The Question game!

ive been racking my head with this for a while now. it sounds intersting but its got glitches. heres the story...

people always ask me dumb questions. ALL THE TIME. Its fair enough, cause i know most of the answers cause i research stuff a lot. (only cause i hate not being involved in a conversation). whatever the reason may be, there are times where u just wanna tell them to fuck off. But u cant just tell someone to "fuck off" just like that. its not dramatic enough anymore. so ive figured out the perfect dramatic insult answer to moronic questions.

"Fuck you! Google It!"

and you have to say it with a little bit of drama even... first you say "Fuck you" really fast... then pause for a sec and say "google it" very politely.

heres a small game for you... try and find dumb questions to where "fuck you! google it!" could be the answer.

its very tricky trust me...

a small token of appriciation will go up on my side bar to anyone who comes up with the perfect question!

Pardon me, while I burst into flames!

Rage is a good thing. As long as its targeted rage.

As the people who know me will tell you at im a happy demeanor kinda guy. Conflicting situations kinda bore me. I like when everyone’s happy. Ofcouse I get into those situations where the voices have to be raised and the comebacks have to be bitchy. But that again happens very rarely.

But now a days I’ve been noticing this recurring issue about people asking me and telling me stuff that kinda mocks/insults me. Ofcouse they are just sayin it to make an odd joke here and there and don’t really realize they are crossing the personal barrier. Either that or they are just being mean. And I, most of the time just laugh it off cause it doesn’t make sense to confront these cunts, or give another nasty comeback because it a waste of my time. Or maybe I don’t wanna be mean and loose their friendship.

Although… Now…

Ive figured out the perfect equation…

Cunt X Disrespect X ME = Wrath

And ill tell you why this equation is perfect. If some respects you, for example: your friend, your relative, your colleague, etc. they will never do something intentionally to hurt you. They will stop short before the insult barrier is crossed.

But the cunts will go on and on… and that’s when you know that this cunt is not someone you have to be nice to. Just burst into flames man. And its cool cause the cunt deserved it. You didn’t ask the cunt to open his/her mouth. The cunt is acting on free will. And free will turns into monkey behaviour, the monkey should be slapped around with bananas. (just a euphemism).

Also before you do so, please listen to the song “pardon me”(while I burst into flames) by incubus, who inspired me for this kinda thinking. Especially the chorus Im sure you will relate:

Check out the lyrics: Pardon me, Incubus II.

Photoblog Online

Aight...
since i got a whole bunch of encouragement from you guys i decided to get off my lazy ass and post my pics now and then. Its called Creative Lock II.
i hope you guys enjoy it. and please, feel free to get as critical as you want...

The blog is not meant for any serious cause. its just me havin fun with the d70.

Cheers!

Step Up!

so yeah!

lemme introduce you to my new weapon. the NIKON D70s. its all that i want in a professional digital slr. besides the fact that it looks good, it gives me all the manual options i needed in an affordable digital slr.

im thinkin of startin a photo blog now? donno? u guys tell me if i should!

Help! my face is on fire!!!

Automatic Vs Manual

No. im not talking about cars. This is a different post altogether. A post which will help with dental hygine world wide.

Im talking about power toothbrushes. Yeah that’s what they are calling it now. 'Power Tooth brushes'. Not cause they have extra strong bristles but cause they need electricity to work.

So im gonna talk about the pros and cons of using power tooth brushes… im not gonna say anything about the manual toothbrushes. (oral b is calling them manual toothbrushes) how cool is that. U know the ones that u have to use your whole arm to brush your teeth with. So passé…


Pros.
Built for the extremely lazy:
the muscles in my body wake up bout half hour after my brain does. So the brushing with a manual is not always precise. The dexterity is either too hard or too soft. In the powerbrush, you just have to hover the bristles over your teeth.

Nice grip:
since the battery casing is slightly big the shaft is a little bigger. Trust me on this one… most men like their shaft bigger…

Lasts longer:
im talking about the rechargeable ones. Since you don’t brush harder, the bristles don’t wear out as much. And since ure always recharging it, the life of the toothbrush is a good 6-8 months. Quite good id say for brushing 2 times a day.

Can be used as a vibrator:
The other end. Not the side with the bristles...
for men, cool thing to pleasure your woman with.
For women: no need for embarrassing trips to the sex shops. This is dual purpose. Shiny teeth & fulfilling orgasms. One more thing to smile about when u start your day.

Looks good:
it makes your bath room look a little more sophisticated. As compared to most crap you find on the counters of mens bathrooms.

Conversation filler:
eg. “dude, ive got a power toothbrush” the minute you put the words “power” and toothbrush” in the same sentence it always and intriguing conversation.

Whiter teeth:
last but no least your teeth get noticeably whiter. 90 percent of the general public who don’t have conversations with their dentists, don’t know the correct way to brush with a manual… the power toothbrush does that for you…

Cons:
Not good for the forgetful:
If the charge runs out. You’re doomed.

If used as a sex toy:
The smell of private areas in your mouth. It’s a pro if you like that sorta thing

Kinda heavy:
The good ones have good batteries. Making them kinda heavy.

White tongue:
Cant really use it to brush your tongue. Have to use separate tongue cleaner.

Splashes:
If switched on outside your mouth, might be a little toothpaste splashing. Its not cool to have tooth paste dots on ure face early in the morning. They are hard to get out.

This PSA comes to you with the help of fellow blogger/comentor Gaderene who also happens to be a dentist. And who solves all my oral related problems.

Deadline.

‘a point in time at which some task must be completed.’

For the last 7-8 years its been a constant trend for me to have deadlines. Ever since university and then eventually leading into the work life, where as an artist, deadlines actually become your lifelines. Hmm. Interesting wordplay: “deadlines become lifelines”.

Anyways.

Deadlines bracket your life into parts. For example, when working on an project, of which the deadline is 2 weeks away, one tends not to see beyond that week. Life as you know it, sometimes, just consists of 2 weeks. It may seem really really long. And after you reach that deadline and don’t have any work, you wonder what to do with all of the time…

We humans tend to thrive on difficulty… if life were easy It would seem that we might all of a sudden just drop dead…

This post is not a whiny post about how I hate deadlines or I hate working… this is about my deadline for love...

Bev was down a few weeks ago. And before she could get here I knew I had a deadline of 3 weeks. The day she got here, as much as I didn’t want to think about it I knew at the back of my head that she’ll be gone soon and jan 5th was my deadline. This is one deadline that no one should be faced with. Knowing that you can be with that one person for only so long so make the best of it. That’s not fucking possible.

Reality is that love is something that grows… you cannot put a deadline on it. Just writing this post trying make sense of this madness of missing the one you love.

Bev’s become a crutch for me… a crutch I’d gladly give up both my legs for…

just wishing that there were no deadlines for being with her…

Meet Clintina!

I had this wierd hair do for a couple of hours... bev said i looked gay...
so i decided to name my Gay persona Clintina...

Conversations with the ceiling 006

There’s something about meeting stupid women that makes life worth living. This is not a malicious post in any angle but was just having a conversation with my ceiling about the stereotypical “I like to dance” women.

I am quite a social junkie. Well at least is used to be one. Now, not that much. Ever so often im hanging in a club and I meet the odd acquaintance or friend. And more than often I get introduced to women who accompany my acquaintances/friends. Not girlfriends, just other social junkies like me.

The conversation begins quite humbly. Like so what do u do? I used to get answers like studying or working, etc… most of the women ive met get quite defensive at this point. Fair enough… I would be too if I saw me at a bar.

So anyways. I would put in a few charming one liners and break the ice. Then I see the smiles getting wider and the conversations getting out of mono syllables into full sentences. So at this point im sayin to myself… heck im sensing some intelligence. That’s a good thing. Good conversation at a bar always sounds profound and memorable. The building blocks of good friendships…

Then I as this question… and I do it on purpose…

“So what do u like to do?”

when I ask a question like this I mean what is it that you are interested in? what your hobbies etc, which is actually a trick question. cause it could be a lotsa things…

and sometimes I get this answer…

“I like to dance…”

That line is the deal clincher. Cause soon after this line has been spoken there will be a few sentences that follow which will be equally as stupid and then eventually one will hear a loud scream followed by the words… “I love this song, im goin the dance!” and the chick will soon scamper without any acknowledgement, grabbing one of her friends by her arms…

I have no problem that women like to dance. That’s cool…

But more likely than not I will see that very same women doing the janta(commercial) steps with her friends in a circle… and occasionally giving the dirty looks to the guy who accidentally nudges them from the back… and then also give you the smiles from the dance floor.

Women: THIS SORT OF BEHVIOUR IS JUST SAD…

If you do pass this statement like: “I like to dance”, you better be doing the following dance steps:

1. the break-dance
2. the moonwalk
3. a striptease(100 points for this)
4. or a well choreographed dance step which include 3 more of your goodlooking friends. (ugly women calls for immediate disqualification)

To the women who visit my blog: I am not generalizing, im sure all of you are great dancers. Don’t send me hate mail…

Back!

Firstly, id just like to say...

FUCK!!!

everythings back to the way things were. bevs gone back. so that means im back to smsing and voice chatting over the net with her. im goin back to work tommorow. im back to sitting dateless at a club. im back to long hours of work. im back to blogging (which isnt that bad cause in the time off i got some really kewl post ideas). some of them informational some just funny.

also ive quit smoking. its been a week.

theres some money saved in the back cause i sold my bike. yeah i know its sad that the bike is gone but its aight. i sold it for more than i bought it for.

this year promises to be more difficult than the last one. relationship with bev is stronger than ever. which makes it even more difficult to be without her. still in a very slumpy mood cause i have to get used to not seeing her after 3 weeks of living with her and seeing her 24/7

my brother and that guy he almost killed seem fine. the guy is gettin better. thanks everybody for your best wishes. i really appriciate that. its nice to know sometimes strangers do give a fuck!

the winner of the last guess that image was adity. your cerificate will be put up tom once i get into work. and yes it was a Head tennis racket...

see you guys soon...