Warped Mind

My beloved pet dog, Baby, is missing. She went missing a day after my birthday. On the 13th. I guess God gave me a belated birthday present *sarcasm*

If you read my blog, and stay in the subang area, she is a jack russell terrier with brown head, white body and a distinctive black patch on her bottom. She is tiny too. She looks like a puppy. Please please, I’m begging. Get in contact with me if you know anything. 0122809296. You can even miss call me and I’ll call you back. We’re offering a reward for anyone who finds her.

Please. She means the world to me and my mother.
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Baby… come home

If you found what I wrote earlier cute or amusing… please forward this address to your friends… maybe they might know something about baby’s where about… thanks…

Vince

My new home is definately http://thewarpedmind.blogspot.com/

blogspot has better functions and stuff… also I can’t be bothered with the complaints about being spammed on email!

if you dont’ wanna get notification.. turn it off la!

I had an interesting conversation with a friend about the tendency for hotties to be out with not so hotties. Ever noticed that really good looking people have a thing for mirror crackers? Its a pretty strange phenomenon if you ask me.

Obviously I’m more interested in the cun chick + ugly dude combination. Who cares if ugly chicks get all the good looking guys. All the better, as the saying goes ‘Less man, more share’.

Any way, from a pseudo scientific point of view, mostly people would be hunting down, as our instincts dictate, someone genetically superior or equal to us. Like it or not thats how we were programmed: ‘seek the best partner, mate and produce little versions of ourselves’

Yet, looking around, we see more and more ‘mis-matches’. What on earth is going on? This is definitely against the law of nature! And if it isnt’… it damn well should be!

Her theory was that women see past the skin deepness of men. So they see the ‘inner beauty’ in their partner. I’m inclined to half agree. I’m sure there are couples who actually are more bothered about how their other halve looks like in the inside than on the outside. Perhaps to go as far as say that there are the rare few that managed to go past the superficial and move towards … well the sligltly less superficial! These kinda relationships do develop from long term friendship. Either they’ve known each other so long that there is utter comfort and security in each others company, thus the long road to love is paved; or their ‘love’ is a revelation to them. Normally after a bad break up or some thing equally traumatic, the guy just happens to be around to console the hottie… and boinggggg~ can you spell ‘R E B O U N D‘  *cough* I mean revealation?

However, that doesn’t really cover why it happens so often!

My theory is that really hot chicks are insecure creatures. Basically they date the ugliest thing they can find so that they know for sure their man won’t go roaming other hen houses. So to speak. There is, for these women, a comfort and security in knowing that your man is so ugly, even if he were one of the few remaining bachelors in the world, other women would think twice before ‘being with them’. They themselves being highly attractive, probably worry about one of two things.

1) What happens when they lose their looks? Will people still ‘love’ them if their bits sagged enough to mop the floor when they walked?

2) Obviously they’ve had their share of people hitting on them. So they’d know how fickle the human heart can be. What could be safer than picking some ugly dude as their boy :D? Even if he were fickle, there’d be less chances for him to cheat on them.

My friends counter point to this theory was, ‘Hey! I’ve seen lots of ugly guys with multiple hot chicks as gf’s!‘ This one had me stumped for a while but I think i’ve finally figured it out!

The guy must be a combination of this:

1) God ugly - major security points here!

2) Charismatic - definately a sweet talker

3) Bloody good at cover lining and planning his time for the different girls.

So basically we have a case of an ugly charmer who organises his time well enough to fit several hot chicks into his life. The chicks all reckon he’s too ugly to get another chick, and he uses this to his full advantage! So several hotties go out with him, totally ignorant of the possiblity that he might even have the remotest chance of two timing them. There you go! Hook, line and sinker.

Sigh… this post seems a little forced for some strange reason. I can’t quite find the cynicism or sarcasm I always thought I oozed through every orrifice. Maybe its because I’m tired. Maybe my perspectives are being changed for me without my permission.

*glares*

Either way, I’m feeling especially drained today. So thats all for now folks. Sorry for the crappy post. I seem to have other bigger things on my mind. Yes. The tiny  bit alcohol didn’t burn away.

Be safe people

I had an interesting conversation with a friend about the tendency for hotties to be out with not so hotties. Ever noticed that really good looking people have a thing for mirror crackers? Its a pretty strange phenomenon if you ask me.

Obviously I’m more interested in the cun chick + ugly dude combination. Who cares if ugly chicks get all the good looking guys. All the better, as the saying goes ‘Less man, more share’.

Any way, from a pseudo scientific point of view, mostly people would be hunting down, as our instincts dictate, someone genetically superior or equal to us. Like it or not thats how we were programmed: ‘seek the best partner, mate and produce little versions of ourselves’

Yet, looking around, we see more and more ‘mis-matches’. What on earth is going on? This is definitely against the law of nature! And if it isnt’… it damn well should be!

Her theory was that women see past the skin deepness of men. So they see the ‘inner beauty’ in their partner. I’m inclined to half agree. I’m sure there are couples who actually are more bothered about how their other halve looks like in the inside than on the outside. Perhaps to go as far as say that there are the rare few that managed to go past the superficial and move towards … well the sligltly less superficial! These kinda relationships do develop from long term friendship. Either they’ve known each other so long that there is utter comfort and security in each others company, thus the long road to love is paved; or their ‘love’ is a revelation to them. Normally after a bad break up or some thing equally traumatic, the guy just happens to be around to console the hottie… and boinggggg~ can you spell ‘R E B O U N D‘  *cough* I mean revealation?

However, that doesn’t really cover why it happens so often!

My theory is that really hot chicks are insecure creatures. Basically they date the ugliest thing they can find so that they know for sure their man won’t go roaming other hen houses. So to speak. There is, for these women, a comfort and security in knowing that your man is so ugly, even if he were one of the few remaining bachelors in the world, other women would think twice before ‘being with them’. They themselves being highly attractive, probably worry about one of two things.

1) What happens when they lose their looks? Will people still ‘love’ them if their bits sagged enough to mop the floor when they walked?

2) Obviously they’ve had their share of people hitting on them. So they’d know how fickle the human heart can be. What could be safer than picking some ugly dude as their boy :D? Even if he were fickle, there’d be less chances for him to cheat on them.

My friends counter point to this theory was, ‘Hey! I’ve seen lots of ugly guys with multiple hot chicks as gf’s!‘ This one had me stumped for a while but I think i’ve finally figured it out!

The guy must be a combination of this:

1) God ugly - major security points here!

2) Charismatic - definately a sweet talker

3) Bloody good at cover lining and planning his time for the different girls.

So basically we have a case of an ugly charmer who organises his time well enough to fit several hot chicks into his life. The chicks all reckon he’s too ugly to get another chick, and he uses this to his full advantage! So several hotties go out with him, totally ignorant of the possiblity that he might even have the remotest chance of two timing them. There you go! Hook, line and sinker.

Sigh… this post seems a little forced for some strange reason. I can’t quite find the cynicism or sarcasm I always thought I oozed through every orrifice. Maybe its because I’m tired. Maybe my perspectives are being changed for me without my permission.

*glares*

Either way, I’m feeling especially drained today. So thats all for now folks. Sorry for the crappy post. I seem to have other bigger things on my mind. Yes. The tiny  bit alcohol didn’t burn away.

Be safe people

I had an interesting conversation with a friend about the tendency for hotties to be out with not so hotties. Ever noticed that really good looking people have a thing for mirror crackers? Its a pretty strange phenomenon if you ask me.

Obviously I’m more interested in the cun chick + ugly dude combination. Who cares if ugly chicks get all the good looking guys. All the better, as the saying goes ‘Less man, more share’.

Any way, from a pseudo scientific point of view, mostly people would be hunting down, as our instincts dictate, someone genetically superior or equal to us. Like it or not thats how we were programmed: ‘seek the best partner, mate and produce little versions of ourselves’

Yet, looking around, we see more and more ‘mis-matches’. What on earth is going on? This is definitely against the law of nature! And if it isnt’… it damn well should be!

Her theory was that women see past the skin deepness of men. So they see the ‘inner beauty’ in their partner. I’m inclined to half agree. I’m sure there are couples who actually are more bothered about how their other halve looks like in the inside than on the outside. Perhaps to go as far as say that there are the rare few that managed to go past the superficial and move towards … well the sligltly less superficial! These kinda relationships do develop from long term friendship. Either they’ve known each other so long that there is utter comfort and security in each others company, thus the long road to love is paved; or their ‘love’ is a revelation to them. Normally after a bad break up or some thing equally traumatic, the guy just happens to be around to console the hottie… and boinggggg~ can you spell ‘R E B O U N D‘  *cough* I mean revealation?

However, that doesn’t really cover why it happens so often!

My theory is that really hot chicks are insecure creatures. Basically they date the ugliest thing they can find so that they know for sure their man won’t go roaming other hen houses. So to speak. There is, for these women, a comfort and security in knowing that your man is so ugly, even if he were one of the few remaining bachelors in the world, other women would think twice before ‘being with them’. They themselves being highly attractive, probably worry about one of two things.

1) What happens when they lose their looks? Will people still ‘love’ them if their bits sagged enough to mop the floor when they walked?

2) Obviously they’ve had their share of people hitting on them. So they’d know how fickle the human heart can be. What could be safer than picking some ugly dude as their boy :D? Even if he were fickle, there’d be less chances for him to cheat on them.

My friends counter point to this theory was, ‘Hey! I’ve seen lots of ugly guys with multiple hot chicks as gf’s!‘ This one had me stumped for a while but I think i’ve finally figured it out!

The guy must be a combination of this:

1) God ugly - major security points here!

2) Charismatic - definately a sweet talker

3) Bloody good at cover lining and planning his time for the different girls.

So basically we have a case of an ugly charmer who organises his time well enough to fit several hot chicks into his life. The chicks all reckon he’s too ugly to get another chick, and he uses this to his full advantage! So several hotties go out with him, totally ignorant of the possiblity that he might even have the remotest chance of two timing them. There you go! Hook, line and sinker.

Sigh… this post seems a little forced for some strange reason. I can’t quite find the cynicism or sarcasm I always thought I oozed through every orrifice. Maybe its because I’m tired. Maybe my perspectives are being changed for me without my permission.

*glares*

Either way, I’m feeling especially drained today. So thats all for now folks. Sorry for the crappy post. I seem to have other bigger things on my mind. Yes. The tiny  bit alcohol didn’t burn away.

Be safe people

I’ve moved some stuff to a new addie will be updating there as well as here… Probably there more, you get to do more stuff with blogspot itself in terms of html (which I need to learn).

http://thewarpedmind.blogspot.com/

I’m bloody tired… a howling mutt isn’t exactly condusive to sleep. She’s like my alarm clock. Never fails to wake me at 10am. Well thats all for now. I’ll leave ya’ll with something that resembles semi decent humor in my opinion :p

I just lay there

After every flight, Qantas pilots fill out a form, called a "gripe sheet," which tells mechanics about problems with the aircraft. The mechanics correct the problems; document their repairs on the form, and then pilots review the gripe sheets before the next flight. Never let it be said that ground crews lack a sense of humor.

Here are some actual maintenance complaints submitted by Qantas’ pilots (marked with a P) and the solutions recorded (marked with an S) by maintenance engineers. By the way, Qantas is the only major airline that has never had an accident. … Enjoy!

P: Left inside main tire almost needs replacement.
S: Almost replaced left inside main tire.

P: Test flight OK, except auto-land very rough.
S: Auto-land not installed on this aircraft.

P: Something loose in cockpit.
S: Something tightened in cockpit.

P: Dead bugs on windshield.
S: Live bugs on back-order.

P: Autopilot in altitude-hold mode produces a 200 feet per minute descent.
S: Cannot reproduce problem on ground.

P: Evidence of leak on right main landing gear.
S: Evidence removed.

P: DME volume unbelievably loud.
S: DME volume set to more believable level.

P: Friction locks cause throttle levers to stick.
S: That’s what they’re for.

P: IFF inoperative.
S: IFF always inoperative in OFF mode.

P: Suspected crack in windshield.
S: Suspect you’re right.

P: Number 3 engine missing.
S: Engine found on right wing after brief search.

P: Aircraft handles funny.
S: Aircraft warned to straighten up, fly right, and be serious.

P: Target radar hums.
S: Reprogrammed target radar with lyrics.

P: Mouse in cockpit.
S: Cat installed.

And the best one for last…

P: Noise coming from under instrument panel. Sounds like a midget pounding on something with a hammer.
S: Took hammer away from midget

Yup I realise that I’m just dumping forwards that I’ve read on my blogs today, but between arranging meetings, interview times and writing my stories I’ve had precious little time to do any writing of my own, so I’ve mostly been reading to unwind instead.

I do have a new poem I’m working on; which I may or may not post later on. Have a murphy day.

Heres a pretty nice one Debbie sent to me a while back

Grandfathers and three-year-old boys are natural buddies. On this particular day in May, the grandfather was pleased to have the company of his best little pal when planting the vegetable garden. For awhile, the boy seemed to like it too. His small fingers were just the right size to pick up the tiny seeds and drop them into Granddad-made holes. They were a great team. But before long the boy became restless and directed his irritation at the seeds themselves.

"What’s this one, Granddad?"

"Beets."

"Ugh, I hate beets."

"Well, then, let’s do the zucchini instead."

"Yuck, I really hate zucchini."

"Okay, buddy. What would you like to plant?"

"How about….. doughnuts?"

Just in time, the grandfather stopped himself from saying there was no such things as doughnut seed. Looking at the unhappy face, he suddenly got an inspiration.

"Wait a second, I have to go inside and get the right seeds."

Granddad returned with a handful of Cheerios. He and the small boy solemnly planted then in a special corner of the garden. Weeks later, when the real seeds began to break through the soil, the boy became entranced with the tiny seedlings. He spent many afternoons helping Granddad water and hoe and watch them grow. And when the first baby vegetables were harvested, he liked them after all.

For weeks, he had forgotten all about the doughnuts. But then one day at lunch, he said,

"Granddad, what happened to ourdoughnuts? How come they didn’t grow?"

Granddad paused for a moment. "Well, you know, doughnuts are tricky. Some years when you plant them, you get lots of doughnuts." He sighed. "But other years. all that comes up are the holes."

Mike! You gave me the wrong one la! Cham… bo bian… I lazy to edit… :p

this one’s something I wrote early last year…

To whom it may concern

The more people you know in this life, the more you will see leave life. It is a realization that dawned upon me over the weekend. As we lay to rest a person I’ve known since I was eight years old, I found myself wondering about the circle. This was the second parent of a friend to leave the world. What last thoughts ran through her mind as the light from her eyes faded.

Were they of regret? Leaving behind something you hold dear to the heart is never something easy to do. I cannot imagine the immensity of leaving an entire world. The thought of relinquishing everything sends jolts of shivers into my spine. More so, the lost of the endless possibilities that life allows us.

What about the things in life that we will never taste, feel or say? What of the experiences we will never enjoy? The obligations we have to others and more importantly to those we love. The line ‘I have promises to keep and miles to go before I sleep’ comes immediately to mind. She must have been very sad,knowing that her cycle was at an end.

But, what would you give up to remain here? What kind of discomforts will you endure to see the love in the eyes of those that are precious to you? For how long?Do we choose when we depart, or does fate overwhelm us and snatch even that basic choice from us?

And yet, perhaps her thoughts were one of relief. ‘The world is a cruel, cruel place,’ as someone dear to my heart once said, and still often says. To live is to feel and to feel is to endure discomfort and pain from time to time. Perhaps she felt a freedom that we can never experience in this world. That all the burdens were lifted from her shoulders as she closed her eyes for that very last time.

Perhaps when we are born, we do no cry out to hail our births. Perhaps we cry out to mark the beginning of a cycle that will see others cry out as the cycle ends.How many cycles will we see end before our own expires, I wonder. It is not a pleasant thought.

Regardless, I just thought I’d take this one moment,and tell you all that I’m grateful you’ve been, and I hope will be, a part of my life and share my grief and thoughts with you. Most importantly, that I love you guys. We’ve got a long way ahead of us people. But heck… you guys make life worth looking forward to.

One love,
Vince

apparently I wrote this… I sure as hell don’t recall… if its your work do tell… cause oddly it doesn’t feel like me…

any ways thanks a bundle mike!

It was May..
When you started to wonder…
Was it love that held you and him together for that long or was it sex?
Was it love that he craved from you or was it sex?
Was it love, was it his gentle touch or was it sex?

Baby, it’s neither stupid nor foolish
It was love that we believe in.
what is there to regret, you’ve been his butterfly for the longest of time
And then I hear you saying,

sweetie, I just don’t believe in love anymore.