Snapshots of the old blog, sorry no pictures they wouldnt transfer accross
TUESDAY, JUNE 9, 2009
last thing to get
the last thing to get for my musical ensombal....
[insert picture of delay pedal]
which one to get....i dunno...
for a demo of what these things can do
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YBnIW63ax9I
post again soon :)
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FRIDAY, MAY 15, 2009
Lord of the Rings
reciently i was able to sit through the Extended edition of the Lord of the Rings, each movie over 3.5hrs! i thought to myself "how wonderful it would be to live in middle earth, to learn from the elves, to be free like a ranger"
then i came across this picture
poor kid:
nightmares for the rest of his life
[insert Lord of The Rings Orc holding a screaming child]
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WEDNESDAY, MARCH 18, 2009
ever felt adventurous
Ever felt advenurous?
when animals act like people its coool...
[insert picture of a peguin with symbols, over a polar bear]
blog is back
will do an new one soon
brian
POSTED BY BRIAN AT 6:51 AM 2 COMMENTS
TUESDAY, FEBRUARY 10, 2009
I am always suspicious of YOU!
[insert picture of a cat]
YOU SEE CUTE
I SEE THEM FOR WHAT THEY REALLY ARE
There is only one animal I am suspicious off:
It stares at you with those evil eyes
thoughts of hate running through its mind
fur soft as silk, paws gentle with HIDDEN DAGGERS!!
always a blank expression till the FANGS COME OUT!!
YES I AM TALKING ABOUT THE EVILS CATS OF THIS WOULD!
i should make a slight correction; my comment is ment to instill the notion that ALL cats are evil, and not a select few cats are.
they prance around like girls...even though many of them are guys...
they are moody and attack friends or family
they refuse to drink water that's been left out to long
and I have it on good authority that the males have hooks on their ding dongs that hurt the females!! IS THAT NOT MESSED UP!
and if this hasn't convinced you...
THEY SMOTHER BABIES BECAUSE THEY ARE JEALOUS FOR YOUR ATTENTION!!
These notions where enforced to me today at the provision of excerpts form the diaries of a dog and a cat: Many people died attaining this information...well the dog one we just asked...it was the cat one which our informants where slaughtered...evil b*******
here i give you excerpts from the diary of a dog and a cat
Excerpts from a Dogs Diary...
8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
Excerpts from a Cat's Diary...
Day 983 of my captivity.
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.
They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.
The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.
Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am.
Bastards!
There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event.
However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow - but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches.
The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.
The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe.
For now...
()())()()()()()()())()()()()()()())()()()()()()())()()()()()()())()()()()()()())()()()()()()())()()()()()()())()()()()()()())()()()()()
in my dreams I kick cats, during the day...I just fantasize about it
POSTED BY BRIAN AT 11:04 PM 1 COMMENTS
SUNDAY, FEBRUARY 1, 2009
ever missed something you loved...
This blog is often filled with randomness, or a quirky story. Tonight I feel like being serious. Not because its funny. Cause lately I have been reminded of something that I haven’t had in a while. Tonight I missed a part of me that I haven’t seen in a while but used to be a big part of me. It’s strange...so much of my time is dedicated to do so many things. Ministry, Uni, Church, work, family, Girlfriend, other Friends, best friends this list goes on. But often in this misty haze of it all I wonder how much is left for me. I used to spend time doing something that I liked, that I could get lost in, that I could focus on, and that I could be me. Yet as time got on...the things of the past faded away...
When I was a child I used to think like a Child, now that I am a man I need to put childish things aside. But when I was a child I was challenged to rethink people’s perception and do what I was good at, and what I was soon to love. Now that I am to put aside things of the past and focus on adults things...
Not many people know that in school I was a bit of a shadow. Never really stood out, I was not talented in anything really, I wasn’t smart like the Asians where, wasn’t good at sports, couldn’t carry a tune to save my life (though I often tried). But there was something that I was good at that made me happy and set me apart from most boys...not only that but most people my age. It made me feel like a somebody in a sea of nobodies. And someone saw it in me and helped me to find something that I would never forget.
- so here is the side story. There was a girl at my school...hottest girl in school. In grade 9 all the grade 12 guys where after her. she left in grade 10 and I was soon to find out she became a model in Sydney. Hot stuff...and being hot stuff wouldn’t give 2cents to know my name. She was one of the first to see it I guess. Soon she started talking to me, and when other boys wanted her time she would rush over to me and make sure no one bothered us. And when it was the other way round (girls wanting my time), she would rush over and make sure that no girls got near me. Scary and flattering at the same time! It finally clicked that she was serious about this passion when one day from across the room she death started me...pointed at herself...then pointed at me. And made a really angry face. And within two seconds jumped up and stole me away from any girl that had even the slighted thought of me...and at that time people began to notice me...THAT for a boy in grade 10...was THEEEEE cooolest thing in the world: The complete and utter attention of the hottest girl in school.
But I digress. During our "sessions" together she taught me a lot. Opened my eyes to an area of my life I began to love and become better at. She taught me to push my limits and to not be stuck doing what everyone else was doing. At times she would sit with me at lunch and chat about what new things I could do, or something that she had just learnt that she wanted to teach me. Teachers began to talk to me bout joining classes and continued to encourage me at the time. And most of all she taught me that no matter what everyone else thought...I had to do it all for myself - she taught me this when she left...at the end of grade 10
Then through the years I began to grow, change and develop my passion. I got good at what I did, even asked to join some groups and schools. till one day I had no more time for it. See life took over. Life began to change,friends changed, priorities changed...responsibilities changed...I had to put away the things I did in the past. And look to what I had to do in the future.
but
inevitably...
your past always comes to give you a nudge...
I miss it
I miss what it was like to challenge myself.
I miss how it felt to finish something and be proud that it was completed
I miss letting go
and tonight i was reminded again of the things that i missed. the things that keep slipping away from my hands...and I felt sad that I lost it.
I wish I could have it back
I wish I could be challenged like that again
I wish I could become who I used to be
and the day I do it...
I hope no one knows....
not
even
YOU
peace :)
POSTED BY BRIAN AT 4:17 AM 1 COMMENTS
TUESDAY, JANUARY 27, 2009
Nong Shim Noodle
[insert NOOONG SHIM NOOODLE!!]
This story is dedicated to David Yu
He gave me clearity
He's smart
and most of all
he's a PRESBYTERIAN!
the story begins
on a loonely summers night...a group of young people are gathered before the nights rest...
People begin to feed at this late hour...the food of choice...instant noodles.
Our hero Brian the Brave begins to feast on a cup of noodles...wonton noodles. As our hero feasts on the bounty of wonton noodles a lone figure enters the room. His strides are strong...hair fading...when people look at him they consider him a force to be reckoned with...yet would forget his face soon after. His name....Dave YOOOOU!
He strides up to Brian the Brave...and sits down...
Dave - What flavour do'th the noodles be?
Brian - Wonton...
Dave - you know what would be nice...Nong Shim...
Brian - do you want some...I have some if you want...well something the same...
Dave - agreed...i will try this 'something the same' Nong Shim
minutes later
Dave - this 'something the same' Nong Shim was NOT the same!
Brian - Be it truue!!
Dave - YES! IT BEEEEEE TRUUE!! it lacked the proper vegetables!! NO MUSHROOMS!!
Brian - I must see this for myself...
as our hero tries the Something the same Nong Shim Noodles...But not quite Nong Shim Noodles...he discovers the horrible truth!
Brian - this 'something the same' Nong Shim IS NOT THE SAAAME!!
Dave - It be truee!
Brian - YES! It beeeee true! it lacked the proper vegetables...there was noooo mushrooms!
Dave - you saw it for youself...there is only one conclusion...
Brian - Be we Nong Shim Noodle men?
Dave - yes! we be Nong Shim men!
Brian - We must Eat Nong Shim
Dave - agreed
Our Heroes ventured forth to the land of coles to get their Nong Shim Noodles...
that night returning triumphantly feast on their Nong Shim Noodles.
Brian - Its guud...
Dave - Yes it is...
Brian and Dave - Nothing Beats Nong Shim Noodles!!
random story?
yes?
so you should go eat some Nong Shim Noodles
http://au.youtube.com/watch?v=JV1NooPjFko
a video on how to eat Nong Shim Noodles
POSTED BY BRIAN AT 3:45 AM 5 COMMENTS
THURSDAY, JANUARY 8, 2009
The man who can't be moved
Often I drive round singing songs I don't really understand, and lately cause I drive round so much I have been trying to listen to lyrics of songs and find their true meaning. It's amazing what passes for popular nowadays. Take for example: A song by a relatively new band on the radio The Script: The man who can't be moved: http://au.youtube.com/watch?v=FW6F_g3upKA
Also the lyrics for you to read or follow along
Going back to the corner where I first saw you,
Gonna camp in my sleeping bag I'm not gonna move,
Got some words on cardboard got your picture in my hand,
Saying if you see this girl can you tell her where I am,
Some try to hand me money they don't understand,
I'm not...broke I'm just a broken hearted man,
I know it makes no sense, but what else can I do,
How can I move on when I'm still in love with you...
Cos if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me,
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be,
Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet,
And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.
So I'm not moving...
I'm not moving.
Policeman says son you can't stay here,
I said there's someone I'm waiting for if it's a day, a month, a year,
Gotta stand my ground even if it rains or snows,
If she changes her mind this is the first place she will go.
Cos if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me,
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be,
Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet,
And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.
So I'm not moving...
I'm not moving.
I'm not moving...
I'm not moving.
People talk about the guy
Who's waiting on a girl...
Oohoohwoo
There are no holes in his shoes
But a big hole in his world...
Hmmmm
and maybe I'll get famous as man who can't be moved,
And maybe you won't mean to but you'll see me on the news,
And you'll come running to the corner...
Cos you'll know it's just for you
I'm the man who can't be moved
I'm the man who can't be moved...
Cos if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me,
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be,
Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet,
And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.
[Repeat in background]
So I'm not moving!!!
I'm not moving!
I'm not moving!!!
I'm not moving!
Going back to the corner where I first saw you,
Gonna camp in my sleeping bag not I'm not gonna move.
For your convenience a link:
now melodically I quite like it cause of the falsetto...AAAAAAAAAAAAAAIiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii James Blunt style...
but then I got to listening to the lyrics...and felt desturbed.
Think about it...If this guy was my friend...lets call him Script...
we be all like
Brian - "Hey yooo Script! what you up to man, I'm hungry lets go to Sunnybank for some food!"
and he be all like
Script - "Nahh maan, I'm waiting for Jane [lets say thats her name for convenience sake]"
Brian - "huh? you guys broke up last week. Are you guys catching up again or something?"
Script - "Naah maaan, I'm waiting on the corner where we first met. And I'm not gona move till she comes to her senses and finds me here."
Brian - "yooo maan, come on...that wierd....i'll come and pick you up and take you out"
Script - "I'm on the corner, we I first saw her, gona camp in my sleeping bag and not gona move"
Later that day on the corner where they first met
Brian - "So this is where you first meet Jane. How long you going to stay here...I'm hungry..."
Script - "Mabye if one day she'll wake up and find that shes missing me,
And her heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be,
Thinking maybe she'll come back here to the place that we'd meet,
And she'll see me waiting for her on the corner of the street.
Brian - ".........................."
Later that day...
Brian - "hey isn't this my sleeping bag?"
Script - "People will talk about me, and she will here."
Brian - "This is my sleeping bag isn't it..
Script - "Yep"
2 minutes later
Brian - "Say you can actually stand this...what if the cops come"
Script - "Policeman says son you can't stay here,
I said there's someone I'm waiting for if it's a day, a month, a year,
Gotta stand my ground even if it rains or snows,
If she changes her mind this is the first place she will go."
Brian - "You'll be famous"
Script - "Yup..."
Brian - "probably not for the right things though"
Script - "Yup..."
2 hours later
Brian - "This is wierd maan...on gone"
So there we go...even though the music lyrics sounds "sweet" the reality is...it is wierd...beyond wierd...it is creapy...*shivers*
So next time you listen to are listening to a song, actually listen to it...it might not be a cool as you think...
WEDNESDAY, JANUARY 7, 2009
the simple pleasures in life
Whilst driving along I noticed something that always gives me a little thrill when ever I see it. Lately I have been abusing the aircon in my car. But have you ever driven along, and when you turn on your aircon, it spews out cold vapour...or fog. It's cool! I hold my hand up to it as if I am absorbing something. It makes me feel like I am drawing it into me. Like Power or the essence of something...like in a movie...soo next time your driving along...blast your aircon for a bit. Then turn it off for a minute or soo...then blast it again...and you to might get to see the cold vapour from the aircon...
aaahh the simple pleasures in life
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SUNDAY, DECEMBER 28, 2008
Twilight
[insert lame twilight picture]
So with the release of the new 'vampire' movie...and I use the term very loosely...very. I figured my return to the blog scene would centre on this reinvention of this ancient genre.
Lets begin at the inception of this blog...a discussion with my girlfriend’s little sister, who is obsessed with the series.
Little Choi - “the vampires glisten in the day”
Me – “what the heck? Glisten? Wait...why are they out in the day?”
Little Choi – “well these vampires don’t actually get hurt in the day...they glisten and be’come shiny”
Me - “..............”
Now at this point I must recognise that even though I was not SAYING anything...I was talking...a lot...in my head.
Me “...why wouldn’t a vampire FRY under the light...they are creatures of the darkness! If they could walk during the day then they would be creatures of ...whatever... actually...they would just be humans!!”
It became apparent to me that this new breed of vampire we be more gay then Carson from Queer eye for the straight guy...or his new series How to look good naked...that guy is cool...gay but cool: But I diverge.
Going to the source then I attempted to try to understand the stories of these books and thenceforth went the body of all such knowledge. Wikipedia!
Filling myself with as much information as possible without having to actually read the book...I gained a great revelation...these where the pansyest vampires ever! Like The Jets and The Sharks from West Side Story...these bad ass creatures of the dark became nothing more than a bunch of pretty boys with bad makeup dancing around.
Now I cast you to the 2002 movie adaptation of Anne Rice’s 3rd novel in The Vampire Chronicles series. Queen of the Damned Directed by Michael Rymer. Our internally torn Vampire hero Lestat who was once brilliantly played by Tom Cruise has now become a relative unknown Stewert Townsend. Now this wasn’t as killer instinct as Tom cruise; he was actually kinda pretty-boyish. But throught the movie he showed that he was still pretty bad ass. This guy still (to an extent) pulled off the pissed off...internally torn vampire with a conscience.
This vampire is powerful! This vampire is evil...there is no drinking of animal blood...this is drinking of human blood...kill the weak cause I am FREAKIN VAMPIRE!! I will kill you all! humanity sucks!!
Now Edward is it? Is a vegetarian? WHAT THE HELL!!! Because he feels baaad for humanity...now if I have learned anything about Vampires is that they are arrogant.. cause they can be...
Reasons:
Super human strength – because they are creatures of darkness.
Ability to transcend their human bodies – because they are supernatural
Drink blood - because they are the undead and need it to stay immortal.
Immortality - because they are supernatural
We all know this stuff...
Things they don’t like? which might not make them soo arrogant?
Garlic – some have explained that this is a myth: whilst other explain that there is a bacterial or a gene within garlic which is poisonous.
Silver – once again poisonous to vampires. Silver Nitrate also works.
Sunlight – now because they are Creatures of the Dark they cant stand the light...hence creatures of the dark....like all things that go bump in the night...they can’t bump in the day!
All of which can kill Vampires...and makes them scary but killable
Now with this ramble out of the way...
I refuse to watch twilight...cause if I do I might see a Vampire in the Cinemas...really pissed off...Unless its day...CAUSE THEY DONT GO OUT IN THE DAYLIGHT!!!
POSTED BY BRIAN AT 3:36 AM 1 COMMENTS
TUESDAY, DECEMBER 16, 2008
sorry to my two fans
apologies to those who read my blog
i am updating it....
i promise
il update it more diligently...
i just got lazy!
POSTED BY BRIAN AT 4:52 PM 1 COMMENTS
TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 4, 2008
Obsessed fans:
Upon watching a report on the nature of obsessed fans and how often their behaviour becomes quite destructive I began to consider to what extent does a person go from fandom to...crazy...
It often begins with Fascination
This world is filled with people looking towards the rich and famous as a source of fascination. They lead lives which we wish for ourselves, or they do things in which we could only dream of. But often fans want more. Some are convinced they have a relationship with their target or person of admiration. Their passions often become illogical as events are personalised or internalised. For example: What happened to person X? ...and then totally out of context obsessed fan says...He had a really good time doing (Insert object of admiration)... Hey what’s happening to (insert object of admiration) next year?....everyone is confused
Obsession
Obsession is defined as a compulsive preoccupation with a fixed idea. It is often linked with an unreasonable idea or emotion. People begin to obsess about their objects of admiration, a person, a team or a target. Every part of their life becomes related to it. Even simple news or associations to their the objects of admiration become externalised. For example; what are we going to do on Sunday. I don’t know just as long as it doesn’t interrupt (insert object of admiration).
Terror
Often when fans just go to far people are forced into fear because of their actions. Scotland Yard Detective Inspector Hamish Brown stated “I have seen at first hand the terrible distress to victims that stalking and harassment can cause”. Sometimes when people are too big of fans they begin to scare those around them with their fandom. They push it too far. Getting emotional or angry unexpectedly. Sometimes it not even that far...sometimes they just do strange things which are over the top, but on reflection the moments will bring a sense of fear. For example: Fan attends everything related to (insert object of admiration) and constantly chats about (insert object of admiration). One day he is wearing a green V neck (for those who don’t understand, boys don’t wear V necks)...his response to the query (insert object of admiration).
The danger...
Often people think being a fan is all right, that it’s just a hobby or its simple fun.
But when it gets taken to far...you become and obsessed fan.
Things obsessed fans have done.
Stalked people
Sent inappropriate gifts
Written personal letters to people they don’t know
Watched people
Followed people
Hurt people...Killed people...
Do you know an obsessed fan? Do you need to stop them...
Scroll down...
[insert picture of Jak Wat]
Now insert Wasabi into (insert object of admiration)
OBSESSED FAN!! WATCH OUT!
POSTED BY BRIAN AT 8:40 PM 0 COMMENTS
MONDAY, OCTOBER 27, 2008
its coooming...dont you fret
to all my fans...all three of you....
dont worry
ill do another blog soon
how do people spend so much time doing blogs?
i need some material...
ill go hang out with ping
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WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 1, 2008
they call him...kevjumba
dedicated to Caleb. without you I would not know the saying "chooi" and kevjumba
so they call him kevjumba, he is...simply put...annoying!
he is the kind of asian that makes asians feel like hanging their heads...
he is the kind of asian that makes asians feel like saying...he does not represent me...
he is the kind of asian that makes asians want to beat him up...
yes i said it...
i want to beat up kevjumba
His incoherent rants are not entertaining
they are not funny
his editing style is not one to be desired...
he is...
and idiot...
after i watched his clip, I felt like the world was a little dumber.
in total i have spent 15minutes watching kevjumba....15minutes i will never get back...
some may compare our mediums and say...
"but Brian! Don't you do the same thing but in written blog form?"
i say...
"YOU DARE COMPARE ME TO HIM!!"
Some of you may have noted that I have not posted a link to Kev...well...deal....
you can youtube him if you that desporate...
but I warn you...
everytime someone says "I don't believe in fairies!" a fairy drops dead
everytime a child hears "no more lollies" their heart breaks
everytime someone watches Kevjumba...the human intellect drops just that little bit more
this post is dedicated to Caleb Fung...indirectly because of you...i am a little bit more stupid...
peace out
brian
POSTED BY BRIAN AT 3:14 AM 1 COMMENTS
THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 25, 2008
red and green squiggly lines
Recently I held a workshop at a camp on the workings of true and false Christianity based on Mathew 13.
of all the things I could talk about which happened as a result of this workshop; I choose to explore the nature of the comment I received from my sister-in-law by proxy
The description of these events is based on my own imagination rooted in the feedback I had received from those who had been involved in the situation...
"It was a warm spring afternoon and the children had departed from the workshop which would make or break their walk with God...
a lone figure in the background paced and watched as each of the children left...one...by...one...
her target...
a copy of the workshop!
as one of the children left, she spotted what she had been anticipating.
A stray handout sheet!!!
She pounces like half cat-half ninja shadow; as to attain the handout without anyone noticing.
Success fills her heart...the only evidence left behind is a quaff of wind kicking up dust.
As she scans the document in her fortress of solitude; she seeks the one thing she has been after...
Spelling and grammar mistakes
Brian’s arch nemeses speech pathology lady looks to bring him down from the inside...through his flaws!!
BUT WHAT IS THIS!!
The spelling!!
The grammer!!
Its all
CORRECT!!
What happened? What is she to do! She seeks to resolve this by colluding with her strongest ally. The Dai Low (Cantonese for big brother)
The Dai Low has one of the largest sources of information on Brian. In his 27years of collecting information, he has the dirt on the one called Brian. He has dedicated his life to this...and 2 years ago he created the ultimate union on the anti Brian movement...he married speech pathology lady.
Speech pathology lady entered The Dai Low’s lair. She showed him the document...both perplexed about this document that stood before them. Their assumption this was a copy from a study that was written by someone else. Possibly stolen from world wide web...aka www
More investigation was needed”
Elsewhere... at the meeting of the CiA leader league...
“Brian...your workshop has been questioned!
JUMPING JILLERGERS Brian what will you do!!
Brian nothing random statement boy (Jack)...It all ok...
Did steal the study from the world wide web? Or based it off a previously written study?
Brian - No! I wrote it myself!!
*GAAASP!!!!*
BUT THE SPELLING AND GRAMMER WHERE ALL CORRECT!!
Brian – give us a break...ETL (play on ESL English second language)
.....
Brian – English Third Language
They all applauded even though they all did not know why...For Brian had fended off his enemies!!!
But secretly he thought to himself...
Thank you Office 2007 - Word...
Your green and red squiggles have saved me once again...
Right click...select...
WORLD FULL OF STORIES AND PATTERNS OF THOUGHT. WELCOME TO ENVISAGE
THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 25, 2008
the return of the blog
after a really freakin long break...the blog returns...i will endever to blog more as to develop more of a reflective nature in my life...
and it begins...
POSTED BY BRIAN AT 7:20 PM 0 COMMENTS
MONDAY, JULY 21, 2008
envisage goes interactive
I will not be doing the zombie post as of yet...but have decided to go interactive!
i pose this question to you the reader...
What is the most useless part of the body?
i feel the male nipples are completely useless? I mean...at least every other part of the male body has sooome function, though minor it may seem? Yet the male nipples do nothing...absolutely nothing...
some try to create functions out of them...by piercing them...whilst others describe how they create will say they make the chest esthetically pleasing....but at the end of the day...they have no function...
your TURN!
from Brian
POSTED BY BRIAN AT 4:46 PM 4 COMMENTS
SUNDAY, JULY 13, 2008
soon to come...
next blog...the what would happen if the world went Zombie...
POSTED BY BRIAN AT 10:40 PM 0 COMMENTS
the long awaited return
welcome to the long awaited return of random thoughts...I must apologies to those who visit this site as I have currently taken up placement at the Mater Children's Hospital which leaves me little time to do anything at all!!
to Ivan I say "I have returned"
onto the topic at hand
i would in many ways call myself a purist:
wikipedia defines purists as:
A purist is one who desires that a particular item remain true to its essence and free from adulterating or diluting influences. The term may be used in almost any field, and can be applied either to the self or to others.
Things should remain as they where intended without all this post modern let me have it my way mumbo jumbo.
FOR EXAMPLE
COKE
the great refresher...if you cant handle the sugar...go drink water...why create diet coke? what the heck is coke zero? If mankind has decided that Coke in its pure form is much to much for his taste...GO HAVE A CRY AND DRINK SOMETHING ELSE. If your to fat don't drink Coke, if you wana decrease your sugar intake...don't drink Coke...if your watching your weight? watch Coke!!! don't change it and try to drink it!!
and on this topic...what the heck is with flavored coke? Hath not the full flavor of Coke not settled your taste buds'? To the extent you wish to add a fruity flavor to it? FRUIT AND COKE DONT GO TOGETHER PEOPLES!!! DRINK FANTA IF YOU WANT FRUITY!
Cherry coke
Vanilla coke
Lime coke
all brought out recently to the Australian market...all stupid ideas
may I note that the American market has several flavors of coke...all stupid...like the country :D
Coffee
On a similar rant to Coke, i would like to express my disdain for those in the world that like to molest coffee...by adding flavors to it...I have tried many of them...vanilla coffees, hazelnut coffees...why are you altering the pure lovely taste of coffee which makes it NOT coffee...you cant taste the coffee anymore!!
AND ESPECIALLY THOSE WHO TAINT THE GOLDEN BEAN WITH SOMETHING LIKE.......
SOY MILK!!!
Yes, I have tried it
Yes, it was more then once
Yes, I would take Master Fungs approach to these people and punch them in the face...
It makes the coffee experience watery and WEIRDLY nutty? what is up with that!!
LEAVE COOFFEEE ALOONE!!! LEAVE IT ALOOONE!!
I in very much of a way like to separate savory and sweet.
no Apple sauce on my roast port, i'll have meat sauce...
no fruit in my salad please...i'll stick with vegetables...
I would say i like to explore with food, but in very much of a sense...foods taste good with certain things...and others...NOT...so I'm sorry...please separate the savory and sweet things...ill have them later...
finally my purist thoughts wish me to point out an important issue in my life....A CAR SHOULD REMAIN A CAR. Not battery controlled 1.5tone toys...like the hybrid...no bio-fuel or mixed ethonol solutions...which could potentially set my engine on FIRE...if something goes into my car...i wish an explosive power as a result...
the only way you can make petrol better...is purifying it...and making optimum fuel...
or even better
rocket fuel...
peace out
will try to write soon..
Wang Chan
POSTED BY BRIAN AT 10:14 PM 3 COMMENTS
MONDAY, JUNE 30, 2008
the flaws of Ghost Stories
recently whilst sitting round a camp fire i had the privilege of listening to a ghost story...
prepare yourself for what is...CONSISTENTLY FULL OF FLAWS!!
the story begins...(ps thanks sisi for the material)
it begins with a young chinese couple in love, the girlfriend of the couple bitterly jealous of her boyfriends relationships warns him that if he ever cheats on her she will kill herself and come back to haunt him! Utterly confused the boyfriend denies ever having cheated on her or even considering it...
a couple of days later the girlfriend is in the boyfriends apartment and she overhears a msg left on her boyfriends answering machine. The msg left hints at the fact that her boyfriend is having an affair. Bitterness grips the girl and she turns to the bedroom to fulfill her threat. According to Chinese legend she dresses in red insuring that she will become a angry bitter Ghost and throws herself out of his window falling several stories and landing on her head.
When the boyfriend returns he find the police and ambulance arrived. Hearing the circumstances around the suicide and listening to his answering machine he is in great fear of his life. He calls upon a voodoo man to help him with a potential Ghost problem. The Voodoo man cast spells and lines the apartment with charms...
as he leaves he gives a final warning
voodoo man - one final warning, if you are sleeping at night and you hear someone trying to enter the room i want you to HIDE under you bed!! CLOSE YOUR EYES AND DONT LOOK!! wait until morning and you will be safe....
with this warning the voodoo man leave. And the man is left alone to fend for himself.
as he is settling into settling into sleep he tosses and turn being unable rest. He watches the clock and as it reaches 12 he begins to hear soft noises in the room outside. Thump...thump...thump...until the sound it just outside his door
gently his door knob rattles and the man launches under his bed and closes his eyes.
The door handle click, as the door swings open...the thumps begin to make their closer and closer, thump...thump...THUMP...THUMP...the man lays still...eye firmly shut...as the sound stop seemingly almost beside him.
Silence....
Then...
I SEEE YOOOOOOOU!!!
As the voodoo man comes to visit the man he is greeted by a policeman. Telling him he is a close friend of the owner of the apartment the voodoo man is allowed to enter. He is informed that the police were called late at night because of a disturbance at the house. They found the owner of the apartment dead, twisted and mangled under his bed.
With a final question the voodoo man asks how his girlfriend was found dead. The policeman replied, when she landed her head was separated from his body...
The voodoo man realised...she came back from the dead as a head...she would have had to move around on the floor...and if he hadn’t have told the man to hid under his bed...he could have still been alive today.
SCAREY!!!
Though many of you maybe scared atm! I find certain inconsistencies in the story.
1 – if you are in love. WHY THE HECK WOULD YOU THREATEN TO HAUNT YOUR BOYFRIEND! People in love don’t say that ... you psycho nut.
2 – why would you stay with her!! Warning signs of CRAAASSSY right there!
lets skip forward a bit...ok you find out your boyfriend is cheating and want to kill youself to haunt him...not what i would do but to each their own.
3 - how does dressing in red help you!! and why would that be scary!!!
this is a picture of a girl in a red dress...for convenience sake she is also asian
[insert picture of girl in red dress]
i don’t know about you...thats kinda sexy...and in no way SCARY!! Next point...
4 – knowing that your girlfriend has just killed herself from your apartment in hopes to haunt you...why would you sleep there!!! Move house!! Stay at a friends place!!! GET OUT YOU NUTCASE!
5 – the voodoo guy! If you have just PAID a guy to ghost proof your house and he tells you if someone is at your door hide under your bed...you question his technique of protecting the house! WHY if you say a bunch of mumbo jumbo around my house and put up a bunch of charms that should protect me, COULD SHE POSSIBLY BE ABLE TO GET TO MY DOOR!! If I pay you to protect my house! No Ghost, ghoul, vampire, werewolf or even Michael Jackson should penetrate these walls!
6 – how the HECK should hiding under the bed help? Should I take my blanket too? So I can cover myself as a shield of un-penetratable cotton!
7 – if a Ghost is in my room, and I’m not in bed...why wouldn’t they look under the bed...if I’m looking for someone and they are not in bed, I will look in other places. And if the sun rises at 6am...and I’m there at 12 midnight. That give’s me 6 hours to eventually look UNDER THE BED!!
8 – I have concerns about a HEAD flopping around. I mean I get how a head could possible move around on the floor by rolling, and even...the unimaginable jumping round. BUT HOW DOES A HEAD TURN A DOOR KNOB...for those who don’t believe me...go try and turn one right now with your face!!
9 – if I was killed by my ghost girlfriend...I would seek revenge on the voodoo guy...he stole my money, freaked me out, gave me bad advice, and finally...does not have a clue about Ghosts.
10 – finally if you are a Ghost, and have the ability to come back from the dead...wouldn’t you want to do something alot better then haunting your ex? I rekon there would be alot more better hottie ghost around there...
Final thoughts...
I reckon you can poke holes in most to ALL ghost stories...
Peace out
Wang Chan
POSTED BY BRIAN AT 6:31 PM 2 COMMENTS
and it begins
after much procrastinating as well as several comments from others of 'don't worry how it looks just write something'
it has begun...
http://envisagethisat.blogspot.com/
hope you enjoy reading my old random threads :D
