thou shalt not conform when thou could blaze thy own path..
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Howdy ya'll!
Haha..have been in silence a while. Time and work is catching up, so I thought I'd like to do some catching up with ya'll, since I'm only a click away. :)
As you know, djp's applications are being reviewed by MDC. If MDC intends to explore other alternative to djp, ltp44 might be the last baby ltp as of now. Which means, it's up to us the existing ltpians to make a difference, either in our lives or in others.
I've joined ltp15 since august year 2003; took up mdc internship for 6 months, working at the posted company for a month before i moved to join another com with an ex coll of mine. Till then, i've been at the same company for a year and 2 months now. :)
Before working for the mdc posted company, I was just like every fresh grads there were in year 2003. Twas a time where all the freshies graduated; USM, UPM, UM, UKM, Tar College etc etc. I was worried cos i hav to compete with a batch of Tarcians looking for job as it was their training period and as we all know, Malaysian companies prefer to hire fresh grads as interns over contract or permanent post for some very obvious reasons. haha..some more Tar College released 2 batches of interns in a year, so if u failed to secure a job at the middle of the year, the chances are getting slimmer as more Tarcians are released from their school compound. headache headache..
Along my path to job searching, I got to do lots of irrelevant jobs not related to the course i was studying, which was system management. I had had a job where my post was database admin, but i was doin data entry. Twas a challenge trying to keep awake as I typed in the constant faxed in data. I can tell u one thing; falling asleep while ur hands typing away is possible! haha..talk about reflex, man.
Anyway, not long later i joined mdc internship and was posted at a client's site. Then the real work began. The only transport I had was lrt, and i had to travel 45 min from wangsa maju to asia jaya. I learnt how to sleep standing in the lrt train, read tonnes of books along my waiting and learnt tat the sun summarizes everything in the daily newspaper for the day. I had a chance to work with a CRM team doin saleslogix implementations and followed the business consultant for act! presentation to potential leads and clients. Twas a blur haze of very enlightening events as I learnt new skills along the way and see how a great organisation worked. There were times where I had to stay back to work finishing off projects and rushing datelines and stuff, but twas irrelevant to the experiences I was gaining, imagine my polished resume..
During my stay at the company, I was attending MDC's courses where I met my current ltp15 mates and ltp12 bbq event where i met up with a lot of other ltpians for the first ever LTP AGE (Annual Gathering Event). I remembered John mentioning that it was our first ever, and hopefully not the last. The phrase stuck. AGE Camp 2005 marked the second. AGE Ball 2006 will mark the third ever. Hopefully after tat, there will be more. :)
Ltp12 bbq event at Taman Warisan, Putrajaya was a moment of many meeting points at KLCC, after work I'd rush for lrt to reach there. We had it every week discussing on the bbq at the few end months of 2003, as the dateline was kinda close and there were some stuff not yet finalised. Munira was then coordinator and she did a great job all thru the end, making sure we hang on in there till the launching and finishing. Eric was the ever steady ltp12 president, cool and poised, though at some point he was havin some doubts on continuing the project, haha..we had to coy him back to the game. (shaking head) Alan of ltp12 was the head of pr back then; funny and hyper, he let me and khai experimented on watever methods of pr we could do to inform the existing ltpians and future ltpians into the first ever ltp gathering. We had fun spamming the ltpians thru mails and then free method of sms sending thru yahoo mails. *sigh..too bad the sms method for maxis is no longer available now. For those who were surprised in receiving the sms and spam, thousand apologies frm me. :P The bbq went like a cinch and khairiyah of ltp17 did a great job in preparing for the catering and door gifts. She is a gem and a great pr. :) Joshua of ltp12 was then treasurer, seow of ltp15, manmeet of ltp13 and vince of ltp13 were one of the many strong ppl behind the happenings of the event during the bbq. We had a montaj goin on, done by Putri of ltp12 (did i get it rite? :P). I had one heck of a nite..and I believed many had too. (pics : http://photos.groups.yahoo.com/group/LTPEvent/lst in folder BBQ and BBQ_2) I met many ltpians tat nite whom became friends I had today.
The ending of ltp12's bbq also marked the beginning of a new year of 2004. Where I changed working environment, involved in 5 projects with the current company i'm in today, went for charis home, jinjang and joined AGE Camp 2005's committee. So many memoirs..
At charis I met ltp21's keat, kelley, ellie, yong sein, nate, pooi san, ken, lee chean, alicia of ltp25 and president hairul of ltp21. They had their community work where they invited other ltpians for the ride. Twas a fun event where we went to meet a bunch of hyper kids and spent some time with them. Watched Monster Inc ala cinema using projector which keat borrowed and had lunches together. Thanks ltp21 for inviting. I really had fun back then. :) (http://www.myltp.net/gallery/thumbnails.php?album=7)
Jinjang project was suggested by djp. All i can say bout the event was; please click on the many pics we took from surveillance team to play time to painting to mural to finishing touches. It was a few weekends of visits, lunches and dinners together, paint spraying, football and other artistic honing skills event. I remembered meeting many faces of ltpians at Jinjang, all committed to the painting sessions. From ltp13 to ltp32, friends of ltpians and djpians who came along as well. All i can say is; MORE painting sessions! haha..we couldnt stop havin fun then..*sigh..(lost in reverie). Thanks loads for sharing the fun time we had together. :) Alvin and Chen Yong, u did good on the drawing for the murals. Salute salute. One day we go back see the product of our labour, nak? :D Reen! Bila balik kl ni? Let's go see ur footprint kat Jinjang..haha..Seow, u did good on the arrangements n logistics man. Kudos. :)
(http://www.myltp.net/gallery/thumbnails.php?album=3 and http://www.myltp.net/gallery/thumbnails.php?album=6)
AGE Camp 2005 preparation was done by ltp24; where I met a bunch of ppl who knows how to hav fun and get the job done. :D Sheila, Jimmy, Eza, Siddiq, Amelia of ltp28, Weng Kin of ltp28, Saiful of ltp28, Meor of ltp31, Shah of ltp31, Adrian of ltp23, Nadia of ltp23, Kelley of ltp21, Seow of ltp15. Lotsa logistics, little little things to keep track of, reminding each other wat to bring, logistics, logistics, logistics..(headache). But we really had lotsa fun. :) I remembered captain ball, wood collecting session, water splashing session, setting up tents, preparation for bbq, nite concert ala DJungle People (they sang and can give u a run for ur money, darn semangat la the dudes there..eyes rolling), John's bday party celeb, talking n sleeping under the starry skies w the rest of the ltpians, nite watches separated between the ltpians participants (scared kereta kena curi u see). There were around 50 headcounts tat nite, mostly made of ltp33 the coolest group available then, course la..babies maaa..haha..:P Fun time meeting up old friends and new friends alike. :)
(surveilance : http://www.myltp.net/gallery/thumbnails.php?album=5 , the rest of the photos not yet uploaded, too many..another headache..eyes rolling)
All i can say after involving with AGE 2005 is; please please make the next year's event indoor. haha..and it's really not easy to organise an event where most ltpians can spare some time with the rest. For those who's able to spare some of their time with us, thank you and it's great knowing u. Do come out to play more often. :)
At first I didnt know I'll be meeting so many ltpians along the way, some friend's of ltpians and some their family members. :)
I shall never forget all those moments we shared up at Cameron, especially amongst my own ltp; ltp15. Whom I've met many friends I still keep in my yahoo messenger; Kenny, Seow, Steven, Meeyee, Nurin, Putera, Nureda, Nana, Harvin, Kenneth, Shereen, Dyana. We've passed by the starting line of the rat race, a year and a half had passed, and here we are today. Still within virtual click with one another. :)
All I can summarise frm my 2 years time working and interacting with the ltpians are; I can write very well and I'm grateful for MDC internship and for DJP's LTP Program. Without both, I'd missed so much of the above memoirs. :)
Please share with us wat the mdc internships and djp programs had done for u. I've shared a part of my life with u all, do share with us urs. :)
Peace and keep the flame abright. Cheers mates.
cheers-to-monday,
ngy of ltp15
Labels: Knick-Knacks
posted by M.E. # 9:17 PM 1 Comments
one little two little three little indian..four..
darn..still at office. now's 11 pm. aint it sad.
anyway..finally got time to write some blog. tiring as it is, i find it's ironic tat i only hav time to write blog when i'm working late or frustrated.
anyway, just sharing a few stuff.
working for $ can really kill a person's life. working for interest on the other hand, will make a person willing to stay back and chip in extra time for all of tat. i guess i'm doin it for both, though at times i do feel like "screw it, i'm outta here." but cowardice and fear makes me stay back. *sigh..it feels like yellow..and taste like chicken..
system's spurting bugs and error messages as i type. oo humanity..i wasnt a hardcore programmer, merely one who's capable of manipulating front end data's n all. troubleshooting just aint my cup of tea..(eyes rolling). but i'm just too stubborn to admit defeat is all. just hanging in there..more bugs will make me a better troubleshooter in the future..oo humanity..spare me. i'm such an optimistic freak!!! arghhh!!!
anyway..was chauffering 2 of me pals last weekend. never know i can get lost and be so lucky in a day. just show's life's bias towards some ppl (read : me).
feeling a bit pukish rite now..due to overexposure to laptop screen light and not moving around much for the past more than 8 hrs.
*sigh..forgot to check on my mum again. *bummed-out.
posted by M.E. # 10:52 PM 0 Comments
u want, i want
heard from a friend today. bout different wantings and desires in a relationship.
here's the senario;
boy likes gal. gal likes boy. so they try it out for chance. then work interfere, both are bz w work. some times, boy more bz. some times gal's bz. along the time, boy and gal lost the thing tat makes them wanting to start out a rela. boy blames gal not caring enough, gal blames boy not affectionate enough. so by mutual understanding, both go back to friends. cos boy wants a gal who's gonna b there for him and gal wants a guy who's a pillar to count on. she wants this, he wants tat. chemistry dies in the middle.
well, sometimes w the best chemistry in the world, there's still other stuff to consider. expectations..dreams..halucinations. sometimes u kinda lost in the middle of it all, other times u stopped caring.
i used to think too much when it comes to tis sort of stuff, but it aint so. sometimes u just take it one step at a time, a day at a time. and before u know it..a year's passed and u r still together. then u like the familiarity and another year pass by. along the way..hard time comes and good time goes..but u r still together. sometimes u think it aint worth it..but u still hang on. gals mostly will judge on whether he's the one or not, and quarrel over small petty stuff she thought he doesnt care bout her enough and bla bla bla. all i can say is i'm darn lucky i'm not stuck in the middle of tis.
haha..i look at my sis and the bf. sticky like chewing gum. but they seem happy together and willing to make things work out. the amazing thing is both can fight in almost all the shopping complex there are out there..haha. i salute her for tat, cos i dun think i can compromise a lot of myself for another person. like another friend said, mayb i just havent found the guy yet. haha..i'll pray it'll not come too soon.
i guess sometimes in a rela, u need to hav a bias goin on. at first one party gt b advocating it, persuading it, another just goin along for the ride. along the time, the party advocating would hope he/she did all it can to make the other stay..sometimes it works out, sometimes it doesnt. guess tis is life..a motion of if-i-like-the-feel-i'll-hang-along-else-i'll-b-on-my-way. *sigh..i'm tired of all of tis sh*te.
i hope tat one day shuld anything happens..we'll both b really into each other and willing to make things work out; lotsa honesty and open communication and dream sharing. aint too hard..eh?
Labels: Dilemmas
posted by M.E. # 2:26 PM 0 Comments
Lost in Translation
translation from a chinese song thru my understanding:
i lock myself and left a sliver of sunshine thru the window
the day has yet to begin, i merely stare at the wall
just stare as the time went by
remembering u
i open the tv n listen to other ppl's confession
mayb their stories can tell me smtg
the kind of love you want, i can't learn
merely staring at the phone
i cant give u the past, i'll give u the present
silent separation mayb is another confession
as tears fall, the sound shatter
in the center of the separation i finally understood / in separation i finally realise
chorus :
i give u the last affection by letting u go
no longer wanted to stay in oblivion
the void of feeling i shall leave it to the universe to understand
and keep my love in my pocket n live for another day
the last best affection is by letting go
dun wanna keep on hanging and blame on anybody
feeling is such a fickle business and the world is such a sea of ppl
my heart will have to learn to wait again
-----end of song
or mayb tat's the connotation i have of it. hmm..deep stuff. didnt know i hav such an intense feeling for a chinese song, coming from a banana, tat's outta norm.
which explains y i dun listen much to chinese songs. too deep for my shallow heart.. posted by M.E. # 1:55 PM 0 Comments
i lock myself and left a sliver of sunshine thru the window
the day has yet to begin, i merely stare at the wall
just stare as the time went by
remembering u
i open the tv n listen to other ppl's confession
mayb their stories can tell me smtg
the kind of love you want, i can't learn
merely staring at the phone
i cant give u the past, i'll give u the present
silent separation mayb is another confession
as tears fall, the sound shatter
in the center of the separation i finally understood / in separation i finally realise
chorus :
i give u the last affection by letting u go
no longer wanted to stay in oblivion
the void of feeling i shall leave it to the universe to understand
and keep my love in my pocket n live for another day
the last best affection is by letting go
dun wanna keep on hanging and blame on anybody
feeling is such a fickle business and the world is such a sea of ppl
my heart will have to learn to wait again
-----end of song
or mayb tat's the connotation i have of it. hmm..deep stuff. didnt know i hav such an intense feeling for a chinese song, coming from a banana, tat's outta norm.
which explains y i dun listen much to chinese songs. too deep for my shallow heart.. posted by M.E. # 1:55 PM 0 Comments
Ironies of Laughter
i dun hav time to pen my own blog..i was too bz laughing at my laptop screen and at the ironies life pass to me.
so i renegade and plagiarise with abandonment..
Ironies of Laughter
Douglas Jones
Irony is a dangerous lifestyle, especially around people with easy access to staplers. But Socrates raised petty irony to a new high, and Athens responded, justly, by making it a capital crime. The philosophical Greeks were never very comfortable with irony or humor in general. For them, the real world was geometry, and geometricians have yet to produce a notable line of comics.
In his final dialogue, titled Laws, Plato was finally able to cut loose once his tedious teacher Socrates was gone and buried. Apparently, even Plato got fed up with irony and humor and recommended punishing comics: "Do we admit into our state the comic writers who are so fond of making mankind ridiculous?" To which the reply was: "A comic poet, or maker of iambic or satirical lyric verse, shall not be permitted to ridicule any of the citizens, either by word or likeness, either in anger or without anger. And if any one is disobedient, the judges shall either at once expel him from the country, or he shall pay a fine of three minae." To make such a law against comics is like scaring off a lion by waving steak. So when the ancient comics were forced to choose between exile and the three minae fine, they begged for microphones.
But why go to such lengths for comedy? Why does comedy provoke such responses? What is the meaning of laughter? Why is laughter always surrounded by fines, suicide, and blank stares? Can I fit any more questions here? Charles Darwin claimed we laugh in order to win the best food at a restaurant. That explains why waitresses don't laugh, but it doesn't explain the oddness of laughter. It is quite the bodily thing. It is often beyond our control. Our body just takes over, self-control gone. Simon Critchley notes "In laughing violently, I lose self-control in a way that is akin to the moments of radical corporeal exposure that follow an orgasm or when crying turns into an uncontrollable sobbing. . . . [L]aughter is an explosion expressed with the body. When I laugh vigorously, I literally experience an oscillation or vibration of the organs, which is why it can hurt when you laugh."
Scripture commends self-control but not forever, not for the eschatalogically mature. Self-control is more like training wheels. The whole direction of the New Covenant moves away from external controls toward the law-made-instinct on the heart (Jer. 31:33,34), a move away from training wheels toward instinctive wheelies. Barry Sanders ties the absence of grunted self-control in laughter to the goals of Eden: "One might argue that only inside the Garden of Eden can we experience our true nature, in that idyllic place where we are free to act without the restraints of shame or embarrassment, where we are free to be ourselves. Little kids who spin madly about and finally fall, giggling all the way down to the ground, their arms and legs turning every which way, have abandoned themselves to the same giddy state. How delightful to be so out of control —so safely, so playfully out of control." Laughter is a taste of Eden, a return to childhood without the height disadvantages. When Jesus confirms this with, "whoever humbles himself as this little child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven" (Mt. 18:4), we should think of spinning kids.
Abraham and Sarah had this sort of laugh attack. First, the Lord framed the comic attitude for Abraham: You know what's weird about the covenant? And then He gave the setup premise: It offers diapers as retirement benefits. The punchline is history, and "Abraham fell on his face and laughed. Shall a child be born to a man who is one hundred years old? And shall Sarah, who is ninety years old, bear a child?" (Gen. 17:17).
Though Abraham did get into trouble with Sarah for blurting out her age so loudly before the Lord, he still didn't get the depth of the joke. Abraham replied, "Oh, that Ishmael might live before You!" Abraham offered that other kid. Perhaps Abraham was concerned about the threat of nightfeedings, or how his friends would tease him about how old he would be when Isaac graduated from college. But the God of the Gospel is the God of foolish means: "God has chosen the foolish things of the world to put to shame the wise" (1 Cor. 1:27). I love the fact that Abraham actually fell on his face. A pratfall grounds the very origins of the gospel. It is part of the greatness of Abraham that he knows God so well that he can laugh at God in God's presence and be hailed as the friend of God (Jam. 2:23). This actually tells us much more about God than Abraham. Jehovah is the friend of the best kind of foolish things, not angst, scowls, academic prose, or rice cakes.
Sarah laughed too. The Lord got laughed at every time He introduced this plan—a sure sign of its brilliance. "Sarah laughed within herself, saying, `After I have grown old, shall I have pleasure, my lord being old also?'" Then she went into denial and weaseled for a moment like a presidential candidate caught making an ethnic joke. But in what seemed like years later, the length of a pregnancy, Sarah laughed again, unpolitical this time: "`God has made me laugh, and all who hear will laugh with me.' She also said, `Who would have said to Abraham that Sarah would nurse children? For I have borne him a son in his old age," (Gen. 21:6,7). Notice this time the quick dig at Abraham's age but not her own. Sanders says, "Sarah's announcement of the event stands out as the only instance in the Old Testament of joyous laughter. . . . Thus Sarah establishes a covenant, one forged out of laughter, with everyone, including strangers, who hears the news of her miracle." I'm sure much of this claim is false, but it certainly sounded good on a first reading.
These episodes provide test-tube cases for figuring out the meaning of the weird bodily sounds we call laughter. At least, they help us defeat one historically prominent explanation of laughter, namely, the superiority view, the view that "laughter signals the wit's sense of superiority and is a most effective technique for correcting the butt's errors," as F. H. Buckley has recently argued in The Morality of Laughter. His book is quite a delight, and I wish we had more like it, but I must part ways with his central thesis.
In claiming that laughter always signals a personal sense of superiority, Buckley could seemingly point to evidence like comic Brian Kiley's quip, "My kids can be cranky and don't like to take baths. They're like little Europeans." Or as Emo Phillips says: "New York is such a wonderful city. Although I was at the library today. The guy was very rude. I said, `I'd like a card.' He says, `You have to prove you're a citizen of New York.' So I stabbed him."
Here Europeans, New Yorkers, and kids are the joke butts, and the wits hover over them in superiority. Buckley doesn't argue that a sense of superiority alone is sufficient to produce laughter, or else super models would be funny. But superiority, he says, is necessary in every joke, and it, along with sociability, surprise, and playfulness, generally cause laughter. Superiority, he argues, even shows up in humor that is merely exuberant, innocent, ironic, or self-deprecatory; they all at least "take pride in our clarity of vision."
One problem with Buckley's explanation is that it turns all laughter into a classroom. Every humorous comment becomes a hidden exercise of frowning social reform. Comedy is reduced to moralism. Buckley says, "Our laughter teaches him [the butt] valuable lessons about life. . . . [L]aughter assumes a normative order from which the butt has deviated. The thesis holds that laughter signals our derision at a defective act or life. Since this entails a comparison with superior life, comic vices assume comic virtues, and he who laughs must in his own way be a moralist." I'm all for a normative order that comedy assumes, but that order isn't just ethical. Certain jokes and humor genres focus on morality. Satire, for one, is didactic in this way, but not everything is.
To force all humor into the closet of genuine moralistic superiority misses the spirit of most comedy. One implication of Buckley's moralistic explanation of humor is that every joke must somehow be deeply serious about changing some behavior. But most comedy doesn't really care about serious reform. It often pretends to care, but not really. For example, Paula Poundstone says, "The problem with cats is that they get the same exact look whether they see a moth or an ax murderer." On the surface, it looks like simple superiority, humans over cats. But does she really want to change cat behavior? Is she truly deriding a defect in cats? No, she's just playing; she's getting us to enjoy this weird world we live in. Similarly, Rita Rudner says, "Never play peekaboo with a child on a long plane trip. There's no end to the game. Finally, I grabbed him by the bib and said, `Look, it's always gonna be me.'" Seems like clear superiority again; we presumably find glee in being superior to kids, and we want them to drop their comic vices. No we don't. She's not urging us toward an ideal world where children don't obsess about peekaboo.
There are even jokes that explicitly sound moralistic but aren't, as when Steven Wright says, "I think it's wrong that only one company makes the game Monopoly." If Wright did really care about this and wanted to change the world this way, it wouldn't be funny. Buckley sometimes explains away counterexamples by suggesting that it's not always the joke that invokes superiority but the comic himself. We laugh, he says, because the comic is playing dumb, and we are superior enough to grasp the comic's true wit. But by that convolution in qualification, we've arrived at the odd consequence that the joke itself isn't even important for laughter. Real superiority isn't, as Buckley says, the "key that unlocks every door." He set superiority over play, when it's actually reversed. Play does all the real work, and most of the time, only a pseudo superiority helps out in the background. A pseudo superiority is an ironic superiority. It isn't serious; it's playing. Laughter itself is an irony.
We also have to ask why we would consider superiority itself to be funny. Why would delighting in power over something make us laugh? That sounds so tediously secular. Modern secularism is obsessed with power, power relations, fear of power, getting-in power, uncovering power, market power, sleeping with power, power lunches, power moves, empowering power, power tools, and power-ade. They have only this one key on their piano. Secularists force everything into power categories, oblivious to how tiresome that is.
The Trinitarian universe doesn't run on power but grace—a fundamental parting of the ways the Church is still learning to grasp. Much of Christ's ministry focused on poking fun at those who thought the world ran by power; He kept inverting things, using foolish things, just as the Godhead did with Abraham. That wonderful line from Tolkien's Lord of the Rings about the dullness of Sauron should frame the struggle for us: "That we should wish to cast him down and have no one in his place is not a thought that occurs to his mind."
Buckley's whole understanding of superiority is alien to the Christian scheme of things, though Buckley is openly Christian in his discussion, calling laughter a special gift of heaven, the word made flesh, and likens it to the Holy Spirit. He wants to tie laughter to the very core of divine reality, but apparently, he supposes that core is primarily law, duty, and normativity rather than play or joy, with law flowing out of those. One chilling consequence of Buckley's superiority view is that there could be no laughter before creation within the fellowship of Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. They could not joke because there would be no genuine superiority within the Trinity. This is a serious check. But, if play is the heart of laughter, then the Trinity can be the actual source of laughter, past, present, and future.
Sarah better shows us the meaning of laughter. It needn't always signal superior contempt for lesser things. "God has made me laugh, and all who hear will laugh with me." She laughs at the glorious foolishness of God. She doesn't have to stand above God to laugh or even get us to side with her hidden superiority in a self-deprecating way. She laughs from joy within the play of Jehovah; she laughs to be within wild grace. And we can laugh, too, at images of much lesser redemptive significance; we laugh to be within this fountain of life in the created order: "I have two stepchildren. They're half Swedish and half Norwegian. They're see through." (Cathy Ladman). "You ever notice whenever you're with someone and they taste something that tastes bad, they always want you to taste it immediately. `This is disgusting. Taste it'" (Ellen DeGeneres). "Why is it that with birthday cakes you can blow on them and spit on them and everyone rushes to get a piece?" (Bobby Kelton).
The problem, however, with understanding laughter generally as a sign of play is that it, too, is obviously false. Not everyone is a Sarah. There are many who fall into the realm of "those who hate Me love death" (Prov. 8:36). What this suggests is that within a Christian universe there can be no uniform explanation of what laughter points to. The theological antithesis which pervades all of life shows up in laughter, too. There are those who love the Trinitarian gift of life and those who hate it; laughter can signify different things for each—the laughter signaling joy vs. the laughter signaling resentment. We hear both kinds. The laughter of resentment genuinely hates life and truly complains against legitimate constraint and pain. In the realm of resentment, the comedy of petty superiority and power fits nicely. It complains against anything that limits that prime Enlightenment divinity: the individual will.
Like everything else, comedy is religious, and so doubly ironic. The laughter signaling play—Trinitarian laughter—can pretend, can be ironic, with all sorts of unimportant superiorities and even faux complaints out of a deep delight with the gift of creation (and Trinitarian satire doesn't have to play with superiority; it aims to show God's own glory). On the other hand, the laughter of resentment includes the irony of pretending to give joy to a crowd, but the deeper despair is genuine. What could be funny in a universe where the highest values are survival and domination, where play has no place to stand or at least lean? Darwin is only funny in a Christian universe.
As history progresses, the humor of resentment has to collapse on itself for want of joy, but the laughter of play will inherit the earth in history and "you shall laugh" (Lk. 6:21). So, now, where are the great comic traditions bursting forth from Christendom?
-----end of article
truthfully saying, i got lost in the scripture irony..so dun ask me wat's the article bout. i merely thought it'd render my readers to the state of oblivion, aka total bliss for me..*droolin..
-----more ironic phrases
Love is grand; divorce is a hundred grand.
Time may be a great healer, but it's a lousy beautician.
Never be afraid to try something new.
Remember, amateurs built the Ark.
Professionals built the Titanic.
Conscience is what hurts when everything else feels so good.
Talk is cheap because supply exceeds demand.
An optimist thinks that this is the best possible world.
A pessimist fears that this is true.
In just two days, tomorrow will be yesterday.
I plan on living forever.
So far, so good.
It's frustrating when you know all the answers, but nobody bothers to ask you the questions.
Brain cells come and brain cells go,
but fat cells live forever.
Age doesn't always bring wisdom.
Sometimes age comes alone.
Life not only begins at forty,
it also begins to show.
You don't stop laughing because you grow old,
you grow old because you stopped laughing.
-----end of ironic phrases
..tonite i shall bury myself in my own irony; working overtime.
cheer up..(i was talking to myself, had had enough doses of irony for the day, this even beats prozac i tell u..i'm practically stoned-cum-droolin..another vege staring at the monitor screen..)
so i renegade and plagiarise with abandonment..
Ironies of Laughter
Douglas Jones
Irony is a dangerous lifestyle, especially around people with easy access to staplers. But Socrates raised petty irony to a new high, and Athens responded, justly, by making it a capital crime. The philosophical Greeks were never very comfortable with irony or humor in general. For them, the real world was geometry, and geometricians have yet to produce a notable line of comics.
In his final dialogue, titled Laws, Plato was finally able to cut loose once his tedious teacher Socrates was gone and buried. Apparently, even Plato got fed up with irony and humor and recommended punishing comics: "Do we admit into our state the comic writers who are so fond of making mankind ridiculous?" To which the reply was: "A comic poet, or maker of iambic or satirical lyric verse, shall not be permitted to ridicule any of the citizens, either by word or likeness, either in anger or without anger. And if any one is disobedient, the judges shall either at once expel him from the country, or he shall pay a fine of three minae." To make such a law against comics is like scaring off a lion by waving steak. So when the ancient comics were forced to choose between exile and the three minae fine, they begged for microphones.
But why go to such lengths for comedy? Why does comedy provoke such responses? What is the meaning of laughter? Why is laughter always surrounded by fines, suicide, and blank stares? Can I fit any more questions here? Charles Darwin claimed we laugh in order to win the best food at a restaurant. That explains why waitresses don't laugh, but it doesn't explain the oddness of laughter. It is quite the bodily thing. It is often beyond our control. Our body just takes over, self-control gone. Simon Critchley notes "In laughing violently, I lose self-control in a way that is akin to the moments of radical corporeal exposure that follow an orgasm or when crying turns into an uncontrollable sobbing. . . . [L]aughter is an explosion expressed with the body. When I laugh vigorously, I literally experience an oscillation or vibration of the organs, which is why it can hurt when you laugh."
Scripture commends self-control but not forever, not for the eschatalogically mature. Self-control is more like training wheels. The whole direction of the New Covenant moves away from external controls toward the law-made-instinct on the heart (Jer. 31:33,34), a move away from training wheels toward instinctive wheelies. Barry Sanders ties the absence of grunted self-control in laughter to the goals of Eden: "One might argue that only inside the Garden of Eden can we experience our true nature, in that idyllic place where we are free to act without the restraints of shame or embarrassment, where we are free to be ourselves. Little kids who spin madly about and finally fall, giggling all the way down to the ground, their arms and legs turning every which way, have abandoned themselves to the same giddy state. How delightful to be so out of control —so safely, so playfully out of control." Laughter is a taste of Eden, a return to childhood without the height disadvantages. When Jesus confirms this with, "whoever humbles himself as this little child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven" (Mt. 18:4), we should think of spinning kids.
Abraham and Sarah had this sort of laugh attack. First, the Lord framed the comic attitude for Abraham: You know what's weird about the covenant? And then He gave the setup premise: It offers diapers as retirement benefits. The punchline is history, and "Abraham fell on his face and laughed. Shall a child be born to a man who is one hundred years old? And shall Sarah, who is ninety years old, bear a child?" (Gen. 17:17).
Though Abraham did get into trouble with Sarah for blurting out her age so loudly before the Lord, he still didn't get the depth of the joke. Abraham replied, "Oh, that Ishmael might live before You!" Abraham offered that other kid. Perhaps Abraham was concerned about the threat of nightfeedings, or how his friends would tease him about how old he would be when Isaac graduated from college. But the God of the Gospel is the God of foolish means: "God has chosen the foolish things of the world to put to shame the wise" (1 Cor. 1:27). I love the fact that Abraham actually fell on his face. A pratfall grounds the very origins of the gospel. It is part of the greatness of Abraham that he knows God so well that he can laugh at God in God's presence and be hailed as the friend of God (Jam. 2:23). This actually tells us much more about God than Abraham. Jehovah is the friend of the best kind of foolish things, not angst, scowls, academic prose, or rice cakes.
Sarah laughed too. The Lord got laughed at every time He introduced this plan—a sure sign of its brilliance. "Sarah laughed within herself, saying, `After I have grown old, shall I have pleasure, my lord being old also?'" Then she went into denial and weaseled for a moment like a presidential candidate caught making an ethnic joke. But in what seemed like years later, the length of a pregnancy, Sarah laughed again, unpolitical this time: "`God has made me laugh, and all who hear will laugh with me.' She also said, `Who would have said to Abraham that Sarah would nurse children? For I have borne him a son in his old age," (Gen. 21:6,7). Notice this time the quick dig at Abraham's age but not her own. Sanders says, "Sarah's announcement of the event stands out as the only instance in the Old Testament of joyous laughter. . . . Thus Sarah establishes a covenant, one forged out of laughter, with everyone, including strangers, who hears the news of her miracle." I'm sure much of this claim is false, but it certainly sounded good on a first reading.
These episodes provide test-tube cases for figuring out the meaning of the weird bodily sounds we call laughter. At least, they help us defeat one historically prominent explanation of laughter, namely, the superiority view, the view that "laughter signals the wit's sense of superiority and is a most effective technique for correcting the butt's errors," as F. H. Buckley has recently argued in The Morality of Laughter. His book is quite a delight, and I wish we had more like it, but I must part ways with his central thesis.
In claiming that laughter always signals a personal sense of superiority, Buckley could seemingly point to evidence like comic Brian Kiley's quip, "My kids can be cranky and don't like to take baths. They're like little Europeans." Or as Emo Phillips says: "New York is such a wonderful city. Although I was at the library today. The guy was very rude. I said, `I'd like a card.' He says, `You have to prove you're a citizen of New York.' So I stabbed him."
Here Europeans, New Yorkers, and kids are the joke butts, and the wits hover over them in superiority. Buckley doesn't argue that a sense of superiority alone is sufficient to produce laughter, or else super models would be funny. But superiority, he says, is necessary in every joke, and it, along with sociability, surprise, and playfulness, generally cause laughter. Superiority, he argues, even shows up in humor that is merely exuberant, innocent, ironic, or self-deprecatory; they all at least "take pride in our clarity of vision."
One problem with Buckley's explanation is that it turns all laughter into a classroom. Every humorous comment becomes a hidden exercise of frowning social reform. Comedy is reduced to moralism. Buckley says, "Our laughter teaches him [the butt] valuable lessons about life. . . . [L]aughter assumes a normative order from which the butt has deviated. The thesis holds that laughter signals our derision at a defective act or life. Since this entails a comparison with superior life, comic vices assume comic virtues, and he who laughs must in his own way be a moralist." I'm all for a normative order that comedy assumes, but that order isn't just ethical. Certain jokes and humor genres focus on morality. Satire, for one, is didactic in this way, but not everything is.
To force all humor into the closet of genuine moralistic superiority misses the spirit of most comedy. One implication of Buckley's moralistic explanation of humor is that every joke must somehow be deeply serious about changing some behavior. But most comedy doesn't really care about serious reform. It often pretends to care, but not really. For example, Paula Poundstone says, "The problem with cats is that they get the same exact look whether they see a moth or an ax murderer." On the surface, it looks like simple superiority, humans over cats. But does she really want to change cat behavior? Is she truly deriding a defect in cats? No, she's just playing; she's getting us to enjoy this weird world we live in. Similarly, Rita Rudner says, "Never play peekaboo with a child on a long plane trip. There's no end to the game. Finally, I grabbed him by the bib and said, `Look, it's always gonna be me.'" Seems like clear superiority again; we presumably find glee in being superior to kids, and we want them to drop their comic vices. No we don't. She's not urging us toward an ideal world where children don't obsess about peekaboo.
There are even jokes that explicitly sound moralistic but aren't, as when Steven Wright says, "I think it's wrong that only one company makes the game Monopoly." If Wright did really care about this and wanted to change the world this way, it wouldn't be funny. Buckley sometimes explains away counterexamples by suggesting that it's not always the joke that invokes superiority but the comic himself. We laugh, he says, because the comic is playing dumb, and we are superior enough to grasp the comic's true wit. But by that convolution in qualification, we've arrived at the odd consequence that the joke itself isn't even important for laughter. Real superiority isn't, as Buckley says, the "key that unlocks every door." He set superiority over play, when it's actually reversed. Play does all the real work, and most of the time, only a pseudo superiority helps out in the background. A pseudo superiority is an ironic superiority. It isn't serious; it's playing. Laughter itself is an irony.
We also have to ask why we would consider superiority itself to be funny. Why would delighting in power over something make us laugh? That sounds so tediously secular. Modern secularism is obsessed with power, power relations, fear of power, getting-in power, uncovering power, market power, sleeping with power, power lunches, power moves, empowering power, power tools, and power-ade. They have only this one key on their piano. Secularists force everything into power categories, oblivious to how tiresome that is.
The Trinitarian universe doesn't run on power but grace—a fundamental parting of the ways the Church is still learning to grasp. Much of Christ's ministry focused on poking fun at those who thought the world ran by power; He kept inverting things, using foolish things, just as the Godhead did with Abraham. That wonderful line from Tolkien's Lord of the Rings about the dullness of Sauron should frame the struggle for us: "That we should wish to cast him down and have no one in his place is not a thought that occurs to his mind."
Buckley's whole understanding of superiority is alien to the Christian scheme of things, though Buckley is openly Christian in his discussion, calling laughter a special gift of heaven, the word made flesh, and likens it to the Holy Spirit. He wants to tie laughter to the very core of divine reality, but apparently, he supposes that core is primarily law, duty, and normativity rather than play or joy, with law flowing out of those. One chilling consequence of Buckley's superiority view is that there could be no laughter before creation within the fellowship of Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. They could not joke because there would be no genuine superiority within the Trinity. This is a serious check. But, if play is the heart of laughter, then the Trinity can be the actual source of laughter, past, present, and future.
Sarah better shows us the meaning of laughter. It needn't always signal superior contempt for lesser things. "God has made me laugh, and all who hear will laugh with me." She laughs at the glorious foolishness of God. She doesn't have to stand above God to laugh or even get us to side with her hidden superiority in a self-deprecating way. She laughs from joy within the play of Jehovah; she laughs to be within wild grace. And we can laugh, too, at images of much lesser redemptive significance; we laugh to be within this fountain of life in the created order: "I have two stepchildren. They're half Swedish and half Norwegian. They're see through." (Cathy Ladman). "You ever notice whenever you're with someone and they taste something that tastes bad, they always want you to taste it immediately. `This is disgusting. Taste it'" (Ellen DeGeneres). "Why is it that with birthday cakes you can blow on them and spit on them and everyone rushes to get a piece?" (Bobby Kelton).
The problem, however, with understanding laughter generally as a sign of play is that it, too, is obviously false. Not everyone is a Sarah. There are many who fall into the realm of "those who hate Me love death" (Prov. 8:36). What this suggests is that within a Christian universe there can be no uniform explanation of what laughter points to. The theological antithesis which pervades all of life shows up in laughter, too. There are those who love the Trinitarian gift of life and those who hate it; laughter can signify different things for each—the laughter signaling joy vs. the laughter signaling resentment. We hear both kinds. The laughter of resentment genuinely hates life and truly complains against legitimate constraint and pain. In the realm of resentment, the comedy of petty superiority and power fits nicely. It complains against anything that limits that prime Enlightenment divinity: the individual will.
Like everything else, comedy is religious, and so doubly ironic. The laughter signaling play—Trinitarian laughter—can pretend, can be ironic, with all sorts of unimportant superiorities and even faux complaints out of a deep delight with the gift of creation (and Trinitarian satire doesn't have to play with superiority; it aims to show God's own glory). On the other hand, the laughter of resentment includes the irony of pretending to give joy to a crowd, but the deeper despair is genuine. What could be funny in a universe where the highest values are survival and domination, where play has no place to stand or at least lean? Darwin is only funny in a Christian universe.
As history progresses, the humor of resentment has to collapse on itself for want of joy, but the laughter of play will inherit the earth in history and "you shall laugh" (Lk. 6:21). So, now, where are the great comic traditions bursting forth from Christendom?
-----end of article
truthfully saying, i got lost in the scripture irony..so dun ask me wat's the article bout. i merely thought it'd render my readers to the state of oblivion, aka total bliss for me..*droolin..
-----more ironic phrases
Love is grand; divorce is a hundred grand.
Time may be a great healer, but it's a lousy beautician.
Never be afraid to try something new.
Remember, amateurs built the Ark.
Professionals built the Titanic.
Conscience is what hurts when everything else feels so good.
Talk is cheap because supply exceeds demand.
An optimist thinks that this is the best possible world.
A pessimist fears that this is true.
In just two days, tomorrow will be yesterday.
I plan on living forever.
So far, so good.
It's frustrating when you know all the answers, but nobody bothers to ask you the questions.
Brain cells come and brain cells go,
but fat cells live forever.
Age doesn't always bring wisdom.
Sometimes age comes alone.
Life not only begins at forty,
it also begins to show.
You don't stop laughing because you grow old,
you grow old because you stopped laughing.
-----end of ironic phrases
..tonite i shall bury myself in my own irony; working overtime.
cheer up..(i was talking to myself, had had enough doses of irony for the day, this even beats prozac i tell u..i'm practically stoned-cum-droolin..another vege staring at the monitor screen..)
Labels: Self-Mock
posted by M.E. # 7:12 PM 0 Comments
a knowledge a day keeps the shrink at bay
today's been an enlightening day.
friends been asking bout who wants to learn up japs, then dunno how the topic criss cross over to diff language curses. then suddenly i thought of the french curse by matrix's merovingian. been wanting to know wat he's talking bout..was fascinated by the term he used to describe french curses, "..it's like wiping ur ars* w silk." never heard anybody who describe it as such, and the way he pronounce it..mystifying.
anyway, cant post it here for viewing pleasure. all i can say is m*rde is a french curse and the same goes for some religious items and direct translation from eng curse words into french. the diff between a french curse is the pronounciation sounded so classy one tend to over looked it if one doesnt understand or take it for granted tat the french makes the best chef (not, believe me..they wear the worst attitude of a chef..nose lost up in the clouds and wearing boots too big for their sizes..stuff like tat..) or if the person took french fries as their staple food. anyway, the speaker who says "excuse my french" is equating curse words w the french as well. and tis supposingly come from one of the most haughty nation ever. (head shaking..)
until today, i always thought m*rde equate to love phrases and tat the french or latin put it in their love songs..hmm..apparently i was wrong. hmm..(reprogramming..)
history of m*rde----------------------------------------------------
by David McAninch
During the final hours of Napoleon's defeat at Waterloo, one of Bonaparte's generals, a certain Cambronne, found himself hopelessly outnumbered by the enemy. Asked to surrender, the general is said to have raised his sabre and hurled across the barricades a single, defiant syllable: M*rde!
This was most likely the sound left ringing in the ears of his men as they ate Prussian lead. With one celebrated utterance, that five-letter word—known ever since as the mot de Cambronne—became the quintessential French oath. It is, however, just one among scores of delicious curses that make up the lexicon of Gallic naughty words—words that, once mastered, can provide a lifetime of service.
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tis prompt another topic; which nation makes the best chef.
for me twuld b the italian, cos crudely putting it, it's their mums' cooking they are serving to us, though most of the cooks make up from men. whenever they need advice on food and love, who do they go to? their mums la of cos. and which nation is the most romantic of all? italian la of cos, same level w spanish and latin, but tat's another story. the italians hav no regards for embarrassment as they literally created the art of serenading the object of their affection from the streets at anytime of the day, with no care on how the neighbours and their pets wuld react to their singing. if long ago, somebody wuld throw a slipper or two at them from the bedroom window or the men of the house wuld came out w a kitchen knife, a rifle or a gun depending on the era they were in. now the men wuld b restraint by their wives or mothers alike for we women just hoard these sort of stuff. but the romantic nation do suffer from unproductivity due to emotional entanglement and dilemma; like tis gal but admire tat gal, the saw another pretty gal passing by and walla..more dilemmas. but they are good nations, for they fear and revere women alike. the only reason i dun go after italians are the fact tat they are as hairy as our supposingly-darwin-inspired-predecessors. (to know more pls google up The Origin of the Species by charles darwin, 1859)
anyway, just discover there are 3 types of japs writing today;
katakana
the first and easiest alphabet to learn is the katakana alphabet. it is a phonetic alphabet for foreign words and names. katakana is easy to learn and spot in Japanese because it almost always represents english words. it is basically used for "loanwords," foreign words which japanese speakers incorporate into their everyday use. japanese is full of these loanwords, and although most of them are taken from english, there are some that are taken from french, spanish, german, etc..
hiragana
the japanese alphabet hiragana is the alphabet which is used to compose almost all japanese words. up until the fifth century, japan had no writing system. So they imported chinese characters into japan. this was inconvenient for the japanese to use in everyday writing, so they simplified the characters into what is now hiragana. unlike the chinese characters, the modified hiragana is a phonetic alphabet much like katakana. So each character in hiragana represents a single syllable of a word, and not usually a complete word or idea.
kanji
kanji is by far the most difficult of the japanese alphabets to learn. why is that? well, because there are thousands of characters to learn, and well, look at them! if they look like chinese characters that's because they are chinese characters. the japanese borrowed these idiograms from the chinese in the fifth century. kanji is unlike hiragana or katakana because each character usually represents an entire word or idea. not only that, each kanji character can have several japanese pronunciations, and their pronunciation and meanings change if they're paired or alone. many kanji characters have very little, or an obscure, meaning when they are alone. so, many characters, when paired with another, take on a precise meaning, and a precise pronunciation in hiragana. this meaning is often untranslatable.
so i think i'll just buy some of those instant translatable cds tat taught u how to learn japs in 15 min time. i learnt html thru tat method.
anyway, a friend posted up tis at ltp36 today:
the starfish
an old man was walking along the beach, when he came upon a part of the sand where thousands of starfish had washed ashore. a little further down the beach he saw a young woman, who was picking up the starfish one at a time and tossing them back into the ocean. "oh you silly girl," he exclaimed. "you can't possibly save all of these starfish. there's too many." the woman smiled and said, "i know. but i can save this one, " and she tossed another into the ocean, "and this one", toss, "and this one..."
interesting..a little step a day saves a whole load of starfish tomorrow. makes sense.
now i know. :
a game :
search and see how many times i wrote :
1. "anyway"
2. "is"
3. "but"
and answer q no 4:
4. wat was the term used by merovingian to describe french curses?
and post it up to me. if u are correct, there's a gift awaits u. :-)
The total of time one need to play tis game till it finishes is 2 minutes minimum plus to read the whole article takes 3 minute's time, *sigh..peace and quiet.
friends been asking bout who wants to learn up japs, then dunno how the topic criss cross over to diff language curses. then suddenly i thought of the french curse by matrix's merovingian. been wanting to know wat he's talking bout..was fascinated by the term he used to describe french curses, "..it's like wiping ur ars* w silk." never heard anybody who describe it as such, and the way he pronounce it..mystifying.
anyway, cant post it here for viewing pleasure. all i can say is m*rde is a french curse and the same goes for some religious items and direct translation from eng curse words into french. the diff between a french curse is the pronounciation sounded so classy one tend to over looked it if one doesnt understand or take it for granted tat the french makes the best chef (not, believe me..they wear the worst attitude of a chef..nose lost up in the clouds and wearing boots too big for their sizes..stuff like tat..) or if the person took french fries as their staple food. anyway, the speaker who says "excuse my french" is equating curse words w the french as well. and tis supposingly come from one of the most haughty nation ever. (head shaking..)
until today, i always thought m*rde equate to love phrases and tat the french or latin put it in their love songs..hmm..apparently i was wrong. hmm..(reprogramming..)
history of m*rde----------------------------------------------------
by David McAninch
During the final hours of Napoleon's defeat at Waterloo, one of Bonaparte's generals, a certain Cambronne, found himself hopelessly outnumbered by the enemy. Asked to surrender, the general is said to have raised his sabre and hurled across the barricades a single, defiant syllable: M*rde!
This was most likely the sound left ringing in the ears of his men as they ate Prussian lead. With one celebrated utterance, that five-letter word—known ever since as the mot de Cambronne—became the quintessential French oath. It is, however, just one among scores of delicious curses that make up the lexicon of Gallic naughty words—words that, once mastered, can provide a lifetime of service.
--------------------------------------------------------------------
tis prompt another topic; which nation makes the best chef.
for me twuld b the italian, cos crudely putting it, it's their mums' cooking they are serving to us, though most of the cooks make up from men. whenever they need advice on food and love, who do they go to? their mums la of cos. and which nation is the most romantic of all? italian la of cos, same level w spanish and latin, but tat's another story. the italians hav no regards for embarrassment as they literally created the art of serenading the object of their affection from the streets at anytime of the day, with no care on how the neighbours and their pets wuld react to their singing. if long ago, somebody wuld throw a slipper or two at them from the bedroom window or the men of the house wuld came out w a kitchen knife, a rifle or a gun depending on the era they were in. now the men wuld b restraint by their wives or mothers alike for we women just hoard these sort of stuff. but the romantic nation do suffer from unproductivity due to emotional entanglement and dilemma; like tis gal but admire tat gal, the saw another pretty gal passing by and walla..more dilemmas. but they are good nations, for they fear and revere women alike. the only reason i dun go after italians are the fact tat they are as hairy as our supposingly-darwin-inspired-predecessors. (to know more pls google up The Origin of the Species by charles darwin, 1859)
anyway, just discover there are 3 types of japs writing today;
katakana
the first and easiest alphabet to learn is the katakana alphabet. it is a phonetic alphabet for foreign words and names. katakana is easy to learn and spot in Japanese because it almost always represents english words. it is basically used for "loanwords," foreign words which japanese speakers incorporate into their everyday use. japanese is full of these loanwords, and although most of them are taken from english, there are some that are taken from french, spanish, german, etc..
hiragana
the japanese alphabet hiragana is the alphabet which is used to compose almost all japanese words. up until the fifth century, japan had no writing system. So they imported chinese characters into japan. this was inconvenient for the japanese to use in everyday writing, so they simplified the characters into what is now hiragana. unlike the chinese characters, the modified hiragana is a phonetic alphabet much like katakana. So each character in hiragana represents a single syllable of a word, and not usually a complete word or idea.
kanji
kanji is by far the most difficult of the japanese alphabets to learn. why is that? well, because there are thousands of characters to learn, and well, look at them! if they look like chinese characters that's because they are chinese characters. the japanese borrowed these idiograms from the chinese in the fifth century. kanji is unlike hiragana or katakana because each character usually represents an entire word or idea. not only that, each kanji character can have several japanese pronunciations, and their pronunciation and meanings change if they're paired or alone. many kanji characters have very little, or an obscure, meaning when they are alone. so, many characters, when paired with another, take on a precise meaning, and a precise pronunciation in hiragana. this meaning is often untranslatable.
so i think i'll just buy some of those instant translatable cds tat taught u how to learn japs in 15 min time. i learnt html thru tat method.
anyway, a friend posted up tis at ltp36 today:
the starfish
an old man was walking along the beach, when he came upon a part of the sand where thousands of starfish had washed ashore. a little further down the beach he saw a young woman, who was picking up the starfish one at a time and tossing them back into the ocean. "oh you silly girl," he exclaimed. "you can't possibly save all of these starfish. there's too many." the woman smiled and said, "i know. but i can save this one, " and she tossed another into the ocean, "and this one", toss, "and this one..."
interesting..a little step a day saves a whole load of starfish tomorrow. makes sense.
now i know. :
a game :
search and see how many times i wrote :
1. "anyway"
2. "is"
3. "but"
and answer q no 4:
4. wat was the term used by merovingian to describe french curses?
and post it up to me. if u are correct, there's a gift awaits u. :-)
The total of time one need to play tis game till it finishes is 2 minutes minimum plus to read the whole article takes 3 minute's time, *sigh..peace and quiet.
Labels: Daily, Knick-Knacks, Lesson, Myself
posted by M.E. # 5:03 PM 0 Comments
Best of Mates
somehow today my mood is on the melancholy side, so there are a couple of songs tat keep on popping into my mind.
movie shrek
- by donkey
Cause I'm all alone
There's no one here beside me
My problems have all gone, there's no one to deride me
But you gotta have friends..
+
my funny friend and me
- by sting
In the quiet time of evening
When the stars assume their patterns
And the day has made his journey
And we wondered just what happened
To the life we knew before the world changed
When not a thing I held was true
But you were kind to me and you reminded me
That the world is not my playground
There are other things that matter
And when a simple needs protecting (*see below)
My illusions all would shatter
But you stayed in my corner
The only world I know was upside down
And now the world and me, I know you carry me
You see the patterns in the big sky
Those constellations look like you and I
Just like the patterns in the big sky
We could be lost we could refuse to try
But we made it through in the dark night
Would those lucky guys turn out to be
But that unusual blend of my funny friend and me
I'm not as clever as I thought I was
I'm not the boy I used to be because
You showed me something different, you showed me something pure
I always seemed so certain but I was really never sure
But you stayed and you called my name
When others would have walked out on a lousy game
And you could've made it through
But your funny friend and me
You see the patterns in the big sky
Those constellations look like you and I
That tiny planet in a bigger guy
I don't know whether I should laugh or cry
Just like the patterns in the big sky
We'll be together till the end is nigh
Don't know the answer or the reason why
We'll stick together till the day we die
If I had to do this all a second time
I won't complain or make a fuss
When the angels sing that that unlikely blend
Are those two funny friends
That's us
nice songs, songs tat keeps on popping into ur mind..not the irritating "mickey u so fine u so fine hey mickey" or the "video killed the radio star" songs.
there are many terms one can come up with the word friends; bosom buddies, pals, strangers in the nite (for some ppl), cybermates, bro, sista, posse, etc etc.
to understand more of the concept of friends and buddies, u can get the whole load of crap from www.cs.wisc.edu/~michaelw/papers/Friends.pdf
i like the term posse..at first i thought twas spelled posies. so went search, and came up w small and roundly shaped flower bouquets that are tightly packed and also will include greenery..crap, anyway, searched for posse, i get a temporary police force. makes sense, posse equals to temporary reinforcement..everybody needs a posse once now n then.
i remembered my sis once told me of the terms soul friends; friends who understand u so well it seems second nature to call them up and just talk crap and the companionship just seems so agreeable and comforting. sometimes by saying nothing, u feel a whole load was lifted outta ya shoulder. thus the concept of drinking buddies was formed. no need to speak, just drink the daylight outta each other. haha..>:)
there's tis question tat i always deem is true when ppl ask, "imagine ya on a boat in the middle of the ocean/river, how many ppl were in the boat with u." tis q is so general, it didnt even ask if it's daylight or nitetime, meaning ya couldnt even imagine the faces of the person sitting in the boat w u. but u know by heart how many figures there were. ironic aint it, tat the figure represents the number of friends whom u deem close to u, cos their companionship felt so close to ur heart, ya dun remember them by face, but by figure. sometimes the faces changes, but the number remains. anyway, just talking crap again. need to increase the volume of crap here so my friends are able to read till the end of the paragraph before coming to bug me again. haha..nah, just kidding. felt crappish is all.
movie shrek
- by donkey
Cause I'm all alone
There's no one here beside me
My problems have all gone, there's no one to deride me
But you gotta have friends..
+
my funny friend and me
- by sting
In the quiet time of evening
When the stars assume their patterns
And the day has made his journey
And we wondered just what happened
To the life we knew before the world changed
When not a thing I held was true
But you were kind to me and you reminded me
That the world is not my playground
There are other things that matter
And when a simple needs protecting (*see below)
My illusions all would shatter
But you stayed in my corner
The only world I know was upside down
And now the world and me, I know you carry me
You see the patterns in the big sky
Those constellations look like you and I
Just like the patterns in the big sky
We could be lost we could refuse to try
But we made it through in the dark night
Would those lucky guys turn out to be
But that unusual blend of my funny friend and me
I'm not as clever as I thought I was
I'm not the boy I used to be because
You showed me something different, you showed me something pure
I always seemed so certain but I was really never sure
But you stayed and you called my name
When others would have walked out on a lousy game
And you could've made it through
But your funny friend and me
You see the patterns in the big sky
Those constellations look like you and I
That tiny planet in a bigger guy
I don't know whether I should laugh or cry
Just like the patterns in the big sky
We'll be together till the end is nigh
Don't know the answer or the reason why
We'll stick together till the day we die
If I had to do this all a second time
I won't complain or make a fuss
When the angels sing that that unlikely blend
Are those two funny friends
That's us
nice songs, songs tat keeps on popping into ur mind..not the irritating "mickey u so fine u so fine hey mickey" or the "video killed the radio star" songs.
there are many terms one can come up with the word friends; bosom buddies, pals, strangers in the nite (for some ppl), cybermates, bro, sista, posse, etc etc.
to understand more of the concept of friends and buddies, u can get the whole load of crap from www.cs.wisc.edu/~michaelw/papers/Friends.pdf
i like the term posse..at first i thought twas spelled posies. so went search, and came up w small and roundly shaped flower bouquets that are tightly packed and also will include greenery..crap, anyway, searched for posse, i get a temporary police force. makes sense, posse equals to temporary reinforcement..everybody needs a posse once now n then.
i remembered my sis once told me of the terms soul friends; friends who understand u so well it seems second nature to call them up and just talk crap and the companionship just seems so agreeable and comforting. sometimes by saying nothing, u feel a whole load was lifted outta ya shoulder. thus the concept of drinking buddies was formed. no need to speak, just drink the daylight outta each other. haha..>:)
there's tis question tat i always deem is true when ppl ask, "imagine ya on a boat in the middle of the ocean/river, how many ppl were in the boat with u." tis q is so general, it didnt even ask if it's daylight or nitetime, meaning ya couldnt even imagine the faces of the person sitting in the boat w u. but u know by heart how many figures there were. ironic aint it, tat the figure represents the number of friends whom u deem close to u, cos their companionship felt so close to ur heart, ya dun remember them by face, but by figure. sometimes the faces changes, but the number remains. anyway, just talking crap again. need to increase the volume of crap here so my friends are able to read till the end of the paragraph before coming to bug me again. haha..nah, just kidding. felt crappish is all.
Labels: Lyrical, Poignance, Self-Mock
posted by M.E. # 5:30 PM 2 Comments
Interesting
Radical Constructivism - "What is radical constructivism? It is an unconventional approach to the problem of knowledge and knowing. It starts from the assumption that knowledge, no matter how it is defined, is in the heads of persons, and that the thinking subject has no alternative but to construct what he or she knows on the basis of his or her own experience. What we make of experience constitutes the only world we consciously live in. It can be sorted into many kinds, such as things, self, others, and so on. But all kinds of experience are essentially subjective, and though I may find reasons to believe that my experience may not be unlike yours, I have no way of knowing that it is the same. The experience and interpretation of language are no exception."
http://www.oikos.org/psicen.htm
http://www.oikos.org/psicen.htm
Labels: Knick-Knacks
posted by M.E. # 2:15 PM 0 Comments
read only when you have absolutely nothing to do and extremely bored
today i'm gonna to crap bout leadership qualities. my definition and crappy thoughts.
ok, first of all, i'd hav to agree there are so many types of leadership skills tat one gt go dizzy just by thinking bout it, some actions are acceptable, some a shock to the system and needs to get used to, some controversial enough to report to the gossip column and some, just so darn subtle u are only reminded of it when everything goes real smooth and u just wonder y is it so, then u thought, ooh..sodeska..
anyway..as i was saying, different types of leadership skills.
"Descriptions like the strong silent type, the dynamic leader, or even the aggressively cheerful and extrovert are all common descriptions of leaders. But apart from being leaders, they are all different individuals and have their own strengths, personality and character."
- plagiarise from "LEADERS: MASTERS OR SERVANTS? - by djunglepeople"
http://www.djunglepeople.com/cms/index.php?option=content&task=view&id=44&Itemid=82
this part just struck it with me, i think it's so true, it kinda knocks me off my head at time. course, there are other articles tat knocks me off the cradle, still, let's focus on tis first.
strong silent type; the type tat works in the background, ushering the right ppl for the job and making sure all is well and runs smoothly are the leaders we all encounter everyday but never awknowleged cos he/she is just too darn subtle. they are the most steady minded of ppl under particular situation tat they are best at applicating their leadership skills, tat they probably suck at the other field of their lives, for example communication w ppl whom they care lots cos they only know how to show their affection thru actions, which are mostly subtle ones, so their love ones probably wuldnt recognize it until somebody pointed it out to them or whack them w the reality club. these are typical problems w the strong silent type la, they dun wanna take credit for wat they do thus they keep quiet bout it, thus no body knows and one day, they got pissed off over some small matters and start barking other ppl's head off for no reason and kinda think their life suck and why nobody cares and bla bla bla..then they end up taking prozac or goin to the shrink or taking up drinking, smoking and clubbing till their head explode. thank goodness for friends who keep them grounded. as they say, birds from the same feather flocks together.
ok, the dynamic leader; so versatile u kinda wish they are never born in the first place. so perfect in many ways tat one couldnt see any error or flaws to them. they are in charge of their lives and whenever a crisis appears, they soar w sparks emanating from their very being. so one can only feel a secret envious of these bunch of ppl cos their lives seem so brady bunch and ala stepford wives, if they are married. everything's cream, pink or silver, whichever color suits them. but life is so darn ironic tat if u look deeper into their lives a little too closely, they suffers from the perfection syndrome where their self esteem lies in a heap everytime somebody mentions, "ooh, i see a little flaw here. hmm, u arent so perfect after all." they may be the very epitome of creme de la creme, even though ppl feel envious of them, nobody would want their lives; too much expectations and maintenance. but the society has demands of them, thus they are never out of supply. and lucky for them, they hav their family to anchor them whenever they feel they are depressed.
the aggressively cheerful and extrovert are the ones tat we all see as the spark tat lights up and so noticeable in a crowd. they stand out amongst the rest and seems like nice ppl to be with. life's irony is these bunch of ppl are fickle in a way tat everybody expects them to be fun fun fun 24 7 where as they are also human at times and lead boring lives at other times. and their enthusiasm lights up and dims like the genting city during nite and day; huge contrast of emotion. these bunch of ppl are just a turmoil of emotions..calm and outgoing on the outside but a typhoon brewing internally. so these bunch of ppl either needs a load of prozac med or needs to realise that they dun hav to be all fun fun 24 7. still, with them in the crowd, one can rest assure tat it's never gonna be quiet.
i define human as a contradiction of emotions, actions and thoughts. all three in perfect harmony of contradicting one another..like the yin yang symbol, the good and bad, the white and black. it's when all three entity reach somewhere in the middle, tat's when the harmony begins. who says its ez being one of the most intelligent beings on earth. i wonder if dolphines suffers the same enigma or not? hmm..but they sure as heck cant administer a blog, hahahaha..
from a wisecrack who's secretly an optimist who wants to be an individual
ok, first of all, i'd hav to agree there are so many types of leadership skills tat one gt go dizzy just by thinking bout it, some actions are acceptable, some a shock to the system and needs to get used to, some controversial enough to report to the gossip column and some, just so darn subtle u are only reminded of it when everything goes real smooth and u just wonder y is it so, then u thought, ooh..sodeska..
anyway..as i was saying, different types of leadership skills.
"Descriptions like the strong silent type, the dynamic leader, or even the aggressively cheerful and extrovert are all common descriptions of leaders. But apart from being leaders, they are all different individuals and have their own strengths, personality and character."
- plagiarise from "LEADERS: MASTERS OR SERVANTS? - by djunglepeople"
http://www.djunglepeople.com/cms/index.php?option=content&task=view&id=44&Itemid=82
this part just struck it with me, i think it's so true, it kinda knocks me off my head at time. course, there are other articles tat knocks me off the cradle, still, let's focus on tis first.
strong silent type; the type tat works in the background, ushering the right ppl for the job and making sure all is well and runs smoothly are the leaders we all encounter everyday but never awknowleged cos he/she is just too darn subtle. they are the most steady minded of ppl under particular situation tat they are best at applicating their leadership skills, tat they probably suck at the other field of their lives, for example communication w ppl whom they care lots cos they only know how to show their affection thru actions, which are mostly subtle ones, so their love ones probably wuldnt recognize it until somebody pointed it out to them or whack them w the reality club. these are typical problems w the strong silent type la, they dun wanna take credit for wat they do thus they keep quiet bout it, thus no body knows and one day, they got pissed off over some small matters and start barking other ppl's head off for no reason and kinda think their life suck and why nobody cares and bla bla bla..then they end up taking prozac or goin to the shrink or taking up drinking, smoking and clubbing till their head explode. thank goodness for friends who keep them grounded. as they say, birds from the same feather flocks together.
ok, the dynamic leader; so versatile u kinda wish they are never born in the first place. so perfect in many ways tat one couldnt see any error or flaws to them. they are in charge of their lives and whenever a crisis appears, they soar w sparks emanating from their very being. so one can only feel a secret envious of these bunch of ppl cos their lives seem so brady bunch and ala stepford wives, if they are married. everything's cream, pink or silver, whichever color suits them. but life is so darn ironic tat if u look deeper into their lives a little too closely, they suffers from the perfection syndrome where their self esteem lies in a heap everytime somebody mentions, "ooh, i see a little flaw here. hmm, u arent so perfect after all." they may be the very epitome of creme de la creme, even though ppl feel envious of them, nobody would want their lives; too much expectations and maintenance. but the society has demands of them, thus they are never out of supply. and lucky for them, they hav their family to anchor them whenever they feel they are depressed.
the aggressively cheerful and extrovert are the ones tat we all see as the spark tat lights up and so noticeable in a crowd. they stand out amongst the rest and seems like nice ppl to be with. life's irony is these bunch of ppl are fickle in a way tat everybody expects them to be fun fun fun 24 7 where as they are also human at times and lead boring lives at other times. and their enthusiasm lights up and dims like the genting city during nite and day; huge contrast of emotion. these bunch of ppl are just a turmoil of emotions..calm and outgoing on the outside but a typhoon brewing internally. so these bunch of ppl either needs a load of prozac med or needs to realise that they dun hav to be all fun fun 24 7. still, with them in the crowd, one can rest assure tat it's never gonna be quiet.
i define human as a contradiction of emotions, actions and thoughts. all three in perfect harmony of contradicting one another..like the yin yang symbol, the good and bad, the white and black. it's when all three entity reach somewhere in the middle, tat's when the harmony begins. who says its ez being one of the most intelligent beings on earth. i wonder if dolphines suffers the same enigma or not? hmm..but they sure as heck cant administer a blog, hahahaha..
from a wisecrack who's secretly an optimist who wants to be an individual
Labels: Myself, Opinions, Self-Mock
posted by M.E. # 1:58 PM 0 Comments
Leaders Are Not Born
By Danny Cox
The myth of the natural-born leader would have us believe that leadership qualities are somehow bestowed at birth. Yet no doctor in a delivery room ever held up a new-born infant and exclaimed, "Well, looky here. We've got ourselves a natural born leader." The local paper doesn't report the birth of a seven pound six ounce leader yesterday at 2:30 in the afternoon. The skills of leadership can only be learned through experience, and the decision to accept the role is personal.
In an increasingly competitive world, successful businesses need leaders, not managers, to handle the heat. Even so, an individual can't anoint him/herself a leader. Leadership is an honorary degree which can be bestowed only by those who are led. Top management can't appoint leaders any more than leaders can appoint themselves. The loyalty of those to be led must be earned through successful attitudes and behavior. Those who have been assigned to lead others but lack the skills or motivation to do so will forever remain mere managers.
Just as leadership can't be self appointed, neither is leadership scientific. Science requires hard evidence. Scientific facts are incontestable and empirically provable. It might be argued that the results of leadership are empirically provable. However, just what exactly caused the results is always debatable and probably involves intangibles to one degree or another.
Since leadership involves people, a certain measure of inconsistency and unpredictability must be accepted. Human nature just isn't scientific. Knowing how to tap dance in tight spots can be a life saving leadership technique. The great leaders resemble vaudevillians more than scientists.
Effectiveness as a leader is directly proportionate to effectiveness as a human being. Above all else, a leader is responsible for getting the best performance possible out of people. Regardless of how many people are involved, the leader is ultimately responsible. Quality of leadership is not determined by the urgency of size of the task to be accomplished. Some of the greatest leaders in business spend much of their time dealing with common details. What makes these people great is how they deal with ordinary details as well as major challenges. When searching for effective leaders, follow three steps.
1. Identify those who are willing to genuinely accept the challenges and
responsibilities of leadership.
2. Identify who the people to be led will respect and willingly follow.
It's not a popularity contest, but a nominated leader must be able to
earn their respect.
3. Assess the leader's performance in real, non-scientific terms,
understanding that people are not machines. Leaders must be
merchants of hope.
Many people graduate from school intending to save the world by slaying a fire-breathing dragon. Once they discover how few dragons there are to slay, they must content themselves by campaigning against an occasional lizard. Nevertheless, the great ones fight lizards with tremendous style and vigor. posted by M.E. # 10:46 AM 0 Comments
The myth of the natural-born leader would have us believe that leadership qualities are somehow bestowed at birth. Yet no doctor in a delivery room ever held up a new-born infant and exclaimed, "Well, looky here. We've got ourselves a natural born leader." The local paper doesn't report the birth of a seven pound six ounce leader yesterday at 2:30 in the afternoon. The skills of leadership can only be learned through experience, and the decision to accept the role is personal.
In an increasingly competitive world, successful businesses need leaders, not managers, to handle the heat. Even so, an individual can't anoint him/herself a leader. Leadership is an honorary degree which can be bestowed only by those who are led. Top management can't appoint leaders any more than leaders can appoint themselves. The loyalty of those to be led must be earned through successful attitudes and behavior. Those who have been assigned to lead others but lack the skills or motivation to do so will forever remain mere managers.
Just as leadership can't be self appointed, neither is leadership scientific. Science requires hard evidence. Scientific facts are incontestable and empirically provable. It might be argued that the results of leadership are empirically provable. However, just what exactly caused the results is always debatable and probably involves intangibles to one degree or another.
Since leadership involves people, a certain measure of inconsistency and unpredictability must be accepted. Human nature just isn't scientific. Knowing how to tap dance in tight spots can be a life saving leadership technique. The great leaders resemble vaudevillians more than scientists.
Effectiveness as a leader is directly proportionate to effectiveness as a human being. Above all else, a leader is responsible for getting the best performance possible out of people. Regardless of how many people are involved, the leader is ultimately responsible. Quality of leadership is not determined by the urgency of size of the task to be accomplished. Some of the greatest leaders in business spend much of their time dealing with common details. What makes these people great is how they deal with ordinary details as well as major challenges. When searching for effective leaders, follow three steps.
1. Identify those who are willing to genuinely accept the challenges and
responsibilities of leadership.
2. Identify who the people to be led will respect and willingly follow.
It's not a popularity contest, but a nominated leader must be able to
earn their respect.
3. Assess the leader's performance in real, non-scientific terms,
understanding that people are not machines. Leaders must be
merchants of hope.
Many people graduate from school intending to save the world by slaying a fire-breathing dragon. Once they discover how few dragons there are to slay, they must content themselves by campaigning against an occasional lizard. Nevertheless, the great ones fight lizards with tremendous style and vigor. posted by M.E. # 10:46 AM 0 Comments
of hommies, bookies and homies
went for usj hommies last sat. twas a painting session. i had a bunch of these hyperactive hommies who couldnt wait to get their hands dirtied for the event. most still prefer to stay outta the daylight or sunshine. bunch of blood suckers i tell u. sissy blood suckers. haha..kids nowadays are darn pampered man, cant stand being under the sun a while or outta the aircon environment. brats, the bunch of them. :P
anyway, twas cool. had kampung style cooked food, rm2500 for lunch, the darnest expensive lunch djp ever had, haha, not really suitable w the tummy's digestive system, but enjoyed it nonetheless, ate w hands u see. the sambal belacan darn mean i tell u, thank goodness i listened to the auntie's advice there. we had a bunch of a good time there, getting all messed up and reeking of body ordour at the end of the day. i woke up late tat morn, supposingly wake up at 6.30 but overslept, alarm went off but too darn tired i guess, friend called and i was like screaming curses at her over the phone in the early of the morn. so skip morn bath..*urgh. haha..now tat i think back, twas kinda farney. :P
mc was nice to actually bought breakfast for us..she was like mockingly scolding at me for cursing at her in the early morn and how she trusted me to wake up early and all..heck, my bad. haha..:P if i'm actually fined for all the curses i said, they'd have had a free a&w set by now. :P
anyway, tat's the happenings for last sat. went for painting whole day, get to direct kids to do stuff, long time didnt practice my commanding stature liao, sistas at sarawak u see. if at home, i got respect. amongst me ltp mates, the moment i open my mouth to direct them to do smtg, they'd just laugh and laugh till the moon comes up. we understand each other perfectly la..mutual respect and disfigurement of sense of humour i guess. ;)
came home, bathed finally, rested and stoned all in tat particular order. and called me mum. starting to initiate my reso. she kept on calling me sis asking how i was doin and stuff, tried to lay her worries at ease, but u know mothers. chatted a while, mostly i talked, she listened. then outta credit. bummer. so drifted to slumberland i go. had one of the best sleep; dreamless..
spent whole sunday sleeping the ache off from sat. morn woke up for church, darn sleepy, thought of skipping, but couldnt bear ppl nagging at me. if i dun go church, sis will nag, then mum will call and nag again. ear ache i tell u. better sacrifice some sleeping time to bear with the lectures-which-i-dun-understand-the-half-of-it-and-slept-thru-the-other-half than the nags. the only pleasure i get from church is i learn new chinese words everyday and the singing session, where i practice my secret weapon; high octave pitched voice which can only be heard by dogs and frogs alike, cos everytime i sing sure rain. heck, it rained last sunday, but only in the afternoon :P. great sleeping environment. had a marvelous time. *sigh..
i really hate it when i wake up in the early of the morn and ppl starting to nag nag nag..it really sets the mood of the day off the chart. and the terms waking up at the wrong side of the bed is of minor compared to the nasty headache, shoulder ache and throbbing in the brain. i really do despise ppl who nags...truly..madly..deeply hate it. *sigh..hate is too strong of a word..it hoards on a my memory and gives me more headache..i need to get my aura fixed.
anyway, was running off topic. yesterday after church, went to buy some knitting thread and back home i go. i think i gt go to the library again. i'm running outta reading materials and my mind's begging for more. shuld've ordered the national geographic when i had the chance, but couldnt fit into my house moving routine. kept on changing my habitat. thinking of subscribing female, cleo or galaxies, or reader's digest or national or newsweek. cant really decide, it would seem unfair if i choose favourites since i read all those. guess have to stick to tv for a while..till i get a permanent address.
then slept till 5 pm. and kenny called for dinner, i was like..huh? oddly enough he called for dinner, so agreed on the spot. woozy from the news and from sleep deprivation. then went back to sleep and woke in time to fetch sis from bf's plc and back home and bathed. then out i go for dinner reservation.
the dinner went great, i was the butt of the joke, as usual. some ppl dun get it, a highly evolved sense of eng vocab and grammar plus black slang amazes most ppl, plus it makes me feel a bit narcystic. my homies sees it as the funniest thing they've ever seen / heard in their lives..black language in a banana..hmm..politically and literally tat aint correct. (censored for those below 18) same as me calling ppl "bugga la u", i dun think i got the equipment for b*ggering ppl (end of censorship). weirdly, my homies cant help laughing the fly off the walls. guess everyone's got a perverted sense of humour. mine's more towards sarcasm and lotsa adam sandler's physical jokes (think big daddy).
departed at 9.30 pm, went home and open tv and put on sleep mode till i dozed off. of yea, knitted for a while too.
come to work monday morn, saw the bunch of homies i went for dinner w last nite laughing at me again, tis time from the virtual network. bummer..*steamed.
anyway, twas cool. had kampung style cooked food, rm2500 for lunch, the darnest expensive lunch djp ever had, haha, not really suitable w the tummy's digestive system, but enjoyed it nonetheless, ate w hands u see. the sambal belacan darn mean i tell u, thank goodness i listened to the auntie's advice there. we had a bunch of a good time there, getting all messed up and reeking of body ordour at the end of the day. i woke up late tat morn, supposingly wake up at 6.30 but overslept, alarm went off but too darn tired i guess, friend called and i was like screaming curses at her over the phone in the early of the morn. so skip morn bath..*urgh. haha..now tat i think back, twas kinda farney. :P
mc was nice to actually bought breakfast for us..she was like mockingly scolding at me for cursing at her in the early morn and how she trusted me to wake up early and all..heck, my bad. haha..:P if i'm actually fined for all the curses i said, they'd have had a free a&w set by now. :P
anyway, tat's the happenings for last sat. went for painting whole day, get to direct kids to do stuff, long time didnt practice my commanding stature liao, sistas at sarawak u see. if at home, i got respect. amongst me ltp mates, the moment i open my mouth to direct them to do smtg, they'd just laugh and laugh till the moon comes up. we understand each other perfectly la..mutual respect and disfigurement of sense of humour i guess. ;)
came home, bathed finally, rested and stoned all in tat particular order. and called me mum. starting to initiate my reso. she kept on calling me sis asking how i was doin and stuff, tried to lay her worries at ease, but u know mothers. chatted a while, mostly i talked, she listened. then outta credit. bummer. so drifted to slumberland i go. had one of the best sleep; dreamless..
spent whole sunday sleeping the ache off from sat. morn woke up for church, darn sleepy, thought of skipping, but couldnt bear ppl nagging at me. if i dun go church, sis will nag, then mum will call and nag again. ear ache i tell u. better sacrifice some sleeping time to bear with the lectures-which-i-dun-understand-the-half-of-it-and-slept-thru-the-other-half than the nags. the only pleasure i get from church is i learn new chinese words everyday and the singing session, where i practice my secret weapon; high octave pitched voice which can only be heard by dogs and frogs alike, cos everytime i sing sure rain. heck, it rained last sunday, but only in the afternoon :P. great sleeping environment. had a marvelous time. *sigh..
i really hate it when i wake up in the early of the morn and ppl starting to nag nag nag..it really sets the mood of the day off the chart. and the terms waking up at the wrong side of the bed is of minor compared to the nasty headache, shoulder ache and throbbing in the brain. i really do despise ppl who nags...truly..madly..deeply hate it. *sigh..hate is too strong of a word..it hoards on a my memory and gives me more headache..i need to get my aura fixed.
anyway, was running off topic. yesterday after church, went to buy some knitting thread and back home i go. i think i gt go to the library again. i'm running outta reading materials and my mind's begging for more. shuld've ordered the national geographic when i had the chance, but couldnt fit into my house moving routine. kept on changing my habitat. thinking of subscribing female, cleo or galaxies, or reader's digest or national or newsweek. cant really decide, it would seem unfair if i choose favourites since i read all those. guess have to stick to tv for a while..till i get a permanent address.
then slept till 5 pm. and kenny called for dinner, i was like..huh? oddly enough he called for dinner, so agreed on the spot. woozy from the news and from sleep deprivation. then went back to sleep and woke in time to fetch sis from bf's plc and back home and bathed. then out i go for dinner reservation.
the dinner went great, i was the butt of the joke, as usual. some ppl dun get it, a highly evolved sense of eng vocab and grammar plus black slang amazes most ppl, plus it makes me feel a bit narcystic. my homies sees it as the funniest thing they've ever seen / heard in their lives..black language in a banana..hmm..politically and literally tat aint correct. (censored for those below 18) same as me calling ppl "bugga la u", i dun think i got the equipment for b*ggering ppl (end of censorship). weirdly, my homies cant help laughing the fly off the walls. guess everyone's got a perverted sense of humour. mine's more towards sarcasm and lotsa adam sandler's physical jokes (think big daddy).
departed at 9.30 pm, went home and open tv and put on sleep mode till i dozed off. of yea, knitted for a while too.
come to work monday morn, saw the bunch of homies i went for dinner w last nite laughing at me again, tis time from the virtual network. bummer..*steamed.
Labels: Daily
posted by M.E. # 4:11 PM 0 Comments
weird really
i cant help it, but tis song struck a chord in me somewhere.
weird by hanson
Isn't it weird? Isn't it strange?
Even though we're just two strangers on this runaway train.
We're both trying to find a place in the sun.
We've lived in the shadows, but doesn't everyone?
Isn't it strange how we all feel a little bit weird sometimes?!
Isn't it hard. Standing in the rain.
You're on the verge of going crazy and your heart's in pain
No one can hear but you're screaming so loud
You feel like you're all alone in a faceless crowd
Isn't it strange how we all get a little bit weird sometimes.
Sitting on the side waiting for a sign, hoping that my LUCK will change.
Reaching for a hand that will understand, someone who feels the same.
When you live in a cookie cutter world being different is a sin.
So you don't stand out. And you don't fit in. Weird.
Sitting on the side waiting for a sign, hoping that my LUCK will change.
Reaching for a hand that will understand, someone who feels the same.
When you live in a cookie cutter world if you're different you can't win.
So you don't stand out and you don't fit in.
Isn't it strange how we all feel a little bit weird
Strange, how we all get a little bit...
Strange, how we all feel a little bit weird sometimes.
Just a little bit weird sometimes...
loved it since the first day i heard it, still loving it each time i sang it aloud. the lyrics i mean. the song wise, twas cool i guess. love another piece by hanson;
man from milwaukee by hanson
It started at a bus stop in the middle of nowhere
Sitting beside me was a man with no hair
From the look on his face and the size of his toes
He comes from a place that nobody knows
Maybe I'm hallucinating, hyperventilating
Letting this big-toed bald man sitting here tell me about the sky
Maybe I'm hallucinating, hyperventilating
If you asked me now then I couldn't tell you why
I've been sitting here too long by a man from Milwaukee
He's been talking too long on his yellow walkie talkie
He's been talking to Mars but I think he's wacky
He says they'll come get him, come get him some day
He says where he's from is called Albertane
There they use more than 10% of the brain
But you couldn't tell it from they way they behave
They run around in underwear and they never shave
Or maybe I'm hallucinating, hyperventilating
Letting this big-toed bald man sitting here tell me about the sky
Maybe I'm hallucinating, hyperventilating
If you asked me now then I couldn't tell you why
(Repeat Chorus)
This is Mother Bird calling Baby Bird
Baby Bird come in, come in Baby Bird
For the love of Pete come in!
This is Baby Bird...sorry I was watching Court TV
Do you copy? Do you copy?
Of course we copy...24 hours a day...in color
You wouldn't believe me if I told you the rest
The man sitting by me who was barely dressed
Flew off to Milwaukee or perhaps Albertane
And left me at the bus stop just barely sane
I've been sitting here too long thinkin' about Milwaukee
I've been talking too long on my yellow walkie talkie
I'm talking to Mars you may think I'm wacky
I know they'll come get me, come get me someday
I know they'll come get me and take me away
I know they'll come get me, come get me someday
If not tomorrow then maybe today
it's better to hear man from milwaukee than to read it's lyrics. the rhythm just does it for me.
anyway, really gtg. now it's 9.30. better ciao before the carpark got locked.
cheers again mate, lay low on the flaming lamborghini. posted by M.E. # 9:30 PM 0 Comments
weird by hanson
Isn't it weird? Isn't it strange?
Even though we're just two strangers on this runaway train.
We're both trying to find a place in the sun.
We've lived in the shadows, but doesn't everyone?
Isn't it strange how we all feel a little bit weird sometimes?!
Isn't it hard. Standing in the rain.
You're on the verge of going crazy and your heart's in pain
No one can hear but you're screaming so loud
You feel like you're all alone in a faceless crowd
Isn't it strange how we all get a little bit weird sometimes.
Sitting on the side waiting for a sign, hoping that my LUCK will change.
Reaching for a hand that will understand, someone who feels the same.
When you live in a cookie cutter world being different is a sin.
So you don't stand out. And you don't fit in. Weird.
Sitting on the side waiting for a sign, hoping that my LUCK will change.
Reaching for a hand that will understand, someone who feels the same.
When you live in a cookie cutter world if you're different you can't win.
So you don't stand out and you don't fit in.
Isn't it strange how we all feel a little bit weird
Strange, how we all get a little bit...
Strange, how we all feel a little bit weird sometimes.
Just a little bit weird sometimes...
loved it since the first day i heard it, still loving it each time i sang it aloud. the lyrics i mean. the song wise, twas cool i guess. love another piece by hanson;
man from milwaukee by hanson
It started at a bus stop in the middle of nowhere
Sitting beside me was a man with no hair
From the look on his face and the size of his toes
He comes from a place that nobody knows
Maybe I'm hallucinating, hyperventilating
Letting this big-toed bald man sitting here tell me about the sky
Maybe I'm hallucinating, hyperventilating
If you asked me now then I couldn't tell you why
I've been sitting here too long by a man from Milwaukee
He's been talking too long on his yellow walkie talkie
He's been talking to Mars but I think he's wacky
He says they'll come get him, come get him some day
He says where he's from is called Albertane
There they use more than 10% of the brain
But you couldn't tell it from they way they behave
They run around in underwear and they never shave
Or maybe I'm hallucinating, hyperventilating
Letting this big-toed bald man sitting here tell me about the sky
Maybe I'm hallucinating, hyperventilating
If you asked me now then I couldn't tell you why
(Repeat Chorus)
This is Mother Bird calling Baby Bird
Baby Bird come in, come in Baby Bird
For the love of Pete come in!
This is Baby Bird...sorry I was watching Court TV
Do you copy? Do you copy?
Of course we copy...24 hours a day...in color
You wouldn't believe me if I told you the rest
The man sitting by me who was barely dressed
Flew off to Milwaukee or perhaps Albertane
And left me at the bus stop just barely sane
I've been sitting here too long thinkin' about Milwaukee
I've been talking too long on my yellow walkie talkie
I'm talking to Mars you may think I'm wacky
I know they'll come get me, come get me someday
I know they'll come get me and take me away
I know they'll come get me, come get me someday
If not tomorrow then maybe today
it's better to hear man from milwaukee than to read it's lyrics. the rhythm just does it for me.
anyway, really gtg. now it's 9.30. better ciao before the carpark got locked.
cheers again mate, lay low on the flaming lamborghini. posted by M.E. # 9:30 PM 0 Comments
a moment stop in time #1
was chatting up w a friend. suddenly we chat bout moment stop in time.
it made me reminiscing of a time when i just stood there, looking at tat picture of stopped moment for a little more longer, hoping no vehicles passing along the way so i can savor the stopped essence, emersing meself in my reverie a while.
*phew..deep thoughts.
it made me question of the many times as i watched some moments which i hope i'll remember, some moments i hope is worth the memories i reserve for it, memories tat sometimes becomes so distant, u feel it as deja vu.
i had a few of those memories. it has the same feel as when u watched forrest gump movie, the part where gump explained to his gal bout the places he's been; the sunset he watched as he stood on his shrimping boat, the view he had as he did the marathon thingy and when he passed a lake where one cant diff between when the earth starts or the skies touches, or the time i walked back from school alongside my street, soft breeze, and saw the flowers in the garden in full bloom against the whitewash walls of my house, framed in blue; moments stopped in time.
some of tis moments made me question stuff:
"will i remember today or tis moment in the next 5 years? 10 years? when i'm old and forgotten?"
apparently i do, the memories' so slight but seems as clear as yesterday. sometimes questioning oneself does make one remembers.
hmm..makes me think of another thing; songs unsung.
read a book once, the first page was talking bout a guy asking tis author on where wuld he be able to find ppl with no worries in the world. the author brought him to a graveyard. fine, makes sense. then the author started to question bout some ppl who went to their grave w their song still unsung. hmm..romantic view.
anyway, song unsung, nice concept. abstract and beautifully pronounced. it beats the term lifeless anyday. makes me feel like i wanna do it. nike it, u know..
ok, then it prompt me another thought; ancient code.
ancient code is the act of chivalry tat even the new times cant change it's very essence. for example:
* opening a door for a lady
* keeping to one's promises
* loyalty to family and blood oath
* companionships and partnerships
* acts of selflessness
etc etc
i can write a lot, but i wanna go home. so i'll cont when the moment is right. :)
"who being loved is poor" - oscar wilde
(remembered tis during my form 5 exam, we were reviewing the answers and i was reminiscing, as i woke from my reverie i asked meself if i'll ever remember today. then i saw the phrase on the paper. another moment stop in time.) posted by M.E. # 9:24 PM 0 Comments
it made me reminiscing of a time when i just stood there, looking at tat picture of stopped moment for a little more longer, hoping no vehicles passing along the way so i can savor the stopped essence, emersing meself in my reverie a while.
*phew..deep thoughts.
it made me question of the many times as i watched some moments which i hope i'll remember, some moments i hope is worth the memories i reserve for it, memories tat sometimes becomes so distant, u feel it as deja vu.
i had a few of those memories. it has the same feel as when u watched forrest gump movie, the part where gump explained to his gal bout the places he's been; the sunset he watched as he stood on his shrimping boat, the view he had as he did the marathon thingy and when he passed a lake where one cant diff between when the earth starts or the skies touches, or the time i walked back from school alongside my street, soft breeze, and saw the flowers in the garden in full bloom against the whitewash walls of my house, framed in blue; moments stopped in time.
some of tis moments made me question stuff:
"will i remember today or tis moment in the next 5 years? 10 years? when i'm old and forgotten?"
apparently i do, the memories' so slight but seems as clear as yesterday. sometimes questioning oneself does make one remembers.
hmm..makes me think of another thing; songs unsung.
read a book once, the first page was talking bout a guy asking tis author on where wuld he be able to find ppl with no worries in the world. the author brought him to a graveyard. fine, makes sense. then the author started to question bout some ppl who went to their grave w their song still unsung. hmm..romantic view.
anyway, song unsung, nice concept. abstract and beautifully pronounced. it beats the term lifeless anyday. makes me feel like i wanna do it. nike it, u know..
ok, then it prompt me another thought; ancient code.
ancient code is the act of chivalry tat even the new times cant change it's very essence. for example:
* opening a door for a lady
* keeping to one's promises
* loyalty to family and blood oath
* companionships and partnerships
* acts of selflessness
etc etc
i can write a lot, but i wanna go home. so i'll cont when the moment is right. :)
"who being loved is poor" - oscar wilde
(remembered tis during my form 5 exam, we were reviewing the answers and i was reminiscing, as i woke from my reverie i asked meself if i'll ever remember today. then i saw the phrase on the paper. another moment stop in time.) posted by M.E. # 9:24 PM 0 Comments
hardwork vs smartwork
remembered wat a friend used to tell me, "be hardworking, ur supervisor will b impressed."
nowadays everybody's singing a diff tune.
friends frm diff organisations started telling me to work smart, meaning of cos, tat u gt learn faster so u can finish ur work double the speed. makes sense, till ur supervisor started to see ur potential and load more work on ya. then ya got more stuff to juggle on ya already full balancing act. not long later, ya discover ya became a clown. :
so, if u work ot, tat means ya cant finish ya work. tat means ya started to lag. in another word, ya performance started to decrease. ppl look at u and they see a hardworking person. irony irony..
more irony is when the boss who tells u to start finding a life while loading more stuff on ya table as he gives off his wonderful preach about balance, life and working smart. not my boss thank goodness. my boss simply walks to me plc and say "hmm, wat else can i give u after tis? hmm.." thus i try not to finish the current project too fast, new stuff means more projects per person. my mind's too little to go out venture into the unknown. let me be! argh..
anyway, another tat comes w more work loads is, a person started to become more ironic. then the jagged little pill's lyrics started to make sense. then one starts to see things in a realist way, means no more supper late at nite and no hankie pankie goin on, cos work is the only lover u can afford right now. heard my coll sighed. i sat here typing as life passed me by, felt a bit nauseatic for the past weeks. hmm..interesting. guess it's the after effect from looking at the laptop 8 hrs straight.
a revelation appeared to me during tis nauseatic moment; i can guess the reason y ppl go clubbing, drink, smoke and some who cant take the pressure any more, procrastinate. i take a break when i'm at my limit. then come back to fight w a better spirit. sometimes it works, other times i delegate, on rare occassion i renegade. nowadays i discover i just need more sleep.
too much to think bout, mostly dreams of codings and more efficient methods of programming. sometimes it eludes me and nightmares come along in the form of my supervisor dressing up as billy wonka, and i'm in the coding factory. other times i just sit there and blur and drool over keanu. many times i wish i can just clone meself to cover more areas, but then mayb not. imagine another me..i'll just dig meself 9 feet under.
i guess to hav to choose between hard work and smart work, i'd indefinately pick up smart work. cos then i can figure out the short cuts and hardcode my progs and dun think too deeply into the next few steps ahead of users or the years the system's gonna b used by clients. not mentioning those sleep..*droolin..but then, many ppl would call me up and bug me. thus noooOOooo..must be a bit boring and do things according to protocol, aka boring but right. hehe..>:) i love my work..*sigh.
tis year, my new year reso is to hav more frequent communication w my family. most of the time my mum calls to check up on me, i thought i was doin her a favor by trusting her and not checking up on her whereabouts. but must learn to hav benefit of the doubt. parents do silly stuff tat one might not think of; thus ask, dun presume. ask so much till they shut u up. then peace for a few days. then continue the whole episode all over again.
and me sis starting to spend some quality time w me. twas nice. been missing it for pretty some time. family bonding; all those when-u-say-nothing-at-all period, cold wars, nags and screams do hav their moments. each of them dear to my heart. *sigh..family bonding does work wonders. but cant say much to me workload though.
anyway, just writing smtg silly so i can direct my friends who keep on saying "i'm bored, entertain me" or "buzz buzz" or "i'm sleepy". hope u are entertained enough to sleep thru the time u read my blog.
cheer up mate..lay down the machete. posted by M.E. # 8:46 PM 0 Comments
nowadays everybody's singing a diff tune.
friends frm diff organisations started telling me to work smart, meaning of cos, tat u gt learn faster so u can finish ur work double the speed. makes sense, till ur supervisor started to see ur potential and load more work on ya. then ya got more stuff to juggle on ya already full balancing act. not long later, ya discover ya became a clown. :
so, if u work ot, tat means ya cant finish ya work. tat means ya started to lag. in another word, ya performance started to decrease. ppl look at u and they see a hardworking person. irony irony..
more irony is when the boss who tells u to start finding a life while loading more stuff on ya table as he gives off his wonderful preach about balance, life and working smart. not my boss thank goodness. my boss simply walks to me plc and say "hmm, wat else can i give u after tis? hmm.." thus i try not to finish the current project too fast, new stuff means more projects per person. my mind's too little to go out venture into the unknown. let me be! argh..
anyway, another tat comes w more work loads is, a person started to become more ironic. then the jagged little pill's lyrics started to make sense. then one starts to see things in a realist way, means no more supper late at nite and no hankie pankie goin on, cos work is the only lover u can afford right now. heard my coll sighed. i sat here typing as life passed me by, felt a bit nauseatic for the past weeks. hmm..interesting. guess it's the after effect from looking at the laptop 8 hrs straight.
a revelation appeared to me during tis nauseatic moment; i can guess the reason y ppl go clubbing, drink, smoke and some who cant take the pressure any more, procrastinate. i take a break when i'm at my limit. then come back to fight w a better spirit. sometimes it works, other times i delegate, on rare occassion i renegade. nowadays i discover i just need more sleep.
too much to think bout, mostly dreams of codings and more efficient methods of programming. sometimes it eludes me and nightmares come along in the form of my supervisor dressing up as billy wonka, and i'm in the coding factory. other times i just sit there and blur and drool over keanu. many times i wish i can just clone meself to cover more areas, but then mayb not. imagine another me..i'll just dig meself 9 feet under.
i guess to hav to choose between hard work and smart work, i'd indefinately pick up smart work. cos then i can figure out the short cuts and hardcode my progs and dun think too deeply into the next few steps ahead of users or the years the system's gonna b used by clients. not mentioning those sleep..*droolin..but then, many ppl would call me up and bug me. thus noooOOooo..must be a bit boring and do things according to protocol, aka boring but right. hehe..>:) i love my work..*sigh.
tis year, my new year reso is to hav more frequent communication w my family. most of the time my mum calls to check up on me, i thought i was doin her a favor by trusting her and not checking up on her whereabouts. but must learn to hav benefit of the doubt. parents do silly stuff tat one might not think of; thus ask, dun presume. ask so much till they shut u up. then peace for a few days. then continue the whole episode all over again.
and me sis starting to spend some quality time w me. twas nice. been missing it for pretty some time. family bonding; all those when-u-say-nothing-at-all period, cold wars, nags and screams do hav their moments. each of them dear to my heart. *sigh..family bonding does work wonders. but cant say much to me workload though.
anyway, just writing smtg silly so i can direct my friends who keep on saying "i'm bored, entertain me" or "buzz buzz" or "i'm sleepy". hope u are entertained enough to sleep thru the time u read my blog.
cheer up mate..lay down the machete. posted by M.E. # 8:46 PM 0 Comments
an idle mind is the evil's workshop
the mind is a wicked thing. i can attest for tat. tis blog can testify for the previous statement.
i think ar, ppl create blog cos they couldnt put too much crap into their friendster, hi5 or watever friend-making scheme there is out there. thus they have to come up w smtg tat's sounded savvy to the cyber surfers. thus blog was born. >:)
for me, i create tis blog so whenever a bored friend come and buzz me messenger window, i'll direct them to my site. thus i must come up w at least one stoopid topic to write bout so those who's reading my blog will hav to read till the end of the line before they come and bug me. it saves me a minute of peace and silence.
anyway, as i was saying, the mind is a wicked thing, left alone and it'll behave like a lonely dog all locked up in a quiet room. where the restless dog will pee around, shite everywhere and bite everything within it's reach to create a sort of a dis-membered nest so when the owner of the room comes back, he/she will feel extremely annoyed and left the door open for the dog to run out into the free frontier; right into the nearest fire hydrant/bush/b*tch available.
course our mind cant jump nor bark around like a dog, left alone, it'll come up w all sort of visuals tat makes the ideas 101 book looked like sissy. the course of action will have to depend on how good the self control mechanism the owner of the brain has and how many hours of meditative yoga he/she practice everyday.
brain fun facts; do u know tat :
..the adult human brain weighs about 3 pounds (1,300-1,400 g), about 2% of the total body weight? but only less than a fifth of an elephant's brain? but we can boast ours weigh as least 40 times the weight of the cat. the biggest brain goes to the blue whale (6kg).
..the average human brain is only 140 mm wide, 167 mm long, 93 mm high but caters to about 100,000,000,000 (100 billion) neurons? the octopus brain has about 300 million neurons, so for those squid eaters, u are eating an intelligent form there; a form tat's able to form an opinion bout wat sort of prick u are, with it's pros and cons.
..the world record for time without sleep is 264 hours (11 days) by Randy Gardner in 1965. Note: In Biopsychology (by J.P.J. Pinel, Boston: Allyn and Bacon, 2000, p. 322), the record for time awake is attributed to Mrs. Maureen Weston. She apparently spent 449 hours (18 days, 17 hours) awake in a rocking chair. The Guinness Book of World Records [1990] has the record belonging to Robert McDonald who spent 453 hours, 40 min in a rocking chair.
..unconsciousness will occur after 8-10 seconds after loss of blood supply to the brain. so no backflipping for those amateurs pls.
..neurons multiply at a rate 250,000 neurons/minute during early pregnancy. so mothers-to-be out there, u are beautiful and intelligent. just dun trust those instinct too much, it's too highly evolved. give us some benefit of the doubts.
..the total volume of cerebrospinal fluid (CSF) is 125-150 ml, tat's like carriyng a small mineral bottle as u walk along. so for those weight watcher, pls carry more than 2.
..your brain is about 1300-1400 cubic centimeters in volume, about the size of a cantaloupe and wrinkled like a walnut. wat's a cantaloupe?
..the brain feels like a ripe avocado and looks pink because of the blood flowing through it. cool fact.
..your cerebral cortex is about as thick as a tongue depressor. It grows thicker as you learn and use it. *yew..
..your brain generates 25 watts of power while you're awake---enough to illuminate a lighbulb. another cool fact. i'll try tat when i forgot to pay my electricity. all i gotta do now is figure out how to put the plug in..hmm.
..a newborn baby's brain grows almost 3 times in course of first year. hmm..after tat it shrunk eh?
..overexposure to aluminum compounds—in foil, cookware, deodorants, antacids, toothpaste—can affect brain function. i can throw everything out but aluminum compounds—in foil, i need those to contact the aliens.
..a cooked potato can jump-start your brain when you're feeling foggy. an alternative to coffee.
misc fun facts:
..the octopus does not have a blind spot. wow, all we hav to do is figure out how to put them behind the wheel.
..there are 1,000 to 10,000 synapses for a "typical" neuron. define "typical" pls.
..the cell bodies of neurons vary in diameter from 4 microns (granule cell) to 100 microns (motor neuron in cord). i have no idea wat he's talking bout.
..the resting potential in a squid giant axon is -70 mV. and how does tat cater to our daily needs? it's not as if we r gonna meet a giant squid everyday unless we are in japan or smtg.
ok, enough of tis. even i'm having blur eyes due to too much facts.
anyway, like wat i was trying to say, the mind is a wicked thing. left alone, it comes w smtg mind blowingly boring like the facts above, if ya lucky, ya get to visualise a better view of watever ya fantasize bout. otherwise, ya might just dream of ya next door neighbour w lotsa hair on his back, shaving his armpit while looking at ya w that look of his from his bathroom window opposite urs. *yuck. posted by M.E. # 6:01 PM 2 Comments
i think ar, ppl create blog cos they couldnt put too much crap into their friendster, hi5 or watever friend-making scheme there is out there. thus they have to come up w smtg tat's sounded savvy to the cyber surfers. thus blog was born. >:)
for me, i create tis blog so whenever a bored friend come and buzz me messenger window, i'll direct them to my site. thus i must come up w at least one stoopid topic to write bout so those who's reading my blog will hav to read till the end of the line before they come and bug me. it saves me a minute of peace and silence.
anyway, as i was saying, the mind is a wicked thing, left alone and it'll behave like a lonely dog all locked up in a quiet room. where the restless dog will pee around, shite everywhere and bite everything within it's reach to create a sort of a dis-membered nest so when the owner of the room comes back, he/she will feel extremely annoyed and left the door open for the dog to run out into the free frontier; right into the nearest fire hydrant/bush/b*tch available.
course our mind cant jump nor bark around like a dog, left alone, it'll come up w all sort of visuals tat makes the ideas 101 book looked like sissy. the course of action will have to depend on how good the self control mechanism the owner of the brain has and how many hours of meditative yoga he/she practice everyday.
brain fun facts; do u know tat :
..the adult human brain weighs about 3 pounds (1,300-1,400 g), about 2% of the total body weight? but only less than a fifth of an elephant's brain? but we can boast ours weigh as least 40 times the weight of the cat. the biggest brain goes to the blue whale (6kg).
..the average human brain is only 140 mm wide, 167 mm long, 93 mm high but caters to about 100,000,000,000 (100 billion) neurons? the octopus brain has about 300 million neurons, so for those squid eaters, u are eating an intelligent form there; a form tat's able to form an opinion bout wat sort of prick u are, with it's pros and cons.
..the world record for time without sleep is 264 hours (11 days) by Randy Gardner in 1965. Note: In Biopsychology (by J.P.J. Pinel, Boston: Allyn and Bacon, 2000, p. 322), the record for time awake is attributed to Mrs. Maureen Weston. She apparently spent 449 hours (18 days, 17 hours) awake in a rocking chair. The Guinness Book of World Records [1990] has the record belonging to Robert McDonald who spent 453 hours, 40 min in a rocking chair.
..unconsciousness will occur after 8-10 seconds after loss of blood supply to the brain. so no backflipping for those amateurs pls.
..neurons multiply at a rate 250,000 neurons/minute during early pregnancy. so mothers-to-be out there, u are beautiful and intelligent. just dun trust those instinct too much, it's too highly evolved. give us some benefit of the doubts.
..the total volume of cerebrospinal fluid (CSF) is 125-150 ml, tat's like carriyng a small mineral bottle as u walk along. so for those weight watcher, pls carry more than 2.
..your brain is about 1300-1400 cubic centimeters in volume, about the size of a cantaloupe and wrinkled like a walnut. wat's a cantaloupe?
..the brain feels like a ripe avocado and looks pink because of the blood flowing through it. cool fact.
..your cerebral cortex is about as thick as a tongue depressor. It grows thicker as you learn and use it. *yew..
..your brain generates 25 watts of power while you're awake---enough to illuminate a lighbulb. another cool fact. i'll try tat when i forgot to pay my electricity. all i gotta do now is figure out how to put the plug in..hmm.
..a newborn baby's brain grows almost 3 times in course of first year. hmm..after tat it shrunk eh?
..overexposure to aluminum compounds—in foil, cookware, deodorants, antacids, toothpaste—can affect brain function. i can throw everything out but aluminum compounds—in foil, i need those to contact the aliens.
..a cooked potato can jump-start your brain when you're feeling foggy. an alternative to coffee.
misc fun facts:
..the octopus does not have a blind spot. wow, all we hav to do is figure out how to put them behind the wheel.
..there are 1,000 to 10,000 synapses for a "typical" neuron. define "typical" pls.
..the cell bodies of neurons vary in diameter from 4 microns (granule cell) to 100 microns (motor neuron in cord). i have no idea wat he's talking bout.
..the resting potential in a squid giant axon is -70 mV. and how does tat cater to our daily needs? it's not as if we r gonna meet a giant squid everyday unless we are in japan or smtg.
ok, enough of tis. even i'm having blur eyes due to too much facts.
anyway, like wat i was trying to say, the mind is a wicked thing. left alone, it comes w smtg mind blowingly boring like the facts above, if ya lucky, ya get to visualise a better view of watever ya fantasize bout. otherwise, ya might just dream of ya next door neighbour w lotsa hair on his back, shaving his armpit while looking at ya w that look of his from his bathroom window opposite urs. *yuck. posted by M.E. # 6:01 PM 2 Comments
once admired
i admired a lot of ppl; the explosive white-haired dude, the gandhi guy, the gorilla woman, the guy who sailed around the world, my physic teacher, the matrix dude, Edwin Sumun, a snitch here and there.
the explosive white-haired dude; love his time travel concept and stuff. never really get his image though. guess they dun have much selection of dye as we do now..either tat he's got picky taste.
the gandhi guy made a revolutionary by the way he achieved his goals without too much of cash forking. shows tat to create a revolution, ya dun need cash; all ya need is a strong stomach and a noble cause to back it up.
the gorilla woman has my admiration as well, cos she managed to stay w a bunch of gorillas and made them accepted her as a part of their world and not took bath for a long long time.
the guy who sailed around the world on the other hand scores it with me cos he managed to have free holiday in different part of the country everytime he woke up. the best part of the deal was; he's financially backed up.
my physic teacher cos he swaggered where nobody else dared to swagger back then.
the matrix dude cos he managed to win the respect of the ppl at the movie set by rinsing and emersing himself in iced water w lotsa rocks. fully clothed. where can u get such style?
Edwin Sumun cos of his body, his body and oh yea, his body.
a snitch here and there cos i had nothing to do.
deep stuff i wrote today. posted by M.E. # 4:39 PM 0 Comments
the explosive white-haired dude; love his time travel concept and stuff. never really get his image though. guess they dun have much selection of dye as we do now..either tat he's got picky taste.
the gandhi guy made a revolutionary by the way he achieved his goals without too much of cash forking. shows tat to create a revolution, ya dun need cash; all ya need is a strong stomach and a noble cause to back it up.
the gorilla woman has my admiration as well, cos she managed to stay w a bunch of gorillas and made them accepted her as a part of their world and not took bath for a long long time.
the guy who sailed around the world on the other hand scores it with me cos he managed to have free holiday in different part of the country everytime he woke up. the best part of the deal was; he's financially backed up.
my physic teacher cos he swaggered where nobody else dared to swagger back then.
the matrix dude cos he managed to win the respect of the ppl at the movie set by rinsing and emersing himself in iced water w lotsa rocks. fully clothed. where can u get such style?
Edwin Sumun cos of his body, his body and oh yea, his body.
a snitch here and there cos i had nothing to do.
deep stuff i wrote today. posted by M.E. # 4:39 PM 0 Comments
blog blog..burp..
i dun understand how some ppl can post up so many things on their blog and still left w more to talk bout the next day. and they make everyday happenings sounded interesting too..it's totally beyond me.
anyway, just created tis blog today. it was such a freedom as i can just write and b*tch bout anybody i like..regardless of political issues or back stabbing. hmm..how do u consider backstabbing when u write bout tat person and then let tat person read all there is on ur blog? is it consider cyber-stabbing? or front-stabbing? since the person ya talked bout read ya stuff and commented on it regardless whether ya read or not. then ya met on the street and both pretended nothing happened. cyber irony.
i love irony or contradictions. it's wat life is made of. tat's when ppl start developing the 'pantang' culture; if u dun say it, it wun happen to u or ppl wun judge u based on the stuff u said. the irony of tis statement is, even if u dun say it, it doesnt mean it wun happen to u; remember deja-vu? and even as u dun say it but thought bout it, when it happens, though other ppl wun be able to judge u on tat, there's still one person who will know; u! so is tat considered lying to oneself or a case of self denial? well, somebody has to answer me on tat.
another topic i love to chat bout is dilemma. stuff like wat if one day ya discover ya start dating ya sis's/bro's ex whose relationship they kept it underground tat even u the hounddog couldnt sniff it till it's too late? or ya discover ya fallen for ya best mates and there are 2 of them u couldnt make ya choice on!! or ya just discovered ya a bi-sexual. then not. hmm..contradictory? not so if u've walked some paths i've walked man. or the stories i heard dude.
anyway, just love tis bloggy stuff. read as u may, i prefer feedbacks. i'll read when i get to urs. :)
cheers mate.
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posted by M.E. # 3:56 PM
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