If the hokien term Gong Kia could get an official spokesperson, thye might want to try me. I have been on those freaking drugs they put on you in the polyclinics that make you go *poof* in 3 hours flat.

Oh. Medicine time.

****

Yum yum. Milk. I thin I'm going to do advitising for Farmhouse.



They taste so much better than your standard HL Milk. You people should try it.

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I'm really starting to hate SingNet. It disconnects me almost everytime someone talks on the phone. So much so someone has to use the fax line to call out, lest they want to get hexed.

I need extra vitamin C. So sick now even Chengyi's frequent farts won't matter to me.

Talking about incessant farts, someone let the monkeys out.

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PLEASE HELP US LOCATE OUR LOST MONKEYS

LAST SEEN IN YJC J1-02

Picture taken of a humungous monkey called CHENGYI (centre)



AWARD of S$2,000,000 for person who finds this rare & extremely stupid species.

Singapore Zoological Gardens
Management
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Anyway as I was saying before these commercials, I'm so sick that Chengyi's fart about how his "colour deficiency" caused him not to be able to see my blog properly,

*pauses*

and that doesn't matter. So here I am down with flu that I must have contacted along the underground in Yishun while catching a bus to go home. Even Faiz is sick --- or so he claims --- so I can conclude that in a few days time, the whole school will be down with flu. And that makes it even better cos I'll have recovered from my flu but the whole world will be penalised in their OP cos they didn't come.

HA!

Baboon craziness is spreading. And our chinese Lao Shi started it. That's the fact. She wrote that awesome looking baboon character on the board. So we can learn a few more vocab words. And in the end, we learn all the wrong stuff.

No thanks to her.

Talking about chinese vocab, I was talking to CCY about the chinese B syllabus. So I asked what the paper is all about.

"It's **** lor! Even if you write the whole passage in English but littered with chinese words, it doesn't matter" (translation offered by http://www.fishy_fella.com)

Must be pretty retarted, since hopeless people like Wei Png takes chinese B. Bleah. Somehow, Jeremy pops up into my head now screaming at me saying he WANTS TO LEARN NORMAL CHINESE BUT "I JUST CAN'T".

Sheesh. Can't be helped.

Get real, people. Chinese is your mother tongue. Even Callista (age 2) can say a few chinese words that'll make Chinese B takers go violent violet in the face. Shame on you. English was NEVER our language until our beloved LKY decide in his theoraCRAZY ways that our mother tongue is second class. Come to think of it, I think he couldn't speak chinese at that time, so he did what he did.

As I'm watching Channel U's news now, I thought of it as the ridiculously blown up version of any half hour news. 10 years back, there was only one chinese medium channel. And that was SBC 8. So now the media authority has decided to open up the fking media and so we now have about 7 channels excluding your current Starhub's 50+ channels --- available to all citizens whichever corner you squat in --- for a small fee.

And there was a time about 10 months back that the 10pm slot became the hottest slot in town cos the CEO of MediaWorks told Channel U's boss to move the nightly news up to the 10pm slot to get the viewers of Channel 8.

So with competiton, the chinese news became looong and looooooooooonger. So much so they became a drag to watch. Channel 8 discovered this err, so they cut back on the time for other more profitable shows such as the re-telecast of Holland V. But Channel U's so stupid.

Right.

They LOVE draggy news. So I decided to watch Channel 8's news slot instead now.
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Destructive mood now.

The only bimbo around who is willing to request for an participation in my blog is Howlly. Houston, we've got a bimbo here!

Of course, the chivarous me let her in her on the basis that she can put her 20 digits together and form a number.

If you look riiiight down there in this page, I believe you may be able to see a link that says " WINE download". I tried nay times with WINE, but I believe I've just begun to dug some gold out of WINE, from the many times of failure from that piece of shit. The WINE version that came with my Mandrake discs are sooo oobit that the just give shitty fonts size that's only slightly smaller than somebody who's trying to shove 5,000 words onto a piece of A4 paper.

Hallelujah.

And guess what? My screen size is not any erro message to come out small.

OK. here's it.

Go to your favourite wor processor. That's microsoft word, you git. Choose "Bazooka" and font size 4. See now? THAT's the size I saw.

I dug some gold today --- or rather just now, is because I managed to work the Calculator of Micro$loth! Isn't it amazing??? I got shocled myself, but the font's still size 4.

How intuitive can the developers for WINE get?

Oh. As usual *jackie din't come again. I thank Cal & Em .... *muaKZ* for making me so damn tired that I knocked out at 10.30. And in the morning, while I checked my messages --- not that I'll get any except for Howlly's incessant pleas --- I was, um...pleasantly surprised...to see this:

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From *jackie: 11.42p.m. 24 Oct 04

Todae gt sch anot?
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Puh-lease. Andy thought this guy thought there are marking days, just like in primary schools for PSLE. Some body should seriously get his brain checked.

Talking about PSLE, was walking along the kindergarten downstairs a few days ago when I saw this big bunch of kindergarteners dancing while this sexy bimbo's singing. Ha. For a while --- and I have no idea how --- I contemplated to ask to teach at this kindergarten when I'm free.

Knocked out of it when I walked away from those monsters.

*Phew*

SleepingCloud has a crush on the ice-cream girl.
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I want to write. And write. And write.

Technically speaking, I've got 5 kids in my house now.

5 kids = WAR

Callista,
Emberlynn,
Mun Mun aka sandy,
Xue Yi..

Last but the definitely not the least,

my little brother.

My gawd.

And just 1 minute ago, Emberlynn was crying and brawling cos she saw her milk bottle (which is FULL) in sight.

But she can't drink it. Cos she's supposed to be wait for her chance to change after Callista is done. So my youngest aunty is tending to her, after she bit her on the hand on the bus. No.

My aunty bit Em on the bus.

I have a family of cannibals.

*5min later*

Now Cal has screamed her way into my bedroom after finishing her milk.

*3min later*

Now my aunty brought the remaining terror into my bedroom.

Just how to do math like that?
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Mich's soOoooo shameless.

She asked to meet during January so that we can give her presents. But then again, most Jan babies are the crazy sort.

The most important hour today is 5.35pm and the least is 8.06am.

And suddenly I got the urge to sit down and do maths. To spite Howlly, who somehow got access to my computer. I think she typed it while I'm shitting myself studying for physics.
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Being the bimboistic selfof me tody, I'm suddenly inspired to write this down before I forget it again due to my bimboistic brain.

Took the mathematics paper (those pea-brains kept on calling it math, oh WTF). Math paper than. So our dear Chengyi confided to the bimboistic me that he has completed almost all of the paper in about 2 hours. I'm really impressed! considering that I've almost completed my second question --- oh. was it my 12th? I've really no idea. I mean. What's the difference? It's only an extra digit.

So obviously panicked after heearing that Chengyi has no idea how to do question 50. What the hell?! I'm about 58 questions away from that!

I had to almost hand in another blank sheet of paper in the end, duh.

Going back to Chengyi, he something else about him not being able to prove another question. Proving??? I've never heard of that!! You mean we actually had to prove by combing so many numbers together? I'll try some day to do that. Of course. Numbers has never been my strong point. Just look at my fellow bimbos --- Pamela Anderson, Jessica Simpson, Ashlee Simpson. They can hardly add 2 fingers together. I on the other hand has proven myself much better than them!

I can add up to 20! That's one-fold their progress within 17 years! and ten years their junior! I guess you can't understand that. Even I can't. My goodness. English has never been a strong point of mine. But you can't compare my language with my fellow blonds. They got their songs written for them, though they claimed that they wrote the lovely lyrics themselves.

I can't stand liers.

Going back to my maths credits from my 'O'-level, showing them off is an understatement. I mean. My fellow current classmates had what? Grade 2? Grade 3? Grade 4? They're bullshit compared to mine! If I know who to work the stupid thing they call a scanner, I'll scan my slip in and even Bill Clinton will get a shock and die successfully from his heart attack! A bimbo getting 2 grade As for her math!

MY GAWD. *slaps cheeks in excitement*

*continue slapping herself cos she still can't believe herself*

Have you ANY IDEA how hard it is to get these 2 grades? Elementary math was so damn hard that I told myself I'm not going to get my boobs done if I don't get my A for this! And I promised myself that I'll get my butt enhanced to look just like Kylie's if I can get an A for it!

Somehow, my boyfriend got to know my targets, so he bought me a plane ticket to Cambridge to make sure I get my As! It was so sweet of him! And oh! Just before I boarded the plane, he gave me a quickie and in the toilet, he just whispered into my ear that I can do anything to get my As. So after I boarded the SilkAir plane for Heathrow, I devised a perfect plan! You mustn't tell anyone about it, deal?

OK here's it.

I actually gave 100 sessions of blowjobs to my markers! 100 for each. The A-math marker was a slightly more greedy. He wanted to do it at the beach where everyone could see us and he made it out with me in broad daylight along the corridor of the apartment I was residing it! Gosh. He reallty sucked at it. People were looking and staring and worst of all --- they walk away after 2 seconds of staring as if it was the normal thing in the world to shag someone along the corridor!

I loved the attention, of course. I'm a bimbo. I can't help it. I LOVE attention.

In the end, I got tired and hungry so I chewed on my own g-string for comfort --- and missing my boyfriend back in Singapore loads. Dang. Shawn's coming back. Gotta go! I'll be around next time to finish my story. And please DON''T tell my boyfriend I gave a stranger more blowjobs than I had it with him.

~Howlly

Shops around this area definitely don't use the old cashier where everytime the lady behind the counter presses the "ENTER" button, the machine goes "KA-CHING!!"

The Econs shop downstairs does.

Obviously the exams has hit some people in their head. And some prefer to give shit about it:



I don't need breaks now. I need all the Chickens Essence in Singapore to cram for physics.

The Straits Times has changed their cover. Obviously we Computer Times has evolved into Digital Life. Gawd. It rocks! And you know why? They had about 3 articles on open source! And our saviour Linus Torvalds is on the page!

OOOsh!

My day rocked.
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Somehow, the circulation of my blog is getting higher and higher.

At least the number of people whom I knew had read my blog for the first time in their busy life has been increasing. Either it's my own bad luck or my fellow blogger have been promoting me thru their blogs.

Take for instance: Benjamin. Gawd. Who knows he actually reads on people's lives. At least he gave some sign of reading mine when he told me how "infomative" my blog is in the library while I was studying with CY and Andy. Hasyir, as usual, was only interested with the huge 3rd finger I pointed literally across the library --- probably about 3 classroom's length. And I can't remember. I think Mark. Oh yeah. Right. Mark. He said I looked like a nice guy from the outside.

Just as rotten in the inside.

Guess he's correct. Ha! =p

Then I met Guan Lin and Ya Ling. That's my cousin whom I didn't see since last year? I dunno. So I didn't recognise her when she stepped into BK. Was studying with Kodomut, KaiZoKu and LittleC4. Then they came in.

Frankly, I saw only Guan Lin at first. Then I saw this other women. Thought it's one of those odd friends that Guan Lin has. So I didnn't bother. Then I turned for while. Split second later thought that this woman in bright pink looked familiar.

Very familiar.

So I turned again. Riiiiight.

My cousin.

She looked ocmpletely different. I think the bleached hair is a bt too extreme, but other than a little less plump, she's still the same.

Kodomut, KaiZoKu and LittleC4 were oggling at my cousin. Could almost saliva and loads of crap coming out from them.

When they left our table, I had to shake KaiZoku awake. Obviously he wasn't thinking of Mathematical Induction.

Then Kodomut commented ( pointing at me ) : "Obviously you didn't get her genes!"

What bull. I look twice as fabulous as the Brad Pit, OK? Haha.

Finished watching The Simpsons just now. And staring Simon Cowell. Booo. He looked just like himself in American Idol!
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Just finished re-drafting my speech in preparation for my OP tomorrow. Opps. Even the writing style's the same as OP now.

Gawd.

Mrs Dhillion will be so glad that I prepared my speech instead of the last-10-minute speech that she'll start sobbing when she hears me. Well, the last time wasn't all that bad, but it was still last minute kinda thing. So the shit hit the fan because even her first presenter from our group made it sound as if she was making a morning announcement at the podium.

Yes. The shit hits the fan is a Ang-mohishy correct term.

Actually I had written something before that day, and it was the night before that night. Screwed it bad when I saw the quality that my group members had. Obviously one has to keep up, else he won't be getting the High-Es that they're getting. *Jackie's speech was also a threat. Can't imagine a day when a teacher will grade Your's Truely lower than *jackie.

No waaaaay.

Back to my speech.

I wrote something that's like 6 lines expansion of the single redundant point. Can't remember most of it already --- Hey! Bad memory, OK? And I even introduced Lav into her speech so slick that I have to warn her 1st thing in the morning to write her ending as slick as mine so that she make Abigail fall down due to the slickness.

Ha!

Oh yeah.

Promos coming. People are getting odder.

In class, our Barbarian aka Miss Lim Wen Jia is drinking kopi. "My second in 2 weeks, OK?" she was telling her daddy in class.

My best friend Hasyir is going thru Ramadan soon --- 15 Oct, was it? And the promos is next week. Not that anyone one should care much for this crocodile-skinned homo sapien if he dies and he flesh rots inside those scales of his. (BTW, if you are sitting beside him for about 2++ years, you know enough he has this skin condition, but when you see to much and ponder too much on it, you begin to wonder whether he really came from Mr & Mrs Supa'at, instead of being picked up at the Zoo's croc enclosure while Farhana and her parents were having their outings on Sundays) We had aircon in Anderson while taking our 'O's, so at least it kept him cool enough not to rot to fast. YJ's too poor even to have a fridge the size of mine at home, so I think I'll start to write a fairwell card for my friend later, lest I won't be seeing him the week after cos he's lying in the storeroom in the hall where not even the flies go.

I met Jia Hui in the canteen while I had my lunch with CCY, and he was going : "Xun! Xun! How?"

"What hapened?!!" PLease imagine me as a concerned friend with the shocked look.

"My maths! Fail liao. Since sec4...amaths...whoah lao...poor. shit...die liao!"

*Dazed look*

I really hope Jia Hui can make it. He retained in sec3. So that's why he's here with my year. But I don't want to see him retain another year. It's really bad aura. Think I'll look for ShiQin tomorrow to ward off those malay-bastard ghosts.

Although *jackie knows that he's chance of retaining is higher than mine and CCY's combined together, I don't think he's shitting himself in the pants yet. Reality check: >70% for every paper to pass promos.

Gawd.

Yeah. Ma's coming back tomorrow. No need to look after my kid brother anymore.
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I was doing the Maths papers just now when I felt bored so i came to blog.

What an excuse.

Back to the papers. I think I'm going to fail the paper if I had been born about 2 years back and suay-suay also come to yj. Gawd. The paper's questions are like one liners and expect you to use your magical prediction-globe to guess what's the shit that they want.

And I hate these questions. It's either you get it the first time or you won't get it for eternity even if you had spent a million think-till-you-rot years --- but you won't get it. I so suay today not in mood to do.

*sigh*

Anyway, my desktop's much more colourful now. Shrinked the bar abit to suit the background, which I so fortuantely found again thru http;//www.kde.org



Oh. One advice here. Never NEVER offer to foot the bill first when you go out with about 10 friends to a posher-than-canteen restaurant. You almost always certainly lose out.

Siyun's was going away to Adelain to study money. So my primary six classmates decided to go out for dinner to celebrate the fact that this miny M.I.S. terror's going to be John Howard's business from that day forth.

So we went to Swensons at Changi Airport --- mainly cos it's convinient for her. After the dinner, where Weijun accused poor Your's Truely of eating his crayfish damn slowly so the pathetic 2 pieces of fish looked as if they had served the entire whale-sized fillet to me.

*Sobs*

Anyway, with about 10 fingers, or at least a few toes of mine too, I think we were a reduced size gang of about 12. Could have been a 30-people kinda thing, but I don't think the manager could have died holding the phone while he handled Serene's request on the phone to reserve seats for "hmm....about thirty adults?"

It's time for the grand finale.

YESSSSSSSssss.....

EARTH Q.U.A.K.E. !!!

Bobby vacuumed most of it. We had to ration off the remaining trickles of cream and beans. ^_^

When paying time came, no everybody bought enough. For a while, we seriously thought Wee Leong and Chongyu had to stay behind to wash the dishes for the sexy manager. I'm sure they wouldn't have mined, if not she had looked like some damned whore and in need of some liposuction around areas that you wouldn't have told the world you needed them.

So they ran.

Ended me, Wenkai and Serene stayed back to pass the big blue notes to that sexy manager.

I have to state clearly now that I have no inkling of the cash that I have. So the probability that you took $5 from my wallet and me not knowing is almost 0.99999999999999999.

So I topped off the rest, and took the receipt because even Serene and Wenkai couldn't resist the sexiness of the manger and slipped off and left me with the whore-a-like.

I started counting money. The rest of the gang behind me. (I had to lead them to the SkyTrain. These top-JC students had no darn idea how the airport works) And I counted money. Then Wee Leong and Chongyu discussed how much to give me back and shit like that. While I continued counting money while Siyun started resembling the Road-Runner cos she's late for the arrival of her grand-whosoever and hurring everyone including me.

Distractions made me lost count. I have poor memory. So Your's Truely decided to count money after Siyun leaves.

On the bus I counted. While Wenkai starts scaring the rest of us wiht horr stories of Catholic High. The two girls --- Serene and Olivia --- HAHAH. SCared to tears. Even the aircon to them seemd like some light pontianak-translucent cloth running over their uniforms. Gentlemenly Weijun and Johnathan dropped off with Serene to walk her home --- cos she got real scared by the time 858 reached Yishun. Me and Chongyu got stuck with Olivia --- we had to deliver this package home.

Another shivering package underneath all the thick makeup of bravery and faked-ignorance of the ghost stories. Brr.

Olivia's mom came ot fetch her. And didn't even thanked us for delivering her daughter in one piece --- alive and kicking. Ungrateful woman. Next time I'll sneak her off to some ulu corner behind the block of flats and pay the Bangladesh to rape Olivia till she goes crying and bleeding to near death. Yes. I'll be willing to pay high price for that act. Loads of money for that. ooooohhhh yesssss. It's worth that much.

Joking.

So by the time we had reached our area after we split at the side outside the church, Chongyu and me went in our direction --- which's is a few blocks away. Than CY confessed that even he got spooked. Natually, me --- had to accompany CY to his block.

Bah.

Haam-chee scumbags.

I reached home in one piece and feeling ready for Saturday, mind you the sadistic ones.

And when I recounted the money 2 weeks later, i realised I had paid for all their taxes, that's why about $10's M.I.A. from my wallet.

That's one Linux Format Magazine down the drain.

Next time, we'll go Cafe Cartel to makan. I won't be paying first.
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I feel like I'm going to burst out smiling soon.

First. I felt like a piece of shit today while doing the maths paper. So I decided to spam people's mobiles with the junk I have on my own mobile. BTW, I think it's giving up on me soon and it's gonna sputter a die of excessive spasm cos in one minute, it has the ability to receive about 60 sms.

So if I had been a horrible owner like some of my friends are, and set it to vibrate even if I'm not in a lecture, my last phone --- and I supposed this one too --- is gonna die a spastic death while receiving a messege.

I got diverted.

Back to my story.

I get all kinds of responses when I spam. So here's a sample of what I get:

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Caresse says:

# Another spam-able messege #
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David Kong says:

Wat e hell man! Haha. =p
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Esther Leong says:

Haha. Sorry. But who u?
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Pei Lyn says:

# Another spam-able messege #
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Michelle says:

im not a pig hor! go tell XXX XXXX la! hahaha
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Colin says:

Siao. this kind of msg also send, haha
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Rebecca Wong says:

# Another spam-able messege #
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Selina says:

Hey! aiyo...
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Kwan Kei says:

i cant read chi msg leh. wat u say
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Samantha says:

# Another spam-able messege # --- really sadistic one
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Abigail says:

# Another spam-able messege # --- really qian bian one
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Zhichao says:

# Another spam-able messege #

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3 characters to express my feelings:

. . .

The second thing's that worth mentioning is that if you happen to live near my place --- and the only other person who can see Johor the way I see is Meow Jiat who lives next block --- is the really huge crane that I've been seeing for the last 2 weeks or so. Not that it's of anything special, the shape and all, and I've seen it countless number of times before sometime last year and the year before and so on and so forth, but crane are supposed to be big and heavy and all.

There are cranes all around that crane, but I guess it the size of this one that amazes me really bad. It's the size of width of 20 of those normal cranes around it.

That's right.

And it's solid-20 kind of crane.

Talk about Size does matter.

And it's on a ship.

Yep. The crane's around the Sembawang Ship yard area. If the theif in Malaysia who stole the metals on the Plus Highway can steal that crane and sel it off, they be rich beyond their wildest Pat Pong dreams.


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Because of the harsh attacks on Dave Hewson recently, I have prepared a summary of the technical reasons why I find 95/NT better than Linux:

Because all operating systems are written by programmers, I assume that any operating system is much smarter than me. Thus, any good operating system should try to outsmart me by restricting my options at every turn. Linux, like all versions of UNIX, is lousy at restricting my options because at the command line virtually any operation can be performed with ease. (For example, 'rm -rf /win' could delete an entire mounted directory, with virtually no popup window whatsoever.)

I'm proud to say that there is no such danger in 95/NT. Window pop up when I want to make a change, and then more pop up to ask if I'm sure I want the change. Thankfully, Windows 95/NT operating systems look after my computer's well-being by occasionally switching configuration settings from the way I want them to what the OS programmers think they might probably ought to be. Boy, I'm just impressed with how smart they are. Once I learned to live with whatever the default settings are on any new hardware I install, I can't say the number of hours I have saved.

I use that spare time to reboot my Windows machine multiple times a day. Technical support personnel recommend that I do it regularly --- kind of like brushing my teeth. To help remind me of this necessity, Windows pop up to tell me to reboot whenever I make a configuration change. By now my machine is minty fresh, I figure.

There is no such useful rebooting in a Linux system. It's as reliable as sunrise, with uptimes in weeks and months (now years, I figure). Virtually no configuration change requires a reboot, to boot. Imagine all that plague in the computer. Gross!

In 95/NT I am prevented from making dangerous fundamental configuration changes unless I use a special "registry editor". I have found it so useful to have this separate editor that I hope in future versions they go all the way and supply a separate editor for each file on the disk --- in that way Windows could pop up at every keystroke to warn me that changing any line in the file I am editing could cause the system to not run properly. If this were the only case, people would finally learn that it is best to just stick with the mouse and they would be freed of the need to constantly move their hands back to the keyboard. ( If one stops to think about it, the mouse is a much better device to use than the keyboard. Ever heard of someone getting carpal tunnel syndrome from a mouse? No. it's comfortable and ergonomic. Like morse code devices. That's how long distance communication started, after all.)

Linux, by contrast, requires no special editor to change configuration files. The fact that there is no "registry" in Linux allows abomination of using any tect editor whatsoever to do the configuration. Can you believe that configuration files are usually stored clear text? Talk about dangerous!

I am also happy to report that I have experienced no truth to the rumour that Windows disks become corrupt after improper shutdowns. Indeed, I have been forced to impreperly shutdown the machine innumerable times after it locks up, and I have no apparent problems to report regarding the disk. No such claim can be made for Linux. They say something about lack of data points. Excuses are all I ever seem to hear from the Linux crowd.

By sheersize alone, Windows 95/NT beats Linux hands down. it is so much bigger, it is obvious that it is better. Why whould you want a small OS with large disks and RAM sizes we have these days? For this reason alone, I heartily recommend Windows as a way to maxinize resource utilization. Your CPU and disk will constantly be pegged to the limit, the way god intended. The Linux kernel and drivers accounts for only about 750KB. Why, even the Microsoft Win16 subsystem uses more space than that.

It is no surprise that Windows cost $270 on the retail market and Linux doesn't cost anything. People know what they want, and they want Windows. Because Linux is free, that means it's basically worthless. The same goes for all the developement tools, remotable GUIs, and applications, which all cost money for Windows (i.e. , worth something) and free for Linux ( worthless! ).

Installing software is very easy in Windows. I usually slip in the CDs without ever reading instructions or warnings, and just double click on what ever Window pops ups. There is no need to read anything or touch the keyboard. ( Did I mention I hate that thing? ) Well, OK, I have learnt the hard way the machine locks up if I don't take the time to close all other applications.

Linux, by contrast, requires typing on the keyboard to get anything to install at all. And you always have to know the NAME of programs you eant to install. For example in RedHat, you have to type ' rpm -ivh ' to install the program and documentation. Linux needs to get with the '90s!

Windows follows the DOS convention of putting \r\n at the end of every line of a text file. While this is only a mild concern because of the relative rarity of text files on Windows machines these days --- thank god --- it helps to differentiate between the text files and other files. Sadly, Linux makes no distinction between text and other files.

If I legitmately purchase Windows 95/NT, I can call Microsoft customer support to get help with my problems. After a short hold of an hour or so, they always help me. Eversince I told them I was dual booting to Linux, they were able to flag my account and now each time I call even the entry level support personnel I am connected to say that Linus is the source of my problems. Everyone seems to agree that Linux is no good. the more I listen, the more I'm impressed with the knowledge of the support staff there.

By contrast, in Linux, all I have is stockpiles of resources and documentation that I would actually have to read in order to understand. Sure, I could obtain Linux support from a commercial organization, but they would probably just tell me I have to use a text editor to fix up my system.

In the end, I have no need for all that old computer donkey UNIX. I don't need to run big UNIX task, afterall. I refuse to become one of those bug-eyed computer users, that's for sure. As soon as I can keep Wiindows from crashing for long enough, I'm going to delete my Linux partition, i.e., the equivalent of moving it to the recycle bin, saying that I'm sure, emytying the recycle bin, and again saying that I'm sure.

Hope you enjoyed this. :) Comments or suggestions for improvement of this text are welcome.

----Jon Hamkins (c) 1997

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http://dclug.tux.org/whyWNT95better.yeahright.html

Blog surfing just a while ago and I can't believe that someone will actually make his bloody bog look like the screenies OSes had that's older than my mother. Like the Big Blue ( that's IBM, you git. )

Right now, if I were to press Ctrl + Alt + F2, my screen goes back to before my monther's age's computers. Then I have the option to key in any thing which sounds sensible to YOU and it'll get some kind of response that's not the:

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BAD COMMAND PROMPT.

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Somehow, I have a feeling Hasyir might be drooling over this screenie, and missing the rebelious days when we raped the comps in Anderson to boot Linux.









Tada.

Tsk Tsk. That blog really lagged in this GUI-rich times.
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Curiosity didn't kill the cat when it tried Linux.
Laziness did.
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It's incredible sickening to visit the polyclinics in Singapore. Partly cos of the long queue that awaits the meague number of doctors in the clinic. The other reasono is because Singpoareans have to see the doctor for every little thing --- be it a little cough, too much sweat, toothache.

Believe me. They are quite minute compared to Your's Truely's illness of literally vomitting blood.

And if I ever become the Minister fo Health, it would be my pleasure to introduce a new scheme to pay doctors according to the number of paitients they see a day.

Goodness gracious me. How long does it take for one single doc to press one button to singnal to see his next patitent? Just what the heck are they doing in the intervals?Having quickes with the sexy-hunk doc-gigolo next door?

As I'm typing this blog entry on my mobile, I've already waited an hour and my queue number had yet to arrive --- about 100 numbers to go.

Crap.

For now, I'm so damn hungry that even a bow of oats can do to fill my tummy. But of course I cant possibly do that. Everything that I'm eating now will come out from the same place they went in from.

The door of the doc I'm supposed to see remains shut, but the door of this doc in front of me kept on opening and closing --- and the patients kept on changing.

My stomach hurts.
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Curiosity didn't kill the cat when it tried Linux.
Laziness did.
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From feedback on the message board, it seems people don't find the pet --- that belongs to someone on my last post --- cute.

Now Hasyir wants a picture of Denis Richards on my blog. I ave no idea why he finds her "hot" --- I quote. I thought he obession with Richards was just a passe thing, but NO it wasn't to be. He's still as obessed with Richards till now. So to satisfy his lustiness, I promised him I'll put one picture one Richards naked and the other one clothed.

Unfortunately, I can only put the clothed one. Cos there are kids viewing this site, and I think Mrs Supa'at wouldn't allow her son to see porn.



Saucy enough?

I have a horny best friend.

I woke up this morning with a hairstyle that I wished I can wear outside. Imagine Yours Truely with a chicken's crown for a head. Can't? Try again, with this:



And the second thing I saw in the mirror was some blood stain just above my left eye. Got the shock of my life cos I thought I was going to be like Alexadra II, the failed son of the Russian Tyrant. He bleeded non-stop.

Anyway, people wouldn't be able to see it unless they kiss me. So only my Darling can it for now. Speaking of Darling....later.

Then my mug suffered a terrible death. I broke my mug. My mug. The mug. The mug that I had for countless number of days. The mug that made me gazillions of cups of Milo and kopi and milk. Water too. OK. Maybe millions.

Alirght, alright.

Thousands.

The mug that made me thousands of cups of Milo, kopia nd milk. And water. Mom was cleanig out the mugs today with bleach. Totally awesome. The stains was gone in seconds. Then it was my turn to rinse them down with soap. I had to. Otherwise, my family will be dying like flies from bleach overdose.

Anyway, I missed my handling with too much soap than I usually use. A cup that I was holding went crashing into the basin. I thought it was alright, so I continued like nobody;'s business.

Not until I was flushing my mug of soap that I saw it had chipped on the mouth! I was going "SHUCKS! DAMMIT!" When Ma saw it, she threw it down the chute straightway.

What a heartless hag.

Had a lot of fun last night. Family night. Or what's left of it.

Went out with 2 of my aunties and Ma and bro and Callista and Emberlynn. Yeah. The two kids on the right. CUte --- my Darlings, aren't they? Callista's showing off her new abilities now that I see her. She went over to her dad's in Australia at the beginning of this year with her mom --- my aunty and Emberylnn. All three came back for a short visit.

Now Callista's showing off her new abilites, like how to write with both hands, scratching H's and A's and so on, speaking a 2-3 word sentence. At least she still knows me as KoKo, the same one that she knew since she was born. How can she not? I saw her since the hour that she was born and she lived at my place until she had to go back to Aussie Land.

Emberlynn's a bit different. She kinda forgot who I am, so it's like she just knew me. And kids her age can't take too many strangers at the same time.

We went out for dinner at Kublai Khan's in ParkMall. And I was stupid enough to ask for Ghangis Khan at the counter. No wonder the guard gave me a a "huh?" look.

Gosh. That was embarassing.

Callista was at her usual hyperactive mode after taking her babychair seat and downing and few pieces of fruit. She demanded to get off. When her mom went off to load up, she was going "Mommie where?" Considering her expression, it was hillarious.

Then she started to run around. Dunno who took her off her seat in the first place, but she was running around in no time. The opposite table looked on with amusement when I was trying to catch her and lug her back to her seat --- no success. Then Keen Yiyi offered to take both these restless monkeys downstairs for a walk.

Got this story when Keen Yiyi came back laughing:

"Bringing her downstairs...Callista ran around...scared a few people...made a few laughed at her...she turned around and asked me:

'Mommie where?'

'Yiyi dunno!'

'Mommie where!'

'Yiyi doo-know!' "

Then she starting sprinting around and asked the nearest surprised passerby...Actually I imagined her stopping a complete stranger. Imagine a 3 feet kid running infront of you and stop you in your track to ask you " Mommie where??"

Callista finally gave up. Then she shouted:

"Mommie where AHHHHHHHHH YEW???"

This a amazing feat, since Callista couldn't say a coherent sentence at all, apart from KoKo! YiYi! Mommie! DaDa! And all day long she has been going "Mommie where??"

See how clever my Darling is?
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Curiosity didn't kill the cat when it tried Linux.
Laziness did.
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I think I'm lost.

You know. The kind of lost when someone pushes you into a huge maze, and expects you to come out alive in one piece. "Bring along a souvenior for us, will 'ya?" they ask.

I decided against going out again. Really need to catch up with my work. So sorry!

I just over-wriiten about 6 lines worth of literature. It's not normally good practise for bloggers. Blogders won't know what stuff people would have liked to write --- the amount of obscenity that was effectively wiped out.

Bull.

Internet connection is crawling today. One file that normally would have taken not more than a click of the finger to save, isn't halfway through after I came back from the kitchen after taking in the laundry, taking a drink, eating about 6 million more slices of mookcakes, and drank a gazillion litres of tea. Right till now, the status down there is still telling me that I'm tranferring some bytes.

Bull.

And it's the dead middle of the night now. Not the time when people are alive. But so many manjens are downstairs making a fool of themselves. Looked like a funeral procession from up here, but you can't be sure.

There he goes again : "AH FAAATT..AH FAAATT."

Must be some fat-good-for-nothing-SOB snorting away.

Ahhh. the rainy weather.

Finally I'm appreciating the warm sunshine these days.

You know it's bad when stuff that you put out to dry don't come back dried after one day. Unfortunately, the clothes in my house have about 24-hours turnabout time, and 8 sticks are not enough, and the washing machine is always full, and we have only 6 holes for you to poke your laundry sticks out. Things are pretty perfect.

But it all goes ugly when you have one extra bag and a pouch that seems fit only to old a few pencils (that's my mp3 bag) and some bloody man-made leather handphone pouch.

Sheesh.

My mom goes mad when someting like that happens.

Errie. Now I'm catching whiffs of some sweet-smelling stuff in the air. 12.42am isn't the best time to smell this. Now I'm beginning to think the sounds from downstairs might not be real.

I need a life. I don't feel funny anymore.

Come to think of it, people like CCY are sucking up my creative-material juice. So the moral of the story is never to hang aroud too much with unintelligent people from YJC. All they do is to suck up your intelligence and (the very least) brilliance. like this little blub from Starship Troopers:



Awww. Cute, isn't it?
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Curiosity didn't kill the cat when it tried Linux.
Laziness did.
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