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jet – look what you’ve done

Jet – Look what you’ve done
Take my photo off the wall
If it just won’t sing for you
‘Cause all that’s left has gone away
And there’s nothing there for you to prove Oh, look what you’ve done
You’ve made a fool of everyone
Oh well, it seems like such fun
Until you lose what you had won

Give me back my point of view
‘Cause I just can’t think for you
I can hardly hear you say
What should I do, well you choose

Oh, look what you’ve done
You’ve made a fool of everyone
Oh well, it seems like such fun
Until you lose what you had won

Oh, look what you’ve done
You’ve made a fool of everyone
A fool of everyone
A fool of everyone

Take my photo off the wall
If it just won’t sing for you
‘Cause all that’s left has gone away
And there’s nothing there for you to do

Oh, look what you’ve done
You’ve made a fool of everyone
Oh well, it seems like such fun
Until you lose what you had won

Oh, look what you’ve done
You’ve made a fool of everyone
A fool of everyone
A fool of everyone

randoms

a scientist decided to conduct an expriment on the human brain…

1st he removed the left side of the brain of a man and the man started counting 2,4,6,8……

next he put the left side of the brain back n removed the rite side and the man started couting 1,3,5,7,9……

lastly the scientist decided to remove the whole brain and the man started couting:

satu, dua, tiga….

Jack was returning to work Monday morning with
two black eyes. His workmates were understandably
curious: “Jack, what happened to you?!?” “It was
the darndest thing! I was at church yesterday,
and this fat lady stood up in front of me. You
know how a dress can get stuck in the crack of
the butt of a fat lady? It looked funny. I
figured she wouldn’t like that, so I just reached
over and pulled it out with a little tug. Next
thing I know, she spins around and box me!”

“Jeez, you got TWO black eyes in one blow?”

“Naw. After she turned back around, I figured she
was angry that I pulled the dress out of her
crack, so I tried to poke it back in…”

AMERICAN WOMEN
First date: You get to kiss her goodnight.
Second date: You get to grope all over and make out.
Third date: You get to have sex in the missionary position.

Then you promise to marry her but will probably abandon the idea.

JAPANESE WOMEN
First date: She’s shy, so you don’t get to kiss her at all.
Second date: She’ll take a bath in front of you and let you smell her panties.
Third date: You get to have kinky sex with her.

Then she’ll bid you sayonara, as that was her last fling as she’s getting married to a Japanese man tomorrow.
MALAY WOMEN
First date: You get to touch that big breast of hers.
Second date: You get to home base with her.
Third date: You have to promise her that you are going to get circumcised.

Then you will marry her and find out that you have to support her whole family. The only consolation is that you get to repeat the procedure three more times as allowed under Islamic law!
CHINESE WOMEN
First date: You get to buy her an expensive dinner but nothing happens.
Second date: You buy her an even more expensive dinner but nothing happens too.
Third date: You have already realized that nothing’s going to happen.

INDIAN WOMEN
First date: You meet her parents.
Second date: The date is set for the wedding.
Third date: It’s your wedding night!

HONG KONG WOMEN
First date: you lose all your cash in your wallet
Second date: you max out all your credit cards
Third date: you clean out your bank account and you still can’t get to first base 3 weeks after your third date, you die from SARS.

teeheeehee!

there’s much to do and to be done

dads sick. gonna buy some food put at home for him to eat when he wakes up. then come home early get him some dinner.

going off after this.
– work
– before 5pm walk to cpf building and get my singpass fixed
– beneficiary

damn, cpf’s deducting $36/yr from my cpf acct under the DPS scheme. but anyway it’s beneficial for me, cos if i die from any accident, OH i havent do my nominations. lol gonna call them again. yeah if i die, they cover a sum of up to $46,000. well at least theres some money. hehe. gotta check with father what does the ntuc cover if i were to die from accident.

and yeah, my auntie called my father two days ago  asking him to bring us visit her. yay i can finally meet my cousins? nephews? LOL pathetic i dont even know whether i have cousins or not. sigh, i heard most of them are in business or either failed, then went on to sell pirated vcds……… bleh.

and tmd! people who hasn’t tried working on their fyp dont expect me to ‘HELP’ you complete part of your fyp. i can only help if you tried. im sick and tired of listening to people’s excuses. period.

cya, going to work now. tonight will be home by 10.

Good day!

I’ve migrated finally from my home server over to wordpress service. alright gonna blog here soon when i have the time. lol!

I can’t afford wasting anymore electricity pumping up a server that only serves afew services that practically generate no income.. 🙂

well if you’re interested on what my runs on my server in the past,

Compaq Desktop
Pentium II 300MHz (Deschutes) 512KB
768MB PC-133 SDRAM
ATi Rage PRO

psybnc, ircd, httpd, bittorrent, squid, mysqld, ventrilo, samba file server

Filesystem Size Used Avail Use% Mounted on
/dev/hda1 8.9G 2.4G 6.1G 28% /
/dev/hdc 19G 14G 4.1G 78% /hdd2
tmpfs 253M 0 253M 0% /dev/shm

This server is going down in 3-months time, hopefully that’s when most people updated their blog links/etc.

A good old story in my collection,
She is 92 years old, petite, well poised, and proud. She is fully dressed each morning by eight o’clock, with her hair fashionably coifed, and her makeup perfectly applied, in spite of the fact she is legally blind.

Today she has moved to a nursing home. Her husband of 70 years recently passed away, making this move necessary.

After many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby of the nursing home where I am employed, she smiled sweetly when told her room was ready. As she maneuvered her walker to the elevator, I provided a visual description of her tiny room, including the eyelet curtains that had been hung on her window.

“I love it,” she stated with the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old having just been presented with a new puppy.

“Mrs. Jones, you haven’t seen the room … just wait,” I said.

Then she spoke these words that I will never forget:

“That does not have anything to do with it,” she gently replied. “Happiness is something you decide on ahead of time. Whether I like my room or not does not depend on how the furniture is arranged. It is how I arrange my mind. I have already decided to love it.”

“It is a decision I make every morning when I wake up. I have a choice. I can spend the day in bed recounting the difficulty I have with the parts of my body that no longer work, or I can get out of bed and be thankful for the ones that do work. Each day is a gift, and as long as my eyes open, I will focus on the new day and all of the happy memories I have stored away … just for this time in my life.”