Pee Ass Ehs

In case you missed it first time round: Lessons we learnt from the Seventies.

Being Asian

One thing that irks me most is the fact that in the extremely rare event that i discover some new scientific thing, like an organelle or an element, i will not be able to name it after myself because i have a freaking chinese name. like, can you imagine if Camilo Golgi was called Camilo Tan? then instead of Golgi apparatus we would have the Tan Apparatus. or like someone with the surname Yong would have the element Yongium

Also, being asian means i will never be able to grow nice facial hair like a sexy stubble or ironic beard because asians with facial hair are fugly. sure we could allow our facial follicles to grow out and trim it with all the loving care and attention in the world, but NooOOooOOooOOoo... we will not get cool looking moustaches, but instead end up looking like confucius. I only know one asian guy with a glorious moustache so majestic that it immediately commands the attention of everyone in the vacinty. and his name is Jia Sheng.

When asians get facial hair, they're seen as indecent chaps.

Thank the lord for Gillette.

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Disclaimer: This post is pure filler and not meant to be taken seriously.

The Following takes place in an universe parallel to ours.

I was recruited into this cult, where i was susceptible to four days of brain washing. I believe the object of adoration was named Ehsee, (Pronounced Eh-See) and the cult's numbskulled acolytes were called "Act Sianz", or something along that line. I'm not really certain. I may have been brainwashed by aliens.

Anyway, the cult was further divided into 4 denominations, 3 of them were like, super ghey and were called Seres, Kyojin and Joaquim, which means "bunch of losers" in various languages. And then there was the denomination i was in, Indus, and the subgroup "Maharadja" which means "ULTRASUPERPOWERFULCLANWHICHKICKSASS" in every single Indian language, including Punjab and Hainan. I checked. The Dictionary.

The Punjab Dictonary. And no, i cannot show you the evidence. Get your own Punjab Dicitonary.

We were made by the favoured ones of the cult to perform rituals which involved the unification of energetic flailing motions. We were divided to pairs so as to enact this "Mass Dance"; I with this really horrible looking obese guy named "Sam" who couldn't dance to save his life. really nice girl with great hair and punches that could rend metal.

Also, there were these horrible experiments conducted upon us where we had to scream at the top of our lungs some incomprehensible shit. I screamed like soo hard that i cut my toe. Like, near the Metatarsi. And to top it all of, we didn't get a reward for our efforts :(

In other words, Orientation was awesome.

This post's for all you folks who enjoy subliminal jokes.

Bluddy Censorship >_>

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Another successful orbit around the sun.
Time for a change.

I'm going to miss my House...

The television one and the one i live in.

I've got a deal with my brother to take the photo of the prettiest girl i can find tomorrow.

I'll do anything for a dollar. ( If i only had a heart)

I like typing in short sentences.

It means I don't really have to think.

Black looks good.

Looking good means no Dandruff.

This is getting out of hand.