite it being greased with liver-wrecking amounts of beer and liquor accompanied with a mentally unhealthy dose of brash actions and unbridled emotions, I’ve given up trying to revert things to the way they were and decided to live for myself. On the first day of this year my one and only resolution is to make this the best year yet, and I distinctly remember the bitter irony of it all when the first quarter of 2008 turned out to be my worst. Still, looking at the bright side, I could now boast of having had actual insomnia, or having gone on a chain-smoking rampage. I mean, those are PRACTICALLY stepping stones to adulthood.
However, I think that I am finally getting around to fulfilling my 2008 resolution XD. Now, if I could only make my assignments disappear…
Did I mention that I finally grew the balls to stuff my eyes with contact lenses? I’m all talk and no action about ditching the glasses for the past few years, and I probably still would have been if not because of some seriously eager salesperson at an Optical 88 store in Times Square who dumped samples in my lap the moment I inquired about the prices. Before I knew it he was adjusting my glasses, wiping them and replacing the nose pads WHILE poking bits of hydrogel into the eyeballs of a very apprehensive me.
Talk about excellent customer service. I ended up buying RM110 worth of products on the very spot. =.=
But okay lah I’ve grown accustomed to them now despite the occasional irritation. Funny thing is after I start wearing contacts regularly, people kept on commenting on how similar I look to a Yang Zhong Wei who is supposedly some Taiwanese singer. While most people would be flattered to be compared to a celebrity, I am starting to take it as an insult because I find him butt ugly -____-“. And I don’t think I bloody look like him at all!! Would you go and Google image him and see for yourself? How come I always get the crappy lookalikes? I mean, the last time I was compared to a famous person it had to be that nutty Korean guy who went on a killing spree in an American college a few years ago wtf. Why can’t you compare me to Koo Tin Lok? Or Lee Hom. Or Takeshi.
…oh God I am vain.
Oh, and I love being a gym coach because I am paid to do something I enjoy. You know, if it wasn’t because of the filthy riches and the status offered by the engineering profession I would probably give it the finger and become a personal trainer instead. And no, it does not have anything to do with sweating girls in gym clothes (which, COINCIDENTALLY, is in abundance at the class that I teach).
Besides, I just found out one of my female students is a bisexual. o.0 During break we would actually sit in a corner and discreetly check out the girls of the class together, and I swear to God she is even more meticulous than me when it comes to it. Checking out chicks with a chick. I knew there was a higher calling the day I signed up.
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