Instead of sprouting any new year greeting anyone who reads this a happy new year. Let me share the conversations I had to get through over the passing of the new year.
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“Random conversation at the staircase”
Mum: What are you doing alone in your room all the time ?
Me: Nothing
Mum: You sure ?
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“Over dinner”
Mum: What is going on in you room, I keep hearing explosions and other loud sounds
Me: I’m playing a computer game
Mum: Oh
Me: Don’t worry, I finished playing it already.
Mum: Oh
Me: If you hear them again, its a completely new game.
Mum: You have a very sad life
Me: I know.
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“At work”
(Background: I told my Dad to take my car in the morning, leaving me car-less)
Dad: So how did you get to office today?
Me: I walked
Dad: Why
Me: I didn’t know what bus to take
… later in the day
Mum, Dad: You know you can take 17x, x2 bus to office right?
Me: I know, but I wouldn’t
Mum: Why?
Me: Stressful, you need to watch which bus stop to stop, did you take everything bla bla bla
Mum: You know that majority of people take public transport to work right?
Me: Yeah, but they seldom have public transport phobia
Mum: There isn’t such a phobia
Me: I know, I invented it.
Well, its a new year, but the same family I have to live with.
I came across this video, and I find myself pondering the information overload we face everyday.
Twitter, and its 160 character limits, makes us summarize our blabber doesn’t it. Just how much information can be successfully broad casted in a single tweet?
I hope you find the following video as entertaining as I did. (Apologies for the crude suggestions in it.)
It was another atypical sunday. I was minding my own business when my mum asked me to go shop for an mp3 player/recorder. I’ve always procastinated, beacuse I knew there was not going to be a good end to it. I was later proven to be pretty right.
Anyway she started off with telling me what she wants in an mp3 player, and whether I have any recommendations and la da la da. Then as she got into the car, she handed me a brochure and said “I want this one”. So… what was the earlier lunch conversation all about. On the way back home, she conveniently mentioned “so, you’re going to teach me how to use it right?”
Nightmare.
A little past 9, she asked me how to use the mp3 player.
The following conversation(s) took place.
Conversation 1:
Me: So when you press the play/pause button, it will pause the playback
Mum: Wait, start again, I’m confused
Me: Ok, you press the play/pause big button over there, it will pause the playback
*Mum presses the big play/pause button, the playback started.
Mum: No leh, it is still playing
Me: When the music is playing, the big play/pause button will pause the playback, when the music ended, the big play/pause button will play the clip again.
Mum: Huh, so when is when?
Me: The recording you made is 4 seconds long, so just now when we were conversing, 4 seconds have passed, so pressing the big button will play the clip again.
Mum: So, you mean I can only make my decision in those 4 seconds
Me: Something like that.
Mum: You must be kidding ! 4 seconds isn’t enough!
Me: … …
Conversation 2:
*Mum writes down what I said word for word.
Me: Erh, you don’t have to write down everything, you have to play with the device.
Mum: Yeah, but then I won’t know what is what!
Me: You’re recreating the manual (*Points to the manual on the bed)
I’ve been asking quite a number of people. “How do you blog”. I tried to find a statistical insight to a blogging strategy. Nicole has also politely reminded me how dead my blog is. Truth is that, I wanted to have a reason to blog.
In the end, I couldn’t really figure out any. But perhaps this is a good enough reason to blog. “To find a reason to blog”.
I was talking to a friend last night. It kind of reminded me of the following picture.
No matter the difference in power, you cannot prevent anybody from struggling against the inevitable. Even if you are in the palm of his hands.
And yes, do not annoy any girl ever, no matter how harmless they look, they bite.
There is always a myriad of thoughts, and ideas that can’t wait to burst out of my mind. But, there is always something stopping me from penning them down. Perhaps it’s because I can’t find the right words to describe how I feel, or perhaps is that I’m too confused to rationalize it.
But there is one thing, I can be sure of, is that these thoughts do still remains.
I shall list these topics down, and tackle them as the opportunities present themselves.
1. Succeeding through losing
2. Skins of an Angel, Bones of a Devil
3. How stupid is stupid ?
And yes, I have to tell myself not to procrastinate so much, I’m wasting life.
Posted on the September 15th, 2009 under scribbles by ruikun
04-10-09 Update: Well, most of the blog is ready, but the gallery is not. I need to find the time to setup another server which has the GD library I need for gallery2 to work properly. But its not a priority, so lets see how long that would take.
Well, I guess its time for me to rebuilt this website, for a long period of time I was hesistant to do it. I guess I’m hesistant no more.
Anyway this website will take some time to rebuild, I’m already preoccupied with my work already. This shall be my hobby.
less then 2 weeks to exam, and i have not seriously studied yet. do i feel anxious, scared, irritated ? no i feel bored, and bordem isn’t a acceptable reaction to this.
i seriously think something is wrong with my parents already. its like as if i have reached a mating age, and they keep hoping i would smuggle a girl home. (recall: my dad always imagine there is a girl in my room every other night).
i was coming back from the cfp at suntec, and my dad was accompanying me. on the way back to office he said.
daddy: why do you keep talking so much
son: nah, just excited to talk to you
daddy: you got dumped right ? no girl talk to you anymore.
I have yet to realize the benefits of blogging, but unconsciously, I am not willing to let website go. Well, hopefully one day, someone will tell me why. Meanwhile, dear visitor you are welcomed to take a peek around as i rant about how insignificant life as a lowly human is. - Dec 09
