This author is currently on hiatus for the ignoble cause of mugging. The public is advised to remain calm, as this routine protocol has been shown to have no effect on one's violent tendencies in 96% of cases.
| Saturday, March 28, 2009 |
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This is one of the few rare weekends where there actually isn't any pressing homework (that's the reward for not letting overdue work pile up! =P), which is why I've finally gotten off my lazy ass to clean up my links, deleting those which I have no idea how they got there and linking some new blogs as well. I don't really have inspiration for a light-hearted proper post though, so I guess this will suffice. Fine, maybe that's just an excuse to be lazy and not type out another long post, but hey at least I updated my links. D: If you don't already know or are too lazy to read the instructions, check out my links by double clicking on the background pic. And if your blog isn't there - I'm pretty sure I missed some - drop me a tag or catch me on MSN if you want me to link you as well. :) |
'Twas teh winnar at 5:53 pm.
| Monday, March 16, 2009 |
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Have you ever wanted to know which keyboard brand you are? Never managed to figure it out for yourself, but think a lifeless computer algorithm could do better than you? Well then, click >>here<< to take the FREE quiz! Oh, and tag 25 people while you're at it. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Did you actually have the urge to click that "link"? Did you? DIDCHA? =P It seems the amount of quizzes done on Facebook (and on blogs etc) is directly related to the amount of boredom people are experiencing. Considering it's the March holidays, that would explain the sudden surge in quiz-spamming, and why every time I refresh Facebook I see yet another note entitled, "MY TRUE AGE IS 63 YEARS OLD", "I AM 46% GAY", or "I AM 'Sexy Back' by Timberlake!!" Please don't scare the hell out of your friends with such shocking revelations. I'd rather not know that you've kissed friend #2 before, thanks. I know such quizzes have never claimed to give accurate results (seriously, who would've thought knowing how to spell "expreince" would increase your marriage age by a year?), but hasn't it ever struck you that most of the quizzes out there either 1. Compile your responses and throw it back at you in a different format; or 2. Give some canned response no matter what your answers are Here's an example of the first type. How many close friends do you have? If you chose (a), your result would very likely go along these lines: "You are an introvert who likes to keep to yourself most of the time. You are not very comfortable around people and would prefer to limit your social circle to a few friends you can trust deeply in." And if you chose anything else, it would be the very opposite: "You are a very sociable person who gets along well with people. You enjoy being surrounded by friends who can laugh along with you." Such is the art of expanding an obvious fact into a nice-sounding paragraph to make you feel good about yourself. The second type is even easier to tackle. Do you believe I have psychic powers that can travel through internet connections and can tell what your personality is simply by you visiting this page? Nope? Click here to activate my PSYCHIC POWAHZ! To sum it all up, if you haven't realised already, quizzes are utterly useless and serve no purpose other than to suck your life away little by little. In fact, I swear they are a conspiracy by Facebook to waste all your spare time away, now that their Mousehunt application has failed on them - it seems people have finally realised its futility and disabled it in disgust. If you're bored with REALLY nothing better to do, then well go ahead and try some quizzes so you can laugh at the results, but PLEASE don't tag others and make them waste their time on it as well. D: Spread the word. HALT THE CONSPIRACY. And copy this into a new note and tag 21 friends in it. |
'Twas teh winnar at 3:18 pm.
| Wednesday, March 11, 2009 |
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Just a little incident I thought I'd share. :D This morning, I was taking 852 as usual, except the bus was a little late so it was more crowded than usual. And so the bus trundled along, it got more and more packed, and a few stops down the road, our protagonist (or should I say antagonist?) boards the bus. She's a relatively short middle-aged Indian lady (and I'm short enough myself, so you can imagine her height) with an unassuming black dress, blending in just like any other commuter. Only problem being, there's not quite enough space so she's standing on the step right in front of the front entrance. And she had the sense to grab on to the door pivot (you know that black bar which the doors swing inwards around?) Needless to say, any sensible would have seen what was coming at the next stop. The doors open, but one side hits her hand, effectively trapping it, and gets stuck. She cries to the bus driver to close the doors so she can free her hand, and he does so obligingly. Thankfully the doors aren't damaged, and neither is her hand; but this is where the drama starts. "Those kids arh, refuse to move back!" She begins ranting at no one in general (although I think it was directly at the bus driver, who honestly doesn't give a damn about her and ignores her throughout the trip.) "Glubblablablabloe (Editor's note: I think she was trying to imitate the sound of an intellectually disabled rambling, oh the irony), bodok dunno how to move behind is it!" Of course, everyone simply disregards her remarks and rolls their eyes, squeezing a little towards the rear so she has a little more standing room now. But that doesn't stop her rant: "Next time, if the students don't move again, I'll call the police! Then arh, they'll have no more bus to take!" No wonder the Singapore police say 7 out of 10 calls they receive are non-emergency calls. It's the people who think the police are their guardian angels, are there for their every whim and fancy, and are there to protect them in any situation when their self-interest might potentially be harmed in the slightest. And the thing this, this is not the first time that Indian lady has decided to vent her anger on the bus for nothing. Half the time I see/hear her on board, she'll be b*tching about how people are not moving to the rear and yelling at everyone to move it, and I'll go "Here we go again..." I mean, it might be the passengers' fault for not filling up spaces in the middle of the bus, but there's a much more polite way to go about telling them to make more room for those squeezed in front rather than rudely announcing your presence. Whatever happened to the courtesy campaign anyway? So finally, the bus reaches her stop at Coronation Plaza, and she snaps impatiently at the bus driver, "Open the doors lah!" (Which he does, even though the bus is still metres away from the bus stop.) Guess that's what having to wake up early does to people, huh. I know that lady was probably just making a silly empty threat about the police, but it's funny how some people think the very mention of the police is an argument-stopper, giving them the upper hand by simply yelling, "I'm calling 9-9-9!" And as if the other party would then shirk away in fear, crying "Nooo, not the Powerpuff Girls! I'll give you anything, I promise, just please don't press the red button!" But it is too late! Using their ultra super powers, Bubbles, Blossom and Buttercup have dedicated their lives to fighting crime and the forces of evil! And they save the day, again! (Sorry, I got a little carried away and couldn't resist that. But you get my point, I hope. =P) On the bright side, on that very same bus I saw a student giving up a seat to an old lady, who actually graciousness rejected it, saying she was getting off a couple of stops later. Too bad such heart-warming gestures are overshadowed by the black sheep. :( |
'Twas teh winnar at 7:15 pm.
| Tuesday, March 03, 2009 |
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For one long year I've put up unwavering resistance, I've ignored all the "You have been poked!" emails, I've stayed out of Mousehunt conversations and I've closed my mind to its omnipresent power. But just like that, the temptation draws me in again. I've finally given up after having the following conversation repeat itself countless times: Random guy I met during orientation: "Do you have FB? Add me!" Me: "Yeah I do, but it's been inactive for a year now." Random guy: "Just log in and add me so I have more friends...please?" Me: "NOOOOOOOOO!!" *runs* So yeah, after being totally oblivious to Facebook for ages, I finally decided to log in, initially just to check a few photos. Then I noticed the following: 44 unread inbox messages 72 friend requests 116 other requests 814 unread email notifications And in that moment of impulse, I decided I couldn't take it anymore and cleared the entire (still) mounting pile of messages. Okay fine, I simply selected "Ignore all" for the "other requests" and mark all the emails as read. But hey, at least I don't have ugly three-digit numbers in bold glaring at me anymore. Thus began the process of my Facebook revival. Next up: Deleting all applications. I decided that if I didn't want Facebook to be sucking out my life from the inside by making me log in every hour to launch an attack with my broomstick/earn 20 points/feed my pet unicorn, then those apps all had to go. So don't bother sending me any Mousehunt invites or anything from now on (no, I won't join for that precious 100 points you get as a reward). Final step: Changing my profile picture. I don't the first thing people see to be a not-too-glamorous picture of me from a couple of years back. So yeah, add me on Facebook etc. etc. And please, no sheep-throwing. D: |
'Twas teh winnar at 10:55 pm.
| Sunday, March 01, 2009 |
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Even though I'm quite bored currently with some spare time on my hands, I'm not really in the mood for blogging. Which is quite contradictory, because here I am blogging after all. That's what sheer boredom can do to you. I know I should be feeling pretty elated after getting accepted into MAD, the Post-Orientation Party and the Senior-Treat-Junior BBQ last night (<3 you seniors), but somehow I just can't help feeling gloomy on this Sunday afternoon. Maybe it's the torrential rain that's battered our spirits over the past few days (and threatened to drench us as we were walking to the faraway bus stop after STJ, with three people to an umbrella). Or maybe it's my sore throat, which the BBQ hasn't helped much. Or maybe it's the fact that Athena is probably gonna come out bottom again this year, despite all the cheering and enthusiasm we've put up during orientation and more. D: Considering how rushed the Athena faculty dance practice was - no thanks to the manufacturer who kept delaying the delivery of the hoodies - and our low turnout, I was already expecting us to lose the dance competition. Yet that didn't stop the tinge of sadness I felt when the news that Apollo had won became official. And seeing the gloating of my Apollo mates didn't help either, even though they certainly did put up a good show and deserved to win. The rivalry between the faculties does have a way of getting to you sometimes. I should probably go watch an episode of Toradora now - I swear it's like happy pills. Nothing like some animu entertainment to bring you out of emo mode. xD |
'Twas teh winnar at 6:02 pm.
