Life Story of this Blog Part II

You can read Part I too.

This blog is coming close to two years old, and the novelty and purpose of blogging is becoming lost on me. So i guess that's it. Nice meeting you guys (gals).

A date in the morning

This morning as i made my way to the bus stop, i came to the gate and saw the stray cat which chatted with me two nights ago. The cat was crouched facing the gate, i guess it must have been waiting for someone or some food.

Though i have never fed it before, i have pet it a couple times before. And seeing me open the gate, it rolled over and meowed for affection. It was as if it knew i was carrying a can of tuna in my bag which i have been doing for the past weeks. I was hoping i would bump into it in the midnights when i am returning home so i could feed it.

Anyway, someone already feeds it every midnight with fried rice, so i guess i'll just keep the tuna for myself. Not cheap leh..

The cat, the me and the that's all

I had a really terrible night. Had a couldn't sleep night the night before becoz of an arugment with somone, but yesterday was something totally different. I hadn't even been a naughty boy, going to bed at some time after midnight, hopefully to catch an uninterrupted eight hours of sleep to get prepare for the next day's activity.

Then some time in the middle of the night, the stray cat near my house, at the gate (this might sound like a short distance, but i actually live in the ninth floor) started chatting with me.

I was like What the hell?
The cat was like Woooraaooo
I was like But i'm trying to sleep..
The cat was like Woooraaooo
I was like Couldn't you do it another time, like when i'm not trying to sleep?
The cat was like Woooraaooo

Considering i was in the ninth floor, the place was kind of quiet. Or the cat was really loud.

Gah.. but i did manage to get back to sleep some time later, but the sleep was already interrupted. And i'm having a slight headache today.

Atheism stuff

A little about the burden of proof, in this case, the burden of description.

"It's not at all necessary for atheists to define "god" in order to say "I don't believe in any gods." Why? Because we have an abundance of theists who are going around providing their own definitions of "god" for us. Now, if theism didn't exist it would be technically true that everyone would be an atheist, but we wouldn't have a term for it - and anyone who tried to create such a term could be asked to define what this "god" thing is that they are talking about.

That, however, isn't the situation we have today. We aren't faced with a society where no one has heard of "gods" and, hence can't figure out what a "non-god-believer" means by "god." Instead, we are faced with a society where most people believe in at least one god of some sort and most of these believers are quite anxious to tell you all about their god. These, then, are the gods which atheists don't believe in.

In fact, it is arguable that atheists don't believe in all the same gods that theists don't believe in - except that atheists don't make an exception for the one or two gods that the theist does believe in. Now, you won't find anyone going around asking theists to define the gods they don't believe in, will you?"

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My baby niece

How old is my baby niece? Frankly, i have absolutely no idea, though i suspect that she is around one year old. For her, rather than tracking her age in years or months, i think of her in stages. She's now in the crawl-around-and-wobbly-stand-by-holding-onto-something-for-support stage. Though she isn't very mindful about what she holds as support, which includes stools that can fall and in one case, my cousin's hair. Not that the hair was that long or the person was that short, but he was lying there on the floor offering his head as some toy.

I have learned of two syllables of her um.. speech which kind of mean different things. The first one goes like... I have no idea what combination of letters could recreate the sound.. it goes something like mmmum. And sometimes she does this mmmum mmmum mmmum repetitively. I think it means she was displeased or something. Or so i overheard from her mum saying.

The other syllable sound somewhat like hehn which we'll hear when she is kind of happy. And then i proclaimed to my cousins saying that she has managed to learn the word hand.

Thus far i've only carried her once and i've quickly passed the feisty bundle back for fear of dropping her. I remember my poly project lecturer, Jasmine, saying something about the baby smell. Of which i have never been able to single out what exactly a baby smells like. Was it powder? vomit? or something else all together.

There was once when everyone was eating cups of ice-cream, and the little budle also wanted to have some, my auntie fed her two spoons of plain water and that kind of managed to settle her into quietness.

Oh well.. so much for now.

Bus stop adventures

Did i mention before a pretty girl with long hair big eyes and always almost takes bus 91A? Why do i say almost take bus 91A? Coz the girl had quite a few buses to choose from, though from her body language, she seem to prefer bus 91A. My guess is that bus 91A brings her closer to her workplace. Or it could be because i'm too attractive and she wanna take the bus with me. After all, the universe does revolve around me.

What happens is this. She stands at the bus stop.. she always stands. Though there was once she took a seat next to me on the bus stop bench. But i was too busy scouring some book, think it was Hitchhiker, to chat with her.

Anyway, as she waits at the bus stop, some bus like 198 or some number that heads along the same direction that is somewhat towards NUS comes along, she would wait for other people to board first while glancing further up the road to see if bus 91A is arriving. When 91A doesn't seem to be arriving anytime soon, she boards the bus and takes the seat that's just behind the driver. She always take that seat.

Anyway, most of the time, after she has boarded the bus, 91A would come strolling in a minute or two, lol.

Someone went to work earlier than me

The schools have started and the buses are crawling. I reached my office at around the usual time for non-school-holidays which was 0815, 45 minutes before i officially start work. No telling when i'll start work if at all. *Ahem*

I was kind of shocked when i discovered the office door was unlocked and all the lights on. Someone actually came to the office before me! Turns out that the admin girl is working full time this year, from 8 to 4.

Hmm.. might be the boss way of spot checking on what i do from 8 to 9.. Oh well..

Pogo who?

Gah... there's so many Pogo around. There even a comic strip with a cartoon opossum called Pogo. And then there's also Pogo Paradox.

A rather famous Pogo Paradox, somewhat Pogo that is, is Terminator series. Where the machines from the future sends Terminator back in time to kill the father of some leader of a future rebel faction, so that the leader would never be born and the rebel faction never existed.

I think most of us know the story, the good guy destroyed Arnold Somethingneger. Then some company called Skynet, i think, researched on the undestroyed hand of Arnold Ican'tspellneger and acheived major technological advances which made the take over by the machines possible.

Bongo Wisdom

In the recent, or not so recent, cases of seditious bloggers, some judge said something like, "Freedom of speech must be balanced with freedom from offence.". Then later on in Singabloodypore, one of the authors had linked to an article talking about the need for the right to offence. Me no seditious, me Bongo! Bongo the barbarian, not seditious. You Pogo, no say me seditious.

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On a totally unrelated note, i heard my auntie say recently, that she listen to a radio show recently. The radio programme talked about Taiwanese drivers. You no Taiwanese say me seditious, me Bongo, he radio deejay. Anyway, the deejay said that when one Taiwanese driver pointed a middle finger at another driver, the other driver will point back his/her own middle finger. And both drivers start pointing their fingers here and there like some sort of a disco thingy. Makes me wonder how they drive.

Me Bongo, bad Bongo, add stuff here and there. Basically they just pointed their fingers, that's all.

Then the deejay went on to talk about Nogum drivers. He (deejays are not male?) said that when one driver points the golden finger, the drivers will start getting out of their cars to get some action (fist fight, not nookie).

Which makes me think, whether Nogum citizens are so innoculated against offence that they do not know how to handle it when they encounter it.

Um.. i do not consider agrression as knowing how to handle it.