Brotherly love

Image from CrunchGears

Facebook is an interesting application. It contains a list of your friends, their friends, their uncles, half cousins and anyone whose face is vaguely familiar. I do actually check it once in awhile and you can get pleasantly surprised by familiar faces that you see. I caught sight of one such face with Brother Michael Broughton, former teacher, Vice-Principal of my secondary school, and all round good guy. His love knows no bounds of physical or time constraints, he has more than a thousand friends on facebook. Also, upon our entering into the school family, he was kind enough to instruct the entire cohort on how exactly to bathe ourselves. In the communal shower that followed right after, there were afew people who took it upon themselves to correct others about where they were going wrong in their showering technique. I have always maintained that this was quite unnecessary.

I have gotten on his cross side before though. Brother Michael once caught me drinking water during the morning prayer and hauled me up to ask why. I said i had prayed for water and got quite a earful. I explained right after that i just wasn't thinking at the time and this managed to avert death as he was really nice about it. I think i owe him one. Which is why i would like to draw attention to the fact that he is being abused. There is a game called 'Elven Blood' in facebook apparently. Call me crazy but i don't think he plays.

"Gabriel Goh dueled Michael Broughton in Elven Blood.

Gabriel Goh attacked for 293 damages.

Michael Broughton attacked for 0 damages.

Gabriel Goh won the duel and gained 10g and 3 exp!"

Being the jolly, magnanimous and non-violent brotherly person that he is, Brother Michael Broughton is a passive victim in this. I don't know this Gabriel Goh. Seems like a devious and cunning guy. But to anyone who actually plays this game, please unleash a heaping load of retribution on him.

Now on to more serious news,

You know you haven't been the nicest person to work with when your colleagues...kill you...

"TOKYO (Reuters) – A 60-year-old man who was thrown into the air in celebration at his retirement party died after his colleagues failed to catch him and he fell to the floor."

And someone bail this guy out, this just takes guts. Hydrogen sulphide filled guts.

'A West Virginia man who police said passed gas and fanned it toward a patrolman has been charged with battery on a police officer. "The gas was very odorous and created contact of an insulting or provoking nature with Patrolman Parsons," the complaint alleged. '

Yes, if only it was one of those courtesy farts that was fragrantly pleasant and created contact of a pleasing nature he might have been let off.

(There have been less posts but there has also been more alcohol. I've had my fill though and ill be writing more soon enough before my brain decides its had enough and leaves me for another man.)

Not so concrete jungle

Image from Wikipedia. You didnt think i could be arsed to take it myself did you?

This is sengkang. 'But its just a section Vignesh, Sengkang is a big place!' an annoyingly observant person might object. Yes it is. And it isn't. Multiply this photo a hundred times and you've got the entirety of Sengkang. Its just..more of the same. Its the holidays and i get people over to my house. Its easier that way, i dont really have to move. Unfortunately, just about everyone gets lost on the way.

'Give me a landmark Vig, is there a field beside your house?' Yes. Problem is half of sengkang is composed of open fields, theres a field beside every damn house. If you tell me you see a field, this comes as no surprise to me. I would gladly give you a landmark, like maybe a large sign that says sengkang, but wait, that's everywhere too. There are different sections of sengkang. They can't have different coloured sections though, because apparently you can quickly run out of the nearly innumerable combinations of colour. The same colour schemes tend to be repeated. Alot.

I like my house though. Its just near enough to the forest to appreciate its beauty and just far enough so i dont experience its horrible effects. Save the forests please, just keep the fuckin animals away from my house. I will observe them safely. From afar. Unless its one of those damn spitting snakes, in which case im running away with haste. Some have been known to spit up to several metres. What the hell does it need that for anyway, it eats eggs and small critters. Its like it developed this ability just to annoy observers of the natural world. David Attenborough might have been the selection pressure for this adaptation. 'That bloody voyeur's here again, tomorrow night hun.' 'Aw wait a sec.. try..spitting at him..'

But Sengkang can be a nice place. Serene, pristine, with a beautiful skyline. Id spend every evening watching the sunset, at times majestic and awe inducing, at others pensive and ruminative. Theyve built a condo in front of the sun now. My nice view of the forest now comes from holding up my hands to my eyes to block the buildings on either side. There's something tragic to be said about that i'm sure. For now it just pisses me off.

I should be glad though, when i get out of the house now i can actually see a person or two in the distance. Several years back i was convinced the danger of being kidnapped was real. Of course it might have been that shady guy that i kept seeing whenever i came back from school, but id like to think he had nobler intentions of admiration and awe. And besides i was skilled in the art of Tae Kwan Do at the time. I had my protection.

And my fair shair of humiliation.. I got to a junior black belt when i was a kid. But i lost badly to a girl along the way. Wasn't my fault though, i was kind of pudgy then. Kicks couldn't go that far, i'd lose my balance. Also if i was pudgy, she was friggin massive. No really, she had to be at least 4 years older and with quadruple the fat content. My head barely reached up to her necks and i couldn't bring myself to hit the chest directly in front of me; even at 8 i was acquainted with the tenderness of the female form. Okay sure the target area might have been absolutely massive, but you're only allowed to hit above the belt and i could'nt tell where the tender forms ended and where the stomach began.

It was a grading exam though so i punched the air in front of her (kicks were risky, as mentioned i ran the risk of falling over). In case you think im being too mean, she beat the living crap out of me. I somehow got a double promotion in the exam though (that's a skipping of grade). I suspect out of great pity by the examiners.

One person that could probably take her on might be the founder of Kyokushin Karate, Mas Oyama.

"Mas Oyama, in order to show the strength of his karate, tested his strength by fighting raging bulls bare-handed. It was a mismatch from the get-go for the bulls, not for Oyama. In all, he fought 52 bulls, three of which were killed instantly with one strike, earning him the nickname of Godhand. 49 had their horns taken off with knife hand blows."

Shit. Just..shit.. He kills bulls? With his hands!? This has got to be an exaggeration, but if theres some small grain of truth to this story ive got to take up this Kyokushin thing..

Got sent an interesting link. Someone wanted to show off their advanced copy of this game called gears of wars 2. Probably showed too much about his interests. See if you can spot the surprise.

http://cache.gawker.com/assets/images/kotaku/2008/10/p10100132qz3_01.jpg

hint: look at the web browser.


A friend Nauman made this kickass signature for me. Check out those luscious lips..nice..

Nothing like reunions

Getting in touch with old friends. Ah the nostalgia. And the burning curiosity! Whats changed in their lives!

"gid says:
i'mma fat fuck now
gid says:
dude 100kg
ViG says:
fuck off
ViG says:
no way
gid says:
no i am.
gid says:
i'm so depressed man
gid says:
i'm pulling my cock but its sstuck between 2 slabs of fat"

Gid then proceeded to show me a picture of a short fat kid and tried to convince me it was him. I asked him to take a close up but he said his fat face wouldn't fit.
Back in school gid put a highlighter in his shorts and walked around pretending to have an erection. Some things stay the same..

Living in a wonderlag

"How did the machines know what Tasty Wheat tasted like, huh? Maybe they got it wrong."

I wonder if this post will appear. The line on Tasty Wheat is a reference to the Matrix. I have actually named my computer The Matrix. Unlike the movie one that enslaved the entire human race this piece of shit couldn't imprison a retarded mouse. I was watching a fat kid on an episode of House and my browser hanged right as she was puking towards the camera. I stared at that goddamn puke for 10 minutes before it fell to the floor. Did i mention i take my DINNER while watching shows on my pc? I took no small amount of pleasure when she was diagnosed with a crippling disease. Yes its sad, and i should feel bad, but think about the Puke. I mean Cmon. You knew it was coming, eat something that'll look less rancid on camera will you. It also took 15 minutes for my MSN to fully load by which time a conversation window appeared. Someone had greeted me, told me about their day and went offline. An entire conversation was had without my participation. Sorry i didn't reply, nothing personal, its just that my computer is complete garbage. It may also be because i dont like you too much. Either way is a rubbish situation for me.

And regarding dislike, ive been accused recently of being a misanthrope. I deny this claim vehemently. I don't detest people at all. In fact I think there is something very wrong about destesting people and yet creating a blog to share your life and treasured photos with said detested people. I have come across such blogs before. "I hate the world. I hate you people. Now read my blog entries. Pretty please?" Let me make this clear, i detest these people. Which is why this site is not going to be about the details of my life. Its going to be about the people i detest in my life. Wait, something went wrong there.

But really, i wanted a place to just write whatever i wanted. I tried an actual diary. I got to page three and read through it again. Apparently when i write whatever i want i sound like a man filled with unexplainable rage. And also slightly lazy as the punctuations stop after awhile. So i figure since im on the computer most weeknights, waiting for puke to hit the floor and moving closer to death as The Matrix loads its next page, i might as well use this site. To the people i have ridiculed in the past for having a blog, i must say. You deserved it. Did i mention I have been accused of being a hypocrite as well? I deny that claim. I have also been accused of being a liar. I tell you i deny all of this.