Haha. I know my problem.

See, most people would go crazy if they were to speak to absolutely no one at all for like 6 hours.

That would be my daily scenario. And that's the reason why I stay online for so long.

Being online gives me an illusion of being 'not-alone'.

But being online distracts me from work.

So that's the problem. Staying offline makes me mad. Being online distracts me. Simple as that.

Can anyone help think of a solution? (btw, I don't think both can co-exist; that of staying online and doing work.)

What's wrong with me. I HAVE THIS EXTREME EXTREME FEAR OF HURTING PEOPLE. WHAT THE HELL.

in judo. in life. in class. going out. and all.

I HATE MYSELF!

I'm too nice for my own good.

Yeah, I should be mean, I should draw the lines and all. But I can't. I HATE MYSELF. For being too nice. For being a softie.

Slap me.

ARGH.

Oh well, on the other side, I'm not a girl. So that's not as bad.

DAMN ME!

fusing martial arts with gymnastics, acrobatics, dance and performing art, you get extreme martial arts.
 

this is awsome! discovery channel. click here to watch 

in case its too small to be read, it says soccer balls + rain = fucking idiots 

http://www.nydailynews.com/front/story/284403p-243554c.html

Super-HIV man
had sex with 100



BY PAUL H.B. SHIN
DAILY NEWS STAFF WRITER

BOSTON - The New York man who sparked fears of a powerful new strain of HIV had drug-fueled, unprotected sex with more than 100 men in the months before his diagnosis, a top researcher said yesterday.
Dr. David Ho of the Aaron Diamond AIDS Research Center in Manhattan will unveil today a case study of the unidentified man, who his team believes may harbor a mutant strain of the deadly virus.

Skeptical AIDS researchers from around the world believe the case is isolated and not the beginning of a new epidemic.

In a preview of the study, Ho said the new strain is resistant to 19 of 20 drugs used to fight the HIV virus and becomes full-blown AIDS in months, not years. The development led city health officials to send out a dire warning earlier this month.

"We don't know if this is an isolated case or if there are more cases out there," Ho told the Daily News.

The victim, who's in his mid-40s, participated in wild orgies fueled by crystal meth before becoming sick, Ho said.

City Health Commissioner Thomas Frieden said yesterday health workers have been "working to identify [the man's] sexual partners, and urge them to be tested."

But he declined to say how many of those partners they'd been able to reach.

Despite the fears of a superbug, other experts have pointed out that rapid progression of HIV is not new, nor is resistance to multiple drugs.

Instead of being a new strain, the virus could have rapidly developed into full-blown AIDS because of something unique to the patient, said Dr. Douglas Richman of University of California at San Diego.

But even officials at the U.S. Centers for Disease Control and Prevention have acknowledged the case is alarming.

this has got to be the best thinking flash game every. my.
hapland 

 

 

ignorance is bliss. indeed.

i was at this sony ericsson showcase at lot 1.

i saw my phone going for $888 without contract. and not $1188

then asking about the price of my headset. it's $22. and not $44.10

=( i feel like shit.

more like shit. after eating the blueberry that looked like chocolate fudge.

damn. i shouldn't have sent out the sms. i forgot. my bad.

Dang. I just bought a new headphone. $44.10. so much for ramming into the wall.

My results are not good.

Jiahao said, "Ppl get d7 hugging and laughing like mad alr... I think expectation too high" (by that I don't know if expectation refers to mine, to his or to both of us.)

Well. That's not really the case. It's understandable that expectations are higher, but reasonable. Imagine a nymph lifting a huge boulder. Then a giant lifting the same boulder. Sure, both of them achieved the same thing, but shouldn't the giant be able to lift more?

haha. im kind of addicted to this flash game. haha. my opponent is on the opposite end of the screen and im taking a shot. 

haiz. really down on my luck. 

blackout.. what luck.. 

wat luck! THIS FUCKING COCKROACH NYMPH ALMOST GOT INTO MY FOOD. TODAY IS BAD! I THINK I SHOULD SLEEP. BUT WHAT IF A LIZARD DROPS ON ME OR A ROACH FLYS INTO MY MOUTH OR I DIE IN MY SLEEP? 

MY GOD! I RAMMED INTO THE WALL AND THE HEADPHONES CAME APART. (THE CORD GOT YANKED OUT.) THEY ARE ONLY 10 DAYS OLD! zzz. 

well. i'm waiting for the chem spa test at 5 right now. of all the tests, the one that made me the most unhappy was National education: current affairs. I don't know why, it seems that every NE test has some questions related to soccer. FUCK SOCCER! What's with soccer? It's not like it's so exciting. It's just media overrating it. I hate it. I know after swearing and cussing at it, it wouldn't make much sense to say that soccer is barbaric, for, I'm barbaric as well. I don't like soccer. I HATE SOCCER. A stadium of idiots screaming and yelling at like a dozen or so grown ups kicking a ball around. What's with casino? What's with soccer? What's going on eh? Is it national pride or glory when your the national soccer team clinch a cup? No, it's dumb.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

reminiscing.. =( 

Haha. reading jokes and saw this on viral.lycos.

Little Johnny and the red bike


Little Johnny came into the kitchen where his mother was making dinner.

His birthday was coming up and he thought this was a good time to tell his mother what he wanted. "Mum, I want a bike for my birthday".

Little Johnny was a bit of a troublemaker. He had got into trouble at school and at home. Johnny's mother asked him if he thought he deserved to get a bike for his birthday. Little Johnny, of course, thought he did.

Johnny's mother, being a Christian woman, wanted him to reflect on his behaviour over the last year and write a letter to God telling him why he deserved a bike for his birthday.

Little Johnny stomped up the steps to his room and sat down to write God a letter:

Dear God,

I have been a very good boy this year and I would like a bike for my birthday. I want a red one.

Your friend,
Johnny.


Johnny knew this wasn't true. He had not been a very good boy this year, so he tore up the letter and started over:

Dear God,

This is your friend Johnny. I have been a pretty good boy this year, and I would like a red bike for my birthday.

Thank you,
Johnny.


Johnny knew this wasn't true either. He tore up the letter and started again:

Dear God,

I have been an OK boy this year and I would really like a red bike for my birthday.

Your friend,
Johnny.


Johnny knew he could not send this letter to God either. Johnny was very upset. He went downstairs and told his mother he wanted to go to church. Johnny's mother thought her plan had worked because Johnny looked very sad. "Just be home in time for dinner," his mother said.

Johnny walked down the street to the church and up to the altar. He looked around to see if anyone was there. He picked up a statue of the Virgin Mary. He slipped it under his shirt and ran out of the church, down the street, into his house, and up to his room.

He shut the door to his room and sat down with a piece of paper and a pen. Johnny began to write his letter to God:

I'VE GOT YOUR MUM. IF YOU WANT TO SEE HER AGAIN, SEND THE SODDING BIKE.

Signed YOU KNOW WHO

i scream. i want to jump. 

getting ready to jump.. 

off i go 

diving