new word i learnt
suave... smooth-mannered, polite, sophisticated.
pretty good way to describe a person eh?!
Wednesday, April 21, 2004
woohoo..
so thanx to good ol fren who sold' out on our country and went on to the west for brighter things ahead... lil did she know that life in da tropics is THE LIFE man.. all the super food and sunny all year round... gurl y?! but yea.. thanx to her i learnt how to use this html thingy so that da poor souls that read this blog can click and discover the unknown truths to this binary world.
so thanx to good ol fren who sold' out on our country and went on to the west for brighter things ahead... lil did she know that life in da tropics is THE LIFE man.. all the super food and sunny all year round... gurl y?! but yea.. thanx to her i learnt how to use this html thingy so that da poor souls that read this blog can click and discover the unknown truths to this binary world.
today is the Baha'i King of festivals.
i took the liberty to not attend class... ah, nice to sleep in. but had to go for lab.. n wait for some DNA to sit on ice for hours..
learnt a few pick up lines... its been spreadin like wildfire
guys take not, some gals buy this...
guy: ur mom must b a thieve
gal: why u said that bout my moma? u wanna slap?
guy: coz she must have stole all the stars in the sky and put them in ur eyes.
gal: *mesmerized*
guy: ur pop's must b a terrorist
gal: (reaching for the M16, while radio'in bin laden failed mission)
guy: coz ur da bomb
-now gals, u can use it on guys toooo...
ere another one.. dun use it.. unlesssssss....
guy: *empties his pockets- pulls em out so that the cloth from the pocket sticks out* *then says* would u like to kiss the bunny between his ear??
gal: (anywhere from a slap, punch, puke to a kiss n more... )
damn the things i learn in uni
i took the liberty to not attend class... ah, nice to sleep in. but had to go for lab.. n wait for some DNA to sit on ice for hours..
learnt a few pick up lines... its been spreadin like wildfire
guys take not, some gals buy this...
guy: ur mom must b a thieve
gal: why u said that bout my moma? u wanna slap?
guy: coz she must have stole all the stars in the sky and put them in ur eyes.
gal: *mesmerized*
guy: ur pop's must b a terrorist
gal: (reaching for the M16, while radio'in bin laden failed mission)
guy: coz ur da bomb
-now gals, u can use it on guys toooo...
ere another one.. dun use it.. unlesssssss....
guy: *empties his pockets- pulls em out so that the cloth from the pocket sticks out* *then says* would u like to kiss the bunny between his ear??
gal: (anywhere from a slap, punch, puke to a kiss n more... )
damn the things i learn in uni
Sunday, April 18, 2004
one of those stories i got via email... sent it n got it back...
i think its a pretty good reminder to handle situations more postively...
i still think i should sue the broadband bummers though!!!!
Chicken Soup For The Soul
Sometimes we spend time asking who is responsible or who to blame, whether in a relationship, in a job or with the people we know.
We miss out some warmth in human relationship to give each other support.
Treasure what you have. Just a little story for you~
A boy was born to a couple after eleven years of marriage. They were a loving couple and the boy was the apple of their eyes. When the boy was around two years old, one morning the husband saw a medicine bottle open. He was late for work so he asked the wife to cap the
Bottle and keep it in the cupboard. The mother, preoccupied in the kitchen totally forgot the matter. The boy saw the bottle and playfully went to the bottle and, fascinated with its colour, drank it all. It happened to be a poisonous medicine meant for adults in small dosages. When the child collapsed, the mother hurried him to the hospital, where he died.
The mother was stunned. She was terrified how to face her husband. When the distraught father came to the hospital and saw the dead child, he looked at his wife and uttered just four words.
QUESTIONS :
1. What were the four words?
2. What is the implication of this story?
ANSWER : The husband just said "I Love You Darling" .
The husband's totally unexpected reaction is proactive behaviour. The child is dead. He can never be brought back to life. There is no point in finding fault with the mother. Besides, if only he have taken time to keep the bottle away, this will not happen.
No point to blame. She had also lost her only child.
What she needed at that moment was consolation and sympathy from the husband. That is what he gave her.
If everyone can look at life with this kind of perspective, there would be much fewer problems in the world.
"A journey of a thousand miles begins with but with a single step."
Take off all your envies, jealousies, unforgiveness, selfishness, and fears AND you will find things are actually not as difficult as you think."
i think its a pretty good reminder to handle situations more postively...
i still think i should sue the broadband bummers though!!!!
Chicken Soup For The Soul
Sometimes we spend time asking who is responsible or who to blame, whether in a relationship, in a job or with the people we know.
We miss out some warmth in human relationship to give each other support.
Treasure what you have. Just a little story for you~
A boy was born to a couple after eleven years of marriage. They were a loving couple and the boy was the apple of their eyes. When the boy was around two years old, one morning the husband saw a medicine bottle open. He was late for work so he asked the wife to cap the
Bottle and keep it in the cupboard. The mother, preoccupied in the kitchen totally forgot the matter. The boy saw the bottle and playfully went to the bottle and, fascinated with its colour, drank it all. It happened to be a poisonous medicine meant for adults in small dosages. When the child collapsed, the mother hurried him to the hospital, where he died.
The mother was stunned. She was terrified how to face her husband. When the distraught father came to the hospital and saw the dead child, he looked at his wife and uttered just four words.
QUESTIONS :
1. What were the four words?
2. What is the implication of this story?
ANSWER : The husband just said "I Love You Darling" .
The husband's totally unexpected reaction is proactive behaviour. The child is dead. He can never be brought back to life. There is no point in finding fault with the mother. Besides, if only he have taken time to keep the bottle away, this will not happen.
No point to blame. She had also lost her only child.
What she needed at that moment was consolation and sympathy from the husband. That is what he gave her.
If everyone can look at life with this kind of perspective, there would be much fewer problems in the world.
"A journey of a thousand miles begins with but with a single step."
Take off all your envies, jealousies, unforgiveness, selfishness, and fears AND you will find things are actually not as difficult as you think."
Friday, April 16, 2004
one week later...
yea, havent had internet access from me home the whole 2 weeks!!!! since i have an easter break, i decided i call these broadbang (yea, they prob bangin themselves-thats y they is too busy) guys everyday til they do something bout it. well...only managed to ring em on mon and tues. same ol crap they give me bout my report being sent n that it is top priority and the mumbo jumbo stuff they said the last time. best part is, they got no direct contact to the technical people, so i couldnt get a number to ring em. wed, thusday no news at all...
(in the mean time, they also said itz coz i never paid my bill... true enough, n that was becoz they charged me an extra 2 months.. after sending a letter n explaining various times months ago.. they stil took no action.. so there is another war...)
anyways, today after a game of badminton which i havent played in ages, n a nice wan-ton lunch, i head to the modem dealers... like i did a week before, only this time prepared with all the documents, the warranty card..etc.
the guy takes the modem, doesnt bother bout anything else... meddles with it at his cubicle, then come out with another modem n sayz that mine is spoilt...(hands me another one) and says ere.. use this!
and there... now i am back in the cyber world...
besides missing my up todate sports news... i also havent emailed a single soul.. n worst.. i had all my assignments piled up
since when was internet a neccesacity... i guess it aint. its just a luxury!
yea, havent had internet access from me home the whole 2 weeks!!!! since i have an easter break, i decided i call these broadbang (yea, they prob bangin themselves-thats y they is too busy) guys everyday til they do something bout it. well...only managed to ring em on mon and tues. same ol crap they give me bout my report being sent n that it is top priority and the mumbo jumbo stuff they said the last time. best part is, they got no direct contact to the technical people, so i couldnt get a number to ring em. wed, thusday no news at all...
(in the mean time, they also said itz coz i never paid my bill... true enough, n that was becoz they charged me an extra 2 months.. after sending a letter n explaining various times months ago.. they stil took no action.. so there is another war...)
anyways, today after a game of badminton which i havent played in ages, n a nice wan-ton lunch, i head to the modem dealers... like i did a week before, only this time prepared with all the documents, the warranty card..etc.
the guy takes the modem, doesnt bother bout anything else... meddles with it at his cubicle, then come out with another modem n sayz that mine is spoilt...(hands me another one) and says ere.. use this!
and there... now i am back in the cyber world...
besides missing my up todate sports news... i also havent emailed a single soul.. n worst.. i had all my assignments piled up
since when was internet a neccesacity... i guess it aint. its just a luxury!
Friday, April 09, 2004
the feast just done, n the timer starts, i got 13 hours before i have to hand in a 3000 word essay. its 2300 hours. just a week ago when i wanted to start, a huge massive storm broken out, bring down with it a whole lot of tress together with the electricity and my poor modem. after many calls n desperate attempts to get it replaced, i still am stuck with the lightning struck modem.. n with 13 hours left, i manage to get a frens modem for the nite...
12 hours.. n the modem doesnt work with my pc? y? the adapter is not compatible. After an hour of fixing my network card n figuring out the alternating current n all that… it still doesn’t work
so wat else can I do, in this modern age, one is unable to do an essay without the internet. I wonder how people did it b4?! So I type wat I know… I head off to bed for a super heavy morning… its 2am n I got 10 hours left
damn… me wakes up at 845am! Rushing like a mad, I grab a glass of good ol milo and head off to da uni’s com lab.
9am, and with 3 hours left to the deadline, the research starts. And hour for research, an hour to put em together, and an hour to do the final touches n references etc.
it starts well… I get good articles n journals….
Then, com lab door opens: ”we are gonna close at 10am as there is gonna be a fire drill” who would have guessed… of all dayz?!
I get out of uni at 10… fire drill doesn’t start till 1030.. and the commotion n gates are closed till 1115. so much for the hour to put em together…
I hurry back to the labs, to find the doors locked… those guys must have thought locking the doors will not allow the fire in or something…
Now I have half hour to start and finish a 3000 word essay..
By 12 everyone is handing in theirs, and the loveliest of friends are offering to get me lunch.. I get many calls (and this is the reason why I decided to write this!) I skip lunch, no time to eat, n 180% concentration on my work. By 2 I am done… n edit my references while a fren tries to irritate the hell out of me…
It is also at this time I realise I have another work due at 5pm. I print my essay.. n get started on another work.. this time, easy.. a file from a fren.. cut n paste til the end! Wala… done in 2.3 seconds. Change a couple of things, done in 15 minutes.
I am outta uni by 5pm.
The day gets worst.. i cant return the modem as another storm breaks out…
When its ova, its time to catch Liverpool vs arsenal. With high hopes… I head to catch it live on a big screen. It starts out promising (just like my day) and end up a horrific lost for my team –esp since they lead TWICE!.
Wat can I say… april 9 2004, wat a hell of a day…
But because I had friends… yup.. just the lil stuff like calling about lunch can make such da difference.
Its da tiny lil things done with absolute sincerity that makes it so much more meaningful.
12 hours.. n the modem doesnt work with my pc? y? the adapter is not compatible. After an hour of fixing my network card n figuring out the alternating current n all that… it still doesn’t work
so wat else can I do, in this modern age, one is unable to do an essay without the internet. I wonder how people did it b4?! So I type wat I know… I head off to bed for a super heavy morning… its 2am n I got 10 hours left
damn… me wakes up at 845am! Rushing like a mad, I grab a glass of good ol milo and head off to da uni’s com lab.
9am, and with 3 hours left to the deadline, the research starts. And hour for research, an hour to put em together, and an hour to do the final touches n references etc.
it starts well… I get good articles n journals….
Then, com lab door opens: ”we are gonna close at 10am as there is gonna be a fire drill” who would have guessed… of all dayz?!
I get out of uni at 10… fire drill doesn’t start till 1030.. and the commotion n gates are closed till 1115. so much for the hour to put em together…
I hurry back to the labs, to find the doors locked… those guys must have thought locking the doors will not allow the fire in or something…
Now I have half hour to start and finish a 3000 word essay..
By 12 everyone is handing in theirs, and the loveliest of friends are offering to get me lunch.. I get many calls (and this is the reason why I decided to write this!) I skip lunch, no time to eat, n 180% concentration on my work. By 2 I am done… n edit my references while a fren tries to irritate the hell out of me…
It is also at this time I realise I have another work due at 5pm. I print my essay.. n get started on another work.. this time, easy.. a file from a fren.. cut n paste til the end! Wala… done in 2.3 seconds. Change a couple of things, done in 15 minutes.
I am outta uni by 5pm.
The day gets worst.. i cant return the modem as another storm breaks out…
When its ova, its time to catch Liverpool vs arsenal. With high hopes… I head to catch it live on a big screen. It starts out promising (just like my day) and end up a horrific lost for my team –esp since they lead TWICE!.
Wat can I say… april 9 2004, wat a hell of a day…
But because I had friends… yup.. just the lil stuff like calling about lunch can make such da difference.
Its da tiny lil things done with absolute sincerity that makes it so much more meaningful.
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