was watching katt williams tht day and saw this part of his video tht reminded me of some ppl. very true and effing funny

tomorrow PD till sunday and next week friday PT1. shit.

just got back from camp yesterday in Jeram Besu with a group of 20 something of my frens.and the camp was fucking fucking Awesome. the activities, the shits we talked and everything was awesome. learnt a lot of things also :). but it was tiring. 

3 days a week class might sound fun. but do not be deceived. in ACCA nothing is fun except the breaks. :). however, ive been enjoying life too much since sem started, even before tht actually and tht might be my undoing. so have to start being serious :D.


-a man's heart is a fragile thing and broken once too many times isnt to good his for health. but well we learn from our mistakes. and mine was a big one. but life goes on as it is too short to be thinking about the mistakes made.

a word of advice to all-dont use other ppl's money fr our own entertainment shamelessly.

u act like a saint in front of other people,

Caroline! Caroline! 
All the guys would say she's mighty fine 
But mighty fine only got you somewhere half the time 
And the other half either got you cursed out, or coming up short 
Yeah, now dig this, even though (even though) 
You'd need a golden calculator to divide (to divide) 
The time it took to look inside and realize that 
Real guys go for real down to Mars girls, yeah! 

I know you'd like to thank your shit don't stank 
But lean a little bit closer 
See that roses really smell like boo-boo 
Yeah, roses really smell like boo-boo 

Caroline! See she's the reason for the word "bitch" (bitch) 
I hope she's speeding on the way to the club 
Trying to hurry up to get to some 
Baller or singer or somebody like that 
And try to put on her makeup in the mirror 
And crash, crash, crash.. into a ditch! (Just Playing!) 
She needs a golden calculator to divide (to divide) 
The time it took to look inside and realize that 
Real guys go for real down to Mars girls, yeah! 

Tht day in class Vin Son started talking about Sonnet 18 out of the blue and i for once appreciated literature once i came home and googled and read it. Well, here it is.

Have you ever wondered why A, B, C, D, DD, E, F, G, and H are the letters used to define bra sizes?If you have wondered why, but couldn't figure out what the letters stood for, it is about time you became informed! 

A} Almost Boobs... 
{B} Barely there... 
{C} Can't Complain!...
{D} Dang!... 
{DD} Double dang!... 
{E} Enormous!...
{F} Fake... 
{G} Get a Reduction...
{H}! Help me , I've fallen and I can't get up!... 

They forgot the German bra. 
Holtzemfromfloppen  

:D

My wife sat down on the couch next to me as I was flipping channels. She asked, 'What's on TV?' 

I said, 'Dust.' 

And then the fight started... 

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My wife was hinting about what she wanted for our upcoming anniversary. She said, 'I want something shiny that goes from 0 to 150 in about 3 seconds.' 

I bought her a scale. 

And then the fight started... 


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When I got home last night, my wife demanded that I take her someplace expensive... so, I took her to a gas station. 

And then the fight started... 


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After retiring, I went to the Social Security office to apply for Social Security. The woman behind the counter asked me for my driver's license to verify my age.. I looked in my pockets and realized I had left my wallet at home. I told the woman that I was very sorry, but I would have to go home and come back later. 

The woman said, 'Unbutton your shirt'. So I opened my shirt revealing my curly silver hair. She said, 'That silver hair on your chest is proof enough for me' and she processed my Social Security application. 

When I got home, I excitedly told my wife about my experience at the Social Security office. 

She said, 'You should have dropped your pants. You might have gotten disability, too.' 

And then the fight started... 



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My wife and I were sitting at a table at my high school reunion, and I kept staring at a drunken lady swigging her drink as she sat alone at a nearby table. 

My wife asked, 'Do you know her?' 

'Yes,' I sighed, 'She's my old girlfriend. I understand she took to drinking right after we split up those many years ago, and I hear she hasn't been sober since.' 

'My God!' says my wife, 'who would think a person could go on celebrating that long?' 

And then the fight started... 



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I took my wife to a restaurant. The waiter, for some reason, took my order first. 

"I'll have the strip steak, medium rare, please." 

He said, "Aren't you worried about the mad cow?"" 

Nah, she can order for herself." 

And then the fight started... 

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A woman is standing nude, looking in the bedroom mirror. 
She is not happy with what she sees and says to her husband, 
'I feel horrible; I look old, fat and ugly. 
I really need you to pay me a compliment.' 

The husband replies, 'Your eyesight's damn near perfect.' 

And then the fight started..... 

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I tried to talk my wife into buying a case of Miller Light for $14.95. 

Instead, she bought a jar of cold cream for $7.95. 

I told her the beer would make her look better at night than the cold cream. 

And then the fight started.... 

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My wife asked me if a certain dress made her butt look big. I told her not as much as the dress she wore yesterday 

and then the fight started..... 

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A man and a woman were asleep like two innocent babies. 

Suddenly, at 3 o'clock in the morning, a loud noise came from outside. 

The woman, bewildered, jumped up from the bed and yelled at the man 'Holy crap. That must be my husband!' 

So the man jumped out of the bed; scared and naked jumped out the window. He smashed himself on the ground, ran through a thorn bush and to his car as fast as he could go. 

A few minutes later he returned and went up to the bedroom and screamed at the woman, 'I AM your husband!' 

The woman yelled back, 'Yeah, then why were you running?' 

And then the fight started..... 

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Saturday morning I got up early, quietly dressed, made my lunch, grabbed the dog, and slipped quietly into the garage. 

I hooked up the boat up to the truck, and proceeded to back out into a torrential downpour. 

The wind was blowing 50 mph, so I pulled back into the garage, turned on the radio, and discovered that the weather would be bad all day. 

I went back into the house, quietly undressed, and slipped back into bed. 

I cuddled up to my wife's back, now with a different anticipation, and whispered, 'The weather out there is terrible.' 

My loving wife of 10 years replied, 'Can you believe my stupid husband is out fishing in that?' 

And then the fight started ... 


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I asked my wife, "Where do you want to go for our anniversary?" 

It warmed my heart to see her face melt in sweet appreciation. "Somewhere I haven't been in a long time!" she said. 

So I suggested, "How about the kitchen?" 

And that's when the fight started.... 

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My wife and I are watching Who Wants To Be A Millionaire while we were in bed. I turned to her and said, "Do you want to have sex?" 

"No," she answered. 

I then said, "Is that your final answer?" 

She didn't even look at me this time, simply saying "Yes." 

So I said, "Then I'd like to phone a friend." 

And that's when the fight started.... 

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When our lawn mower broke and wouldn't run, my wife kept hinting to me that I should get it fixed. But, somehow I always had something else to take care of first: the truck, the car, e-mail, fishing, always something more important to me. 

Finally she thought of a clever way to make her point. 

When I arrived home one day, I found her seated in the tall grass, busily snipping away with a tiny pair of sewing scissors. 

I watched silently for a short time and then went into the house. I was gone only a few minutes. When I came out again I handed her a toothbrush. 

'When you finish cutting the grass,' I said, 'you might as well sweep the driveway.' 

and then the fight started... 

A man sat at a metro station in Washington DC and started to play
the violin; it was a cold January morning. He played six Bach pieces
for about 45 minutes. During that time, since it was rush hour, it was
calculated that thousand of people went through the station, most of
them on their way to work.

Three minutes went by and a middle aged man noticed there was
musician playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds and
then hurried up to meet his schedule.

A minute later, the violinist received his first dollar tip: a woman
threw the money in the till and without stopping continued to walk.

A few minutes later, someone leaned against the wall to listen to
him, but the man looked at his watch and started to walk again.
Clearly he was late for work.

The one who paid the most attention was a 3 year old boy. His mother
tagged him along, hurried but the kid stopped to look at the
violinist. Finally the mother pushed hard and the child continued to
walk turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by
several other children. All the parents, without exception, forced
them to move on.

In the 45 minutes the musician played, only 6 people stopped and
stayed for a while. About 20 gave him money but continued to walk
their normal pace. He collected $32. When he finished playing and
silence took over, no one noticed it. No one applauded, nor was there
any recognition.

No one knew this but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the best
musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces
ever written, with a violin worth 3.5 million dollars.

Two days before his playing in the subway, tickets for Joshua Bell's
performance at a theater in Boston were sold out and the seats
averaged $100.

This is a real story. Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro
station was organized by the Washington Post as part of an social
experiment about perception, taste and priorities of people. The
outlines were: in a commonplace environment at an inappropriate hour:
Do we perceive beauty? Do we stop to appreciate it? Do we recognize
the talent in an unexpected context?

One of the possible conclusions from this experience could be: If we
do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians
in the world playing the best music ever written, how many other
things are we missing?