*Toxic.Boy

"Our greatest weakness lies in giving up. The most certain way to succeed is always to try just one more time." ~ Thomas Alva Edison

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Thursday, March 30, 2006

cheesy.(s)poofs

Sometimes, some particular incident/person/movie/etc will leave such an indelible mark in your impression that others find the capacity for it to be warped, to different extents, to ridiculous and hilarious effect.

Here's a flash webpage for some movie spoofs. With bunnies as cast. Don't ask me why. =O
angry.alien

Speaking of which - did you ever know that even architecture firms can be spoofed? Just take a look at this site!
architects.associates

Monday, March 27, 2006

wo.men

Some of these are hilarious - yet in a sad kinda way they are true...

1. NAMES
If Laurie, Linda, Elizabeth and Barbara go out for lunch, they will call each other Laurie, Linda, Elizabeth and Barbara.
If Mark, Chris, Eric and Tom go out, they will affectionately refer to each other as Fat Boy, Godzilla, Peanut-Head and Scrappy.

2. EATING OUT
When the bill arrives, Mark, Chris, Eric and Tom will each throw in $20, even though it's only for $32.50. None of them will have anything smaller and none will actually admit they want change back.
When the girls get their bill, out come the pocket calculators.

3. MONEY
A man will pay $2 for a $1 item he needs.
A woman will pay $1 for a $2 item that she doesn't need but it's on sale.

4. BATHROOMS
A man has six items in his bathroom: a toothbrush, shaving cream, razor, toilet paper, a bar of soap, and a towel from the Marriott.
The average number of items in the typical woman's bathroom is 337. A man would not be able to identify most of these items.

5. ARGUMENTS
A woman has the last word in any argument.
Anything a man says after that is the beginning of a new argument.

6. CATS
Women love cats.
Men say they love cats, but when women aren't looking, men kick cats.

7. FUTURE
A woman worries about the future until she gets a husband.
A man never worries about the future until he gets a wife.

8. SUCCESS
A successful man is one who makes more money than his wife can spend.
A successful woman is one who can find such a man.

9. MARRIAGE
A woman marries a man expecting he will change, but he doesn't.
A man marries a woman expecting that she won't change and she does.

10. DRESSING UP
A woman will dress up to go shopping, water the plants, empty the garbage, answer the phone, read a book, and get the mail.
A man will dress up for weddings and funerals.

11. NATURAL
Men wake up as good-looking as they went to bed.
Women somehow deteriorate during the night.

12. OFFSPRING
Ah, children. A woman knows all about her children. She knows about dentist appointments and romances, best friends, favorite foods, secret fears, and hopes and dreams.
A man is vaguely aware of some short people living in the house.

13. THOUGHT FOR THE DAY
Any married man should forget his mistakes. There's no use in two people remembering the same thing.

Monday, March 20, 2006

flies

Time.
It does that.
It flies.
Reminds me of the lame joke that instructs you to throw your watch out of the window to see time fly.

Just the other day I was having lunch with my dad. I was taken aback by how much he has aged. He is nearly 60 now.
We were talking about work and life in general. I was rather alarmed after realising that he is still working at this age. So's my mom.
If I could afford it, my parents should stop working after say, 50. After all, they have toiled all their lives, spending eternity milling it out for the family.
So why are they still slogging?
The cruel reality of life hits you in the face much like how an uppercut from an amateur boxer does to another - wakes you up off-balance in agony, yet not quite enough to knock you out, allowing the full effects of the mundane futility to course right through your sensory capacity.
Initially one reels from the excruciating pain.
Eventually, everyone gets numb to the battering.

Monday, March 13, 2006

curling

Just recently I was watching television and the Winter Olympics was on. I was particularly fascinated by one of the competition items where the participants were pushing what seemed to be massive yoyos lying on their side across a rectilinear ice skating rink. The objective was to land these yoyos on a target board laid horizontal on the ice rink.
For the life of me I had no idea what the sport was called. (was it even a sport??)
Then by chance I came across this webpage, and now I know it's called curling.
It's amazing to know that there are new sports evolving all the time. =)

New update! Japanese.Curling.
Japanese people crack me up. =D

Friday, March 10, 2006

mo.fun.zone.games

Believe it or not - this was actually discovered during reservist.
Enter mo.fun.zone for a plethora of online and downloadable games!
I have included it as a link on the right, for those bored out of their skins.
The following game is worth a try, considering that it is only an online game, it has pretty decent graphics and playing interface.
castle.attack.2

Friday, March 3, 2006

enter.the.toxic.chamber

I just repainted my room recently - 1 wall, to be exact. Spring Green.


Those are new shelves - now there's lots of storage space.
My room has never seen such neatness in a million years. =)