RETURN OF FARTMAN!

The Blame Game

The Blame Game is a highly intriguing dance that all of us, at one time or another, will perform. It's been passed down by the previous generations, bit by bit, step by step. However, the intricacies of this beautiful dance will eventually have to be perfected by ourselves.

Even when we become parents, we can never impart our entire library of knowledge to the little runts, for the obvious reason of protecting ourselves. Those little runts will only get smarter by the generations, and they learn too quickly for their own good. So, apart from relying on the ancient prerogative of a parent to place the blame on the squirt for that simple fact, we need some extra ammunition to use in combat.

The Blame Game can be played in almost any scenario.

Over dinner - who cooked the rice that looks like wet fart.

During an argument - who started the argument (whoever starts the game is probably the one who has lost the argument; however if used tactfully, it can also be used as a bluff to lure the other party's insecurities out into the open, and then moving in for the kill).

Over the household canine - who the dog belongs to, and basically things like "why isn't the owner of the dog not cleaning the shit that's stuck to its fur?!"

And, sometimes we all get thrown off by ingenious plays of The Blame Game. Only a picture could express the scenario, "Who fucked a butch?"



For ages none to infinity, vulgarities not included.

posted by Da Buffalo! @ 11:47 AM 2 comments

Tangled Up In Me

It's been a really weird week. Somehow during the course of the week I've found myself thinking about a friend a bit more than I normally do. Of course I've always tried to divide my time amongst my friends, but I can't really help who I think about can I?

It always gets a big confusing when lines start to blur. I don't really feel comfortable with that, but I can't help it, and it's screwing with the brain matter. I have to learn to control that.

"You finally find you and I collide..."

And of course I've been hearing that line a lot more since it's been receiving a lot more air time on radio, and now in my head. Stop it.....

Oh and I realised that I felt bad when I stopped over at Dreamscape the other day, and Sam asked me why I hadn't gone to the studio in a long time. Of course, I've been doing something with my time, but surely I can find some time to go down, although it's really inconvenient and by the time I leave the place I don't even feel like taking the train home. So.. why do I do that? Weird. Maybe I should draw up a timetable for people that I know and allocate them points so I'll know how much to hang out with them.

posted by Da Buffalo! @ 2:09 AM 3 comments

Wonderful World of Candid Shots

I was browsing through photos on funkygrad.com, trying to pick out some hotties and what not, when I came across a really interesting photo. Check this out.

It's CHOOOOOOO YIRONG sprouting ruthless comments about the contestants! Now we all know what she MIGHT be saying huh.

This really made my day. Thanks Yirong! Oh check out that babe in the pink top. Not baaaaaad.

posted by Da Buffalo! @ 3:41 AM 4 comments

March You Little Furballs

It's been a really harrowing coupla weeks, considering I've been having recurring dreams. Of course, for those whom I've actually confided in, it's not about the content of the dreams, but rather the subject. Anyhow, I'm hoping that this bottle of wine that Ah Ming generously gave to me, plus the beautiful dreamcatcher (it's the first I've ever gotten in my life) from Lizzie, will help ease the pain a little.

So Lizzie and I watched March of the Penguins today. In French. In case none of you know, I'm really proficient in French. I speak French like a native from Caen, after the Normandy invasion that is, so I might not actually be from Caen.

Anyways, it was really nice! I know Derrick was complaining about it being boring and what not, but really all of you know that he's just denying his true self. In 5 years you'll see Mel with someone else and derrick being flanked by... la la la. We'll leave that as an open discussion, for fear that Keong gets too freaked out.

The baby penguins were really very cuuuuute!! and if I could, I would buy a couple and stuff them into the freezer, occasionally taking one of em out for a stroll with Le Pooch. Ok that might be animal abuse, but... shhhh.. dun tell anyone. If they mate I'll cut u a really good deal.

Of course, the one thing that I realised was that whenever a penguin fell, be it an adult or a little tootsy, at least a couple of people would laugh. Of course there's nothing wrong in that, they look retarded, granted. However I was just wondering how it would look like to people who saw me fall when I was at Purdue and the snow was falling like a 2-year-old orgasm just waiting to burst. Interesting. Were they laughing at me like I was at the penguins? Interesting. Luckily I splashed the slush on the tudung. I still win, mothers!! ( this would apply to pple who know the story. I'm not proud of it really!)

Anyhow, the film ended rather amicably, with the family all surviving the winter. What utter bullshit. I bet they switched the babies or something. No way all three of them could've survived. Yeah I'm cynical, so sue me. If you have no fucking clue what I'm talking about, go watch, and learn.

I really hope my dream disappear soon. Something's getting to me about love, and I'm disturbed. I'm supposed to be enjoying myself, not falling in love again. BISH. Wake up little Suzie!

Till next time, goodbye world.

posted by Da Buffalo! @ 4:24 AM 0 comments