I’ve been watching smallville ever since season 1… and i still do not know what the fuck is wrong with Clark and Lana… 6 seasons and 132 episode later (excluding season 7) it is still the same…

seldom the lead actor and the lead actress doesn’t get hooked up. quite sad actually, but anyways a nice video of Clark and Lana.

The Fray - Look After You

if you do not know what the fuck happened, this is the post and it started from here

you are so ugly and you still say you are so pretty, where i’m so handsome and you say that i’m ugly, what the helllll? whatdevil! whatdevil!! whatdevil!!! - (actual quote from video, poor pronunciation included.)

steven lim my friend, you have just proved xiaxue’s point…

[YOUTUBE]n9jJyhu0qOw[/YOUTUBE]

Pouring Ketchup
The full technical explanation. Impress your friends.

Are you one of those people who taps at the bottom of an inverted ketchup (catsup) bottle, waiting in frustration for the sauce to pour? I am speaking of traditional ketchup bottles, not squeeze tubes, wide-mouth jars, or bottles designed to stand on their heads. Have you ever wondered if there is a right way to do it – a way that works, and makes scientific sense?

Yes, folks, there is a right way to do it, and it does make sense. Here is how, and why:

First, let’s look at the most common wrong way to do it. Remember the old “anticipation” commercials from the 1970s? The bottle is held upside down, then the hungry diner waits… and waits. Most people I know attempt to improve on this by tapping the bottom (that is, the upper end when the bottle is upside-down). That may help, but not necessarily for the reasons you imagine.

upside-down bottles

Ketchup can be regarded as a highly viscous liquid, or a thixotropic (flows under pressure) solid. Neither term is exactly correct, but the problem is not what to call it. The problem is how to get the ketchup out of the bottle, in measured quantities, without making a mess.

In order for the ketchup to emerge, air must enter the bottle. With an ordinary liquid such as water, a very narrow (dropper) neck would prevent the displacement of water by air. But a ketchup bottle has a neck that would be much too wide to prevent water escaping, and air rising in, when a bottle containing water is inverted. In the case of ketchup, the sauce is thick enough that the gravitational pull on the ketchup does not suffice.

Ketchup will certainly fall, of its own accord. In the case of a partly empty bottle, tapping the base can expel some ketchup without the need for air to enter. This is because the air that is already inside the bottle can slightly de-pressurize. Tapping the inverted base may slightly liquify the ketchup, enough for some to drop out even though no air is taken in. But in a full bottle, the ketchup must move to the side so that the air can rise through the neck at the same time that the ketchup escapes. The weight of ketchup is not great enough for this to happen in most circumstances.

So, in the case of the full ketchup bottle, the problem can be divided into two issues: (1) How can I get the ketchup to move aside, so that air can enter on the opposite side? (2) How can I give the ketchup “extra weight,” so that it will be pulled out of the bottle faster?

The first issue is solved by holding the bottle sideways, with a slight downward tilt, rather than upside-down. In this position, the ketchup naturally is pulled to the lower side of the neck, and the air naturally will channel along the higher side of the neck. Anyone who pours an ordinary liquid from a bottle knows this. Yet it is amazing how the experience is forgotten when it comes to ketchup.

sideways bottles

Merely holding the bottle in the correct position is not very effective. It is necessary to “increase the weight” of the ketchup by applying some G-force. This can be done by tapping the bottle downwards against your hand, to bring the bottle to an abrupt halt. In other words, the bottle moves downward and is stopped by the stationary hand. The picture shows a fist, but an open palm may be better. Don’t hurt yourself! If your hands are delicate, you may try some other method of applying an abrupt stop to the bottle, provided that the stop is not rigid or fragile, and that you mind where the ketchup is going to emerge. Striking the bottle at the upper side of the neck is much less effective, since it applies the G-force in the wrong direction.

Tapping the inverted bottom of a full bottle – the customary way – is counterproductive. If you do that, most of the G-force will tend to keep the ketchup in the bottle. But now you know the right way, thanks to the amazing power of the Internet to unleash this kind of information. Of course, it would be possible to print instructions on the side of the ketchup bottle, but you wouldn’t read them if they were there, now would you?

Footnote: A year after I posted this page, I happened to be in the same pub where I first got the idea to write about pouring ketchup. At a nearby table was a couple, who had ordered hamburgers. After the woman failed to get ketchup out of the bottle by using the various wrong ways shown above, the man showed how to do it the right way. The only difference is that he bumped the bottle against his open palm, rather than against his clenched fist. (That’s a better idea, but I didn’t have a graphic image of an open palm.)

I asked the man where he had learned the right way to get the ketchup. He told me that he learned it while stationed in Germany (U.S. Army) around 1985. I didn’t think of asking whether he had learned it from the Army, or from the Germans.

I have also been told that long ago, one of the major ketchup manufacturers once ran ads instructing users to tap the label (on the bottle neck). But I don’t recall seeing such ads; in any case, no explanation was given.

Author

from yahoo

Tue Jun 26, 5:34 PM ET

MIAMI (Reuters) - Professional wrestling superstar Chris Benoit killed his wife and 7-year-old son before hanging himself from his weight machine, authorities said on Tuesday.

Investigators said the murder-suicide happened over Friday and Saturday in the suburban Atlanta home where the bodies of Benoit, his wife and young son were found on Monday.

Nicknamed “The Rabid Wolverine” and “The Canadian Crippler,” Benoit had canceled two events in Texas over the weekend citing an undisclosed “family emergency,” his employer, World Wrestling Entertainment, said on its Web site.

Benoit then sent “several curious text messages” to friends early Sunday morning and this prompted authorities to check on him and his family at their home, the statement said.

Autopsy results showed that Benoit first murdered his wife, Nancy. She was bound at the feet and wrists and died of asphyxiation sometime on Friday, Fayette County District Attorney Scott Ballard told a news conference.

She was wrapped in a towel and some blood was found under her head but Ballard said there were no other signs of a struggle.

The couple’s son, who also died of asphyxia, was apparently killed as he lay in bed on Saturday morning, hours before Benoit hung himself, Ballard said.

“It was the cord from the weights,” he said, describing how Benoit managed to strangle himself.

Benoit left no suicide note but placed bibles alongside the bodies of his wife and son, Ballard added.

“In a community like this it’s bizarre just to have a murder-suicide and certainly involving the death of a 7-year-old child,” said Ballard. “I don’t think we’ll ever be able to wrap our minds around that completely.”

Lt. Tommy Pope of the Fayette County Sheriff’s Department said it could be several weeks before toxicology reports were available. But he said anabolic steroids were among the prescription drugs found in Benoit’s house.

In some cases, use of muscle-building steroids has been linked by U.S. health officials to uncontrolled outbursts of anger or combativeness.

The Atlanta Journal Constitution said the Benoits had lived together since 1997 and were married in 2000 but separated about the same time Nancy Benoit filed for divorce in May 2003.

In an accompanying petition, the newspaper said Nancy Benoit had sought protection from domestic abuse, claiming she was intimidated by threats of violence from her husband.

She later filed to have the divorce and protective petitions dismissed.

Benoit began his career in his native Canada more than 20 years ago and wrestled in Japan before moving back to North America.

to the muthafucking lorry driver whom parked your fucking lorry on the fucking pavement and tried to reserve onto the fucking main road without checking for traffic, fuck you.

How cool is that?

i think the transformation is really too much as compared to the older cartoons that we used to watch… but hey, they look very cool!

Link here.

taken from here.

some understands, and some don’t. retard morons. can’t live with it, my solution for you, stop blogging.

Part 1

The Electric New Paper :
Why post online if you can’t take flamings?
Netizens slam blogger who filed police report after she’s ‘flamed’ for her photos and comments
THE pictures were personal and revealing. When Michelle Quek, 18, put them up on her blog last year along with some comments about herself, she did not expect a fiery reaction.
06 April 2007

THE pictures were personal and revealing.

When Michelle Quek, 18, put them up on her blog last year along with some comments about herself, she did not expect a fiery reaction.

But that was exactly what she got.

It became so bad she filed a police report. When she posted a copy on her blog, it sparked off another wave of ‘flamings’ against her for ‘over-reacting.’

Which raises the question: How far should one go to defend oneself as the Internet becomes more and more like the Wild Wild Web?

Michelle’s problems started when an Internet user named Chao_turtle came across her blog and started a thread on a popular Internet forum last October.

Literally translated, ‘Chao turtle’ means smelly turtle.

In response to the post, other users started subsequent threads about Michelle in the following months.

Michelle, a student, said there were four threads, each with hundreds of postings, and there have been about 2,000 postings.

She was upset when many forum members commented on her pictures, and they took postings from her personal blog and put them on theforum.

Some comments were polite, but many others were nasty and insulting.

Soon, the flamers even moved the forums to her blog. The flaming went on for almost a week.

That was when she threatened to make a police report. The forum users taunted her - and she went ahead..

On 28 Mar, Michelle filed the report at the Serangoon Neighbourhood Police Post against one Chao_turtle.

Michelle said she uploaded her personal photos on her blog knowing that it would be open to the public.

‘I’m fine with people viewing and keeping my photos, but not putting them all over a forum and insulting me over it,’ she said.

That night after going to the police post, she uploaded a digital copy of the report on the blog for all to see.

The next morning, someone posted the picture of the report on the forum.

The thread received a staggering 1,400 posts and 27,000 views in one day before it was closed by the forum administrators.

Michelle said: ‘These people have gone too far with their abuse of my photos and defacing of my blog.’

She claimed they ‘defaced’ her blog by posting nasty comments on her tagboard, which is an electronic message board designed by her.

In defending herself in the forum over these photos, Michelle said they should not be criticising her because there was nothing wrong with what she did. She was free to post her pictures, she had a family lawyer who would help her and her father supported what she was doing.

Some forum members found her tone condescending. Others did not like the way she flaunted her lifestyle on her blog, about how her brother drove a Honda Integra Type R, a sportscar, and how she couldn’t wait to get her licence so she could drive one.

She also wrote about how her mother bought her a Louis Vuitton bag, from the Damier Azur Speedy collection.

Other more daring users went on to flame her on her blog’s tagboard.

One anonymous post on her blog read: ‘You are an open target… but you don’t know who am I… hahaha… scared right…’

With the overwhelming attention that she was receiving, Michelle started feeling paranoid.

‘Will I get into trouble outside because lots of people now know how I look?’ she asked The New Paper when we spoke to her last week.

‘I’m from a middle-income family. I never said that I was rich,’ she added.

For Michelle, all she wants now is to be out of the spotlight. She feels more at ease after making the police report.

After the report was posted on the forum, the flaming died down for a while.

‘I’m a bit relieved now. I don’t have to worry… If the flaming stops, I won’t pursue this case,’ she said.

Is she over-reacting? Some netizens think so.

Ms Helen Leong, 28, a regular forum user who read the posts, said: ‘If she can’t take the flamings on the forum, then why did she post her pictures online?

‘It’s common sense: if you post anything online, you have to be prepared for flamings.

‘The correct thing to do if your pictures are leeched and posted on other forums is to inform the forum administrators to remove the pictures.’

Some others acknowledged that users like Chao_turtle may have overstepped the line by using words like ’slut’.

A 24-year-old engineering undergraduate who took part in the forum wrote: ‘Chao_turtle is entitled to his opinion, although I do not agree with the way he started the issue.’

Forum user Han Ming Guang, 22, an undergraduate from the National University of Singapore, said that making a police report was ‘ludicrous’.

‘Flaming happens everywhere,’ he said. ‘If she can’t handle it, ignore it. If she can’t ignore it, then she should just make her blog private.’

Michelle has now locked her blog pictures with a password to restrict access.

When contacted, a police spokesman said: ‘We found no criminal elements disclosed and have advised Michelle to liaise with the service providers to remove the objectionable content.’
Copyright © 2005 Singapore Press Holdings Ltd. Co. Regn. No. 198402868E. All rights reserved.
Privacy Statement and Conditions of Access

Part 2

The Electric New Paper :
Taking flamers to task
SHOULD victims of online flaming go to the police? Is it the same as disputes with your neighbours, void deck quarrels or family fights that turn ugly?
06 April 2007

SHOULD victims of online flaming go to the police?

Is it the same as disputes with your neighbours, void deck quarrels or family fights that turn ugly?

Under the Computer Misuse Act, people who hack or deface a website, blogsite or e-mail account can be jailed up to three years or fined up to $10,000.

In Ms Quek’s case, anyone found defacing her site can be taken to task.

Dr Ang Peng Hwa, chair of the Nanyang Technological University’s Wee Kim Wee School of Communication and Information, said: ‘Though there are exceptions, flaming generally isn’t criminal.’

He added that most online flamings are civil disputes.

And the likeliest civil suit would be for defamation, he said.

But do such cases need to end up in court?

Dr Ang feels that it is better to approach forum moderators or even the Internet service providers (ISPs) like SingNet for help.

DOUSE THE FLAME

Ask them to remove the flaming threads on the forums.

Ban errant users from visiting and defacing others’ blogs.

But you would need proof.

‘A police report or lawyer’s letter, to show that you are serious in your claims,’ Dr Ang said.

In the US, ISPs play a major role in policing the Internet and can even ban defamatory posts and even restrict their authors’ activities.

This is due to laws that hold ISPs accountable for the online services they provide to users.

Dr Ang feels that local ISPs can play a greater, more active role, with the right regulations in place.

Then, ISPs might just be suited to handle a new kind of ‘neighbourhood’ dispute - online flamings.
Copyright © 2005 Singapore Press Holdings Ltd. Co. Regn. No. 198402868E. All rights reserved.
Privacy Statement and Conditions of Access

You be the judge.

got it from eastcoastlife 

I was on the line with my Chinese partner when one of my Marketing Executives, Josephine, rushed in. She looked hot and flustered. She waited for me to finish my call before telling me in an urgent tone.

“Boss! Boss! Gerard needs ER! He’s in the Men’s Room!”

“Huh? What ER? What happened? He fell?”

“Quick! You go and see lah!”

I rushed towards the Men’s Room where several of
the female staff, who have not gone for lunch yet, were gathered outside. They were giggling and shouting out to the men inside the washroom. I barged into the Men’s Room, leaving the gals gasping loudly at my action.

I saw Man and Arshad standing outside a cubicle. I went forward and saw Joe kneeling down in front of Gerard who had his pants half-way down. Gerard got a shock when he saw me and yelled,”Close the door!!!”

“What the Hell is happening? What are you doing, Joe? ” I raised my voice. I was disgusted by the scene right in front of me and put out my right hand to stop the door from closing.

“Gerard’s got his dick caught in the zipper! hahahaha….” Arshad offered an explanation.

“What? Let me take a look!” I tried to push the door open.

“No! No! No! Joe’s helping me.”

“I cannot do anything lah! You have to go to the hospital.” Joe stood up and declared defeat.

“What? How can I go out like this? It’s lunch time, the whole Suntec City is packed! Owww …. sh*t! Can you all get Boss out? Call her for what! ”

“Let me see!” I dragged Joe out of the cubicle and charged in.

“weiiii!”

Despite Gerard’s protest, I knelt down, brushed his hands away and tried to survey the extent of the damage. I could hear the other guys sniggering away. The poor fellow has got a teeny piece of foreskin caught in his zipper. The zipper could neither go up nor down then. Ouch! I could almost feel his pain. hmmmm…. it’s a tricky task as to how I’m going to get his dick freed.
“Get me a pair of scissors! And my glasses. I can’t see so near.”

“Weiii! Don’t anyhow cut arh! I still want to celebrate Father’s Day! Wait! Wait!Wait!”

“You want to walk through the lunch time crowd in this condition or not? This type of small case no need to go to the hospital lah! Who ask you not to wear underwear huh? Want to be hip and never think of the consequences.”

I couldn’t help chiding these youngsters. Either they don’t wear underwear, or they would wear a teeny weeny piece of cloth over their private parts, …… young men and women nowadays, tsk tsk tsk…….

Whenever I tried to gently pry the zipper from the skin, Gerard would be howling in pain. I was sweating in the hot cubicle. There was a commotion outside now as more people came to know of it. We had to lock the door of the toilet.

I examined the dick ahem ……, area carefully, trying to find a solution. Half an hour had passed and we were clueless. Seems like the only thing to do was to go to the hospital. But this is such a minor accident. Gerard is would be a laughing stock.

I called Chris, twittered and pinged. Hoping someone can come up with a solution. Finally after an hour of trying and serious brainstorming, we have to make this announcement to Gerard.

“Joe and Man are going to hold you down. Remember how our Moms used to tear the plaster from your healed wounds? I’m gonna do a very fast zip down. It’ll be over in seconds. Bear the pain for a while. Be a man, ok?”

“Noooooo!!!”

“Don’t anyhow move or I’ll tear a whole strip of skin from your pecker! Arshad, get me the rubber bone from my table, let him bite on it. er…. Gerard, you pee already or not yet? Don’t pee on me hor.”

By then, another few guys returned to the office because of an ‘emergency sms’. The kaypohs (busybodies)! Henry (remember my Creative Director) was doubling up in laughter. He offered to be the Executor. Everyone was poking fun at poor Gerard.

The moment finally arrived. I had to be the ruthless Executor (Gerard trusts me more). We made Gerard lie down on his back across two chairs, 4 guys held down his hands and legs. Henry covered Gerard’s face with a jacket.

Secretly and silently, trying very hard to contain our laughter, we posed for a few pictures first, hahahaha…. We were so wicked hor! Then we told Gerard to take a deep breath and then zippp! It was over!

Sounds so easy. Gerard almost jumped out of his skin and the guys have to really hold him down. A tiny piece of skin and a little speck of blood was sacrificed. Gerard took it like a man! There was a drop of tear at the edge of his right eye though. awwww…… hehehe….

After washing my hands, I told Gerard,”From now on, your dick is mine! I saved it.” muahahahaha…..

A warning to all my staff, if any of my photos go public, your dicks and pussies would be mine. No hehehe.

And to those ‘pig frenz and dog buddies’ who thought I was having an affair - go fug yourself! Geez………

that didn’t turn into a beautiful swan…

wtf is she trying to prove showing her hideous photos of herself all the way from 1989???

Michelle Quek

Lee Kuan Yew’s Opposition to Trial by Jury

George P. Landow, Professor of English and Art History, Brown University; Distinguished Visiting Professor, National University of Singapore, 1998-1999

In an interview with the British Broadcasting Corporation, March 5, 1977, which his biographers include in full, the man who has done more than anyone else to create Singapore explains why he rejected Anglo-American system of trial by jury for his country despite the fact he trained as a lawyer at Cambridge. In his first case he was “was assigned to defend four murderers.” Fleeing the Japanese, a Dutch woman had entrusted her daughter to a Malay muslim.

She came back after the war, reclaimed the daughter. The Chief Justice, then an Englishman, pending hearing of the case, sent the girl who had been converted into Islam to a convent to be looked after, and hell broke loose. The police force mutinied. Malays and Muslims took out their knives and a lot of white men, just because they were white, nothing to do with the case, were killed. These four men were accused of killing a Royal Air Force officer and his wife and child. They were travelling on a bus from RAF Changi down to town.

Lee Kuan Yew, who had been assigned the case, explains that he did what any advocate does: He “worked on the weaknesses of the jury — their biases, their prejudices, their reluctance really to find four Mussulmen [Muslims] guilty of killing in cold blood or in a heat of great passion, religious passion, an RAF officer, his wife and child.” And he employed “the simple tricks of advocacy — contradictions between one witness and another, contradiction between a witness and his previous statement to the police and the preliminary enquiry.”

When the jury acquitted the murderers, Lee Kuan Kew reports, “The judge was thoroughly disgusted. I went home feeling quite sick because I knew I’d discharged my duty as required of me, but I knew I had done wrong.” He thereupon concluded that no government in which he had a say would employ this foreign, “foolish, completely incongruous system.” Pointing out that the French and other Latin nations do not use trial by jury, Lee Kuan Kew argues that it is too “alien” to the basic social attitudes of many other cultures, including those of Asia.

In his Memoirs, Lee adds more detail, but the main points still hold. Thus, it turns out that the young barrister defended four out of fourteen defendants; he brought judge and jury to the scene of the murders at night, demonstrating how difficult recognizing individuals would have been in such conditions; and although “Chinese and Indian jurors were never happy to convict if it meant sending a man to his death,” the evidence weighed heavily enough upon their consciences that they did in fact convict nine of the fourteen of “causing grievous hurt,” though three of his own clients “got off scot-free” (144). In the Memoirs Lee also explains in more detail why he believed his clients guilty, but the conclusion he drew from this painful experience of the jury system remained the same: “I had no faith in a system that allowed the supersitition, ignorance, biases, and prejudics of seven jurymen to determine guilt or innocence” (144).
References

Han Fook Kwang, Warren Fernandez, Sumiko Tan. Lee Kuan Yew: The Man and His Ideas. Singapore: Times, 1998.

Lee Kuan Yew. The Singapore Story: Memoirs of Lee Kuan Yew. Singapore: Times, 1998.

i’m reading all these bullshit when my paper is a mere 4 hours away… arghz