If you can read minds, you can get by with a lot more in life. I don't mean actual mind reading which to this day has only been mastered by RGS girls but I mean being able to predict people's reactions to certain situations much like Yagami Light.
Recent events in life have forced me to attempt this bizzare skill of telekinesis. For example, I frequently find myself trying to do so while playing texas hold 'em. I am always trying to guess what are the possible cards my opponent might have such that I may evaluate his bet. This does not really work out for I assume that everyone plays a lot and has a skill level which surpasses mine. This leads to a lot of standard assumptions which I am willing to break. In short, I find myself second-guessing alot, I am always assuming that if I think a certain way, I am positive that others will think similarly.
In another mind reading situation, I am currently applying for an international exchange to America. Most American universities in the program with SMU only offers one position with the exception for the University of Virginia. The said university offers 6 slots for SMU students wishing to go for exchange. In the application process, I have to choose up to 5 universities where the choices matter, just like in our PSLE choosing of secondary schools. Basically, if I choose Virginia as my first choice, the likelyhood of getting in is much higher compared to placing it in my second choice.
Now comes the PSLE dilema. Statistically, it would be wise to place Virginia as the first choice given the number of positions however I believe everyone will think along the same lines and choose Virginia too. Hence, I should put the other universities even though there is only one slot as I would stand a better chance if the above were to happen. At this point, I will begin to doubt myself and further consider what if everybody's train were to run along the same track and they pick the universities with one position? This would mean I ought to stick with Virginia!
I have recently concluded that reverse-reverse psychology as applied above does not work. People generally do not think and by thinking too far ahead you are just outsmarting yourself. By employing reverse-psychology, you probably will outsmart 80% of the world's population. This is definitely the statistics to go for and even if you encounter intelligent people who can see through your strategy, this only occurs 20% of the time.
This situation of outsmarting myself also happens frequently in poker. Such a situation occurred to me while I was watching a hand being played.
Andy: Unknown cards
Table: 4 9 A
John: 7 J
Andy and John are facing off in a hold 'em round where I can see John's cards but I cannot see Andy's hand. Andy betted $2 and John called.
Andy: Unknown cards
Table: 4 9 A 5
John: 7 J
After the card fell, Andy checked. Generally, if a person checks it would indicate that he has a weak hand and you should bet aggresively regardless of yoru cards. Yet I am always thinking what if he is just playing the part and trying to reel me in. This second guessing happens in part because I see it as what I might do if put in that position.
For this particular hand, the second-guessing would have lead me to check but John just threw in a $6 bet and Andy folded sebsequently. Conventional wisdom worked! For course this is a very simplistic view of looking at this hand and there could have been many other different variations. But that's the whole point, even though there are so many other variations, sometimes just being one step ahead is enough. There is no need to countercheck your initial trick regardless of how obvious and simple it may be.
I draw parallels of this situation with street magic tricks. Often it is ridiculously simple and blatent and yet it works every time. So when is it enough? Be a one trick pony and it should be enough to help achieve your aim. Being too complex is just not worthwhile unless you are competeing with a bunch of brainics if so then the gloves are off and all rules don't count.
Tuesday, 17 July 2007
Wednesday, 11 July 2007
Identity crisis
I often get this incredible urge to have a complete overhaul of my identity. I mean sometimes I zone off and stare into space as I imagine a life that is completely different. I just need to buy a couple of suits, vests and fitting shirts and I am on my way to the slick player image. Alternatively. I could also go the other way and transform into a chigger, what's with the track suits, big ass chains and adidas shoes.
That has got to be the attraction of the internet, the ease of changing into anything you want to be. However when you think about it that is just not fun at all. The interaction you get is minimised and you can't get totally engrossed into the act. I would love to experiment with the different images that pop into my head. One day, I could be an aristocrat from london with a posh British accent, on other day I would dress and act as a tennis player, goth for another and skater the next.
Then again, all this identity changing is pretty tiring and it probably wouldn't be either conviencing nor fulfilling. Personally, I can see myself creating a persona that will exist alongside my current self. An articulate fellow with a sharp stylish fashion sense with a classy taste in jazz music. Oh my what a sophisticated person he is.
I think this way due to certain events which I feel are not be beneficial to my well-being. For instance, have you ever wondered what people thought of you or what kind of person you are viewed as. I have a pretty good idea of what kind of person I am viewed as. You know, the nice and funny guy who is slightly effeminate and weird. Cuts a lean figure leaning towards 90 pounds, "non-threatening" and doesn't really care about his image.
When looked at it in an objective way, that is seriously not cool. The image I present is strikingly similar to characters protrayed on tv, think Eric Forman, Geoge Costanza, Ben Stiller, Malcolm, every character acted by Adam Sandler and yes Milhouse. Pretty dismal. I dream of a list with notables like Brad Pitt, George Clooney, Tom Cruize, Takashi Kanishiro, Rain, Jay Chou and the likes. So far I have not been compared to them. I would now perpetuate my image with this. =(
An incident happened at Zouk involved taking self-esteem and stomping on it. I am actually not too bothered by it but it makes a great story. I was hanging at Zouk the other night with a girl. It was just the two of us and so according to normal protocol, guys will not hit on a girl who is alone with another guy. Regardless of whether they are attached or not, that's just basic respect.
During that night, I must have been radiating "come hit on my friend" vibes, I mean seriously it did not make any sense, I was dressed normally with a cap and shirt and yet I was given no respect. I honestly thought I must have been wearing something that signified that I was queer but looking back, it was pretty damn normal dressing.
My only drawn conclusion? I naturally emit a push-over aura, now that is disgusting. At the bar, on the dancefloor there was just no relent towards this onslaught of disrespect. There was one particularly pesky guy and the irony of the situation was that he was tall and buff. I clearly saw the link between the high school jock and libarian.
The night ended alright and I was not stranded or anything, but it really did get me thinking about this whole image stuff. So its often a 50-50 of doing it for fun and for the need when thoughts of metamorphism arises.
Sigh. Now you see all these random thoughts that cross my mind, LEEEEMUEL where were you to scare those freaks when you were needed most?
That has got to be the attraction of the internet, the ease of changing into anything you want to be. However when you think about it that is just not fun at all. The interaction you get is minimised and you can't get totally engrossed into the act. I would love to experiment with the different images that pop into my head. One day, I could be an aristocrat from london with a posh British accent, on other day I would dress and act as a tennis player, goth for another and skater the next.
Then again, all this identity changing is pretty tiring and it probably wouldn't be either conviencing nor fulfilling. Personally, I can see myself creating a persona that will exist alongside my current self. An articulate fellow with a sharp stylish fashion sense with a classy taste in jazz music. Oh my what a sophisticated person he is.
I think this way due to certain events which I feel are not be beneficial to my well-being. For instance, have you ever wondered what people thought of you or what kind of person you are viewed as. I have a pretty good idea of what kind of person I am viewed as. You know, the nice and funny guy who is slightly effeminate and weird. Cuts a lean figure leaning towards 90 pounds, "non-threatening" and doesn't really care about his image.
When looked at it in an objective way, that is seriously not cool. The image I present is strikingly similar to characters protrayed on tv, think Eric Forman, Geoge Costanza, Ben Stiller, Malcolm, every character acted by Adam Sandler and yes Milhouse. Pretty dismal. I dream of a list with notables like Brad Pitt, George Clooney, Tom Cruize, Takashi Kanishiro, Rain, Jay Chou and the likes. So far I have not been compared to them. I would now perpetuate my image with this. =(
An incident happened at Zouk involved taking self-esteem and stomping on it. I am actually not too bothered by it but it makes a great story. I was hanging at Zouk the other night with a girl. It was just the two of us and so according to normal protocol, guys will not hit on a girl who is alone with another guy. Regardless of whether they are attached or not, that's just basic respect.
During that night, I must have been radiating "come hit on my friend" vibes, I mean seriously it did not make any sense, I was dressed normally with a cap and shirt and yet I was given no respect. I honestly thought I must have been wearing something that signified that I was queer but looking back, it was pretty damn normal dressing.
My only drawn conclusion? I naturally emit a push-over aura, now that is disgusting. At the bar, on the dancefloor there was just no relent towards this onslaught of disrespect. There was one particularly pesky guy and the irony of the situation was that he was tall and buff. I clearly saw the link between the high school jock and libarian.
The night ended alright and I was not stranded or anything, but it really did get me thinking about this whole image stuff. So its often a 50-50 of doing it for fun and for the need when thoughts of metamorphism arises.
Sigh. Now you see all these random thoughts that cross my mind, LEEEEMUEL where were you to scare those freaks when you were needed most?
Monday, 9 July 2007
All spaced up
I abuse drugs. That's right, I know it may come as a shock but those panadol extras are just too good to ignore. Currently I am in a world of pain, I can feel the ebb of pain wash over my head, throat, stomach and body. It is just too much to bear.
After a while, its sort of a numbing sensation when the pain overwhelms me. It doesn't help that I am trying to have fun at the same time. Trying my best to go out and participate in the social friendster. I tried to watch transformers and boy what a terrible experience that was. Somehow or rather, everything becomes very matter-of-fact when you are ill. Friends were raving over the humour, fantastic explosions and coolness of the show. All I could think about was the brillance of Steven as he managed to coordinate every explosion with a jolt to my brain. Spectacular stuff.
I need to proclaim about the wonders of panadol extra. I discovered panadol extra a year ago when I took it from a friend's backpack while feeling ill. Twenty minutes later, I was in pure bliss. I felt completely numbed out and relax. Even thinking about it gives me the shakes. After taking it, I just sat back on the stairs and sort of went into a trance-like coma. I totally did not want to move and yet felt so so peaceful.
Oh man I really could use some of that afterglow right now. This office environment is definitely not instrumental for my post recovery. My neck is stiff after I concussed infront of the laptop while waiting for the excel macro to run on this ten year old laptop. Oh the pain.
What have you specialise in life? That is very important. I believe you should excel and be the best in something that you have talent for. For some it would be playing the guitar, for others it may be breakin', swimming, playing snooker or even solving jigsaws. If you don't have a skill, its quite a waste as it means you spent your youth watching television and playing computer games.
This matter of a skill is very important. It sort of gives you an identity and confidence which would otherwise be lacking. I mean people always need to take pride in something and it would normally be that particular interest they are passionate over. However the question that is raised would be to what level must one achieve to be good enough?
I would say that if people look at you and say, damn she/he sure can rap, knows her fashion, golf well. That's the mark of an accomplished skill. You need to be able to be a leader in that field to be able to impress people because it is something they are incapable of doing or knowing. Its all about being exclusive though, for example speaking japanese in Japan is not impressive at all. But if you can speak it in Singapore, its a skill. So its best if you establish yourself in an area of interest that is otherwise relatively unpractised by the rest of society. Note: Video games do not count as they are not timeless. Being a brand whore on the other hand is fair game.
At the end of the day, its not about the awe or showing off. Its about being able to say that in that particular subject, you know and can do something beyond the norm and you can kick most peoples asses. Now that's what you spent all that time for.
After a while, its sort of a numbing sensation when the pain overwhelms me. It doesn't help that I am trying to have fun at the same time. Trying my best to go out and participate in the social friendster. I tried to watch transformers and boy what a terrible experience that was. Somehow or rather, everything becomes very matter-of-fact when you are ill. Friends were raving over the humour, fantastic explosions and coolness of the show. All I could think about was the brillance of Steven as he managed to coordinate every explosion with a jolt to my brain. Spectacular stuff.
I need to proclaim about the wonders of panadol extra. I discovered panadol extra a year ago when I took it from a friend's backpack while feeling ill. Twenty minutes later, I was in pure bliss. I felt completely numbed out and relax. Even thinking about it gives me the shakes. After taking it, I just sat back on the stairs and sort of went into a trance-like coma. I totally did not want to move and yet felt so so peaceful.
Oh man I really could use some of that afterglow right now. This office environment is definitely not instrumental for my post recovery. My neck is stiff after I concussed infront of the laptop while waiting for the excel macro to run on this ten year old laptop. Oh the pain.
What have you specialise in life? That is very important. I believe you should excel and be the best in something that you have talent for. For some it would be playing the guitar, for others it may be breakin', swimming, playing snooker or even solving jigsaws. If you don't have a skill, its quite a waste as it means you spent your youth watching television and playing computer games.
This matter of a skill is very important. It sort of gives you an identity and confidence which would otherwise be lacking. I mean people always need to take pride in something and it would normally be that particular interest they are passionate over. However the question that is raised would be to what level must one achieve to be good enough?
I would say that if people look at you and say, damn she/he sure can rap, knows her fashion, golf well. That's the mark of an accomplished skill. You need to be able to be a leader in that field to be able to impress people because it is something they are incapable of doing or knowing. Its all about being exclusive though, for example speaking japanese in Japan is not impressive at all. But if you can speak it in Singapore, its a skill. So its best if you establish yourself in an area of interest that is otherwise relatively unpractised by the rest of society. Note: Video games do not count as they are not timeless. Being a brand whore on the other hand is fair game.
At the end of the day, its not about the awe or showing off. Its about being able to say that in that particular subject, you know and can do something beyond the norm and you can kick most peoples asses. Now that's what you spent all that time for.
Friday, 6 July 2007
How to win a photography competition
You will be surprised at the ease of winning a photographic competition. It is amazingly simple. What is required though is no sense of morality which I believe should be easily attainable since most of you will lose all that is left, after a couple of working years.
Now if you happen to travel to Budapest, there is a 200 meter bridge linking the old city (Pest) to the new city (Buda). In the middle of the bridge, there is an old man from Transylvanian whom I met. He proudly described the history of Transylvania which used to be a large player in Europe. Transylvania used to stretch over a large territory covering much of present day Hungary and Romania. He even showed me an map depicting ancient times to illustrate his point. It was quite a wonderful and surreal experience being perched up there with the blowing cold winter air.
This man happened to be a photographer and took pictures for many many years. One particularly breathtaking picture is from his homeland where he used 3 different filters to achieve the effect. Well, to win photography competitions, I recommend going to this man, buying a couple of pictures and submitting the photos to every photographic competition you will come across in the next 20 years.
On the other hand, if you find that crossing the globe to find a man on a bridge in Budapest too much of a hassle, you can just go online and download a couple of nice pictures to submit. Unlike plagarism, it is immersely difficult for judges to tell if the image is your or not since everything is digital now.
Furthermore, it is okay to submit the same pictures many times at different places since people do not really check and winnings photos are rarely republished. The only way to be caught is if the organisers have seen the image before and that is highly improbable provided you didn't obtain that particular image from the one of those photo hunt sites.
Imagine the glory, prizes and fame you will derive from this risk free strategy. I recommend going for the smaller competitions where the judges are less photo savvy before moving on to the big fish. I would do that myself, unfortunately my integrity after years of learning photography forbades me to do to.
The possibilities are endless. There are too many loopholes in society waiting to be exploited. I am sure you have ideas too. Share it with the world. Then again, just share it with me!
Now if you happen to travel to Budapest, there is a 200 meter bridge linking the old city (Pest) to the new city (Buda). In the middle of the bridge, there is an old man from Transylvanian whom I met. He proudly described the history of Transylvania which used to be a large player in Europe. Transylvania used to stretch over a large territory covering much of present day Hungary and Romania. He even showed me an map depicting ancient times to illustrate his point. It was quite a wonderful and surreal experience being perched up there with the blowing cold winter air.
This man happened to be a photographer and took pictures for many many years. One particularly breathtaking picture is from his homeland where he used 3 different filters to achieve the effect. Well, to win photography competitions, I recommend going to this man, buying a couple of pictures and submitting the photos to every photographic competition you will come across in the next 20 years.
On the other hand, if you find that crossing the globe to find a man on a bridge in Budapest too much of a hassle, you can just go online and download a couple of nice pictures to submit. Unlike plagarism, it is immersely difficult for judges to tell if the image is your or not since everything is digital now.
Furthermore, it is okay to submit the same pictures many times at different places since people do not really check and winnings photos are rarely republished. The only way to be caught is if the organisers have seen the image before and that is highly improbable provided you didn't obtain that particular image from the one of those photo hunt sites.
Imagine the glory, prizes and fame you will derive from this risk free strategy. I recommend going for the smaller competitions where the judges are less photo savvy before moving on to the big fish. I would do that myself, unfortunately my integrity after years of learning photography forbades me to do to.
The possibilities are endless. There are too many loopholes in society waiting to be exploited. I am sure you have ideas too. Share it with the world. Then again, just share it with me!
Wednesday, 4 July 2007
I heard an angel this morning
Now and then, friends come up to me and ask how dangerous it is riding a bike. It could be due to curiousity or maybe they wish to take a bike license themself. To answer that question, I would reply, it is extremely dangerous to ride a bike and every time I go on the road there is always a potential for an accident.
The average cost of a bike is $3000 and the required premium for insurance, road tax and maintainance amounts to only $500 annually. A full tank of petrol which can last a week only cost $14. Now although that seems amazingly cheap compared to the price of owning a car, you have to understand that the savings is at the expense of your life. Personally I feel the gahmen ought to pay us to continue riding. We are more energy efficient, contribute to lower traffic and are more productive in work due to the enhanced sleeping hours. The occupation hazard should also deem us immunity to taxes and road fines.
Ah! Now I can see you are tempted to explore the opportunity to ride a bike after the cost analysis above. Furthermore, the biker image which you covert is nothing to sniff at either. We are calm, cool and composed and chicks dig dudes in bikes. We can zip in and out of traffic and the exhilaration of riding a bike on a nice clear day is quite awesome.
The question that remains is whether you can handle the stress of riding a bike. Today my heart stopped 3 times while on the way to work. You know that feeling when you heart stops. When your teacher asks for that report which you totally forgotten. The panic you get when you open your eyes in the morning and knowing you overslept. That cliff hanging moment at the top of the Stratosphere just a split second before you get thrown down. My heart stops because of traffic scares.
The roads in Singapore is divided into 3 lanes, demarcated by a single broken white line. I normally travel inbetween the second and third lane on the single broken white line for safety reasons.
To illustrate the dangers of riding, allow me to paint a picture. This morning while traveling this route, a truck stopped out of position to my right at a traffic light. This made it exceedingly difficult for me to squeeze through the two vehicles. I did manage to clear this hurdle but not before I knocked into the edge of a BMW 7 series to my left. As you can imagine the driver was clearly shocked and swerved slightly to the left before proceeding to sound his horn and oh boy his looks could kill.
In my defence, I am pretty certain I did not stratch his car. It was a light tap. I got into quite a shock myself, I must have underestimated the space required for my bike. Although it must also be due to his large ass car which he was edging to the right.
Incidents like this occur everytime I ride. Just yesterday, a car drove over my foot in the middle of the road. It was a similar situation except this time I was moving at 60 km/h and a car tried to turn into the second lane. He obviously did not notice me at his blind spot as I was 2 cm away from touching his car. I jammed my brake, came to a stop and put my left foot down which is not the smartest thing to do in moving traffic. "A plague on both your house" I screamed, notice I quoted shakespeare to add to the dramatic effect.
Instances of death are a plenty on the road. Countless old ladies have attempted to knock me down at high speeds, either swerving out at a U-turn or cutting into my lane even though I may be next to them. Its way too similar to GTA, I have a feeling the creator was a rider. I mean there is no way some guy can have so much angst against old ladies unless they ride. I have half a mind to kick cars that are swerving into me to let them know my presence. Seriously the tiny beep that my horn makes doesn't bring across the message I want to present. I sort of want to take a pipe and smash it through their windscreen as I scream, "look before you turn bitch." Instead, I muster up all my force and jam my little finger on the horn as hard as I can which produces a pitched beeeeep. There take that. Its so emasculating.
Clearly I have not emphasis the dangers you might meet on the roads. Sometimes you get them crazy Subaru drivers that believe they are competing in F1, zooming pass a tiny slot between you at 130 km/h. Its enough to give anyone a heartattack.
Even the midgets (I believe you people call them children) are a hazard as they dash pass roads, traffic lights, zebra crossings without a care in the world. My particular favourite is the innocent burning highway of hell. Its a scorching day and you are travelling at 90 on the highway. It is clear of traffic and you feel safe, yet at the back of your mind, you know that one slip and you are roadkill. This fear perpetuates itself when you encounter a bend and at that speed you are put in a position where the only thing you can do is mutter to yourself, please don't wobble, please don't wobble.
Have I mentioned the rain? Its a bikers worst enemy. You should pay attention to bikers when it is raining at a traffic light. Its a sad sad sight. They have this looks of absolute despair on their face as they get drenched. They look so pitiful that you just want to hug them. That being said, beware of them prior to the rain when it starts to drizzle. Such despair only arises because these bikers go absolutely crazy before the rain, especially those without the raincoats. They always have this hope that they will be able to make it to their destination before the rain begins. Normally by that time, it would be too late to avoid getting drenched but that does not stop them from attempting to be like Rossi.
Well I guess I have talked enough for one day. Just remember that those bikers are risking their life everyday, go buy them a drink because they surely deserve it.
The average cost of a bike is $3000 and the required premium for insurance, road tax and maintainance amounts to only $500 annually. A full tank of petrol which can last a week only cost $14. Now although that seems amazingly cheap compared to the price of owning a car, you have to understand that the savings is at the expense of your life. Personally I feel the gahmen ought to pay us to continue riding. We are more energy efficient, contribute to lower traffic and are more productive in work due to the enhanced sleeping hours. The occupation hazard should also deem us immunity to taxes and road fines.
Ah! Now I can see you are tempted to explore the opportunity to ride a bike after the cost analysis above. Furthermore, the biker image which you covert is nothing to sniff at either. We are calm, cool and composed and chicks dig dudes in bikes. We can zip in and out of traffic and the exhilaration of riding a bike on a nice clear day is quite awesome.
The question that remains is whether you can handle the stress of riding a bike. Today my heart stopped 3 times while on the way to work. You know that feeling when you heart stops. When your teacher asks for that report which you totally forgotten. The panic you get when you open your eyes in the morning and knowing you overslept. That cliff hanging moment at the top of the Stratosphere just a split second before you get thrown down. My heart stops because of traffic scares.
The roads in Singapore is divided into 3 lanes, demarcated by a single broken white line. I normally travel inbetween the second and third lane on the single broken white line for safety reasons.
To illustrate the dangers of riding, allow me to paint a picture. This morning while traveling this route, a truck stopped out of position to my right at a traffic light. This made it exceedingly difficult for me to squeeze through the two vehicles. I did manage to clear this hurdle but not before I knocked into the edge of a BMW 7 series to my left. As you can imagine the driver was clearly shocked and swerved slightly to the left before proceeding to sound his horn and oh boy his looks could kill.
In my defence, I am pretty certain I did not stratch his car. It was a light tap. I got into quite a shock myself, I must have underestimated the space required for my bike. Although it must also be due to his large ass car which he was edging to the right.
Incidents like this occur everytime I ride. Just yesterday, a car drove over my foot in the middle of the road. It was a similar situation except this time I was moving at 60 km/h and a car tried to turn into the second lane. He obviously did not notice me at his blind spot as I was 2 cm away from touching his car. I jammed my brake, came to a stop and put my left foot down which is not the smartest thing to do in moving traffic. "A plague on both your house" I screamed, notice I quoted shakespeare to add to the dramatic effect.
Instances of death are a plenty on the road. Countless old ladies have attempted to knock me down at high speeds, either swerving out at a U-turn or cutting into my lane even though I may be next to them. Its way too similar to GTA, I have a feeling the creator was a rider. I mean there is no way some guy can have so much angst against old ladies unless they ride. I have half a mind to kick cars that are swerving into me to let them know my presence. Seriously the tiny beep that my horn makes doesn't bring across the message I want to present. I sort of want to take a pipe and smash it through their windscreen as I scream, "look before you turn bitch." Instead, I muster up all my force and jam my little finger on the horn as hard as I can which produces a pitched beeeeep. There take that. Its so emasculating.
Clearly I have not emphasis the dangers you might meet on the roads. Sometimes you get them crazy Subaru drivers that believe they are competing in F1, zooming pass a tiny slot between you at 130 km/h. Its enough to give anyone a heartattack.
Even the midgets (I believe you people call them children) are a hazard as they dash pass roads, traffic lights, zebra crossings without a care in the world. My particular favourite is the innocent burning highway of hell. Its a scorching day and you are travelling at 90 on the highway. It is clear of traffic and you feel safe, yet at the back of your mind, you know that one slip and you are roadkill. This fear perpetuates itself when you encounter a bend and at that speed you are put in a position where the only thing you can do is mutter to yourself, please don't wobble, please don't wobble.
Have I mentioned the rain? Its a bikers worst enemy. You should pay attention to bikers when it is raining at a traffic light. Its a sad sad sight. They have this looks of absolute despair on their face as they get drenched. They look so pitiful that you just want to hug them. That being said, beware of them prior to the rain when it starts to drizzle. Such despair only arises because these bikers go absolutely crazy before the rain, especially those without the raincoats. They always have this hope that they will be able to make it to their destination before the rain begins. Normally by that time, it would be too late to avoid getting drenched but that does not stop them from attempting to be like Rossi.
Well I guess I have talked enough for one day. Just remember that those bikers are risking their life everyday, go buy them a drink because they surely deserve it.
Tuesday, 3 July 2007
This is going to sound a little obsessive
Are you cool? Well, to be honest, it all boils down to your particular CCA which you engaged in secondary school. I happened to be a scout which according to the universal cool guide, just isn't cool. Therefore, its sad to say but I am not cool.
Here's the list of cool CCAs. Waterpolo, Swimming, Rugby and Tennis. If you happen to be in dragonboating, badminton, soccer, basketball etc, too bad, those CCAs score low on the universal cool guide. This is only prevalent in your secondary schools. By that, I mean people who are reading this post right now. That's right, I know which secondary schools you guys come from.
For female schools, the cool CCAs are Netball, Hockey and Tennis. You might try to argue that you were cool too, hanging out in your own little groups or mixing around with other cool sportspeople. But face it, if you did not belong in any of the CCAs listed above, you are just not cool. If you care to argue your CCAs belongs in the cool list, I might reconsider adding it.
So, what were the privileges you missed out on?
You probably had a poor disparity of friends in term of the gender ratio being skewed to one side. You were probably not the source of gossip in schools of the opposite sex. You were probably not sitting at the cool sports table every recess where you could be loud and rowdy. You probably are still clueless when people ask about seniors in your school (people only ask about cool seniors in the mentioned CCA whom you would have known if you were in the right CCA). You probably did not obtained any school colours. Instead, through those four years, you have obtained useless knowledge about television shows, skills in just about every arcade and computer games, rehashed storylines of Enid Blyton and read just about every teenage magazine produced in those four years.
Congratulation if you weren't in a cool CCA. You are not a jock but it also means you are not cool and those passive years have given you a body structure that people will fail to appreciate for all its worth.
These thoughts also led me to this point. My son will be a doctor. After realising how much trouble it will be to secure a good job, the easiest way to moderate success is definitely through the medical route. Other professions are just as feasible such as a lawyer or pilot but being a medical doctor definitely requires the least initiative and effort.
I mean after 6 years of medical school, you get assigned a position in your respective hospital. Furthermore, you obtain job satisfaction as you are curing sick people. There is no need to fight for your internship or recruitment as these trivial details will be sorted out by the intensive demand.
Contrary to popular belief, it will be a painless process for my son. In fact I will make it his life's ambition to suceed. I will pretend to suffer from a terminal illness which will prompt him to get into medical school. I will say (imagine a weak voice while you read the next line) if only you are a doctor then you are cure this illness which is plaguing my life. I suffer so much. Oh...
Similarly, I will use this tactic to get him to join waterpolo, play the piano, go horse back-riding and learn to the waltz. To ensure his interest, I will build up the passion by feigning defeat and despair which can only be avenged by his success. Let's hope he becomes an arrogant brat, it would be so much fun!
Here's the list of cool CCAs. Waterpolo, Swimming, Rugby and Tennis. If you happen to be in dragonboating, badminton, soccer, basketball etc, too bad, those CCAs score low on the universal cool guide. This is only prevalent in your secondary schools. By that, I mean people who are reading this post right now. That's right, I know which secondary schools you guys come from.
For female schools, the cool CCAs are Netball, Hockey and Tennis. You might try to argue that you were cool too, hanging out in your own little groups or mixing around with other cool sportspeople. But face it, if you did not belong in any of the CCAs listed above, you are just not cool. If you care to argue your CCAs belongs in the cool list, I might reconsider adding it.
So, what were the privileges you missed out on?
You probably had a poor disparity of friends in term of the gender ratio being skewed to one side. You were probably not the source of gossip in schools of the opposite sex. You were probably not sitting at the cool sports table every recess where you could be loud and rowdy. You probably are still clueless when people ask about seniors in your school (people only ask about cool seniors in the mentioned CCA whom you would have known if you were in the right CCA). You probably did not obtained any school colours. Instead, through those four years, you have obtained useless knowledge about television shows, skills in just about every arcade and computer games, rehashed storylines of Enid Blyton and read just about every teenage magazine produced in those four years.
Congratulation if you weren't in a cool CCA. You are not a jock but it also means you are not cool and those passive years have given you a body structure that people will fail to appreciate for all its worth.
These thoughts also led me to this point. My son will be a doctor. After realising how much trouble it will be to secure a good job, the easiest way to moderate success is definitely through the medical route. Other professions are just as feasible such as a lawyer or pilot but being a medical doctor definitely requires the least initiative and effort.
I mean after 6 years of medical school, you get assigned a position in your respective hospital. Furthermore, you obtain job satisfaction as you are curing sick people. There is no need to fight for your internship or recruitment as these trivial details will be sorted out by the intensive demand.
Contrary to popular belief, it will be a painless process for my son. In fact I will make it his life's ambition to suceed. I will pretend to suffer from a terminal illness which will prompt him to get into medical school. I will say (imagine a weak voice while you read the next line) if only you are a doctor then you are cure this illness which is plaguing my life. I suffer so much. Oh...
Similarly, I will use this tactic to get him to join waterpolo, play the piano, go horse back-riding and learn to the waltz. To ensure his interest, I will build up the passion by feigning defeat and despair which can only be avenged by his success. Let's hope he becomes an arrogant brat, it would be so much fun!
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