A Parallel Universe

So while I was making that menial whine a few days back, some local girl had her cell(self)phone sex video leaked (no pun intended) to the wonderful world of wanderlust (that's why it's called the www).

Since I don't keep track of local newsgroups, forums, ximilanjiaoxue @ blogspot/lifejournal/xanga and wat nots, it is only natural that such news leaked (npi again) over to me after 4 days of inception. What i find ironic is that such local news had to be chanced upon at a PRC website, of all places.

Without generating unnecessary hits, I have seen the video (sans mosaic and other unnecessary censorship of course - wtf is a 3GPP format anyway?), the girl whom shall not be named - let's call her sammygirl-s+t from National Technological Polytechnic - DOES indeed look good. But like all CMI dudes that didn't bother to study or play sports hard enough to be imported and garner themselves a college placement (rd: STOOPID), he does look ah beng FUGLY. Enough of victimising the girl, but I suppose my personal qualm about the issue is, there's nothing wrong having your own fun and eating your lolly, but to suck off some dude who:

a)isn't fucking rich (i mean look at that setting - if he's loaded, he'd have filmed it in his porshe, or heavily interior designed bedroom of his, not do it in her humble-abode-of-a-home),
b) is a FUGLY ah beng who withdraws and exclaims "eww, I can see blood" in the middle of the activity - what a fucking idiot (i can't stress that enough) - sounding like a she-male hyena,
c) STOOPID (see above),
d) botch an anal attempt - yeah, I mean he obviously tried, but I don't think he succeeded in his sneaky evil deed,
e) doesn't copulate responsibly - well ok, so maybe she was on the pill, he was wearing a condom for some scenes yadda, but responsibility comes in ensuring that both parties enjoys thoroughly the process. I'll bet she's never had a single day of climax since they started h(b)anging out together,

...just doesn't cut it for me.

As for those of you who've stumbled upon this site, if u're not already on my instant messenger, don't bother. I'm not sharing any of this four part miniseries (or maybe I was duped, and there was only 1 or none to begin with). I'd prolly have deleted the clip already by the time this is published. And apparently XLxue's webbie was hacked as a result of this fiasco. I'm not really interested in getting myself implicated. As for those horny-bastard-of-a-friend that I already have, admit it (the secret password - "I'm a horny bastard!") and i MIGHT just send you the hidden source.

Labels: FFT (Food for thought)

A Small Lament

To all those who claim inaptitude in finding it (especially to me), well you (I) obviously was lying, or didn't bother enough to check it up the web.

Lazy lazy me.

Labels: Sightings

Words of Wisdom From a White Monk

I didn't make up any of this. He did.

His name: Ajahn Brahm
Highest Qualification: Degree in Theoretical Physics from Cambridge University
Current residence: Some monastery Down Under

The Most Beautiful Sound

An uneducated old man was visiting a city for the first time in his life. He had grown up in a remote moutain village, worked hard raising his childrenand was now enjoying his first visit to his children's modern homes.

One day, while being shown aqro9und the city, the old man heard a sound that stung his ears. He had never heard such an awful noise in his quiet mountain village and he insisted on finding out its cause. Following the grating sound back to his source, he came to a room in the back of a house where a small boy was practising on a violin.

'SCREECH! SCRAPE!' came the discordant notes from the groaning violin.

When he was told by his son that that was called a 'violin', he decided he never wanted to hear such a horrible thing again.

The next day, in a different part of the city, the old man heard a sound, which seemed to caress his aged ears. He had never heard such an enchanting melody in his mountain valley, so he damanded to find its cause. Following the delightful sound back to its source, he came to a room in the front of a house where an old lady, a maestro, was performing a sonata on a violin.

At once, the old man realised his mistake. The terrible sound that he had heard the previous day was not the fault of the violin, nor even of the boy. it was just that the young man had yet to learn his instrument well.

With a wisdom reserved forthe simple folk, the man thought it was the same with religion. When we come across a religion enthusiast causing such strife with his beliefs, it is incorrect to blame the religion. It is just that the novice has yet to learn his religion well. When we come across a saint, a maestro of her religion, it is such a sweet encounter that it inspires us for many years, whatever their beliefs.

But that was not the end of the story.

The third day, in a different part of the city, the old man heard another sound that surpassed in its beauty and purity even that of the maestro on her violin. What do you think that sound was?

It was a sound more beautiful than the cascade of the mountain stream in spring, than the autumn wind through the forest groves, or than the mountain birds singign after a heavy rain. It was even more beautiful than the silence in the mountain that hollows on a still winter's night. What was that sound that moved the old man's heart more powerfully than anything before?

It was a large orchestra playing a symphony.

The reason that it was, for the old man, the most beautiful sound in the world was, firstly, that every memeber of that orchestra was a maestro of their own learned instrument; and secondly that they had further learned how to play together in harmony.

'May it be the same with religion,' the old man thought. 'Let each one of us learn through the lessons of life the soft heart of our beliefs. Let us each be a maestro of the love within our religion. Then, having learned our religion well, let us go further and learn how to play, like members of an orchestra, with other religions in harmony together!'

That would be the most beautiful sound.

Labels: Sightings