<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28918945</id><updated>2011-08-25T17:39:23.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>filthosophy</title><subtitle type='html'>Just because Im beautiful doesnt mean Im stupid</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filthosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28918945/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filthosophy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>linbei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701874006835765004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28918945.post-9007384008553569928</id><published>2007-05-10T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T00:52:20.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>THIS BLOG IS DYING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, anyway just using this as a beta version, in time will probably produce better more focused ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hols are here, just some updates on how life is going&lt;br /&gt;- got internship with SIA, dont have to go to office for first 2-3 weeks...good, cos its damn far&lt;br /&gt;-started working out more intuitively, paying less attention to HIT and more to volume training. Finally everything Shengxing was talking about clicked. More on this later&lt;br /&gt;- got a tan at Tat's place, Ok, no more "white chicken"&lt;br /&gt;-successfully moved back home&lt;br /&gt;-still figuring what to do for pageant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically when i graduate these are the things I would like to see&lt;br /&gt;- second uppers&lt;br /&gt;-Lee Soo Ann award&lt;br /&gt;- Dean's List at least once&lt;br /&gt;-2 internships at big names (MICA and SIA-1 govt, 1 GLC MNC), hope to add 1 agency before commencement&lt;br /&gt;-Mr C Block&lt;br /&gt;-2 culture groups&lt;br /&gt;-1 IBG sport (IHG is not feasible)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway abt the gym&lt;br /&gt;- something abt Charles Glass make things so clear, i cant explain it, but Joe Weider's instinctive principle of training finally makes sense.&lt;br /&gt;-Shengxing said something abt the difference between knowledge (what i have) and what he calls 'tricks', (meaning the small details like angles and planes)&lt;br /&gt;- Figured out some things&lt;br /&gt;1) The feel of the movement is more important than its execution. You dont have to perform everything textbook style, you must feel it in the right muscle at the correct angle&lt;br /&gt;2) You dont need full stretch for everything (especially pecs and tris)...joint safety matters&lt;br /&gt;3) Volume training works better in creating that pump&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the plan (for now)&lt;br /&gt;- Gradual increase in gains rather than loading-ripping periodization. Cant afford to get fat 3 months from a show, so gotta stop late night bingeing for "loading".&lt;br /&gt;- Do the 6 small meals a day thing&lt;br /&gt;- Bump up protein consumption to 3 times a day (consider double scooping)&lt;br /&gt;-Take burner like Universal's Super Cut 3&lt;br /&gt;- Continue taking large amounts of water&lt;br /&gt;- Add more fiber to meals to form bulk and replace starchy carbs&lt;br /&gt;- Make my own celltech with glucolin, Tang and creatine&lt;br /&gt;- Need a multivit too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training wise&lt;br /&gt;- Shoulders with arms&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; just doing presses works my tris a great deal, they're all warmed up and ready to go&lt;br /&gt;- Chest and back&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; balances out the front with some tension from the posterior chain&lt;br /&gt;- Legs and heavy abs&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; no need for serious squats, just extension and curls for the cutting, size wise im pretty happy. Calf presses for the upper calves, dont want elephant legs, i want diamonds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abs&lt;br /&gt;Reverse crunches 3X15&lt;br /&gt;Bent Knee crunches (no rest in between)&lt;br /&gt;- feet vertical 15&lt;br /&gt;-knees at 90 degress 15&lt;br /&gt;- feet on ground 15&lt;br /&gt;Seated twists X 70&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoulders&lt;br /&gt;Seated lateral raise- 15-12-10-8-drop sets&lt;br /&gt;Standing rows with barbell- 15-12-10-8&lt;br /&gt;Smith machine presses 15-12-10-8-rest pause for 3&lt;br /&gt;Reverse flyes on cable crossover&lt;br /&gt;Rotator cuff exercise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Triceps&lt;br /&gt;Skullcrushers 15-12-10-8 with close grip presses  (long head and overall mass), emphasize the negative&lt;br /&gt;Tricep rope pushdowns (outer head)&lt;br /&gt;Dumbbell kickbacks (inner head and the groove)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biceps&lt;br /&gt;Close grip preacher curls (for outer thickness)&lt;br /&gt;One arm cable curls (for peak contraction)&lt;br /&gt;Reverse curls&lt;br /&gt;Standing dumbbell curls run-the-rack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, thats workout one, hope to finish it within an hour if i keep strictly to 30 sec rest periods&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28918945-9007384008553569928?l=filthosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filthosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/9007384008553569928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28918945&amp;postID=9007384008553569928' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28918945/posts/default/9007384008553569928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28918945/posts/default/9007384008553569928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filthosophy.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-blog-is-dying-yup-anyway-just.html' title=''/><author><name>linbei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701874006835765004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28918945.post-9195757148771523003</id><published>2007-02-23T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T02:29:11.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Realist Guide to Family Happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is a realist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A realist is a former idealist, who in his naive years cared with all his earnestness to share with others his hopes, dreams and aspirations only to have them crushed by the very same people who are supposed to support him...the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who can blame the family, it is also made up of realist, realist who too were idealist once, who having had their own aspirations mutate into endless bills, a quarrelsome spouse, naggy old matriarchs and economic downturns, feel a deontological responsibility to crush other idealists' dreams before they take root.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel it myself. Having made the recent switch from idealist to realist i suddenly feel an overwhelming urge to act as someone else's rigid rod of reality, and hammer into them the consequences of dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, this CNY visiting all the different family extensions got me thinking about certain things, and with that in mind, i decided to write the realist's guide to family happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prologue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would make, the people who are willing to dash in front of speeding vehicle just to save your life, the very same people who make life a living hell?&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, family, morbidly strange. The very people who claim to want the best for you and then make decisions to fuck things up. In this book, i will attempt to explain some of these strange behaviors, and then promptly give up. Instead, i will tell you the ways to get &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;around&lt;/span&gt; these problems. Getting through them is NOT an option&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Universal Principle:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You dont have to be happy to make your family happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This world is a sick sad place, there isnt enough happiness to go around anymore. If you want your family to be happy, you got to trade in some of your own. Often times, doing what your family likes is opposite to what you want. Like marrying an ugly guy in an arranged marriage and having him demand hot sweaty sex for the rest of your life. Your family would be happy, as for you, just think abt creative ways to die when his bonking you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making your family happy means that everytime you do that, a little part of your soul dies, because you cant be what you want to be, aim for what you wanna achieve, and be the individual that you so clearly know you are. But like i said, the title is Family Happiness, not Self Happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are the tips to make things a bit less fucked up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tip #1: Lie to them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever said honesty is the best policy ought to be fucked up the ass....hard. This is the most bullshit advice ever. Here's a simple experiment: go tell your family matriarch that you find her to be a domineering bitch and a difficult woman to live with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's honest, but it'll also get you a long and naggy rant about how hard life was and all the tremendous things she had to do to get to these stage where she's getting stuffed with the best that medical science has to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cant tell your family what it needs to hear ("I think selling the house is a bad decision"), you can only tell them what they want to hear ("as my parents, you are the supreme moral authority, and highest body of knowledge. Only with your superior wisdom and years of experience eating more salt than I have rice, can we circumvent this problem.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply by telling them what they want to hear saves you lots of frustration and wasted effort to explain your divergent point of view. Nod attentively in agreement, and be on your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tip # 2 Dont pee on their moral highground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's frustrating, having a mother who screams at your father more often than anyone else in the family telling you not to talk back to your father. Having your father tell you to listen to your mother right after he talks back to his own. And having a grand old matriarch tell you the value of forgiveness and good temperant when she gets pissed off over the slightest infraction.&lt;br /&gt;Remember, for some reason, just because they are older they will assume that the stuff they do is alright for them, but not for you. Doesnt matter if you're 24 or 33, if there's a couple of years between you two, they are the arbitrators of moral and ethical issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tip #3 Dont argue with them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever tried getting a dog to stop peeing on your lawn? Did you try to reason with it, to explain your point of view? No? That's because it would be fucking frustratingly impossible to accomplish.&lt;br /&gt;In a way, talking to parents is like that. They'll never listen to you, and if they do, they wont understand a damn thing you're saying. And before you get your point across they'll start barking mid sentence. So never argue with your parents, it's not worth your time. Feed them a bone and be on your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Disclaimer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people reading this post may think that Im ungrateful to my parents. The truth is, im very grateful to them for taking care of me. Which is why im not dumping their ass on the streets and moving into a bachelor pad where I can bring hot beautiful women home each night.&lt;br /&gt;The fact is that is a very easy option which many guys to choose, but that's not me, that's no way to treat family, even if you think of them as dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, this book is about family happiness, and lying to family does help in keeping things sane. This book aint about sitting down and talking things out, because they wont listen and they wont admit they have a problem. And since you cant convince them to go see a counselor, this book of cheap tricks would have to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28918945-9195757148771523003?l=filthosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filthosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/9195757148771523003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28918945&amp;postID=9195757148771523003' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28918945/posts/default/9195757148771523003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28918945/posts/default/9195757148771523003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filthosophy.blogspot.com/2007/02/realist-guide-to-family-happiness-what.html' title=''/><author><name>linbei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701874006835765004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28918945.post-116818684628541234</id><published>2007-01-07T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T00:20:46.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Who are these assholes?&lt;br /&gt;Obscure actors: All the fun of acting without the loss of privacy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, whilst watching B-Grade flick &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DNA&lt;/span&gt;, i realised that im the only person i know of who may actually recognise the unknown actors.......and their even more unknown film credits.&lt;br /&gt;And then i recognised an oft manifested but seldom appreciated talent for recognising really obscure actors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst most are content scratching their heads wondering " i've seen this guy in some other movie.....o ya he's that guy in (insert movie name)", i will go one step further to not only name him but his various other accomplisments as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing the first of many (hopefully) OBSCURE ACTORS OF THE WEEK (aka WHO R THESE ASSHOLES?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JURGEN PROCHNOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8008/3069/1600/475051/jurgen%20prochnow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 195px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8008/3069/320/883957/jurgen%20prochnow.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you are probably wondering "who is this asshole?!". Well, he's a German actor whose more mainstream appearances include Da Vinci Code (as the bank officer who sells out Langton) , Judge Dredd (the corrupt judge who tries to revive Project Lazarus) and...well, that's abt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why the hell, in my infinite wisdom would i know him? Because of the biopic abt the Governor of California &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See Arnold Run&lt;/span&gt; where he plays the Governator in later years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See Arnold Run&lt;/span&gt; also stars another obscure actor (but prominent bodybuilder) Roland Kickinger. He's name sounds like a cross between a badass tool of death and an everday household appliance. One can almost imagine vikings scream "BRING OUT THE KICKINGER!!!!" or an angry but determined housewife muttering "I'll get these dustmites with the Kickinger 2000". So if you must know who the Kickinger is......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8008/3069/1600/395633/Roland%20Kickinger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 184px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8008/3069/320/124506/Roland%20Kickinger.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;seen here playing the young Arnie in&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; See Arnold R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let's not get ahead of ourselves, we are talking about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DNA. &lt;/span&gt;A film so badly a ripoff of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Predator&lt;/span&gt; it makes Arnie wanna scream " Ruuuuunnnnnnnn, gooooooo, get to dah chupperrrrr!!!!!!" (translation: run, go, get to the chopper).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;DNA&lt;/span&gt; stars uber hunk and martial arts extraordinaire Marc Dacascos, who could have saved the film by performing the martial moves he pulled in a show he's better known for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Only the Strong&lt;/span&gt; (most young males remember this as the only movie about capoeira).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8008/3069/1600/272384/markdacascos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8008/3069/320/488480/markdacascos.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His other works include &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cradle to the Grave&lt;/span&gt; (the villian who dies by swallowing radioactive isotope), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Crying Freeman&lt;/span&gt; and other flicks where they needed ethically ambiguous looking Americans to play anything from Asians to Latin Americans. I think he also had a role in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Last of The Mohicans&lt;/span&gt; and some other obscure French flick called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BrotherHood of the Wolf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mark is really known more as a martial artists than an actor because of his links. His father is founder of even more obscure martial art Won Hop Kuen Do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a helluva lot of obscure acting talents out there, including guys like Wolf Larsen, Jalal Merhi, Ralf Moeller and everyone's old favourite Sven-Ole Thorsen. I'll get to these guys soon. In the meantime, i gotta start posting the next Badass of the Week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28918945-116818684628541234?l=filthosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filthosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/116818684628541234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28918945&amp;postID=116818684628541234' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28918945/posts/default/116818684628541234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28918945/posts/default/116818684628541234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filthosophy.blogspot.com/2007/01/who-are-these-assholes-obscure-actors.html' title=''/><author><name>linbei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701874006835765004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28918945.post-116585654952416812</id><published>2006-12-12T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T01:02:29.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah yes, time for more of the filthosopher's cheesy wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days ago saw a youtube abt some  man threatening a driver on board SBS, appparently he was asked to pay for his ride and that pissed him off (strange, i always tot paying for a bus ride was a normal thing). What followed was a rant abt how he was gonna kill the driver and how he was a badass blah blah. But the video is not the subject of this post.......it's the viewer comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Majority assert that the alleged troublemaker in the video was a Bangla (more correctly Bangladeshi, and often erroneously generalised as construction workers. I know a guy from school who is a Bangladeshi, he's a scholar btw). What followed was some claims abt how easy a Bangla would be to fight back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh wise asses, your confidence in beating up Banglas have prompted me to start a whole new tread, and this time, Mr Bangla is gonna be the first of an inaugural list of ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BADASS OF THE WEEK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    The Bangla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8008/3069/1600/71159/bangla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8008/3069/320/968924/bangla.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;With his skinny frame, employer abuse, malnourishment and little rest, it is easy to think that the Bangla cant put up a fight.....right?......WRONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What do you do each morning when u go to work? You washup, have breakfast, read the morning paper, take the bus to your office, skive for a while, answer phone calls and type stuff. Then you have the weekends off to play some soccer and catch up on sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what the Bangla does everyday for 6 days a week?&lt;br /&gt;He gets up before the sun, has a quick meal, and then spend the rest of the day lifitng weights and hammering stuff. This guy is paid to literally tear down walls and rip toilet fixtures of the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U think he's skinny? Think abt it, this guy doesnt get the best in food but he gets the essentials, none of the fat, none of the nice little flavors we take for granted. This guy is a machine so accustomed to discomfort and fueled by food catered specifically to providing him with the strength to tear shit apart. He looks skinny becaus there isnt any of that extra stuff. His system has been streamlined to fit its intense purpose. All you see on that Bangla....is pure pillar tearing muscle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know those exercise machines you have in the gym? Mr Bangla has them too, they're called wheelbarrows filled with heavy shit. Instead of dumbbells this guy is swinging around bricks for hundreds of reps a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy is paid to workout day and sometimes night. Add a bit of Black Cat and he's unstoppable. So next time you're thinking of picking on a Bangla, remember, he pulled apart a house in the morning and had his boss scream at him, he's had a really bad day and where there's one of him, there's a lot more where he came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Bangla is the first on my Badass of the Week. Next week, i will feature Segata Sanshiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Redeeming info for the day:&lt;br /&gt;Bangladeshi's are not to be confused with Indians. They may have a shared history, but calling a Bangla an Indian is like calling a Singaporean Malaysian or a Korean Japanese. Bangladeshi used to be called East Pakistan ( i can hear some of my non-existing audience go : there were two Pakistans?). That happed after Partition in India where Pakistan was born. East and West Pakistan were seperated down the middle by India. After a while, i suppose it just made sense for East Pakistan to gain independence and become Bangladesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuff to impress old folks but probably leave you a virgin&lt;br /&gt;- the capital of Bangladesh is Dhaka&lt;br /&gt;- Bangladesh is prone to flooding because it is one of the flattest lands in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28918945-116585654952416812?l=filthosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filthosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/116585654952416812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28918945&amp;postID=116585654952416812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28918945/posts/default/116585654952416812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28918945/posts/default/116585654952416812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filthosophy.blogspot.com/2006/12/ah-yes-time-for-more-of-filthosophers.html' title=''/><author><name>linbei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701874006835765004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28918945.post-115834699611083093</id><published>2006-09-16T02:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T03:04:48.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, its been some time since my last rant, wanted to check out what other people were ranting abt on their blogs. It seems the majority of them are busy clubbing and being 'cool' , strategically uploading the better photos of themselves. No one really uploads the puking and passed out drunk in cab photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, i started feeling pretty shitty abt my current existence-Mon and Thur I have Judo, weekends are for GF and family, everything in between is for work. Dont get me wrong, I do like the judo, got bruises and all. My sparring partner is mad, he doesnt feel pain and the only thing that will stop him is good old fatigue. Then again, my life seems so one-dimensional. Started thinking abt going out for drinks and revisiting some of the clubs with my NSPI buddies, just so that I could put some nifty photos on my otherwise plain blog. Then i went to google Tuol Sleng. And that really puts things in perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuol Sleng (or S21 as it is sometimes known) was where the Khmer Rouge imprisoned and tortured their fellow Cambodians. Of the many that went in (men, women, children, elderly), only 7 survived. At a time when Cambodia's population was abt 7 million, the Khmer Rouge Sons of Bitches managed to kill off 1.7 million of their own, all within just 4 years. What did Pol Pot and his cronies get for their heinous crimes to humanity? They died of old age in their forest hideouts. These bastards must be damn surprised after they die, realising that there is a God after all and its time to pay for their sins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuff like this really makes you realise that life isnt just abt fun, and that the world is much bigger than your martini glass or beer mug. Im not gonna post pictures from Tuol Sleng here, not sure if you guys like looking at torture, but do go google it. Hopefully those images help u see a little clearer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28918945-115834699611083093?l=filthosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filthosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/115834699611083093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28918945&amp;postID=115834699611083093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28918945/posts/default/115834699611083093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28918945/posts/default/115834699611083093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filthosophy.blogspot.com/2006/09/well-its-been-some-time-since-my-last.html' title=''/><author><name>linbei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701874006835765004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28918945.post-115496675064841761</id><published>2006-08-07T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T00:05:50.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NUS: Some things to ponder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear readers, I regret to inform that instead of telling you how the human race straddles the top of the food chain from the kitchen, this continuum of valid and useful information has to be interrupted by a deep and engaging rant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Is Flag a fundraising event to help beneficiaries or just an excuse for Hall A to prove that its better than Hall B?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Why do Halls insist that its for the needy if they draw distinction between Faculty and Hall flag collections? If its really charity does it matter who you join?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Why cant NUS use some of the money earned from the increased fees to develop a better Faculty of Arts and Social Sciences, to improve its career services, to buy new equipment for the gym and a whole host of other amenities? Instead, it has decided to shift its very small law faculty (by small i mean in terms of population) all the way to another campus, and charter a bus service that will cost petrol and labor at a continuous rate,?A tremendous waste of money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Why is there a need to procure a campus in Bukit Timah when you are already expanding into Warren Golf course?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Why the hell would anyone go to NUS Biz and study marketing when its marketing campaign (read: lame ass ads) obviously sucks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) How does reminding everyone that NUS is a 100 years old benefit current students?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Who benefits from an education in NUS? Students entering the workforce or Professors looking for promotions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) What impact does someone being offered an honorary title in a foreign university have on student lives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Can an arts degree be useful to anyone not doing postgrad work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Instead of insisting that arts graduates are versatile and can work in a myriad of industries, why not just indicate their bloody major in the certificate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argument between the 3 unis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NTU: We may be boring, but our students have the best in hands on education&lt;br /&gt;SMU: We may be new but our career direction ensures grads that start work immediately&lt;br /&gt;NUS: Im a 100 years old so all of you shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polys: All you U-grads dont know shit, its always us getting the job done while u assholes argue abt why you're better you square hatted mother fuckers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*rant over*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28918945-115496675064841761?l=filthosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filthosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/115496675064841761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28918945&amp;postID=115496675064841761' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28918945/posts/default/115496675064841761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28918945/posts/default/115496675064841761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filthosophy.blogspot.com/2006/08/nus-some-things-to-ponder-dear-readers.html' title=''/><author><name>linbei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701874006835765004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28918945.post-114905456426390467</id><published>2006-05-31T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T09:02:58.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why do Gorilla's have small balls?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having tiny nuts isnt a sign that you are a loser, rather, its an indication that you are king, the alpha male, the grandaddy pimp of the animal world. So why do Gorillas have small balls? Simple- they dont need big ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, the gorilla is a pimp, its social system is called a harem- one male gorilla to several females and their young. Its really nice to see an entire gorilla family just chilling out- father, mothers, and kids (occasionally the females may engage in some bitchslapping because frankly, you'll get pissed too if you had to share your silverback with another female). Anyway, they remain faithful to each other, the females dont sleep around, and the male fights to protect and care for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brings me to the point about parental investment (technical term). Primates (like gorillas, apes, you and me) take extremely long to reach maturity (refer to previous post). In between all the crying and screaming and baby arse wiping, you also gotta think about feeding and protection and habitat and whatever. Think about it, would you spend your time, money and effort taking care of a brat that isnt yours? I dont think so, neither will the male gorilla, with limited food and resources it cannot afford to. If im gonna care for some kid it better be carrying my genes, no use caring for some black kid that came from my chinese wife if you get what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a nice shag the male gorilla is certain (paternal certainty) that the semen carried in its lady's ovaries is its own, and if any sperm is gonna be fertilising the egg, its gonna be his. Some other animals however, dont have such assurance. In the animal kingdom (as in most clubs, pubs and nightspots) the females have the upper hand. For every available female there will be a proportionately higher number of males offering dick. The female can take her pick whereas the rest get filtered out (refer to previous post, evolution and dead virgins).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some females are classified as promiscous (technical term, not mine), they may have mutiple partners. This is beneficial because she can ensure that only the best sperm survives (out of the pool of many) and that her offspring has a maximal chance of thriving. If you were one of the lucky candidates that gets to mate you wanna maximise the chances of your sperm being the last man standing at the gates to the egg (sperm competition). To do that, you gotta get as many of your soldiers into the fray, to compete with soldiers from other camps. And to do that, you need a lot of jizz, you need to ejaculate more than your rivals. To have more of that love juice, you need larger nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gorilla doesnt need large nuts because its females are faithful. (Furthermore, some species have semen that forms a vaginal plug so that ejaculate from other males cant get through!).&lt;br /&gt;In summary, if you have large nuts, it's nothing to be proud of. It just means your lady's banging with the neighbours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you know why gorillas have nano sized nuts, go google the following&lt;br /&gt;i) sexual fitness&lt;br /&gt;ii) sperm competition&lt;br /&gt;iii) parental investment&lt;br /&gt;iv) paternal/ parental certainty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time il tell you how we rule the world from the kitchen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28918945-114905456426390467?l=filthosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filthosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/114905456426390467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28918945&amp;postID=114905456426390467' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28918945/posts/default/114905456426390467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28918945/posts/default/114905456426390467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filthosophy.blogspot.com/2006/05/why-do-gorillas-have-small-balls.html' title=''/><author><name>linbei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701874006835765004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28918945.post-114897472997248263</id><published>2006-05-30T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T12:22:33.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Evolution and dead virgins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science shouldnt be atas, it shouldnt be the sole purview of the intelligentsia or exploited by the bourgeoisie, it should be accessible to the masses, and rearticulated to fit the circumstances of the everyman, something average Joe can relate to. But ignorance is bliss and knowledge brings pain, and for the everyman, i have info here that will either free you or make you sad. (if you want the more scientific explanation, scroll to the bottom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's why there's a 50% chance that men who die virgins deserve to do so:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your gene is selfish, it doesnt know whether you drive a WRX or take Bus 11, it doesnt know whether you are a investment banker with JP Morgan or a VCD seller, and neither does it care. All it knows and cares for is that it must pass itself on to your offspring. And in order for that to happen, you need to fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The desire for sex is fundamental to our survival, and the survival of all Eukaryotic, multicellular species on this planet (even plants have sex, more next time). When my women friends say that men only think about sex, i reply that if we werent like so, the race wont survive. So ya, maybe Freud was right, sex is the fundamental driving force in human nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, in order for you to fuck, there must be someone to fuck. The peacock must find the peahen to mate with, it cant just screw a feather duster, and since most animals save for primates (humans, apes, chimps, bonobos etc), dont have opposable thumbs or hands for that matter, i doubt that the peacock is able to wank, so the only way for the peacock to satisfy its very natural horniness is to screw a peahen. If it does, it will pass on its genetic material to the peachicks that the peahen produces, the generation repeats and peacocks continue to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why would a peahen sleep with a peacock? Did the stud buy her a drink, take her out on dates or promise her that lucrative promotion at the office? Well, it's because she finds him pretty. So here it is, what men have been searching for their entire lives, the very secret that drives men to Indonesia and Thailand to consult the shamans for magical concoctions, the secret that NS men have been fervently searching for in the pages of FHM and other second rate skin mags.........what would make a female sleep with you.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Have good genes&lt;br /&gt;2) Be a provider&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do women like tall broad shouldered men, flat stomachs, straight teeth, chiselled features as opposed to Quasimodo the Hunchback of Notre Dame? Simple, its the genes and state of health. Thats why peacocks need the pretty feathers, the beauty of their feathers indicates how healthy they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats why if you are buck teethed, overweight and unevenly footed with the mental capacity of a drooling half retarded camel you dont find women queing up to sleep with you- cos your genes are obviously fucked up some where. Do you think they want such fucked up DNA in them? Do you think a woman would wanna nauseously bear another human being for 9mths then painfully squeeze it out her pussy and be rewarded with a smaller, dumber, more drooly version of you and then raise it for the next 15 years? I dont think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, i sound too cruel. I myself am far from perfect. My feet point 45 degrees outwards, i often have people enquire about my hernia condition or swollen gonads. My face is a nice short angular square with the resemblance of a mahjong tile, women arent exactly queing up for me either. We cant choose the conditions of our birth nor the genes that constitute us. So how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Be a provider&lt;br /&gt;Do you find women who openly declare that they'd like to be impregnated by irresponsible men and then abandoned during their nauseous 9mths of childbearing? Hav u come across women who say they love to be single mothers juggling 2 jobs and 3 babies because the father of her children left them? I dont think so. You see, females, especially mammals (thats you and me) are extremely vulnerable when they are heavy with child, because of the gestation period (9mths). After the child is born, it will require supervision, care and feeding until it reaches maturity- humans take bloody long to do that, there are 23 yr olds who are still terribly immature.&lt;br /&gt;Now which do you think a human female would prefer-&lt;br /&gt;a) penniless, doesnt wanna get a job, can hardly provide for himself let alone wife and kids, no future ah seng&lt;br /&gt;b) drive fast car, stable income , can send kids for piano lesson, next month get promoted ah huat.&lt;br /&gt;If you cant answer this question you are probably too stupid to raise kids and therefore shouldnt have them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to my fellow men out there, stop bitching about how women only care about money and good looks, go out there and get a job, improve yourself and go for a jog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why do some losers die virgins? Well, in a cruel, pure biological sense (over here i will use animals as examples), an organism which such poor genes will not get a chance to mate and will therefore die, its fucked up genes die with it. Or 2 organisms that have poor genetic constitutions will produce an offspring with such a poor state of health that it dies before sexual maturity or is infertile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a human sense, if you are a slob, jobless, spending whatever handouts from your retired parents to pay for your 4D hoping to strike it big, then u r a loser that deserves to die a virgin. You are not exactly genetically weak, but your sexual fitness is at an all time low, and your ability to provide is non-existent. Dont spread your nonsense to future generations pls. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Let me make myself clear: I AM NOT A PROPONENT OF EUGENICS! One can make up for poor genetics by constantly improving themselves on other levels. When i say some losers deserve to die virgins i mean they can still live normal lives, just that they're virgins. I AM NOT SAYING go out and kill these fuckers before they get lucky!!!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To save myself a lot of accusations of being Hitler, i recommend you.....go......and.......&lt;br /&gt;Wikipedia:&lt;br /&gt;i) Selfish Gene (&lt;a href="http://www.en.wikipedia.org/wiki/selfish_gene"&gt;http://www.en.wikipedia.org/wiki/selfish_gene&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;ii) Sexual selection (&lt;a href="http://www.en.wikipedia.org/wiki/sexual_selection"&gt;http://www.en.wikipedia.org/wiki/sexual_selection&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;iii) Sexual fitness (&lt;a href="http://www.en.wikipedia.org/wiki/sexual_fitness"&gt;http://www.en.wikipedia.org/wiki/sexual_fitness&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;iv) Mate choice (&lt;a href="http://www.en.wikipedia.org/wiki/mate_choice"&gt;http://www.en.wikipedia.org/wiki/mate_choice&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next time I'll tell you why gorillas have small balls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28918945-114897472997248263?l=filthosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filthosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/114897472997248263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28918945&amp;postID=114897472997248263' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28918945/posts/default/114897472997248263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28918945/posts/default/114897472997248263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filthosophy.blogspot.com/2006/05/evolution-and-dead-virgins-science.html' title=''/><author><name>linbei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701874006835765004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28918945.post-114895480937102962</id><published>2006-05-30T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T10:06:49.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its a sick sad world- and Im better because of it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need papers when i shit, newspapers have a laxative effect on me. In the midst of that deluge of ads and photos of politicians lies very few things that catch my attention- like that report on Dennis Wee and how he eats 6 meals and shits 4 times a day (finally, someone other than me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But als0 in the papers, are stuff that i just pass over, stuf that i dont wanna look at, stuff about little girls going missing, fathers molesting their children, bombs going off in Mid East. My life is happy, me knowing about stuff like this is not gonna change the world or make these people's lives less fucked up. So here I go in my safety bubble, thinking abt the next song to pilfer from the net, or that hot chick i used to check out at the Biz canteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot chicks in papers catch my attention...naturally. Like those that appear in the Newpaper New Face contest ads. They've changed the approach this year, its no longer so much about these hot girls next doors like days of yore, but now its about class, abt the finer things in life. Its wine instead of beer, Paris instead of Patpong. Its abt driving your Beemer up to Mount Faber for a nice evening instead of pumping your car stereo while driving your WRX into Zouk carpark. How nice......ahhhhh.....soothing isnt it?.......and then flip to the next page and you see how a tour bus crashes in Malaysia killing a driver and a young boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whilst tonight some guys driving his beemer up to Mount Faber for a nice one, a father and mother are preparing for their son's funeral.  This boy's never gonna drive that beemer up Mount Faber for a nice one. Someone drove him up to malaysia and that killed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, knowing about these isnt to bring that boy to back to life, it isnt gonna return that missing girl to her parents, its not gonna stop bombs from blowing up villagers. But these remind me that there is more to this world than just cars and money and babes, and that I shouldnt bitch so much abt having to work to make a living, that i should look beyond the superficial veneers that we put over us to shield us from the harsher realities of this world (i wont even call it the 'real world' or the 'world outside', that suggests that we exist in a different reality. No. Thats our reality, thats the world we live in.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exercise for the day&lt;br /&gt;Had a fucked up breakfast? Hate the food at the office canteen? In the time it takes for you to say "fucked up food like this shouldnt even be eaten"- &lt;strong&gt;one child lies dead because of hunger related diseases&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;strong&gt;1 child every 5 seconds&lt;/strong&gt;). Think about this before every meal today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28918945-114895480937102962?l=filthosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filthosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/114895480937102962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28918945&amp;postID=114895480937102962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28918945/posts/default/114895480937102962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28918945/posts/default/114895480937102962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filthosophy.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-sick-sad-world-and-im-better.html' title=''/><author><name>linbei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701874006835765004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28918945.post-114889840894576673</id><published>2006-05-29T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T12:22:06.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GYM BULLSHIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose the natural thing to do while blogging is to talk about bland details of personal lives that no one cares about, is anyone even gonna read this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, here we go. Signed up for my trial gym (i wont say which one, but you know which one im talking abt) membership (sold to me by some PRC guy called Simon at NUS for $39, for two people). Went down there......and the bullshit never ends, spend my next fucking 2 hours there having these fuckers ask me to identify whats wrong with me, where are my imperfections, what do i wanna lose or gain. Even ask my girl how many inches of her thigh la, her arm la, that she wanna lose. Eh come on la, who the hell is goin to think about all these so specifically before coming to your bloody atas gym. Even the koobye VP or donno what fuck ang moh mother fucker also got pot belly, probably take all the money he earn from stupid yuppies to finance his beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then they take us on tour, show us all the machines and what not. Ok, your machines zhai, banyak banyak, your trainers also very fit, but every where i go got these stupid gay looking arseholes staring angrily at me, like im going to steal their boyfriend like that. Please la, i like boobs, not your 'man-pussy' or your boyfriend's for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also got one on one consultation about fitness goals- i say i want lean mass, they advise "cardio, resistance and core training"......eh come on la, i got no fitness trainer certificate i also know la, this is bloody common sense, any half past six gym goer read mensheatlh also know. The best part was one trainer tell me weight every year will change......wa, i cant believe people pay membership to get such 'solid' advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking about membership- almost $400 for enrolment, 120+ for monthly, and 102 for processing fee. What processing fee need fucking 102 dollars?!!! I ask the girl (ok la, she was friendly and tried her best) why need 102 to print fucking card and do admin stuff...so the fucking angmog towkay can go drink beer and pick up our local girls is it?!!!&lt;br /&gt;contract is for 12 month basis, when you first join you must pay the enrolment, the processing fee and 1st and 12th month monthly fee, come up to 600++.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you what la, take your fancy towels, water bottles, posters and other fuckshit, roll it up nice nice, and stick it up your pantat. I go Club Fitt- the people's gym, the Heartlander's Healthzone, i only pay $2.50, student pay 1.50. Got shower, water cooler, and got trainer also. Even at Katong Gym (2.80 per entry), monthly membership last time offer at 30++. Tonnes cheaper, none of the bullshit. Go there, train, fuck off, thats what fitness should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[on a side note, they did give me a fitness test with some funky machine, probably the only valuable 10 minutes out of the entire 2 hrs squandered there. Im mildly overweight according to BMI, some muscle stiffness (at least better than shrinkage) and muscle weight at 58/77kgs. Not bad, my competitive eating traiing regime coming in handy]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28918945-114889840894576673?l=filthosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filthosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/114889840894576673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28918945&amp;postID=114889840894576673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28918945/posts/default/114889840894576673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28918945/posts/default/114889840894576673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filthosophy.blogspot.com/2006/05/gym-bullshit-i-suppose-natural-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>linbei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701874006835765004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28918945.post-114889663900005625</id><published>2006-05-29T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T17:57:19.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, so this blogging thing works, and i figured out how i can edit post to remove shit that might piss people off. Now to see how i can insert pictures....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8008/3069/200/Ugly%20guy.jpg" width="299" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Ok i have no idea who this fucker is, i just searched google for ugly man and this is what i got.&lt;br /&gt;Fine, now i know how to add pics to a blog. Next thing to figure out is how to change the skin...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28918945-114889663900005625?l=filthosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filthosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/114889663900005625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28918945&amp;postID=114889663900005625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28918945/posts/default/114889663900005625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28918945/posts/default/114889663900005625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filthosophy.blogspot.com/2006/05/ok-so-this-blogging-thing-works-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>linbei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701874006835765004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28918945.post-114889599739876097</id><published>2006-05-29T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T17:46:37.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Internship does get me bored, ended up reading all these people's blogs, especially Tat's posts about how he is so intellectual and how it makes him sexy. Of course it is at times like this, in real life conversation i would probably blurt out a string of Hokkien profanities in response to Tat, i figured i should reserve such courtesy to real life interactions with real people with real feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, figured out i might as well get into this blogging thing, so here I am testing this thing out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28918945-114889599739876097?l=filthosophy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filthosophy.blogspot.com/feeds/114889599739876097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28918945&amp;postID=114889599739876097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28918945/posts/default/114889599739876097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28918945/posts/default/114889599739876097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filthosophy.blogspot.com/2006/05/internship-does-get-me-bored-ended-up.html' title=''/><author><name>linbei</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13701874006835765004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
