Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Summer days are just made for doing things, especially if it’s nothing.
"'It means only one thing, and everything: cut. Once committed to fight, cut. Everything else is secondary. Cut. This is your duty and purpose, your hunger. There is no rule more important, no commitment that overrides that one. Cut.'
His words chilled her to the bone as he went on.
'The lines are a portrayal of the dance. Cut from the void, not from bewilderment. Cut the enemy as quickly and directly as possible. Cut with certainty. Cut decisively, resolutely. Cut into his strength. Flow through the gaps in his guard. Cut him. Cut him down utterly. Don't allow him a breath. Crush him. Cut him without mercy to the depths of his spirit.'
'It is the balance to life: death. It is the dance with death.'
'It is the law a war wizard lives by, or he dies.'"
- "Temple of the Winds" by Terry Goodkind
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Tuesday, September 16, 2008
If you can’t win by reason, go for volume.
Ok. I'll be the first to admit that i'm a kantang.
I only got a B3 for my 'O' level Chinese by luck and i got a C5 for my 'AO' level Chinese by chance. The only reason why i didn't fail on both occasions, is because the marker probably reached his quota for failing people and gave me sympathy marks for me to pass.
However, i still can write, converse and listen to a little bit of Chinese. Writing, saying and hearing my chinese name counts, doesn't it? So i'm not really a kantang, right? A full kantang is one who cannot read, talk or listen to Chinese at all. So i'm probably half a kantang (where half = 1/2 = 0.5 = 50%).
Speaking of which, if
English = kantang,
Chinese = rice?
After much 'education' from the army and two years of talking to contractors, my mother has commented any number of times that my Hokkien is improving. However, i can't write Hokkien. So how does this language fit in? And since
English = kantang
Chinese = rice,
Hokkien = prawn noodles?
Since we have already establish that i am half a kantang (where half = 1/2 = 0.5 = 50%), it also stands to reason that the rice and prawn noodles will occupy the remaining space. This can be calculated by a very complex equation as follows:
kantang + rice + prawn noodles = MeSince Me = 1 = 100%, kantang = half = 1/2 = 0.5 = 50%,
rice + prawn noodles = Me - kantangrice + prawn noodles = 1 - 1/2 = 1 - 0.5 = 100% - 50%rice + prawn noodles = 1/2 = 0.5 = 50%Since rice = listen + talk + read, prawn noodles = listen + talk,(listen + talk + read) + (listen + talk) = 50%therefore, assuming listen = talk = read = 10%,rice = 30%prawn noodles = 20%
And since i'm an engineer, of course i have a nice little graph to show you how it looks like.
Tada!
So. What is your language composition? :)
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Sunday, September 07, 2008
“Studies in contemporary state-sponsored terrorism”. Also known as gym class.
Whenever i smell the fresh morning air that is ever present from about 2.00am to 4.00am in the morning, i always get this feeling of sian-ness.
Why?
The only reasons why you are smelling that fresh morning air is either you got guard duty, in which you're trying to protect the country and hence only able to sleep in two-or-three-hours intervals, inter-dispensed with one hour of guard duty throughout the entire night.
Or you got Physical Training (PT) in the morning, in which you're trying to be (read: forced to be >.<) in better shape to protect the country and hence, do the Five Basic Exercises (5 BX) with your sergeants yelling at you that their grandmothers can run/exercise faster, and therefore results in you sweating and panting for breath early in the morning.
Either way, its not a good sign that you're able to smell the fresh morning air.
Of course, there is always a chance that its because your mahjong session just finished and you're on the way for your customary supper of prata with your friends. :)
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