Sandaralicious posted something about a new man in her life. She showed a picture of a lovely dog, whose head was resting on her legs. As usual, the thing that popped into my mind, unfortunately was neither babes nor nookie, was food.
So i was like, if i was given the chance, should i eat the legs or should i eat the dog? Decidely undecided, i gave the thoughts a miss since the dog is more likely to eat me than me eating anything in that picture.
And then it occured to me that i probably couldn't eat my own thighs if i wanted to. So i tried to give my thigh a bite and failed horribly. The best i could do was to bite my own knees...
Which probably isn't nice to eat, since my knees are older than me. Probably a little tough to chew on. And then i was thinking, how much of me could i eat, before there is enough of me to stay alive. Like a snake swallowing its own tail, how far could it go before there's not enough snake to continue swallowing. Mind boggling huh?
Hmm, i think i'm dangerous to myself...
Oh... if any of you did try to reach your own thigh with your teeth after reading, do let me know. Coz i think it sounds funny.
Thursday, June 30, 2005
Wednesday, June 29, 2005
Anonymity, the reason behind
Why is it that when people put negative comments they're likely to choose to be anonymous? Especially so if they are not trying to be objective and just want to flame the subject to get a burden off their chest. Guided by anger.
These angry people lose sight of their objective, and instead of providing constructive criticism, performs brainless bashing. Sometimes, the comments degenerate into little more than, "She's a bitch.". Name calling.
At times the bashing becomes extremely vile and simply petty. Anonymity then turns from a neccesity to protect the privacy of oneself into a mask one hides behind to make demeaning comments.
In short, the commentator him/herslf does feel a certain amount of shame in the words he/she says and does not wish to be associated with villiany of the sprouted buzz. Sad.
These angry people lose sight of their objective, and instead of providing constructive criticism, performs brainless bashing. Sometimes, the comments degenerate into little more than, "She's a bitch.". Name calling.
At times the bashing becomes extremely vile and simply petty. Anonymity then turns from a neccesity to protect the privacy of oneself into a mask one hides behind to make demeaning comments.
In short, the commentator him/herslf does feel a certain amount of shame in the words he/she says and does not wish to be associated with villiany of the sprouted buzz. Sad.
Tuesday, June 28, 2005
The one about praying
Many people pray, and to various different entities they pray. But for certain religions, the theist themselves do not know, or care not to know, how controversial praying is to their own religion.
"With God's blessing, the doctors saved the boy's life."
Compare the one-liner above with,
"The doctors saved the boy's life."
It is without doubt that the doctors saved the boy's life. But did a god help? The above is a very clear example of adding unneccesary complexity and interpretations to very simple stuff.
How can one determine that God helped the doctors. Did the person see it, or did he claim so? What if the operation was a failure? Would the theist then go on to say "Even with god's blessing, the doctors couldn't save the boy's life."? No, that would have made the omni-potent guy look bad. Apparently only selective things, normally good things, get attributed to God.
"I was cured of my illness because I prayed."
Yet again, a total disregard to doctors and modern medicine. Did the person mean that if he did not pray, he would never become well? Does medicine not work on him? Or should he step back into reality and say, "I was cured of my illness because I swallowed paracetemol."
What of miraculous recovery, an illness where no known medicine can cure?
"God cured me of cancer."
Wow... a miracle, i'm impressed, not. While i cannot find an explanation on how a person can miraculously be rid of cancer, saying God did it is a weak assertion that puts more weight on blind faith than the scientific method.
All of these are only a theist's claims, with no scientific evidence for proof. You might not agree, but let me put it in another way. How did you know that God did it? Maybe Allah did it, and Allah is speaking to you in his very own way, so why do you not believe in Allah then?
I once asked a friend, that whether if i led a virtous life, be nice and helpful, but yet ultimately do not believe in God, would God still send me to hell for an eternity of torture? Would he forgive me, when i stand (do spirits stand?) before him to be judged? No, my friend said. God does not bargain.
And if God does not bargain, why does anyone pray? If God has a plan, then there's no need to pray, for everything is in due course, is it not? If God's plan is for you to pray, and help you sometimes, then thank god, God's plan was for me to say that prayer is useless.
Prayer is not without its evils. There are those in this world, who in believing in the power of prayer, deny themselves or others medical treatment.
[lbandit's note] Prayer is not exactly useless. It is useless in that no supernatural being is going to grant you wishes. It is useful in that the person praying, often feels good afterwards. Somewhat similar to a session with a psychologist. And it is this good feeling and peacefulness that people attribute as God's pressence or something like that. Unfortunately, feeling good about something does not make it work. I always feel good about my computer...
"With God's blessing, the doctors saved the boy's life."
Compare the one-liner above with,
"The doctors saved the boy's life."
It is without doubt that the doctors saved the boy's life. But did a god help? The above is a very clear example of adding unneccesary complexity and interpretations to very simple stuff.
How can one determine that God helped the doctors. Did the person see it, or did he claim so? What if the operation was a failure? Would the theist then go on to say "Even with god's blessing, the doctors couldn't save the boy's life."? No, that would have made the omni-potent guy look bad. Apparently only selective things, normally good things, get attributed to God.
"I was cured of my illness because I prayed."
Yet again, a total disregard to doctors and modern medicine. Did the person mean that if he did not pray, he would never become well? Does medicine not work on him? Or should he step back into reality and say, "I was cured of my illness because I swallowed paracetemol."
What of miraculous recovery, an illness where no known medicine can cure?
"God cured me of cancer."
Wow... a miracle, i'm impressed, not. While i cannot find an explanation on how a person can miraculously be rid of cancer, saying God did it is a weak assertion that puts more weight on blind faith than the scientific method.
All of these are only a theist's claims, with no scientific evidence for proof. You might not agree, but let me put it in another way. How did you know that God did it? Maybe Allah did it, and Allah is speaking to you in his very own way, so why do you not believe in Allah then?
I once asked a friend, that whether if i led a virtous life, be nice and helpful, but yet ultimately do not believe in God, would God still send me to hell for an eternity of torture? Would he forgive me, when i stand (do spirits stand?) before him to be judged? No, my friend said. God does not bargain.
And if God does not bargain, why does anyone pray? If God has a plan, then there's no need to pray, for everything is in due course, is it not? If God's plan is for you to pray, and help you sometimes, then thank god, God's plan was for me to say that prayer is useless.
Prayer is not without its evils. There are those in this world, who in believing in the power of prayer, deny themselves or others medical treatment.
[lbandit's note] Prayer is not exactly useless. It is useless in that no supernatural being is going to grant you wishes. It is useful in that the person praying, often feels good afterwards. Somewhat similar to a session with a psychologist. And it is this good feeling and peacefulness that people attribute as God's pressence or something like that. Unfortunately, feeling good about something does not make it work. I always feel good about my computer...
Monday, June 27, 2005
Stop the SPG and Xiaxue Bashing
Aiyooooooo, there's been alot of female blogger bashing lately. There's Sarong Party Girl for posting a black and white photo and Xiaxue for... i donno what for, people just seem to hate her.
And the stuff some of these people say are really mean and nasty. One lamer said he'll sleep with Sarong Party Girl for five dollars. Personally, i think everyone is priceless. Poor guy doesn't know that, from his own perspective, he's selling himself for negative five dollars.
Oh wait, i retract my sentence that everyone is priceless. I'm selling myself as a sex toy for FREE! If you've never seen a 2.4 inch dildo, you've most certainly never seen a 150cm dildo. I'm actually taller than that, but i refuse to be a dick-head.
Um... "for female" version available only : p
Then some wise guru is gonna say, "Why you want to defend her? She thinks chinese dick is small leh. Your dick is small rite?". This is nothing but a personal attack. Yes, i have a small dick, and i probably don't even have the skill to use it properly. But atleast i don't live in a delusion and thus feel insulted when someone generalises about it.
And some have little capacity for speech, and resort to name calling like "bitch", "whore" etc. Maybe they were hoping to start a "is too, am not" argument, something they're atleast familiar with.
And some have the sillyness to say that their little brothers would become addicted to porn when they look at black and white photos of naked girls. Which is probably why i've never bathed in my entire life. I didn't want to become addicted to porn, ya see.
Some would say these bloggers are painting a bad picture of our beloved sing.ah.pore. Painting a bad picture for who? Other countries? That's a very big assumption there, that people in other countries do not have nude photos and do not make occasional grammatical errors.
The guys o'er the other side of the fence (there's a fence around sing.ah.pore, didn't you noe?) are probably laughing at us. People in this sterile country have never seen nudity before, thus resulting in our 'hee hur hoo har' (once more, i can't translate this) over a girl who is at ease with her own sexuality.
And Xiaxue is a bad writer. Yup, in beloved sing.ah.pore, it doesn't matter what you're writing, so long as you write well and have lots of fans and is a female, the bad-ness of writing is inversely proportional to age. And no, we're neither self righteous nor self moral. We're just better than them.
Here's a banner to support them fellow bloggers.
Reference :
Photos obtained from Sarong Party Girl, Kenny, Xiaxue respectively.
And the stuff some of these people say are really mean and nasty. One lamer said he'll sleep with Sarong Party Girl for five dollars. Personally, i think everyone is priceless. Poor guy doesn't know that, from his own perspective, he's selling himself for negative five dollars.
Oh wait, i retract my sentence that everyone is priceless. I'm selling myself as a sex toy for FREE! If you've never seen a 2.4 inch dildo, you've most certainly never seen a 150cm dildo. I'm actually taller than that, but i refuse to be a dick-head.
Um... "for female" version available only : p
Then some wise guru is gonna say, "Why you want to defend her? She thinks chinese dick is small leh. Your dick is small rite?". This is nothing but a personal attack. Yes, i have a small dick, and i probably don't even have the skill to use it properly. But atleast i don't live in a delusion and thus feel insulted when someone generalises about it.
And some have little capacity for speech, and resort to name calling like "bitch", "whore" etc. Maybe they were hoping to start a "is too, am not" argument, something they're atleast familiar with.
And some have the sillyness to say that their little brothers would become addicted to porn when they look at black and white photos of naked girls. Which is probably why i've never bathed in my entire life. I didn't want to become addicted to porn, ya see.
Some would say these bloggers are painting a bad picture of our beloved sing.ah.pore. Painting a bad picture for who? Other countries? That's a very big assumption there, that people in other countries do not have nude photos and do not make occasional grammatical errors.
The guys o'er the other side of the fence (there's a fence around sing.ah.pore, didn't you noe?) are probably laughing at us. People in this sterile country have never seen nudity before, thus resulting in our 'hee hur hoo har' (once more, i can't translate this) over a girl who is at ease with her own sexuality.
And Xiaxue is a bad writer. Yup, in beloved sing.ah.pore, it doesn't matter what you're writing, so long as you write well and have lots of fans and is a female, the bad-ness of writing is inversely proportional to age. And no, we're neither self righteous nor self moral. We're just better than them.
Here's a banner to support them fellow bloggers.
Reference :
Photos obtained from Sarong Party Girl, Kenny, Xiaxue respectively.
Sunday, June 26, 2005
Students in uniform were on strike everywhere today! Out in the streets, crowding at bus stops, uniform dishevelled and crumpled, mismatched socks with mismatched shoes, i wonder what's so uniform about the uniforms.
The nasty runts invaded the buses, deprived old bitchy men like me of our seats, slowed the traffic to a crawl, and were reading notes 0630 in the morning, holding a dwindling pagan candle as the only light source. For someone who only studies the night before an exam, i truly cannot comprehend the need to read notes on the first day of school re-opening.
The nasty runts invaded the buses, deprived old bitchy men like me of our seats, slowed the traffic to a crawl, and were reading notes 0630 in the morning, holding a dwindling pagan candle as the only light source. For someone who only studies the night before an exam, i truly cannot comprehend the need to read notes on the first day of school re-opening.
There is this article in the newspaper today that talked about guys carrying handbags for their girlfriends. And they show a nice toothy smile as if the guys enjoy carrying the bags. The article even quotes one of the said boyfriends as saying, "It just depends on whether the guy's comfortable carrying a handbag. For me, it's just that it's quite heavy for my girlfriend to carry."
The darndest things, `em handbags. They seem to be able to contain everything and anything. Throw the girlfriend into a jungle with her handbag, and the scenes from the advertisement where a lady uses a credit card to order a truckload of bananas to barter with theiving orang utans come to mind.
Contrast that with throwing me into a jungle with a 14 inch machette. Orang utans? Oooo meat. But hey, i won't be surprised if one of `em ladies whip out a 14 inch machette from her handbag. As i said, they are ever-full bags capable of containing anything.
The darndest things, `em handbags. They seem to be able to contain everything and anything. Throw the girlfriend into a jungle with her handbag, and the scenes from the advertisement where a lady uses a credit card to order a truckload of bananas to barter with theiving orang utans come to mind.
Contrast that with throwing me into a jungle with a 14 inch machette. Orang utans? Oooo meat. But hey, i won't be surprised if one of `em ladies whip out a 14 inch machette from her handbag. As i said, they are ever-full bags capable of containing anything.
Thursday, June 23, 2005
Everything that could go wrong today and it has to be today. Or rather, it has to go wrong. Yeah, blame it all on poor Murphy's Law. What do you get when you acronym Poor Murphy's Law? (PM's) Law. That's right, PMS Law! A law to govern PMS, the literal pain in the arse hahaha. Ok, enough of lame jokes.
My first suspicion that something was wrong with the bus (105) i was in today was when the driver stopped at the bus stop, refusing to move out even when thecoast road is clear and the engine was roaring healthily. I'm not a bus doctor, but i've boarded enough buses to atleast recognise the symptoms of bus failure.
After the extended pause, the bus continued its merry journey. The deejay speaking to me through the earphones plugged in my ears began talking about some Aloha pizza programme coming up and i knew at that point of time, beyond reasonable doubt, that Murphy meant for this day to come.
The bus (105) stopped again a second time, and this time it was for good. And the engines were still roaring healthily. The bus driver came to the center of the bus and began mumbling an announcement. Was he getting married? Anyway, why was he mumbling, maybe its because of the earphones plugged in my ears.
Unfortunately, it wasn't good news, the driver wasn't getting married. But the Ez-Link readers were in a "No battery" state, according to him. And the engines were roaring healthily.
A little telling to those not from around SG public transport system. Ez-link RFID readers are purchased by Ez-link company. The RFID readers are used to facilitate payment transactions for using public transport. And the Ez-link card can be used to pay for your McDonalds too, wonders of wonders indeed.
Anyway, the system is something akin to HK's contactless system. Didn't read up about HK's system though. What happens in SG is that when you board the bus, you'll have to scan the Ez-Link card and the reader will deduct the maximum fare from the card. If you don't scan, the bus driver will waltz up to you to ask for your card, making you feel embarassed the whole time. Sounds familiar to SG huh? And when you alight, you'll have to scan the card again to get a refund on the balance (remember you paid the maximum fare when boarding).
And people who don't have an Ez-Link card, but want to take a bus, they'll have to buy a single trip card + one dollar deposit, which the machine to purchase such cards isn't at any of the bus stops. And the thing about the dollar deposit... oh wait, i think i shouldn't talk about it. Ask me about it when you see me, if you do see me that is, if you really want to know.
Now, with the system explained and in place, but not working, and the engines roaring healthily, the driver told us to alight from the bus where we will be 'transferred' to the next bus. I was like, "Couldn't you continue without picking up more passengers?". But by then, the driver has alighted ready to explain to the next bus's driver the situation we were in. I guess i could have stolen the bus and drove it myself, since the engines were still roaring healthily. But i didn't think i'll get far.
While we were waiting for the next bus (105), a few uncles began talking to the driver rather angrily. I couldn't hear with the earphones plugged in and all, but their body language seem angry. And they appear to be talking about the Ez-Link card system. Aiya uncle, you talk to the driver so angrily for wat, its not like he built the inept system or propose inept policies for the system wat.
Anyway, when the next bus came, i distinctively felt like refugees being ushered up onto the bus. And we didn't need to scan our Ez-Link cards. Which in turn means the 'transfer' was only a physical transfer, not a trip transfer. We were physically on the new bus, but the Ez-Link reader at the exit door wasn't going to recognise the trip recorded in our cards and refund the appropriate amount when we alight.
Now what does that mean? It means it was no different than if we continued to stay in the original bus and the bus went on without picking up more passengers! The only achievement was that i was deprived of a seat.
When i reach my transfer (urgh, more transfers) bus stop, since i missed my usual bus (91), i decided to take bus 95. I actually took bus 95 yesterday. I was quite apprehensive, coz i didn't know if there were many NUS students who had no other life than to continue to go to school on their holidays. I didn't want to be stuck in a crowded bus, the only one alighting. But it turned out that the bulk of the people alighted at the factory, a stop before NUS, the stop which i also have to alight if i'm taking 95.
So i thought today would be the same. And i moved all the way to the back of the bus. Then the bus plied with NUS students. And when the bus reached the factory bus stop, i was like the only one to alight from the back of the bus. One of the girl students even make a "tut" sound when i came through. What the hell...
When i was walking from the 95 bus stop to the office, i saw bus 91A, my really usual bus, coming in the other direction. It had completed the loop and was leaving. Which means if i had waited for bus 91A rather than take bus 95 earlier, i would have saved from getting "tut", saved from walking and reached the office earlier.
And to top it off, some call-in audience was singing some homemade lyrics on how she likes Aloha pizza...
My first suspicion that something was wrong with the bus (105) i was in today was when the driver stopped at the bus stop, refusing to move out even when the
After the extended pause, the bus continued its merry journey. The deejay speaking to me through the earphones plugged in my ears began talking about some Aloha pizza programme coming up and i knew at that point of time, beyond reasonable doubt, that Murphy meant for this day to come.
The bus (105) stopped again a second time, and this time it was for good. And the engines were still roaring healthily. The bus driver came to the center of the bus and began mumbling an announcement. Was he getting married? Anyway, why was he mumbling, maybe its because of the earphones plugged in my ears.
Unfortunately, it wasn't good news, the driver wasn't getting married. But the Ez-Link readers were in a "No battery" state, according to him. And the engines were roaring healthily.
A little telling to those not from around SG public transport system. Ez-link RFID readers are purchased by Ez-link company. The RFID readers are used to facilitate payment transactions for using public transport. And the Ez-link card can be used to pay for your McDonalds too, wonders of wonders indeed.
Anyway, the system is something akin to HK's contactless system. Didn't read up about HK's system though. What happens in SG is that when you board the bus, you'll have to scan the Ez-Link card and the reader will deduct the maximum fare from the card. If you don't scan, the bus driver will waltz up to you to ask for your card, making you feel embarassed the whole time. Sounds familiar to SG huh? And when you alight, you'll have to scan the card again to get a refund on the balance (remember you paid the maximum fare when boarding).
And people who don't have an Ez-Link card, but want to take a bus, they'll have to buy a single trip card + one dollar deposit, which the machine to purchase such cards isn't at any of the bus stops. And the thing about the dollar deposit... oh wait, i think i shouldn't talk about it. Ask me about it when you see me, if you do see me that is, if you really want to know.
Now, with the system explained and in place, but not working, and the engines roaring healthily, the driver told us to alight from the bus where we will be 'transferred' to the next bus. I was like, "Couldn't you continue without picking up more passengers?". But by then, the driver has alighted ready to explain to the next bus's driver the situation we were in. I guess i could have stolen the bus and drove it myself, since the engines were still roaring healthily. But i didn't think i'll get far.
While we were waiting for the next bus (105), a few uncles began talking to the driver rather angrily. I couldn't hear with the earphones plugged in and all, but their body language seem angry. And they appear to be talking about the Ez-Link card system. Aiya uncle, you talk to the driver so angrily for wat, its not like he built the inept system or propose inept policies for the system wat.
Anyway, when the next bus came, i distinctively felt like refugees being ushered up onto the bus. And we didn't need to scan our Ez-Link cards. Which in turn means the 'transfer' was only a physical transfer, not a trip transfer. We were physically on the new bus, but the Ez-Link reader at the exit door wasn't going to recognise the trip recorded in our cards and refund the appropriate amount when we alight.
Now what does that mean? It means it was no different than if we continued to stay in the original bus and the bus went on without picking up more passengers! The only achievement was that i was deprived of a seat.
When i reach my transfer (urgh, more transfers) bus stop, since i missed my usual bus (91), i decided to take bus 95. I actually took bus 95 yesterday. I was quite apprehensive, coz i didn't know if there were many NUS students who had no other life than to continue to go to school on their holidays. I didn't want to be stuck in a crowded bus, the only one alighting. But it turned out that the bulk of the people alighted at the factory, a stop before NUS, the stop which i also have to alight if i'm taking 95.
So i thought today would be the same. And i moved all the way to the back of the bus. Then the bus plied with NUS students. And when the bus reached the factory bus stop, i was like the only one to alight from the back of the bus. One of the girl students even make a "tut" sound when i came through. What the hell...
When i was walking from the 95 bus stop to the office, i saw bus 91A, my really usual bus, coming in the other direction. It had completed the loop and was leaving. Which means if i had waited for bus 91A rather than take bus 95 earlier, i would have saved from getting "tut", saved from walking and reached the office earlier.
And to top it off, some call-in audience was singing some homemade lyrics on how she likes Aloha pizza...
Tuesday, June 21, 2005
I think i'm really losing my voice. As in i don't speak anymore. Maybe its due to some trauma. Those blinking vertical lines on the computer screen which people call text cursor could be quite a traumatic experience. Don't believe me, try counting the number of times it flashes. One, two, three ... fourty-two! And it starts all over again from one. Fourty-two! The answer to the meaning of life!
While i understand that fourty-two is the answer to the meaning of life, i do not understand the meaning of fourty-two. Why and how is it the answer to the meaning of life? So i tried to decipher the morse code message that the blinking cursor is telling me.
If i tilt my head left, the cursor looked exactly like a dash. If i tile my head right, the cursor looked like a dash too, surprise surprise. And when i double check with the morse code table, i realise the blinking cursor was telling me "MOOTCh MOOTCh MOOTCh MOOTCh". Um... watever mootch is.
But if instead of looking at the physical properties of the cursor, and i watch for how long it appears in the screen, it seems to be telling me a string of dots instead. Well, the blinking seem pretty fast to me. And if it were a string of dots... it seemed to be saying "SHE HISS I HISS SHE HISS I HISS". OMG What kind of a message is this.
Unable to decipher the meaning of fourty-two, i tried alternating both methods of interpretation. Tilting the head and looking at the length of time the cursor appears. And doing that, finally, the message made sense, coz this time i was getting dots and dashes. Its saying, "ALIENS ARE COMING TO EAT YOUR COMPUTER TOMORROW", woah, go ahead mate, i couldn't care less, the blinking cursor is destroying my bwain. Eat 'em all up.
Oh wait, there's another message, "I NEED MORE SLEEP". Huh? What's that? The computer needs more sleep? Oh well, i'll give it a pass for the moment, and concentrate on the aliens.
While i understand that fourty-two is the answer to the meaning of life, i do not understand the meaning of fourty-two. Why and how is it the answer to the meaning of life? So i tried to decipher the morse code message that the blinking cursor is telling me.
If i tilt my head left, the cursor looked exactly like a dash. If i tile my head right, the cursor looked like a dash too, surprise surprise. And when i double check with the morse code table, i realise the blinking cursor was telling me "MOOTCh MOOTCh MOOTCh MOOTCh". Um... watever mootch is.
But if instead of looking at the physical properties of the cursor, and i watch for how long it appears in the screen, it seems to be telling me a string of dots instead. Well, the blinking seem pretty fast to me. And if it were a string of dots... it seemed to be saying "SHE HISS I HISS SHE HISS I HISS". OMG What kind of a message is this.
Unable to decipher the meaning of fourty-two, i tried alternating both methods of interpretation. Tilting the head and looking at the length of time the cursor appears. And doing that, finally, the message made sense, coz this time i was getting dots and dashes. Its saying, "ALIENS ARE COMING TO EAT YOUR COMPUTER TOMORROW", woah, go ahead mate, i couldn't care less, the blinking cursor is destroying my bwain. Eat 'em all up.
Oh wait, there's another message, "I NEED MORE SLEEP". Huh? What's that? The computer needs more sleep? Oh well, i'll give it a pass for the moment, and concentrate on the aliens.
Monday, June 20, 2005
Watched Batman Begins yesterday. Whew, lucky that batman suit had no nipples, otherwise its gonna make the headlines in the newspaper again. Like how Sarong Party Girl made the headlines again on Sunday, The Newpaper, somone told me.
My blog, for linking with Sarong Party Girl, has recieved 100 hits in the past two days, coming in from yahoo search engine on variations of the keywords "Sarong Party Girl", most of them singaporeans. What's with the fixation on nipples and nubile girls.
I don't know, but i think i should say, "Let the witch hunt begin!". Nail her to the stake and burn her alive! Burn those who doesn't wear a bra and burn those who wear transparent clothing! Burn those who have shoes with laces becoz lace is the root word of lacy underwear.
lace->lacy->underwear->temptation->bad name for our sterile country
And by the time we're through, we'd be down to literally nothing except self-righteous morals.
But we do NOT do such things. Why?
Becoz we recognise such acts to be cruel and barbaric. We discard barbaric practices of old and adopt more humane and fair methods of trial and order. But while we discard these ancient violent practices, why do we still hang on to the notions of old, that has its roots in the barbaric ages?
Btw can somone pass me the newspaper cuttings of the articles on Sarong Party Girl, i'll like to see what the journalists are saying.
My blog, for linking with Sarong Party Girl, has recieved 100 hits in the past two days, coming in from yahoo search engine on variations of the keywords "Sarong Party Girl", most of them singaporeans. What's with the fixation on nipples and nubile girls.
I don't know, but i think i should say, "Let the witch hunt begin!". Nail her to the stake and burn her alive! Burn those who doesn't wear a bra and burn those who wear transparent clothing! Burn those who have shoes with laces becoz lace is the root word of lacy underwear.
lace->lacy->underwear->temptation->bad name for our sterile country
And by the time we're through, we'd be down to literally nothing except self-righteous morals.
But we do NOT do such things. Why?
Becoz we recognise such acts to be cruel and barbaric. We discard barbaric practices of old and adopt more humane and fair methods of trial and order. But while we discard these ancient violent practices, why do we still hang on to the notions of old, that has its roots in the barbaric ages?
Btw can somone pass me the newspaper cuttings of the articles on Sarong Party Girl, i'll like to see what the journalists are saying.
Sunday, June 19, 2005
I've went jogging and i've went swimming, but i never met babes in bikini like Sandralicious or babes in pink shorts like what happened when Bubblemunche (he's back, yay!) went jogging. So i can only conclude that good things never happen to me in life. Or rather beautiful people never happen to me in life.
Which in a way is a good thing. So can say "aiya, no need lah".
Venustraphobia - Fear of beautiful women
Which in a way is a good thing. So can say "aiya, no need lah".
Venustraphobia - Fear of beautiful women
Saturday, June 18, 2005
Time now is 0215. Me blogging at such unearthly times, you'd probably be thinking that something is wrong with me again. Actually, everything is ok with me, just that i just got home and i wanna blog this up before i sleep less i forget in the morning. Or afternoon.
Taekwando Kid, recently, is rather fond of saying that it is hard to find a type of food that i do not eat. And he laments that it is only once a year when he can eat something which i do not eat and that's sharksfin on Chinese New Year dinner.
So recently, Yvonne emailed saying to go have dinner and dessert together with her friends at some place. Without really checking on where and what i was gonna be eating, i agreed to turn up.
Dinner was at this place called The Rice Table Indonesian Restaurant. I was sitting in the restaurant wondering why the place does not have a menu, when the waiter started to serve the dishes up. I didn't even know whether it was free flow or not. Turned out that someone has already done the ordering, convenient enough.
The dessert was at Top Of The 'M' Revolving Restaurant. This time round, i didn't have any conveniences and had to order for myself. The end result was that it took considerably more time to decide what to order. I ordered a cocktail.
The name of the drink is Bloody Mary. It is red in color. And i thought it quite appropriate drink for me, both becoz i've come across the name couple times in story books and becoz i believe that the name was derived from the religious figure virgin Mary. Moral of the story : Never judge a drink by its name.
It would have been good if the drink was a mixture of alcohol with ribena. Hell, i would even have accepted bundung. But turn out that it was ketchup mixed with something spicy. The drink was sweet, sour and hot and my distaste for tomatoes returned to me at full force with the first sip of the foul liquid. Urgh.. should have thought to be less adventurous and drink something familiar. But the chocolates were good.
A little about Yvonne's friend, i'll call her HQ here. HQ does seem to have a rather familiar face. Maybe she has a sister and i've seen her sister before. Becoz she has a voice that sounds like the person who i claim to be her sister in likeness.
Anyway, turns out that HQ is moving house from Toa Payoh block 164. The same block that i've stayed a couple years during primary schooling and been going to for family gatherings the past 18 years, and also the same block that i've recently helped my auntie to move from. And HQ's moving into a new block in Toa Payoh, one of those that are around 50 storeys high. And my auntie is now staying there too! Small world of coincidences indeed.
Taekwando Kid, recently, is rather fond of saying that it is hard to find a type of food that i do not eat. And he laments that it is only once a year when he can eat something which i do not eat and that's sharksfin on Chinese New Year dinner.
So recently, Yvonne emailed saying to go have dinner and dessert together with her friends at some place. Without really checking on where and what i was gonna be eating, i agreed to turn up.
Dinner was at this place called The Rice Table Indonesian Restaurant. I was sitting in the restaurant wondering why the place does not have a menu, when the waiter started to serve the dishes up. I didn't even know whether it was free flow or not. Turned out that someone has already done the ordering, convenient enough.
The dessert was at Top Of The 'M' Revolving Restaurant. This time round, i didn't have any conveniences and had to order for myself. The end result was that it took considerably more time to decide what to order. I ordered a cocktail.
The name of the drink is Bloody Mary. It is red in color. And i thought it quite appropriate drink for me, both becoz i've come across the name couple times in story books and becoz i believe that the name was derived from the religious figure virgin Mary. Moral of the story : Never judge a drink by its name.
It would have been good if the drink was a mixture of alcohol with ribena. Hell, i would even have accepted bundung. But turn out that it was ketchup mixed with something spicy. The drink was sweet, sour and hot and my distaste for tomatoes returned to me at full force with the first sip of the foul liquid. Urgh.. should have thought to be less adventurous and drink something familiar. But the chocolates were good.
A little about Yvonne's friend, i'll call her HQ here. HQ does seem to have a rather familiar face. Maybe she has a sister and i've seen her sister before. Becoz she has a voice that sounds like the person who i claim to be her sister in likeness.
Anyway, turns out that HQ is moving house from Toa Payoh block 164. The same block that i've stayed a couple years during primary schooling and been going to for family gatherings the past 18 years, and also the same block that i've recently helped my auntie to move from. And HQ's moving into a new block in Toa Payoh, one of those that are around 50 storeys high. And my auntie is now staying there too! Small world of coincidences indeed.
Friday, June 17, 2005
Hostile Takeover of Paint Me Pink Clouds Against Purple Skies
Haha, i've begun a hostile takeover of Paint Me Pink Clouds Against Purple Skies. Already i'm owning 250 more shares than the owner >:) muhahahaha.
Wednesday, June 15, 2005
On my way to the office today, a good looking babe chose to sit about two seats in front of me. Sometime along the journey, said babe turned around to look straight at me and started mouthing some words to me. Naturally i thought she was talking to signalling to someone behind me, and did not respond. Not seeing a reaction from me, she became persistent and continued mouthing her words and her hand doing some carrying action.
I shook my head to indicate to her that i didn't understand what she was saying. And it was then that she realised i was in her direct line of sight and was looking at her. She stifled a laugh and wondered why in the world there would be lamers like me who are so full of themselves to think that babes would look at them much less speak to them. WA RAO eh... so paiseh man...
If i had known, i would have waved fanatically and blow a few flying kisses at her liao. Hnnn.
[Edit Note] The girl was mouthing and singalling to her friend behind me, not making fun of me.
I shook my head to indicate to her that i didn't understand what she was saying. And it was then that she realised i was in her direct line of sight and was looking at her. She stifled a laugh and wondered why in the world there would be lamers like me who are so full of themselves to think that babes would look at them much less speak to them. WA RAO eh... so paiseh man...
If i had known, i would have waved fanatically and blow a few flying kisses at her liao. Hnnn.
[Edit Note] The girl was mouthing and singalling to her friend behind me, not making fun of me.
My friend, being a very convinced theist, got rather fired up reading my post regarding the bible verses. She sounded like she wanted to eat me up (the non-loving way). Fortunately, she stopped short of asking me to apologise unreservedly.
The part where i said Exodus (20:17) suggests that women are treated as property of men in those days are no baseless. You can see the full analysis of the ten commandments here.
Excerpt :
"Another problem with the commandment is the inclusion of “wife” alongside material possessions. There is no prohibition against coveting another’s “husband,” which suggests that the commandment was directly only at men. The inclusion of women alongside material possessions suggests that women were considered little more than property, an impression that is borne out by the rest of Hebrew scriptures.
It is worth noting, however, that the version of the Ten Commandments found in Deuteronomy and used by both Catholics and Lutherans separates out the wife from the rest of the household:
Neither shall you covet your neighbor’s wife. Neither shall you desire your neighbor’s house, or field, or male or female slave, or ox, or donkey, or anything that belongs to your neighbor.
There is still no prohibition against coveting someone else’s husband and women remain in a subordinate position; nevertheless, wives are separated out into a different category with a different verb and this represents at least some modest improvement.
There is also a problem associated with the prohibition against coveting “his manservant” and “his maidservant.” Some modern translations word this as “servants” but that is dishonest because the original text is about owned slaves, not paid servants. Among the Hebrews as well as other cultures of the Near East, slavery was accepted and normal. Today it is not, but common listings of the Ten Commandments fail to take this into account.
A dominant interpretation of the Tenth Commandment today is that it refers not so much to mere coveting, but rather how such coveting can lead one to dispossess others of their possessions through fraud or violence. People see a relationship between this commandment and the text of Micah:
Woe to them that devise iniquity, and work evil upon their beds! when the morning is light, they practise it, because it is in the power of their hand. And they covet fields, and take them by violence; and houses, and take them away: so they oppress a man and his house, even a man and his heritage. (Micah 1:1-2)
None of the other commandments have anything to say about the social relationship between the rich and powerful and the poor and weak. Like every other society, the ancient Hebrews had their social and class divisions and there would have been problems with the powerful abusing their positions to get what they wanted from the weaker. Thus, this commandment has been treated as a condemnation of behavior which unjustly benefits oneself at the expense of others."
The part where i said Exodus (20:17) suggests that women are treated as property of men in those days are no baseless. You can see the full analysis of the ten commandments here.
Excerpt :
"Another problem with the commandment is the inclusion of “wife” alongside material possessions. There is no prohibition against coveting another’s “husband,” which suggests that the commandment was directly only at men. The inclusion of women alongside material possessions suggests that women were considered little more than property, an impression that is borne out by the rest of Hebrew scriptures.
It is worth noting, however, that the version of the Ten Commandments found in Deuteronomy and used by both Catholics and Lutherans separates out the wife from the rest of the household:
Neither shall you covet your neighbor’s wife. Neither shall you desire your neighbor’s house, or field, or male or female slave, or ox, or donkey, or anything that belongs to your neighbor.
There is still no prohibition against coveting someone else’s husband and women remain in a subordinate position; nevertheless, wives are separated out into a different category with a different verb and this represents at least some modest improvement.
There is also a problem associated with the prohibition against coveting “his manservant” and “his maidservant.” Some modern translations word this as “servants” but that is dishonest because the original text is about owned slaves, not paid servants. Among the Hebrews as well as other cultures of the Near East, slavery was accepted and normal. Today it is not, but common listings of the Ten Commandments fail to take this into account.
A dominant interpretation of the Tenth Commandment today is that it refers not so much to mere coveting, but rather how such coveting can lead one to dispossess others of their possessions through fraud or violence. People see a relationship between this commandment and the text of Micah:
Woe to them that devise iniquity, and work evil upon their beds! when the morning is light, they practise it, because it is in the power of their hand. And they covet fields, and take them by violence; and houses, and take them away: so they oppress a man and his house, even a man and his heritage. (Micah 1:1-2)
None of the other commandments have anything to say about the social relationship between the rich and powerful and the poor and weak. Like every other society, the ancient Hebrews had their social and class divisions and there would have been problems with the powerful abusing their positions to get what they wanted from the weaker. Thus, this commandment has been treated as a condemnation of behavior which unjustly benefits oneself at the expense of others."
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
I've been buying tua bao (big meat bun) from the canteen almost every morning. So much that it has become an automatic inclusion in my order of coffee. The auntie would go like, "One tua bao is it?". Problem is that when the auntie has run out of tua bao, she would go like, "Tua bao boh liao (no more). Two small bao want anot."
I would then tell her, "No, one small bao enuff liao". The thing is, the small bao actually doesn't taste that nice. Oh well...
I would then tell her, "No, one small bao enuff liao". The thing is, the small bao actually doesn't taste that nice. Oh well...
Monday, June 13, 2005
Sarong Party Girl posted her birthday suit up. Generated alot of interest in horny males and self-moral witchhunters. Her photobucket bandwidth have since busted and i never managed to get a peek, @#$%^& Stoopid males and witchhunters : p
Anyway, many people have been coming in from different variations of search keywords sarong party girl blog on the yahoo search engine. I guess they were dissapointed that they didn't find anything here, except a link to her blog in the blog roll.
So i thought i'll oblige, and write something about ... i don't know what about, i don't read her often enough to form a speech signature. But i'll point you to one of her musings, Monogamy and the Bible.
Excerpt :
"At least week’s sermon, the pastor briefly mentioned the very interesting point that there is no word for wife in the languages the Bible was originally complied in. According to him, Hebrew and Greek are two of humanity’s most expressive languages, yet, they never bothered inventing a word for wife. If people had actually bothered to translate the bible directly from those languages, What will read, in place of wife, would be woman. Or ‘your woman’."
More Excerpt :
"There are a lot of things the bible is against, and most of them are not natural to the human state. Things like murder, or stealing something that belongs to someone else."
A small technicle error there. Sarong Party Girl was probably referring to the human determined ten commandments to say that the bible was against murder. The bible actually condones a vast amount of murder. But murder in the bible is made righteous as destruction of the enemy.
Sarong Party Girl brings up a very interesting point, that about "wife". The wife concept, and women equality, was never of importance in those days.
"Thou shalt not covet thy neighbour's house, thou shalt not covet thy neighbour's wife, nor his manservant, nor his maidservant, nor his ox, nor his ass, nor any thing that is thy neighbour's." (Exodus 20:17)
As seen from the above bible verse, women are treated as nothing more than a man's property. In around the same hierarchical level of ox and ass.
"Now therefore kill every male among the little ones, and kill every woman that hath known man by lying with him. But all the women children, that have not known a man by lying with him, keep alive for yourselves." (Numbers 31:17-18)
God instigating followers to kill aside, the above verse does show that monogamy is not a requirement for males. But non-virgin females, irregardless of whether they were monogamous, were to be killed.
I was discussing the Numbers verse with a friend and she said, "God told them to 'keep alive for themselves' as wife". There was really nothing in the verse, or the verses before or after that says the women would be kept as wives and not slaves or anything else. In fact, since there is no such member in Hebrew as "wife", imagine my friend's words coming out as "God told them to 'keep alive for themselves' as their women". Astounding.
At this point on, she began the age old debate tatic of flaming me. "Why are you so judgmental? Who are you to judge God?" she asked. Which was actually true, for i was pointing out to her, evil biblical verses which she would normally choose to skip. But she has forgotten that judging is a neutral process. Judging something as good and holy does not make it any less of making a judgement.
Who am I to judge God? The more appropriate question is, who i am to judge God as evil. But why ask such a question? Would the poser of such question be ready to answer who he/she is to judge God as good?
Digression.
Many theists would accuse me of lifting verses out of context. Two points of contention for such argument.
Point one. Most people who say that atheists like to quote out of context do not really understand the meaning of "out of context". They would accuse and then go on to say singular quotes like,
"He that loveth not knoweth not God; for God is love." (1 John 4:8)
Then tell me, what is the definition of "out of context". They contend that quoting out of context is distortion of the context. So is the above verse a distortion of the context? If the context is inherent within the verse, then there is no distortion of context.
Point two. Is there a context in which we should accept killing (males and non-virgin females) as justifiable?
Anyway, many people have been coming in from different variations of search keywords sarong party girl blog on the yahoo search engine. I guess they were dissapointed that they didn't find anything here, except a link to her blog in the blog roll.
So i thought i'll oblige, and write something about ... i don't know what about, i don't read her often enough to form a speech signature. But i'll point you to one of her musings, Monogamy and the Bible.
Excerpt :
"At least week’s sermon, the pastor briefly mentioned the very interesting point that there is no word for wife in the languages the Bible was originally complied in. According to him, Hebrew and Greek are two of humanity’s most expressive languages, yet, they never bothered inventing a word for wife. If people had actually bothered to translate the bible directly from those languages, What will read, in place of wife, would be woman. Or ‘your woman’."
More Excerpt :
"There are a lot of things the bible is against, and most of them are not natural to the human state. Things like murder, or stealing something that belongs to someone else."
A small technicle error there. Sarong Party Girl was probably referring to the human determined ten commandments to say that the bible was against murder. The bible actually condones a vast amount of murder. But murder in the bible is made righteous as destruction of the enemy.
Sarong Party Girl brings up a very interesting point, that about "wife". The wife concept, and women equality, was never of importance in those days.
"Thou shalt not covet thy neighbour's house, thou shalt not covet thy neighbour's wife, nor his manservant, nor his maidservant, nor his ox, nor his ass, nor any thing that is thy neighbour's." (Exodus 20:17)
As seen from the above bible verse, women are treated as nothing more than a man's property. In around the same hierarchical level of ox and ass.
"Now therefore kill every male among the little ones, and kill every woman that hath known man by lying with him. But all the women children, that have not known a man by lying with him, keep alive for yourselves." (Numbers 31:17-18)
God instigating followers to kill aside, the above verse does show that monogamy is not a requirement for males. But non-virgin females, irregardless of whether they were monogamous, were to be killed.
I was discussing the Numbers verse with a friend and she said, "God told them to 'keep alive for themselves' as wife". There was really nothing in the verse, or the verses before or after that says the women would be kept as wives and not slaves or anything else. In fact, since there is no such member in Hebrew as "wife", imagine my friend's words coming out as "God told them to 'keep alive for themselves' as their women". Astounding.
At this point on, she began the age old debate tatic of flaming me. "Why are you so judgmental? Who are you to judge God?" she asked. Which was actually true, for i was pointing out to her, evil biblical verses which she would normally choose to skip. But she has forgotten that judging is a neutral process. Judging something as good and holy does not make it any less of making a judgement.
Who am I to judge God? The more appropriate question is, who i am to judge God as evil. But why ask such a question? Would the poser of such question be ready to answer who he/she is to judge God as good?
Digression.
Many theists would accuse me of lifting verses out of context. Two points of contention for such argument.
Point one. Most people who say that atheists like to quote out of context do not really understand the meaning of "out of context". They would accuse and then go on to say singular quotes like,
"He that loveth not knoweth not God; for God is love." (1 John 4:8)
Then tell me, what is the definition of "out of context". They contend that quoting out of context is distortion of the context. So is the above verse a distortion of the context? If the context is inherent within the verse, then there is no distortion of context.
Point two. Is there a context in which we should accept killing (males and non-virgin females) as justifiable?
Sunday, June 12, 2005
Woah... i'm getting monopoly for my nick lbandit. Someone did a yahoo search for me and i looked it up too. All the links that had lbandit was referring to me. People who do not know my nick would often call me I-bandit instead of L-bandit. Well... that doesn't help when it comes down to emailing me.
How did my nick come about? It came from a game book which had a character called Smiling Bandit. I kind of remembered the name wrongly and began using the nick Laughing Bandit. And to keep the nick username short, i changed it to LBandit. And since i've got a love for lower-case characters, i began typing it out as lbandit which gets mistaken as ibandit. There you go.
How did my nick come about? It came from a game book which had a character called Smiling Bandit. I kind of remembered the name wrongly and began using the nick Laughing Bandit. And to keep the nick username short, i changed it to LBandit. And since i've got a love for lower-case characters, i began typing it out as lbandit which gets mistaken as ibandit. There you go.
YAYyyyyyyyy!!! *sigh* sometimes i need to cheer myself on, less i fall behind, left behind, forgotten and un-desired *ahem*. Undesired i'm ok, forgotten... if i'm old or dead, i can understand why i would be forgotten. But if i'm alive and kicking arse, and my own arse for that matter, but that's beside the point. Not that anyone forgot about me that i can remember recently. Just some random rant.
Random. That's just totally me. A couple weeks ago, i was in a passenger seat, in a car, staring out into the seventeenth dimension, which is really just the traffic infront. My auntie, who noticed my existence in the seventeenth dimension, asked me what i was thinking about.
Which is really never a wise question to ask me. At best, my thoughts are just random quantum of irrational biology. At its worst, its an ugly can of worms. And me being an utterly honest *ahem* guy, would just open the can of worms. And i replied as truthfully as possible, that i was thinking about me living for hundreds of years and all my great...great grand sons and daughters all around. To which she replied, fei(4) hua(4) (literal translation from pinyin : words from the lungs)in canto.
To date, i have no idea what people expect to hear from me when they ask me for my personal seventeenth dimension thoughts. Got a topic? Ask me about it, i'll think it through for/with you. But asking me about what's on my mind? nono.
PS: "honest *ahem* guy" the cough is on honest, not guy. I always change back into guy at dawn : p
Random. That's just totally me. A couple weeks ago, i was in a passenger seat, in a car, staring out into the seventeenth dimension, which is really just the traffic infront. My auntie, who noticed my existence in the seventeenth dimension, asked me what i was thinking about.
Which is really never a wise question to ask me. At best, my thoughts are just random quantum of irrational biology. At its worst, its an ugly can of worms. And me being an utterly honest *ahem* guy, would just open the can of worms. And i replied as truthfully as possible, that i was thinking about me living for hundreds of years and all my great...great grand sons and daughters all around. To which she replied, fei(4) hua(4) (literal translation from pinyin : words from the lungs)in canto.
To date, i have no idea what people expect to hear from me when they ask me for my personal seventeenth dimension thoughts. Got a topic? Ask me about it, i'll think it through for/with you. But asking me about what's on my mind? nono.
PS: "honest *ahem* guy" the cough is on honest, not guy. I always change back into guy at dawn : p
Saturday, June 11, 2005
Just came back from a gathering at auntie's new house. Turn out that we uncovered a board game that was missing for around five years when we help shift some of the stuff. Five long years... The condition of the game still looks okie enough. Got one of the younger cousins (primary) to join in the game.
As usual, the young ones are a little zealous, crushing and bending the fragile cards, which could possibly be older than them, with their little fingers. Have to instill game discipline into them, less they destroy the game they're playing.
Considering. The board game has been hidden in some container in my auntie's old house all the while. And i was turning my house inside out, back then, to find the board game. Only god knows how many times i opened the refrigerator door to peek in and hope that someone placed the game in there.
I know it sounds weird, but sometimes, when i can't find things, i get it in my head that someone put the thing i'm looking for into the refrigerator. Kind of desperation. Kind of hopelessness. Kind of hungry too. It gets rewarding, that if i can't find that which i'm looking for, atleast i could grab a bite...
Um... dun ask me what i have gone looking for in the refrigerator. You can never imagine...
As usual, the young ones are a little zealous, crushing and bending the fragile cards, which could possibly be older than them, with their little fingers. Have to instill game discipline into them, less they destroy the game they're playing.
Considering. The board game has been hidden in some container in my auntie's old house all the while. And i was turning my house inside out, back then, to find the board game. Only god knows how many times i opened the refrigerator door to peek in and hope that someone placed the game in there.
I know it sounds weird, but sometimes, when i can't find things, i get it in my head that someone put the thing i'm looking for into the refrigerator. Kind of desperation. Kind of hopelessness. Kind of hungry too. It gets rewarding, that if i can't find that which i'm looking for, atleast i could grab a bite...
Um... dun ask me what i have gone looking for in the refrigerator. You can never imagine...
Thursday, June 9, 2005
I didn't go office today. No, i didn't get a mc, although i'm still sick : ( I went for a training course at Kallang Bahru. Two day course, going again tomorrow. It's a pretty difficult course, not because the subject was difficult, the lessons were taught on Linux platform. Not knowing the stuff for linux kind of makes it difficult.
There were only two girls in the class, and one of them is my colleague : / Sometime during the lesson, the other girl, who was sitting behind, fell off her chair. Frankly, i have no idea how anyone can fall while seated. And the chairs were those that has wheels, where no one rocks while sitting on it. Maybe that's what happened. Attempting to rock a mobile chair...
There were only two girls in the class, and one of them is my colleague : / Sometime during the lesson, the other girl, who was sitting behind, fell off her chair. Frankly, i have no idea how anyone can fall while seated. And the chairs were those that has wheels, where no one rocks while sitting on it. Maybe that's what happened. Attempting to rock a mobile chair...
Tuesday, June 7, 2005
Speaking of imminent destruction two posts back, i managed to read the first two chapters of The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy on my way to the office in the bus. It had also talked about imminent destruction, and protagonists heads to the bar to grab six pints of beer. As muscle relaxant. What did come across as funny was that the bartender thought Arsenal, the football team, was being spared the humiliation of having to lose the match since the world was gonna end in ten minutes. Different people, different priorities, indeed.
Digression.
I remember some years ago, when grandma was still alive, about a dinner at one of the gatherings. We were gorging ourselves with food, when grandma brought a pot of stew that had mushrooms out from the kitchen. She went like, "Ah Choon likes mushrooms, take one mushroom." in cantonese. It was technically incorrect, for i was kind of neutral to mushrooms. I took the mushroom anyway.
Anyway, a couple years later, grandma passed away. We had a funeral, curry chicken and the usual, but among the food, was a pot of the same kind of stew that had mushrooms. I remember holding the mushroom with my chopsticks, tears welling in my eyes, the memory of "Ah Choon likes mushrooms..." became searing, etching itself into my deepest recesses. The sentence suddenly became meaningful of itself, despite being technically incorrect, for no one else in the world would say that i like mushrooms, because it is technically incorrect...
Digression.
Just as suddenly that i had a two day deadline, i no longer had any deadlines. There was a change in the specifications and it seems to be delayed until the big boys and girls could get into another meeting. Not that it wasn't good, i couldn't have finish by today.
Then there was another project which was totally ludicrous. Perhaps if every company could take their funds for 'score points' projects, and divert it into a 'buy food for the poor' charity, there would be no more hunger. Um... that's assuming that the world has enough food to feed the world population and such a charity wouldn't cause inflation in the foods market. I didn't research into this, since its not likely to happen anyway.
Digression.
I remember some years ago, when grandma was still alive, about a dinner at one of the gatherings. We were gorging ourselves with food, when grandma brought a pot of stew that had mushrooms out from the kitchen. She went like, "Ah Choon likes mushrooms, take one mushroom." in cantonese. It was technically incorrect, for i was kind of neutral to mushrooms. I took the mushroom anyway.
Anyway, a couple years later, grandma passed away. We had a funeral, curry chicken and the usual, but among the food, was a pot of the same kind of stew that had mushrooms. I remember holding the mushroom with my chopsticks, tears welling in my eyes, the memory of "Ah Choon likes mushrooms..." became searing, etching itself into my deepest recesses. The sentence suddenly became meaningful of itself, despite being technically incorrect, for no one else in the world would say that i like mushrooms, because it is technically incorrect...
Digression.
Just as suddenly that i had a two day deadline, i no longer had any deadlines. There was a change in the specifications and it seems to be delayed until the big boys and girls could get into another meeting. Not that it wasn't good, i couldn't have finish by today.
Then there was another project which was totally ludicrous. Perhaps if every company could take their funds for 'score points' projects, and divert it into a 'buy food for the poor' charity, there would be no more hunger. Um... that's assuming that the world has enough food to feed the world population and such a charity wouldn't cause inflation in the foods market. I didn't research into this, since its not likely to happen anyway.
Monday, June 6, 2005
The nagging suspicion that no one in my office knows how to manage time seems to be confirmed. Telling me deadlines two days in advance seems like a pretty good way to squeeze OT hours from me. @#$%^&
Luke... I am your father!
Then you owe me twenty christmas presents.
Yes! Give in to your hate. Feel the power of the darkside.
Nooooooooo.
Luke... I am your father!
Then you owe me twenty christmas presents.
Yes! Give in to your hate. Feel the power of the darkside.
Nooooooooo.
Sunday, June 5, 2005
I think, therefore i am, i think.
"Cogito ergo sum", Rene Descartes (1596-1650). That's "I think therefore I am." in whatever language i couldn't be bothered to find out, coz Rene Descartes isn't a beautiful girl : p
I'll talk about Rene Descartes's famous Meditations without going into how some of the various parts are logically fallacious. Meditations begin by assuming that nothing can be believed as existential. Descartes then proceeds to say that everything that his senses acknowledge could be false. He gives a couple scenarios, one of which was that some great entity could be deceiving him with false sensory inputs.
Descartes then rationalize that for him to be deceived, he has to in the first place be existential. For only existing entities could be deceived. Being able to conceptualize deception supports the existence of the thinking entity. Thus Meditations lay the foundation for existence, that is, thinking beings exists, sum up by the famous quote "I think therefore I am.". Descartes then goes on to prove the existence of God and all objects of physical dimensions, including himself.
Another scenario which Descartes brought up is that everything could be the dream of a greater entity yet to wake up. Such a scenario is indeed mind boggling. What possible meaning is there in our existence if we're just mere figments of a dream of some other beings? An interesting question, but i'll digress first.
People who chatted with me on msn lately would have heard me asking a question that goes like: "'This sentence is false.', what do you have to say about that sentence?". There are those who could go into lengthy details into how "This sentence is false." is mathematically fallacious or linguistically fallacious or even using physics to explain the instability of the entropic conditions.
The simplistic approach would be to question the sentence itself. How meaningful is such a sentence to us? Given the logical loop it presents, the sentence has little value in meaning other than to serve as fuel for rhetorical discussion.
So is there any meaning in existence if we're mere figments of a dream? To put ourselves in the scope of the dreaming entity then, would indeed be meaningless, for our scope would have been limited to the dream itself. The fact that we could affect things/beings and expect reliable responses, that are within the scope, makes existence meaningful in the scope.
An analogy would be that of imminent destruction. What if i knew that a meteor is going to tear Earth in half tomorrow? Would i still go to work as per normal? Or would i use whatever meager savings i have to purchase as much nookie as i can get? The question to ask if i decide to choose the later option is that, what if the meteor didn't hit?
I'll talk about Rene Descartes's famous Meditations without going into how some of the various parts are logically fallacious. Meditations begin by assuming that nothing can be believed as existential. Descartes then proceeds to say that everything that his senses acknowledge could be false. He gives a couple scenarios, one of which was that some great entity could be deceiving him with false sensory inputs.
Descartes then rationalize that for him to be deceived, he has to in the first place be existential. For only existing entities could be deceived. Being able to conceptualize deception supports the existence of the thinking entity. Thus Meditations lay the foundation for existence, that is, thinking beings exists, sum up by the famous quote "I think therefore I am.". Descartes then goes on to prove the existence of God and all objects of physical dimensions, including himself.
Another scenario which Descartes brought up is that everything could be the dream of a greater entity yet to wake up. Such a scenario is indeed mind boggling. What possible meaning is there in our existence if we're just mere figments of a dream of some other beings? An interesting question, but i'll digress first.
People who chatted with me on msn lately would have heard me asking a question that goes like: "'This sentence is false.', what do you have to say about that sentence?". There are those who could go into lengthy details into how "This sentence is false." is mathematically fallacious or linguistically fallacious or even using physics to explain the instability of the entropic conditions.
The simplistic approach would be to question the sentence itself. How meaningful is such a sentence to us? Given the logical loop it presents, the sentence has little value in meaning other than to serve as fuel for rhetorical discussion.
So is there any meaning in existence if we're mere figments of a dream? To put ourselves in the scope of the dreaming entity then, would indeed be meaningless, for our scope would have been limited to the dream itself. The fact that we could affect things/beings and expect reliable responses, that are within the scope, makes existence meaningful in the scope.
An analogy would be that of imminent destruction. What if i knew that a meteor is going to tear Earth in half tomorrow? Would i still go to work as per normal? Or would i use whatever meager savings i have to purchase as much nookie as i can get? The question to ask if i decide to choose the later option is that, what if the meteor didn't hit?
A little about my game at hattrick.org. Its a game where i manage my very own football club with my team playing other singaporean teams.
Its a totally text based game. You don't see pictures of your footballers running after a ball, you don't even see little dots on the screen. Fully text based as seen above. When the events become old, it turns black. Every minute updates the screen, and if there are events, it'll add on in red. So that's what i do when i'm bored, sitting infront of my laptop and staring at an unintresting screen waiting for something to happen.
As you can see, my team is getting trashed. The last results was a lost for my club at 5:1. Actually, i hope to be relegated this season, so i could fight for top place next season for some prize money. The good thing is that, i can't fire myself for being relegated : D
Funny that i would be playing football management games when i don't normally watch football. But there's a very good reason. Like when i watch a football game, i go like, "How come dat footballer so stoopid, the goal post rite in front of him he dun shoot, but kick the ball like waaaaay off. Totally in the wrong direction!". Of which my brother would calmly remind me that the player is actually the defender and that was what he was supposed to do.... Doink rite...
Its a totally text based game. You don't see pictures of your footballers running after a ball, you don't even see little dots on the screen. Fully text based as seen above. When the events become old, it turns black. Every minute updates the screen, and if there are events, it'll add on in red. So that's what i do when i'm bored, sitting infront of my laptop and staring at an unintresting screen waiting for something to happen.
As you can see, my team is getting trashed. The last results was a lost for my club at 5:1. Actually, i hope to be relegated this season, so i could fight for top place next season for some prize money. The good thing is that, i can't fire myself for being relegated : D
Funny that i would be playing football management games when i don't normally watch football. But there's a very good reason. Like when i watch a football game, i go like, "How come dat footballer so stoopid, the goal post rite in front of him he dun shoot, but kick the ball like waaaaay off. Totally in the wrong direction!". Of which my brother would calmly remind me that the player is actually the defender and that was what he was supposed to do.... Doink rite...
Saturday, June 4, 2005
lalala, i've got nothing to say. Actually i've got much to say, but some too personal and i will never say, some too lengthy to say, some that i want to say but always seem to be eluding my bwain.
After carrying some cupboards from my auntie's old house to the trash bin, i'm absolutely glad that i never did sign on with the army to work on mechanical stuff. After becoming totally drained of energy, there's still the need to push oneself on to continue moving the stuff. Argh.. those days in the army ain't fun.
lalala, sometimes i wonder how those conmen trick people. Honest people can try with all their heart to talk sense into old men, but they never seem to be able to understand. haiz...
Obtw, it seems the applicaions are over for Sandra's date challenge. Despite it suppose to end at midnight 5th. Well.. anyway it's only 15 minutes away, so, unless u've prepared well before hand or u're superb typist, twiddling up a 1000 word essay so quickly...
After carrying some cupboards from my auntie's old house to the trash bin, i'm absolutely glad that i never did sign on with the army to work on mechanical stuff. After becoming totally drained of energy, there's still the need to push oneself on to continue moving the stuff. Argh.. those days in the army ain't fun.
lalala, sometimes i wonder how those conmen trick people. Honest people can try with all their heart to talk sense into old men, but they never seem to be able to understand. haiz...
Obtw, it seems the applicaions are over for Sandra's date challenge. Despite it suppose to end at midnight 5th. Well.. anyway it's only 15 minutes away, so, unless u've prepared well before hand or u're superb typist, twiddling up a 1000 word essay so quickly...
Friday, June 3, 2005
Salsa Lessons : Last Day, But I Didn't Go
Today is the last day of the Salsa crash course. But i was too sick to go. It would have been nice to have a partner coughing into your face while dancing, no? Well.. from many perspectives, it's a pity that i couldn't go. Oh well, shit happens.
Its times like these that i feel like i live in a shattered shell. Maybe my health is totally gone and i'll live with sickness for the rest of my life. Visiting the doctor today, looking around, i see only old aunties and uncles. No one anywhere near my age. Maybe i've become part of the group. The old and in need of frequent medical care. Yeah, shit happens, i know.
My mum's coming back from a China trip today. Considering that she had always been there to send me off and pick me up when i went to and from Gippy, i really feel bad when i didn't want to go pick her up becoz i was afraid the killer aircon in the airport would take me out. Shit happens, all the time : (
Its times like these that i feel like i live in a shattered shell. Maybe my health is totally gone and i'll live with sickness for the rest of my life. Visiting the doctor today, looking around, i see only old aunties and uncles. No one anywhere near my age. Maybe i've become part of the group. The old and in need of frequent medical care. Yeah, shit happens, i know.
My mum's coming back from a China trip today. Considering that she had always been there to send me off and pick me up when i went to and from Gippy, i really feel bad when i didn't want to go pick her up becoz i was afraid the killer aircon in the airport would take me out. Shit happens, all the time : (
Wednesday, June 1, 2005
I was happily blogder-ing when i discovered the sudden explosion of conspiracies with the technorati tags that go like sgblogconspiracy. Apparently, it was championed by mrbrown.
I went like, "This must be a sign!". So i prayed to Buddha, and i prayed to Allah, and i prayed to Jehovah (the alliteration stops at Jesus, so u get Jehovah instead) and all the moths that flew into my house, or my father's house if you need to be specific, and all the what nots. I even prayed to the Invisible Pink Unicorn and got poke in the arse by her holy pinkness, peace be unto her.
And finally, my Buddha, my Allah, my Jehovah, my moths, my what nots, and my Invisible Pink Unicorn, they revealed the truth to me. The truth of the sgblogconspiracy meme. The whole meme is a conspiracy itself. Whatever the conspirators said are true. And they're saying it to make us think that its some meme/game. By telling us the whole truth, they had hope to make it seem too incredible to believe! Some game... but its all true. One of the first strategy in the 36 Strategems the Art of Deception,
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Um... just in case anyone points out two contradicting conspiracies and say they can't be both true, i'll subscribe to circular reasoning. Its true, my blog says so wat.
*Update*
Thanks mr brown for linking.
Welcome blogders from mrbrown.
*End Update*
I went like, "This must be a sign!". So i prayed to Buddha, and i prayed to Allah, and i prayed to Jehovah (the alliteration stops at Jesus, so u get Jehovah instead) and all the moths that flew into my house, or my father's house if you need to be specific, and all the what nots. I even prayed to the Invisible Pink Unicorn and got poke in the arse by her holy pinkness, peace be unto her.
And finally, my Buddha, my Allah, my Jehovah, my moths, my what nots, and my Invisible Pink Unicorn, they revealed the truth to me. The truth of the sgblogconspiracy meme. The whole meme is a conspiracy itself. Whatever the conspirators said are true. And they're saying it to make us think that its some meme/game. By telling us the whole truth, they had hope to make it seem too incredible to believe! Some game... but its all true. One of the first strategy in the 36 Strategems the Art of Deception,
.Um... just in case anyone points out two contradicting conspiracies and say they can't be both true, i'll subscribe to circular reasoning. Its true, my blog says so wat.
*Update*
Thanks mr brown for linking.
Welcome blogders from mrbrown.
*End Update*
While i'm onto the number 42, the answer to the meaning of life, i thought i'll share this article with you.
Excerpt :
"Deep Thought", they said (that was the name of the computer, you
see) "Deep Thought, what is the meaning of Life, the Universe, and
Everything!?" Well, Deep Thought pondered the question for a moment,
then informed the scientists that they would have to be patient,
because such a question would take a while to work-out; seven-
and-a-half million years, to be precise.
So the Highly Advanced Civilisation waited patiently while Deep
Thought worked on the question, until the momentous day finally
arrived when the Greatest Computer in the Universe was to have the
answer to the Biggest Question in the Universe. The scientists
gathered around, counting down the minutes and seconds, until at
last! With no great fanfare Deep Thought churned and clicked and spit
out the answer to the question which had occupied the minds of an
entire race of people for eons.
"42."
Excuse me?
"The answer to your question is 42."
Needless to say, the scientists from the Highly Advanced Civilisation
were just a tad put-off by this answer, and began to question the
computational abilities of the Greatest Computer in the Universe.
Deep Thought spoke up. "Perhaps", it said, "Perhaps you didn't ask
the right question".
Continue reading
Do spend some time to read the rest of the article. Its quite a lovely piece.
Excerpt :
"Deep Thought", they said (that was the name of the computer, you
see) "Deep Thought, what is the meaning of Life, the Universe, and
Everything!?" Well, Deep Thought pondered the question for a moment,
then informed the scientists that they would have to be patient,
because such a question would take a while to work-out; seven-
and-a-half million years, to be precise.
So the Highly Advanced Civilisation waited patiently while Deep
Thought worked on the question, until the momentous day finally
arrived when the Greatest Computer in the Universe was to have the
answer to the Biggest Question in the Universe. The scientists
gathered around, counting down the minutes and seconds, until at
last! With no great fanfare Deep Thought churned and clicked and spit
out the answer to the question which had occupied the minds of an
entire race of people for eons.
"42."
Excuse me?
"The answer to your question is 42."
Needless to say, the scientists from the Highly Advanced Civilisation
were just a tad put-off by this answer, and began to question the
computational abilities of the Greatest Computer in the Universe.
Deep Thought spoke up. "Perhaps", it said, "Perhaps you didn't ask
the right question".
Continue reading
Do spend some time to read the rest of the article. Its quite a lovely piece.
A little on the Java Tech Forum i went to last friday. One of the speakers was showing code snippets and in one of his examples, he used an abitrary constant. The value of the constant was 42. And he went like, "Do any of u noe the meaning of the number 42?"
No one could answer. Or maybe there are those who read Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy and know what the speaker was prodding at. "It's the answer to life!", he exclaimed, "But no one knows what the question was." At this point, he fails to make any reference to Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, successfully dumbfounding a whole theatre of audience.
And we wonder why people stereotype software developers as living in their own world. Perhaps it is because they don't see a need to communicate with entities living just beyond their world, mainly due to no one being able to understand them if they (the developers) did.
Which brings the point to talking about software developers and their product. Somewhere along the long arduous journey of learning, they forgot the purpose of what they're doing, which is to create a tool for users. They begin to stuff what they assume as good for users into their programs/websites, failing utterly to even ask for any feedback. Then they push the product online, and when it fails, they blame it on unexpected traffic, first version hiccups and even poor Murphy and his law.
Obtw, 42 in Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy is not the "answer to life". It is the answer to the meaning of life. The meaning of the number 42, is unknown.
No one could answer. Or maybe there are those who read Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy and know what the speaker was prodding at. "It's the answer to life!", he exclaimed, "But no one knows what the question was." At this point, he fails to make any reference to Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, successfully dumbfounding a whole theatre of audience.
And we wonder why people stereotype software developers as living in their own world. Perhaps it is because they don't see a need to communicate with entities living just beyond their world, mainly due to no one being able to understand them if they (the developers) did.
Which brings the point to talking about software developers and their product. Somewhere along the long arduous journey of learning, they forgot the purpose of what they're doing, which is to create a tool for users. They begin to stuff what they assume as good for users into their programs/websites, failing utterly to even ask for any feedback. Then they push the product online, and when it fails, they blame it on unexpected traffic, first version hiccups and even poor Murphy and his law.
Obtw, 42 in Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy is not the "answer to life". It is the answer to the meaning of life. The meaning of the number 42, is unknown.
This cough and sore-throat thingy is becoming out of proportion. Two more days and i would have had sore-throat (and the lost of voice, though a fond friend teased that the broken voice might sound sexy to some O_o) for a full week. Maybe it needs some poison instead of medicine to cure poison, maybe more durians or something...
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