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I'm seriously thinking of moving to wordpress. Blogger is starting to irritate me. Now all I need is a name ....

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Bought 2x6 numbers, that's 12 for those whose math sucks, and only ONE number tio ?!

When the clock strikes 10, you can call me MILLIONAIRE

I WILL BE T3H SOLE WINNER OF T3H 10 MILLION TOTO JACKPOT TONIGHT !

Happy New Year !!!

Some asked me why I haven't been updating lately. The main reason is because I've been building a space rocket in my backyard. People tell me "but but but you don't have a backyard".

But all the wanks who let small details bog them down never accomplished anything in life. I'm telling you limpeh shall build a space rocket in my backyard even if I don't have one.

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I managed to clear all my modules for the first time. This is probably more significant than that time Armstrong stepped in the moon, if he did at all. Experts all over the world are saying he didn't yada yada. But I have absolute proof for this particular momentous moment in the history of mankind. My results slip.

There should probably be some national international holiday declared.

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I spent Christmas sick. Again. With red nose and all. Santa tried putting a sleigh on my back but I killed him and took over his toy factory. Then fire all the male elves.

Ehehehe.

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The home computer got infected with some stupid spyware. Just when I thought I finally removed it, spyware bites back with a vengence.

Interlude : To the dipshits that tell me it's because of all the porn websites I surf, fuck you. I only surf porn on friends' computers burn send t3h shit I download on CDs so I'm safe from that crap.

Anyway I got some crap icon in the task bar that I can't remove. Every 20 seconds, some ballon pops out telling I'm infected with spyware and asks me to purchase some anti-spyware software to remove it.

I went what the hell. That's like going to stay in a stranger's house uninvited, then demanding he pays me rent.

Just when I thought I removed it, it hit back with a vengence. My computer started playing the some infinite looping fullscreen video of Barney singing his stupid song that I can't stop.

In techno.

If that wasn't bad enough, the ah beng lights on my CPU casing flickered and my cd-rom drives opened and closed, all to the beat of the Barney song.

So I smashed my computer to little bits and am writing this post by pure force of will.

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As you can see, my festive period has been quite eventful. How about you?

The word "blog"

Web logs = Logs (the journal kind) on the Internet.

Somewhere along the way, people shortened the word to just "blog". Which kind of amuses me. Because for some reason, people just like to shorten and join words together to make a new one. As a direct result of the widespeard usage, it's now been included in the major dictionaries, and widely accepted (officially?) as part of the English language.

At the rate we're going, the current English language as we know it will change to something we can't recognise by the end of this century. Witness the morphing of the snippet of conversation:

"Hello! It has been a while, has it not? How are you doing now?"

to

"Hey! It's been a while hasn't it? How're you doing now?"

to

"Heya it's beena while hasn't it? How're ya doin now?"

to (drastic chge hre coz typin scks)

"Hey're beena while hasn'it? Howre'ya doin now?"

to (add a couple more generations)

"Hayre ben wil hasit? Hoya donow?"

finally to

"Hayre bewil hit? Hoy dow?"

Maybe that's what happened to the Indian language, considering it has a history waaay looonger than English. Which also suggests that they were extremely long winded to begin with. Whatdeyamean they're not long winded? Go read the Ramayana.

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But the word blog? Hate it. I only use blogspot because it allows for more control over the overall layout. If I had a choice, blogs would be called "blobs". "Blog" sounds like leftovers from the last meal that didn't agree with your stomach.

BLLLOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGG

Spppllaaaaaaaaaat. Splat. Splat. Splat

Uuuggghhh ....

Ahhhh ....

Phew ...

I've hacked at cute blobs of jelly in computer games for years, so I conclude that:

Blobs gooood
Blogs baaaad

A point? Whoever said I had to make one?

Bleh

I've been studying (or rather trying really hard to) for my exams and for a while I kinda lost touch with the real world.

So far I've finished 2 papers, and I have a feeling I didn't do too well in either.

Anyway I having lunch with a friend when he quoted his HRM tutor

What you know will not help you.
But what you don't know might kill you.

Now that's some quote that totally mirrors my situation. Even if the quote came from someone whom I'm told is a total jackass.

Zen-hood

Like all great masters of old, I too went into seclusion sometime ago to uncover the secrets of the universe.

Bruce Lee (or whoever else it was) might have done the same and he came up with the 3 stages of learning how to fight.

Stage 1 : You don't know anything.
Stage 2 : You know the forms, and techniques of fighting
Stage 3 : You forget all the forms and techniques and everything becomes reactive instinct.

Well, not exactly what he said, but I have the basic "essence" there. Anyway, I came up with something similar, yet not quite.

I present to you, "The Levels of Understanding", as applied to the context of a undergraduate.

Those who know
Chances are that you're aren't local. And don't have a life. Nor a boyfriend / girlfriend. I still hate you nonetheless for skewing the bell curve all by yourself.

Special note : This category often contains asswipes who claim they don't study at all while they mug behind your back every single day. Usually the first to inform you that half the answers you wrote down in that last paper are wrong. Upon getting their stellar results, they *ALWAYS* pretend to be surprised. Only God knows who the hell they're trying to impress.

Those who know what they don't know
These are the normal people, those with lives and all that. They're normal because NO ONE normal could ever manage to finish studying every single topic of every single subject.

Those who don't know what they know
These are the people you never knew were in your tutorial class until you find them sitting beside you in the exam hall. They turn up hoping for a fluke passing grade, and often get it too.

Those who don't know what they don't know
The people who are fucking screwed. People often wonder how the hell they got to varsity in the first place.



Bah.

This entry was a result of my current dwelling at the last level of understanding.

Things people do

I have this friend who went through a rough patch with his girl.

And it so happens that during this rough patch, another guy starting hitting on my friend's girl. With lame shit like asking her to give him a wake up call in the morning. Now my friend has sorted out things with his girl, Mr lame-ass is still asking for wake up calls from his girl.

What is my friend going to do ?
He's buying a loud alarm clock and giving it to lame-ass in person.

Personally, if it were me, I'd just call the idiot myself and offer to give him the wakeup calls instead. Well, different people do things differently I guess.

Anyway we thought of lines for my friend to say when he gives the alarm clock to lame-ass. Like

- 我现在送钟给你， 以后你就不可以麻烦她了
- 今天是送时钟， 如果有下一次的话，可能是水果蓝或花圈

Maybe I'll even watch the show from afar as he presents the clock! Heh.

Frustration brings out the best in people

- courtesy of Derryn. Image was cropped to fit.



Moral of the story : Education is your pathway to the riches. If you're the one doing the teaching