MOOFY IN BUTTHEDZ

I wanna thank Yasir for inviting me again to Butthedz....i didnt really sign up last time, cuz i thought i would have to make another username.

Anyways, it's 2.5o am, saturday morning , and i just came back from Hossain's after having a nice late night meal with him, and then sharing 5 cigarettes while chatting on the steps. I love these chats late at night.

I guess Yasir and Mahmood are just as lucky too. There's nothing like growing up together and watching someone age into being something special like a fine wine.

the most recent pictures i have are the ones i took in london in late august. so i am just putting another one of those up. This one is in front of the university Murad goes to. They wouldnt let me in cuz i wasnt a student , so i had to be satisfied with takin pics from outside.

One of the things that really surprised me about London was the number and density of Bangladeshis in east london. It was a very comfortable feeling watching old men in Kurta with a coat over it and women in hijab all over the place.

I havent been around much in Toronto, but I am definately not expecting anything like east london here.

An Ode to Idiocy (The Dumb Kind)

As the title suggests this post may have something to do with someone doing something not all that einstein worthy, i.e. just plain dumb. So let me answer both those questions and say, yes, this indeed is an account of exceeding stupidity, perpetrated in part by myself, and wholly by my intrepid flate mate, Mahmood.

So picture this, I come home from a hard day of watching hot girls kick butt (DOA, the movie sucked), eating extremely spicy fowl (Nando's) and getting my ass shot to hell (CS). So all I want to do is relax with a cool drink and watch RV, which Mahmood had bought from our friendly neighbourhood DVD pirate a few weeks back, but i never got the chance to watch till then, I think I see a curse coming in here.

Anyhoo, as it turns out Mahmood hadn't had any dinner, so we both decide to run down and grab some vittles, (after much "you go", "no you go" -ing). So we head off to our respective rooms to grab cash and keys, as I'm in the process of walking over to where I keep my keys, I hear the jingle of keys and mamo shout "Dude I got 'em", so I decide (very stupidly, in retrospect), to simply pick up my wallet, why I just couldn't make myself drop my hand down 3cm lower and grab the keys under my wallet I'll never know.

So we we walk out the door, and as the door is inched shut by the ancient pneumatic door closer thingy, I decide to do a double check and ask, "Dude, you got the keys rite?", Mahmood gives me a look that I intrepret as saying "duh", and replies, "NO, but you have 'em rite", it's only when I say 'no' and I see the look on his face, the one where he thinks I'm being sarcastic that I realize the truth, I shout at Mahmood to grab the door before it shuts, but of course mister reflexes misses and the door shuts. Now what's ironic here is that we've been talking about getting that damn door fixed for ages, the thing doesn't shut on its first try, like 90% of the time, but this time, wouldn't you have to know it, damn thing decided to work juuuuust fine.

I turn to Mamo and shout, "Dude, you were supposed to have the keys!", to which he retorts, "I thought you had the keys!", this flummoxed me, so I ask him to explain, as it turns out Mahmood thought he heard the jingle of keys coming from my room, but then, I KNOW he had the keys, I heard him pick them up and jingle them (jingle them?!?), and oh yeah, followed by him actually shouting that he got them, so why didn't he just stick them in his pocket? Then he explained how the keys make a bulge on his pocket and how he absolutely detests that, fantastic, now how do you argue with that?

So there we are, Mamo 'n me locked out of our apartment at 12am, and Mamo's doing dumb things like trying to climb throught the grille on the kitchen balcony, (there's not enough space for him to put a hand through) alternating with begging the cat to open the door which is ridiculous cause the cat doesn't know where Mahmood keeps the keys :) .

We finally decide to call our grumpy landlord to come and bail us out, which he actually asked us to do in such a situation as opposed to breaking the locks, but that seemed to slip his mind. We actually could've called a locksmith, who's number we DO have, but I just couldn't stand forking out 50RM to watch a pimply teenager jiggle a straightend paperclip in a lock for about 30sec before the door swings open and he grins widely and puts out his hand for his due, (as you can see this isn't the first thing someting like this happened to us, last time I got locked out of the bathroom, oh the shame, but that's another story), seriously, the locksmith dude should atleast make it look like it's hard to get the lock open, c'mon, look at what this does to our misconception that those little push button locks are an effective deterrent to the most hardened criminal, I like my misconceptions, they make me feel safe.

Anyway, to cut things short, our landlord turns up with a huge sack of keys and his Mr.Grumpy face, turns out he has no idea which of the million keys opens the lock to our door, and he really doesn't care to find out, kind of defies the point of having that sack doesn't it chuckles?

So we finally pluck up the courage to knock on the door of our, or what he have a hunch of as being, lesbo neighbours, and no, it isn't nearly as exciting as it sounds, and ask them if Mahmood can use their balcony to climb over on to ours, since fortunately we left that door open, watching mamo do that was insane, the dude crossed over almost three floors above the ground, it was pretty scary, that's nothing compared to the coronary he almost gave Brownie when the cat saw Mamo climb in through the balcony.

There was never any question of who'd be doing that though, I'm not crazy. It takes something like this to realise what a great friend Mamo is (and how forgetful, yeah that too). Anyhoo, the story ends with Mahmood totally redeeming himself in superhero like fashion (yeah, they have dorky superheroes too), and with me finally watching RV, well the first 30 mins of it atleast, I was totally wiped after our 'little misadventure' and fell asleep while trying to watch the damn thing. . . Ahhh, you can't win 'em all.

We may be locked out for the night, but we've got the time for a cute little phot-op

A li'l twist on an old favourite . .

I just saw this joke on the net, I'm sure most of you have heard it before, but not like this.


A magical frog was trapped in thornbush. A passing woman noticed his cries for help and asked it what was wrong, the frog explained its predicament and said, "if you free me, I have the power to grant you 3 wishes". The woman, of course, freed the frog, and the frog said, "Thank you, but I failed to mention that there was acondition to your wishes. Whatever you wish for, your husband will get TIMES TEN!" The woman said, "That's okay."


For her 1st wish, she wanted to be the most BEAUTIFUL woman in the world. The frog warned her, "You do realize that this wish will also make your husband the most handsome man in the world, an Adonis whom women will flock to". The woman replied, "That's okay, because I will be the most beautiful Woman and he will have eyes only for me." So, KAZAM!!!-she's the most beautiful Woman in the world!


For her 2nd wish, she wanted to be the RICHEST woman in the world. The frog said, "That will make your husband the richest man in the world. And he will be ten times richer than you. " The woman said, "That's okay, because what's mine is his & what's his is mine." So, KAZAM!!!-she's the richest woman in theworld!


The frog then inquired about her 3rd wish, and she answered, "I'd like a mild HEART ATTACK. . . . ."


Moral of the story:WOMEN ARE CLEVER. DON'T MESS WITH THEM!

ATTENTION FEMALE readers: This is the end of the joke for you. Stop here and continue feeling good.

ATTENTION MALE readers: PLEASE scrolldown.
















Here's the twist, and I don't know why it didn't occur to me when I heard this before.

The woman asked for Mild heart attack, so the man simply had a heart attack ten times MILDER than his wife!!!

Moral of the story:Women are really not that smart. Let them continue to think that way and just enjoy the show.

PS: If you are a woman and are still reading this ; it only goes to prove my second point that WOMEN NEVER LISTEN!!! Hehehe.

THE WHJC : BRIDGE TO NOWHERE PROJECT

Today's subject is the ridiculous ENG1020 bridge building project (The first bit of the title shouldn't be a mystery to those of you who take the unit ;) )

Anyhoo, the project statement asks us to build a to scaled to life bridge model, which in itself is not a bad idea, why build a bridge that has no relevance to real structures anyhow? Except that this entire bridge must be made of your absolutely regular newspaper paper, including cables, its easy for the lecturer to rant on about how we shouldn't be complaining about size constraints since the bridge is to scale, I'd like to ask him to make a real life bridge out of this stuff, guy should realise that dimensions aren't everything, the stuff you make it out of matters too, we might as well have been making houses of candyfloss if that were the case, (yum!).

But all those problems turn out to be just obstacles, the build is actually buildable after all, (or atleast we hope it is, since we haven't tested our model yet), what is insanely annoying is how the lecturer goes around changing specifications and constraints, AARRGGHHH!! It really sucked for a lot of people last Friday when they found out about that there was a limit on the number of towers used on the bridge (something else he forgot to mention), some of the people had to build the whole damn thing again. I always knew there was some advantage to my leaving stuff off till the last minute, muahahahhahahah, my tardiness was actually the reason why our bridge hadn't been constructed on the day before we found out about the latest 'condition' in our bridge design, so take that! Jeremy and Foong.
Worst of all, most people don't know this one yet I think, (Tseng Yang will probably be ripping out his already frugal hair over this one), our old constraint on having to use ABSOLUTELY regular newspaper has apparently been lifted, when some of the guys started using this higher quality paper, went and asked the lecturer if it was ok, and he said it was!! I'd asked him the exact same thing over a week back, and he said we couldn't do it.

Anyhow, without further bitching, I invite you all to a very special, prelaunch look at our somewhat ugly (Not winning the aesthetic points this one), but hopefully stable bridge . . .

S'More Pics, you lucky bastards!!

Here are, as promised, some more of the pics from my b'day, I'd be putting a lot more pics up if my damn phone cable would work more than 50% of the time, it's a game of odds with that ancient thing, maybe I'll get a card reader . . . . here're some more pics.

THE GANG!!: From top left; Sook Yan, Tseng Yang, Cheng Wai, Elaine, Moi and last but not least, Mr. smiley himself, Calvin

The gurls; from left, Elaine, Li chuin and Sook Yan, fighting over who picks up the tab, lolz.

Elaine's from engineering too, but she's leaving for Oz at the end of this year, further thinning the pitiful herd (I use that term loosely) of females present in the school of engineering :( Sook Yan's doing IT and is damn smart, she ends up helping us with our 'harder' work, the complacent one in the middle, Li Chuin is a Psych major and therfore has decided to hang with the wackiest group she could find, for practical insight into her chosen field of study, lolz.

Tseng Yang, Calvin and some of Sook Yan. Tseng Yang, our intrepid photographer, is a fellow aspiring engineer, and one of my better friends here, the dude's extremely hard working and pretty OCD, and proud of it :) , this dude is such a sucker for pain, not only does he sometimes attend some of the commerce lectures, for 'fun', (I once tagged along to clarify his idea of fun), but also happens to be one of the few who contribute in class, the lecturer doesn't even realise that he's not supposed to be there. Calvin is an IT student too, real quiet and that grin is eternally pasted on that face, annoying, the guys always happy.

I hope Abdullah puts up some pics on the blog soon, mine or his, (mine, mine), and the rest of you lazy bums should too.

YASIR'S BIRTHDAY PICS, YAY!

Hey guys, as some of you may know, atleast those of you who bother to contact me at all, I've got the net at home now, nothing compared to the brute force of Abdullah's connection, but atleast I'm allowed to visit Hotmail without a permission slip, [Just kidding Abdullah, I'm just insanely jealous, lolz] .

Anyhoo, I decided to break the cherry on this connection by putting up some pics of my birthday, which some of you may know, passed by us a few months ago, actually I'm kidding, all you guys did a wonderful job of remembering it, and I was real touched, especially since I was too cheap to fill up on phone credit in time for Osama's birthday.

I actually got a bit of ragging coz of the 666 and the devil's number thing and all, but it was funny, I was lucifer's spawn for a few days there. But worst of all the damn thing had to fall on the day before my first, first sem exam, bummer, so a couple of friends threw a 'surprise' party on the Friday before the actual thing, actuallly I shouldn't be using those ' ', since the buggers got me rite and good, I hadn't a clue about the thing, even though the idjits were dropping enuff clues about the thing, I swear I'm losing my touch in my old age, I even fell for the, "It's a Chinese custom to pick the candles out of the cake with your teeth . . ." which was followed by a pretty hilarious food fight in the restaurant, we almost splattered a couple of the other diners, it was fun.

On the whole it was a pretty memorable event, and damn nice of the guys to go to all that trouble, anyhoo, without further ado, (ooh, catchy) here are the some of the pics:

[[top] wiping off some of the mess we made, we almost splattered that chick behind me, what a shame :)

[right] engrossed with my birthday card

Okay, I had planned to post a lot more pics but the I seem to be encountering some 'techincal difficulties', I'll post the rest of the pics soon. CIAO