I just made these posters for Student Council. I'm not sure which i prefer.
Black
or
White
Black
or
White
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Mecca dauber or betting pencil?
I just read Jason's latest blog post:
http://jasonbabytiger6.blogspot.com/2007/05/virgra-anyone.html
Now to finally end the debate of whether Jason has an anaconda or an earthworm.
Photographic evidence tells all! (I kinda feel like Ryan Seacrest on E!, urgh... :s)
At least it lights up :D
O well Jason and Ram, just be amazed.
Ehh....camwhore
http://jasonbabytiger6.blogspot.com/2007/05/virgra-anyone.html
Now to finally end the debate of whether Jason has an anaconda or an earthworm.
Photographic evidence tells all! (I kinda feel like Ryan Seacrest on E!, urgh... :s)
At least it lights up :D
O well Jason and Ram, just be amazed.
Ehh....camwhore
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Caucasian Oriental
I think these paintings are beautiful.
On another note, it seems to me that this is the only time mat sallehs look good in oriental clothing.
All paintings taken from here.
On another note, it seems to me that this is the only time mat sallehs look good in oriental clothing.
All paintings taken from here.
Saturday, May 26, 2007
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Marjuana Smuggler
Picture taken from http://tlf.cx/bilder/employment.jpg
If I was an employer, I'd honestly hire this guy over the another guy who got 11A1s in SPM (not that SPM results mean anything anyway). I once thought of creating another joint blog: Extremely Villanous and Intelligent Lot (EVIL).
Monday, May 07, 2007
Smart Jokes
These are two jokes I saw the other day online. I don't know what's worse- the fact that I understand the jokes, or the fact that I gave an actual chuckle. Damn, I feel geek.
First one is a chemistry joke:
The next one is a mathematical joke, so since I take specialist maths...but I'm sure the further maths people will get it too.
Now I bet you feel geek too.
8)
8)
Wind
Carry, carry, carry,
Over field and lake and sound
Through thick forest and open ground
From great tunnels to tiny mounds.
Sprint the meadow ripple the lake
Petite petals opening in wake
Auriferous leaves in grass you rake
Breath of hollows you swiftly take.
Sway the trees now shaded gilt
Caress the stalks that always tilt
Lift the flowers lest they wilt
Stir the pond of silver silt.
Gently swoop pass Billy Brown
Pull his kite from earthly bounds
High above all mortal crowns
Forever never will it be down.
Carry, carry, carry,
Carry these words of thine
Trickle her ears with whisper wine
Let her know 'I am Hers, she is Mine'.
Warren Chan 05/05/07
You know, I am not the type of person who sits down and suddenly thinks of writing a poem. I'm the type who writes a poem every once in a while when there is some sudden inspiration to it. And this doesn't necessarily mean an emotion, it can sometimes be events or objects. Take this poem for example, it is not inspired by love or anything close to it despite the fact that the last few lines clearly show that emotion. This poem was actually inspired when I was looking out my computer window at the wind blowing the durian tree. Thus, it is for this reason that my poems come out at irregular intervals, sometimes I produce maybe a poem every two weeks, or sometimes I produce one in three months. (Lately though i have produced quite a lot..must be the fact that hot afternoons make me daydream more :P) Cheers all =)
Over field and lake and sound
Through thick forest and open ground
From great tunnels to tiny mounds.
Sprint the meadow ripple the lake
Petite petals opening in wake
Auriferous leaves in grass you rake
Breath of hollows you swiftly take.
Sway the trees now shaded gilt
Caress the stalks that always tilt
Lift the flowers lest they wilt
Stir the pond of silver silt.
Gently swoop pass Billy Brown
Pull his kite from earthly bounds
High above all mortal crowns
Forever never will it be down.
Carry, carry, carry,
Carry these words of thine
Trickle her ears with whisper wine
Let her know 'I am Hers, she is Mine'.
Warren Chan 05/05/07
You know, I am not the type of person who sits down and suddenly thinks of writing a poem. I'm the type who writes a poem every once in a while when there is some sudden inspiration to it. And this doesn't necessarily mean an emotion, it can sometimes be events or objects. Take this poem for example, it is not inspired by love or anything close to it despite the fact that the last few lines clearly show that emotion. This poem was actually inspired when I was looking out my computer window at the wind blowing the durian tree. Thus, it is for this reason that my poems come out at irregular intervals, sometimes I produce maybe a poem every two weeks, or sometimes I produce one in three months. (Lately though i have produced quite a lot..must be the fact that hot afternoons make me daydream more :P) Cheers all =)
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