yes, he is more shuai in real life. no more comment. not me of course.
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
Monday, May 29, 2006
038 : When they do speak up.
Blog: So, how do i look ?
YK: Ok lar.
Blog: Oh ? I think i need more tweaking here and there. Some stuff are not right.
YK: Really meh ? I try lor. But right now damn tired sia. Cramming so much HTML codes at once.
Blog: Yes, it was never meant to be easy. Good job nonetheless... You deserve a pat on the shoulders.
YK: Right. I really should go to sleep. Its late and my project is collecting dust like there's no tomorrow...
Blog: Ah. Yes. You should, and did i mention how cute YUI looks on me ? Excellent choice of ladies to garnish me i might add. Okay, off to bed young one, may the force be with you in future updates.
Yk: .......... and with you....
YK: Ok lar.
Blog: Oh ? I think i need more tweaking here and there. Some stuff are not right.
YK: Really meh ? I try lor. But right now damn tired sia. Cramming so much HTML codes at once.
Blog: Yes, it was never meant to be easy. Good job nonetheless... You deserve a pat on the shoulders.
YK: Right. I really should go to sleep. Its late and my project is collecting dust like there's no tomorrow...
Blog: Ah. Yes. You should, and did i mention how cute YUI looks on me ? Excellent choice of ladies to garnish me i might add. Okay, off to bed young one, may the force be with you in future updates.
Yk: .......... and with you....
Thursday, May 25, 2006
037 : Dreams Pt. 1
My fellow contact on msn had the word "kidnap" on her display pic, and thus this had made me wanna blog because of a particular dream i had 2 nights ago and maybe some relavance to the recent news of the child kidnap.
Everyone was at home, me mom and unc, we were chit chatting about some stuff. I decided there was insufficient beverage left in the fridge, so i decided to head down to the covenient stall near my block.
I exited my door and down the stairs, 3 shadowy figures were strangely walking up in a suspicious fashion. I could not see or remember their faces but i was quite sure they were below their 20s. As our shoulders brushed past each other, they suddenly turned, all 3 of them simultaneously to me and stopped in their tracks. Deciding to ignore them i continued down the steps of my 3 storey flat.
Later, i arrived at the ground floor. I turn to the direction of the convenient shop, 3 other strangers out of the blue jumped out of the bushed and sort of ambushed me, arms trying to grasp hold of me, i somehow manage to evade them and i started running towards of group of students studying below my block. From the distance, i see yet another 3 suspicious and dark characters by the refuse chute area. They were walking towards my direction. I quickly got seated and joined the study group at the tables.
Interestingly, the 3 on the stairs were still at the stairs, their steps halted. The 3 that ambushed me were confused, still looking around for the traces of me even though i was less than a couple of metres away. The 3 who were walking towards me had too, stopped in their tracks. The study group i was in acted as if nothing had happened, and continued their mindless mugging. It felt as if the place and space had arrived at a standstill, somehow it was as if i was trapped in limbo or somesort. Fear was inbound.
Next thing i know, the clockwork of time started to tick again. The 3 on the stairs continued their way up the stairs while the 3 who ambushed me joined them in their journey. The remaining 3 waited at the refuse chute area. I remained seated, i felt that my palms were sweaty and shaky. My body refuse to move. (ok, here i woke up due to a cramp on my arms due to bad sleeping posture, but i soon lost concious and back into the dream)
Givng myself some time analyse the situation, i directed my eyes to the direction of the stairs, screams were heard as i saw mom being carried away by 2 or 3 person who went up the stairs previously. At the back followed unc, too captured and towed down the stairs. All 6 of the weird people had kidnapped them. The 3 positioned at the chute had begun to move and helped move them into a van. My body acted without a second's delay and dashed to the van, however i was pulled down by one of the study group people. I took a glance at the van's plate number, hoping i could provide this info to police further on. The person who dragged me down was this guy, around my age and looked like me. Together, we contacted the police and they came and check my house for damages and stuff. My house was in a terrible wreakage, as if hurricane katrina had paid a visit to my home. Nothing seems to missing, though, just items displaced all over the floor. I treaded across the ruined home, trying to piece my mind together, then i realised it was a dream and i woke up... strange eh ?
Everyone was at home, me mom and unc, we were chit chatting about some stuff. I decided there was insufficient beverage left in the fridge, so i decided to head down to the covenient stall near my block.
I exited my door and down the stairs, 3 shadowy figures were strangely walking up in a suspicious fashion. I could not see or remember their faces but i was quite sure they were below their 20s. As our shoulders brushed past each other, they suddenly turned, all 3 of them simultaneously to me and stopped in their tracks. Deciding to ignore them i continued down the steps of my 3 storey flat.
Later, i arrived at the ground floor. I turn to the direction of the convenient shop, 3 other strangers out of the blue jumped out of the bushed and sort of ambushed me, arms trying to grasp hold of me, i somehow manage to evade them and i started running towards of group of students studying below my block. From the distance, i see yet another 3 suspicious and dark characters by the refuse chute area. They were walking towards my direction. I quickly got seated and joined the study group at the tables.
Interestingly, the 3 on the stairs were still at the stairs, their steps halted. The 3 that ambushed me were confused, still looking around for the traces of me even though i was less than a couple of metres away. The 3 who were walking towards me had too, stopped in their tracks. The study group i was in acted as if nothing had happened, and continued their mindless mugging. It felt as if the place and space had arrived at a standstill, somehow it was as if i was trapped in limbo or somesort. Fear was inbound.
Next thing i know, the clockwork of time started to tick again. The 3 on the stairs continued their way up the stairs while the 3 who ambushed me joined them in their journey. The remaining 3 waited at the refuse chute area. I remained seated, i felt that my palms were sweaty and shaky. My body refuse to move. (ok, here i woke up due to a cramp on my arms due to bad sleeping posture, but i soon lost concious and back into the dream)
Givng myself some time analyse the situation, i directed my eyes to the direction of the stairs, screams were heard as i saw mom being carried away by 2 or 3 person who went up the stairs previously. At the back followed unc, too captured and towed down the stairs. All 6 of the weird people had kidnapped them. The 3 positioned at the chute had begun to move and helped move them into a van. My body acted without a second's delay and dashed to the van, however i was pulled down by one of the study group people. I took a glance at the van's plate number, hoping i could provide this info to police further on. The person who dragged me down was this guy, around my age and looked like me. Together, we contacted the police and they came and check my house for damages and stuff. My house was in a terrible wreakage, as if hurricane katrina had paid a visit to my home. Nothing seems to missing, though, just items displaced all over the floor. I treaded across the ruined home, trying to piece my mind together, then i realised it was a dream and i woke up... strange eh ?
Thursday, May 18, 2006
036 : Suddenly, I'm not half the man i used to be....
Just when you think everything is going fine. Shit happens. It always does right ? *plays vader entrance music* Oh please, spare me of the dark side, i got enough of that already.(inside joke) Its amazing how some people have relatively low EQ compared to the class average, (considering i am average that is), sometimes you just need to know yourself better. Makes me laugh when vader told me last time about his cognitive crap when he don't even know himself..
Enough of that guy already. Now to the good stuff...wait... ?! What good stuff ? I didn't know anything about any good stuff ? Actually i am referring to this weekend ! Its gonna be fun, i hope, as long as it does not hurt my wallet. Oh, i might be getting a Palm too, thats kinda cool, you know, a handheld with onboard WiFi, how great is that ?
School suck. Everyday its just mindless working and working... and playing and playing. Pangya is now part of my daily activity, as i one day hope to achieve a good standing in the golf community, its a fun game after all. As for work, its coming along well, i think. If all things do not have such f-ups as last year, it should be a great year of architecture fun in school. And the best shit that ever came around, industrial attachment, can't wait to get myself killed in society.
Speaking of society, is anyone of you reading this anxious or excited to work outside fulltime as a slave of economy ? I sure am. I am getting sick of my mother telling me off and hushing me to start work so that she can enjoy life as a happy retiree, i never said i won't work, its just i feel the time ain't right. Besides, i hate collecting and asking for my allowance all the time, it doesn't feel right, and there is always this disturbingly weird force around them when i do ask for cash. Maybe i am just too sensitive ya ?
I have so many things not done lar, i need to wrap present(s), prepare for my scout meeting this saturday, do up architecture massing model as soon as possible, do that stupid report writng crap as i got a presentation next week, oh and i do have the 3rd session of my basic course for scouts. FUUU~ Shinjata....
Can you feel my stress level ? Haha, no lar, i am not stressed at all, i mean, yar, seriously, if i am i won't even be typing this crap. I am just taking it easy thats all, relax man, everything will be fine somehow, someday. That's my firm believe. For those who are damn stressed and feel lost, just tell yourself, "Its okay to live a screwed up life." Just maybe, MAYBE you would feel better already=)
As always, each post you see here its either full of crap or very good stuff. For now, maybe its just another CRAP post, who knows..... Am i screwing your brain already ? For my *cough*regular*cough* readers of my crap, you should have already figured out the pattern of this post ya ? YUI rocks "my world". So does YOU.
Enough of that guy already. Now to the good stuff...wait... ?! What good stuff ? I didn't know anything about any good stuff ? Actually i am referring to this weekend ! Its gonna be fun, i hope, as long as it does not hurt my wallet. Oh, i might be getting a Palm too, thats kinda cool, you know, a handheld with onboard WiFi, how great is that ?
School suck. Everyday its just mindless working and working... and playing and playing. Pangya is now part of my daily activity, as i one day hope to achieve a good standing in the golf community, its a fun game after all. As for work, its coming along well, i think. If all things do not have such f-ups as last year, it should be a great year of architecture fun in school. And the best shit that ever came around, industrial attachment, can't wait to get myself killed in society.
Speaking of society, is anyone of you reading this anxious or excited to work outside fulltime as a slave of economy ? I sure am. I am getting sick of my mother telling me off and hushing me to start work so that she can enjoy life as a happy retiree, i never said i won't work, its just i feel the time ain't right. Besides, i hate collecting and asking for my allowance all the time, it doesn't feel right, and there is always this disturbingly weird force around them when i do ask for cash. Maybe i am just too sensitive ya ?
I have so many things not done lar, i need to wrap present(s), prepare for my scout meeting this saturday, do up architecture massing model as soon as possible, do that stupid report writng crap as i got a presentation next week, oh and i do have the 3rd session of my basic course for scouts. FUUU~ Shinjata....
Can you feel my stress level ? Haha, no lar, i am not stressed at all, i mean, yar, seriously, if i am i won't even be typing this crap. I am just taking it easy thats all, relax man, everything will be fine somehow, someday. That's my firm believe. For those who are damn stressed and feel lost, just tell yourself, "Its okay to live a screwed up life." Just maybe, MAYBE you would feel better already=)
As always, each post you see here its either full of crap or very good stuff. For now, maybe its just another CRAP post, who knows..... Am i screwing your brain already ? For my *cough*regular*cough* readers of my crap, you should have already figured out the pattern of this post ya ? YUI rocks "my world". So does YOU.
Wednesday, May 10, 2006
035 : Here's a good one =)
The organs of the body were having a meeting, trying to decide who was in charge. Each organ took a turn to speak up:
Brain......... I should be in charge because I run all body functions.
Blood........ I should be in charge because I circulate oxygen for the brain.
Stomach... I should be in charge because I process food to the brain.
Legs......... I should be in charge because I take the brain where it wants to go.
Eyes......... I should be in charge because I let the brain see where it's going.
Asshole.....I should be in charge because I get rid of your waste.
All the other parts laughed so hard and this made the asshole very mad.
To prove his point, the asshole immediately slammed tightly closed and stayed that way for 6 days, refusing to rid the body of any waste whatsoever.
Day 1 - Brain got a terrible headache and cried out for relief
Day 2 - Stomach got bloated and began to ache terribly
Day 3 - Legs got cramps and became unstable
Day 4 - Eyes became watery and vision became blurred
Day 5 - Blood became toxic and poisoned the body
Day 6 -The other organs agreed to let the asshole be in charge.
Moral of the story: No matter who you are, or how important you
think you are, you will find that it is always the ASSHOLE that is in charge.
Brain......... I should be in charge because I run all body functions.
Blood........ I should be in charge because I circulate oxygen for the brain.
Stomach... I should be in charge because I process food to the brain.
Legs......... I should be in charge because I take the brain where it wants to go.
Eyes......... I should be in charge because I let the brain see where it's going.
Asshole.....I should be in charge because I get rid of your waste.
All the other parts laughed so hard and this made the asshole very mad.
To prove his point, the asshole immediately slammed tightly closed and stayed that way for 6 days, refusing to rid the body of any waste whatsoever.
Day 1 - Brain got a terrible headache and cried out for relief
Day 2 - Stomach got bloated and began to ache terribly
Day 3 - Legs got cramps and became unstable
Day 4 - Eyes became watery and vision became blurred
Day 5 - Blood became toxic and poisoned the body
Day 6 -The other organs agreed to let the asshole be in charge.
Moral of the story: No matter who you are, or how important you
think you are, you will find that it is always the ASSHOLE that is in charge.
Monday, May 08, 2006
034 : I'm just a baby. OH MIND !
MERRY.GO.ROUND
YUI
FROM ME TO YOU
-romaji by cori chan and slightly modified for easy singing by jess.
-chords by cutie me..... ewww
INTRO :
Bm D A G 2X
VERSE:
Bm D
to-bi-da shita SUNI-KA-
A G Bm
hito no nami ni sakara-u you ni
D
a-ru i-ta
A
Can I come back?
G Bm
doh-ou su-re-ba yo-kat-ta da-rou?
D A
hana-yaka nama-chi-na-mi dat-te
G Bm
ni-ji-yim-de yuku ka-e-ri mi-chi
D A
Crazy passion / Easy action
G D
wu ke to me-te ho-shi kat--ta noni
*Chorus:
A
namida no Merry Go Round
G
kagayaki ni to-mado-u
Bm A
I'm just a baby
D
Oh! mind
A
sayonara Merry Go Round
G
a-i-jo-u ga karama-wari shita
Bm A G (or D)
feeling's the Merry Go Round
Bm D A G
[Ah... ah......]
VERSE:
ta chi do-maru kou sate-um
furi mu-kenai no kita i shite i-ru
ya.sa-shi-sa ni
Can I come back?
yu-da-ne-ru ko-to ga de-ki-nai
SHIGUNARU ga-a-wo ni ka wat-te
watashi wa mata a-ru-ki-da-su
dou shita no? Is this all? o-i-ka-ke-te ho-shi-kat-ta noni
*Chorus
Guitar Solo:
G G A A G G A A Bm A G F#m G G A Bb
Final Chorus: (play 1 fret higher)
D# Bb
namida no Merry Go Round
G#
kanashi-mi ga tomaranai
C#m Bb D#
I'm just a baby Oh! mind
Bb
sayonara Merry Go Round
G#
kesana-i-de s-ou ne-ga-u da-ke
C#m Bb G#
feeling's the Merry Go Round
C#m D# Bb G# x2
[Ah..... ah........]
-End-
Pretty easy song ya ? My mom was complaining how such songs are easy to sing... But this song is really a tongue twister you know ?
I will add the guitar solo when i got time, its 1am now and i am tired.... and yay, my blog is half a year old... going to change my skin soon....
YUI
FROM ME TO YOU
-romaji by cori chan and slightly modified for easy singing by jess.
-chords by cutie me..... ewww
INTRO :
Bm D A G 2X
VERSE:
Bm D
to-bi-da shita SUNI-KA-
A G Bm
hito no nami ni sakara-u you ni
D
a-ru i-ta
A
Can I come back?
G Bm
doh-ou su-re-ba yo-kat-ta da-rou?
D A
hana-yaka nama-chi-na-mi dat-te
G Bm
ni-ji-yim-de yuku ka-e-ri mi-chi
D A
Crazy passion / Easy action
G D
wu ke to me-te ho-shi kat--ta noni
*Chorus:
A
namida no Merry Go Round
G
kagayaki ni to-mado-u
Bm A
I'm just a baby
D
Oh! mind
A
sayonara Merry Go Round
G
a-i-jo-u ga karama-wari shita
Bm A G (or D)
feeling's the Merry Go Round
Bm D A G
[Ah... ah......]
VERSE:
ta chi do-maru kou sate-um
furi mu-kenai no kita i shite i-ru
ya.sa-shi-sa ni
Can I come back?
yu-da-ne-ru ko-to ga de-ki-nai
SHIGUNARU ga-a-wo ni ka wat-te
watashi wa mata a-ru-ki-da-su
dou shita no? Is this all? o-i-ka-ke-te ho-shi-kat-ta noni
*Chorus
Guitar Solo:
G G A A G G A A Bm A G F#m G G A Bb
Final Chorus: (play 1 fret higher)
D# Bb
namida no Merry Go Round
G#
kanashi-mi ga tomaranai
C#m Bb D#
I'm just a baby Oh! mind
Bb
sayonara Merry Go Round
G#
kesana-i-de s-ou ne-ga-u da-ke
C#m Bb G#
feeling's the Merry Go Round
C#m D# Bb G# x2
[Ah..... ah........]
-End-
Pretty easy song ya ? My mom was complaining how such songs are easy to sing... But this song is really a tongue twister you know ?
I will add the guitar solo when i got time, its 1am now and i am tired.... and yay, my blog is half a year old... going to change my skin soon....
Friday, May 05, 2006
033 : First Submission of 2006
Here's some side notes :
-I need to be more aware of my choice of words now, people come from many search engines to my blog my typing some rather interesting search terms
-Like if i put "Architec*ure", many students would come sniffing around by blog for research materials... so yar i need to be careful from now on.
OH and guess what, i got time to do useless stuff like blogging when submission is tomorrow ! Here's something to make my blog look interesting, its my desktop =)
Click on the image to enlarge. Oh and thats YUI by the way. I bought her album from japan and its rather... expensive, well its the JAPAN version.... what do you expect ?
Yuan Kai
over and out.... to sleep....
-I need to be more aware of my choice of words now, people come from many search engines to my blog my typing some rather interesting search terms
-Like if i put "Architec*ure", many students would come sniffing around by blog for research materials... so yar i need to be careful from now on.
OH and guess what, i got time to do useless stuff like blogging when submission is tomorrow ! Here's something to make my blog look interesting, its my desktop =)
Click on the image to enlarge. Oh and thats YUI by the way. I bought her album from japan and its rather... expensive, well its the JAPAN version.... what do you expect ?Yuan Kai
over and out.... to sleep....
Monday, May 01, 2006
032 : I... NEED.... TO BLOG
____WARING WHINING BELOW_____
hi, today, i will type something to clear something off my mind, which had been bothering me for quite sometime, as the below text would be extremely boring to the nonchalant and the indifferent, so formatting and checking would be ignored.
the time now is 11:52pm local singapore time. the clock is ticking and ticking and tick, so much that its really ticking me off... hi, let me just whine a little:
1. my damn air con is spoiled, leaking water....
2. had a semi-bad experience during dinner tonight, was like a roller coaster ride gone bad.
3. failed to fix headphones today, almost busted the damn thing.
4. wasted alot of time doing lame stuff instead of work, lame stuffs include blogging and eating out.
5. pissed someone off. pissed myself off.
6. my body is aching like a toe getting rolled over by a car, well, almost.
7. i am yet again doing last minute work, at the wee hours of the night.
8. a particular someone is pissing me off in school, relax man.
9. my belly is growing bigger by the minute.
10. life just sucks, growing up sucks more, and so does the society and crap.
suddenly, i feel damn immature, just like a particular someone, why heck am i typing all this shit out ? why should i let anyone know ? feck. sometimes i think having a blog is good, as i can whine and whine and whine non-stop, well until my fingers fail me or the current thru my com cuts out. read read read!!!! haha i don't care, anymore.
in response to my observation earlier in the night during dinner, a fellow associate had said the following, "wah lau, school is sooooo boring lar. go school, smoke, then go tutorial slack, then go eat lunch then come back slack again." and what amazes me the most is that he got a fripping >3.0 GPA for his grades lar.
sure, they are judged through test and stuff, but for we archi-turds, we are going through a remarkable assesment system that is said to help us make it into the REAL working conditions. sure, my course would seem(not confirmed) more prestigious than those like electrical enginnering and crap, but the work load and other stuff is much much more astounding.
through my best efforts, i could only secure an ok ok grade, but for those pple in other courses, any beng/seng/ah chek can score at least a 3 and above, while we, the design turds go through the annoying thing called projects and these are year long ones.
in the end if you think about it, and also what many people had confirmed in society, people do look at grades only, they do not care if u had worked like a goat/sheep/cow/insert random animal here/horse, its all meritocracy baby.
is this fair ? nah, since when was life fair ? deal with you pal. you're a damn retard if you do not understand this.
yes. i am that retard that someone kept calling me. retard retard retard thats who i am. maybe i should even go register it as my official name.feck.or even my middle name. leow retard yuan kai. sounds cool.
why are some people so crazy ? they do wild and crazy stuff, when they do, the strangers around them disappeared and instinct takes over. imagine you are growing in a box, a small tiny box that would not fit a normal person, you grow and grow and grow. and when you hit the max, you still fecking grow in that box. one day you are let out of the box after you stopped growing. the things you lack, you will start to take them back, for this case, space.
what do i mean ? ok, here's another analogy, when young you are a workaholic, then when you grow old, you tend to be a slacker and shit. why ? because i feel its human nature to strike a balance between the scales of life. you tend to do the opposite in opposite ends of your life cycle. well, that's what i think......
feck look at the time, 12.16am. thats morning already...... and i am barely done with my work and assignments.
life stinks of dog poo, canadian husky dog poo. for once "musashi" pls do not spam my tag board or i will have no choice but to remove it or ban ur ip. i am in a bad mood so do not push your luck.
_____END OF WHINING_____
hi, today, i will type something to clear something off my mind, which had been bothering me for quite sometime, as the below text would be extremely boring to the nonchalant and the indifferent, so formatting and checking would be ignored.
the time now is 11:52pm local singapore time. the clock is ticking and ticking and tick, so much that its really ticking me off... hi, let me just whine a little:
1. my damn air con is spoiled, leaking water....
2. had a semi-bad experience during dinner tonight, was like a roller coaster ride gone bad.
3. failed to fix headphones today, almost busted the damn thing.
4. wasted alot of time doing lame stuff instead of work, lame stuffs include blogging and eating out.
5. pissed someone off. pissed myself off.
6. my body is aching like a toe getting rolled over by a car, well, almost.
7. i am yet again doing last minute work, at the wee hours of the night.
8. a particular someone is pissing me off in school, relax man.
9. my belly is growing bigger by the minute.
10. life just sucks, growing up sucks more, and so does the society and crap.
suddenly, i feel damn immature, just like a particular someone, why heck am i typing all this shit out ? why should i let anyone know ? feck. sometimes i think having a blog is good, as i can whine and whine and whine non-stop, well until my fingers fail me or the current thru my com cuts out. read read read!!!! haha i don't care, anymore.
in response to my observation earlier in the night during dinner, a fellow associate had said the following, "wah lau, school is sooooo boring lar. go school, smoke, then go tutorial slack, then go eat lunch then come back slack again." and what amazes me the most is that he got a fripping >3.0 GPA for his grades lar.
sure, they are judged through test and stuff, but for we archi-turds, we are going through a remarkable assesment system that is said to help us make it into the REAL working conditions. sure, my course would seem(not confirmed) more prestigious than those like electrical enginnering and crap, but the work load and other stuff is much much more astounding.
through my best efforts, i could only secure an ok ok grade, but for those pple in other courses, any beng/seng/ah chek can score at least a 3 and above, while we, the design turds go through the annoying thing called projects and these are year long ones.
in the end if you think about it, and also what many people had confirmed in society, people do look at grades only, they do not care if u had worked like a goat/sheep/cow/insert random animal here/horse, its all meritocracy baby.
is this fair ? nah, since when was life fair ? deal with you pal. you're a damn retard if you do not understand this.
yes. i am that retard that someone kept calling me. retard retard retard thats who i am. maybe i should even go register it as my official name.feck.or even my middle name. leow retard yuan kai. sounds cool.
why are some people so crazy ? they do wild and crazy stuff, when they do, the strangers around them disappeared and instinct takes over. imagine you are growing in a box, a small tiny box that would not fit a normal person, you grow and grow and grow. and when you hit the max, you still fecking grow in that box. one day you are let out of the box after you stopped growing. the things you lack, you will start to take them back, for this case, space.
what do i mean ? ok, here's another analogy, when young you are a workaholic, then when you grow old, you tend to be a slacker and shit. why ? because i feel its human nature to strike a balance between the scales of life. you tend to do the opposite in opposite ends of your life cycle. well, that's what i think......
feck look at the time, 12.16am. thats morning already...... and i am barely done with my work and assignments.
life stinks of dog poo, canadian husky dog poo. for once "musashi" pls do not spam my tag board or i will have no choice but to remove it or ban ur ip. i am in a bad mood so do not push your luck.
_____END OF WHINING_____
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