I Have A Blog, How Odd.

Saturday, June 28, 2008 @ 9:39 AM

exalant!

Thru aut dhe histori, meni intalekts tryd tu formulet a consistant we of ryting english. Benjamin Franklin is wan of dhem. But, du tu comen pipel's hesitansi, supirior sistam waz nevar adhapted. Wan de dho, pipel will rite lyk dhis. A consistant wey of ryting english.

Dhis wud bi isi tu larn, and u wud not hav tu rimembar ilogical spelings for so meni words.

Infact dhis sistam is so isi, ryt aftar u rid dhis post, u ar ebl tu ryt eni ward.

Isn't dhat owsam!!!???

Dhis typ of ryting harts my ays!!!

This is how probably the looney tune characters would type if they could... espeffaily Daffy Duck. But then again, i'm no looney toon character.

English today is not what it was in the victorian era. The current system of english is so erratic, it takes years to perfect the spellings, let alone grammar. But still people keep a dictionary on their table in case they need to check how some word is spelled (also to check the meanings).

This system of mine however could be mastered in only 1 month! Or even sooner. The rules are simple.

riid wat u ryt, ryt wat u riid.

@ 2:09 AM

I was checking out some BMX vids on several websites regarding the local scene here in SG, which by the way was awesome, and as i scrolled down, i saw a few comments.

So as i began to read some of them, i was totally blown away by what some of these kids were saying; free coasters suck, brakeless sucks, he sucks, this company sucks, big bars suck, small bars suck...the list just kept going. How freaking ungrateful i thought.

The very riders and companies that keep the sport thriving are being criticized and dumbed down by these little know-it-alls just because of preference or style. If those little asses truly love BMX, those thoughts wouldn't even cross their minds, but because they can do tailwhips at their local parks, they get this big ego and think they run the industry and call the shots. They're missing the entire point of BMX.

I'm 24 and used to ride BMX ever since i was in secondary school, busting my ass everyday and i can barely Smith-grind a two-foot ledge. But you know what?

It doesn't matter because just by reading all those narrow-minded comments, i can guarantee that i still love the sport more than any of those dumbf--ks who thinks they have the right to talk sh-t in such a manner about the pros and companies that have given them an opportunity to ride everyday.

Please grow up or just quit riding because you're wrecking it for the people who truly love it.

Ok la...i want to watch Harry Potter.

Sunday, June 01, 2008 @ 3:44 AM

I just ate toothpaste but really i prefer the aroma of foot powder

Sometimes i wonder... if we're drowning in our egos or just drowning full stop.

Sometimes i wonder whether writing...the pursuit of trying to relate 'the human
experience' (whatever the heck that's supposed to be) is just a pursuit of the ego. Us making fanciful lavish statements about life and our perspective on it just to give ourselves a sense of self-worth that we don't deserve.

Some days where i feel like there's some kinda hypertension in the air that everyone is completely unaware of. Most of the time i wonder... whether reading metaphor and symbolism into the mundane is all it takes to drive us insane.

It's working pretty well on me so far.

Touching on other things, women have a habit of over talking so much so that they ask a question and allow only a micro second to answer, and if you don't answer within that time... they continue to talk and cut you off even if you start answering.

Women at times ask a question, but before they let you answer it, they answer it for you.

Isn't that annoying?

Is it just me or what..its jokes.

Enough women do it in my family and i've come across others that have done it too.

I think i know the difference between a rhetorical question and a real one yet they always answer it even if its for an opinon. It's like...

sis- what do you think of this, would it look good there?
me- umm (gets cut off)
sis - ahh actually i like it here... goes well in that corner. So what do you think?
me - well (gets cut off)
sis - ok... i've made up my mind. Its nice here.

Once i accidentally dialled a wrong number and a women answered it.

Woman: Hello?!
Me : Can i sp...
Woman : Yes?!
Me : Is ..?
Women : Yes ?!
Me : Umm...
Woman : Yes?!
Me : ....
Woman : Yes?! ... Yes?! .... YES??!!

I had one today with my mom.My mom was buying some flowers and was asking me which one's are nice, i learnt its best to answer in a way that you can't be asked again.

Mom: Are these flowers nice?
Me: Mom, you're the expert.

Later on, i started to give my opinion but my mom would disregard it and carry on. So in the end my mom was like...

Mom: Do you think i should get the other one's?
Me: Whatever one's i tell you to get, you are just going to get the one's you like anyway.

Mothers, you gotta love 'em.