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the new apple store in Sydney.. where have you been for the past 4 years?
A picture illustration of a funny thing that happened to me last summer. To my dear friends who were involved, ya that’s right, you guys are idiots!
How rumours spread…
I want to travel back in time to the early dynasties. Like Brooke has taken Sarawak, i want to conquer a mass of land…
and as a cruel joke, make the inhabitants learn the ‘G’ language.. or pig latin as the official language. A hundred years later when all is educated and civilised, they’ve realised that i’ve taken them for a ride.
On my magnificent tombstone of the great conquerer, an elaborate design carved with prayers and my name.. and underneath it all, when translated from G, reads “You fell for it, lolololololololol!!”
Omaaaaaigoddddd!!
Netherlands totally demolished France!!
Netherlands 4 – 1 France
Woohooo!!
After a heartbreaking world cup, this is hollands time!!
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This post may not be up for too long. But crazy ISD people still exists.
I’ve gotten more environmental conscious lately. Whenever i tell people that i study petroleum engineering, i get occasional gasps and comments how environmental unfriendly these kind of jobs are. I’d put on my petroleum engineer image and brush off those comments.
But to be honest, i think those people who make those comments should be ashamed of themselves. Blatant hypocrisy! I think the world has a problem of viewing petroleum engineers as nose picking trolls who mine the deep ends of the earths and cart out barrels of oil and charge exorbitant amounts of money just for endless hours of after work orgy parties (sometimes i wish this was the case). And who are we really doing these things for? You, motherfuckers, you!
There is a global outcry of how oil prices are over the roof. A sign of our outrageous thirst for energy, luxurious and excessively affluent ways of life. We demand this, we demand that, we demand those things and a few more of that thing as if it was made by gay faeries blowing pixie dust while clicking their heels and chanting magical words, “Iggidity diggity poo, the skies are blue, it’s gonna be a shoe, designed from Jimmy Choo!”.
It’s ridiculous, and at the same time, the same people condemn oil corporations for exploiting the earth because we are motivated by our excessive profits. Where did those profits come from? You!
I’ve been reading the news of how there are awareness campaigns to point out Brunei’s excessive ways. It’s about goddamn time. Massive crowds come to the energy awareness festivals and left the place with long queues of vehicles, that burn petrol and release more CO2 (We’re aware but what’s the point?). We could start by calling anyone who owns a gaz guzzling SUV, like the hummer, a wanker.
This whole Brunei energy consumption thing has reminded me so much of back when i was a kid in Ugama (religion) school. My school is a normal primary school in the morning and turns into a religious school after 1pm ( i went to a different primary school). Whenever i come to class, i’d see a lot of food in plastic bags just sitting in the corner, uneaten and left to stale until the school cleaners takes it away the next morning. Pretty awesome, i always thought that it was unfair that students in government primary schools get free food of a piece of cake, an apple and a box of sweet drink for lunch while my dad paid thousands to a private school who didn’t even have a catering option. Anyway, I thought that hurling apples at poor victims below on the ground floor was frickin’ hilarious.
I mean, what are the bags of food doing here in the classroom anyway? obviously morning students didn’t give a shit about that. Even with the free food, i knew students would rather flock to the canteen to buy junk food and drink over-sweetened can drinks, which would end up fucking everyones health. Now that i’ve grown up, i found the behaviour appalling. I still feel guilty about wasting food that was given for free just so lil kids could keep up their concentration in class and build a better future for the country.
How is the petrol price situation any different?
Petrol is cheap, petrol is used to fire that engine to blow that air conditioner because you’re afraid to get sweaty, petrol is awesome. I have a job, i get a car, obviously a second hand is so yesterday so i buy a new car that is not only inefficient and in excess of what i need, i buy a car that is way outside my budget. I am 90k to 150k in debt for my car. I buy a loaf of bread and a pack of tic tacs and i insist on having a plastic bag. The geometry of the bag of bread makes it difficult for me to carry and i’d sound like a tambourine with the tic-tacs rattling inside my pocket so i need a plastic bag. Why oh why should i grab the bag on one hand and carry the tic tics on the other when i can carry EEEEEVERYTHING…. with one finger. I am heavily in debt, i am wasteful, i have no money left to build a house to shelter my children but i have an awesome car.
THIS is what fuel subsidy does to us.
It’s ridiculous to see people who can’t afford it, buy brand new cars to add to their collection. We‘re also the 6th highest CO2 emission per capita in the world. It’s ridiculous! Fuck the fuel subsidy and let the market run it’s course. Petrol is B$2.00 per litre here in Sydney, that’s about $90-100 for a full tank of fuel. It’s got quite bad in America, GM has axed 4 SUV factories and concentrating on medium sized, more fuel efficient cars. Sydney has seen a rise in small highly efficient cars.
Come on Brunei, i say fuck it. Let’s double the price, close our ears, wait for a few months and see what happens. If this doesn’t rise the cost, make people find cheaper ways to travel or at least save their electricity bill and change the way we spend, then we are truly the richest people on earth.
I’m no American but this guy is an inspiration to me. It’s not just America that needs a wave of change
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I’ve always wanted to drop down to the grass, kiss it and roll around it. Letting it all lose with feelings of happiness, etc, and all that shit, maybe from the feeling of falling in love. whatever.
So yesterday god granted that wish but it wasn’t how i pictured it to be.
So there i was, walking towards uni.. along the pathway next to the the village green. Beside the pathway, the land sloped down to a moist green field, which reflected the rays of the setting sun.
And there was, an attractive girl, elle a saisi mon coeur!, walking towards me heading in the opposite direction, not too far away. She caught me staring and i panicked.
I wandered in awe and lost concentration, so much that i didn’t realise that half my foot was in a pothole. I lost balance and i fell awkwardly. It wasn’t a proper fall even.. it was one of those falls where you go, “uh-oh uh-oh, i think i am falling, i’m going down..i’m going down slowly. ha-ha, excuse me, i think i will fall slowly”
As if that wasn’t embarrassing enough, conditions were perfect for the consequence to escalate. It was like getting caught walking around campus with a piece of macaroni pasta on your shirt and accidentally snorting when you laugh to brush it away, only to cough heavily because you choked on your own saliva before you can defend yourself from the barrage of laughters. The awkward fall, the pot hole, the slippery path way, the small slope downwards and the wet grass. It was all there, had these things be ingredients of some sort, the witch of oz would be delighted that it all came together perfectly.
and so it happened, once i hit the ground, i slipped even further (who slips again while they’re lying ground anyway? Genius joke, god. Genius) and i rolled my ass down the slope. Any smart or sane person would’ve made a decent effort to stop rolling and stand up. But i was neither that time, it was 100% pure idiot rolling down the small hill and i continued to roll down the gently-slopping hill, until the fence stopped this momentum of ridicule. I didn’t need to wonder what wet grass tasted like, i was living the dream, baby. but as far as i was concerned, i was chowing on the grass like a cow on LSD.
A Passer-by looked at me in a curious way. Half curious, half amused actually. and who wouldn’t? From the distance, the whole scene would’ve looked like i decided to kneel down and said ” Well, it’s a nice wet day, i think i’ll have a jolly good roll down this hill before my class. Tra-la-la-la”
Then comes along, several people, asking the question we all expect, with half-assed sincerity, “Are you alright?”
But you know that what they really wanted to ask was, “What the fuck are you doing?”
What am i doing? I was just expressing my life through an expressive contemporary dance. Wonder and adore my grass coated costume! I hope you aaaaallll enjoyed my performance. Allow me to waltz my way out of here gracefully. ’till then, danke und auf wiedersehen, leuter!
Ironically, i was wearing dirt brown that time, the grass matched perfectly with my attire. Maybe, it was a good day to roll down.
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