This blog is not for the weak hearted... if you are under 5, if you have a problem with people who have a problem with homosexuality, if you eat eggs, if you are a big fan of paris hilton and the like
GO AWAY
Insignificant matters such as political issues, world peace, war, economies, etc. will not be discussed here. I choose to partake in more interesting discussions such as what happens in my life. :) if you're still reading this, you're more than welcome here. :)
brace yourself... for
THE TUBBY TANK
GOING TO BALI!!!
HULLO!!! i'm going to BALI!!!! WHOOO HOO!!!! no work, no stress, no nothing!!! whoo hooo!!!! any of you guys want anything you can send it to my email and HOPE that i read my mail cos you wont be able to contact me. haha. yes, i love being incontactable. :) *big smiles* c all of you when i get back! or maybe i wont c ALL of you but anyway... cya!!!!
Friday, June 16, 2006
FARTED @ 3:52 PM
WORLD CUP!!!!
it's now 3 am in the morning, and i gotta wake up at 6 tmr for work. BUT... who cares? it's the WORLD CUP!!! whoo hoo!!! i'm currently watching the Italy vs Ghana match and its not too bad. FINALLY the Italians decided to give up their TIGHT nipple showing jerseys for something more normal, but honestly speaking, they dont look... ITALIAN without their gay jerseys. And the Ghanians are running like beheaded chickens around the field trying to get the ball from the Italians, and they aint doing a bad job of it too. WORLD CUP ROCKS!!!
i think the only people in the world who dont ilke it are the wives and girlfriends who have to put up with their husbands and boyfriends railings about the world cup. you guys know the history behind the world cup? i mean how it started? This greatly kept secret is finally gonna come out in the open. Here's the story behind it:
ok, once upon a time there was a short stumpy man by the name of Jules Rimet, who had a wife who always brought him shopping. One day, he was milling around the mall waiting for his wife to complete her painstaking procession thruogh the department store that she had already walked through at least seven million times, he came up with this brilliant idea on how to hit back at her. He knew the one thing his wife hated, was soccer, so... when he got home he got all his football buddies together (who he met at the mall) and they formed the Federation of Irritated by Frequent trips down the Aisle (FIFA). Together, FIFA came up with a trophy for men who constantly had to go down the aisle when they could have been playing soccer. FIFA, deciding to give credit to the pioneer of this idea, named the trophy the Jules Rimet trophy. Every 4 years, such men would gather at some location prefixed by FIFAand indulge in their one commmon passion, liberation from the shopping aisle. And that my friends, is how the FIFA World Cup, first started.
Interesting eh? bet you never knew this. Anyway, Italy just scored again from a wonderfully bad pass from a Ghanian defender. ok, match is about to end, i'm about to sleep. Goodnight!!! tune in next time for more History lessons on the FIFA World Cup. :)
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
FARTED @ 4:19 AM
Back again!!!
Ok, i know its been a long time since i put up a post or anything but here i am again! today (actually it's yesterday) was a crazy busy day for me at work and out. First of all...
My biggest GROUSE for the day would come from an old man who had to stick his old bald head into my business. Ok, here's the thing. To cut a long story short, i had to conduct a run today morning, this guy couldnt find the water point so he started to make a big fuss about it. Then this old man, came back from his run bitching and raving about the run. the first thing that went through my mind is that the title that preceded his name was MISTER. the next thing that passed through my mind was that this guy probably didnt listen to the brief that was conducted prior to the run. I deduced from his racings that he wasnt listening to what the hell i had to say at the start So... i turned my back on raving piece of old shit and walked away. I dont take orders from CIVILIANS, especially not in a military complex. Honestly, if i was armed this old man would be complaining to other old men as he lay burning in hell. I honestly couldnt give a shti about what he had to say, i did my job. He may hold a position higher up than me, and he might think i dont respect authority, but in my opinion, there's a HUGE difference between respecting authority and letting authority trample all over you. stinking piece of shit old man...
But... as a major spirit lifter YESTERDAY WAS OUR FOURTH MONTH ANNIVESSARY!!! Then... i got a nice surprise from my lovely baby to remind me of how much of a retard i am, she made me a clip entitled, "MY BOYFRIEND IS A RETARD". haha. how sweet. :) ok, the title might not exactly be portraying me in a particular form of attention i like to seek but the clip shows how much F-U-N (you'll get the spelling when you see the clip) we have together. :) muak. Thanks for that baby! :)
Saturday, June 10, 2006
FARTED @ 3:01 AM
i am...
SINGAPOREAN and very proud of it
STRAIGHT and proud of it
TUBBY and not so proud of it
an ENGINEER and not proud of that at all....
i love...
Splatting onto my younger bro
Small fat kids (in no way do i mean this in a paedophilic way you perverts...)
Food
Soccer
Booze
Poofies!!!!
i hate...
Gays
Homos
Trannies
She-Men
Paedos
Rapists
Crowds
Rich braggarts
Paris Hilton and those of her kind
Expats who act like we owe them our lives
Runny egg yolks
Slim girls who think they're fat
Fat guys who think they're slim
