Saturday, May 29, 2010
I, The Colossal Sea Monster
Few months back, few nights continuously I was dreaming of me a dark colossal monster rising from sea bed. And a night I wend to my computer I search something but I can not remember what was I was searching for- I was sleeping probably- but I got out this image from the Wikipedia, I just accepted this monster as me without second thought - don’t ask me why I can not explain it but I just accept this monster was me that I was dreaming - and went to sleep again. On next day I try to find the exact page but I can not remember what page was, in this image I can not see my face, just dark face with a formable tails, just soaring to the dark sky.
Saturday, May 22, 2010
World View
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
The World of the Knowledge Management!
The below is I find from my inbox.
Last month a world-wide survey was conducted by the UN.
The only question asked was:
"Could you please give your honest opinion about solutions to the food shortage in the rest of the world?"
The survey was a massive failure because of the following:
1. In Eastern Europe they didn't know what "honest" meant.
2. In Western Europe they didn't know what "shortage" meant.
3. In Africa they didn't know what "food" meant.
4. In China they didn't know what "opinion" meant.
5. In the Middle East they didn't know what "solution" meant.
6. In South America they didn't know what "please" meant.
7. In the USA they didn't know what "the rest of the world" meant.
8. In Australia they hung up as soon as they heard the Indian accent.
Last month a world-wide survey was conducted by the UN.
The only question asked was:
"Could you please give your honest opinion about solutions to the food shortage in the rest of the world?"
The survey was a massive failure because of the following:
1. In Eastern Europe they didn't know what "honest" meant.
2. In Western Europe they didn't know what "shortage" meant.
3. In Africa they didn't know what "food" meant.
4. In China they didn't know what "opinion" meant.
5. In the Middle East they didn't know what "solution" meant.
6. In South America they didn't know what "please" meant.
7. In the USA they didn't know what "the rest of the world" meant.
8. In Australia they hung up as soon as they heard the Indian accent.
Sunday, May 16, 2010
You Can Judge A Book By Its Face Surly!
I read somewhere, a guy was saying that he is ugly but his mind is beautiful, well I don’t think so. Well ugly mean ugly, this stingy guy presumably well known around traps, that doesn’t mean he has beautiful mind. He tries to save few buck for his cosmetic surgery. I think ugly people with ugliness are mindless. Their virulent mind tries to justify their coxcomb misery ugliness. Beautiful people with beautiful mind, faltering beguiled human offense, people hate them. How could you have an ugly face with beautiful mind? People with comfortable with their gruesome beauty they should not so worry about their thin knifed ugly bulginess. I have been thinking of cosmetic surgery, but I am afraid of seeing women’s shafted beauty, their face are thin plateful tofu, waste not want not beauty in the Chinese restaurant waste bin. Full of Botox-boozed-squished-kennel faces timeless beauty, we fined glory infinity of human farces. I supposed that is honest human endeavor too. They fried their face with dullard neon light roasted golden chicken crispy skin, and knifed with under gaveled thieves rioting hands as they come as wholesome un-favorite-misery-bar in their morning mirror. They faced on their full length mirror face to face with vampire impaired smile and asked, “mirror mirror who is the most gruesome beauty in the world? You of course!” mirror shout back at their face with venomous curses every morning. These pandering curses ruined the ugliest hob-knobs. Anyway I am just bit of misconstructions of ugly face beautiful mind analogy in here. Do not try to justify your ugly face, insult yourself hail yourself with flattery human fallacy! I hate ugly people they are deadly offensive! But remember the theme of Beauty is in the eye of the beholder!
Friday, May 7, 2010
Imperfect goddess
HA HA HA
You know we all know about we are in the hand of madness, nature is greeting its greediness, thieves’ sultriness their empty wallets in a rustling green lined streets, I am in here read this defy me not drop dead gourmet glories of human niftiness. You know Shakespeare-in-waiting in their grave yard this is funnies thing, skeletons can dance in their bonny bums all night until dawn, you can imagine as English or any other languages is not your mother tongue sometime you come across this drop dead gorgeous hilarious delirious desirously verbal bloom-try-hard. I once, filled a visa applicant form, races section “yellow” can you imagine, that is right, when I translated Korean to English or any other language I am a “yellow” race that is what Korean is, so I only can translated Korean to English that is the exact word. O dear my word, you are declasses of grand with a rotten childish smile, dressed with an honorable thieves’ creed, an elegance amorous traitor in a lady arms, and here comes with the goddess revenge in her imperfect aegiss.
You know we all know about we are in the hand of madness, nature is greeting its greediness, thieves’ sultriness their empty wallets in a rustling green lined streets, I am in here read this defy me not drop dead gourmet glories of human niftiness. You know Shakespeare-in-waiting in their grave yard this is funnies thing, skeletons can dance in their bonny bums all night until dawn, you can imagine as English or any other languages is not your mother tongue sometime you come across this drop dead gorgeous hilarious delirious desirously verbal bloom-try-hard. I once, filled a visa applicant form, races section “yellow” can you imagine, that is right, when I translated Korean to English or any other language I am a “yellow” race that is what Korean is, so I only can translated Korean to English that is the exact word. O dear my word, you are declasses of grand with a rotten childish smile, dressed with an honorable thieves’ creed, an elegance amorous traitor in a lady arms, and here comes with the goddess revenge in her imperfect aegiss.
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Proof Me Not Or Proof Not Me
While I was self-checking out a supermarket. I noticed a Chinese girl, about 15 or 16 years old just another side(by the way under age person can buy things at a supermarket without a patron?), hold her dearest weathered mobile and was absolutely full concentration on talking in her feeble tongue slaughtering at deem light. She was discussing a move with a friend. Unbelievable affliction of herself to know what was the move like in a middle of supermarket self-check out. She still feed goods in self-checking machine and talking simultaneously. Very very fast speaking with full of glees and rages with full of vigorous must-know. Cruel tempo on proof me not or proof not me everyone ears. She didn’t even notice everyone were watching her with bit of despair and amusement, just talking away happy waffled body language. If she is your sister, you could give her a huge scold with crocodile – teeth doodle smile. “ how could you so mean so selfish thankless, conformable with feeble derogatory in your clap-trap in your hell-sizzling in your tongue!” I could not help myself but was cheering her up evilly and saying to her in my breath’ “keep going keep going, don’t care about a huge queue behind you, they can wait until you finished your jostles consensual nonsense!” And all of sudden, a dandy with conscious stern faced Chinese girl with a supermarket uniform(a sourer milling face winkled well starched napkin look)- she could have been a older sister of the girl was-in-talking- about 18 years old appeared, and was circling around the girl-in-walkie-talkie like a hen in a chicken shade. She went around right side and poking her head to her and left side again and was poking head to her with very very stern sisterly nun face- few times. But still this girl-walkie-talkie, didn’t squawky in her bum from front of lunatic nerdy self-checking machine. I was watching both of them and was killing myself laughing alleging vigilance. Finally the girl-in-walkie-talkie full realizing of her found-dead-laughing-stock-self unclaimed fame and gather her famed goods and while the girl in-stern-sisterly-stern-face stood at near watching her out. And across I was watching them with wit of rails. What a fortunate night trespassing each other finest growing hilarious disposition. I hate a mobile, I was lionizing for and longing for a days where there was no mobiles! I was somehow longing for a privilege of closeness and longing for bit of primitiveness of tenderness from this morbid madness
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