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Edit: Disabled the Listen Now button, it sucks. Keeps hanging my blog. GRRR.

Hahaha, I saw over at MrBrown that he has the “Listen Now” button above each of his posts, hence… I also added the button.

Essentially, just click the button, and it’ll READ the whole post out to you! It sounds kinda silly when it reads singlish. Click it, and hear how this post sounds like reading Singlish:

• - Ooi. What you doing? Oei.
• - Shaddup lah
• - Sianx today so boring how?
• - Song boh!
• - Huat ah!
• ..and, think of a few more. HAHAH!

Now try reading emoticons and slangs:

• =X
• ROTFL
• WTF
• LANLAN

I love the computer voice. So cute. HAHA

Gahhh. My MacBook Pro’s hard disk decided to kill itself and take along mountains of data with it, including the past week of FYP codes. Kinda silly, considering Mac’s aren’t supposed to crash. Now there’s this little voice in me doubting Macs, too.

Anyways, all that I’ve managed to accomplish in the past few days were little piece of work here and there, and even when glued together, doesn’t really equate to one huge piece after all. Aiyoh, I’m supposed to be a high-level thinking guy, what am I doing? =X

(Truth is, I enjoy low-level work. I love getting my hands dirty…. in a.. work way, lah. I mean, well, in a work-work way, not in a working-on-something, kinda way, but.. ARRGH. Why do I even try to explain myself? =X)

I’ve been reading STOMP lately, and people have been pasting links to them. Personally, as I’ve previously expressed my very biased views against them, I would mantain that stand, true lah, they have alot of gossip news, and then I read between-the-lines (or rather, between-the-articles), and realised two matters:

a) Singaporean’s, us, have sheep mentality.

Let me explain, lah. Give me a chance, can? Don’ch (mis-spelled on purpose, in real, actual, life, I tend to be very strict when someone messes up their grammar) throw things on me to proof that you’re not a sheep.

Well, long ago, we started off with silly MRT Track Jumping incidents, and of course, people actually commented about the “Monkey-see-Monkey-do” mentality of Singaporeans – the fact that more people jump after one person jump, kinda consecutive like.

(Full Disclosure: I’m now supposed to be doing actual work for a lady who is tasked by her handler, who is tasked by her boss, who is tasked by his client, to actually do some, er, work. But my hand itchy, need to draw abit.)

(and YES, I drew the picture. I will smack you – not in a kinky way – if you copy it. Hahahaha. But go on, copy it. Hehe)

..and then, as we all know, STOMP has these recent, er, what do they call it… stories, ah, USER generated stories about bondage lah, you know, the recent SAJC boys kena tied up and slammed into the bleddy pole or something like that.

And then got some girl kena tied up onto stupid pull up bar or and celebrate birthday…

Oh yes, still got the Fireman (I thought only Semen, er, Seaman, I mean, Sea-man, I mean, Sailor, will kena these kind of naked treatment) who got tied up and coated with Shoe Polish…

..and then the news coined up their own new term of “Ragged” – whatever that means.

But, fortunately, as Kelvin is the source of all Knowledge and Genius (*coughs*, let me pretend for a while, can? It’s 3AM as I’m writing this, okay?), he cleverly deciphered the meaning behind all these:

So, that was how the term “ragged” come about, in my opinion, at least, ladies and gentlemen. Hahaha. And yes, that was my amazing drawing skills. (FYI, by profession, I am NOT an artist, I’m the guy who sits next to the artist and tells him what to do.)

OKOK, ENOUGH ABOUT RAGS. I’m starting to sound kinda gay here.

Let’s talk about Point B, because I had a Point A, and after A, comes B…..

b) And our analytics show, in summation, that…

Hehe. Sooooo… Do you love, you know… that… that.. thingy?

(Please remember, it’s 3AM while I’m writing this, and I haven’t had any sleep in a while….)

For those who actually know me better, much better – there’s a dark, dark, and very bad side to me.

The side with little nifty tricks, exploits, and a.. what I’ll call, a Toolbox of Desire – it gets you everything you ever want, or rather, desire – really easily, but at a price – a consequence which you’ll bear as time progresses. As what karma says, what goes around, comes around – I’ll add the word “eventually” at the back, just to remind you that it actually does come back.

Every once in a while, I’d give in to temptation and leak out a little tool, or some kind of trick, which whoever manages to catch a glimpse of it, learns it and tries to use it… What that person doesn’t really know, as with anyone’s newfound ability – is how to control it, using it as and when *required*, not desired.

..and that’s what screws people up.

It isn’t exactly the first time this has happened, and people, their families, and well, now even friends of those who actually learn it, get into sticky situations.

We finally understand why there’re those who hug on to their little treasured skills like a panda hugging a bamboo stick: Control, my dear friend, is not something easily mastered.