Kookys & Dreams

Inside the Xbox 360 Rechargeable Battery

2008-09-09T15:47:00.004+08:00

Being an ever inquisitive me, I would try to take apart anything without worrying about the price of the abused item.
I happened to have 2 Xbox 360 rechargeable batteries that died on me sometime back. I wanted to check if we have any recycling programmes for batteries before disposing of them but that would be another story.
Horror of horrors...

I was seriously half expecting some kind of proprietary equipment or at the very least to be using some kind of unlabeled batteries.
These my friends are off the shelf Sanyo AA size batteries with a 2100mAh rating.

To be honest, I do feel somewhat cheated initially because I could've just used any rechargeable batteries that I owned without having to pay an exorbitant S$17 for a pair of Sanyo which may retail for less than S$10.

On closer inspection, you will notice that there is a PCB board attached. The PCB clearly bears the name of the manufacturer Bannsan situated in China.

You will also notice that the main component of the PCB consists of an Atmel AT24C04N Serial EEPROM chip which I suspect will be utilized during the charging phase.

My most probable guess is that the tantalum capacitor is being used for decoupling.

Maybe I'm having too high an expectation on the Microsoft Xbox Team, but I hope I've uncovered some knowledge for those who are just curious to know what's inside of things. Perhaps in your country you may find a pair of Energizer, or Duracell for that matter.

I Love Dance!

2008-09-01T02:36:00.004+08:00

I was just revisiting some of my previous posts, largely because I had to enter some tags and check certain links. I came across one which was about David 'Elsewhere' Bernal at Kollaboration, and I knew I had to mention some other dancers I came across whom I feel were really fantastic and extraordinary in what they do. Thanks to "So You Think You Can Dance" (SYTYCD) amongst many other dance and talent shows, many of such talents can be rewarded with much recognition and appreciation in what they've practiced and came to love.

Robert "Mr Fantastic" Murraine

Phillip "Pacman" Chbeeb

There are more videos of these pair that I've chosen, but I think what most people would like to see is a dance-off battle between these two and what SYTYCD wouldn't give.

Blog Makeover

2008-08-30T01:42:00.007+08:00

Ever since Google acquired Blogger, much changes have taken place in terms of how bloggers would churn out content on their blogs. Some of these changes include the capability to store images directly on Blogger thereby enabling users the ease of uploading and directing a link for images in their postings. Previously, bloggers have to find an external host to store the images and create a URL link to display the images. There's also the additional feature of tags which many users are undecided on its usefulness as yet. More recently, there has been a template upgrade when users can choose to upgrade their current template into the various other new templates available. The best part in this upgrade is that the design layout of the blog can be customised easily to include the latest Google Gadgets or Widgets in a WYSIWYG display. Users without any HTML knowledge can also change or edit various components (such as Header, Sidebar, Footer, etc) within the blog to enhance its aesthetic appearance. I've also noticed that users have the option to categorise and choose various methods of diplaying their previous postings that would most certainly help readers find what they want quicker with great ease.

The bad news for me is that I've started my blog way before these changes took place. That is to say I had to revisit my old postings and add the images that are now missing due to various reasons. I also had to add tags to them in order to add value to my blog. The bad news really happened when I didn't know of all these major changes and I chose to do an "upgrade". That was when my entire blog layout really messed up. The upgrade was really a neat feature, but it wasn't for me. I like to be able to customise things such as my computer, my TV, my music playlist, my mood depending on the situation and people I'm with... ... I wasn't able to achieve that in the new layout or at least I didn't know how to. There seemed to be alotta scripting in the new design and I was definitely not very interested to fiddle with it.

Perhaps I have to be grateful for this predicament where I screw-up my entire design because I chose an upgrade, unknowingly that many of my custom layout would not be there anymore. Therefore I had to 'start-over' with my design after reverting back to the classic mode. This drove me to upgrade and do a complete makeover for this blog. Revisit my old postings and uploading some photos, include tags, etc. More importantly, it gave me the excuse to document the bitching and rants when I seemed to have trouble finding the time for it ever since 2007.

As of now, I am still adding some nifty features and tweaking some designs constantly.

Music Gadgets of the 21st Century

2008-08-17T14:18:00.002+08:00

I've always liked creating music. The problem is, I can't play any modern musical instrument nor can I read musical notes. I can play the Didgeridoo if you consider it to be an instrument. However because of technology, many people like me can soon create their own music without having to learn music scores, notes or even beats and rhythms.

I give you the musical instruments (gadgets) of the 21st Century!

Tenori-On

This Yamaha-made gadget is based upon a concept of providing light and sound through a 16 x 16 LED button interface. Users touch on any of this buttons to create and control the synthesized MIDI sounds which is essentially the notes of this musical gadget. Users may also change the BPM rate to experiment on the tempo and mix via the different layers of musical expression.

Website

Reactable

This is really one of my favourite. As described on its website, the reactable is essentially a "music instrument with a tabletop tangible multi-touch interface". Users create and control music by adding and moving various electronic modules that generates various tones, frequency and beats. Light is projected from beneath the table creating an animated sequence of sounds and movements that correlate to what is happening between the interaction of the modules. A camera underneath the table tracks all these touch movements constantly to relay the information analyzed to a computer which produce the sounds. It has been said that the Reactable is an improved offspring to the Audiopad with a much intuitive interface. Although similar in terms of the interface, the approach in sampling and creation are different. One thing is for certain, the Reactable is receiving more attention then its predecessors. Website

Stylophone

Ok, this wouldn't exactly count as a 21st Century instrument. However being a fore-father in the evolution of electronic music, I think it deserve some mentioning. More so when it was recently 'revived' with upgrades such as more selection of sounds and a line-in that enables users to plug in their favourite MP3s from their iPods to the Stylophone to jam with the beats.
The Stylophone creates music via a stylus tapping on the metal keyboard. The sounds produced can be described as anything from synthesized to vintage. Several top music artistes have included the use of the Stylophones in some of their music, notably David Bowie, Erasure and even Marilyn Manson.
Several places offering the sales of Stylophones:
Your local HMV
Stylophone.com
Firebox

Breakfast at Tiffany's

2008-08-07T01:26:00.004+08:00

I know. Its sick. After such a long break from blogging and this was the first thing I could come up with. Sometimes I gross myself out.
Just for the record, the skid mark does not belong to me. I am as grossed out as you are when I stepped into the only male cubicle in a spa facility. I can't understand why the person who left his signature would just walked away without any consideration for other users. It wouldn't go away after my flushing either. I wonder how long has it been there. I wonder what he had for breakfast.

Newton's Law and Justin's Songs

2007-07-10T13:28:00.000+08:00

The three laws of Sir Issac Newton although relatively simple as it seems and very much common sense, does indeed have a profound effect on our daily lives and is very much reinforced by ancient Chinese wise men’s teachings and learning, as can be exemplified in Confucius’ philosophies and the Art of Taiji. To further emphasize the point of common sense and to relate how Newton’s Laws are being experienced in our daily lives, a very good example which can be seen (and heard) is on Justin Timberlake’s latest album “FutureSex/LoveSounds” where a very popular song called “What goes around” depicts how his relationship with a girl (most possibly Britney) ended because she cheated on him, and how she is experiencing the same kind of ‘treatment’ from the person she is currently with. And so the lyrics goes: ”What goes around, goes around, goes around and come all the way back around…”. In this modern world we can almost summarise the entire song and its lyrics to a single word commonly known as “Karma”. But then again it wouldn’t have sell as well if all Justin sang were “Karma Karma you better watch out for bad Karma”.

Examples on the governance of Newton’s Laws in our daily lives are not just seen but can be felt if one is wary of its existence. Anybody working in an office can very much attest to it, knowing that ‘The Office’ is sometimes also coined as ‘The Battlefield’. Battles are fought day in and day out, and sometimes a war can only end when a dictator has retired or leave the company. But I digress.

Lets take a look at the three laws of Newton and how these laws are experienced in the office:

I. Every object in a state of uniform motion tends to remain in that state of motion unless an external force is applied to it.

In an example of a high-flying executive whose career seems to be moving infinitely upwards along the corporate ladder can be and will be stop if another person or event acted against or upon him. Such occurrences are frequently known as a “Screw up”. That person can either be stuck on the level which he was at, or spiral downhill should the external force be powerful enough to sink him. Then again this action will induce Newton’s Third Law which we will cover soon.

II. The relationship between an object's mass m, its acceleration a, and the applied force F is F = ma. Acceleration and force are vectors (as indicated by their symbols being displayed in slant bold font); in this law the direction of the force vector is the same as the direction of the acceleration vector.

This simply means that every person in the office has the potential to move in any direction of the corporate ladder should a force (be it internal or external) be applied. In the example of a salesperson that gets sales from a giant corporation, which would mean a major force can be applied to skyrocket his sales career. However take note that because force are vectors, they can be moving in any direction, including downwards.

III. For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.

Finally Newton’s most famous law, which was illustrated in the beginning by Justin Timberlake’s song. Needless to say we experience this almost everywhere. By throwing sarcasms at a fellow colleague will gain you less disposition amongst your other colleagues – unless they are also doing the same. Ok, I admit that may not be the best example but you get the idea.

1 year ago...

2007-07-01T13:25:00.000+08:00

I can't believe its exactly 1 year ago that I wrote since. I think many things happened in that one-year period although I wouldn't be able to tell you what exactly. It was like I just woke up from a coma, and in that coma I had dreamt many dreams that vividly resemble the entirety of my life in that one single year.
To be honest I wouldn’t have too many things to write now that I’ve moved on to bigger plans in my life – conformity. Yes, a serious rat race that I compete to stay alive, a theatrical act I have to perform in order to be accepted, and another statistic in the books of history. No it is not something I would like to see happening in my life, but it seems inevitable for me in a society that places emphasis on material wealth to the equivalence of happiness and success.
I’m lost but I am found. I’m small but I am overwhelmed. I thought but it didn’t. I want to shout but I’m speechless. I want to break free but I’m powerless… almost sounds like one of those Alanis Morisette songs… but its true.

Windows Live Messenger and Plus! Live

2006-08-06T16:55:00.003+08:00

I’m still trying to get a better feel of how the entire Window’s Live! Thingy works.
I was totally caught off-guarded when I was still searching for the latest MSN Messenger 7.5 when all I found was Windows Live!
Aside from that, its latest messenger Live does look rather promising. With many new functions like video calls, folder sharing and more, users may soon discover the immense capability of Microsoft’s latest messenger.
To add more juice get Messenger Plus! Live too from Patchou.
Also check out Mess.be for more messenger add-ons stuff.

Zinedine 'Steel Head' Zidane - The missing link in Shaolin's lost arts

2006-07-10T19:14:00.002+08:00

If there's one thing that Zinedine 'Zizou' Zidane has shown us, its not the shame nor the many discrediting names and titles the press throws at him. For all his time as a professional football player, I have come to realise that he had secretly been learning the lost skills of the Shaolin Martial Arts - "Tie Tou Gong" (pronounced 'Tee-air Toe Gonng') or loosely translated to be "Steel Head Kung Fu". This was especially apparent in his last World Cup Final against Italy where he demonstrated his prowess on a much deserving opponent, Materazzi. Perhaps he had wanted to pass on this lost skill to someone amongst the crowd, or perhaps he had wanted to test out his newly achieved prowess and Materazzi seemed to fit the bill of a good target. One thing's for certain - he's keeping a tight lip on why he did it.
I've taken the liberty to reconstruct the event where we can see in clearer perspective on how the powerful stance was carried out with deadly accuracy and near fatality only because he spared his life.

1) Summon all your 'Qi' or inner energy by assuming the "Striking Serpent Stance". Take note of how the arms are gradually forming a 'pulling' position' to steady oneself as energy is harnessed from the surrounding atmosphere. Breathing technique here is important otherwise a wrong breathing regulation could result from a serious injury, mainly uncontrollable laughter and later tummy cramps and aches.

2) After summoning ones' inner energy, immediately change stance into a "Horse Stance" or "Ma Pu". This is to prepare oneself for the attack as well as to steady oneself during the attack. Apart from looking good, this stance is also often used in ancient China for anyone who is suffering from severe constipation. The practitioner will often assume this stance with his/her pants down, and after inhaling a large amount of air, lets out a deafening yelp that can often be heard several 'li's away (a li is an ancient Chinese measurement equivalent to approximately 540 meters). In this process, stubborn stools can be forced out from ones' bowels thereby achieving great relief. Although often proven to work for most constipation sufferers, there has also been several undocumented reports of this stance going awry, most noticeably of the bowels and intestines being flushed out instead.

3) As the opponent closes in, focus on aim as to where the intended strike will fall and with summoned might and strength, exhale as one let loose the fury that's been built up inside. The Westerners call this process "blowing your top off". Any additional pain and hurt from past experiences i.e. dumped by girlfriend, abused by parents, molested by uncle, ostracized by friends etc. may be psychologically useful in attaining an almost invincible status of having a "Steel Head". As humans are made up of many acupressure points, one must learn all these points to understand what one wants to achieve from such a strike. In Zizou's case, he had chosen the point of between 'Immobility' and 'Near Fatal' point. Study the picture shown to understand where the points are.

4) When executed correctly, the opponent should feel the immense impact as well as the emotional hurt and pain from the striking party. This will then cause the opponent much grief from such a strike as can most often be accompanied by tears from crying, shouting and wailing as well as moaning and groaning whilst being on the ground. Some may even experience a strange convulsion followed by foaming from the mouth. The more emotional hurt one experiences, the more pain the opponent will feel. This was well demonstrated in Adam Sandler's movie "The Waterboy".

5) This ancient Shaolin skill is not for the uninitiated or better known amongst the modern world as 'the wuss'. One must make sure that the opponent flies 6ft away just like in the Hollywood movies or at the very least falls to the ground from the head-butting impact. If the opponent does not flinch or did not fall to the ground moaning in great pain, one must either follow up with another strike in the same area or resort to another Shaolin skill known as "Hol Zhi Cai Tao" (pronounced 'Ho Tze Ts-Ai Tao') or literally translated to be "Monkey picking the Peach". Having such a fancy name, this move basically requires the practioner to just grab on the opponents' testicles without remorse and crushing it while tearing it away at the same time without regret. If the battle is won with such methods, one must remember to pull out a bunch of the opponents' pubic hair as trophy that the move was executed with perfection and that it was won beautifully without resorting to dirty tactics and moves.

Brazilian Samba - Lost admist the Baguette and Croissant

2006-07-02T00:55:00.002+08:00

I still can't believe it. They lost. I was hoping that they'll push themselves harder despite the fact that their last few matches were a little dodgy. And what with the old news of not being able to defeat France the last ime round, and the fact that not once has a non-european team won the World Cup on European soil.

I was especially edgy during the last few minutes when all the stars ie: Robinho, Cincinho, Adriano were called up to form the last assault. I was hoping for some magic so that they could at least draw the game. Sigh... something just went horribly wrong in that match. France was good in that match i'll have to give them that. Perhaps it was their over-confidence, a lackadaisical attitude, bad strategies... we'll never know. Guess i'll just have to hold on to my Brazilian jersey for another 4 years before i can wear it again.

My Romance... My Dream... My Fantasy... My Judith McNaught attempt

2006-06-22T01:09:00.001+08:00

Cooling yellow lights dimmed the room, scented lightly of lavender. Her smile melts my heart as it sank along with a wisp of air I struggle to inhale. I just couldn’t believe the moment was real for what seemed like an eternity, as I pushed myself up to get a better look at her as she lie on the bed. She was the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Sweet, gentle and assuring… Angelic. With my hands stretched and placed on both sides of the pillow she’s lying on, I looked into the most beautiful pair of eyes that assured me that this warm fuzzy feeling I have inside of me will soon subside. For what seems like an eternity we stared into each others’ eyes that connected instantly. It was as if we were communicating our hearts’ desires with the gentle gaze we held, at times swinging to signal our impatience, the hunger, and the infatuation.
As the sounds of romance fill the air, I slowly lowered myself to a point where everything I see gets hazy, yet without breaking our gaze I continue to approach her carefully, to a point where I can whisper to her how much I wish for this to stay forever…in a timeless dimension. A dimension where nothing else matters. Not the pursuits of this world, or the wealth required for subsistence.
I wet my lips as I prepare myself to kiss her luscious lips…moist and supple. When I felt she has given all her trust in me, our lips met before our mouths open to taste the sweetness of love within. I close my eyes to feel her tongue, wet and silky yet at times raspy and dry. As I ran one hand over her forehead and into her smooth hair, our tongues flick and roll against each others as if we were wrestling each other into submission. We exchanged fluids in the process that leaves me wanting more of her. I have never tasted anything so sweet in my life – it was purer than sugar, more delicious than honey. It felt like I needed her fluids to survive and I hasten to swallow every bit of her saliva that I could feel.
And as I opened my eyes, I swear I could see the glisten in her eyes – dreamy yet seductive. If my eyes could talk, it would be telling her that I want more of her… I need more of her. Just then I realized that I was lunging towards her neck, kissing her furiously as she moaned in sheer delight. I felt her arms wrapping around my neck and head, signalling me not stop this love we have for each other. I pressed on to caress her neck with my lips and tongue and moved on to frolic her soft ear. Just as my breath hit her ear, she gasped and closed her eyes. It wasn’t because of the tingling sensation that she may have felt that sends the shivers to her spine, but more so a deep sense of euphoria, calling for the moment to be lived. My tongue continued to licked and rolled around her ear, stroking the back of her ear and flicking it back and forth around her ear canal wetting them in the process as I gently blew to make her tighten her grip around me. At times I would tenderly nibble on different areas of her ear to display my wilfulness. She breaks into a smile. A smile that seemed to changed in accordance to what she felt and how she feels. A feeling which by no means matches the ambiance but one that is reflected through her living for the moment. One that displays an overall sense of bliss… Should I continue?

Salsa: Why are students afraid to approach their instructors for a dance?

2006-06-19T23:25:00.001+08:00

Naturally this occurs especially in students of a beginner's level. There can be many reasons as to why students are afraid to approach their instructors for a dance and these can be mainly attributed to be psychological in nature. Evidently many students belonging to this category in discussion have limited moves, patterns and skills sufficient to complete a song, much less impress upon their partners. Hence the vulnerability of appearing as a ‘bad’ and/or ‘boring’ dancer may be branded on them, which may have a lasting stigma on their careful journey of becoming a proficient Salsa dancer. This is also particularly apparent for beginning Male and/or Leader students who have to initiate turn patterns for the dance. The lack of experience and skills are a major hurdle to even initiate a dance with anybody to say the least. Albeit the advantages of receiving CONSTRUCTIVE suggestions and pointers after dancing with an experienced instructor, the possibility of being harshly criticised, being ‘marked’ and/or stigmatised by ending the dance after a single bar of the song will always be a fleeting thought amidst the minds of many beginner dancers. Finally, the reserved culture we grew up in proves to be a significant impediment to approaching someone for a dance. To initiate a dance with an instructor is like going out on a blind date wearing nothing but your underwear – you feel utterly naked. To be in physical contact with a beautiful and ‘hot’ instructor is like you’re looking to kill yourself quickly in her good books and on the salsa scene. You just wouldn’t want to diminish your chances……not too quickly at least. Fact is there are many more psychological factors that affect the students’ initiation of approaching their instructors for a dance, but it is really this culmination of factors that intensifies their fears of ‘losing face’ and ‘looking stupid’.

Overcoming these fears requires a great deal of bravado, exposure, an understanding to these fears, and best of all a close support group of fellow dancers urging each other on. To be well exposed to the salsa scene will allow students to prepare themselves as to what to expect when initiating dances (mainly rejection), as well as to familiarise oneself to the environment so as to develop a certain amount of comfort level required to jump that first hurdle. To be able to understand the fears that restricts their unwillingness to approach instructors for a dance will do well to allow students to logically rationalize that their fears are gratuitous and will stymie their growth of becoming a proficient dancer. Having a close support group of fellow students attending dance outings together can be remarkably invaluable to the learning experience of many. By lending support and sharing experiences, students can build up their courage of initiating a dance in a quicker and more pleasant way.
And then again you may also use this group in a more ingenious manner of having the loser of a bet to dance with the instructor. Whatever works right?
Finally, if all of the above suggestions fail, having two glasses of wine (or whatever is your poison) within a short period of time will certainly aid in the process of loosening up and acquiring gusto.

Having being led out of the dance floor in less than one bar of Salsa music, I guess I speak for many in terms of why students are afraid to approach instructors to dance. Still I must put up a disclaimer that these are all my personal opinion and may or may not reflect entirely to everyone.

Sun Tzu never said this:

2006-05-19T07:16:00.001+08:00

Mistakes should never be a burden to one man’s life
But make up to be an experience to the lives of men
Yet experience is a name man gives for his mistakes
Which was a burden to the lives of these men

Random lousy poems written in my spare time (1)

2006-04-25T18:36:00.001+08:00

Love is blind, that’s what they said
At least that’s true, for most it may
Love is ultimate! For some may find
Empowering some, standing through time
For some they hoped, yet some may wished
For some imagined…realistic dreams
Commoners they said, that love is a wonderful thing
Indeed it is that’s how it seems
It works wonders, magic and above all,…miracles
Been on the pier, walked on the beach
Never not one find, no love, no hugs no kisses
Therefore hear ye my fellow friends
Step up close and tight
Share something with someone
Always believe that day will come that it may be so overwhelming
Even a heart so cold will melt
Look up in the sky and see those lights
The millions of stars, not one could count
Are those the chances, many have found
Always believe what love can do
It worked for me, might work for you

Salsa: Two Left Feet

2006-03-31T00:30:00.001+08:00

Its saucy man, that's what i'm telling ya. I mean I love dancing. In fact if I could I would like to make a career outta it, but hey, my bones are probably too rigid and as a whole i'm probably too stiff. Did I ever mentioned that I would love to learn Ballet? Yeah well... minus the leotards if possible. Anyways, it was just awesome. The moves were just fascinating, but the highlight of the dance is really this: I get to hold a girl's hand as well as her left shoulder blade in a really close fashion. Its electrifying! ......well I feel like that only when I'm with a girl that I felt I could develop a relationship with. Still not many of us could get the chance or reason to be in such a position with a stranger, let alone a girl.
At this point, I've just finished my first basic lesson and although still alil weak on my lead and moves, I felt I was quite competent on the basic level. Maybe I'm too stuckup or just blowing my ego, but I felt most girls do enjoy dancing with me. How else can I explain a very well endowed older lady asking me for my contact number. It actually give me the creeps.
Most of the times I send them on an electrifying experience by looking at them straight in the eyes. In a comfortable kinda way and not the leary type of course. So most of them would be too shy to react and basically just look down or anywhere else. Except for one - who always stares beyond you as if looking through your head into something further. She was so expressionless you wonder if she was trying to seduce you or simply turned on the "Stepford wives" mode.
I managed to exchange contacts with a couple of ladies which I feel I could partner up with and we're looking forward to practicing on the dance floor at Union Square. Couldn't wait.

Pfizer Lab Rat

2006-02-22T23:03:00.001+08:00

I'm subject number 4*. That's the number given to me for being a lab rat for Pfizer Clinical Research here in the Singapore General Hospital. That's right, I'm a lab rat. Experimented on with drugs that aren't released to the public. How do I feel about it? Well aside from getting pricked with thick needles every hour on the clock, having a diet restriction that includes not being able to drink caffeinated beverages, everything else was pretty alright I guess.
I had to stay in their premises for 3 days and 2 nights for the purpose of drawing blood every hour... Ok, maybe not every hour on the clock but it was pretty close to that on the first day at least. The food they served was not too bad, considering it to be from the hospital. To be fair, its kinda like First class standards compared to the other people in the wards, which would certainly be Economy...maybe even Budget. So they had another group for a different study who had food served differently from ours. So I felt kinda privileged that our food seemed to be way better than theirs.
Seriously, i was looking forward to knowing some of the nurses on a social basis. Wassssuuuup.....I'm but a warm-blooded male dude. Well they hadn't much good-looking nurses, most of 'em were..well... out of my reach in terms of age. But what was attractive in most of the younger nurses were their TLC shown to me during my brief period of stay. So i decided that i will have to at least acquire a means of contact from of the nurses so that i may be able to broaden my social network through her.
Well, i did. I managed to secure her MSN address because i thought asking her for her number would be too confrontational and may look bad for her in terms of professionalism. Who am i kidding? We all love a Nurse-Patient relationship especially if the settings in the hospital right? ;P
Still there was this nurse that made my heart beat especially faster than normal whenever she's around. How do i know that? She's taking my BP and the heart rate shows. To cut things short, yall wanna know if i got with her right. Well...no, i didnt. Either i wasn't smooth enough or she just wasn't ready for me. Maybe she's afraid of commiting into a relationship like this - plays out all her wildest fantasies. Or so i would like to think. But i'm still reaching out...and seriously, would just like to get to know her better as a friend of course.

Morrowind's pervertic implications

2006-02-01T13:26:00.002+08:00

Ok. I have to reiterate my stance here that I'm no pervert, just a little more curious than the rest of yall.
So I was playing Morrowind again (after i reformatted my HDD without backing up my saved games). And this time i managed to install the 2 expansion series it offered. So there was this event when i had to fight a demi-God called Amalaxia and she was hot. But what really piqued my interest was when i killed her.

So now you know whats under that flurry piece of loin cloth covering her.

Caption: "Ra'Zahr got a standing ovation for his "personal achievement". No surgery involved.

iGallop : iHorny

2006-01-30T16:25:00.001+08:00

Seriously, that's my first impression of this conception. Like how's thats supposed to burn fats, trim down or whatever marketing terms thay now use to misguide the public to rake in profits. I can understand if that seat has a level 100 switch that makes it turn into a raging bull - which will then train a person seriously for a rodeo contest, which in turn might have a noticeable effect on toning the abs. But for what they're offering, to me its nothing more than an assisted sex apparatus, for a night of slow love-making. They should make the seats a little longer though.

Wish we were Heroes in the setting sun...

2006-01-26T22:00:00.001+08:00

I was at the Annual Feedback Groups Conference down at the Pan Pacific a week ago. It was my first time there and my expectations on how peopla were going to react during the Q&A session were pretty much met.
Most were just voicing their grievences and personal opinion on what needs to be changed. Many were just concerned over money matters, some were overly reacting, and then we have the typical feminist voice. I can easily say that over 50% of those voices from the public were in the wrong forums. They took it as a chance to gain an insight to how the Government was gonna handle matters, just because the Health Minister, Mr Khaw was present.
Anyway, although I had only about 3hrs sleep before, I wasn't particularly sleepy throughout the whole event - probably the 2 cups of coffee did the trick. There was one thing Mr Khaw said that struck me the most as to what the nation needs. He mentioned that the world is need of foreign talents, and not just Singapore. Judging from the public opinion that morning, I realised what Singapore and the world needs are not talents, or not just talents for that matter.
What we need these days are Heroes. Heroes that project the voice of the people through their actions. Heroes whose voices changes the actions of the people. These Heroes are valiant, steadfast and passionate. A white horse or a white BMW is optional.
Because the world has lost trust of society, we need a face, an action to bring us back to when neccesities were basic and everything else were secondary. We need actions that speaks of selflessness, and we need a figure we can exemplify. Such heroes need not be Neo from the Matrix, or Aragon from LOTR. Such Heroes need only a face we can relate, actions we can learn and a voice we will follow. Such Heroes are what the world needs to believe that we can still hold on to the very last strand of faith that God instills in us - Hope.

Of course by Heroes yall know i do include the female heroes or heroines as well.

The Rainbow Connection

2006-01-03T11:43:00.001+08:00

It was 2am when I flagged a cab back to home. It was then when a black SUV pulled up besides me when we reached a junction on the road. Of course you would already know its a female driver that's worth my mentioning. She wore a pair of glasses, and she was yawning with her mouth open when she noticed I was looking at her discreetly through my window. So she inched forward just to get a better look at me. It was then when the lights turned green. She turned her head around to give me another look as she accelerated off. Right...maybe she was just wondering who this creep was, and why I was giving her the lecherous looks. But, I prefer to think of it that she finds me attractive.
I'm sure many of us has experienced situations like these ever so often: Glimpses exchanged, but nothing beyond that has taken place. Imagine such opportunities could have turned out well into a blossoming relationship that's filled with Love. But they were lost...Lost without even getting to know each other.

We could have been lovers, or dreamers like me...

Love I Find - A Short Poem

2005-12-29T19:59:00.001+08:00

I search in vain for love of life
Thou fear ye do not find
Through many oceans that’s I have crossed
Yet true love remains to be lost
Many a times I think to myself
Why thou I could not find
The answer to my hopes, the lady of my dreams
The stars I search for signs
And if it ever recur to me
This love I had in mind
I pray the Lord, this keep I find
Thy love forever shine

Merry Christmas my Arse

2005-12-26T20:59:00.001+08:00

Merry Christmas, one and all. I had the chance to attend the much touted City Harvest Christmas service at the Expo back in Singapore. There they had 2 services: the first one starts at 430pm and the other 730pm. We had intended to attend the earlier service so we could have more time to relax later in the day. However, whilst enroute we met up with a minor car accident which delayed our trip. By the time we reached there, we were probably late by 30-45min. They had scores of security personnel there, for God knows what reason would occur for the throngs of Christian brothers and sisters who were only there to praise God. As can be predicted, we couldn't get ourselves in. They simply wouldn't allow us to praise God and all His glory, simply coz we were late. Naturally i was infuriated that such an event, in the name of Jesus, can prohibit worshippers from entering the service. I could have started a Jihad right there and then. Instead i chose to speak aloud so the people there can hear my grievances. So this guy came up and said that there simply wasn't enough space left for us to get in. He said that it was more of a policy or regulation issue of the Expo Hall that prohibits us from entering. We shall see later on that he was misinformed. I had agreed that it is correct should the capacity be filled that under safety regulations they cannot put more people in than it can contain. So my rebuttal is that they should have came up with a system (perhaps one of ticketing or by token issue) that will allow only the number allowed in the hall, so people who had queued for ages at the back could have known they couldn’t be admitted and not waste time staying there. Later on they realized my contention was correct and apologized profusely and offered some discount on a stupid carnival that’s just another money making spin.
When we did get into the queue, we had crazy ushers screaming for us to keep moving in, to be squashed sandwiched amongst the crowd. I don’t understand why they did that, which impedes on my personal space and that of everyone else. Surely if they could employ the hundreds of security personnel to do whatever they’re supposed to do, could in the same instance be put to better use to direct the queue line efficiently instead of squeezing us all. So when the fake pearly gates did open, another category of mad ushers were shouting for us to move in quickly becoz the service is about to begin? It was only 7pm. It didn’t start until 30min later. Christ… Then there were the cell group people who booked seats for their groupies… and what was I supposed to do? Move to the back? Their shadows weren’t even present and I had to queued and be hoarded like pigs only to be pushed away? Screw this man! I felt extremely uncomfortable with the entire shit. The entire service was nothing more than extreme hypocrisy in practice at its best. People greeting you with the usual Christmas shit, but not a smile on the streets. The worst thing was, when my friends went to the washroom just before the service starts, they had these squeal-ly ushers that pressed me to call them to get back quickly. What the…starfish! And guess what, nobody could get to the washroom when the service starts, you wouldn’t be allowed in if you do your basic necessity. The service was 3hrs!
Merry Christmas my arse… what’s so merry when you know that the people in there does not represent the average person without a car. What so merry when you know there’s people out in the streets with no food, no job, no money and the hypocrites around me are singing happily. Unscrew the world I say.

Itsy Bitsy Spider Web of Deceive

2005-12-08T19:43:00.001+08:00

Have you ever wondered why humans are growing more and more distant from each other and the idea of ‘trust’ is almost a thing of the past?
I discovered this whilst I was shopping in the supermarket and noticed that product companies of almost every industry are marketing their products in manipulative ways to confuse consumers in buying their products. These products may or may not help the consumers in their needs, but their methods of reaching to the audience can be seen by tempting buyers with sure-cure miracle, or money-back guarantees that sounds too good to be true. Some of course are genuine but my contention is such that we get lured and fooled into a dimension of lies which our own species has created solely for the profit of oneself. When we realize such events happening to us, we withdraw from the society and build up our defenses, being part of the human survival instincts, to protect ourselves so that we will not be easily fooled again. The lies we choose to make may serve to protect ourselves but in so doing we also start a chain of events that may destroy us eventually. So if you remember why your parents told you never to speak to strangers, now you know the answer.

Anti-Monopoly Game

2005-12-06T21:41:00.001+08:00

Just got myself a very special board game: Anti-Monopoly®. First got to learn about the existence of this game accidentally through a web search on Monopoly as I had wanted to learn what the statistics were landing on the various properties. I then learned that the game Anti-Monopoly was actually created to raise awareness to the public that the largely popular game Monopoly was in fact stolen and plagiarized by Parker Brothers, as this site claimed. Although I haven’t had a chance to play it yet, the rules seem rather similar except that it reflects the reality of property management in practical manner. Players get to choose to play either as a monopolist or a competitor. Can’t wait to try it out with somebody. Check out their website here, these guys are still in a lawsuit with the Parker Brothers and they are highly educated people… like you and I ;P

Moreton Island Adventure

2005-12-05T21:55:00.001+08:00

Had a great time at Moreton Island just over the weekend. A 2 day/1 night stay outdoor adventure. We stayed in tents they were already pitched, and to add comfort, they actually provide a mattress with bed sheet, a pillow with case, and a sleeping bag just in case. How cool is that? I had thought it was a real boot camp style kinda adventure but this tour sure made it as comfortable as possible without sacrificing the outdoorsy feel.
Although everything else was fine, the weather wasn’t as kind. It was unbearably hot in the day, and it rained unpredictably, spoiling the day…and night. Still I find it too hot to sleep in the tents coz it was just too warm for me. Then there was this whole brood of mosquitoes that kept making my sleep miserable. Although I’ve been to worse places and worse situations, its funny why I find this miserable. I’m thinking it’s because I haven’t got my army fatigues (which gives me power…psychologically). Anyhow, how other fellas tents were far worst after the night which rained cats and frogs – theirs were flooded! I just wonder how they slept through it, coz I didn’t.
Met some really nice people there, one of which was the guide named Bruce aka Sharky. I realized later on that he was in fact a Kiwi (or a New Zealander) and for most part of his time as a guide on Moreton, many believed he was a true Aussie, what with his accent and antics. He told me one of his dreams was to swim in the Indian Ocean. No reason why, just had to.
There were other activities like sand tobaganing and snorkeling which I had the chance to experience on Moreton. Overall it was a great trip which I recommend to anyone looking for an adventure. Currently they offer the best deals ($49AUD 2 days / 1 night stay, meals inclusive) which last this week. Check out Blue Planet Tours!

Van Nguyen: Live and Let Die

2005-11-24T16:32:00.001+08:00

The case of Van Nguyen has seriously been overplayed by the media on trying to draw hopes that he will not be hanged for his drug-related offences, as well as to put down the Singapore Government’s authority on giving the death penalty for drug related crimes.
Van Nguyen, an Australian citizen with Vietnamese descent was jailed sometime in 2002 for possessing nearly 400g of Heroin whilst transiting Singapore. Reports claimed he was used as a drug mule where he was helping his twin brother pay off his debts, allegedly caused by an addiction of the same drug.
Currently, many Australians have rallied to show support for Van Nguyen’s family, in particularly his mother, who had appealed several times to the Singapore Government and has also appeared on national television news to voice her appeals. Understandably, Van Nguyen’s mother was grief-stricken by news that her son will face execution by hanging, but has carried on hopes that her pleas will be heard.
The Australian Government has also tried to appeal to the PM of Singapore for a pardon, but apparently to no avail. The latest news was for Victoria's Attorney General, Rob Hulls to try a final appeal against the execution but was again turned down.
My view on this issue is to just give it up. First off, I am rather pissed off by the Australian media to aggravate the issue by displaying a bias against the Singapore Government’s decisions, as well as to the Ministers involved. They tend to include unnecessary information just so to create an image that makes the Singapore Government’s reactions look amateurish. This I feel will create a false image to the general public who already has an overflow of disinformation about the Republic of Singapore.
Look, I really pity the guy and his family, I really do. But we have to understand the effects of the drugs Van Nguyen was carrying should it pass through the Singapore Customs; 400g of Heroin can make more than 100 doses for addicts on the streets. Why hasn’t the Australian media said anything about its own citizens having recently created a whole string of drug related offences from Bali to America? I mean, it just seems like Australia views drug-taking as a phase of their lives and everyone knows about it, but nobody wants to clean it up. We have to understand that if Van Nguyen had been successful in bringing the Heroin on the streets, many others who are addicts (and non-addicts) can die of drug related deaths. All because Van Nguyen wanted to clear his brother’s debts?? Who then is going to console the druggies’ families? Who then will appeal for tighter laws governing drug trafficking?? Who then will help the addicts clear their debts on drug-taking, who had taken the Heroin that was sold on the streets, which had been transported by Van Nguyen? This whole 'thing' created a big and vicious chain reaction that must be stopped somehow, and somebody will have to pay – in this case, dearly. If Van Nguyen had wanted to help his brother clear his debts, using illegal means are definitely not the way! Everybody knows that there is no shortcut to success – you want the money, you will have to work for it…legally of course. Why be the person who’s gonna be feeding more drugs to people who are already desperately in need of salvation?
It is true that Singapore has very tough laws against drug-related offences, but that is precisely why laws are kept in place: to keep the streets safe so you and your kids can walk about without being harrassed by addicts demanding money, or street peddlers offering ‘free samples’ to your teenage son at the club, or worrying about your daughters' visit to clubs where rape-drugs are rampant.
Can’t Australia see the light to this issue? Yes I’m sure they can, but it’s just that people wouldn’t react to it unless their family or friends has been a victim to drugs and know how they can kill your loved ones before they will say that what Van Nguyen has done was just wrong. The death penalty is there as a deterrent to anyone else that tries to commit drug-related offences that will harm and kill many others for the benefit of oneself. No doubt it is unfortunate that Van Nguyen will be made an example of this punishment, but nonetheless, Australians had absolutely no idea that Singapore carries such tough penalties should anyone else risk it. Furthermore, what would others think if the Singapore Government had pardoned Van Nguyen on his offence? The offence that so many others from around the world had tried and failed and had to be hanged for their crimes. Should the Government then consider pardoning the others in the future? What kind of governing system would the Republic have, had it accede to the requests of another country’s political influence despite the charges being set out by law?
And what’s this shit about showing contempt for Australia? It just doesn’t work this way people.

Amidst the Muslim targets

2005-11-21T13:58:00.001+08:00

I was watching an episode on 30 days (by Morgan Spurlock, the guy that brought us “Super Size Me”) and this time, it documents an average White Christian American living with an American Muslim family. It shows how he must learn the customs, traditions and the likes of the Muslim culture within those 30 days.
What I learned reestablished the fact that Muslim people are just like every one of us. It is simply because of some radicals that speak of their deluded ‘beliefs’ that spawned a whole new way of how others look at Muslim people on the streets. This is especially so for the average American who seldom get any further from 5ft of their couch, and have so little knowledge about how the rest of the world works, who lives under the assumption that every person with an Arabic look and a beard has got to be a terrorist. But that’s beside the point.
I do have many Muslim friends. All of them have been very kind and hospitable people. What worries me about these condemned terrorists is that they are giving their own religion, and their fellow Brothers and Sisters a very bad name. Many Muslim boys and girls are now being targeted in the recent racial attacks. Had a conversation with my Muslim friends and they seem to think so too; He had his bags and every other details checked thoroughly whilst here in Brisbane! Seriously, just coz he’s Muslim.
Well we had our conversation and I learned that these radicals proclaiming a ‘Holy War’ was in fact misled by their Muslim clerics. He said that a Holy War only happens when the country in question does not allow them Muslims to practice their religion. Furthermore he added that, these radicals are termed terrorist because they go about killing innocent lives instead of fighting the fight with people who are armed.
I guess we all know that this sad series of events would not be over soon, judging from the vicious cycle of killing from both sides, and the kind of manipulation these radicals exercise on the minds of youths. What have we achieved so far for the human race? Nothing if we can’t even stop ourselves from killing each other. We aren’t that civilized.

Elder Scrolls: Wandering into Oblivion

2005-11-16T01:01:00.001+08:00

Ahhhhh…… Elder Scrolls… the third series Morrowind was rated best game of that year (2002 I believe) and I happen to pickup a release of it from a 3rd party producer, and that’s how I know about the game. It mind-blowing I tell ya. It’s like a whole new genre to RPG and its freaking huge! You’ve got tons of NPCs to talk to and the discovery of the world is just amazing! I love it! So with their new release of Oblivion, I am obviously anticipating its release in early 2006 with pulled-hair and scrawny dirty fingernails. Well, I haven’t actually completed Morrowind because of my work commitments (damn don’t you just wish your job was to play games). Worst of all, I had to clean out my HDD by reformatting it…without saving a copy of my save games! And I had like few million (YES! Few million) in cash from all the tedious missions and the trouble of getting back to that goblin trader (Creeper) that gives me the true value of the item. Darnit! Well, at least I’ve managed to get my hands on its expansion, Bloodmoon and Tribunal this time. So playing the game again should be alil more fun this time. Read more about Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion from their main website here.
Oh and one more thing: I’ve heard that the Xbox version of Oblivion will be a lot nicer than the PC’s coz of the graphics engine. Hmm… but I’m a stickler to PC.

Nobody wants to be my friend...

2005-11-14T15:16:00.001+08:00

I never thought this would actually happen, or am i just living in another dimension; 79 (which is all) of my MSN friends are actually offline at the same time, and during the peak hours of the day! Most of these creatures would even leave their MSN on throughout the night, but what is going on? Some internetworking problems? Or is this actually possible? Like what are the chances right? Or did i get blocked by 79 people in some kind of coup in ousting me into insanity - i'm gonna tell my mum about this... Mom!! Nobody wants to be my friend!!

Korean Space Food

2005-11-06T23:53:00.001+08:00

In the process of trying to save precious time, man has created many inventions that will do just that. In this case: Instant Noodles. To be exact, it's instant udon. The white slippery japanese noodles that look like really thick spaghetti. This product is manufactured by a Korean company though.
Why I mentioned space food is the simplicity of getting your instant udon fixed. You just add hot water! Its that simple. The whole packet comes with a really dried (like nitrogen freezed dried) fried tofu which looks really amazing when hot water is added to it. Batteries not included but the rest of the spices are. Maybe if Korea has a space programme, that's what their astronauts would eat.
Here's a link to some dude who's really crazy about noodles like this one here.

Unfolding Game

2005-11-04T23:42:00.001+08:00

Acccidently i bumped onto this website that features tonnes of flash game, and i had a go on this game called "Unfolding". It's a min-boggling game where you had to unfold the lines that connect the dots together so the game completes when you do not have any intersecting lines. It is rather addictive, however i gave up on Level 9 when i felt i was getting 'Carpal'. The game just involves alotta clicking and patience. Anyway, i felt i was pretty good at it for a beginner, thought i might share a few strategy on how to conquer the game.
I've attached the screenshots of the game to show you how i worked them out.

1)Move/Reshuffle all the dots towards the center (This gives you space to work around the edges).
2)Start finding dots that have little links and move them towards a corner.
3)Keep repeating that, sometimes you may need to rearrange them again by moving the corner dots inwards, so you can place another connecting dot outwards.
4)Don't plan on doing anything serious for the rest of the day.

Link to game here.

No Mercy Company - Funny Classified Job Advert

2005-11-04T15:31:00.001+08:00

A friend of mine found this on the Job Ad. I would love to work for this company if they weren't so obvious about the job criteria.
In case they removed the link, i've attached a screenshot of what it says.

Green Bean Sprouts: My Lil' Shop of Horrors

2005-11-02T12:23:00.001+08:00

Recently I’ve been getting my green-fingers to work, ever since an accidental onion came to life with its sprout (or whatever you call it). So I thought it might be a good idea to see how well it grows if I just fed it with water. Yeps, hydroponics is the way to go.
Actually I was just too lazy to get some soil and plant it in and besides its gonna get real messy, so well, it is a great experiment to see how well it grows with water alone.
Turn out quite well after about 6 weeks. Still I felt that its growth could have been stunned somewhat as it seems to be growing slower than it should have been. I’ve been to the supermarket and saw that those spring onions can grow quite a fair bit, and pity my spring onion hasn’t reach that stage…yet.
Then I went on to try my hands on growing sprouts from green beans. I mean I love bean sprouts and they can be purchased in bulk. So I had a bag of green beans and I thought it’ll be great to have my own garden of sprouts I can just eat off whenever I want (makes me feel like a green giant Fi Fi Foe Fum I smell green bean sprouts arrgh!!!). So I had them placed in an ice cube container, 5 seeds in each holder with cotton wool as base. Water them daily and for the third week this is how it looks like:

And I’m beginning to wonder if I can eat them at all?!? See, I thought the green bean sprouts were supposed to be like these:

But mine has large leaves, hairy stem, and is pinkish red in color. So what is going on?? My best guess is that the green beans that I have are a different kind of green beans…right? I mean I think they do have many different categories of green beans?
Still I decide against eating them as I’m no herbalist and sprouts are cheap anyway. I’ll just continue to grow them and see what becomes of them… there goes my salad…

Warning! Use only during emergencies or you may suffocate.

2005-10-28T08:53:00.001+08:00

This man is not trying to suffocate himself. Instead he is trying to save himself should a fire occur. The bag, which is supposedly fire-proof will protect the man's head (or face if you will) and give him breathing air for 5 min if he walks, or 3 min if he runs. Now why didn't i think of that... So maybe firemen will have bigger bags over their heads. But shouldn't they come with some warning labels that reads something like: it's not a toy so don't put it over your head, unless during emergencies.

Free Porn! Sex pix and XXX videos!

2005-10-27T11:44:00.001+08:00

Ok I lied, there's no free sex stuff here, I was just thinking if you can click through the numerous links and shit to get to your smut, you may as well just provide a click to feed the hungry. Just one click! Save yourself the guilt after the climax - click to repent!

In Da' Men's Club

2005-10-26T13:35:00.001+08:00

Alright this is a thought for the guys only: women can skip this article…unless you wanna know what’s happening in the guy’s toilet…which I figured you would already be interested by now.
So any of you guys been to a toilet, walk in head towards the urinal and notice that there’s this guy at a corner, and you do your business, and you notice that guy at the corner is still there?? Like hey, I mind my own business (that’s the rule in the boy’s room) but this often puzzles me. Its just simply peculiar how someone can stand there for so long when I had finished my piss that’s been endured for a full 3 hour movie. Well if you wanna know, I didn’t peek, so I’m not sure if he’s pissing or just talking to the wall or his member. I didn’t turn on my extra sensory functions to listen if any action was in fact taking place. What I do know is they’ve been standing there since I walked in, and 2 minutes later as I walk out, they’re still there. Is that what they’ve been calling prostrate?
There’s been a lot of things going on about the male washroom: from the engagement rules, to the occasional peek-a-boo. It isn’t just a docking station where you can dump your waste, but more like a shady “Men’s only” exclusive club. You have propaganda going on in the cubicles depending on your preference and taste. Advertisements (mainly free services) and erotic art displays with random thoughts about the world like “I hate graffiti : so does Jesus”. Then there’s the overly friendly dumb salesman who smiles at you while you’re releasing the excess liquid. Sometimes you can even catch them admiring what you are holding in your hand just then. So you try to lean forward in a bid to gain extra ‘cover’ only to get speckles of urine on your pants. There’s also the occasional ‘male models’ that stand in front of the mirror for way too much time. There’s really nothing wrong with their hair – it just couldn’t get any better if the person wearing it looks challenged. There are just so many things happening in ‘da club that makes you wanna bring some form of protection for your own safety. No I’m not talking about those you find from the dispensing machines found there but stuff like maybe a taser gun or at least a personal zapper.
Also for the misunderstood – its not that men can’t aim, it’s just that they can’t stand close enough for that last trickle.

My fond memories on Sesame Street

2005-10-22T05:30:00.001+08:00

For the past few weeks I have been working late into the wee hours of the morning. And for the past few days I was practically awake for more than 26 hours and then catching a 5-6 hours sleep. It was an insane period for me. But I’m glad that’s all over…for now…
Anyway I wasn’t so much of a morning person and having that chance of seeing the sun rise came as a consolation. I also had a chance to watch Sesame Street, the PBS children’s television program that has been running for God knows how many decades. I gotta tell ya, I grew up on Sesame Street. It was just so captivating and enjoyable. Well, although you already know that characters like Big Bird, Grover, Cookie Monster, etc hasn’t changed a single bit (but I do wonder how the voice still stays the same), I was surprised and delighted to see human characters I grew up with were still there. People like Maria. Well she’s the only human character I saw then. I remember there was this other black bald guy, this nice white guy that always talks to Big Bird and another Hispanic guy named Luis. I missed the cartoons like the numbered pinball that goes around all kind of obstacles and some really fancy retro animations and even that short PBS logo at the end. This whole program can be considered the best children’s program to ever been broadcast globally. Not Banana’s in PJs, not Barney, not anything else. Sesame Street just has so much appeal even for adults. Maybe it’s the innocence of it all, the way they encourage children to discover and teach new things like colors and numbers. I love it…
I’m just thinking if there’s a way I can get my hands on all the seasons of Sesame Street keep them till I have children and have them watch it. I'm just afraid they might for some reason just shutdown the whole scene. That would be tragic.

This site here pretty much summarized my fond memories on Sesame Street.

Gmail Invites and Gmail Virtual Drive

2005-10-09T19:44:00.001+08:00

After reading an article on PC Magazine (Sept Issue) about Gmail, I knew I had to have an account. But I didn’t know where to look coz Gmail accounts are given solely on an ‘invitation’ basis only. Kinda like a red carpet walk into the Emmy’s. So I decided to look around the net, and found some old news about this magnanimous guy who was churning out invites like a waterfall but got shut down because of it, and then there are still some sites which trade invites for something, and some that don’t. Well, I got mine now and the feeling is just powerful! I own a 2.6G mailbox!! Alright, you may not see the point in having that much space but after reading the article, you will know the use of it: To create a virtual online drive. Yes you can store all the data you need in this drive and access it anywhere simply by going into your mail. Isn’t that fantastic?!
All you have to do is to download this program which creates the virtual drive on your computer and read the instructions on how to move your files. You may also wanna create a filter in your Gmail inbox so that files placed in it, does not get mixed with your regular mails (easily identifiable as GMAILFS: ).

Oh, and by the way Gmail invites are like a lucky draw. Some people have it, some don’t. I used to have 15 when I started. After giving them all out…hehehe…I now have 100!! That’s insane! I have absolutely no idea how that works, but I read somewhere that the invites refreshes itself after a day or two, so it’s best to give them out when you can. So now you can have a Gmail too ;P just leave your email address and I’ll try to send them to you ASAP.

Sedition charges to Singaporeans who made Racists remarks

2005-10-08T12:36:00.001+08:00

Unbelievable. That’s my reaction towards the arrest of two Singaporean bloggers who made racists remarks on a blogsite and the other in a forum. I am in everyway against people who made derogatory and inflammatory remarks anytime anywhere. Nonetheless calling on the powers of “sedition” (- yes you may wanna look that word up in the dictionary) in arresting these people may seemed a little extreme. And in the words of ‘Curt’ in CPB: “Using sedition charges for an instance of racial speech is like using a nuclear bomb to get rid of ants in a kitchen”. There has been much argument on the use of the charge sedition as can be seen in the following blogs:
Commentary Singapore
Committee to Protect Bloggers
Libertas
In any case, bloggers looking to read the contents of the blog and the remarks will be disappointed to know that they have been brought down. Still here are the web addresses of where you’ll wanna try your luck:
Benjamin Koh’s Blog
Nicholas Lim’s comments

Flying Insects Taste My Flamethower

2005-10-06T23:11:00.001+08:00

WARNING! NOT INTENDED FOR YOUNGER AUDIENCE BUT IF SO PLEASE TRY THIS UNDER ADULT SUPERVISION…I think…

I just hate it when flying insects makes a visit into my home. How do I deal with them? Well I use an insect spray…albeit not quite the conventional way. I know that most insect spray doesn’t kill them instantly even though you may have sprayed it on them from a distance of about half a meter. And if you look at the above picture, I even bought the insect spray specifically to cater to these flying bastards and it promises fast knockdown!

Well, time to take things into my own hands. If there was one thing I learned when I was a kid is to innovate. I flame them and hopefully vaporize them…ok the vaporized part may be a bit exaggerated, I’m just marketing it. So nowadays when I see a target, I grab my lighter and the insect spray and get to work. Stealthily I move towards the intended target and just at about 50cm away, I light my lighter and keeping a close eye on the target, I fire the spray at the target creating a home-made flamethrower. It works like magic. Never fails no matter how big the target. The fire burns their wings and they drop down immediately. In their desperate attempts they still try to flutter their wings but another round of napalm flame-throwing is all it takes to end their pitiless lives. Perhaps that’s what the manufacturers of insect sprays intended us to do in the first place. They just can’t state the obvious…

Japanese Ramune, and how to retrieve the marble from within

2005-10-06T01:17:00.001+08:00

When I first saw it in Japan, I knew I had to own one. The marble that comes along with the bottle of a Japanese soft drink, affectionately known as Ramune. The soft drink is basically a carbonated flavoured drink, with a marble at the stopper to seal the carbonation within. To drink from it, you will have to open a plastic seal and detach a small apparatus that will help you push the marble into the bottle, although you can just use your finger to do the trick. The fun part is, the marble gets stuck on the neck of the glass bottle and you just drink with the marble wobbling around the bottle. However the bottle was also designed in such a way that you can actually hold the marble in place at the neck so as to prevent the marble from slipping back to the opening and stop you from drinking from the bottle. Two indentations around the neck form a “V” shaped notch and holds that marble when you tilt the bottle at an angle.
Although widely popularized in Japan, as research would have it the design of the bottle actually came from a British soft drink maker named Hiram Codd and that the design existed since 1872! Hence such bottle designs were named Codd-necked bottles ever since.
Taking the initiative to bring yall the experiments of this novel item, I now list some crazy facts about what this bottle can actually do:

Experiment Specifications:
1 x Japanese Ramune bottle
1 x human test subject

Test and Results:
Q: If bottle turned upside down after opening and that the marble falls back to opening, will it stop the drink from leaking?
A: Test on the carbonated drink – No. It can be observed that the drink is dripping slowly.
Test on water refilled into the bottle – Yes. Water was not leaking.

Q: What angle can you tilt the bottle before the marble falls out from that “V” shaped notch?
A: Several tests indicate this to be somewhere between 40º ~ 45º angle.

Q: Is it true that the marble cannot be removed by normal means without breaking the bottle?
A: False. The marble can be removed simply with a number of work tools. As in my case, I opened it in less than 30 min with 2 flat-head screwdriver. However, do not attempt to do this by yourself if you are under 18.

Method:
Using the screwdriver, try to slip the tip to the inside of that blue sealing cap on the exterior of the bottle. The action is to pry the cap open. Do this several times around the edge of the cap. You will notice that sometimes the cap break off when you try to pry it loose. This happens but the trick is to loosen the cap without trying to break the seal. As you pry it loose, you will have to reinsert the tip of the screwdriver further. When you have loosen enough space in one area that can fit another screwdriver in, do that by inserting another screwdriver next to the one that is already inside. Try to push it as far in as possible and when you can push no more, cross that screwdriver over to the previous screwdriver and use it as a pivot to pry further into the bottle. Keep doing this action in that one area and you will eventually see that the blue cap has tilted slightly and you can feel the tilt when you pried it. Again insert both screwdrivers further in and pry with one and the other acting as the pivot and Voila! The cap will pop off soon enough.

Another place in which you may find another tip of retrieving the marble.

Merrick & Russo - The B Team

2005-10-05T20:42:00.001+08:00

Managed to catch a few glimpse of this new comic show, aptly named Merrick & Russo – The B Team. How unfortunate. These two blokes just don’t have the material to be considered funny. They tried so hard to be funny it’s lame. The bits and pieces of the show can be considered unoriginal as they try to play pranks on the general public and taping them secretly. They make jokes that can be very difficult to react- as in whether one should smile politely or cry at their pitiful attempts to be comical. It slowly became categorized to be disgusting as they try to laugh at pranks played on the audience by devising what they called a “sick-o-meter”. Sad…really. They should just stated the obvious and tell us straight that it really is a B- Grade show.

Interviews - Knowing Me, Knowing You

2005-10-03T22:08:00.001+08:00

The concept of an interview can be likened to a ‘smart casual to formal’ chit-chat of understanding the interviewee. Notice I mentioned ‘smart’ because the process of the interview requires certain effort and careful thoughts about what reasonably pertinent questions to ask, and to the interviewee, what diplomatic answers to give. It is like a masqueraded Tango of ostentatious display defining ‘wants’ and ‘needs’ through such interaction, and perhaps pretending to accept or understand them that it seems almost…vulgar.

Man in its most primitive form requires only needs for its survival. The coming of age gives significance to interaction to allow understanding of needs and other desires. We talk to humour ourselves, we speak to raise awareness, we inter-view to scrutinize. The creator of the word was right to say that the process of interviews is not dependent on a single individual views or scrutiny. It is the rallying of a group of Oscar pseudo-winners to create an atmosphere of wanting to know, to understand, to provide and to reply in the most vague yet diplomatically acceptable ways ever. Kind of like a two minute noodle – you enter the interview stiff and crunchy, in the process perhaps it was too ‘hot’ to handle so you breakdown yet leave a waxy trail of pretence of knowing what they want. By the end of the interview, you moderately judged if you have successfully given a reasonably acceptable answer through the many flavours of feedback that they pour in.

The thought of being scrutinized in every aspect of my speech and delivery never fails to send shivers down my vertebrates. My experience of most interviews can be illustrated by some of Cassius Coolidge’s more recognized works.

An Epilogue To My Broken Heart, A Long List of Sad Goodbyes...

2005-09-29T02:39:00.001+08:00

Yes, it is I that made you feel heartbroken. It was also me that stood you through your worst times. How quickly one can forsake a friend solely on the judgements one make. And what judgements one passes solely on the assumptions one creates.
Are we not to make judgements lest we are judged? Should we assume not lest a friend is misjudged.
P, i am sadden to know that you will lose me as a friend. I do not blame you. Neither do i blame myself. I feel that at this point in time, you have no need for an explanation, neither do i have that need to prove myself.
I had hope that we will pull through anything to support each other in life's needs...because of this, i know now that you do not need me.
Perhaps in time we will learn to see God's greater plan for the both of us, but until then, i wish you all the best in your life.

PS: Please do not try to call or write me. We can't change what we can't see, nor will I forget what you have agreed...
Psalm 102:4

Playstation: PS3 - My Dream Date

2005-09-28T19:15:00.001+08:00

Oh man, I love this thing. PS3. Yes I’m a gaming fanatic, but not so much these days when I have tonnes of other things to do then blog even. Well, very soon I shall own one of these babies and get married with it. I don’t know why Xbox and Nintendo even bother to compete…no wait, they should, so I can get me PS3 cheaper. Yessss….my precious….
The launch is expected sometime next year (2006) around March. My best guess as of anyone else’s about its price is about 300USD.

More info about its specs and stuff can be found here.

I'm sorry Mama, I ain't cleanin' out my closet

2005-09-27T23:56:00.001+08:00

It is strange how people can easily forget the good things you’ve done for them and the bad stuff sticks on the back of their mind as if forever. It is strange how people like to feel victimized when things go awry and not see the faults of their own doings. It is strangest when someone can say these to you, when you least expect that it is actually happening to you.
I am convinced that I’ve just walked to a crossroad in my life, where the decisions I’m about to make will change many people’s lives forever. My life especially. Yes, I do have many skeletons in my closet, but I don’t consider them as something which I can’t hide, as I believe many people out there does keep secrets about their lives till the day they die. I do not see anything wrong with keeping one’s secret to oneself as I do not like my life to be an open book for your own perusal. I also believe that it is imperative that couples should never reveal everything about their lives to their other halves. Reason? Many…or perhaps none, but it doesn’t matter. Perhaps you’ll feel better if you’ve told someone, but perhaps you’ll feel like shit when you realize that the friend you fell out with knows your darkest secret. At least you’ll feel more comforted to know that if no one knows your secrets, then it might not come back to haunt you. At least that’s how I feel.

World Beard & Moustache Championship

2005-09-27T09:56:00.001+08:00

World Beard & Moustache Championship starts this Saturday in Berlin. Sometimes I don’t even understand what kind of macho-ism or pride these people get from showing off their burly facial hair. I mean, either they think they’re some sort of human-walrus or some kinda stylish caveman. Can you imagine what kind of regime they go through everyday to keep their moustache and beard that way? Talk about hair care! They probably have got custom hair nets to go with it during sleep. And how come there ain’t no Sikhs, Afghanis or Chinese in the competition? I mean they do grow beards and moustache all their lives right?
They also forgot to mention about the women's championship.

More information can be found on this link here.

Inter-Office Memo

2005-09-15T16:47:00.001+08:00

[Forwarded from a friend: Author unknown]

Dear Staff,

Please be aware that there have been some minor changes to the Personnel Policy as follows:

DRESS CODE:
It is advised that you come to work dressed according to your salary. If we see you wearing a signature clothing like Guess, Polo, Dockers, Dickies etc. carrying a Gucci bag or Marithe Francois Girbaud we assume you are doing well financially and therefore you do not need a raise. If you dress poorly, you need to learn to manage your money better, so that you may buy nicer clothes and therefore you do not need a raise. If you dress in-between, you are right where you need to be and therefore you do not need a raise.

SICK DAYS:
We will no longer accept a doctor statement as proof of sickness. If you are able to go to the doctor, you are able to come to work.

SURGERY:
Operations are now banned. As long as you are an employee here, you need all your organs. You should not consider removing anything. We hired you intact. To have something removed constitutes a breach of employment.

PERSONAL DAYS:
Each employee will receive 52 personal days a year. They are called Sunday.

VACATION DAYS:
All employees will take their vacation at the same time every year.
The vacation days are as follows: January 1 & December 25 and all special and regular holidays.

RESTROOM USE:
Entirely too much time is being spent in the restroom. In the future, we will follow the practice of going in alphabetical Order. For instance, all employees whose names begin with 'A' will go from 8:00 to 8:20, employees whose names begin with 'B' will go from 8:20 to 8:40 and so on. If you're unable to go at your allotted time, it will be necessary to wait until the next day when your turn comes again.
In extreme emergencies, employees may swap their time with a co-worker.
Both employees' supervisors must approve this exchange in writing. In addition, there is now a strict 3-minute time limit in the stalls. At the end of three minutes, an alarm will sound, the toilet paper roll will retract, the stall door will open and a picture will be taken.
After your second offence, your picture will be posted on the company bulletin board under the "Chronic Offenders" category.

LUNCH BREAK:
Skinny people get 30 minutes for lunch as they need to eat more so that they can look healthy. Normal size people get 15 minutes for lunch to get a balanced meal to maintain their average figure. Fat people get 5 minutes for lunch, because that's all the time needed to drink a Slim Fast and take a diet pill.

Thank you for your loyalty to our company. We are here to provide a positive employment experience. Therefore, all questions, comments, concerns, complaints, frustrations, irritations, aggravations, insinuations, allegations, accusations, contemplation, consternation and input should be directed elsewhere.

Have a nice week.

Management

Masturbation Household Tools

2005-09-13T14:33:00.001+08:00

As if I need to be anymore specific, yes it resembles a Car-Vac.
Taken from 'futurotica'

Zentai, and Spandex Bodysuits

2005-09-12T19:21:00.001+08:00

Just to clarify that I do not have a fetish for such stuff, and I’m not some pervert who enjoys watching poor women being squeezed in it. I just like the idea of the mysteriousness it portrays. In fact, I was thinking of getting one myself and wearing it to the dance clubs. See, I feel like I almost dance like a raving maniac, but with style, unlike a monkey. Hence at the same time, I just don’t look like someone who enjoys dancing and rave as much. In order to protect my identity, I thought that if I have some sort of a clothing, yet in a way is sleek chic and…sleek, it would solve my dilemma of protecting my profile without restricting myself on the dance floor. However, the idea does create problems of its own. For one, I’m a guy, and I don’t think it’s…mmm…very attractive for a guy to wear this. It hugs your body…and well, the bulge between my legs is just obvious and repulsive. Another thing is, I look like a total weirdo. I might get whacked before I even walk to the dance floors. Sheeez… this sucks. Well, it’s just a thought, nothing concrete as of yet. Just to know that it’s available on the market is good enough for me.

Tokyo, Sushi, Pachinko and Soap Parlours

2005-09-10T23:22:00.001+08:00

Tokyo. Fascinating and surreal. Reminds me a lot about sci-fi movies like Bladerunner. Been there early this year (which was kinda like their winter then) and it has left a deep impression on me ever since. Everything hi-tech and innovative can be found right here in this metropolis. As I interact with some other foreigners who have been here for ages, I learned that Tokyo is not really Japan; Tokyo is Tokyo. That is to say Tokyo seemed like a country, a city by itself. Its culture and social ethics does not reflect those of other cities in Japan – cities likeYokohama. More so I learned that some people living in Tokyo city has some sort of a distasteful perception for people living outside of Tokyo. Still I would love to stay in Tokyo for a while to experience more of what their culture and people can offer.
Anyhow during my short stay there, I managed to ‘bunk in’ with a friend I just got to know there. She’s a very attractive lady who owns a computing business. Her name is Chika. Unfortunately she has a boyfriend. Unfortunately her boyfriend seemed to care less about her. Most of the time she was just busy doing her work on the laptop in her room, and it seems like she just keeps at it for ages, without sleeping! Despite her working schedule and already frail frame and looks, she smokes a lot too. But she was very considerate during my time of stay knowing that I don’t smoke, she tried to inhibit the smoke in her room.
I’ve been trying to contact her since I arrived back home. Emails were no use even though they were sent straight to her mobile. I do have her address…and its somewhere. Well, here’s a map she got for me and she took the trouble to draw the lines which depicts the route from her home to the train station. If anyone can translate where that is, I would be awfully grateful.

River Fest 2005

2005-09-04T16:00:00.001+08:00

Actually I have no idea what River Fest is all about. The highlight of the event basically is a half-hour worth of fireworks and some fighter plane flyby. It seems like a nice full-filled event for everyone to enjoy. The only thing I was looking forward to was the RAAF F1-11 strike jet flyby. Unfortunately on that day, we were late in securing a place to watch the show, hence when we did arrive, the jet just flew over our heads without so much as me preparing for a shot. Nonetheless I knew it would fly past again the signal the end of the fireworks. When it did, it flew way off where I though it should be and I was blocked by a bridge above me. Darn thing…darn pilot. So the only shots I got were these:
An eerie light from within the swamp, And the crowd dispersing later.

I was gonna get a pix of a woman peeing on the street, but apparently I was too quick to take my phone camera off the target (for fear of me getting beaten up for doing such a despicable act), so too bad for that.

Perhaps I’m asking for too much, but perhaps I’m right: I think the whole 'shazam' is a waste of taxpayers’ money. That half-hour of fireworks would be better spent on mending roads and expanding accessibility or anything else that may be beneficial to the people.

Heres the link to this event. However i suspect this link will only stay within this month and may not be accessible thereafter.

Home Made Beer - Potent Brew

2005-08-30T23:12:00.001+08:00

My brother and I were just making our very first home-made beer on the 24th August. It was actually his idea to brew his own beer. So we went to a supermarket and bought one of these Home-Made beer brewing kit. It comes in a huge box with everything necessary to make beer…except the bottles for bottling. Those come separate and you’ll either need to buy them or recycle the ones you used.
So he got this kit from Brigalow. Comes with a 25ltr plastic keg with all the essentials like the malt, yeast and stuff. We try as much to follow the instructions as closely as possible, so at least we end up with something that’s drinkable and not taste like cat piss.
Today, we’ve reached the ¾ fermentation stage where the hydrometer reached a 1010 reading. So its gonna take another 4 days for bottling, which I hope by then, it should look decent enough to be called beer. For now… it’s a mix between being called heavily saturated urine and a drunkard’s piss.

Messenger Plus Petition

2005-08-29T00:39:00.001+08:00

Messenger Plus is treated as a spyware by Microsoft's AV software, which it obviously is not (Read it here). MsgPlus has created a petition which you may participate in to show your support.

For those who aren't sure what MsgPlus is, its basically a useful Add-On to your MSN Messenger, which allows you to eliminate some pesky ads that came with MSN, as well as some other various improvement. Check it out on their website.

Happy Birthday...to Me

2005-08-24T12:14:00.001+08:00

Two days ago my friend had an engagement party and we were invited to be present to witness the event. It took place at this seafood restaurant called “Crushers” and most of his family and relatives were there to show their support. Many were moved by the happy occasion. Right after we finished our dinner and after everyone had their pictures taken and such, when suddenly a cake appeared from nowhere and the guy holding the cake started singing a birthday song with a “Hip Hip Hurray” ending. I was shocked to say the least as I was really caught off guarded. In fact I think everyone present were quite shocked that there was gonna be sorta double celebration. So nobody really sang a birthday song, nor participated in the hurray cheer. So it was a really embarrassing event…for me at least. But I was touched by the gesture of my girlfriend who planned this, although she didn’t expect that many guests to turn up. So well…
The funny thing was right before we set off to the restaurant, a couple of people did came up to me and wished me a happy birthday, and I was wondering how did they know in advance?

Today’s my birthday. Which also happens to be the late Yasser Arafat’s birthday. Or the day Geoffrey Plantagenet of France conquered Normandy in 1113. As if I know them by heart…

I was born 24th August, which makes me a Virgin…as in under the sign of Virgo. Perfectionists, critical, analytical, detailed are just some of the traits that come to mind. Yes…those are really somewhat traits I possess. Love it or hate it, I have to live with it. Sometimes it irks people, and sometimes it wins people.
Let’s just see what happens…today…

Dark Water - Review

2005-08-19T00:27:00.001+08:00

Watched the Japanese horror movie “Dark Water”. My conclusion is such; It's an educational show that depicts the following lesson you learn:

1) If you picked up a bag thats not yours, but it keeps reappearing to you, you should keep the bag. This is because the bag was meant for you and you were meant for the bag, together you're inseparable. So if you happen to lose your bag on the bus, or at a shopping center, don't worry, it'll mystically appear on your desk by the next day.

2) If you start noticing hair coming from your tap, don't waste time checking the water tank. You know its time to get a good water filter or filtration system.

3) This was a good chance to promote the Charcoal Onsen! Dark-colored bubbling water makes a healthy bath. There's even an extra pair of hands in the water to help you scrub. Now that's what i call service.

4) Don't pretend you don't know what's happening. It's time to wash those dishes.

5) An excellent depiction of what will happen if you stand in front of train doors or elevator doors during rush hours. Yes...keep away from the doors.

6) Always get a babysitter. You'll never know when your child throws a tandrum that can spoil your day.

7) If your home is experiencing seepage from the ceiling, get it fixed instead of placing buckets to catch the water. If you can't afford to fix it, lodge a complain to your apartment manager, or the Land and Building ministry or something similar.

8) Leaving the taps running as a way to get back at your landlord is not always a good idea. You wreck havoc to those living below you.

If all these baffles you, don't piss in your pants, or get yourself drenched, just vist this website to know more about this movie.

More pix from the Ekka

2005-08-18T14:32:00.001+08:00

Pork Chops & Bacon! That pig was so big that it couldn't even fit into the frame of my camera. The piglets are cute though.

These pictures does injustice to show just how big these bulls really are. They could have easily weigh over a tonne.

Right...its a cow, urinating. Not sure why I thought I should've snapped the picture... but perhaps some of you sickos might find it... appealing.

Ekka at a glance.

Showbags pavilion - buy showbags that contain an array of stuff (depending on the vendor). From Coca-Cola collectibles, to chocolates and toys, and even magazines with clothing that's worth over $120 going for $16. Most of them are just samples of products being packed in.

Yes...violence and gore is what the crowd likes. A fight broke out suddenly and like the jerk that I am, I quickly snapped these pictures. Wasn't much of a fight though.

My friend JP having a go at getting the Heavyweight Title.

More information about the Ekka can be found on their website here.

Ekka - a place where dignity and money are lost

2005-08-17T09:16:00.001+08:00

Went to the Ekka today. Don’t ask me what that means, but the only thing I know from it was that it’s a name that developed into what they call a Royal Queensland Exhibition Show or something similar. It all about bringing the country life to the city. This ‘festival’ goes on for a period of 10 days starting 11th August, and it’s declared an Ekka holiday today, so got the chance to go. There’s all the farm animals, bush-type performance, games, rides and shows. Entry price was $20 per adult.
Animals from cows, pigs, horses, deer, llama, camels, sheep, goats, dogs, cats, birds, are on display and each have some sorta competition and prizes were given accordingly based on the category they are in. It’s a real eye-opener to see so many farm animals at a single place. You’ve never would have imagine that cows could have grown so big, and I was trying to imagine how much pork-chops can that pig produce. It was actually rather educational.
Then there were the games, I was actually looking forward to that coz I was anxious to win something big as I’ve been looking at alotta fella parading these huge plush toys. Well, apparently I found out that a lot of those games were kinda rigged in a way. It requires certain technique to win. Like the ball that never gets to stay in the bin coz its too bouncy, or the hoop that can never get into box coz its just the right circumference size, or the ring that never goes down the bottle neck as you shoot a rifle with a cork, coz its angled such that it deflects your shot, and the pyramid of cans that never topple coz they’re weighted and positioned such that your ball only hits the top can. Man…was I real disappointed. Well I tried a few of those even though I knew I suck at it, and yep, lost. Well eventually we reach this place where they had some sorta bowling thing, and you just have to ‘roll’ the ball in a weird angle so if you get a strike, you win a jumbo prize, and if you got a spare, you win a medium prize. First two tries I didn’t get anything, and I was really feeling crappy now. Make me feel like I’m an incompetent guy with no skills and abilities whatsoever. I was ready to give up when my friend insists that I give it a go again. Reluctantly I agreed as I thought it’ll just be more money washed down the drain, and another opportunity to prove my worthlessness. This time round I managed to get a spare and I really heave a sigh of relief as all the stress was on me! Everybody behind was just watching me! The attendant was a very nice girl and she gave a Kermit the Frog to us. But apparently my girlfriend wasn’t satisfied until she gets that jumbo size Bart Simpson. The attendant made a proposition to us, that if we get another spare, she’ll change the Kermit to Bart. That sounds reasonable. But it also meant another chance to lose my dignity if I failed. We opted for two tries again (coz it’s more affordable for $5 than $3 for a game). The first game I was left with 2 pins on the 1st roll. I decided to roll again trying my best to aim at a strange angle so as to hit both pins. As I let go of the ball with all my might, the ball missed the foremost pin and hit the back pin, but it bounce back and touched the front pin. It wobbled…and it stood. At this moment, everybody around me was going “aawww...” I was actually afraid to do it the second time round. There was just too much pressure on me. But was already paid, so its all or nothing. The attendant even hinted to me that she really want us to win, judging from our faces of despair, I guess she must’ve felt I’ve disappointed everyone. This time round, I decided to just throw the ball so hard that it’ll bounced off every wall to hit all the pins down. I was furious that I couldn’t win anything for my girlfriend. It sucked! So with all my concentration I aimed, and with all my might I threw! The ball went so fast that it ricocheted around hitting most pins and toppling all…but 1 pin. Everyone was gasp! That last pin wobbled as if dancing for joy at my wimpy throw. I swear I could’ve climb on the game stall and beak that pin in half. But I didn’t. That last pin was standing on the right most corner furthest from me. Suddenly everything was quiet. It was battle between me and that pin, and the last one standing wins. My heart was racing and I could’ve choke on my own saliva from the tension in my throat. All eyes were on me, the ball in my hands, and that pin. I stared hard at it, trying to make sense of some Pythagoras theorem that might help me imagine the best possible way to aim for it. My hand went to and fro, to and fro in preparation to let go of the ball I clench so tightly. As I did, I can hear the silence within me…I didn’t look back for fear it’ll wreck my concentration, but I felt as if everyone was just placing their hands on their face, covering half their vision. As the ball rolled out…my eyes widen in anticipation that if I lost my aim, I hope it’ll ricocheted off to hit the pin…those milliseconds seemed to pass like minutes in my mind. And then…a miracle…the ball hit dead-centre on the pin and sent it flying across the board…I was scared shitless…but I picked my jaw up from the ground. There was joy all around as if I’ve slain the dragon as the shouts of “winner! winner! winner!” rang over me. I finally won the Bart Simpson she wanted…it was a real relief that I didn’t have to do it again. In the closing moments of the day, they had a fireworks display. And as we sat there watching the sparks in the sky, I smiled not at the beauty in the sky, but because I was glad I recovered my dignity I lost at the games stalls.

My AV software, with a NOD

2005-08-16T16:42:00.001+08:00

Through the recommendations of fellow friends and other anonymous Samaritans, I’ve decided to uninstall my once beloved McAfee to try something supposedly ‘better’. After sometime researching on the best AV software available, I was disappointed to find out that McAfee wasn’t even on the top 3 list. In fact, I have never heard of the Top 2 ever before. Perhaps I was too far out on catching up with the latest software and trends these days. They were Eset’s NOD32 and Kaspersky Lab’s AntiVirus. It was reported that NOD32 has never not detected a possible virus threat, and it is supposed to be faster in scanning. All these because they use some sort of high level algorithm that’s mind-blowing. Even Kaspersky lost out on detection although its rather reputable in the market.
Checking out Eset’s website reassured me that these guys really know what they’re doing, and they’re in it for good. They’ve claimed 100% detection awards for many months straight – which makes you wonder if they’ve actually make viruses to create opportunities for themselves…hmm. Well its just part of my nature to be overly suspicious. With sufficient evidence to support my decision to switch, I said my last rites to McAfee, and wish I never had to go back to that slow but intuitive AV program.
The first thing that took me by surprise was the sheer size of NOD32. It’s only a bloody 8MB size! I was pondering if this was some sort of a trial program, or it’s just a big joke. Installing it was fast, and I encounter no problems whatsoever. Then comes the face-off. The interface looks nothing like intuitive at first sight. It looks like you have to know what you wanna do in order to use it. Plus you have to download the manual separately on the website. So I read the amazingly thin manual, which doesn’t really provide much detail except for the normal explanation to everything you see on the interface: the scan function, the monitor function. etc (I was hoping they’ll include some really complex stuff on the algorithm used and stuff, to convince myself that this is really a product of the supernerds). Now comes the real test: The Scan!
1 click to scan my local drive and in less than probably 15min it was done! McAfee did mine in >2hrs! This got me worried. I was wondering if it was actually doing its job in scanning my files properly coz I really didn’t think it could be that fast! Later on I found out that they have an advance setting in which you can scan more in-depth of your files, but even that took less than an hour. Nonetheless it detected a threat which the other AV I tried never did. So I thought it couldn’t be all that ‘bad’. There were just too many good things about NOD32 that you wonder if it's actually working because its just too good...to be true.
At the end of the day, I’m drawn into believing that I’ve made the right choice in switching, as it’s supposed to be the best AV software in the market, its a lot faster than any others…and it updates definitions almost everyday. For me, that’s convincing enough ;p

Use this site to do a comparison yourself.

McAfee Conspiracy?

2005-08-08T00:50:00.002+08:00

As I’ve mentioned previously in my post on how excited I was with my new browser, tragedy struck. I have been a rather staunch user of McAfee Antivirus products judging from the fact that even though reviews had offered Norton or PC-Cilin to be better, and that I own a licensed copy of Norton myself, I insist on McAfee simply because I feel that their interface was a lot ‘friendlier’, and I hate that LiveUpdate from Norton. So the problem arose when I start to notice that some features of McAfee were not noticeable on Opera, as it did in IE.

I was concerned that viruses (especially the Trojans that comes with loading a page) would not be detected when I use Opera, as it did on IE. So I decided to contact McAfee to verify on my predicament.McAfee has this cool service which allows you to hold an online chat with the Helpdesk, so that you can get answers immediately and supposedly more accurately, as we shall see in this following dialog I had with a technical staff of McAfee:(Note: Name of technical staff had been withheld to protect his identity, so that he does not get his ass sacked for providing me with such useless information)

- start dialog session -
Please wait while we find a technician to assist you...
You have been connected to S***.
S***: Jaster, thank you for contacting McAfee Online Support Center. How can I assist you with your McAfee software today?
Jaster Mereel: hello
Jaster Mereel: was wondering if the internet security suite supports other browser in particularly Opera v8 which im using? Coz i noticed that some options avail on IE6 are not there when i used Opera
Jaster Mereel: So does that mean that i'm not as protected when i use Opera?
Jaster Mereel: Also, i cant seemed to access this service with Opera - had to revert back to IE
S***: Jaster I suggest you to use Internet Explorer with McAfee applications.
Jaster Mereel: so when u say that, does it mean McAfee does not support Opera?
S***: Jaster any browser may or may not support McAfee products but we suggest customers to use Internet Explorer with McAfee.
Jaster Mereel: and why is that when IE has so many security issues? Is it because McAfee applications were built specifically to cater to IE users?
S***: Jaster for Internet Explorer issues you need to contact Microsoft.
Jaster Mereel: S*** you're not really answering my questions
S***: I apologize for the inconvenience. I'd be happy to help you.
S***: Jaster McAfee applications are not built specifically for Internet Explorer.
Jaster Mereel: no worries, just needed to get things straight about how McAfee will offer more protection if i use IE than other browsers
Jaster Mereel: S*** so again my question would be: Does it mean than i'm more "protected" when i use IE compared to Opera (or other browsers for that matter)
S***: Yes Jaster.
Jaster Mereel: Wow... would you kindly explain why is that S***?
S***: Jaster whenever you buy any McAfee product, you can see the System Requirements for that McAfee product. Internet Explorer is required to updated McAfee products successfully. You can also use Netscape after installing a Pluf In.
Jaster Mereel: S*** but you mentioned previously that McAfee wasn't bulit specifcally for IE. So why is it that i still need IE?
Jaster Mereel: Perhaps some technical details would be enlightening
S***: Jaster after testing with most of the browsers Internet Explorer is the best suited browser for McAfee applications.
S***: Your reference number for this chat session is 1******9.
S***: Is there anything else that I can assist you with today?
Jaster Mereel: S***, Interesting. Let's just assume that i bought what you're telling me, than wouldn't Mac users be in big trouble not to use IE?
S***: Jaster for Mac support you need to contact Corporate Support at 1 800 338 8754 from 8:00 AM to 8:00 PM CST.
Jaster Mereel: S*** is it possible for McAfee to publish the test results you've mentioned?
S***: No Jaster it is confidential.
Jaster Mereel: Thanks S***... i feel enlightened...
S***: Thank you for visiting McAfee Online Support Center. You may receive a survey asking for your comments on this chat experience. Your feedback will help to ensure that I'm providing the highest quality service possible.
S***: If you feel I have addressed all your concerns today, I request you to please end this chat session.
Jaster Mereel: Sure, just to add, i think this chat service is great
Jaster Mereel: but only if i can receive answers that aren't so vague...
Jaster Mereel: Thanks for you time S***!
- end dialog session –

So who and what do you wish to believe, you be the judge to that. For now, my dreams of having a perfect browser had just been shattered.

My love for Opera - without the Phantom

2005-08-06T20:34:00.001+08:00

I have just switched my browser from IE6 to Opera v8.02. I can’t begin to tell you how excited I’ve become. Opera boast of being the fastest browser ever and they boldly hold on to that claim as their leading selling point. Aside from being extremely customizable (which most of us would like to have control, kinda like the TV remote control thingy), it seems that Opera has the least security issues. Only because no known threats have been made and reported that affects Opera. Newbies will be fascinated by the power Opera can release once you get the hang of it. Features include, browser skins, mailing and news service, fully customizable browser window display, and even voice recognition commands! How cool is that! “Battle-station, power up force field to 75%, chart destination to star XF-103, assess damage and warp speed in 5 seconds!”
Microsoft has seemed to just given up on IE6. Endless security issues and updates just don’t cut it. Perhaps it’s the court case that has got them lackadaisical on their aim in taking over the world through bundled software. Nonetheless it seems most websites set their standards to cater towards IE which is understandable. In that sense IE has still got a large foothold on the realms of internet browsers, and it may take some time before other browsers are truly supported. But who cares? For now I’m just happy to be an Opera user-soon-to-be-fanatic. Stand out among the crowd and use Opera, very soon the babe next to you will ask you what cool browser you’re using.

My writings just don’t do justice. Check it out yourself at their website and community.

Depression - Shit Happens

2005-08-05T15:25:00.001+08:00

Depression comes naturally to everyone of us. Who can safely say that you’ve never experience it before can lick my…erm… toilet bowl. So my experience with depression was a rather major one that happened like 7-8 years ago. I think it was that bad that I actually have a vague collection of memories that happened within that period. And I paid a pretty hefty price too, things just didn’t work out for me and I eventually lost my friends, I lost touch with my family, I lost touch with the world. As cheesy as this may sound, I turned to alcohol for a remedy to getting by each sorrowful day. It worked, but not without messy results. It was just the most tumultuous days of my life!
I can’t remember how I actually got through it, but eventually I did and looking back at those devastating days which can be illustrated as a head-first dive from a cliff to the rocks at the bottom, or sliding down the sharp edge of a 50ft razor blade with my balls in between acting as brakes, whichever feels more painful, I was really glad the ordeal was over and that I realize I can still lead a normal life like I did before. I have to give most of the credit to God for gently steering me out of trouble, and till today I rely a lot on God to keep me in sync with His teachings as we face life’s difficult paths ahead of us.
Depression has no cure, and it may be described as contagious, that’s why your friends disappear when they hear you’re going through a bout of depression. There’s no vaccine for it, and you may still catch it after you’ve survived numerous ordeals, but we build up our immunity to it by learning how it works, what we can do to help ourselves or just try and make it worst by wallowing ourselves in self-pittance.
If anybody here requires ‘medical attention’ to this disease, you may contact me by emailing me, and I’ll do what I can to walk you through it, just as how God has done for me.

Humpback Whales

2005-07-25T21:04:00.001+08:00

This was my first trip on a whale watching expedition that lasted…well…about 5 hours. In this season, the humpback whales were migrating to warmer waters down here off the coast of Moreton Bay. Some facts I learned on that trip was that in its lifetime, the humpback actually accumulates barnacles on its bodies, so much so that the total weight of the barnacles can weigh a tonne. I’m not so sure how much a humpback weigh to start with, but I guess in comparison, it might probably be a regular person carrying a laptop’s weight (distributed mainly around the belly region). So they would normally brush themselves on the ocean floor-bed to get rid of the excess weight once in a while.
The breaching (surfacing of the whales) was just spectacular! Although I’ve only managed to capture a glimpse of a full breach where the body of the whale was almost vertical in the air and splashed on the water, it was heart-warming enough to know how marvellous God’s creations are. Breaching was meant to be a form of communication between the whales (or us) and you thought it was only whale speak like in Nemo. Most of the time on deck was actually trying to figure which direction would the whales breach. And the waters were sure rocky to make us stumble around trying to get a snapshot with one hand, as the other was holding on to the railings.
Sure was great fun.

David 'Elsewhere' Bernal @ Kollaboration

2005-07-19T16:51:00.001+08:00

I happened to bump onto a site where they featured some hilarious videos as well as dance clips and boy was I extremely impressed by this guy - David Bernal.
I was thinking I might just learn his moves but I don't think I'll get anywhere near that good in the next few years or so. Anyway, I've uploaded the clips for your convenience and you may also find out for information about the event 'Kollaboration'.

Click here or here!

Click here or here!

Escapism...My Life

2005-07-14T23:04:00.001+08:00

I love romantic movies. Romantic comedy especially with the happy ending. It allows me for a chance to escape from reality that’s not quite as predictable and not as happy as I would like them to be. Escapism. That’s what I have. I’m not sure how that affects my daily life but through and through I enjoy looking at the world in different perspective in whichever ways I possibly can. Just like when I walk along a row of shops admiring the stuff on display, when I thought how wonderful it would be to suddenly bump onto someone whom I would fall in love with and stay happily ever after. That moment of glance exchanged that expands into recognizing her deep set pair of innocent eyes, her luscious hair floating in the wind and her lips that was about to break into a smile – time immemorial. And as I walk past her, that scent of a lady, fresh and flowery can almost make me an addict for life. That’s a moment I would live to die for…escapism? Yes…and I love it…

Too beautiful to last...

2005-07-13T12:00:00.001+08:00

Me: Hello…
You: Hi… how have you been?
Me: I’m ok…what about you?
Heart: I miss your voice... and i miss you terribly...
You: Busy as usual… Thanks for waiting…
Me: That’s alright, you told me to.
Heart: I wished we were back together again...
You: I’ve decided…
Me: You only needed a month to let go?
Heart: Wow... Do you not love me? That was really fast...
You: Well how long did you want me to take? Besides I thought you had wanted to rush it.
Me: No…I was never rushing into it…
You: I took some time to come to terms with it… that it was time for both of us to move on…
Me: Yeah? (silence) Maybe we should shouldn’t we?...
Heart: But my heart still longs for you... I still think about you and us alot... Did you ever thought it might still be possible for us?
You: I thought you’ve already decided and I felt I was holding you back…
Me: Are you seeing anyone now?
Heart: You must be seeing someone now, how else did you arrive at this decision so quickly...
You: No… although there are people who are interested…
Me: (laughter) could’ve said the same for myself…
Heart: Be still... you mustn't look pathetic.
You: Oh really? How many are there?
Me: Well… those that are confirmed?… a handful probably…
Heart: Just give a vague but believable answer... I'm sure there are some...
You: Five?
Me: (laughter) I don’t think I can get into another relationship really… To me…
Heart: Because I still think about you alot... or is it because I'm still in love with you...

(Long silence)

You: To you…?
Me: (sigh) To me… …there can only be you… you were my one and only…
Heart: And no one else can ever take your place in me. You hold a special place in me... I love you...
You: Oh…

(Long silence)

You: I think the memories are always hard to let go don’t you think?
Me: …yeah…
Heart: I never want to let go of them, they will always be there for me...
You: I had hope to move on and leave these memories as memories only… because we can never make new memories can we?
Me: (sigh) I suppose… for me… even though I know I have to move on, a part of me will always be there. It’s like there will always be an affiliation… and that I will carry those wonderful memories we had with me… everywhere I go…
Heart: I'm still in love with you...

(Distant noises in background)

You: I think the last month was really a time for me to reflect. I was too sad to go out… So I guess it kinda build me up to be stronger.
Me: Let me know when we can meet up?
Heart: I wished all these had never happened... I wished he had never have to make this wrenching decision... I'm aching...
You: I don’t think I can do it this week… how about next week?
Me: I’m kinda busy myself for the whole of next week… I mean I can meet you up just for short coffee session…
You: Well… Why don’t you try and see if you could do next week… If not I suppose we’ll probably do it the week after?
Me: Alright… I’ll try
Heart: I wished I can see you sooner... because I really missed you...
You: Yeah…
Me: I’ll let you know…
You: Sure…ok…
Me: Alright I’ll talk to you again…
Heart:
You: Ok…
Me: Bye…
You: Bye…

Cheat in Exams - Lesson 2

2005-07-10T13:06:00.001+08:00

Welcome to lesson 2 of our Cheating in Exams informative resource. Again I’ll like to state that the information within is solely for informative purposes only and should not be used and/or practiced in any kind of circumstances.
This chapter explores the fine art of concealment for your cheat sheet.

Paper Notes
The optimum size for any cheat sheet must be no bigger than the top segment of your thumb. And if you’ve got a thumb the size of the mouse attached to your computer, it doesn’t mean you can have it that size either. Also I believe notes written length-wise is better than breath-wise because you can than fold them if there’s a lot in it, and slowly unfold them when you need to look. Again just keep the fold size to an optimum preferably within a single fold.

1) Sleeve
This is not uncommon and is still practiced widely as can be seen in most poker gambling movies. The reason why people use this area of concealment is because of its ease of accessibility without compromising detection. However the only problem anyone might face is how to keep it there, which could very well be your downfall as a cheater. So if you choose this method, think hard about how to keep it there while you don’t need it, yet as easily removable when you do. Light adhesive double-sided may be considered.

2) Wrist watch
A variation of the above method is to conceal it on the straps of their wrist watch. It holds them well and offers extra concealment if you’re wearing long sleeves. The advantages in this method are that it holds the note well, easily removable when needed and the level of detection is low. Again just make sure it stays there when not needed and keep a close eye on how your watch moves about as you write or flip through the exam papers.

3) Pen / Pencil
This method will depend highly on what type of pen/pencil you have that can do the job. Several ways of keeping your cheat sheet would be:
a) rolling it to fit into the pen or mechanical pencil where the ink or pencil lead is contained
b) fitting it into the end of the pencil where the lousy eraser is
c) or if you have one of those nifty free commercial pens where with every click you will see their quote/motto through a clear display, you may resort to place you formulas in those areas without compromising detection. So with every click you can easily locate the stuff you need. Just don’t be a nuisance with the clicking.
Other stationeries like rulers erasers can also do the trick. Pen/pencil casings will allow you to store more or bigger cheat sheets if needed, but as far as I know, you cannot place your casing on the table so unless you do a sleight of hand by taking the sheet out along with your essentials, you may have to skip this one.

4) Packet of tissue paper
In season when everyone’s having the sniffles. However invigilators will also be extra vigilant in times like these so be wary. Places of concealment includes under the 1st piece of tissue paper, or on the back of the packet, just use your judgement.

5) Shoe
Yes, this seems to be the safest place to hide your notes if you are paranoid. Just make sure you stuff it suitably on the side of your shoe (inward side) so you can pretend to cross your leg under the table nonchalantly and sneak your finger in to get it out when the invigilators’ not looking.

6) Wallet
This method can only be applied if you have to reach into your wallet for some form of ID right before the exam. As such, you can then pull the cheat sheet out along with your ID without looking suspicious. Where you hide your cheat sheet next depends highly on you cheating instinct.

There are a lot more places you can hide your cheat sheet, all you need is a little bit of pressure to cheat, and a good cheating instinct that will guide you to do the rest. Then again your instinct could be wrong. As such, I will also list out some of the places that I personally feel one should never hide their cheat sheets in.

NOT RECOMMENDED
Pockets – Hard to access without adjusting your sitting posture, draws too much attention
Calculators – invigilators check these and not many places you can hide your cheats
Condoms – yes this one is news, for obvious reason don’t even try
Any of your orifices – danger to self and its bloody disgusting

Alright, that’s all I can tell you for lesson 2. Remember its all about innovation, right creativity and a desire to cheat that will get you to the right places on where to hide the cheats. As the old adage goes, the most dangerous places are often the safest places. So think.

A minor car accident - A major life experience

2005-07-06T18:37:00.001+08:00

We managed to get the bumper of my car fixed after the last accident for like $175. And that doesn’t even mean a new bumper, it just means labour and skill where the guy would beat the dent out and mould it back using heating equipment and repaint it. I thought it was pretty expensive for a job like that which apparently they must’ve done it numerous times before. The job took about 6 hours before we can use it again, so we decided to spend the time at a friend’s place that’s rather near to the repair shop.
I was pretty beat coz I’ve only slept for less than 3 hours, and less than 4 hours the night before. Anyway promised my friend to fix something up for them and I set about working on it just so I wouldn’t fall asleep.
Right about 1:30pm we called the mechanic to check if we can get the car, and he said yeah. But we figured we couldn’t get there coz my friend’s car couldn’t start. So through a bit of string-pulling, we got him to drive the car to us instead which he agreed.
The car arrived as it previously was before the accident. The repair looks acceptable, and doesn’t really look like its been bumped before. So because my girlfriend was in a hurry, we decided to just get the hell out because we would have to drive the mechanic back to his workshop first before she can drive herself to work. Right as we were preparing to set off, I adjusted the passenger seat so that there’s sufficient leg room for the guy to sit behind, while my girl friend was trying to start the car while she was outside of the car. Just when you think we had repaired the car to its normal state, the car suddenly surged forward pulling me and her along with it. I didn’t know what happened, and neither did she as I recalled her shouting “What happened?!?” My first instinct was to try and stop the car with all my strength as I struggled by hold on to the car. By then I’ve already heard a bang followed by more undesirable noises of mayhem that can only mean your car’s getting wrecked. In those split seconds, I analyzed that:
1) I couldn’t stop the car by my strength alone
2) The car was heading towards my friend’s Mercedes Benz
3) I have to head into the car to pull the handbrake.
Which I did. I buried my face on the passenger seat for what seems to be eternity telling myself this can’t be happening, this must surely be a bad bad dream! Realising that my car was probably jinxed, I got up to seek explanation of what had happened. I asked my girl friend what happened and she said she just started the car when it surged forward. I asked the mechanic (who was the last person to drive it) and he said he left the clutch in meaning to say it was engaged in the 1st gear and he didn’t even pull the handbrake up. My first thought would be to shout at the top of my lungs what kinda retarded person would leave the clutch in and not even pull the handbrake??! He go on to say that he always did it like that… I calmed myself not to blame anybody and seek to see what damage it had done and what I can do about it.
Luckily the Benz was fine. The car had hit the rim and by then I had pulled the handbrake. What was serious was the pillar of the roof sheltering the cars broke and my car suffered another dent on the driver’s side door and more scratches and paint marks on the bumper and car body. To describe these is almost heart-wrenching. We just couldn’t believe this kinda thing would’ve happened, much less it had just been repaired.
Well, we sent the mechanic who doesn’t pull his handbrake back to his workshop and was still surprised he didn’t even bother to claim part of the responsibility. What he did was like a trap to the next driver. My girl friend sobbed in the car out of shock and grief. I tried my best to console her but I guess she already knew it was just downright unfortunate that it has to happen to her…again. Yes…she was the driver who wrecked the car the first time.

Cheat in Exams - Lesson 1

2005-07-05T14:15:00.001+08:00

Before I start, I’ll like to make a disclaimer here to state that the following topic is purely for educational and informative purposes only. I hold no responsibility for any actions that may be derived from reading this. Great! Now that I got my ass covered, let’s move on.
Call me evil, call me cynical and if you’re like me, call me a friend. I always like things that are freely available as I hold a firm belief that knowledge should always be free. Its so ‘mercenary’ of educational institutions to charge students for learning… but that’s another story. For now, I didn’t think anyone would do this for ‘informative’ purposes so thought I’ll divulge a bit of knowledge on what I know about it, and how they do it.
Cheating in Exams. ;)

Cheating in exams. Its not something we don’t know or don’t do… its just seems taboo to even talk about it. Some of you saints may have the privilege to say that you’ve never dwelled in that before, but hey, who’s perfect right? I’ve had my fair share in cheating during exams…it’s not just for good grades but its also entertaining and builds rapport between fellow cheaters. But cheaters should be aware of the old adage which is true: that you will only be cheating yourself in the end. So if you do cheat, erm… cheat wisely? You just don’t want blood on your hands when you’re employed by a construction firm to build a super highway that can withstand a gross weight of 200t. Now that the morals are set right, let’s explore in the realm of cheating for exams, the tricks, the tips, and the trade.

Bringing notes into exams
This seems to be one of the most used techniques which prove to be the simplest yet invariably technical. Many variations of bringing notes in were spawned as a result of trying to evade detection.

1) Notes on paper.
This is the most straightforward method. You write down what you need to know (i.e. formulas, key points, dates, any other shit that’s not worth remembering) on that piece of paper and you bring it into the exam venue. The best thing you can do about this method is to have the piece of paper really small so that it can be concealed easily and accessible at the same time. I would recommend you do this by printing in the smallest font possible since its a lot easier to read that your own scribbles. A bright company called FinePrint will help you further by printing them smaller than your font size because its primary function is to save your printing paper by printing many pages on a single sheet. So you can have a font size of 8 for your cheat sheet, and print that on an 8 page/paper option and Voila! A really small yet visibly clear cheat sheet.

2) Notes on flesh.
I wouldn’t recommend this method because of the following factors:
a) There’s only so much you can write on whichever part of your body that you can ‘see’.
b) Scribbles on your flesh will turn ugly on contact with sweat, or anything else. Then you will cry when you can’t make out if that was supposed to be P=VI or B=WL.
c) There is no way you can explain yourself if you are caught with notes on your flesh. No they won’t believe you that it’s supposed to be a talisman to make you more powerful or knowledgeable.

Making use of modern technology
By far the most advanced method in cheating and also a big potential untapped. These technologies include mobile phones, pagers, mp3 players, walkie-talkies, etc. You’ll have to thank Mr Roboto for these.

1) Mobile phone
Use your imagination when making use of this piece of hardware. It has vast capabilities if used wisely and undetected. Stealth is key. As if I should mention this, put them on ‘no sound’ mode, not even vibration as it gets eerily quiet in exams and the slightest sound draws attention. Note that it is now illegal to possess a mobile phone on you during exams so consider this risk very carefully. Usage of this item includes:
a) Partnering with a friend, or anybody who’s willing to help you out. This person must be someone you can trust and knows what he/she is doing. Otherwise you will experience heartburns, profuse sweating, bruxism, and other panic attacks. You will then have the following options of choosing to send and receive answers via SMS or for the daring via an open line.. If you have nimble fingers and can text without looking at the keys and screen, you may choose to text your buddy with the phone concealed and only take it out to view the answer when you’re sure the invigilator isn’t looking. If you choose to hold a conversation, make damn sure that you have charge you battery the night before. A 2-3 hour exam can be very draining and maybe all your battery can last on a full charge. A hands-free is highly recommended for its ease of concealment and size.
b) Most phones these days come with an in-built camera. If you can snap key stuff via a high resolution phone which can zoom, you can then use this small computer to view the breath-taking ‘pictures’ that will even put Life magazine to shame.

2) Pagers
Pagers work almost the same as mobile phones except without the capability of transmission on many pagers. Also not many people carry pagers these days so it maybe old, but workable. If your pager is non-transmittable, you will have to store key information on it the night before for reviewing on D-day. Otherwise it works the same as SMSing.

3) MP3 players
Not many people will know how to use this but pushed to the limits, you’ll be amazed at what your imagination can bring you into. Firstly get a dependable player, not some cheapo stuff that’s unreliable. It’s a good investment as you can store all your downloaded songs and other pirated stuff :P
a) If your player can record speech, you may choose to record your dissertations the night before. Important thing to remember here is to make many recordings which can be named. You don’t want to fast-forward and rewind 2hrs to find the information you need. Hence break up the information in several files so you can zoom into the stuff you need.
b) Memo function can be used to view the information you stored.

4) Walkie-Talkies
These work the same way as mobile phones but with great limitations. Distance and the fact that it’s a half-duplex (one direction at a time) transmission. I imagine the latest walkies do not have the cackles of static like its predecessors but still unless you like the idea of communicating with a friend without having the luxury of owning a phone, I wouldn’t recommend this option.

At the end of the day it all boils down to your own imagination. What I’ve listed here may only be a small percentage of the tools used in the trade. If you’re kind enough to share some tips for ‘informative’ purposes do let me know.
In my next writing, we will discuss the art of concealment for bringing the tools of cheating into the exam venues. I leave you now with these words of wisdom that is worth your contemplation: “Cheat! There is no honour in exams. For it is way better to pass by cheating as I cannot fathom the repercussions of failing without.”

Luther Vandross - My Condolences

2005-07-02T00:37:00.003+08:00

I find it extremely hard to believe that the soul of R&B music Luther Vandross has passed away at a tender age of only 54. Sigh… Life’s just too short to for anyone to know what to expect tomorrow. His songs and music remains a part of my growing up memories. Though the romantic man has put on a bit of weight in his years, his voice remains as sweet and smooth as a timeless classic in all the songs he’s sung.

He will be sorely missed, for all the contributions he has done, in more ways than one can imagine, through his music, songs, and the comfort that comes with it. Our only consolation for his untimely death is that he will be with Christ the Lord, and that he will be happy there…

Luther Vandross Website
Luther : The Life and Longing of Luther Vandross (book)

Reports

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BBC News

The New York Times

Funny Video Clips

2005-07-01T13:50:00.001+08:00

Some funny video clips i got from a friend. Check it out here.

PlaneShift - a non geographical approach to a new 3D MMORPG

2005-06-30T21:06:00.001+08:00

By chance I’ve just got to find out about a MMORPG game that’s free of charge, to play and to download. What’s more its 3D and the graphics are reasonably good. It is called PlaneShift. More information about the game can be found on their website here, and on the forum here.
Because it is still in its beta stage now, there are many features there aren’t realisable at this time. It has the essence of what any RPG game has, adopt a character, build up skills and stats, earn 'trias' (cash) and kill NPCs for items to be sold. This continual process of character building is hampered by the fact that there aren’t many NPCs to be killed nor sufficiently motivated enough to “look for trouble” in the not too big realm. The game is also currently laden with bugs throughout like shields do nothing for you in defence, or in fighting you can only have a ‘normal’ stance even though there’s four others to choose from.
Despite all the flaws currently in the game, the game is playable to a certain extent when you have too much time on hand to kill, and that the developers seem intent on rectifying the bugs and improving the features in-game. Also Linux and Mac users will be glad to know that their platforms are supported for the game. The latest client release as of today is known as Crystal Blue v0.3.010.

Professional Reflective Writing Help

2005-06-29T19:59:00.000+08:00

To me, doing a reflective writing is a lot like writing a blog. You bullshit your way through. However let me just make it clear that my blog is not entirely bullshit. There is a certain degree of genuine intellectually stimulating process that went though my logs to provide you, the reader with an entertaining point of perspective (see? That was the sort of bullshit I’m telling you about). Anyway without further a due, I would like to help students in particular on the finer points in doing a reflective writing, be it for an assignment, project or whatever Mrs Woodworm ask of:

Understand the topic of writing…minimally
You don’t have to read the entire manual or textbook to grasp what a certain topic is about. It’s a total waste of time. Because reflective writing is subjective, you can’t be faulted for your perspective on things. Just write what you know, your point of view, and use the thesaurus for bombastic terms of bullshit.

Always do the smart thing – give them what they want, and nothing more
Always check for what they want. Usually they will have some sort of requirement for the writing or journal. They may list down in point forms what needs to be addressed and/or fulfilled, what needs to be explained in your own terms, etc. It would be best if a marking sheet is given as well, that way you know what they are looking for specifically and answer to the point.

Follow the rules in writing – use visible ink Despite being a big pile of bullshit, there are still some rules to conceal that fact. Reflective writing requires your thought process, hence most sentences will contain “I think”, “I feel”, “in my opinion…” It has to start off superficially as an introduction you are going to explore. Then, induce a thought that will make your readers think twice – which you will be making your argument, statement, or what bullshit conspiracy you can come out with for a bang of their buck. That will all lie in the main body of your reflective writing.
Be sure to include statistics, facts, and other reasonable quotes that you can rely on making a point. That will get you some backing to state that its not entirely a pile of crap you’re writing.
Finally the conclusion, my favourite. This is where you will reinstate your views, and add in any moral story, fictitious hypothesis crap for a double whammy effect. Bam! Leaving your markers dazed and full of praise for your exquisite writing.

Sure hope these pointers helps out, I’ve never gotten a lower than A grade for my reflective journals. Of course you may argue that my markers are probably dumb, which is totally reasonable to believe in, still we can’t put off the power of a good pile of bullshit… look how it helped Clinton, Bush, and even South Park.

*The author will not be held responsible for a low grade in your writings despite following the above tips.

Theory of Women Fickleness: Patent Pending

2005-06-26T23:27:00.000+08:00

Ok I’m gonna generalize here. Women are fickle minded creatures. They really are. Its like God made them to have a conflicting nature as a way to remind us of how decision making really was when Eve decided to have a bite on the apple. Which goes to prove that at the end of the day, it really doesn’t matter what you said about a color that you like, or a design that suits the looks, she’s not gonna be listening to you anyway and make her own choice about what she thinks she likes. Even God can’t tell them otherwise what else a mortal human. I’m pretty confident that this theory can be accepted by some intellectual organization (which happens that the bulk of them are men) and proven hypothetically. You can be sure that Allan Pease & wife have got it all wrong (I have always had a suspicion that Allan was forced at gun point to write the phrase "Men don't Listen"). Men do listen – Men just act dumb. It saves us a lot of problems in the future which makes a lot of sense. Imagine if you are the commander of the Army. You don’t sacrifice your troops to save a single man if a Peace Treaty can be violated. You look at the bigger picture for the sake of future generations. Nevertheless we men take all the crap women throw at us. We’re labelled pigs, slobs, selfish bastards, bitches, assholes, jaskass, to name but a few. Why do we still keep so quiet after all these demeaning insults? Same reason as above. We don’t really mind being all that, in fact it only gives us an excuse to be more like that, hence we cheat. But I would like to make a point that on top of all that we do intentionally (i.e. ignoring your comments about us, not listening to your problems, not putting the seat down, not caring enough, not affectionate enough), deep down inside we are really the complete opposite. We love the women we are with, analyse what they say to us, and considers doing favours for your friends and family. Every action of intent was contemplated carefully, some may even takes weeks of planning, but ultimately we just crave the same attention that women demands. It hurts us deep down to keep the seat up knowing that we will get a reprimand later. But what would Jesus do (WWJD), we do what a man’s gotta do. We chuck our pride aside and for the grace of our women, we act stupid. But at the end of the day, it’s a lose-lose situation. Either ways we get struck down. Hence men do the awful things he does as a hint that he requires some form of attention too. Looking at other women is the most direct hint of saying that. Still women don’t get it. Instead we are denied sex. So what do we do? We turn to porn. See, for the same reasons, we crave the attention. We aren’t really looking at the naked pictures, we just act like we are.
By now if you’re a man you would already realise that the sole reason why we do the things we do are because women drives us to. But if you’re a woman reading this, you will be thinking that I’m writing nonsense and that I deserve to castrated… which if you do think of that, you would just have been another statistic to my hypothesis. So prove me wrong.

Naturist (also known as Nudist) and everything Naked

2005-06-24T23:18:00.000+08:00

Nudist. There is nothing more naked than that word. I was watching a documentary program on teenage nudists. It was filmed entirely in the UK (damn pommies!) and it talks about the lives of teenagers leading a lifestyle of ‘liberation’ and ‘all-naturalism’. These days they term themselves as ‘Naturist’. Who could have thought that living such lifestyle requires certain marketing innuendo. Nonetheless most naturists insist that their way of life is that of social liberation, and definitely not of a sexual nature……

Riiiiiiiight……

And then again perhaps they could be right. In and around the compound of the naturists’ summer lodge are mainly filled with ahem… very matured, and the horizontally-challenged people. If you’re looking for someone to test a product for cellulite reduction, orange peel skin, wrinkles and coarse lines reduction, hair removal, hair growth, skin tightening, etc. this place is like the hypermart of test subjects. You cannot not find one suitable candidate that will suit the requirements of the test. Although you may not get a refund if you’re unhappy with the ‘test subject’, the images of naked wrinkly people doing sports and barbeque are enough to convince you that they are trying their best to market themselves. Then there are the few parents who will bring their children into this lifestyle as well. I have no idea if I should laugh or cry.
As to whether their true agenda is that of a unique lifestyle or suspiciously probable cause of sexual desire or attention, we may never find out. In my opinion, I don’t see how shedding a few pieces of clothing can be so liberating. I am rather apprehensive by their reason for taking walks in the forest nude but still wearing a pair of shoes, playing games at home without the curtains drawn, which made me suspect that somehow they could be secretly craving for the moment when someone would catch them in the buff. I guess my opinion might be prejudiced in a way, but hey, who’s to blame if more than 80% of naturists are all males! I’m not into looking at other men’s dicks but I would gladly declare myself a naturist if the girls next door were too.

Neverwinter Nights...without my blanket

2005-06-24T00:13:00.000+08:00

Winter almost always sucks. I’ve never known a person who likes winter except those who lives in a tropical region and are experiencing the occasional winter season. They love it coz it’s a change from the humid heat they live in, plus if the cold gets unbearable, they know they will only be here for awhile. The only reason why I would love winter would be because I get to do winter sports like snowboarding… and perhaps also the occasional flaunt of winter wear… Boss and AX winter wear are just so suave.
Humans are just not designed to live in cold conditions. Ask the polar bears who has furs, they’ll laugh at your naked body. Luckily for us, we are one astonishing creation who can adapt to most beaten locations anywhere around the world. However there is just one setback – when we do assimilate with our cursed environment, we also have to change ourselves to suit it. If any of yall had been to any part of England, you’ll know what I mean. Compare that with the people from tropical Brazil...sure is one helluva difference.

I don't suppose there's a need for me to explain which one's which?

Dreams are my Reality

2005-06-22T00:13:00.000+08:00

I suppose most of us would have caught some famous or successful people give a talk about following your dreams, or dare to dream. They will always say: “don’t let anything stop you, just follow your dreams”. I mean, sure… of course it’s easy for you to say it coz you’re all successful now. I mean most of us in some point of our lives we have dreams, like to be a doctor, lawyer, stripper, etc. Whatever happened to the younger days dreams of being Peter Pan, or getting bitten by a radioactive spider, or stealing Ken from Barbie. Its like some point in your life you realise that all those dreams seemed to only exists as a figment of your imagination and that getting a respectable job is what will put food on the table, and gets you the girls too. No, not on the table…
So whats the deal with people telling you to follow your dreams and you don’t make it? I mean that’s the whole reality of life isn’t it? You follow your dreams it leads you nowhere you end up a bum, and you die a horrible death…yes...you'll die a virgin. What I would like to see are:
1) homeless old people telling us that following your dreams mean ending up sleeping on the streets and picking up scraps from the trash
2) mental patients teaching us how to follow our dreams
3) successful people telling us its never about dreams (coz they only exists in your sleep), its all about hard work.
I guess the crux of it is that yes, dreams does let you have a target or a goal in your life to motivate you on, but at the end of the day, it all about hands feet and brains. We can never live on dreams alone. You’ll die a horrible death…and you know what I mean.

Jesus Saves!

2005-06-21T02:36:00.000+08:00

This picture was taken on the Easter sunday when i was going to a restaurant for lunch down at Chermside. For people who has trouble making out what it is, heres a wonderful narration:
Beautiful blue skies with a flurry of puffy clouds around the edges of the back and foreground. The masterpiece being in the centre with a sky writing "JESUS". And 83 degrees bearing 157 NWW gradient 24 is a UFO.

What constitutes to the definition of cheating?

2005-06-18T23:45:00.000+08:00

Again this chapter of our discussion seemed to be readily finger-pointed at us men…or as we are so labelled – pigs. Phew…what originality in stereotyping. Now all the guys sing: "I aaaaaaaaammmmm, an innocent maaaann.... Baby yes i am...." Let’s just be objective here that men and women are equally plausible to cheat on their spouse or partner. Exactly why they do it, I don’t know, but perhaps you may find that answer on Oprah or even Jerry Springer show. What I like to know is what exactly defines “cheating”?
If say you are currently attached and several months or years later, you get to know this guy/girl at a social event or workplace (statistically the place where most affairs started). So as time goes by, you find that you really like this person other than their looks. Maybe you like him/her for their personality, character, traits all the stuff that ain’t superficial to be called Love at First Sight. As much as you consider this person could be the person of your dreams, you are currently tied up. So what do you do? Would you just chide your feelings and repress your emotions? Would you brush that thought away and continue to live in misery? Or would you just grasp the opportunity, follow your heart…and ‘cheat’?
If you love your current attachment, as well as this person now, which I believe is emotionally possible, would that be considered cheating? What then can be considered cheating? Flirting? Lying about marital status? Or has it got to be sex?
The dilemma in this situation is that you can never quite walk away without at least one person getting hurt. Love indeed is a horribly wonderful thing – a double edged sword. Men would wish that they can marry both and lead a polygamous life. Women just wish they can still shop for shoes regardless. But the reality of it is polygamy (or even polyandry) is viewed as socially unacceptable despite being practiced traditionally in some countries. Although it seems to be widely popularised in the ancient days as even David and Soloman from the Bible were mentioned to be polygamous, in the eyes of God it just doesn’t seem to be ideal, just tolerated.
Yeah I know this sucks, but I guess that’s the whole reality of life, a prank on your heart if you will. As I myself will admit, I have too much love to give. A die-hard romantic with a passion to fall in love, stay in love, and make lotsa love. And in many circumstances the emotions just seemed too strong to be ignored, and controlled. But I will never ever condone the actions of ‘cheating’ on your partners feelings…then again, it depends on your definition of what ‘cheating’ really is.

For the women who had suffered the ordeal of cheating spouses, cheating lovers, never been kissed, you may find consolation here.
The men have no need for consolation. We either make it or break it.

Triumph the insult dog: Interview on MJ trial

2005-06-17T22:31:00.001+08:00

So i learned the previous post about the piss at Star Wars fans was actually a footage taken from a late night NBC show with Conan O'Brien. Here's another one of his hilariously demeaning interviews on the trial of MJ. Click here.

For more info on Triumph the insult dog, here's the webpage.

PS: NBC has been known to bring down sites that featured this prized pedigree. So if if the link doesnt work, blame NBC.

36DD breasts implants for men

2005-06-17T15:22:00.001+08:00

Women complain the reason why they would resort to cosmetic surgery is because of men. They go for larger bosoms because their men liked them to, or their men simply can’t stop ogling at others. They go for lipo because their men can’t stop looking at them in dismay shaking their head goin ‘tsk tsk’…or inevitably calling them fat cows. Personally I think women likes to push all the inadequacies of this world to men.
As if plastic surgery wasn’t fitting enough, cosmetic surgery is the giveaway sign to say that yes, it may be fake, unnatural, but we’re just trying to make you look and feel good. Because the world is a heartless place to live in, when you don’t look good, you feel insecure, and when you’re insecure, you don’t feel confident, and when that happens, low self-esteem kicks in and depression and every other maniacal horrible feeling you’ve ever felt since you were punched, kicked and laughed at in your primary school days reminds you of what a waste of life you are. And then your mum buys you a cone of ice-cream and you were reborn.
Even if it takes tonnes of plastic, silicon and other seemingly harmless waste by-product to be surgically implanted, attached and/or removed. Women just wanna look good. It’s quite a straightforward thing:
The integral of women, within the limits of zero to infinity, with respect to life = the sum of cosine of beauty squared plus the inverse of insignificant natural log of impurity.
I advocate women to look good…always…but naturally. Not with the help of plastic and going under the knife. Cosmetic are fine, do what you want to paint your face or use any product that cleanses it, but when it comes to botox Hell NO! Even though I may not understand how it may have felt for someone to suffer the insecurities associated with looking ugly, fat or just wasted, I’ve always been one to know that beauty doesn’t last forever. We grow old and we die. This guy may have a beautiful wife, but does she have a beautiful heart? Without a heart, no matter how beautiful a person may look, he/she will always be that insecure, depressive ugly person she’s always been. It’s a tried and tested thing. If you’ve ever been to a café, see how nice and warm a smile from the waitress can be when she hands the mocha to you. Live strong – Live naturally.

Blood Sugar Magik Tricks

2005-06-15T23:30:00.000+08:00

There was this girl that really digs on me. She’s all clingy and touchy and you feel like she’s kinda like a spider monkey with her arms all over ya. Not that I resent it, but as in this case it seems like I don’t really have any feelings for her. So every time when she comes over to literally stick-on to me, I would simply give her the cold shoulders. So this happens many times until one day, she realise that what she’s doing are all in vain, that I simply can make myself love her.
So one day as I was around my neighbourhood, I saw her standing outside a video store watching a movie, and she was tearing. I felt really bad for rejecting her advances when I saw her like that, but there was nothing I can do about it…so I walked away. Subsequently, I met her up on a bridge and we said hi. Despite me being cold towards her, she was still very sweet to me and nice about it. We talked for awhile when she said she needed to visit the ladies and she left her bag on a bench and told me to look after it. It was then that I felt she might be taking the opportunity to make me rethink my feelings for her. So I decided to play tough and just “look after” the bag without me touching it.
Suddenly there was this old haggard looking man probably in his 50s who came over to the benching smiling. He was eyeing the handbag she left on the bench. Realising that he may steal the bag and make a run for it, I said: “Hey, you think if you were gonna steal that bag, that I can’t chase you down old man?” His smile washed off almost immediately and begins to walk away. And I was thinking to myself ‘Damn...What am I crazy? Why am I talking like that?’ in another minute, another man spotted the lonely handbag and eyes it like a predator would a prey. I was thinking…shit…not another one. But this guy was younger, and he look meaner…probably in his late 30s has the mean tatts all over. And he glanced at me to check if I was watching the bag…so I said the same thing: “You think if you were to grab that bag and run that you can beat me to it? I can run faster than you old man…” he smiled…and then there was this time expansion where everything slows down as I watched his hand reach for the bag. My eyes grew larger as I was anticipating his every move. Just when he held the bag, I yelled to grab everybody’s attention. “Oiiiii!!! Oiiiii!!!”……
Bloody hell I was shouting in my dream and it was weird… it didn’t really sounded like an “oi” but more like a “ahhh” sound… you realise how difficult it is to move or talk or shout when you’re caught in a dream. You feel absolutely helpless and the dreams seem to react on it. Like if you were trying to fend of attackers you realise you can't move your arms… strange… I guess that’s why they made Nightmare on Elm St and Matrix. Ever punched anyone in you sleep?

A Piss at Star Wars Fans

2005-06-13T23:41:00.001+08:00

Here's a link i found that takes a crackshot on Star Wars fans during the opening premiere of Episode 3: Revenge of the Nerds...i mean Sith.

To Fantaghiro...my Love

2005-06-12T15:05:00.000+08:00

I asked one day if she was cheating on me... if she has another guy. She denied...
I wanted so much for her to just tell me... ‘Yes’...the truth. To tell me that she is seeing another man...because then I would be able to find that I may still accept her back.I understand the concept that we aren’t perfect... we're fallen creatures after all...We have desires... temptations... and most of all... a fleeting heart… and I wanted her to tell me, yes... she did it... and she was sorry for it...but she didn’t.
I was still clinging on to the hope that she will, for I was able to forgive, as I so did deny myself before and I asked again...and again she said no...The third time I asked the same question....as if to say.... "Please tell me the truth... I beg you to...." But just like the stone that sits amongst the rocks... our hopes were there, but differently aligned....hers was perhaps the hope that I was merely testing her... whilst mine was a futile hope of desperation. So again she denied.
I was certain now that she is not the one for me...and slowly I revealed to her of the man I heard, the man that bought her gifts, the man she leaves messages to, and the man that kisses her and says he loves her and she kept silent for a long while...and said... gently....
“....so you knew about this all along....”
With the breath that was taken from me as I listen to her every pronoun... I stumbled to say...
“I knew about this... for a long time now....”
So she began to tell me of this man, who is married, have kids, rich... and charming. And she went on to say that he was as charming as me... and it was what swept her away from me. She drifted away from me thinking he can provide what I lacked...Money, the luxury, stability, and perhaps power...she was right...although I was rich in love... and giving love and not expecting it in return... I was penniless in security, of providing her with the material wealth that she craves... I was....devastated...I couldn’t understand why the women of these days are driven by the possessions they can’t keep for life... I couldn’t understand why they were driven to think that it is something that they need in order to survive. I’ve always been the fool to think that love...will keep us alive....I was so fucking stupid....
I guess I still am....I’m foolish....and have always been... I love... only to love in return...but love was like a gust of wind... that stays only to caress you soul... which leaves u wanting for more... but like the wind that has always been... it never stays...I believe if love was meant to be... it could be.... I love fairy tales... just like you. I love to be in this world where what we do last only as much as to what we believe to be. We find love, stay in love... and we end there... never having to experience the pain of hurting each other, the madness of the material possession that many live to die for, never having to experience what growing old feels like... I give all that up, knowing I can love someone for that tiny moment... in just a flash... but an expansion in time of our feelings for each other... knowing that it is just what we need... it is what we seek... it was what we feed. I give everything up because I want to stay in love forever, an eternity that spans in my time sphere...of a make belief, a fantasy I created... a living epitome of what I believe love should be...endless... timeless... everlasting...almighty....
I crave the love and affection of a true love as I crave the very seed that makes us walk on this cursed land... I would love to make everything new... for just one chance...
If I can live that life... of another dimension... another galaxy... another world... where love was pure, sacred... and most importantly... needed...
I need love like the wind needs to breeze... through the valleys and hills and plains and mountains that God created... the sea, the beaches and the ocean... the forest the jungle the greens... and the rain, the thunder and the lightning...but just like the wind as it is... Love... is only a four letter word... take one away and you're left with three... further subtract and you're left with two... the last one standing is the letter 'E'...
It wasn’t Eternity as I want to believe...
It was the End... the end of a fantasy a boy once had... the end of a dream, that can never...surpass reality...

L'arc-en-ciel

2005-06-11T02:13:00.000+08:00

The power of love. I felt envious looking at some loving couples caring for each other. Which always reminds me of how falling in love felt like. Its such a powerful feeling you feel like you’ve just entered the cheat code for invincibility for your life. And then I felt miserable. My heart was just aching to tell her how much I miss her, and that I would love to start something with her. Her life seems to be surrounded by many people right now. In the love department, she seems to not lack any suitors.
I know this feeling…its just reminiscent of how the fluttering of your heart feels when you see that someone. That hard-to-swallow saliva feeling, and a wispy air in your head. Dammit…this is love. I can’t tell her I love her. She’s been hurt once too many times, but… I would just like to make it up to her by giving her something she’s always dreamed about, that fantasy of an everlasting love, selfless and undying. I wanna show her the romance she’s missed out and how deep love can go. I want to give her hope, that love is real between us… no… I can’t… I’ll only be cheating on her by saying I love her. I’ll only be shredding her emotions by caring for her. I’ll only be hurting her when she loves me… but why?
She’s running in my head. Visions of her are everywhere in everything I do. I can’t seem to concentrate. I want so much to tell her I love her to end this uneasy cold sweating emotionally driving me insane feeling. But just like it is, I’m addicted to love. I love this feeling nonetheless. It reminds me of how strong an emotion can be. It gives me the strength to face each day knowing that I get to talk to her. It gives me the courage to do the silly things I love to do. It reminds me of how powerful love can be.

Idiota

2005-06-10T21:34:00.000+08:00

It is awfully funny to see someone embarrass him/her –self. This is the experience I had when we were at this club party. Not everybody knew each other there, as there were probably 200+ over people at this party. Although I kinda hate the music the DJ was playing, I had no choice but to go with the flow as I was so looking forward to dance since. So everybody knows what alcohol can do to you – yes, they slow your thinking ability, make you say dumb stuff you wouldn’t normally say, and act silly nonetheless. As always when I club, I don’t normally drink (anyhow, I don’t like drinking either), but this time I had 2 bottles of some Swedish beer. My (about to make himself look stupid) friend had about 5. In between, we were dancing and I was dancing like a wild coyote on the front stage and I’ve always liked the attention, while he was on the floor dancing with our group of friends. Ok partially I do like to show off how well my dancing ability was…which I’ve always used to represent my virility. Man can I tell you how many people came up to me and give me the thumbs up, and compliments. Actually those people were mainly guys…. Crap… the girls only gave me the looks. I’m not sure if they were the kind that says ‘this guy is mad’, or ‘this guy is hot’, or ‘this guy is so screwing himself silly’. Subsequently what was about to happen was even more amazing. I was picked to compete in this best dressed male thingy! However my friend got picked too. I’ve always thought the reason why he got picked was because then he was just right next to me, and I think the person who picked me felt kinda sorry for him, so they said if he wanna join as well. He was more than happy.
Ok so when the competition starts, I was thinking, ‘I got this! This is done!’ until I realise that the judges were none other than the audience, and they judged according to the sound of applause. That’s not very fair… I haven’t got enough friends here to cheer for me and some of this buggles were dressed like they were going to the supermarket and had more friends to sabotage them into winning. Shit. So as you can guess, I didn’t win the competition. The supermarket guy won. But this is where the embarrassment came about. The competitors were to dance while the DJ plays a music, I wasn’t afraid. My friend was… he was drunk. When it was his turn to dance, he tried his best to look cool dancing onto the stage, and when he realised he couldn’t dance (seriously he look like B1/B2 the banana dancing), he tried to grab a girl audience to dance with him! The girls were like “no! no! no!”, and he was like “Come! Come! Quickly!” And many girls tried to avoid him as he reached for a hand. When he finally did grab hold of one, the girl was like struggling to say no but he yanked her so hard she had no choice but to give in…everyone was like OMG….. So again he tried his best impersonation of B1/B2 while the traumatised girl tried her best to conceal her tears. Shake your head in disbelief people, I did.
So after we left the party, when he was more sober, I said: “Did you know what you did back there?” And he was like: “yes…don’t tell me…” but he carried on to say that at that point in time, he didn’t really know why he did it…
…I’ll buy that for a dollar…

Mathematical Life Complexity

2005-06-09T17:17:00.000+08:00

This sucks. I’m useless. I felt absolutely useless when I couldn’t help the person I love when I heard about all the shit she’s been through and have been going through still. Don’t you just wish you can make passionate love, kiss someone you see and fall in love for the first time you met? Why can’t we do that?
It breaks my heart to hear that she’s hook herself up with a guy who has a fiancée and still continues to see him ever so often. It breaks my heart more knowing that she knows she was being made used of, and yet she does the same to him. Perhaps she just wishes to be made use, as she yearns for his company and entertainment, solely for the sheer joy of companionship.
Love – there is no definition for it. It’s complicated as it is. We love to love, and hate to love. My love life is complex. It has an imaginary part, and a real part.

Society reeks
of conformity permits
my heart was thumping like a surgical kit
i wipe the spits while my finger quips
of telling her how familiarity breeds
of contempt complacency and reality
pushing thru formality hostility
you wanna be a celebrity
my heart was broken when more adoration
was necessary to capture this guys attention
it kills my passion for that imagination
if my premonition lacks orchestration
i feel for her the things that she prefers
on a 22 i would have hit the per
so heres my tribute for the person i love
you are more than that you are higher above
if there was then this other dimension
i would love you more with an exclamation

Carpe Diem

2005-06-08T00:40:00.000+08:00

One of my all-time favourite movie has always been ‘Dead Poets Society’ starring Robin Williams as an English professor in a boys college, who does things a lil’ differently than the norm. I feel the reason why I like it a lot was because I see myself as a person who likes to do things differently. Always the rebel at heart, I like to go against the grains of what society sees as the standards, and create standards myself. I hate to be fused with the common people who are afraid to stand up for what they believe just because society views it as unacceptable. That conformity is what we live our lives for? With that, I leave yall to these couple of excerpts from the film… Seize the day…
“We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.”
“They're not that different from you, are they? Same haircuts. Full of hormones, just like you. Invincible, just like you feel. The world is their oyster. They believe they're destined for great things, just like many of you, their eyes are full of hope, just like you. Did they wait until it was too late to make from their lives even one iota of what they were capable? Because, you see gentlemen, these boys are now fertilizing daffodils. But if you listen real close, you can hear them whisper their legacy to you. Go on, lean in. Listen, you hear it? --- Carpe --- hear it? --- Carpe, carpe diem, seize the day boys, make your lives extraordinary."
“"I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life. To put to rout all that was not life, and not when I had come to die, discover that I had not lived."

The parable of the Carrot, Egg and Coffee bean

2005-06-06T22:42:00.000+08:00

I’ve just been reminded of how people change in times of adversity. I was reminded of how a story I read long before, and told several times to my friends, was forgotten in me. It tells of how these three items, supposedly representing the types of people changing and reacting in times of adversity, as in this case boiling water. These items are a carrot, an egg, and a coffee bean. The carrot went in hard and strong, but came out soft and weak. The egg which had a shell to protect it went in with its soft content. It came out looking the same, but was hardened by the heat. The coffee dissolved in the water and gave out an aroma. The crux of the story relates to how many people were like these items. The carrot was like a strong-willed person who went into a challenge hard, but came out soft and weakened by what they faced. The egg was like another type of person who was all soft and nice on the inside, but through adversity, was hardened by what they experienced. But then there are some who are like the coffee bean. Instead of trying to change oneself, it influences the others through its character, integrity, personality and morals and allows others to look up to them, as role models, just like how the coffee retains its flavour and aroma.
I may not be the best moral educator or even story teller here, you guys may Google it to find a better or different interpretation than mine, but just like the coffee, the principles of life are there. So be like the coffee, which everyone loves, is popular and always get mixed with the sweet things in life. Starbucks can’t be wrong about it.

23.7μs before crash

2005-06-06T19:08:00.000+08:00

I just met up with an accident today. The car we were in crashed with a taxi at an intersection. I felt unlucky yet lucky at the same time. I wasn’t driving the car at that time, but the driver (name withheld) was in a hurry since she was late for work.
It all started the day before when a friend of mine’s car had broken down. We didn’t get to tow his car until today afternoon. By then, we were already running late. So she was more concerned about getting there on time, than sticking to the speed limit or safety precautions. We reached the intersection when she started turning right when the light was green. However she didn’t realise that the green also represented that cars from the opposite direction had the right of way to go straight first. So by the time she crossed the road divider mark, I was staring at an oncoming car coming fast at my direction. As much as everything seemed to have happened quickly, it also seemed to have a time expansion from my perspective. In those split seconds, several thoughts crossed my mind:
1) I saw the light was green as well as the cars on the opposite direction.
2) I wanted to stop her from moving forward when I realised that she had already crossed the divider.
3) I saw the cab was coming rather fast towards me.
4) I saw his expression when he jammed his brakes to a halt.
5) I thought it was gonna hit me and that my legs would be caught.
Amazingly, this being my first experience in a car accident I was rather calm and composed. I asked if everyone in the car was alrite and stepped out immediately to check on the cab driver. At that point I thought I was gonna get whacked by him and I was prepared to have a defensive stance against him. Luckily that didn’t happen and I hadn’t had to use my crouching tiger hidden dragon moves on him. He replied that he was fine in a rather harsh tone, which I can understandably relate to being pissed and traumatised.
We exchanged particulars and hope the damage to the wallet will not be as much as the damage to our emotions.
Everyone seemed to claim a part of the responsibility for the accident. For the driver, it was because she was at the wheel, and wasn’t aware of the impending danger as she raced against time. For my other friend in the car, it was because had we not helped him with his car, and it was just plain running late with the towing service. For me, it was coz I didn’t warn her about the impending danger, even though I saw it coming. At the end of the day, we were all pretty uneasy yet amicably understanding of each other. We didn’t push blames nor shout and nag about the incident. We just thought about how to best settle the problem at hand and the repair of the car later. I felt unlucky coz of the accident, which I thought shouldn’t have happened, yet felt lucky that the damage to both cars were amazingly less than expected of such accidents. I also felt extremely lucky that if the car had gone any further, and the cab driver had not braked in time, I might have had injuries to myself, which I cannot guarantee I may walk out alive. Although I felt I was always ready to give up my life to God, I also thank God He didn’t have to make me suffer for it. Its times like these that makes you think what blessings you have in life, and cherish them before its too late.

Puppy Love

2005-06-05T18:33:00.000+08:00

Wendy Matthews Lyrics

You know how many people say that the first love is always the best love? I've always felt that there's not much truth in it till I experienced it myself. Ok, maybe I’m a lil' flirtatious and it’s good to know I’m still charming, but I was just chatting with my ex, when I felt so much within our conversation. It was like an old flame ignited (no pun intended) and it made me consider my options (ahhh...it sucks when you have choices). Anyway, we got along really well, and it was as if we've never missed a conversation in the last 12 years. Yep, that was how long we lost contact and MIA from. It wasn't until recently when I was just looking up for some old friends on the Friendster page that I located her. Still I was alil hesitant about establishing contact with her again since I thought she hated my guts for breaking her heart. It’s true, I think she would've killed me if we were in Sin City.
That has always been an enigma for her - "Why did I break up with her". I really had no idea, I’m not kidding, I really don't know. But after we talked about it for sometime, she suggested it could be because we were young then and didn’t know how to handle the fame, popularity, and love. It struck my heart like a syringe into my gums. She was right. I didn’t know how to handle it. Love, it was such a complex complication that even till this age, or even for this era, it affects everyone with its perpetual perplexity of mixed emotions streaming, aching, sinking from the heart. The heart, having a mind of its own speaks for what we feel, what we like, and what’s ideal. She had the impression that I broke up with her for another girl, which was totally not the case. It was great when we clarified about this, and she was, in fact, relieved.
Just a little background on how we started, ran and ended our relationship, if my memory serves me right: I started writing letters, ok fine, love letters to her professing my interest in her, mind you I was quite the romantic, captivating her with my love poems. As it progresses, we exchanged love letters...ahem...erm... through friends. We were really really shy we couldn't see each other. It was just a glance at a time, coz our faces would flush with embarrassment if we look at each other longer than that. So that was how we had our relationship. Through love letters. Subsequently I can't remember how I got her number, and we started to talk on the phone, still that didn’t make us any less shy on bumping into each other. Everyday she would board a bus home, and I would be there at the bus stop looking nonchalant. And as soon as the bus starts moving with her in it, I would turn and wave goodbye just in time to see her wave back to me with a smile. That was cheesy, but sweet. Kinda like what I’m eating now - honey barbeque cashews. It ended one day when I think I didn’t 'see her off at the bus stop'. As simple as it came, as easy it ended. Guilt is still written all over my soul as I recall the series of unfortunate events that precedes our presence of being in the same school.
She turns out to be quite the role model for me. Doing voluntary work, working in a missions organisation, studying theology... it was something I like to do myself, and see someone I love in it. But I guess God wouldn’t allow that to happen coz he knows I’m just too sinister in leaving a trail of broken hearts behind. I'm glad she's single now, her husband-to-be ditched her coz he lost his balls. I felt so sad for her to hear how all her boyfriends have cheated her (I know what you're thinking, no, I’m not one of them), but at the same time, disturbingly happy that she’s single.
I bet our relationship could've lasted if I had been able to handle such emotions then. I bet she would've been happier if we were still together, or I’ve chosen a later time to break up with her. I bet she’s leading a happier life now that she’s liberated of how love can hurt. I bet she didn’t know the day we broke off, I was crying over her.

Vanitas vanitatum et omnia vanitas

2005-06-03T23:51:00.000+08:00

I can't really say i'm proud of anything even though i've learned to fly, dive, skydive, until when it struck me that the simplest of things that i do, i was happy and can proudly say not many can do it. I cut my own hair. Yes i do. I use an electric hair trimmer and use the different shaving combs to acheive a consistent barber-cut look. Its so good my friends can't believe it when i told them i cut my own hair. It does take alotta trips to the barber to gain some experience on how they manoeuvre around your head. I don't need a mirror to help me see what i do to the hair on the back of my head. I'm at that level where i can do without and get the results i want. I wouldn't say its simple, i guess i just do it so often that i make it look simple. In fact, i try to stick to a schedule of a trim every 2 weeks since my hair seems to be especially eager to grow at an astounding rate.
Well there you have it. My proudest moment. Ridiculously mundane, yet exceptionally fulfilling.

Libido City

2005-06-03T02:15:00.000+08:00

I'm in the prime of my age and i can feel my libido is at its peak. No i do not hump anything that looks attractive to me, neither do i look horny anytime of the day. Its just that i can feel that there is a strong urge in me to do it...well...everyday. And if that wasn't possible... the temptation is always there to go solo. Anyways, i feel great about myself and what i'm capable of doing (hehehe).
Sexual fantasy seems to take on as a normal kinda dreamy sexual gratification of "I wish" or "what if". For men (and i don't speak for all men but men in general) it would be as simple as sleeping with whoevers the latest news on the E! circle or simply doing it with what limit of multiplication one can do in math, square that, being the number of girls. Ultimately, men don't mind ugly looking girls to do it with, they just need a couple of drinks, and/or a paper bag. Women on the other hand has fantasies that men tend to dislike and would only go along just so they can sleep with them. These includes a warm bath filled with rose petals, hours of neck kissing, hours of massage, trash-talking, and even role-playing. The first few i can do, but role playing is certainly not my cuppa tea. It just feels strange to be somebody i'm not, more so when im about to have sex with my girlfriend. I mean i know its kinda kinky and all to play doctor, but to me its just wierd coz it makes me feel like im so unprofessional, i mean i'm a doctor right?? And doctors aint' supposed to be screwing around their patients telling them what has to be done to treat the patient. Anyhows it just doesnt work for me, but if it turns the other way around, it seems like a different thing. I like my girlfriend to play nurse or whatever has some biological associations that i can get an excuse to 'check' my body. Even if she doesn't put up a good show acting, it still works like magic seeing how she tries desperately to get in my pants. If you do take up my opinion to persuade your girlfriend to be a nurse, just make sure she doesn't use a syringe as one of the props.

FATAL ERROR 17 on MPI node 9 (gm_id 148): the GM port on MPI node 0 (gm_id

2005-06-02T19:44:00.000+08:00

Have you ever thought how you are writing happily on your blog which is like 1000 over words when you encounter a problem such as your Blog page closed for reasons unknown, or your computer just crashed, or the electricity in your apartment were cut-off? Nice thought eh?

Moonlighting on DVDs!

2005-06-01T01:54:00.000+08:00

I am extremely excited by the fact that Moonlighting has finally been released on DVDs. The steps into getting it released on DVDs has not be easy, and i'm sure alotta effort has been put into it to make it possible. I'm pleased that being a supporter on the DVD campaign has certainly paid off after all the writings to the respective people.
Moonlighting is an 80's TV series about an ex-model Maddie Hayes(played by Cybill Sheperd) whose savings and investments were cheated save for a Detective Agency, run by David Addison (played by Bruce Willis), as she decides to take the reins of the company, along with a series of romance, comedy and excitement through the show.
I didnt think most people would have heard of this show, and neither did i, till late one night (and i mean really late) when i was just taking a break from my work, turned on the telly just to relax. And as i channel surfed, i was surprised to see Bruce and Cybill in their younger days, and as the show went on, i was even more surprised at how well the show was written and acted. There was just this chemistry that went on in the show, even viewers can feel it. My writings here are really doing injustice to the show, you have to watch it to believe it. There is really nothing quite like it, than a good ole 80's show.
Oh and by the way, it ain't in black & white if you were wondering.

The Fight for Human Race / Race - The Fight for Human (Part IV)

2005-05-28T14:28:00.000+08:00

The Longman dictionary describes race as:
1) any of the main groups into which human beings can be divided according to their physical type i.e. black/white/brown races.
2) a group of people with the same history, language, customs, etc
I wouldn't wanna go into any sorta religious or scientific debate but someone did make us the way we are, what we are. It is easy for us to see what's so different between a person who's dark colored and a person who's white, or the funny yellow guy next door, or the brown guy who smells of curry, or what other color have i missed? It is easy for us to identify ourselves with people who are like us, more so especially when they look like us...in the same color. It is extremely easy for us to fall in love with a white guy on screen than the yellow guy sidekick.
But what people don't realise through this shallow fallacy is that deep down, we are really the same. Cut me and i bleed the same blood as you, red. Just coz i have a different colored hair doesn't mean we have a different colored brain tissue, grey. Visit a dentist and i have the same colored teeth as you, white... erm with the exception of the British, but you get my point.
I think most people can't live in harmony with the people of another race simply because they don't understand each other well enough. When cultures clash, one can expect mayhem, difficulty in reasoning, and unfamiliarity. As many people may already have experienced it: We fear, what we do not understand. With that, racism may be sparked off because we dislike a person's social behaviour, habit, opinion, smell even.
Skin color should never be used as an excuse to breed contempt. We are all made the same, eyes, ears, nose, hands and feet, but it is easy to see, how color alone can breed so much prejudice in people, simply because its the only difference anybody can spot and be used as an excuse.

The Fight for Human Race / Race - The Fight for Human (Part III)

2005-05-25T16:30:00.000+08:00

Most of us have heard the song by Julian Lennon titled: "Saltwater". It depicts how we through the evolution of science & technology can make marvels that we thought seemed impossible just yesterday, but all the science and technology can't seem to help the poverty and hunger many face around the world, or how deforestation is killing nature, and thinning the ozone layer - in brief, we're killing Earth. This reminds me of what Agent Smith (Matrix) said: that we humans are like a plague, we scavenge for all the resources we can find, and move on to the next.
Although in recent years conservationists and many other eco-friendly organisations have tried to recuperate what losses we had, Science & Technology just doesnt seem to revolutionise this area of concern. Why? I believe its mainly because of the money. Its a neglect for future foresight for returns which are material pertinent to our lives expectancy. What is deemed as profitable now will generate income for me to live my life as is now. If it takes me to pollute the environment, which I know in a century will make the skies black, its not my problem coz i won't be around to see it, so it doesnt concern me. I think thats the mentality most people have around the world. I have a friend who works as an architect. She was posted to China, where business was unscrupulous. They will take every opportunity to cut down on materials used so as to cut costs - and that includes using less cement / sand to water mix. This ultimately will leave the building structurally unsound and may lead to cracks, leaks, peels, and collapse. My friend quit her job there.
I feel every living person should think for a moment what they do now, will have an impact on the future generation of ours, that we may think we are parting off with a legacy we build up for our children, when all we do are decaying what we think we built. Money or power means nohing, if we can't even take care of out most basic need: survival, which many people degrade it to a dog-eat-dog world of money equates to survival.

Passion of Flies

2005-05-20T00:10:00.000+08:00

Do you remember a time when you used to have some sorta collection like: stamps, coins, toys, badges, stickers or any kinda shit that looks cool to collect. Well my childhood started of just like that. I collect all kinds of shit I can get my hands on. I was like this little kid who wants to be that banker and the person who owns the most properties on a monopoly game, or those time when we played toy soldiers and when my soldiers were nearly wiped out, I would throw in reinforcements from the time I begged my mother to buy them for me. Damm… I can imagine myself being such an irritating kid! At least I had my childhood. So I remember the times when I would play toys with the other kids of my Dad’s friends. They always seem to have better toys than me, and I was like this kid with all the toys the commies left me with – they were all outdated. Who plays mini toy soldiers when they have Mask, who plays wind-up toy cars when they have micro-machines! I was devastated… so like the kid who made his own rules, I stole their toys (muahahahaha!!!) It wasn’t long until a call was received to tell my parents that the toys were in my wrongful hands. Bloody hell. Still those were the days of my life, and I still think about them ever so often…
My girlfriend collects papers. Ever heard of that? Yeah give her any kind of paper and she collects them – notepad paper, printing paper, tissue paper, wet tissue paper, cardboard paper, toilet paper, etc. She’s mad. Toilet paper?! Who collects toilet paper?? It just plain ridiculous to me. Yes we do use them but do you really need 10 packs of 8 rolls of toilet paper in the house?? Forget it that was rhetorical I already know the answer. You think if there some sorta a crisis like a war, you think that toilet papers gonna save us?? What do we do with it? We can’t eat it. We don’t have that much shit when its wartime. We can’t bungee jump with it. We can’t even build a shelter with it. So what’s with all the toilet paper in my house?!! Sigh… life just can’t seem to get any weirder for me…

Bruxism

2005-05-11T23:20:00.000+08:00

Until recently did i discover that i suffer from teeth grinding in my sleep. The scientific name for such disorder is Bruxism. I believe i have never had such a problem until now, and it is definitely getting to me. The sound of grinding my teeth can sometimes even wake myself up! So you can imagine the amount of force impacted on your teeth and jaws. It sounds really awful like 10 fingernails scratched against the chalk board -- eeeew! And then i'll wake up to a sore jaw and feel like shit. Anyway, been trying to look for some form of remedy. The most likely cause for 'this' is supposedly stress. But my line of work doesnt really give me alotta time to destress, so its really a Hobson's choice of getting a mouth-guard. I can imagine how difficult it would be to sleep with something foreign in your mouth, as i've experienced that when i had braces years ago. And then it makes me wonder how soon it'll be before i wear down my teeth to down to my gumlines... just gives me the shiver! Crap....

Not my teeth...

Does God have a sense of humour?

2005-05-11T00:50:00.000+08:00

I was watching a comedy fest thingy, where 3 stand-up comedians were debating another 3 on this topic. Naturally the team that propose 'No' won, and as one of the them (Arj Barker) puts it:"Since we made so many jokes on God, He might probably be angry and let the opposition win, and if He indeed let them win, it just goes to prove that He can't take a joke, and henceforth, doesn't have a sense of humour... so we still win the case!"
The fact that they could have made so many references to God (whether biblical or not), just made me thought of 1 thing... To me, its simply ironic. Why do God make gay people, one of the nicest group of people and community than His normal straight average people? I don't have many gay friends, in fact, i don't think i have any now (so now you know i'm straight), but i love gay people. They just give me the impression of a caring, loving and happy bunch of people. Perhaps i could be wrong, as you can point out that i don't have any gay friends to start off with, but i do mix around with gay people occasionally on a social event. But my point is this, even though it is considered immoral to be gay, and i for one would not encourage it, why the irony of creating someone, so nice and charming( for a guy) to be a person whom we cannot accept on a religious ground? Didnt God knew them before they were born?? Wasn't it God's intention to design him/her the way they were??
Many may argue that to be homosexual, is a mental disorder, a traumatic sexual encounter, or simply a will of choice, hence it wasn't in God's intention at all. I seriously can't be sure of that. But what i can say is this: they do the things we do, but love more than we do. I don't think they practice some sorta perverse sex acts, but what im sure of is their love for their partners, are definitely more profound than the love we share with the opposite sex.