how darth became vader...

anakin was scammed!!!!

i watched star wars last week!!! hahaha... sounds like a great achievement... but it isn't... okie the show was great... especially the light sabre battles... as everyone knows who is still alive in episode 4 there wasn't many surprising battle outcomes... you could say all the battles were rigged... i mean even the clothes that anakin was wearing points to the fact that he will join the dark side... i mean he's the only jedi that wears black leather...

well the most important thing about episode 3 is the fact that the sith finally took over... and formed the empire... and how anakin became darth vader... well personelly i felt that anakin was scammed into joining the dark side... sidious claimed that he could prevent pat-may from dying... which is the major reason anakin decided to join... but after slicing off samuel L jackson's hand and seeing him sky dive off into the darkness... he pulled sidious up only to hear him say that he will dwell more into the darkness to find the secret of immortality... if i was anakin, i would have sliced sidious into about 3 pieces and watch him meet samuel at the bottom... sidious techincally scammed anakin into joining... this is so multi-level marketing...

there were other more lame ways they tried to settle loose ends... like how general grivious was killed... obi wan pryed open his chest plate and shot him till he burned in his own fuel... bad way to die... too bad he didn't have a role in episode 4... but it is still a loss to the characters of star wars... the other one was how obi wan slashed off anakin's 3 limbs in one smooth motion... now that star wars doesn't need him anymore he'll make a great knife salesman...

anyways... just a note to next generation sith lords... u should take more apprentices and not limit yourself to one... count dooku had to be killed... if sidious couldn't scam anakin into joining before he died than the sith would be in deep trouble... and to the sith apprentices... stop killing the sith lords to get into power... i know if the sith lord becomes immortal... techincally your corporate ladder would be non existant... but everyone will get tired of being the bad guy sooner or later... episode 6 proves this... so just wait...

the story about madagascar is not real...
i wrote it...

how madagascar got it's name...

ever wondered how madagascar got it's name?

it all started in the 1890s... when the motor car was still a relative new invention... madagascar at that time was not clled madagascar... let's just call it island x...
this missonary left italy and made his way to africa... he started at the top of africa and made his way down along the east coast towards the cape of good hope... along the way he spread the good word... when he reached the cape of good hope he decided to travel along the west coast back up to europe...

after a few days of walking along the beach he saw a island in the distance... he asked some locals about the island but no one seemed to know much about it... so this missionary thought that it must be God's will that he saw this island that no one knew much about... so after he secured the services of a local fisherman, he made his way across the straits to island x...

upon reaching the island he told the fisherman to come back in 365 days to pick him up... after he saw the boat chugg farther and farther away he entered into the dark forbidding forest... he walked and then he walked some more... but after 3 days the missionary fainted... when he woke up he found himself in a village populated by short people... the missonary tried to talk to them but none knew what he was saying... and he knew not what they were saying as well...

after afew months the missonary taught some of them how to speak and he in turn learnt their language... now at least they could understand each other... the missionary started telling stories about the outside world and the short people were amazed at the wonders of the world...
one of the things that the missionary told them was the invention of the motor car... the short people were most amazed at this... so when they first heard it they said in halting english," mad ya? gas car..." the missionary tried to explain it but the short people just continued to say," mad ya? gas car..."

soon it was the 364th day and the missionary left for the beach so that he could go back to italy and tell them of this island x and the short people... when he reached back to italy he told them about this island x... but what everyone found most interesting was the fact that they could say," mad ya? gas car..." as it turned out the people in italy could hardly speak better english so in the end they decided to rename island x madagascar...

the weather...

Jack:" So the weather's been really bad lately..."
Jill:" Erm... yes it has..."
Jack:" Hmmmm...."

what do people talk about when there's nothing to talk about or when the silence just gets too stifling? they talk about the weather... well i've got nothing much to talk about too... but i feel the need to write something... so i'm going to comment on the weather anyways... as i'm not a world reknown blogger who needs to satisfy the millions who tune in every single day as if they have nothing else more important to do... i'll probably get away with this sort of slip-short effort of a blog...

well the weather has been bad... it's like humid in the morning... rising to an umfortable temperature at noon... with dark cloulds gathering around two to three... and the rain pouring around four to five... then the rain stops in the evening time just as people start to leave work... but even as the rain stops the air is still uncomfortably humid... perks of living in the tropics...

it doesn't mean i don't like the rain... in fact i love the rain... i love the way it's calming and i love the relief it gives from the heat... by the way i like sunny days too... but what i don't like about the rain is the fact that it makes my feet wet... as the shoes i'm wearing is kinda holey... actually it's really holey... it's made that way... it's not old... not that old anyways... stepping into puddles is an absolute no no... unless u like wet socks... so usually i don't wear it if it's already raining... but these days it quite hard to tell... it may be dark thundering but then again the rain may not come...

his' and her's...

today i spent some time with a friend... and she was looking for a pair of slippers... first things first... girls go shopping... guys go to a shop... look at something... pay for it... then leave... but guys do go shopping... but only with girls...

during this shopping experience i learnt that buying a pair of slippers is tricky business... the slipper must not look better than the feet... it has to compliment the feet... it doesn't work the other way around... guy's on the other hand goes to a shoe shop... take a look around... sees something he likes... trys the size... pays for it and leave... unless he's doing it with a girl...

and there's another thing... when buying slippers one cannot wear socks... if one is wearing socks then one will not be able to see one's toes and hence will not be able to judge if this pair of slippers would show too much skin... i was thinking... even if were wearing socks wouldn't you be able to feel if too much of your toes are showing? that's just the guy in me talking...

growing up...

today i carried a one day old baby in my arms... it belongs to the proud new parents of Mr. and Mrs. wee... sorrie not it... stephen... it was the first time i held something so fragile that was alive in my arms... watching it stick it's tongue out makes me wonder if i had been like that when i was a one day old child... it's eyelids were excessively large and covered his eyes which enabled him the sleep all the time...
seeing the baby made me feel old... a friend felt sad because she was turning 21... turning old... for the first time in my life i truely felt old... old and at a lost... i had lost the innocence that came with being a child... and the extended sleeping hours...
unfortunately growing up came with a price... it gives you the freedom to make your own decisions sure... but it also takes away the joys of living the simple life... like the toys'r'us ad would go," i don't wanna grow up i wanna be a toys'r'us kid..."

too much time...

okie... it's like the second time i'm writing about having too much time and having nothing to fill it up with... but this sort of free wheeling in a stardard timezone activitites have got to stop... computer games really don't have the same addictive attachment that used to grip my less than available free time... so i'm really going to write... write a really story... not one of those short compositions that we were forced to pen when we were stuck in a classroom... this is a short story that i'am willingly going to write... hopefully it's not too short so i can maybe publish it and earn lots of money from it... but that's besides the point... the main point is to write to pass time and work the old noggin... army tends to rust it... it's also an effort to improve the language... army tends to destory it... but if you know me i wouldn't start till a week or two after so don't bother asking to read it... i'll send copies out for vetting... and constructive criticism... don't be sad if i don't send you one... it doesn't mean i don't trust your english powers... it just means i didn't send it to you...

other things that happened in the week... let's see... saturday apparently was like the offical day to organize a birthday party if your birthday fell around this weekend... went to two on one day... usually one in a day is the norm... both were of people that i've known for a long time... by that i mean i didn't just meet them in the last 12 months... it's quite comforting to know that people act exactly the same in public and at home... actually i'm like that too... better that than finding out you actually know an oscar winning actor/actress...

recently a book club was formed... and apprently i'm in it... fortunately there's no need for a organizer... otherwise i'm sure who the rest are oh-so-willing to pick... this book club is so unlike the types that we see on the telly... we don't meet at someone's home to talk about the book... we don't read the same book at the same time... we just rotate the books that we own and when we sit down once in a while for a cup of java we'll just unconsciously start talking about it and make our 2 cents worth of comments that will lead someone else in the "club" to want to borrow the book... the government should use us as it's speak good english campagine...

reality...

do i give the impression that i'm totally non-pissable?
do i need to hurl lighting/draw blood/destory the known world before people realise that i too have a fuse?

bubble boy...

today i went for my driving lesson in the morning as usual... what was so special today was that when i reached there... i found out, to my horror, that i did in fact do not have a lesson today... so today i went there just to set off for home once more... i must have been living in a bubble...

today, i also finished the book that i've been reading... memiors of a geisha... i only recently started reading this book... didn't read it when it was super popular years ago... it didn't appeal then... and honestly, i didn't read it now because it appealed to me when i picked i up afew weeks ago... i read it because i had no other choice... there was no other book at home to read... fortunately it didn't disappoint... the book i must admit is quite a page turner... okie i didn't read it like there was no tomorrow... but nothing grips adttention like suffering... when i started reading i thought that it was based on a real person... i canot be more wrong... it's based on the life of no one particular geisha... everything is made up... well i should have guessed... nobody's life can hold that much of pain and suffering yet turn out the way the character had ultimately hoped for... the plot is good... hope when the movie comes out the plot's not lost in t's own bubble...