Friday, September 29, 2006

Presents

Birthday just passed. Received presents here and there.

But I realised that the present that I will always treasure the most would be the gift of literacy.

The ability to read Foxtrot, Calvin and Hobbes and laugh.

The ability to marvel at Sandman by Neil Gaiman.

The ability to be tickled by Terry Pratchet and Tom Holt.

The ability to wonder "What If?" by Harry Turtledove.

The ability to imagine with worlds gone by and yet to come, of lands near and far, of situations both possible and impossible.

Ah.. Bliss.

Wednesday, September 27, 2006

6 commonly believe things that are not true.

Did you know?

Never knew about 1,4,5 and 6.

Old but

ultimate showdown

+1 for the Snakes on a plane reference

+1 for actually using Chuck Noris.

Geek boy heaven.

My birthday!

Yay.

Friday, September 22, 2006

Probabilty of posting this = 0.00000000001%

Thursday, September 21, 2006

In case anyone has forgotten about it

Wednesday, September 20, 2006

Search for stuff

"band" last modified mp3 "index of" -html -htm -php -asp

replace "band" with the band you are searching for with quotes and place into google. Voila.

Monday, September 18, 2006

I believe

Shamelessly taken from American Gods by Neil Gaiman. I <3 Gaiman!

"I can believe things that are true and I can believe things that aren't true and I can believe things where nobody knows if they're true or not. I can believe in Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny and Marilyn Monroe and the Beatles and Elvis and Mister Ed. Listen-I believe that people are perfectible, that knowledge is infinite, that the world is run by secret banking cartels and is visited by aliens on a regular basis, nice ones that look like wrinkledy lemurs and bad ones who mutilate cattle and want our water and our women. I believe that the future sucks and I believe that the future rocks and I believe that one day White Buffalo Woman is going to come back and kick everyone's ass. I believe that all men are just overgrown boys with deep problems communicating and that the decline in good sex in America is coincident with the decline in drive-in movie theaters from state to state. I believe that all politicians are unprincipled crooks and I still believe that they are better than the alternative. I believe that California is going to sink into the sea when the big one comes, while Florida is going to dissolve into madness and alligators and toxic waste. I believe that antibacterial soap is destroying our resistance to dirt and disease so that one day we'll all be wiped out by the common cold like the Martians in War of the Worlds. I believe that the greatest poets of the last century were Edith Sitwell and Don Marquis, that jade is dried dragon sperm, and that thousands of years ago in a former life I was a one-armed Siberian shaman. I believe that mankind's destiny lies in the stars. I believe that candy really did taste better when I was a kid, that it's aerodynamically impossible for a bumblebee to fly, that light is a wave and a particle, that there's a cat in a box somewhere who's alive and dead at the same time (although if they don't ever open the box to feed it it'll eventually just be two different kinds of dead), and that there are stars in the universe billions of years older than the universe itself. I believe in a personal god who cares about me and worries and oversees everything I do. I believe in an impersonal god who set the universe in motion and went off to hang with her girlfriends and doesn't even know that I'm alive. I believe in an empty and godless universe of causal chaos, background noise, and sheer blind luck. I believe that anyone who says that sex is overrated just hasn't done it properly. I believe that anyone who claims to know what's going on will lie about the little things too. I
believe in absolute honesty and sensible social lies. I believe in a woman's right to choose, a baby's right to live, that while all human life is sacred there's nothing wrong with the death penalty if you can trust the legal system implicitly, and that no one but a moron would ever trust the legal system. I believe that life is a game, that life is a cruel joke, and that life is what happens when you're alive and that you might as well lie back and enjoy it." She stopped, out of breath.

Talk like a pirate day!

Eh shiver me timbers, talk like a pirate day be in the horizon. Nar be caught with ye pants down.

View this booty!

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

Geeks will understand





from here

Monday, September 11, 2006

Wow

Sunday, September 10, 2006

This is SOOOOO wrong....

Flight 3



Just read this comic the other day and I was so impressed by it, I'm going to recommend it to everyone.

It's a complilation of short comics written by various comic writters. The stories range from abstract (eh WTF?) to heartwarming.

Some of the ones that I really liked include

"Message in a Bottle" by Rodolphe Guenoden




A heartwarming story in which a guy sees a girl on a train feeling down. She's crying. He notices that her bag is left on the side, unwatched. He moves over, constantly eyeing the bag and seats on a seat behind her. While the girls is looking out of the window, he sneaks over and puts his hand into her bag.

The girl notices it and shrieks for help. A kind passenger grabs the boy and hits him. However the boy manages to escape when the train reaches the next station. The passenger goes back to see if the girl is ok and asks her if anything was stolen. The girl checkes her bag. Everything is there, and one additional thing.

A smiley face.

"So Far, So Close" by Bannister




A guy is sitting on a bus when he sees a girl. He looks at her, unable to take his eyes of him. She chances upon him looking at her, and smiles back. The guy, embarrased, turns away. A man comes in between them.

The boy is unhappy, unable to see the girl. He looks around the man, and sees the girl looking at him. The sunlight frames the girl giving her an angelic look. The boy is once again embarrased. When he next looks, he realises the girl is getting off at her stop.

When the bus leaves, they give each other a smile. They will probably never see each other again, but for that brief moment of time, they were connected.

I'm sure that has happened to most people in their life but to see it in pictures, was awesome.

Really recommend people to pick this up and take a look. It's a really interesting piece of work.

Next books I'm aiming for:

"American Gods" by Neil Gaiman
"The Why Cafe" (also known as "Why are you here cafe") by John P. Strelecky [*anybody has it? Can lend it to me?*]

Singlish

What I don't get is why the gahmen won't consider Singlish as a language onto itself.

You have British and American english, each with it's different spellings, use of words and phrases. You even have Australian english. So why not view Singlish as a language itself?

This means that while I can speak and use Singlish in informal situations, such as with friends, I will use proper English for serious stuff.

If the gahmen can actually seperate the 2, then there wouldn't be such a big hoo-hah and a need to stop people from speaking Singlish. In itself, I think Singlish is very much a part of our national identity and culture.

How do you identify a Singaporean overseas? Not neccessaryily by his clothes or mannerism, but once he opens his mouth to let out a "lah", you will immediately be able to identify with him.

With the gahmen so desperate to build up a Singaporean culture, and a "Uniquely Singaporean" image, there really should be a campaign to build up Singlish.

I am however not advocating Singlish instead of English. English has it's place and uses, not least in communicating with other people who do not know Singlish. But why must Singlish be viewed as a substitue, a replacement for English? Can't the 2 coexist side by side?

Thursday, September 07, 2006

Wo Ai Tai Mei!

Monday, September 04, 2006

Update!



This is actually a 3D model, not a photo. OMG. WTF.



Ok Go at the VMAS2006!

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