ugh, im feeling awfully bored now. i have to get my ass out of this house asap! im becoming an anti-social like those nerds. ughhhhhh. i will wake up early tomorrow and call keith, see if i can go to his house and play with him. HOHO! i just realised i lost my picture folder due to the previous reformating. those sec1 and 2 photos are g.o.n.e! alright, im feeling so random now, im just gonna post some old photos up! and then type some shit logic or theory up!





i read this article from the newspaper, written by some bald guy. and it's quite an interesting article. i shall type it all out for y'all/myself to read in future to come.

The real reason for our sad love lives

Take a wild stab in the dark. what is the most detrimental invention ever created by mankind? i'll give you a few clues.

1) it is responsible for the death of romance.
2) it is responsible for the death of punctuality
3) it is the main cause of stress in our lives.

in case you're a beauty contestant and haven't figured this one out yet. i'm talking about our handphones. those of you old enough to remember the days before we had handphones will remember how romantic dates were. you'd ask a girl you fancy out, and if she accepts, you then spend all your time stressing over what to wear, remembering to shave and getting a haircut, all in anticipation of your great date.

these days, men dont do that anymore. and handphones are the reason. a friend of mine had a date last week with a cute girl he had just met. they were meeting for drinks at 1opm. i was with him having some early drinks and i noticed that he was about as excited about his impending date as having to watch paint dry. when i asked why, he said " trust me, she will cancel 15 mins before 10." she didnt. she cancelled 10 mins before.

see how the handphone completely ruins a date? it gives women the chance to run away before you can clobber them on the head. that was whyin the cavemen days, birth rate was never a problem. if cavewomen had handphones, they'd be cancelling clubbing at the last minute all the time. hands up those of you who have never done the following. call your friend at the time you're supposed to meet, and say " hey sorry, i'll be 15 mins late". yes thats right. i dont see many raised arms.

in the old days, because you KNEW that there was no way to get hold of the person you were meeting, you made an extra effort to be on time. sure, being late is as much a part of our singaporean tradition as bad local tv productions, but the degree of lateness has gone from 15 mins to maybe one hour, all because of handphone. and yes, handphone does cause more stress than an out-of-tune guitar. i've seen it ruduce mean from heroes to zeroes.

he msges a girl he likes, and every second she doesnt reply feels like an hour. he then constantly picks up the phone to check, even though he has already set his message tone loud enough to wake new zealand. after a while, he checks his sent box about 15 timesto make sure the sms went out. soon enough, he'll be checking himself into the institute of mental health.

oh dont get me wrong, girls also feel the same stress. but at least the pretty ones can just tell a non replier " go fly a kite, boy"

if i become a prime minister one day, i will ban handphones. you will get more sex, less tress and nobody will ever be late again for meetings. now, thats a tough political msg to beat.