Day in and day out I continually strive to understand a media that knows no speed limits.
The linked article raises a serious issue. But with a photo (above) like this, you can except some funny user comments. Such as this epic comment posted by somethingStirring...
Jamaluddin Jarjis: President Obama, you know, you won't make it in Malaysia with your type of skin.
President Obama: I know, and you won't make it in the States with your type of ability.
This is borderline lame and cute. "It's official on Facebook, it's official on my book", said the pastor lol.
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Arysan, Alex and I had a close look and feel of the new MIMOS JEN-ii - a tablet PC aimed at the non-techy Market. We personally feel it's a great idea, to make things simple and connect people to the information age. But this piece of doodoo isn't at all easy or useful. With a 5 to 8 minute load time and applications that are practically useless, I think it misses the target. Check out the vid and pics.
Update on TheStar (Feb 17, 2010): http://star-techcentral.com/tech/story.asp?file=/2010/2/17/technology/20100217142954&sec=technology
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I sent a text message to confirm my colleague Alex's new number. He replied...
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I was cleaning up my bathroom, and was rearranging my toiletries. Was curious, so I took sometime to read the back labels, this is what CLEAR Men's Activsport shampoo warns...
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I hardly dream when I sleep, but last night I did and it was sure weird. I walked out of what seemed to be an office building, onto the parking lot. If you've watched Scrubs, where Sacred Heart's backdoor opens up to a parking lot - this was the visual in my head, except it wasn't a hospital, it was an office building. Anyway, parked right outside was a Boeing which casted a large shadow onto the parking area, and me. When I walked out I was right next to the front tire of the plane - beneath the cockpit.
I needed to pee, and that was more important that figuring out why a plane was parked right outside; on a parking lot. Anyway, I mozied my way up to the plane looking to use the toilet. I walked from the front to the mid-section of plane only to realise that there were no seats on the plane - but many people around, and hospital staff.
I realised I was mozying my way on an unsually parked plane, with no seats, full of sick people, and hectic hospital staff; looking to empty my bladder. I held my breath (wtf? pandemic on the plane and I hold my breath), and retrace my steps back to the entrance from which I came in from.
I looked for another toilet.
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Hi! I'm Nick, and I'm some sort of a crazy person.
I don't know about you, but whenever I'm asked this question, I get stunned. Stunned, because the question is so spiralling-ly profound and multifaceted. Which strikes me as rather odd y'know; like when you're engaged in small talk with someone you just met, and all-of-the-sudden he strikes you with, "So, how's life?"
*boggle*
Firstly, who the flying fuck brings a question like that into small talk? And how can you suffix a question like that with a mere ‘So’, you patronizing bitch!
Sure, you can just be polite about it by saying; subconsciously saying, “It’s alright”; therefore, finding both parties consensually nodding understandingly, followed by a momentary moment of quiet awkwardness. Of course, being crazy isn’t easy, my internal monologue tells me to think this through, nay, thoroughly and give a proper sincere response. Ok, so I have to think about it.
Most possibly the most appropriate word that one could say is: fuck - and say it in a variety of ways one can;
“So, hows life?’
When faced with this situation, I go through a series of processes in my head. First is to collect ‘source data’. I proceed to flashback to an earlier memory; shuffling through all the milestone events like a rollerdeck of cards. This flashback could be anywhere between 24 hours, and decades, depending on how close we are – because then my answer will be accurately sincere enough for me to live with myself when I give a response; otherwise, there will be an internal debate whether I should’ve used the word (example) ‘Great’ instead of ‘Good’ – who the fuck thinks like that? Seriously.
This source data is then sent to the department of reasoning, and comparision. This is where things gets fucked up. Chunk by chunk of the ‘source data’ is analysed or rehashed back. This brings in opinion, doubt, the benefit of the doubt, perception, morality, ethics, yadda yadda. Things get jammed here.
So in other words, if someone I recently met asks me; ‘How’s life?’ – I collect oh, perhaps 24 hours to a couple of days worth of source data. If someone I’ve known for a very long time asks me the same question, I begin to collect an insurmountable amount of source data - which takes me way too long to process – jamming me up. Thus, in both cases of recently met, and long time friends; more often than not I give the standard sincere response of...
“Oh, it’s alright.”
((This post is dedicated to my bro, Alfonso Mingo, who recently asked me how’s life. Bastard.))
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