optimism fucking rocks

i don't really feel like updating because school is starting soon and that's pretty fucked up.

knoddy

dial 1800-knoddy for my fucking gold tap

you know what. i really feel very very sorry for those patients under nkf. those not very fortunate ones strickened with mother fucking cancer, leukemia, kidney failure, whatever.

by now we all know about the nkf-ceo fiasco. his 600000 pay, mercs, 12 mth bonus, infamous gold tap, flying on first class crap. in today's papers, he dropped the initial charges of defamation by an st reporter because he 'admited that there was nothing wrong in the reports'. however mr specky is still a defiant bitch, claiming he has done nothing wrong.

indeed, the nkf led the public into believing that there is more patients than it had and that their reserves could only last for 3 years (fact: it could last decades). he felt that it was just a mere oversight and there was no need to correct it as the public donate to the namesake of nkf and it didn't mattered if a substantial percent of donors earn peanuts a month and still dial their asses off to those 1800 numbers...

... as of now, over 3000 members of the public have called in to cancel their giro donations to nkf and the numbers are expected to rise. yes so much for namesake.

clap clap.

so who's on the losing end? not him definitely. think about the poor patients. imagine the shit they are put through now because of one fucker. well, donations are gonna plummet and of course reserves will put them through for this period of time.. but until more transparency, a new management and better auditing of this 'charitable organisation' comes about, it's gonna be a fucking moutain to climb to get people dialing their fucking hard earned money to fucking pussy nkf shows again.

at least i know i won't donate again until i fucking know all of my 5 fucking dollars contribute to *insert appropriate number* litres of whatever liquid used to wash a patient's fucked up kidney.


*an excerpt from the exchange between senior counsel davinder singh and mr specky*

davinder singh: these are people who earn so little, giving. why are you not prepared to tell them the truth?

mr specky: the money is for the people.

davinder singh: and your taps.


sweet mother of jesus, why didn't i study harder last time and get into law.

knoddy

you can't take out the ah beng in knoddy

ladies and fucking gentlemen. i've added a tagboard on this site after much consideration so you boys and girls can come and kao pei kao bu make a din all that nonsense.

i was at westmall arcade this afternoon and in typical ah beng fashion, i played marvel vs capcom 1 and 2. can't really explain how much ass i kicked while playing even though the light punch button was spoilt for 1. cyber akuma? piece of cake. abyss? simi lanjiao lai eh. muahaha! worth mentioning are my spiderman and strider hiryu, both dishing out air combos too fast for the naked eye to catch. sad to say i've quite lost my touch with wolverine :( could only manage like 2 perfect lives using him. fucking wolf.

this week is convocation week. went for darling's one last night and heaven had it planned that both our cameras would screw up at the same time. pretty fricking hard luck.. at least we had one taken with those semi-professional photographers lurking around after the ceremony and printed it out with those instant photo machines. sweet shit i must say. come thursday will be prick's one.

on a side note, suxii starts this week and let's pray for a safe, incident free and fun camp for them.

knoddy

shit you should listen to instead of having sex

i haven't had a very good orgasm for very long, until last night.

was watching tv at about 1230am and happened to tune to mtv channel while surfing. guess what. they were playing vh1 storytellers and in that episode, their guests were... green fucking day.

to side track abit, good friends of mine will know i'm a real big greenday fan. yeah as big as akira fubuki's tits. i first heard of them in like sec 2 and there was no looking back since. naturally everytime they release a new album, knoddy gets eggcited akin to a pre-pubescent kid watching porn for the first time. their lastest release, a ground-breaking 13-track punk opera, american idiot once again proves their superiority in punk rock music, kicking the asses of those who believed they've 'lost it' and 'getting boring' and 'just playing more of the same things'.

american idiot is this conceptual album that encompasses a story in it, some sort of an opera. such thematic albums are definitely not the first as predecessors include the who's -quadrophenia. ok blah blah. american idiot paints the story of this rebellious character jesus of suburbia and how he overcomes the many issues in his life. this album is also greenday's boldest attempt to voice their displeasures in politics, mainly against george w bush.

so back to vh1 story tellers, apparently they played the whole fucking album, non-interrupted, on the set. amazing shit. on tv however they showed just a few songs and that made me quite pissed.. nonetheless it was great seeing them perform tracks from the album live, especially those seldom or never played before. they have such overwhelming stage presence and that makes them even harder to surpass.

oh man i gotta get my hands on the fucking show - the interviews, their explanations for respective songs and all of the 13 fucking songs performances.



american idiot - no track fillers, no frills, just rock and roll at it's fucking best. get it and wank off.

knoddy

i have nothing much against people who are horizontally gifted

cheebye. i fucking hate fat people.

on monday i was on my way to meet darling after her first day of work. and so being peak hour the train was naturally crowded. i stepped in and thought i found myself a nice spot to stand. wee.. as i inched towards my spot, a piece of dung suddenly landed on where i wanted to stand. a fucking big piece may i add. i looked up and this is what i saw.

no shit. we are indeed not alone in this universe.

chaocheebye didn't you fucking see me walking towards the spot, so being fat means you can just use your pounds of jiggly fats to chope place?!

i stared at the motherfucker. he looked at me sheepishly and then turned away. by then it was crowded everywhere so i just had to stand beside this piece of shit. agonizing stuff. the situation was roughly like this.

argh!!! the pain i have to endure in my life!

yeah you may ask about the inclusion of the motosikal helmeto. in my honest opinion, or some short form savvy dicks may say, imho, it's fucking retarded if you have a fucking bike and you're not fucking riding it. duh?! fucking brainless dickheads. it didn't help that guy was fat as well.

i've had enough of fat fuckers. they're smelly, they take up so much fucking space on this already heavily burdened earth, they are fucking ugly, and more importantly they fucking piss me off. from now i'm gonna carry a fucking jackknife around and when a fat fucker crosses my fucking path, i'm gonna slice his or her fucking body and puncture the mother fucker like how i would puncture a fucking balloon. gore will ensue but hey free lipo anyone?

the million dollar questien arises: how fat is fat to knoddy the great?

ans: if you're fatter than me, you're fucking fat.

knoddy

return of the rat

ah yes. lim pei is back. not just actually, since last thursday night to be exact. had been attending to some matters which explains why i didn't update immediately.

how the fuck have you guys been! come on gimme a fucking hug now baby yeah woo yeah.

ok.. 11 days of 'boys become men' all over again was surprisingly ok. it's afterall great to see the good old fuckers of bedok camp 2 as 'isn't that another familiar face' resonate in my soul. some of my platoon mates study in the same school but has all along been a hi bye afffair in school. once in bunk, we bitched like nobody's business, debated about religion, politics, cars, and if it should be tanbolanjiao instead of tanlanjiao. of course how could we forget routine ktv session with dickhead cong while waiting to enplane the chinook. hehe.

live firing shockingly went well for us. was seriously expecting some fatalities no joke. some of these assholes didn't even touch weapons during their active days and there they were shooting the fuck outta the knoll. scary shit i tell you.

so, 11 days, got down and dirty, slept in the jungles, bitten by ranger mosquitoes, fucked up missions, painful back... kan nin nah buay... once a year never seem so short.

back to my boring life.. went chinablack last friday night for some bash (yeah you heard it right). pretty last minute as i didn't want to go initially* but was bored at home and so fuck it. free entry anyway. thank god it was hip hop and not some mambo crap. ^__^ gyrate siao la.

3 more weeks to school starts... i'm starting to suffer from lack of hockey. hopefully iivp pulls through and we can start playing again.

oh and today's my darling's first day of work! let's wish her all the best shall we?


knoddy

*watched initial d. i liked it. my darling fell asleep half way.