Seven things you plan to do before you die:
1) Bungie jump off a tall building
2) Drive faster than 250kmh
3) Convert one of 'them'
4) Punch someone
5) Punch Puan Vimala and Puan Asmahan
6) Go to a Dream Theater concert
7) Edit: Get married with kids (no, not because this is the 'correct' answer)

Seven things you could do:
1) Use more 'docile' language
2) Be more patient
3) Study harder
4) Be nicer to the bloody idiotic Sunway guards (ok screwed up No. 1 already)
5) Be more acceptive of SMS language
6) Forgive Puan Vimala and Puan Asmahan
7) Stop shaking my leg(s)

Seven celebrity crushes:
1) Alicia Silverstone
2) Claire Danes (Edit: only in Romeo & Juliet - she looked shite in T3)
3) Jeniffer Aniston
4) Liesel Matthews
5) The Olsen Twins (when I was a kid)
6) Virginie Ledoyen
7) Larissa Oleynik

Seven often repeated words:
1) Bloody hell
2) What the hell
3) Oh shit
4) Ok ok sorry
5) Oh ok
6) Huh serious?
7) *shakes legs*

Seven physical traits I look for in the opposite sex:
1) Unpierced ears
2) Soft hair
3) Sweet smile
4) Double eyelids (the more, the better)
5) Smooth and unhairy skin
6) Clammy palms (no not you Enoch, you're not of the opposite sex)
7) You can fill this in yourself - you know what it is..

Edit: Ok ok so I should 'pass the bug'
1) Debbie Loh(since she already tagged herself... LOL)
2) Tupperware Joy
3) Grace Yong
4) Adrian Kok
5) Mark Leo
6) Su Chuen
7) GeekoBookClub

So let's say you have a kid. Pick a boy. Pick a girl. Or an intersexual. I don't care. And say you have been teaching them something for the last 41 years. Ok, so on the basis of this assumption, you tell me that you must be freaking old. What the hell, stay with me on this. Like I was saying, you've been teaching them something for hell of a long time. Something. Anything.

And one day, when they're all grown up, they tell you that you've taught them bollocks. You probably think they're wrong, but have you wondered if they could be right? What if all this while, what you have religiously believed in has been nothing more than a pile of turd? What if you have been led to believe that what you believe is true but you never bothered to check it out for yourself? Maybe it's because everyone else isn't. Maybe because everyone else is made to believe that it's true.

Back to your kid. If they one day decide that Santa Claus is real, how would you respond? Would you beat the crap out of them? Or let them wait under a plastic tree on Christmas eve? What if they had decided that chickens lay eggs as opposed to your theory that chicks are pushed through a very narrow passage? You would freak out wouldn't you?

Why wouldn't you freak out in the first scenario? Because you know that a fat man isn't going to appear with a sack full of toys and that your kids are going to sheepishly tell you the next day that they have been mistaken. But in the second scenario, you think to yourself "What if chickens really do lay eggs?". And your balls tighten and start to shrivel up. So, you stop them from telling everyone else what they think. That's what you would do, isn't it? That's what I would do.

Read another version of this story, albeit in real life, here.

Well said. I couldn't have said it better myself.

"Even the best fall down sometimes"

He's right.

The pastors were all away for a planning retreat last weekend so I thought it would be a good time to wear my FCUK shirt since something like this is about as rare (and fictional) as UFO sightings. Then I started thinking, "What the hell is wrong with wearing an FCUK shirt?" You can read it any way you want, but I am pretty damned sure about the way I read it. I agree, it sure as hell sends out messages bursting with sexual innuendoes but you know, at least the people who made these shirts had the guts to be self-expressive.

I hate it when uber-conservative people try to tell you that wearing a "too busy to FCUK" T-shirt is wrong. Or getting a tattoo on your shoulder. Or piercing your ear or nose or lip or tongue or wherever the hell else you think is worth the pain. Why do we have to be boring in order to get to heaven? What is up with the mindset that Christians have to be weirdos? I know we're supposed to be different in terms of our moral values but for crying out loud, for whatever you deem is inappropriate for you to do, don't force it on the others who don't agree.

Whether or not you want to wear or tear these shirts is absolutely at your whim. But what really ticks me off is the negative attention a certain T-shirt company is getting for making provocative Christian T shirts.

The pursuit of self-expression is not a bad thing in itself . We live in an age where maybe more than ever, everyone is searching for identity and meaning in life. This is a culture of many diverse social sub-groups, not so much anymore gender mainstream counter-culture thinking. We have a responsibility to question the mainstream cultural thinking. Jesus was never boring, but rather provoked the pharisees. God has made everybody special and different. Why the hell can't we embrace that? Nevermind that the certain group of boring farts who live and breathe hymnal books aren't creative and/or self-expressive, but it really irks me that these are the same idiots who would bring hades to earth for those who choose to be.

It's just a bloody T-shirt. It's not like we are a bunch of mentally deranged people blowing up trains or crashing planes into tall buildings in the name of self expression.

In short, keep it real.

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Sorry Derrick, totally forgot. Hahahaha.

So I was stopped by IKEA yesterday to get a table lamp in view of the fact that exams are round the corner.

The cat hopped over the cow and jumped over the moon.

Now if you thought that was really abrupt and random, then you should have been in IKEA yesterday afternoon. I was just looking around and suddenly they decide that some Mat Rock band was the way to go. What the hell?! It's IKEA! Swedish! Svenska! How does "Akuuuuuuuu cintamu selebar laut......" in any way portray that?! It had totally no relevance to the theme whatsoever and it sounded devastatingly horrible! Like somebody was castrating a band of pigs or something. Although highly inappropriate and insanely obscene, they would have done a better job if they had brought in out-of-work local grads to dress up as slutty vikings and give every customer who spends above 500 bucks a lapdance. And extra "added" services to people who buy a couch. Or a kitchen cabinet.

Wouldn't have been too hard for them anyway since you don't have to speak much English to be a stripper.