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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….)